Location: Somewhere in Arizona
Date: Unknown: Time: Unknown
As the image comes we see the sun shining brightly in a clear blue sky and there is a breeze in the air as sand and dust is seen as the wind picks up…..is that a tumbleweed? As cliché as it sounds yes it was. We are in Arizona, but not Tombstone where the Dead or Alive pay-per-view is taking place, but somewhere off in the far, far distance. As the heat and humidity beatdown anyone who is outside in the far off distance we see a dilapidated church made of stone and wood. As we get closer to the building, we see that it has been abandoned for years if not multiple decades as the windows are boarded shut, the stone cross at the top has fallen forward, and the door is closing and shutting with the wind.
As we approach the inside of the church we see pews in varies states of array: some are fully erect, others are barely sturdy, while the others have completely imploded onto themselves. As we walk down the aisle we see the Demi-God of HOW in the distance leaning against a wooden wall talking to someone off in the distance. As we get closer to the Texan we see trail of red liquid and it leads up the steps where Stevens is standing and it’s coming down his body as the Hall of Famer comes into full view from the bottom down: black cowboy boots with 97 Red stitching in the design of a phoenix on the left boot and a scorpion on the right boot. Dirty and tattered blue jeans. Left hand wrapped in a blood soaked bandage courtesy of the attack by Scottywood. A shirtless torso with dry and dripping blood. Stevens’ signature 97 Red circular shades with blood dripping from them courtesy of his newest accessory; a crown of barbed wire placed upon his brow.
The devilish smile never waivers off of the Pope of the House of Best’s face as he continues to talk…..
Stevens says softly before shouting.
The words echo throughout the church, but there is no Scott Woodson in sight.
“I told you Scotty, you making me bleed is nothing to what I’m going to do to you very soon when I beat the hell out of you in the streets of Tombstone. If you think the Cowboys were shaking in their boots by the arrival of Doc Holiday and the Earps before the shootout at the O.K. Corral the stench coming from you will be smelt miles away as you’ve just soiled yourself at the mere sight of knowing what is about to happen. HAHA!”
Stevens cackles and as he does blood continues to pour and shake to the ground like water dripping off of a bush that is being shaken.
“I bleed 97 Red Scotty. I know you only have half a brain, but you already know this. I have ALWAYS bleed 97 Red and I will CONTINUE to bleed 97 Red because those chosen by GOD will NEVER bleed anything else.”
Stevens shakes his head no and the mere movements cause the barbs in the wire to tear more into the forehead of Stevens.
“What I am doing here and now is showing my FAITH and DEDICATION to all that is 97 Red. I am proving that my sacrifice is for the betterment because I will fully focus to make you atone and cleanse you of your NGW Green blood and your McKenna blue family…..”
Stevens words begin to slur as his eyes roll back and it looks as if he is going to pass out when suddenly he snaps to.
He shouts aloud.
“You will not tempt me devil! YOU HEAR ME KOSTOFF?!?!?!?”
The echoing sounds like thunder in the daylight.
“I AM A BESTIAN! I SERVE OUR GOD ALMIGHTY, LEE BEST! I WILL DEFEAT YOUR ANTI-CHRIST! YOU HEAR ME KOSTOFF?!?!?!?!?”
Stevens shouts but no one is there and Stevens looks beaten, bruised, fatigued and literally drained, but does everything in his power to maintain his coherence.
“I mustn’t pass out. GOD….. is counting …..on me to eviscerate…..the scourge Scottywood.”
Stevens struggles to get the words out when he leans forward.
“In the name of the Father, Lee Best. The Son, Mike Best, and the HOly FC of HOW, Michael DeNucci. Give me the strength. Praised be.”
Stevens finishes his prayer to what looks like a painting with Lee, Mike, DeNucci, Tyler, a Bottomline pen, Besty, the H.O.G, and Stevens himself in a mural of some sorts placed in front of him.
Was this who he was talking to?
Stevens looks at the center of the painting which is GOD’s blood shot eyes.
“Thank you GOD. I know what I have to do to persevere and push through.”
Stevens steadies himself before launching himself backwards and the center of his hands are pierced by two sharp pieces of metal.
Stevens shouts as the image shows the Texan being crucified.
“EVEN CRUCIFYING ME WON’T STOP ME FROM CLEANSING HOW OF YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL! HAHA!”
Stevens cackles before raising his hands up and bring them back down onto the spikes.
“CRY HAVOC AND LET SLIP THE DOG OF WAR!”
Stevens bellows as he continues to raise and drop his hands onto the metal spikes over and over as the scene fades.
They say GOD works in mysterious ways and I truly didn’t know this until earlier this year when I heard him calling.
This August at the Dead or Alive pay-per-view marks my ten year anniversary within High Octane Wrestling and the parallel of that is that GOD is celebrating his twentieth anniversary since he gave the professional wrestling industry life. However, I know what you are thinking and that it’s just coincidence that our anniversaries are aligned, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
In the Book of Best, there is a passage in the Book of Revelations where the Earth will be scorched to cinders as two GODs on their celestial anniversaries do battle with their greatest nemesis.
Lee Best = 20 years.
Scott Stevens = 10 years.
Lee Best vs Chris Kostoff.
Scott Stevens vs Scottywood.
The GOD of HOW takes on the Devil of HOW.
The Demi-GOD of HOW takes on the Anti-Christ of HOW.
Chris Kostoff vows to destroy the thing GOD created while Scottywood vows to spread HATE while I preach the gospel of 97 Red. However, our feuds go beyond more than just anniversary coincidence, self-given titles, or even final matches. Our parallels are one in a billionth of a chance and we are seeing it unfold right before our eyes at Dead or Alive.
Scottywood and I are the new generation of Kostoff vs Lee Best.
I know that may be blasphemous to say, but it is the truth. There is no more level of disdain and hatred for another person that rivals Lee Best and Chris Kostoff than Scottywood and myself. We have done everything to each other and each other’s families to destroy the other one. Hell, we’ve even put our differences aside for greed and glory. When I first came into HOW I thought my greatest rival was Mike Best because of the crossover with LPW, but that isn’t the case. GOD has had many feuds throughout the many eras of HOW, but it always comes back to one person; Kostoff. The same can be said with Scotty in relation to myself.
For twenty years, Kostoff has terrorized our GOD by powerbombing him off of a air craft carrier. He’s left him for dead by throwing him in hole of cement. He put the Son in a coma when he planted him through the floor of the Roman Coliseum. He continues to try and kill our GOD by throwing him off of balconies and dressing up as EPU members like a coward. All of these adversities and a cancer ridden GOD has survived by walking on water, giving his Son the strength to return to the living on the third day. He rose from the concrete ashes like a golden phoenix and stabbed the Devil straight in the eye while he fucked his wife.
For ten years, Scotty and I have literally broken bones, spilt blood, and left our sweat and tears in that ring every time we faced one another because we wanted to destroy one another. My first encounter with the Antichrist of HOW was back in November of 2012 when I defeated Scotty for my first ever championship in HOW, the ICON championship. That victory was the catalyst of things to come as Scotty would sneak at me all the way up to ICONIC with his signature barbed wire hockey stick. However, we would not touch each other for another ten months since we decided to put our destructive ways towards each other aside as we formed an unholy alliance to try and win War Games just like Kostoff in the Best Alliance. After our fallout at War Games it move full steam ahead towards Rumble at the Rock.
By the end of the year I was the LSD champion and Scotty defeated me for the title in a New York street fight. In 2014 the two of us literally tried to kill one another because that’s how much we hated one another. I slit his throat and writs with razor wire while he injected a full syringe of black tar heroin straight into my heart. However, as much as we were supposed to end it once and for all at War Games he gets suspended; prolonging the inevitable. A year later, Scotty and I meet inside War Games, but my revenge doesn’t come to fruition as Scottywood mainly avoided me and after it disappears until he returns later in the year for the LBI and defeats me for the world title. I got the last laugh at War Games when my team personally ganged up on him and eliminated him.
With HOW closing a short while after I thought I had gotten my revenge against my nemesis by preventing the one thing he loves more than an IPA, and that’s being HOW world champion. However, when the Refueled Era kicked into high gear, Scotty had to weasel his way back in for one last run and he targeted me to settle things once and for all. I declined with nothing to prove so he attacked my father and kidnapped my wife and threatened her harm and I accepted the challenge by kidnapping and beating Frankie the Camera Man within an inch of his life. I thought I had put the nail in the coffin when I defeated him in his own match in his own arena on his own island. But, like the cockroach that he is, he didn’t stay retired. The weird thing is we haven’t had contact with one another for close to three years.
That all changes within the coming days at Dead or Alive in the infamous town of Tombstone, Arizona. Scotty and I are going to paint the town red when I do whatever sadistic and awful thing I can think of as I have the freedom to do whatever I want in the streets of Tombstone. I can take Scotty to the saloon, have a quick drink before smashing the bottle over his head and then try and peel his face off with the remnants. Or, I can pour liquor all over him and light him on fire so he can give the new meaning to burning man. I can take him to the hanging tree and let him breathe his last breath as the air slowly leaves his body as the rope strangles him. Maybe I can take him to a horse trough and drown him in the water. Hmmmmmm, maybe I can take him to the chapel and crucify him once more.
There is so much to choose from to help me Baptize him in his own blood before I retire him permanently.
Praised be Lee Best.
Praised be the House of Best.