- Event: ICONIC 2022
“Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain’t nothing in this world for free
I know I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back
Though you know
I wish I could
Oh, no there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good” —- Cage the Elephant
Those lyrics have never rang so true as they do now. This past weekend my son returned to me after being gone for over two years. Two long years of pain and misery and he finally came home.
In those two years….
- I had lost my son because of arrogance.
- I was also severely injured with a back injury.
- Retired
- Rehired as a HOW official.
- Voted into the Hall of Fame
- Made a tag team wrestler.
- A homeless scavenger that lost everything.
- Fired
- Rehired by HIM as HIS chosen final selection for War Games.
- Currently the Demi-God of HOW and privileged Ambassador of the House of Best.
These two years has been the hardest and greatest of not just my life but of my time in HOW as well. I know what you’re thinking, I must be on something. How can this be my hardest when there was a time I was called the Lonesome Loser and I was losing every match? How can this be my greatest time when I became a two time world champion and I was beating Hall of Famers and legends of HOW?
Simple.
Even through those times when I was the Lonesome Loser and when I finally reached the mountain top and finally became the world champion, but these past two years has been a humbling revelation because I had hit rock bottom and lost everything: my dignity and respect, but most importantly my family and friends. Living off of past accomplishments and not evolving and going through the motions finally trumped me as I was stuck in the past and everyone else was living in the present and I just couldn’t catch up anymore and the more I tried the more I failed.
However, as I said it time and time before the House of Best saved me and I will be forever grateful to Michael Oliver Best and Lee Best because they brought me back when they didn’t have to. They both saw something in me and gave me another opportunity when other promotions would’ve cut me loose. I, for the rest of my life will never question GOD or the MOB because those individuals have had my best interests when everyone else abandoned me.
Location: San Antonio, Texas: Stevens Family Ranch
Date: December 15, 2022
It’s late, very late in the state of Texas, but that doesn’t seem to bother Scott Stevens as he is standing outside of a door of a room in his family’s house in San Antonio. It’s been a long and exhausting week as he has been training, and doing the media rounds for not just one title match, but three championship matches across two promotions in HOW and MVW. On Saturday, the Demi-God of HOW cam strike first before the massive PWA supershow and bring home the Heartland championship not only back to the Stevens Dynasty but also to the House of Best as well. On ICONIC Sunday, he will defend his HOTv Tag championship and try to become a two time LSD champion in a falls count anywhere match.
However, none of that seems to be on his mind at the moment as he leans on the frame of the door and stares into the room and sees one of his pride and joys, Scott Stevens Jr., sound asleep and sprawled out on his bed snoring away. The father has a massive smile on his face as he watches his son sleep and only the sound of footsteps causes Scott Sr. to turn his head.
“Babe, it’s late. What are you doing?”
The familiar voice of Scott’s wife, Lisa, is heard as she comes down the hallway putting on her robe to cover herself up to keep warm on this chilly night.
“What are you doing up?”
She asks as she makes her way over to her husband and Scott just turns his head and focuses his attention back to his son.
“Never realized how much I missed him until I didn’t have him.”
Stevens replies as his wife gently places her head on her husband’s shoulder.
“Well he isn’t going anywhere, right?”
She asks in an almost commanding tone and Scott nods.
“Never again.”
Scott replies as he wraps his arm around Lisa’s waist and pulls her in tight and kisses her on top of her head.
“I made our son a promise and I vow to keep that promise at ICONIC when I make Steve Solex pay for how he treated him.”
Stevens says sternly as he balls up his fist and Lisa feels this and she places her hands on his to calm him down.
“Yes, you will, but that is a few days away and you won’t do him or yourself any good if you’re battling your own fatigue.”
Scott looks at his wife and back at his son and nods his head.
“You’re right.”
Stevens says with a chuckle as Lisa kisses him on the cheek and heads back down the hallway before turning back.
“Once you’re done there, why don’t you try and do what your tag partner does best with every woman he tries to meet and social media.”
Lisa quips and Scott looks confused.
“What does he do best?”
Stevens asks curiously and Lisa smirks.
“Slide into their DMs of course.”
Lisa replies as she disappears into a room before peaking her head out once more.
“I promise I won’t block you.”
She informs Scott in a seductive tone as she slowly reels her head back into the room.
“Yippee-ki-yay.”
Stevens quickly walks down the hallway to the room his wife disappeared into.
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ICONIC.
The biggest pay-per-view of the year and for me it is the biggest I’ve had in a very long time. It’s basically double or nothing for me because I have the opportunity to double my chances at becoming a double champion or I could lose everything. I know I’m in for a long night that night in Chicago as I will be facing a plethora of tough opponents.
Jace Parker Davidson.
Steve Solex.
Joe Bergman.
Jatt Starr.
Three are Hall of Famers, but all are former World champions.
All four men provide a uniqueness to the falls count anywhere match and because of this I have to keep my head on a swivel and aware at all times so I’m not caught sleeping from a sneak attack.
Jatt Starr, the modern day Nature Boy of professional wrestling, is the wild card of this match. Just because he was added to this match on the go-home show doesn’t mean he can’t be stylin’ and profilin’ to a victory. Jatt is one of the greatest in ring performers across all eras and he has proven this time and time again. Especially this era when he had that long reign as tag champion with John Sektor and when he did the impossible and knocked off STRONK Daddy for the LSD championship. The victory may have been short lived but Jatt proved that Father Time can’t stop him as he defeated the powerhouse in a ladder match. the problem with Jatt is, is that he lets his shenanigans get in the way of what he should be really focusing on and that is the LSD championship instead of trying to visit politicians and begging like Keith Sweat to have Joe Bergman arrested instead of beating his ass just like I plan on doing to Steve Solex. Jatt Starr claims to be this A-Tier Hall of Famer but trying to take Joe Bergman out of the LSD championship match makes him look like a fucking coward and only diminishes his status on the E-Tier.
You see Jatt, unlike you I plan on eliminating my problems in our match myself. I’m not begging and calling anyway to have Steve Solex arrested for what he did to my son because I want to handle it myself. I’m not begging HIM to have Jace stripped of the LSD championship or prohibited from the match because he stuck his nose in my business with Christopher America because I’ll handle my issues with him in the match as well. I handle my business like a man and you handle yours like a rat. You claim I’m not worth your time, but every time we faced each other I had my raised in victory. The only time you ever defeated me was when you divine intervention in the form of the SON when he blasted me with his holy knee. It takes a celestial to defeat a Demi-God and you are just a man. Oh, by the way, as an early Christmas present I’ll send you tape on Officiating 101. There was this great official that refereed a 97 minute Iron Man match for the same title we are competing for Sunday. I’m sure you can learn great things from him and remember to rewind it before you return it because I know you don’t want to be sharing a jail cell with Joe Bergman for not rewinding your video cassettes.
They say actions speak louder than words and the “Man of the People” has been showing his true colors as of late, haven’t you Joe? You allowed your tag partner to verbally and physically abuse my son and for that you have an ass whooping coming your way as well. You told me a long time ago not to dwell in the past, but to look towards the future and it seems as of late that you are more concerned with the past. It’s great that you want to remind us, especially Jace, that you are a former two time world champion in HOW.
However, that was over THREE years ago.
Point – Stevens.
You allude that you were this great champion for seventy-one days, but you lost the world title on each of your first defenses. Not a great championship reign.
Two points – Stevens.
However, since you want to say you had more chances at the world title than Jace this era is great and all, but the truth is I’ve had more opportunities at the world title than anyone in our match in the Refueled era and even though I didn’t win it I was still competing for it and that says a lot more than what you’ve been doing as of late Mr. Freebird riding tag team champion.
Three points – Stevens.
Scoreboard.
Lately the only thing Joe Bergman has been promoting is himself and his false values. You preach the honor system and then you jump me from behind like the fucking coward you are. Forget the fact that I had a World championship match against Christopher America. Forget that Jace tried to interject his dumbass into the match. You threw your Boy Scout morals out the window when you jumped me and started to choke me out because you assume I’m associated with America and Jace. Bergman, how fucking dumb are you? It wasn’t me who attacked you and left you in a heap of your own blood because if I had been there you wouldn’t be here and that’s the truth. When I plan on putting someone on the injured list it’s for years just ask Jace and his neck. I feel like a broken record when I keep saying I’m not associated with them because Gods don’t sit on Boards or Alliances because we run them. You can make all your Star Trek comparisons and analogies all you want but HE doesn’t have to say a fucking word to acknowledge me publicly because if you’ve seen what has happened over the last few months HE already has. I am the right hand of GOD and I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger at ICONIC when I rid HOW of two members of the Highwaymen once and for all. Have faith in whatever god you believe in Bergman because I have faith in mine and HE has faith in me.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace.
My pain in the ass and tag team partner.
What am I going to do with you?
I promised we would work together to make sure the Highwaymen don’t walk away with either our tag titles or your LSD championship. However, if the opportunity rises I am pinning or submitting Steve Solex or Joe Bergman to capture the championship. I don’t care if I am in another part of the Best Arena because you are on your own pal until it’s time for the tag match since I’ll just slow you down and be in the way. I mean you are the reason I am a champion in HOW once again and I should be begging you not to take my title away. Jace, you may have gotten the pinfall in the match, but you didn’t do all the work in the tag match, but you’ll be doing all the work to protect that LSD championship. You have three guys wanting to kill you. I would be the fourth but I have someone I have to kill first and I don’t have to pin you to win so it’s a win-win for me. Vaya con dios, mi amigo because you are going to need to keep your grip on that LSD championship.
According to Steve fucking Solex I am nothing more than genital wart of his life.
Cute.
He also shares the same philosophy as Jatt Starr that I’m a waste of his fucking time.
Sure.
Well, you better make time for me because I’m coming straight for you.
I have respect that you were in the military and you defended our freedoms overseas, but I don’t have any respect for people who verbally and physically abuses women and children especially my children! I also have no respect for people who try and make excuses for their actions. You are the reason why your children hate you Steve. You are the reason both of your wives divorced you. You are the reason why you have shit the bed in your HOW career. You claim you beat me all the time, but wasn’t it I victorious holding a championship high in the air on our last encounter? Don’t blame Constance for the title loss to Jace and I because at ICONIC I’m going to be a constant reminder why you don’t fuck with the Stevens Dynasty when I make it my personal mission to make sure you don’t become LSD and, or tag champion.
You’ll want to forget and not say my name but you’ll have no choice because you’ll be cursing the heavens when I’m the reason you failed once more. You see, as great as it is to be a double champion on a professional level it is all about keeping my promise to my son and beating the ever loving shit out of you in both of our matches that night. If making sure Steve Solex doesn’t taste HOW gold that night or ever again is ok with me as I’ve kept my promise as not only a man, but as a father as well. Something you know nothing about. Enjoy living off of the scraps of the more talented individuals in the Highwaymen because after ICONIC the Highwaymen will be no more as the House of Best will make sure of that. Maybe you can hold a telethon or a Go-Fund Me to adopt a Highwaymen, but what would be the point because at the end of the day you’re just another McKenna Blue faction that has failed in their goals. Failure may be awarded in PRIME but it doesn’t fly in the Golden Circle.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the HOly FC. Praise be to the House of Best. Praise be to Lee mother fucking Best.