Ghosts of Christmas Future (Unsweet Dreams Are Made of These)

Ghosts of Christmas Future (Unsweet Dreams Are Made of These)

Posted on December 27, 2023 at 9:02 pm by Scott Stevens

The scene opens up and we see Mike Best and Scott Stevens dueling it out in the center of the ring. Both men can barely stand and sweat flies off of their chiseled frames with each hard-hitting punch.

Joe Hoffman: Both men have given it all they have tonight ladies and gentlemen. They want to show who is worthy of truly wearing the most prestigious title in the world.

Benny Newell: Fuck that inbred hick Hofman. There is only one person worthy of that championship and that’s the Final Alliance.

Joe Hoffman: That’s a group Benny.

Benny Newell: As long as it is where it belongs whomever that person is, is worthy of holding it.

Mike Best delivers a vicious superkick to the World champion that staggers the Texan back against the ropes.

Joe Hoffman: Hashtag Muted by the former champion.

As Stevens ricochets off of the ropes, Mike doubles the champion over with a thrust kick to the abdomen. Mike pulls down the kneepad and hits his leg a few times before building a head of steam.

Benny Newell: I KNEED A HERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joe Hoffman: Actually, it’s the Knee of Erebus. I Kneed a Hero is a Shining Wizard and the wrestler is in a seated….

Benny Newell: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!

Whichever knee it is, it misses the target and as Mike turns around the champion is waiting for him as he quickly wraps his arms around his neck.

Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting coming?

Mike pushes Stevens away and the challenger runs towards his opponent’s back and jumps.

Joe Hoffman: HOLY HECK! THE JESUS COMPLEX?!?!?!?!?!?

Benny Newell: He’s rebirthing his old moves Hoffman to resurrect a reign that should have never ended in the first place.

However, the momentum is short lived as Stevens muscles Mike over and drills him in the face with a knee. The Texan quickly places Mike’s head between is legs and attempts to lift the Son of God.

Joe Hoffman: Mike showing, he still has fight left as he is doing everything, he can to block the Stevens’ piledriver.

Stevens begins to club the back and neck area of Mike before attempting to lift him up again, but instead of a piledriver, Scott lifts him up for a powerbomb. Mike begins to punch away at the Texan before grabbing one of his arms and tightening his legs around Scott’s neck.

Benny Newell: Five Time-Out!

Joe Hoffman: Mike looks to have it locked in tight. Stevens will have to get out of it quickly or he’ll pass out from lack of oxygen.

Benny Newell: Maybe I can get a late Christmas gift from Mike as his crushes his windpipe.

Joe Hoffman: You truly hate Stevens, don’t you?

Benny Newell: Does my dick hate condoms?

Stevens’ face begins to turn blue as he begins to have troubles holding Mike up before dropping to a knee.

Joe Hoffman: The FiveTime-Out seems to be putting an end to Stevens miraculous reign.

Benny Newell: It was an early Christmas gift from fat ass Saint Nick Hoffman. Besides, I think Mike should change the name of the submission to the Excommunicated since he is about to excommunicate this abortion of a title reign.

Joe gives his partner a look before turning back to the ring as the champion lets out a primal yell as he uses every ounce of strength to muscle up Mike back up in the air and drive him into the canvas.

Joe Hoffman: POWERBOMB!

Benny Newell: FUCK!!!!






Joe Hoffman: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?

The man everyone forgot about, Jatt Starr, pulls Stevens off of Mike and quickly pulls him to his feet to deliver a Falling Starr.

Benny Newell: BREAK HIS FUCKING FACE!!!!!!!

Jatt picks up the champion and throws him out of the ring when he sees the prize he’s been waiting for his entire career, a prone Michael Lee Best. Jatt makes his way towards Mike’s legs and twists them into the shape of a four before locking his hands and turning him over.

Joe Hoffman: Jattaclysm is locked in.


Mike tries to fight it by reaching for the ropes, but he’s too far away. He tries crawling, but Jatt pulls him back. He tries lifting up, but he strength gives out from the pain and has no choice, but to tap.

Benny Newell: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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


Joe Hoffman: DIDN’T YOU SAY MIKE WAS GOING TO WIN?!?!?!?!?!?




Jatt sits up and sees the prestigious 97 Red staring him in the face as Boettcher holds it in front of him. Jatt snatches the title from the official and stares at it for a moment before giving it the biggest hug you’ve ever scene.

Joe Hoffman: Jatt Starr has done it, he finished his story of riding off into the sunset of retirement as not only the world champion once again, but he did it with a victory over Mike Best.


As Jatt opens his eyes, he sees every member of the Final Alliance congratulating him on his victory. Even the Son of God himself shows the Rembrandt of Wrestling respect by shaking his hand and tapping him on the chest. As Jatt continues to celebrate inside the ring, on the outside, the former champion, Scott Stevens, begins to pick himself up and looks towards the ring with a defeated expression as he sees the thing, he wanted to do what Mike failed to do being held by someone else. A single tear falls down the Texan’s cheek and as he turns around, he sees standing before him, the GOD of HOW himself, Lee Best. As he tries to leave, Lee motions for him to stop. Stevens does and looks once more at the ring before turning around and his good remaining eye widens in fear as the infamous, Bottomline Pen plunges itself deep into the cornea of the former world champion.

“What the fuck?!?!?!?!?!?”

The scene shifts to inside the Stevens bedroom and we see Scott shaking like he’s having a seizure beneath the covers as he holds his face before he jolts up throwing the covers off of him breathing heavily dripping in sweat.

“It was just a dream.”

Scott says to himself between heavy breath and holding his hand over his left eye to reassure himself that his eye is still there. As the heavy breathing continues, a light clicks on beside him and his wife rolls over and places on comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Bad dreams again?”

She asks with a concern tone and Scott nods.

“Same as last time?”

She asks rubbing her husband’s arm as he shakes his head no.

“Not exactly.”

Scott replies as he touches the left side of his face once again.

“What happened this time?”

Lisa asks in a concerning tone and Scott hesitates to answer to not worry his wife, but honesty is the best policy.

“It wasn’t Mike who defeated me in my dream this time it was Jatt…..”

Scott informs Lisa and suddenly goes quiet which causes his wife to get concerned.

“And I’m assuming there is more from your silence.”

Scott nods.


Lisa asks and Scott lets out a sigh before replying.

“At the end of the dream……I was looking at the ring as Jatt and the Final Alliance celebrate in victory and as I turn to walk up the ramp Lee is in front of me. I try to walk past him, but he motions for me to stop and I do. I turn around to look once more at the celebration inside of the ring and when I turn around, I get Bottomlined.”

Stevens informs his wife who has a look of utter shock on her face.

“Oh my God!”

She replies before placing her hand over her mouth. She wraps her arms around her husband’s his trembling bicep and pulls him down towards her lap and begins to rub his head.

“It was just a dream; it won’t happen again.”

Lisa reassures her husband, but the expression on Scott’s face tells a different story. Scott leans back up and steps out of bed.

“I need to clear my head.”

Scott replies as he begins to leave the room as Lisa looks on with concern before clicking the light off and going back to bed. The nightmares of ICONIC have been troubling the champion for days since Christmas and he’s put on a happy face, but even he is beginning to have second thoughts as doubt begins to seep in of can he do it again. Scott exits the master bedroom and makes his journey down the long hallway and stops in front of a door and sees his oldest son’s room empty of life, but littered with posters ranging from bikini clad women, sports teams, wrestlers, and musical acts. Scott closes the door as he peeps into the room of Scott Stevens Jr. who is fast asleep, but those nights will be short and few when he starts his training with MVW. Lastly, Scott appears in front of his daughter’s room and sees posters and objects of her former life before closing the door and making his way downstairs. Stevens goes to the kitchen and pours himself a whiskey sour and at three-thirty in the morning it’s five o’clock somewhere in the world. Plus, he needed something strong to take the edge off. He makes his way towards the table and opens up his laptop and opens up his browser and opens up the bookmark and before he can search what he is looking for a FaceTime call from his daughter. Scott takes a sip of his drink before accepting the call.

“Can’t sleep?”

The first thing that came out of his daughter’s mouth as Scott simply smirks.

“What gave you that idea?”

A chuckle echoes in the Texan’s reply causing his daughter to smile.

“Like father like daughter I suppose.”

Emma replies and Scott squints his eye.

“Got some battle wounds I see.”

Scott motions to his eye and his daughter seems embarrassed by the nice shiner under her right eye.

“Yeah, I bobbed when I should’ve weaved and got struck pretty good by Dawn the other day.”

Emma informs her father as he leans back in his chair and takes another sip of his beverage.

“Dawn is a pretty stiff worker, but she’s one of the best around and she will definitely take care of you and make you into a champion if you have the drive and focus to accomplish it.”

Scott tells his daughter who nods.

“Yeah, there is a lot of potential here and one of the ones that came down for some training before a big match of his and apparently he works for HOW as well.”

Emma’s statement causes her father to raise an eyebrow.

“Who is this?”

Scott is curious to know which individual she is talking about.

“I believe his name is Drew…..Michaels……Michelle……”

As Emma is trying to think of his last name, Scott is already seething in silence.


He asks in a polite manner as he grits his teeth and his daughter nods.

“Stay away from him.”

Scott warns his daughter who looks puzzled.


“Because he’s an idiot!”

Scott snaps and Emma gives him a look.

“Idiot or not, he’s kind of cute.”

Emma’s comments cause her father to palm his face and try to erase it as he slowly brings it down.

“You want to get to know him? Fine. Just don’t come back pregnant.”

Emma is shocked by her dad’s statement.


Emma shouts and Scott shrugs.

“Just warning you, but you’re a big girl and you have to find out some things on your own.”

Scott replies before down his drink.

“Switching topics, how are you sleeping?”

Scott stays silent and doesn’t answer his daughter’s question.

“Mom’s been telling me about your dreams and your self-doubt you’ve been having and my question to you is, why?”

Scott’s ears begin to perk up from his daughter’s statement.


Scott asks and his daughter looks annoyed.

“You heard me, but I’ll say it again for you, why are you having doubts?”

Emma asks and Scott thinks about it for a few moments and just throws up his hands.

“You shouldn’t be having any doubts because no one expected you to be a champion this year much less the world champion. No one expected you to be competing at this pay-per-view much less in the Main Event of it. You proved all the doubters wrong when you won that championship and bullied your way into a match for said title. You shouldn’t have any doubts because you earned that championship and you earned your place on the ICONIC card. Fuck Lee Best. Fuck Jatt Starr. Fuck Mike Best. Fuck Dan Ryan and everyone else who doubted you. All those people who said you’re only good for curtain jerking you silenced them in a single night when your hand was raised in victory instead of Mike’s hand. They can make all the excuses all they want saying Lee was protecting his title match by putting you and Zion against Mike and he should’ve crushed the two of you, but he didn’t, you crushed him. They can claim you didn’t really earn it because you pinned Darin Zion and not Mike. A win is a fucking win no matter how you slice it. Dominic Toretto said it best, “It doesn’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning.” Also, fuck them for acknowledging your hard-fought victory and being a complete fucking hypocrite by claiming they weren’t total focus and their arrogance got the best of them. No, you lost. It’s not arrogance, cockiness, or hubris, it’s you lost. No ifs, ands or buts about it!”

Emma’s words start to bring confidence back in the champion that he thought he had lost.

“You’re right.”

Scott says to his daughter who nods.

“Of course, I’m right, I am my mother’s daughter after all.”

The comment causes Scott to chuckle.

“You’re worrying about nothing. You got this old man.”

Emma reassures her father who nods.

“Now get some sleep.”

Emma orders causing Scott to smirk.

“You too.”

Scott replies and Emma shakes her head no.

“Can’t, I’m too busy thinking of Drew’s chiseled frame and…..”

Scott immediately ends the call and palms his face once again.

“I swear she’s trying to kill me.”

Scott says to himself before closing the laptop and heading back upstairs to try and get some sleep.


As much as talent counts, effort counts twice.

Mike Best and I don’t usually agree on things, but one thing we both agree on is that Jatt, you don’t deserve this opportunity at ICONIC.

Tell me why you deserve it Jatt?

You’re a Hall of Famer?

So am I, but I didn’t receive this opportunity.

You’re a former world champion?

So am I, but I wasn’t even on the card originally.

You’re the number one contender for the world championship?


Dan Ryan is…or was.

You’re high in the standings?

No, you’re not.

You’re actually below me.

How embarrassing is that?

Simon says your face is turning red from embarrassment.

The only reason you’re in this match is because you are leaving HOW and you’re Lee Best’s favorite wrestler.

That’s the only reason you’re in this match.

You want to say I didn’t earn my way into this match, fine. However, there is no one to blame for that, but Lee Best. He thought he would get one last fucking laugh before the end of the year by trying to protect his precious Main Event by booking a title match on the go home show. Sometimes when you dangle a carrot in front of a hungry rabbit the rabbit will jump high enough and take it and I did just that.

I wrecked Lee Best’s plans because you are not worthy of holding the HOW world title. You have talent and you are an all time great, but name recognition doesn’t and shouldn’t allow you to be given something you haven’t earned.


You are arguably the single greatest talent in this company: past, present, or future, but you don’t deserve this match either and are only in it because you are the former champion and your father has granted you a rematch. You have not put in any real effort since you held the ICON championship for the fifth time. You’ll try to say that’s not true, but your actions and words have proven otherwise. I know it, you know it, your father knows it, and the people all around the world knows it.

You’re tired

You’re bored.

You want to be anywhere else, but HOW and being the champion requires you to do all the things you have no interest in doing. You showed flashes of interest when the HOFC championship was brought back, but quickly got bored when the competition dried up and no one wanted to fight you in the octagon. Most people thought the fire returned when you beat your former best friend, Cecilworth Farthington to acquire your nineth title reign, but the fire was quickly extinguished when you set the all-time records for length of reign and defenses in a singular reign.

That’s not what a champion is supposed to be.

You know this better than anyone that to be the best it’s not a switch you can turn on when you feel like it. It’s proving it all the fucking time and lately you haven’t proven much of anything except proving you’re the best at bitching and moaning and your contempt you have for your father in this era of HOW.

The naysayers to my reign don’t sleep.

They are watching my every move.

Dan Ryan.

Jace Parker Davidson.

Jatt Starr.

Mike Best.

Lee Best.

They may be watching this right now.

However, who I am and what has been done to me over the years should not blind anyone from the fact that I am a multiple time world champion and Hall of Famer.

I don’t care who you are.

I don’t care what you’ve done.

I don’t care what you’ve accomplished.

I don’t care if you’re the GOD, Son of God, the Son of Sons, the Hammer, or the fucking Rembrandt.

It doesn’t matter if your father is the one writing the checks or you are a friend of the family.

Because for all the shit that I have been put through I have been honed into a machine of lethal moving parts that you would be wise to avoid if you knew what was good for you.

I will not be intimidated.

I will not back down.

I have seen war and I don’t want war, but if you want to go to war with me then there is one thing, I can promise the both of you, and that’s someone else will raise your son and daughters.

This isn’t a threat; it is a fucking promise.

I am the HOW World champion and I will do what I have to, to remain the champion because you may need this championship, but I want it and you two haven’t put in the effort like I have to keep it.

Enjoy retirement and your severance bonuses because after ICONIC I have to move onto my next opponent.

See you both in Vegas.