Refueled LXXX

The HOTv logo gives way and we immediately cut to a video playing for the viewers at home watching on the HOTv network and  for the thousands watching inside the SSE Arena here in Belfast they turn immediately to the High Octane Vision screen above the entrance ramp……

Pzzt

Pzzt

Footsteps are heard. Slow, measured, heavy. As the sounds of the footsteps increases in volume, the person that appears is David Noble.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

David stands there, in a pair of blue jeans, and no shirt. His muscles rip across the screen and his beard looks trimmed and neat. His eyes seem to be a bit kinder than they’ve looked in the past.

David Noble: High Octane, how’s it going? Have you enjoyed the past two weeks on our tour across Ireland and Scotland? Gotta say, it’s been a blast for me. Gotta say that it feels good to be back in that ring and getting my hands dirty again. Not going to sit here and lie, saying it’s all been going according to plan. First match back and it was against Jeffrey James Roberts for the HOTV Championship.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

David Noble: Yeah, not a fan of him either. Man, that fucker knows how to hit. He could take it and I know he would. I know that our paths will cross again some day and that will be a… battle… to say the least. He caught me when I was trying to shake off the rust and now I know what I’ve got to do in the ring with him. I’m hopeful that I will be the one that finally puts a blemish on his record. Not tonight though, no, not tonight. Last week, was Kevin Capone.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

David Noble: That went more like what I had envisioned in my mind. Capone wasn’t ready in that ring and I saw it in his eyes. Still, while the victory was nice, I’m still looking for something… blood. That’s what I’m looking for. I’m looking for retribution and we all know that Kevin Capone isn’t the one that I’m looking for it from. The reality is, there’s a clock ticking not just in my head, but for the person I have in mind.

A smile appears on David’s face.

David Noble: Tonight, the person who is on my list will finally be made aware that they’re on my list. This person may not be aware of it, but he also won’t be surprised when I make my appearance tonight. This has been a long time coming, this has been brewing in the background, and is one of the biggest reasons why I returned. Because someone has… veered… off course. Reckless behavior indeed and it’s time to straighten him back out.

David shrugs his shoulders.

David Noble: Belfast! I’ll see you soon. And to the special person who is at the top of my list? Tick. Tock.

David then disappears into the darkness, leaving everyone inside of the SSE Arena and at home wondering, who could it be that Noble is targeting tonight.

From the David Noble intro, we cut to the ring where we see Bryan McVay standing in the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the 80th edition of REFUELED! Some interesting words from David Noble there as he is ready to make his intentions clear, but before that happens, we will have our first match of the evening as we continue our ICONIC tour, as we are now here in the SSE Arena in Belfast! What a great place to be and the fans are ready for some jaw-dropping action tonight! First up, we will have the former World Champion, Conor Fuse, square off against a legend in the ring, High Flyer! Let’s get it started!

Bryan McVay: Our opening match of the evening is scheduled for ONE FALL with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first to the ring!

“All Aboard! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…”

A light fog rises up from the entrance way as the opening guitar rift kicks in. Parting the smoke is High Flyer, who stands confidently at the top of the entrance ramp. He tosses one hand up in a devil horn taunt, and smiles slyly to the camera. He stomps his way to the ring, paying very little attention to the crowd. Once he reaches ringside, he slips in under the bottom rope, then sprawls on his back. He begins to make snow angels while residing on his back, looking up at the lights before recovering to his feet. As the announcer introduces High Flyer, he leaps onto the second ropes and looks out to the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bryan McVay: Hailing from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania and standing at 6 feet tall, weighing in at 224 pounds, please welcome… HIGH FLYER!

Joe Hoffman: And this will be the first time we see High Flyer on the ICONIC tour, with the fans here in Belfast not loving the famed legend as he has taken a turn towards the dark side in recent weeks. Doesn’t appear he particularly cares though.

Flyer bounces around the ring as he waits for his opponent.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent…

No music. No theatrics. Just silence as Conor Fuse emerges from the backstage area and makes his way down the ramp. There is not the usual energy one sees from Conor Fuse as he makes his way to the ring, leaving the fans a bit stunned at one of their favorites. He enters the ring with no fan fare as he stands in the corner with no emotion on his face.

Bryan McVay: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and standing at six feet one inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds, please welcome… CONOR FUSE!

Joe Hoffman: That was not the entrance anyone in the arena thought they would see from Conor Fuse tonight, he simply looks like a shell of himself after losing that World Championship to Mike Best at Rumble at the Rock in a grueling match! Fuse is going to need to find his center quickly if he wants to get the victory tonight over High Flyer.

The two man stand at opposite corners of the ring as Boettcher calls for the bell.

DING DING

Joe Hoffman: And away we go with these two veterans in the ring, with the most interesting piece of this being that Fuse has idolized Flyer, watching him as he grew up and in a way, emulating Flyer’s style. Even with Flyer not being his usual self, you have to imagine this is going to be a dream watch for the former World Champion.

Flyer and Fuse circle one another, looking for an opening, before they meet in the center of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Flyer gets the slight advantage on Fuse and pushes him into a corner before Boettcher makes him break the hold, putting some distance between the two competitors. Flyer mouths off at the ref and goes for a cheap shot on Fuse, but Conor ducks underneath it and pushes Flyer into the corner before connecting with a series of forearm smashes to the face.

Joe Hoffman: Flyer tried his best to get the upper hand on Fuse, but the former World Champion isn’t going to let his recent defeat cloud his mind too much when it comes to action in the ring. Flyer looks a step or two slow here and that could make all of the difference in what should be a high-paced match.

Flyer stumbles out of the corner and Fuse connects with an uppercut to the jaw of the veteran before pushing him into the ropes, whipping him across the ring, and landing a spinning heel kick. Flyer crashes to the ground, grabbing his jaw, as Fuse watches his hero rise to his feet. Conor comes up behind Flyer, wrapping his arms around his torso, and goes for a German Suplex, but Flyer blocks it and smashes his elbow into Fuse’s face. Flyer bounces off the ropes and ducks underneath a Fuse clothesline, stopping on a dime, and connecting with a German Suplex of his own.

Joe Hoffman: Flyer showing flashes of himself when he was at the top of his game and manages to turn the tables on Conor Fuse a bit. Fuse definitely doesn’t seem to be fully himself yet and that grueling match at Rumble at the Rock where he lost his title has to still be wearing on him, even a few weeks later.

Fuse grabs the back of his neck as he rises to his feet and just moves out of the way of a super kick from Flyer. Flyer turns around and goes for a kick to the midsection of Conor, but Fuse blocks it before going for a roundhouse kick of his own. Flyer manages to duck it at the last moment and connects with one of his own that drops Fuse to his knees. As Flyer begins to set up his next move, a stirring in the crowd happens as their attention heads to the top of the ramp, to see someone they did not expect to see in this match.

Joe Hoffman: What in the—? David Noble has appeared at the top of the ramp and seems to have a keen eye on the proceedings of this match. We heard Noble at the top of the program and he said he would finally make it known who he had his eyes on here in HOW. Is it Fuse? Is it Flyer? Flyer and Noble do have a bit of a past, but this is definitely going to cause hairs to raise on the back of the necks of both Flyer AND Fuse!

Noble, chair in hand, stands in the middle of the ramp, and proceeds to sit down to watch the remainder of this match. Flyer is distracted as he yells at Noble, which gives Fuse the advantage he needs as he bounces off the ropes, springboards off the middle rope closest to Flyer, and nails him with a springboard dropkick. Flyer goes down and tries to fight his way back up to his feet only for Fuse to come flying off the ropes and nails Flyer with a spinning slingblade. The fans roar with approval as Conor bounces back up as Flyer tries to get his bearings. Fuse makes his way to the second turnbuckle and as Flyer turns towards him, nails him with a tilt-a-whirl DDT.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Joe Hoffman: The momentary lapse in judgment there from High Flyer seems to have given Fuse the opening he needed as Flyer was distracted briefly by the presence of David Noble! Fuse connecting with the PWN’d there might signal the end of High Flyer who took his eye off the ball here and might be picking up another notch in the loss column.

Flyer is laid out as Fuse flashes his eyes up the ramp towards Noble before returning to his opponent. He makes his way up to the top turnbuckle and wastes no time before connecting with the 450 splash.

FUSE! FUSE! FUSE!

Joe Hoffman: And there we have it! The Super Splash from Conor Fuse and that should be all for the former World Champion to get his first victory in his first match since losing the World Championship!

Fuse then covers Flyer as Boettcher begins his count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Joe Hoffman: And Conor Fuse has picked up the victory over High Flyer! For Fuse, while he may not be in the state of mind that the former World Champion is known for, at some point in the near future he will remember this victory and may even consider it one of his favorite moments as he got the victory over someone he’s respected for a very long time.

Fuse rises to his feet as Boettcher raises his hand. Fuse doesn’t seem to have much emotion on his face as he stands there for a moment, hearing the cheers for the fans, but they don’t seem to register as he exits the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp, sans music, much like his entrance. Fuse makes his way up the ramp while Noble stands up and folds the steel chair up. Fuse and Noble make eye contact, but Noble walks down the remainder of the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope, chair in hand.

Joe Hoffman: While the victory for Fuse is nice, he has to breathe a sigh of relief that Noble didn’t nail him with that steel chair. It doesn’t appear that Noble is interested in Fuse, at least not today. Instead, his focus is on High Flyer, his former friend and ally when they were in DEFIANCE and fWo together!

Noble unfolds the chair and sits in it as he watches High Flyer slowly make his way up to his feet. Flyer clutches his ribs as he stands up and for the first time, notices that Noble is in the ring. Noble sits there as Flyer leans into the ropes and yells at Noble. David doesn’t seem to have an ounce of expression on his face as he sits there, glaring at High Flyer.

Joe Hoffman: You would have to imagine that this is not the same High Flyer that Noble partnered with, called his friend, some six years ago. This is a very different man than Noble remembers and that may rub Noble the wrong way.

Noble stands up and picks up his chair. He looks at the chair and then at Flyer, who has his hands up, not wanting to be hit by the chair. Noble cracks a smile for a brief moment before he throws the chair at Flyer’s feet. Flyer looks down at the chair and then back up at Noble, who simply backs away and exits the ring.

Joe Hoffman: A peculiar set of events that have unfolded here between David Noble and High Flyer. Clearly, Noble isn’t pleased with High Flyer, and without question, has made it clear that High Flyer is the man he was speaking about at the top of the program and previously. The question though remains, what will come between the two of them and how far will they take it?

Noble makes his way up the ramp, his eyes locked upon High Flyer, who makes his way to the opposite side of the ring and begins yelling at David, who simply smiles. As Noble makes his way up to the top of the ramp, he stops, puts his right hand up to his ear as if he’s hearing the seconds on the invisible watch on his wrist.

‘TICK, TOCK, MOTHERFUCKER,’ Noble yells down at High Flyer, making the ring veteran incensed as he looks ready for a fight. Noble simply chuckles before he exits to the backstage area.

Joe Hoffman: Well, the story between Noble and Flyer has just begun, now it will be interesting to see what the next chapter looks like.

The action cuts away as the crowd is still buzzing from what they just saw.

As we cut backstage we see Scott Stevens walking through the hallways of the SSE Arena and looks to be in a hurry while Blaire Moise is quickly on his tail.

Blaire Moise: Stevens. Stevens. STEVENS!

The Texan stops and turns around at the sound of his name being called, but when he sees that it is Blaire, he sighs, and shakes his head.

Scott Stevens: Sorry Blaire. Don’t have time to give you a scoop I have more important things going on.

Stevens says as he continues to walk away.

Blaire Moise: You don’t want to tell everyone here in Belfast how it’s great to be back on HOW television and to be the special guest referee in tonight’s World title Main Event?

Blaire asks as the Texan suddenly stops and slowly turns around. His face is covered with annoyance more than anything else as he walks towards Blaire.

Scott Stevens: You want to know how I feel to be back on HOW television and being special guest ref?

Blaire nods.

Scott Stevens: Hate to break it to you toots, but I’m not back.

Stevens comments bring a confused look to the interviewer’s face.

Scott Stevens: If I was back on HOW television I would be in that ring competing for this ruckus crowd in the SSE Arena.

The crowd gives the Texan a cheer from the mention of the arena name.

Scott Stevens: However, I’m retired from active competition and I’m here as an official HOW Referee, and not as a special guest referee.

Stevens motions for the microphone and Blaire gives it to him.

Scott Stevens: You see Blaire, special guest refs are on the marquee with the other wrestlers in the Main Event. Did you see my name on the marquee?

She shakes her head no.

Scott Stevens: That’s right. Special guest refs get their own theme music and entrance before the match and when I officiated my other matches, did I get that?

Once again, Blaire shakes her head no.

Scott Stevens: Then I am not a special guest ref. I’m an official referee when it comes to HOW. You have your standard referees like Joel Hortega and Matt Boettcher. Then you have your specialists like Rick Stevens when HOFC was still in effect.

The Texan informs Blaire before explaining further.

Scott Stevens: I fall under that jurisdiction because I was brought it to call it down the middle and no one does it better than me.

Stevens points to himself.

Scott Stevens: No one can be trusted more on this roster than me because they may have some personal agenda or bias and may try to tarnish this match. NOT ON MY WATCH!

Stevens shouts as he turns camera.

Scott Stevens: Not one of you in that locker room or recently released piss ants have more of a personal bias or hatred towards Mike Best or Scottywood than me.

Stevens sternly informs as he points to himself once again.

Scott Stevens: Mike Best retired me and has legal custody of my son. While Scottywood and I have committed atrocities against one another that would have landed us in jail if it wasn’t for HOW’s legal team. However, I was brought in because it doesn’t matter if you are a SON OF A GOD or the ANTI-CHRIST himself because I am the LAW OF THE LAND!

Stevens reaffirms his authority as the camera zooms in.

Scott Stevens: The person in charge knows that if anyone can handle these two egos without personal bias getting in the way it’s me because they know I will not let my personal feelings tarnish and disrespect the greatest prize in all of professional wrestling.

Stevens shakes his head no with affirmation.

Scott Stevens: My first act that I am enforcing, and quite frankly something I was TOLD to enforce, as the official of this match is that to make sure that it is a clean fight to the finish, so to ensure that, both Bobbinette Carey and Cecilworth Farthington are both BANNED from ringside.

The arena begins buzzing at Stevens’ announcement.

Scott Stevens: And if you think I’m playing come down to ringside to test me and get your partner DISQUALIFIED. I’m sure Scottywood and Mike would love that.

Stevens concludes as he hands the microphone back to Blaire as he continues his trek down the hallway as we cut to a commercial break.

Cutting back from commercial, we see Bryan McVay standing in the ring.  He brings the microphone up to his mouth as the sound of the ring bell echoes throughout the arena.

DING!  DING!  DING!  DING!

Bryan McVay:  The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!

Before the crowd can respond, the lights in the SSE arena dim.  The whistling intro of “Engel” plays over the PA system, setting the crowd off in a chorus of boos as Azula and his Eternal Circle disciples step out onto the stage, surveying the crowd with a gleeful grin. The crowd show their disdain for Azula and his crew, who simply laugh at the ignorance they see as they head toward the ring. Azula directs his disciples to circle around the ring, and they all hop onto the apron with wicked smiles on their faces. They surround the ring to intimidate Eli Dresden as Azula extends his arms up to Eris.

Bryan McVay:  Introducing first, from Long Beach, California.  Weighing in at 230 pounds; he is XANDER AZUUUUUUUUUULLLLA!

The Belfast crowd shows their loud disdain for Xander Azula.

Joe Hoffman:  It’s been a tough couple of matches for Azula since he’s lost to Zion.  But he’s priming himself for an ample opportune win tonight.  There’s no love lost between both Xander Azula and Eli Dresden here in HOW.  Both have collided and tonight their rivalry continues.

The chorus of ‘Never Look Back’ hits the sound system as the overhead lights dim, blue and white lights flashing along the rampway as spotlights of similar shades swirl over the crowd. Eliza Dresden waits all of a second before she bounds onto the stage, her energy levels already through the roof thanks to the cheers –and that’s with her holding a lot of it in. Stopping at the top of the ramp, she thrusts a fist in the air… but she can’t be idle for long. She all but bounces and poings her way down to the ring, darting from side to side to slap offered hands and otherwise play to the crowd, earning a decent amount of cheers as she goes along before McVay introduces her to a chorus of cheers.

Bryan McVay:  And his opponent, ailing from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.  Weighing in at 153 pounds; she is ELIZZZZZZA  DREEESSSSSSSDEEEEEEN!!!!!

Joe Hoffman:  Xander’s got a considerable weight advantage over his opponent tonight.  You also cannot forget the factor of his minions surrounding ringside.  Eli’s sizing them up as she makes her way down to ring side.  If looks could kill, Eli’s glaring daggers at everyone at ringside.  She’s not going to put up with their crap tonight.  She’s on a warpath!  Something’s got her worked up.  And she’s not going to put up with Xander’s antics tonight here in Belfast.

It’s about three-fourths of the way down the ramp that she abandons that, her eyes widen as she glares at Xander’s minions.  They part away to let her speed up to complete her entrance.  Sliding into the ring headfirst, she kips up before locking eyes with Xander.  She doesn’t continue with her flashy entrance.  Simply pounding her fists together, Hortega gets the message.  There will be no exchange of honor between these two competitors.  Hortega wastes no time in motioning for the bell to begin the contest.

DING!  DING!  DING!

Eliza wastes no time in hitting the ropes to charge at Xander.  She attempts to rush at him with a crossbody, but Xander intercepts her.  Showing off his strength, he saunters at a slow pace.  He chucks Eli towards the outside while distracting Hortega.  Like sharks sensing blood, the Eternal Circle surrounds Dresden and pounce.  Flurries of kicks and knees descend on Eli, weakening her in rapid fashion.  The Belfast crowd erupts in boos before The Eternal Circle lift her up and roll her back into the ring.  Xander’s eyes widen with a tinge of masochism.   Admiring the work of the External Circle, he picks her up and sets her into position.  Lifting her off the mat, Azula nails a sick-looking German Suplex.  The back of Dresden’s head collides with the mat.  She clinches it and Hortega rushes over to check for injury.

Joe Hoffman:  DANGIT!  Come on Hortega!!!!  Xander’s once again taking short cuts in his matches.  Eject those bozos in black robes!!!  I cannot believe Xander’s proud of that.  He’s bragging to the disgust of this Belfast crowd.

Xander nails a stiff kick straight into Eli’s ribs for extra measure.   Eli’s struggling to pull herself towards the ropes to regain composure.  But Xander wastes no time in ripping her off the mat.  Snapping her body in a fluid motion, Xander hits a trademark snap suplex on his opponent.  Rolling his body into a submission, he cinches in a simple dragon sleeper.  Twisting her injured neck, Xander’s eyes expose his blood lust.  He watches Eli gasping for air in his clutches.  Her face begins to turn a subtle shade of blue.  Hortega isn’t putting up with this shit in his ring.  He pleads with Xander to release the hold before starting the count.

UNO!

DOS!

TRES!

QUATRO!

CINC…

Releasing the hold, Xander gets in Hortega’s face, disputing the call. His face burns with rage at Hortega’s call.  Hortega inches towards the ropes before Xander entraps him there.  As Xander screams at Hortega,  Eli crawls towards the ropes and yanks herself up to a standing base.  Her eyes light up with fury.  Wasting no time, she barrels towards Xander, nailing a sick clothesline.  She sends Xander tumbling down to the outside.  The Eternal Circle members surround their boss and lift him off his feet.  But they miss the action inside the ring.  Eli comes racing towards the ropes and leaps towards the outside.  Nailing a picture-perfect Suicide Dive, she topples the 8 Eternal Circle members all the floor in a single move.

Crowd:  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!

Joe Hoffman:  STRIKE!  She’s taken down the minions with that impressive dive.  But her eyes have locked onto her prey.  Xander’s still dazed and confused from that move.  She’s still got a lot of energy left in her tank.  She’s got hiiiiiim…..OOOF!  Right in his kisser!

Eli pulls off an impressive parkour version of a kick, nailing Xander in his skull.    Leaping up to the barricade, she pulls off an impressive Arabian Press right onto Xander.   Eli’s ears perk up as she hears Hortega’s voice echoing the count.

SEIS!

SIETE!

OCHO!

Hurrying her best, she rolls Xander back into the ring.  As she climbs up the apron, one of the Eternal Circle members gets back to his feet.  They grab it her foot to distract her.  Xander grabs a handful of Eli’s hair.  Unfortunately for him, Eli’s other foot meets his stomach.  She turns around to kick Xander’s minion straight in the jaw.  She turns her attention to Xander, nailing a beautiful sunset flip.  Hortega makes the count.

UNO!

DO…

Joe Hoffman:  REVERSAL BY XANDER WITH A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!

UNO!

DOS!

TRESSSSSSSSS!!!!

Joe Hoffman:  NO!  Hortega catches Xander’s move and isn’t calling the match off!

Xander lets go of the pinfall, awestruck at Hortega’s attention to detail tonight.  This allows Eliza to get back off the mat.  She’s livid!  As Xander stands up, Eliza chops the absolute hell out of Xander’s chest.  She tosses him straight into the turnbuckle and nails a handspring elbow.  She attempts to hit a Tilt-A-Whirl takedown, but Xander counters.  He nails a sick sidewalk slam.  He’s had it with this match.  He pulls Dresden off the mat.  Putting her into position, he’s readying her for his signature move.

Joe Hoffman:  It’s CHAOS TIME, boys!  Once Xander nails this suplex…he will…

THUD!

Joe Hoffman:  HOLY MOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!  Eli’s countered it!  Back on her feet she’s going for it….

BAM!

Joe Hoffman:  THE SLINGBLADE!!!!!  THE OMFN!  She hit Xander with a force of a freight train.  His head collided with the mat and he’s OUT!

The Belfast crowd comes unglued as they watch her pull Xander’s lifeless body off the mat.  Pulling Xander’s body to the second rope:  it’s bombs away!  She hits the GDI onto Xander with force and covers him.  Hortega makes goes to the mat.

UNO!

DOS!

TRES!

DING!  DING!  DING!  DING!

Bryan McVay:  Here is your winner in 7 minutes and 55 seconds…….

McVay cannot finish announcing Eliza Dresden as the winner as the Eternal Circle starts swarming the ring.  Eliza rolls out and heads into the crowd.  The Belfast Crowd erupts with support towards Dresden, who shirks off Xander’s attempts to thwart her moment in the spotlight.  The Eternal Circle members surround their fallen leader to carry him off.

Joe Hoffman:  Xander’s such a sore loser.  But what an impressive win for Eliza Dresden tonight on Refueled LXXX! You can still sense there’s something bothering Eli, but tonight; it’s her moment to shine here in Belfast.  She pulled off an impressive win against Xander and his Eternal Circle!  She’s hell bent and determined to etch her name into HOW glory.

Eli continues her celebration as she walks to the back as the scene fades and we cut elsewhere.

The HOV comes to life once again and we see a video begin playing…

EARLIER TODAY

We see a white limo pull up to the arena from the limo emerges Bobbinette Carey. She gets out and pushes her hair over her shoulder with a smirk of pride. Wearing a white sweater dress with the Carey knotting design, she grabs her bag and starts to walk towards the arena. Behind her is none other than The Hardcore Artist himself, Scottywood. Barbed wire hockey stick in hand, he is ready for the fight of his career, against Mike Best of the HOW World Title. They stand outside the arena as a heavy wind blows putting Bobbinette’s hair in Scottywood’s face. Frankie jumps out of the passenger front seat of the limo keeping his distance but still being close by.

Scottywood: Fucking eh Carey! Get a hold of your goddamn weave!

Bobbinette: This,

She points to the top of her head.

Bobbinette: Is my natural hair Scooter and even it wasn’t that’s rude to assume.

Scottywood: Well whatever the fuck it is, I don’t need to be coughing up a hair ball later in the main event.

Bobbinette ignores him as she runs her hand on the other side of her head pulling her hair in front of her.

Scottywood: And here he is now.

Scottywood said as we see the Mario look-a-like briskly walking towards them. Scottywood has a large grin on his face as Bobbinette seems confused by what Scottywood is so happy about.

Bobbinette: So I can do anything to this guy Scotty? What’s the catch?

Scottywood: Just wait ….

The man falls to his knees at their feet. He looks up at them, then down at the ground.

Mario look-a-like: I’m sorry mistress Carey! Forgive me I shouldn’t have approached you so hastily!

He says pleading while Scotty holds back laughter as he looks as his tag partner.

Bobbinette: Wait what?

Mario look-a-like: I do not deserve to be around you. Much less in your presence Mistress Carey.

Scotty walks to the side laughing hysterically as Bobbinette just glares at him.

Bobbinette: Wait scooter….

She continues to glare at Scotty, knowing he set this up.

Bobbinette: Mistress?

Scottywood: He wanted to!

Scottywood says laughing as he looks at them. Bobbinette sighs, shaking her head.

Bobbinette: Wait stop.. what is your name?

The man looks up at her then down at the ground his hands open in his lap. In them is the check from his appearance on Refueled weeks ago.

Mario look-a-like: Narciso. I didn’t cash the money. I tried to get to see you at Rumble at the rock Mistress Carey but they wouldn’t let me on the boat.

Bobbinette: What do you want from me?

Bobbinette says as she looks at Narciso suspiciously. Her hand ready to strike.

Narciso: I want nothing. My only desire is to serve. I wish to serve you Mistress. I wish to be your slave.

He rips up the check as he looks up at her quickly. Bobbinette looks pissed off.

Bobbinette: You realize I am black right? Who says that type of shit to a black person?! Slavery is gross, and illegal, and eww!

She says glaring at Scotty, who is standing there trying not to laugh again… but failing miserably.

Scottywood: You can’t touch Mario till Iconic. Just treat him like Mario. It’s a gift!

Scottywood says being a voice of reason for a change. Bobbinette looks at Scotty then back at Narciso.

Narciso: I didn’t mean to offend, Mistress. I am nothing. My words aren’t that great in the presence of someone who deserves greatness. Think of me as your reparations! For what has happened to you, for what Mario has done to you too… you deserve reparations!

Bobbinette raises an eyebrow as she looks at him.

Bobbinette: I do like the idea of reparations.. it’s not 40 acers and a mule reparations but it can work….

She says coming around to the idea.

Scottywood: Carey did I not say this was going to be great? This totally makes up for using your credit card.

He says pointing out this cancels past errors. She looks at Scottywood slowly nodding her head in agreement.

Narciso: I just wish for you to use me however you wish mistress. I am yours to punish and do what you will.

Bobbinette looks down at him then over at Scotty. She seems to be pondering this.

Bobbinette: We will do this as a trial…. Grab mine and Scottywood’s bags.

Scottywood: That’s what you want him to do?

He looks confused

Scottywood: I was thinking we beat him to a bloody fucking pulp right here. Like Passion of The Mario his ass and leave him for dead… but I guess getting out bags works…

Bobbinette: He’s being subservient to me. You know this could be a good thing…

Scotty nods his head proud of the idea as Bobbinette and him, now with their entourage of Frankie and Narciso in toe start walking into the arena as they are suddenly approached by Mosé Marauko… who obviously does not look happy.

Scottywood: Ya good hear Carey?

Bobbinette: Yeah, I got this, head inside and go get ready for your match.

Scotty nods his head as he leads Frankie and Narciso into the arena, allowing Bobbinette to handle the issue with the younger Maurako.

Bobbinette: There’s my favorite step son!

She says smiling, opening her arms for a hug that Mose reluctantly accepts.

Bobbinette: Your sister misses you.

She says laughing.

Mosé: Not my sister. Technically I’m not your step son anymore.

He says trying to argue with her.

Bobbinette: You stopped visiting cause the old man hates it, I know. Did he die? Is that why you’re here?

She asks looking over her sunglasses.

Mosé: Dad is alive, but he’s going to need some recovery time. I’m here because… Bobbie you need to call this match off.

He says looking at her with a serious and worried look.

Bobbinette: No way! This is his fault anyways. Plus the contract is already signed.

She says, sounding almost immature.

Mosé: You hired a creepy look alike, in Minnesota and you thought dad wasn’t going to do anything? You know Dad! You might as well had a giant sign that says “come get me Mario”.

He says trying to point out that she started this round.

Bobbinette: so if he dies it’s his own fault. He challenged me. I’m the victim of years of abuse by him.

Mosé: You buried him alive Bobbie. You know he had a heart attack because of that match…. You’re the more reasonable one you can end this. You two are going to end up killing each other…

He says almost pleading with her.

Bobbinette: well for Mimi’s sake better hope I end him.

She jokes to Mosé who looks at her in shock.

Bobbinette: see your father and I have this natural animalistic urge to unalive each other…. You should try and convince your dad.

Mosé: he is dead set on it now after last refueled.

Bobbinette nods her head as she looks at the worried son of Mario.

Bobbinette: Look…I know you’re worried… and I get that… but who knows if he will even be cleared to wrestle. Your feelings matter and I’ll take it into consideration.

Mosé: Bobbie please…. Just think about it.

Bobbinette: I’m serious,we will talk next week. I got to help scooter and break in my new gift.

She hugs Mosé as he stands there disappointed as we fade out on the youngest Maurako not being able to talk reason to the queen of Epicness/his former stepmother as the video ends and we cut to another commercial.

Back live from commercial, we cut to Hoffman who is ready to set up our third match of the evening.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back. We’re in for quite the bout, as Steve Solex is about to take on “Beautiful” Bobby Dean, in the 3rd match of their Best of Seven Gentleman’s Agreement. And I have to admit, never in all my years of commentating have I ever expected to call a match of this… caliber.

The camera pans to the ring, focusing on the ropes that are littered with various sized pillows. You have your standard pillow, your queen pillow, as well as the king. Then there is a euro pillow, the deco pillow, followed by the boudoir pillow and even a neckroll pillow. All taped to the top ropes surrounding the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby was able to do the unthinkable last week on Refueled when he scored his first victory in the series, tying it up at one win a piece. Can he do it again tonight?

The camera cuts to Brian McVay standing in the center of the ring.

Brian McVay: Ladies and gentleman, the next match will be the third match in the Gentleman’s Agreement Best of Seven between Bobby Dean and Steve Solex, and it will be a pillow fight match!

Much like last week, the lights suddenly begin to go out, section by section throughout the arena until there is nothing but complete and utter darkness.

Brian McVay: Introducing first, from Huntington Beach, California. He weighs in at two-hundred-fifty-two pounds. Here is… STEEEEEEEVEEEEE SOOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEXXXXX!

Solex marches down the ramp as a lone spotlight shines down upon him, making him the only visible person throughout the arena. The fans begin to boo as the stern-faced man makes his way to the ring, avoiding the encroaching hands of the fans at ringside, ignoring the many high-five attempts. Solex simply marches up to the ring steps and into it, looking around at the pillows with scorn on his face.

Brian McVay: And his opponent…

The glorious beats of the eighties motivational song “You’re the Best Around” by Daniel Esposito begin to play and the crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation. Bobby darts out from behind the curtain onto the entrance ramp and the crowd goes ballistic. He spins around at the top of the ramp, showing off his new attire!

Joe Hoffman: What in the world…

In lieu of his patented blue robe, Bobby is now wearing a snug, blue, baby doll lingerie top, to match his blue ring tights. The lingerie flows magically around his vast stomach as Bobby continues to spin for the crowd as they sing along with his entrance music.

Brian McVay: Now that he has updated his bio, weighing in at a stunning Three-Hundred…

McVay struggles to compete with the deafening crowd as they sing along to the best damn entrance theme in the business.

“YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Brian McVay: Sixty-nine pounds!

“AROUND!”

Brian McVay: Hailing from Houston…

“NOTHING’S EVER GONNA KEEP YA’ DOWN!”

Brian McVay: Texas!

“YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Brian McVay: BOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYY DEEEEEEAAAANNNNNNNN!

On his way to the ring Bobby stops and slaps every hand he can, and in doing so he reaches out to grab handfuls of popcorn. But eventually the big man climbs into the ring while finishing munching away on the buttery greatness.

Joe Hoffman: Solex looks like a caged animal ready to break free here folks! I don’t think he took that loss from last week very well!

The bell tolls, signalling the start of the match in which Bobby immediately runs to the nearest pillow and snatches it off the top rope. Turning around ready to swing, he is caught off guard as a charging Solex suddenly arrives, dipping his shoulder and driving it into the gut of Bobby Dean. The big man is driven into the mat as Solex places his knee on the vast belly of Bobby Dean before he begins reigning down blows.

Joe Hoffman: Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Solex look this angry before!

Bobby simply eats punch after punch before he manages to pull the queen size pillow up in front of his face, as some sort of shield. Solex doesn’t slow down as he reaches down and drives his forearm into Bobby’s pillow-covered face. It appears his attack is worthless as Bobby turns his head and gives a wink to the camera, before bucking his hips off the mat and knocking Solex off balance.

Joe Hoffman: Each man quickly trying to get back to their feet before the other. It’s a race folks!

Surprising no one, Solex makes it to his feet first and is quickly closing in to dish out more damage, but out of nowhere Bobby launches the pillow at his opponent’s face. The pillow collides but does absolutely no damage as Solex stops and looks at the approaching Bobby with a look of disbelief.

Solex closes the distance between the two and delivers a hard hitting clothesline, dropping Bobby back to the mat! Before the fat man can reorient himself, Solex is there kicking him in the face with the sole of his boot. Bobby turns over and begins to crawl toward the rope with Solex matching him inch for inch with boots to the gut. As Bobby reaches the ropes, Solex bends down and with a handful of hair he roughly drags Bobby up to his feet.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby is looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but in that ring right now!

With the big man on his feet once more, Solex Irish whips Bobby into the far ropes. As he rebounds off the far ropes Bobby manages to snag a pillow in his hand. Charging back toward Solex he manages to duck the clothesline attempt, stop, and turn around, immediately belting Solex in the back with the pillow!

Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure Bobby realizes just how bad this stipulation is… Oh, wait, no, I think he gets it now!

The repeated shots to the back with a pillow manages to do very little, to no, damage on Solex who simply turns around and places his hands on his hips. Bobby looks down at the pillow in his hand as if the pillow has betrayed him, when out of nowhere Solex kicks Bobby in the gut, causing him to double over once more.

Joe Hoffman: Oh shit! Solexecution! Bobby didn’t even see it coming!

The big man is down, and hurting, as Solex is marching around the ring roughly pulling pillows from the top rope. Shaking them, as if testing their weight, he drops them to the mat one after another before he suddenly finds one that causes a sinister smile to emerge.

Joe Hoffman: I don’t like that look! What in the world makes that pillow any different than the other eight he picked up?

Solex begins to swing the pillow as if practicing, as he stalks toward the rising, and completely unaware, Bobby Dean. With a massive wind up, Solex swings for the fences just as Bobby Dean turns around and spits out a mist of some sort of brown liquid! Solex is blinded as he releases the pillow and reaches for his eyes.

Joe Hoffman: Chocolate Mist! Chocolate Mist! I can’t believe it, he just sprayed out a mist of chocolate syrup blinding Steve Solex!

The camera follows the pillow case as it arcs through the air, an audible gasp sounds throughout the arena as the pillow nails a beer vendor in the stands ten rows up from ringside. The guy drops to the ground as the pillow lands next to his prone body. What appears to be bricks spill out of the pillow case.

Joe Hoffman: No wonder he was looking for that particular pillow! It’s loaded with bricks!

The crowd is going absolutely nuts here, screaming for Solex’s head! Meanwhile in the ring, blinded, Solex turns trying to clear his vision as out of nowhere Bobby grabs Solex by the waist from behind, drops down and delivers a picture perfect school-boy roll up!

Joe Hoffman: Oh no! He’s folded him in half and he’s using all 369 lbs of his body to keep him down! Boetcher is sliding in for the count!

One…

Two…

Three!

DING DING DING!!!!

Brian McVay: And your winner by pinfall, Booooooooby Deeeeeeean!

Before the first toll of the bell can finish, Bobby is immediately rolling out of the ring and running up the ramp towards the back. Solex is scrambling to his feet, murder in his eyes!

Joe Hoffman: Folks, we may need to take a moment, I don’t think I can recall a time where Bobby Dean has won two matches back to back! Bobby Dean is on a STREAK!

The crowd is on their feet cheering for the retreating Bobby Dean, while also jeering for the mad Steve Solex. Solex begins reaching out and ripping down the remaining pillows, tossing them angrily out of the ring and into the crowd.

Joe Hoffman: He better be careful, the last time he threw a pillow into the crowd he brained the poor beer vendor! How are these fans supposed to get their beer now!?

Without another pillow in sight, Solex rolls out of the ring in a huff and is met with a hostile crowd. Apparently he is now standing in front of the section where the vendor got smashed. As the crowd is leaning out trying to get in Solex’s face, Steve Solex begins to sing the American National Anthem!

Joe Hoffman: We need to get security over there no…

Before Joe can finish his statement the angry mob have reached far enough across the barricade to get their hands on Steve Solex. In a matter of seconds the crowd have dragged a kicking and punching Solex into their midst. A melee ensues as Solex is swarmed. By the time security enters the fray, Steve Solex is nowhere to be seen!

Joe Hoffman: …

We cut away as Joe remains speechless.

We open up and see Jeffrey James Roberts pacing the floor of his maskshift cell, his shoulders twitching and his eyes on the floor as he stomps back and forth like an angry bull. He snorts and mutters under his breath in anger, back and forth, back and forth.

The glass is still smeared with blood, and bits of fingernail are broken off into divots on the barrier.

As he stalks back and forth, out of the corner of his eye he sees movement outside the cell. He stops in his tracks and watches as Eli Dresden walks into frame. She eyeballs the cell, looking around the small enclosure, then at the plexiglass and steel barrier keeping Roberts confined, nodding at the blood splatters all over, then making eye contact.

Roberts stands at a three-quarter angle, his head cocked slightly to the side, like a man looking for something under a dresser or bed. Eli walks to the glass, and smiles, the expression not coming anywhere near her eyes.

ELI DRESDEN: Looks like I missed lunch.

Roberts turns completely facing her now, and steps very slowly in her direction, but he says nothing. His eyes burn holes in the eyes of his visitor.

ELI DRESDEN: Do they just, like–hack some poor schmuck’s arm off and throw it in there or somethin’? Maybe there’s a trap door overhead to just drop it in.

Eli leans forward a little, head tilting upward as if she’s trying to see if this mythical opening exists. Roberts snarls slightly, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, but still says nothing. Unperturbed, Dresden strides along the plexiglass, a hand idly shoving itself in her pocket.

ELI DRESDEN: Though thinking about it… human flesh is awfully expensive, ain’t it? Especially with inflation bein’ what it is. So maybe instead of someone’s arm, did they drop in some roadkill instead? A raccoon, maybe?

At this, Roberts takes a step toward her, then stops again.

JJR: You shouldn’t be here. You’re dabbling in things you shouldn’t be. I spared you, but believe me, I won’t spare you again. I suggest you take your loss like a big girl and be on your way.

Dresden shrugs, her lips curling into a smirk.

ELI DRESDEN: But where’s the fun in that, Jeffie? What’s the point of livin’ if I don’t dance with danger every now and then?

Eli leans in a little bit closer, as comfortable as can be.

ELI DRESDEN: I bet you danced with the devil in the pale moonlight damn near every night, didn’t you? Whether or not it ended with someone’s blood on your hands. I imagine you still know all the moves, too… remember’em the same way I remember all the floor exercise routines I did when I was still actively competin’.

Eli’s smirk widens.

ELI DRESDEN: But the moves don’t feel the same anymore now, do they?

Both sides of his mouth curl upward and his gaze lowers slightly.

JJR: You… You think you’re safe, so smug and satisfied behind that glass. Do you think that glass will protect you forever? I won’t always be stuck in this cell, and the next time I get my hands on you, I’ll see to it that it’s your arm that gets dropped in my cell.

Eli just shakes her head side to side, and rolls her eyes.

At this last bit of disrespect, Roberts flies into a rage and slams both fists into the glass where she stands.

JJR: DO YOU HEAR ME??

To her credit, Eli doesn’t even flinch when Roberts slams his fists into the glass, his rage ignored entirely. As a matter of fact, she’s daring to get closer than most anyone else would dare, her laughter bright as brass.

ELI DRESDEN: Don’t you get it, Jeffie? I’d be talkin’ to you the same way whether or not that glass is there. You don’t scare me a single, solitary bit. You spared me…

Eli scoffs.

ELI DRESDEN: No, you didn’t spare me–you stole from me, and I’m thinkin’ it’s time that I take it back. If I thought it’d work, I’d just cut your stomach open, reach in and take what’s mine back… but since that’s not possible, I’ll just have to figure something else out.

Roberts smirks, his face pointed toward hers directly for the first time since she’s been there, and his eyes still drilling holes in hers.

JJR: You’ve got a lot of guts. If you’d like to actually try to cut my stomach open and take something out, you’re more than welcome to try. I shit that hunk of flesh out weeks ago, though, so I’m afraid you’ll come up empty. Still, I’d be happy to play that game with you. Why don’t you come see me at the show. I’ll see if I can’t get rid of a few guards… and we can… play.

Eli’s hand absently reaches up, fingertips rubbing over the divot Roberts left behind, her gaze never leaving his.

ELI DRESDEN: If I’ve got anything in abundance, Jeffie… it’s audacity. But I’ll pass. It’ll be more fun for me to take that ounce of flesh when you’re not expectin’ it. It’s not like you get the chance to be surprised anymore, right? Same four walls… same recycled air. I’m surprised you haven’t paced your way through the floor.

Reaching out, Dresden’s fingertip presses to the glass right where Roberts’ nose is pressed against it, a soft ‘Boop.’ made under her breath.

Roberts snarls again, but doesn’t move.

ELI DRESDEN: But I guess you’ve got somethin’ to look forward to now, don’t you? Look at me, doin’ community service. Aren’t you lucky.

Dresden smiles, takes a few steps back away from the glass, and winks, then leaves.

Roberts stays in place a few moments longer, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Finally, he turns back around, methodically and begins to pace the floor again, his eyes flashing and his nostrils flaring. He walks back and forth, back and forth…and continues to do so as we cut away.

We cut to Section 14, we see a banner draped off it labeled “+200.”  It’s obvious, Darin Zion’s once again made a makeshift Section 214.  The camera pan into where Zion’s seated.  Surrounded by adoring fans, he’s seated at the front row near the banner.  In his wrestling attire, Zion has his replica HOTV Championship draped across his shoulder.  Zion’s usual smile isn’t plastered on his face.  Instead, a stern, fierce look dons his face with the upcoming HOTV Championship match.   Off to the side, a monitor is near Zion where he can watch the action closely.  Zion picks up a microphone before folding his arms together.   He puts the microphone up to his lips and lets his thoughts flow.

Darin Zion:  Last week, some would say I failed in accomplishing my mission in ending Doozer’s career.  I didn’t.  I accomplished the task of pulling Doozer’s head out of his ass.  He showed up and he fuckin’ took me to my limits last week.   While his head wasn’t in the battle; he brought his all to show the HOW faithful what this path to ICONIC means.  He displayed moxie and fortitude! Because he knows how hard it is to secure a championship match at ICONIC.  You’ve got to sacrifice everything to do it.  You can’t settle in only putting in your blood, sweat, and tears to earn one of those three coveted spots.  As someone who wants to represent our network, the main stream of revenue for HOW; I had to sacrifice too.  I shook his hand out of respect.  Even though he’s at rock bottom, I put him over.  I know the responsibilities of holding a single championship.  It’s about building your brand even when it hurts your damn pride.

Zion’s eyes fixate towards his belt before he shines it and kisses it.  His eyes light up with a sense of pride as he speaks once more.

Darin Zion:  As David Noble put it best; game has to recognize game.  You can’t obliterate a division you’re trying to build up in the heat of this journey.  What you may call weakness; I call it strength.  It’s all about building the hunt.  It’s about increasing the value of a division you have pride in.  When I first came into HOW, we didn’t have a TV Championship.  It got retired before I even had the chance to compete for the belt.  A lot of people around here don’t appreciate the value Greenie brings to HOW.  This belt COULD mean more than the World Championship.  Hell, HOTV has a presence to ANY wrestling company out in existence.  It brings exposure to all of our partners.  People like JPD and JJR built the value of this belt.  It’s got a worldwide fucking stage.

In sudden fashion, Zion’s head droops down.  Shaking it violently to show his disgust, Zion’s face cringes.  His voice becomes rather stern when he talks.

Darin Zion: And It pisses me off I don’t see anyone disputing the fact I deserve MY shot at the spotlight.  It shouldn’t take two weeks to have a bunch of wrestlers lining up to dispute this fact.  Hell, I’ll give you assholes in the back a layup here!  My record’s terrible!  Most of you should be decrying the fact I shot my shot.  You should all line up outside my locker room and threaten to punch my damn face in for this spot.  I’ve been here 7 damn years!  SEVEN LONG FUCKING YEARS!   I’ve busted my ass night in and night out as the HOW workhorse.  Never once did I get handed a championship opportunity at ICONIC by sitting on my God damn hands in the back.  I never once earned it when I was in prime condition either.  Yet I’m shooting my damn shot.  I’m mowing down contenders left and right.  I’m bringing publicity to my damn cause. I’m firing on all cylinders because I have to do what’s right for me.  I have to bring home the bacon for MY family.

Zion stands up out of his seat and lifts the belt  above his head, displaying his pride about the title.  His tone grows louder the more excitement grows in his voice.  Darin Zion realizes this is his moment.

Darin Zion:  That’s why I’m sitting up here with my peeps in Section 14+200 tonight.  I’m here to watch the result of what happens between my best friend and the man who bite a chunk of my cheek. I have vested interest in who walks out of this match with MY championship.  I have a history with both competitors.  I don’t want them to think for one second, I’ve forgotten about MY PURPOSE for ICONIC.  Whoever walks out of tonight’s match:  you’re in my crosshairs!  I don’t care if you’re friend or foe.  You’re public enemy number 1 to me.  When the time comes; I will make my statement clear.  I don’t plan on sitting idle amongst these fans much longer.  No!  I will strike when you least expect it and I will declare war.

Zion rests his replica title on his shoulder before continuing.

Darin Zion: And to anyone in the damn back who wants to stop me.  Be my fuckin’ guest!  Step into my fucking domain.  I dare you to come between my family’s meal ticket.   I am the hunter and you’re all my damn prey.  When I smell the blood; I will go in for the kill.  Make no mistake about it; I intend for Greenie to come home with me.   And you’re a damn fool if you think for a second, I’ll slack off before I see my name written in to take on the HOTV Champion at ICONIC.

Bryan McVay’s voice echoes throughout the SSE Arena to prepare the crowd for the upcoming HOTV Championship match.  Zion sits back down to watch intently before we fade off to commercial.

Back from commercial “Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes. He reigns in the boos from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage. As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity. Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena glaring at the fans before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he awaits for the bell.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood hasn’t been seen in a little while, but JJR has been ripping through the entire roster each and every week! Hollywood is fresher, Roberts has way less rust! Let’s see what happens here in Ireland tonight!

“Goldberg Variations” by Johann Sebastian Bach plays over the speakers as four security guards step out onto the stage. They form a square as Jeffrey James Roberts steps out and stands in the middle. His hands are out front, tied with plastic zip-tie cuffs, and he walks toward the ring, keeping his eyes focused on it. The guards keep a perimeter to make sure he can’t reach any fans and they walk with him all the way to ringside. The guard in front unlocks the cuffs, then steps back to allow Roberts to climb into the ring. He does so, then leans back against one corner, his eyes closed, head back, swaying slightly to the music.

Joe Hoffman: Jeffrey James Roberts is an unbelievable eight and 0 since his debut! Looking to get to 9-0 with his defense tonight!

Hollywood and JJR start the match by sizing each other up. Both men circle each other, JJR takes a shot at Hollywood’s legs but Brian is able to scramble away. JJR claps his hands together, and shows Hollywood how close he was with his thumb and index finger. Hollywood nods back knowingly as the two men continue to pace around the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Both men are taking this matchup carefully. Roberts has been unstoppable since his debut, and Hollywood is being very careful here.

Finally the two men find an amicable point where they both decide to attack and end up in a collar and elbow tie up. JJR manages to swing the lockup into a hammerlock. Roberts’ tweaks Hollywood’s arm, and Hollywood manages to slip behind and reverse the hammerlock. Roberts throws an elbow back into Hollywood’s mouth which causes him to release the hammerlock but he manages to maintain waist control. Roberts tries to throw another elbow, but Hollywood is able to move his face around to the other side of Roberts. Hollywood goes for a lift on Roberts, but JJR manages to get his leg wrapped in Hollywood’s. Hollywood drives his knee into the back of Roberts’ thigh three times and finally gets Roberts up and hammers him to the ground with a huge German Suplex!

Joe Hoffman: What a german suplex from Brian Hollywood!

JJR rolls through the suplex and rolls to his knees as Hollywood gets to his feet. Roberts explodes forward and takes Hollywood’s head off with a lariat. Roberts barely makes it to the corner holding his neck from the german suplex while Hollywood tries to crawl to the ropes. Roberts runs over and tries to stomp Hollywood as he gets up, but Hollywood manages to roll away. Roberts goes for another stomp, but this time Hollywood manages to position himself behind Roberts and smashes him with a second german suplex!

Joe Hoffman: I don’t think Roberts will be fighting through the pain from that one!

Hollywood gets to his feet still holding his neck from the clothesline from Roberts. Hollywood looks to capitalize by scrambling up to the top rope. Hollywood measures his opponent and leaps off with an elbow drop! JJR rolls out of the way and Hollywood crashes to the canvas. Roberts takes off to the ropes and comes back looking for a low dropkick. Hollywood manages to roll out of the way. Roberts scampers to his feet, and ducks a big swing of a clothesline from Hollywood and hits the ropes again. JJR comes back and gets staggered by a medium boot to the face. Hollywood comes in at the back peddling Roberts who lifts Hollywood up and over to the ring apron.

Joe Hoffman: JJR coming into the match with a busted nose, I’m sure that boot from Hollywood didn’t feel good!

Hollywood lands on his feet and grabs Roberts by the hair. He pulls him backwards, turning him around and driving his neck across the top rope. Hollywood runs up to the top rope and jumps off going for a missile dropkick. Roberts sees it and manages to roll forward into the corner letting Hollywood crash down to the mat again. Hollywood gets to a seated position before Roberts comes back and hammers him with a dropkick to the back of the head.

Joe Hoffman: The Champion is taking back control!

Roberts pulls the former World Heavyweight champion to the ropes, and slingshots himself over the ropes. He crashes down with a legdrop across Hollywood’s neck. Roberts hooks the leg.

Joel Hortega: Uno!

Joel Hortega: Dos!

Brian Hollywood kicks out.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood is putting up a hell of a fight tonight!

Roberts jumps to his feet and goes back to the outside looking for a slingshot knee drop. Hollywood manages to roll out of the way this time as Roberts comes crashing down to the mat. Roberts rolls through the move and tries to come back at Hollywood who manages to hit Roberts with a Thesz press and begins reigning shots down onto Roberts’ previously busted nose.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood has opened up the champion’s nose!

Hollywood gets to his feet and brings JJR up with them. He irish-whips Roberts into the corner. Hollywood marches over and grabs Roberts by the back of the head, spinning Roberts around into the corner. He blasts Roberts face over and over again into the corner as the Irish fans count along and cheer when Hollywood gets to 10! Hortega jumps in and pushes Hollywood back, but Hollywood manages to shake Hortega and delivers a standing dropkick to Roberts’ in the corner.

Joe Hoffman: I think Hollywood has found the point he wants to focus on in this match! Tons of damage coming into Roberts’ face.

Roberts falls down face first from the dropkick while Hollywood scrambles up to the top rope again. He jumps off, and this time connects with a diving headbutt to the HOTv Champion. Hollywood hooks the leg and Hortega slides in for the count.

Joel Hortega: Uno!

Joel Hortega: Dos!

….

Roberts kicks out at the last possible second. Hollywood is irate screaming at Hortega clapping his hands and shouting at him. Hollywood turns around and storms back towards Roberts. He bends down to pull Roberts up by the hair, but Roberts rolls Hollywood up with a small package.

Joe Hoffman: What a counter by the champion!

Joel Hortega: Uno!

Joel Hortega: Dos!

Hollywood kicks out and he’s apocalyptic now. He turns around to the downed Roberts and fires off a few stomps to Roberts’ broken nose. Roberts scrambles to the outside holding his face. Hollywood steps through the ropes and takes a swing with a penalty kick style swing. Roberts manages to get his hands up and grab Hollywood’s leg.

Joel Hortega: Uno!

Joel Hortega: Dos!

He pulls Hollywood down to the arena floor, grabs his head and plants him on the arena floor with a DDT.

Joel Hortega: Tres!

Joel Hortega: Cuatro!

Roberts is back on him quickly and pulls Hollywood to his feet. Roberts uses the ring apron as an aid and slams Hollywood’s head into the arena floor a second time with a tornado DDT.

Joe Hoffman: Two straight DDT’s! Hollywood doesn’t even know what country he’s in now!

Joel Hortega: Cinco!

Joel Horetga: Seis!

Roberts takes his time and rolls Hollywood into the ring breaking up the count. Roberts wipes the blood away from his nose as he hops up onto the apron and ascends to the top rope, he waits for Hollywood to try to sit up and Roberts jumps off smashing him back to the canvas with a drop kick.

Roberts springs up to his feet and runs over to the top rope. He jumps off and comes down with the shooting star guillotine on Hollywood’s neck. Hortega slides in for the pinfall again.

Joel Hortega: Uno!

Joel Hortega: Dos!

Joel Hortega: Tres!

Joe Hoffman: That’ll do it folks. JJR is still our HOTv Champion! What a run the champion has had, Brian Hollywood might have been his toughest opponent yet!

We cut away as the EPU quickly rush into the ring to once again restrain the HOTv Champion.

Joe Hoffman: Well as you know, LSD Champion John Sektor has found himself embroiled in a conflict involving his protegee Adam Ellis and ‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson at Missouri Valley Wrestling.  Sektor flew back to the United States to be in Ellis’s corner at last night’s Peoria, Illinois house show as Ellis faced Dickinson again and here’s what happened.

Last Night- MVW’s Wrestling Night in the Heartland on HOTv
(‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson vs. Adam Ellis-courtesy of MVW and HOTv)
Dickinson tries to lock up with Ellis. 

Thunderbolt Smith: Ellis fights out of the grapple and backs up a couple steps.  

*CRRRACK*

Thunderbolt Smith: SUPERKICK! 

CROWD POP!  

Thunderbolt Smith: Adam Ellis unleashed a superkick that caught Dickinson flush.  Dickinson’s down and the crowd is on their feet.

Ellis hooks the leg. 

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Quick shot of John Sektor grimacing as Dickinson beats the three count.

Thunderbolt Smith: Dickinson kicks out but John Sektor has to be pleased that Adam Ellis is taking the fight right to Bill Dickinson.

‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall: That’s right Thunderbolt.  Adam Ellis is doing everything he needs to do.  He’s not backing down.  He’s hitting his offense and keeping Dickinson at bay.

(End Video)

Joe Hoffman: Things looked good for Sektor’s protégée early on.  Then Dickinson took full control of the match after Adam Ellis got careless and ran into Dickinson’s big boot.

(‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson vs. Adam Ellis)
With the crowd urging the rookie on, Dickinson pulls the unsteady Ellis to his feet and whips him into his corner- his head runs right into ‘Big’ Don Dickinson’s boot.  

Thunderbolt Smith: BIG BOOT IN THE CORNER FROM BIG DON!

Ellis’s legs go wobbly.  ‘Big’ Don and Sektor lock eyes.  Don flips Sektor the middle finger. 

Rick Hall: ‘Big’ Don hasn’t forgotten that time Sektor hit him with the C-Sektion and stretched him out with the Sektor Stretch.

Ellis staggers backwards in the waiting grasp of Bill Dickinson.  Boot to the gut by Dickinson doubles him over.  He puts Ellis’s head between his legs and lifts… 

Thunderbolt Smith: This could be it! 

Dickinson backs to the ropes and with a running start powerbombs Ellis to the mat. 

Thunderbolt Smith: SOUTHERN FRIED POWERBOMB!  

Rick Hall: Good night.  

ONE!

TWO.

TH-DICKINSON PULLS HIM UP!

Thunderbolt Smith: WAIT! DICKINSON PULLED HIM UP AT THE LAST SECOND!    

Rick Hall: He had that match won, Thunderbolt!  Referee Davey Keels’s hand was about to hit the mat for three.

Dickinson and Sektor glare at each other. 

Rick Hall: If I’m Adam Ellis, I’d have a real bad feeling about this.

Dickinson methodically pulls Ellis to his feet and places Ellis’s head between his legs.  Glaring at Sektor, Dickinson lifts.  He runs forward.  He again drives Ellis to the mat with another powerbomb. 

Thunderbolt Smith: DICKINSON WITH ANOTHER SOUTHERN FRIED POWEBOMB.  

Rick Hall: That’s got to do it.  

Dickinson- keeping his eyes on Sektor every step of the way- takes his sweet time getting around to make the cover.  

Thunderbolt Smith: Come on Bill.  Just pin him already.  

Dickinson covers- again he stares at Sektor.

ONE! 

TWO!

THR-.

Thunderbolt Smith: HE PULLED HIM UP AGAIN!  

BOOOOOOOOOO!  .

Thunderbolt Smith: John Sektor is FURIOUS!

The fans are upset.  Sektor is livid.  He starts to step through the ropes and points towards Dickinson

Rick Hall: John Sektor has several choice words for the 330 Pound Southern Brawler but he can’t interfere. Sektor knows the second he steps into the ring and goes after Bill Dickinson that Adam Ellis loses the match.

Dickinson again drags a lifeless Ellis up from the mat. 

Thunderbolt Smith: And here we go again.

Rick Hall: John Sektor is yelling at Keels to stop the match.  

Dickinson gives Sektor the double middle finger.  He places Ellis’s head between his legs.  

Thunderbolt Smith: He’s got Ellis up again!  

He lifts him up and runs forward four steps powering Ellis down again with great force to the mat. 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Thunderbolt Smith: And Bill Dickinson with a THIRD Southern Fried Powerbomb to Adam Ellis.  

Rick Hall: The crowd is not happy with Bill Dickinson and with good reason.  There’s just no reason to do this to Adam Ellis. 

Dickinson makes the cover.  

ONE! 

TWO! 

THR-DICKINSON PULLS ELLIS UP-

Thunderbolt Smith: SEKTOR ATTACKS DICKINSON!  

The second Sektor bolts into the ring and tackles Dickinson, the crowd pops and Keels calls for the bell.

Rick Hall: This has been brewing for a few weeks!

Thunderbolt Smith: Sektor and Dickinson roll around in the ring flailing away at each other. 

Rick Hall: HERE COMES SECURITY!  

At a full sprint, MVW Security race down and roll into the ring.  

Sektor gets in a couple shots on Dickinson before he’s swarmed by security and pulled away from Dickinson.  Dickinson is also yanked back by security and the two men are separated… FORCIBLY separated.   

Thunderbolt Smith: MVW Security quick on the scene to try to separate these two.

Rick Hall: (MVW Owner) Ray McAvay had his security people on full alert for this eventuality and they were quick to respond. 

But Sektor’s not done yet.  He shoves away two of the security guys and gets loose.  He drives his shoulder into Dickinson while he’s being held by security and it all kicks off again.  

Thunderbolt Smith: Someone’s got to get John Sektor away from Dickinson. 

Sektor with rapid fire right hands.  But Dickinson gets free and he fires a volley of rights of his own before MVW Security tackle both men to the floor.  

(End Video)

Joe Hoffman (voiceover): Finally, after Bill Dickinson escaped from security and attacked John Sektor, order was FINALLY restored and Sektor went to the back without further incident.  It was announced last night that Dickinson will face Adam Ellis again on December 19^th– one week before ICONIC- at MVW’s Evening of Champions pay per view show. John Sektor will certainly be in Ellis’s corner again.  Also, we will hear from John Sektor himself later on tonight.  Michael Lee Best defends the HOW Championship against Scottywood in our main event but first these commercial messages.

Back live and the scene cuts to Anton the Fourth, dressed to the nines, a black tuxedo, a clip on bow tie, his hair slicked back, looking somehow classier and sleazier than usual. He stands in front of a microphone as “Everybody Wants You” by Billy Squier plays across the arena. In his deep, bellowing faux British accented voice he begins reading from a card.

Anton: Welcome chaps and chapettes! It is now time for the ginchiest show in the H-O-W, it is time for “STARRGAZING WITH JATT STARR”….And now your host, the impossibly amazing, the implausibly great, the impeccably dressed Ruler of Jattlantis, the Sovereign of Starrgentina, El Jattador de Starrcelona…..JATT STARR!!!!!

The camera cuts to Jatt Starr, sporting his usual attire of red and black plaid suit sans shirt. He sits on a stool slightly to the “stage left” side of the ring, microphone in hand. A couple paces to his right is an empty stool with another mic on it. The music fades and the loud Jatt Starr cheering section fades with it.

Jatt Starr: Welcome to “Starrgazing with Jatt Starr”! Thank you, Anton! It has been far too long since I have seen my fans here in BELFAST!!!!

Cheap pop, which works with the fans in the audience.

Jatt Starr: I wanted to make tonight special for you. I had initially wanted Clay Byrd to come out here and address that assault at the hands of Mike Best and…uh….the paper-scissors guy from last week, what’s his name…a little help, Anton?

Anton: Assywoggle Fucking-None.

Jatt Starr: Close enough. However, Clay Byrd did not respond to my request. Clay, as someone who is undefeated against you and yet, still respects you. Get better soon. Next, I attempted to reach out to Conor Fuse—-

The crowd erupts at the mention of Conor Fuse’s name. Jatt Starr nods and provides a little golf clap for Conor Fuse before putting up his hand in hopes to quell the excitement.

Jatt Starr: BUT….BUT….Conor Fuse is not in a talking mood lately. I get that. He’s got some things to work out. Conor, while you were napping, I put my number into your phone. Call or text me anytime. By the way, I’ve been in contact with your mother, please call her or at least text her. She’s worried.

The Thane of Starrkarth proceeds to look out at the audience, pausing for a moment, before continuing.

Jatt Starr: But then, I found my guest….Tonight, there’s this huge main event! Mike Best is defending the HOW World Championship against my guest….please welcome the Hardcore Artist, the HOW Hall of Famer, SCOTTYWOOD!!!!!!

The Marquis of MadagaStarr points to the curtain and…..nothing. There is an awkward pause as Jatt Starr begins looking around, confused. Suddenly, “Circus” by Brittney Spears blares across the arena and the fans begin booing. The Ruler of Jattlantis looks perplexed and upset by this turn of events as Bobbinette Carey, flanked by two HATE bodyguards, walks down the ramp. Carey is wearing mauve pants with a matching blazer with a “I do not consent.” T shirt in black tucked into the pants. Bobbinette Carey enters the ring and picks up the microphone on the empty stool, but before she can speak, Jatt Starr starts and forces a smile.

Jatt Starr: Scotty, I know you are what you eat, but this is ridiculous!

The crowd laughs and hoots at the less than gentlemanly comment from the Earl of GlouStarr.

Bobbinette: First off, rude. Second, I told Scooter I’d take this because he’s got a match to focus on. His match is uberly more important than your nonsense.

She says dismissiveness before sitting in the guest chair comfortably.

Bobbinette: But since I support my partner, and I have time, I figured I would grace the fans with the presence of Epicness and compassion. To try and reduce the amount of toxicity from you men here in HOW and you toxic ignorant people.

They start booing.

Bobbinette: The definition of ignorance is uneducated, uninformed people; and that’s what I am doing is educating you all on why this type of behavior is problematic!

She says gesturing in Jatt’s general direction.

Bobbinette: And the fact that I was trying to get into your “Iron Person” Match with you and Sektor and you didn’t say anything. Now that you lost all of a sudden Scottywood and I are names you’re dropping quite frequently. That’s a bit of a problem. Especially since you then call out the male of the partnerships. Not even enough respect to address the person who addressed you first. This white privilege behavior cannot go unnoticed and is a gross abuse of power.

The Baron of Boca Jatton looks at Bobbinette Carey and just bursts out laughing.

Jatt Starr: WOW!

The Jattvian Prince shakes his head and then looks at the Queen of Epicness.

Jatt Starr: “Abuse of power”? Who do you think you’re talking to here? Lee Best? Do I look like a cross between the Crypt Keeper and Mister Magoo to you? Does it look like I’m gonna ask you to drop to your knees and start sucking? Heck no! If I wanted to see you sucking and on your knees, I’d watch one of your matches.

The crowd cheers at this clear lack of respect Jatt Starr is showing Bobbinette Carey. The Jattlantic City Idol turns serious. Queen of Epicness rolls her eyes with a less than amused look on her face.

Bobbinette: Of course as a white male you don’t see that you’re privileged. But I know better than to expect you to understand that.

She snipps. Jatt Starr shakes his head.

Jatt Starr: I understand that you’re using your gender to get what you want. You’re using your gender as an excuse for not getting your way. The truth is, you weren’t in the Ironman, sorry, “person” match because….at this point in time….you’re just not good enough!

Bobbinette attempts a rebuttal but Jatt Starr interrupts.

Jatt Starr: The fact is, this isn’t about you. If it were, I would tell you what a cowardly harpy you are for blindsiding my main man Mario by defiberizing him! If this were about you, I would tell you as a father of a young woman busting her ass to make her mark in the male dominated field of “stuntpersoning”, it is disgusting to watch someone like you bitch and moan about how entitled she is to a title shot when she is has done ABSOLUUUUUUUUTELY NOTHING to earn it!!!!

Bobbinette Carey goes to retort Jatt Starr but once again, the Savior of Starrkham stops her and whips out a card from his jacket.

Jatt Starr: So, since you are here in the stead of Scottywood, I will ask you….What makes Scottywood thinks he deserves a title shot after getting his ass handed to him week after week by Mike Best? Actually, that would apply to you. Also, is giving up his ownership stake in the HOW worth a title match against someone who has continually dominated over him since he arrived in the HOW? And finally, what’s going to happen if Scottywood wins the HOW Championship tonight? Are you gonna make him give it to you like you did at War Games after Shane Reynolds won that match for you?

Bobbinette: We beat Mike Best in the tag match with Solex but of course you choose to remember things differently. Scottywood has been on the uptick. He has Mike’s number and I think he is a better opponent than anyone else could be to Mike. And again with wargames! It was my team!! We were both standing at the end of it!

She says her face getting red at defending this controversy. She takes a deep breath closing her eyes then clearing her throat.

Bobbinette: When my partner beats Mike tonight, we will celebrate and I will be proud of my teammates’ success. However, I’m out here because this seemed like the perfect place to announce my stipulation for my match against Mario Maruko at ICONIC!

The crowd pops at the mention of Iconic giving mixed cheers as well as boos to the Queen of Epicness.

Bobbinette: This IS about me, Jatt, and my wrestling match with Mario. So please save your disrespect for people who actually tolerate it.

The Baron of Boca Jatton cannot help but roll his eyes.

Bobbinette: I didn’t want to face Mario. I came back before him! I said I didn’t want to see him here in HOW. Yet there is that Italian mug of his all up in my business! But, true to my word, I promised the fans an announcement this week and the announcement is that Iconic the match will be in an Electric Cage!

Jatt Starr: An Electric Cage? Innovative. But I call poppycock and malarkey on this claim that you didn’t want Mario here! Come on, Bobbi!!! Just admit it, much like Scotty will be without his ownership stake….without Mario Maurako….

The Starrabian Knight walks up to Bobbinette Carey and gets into the Queen of Epicness’s face.

Jatt Starr: You. Are. Nothing.

Bobbinette Carey shoves Jatt Starr (who drops the mic) backwards towards one of the HATE bodyguards who positioned themselves behind the Jattinum Standard. The bodyguard goes to nail Jatt Starr in the head with a baton, the Ruler of Jattlantis ducks at the last second and immediately kicks the bodyguard in the gut and nails a Falling Star! As Jatt Starr picks up the baton, the second bodyguard charges, the Thane of Starrkarth nails the second bodyguard in the knee with the baton and then across the back, the impact sending the HATE goon to the mat.

Jatt Starr turns and is immediately sprayed in the face with pepper spray. Bobbinette smirks and tosses the pepper spray canister out of the ring, as he drops the baton and brings his hands to his eyes. Seizing her moment, the Queen of Epicness gives an “epic” kick to the Jattlantian groin as if she were trying to kick a game tying field goal. As Jatt Starr hunches forward, Bobbinette Carey picks up the baton and whacks Jatt Starr right in the side of the head with it. The Mayor of ManJattan drops like a ton of bricks.

Bobbinette Carey arrogantly looks down at Mario Maurako’s fallen comrade before exiting the ring to “Circus” (barely audible over the audience’s resounding boos) with her HATE squad as we cut away.

We cut backstage and we can see LSD champion waiting alongside Blaire Moise. His face is stern and jaw clenched as he rocks back and forth on his heels impatiently. He’s wearing a grey suit with wide lapels and a white shirt with the top section unbuttoned. Over his shoulder is the LSD championship whilst a pair of dark sunglasses shield his eyes.

He has the look of a man who is in a bad mood as Blaire raises the microphone to her pretty mouth.

Blaire Moise: Sektor, as we saw recently on Wrestling night in the Heartland on HOTv..

Sektor presses his index finger against her lips to physically silence her. Her eyes glance down and up with a disgusted look as he crosses a personal boundary. He retracts his finger slowly and begins to tall slowly and quietly.

Sektor: We’re not here to talk about that..

Blaire frowns with confusion, clearly eager to get the scoop on Sektor’s recent actions at MVW.

Blaire: Well, I feel the fans want to know..

Sektor: Blaire!

He barks at her like a dog and snatches off his shades to grill her with his eyes. She seems to stare at a small cut above his right eye which has a little bruising and swelling around it.

Sektor: This is HOW. NOT, MVW. We talk about HOW matters now. So you’re either going to stand there and ask your LSD champion about matters relating to HOW, the LSD championship or anything else that is relevant. Because I refuse to plug any bottom feeders any longer.

Blaire puffs out her cheeks and shifts awkwardly, as though she hadn’t prepared to talk about anything else. Being the professional that she is she managed to compose herself and pull a question out of her ass.

Blaire Moise: Uhm, any idea who you’ll be defending the LSD title against at Iconic?

Sektor rolls his eyes and places his sunglasses back on, hiding the small wound above his eye.

Sektor: There is still nobody who is man or woman enough to step up and challenge me. See everyone knows that I’m at the top of my game again. They know I’m in hot form and in this kind of form I cannot be beaten. Nobody wants to book themselves into a march they can’t win at Iconic. No one is prepared to pad my stats and become another proverbial notch on Sektors bedpost. Everyone here is gutless. Spineless shells of men who do not deserve to share the same air that I breathe.

He curls his lip with disgust.

Sektor: I am so much better than everybody here that it makes me sad to think that I’m not going to get a match worthy of Iconic. Nobody wants to challenge for the LSD title now that you actually have to use skill and ability to win , not just weapons because any goodwill can win a match with a weapon. Everyone in this company fucking SUCKS!

He turns to look at the camera, shades still on.

Sektor: You hear me talking here amigos?

I said you are all shitty excuses for wrestlers and none of you and I mean none of you (he growls, the final words gurgling in the back of his throat)..deserve a match with me!

With that he slaps the camera and walks off, leaving Blaire completely perplexed as we hit our final commercial break.

As we come back from commercial, the Hall of Fame announcer is ready to call the Main Event of the evening.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen where we are about to settle things once and for all between two that have been at each other’s throats for the better part of a decade as Scottywood takes on Mike Best for the HOW World Championship!

Joe’s enthusiasm is about as evident as the fans in tonight.

Joe Hoffman: This match took place after Scottywood signed over his long standing ownership percentage of HOW to the mysterious figure that has been making the deals as of late and Mike was more than happy to accept.

With that, Bryan McVay is ready in the ring.

Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen…….IT’S TIME! FOR YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!

The crowd goes rambunctious as the main event is moments away from starting.

Bryan McVay: This match is set for one fall……

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Bryan McVay: With a one hour time limit……AND IT IS FOR THE HIGH OCTANE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheers in anticipation for the title match.

OOOOOOHHHHHH, Beg Motherfucker, Beg!

“Beg” by Seether begins to play over the PA system and The Hardcore Artist wastes little time appearing from behind the curtain.

Joe Hoffman: There he is ladies and gentlemen, the man who sold his ownership for one last shot at 97 Red here tonight.

Dressed in his regular faded jeans, Scotty power walks down the ramp. Once he gets to the end, he has many choice words for the fans in attendance before rubbing the top of his bald head and slapping his face a few times to psyche himself up before sliding under the ropes and entering the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood looks determined and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this focused.

Scotty takes a moment to adjust his hand tape as he awaits the champion.

HALLLLLLELUJAH!

HALLLLLLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLEEEEEEEELUJAH!

The catchy but vaguely off-putting groove of Hanzel und Gretyl’s “HELLAlujah” begins to slap over the sound system, heralding the arrival of the SON OF GOD, Michael Lee Best.

Joe Hoffman: Mike Best has made it known that he has not been happy in HOW as of late when it comes to the competition and matches that have been thrown his way, but when he found out Scotty sold his ownership for one last shot to win 97 Red he was all for it.

The always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, making his way toward the ramp. He stares out into the crowd as he bobs his head to the sweet jams of his own entrance music.

Joe Hoffman: The only ten time champion in the history of our company is ready to put everything on the line here tonight.

As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot as he flips the bird, displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently. He approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. Michael slowly makes his way toward his corner, stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away as McVay walks towards the center of the ring.

Bryan McVay: Introducing first, the challenger………

McVay turns to his left.

Bryan McVay: From New York City, and weighing in at 265 lbs….he is a Hall of Famer and The Hardcore Artist…..SCOTTY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Scotty cracks his knuckles and the audience gives him a rowdy reception as McVay turns to his right.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from Chicago, IL and weighing in at 235 lbs….he is the REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED! HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING! HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!…….HALL OF FAME WRESTLER!…….MICHAEL! LEE! BEEEEEEEEEST!

Mike kicks back in his corner and that familiar smirk crosses his face.

Bryan McVay: The man in charge is Scott Stevens.

Stevens holds the HOW World championship high into the air for the world to see before handing it to McVay. Stevens looks at Scotty and then at Mike and makes his way towards Scotty to check him.

Joe Hoffman: I guess Stevens is double checking to make sure there are no shenanigans happening here tonight.

Stevens checks The Hardcore Artist before looking at his hand and requesting his ring and Scotty doesn’t hesitate to take it off and give it to the Texan.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty gives his Hall of Fame ring to Stevens to make sure he doesn’t get accidently disqualified.

Stevens makes his way across the ring to Mike Best and he begins to check the champion. Once the Texan is done patting down Mike he asks for the ring who obliges by slowly raising his middle finger and taking it off before handing it to the official.

Mike Best: The closest you’ll ever get to it.

Mike says to Stevens who shrugs.

Scott Stevens: I’m fine with it.

Stevens replies as he takes the ring and places it into his pocket.

Joe Hoffman: Guess Mike is still pissed about Farthington being banned from ringside.

Stevens signals for the bell.

Ding. Ding.

Joe Hoffman: And here we go…..

Scotty and Mike come out of their respective corners and meet up in the center of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: What’s this?

Mike extends his out hand to his opponent and motions for Scotty to shake it. The Hardcore Artist looks down at it before looking back at Mike and extends his hand and the two opponents show a mutual respect to one another.

Joe Hoffman: These two may not be inviting each other to Thanksgiving dinner this year, but there is a mutual respect between these two Hall of Famers.

Mike and Scotty begin to circle one another and the two lock horns and begin to jock for position. Scotty uses his size advantage to slowly overpower the champion and push him back into a corner and once there Stevens begins his count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four…..

Scotty slowly backs away with his hands up and Mike gives him a nod.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty playing it cool and not trying to make a mistake by getting overly aggressive early.

Mike comes out of the corner and meets Scotty back in the center of the ring and the two circle one another before locking up again. Instead of jocking for position, Mike takes his opponent down to the canvas with a side headlock and Scotty quickly counters by wrapping his legs around the face of the champion causing Mike to break the hold. Scotty and Mike quickly get to their feet and lock up once more and Mike sends a knee into the abdomen of Scotty causing him to double over allowing Mike to lock in a standing side headlock, but the challenger his able to power out of it and transition to a top wristlock causing the champion to quickly reach for the ropes.

One.

Two.

Three……

Scotty releases the hold and slowly backs away as Mike as an uneasy look on his face.

Joe Hoffman: Mike looks surprised that Scotty is actually wrestling him.

Mike wrings out his arm before running full speed at an unsuspecting Scottywood and connecting with a Superman punch.

Joe Hoffman: Superman punch stuns the challenger!

Mike pushes Scotty into the corner and begins to ram his shoulder into the mid-section of the Hardcore Artist. Mike transitions from the low body blows to the upper chest as he lights up Scottywood’s chest with knife edge chops.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Each chop has a more sickening sound than the last. Michael delivers one last chop before his mix martial arts background kicks in with high kicks to Scotty’s face and a spin kick that rocks the former world champion.

Joe Hoffman: Mike’s educated feet in full effect tonight.

Mike hits the ropes with full speed and delivers a massive boot to the face of Scotty that drops him to a seated position in the corner allowing Mike to hit the ropes again as he drives his knee into the side of Scotty’s face.

Joe Hoffman: Knee trembler to the challenger.

Michael quickly pulls Scotty up and snaps him to the canvas with a suplex as he rolls to a cover.

One.

Two.

Thr…..

No.

Scotty pops the shoulder up and Mike immediately locks in a reverse chinlock.

Joe Hoffman: Scooter showing his grit and toughness.

Stevens asks if Scotty wants to submit, but the New Yorker shouts no and upon hearing that, Mike begins to drive those deadly elbows of his into the neck and shoulder area of Scottywood. Mike delivers a stiff elbow into the Hardcore Artist’s neck causing Scotty to gasp for air allowing the champion to lock in a Dragon Sleeper.

Joe Hoffman: Michael may be looking to put Scotty to sleep here.

Scotty begins to flail around looking to grasp at anything to break the submission, but Mike tightens his grip and slowly pulls him to the canvas as Scotty’s back connects with the mat.

One.

Two.

T…..

No.

Scotty pops the shoulder up.

Joe Hoffman: That was the closest near fall of the night.

Mike leans forward putting his weight down on Scotty’s chest adding more pressure to the submission.

Cover.

One.

Two.

Three…….

NO!

Scotty kicked out.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty kicked out of the pin, but he’s still locked in that Dragon Sleeper.

Scotty uses one of his free arms to feel where Mike’s face is at before he drives the point of his knee into the champion’s face.

Joe Hoffman: That knee stunned Mike!

Mike takes a moment to shake the cobwebs out and when he does he is able to witness another knee about to collide with his face. Scotty continues to do this until Mike lets go of the submission.

Joe Hoffman: The champion is dazed and the challenger is confused. Who will capitalize first?

Scotty is on all fours gasping for air as Mike begins to shake his head to regain his focus. Mike sees Scottywood on all fours so he sprints over to him and when he gets near he jumps up.

Joe Hoffman: Hall of Fameasser!……….NO!

Mike tries to drive Scotty’s face into the mat with the Fameasser, but the Anti-Christ of HOW blocks it by using Mike’s momentum against him as he lifts him high into the air and drives him into the mat with a ring shaking powerbomb.

Joe Hoffman: SCOTTYBOMB!

Cover.

One.

Two.

Th….

No!

Mike pops his shoulder up.

Joe Hoffman: That powerbomb took a lot out of the champion.

Scottywood channels his inner Chong Li impression as he rolls to his back as uses his elbows to stun Mike Best as he drives his left into his face and his right into his abdomen.

Joe Hoffman: That looks like it hurt.

Scotty mounts the world champion and begins to rain down right hands onto Mike Best.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty driving those heavy hands into the face of the champion. He better be careful not to get disqualified.

Stevens warns Scotty to open up his fists and the Hardcore Artist obliges the Texan’s request by driving forearm and elbow strikes into the face of Mike instead. Scotty grabs Mike behind his head and drives a stiff forearm into his face before getting to his feet to stomp away on every exposed orifice of Mike Best. Scotty begins to put more power behind those stomps before delivering one final stomp. Scotty pulls Mike to a seated position and delivers a kick to the spine before building a head of steam and hitting the ropes and delivering a seated lariat to the world champion.

Joe Hoffman: What a clothesline by Scotty!

Cover.

One.

Two.

Thr….

NO!

Mike kicks out.

Scotty shoots Stevens a look, but the Texan says it was two.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty thought he should have had it there.

Scotty goes to pick up the champion, but Mike pushes him back and when Scotty comes forward again Mike jumps up looking for a superkick.

Joe Hoffman: Hashtag Countered!

Scotty caught the leg of Mike and whips him to the canvas. Scotty maintains his grip on Mike’s leg and reaches down for the other.

Scottywood: FUCK BOSTON!

Scotty yells bringing a round of boos from the Irish crowd.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty looking to lock in the New York Crab.

Scotty is able to turn Mike onto his stomach and he sits down.

Joe Hoffman: The submission is locked in the center of the ring and Mike has nowhere to go!

Mike begins to search around looking for the ropes and realizes there is none nearby and Stevens slides into position asking Mike if he quits.

Mike Best: FUCK YOU!

Mike shouts at Stevens who shakes his head.

Scott Stevens: That’s not an answer Mike! Do you submit?!?

Mike Best: NO!

Stevens nods and waves it off.

Joe Hoffman: Mike still has fight left in him, but how much does he have left?

Mike musters enough strength and begins to crawl towards the ropes.

Inch.

By inch.

By inch.

By inch until he finally reaches the ropes.

Joe Hoffman: Mike made it! Unbelievable!

Or did he????

Before Stevens can make Scottywood break the hold, the Hardcore Artist pulls the world champion back to the center of the ring and Mike can be heard shouting out in agony.

Joe Hoffman: Is this it? Are we going to have a new champion here tonight? Is Mike going to tap???

The champion raises his hand and Stevens slides into position asking if he surrenders.

Mike Best: FUCK NO!

Mike shouts to Stevens who waves it off.

Joe Hoffman: Mike being as defiant as ever shows you what that championship means to him and that he will destroy his body to retain it.

Mike tries to pick the leg of Scotty, but the challenger stomps on his hand. Mike musters some strength to push up and try to counter that way, but Scotty drives his butt into the small of Mike’s back causing pain to travel through his spine and send him back to the canvas. Mike begins to bite his arm to alleviate the pain in his legs and back as he quickly thinks of his next move.

Joe Hoffman: Mike may want to tap and fight other day.

However, that isn’t in Michael Lee Best’s genetic makeup as he begins to crawl towards the ropes again.

Slowly.

Inch.

By inch.

By inch.

Joe Hoffman: He can’t possible make it again, can he?

Closer.

And closer.

Joe Hoffman: He’s almost there.

Scotty shifts his weight putting more pressure on the lower back and Mike lets out a scream of agony as he raises his right hand into the air.

Joe Hoffman: Is that it?!?!?!?!?

Stevens slides into position waiting for Mike to tap, but instead Mike lets out a primal scream as he lunges towards the ropes and grabs them.

Joe Hoffman: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! OH MY!

Stevens tells Scotty to release the hold who doesn’t causing the Texan to administer his count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Scotty releases the submission.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty milking the rules for as long as he can.

Stevens warns Scotty, but the Hall of Famer brushes off his nemesis and ricochets off of the ropes and hits a seated senton onto the back of Mike Best as he lies across the middle rope. Scotty builds another head of steam as he bounces off of the ropes once again and slides underneath the bottom one so he can deck Mike across the face sending the champion back to center ring.

Joe Hoffman: What a punch!

Scotty hops onto the apron and proceeds to ascend up the turnbuckle.

Joe Hoffman: What’s Scotty up to?

Scottywood balances himself on the tope rope and points down at Mike before launching himself off looking to hit a macho size elbow drop.

Joe Hoffman: MIKE MOVED! MIKE MOVED!

Mike rolled out of the way and Scottywood crashed and burned as he rolls around on the mat holding his arm. With both men down, Stevens begins his mandatory ten count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Both men begin to stir.

Five.

Six.

Both men roll to all fours.

Seven.

Eight.

Both men look at one another and begin trading shots. Scotty drills Mike who staggers a bit.

Mike Best: THAT ALL YOU GOT PUSSY?!?!?!?

Mike shouts before delivering a hard right to the Hardcore Artist who simply shrugs it off.

Scottywood: TARA HITS HARDER BITCH!

Scottywood replies and goes for another haymaker, but the champion drills the challenger in the stomach with a quick front kick and grabs his hurt arm and begins to drive his shoulder into it. Mike continues to drive his shoulder into Scotty’s arm until the Hardcore Artist drops to his knees in pain.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty may need some medical attention. He could have a dislocated elbow or possible broken arm.

Mike yanks Scotty to his feet while looking to hit a short arm clothesline.

Joe Hoffman: Hashtag Worst Problems for Mike Best!

Scotty ducks underneath the strike and grabs Mike’s head and drops him to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Scotty yells for Mike to get up and as the champion slowly pulls himself to a seated position Scotty delivers a sickening kick to the side of the champion’s head.

Joe Hoffman: ICE KICK! IS SCOTTY GOING TO DO IT? ARE WE GOING TO CROWN A NEW CHAMPION?!?!?!?

Scotty thinks so as he reaches down and picks up the lifeless body of Mike Best and places him across his shoulders.

Joe Hoffman: GAME MISCONDUCT COMING UP!

Scotty spins and is looking to throw Mike forward, but the Son of GOD has one miracle left up his sleeve as he uses the momentum of Scotty’s spin and throw to deliver an old finishing maneuver.

Joe Hoffman: JESUS COMPLEX!

Scottywood is held up by the ropes and Mike sees this and he immediately springs to his feet to deliver the nail in the coffin of Scottywood’s title chance.

Joe Hoffman: I KNEED A HERO! THAT’LL DO IT!

Mike pulls Scotty away from the ropes and drops into a cover and hooks the leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

NO!

Scotty kicks out a 2.97.

Joe Hoffman: HOLY SHIT! SCOTTY KICKED OUT! SCOTTY KICKED OUT!

Mike can’t believe it as he stares daggers into Stevens.

Mike Best: REALLY MOTHER FUCKER?!?!?!?!? THAT WAS THREE!

Mike shouts at the Texan and Stevens flicks his tongue across his teeth and holds up two fingers.

Scott Stevens: It was two Michael!

As Mike continues to argue, Stevens notices Scottywood roll to the outside of the ring.

Scott Stevens: If you really think it was three how about instead of arguing with me you go finish him off.

Stevens tells Mike as he points to the outside where Scottywood is leaning across the apron. Mike makes his way over to the ropes and goes through the middle to pull Scottywood back in, but John the Second foreshadowed the coming of the Anti-Christ and Scotty wasn’t defeated just yet as he grabbed Mike by the back of his head and slingshots him back into the ring causing the champion to hold his throat and gasp for air.

Stevens rushes over and kneels down to check on Mike who is struggling to breathe.

Scotty, still struggling to stay on his feet, looks into the ring at Mike and starts to climb in.

WHACK

Joe Hoffman: NOOOO!!!!!!

The cameras barely capture a foot hitting Scotty right in the temple. But as the hard cameraman backs up there is no mistake as we see the person who just superkicked Scotty pull him up to his feet and roll him into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: WHY CAREY…WHY????!!!!!

Holding his throat and still gasping for air, Mike sees Carey roil Scotty into the ring and staggers towards the challenger as Stevens turns but not in time to see what Carey did.

The crowd is dead silent as Michael army crawls to Scotty and places an arm on the man and makes the cover.

1……

2…..

3!!!!!

Stevens signals towards McVay and we have our winner.

Bryan McVay: WINNER VIA PINFALL…..AND STIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL HIGH OCTANE WORLD CHAMPION…..MICHAEL LEEEEEEEE BESTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Mike rolls off Scotty and stares up at the lights and smirks as he realizes that he escaped his biggest challenge yet. Stevens hands Mike the World Championship and the Hall of Famer slowly rolls all the way out of the ring….clutching his championship tightly.

Suddenly Bobbinette, who slid under the ring after delivering her sweet chin music superkick, rolls into the ring and Stevens quickly steps to the side as we see Carey stand over Scottywood.

She slowly bends down and smacks Scotty hard across the face.

Scotty’s eyes flutter and he slowly regains his vision and sees Carey standing over him.

His eyes grow wide as Carey reaches back and nails Scottywood with a hard right hand and The Hardcore Artist quickly loses consciousness as Carey slowly stands up to her feet and the 80^th edition of Refueled ends with Carey standing over the body of her fellow Hall of Famer.