THE BEST OPENING
#16 JOSH CONWAY VS. #16 XANDER AZULA
After the special video opening, we go live on the HOTv network as we cut inside the NEARLY sold out Mabee Center here in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Joe Hoffman: Hello everyone and welcome to High Octane Wrestling’s CHAOS FOUR!
The near sellout crowd are all on their feet after the Chaos opening video finishes playing. The camera pans around the audience to see the various signs that are waving around throughout the building
Joe Hoffman: I’m Joe Hoffman and welcome to the first HOW show under the umbrella of the Phoenix Wrestling Alliance. We are live from The Mabee Center here in Tulsa, Oklahoma as HOW heads west on the way to next month’s pay per view show in Tombstone, Arizona- Dead or Alive. Tonight, we’ve got four big matches for you. Scott Stevens faces Steve Harrison. We’ve got a very interesting Tornado tag match featuring three men from the Board… Jace Parker Davidson, Stronk Godson, Tyler Best… and Simon Sparrow. Clay Byrd will defend the HOTv title in our main event tonight against HOW Hall of Famer Chris Kostoff. But first, let’s go to the ring and Hall of Fame ring announcer Bryan McVay.
The camera cuts to the middle of the ring where ring announcer Bryan McVay stands with his microphone in hand.
Bryan McVay: Our opening match this evening is scheduled for one fall!
The sound of “PLOWED” by Sponge begins to blast throughout the arena. The crowd stands on their feet as HOW Newcomer “The Northstar Kid” Josh Conway makes his way out on stage. The crowd cheers wildly for the new man on the roster as he soaks in the ovation with a huge smile on his face.
Bryan McVay: From Brooklyn Park, Minnesota. Weighing in at 225lbs. He is “The Northstar Kid” JOSHHHHH CONWAYYYYY!!!
Conway nods his head approvingly then makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Conway slaps hands with the fans as he makes his journey to ringside. He makes his way up the steel ring steps and walks along the ring apron.
Joe Hoffman: Josh Conway debuted two weeks ago on Chaos Two and lost a tough match against a revitalized Brian Hollywood.
Conway wipes his boots on the apron then steps though the ropes and enters the ring. Conway makes his way over to a corner and climbs up the turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: Tonight, we’ll see if Conway fares better against this man.
The whistling intro of “Engel” plays over the PA system, setting the crowd off in a chorus of boos as Xander Azula and his Eternal Circle disciples step out onto the stage.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California. Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds and accompanied to the ring by The Eternal Circle.
Azula surveys the crowd with a gleeful grin. The crowd show their disdain for Xander and his crew, who simply laugh at the ignorance they see as they head toward the ring.
Bryan McVay: XANDER! A-ZUUUUUUUUUU-LA!
Xander directs his disciples to circle around the ring, and they all hop onto the apron with wicked smiles on their faces.
Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula is coming off a HOFC win over Scott Stevens two weeks ago at Chaos Two. Tonight, he steps back into the regular wrestling realm following what was reportedly a… very tough… week of training at Joe Bergman’s Barn.
The Eternal Circle enter the ring and pass by Conway in a transparent attempt to intimidate Xander’s opponent.
Joe Hoffman: At 48 years old, Josh Conway has been around the block a few times. This isn’t his first rodeo and Azula’s Eternal Circle followers aren’t going to succeed in psyching him out.
Xander then directs his crew to leave the ring and goes to his corner to get warmed up.
Referee Joel Hortega does the perfunctory pre-match check of both wrestlers. Once satisfied, he gestures to the timekeeper’s table and this match gets underway.
Conway walks forward out of the corner. Azula races across the ring… *WHAM*
Joe Hoffman: BULLHAMMER!
Conway finds himself looking up at the lights after taking a high elbow strike to the head.
Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula came out… grabbed Conway by the arm… pulling him closer and delivered a high elbow strike to the head. Conway was NOT expecting THAT. Azula for the quick pinfall.
DOS- Conway kicks out.
Azula whips Conway across the ring. He tries to latch on to the arm again for another Bullhammer… Conway evades and runs the ropes. Azula turns and waits… clothesline by Conway… Azula dips under… Conway runs off the ropes again. Drop Toehold by Azula takes Conway down. Xander to the top rope. He jumps and drives his knee into Conway’s midsection.
Joe Hoffman: Azula looking really sharp here tonight and Conway’s not dealing with it very well.
Xander hooks the leg.
DOS… Conway again kicks out.
Xander drags Conway up to choke him on the ropes!
Joe Hoffman: Joel Hortega’s not having the blatant choke there.
Hortega counts. Xander lets off at 4.
Joe Hoffman: But this is a more aggressive Xander Azula here tonight. Perhaps the intense training session he had with Dawn McGill early in the week paid off for him.
Azula stands Conway up.
Chop to Conway’s chest.
Another chop and Conway’s chest is turning a little pink…
…check that, very pink.
Joe Hoffman: Azula delivering the chops and Conway falls back to the ropes.
Xander follows and fetches Conway.
Joe Hoffman: Another chop by Azula and that one took Conway off his vertical base.
Holding his chest, Conway falls back into the ropes. Azula follows… snap suplex takes Conway down again. Azula hooks the legs…
DOS- Conway kicks out.
Running on instinct, Conway manages to slip through the ropes and flops out of the ring before Azula can follow up.
Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula has been all over Josh Conway so far. Conway does the smart thing here to gather himself.
Fans fire up with Conway while Azula waits impatiently for him to return to the ring
Conway paces back and forth for a few seconds until Hortega starts a ten count on him.
Joe Hoffman: Azula now gesturing to Conway to get back into the ring.
The Northstar Kid waits until five before climbing back in.
Joe Hoffman: Conway back in. Can he find a way to turn things around?
Azula again rushes in and whips Conway to the ropes. Conway holds the ropes… Azula runs in… Conway greets him with an elbow. Right hand by Conway… and another… Azula backs up. Conway forward… FLYING FOREARM SMASH sends Azula to the ropes. Conway right there… RUNNING BULLDOG. Conway covers.
D- Azula kicks out.
Joe Hoffman: Azula with a strong kickout there. Conway’s now going up top!
Conway on the top turnbuckle. He settles. He flies. He…
Joe Hoffman: BULLHAMMER BY AZULA!
…meets the high elbow of Azula in mid-flight… flips in the air… and crash lands on the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Xander Azula saw Conway coming off the top and just nailed him with a high elbow strike to the head.
Azula pulls Conway up. He spins around…
Joe Hoffman: FIST OF ERIS!
Conway’s head snaps back at impact and he falls backwards to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: …and THAT should do it!
Xander scrambles over for the pinfall…
Joe Hoffman: That’s it!
Bryan McVay: Your winner at five minutes and forty-six seconds… XANNN-DER. A-ZUUUUUUU-LA!
Hortega raises Xander’s arm in victory while Conway rolls out of the ring and slowly makes his way to the back.
Joe Hoffman: All right, Xander Azula with a decisive win here tonight over Josh Conway to kick off Chaos Four. One match down. We’ve got more action for you coming up right after this.
We cut away to elsewhere in the arena where we see the Senior Advisor to GOD himself, the Demi-God of HOW, Scott Stevens standing behind what appears to be a wooden pulpit.
Scott Stevens: Thank you. Thank you all for coming. Tonight is a night of reflection and redemption.
Stevens’ grin slowly grows bigger as he grips the side of the pulpit.
Scott Stevens: Tonight, we will reflect on all the evils have done to your GOD by that coward of a man Kostoff…..
The crowd cheers and begin to chant the monster’s name.
Scott Stevens: Fuck that pussy.
The crowd boos loudly.
Scott Stevens: The Highwaymen.
There is a mixed reaction but mostly cheers.
Scott Stevens: You heathens will cheer anything that doesn’t bleed 97 Red.
Stevens shakes his head.
Scott Stevens: They’ll implode at Dead or Alive anyway and back to their real jobs of selling milk, Main Eventing in PRIME, selling concessions in MVW, and captaining the 97 Red Army.
Stevens cackles a bit in excitement.
Scott Stevens: HAHA! THAT’S RIGHT!
Stevens shouts as he pounds on the pulpit.
Scott Stevens: That bitch Kostoff and Byrd brain will beat the ever living shit out of each other and GOD wins.
Scott Stevens: I take out that hypocrite Steve Harrison in just a sample of what I am going to do to Scottywood at Dead or Alive.
Stevens leans forward.
Scott Stevens: Tonight, I’m going to leave Harrison alive in defeat, but at the pay-per-view Scott Woodson will be left dead!
Stevens laughs some more.
Scott Stevens: Tonight is a splendous occasion of GOD working in mysterious ways and making sure his non-believers feel his wrath here tonight in Tulsa.
The crowd cheers at the mention of the city.
Scott Stevens: More importantly I want to thank everyone that showed up this past Tuesday and did their part to help make sure our GOD is properly taken care of and makes it to Dead or Alive to slay the pussy known as Chris Kostoff. Thank you.
Stevens raises his hand and taps his chest by his heart and mouths thank you before exiting as we see the donate to Lee Best ad once again before pivoting elsewhere.
MY NAME IS..
The scene cuts backstage to the microphone wielding HOW interviewer and former(?) drug addict, Brian Bare. Next to him stands SIMON SPARROW, who is decked out in Old West fashion circa late nineteenth century. The LSD Championship rests over his shoulder.
Brian Bare: First of all, congratulations—-
The HOW Hall of Famer throws up his hand.
Simon Sparrow: Whoa! Hold up there, hombre. Before you’n go any further, I would like to make it clear that you are not, under any circumstances, whether you fear your job or not, to refer to me as Jatt Starr. Are we clear?
Brian Bare: Yes.
Simon Sparrow: Then carry on, buckaroo!
Brain Bare: Congratulations on winning the LSD Championship, your Jattlantic City Idolship. As the Ruler of Jattlantis—-
Simon Sparrow: Stop!
Brian Bare: You said not to call you “Jatt Starr”—-
Simon Sparrow: You are not to refer to me as….Jatt Starr, the Ruler of Jattlantis, the Jattlantic City Idol, the Hero of Jattlanta, the Sovereign of Starrgentina, the Duke of Jattandu, the Earl of GlouStarr, the Marquis of MadagaStarr, the Baron of Boca Jatton, the Starrcelona Icon, the Champion of Jattanooga, the Thane of Starrkarth, the Sheriff of Jattingham, the Jattvian Prince, the Starrlite Sexpress, the Jatti Master, the Starrabian Knight, the Mayor of ManJattan, or the Sultan of SeaJattle…..I think that might cover it.
Brian Bare: Um, okay, “Attjay Arrstay”—-
Simon Sparrow: No pig latin! You may refer to me as Simon Sparrow or the Rembrandt of Wrestling.
Brain Bare: Jatt Starr, I am contractually required to call you “Jatt Starr” or use Ruler of Jattlantis or, Jatt Starr, use any one of the nicknames coined by you, Jatt Starr, at least twelve times, Jatt Starr. Plus, Jatt Starr, I get one hundred dollars, Jatt Starr, for each time I call you Jatt Starr, Jatt Starr, or one of your nicknames, such as the Thane of Starrkarth or the Monarch of MancheStarr. You understand, Jatt Starr, don’t you, Jatt Starr?
The Rembrandt of Wrestling starts to get irritable and begins clutching the LSD Championship.
Simon Sparrow: I hate you.
Brian Bare: You, Jatt Starr, are not the first to hate me. But, Jatt Starr, congratulations on winning the LSD Championship being named the new LSD Champion, Jatt Starr.
Simon Sparrow: Simon Sparrow. And thank you, Brian. I, Simon Sparrow, your new LSD Champion, went eye to eye, face to face with the biggest, baddest, thickest bandit in the HOW. The Board and that pimping, crotchety old manure eater, Lee Best, they thought Stronk would make short work of this old Gunslinger and I proved’em wrong. When my hand was a-raised and I was declared the LSD champion, one of the best nights of my life, the world was a little better — Children were a-laughin’, college grads were a-partyin’, newlyweds and unmarried partners were a-fornicatin’, in fact, in nine months, I expect “Simon” or “Simone” to be the A-number one name for newborn babies!
Brian Bare: Moving on, Jatt Starr, tonight you partner with your opponent at “Dead of Alive”, Tyler Best, to take on Stronk and Jace Parker Davidson. Now, Jatt Starr, what is going through the head of Jatt Starr going into this match, Jatt Starr?
Simon Sparrow: I, SIMON SPARROW, think this so-called match is a bunch of poppycock. This is gonna be an ambush. A full on assault. A three-on-one showdown. People didn’t think I had a shot against Stronk but if I can defeat the most dominant vermint in the HOW for four months a-runnin’, then don’t count this Old Gunslinger out. And if Tyler Best thinks he’s gonna get all psycho tantrumy in there, well, he better get prepared to get an old fashioned knock down, drag out dustup with the LSD Champ, SIMON FREAKING SPARROW and, believe you me, I won’t wait til “Dead or Alive”, I will beat the ever livin’ daylights outta that snotnosed little prairie dog turd!
Brian Bare opens his mouth to say something but the LSD Champion looks at the interviewer and grits his teeth.
Simon Sparrow: And I think I’ve humored you enough. I swear, Brian, I swear, if-if-if you call me “Jatt Starr” one more—one more fucking time, I will punch you in your malfunctioning dick. Got it?
Brian Bare, knowing he is prohibited from calling Simon Sparrow anything other than Jatt Starr related names, just nods.
Simon Sparrow: Thank you.
Brian Bare: Ja—
The Rembrandt of Wrestling shoots daggers with his eyes at the interviewer.
Brian Bare: –zz Hands…the Wabid Wabbit, your associate for a year did not accompany you tonight. Rumor has it, he has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital for care. Can you comment on that, J.S.?
Simon Sparrow: Fuck you. That’s my comment.
The LSD Champ makes a fist and looks to hit Brian Bare, but instead, before the interviewer can say another word, Simon Sparrow walks off (probably to prevent Brian Bare from pocketing another hundred bucks), LSD Championship in hand, to prepare for a most nefarious of set ups – the so-called tag team match later in the evening as we hit our first commercial break.
Back from the commercial break we see the Queen of Epicness Bobbinette Carey. She’s got on a pink cami top with a black blazer skirt set with matching ballet flats. She’s pacing back and forth outside a locker room. She seems nervous as she pauses and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The door swings open to reveal Shelley Greene. He looks at Carey with contempt, literally staring down his nose at her.
His voice is stern—he has no time for bullshit.
Bobbinette: I just wanted to talk to Mr. Godson and say thank you.
She takes a deep breath tucking her hair out of her face.
Bobbinette: I know he could have hit me with the chair last week. But he didn’t, he’s a good guy. I see that and I appreciate that kindness.
Taking out a tobacco-flavored, nicotine-infused sucker from the breast pocket of his felt blazer and popping it in his mouth, he mockingly checks over his right shoulder, then over his left. Purses his lips. Scrunches his face.
Greene: Gee whiz, ain’t that somethin’. Sure, let me go run and tell the big man how super-dee-duper happy you are that he didn’t deservedly brain your stupid ass last week. Let me reinforce bad habits. Gonna get right on that, Robernette!
Shelley rolls his eyes, smirking dismissively, while slowly closing the door, creating separation between he and the HOW Hall Of Famer. He continues to stare at her behind the half-closed door.
Her jaw drops as she takes a step back, her face attempting not to be as offended.
Bobbinette: Wait what? No, I meant that..
She takes a deep breath regaining composure.
Bobbinette: Clearly there is a misunderstanding. I was here to talk to Mr. Godson. And the name to you is Queen of Epicness Bobbinette Carey. Hall of Famer, but you know that.
Her attitude is trying not to flair.
Bobbinette: He did something good, it isn’t bad behavior to have a conscience and not want to hurt someone unjustly.
Shelley obnoxiously swishes the sucker around his mouth in the least seductive way possible. He sighs, taking it out of his mouth, then gesturing with it at Carey, no doubt flecking her with his saliva in the process.
Greene: Robernette, that is how… you… view the situation. But let me let you in on a little secret: your comprehension of reality is, uhh, tenuous at best. At best! You are the villain in this story, what don’t you get about that? You, Robernette, are the jezzebelle that likes to stir shit up unnecessarily and send mixed signals to the King Stallion, fucking with his head while he’s trying to stay focused on the important shit in life: winning and accumulating a fuckton of money! So, no, I wouldn’t call it ‘having a conscience,’ I’d call it being a pussy-whipped imbecile.
He bites down on the sucker, chewing the nicotine-laced candy longer than he needs to before swallowing, fully savoring that instant-release nicotine rush for as long as he can.
Greene: Thankfully, Stronk Daddy’s trainable. We’ll train that behavior right out of him. Like a dog.
Bobbinette balls her fist as her cheeks turn red with anger.
Bobbinette: You narrow minded… He is not a do-…
She pauses trying to not let her rage become visible. Her nails dig into her fist as she clutches her hands tightly.
Bobbinette: I am trying to be a better person, but be aware I would knock your teeth out of your mouth under normal circumstances. You’re a trash human-
Bobbinette pauses as she feels a random arm wrap around her shoulders. Her head snaps to see who it is and she immediately pulls away and takes a fighting stance as Jace Parker Davidson stands there with a smile on his face.
JPD: Well now, it seems like someone didn’t learn their lesson from last week. Always so aggressive Carey, I’d tell you to chill out and eat a cookie but…
Jace looks Carey up and down then gestures to her midsection with his thumb.
JPD: I think you’ve tried doing that WAYYYYY too many times already. But I get it, I’d be ready to kill someone too if I spent the same amount of time as you did around Scottywood.
Jace slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans and turns to look over at Shelley.
JPD: Is she giving you problems?
Greene: Oh yeah, Jacey, she called me hurtful things. Completely out-of-pocket. I just told her STRONK was having his third dinner, and she got all ornery and shit.
She scoffs, deciding to keep her focus on her opponent from last week while rolling her eyes.
Bobbinette: You got lucky last week was all. Your body dysmorphia issues are showing Jace. Don’t try to project your issues onto me cause you’re fat phobic.
She keeps her fists up.
Bobbinette: Of course I am the problem. You toxic douches.
Shelley does the Scott Hall spooky hands, ready to duck out of sight if she chooses to retaliate with a straight right.
Greene: Toxic like Brittney, bitch. You’ll do fookin’ nothin’.
Shelley flinches without provocation. Carey hasn’t moved a muscle; she just stands there staring a hole through his smarmy face.
Greene: Hands off. I sue.
JPD: Of course the gold digger wants to come around and cause more drama because she needs another person to leech off of now that she’s not attached at the hip to an alcoholic.
Jace walks over and stands in front of Shelley like a shield to protect him from Carey.
JPD: Listen Robert, you’ve already messed with STRONK’s head enough. It’s because of you that he wasn’t focused heading into his match last week and lost the LSD Championship to Jatt fuckin’ Starr of all people. The big man and I have a match tonight and I don’t need him thinking more about “Shark Week” than he is crushing the shell formerly known as Jatt. You wanna have a new bitch? Buy a Chihuahua. You wanna get laid? Buy some goddamn batteries. Whatever it is, STRONK is not interested so you, your Royal Fraudness are dismissed.
Jace waves his hand dismissively at Carey with a slight smirk on his face.
…And then Conor Fuse walks into the picture. Sporting SNES Castlevania tights, Fuse stands behind Carey with a hybrid V for Vendetta/Casey Jones mask over his face. JPD looks The Ultimate Gamer over and laughs sarcastically.
JPD: Nice. I guess the White Knight managed to find the Princess. We’re in trouble now!
JPD continues to laugh as Bobbinette looks over her shoulder seeing her BFF and nods.
Bobbinette: You’re right this is a waste of time.
The BFF squad walks away as the camera fades out on JPD and Shelley.
#19 SCOTT STEVENS VS. #2 STEVE HARRISON
We cut over to Joe as it is time for our next match of the evening….
Joe Hoffman: We are ready for match two of the night as Steven Harrison is set on take on Scott Stevens. The latter of I have been sent some very unflattering notes I’ve been threatened to include into this match. So… to not risk my family safely, I will make that acknowledgement and continue on tonight.
“Take the Money and Run,” By The Steve Miller Man starts to play and the curtain flies open. Steve Harrison walks out with his arms in the air, a smirk across his face. He begins walking towards the rings and begins waving at that crowd who return his waves with boos and indifference.
Bryan McVay: The following match is set for ONE FALL.. making his way to the ring first, from Fairfax, Virginia and weighing in at 245 pounds… STEVE HARRISON!!!
The smirk begins to fade after hearing the response so the Miracle Man begins jawing back at some of the audience and pointing to himself yelling over and over “ME, ME, ME!.” Steve walks faster to the ring as his smirk now a scowl, he enters the rings and leans against one of the turnbuckles and begins talking to himself, his face becoming red in anger.
Joe Hoffman: Harrison looking for a big win here against one of HOW’s newest Hall of Famers… the man who answered the call of GOD at War Games…
The lights in the arena go black as a synthesized hymn begins to play as the High Octane Vision comes to life. The hymn continues as the screen begins to show the Best Arena transformed into a style of a church and the screen slowly flashes the words…..
as Lee Best’s infamous blood shot eyes hover above the top. The lights in the arena begin to come on in a shade of 97 Red as smoke and fog begin to fill the stage area as well. The sound of glass breaking is heard as the screen shows a crack over the mural of the Best Arena and Lee Best’s eyes as “O Fortuna Excalibur Remix” by Apotheosis begins. Lights above the ring shine down to create a 97 Red WWLBD. The stage flashes with alternating red and white lights as Scott Stevens makes his way out onto the stage.
Bryan McVay: Introducing! From The Great State of Texas, he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens’ 97 Red circular sunglasses glisten in the light and his devilish grin plasters his face. Scott drinks in his own hype as he lifts his right arm and points to the heavens before he begins to slowly walk toward the ring. As he does so he sticks as close to the center of the ramp as possible to avoid being touched by the heathens that line the barricade. Scott climbs up onto the mat before he wipes his feet off on the edge of the ring, his smile never leaving his face. Moving towards the center of the ring, Scott bathed in the red lettering, lowers the hood of his jacket and lifts his arm high into the air as he is bathed in the sinister glow of 97 Red. The music dies as the house lights return signaling Scott to his corner to prepare for his match.
Joe Hoffman: Per a text I’ve been sent…Scott Stevens is certainly a Demi in HOW. He’s half piece of shit… half Texan… so sorry, that’s just a full piece of shit.
Boettcher calls for the bell as the match gets underway and Stevens and Harrison lock up pushing each other back and forth in the middle of the ring before trying to exchange a few punches that are blocked before Harrison boots Stevens in the gut and irish whips him into the ropes. Harrison goes for a clothesline, but Stevens ducks it and hit the ropes again as he comes back for a shoulder tackle but Harrison throws out a dropkick to the shins and takes Stevens down to the mat.
Stevens pops right back up, but into a clothesline from Harrison. Stevens again tries to get back to his feet but Harrison goes for the crossface chickenwing… but Stevens quickly launches some elbows back into the head of Harrison. He turns around to boot Harrison in the gut and nails a quick DDT onto Harrison.
Joe Hoffman: Per a text… that is one weak ass DDT.
Stevens gets up and drills a knee into the back of Harrison, he drives a second as he then pulls Harrison to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry, he swings Harrison in front of him and goes for another DDT, but Harrison lands on his feet and delivers a belly to belly suplex.
Joe Hoffman: Did Stevens just try to hit Scottywood’s Game Misconduct… and per a text I just got… yes he did, and he sucked at that too.
Harrison pulls Stevens up to his feet and lifts him up into a vertical suplex and holds him there for a moment, showing off his strength before planting him with a brainbuster and goes for the first cover of the night.
Stevens throws his shoulder up as Harrison gets back up to his feet and backs into the corner as he watches Stevens pull himself up. Harrison charges at Stevens for a clothesline but Stevens spears him down to the mat and starts hammering away at Harrison with rights. Harrison throws Strevens off him and rolls up to his feet, but Stevens beats him and connects with a high knee to the face.
Joe Hoffman: Per a text… that’s the fastest I’ve seen Stevens more since the last time he saw Lee Best was calling him. Kiss ass.
Harrison is dazed and turns away from Stevens to try and grab the ropes but Stevens grabs him and hits a belly to belly suplex. He then quickly heads to the ropes and connects with a five star frog splash as Stevens now goes for the cover.
Harrison now gets the shoulder up as it’s now Stevens getting up and stalking Harrison who is still a bit dazed as he uses the ropes. He gets back up to his feet as Stevens leaps up and goes for the Toxic Sting but at the last second Harrison pushes him off him and Stevens lands hard back first on the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Per a text… That was Toxic Shit.
Stevens tries to get up but Harrisoon drives a knee into the side of Stevens head that send him barreling rolling around to the mat. Harrison pulls Stevens up by his hair and again goes for the crossface chicken wing but Stevens counters with a couple quick elbows, but Harrison connects with a russian leg sweep.
Harrison grabs Stevens around the waist and hoists him up off the mat and hits one german suplex, holds on and rolls the hips and connects with a second german suplex, holds on and rolls the hips and connects with a third german suplex before letting go and going for a cover.
Stevens kicks out at two point five as Harrison again garbs Stevens by the hair and pulls him up to his feet where Stevens leaps and going for another Toxic Sting. But Harrison counters by grabbing Stevens in mid air with a crossface chickenwing. Stevens lands on his feet while now in the hold and tries to free himself, but he can’t as Harrison lifts him up and suplexs Stevens up into the air and slams him down onto the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting countered into a Harricle by Harrison! Cover by Harrison.
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: Here is your winning in 10:12…. STEVE HARRISON!!!!
Boettcher raises Harrison hand in the air, but just as he does….
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, BEG MOTHER FUCKER, BEG!
The crowd roars for Scottywood’s music hits as Harrison rolls out of the ring while Stevens starts to try and pull himself to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Is Scottywood here tonight?
We don’t see anyone come out though as Stevens pulls himself up to one knee as he smiles and shakes his head. You can hear Stevens yelling “You don’t want me Scotty? Do you?”. Suddenly there is a bang and we see something fall from above the ring, the large plywood board which seems to be wrapped in barbed wire nails Stevens in the back and flattens him out in the middle of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has just been crushed by that board! Where did that come from?
The music has stopped and the crowd roars again as we see Scottywood walk out onto the stage with his custom HATE hockey jersey and barbed wire hockey stick and microphone in hand.
Scottywood: You wanted my fucking attention Stevens? Well you fucking got it! You want The Hardcore Artist? You want me to tear your fucking flesh off with barbed wire? How does it fucking feel? You wanna be up GOD’S asshole? Well then you need to be baptized. At Dead or Alive, for the last time ever. Scottywood versus Scott Stevens… in the most barbaric, brutal and bloody match that HOW has ever seen. Barbed wire ropes… and the only way to win is to knock your bloodied… REALLY bloodied opponent out cold. Call it… a Baptized in Blood match. Because when I am done with you at Dead or Alive… you’ll be praying to all the fucking GODs that I let you live.
Scotty drops the mic as Stevens pushes the board of barbed wire off him, revealing his back all covered in blood as he stares back at Scotty with pure anger, who just stands on the stage laughing back at Stevens before he makes his way backstage and we cut away.
WE GOT AN ANSWER
We cut backstage to where Blaire Moise waits.
Blaire Moise: Last week on Chaos 3, Darin Zion and Joe Bergman came up a little short in their challenge to the HOW Tag Team Champions The Highwaymen- Clay Byrd and Steve Harrison. After the match, Zion and Bergman exchanged words and then…
**(Last Week-Chaos 3)**
Joe Hoffman: Zion just slapped Joe Bergman’s hand away!
Darin Zion: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?
Shaking his head, Bergman gives out a dismissive ‘fuck this’ hand gesture and goes to exit the ring. Byrd and Harrison are already on the ramp headed to the back.
The crowd reacts when Zion jumps up to his feet and decks Bergman with a forearm shot to the back of the neck.
Joe Hoffman: BERGMAN’S DOWN! DARIN ZION JUST ATTACKED JOE BERGMAN!
Halfway up the ramp, Byrd and Harrison spin around and see what’s happening.
Joe Hoffman: Zion is stomping the hell out of him and… WAIT!
Byrd and Harrison start back down the ramp…
Joe Hoffman: ADAM ELLIS IN THE RING!
…but before the two Highwaymen can get there to help, Ellis yanks Zion back and shoves him face first into the turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: The entire MVW contingent just jumped over the barricade and they’re in the ring!
Blaire Moise: As you know, Darin Zion then challenged Adam Ellis to a match at Dead or Alive. And he wants Ellis to put up his MVW Men’s Title as well. Joining us from St. Louis tonight is the owner of Missouri Valley Wrestling Ray McAvay. Ray, good to see you again.
We go to a split screen. Blaire on the left. McAvay on the right from his office in St. Louis.
Ray McAvay: Good evening Blaire.
Blaire Moise: Ray, you’ve joined us tonight because you have an announcement to make.
Ray McAvay: Darin Zion this week demanded a match with Adam Ellis for the MVW Men’s title. To be honest with you, my initial thought was no freakin’ way. Darin, we use rankings in MVW to determine who gets title shots for a good reason. It rewards wrestlers who wins matches and DESERVE a title shot. In January 2020, I let you… or ‘Big Money’ Darin Matthews jump the line after the last time you washed out of HOW and you went on to defeat J.J. Bittinger for the title.
Ray pauses for emphasis.
Ray McAvay: And just between you and me, I believe the man you SHOULD be facing at Dead or Alive is Joe Bergman. But I imagine Joe is going to be busy with Highwaymen related stuff that night. Then there’s J.J. Bittinger. He still believes he owes you a receipt for what happened in 2020. But that was two and a half years ago and has nothing to do with what happened last Sunday night.
He shifts in his chair and takes a drink from a can of PBR before he continues.
Ray McAvay: And there’s another consideration I had to weigh. Adam Ellis. After what happened last week and the things you had to say about MVW, Adam really wants to get his hands on you. I gave a lot of weight to his opinion because Adam Ellis came back to MVW when he really didn’t need to. Adam could have just continued to work out at the Gold Standard Wrestling Academy and waited for his next big opportunity. Instead, he chose us.
Blaire Moise: Ray, you also mentioned something about another title defense for Adam this week?
Ray McAvay: I did Blaire. I thought at first Adam might be also defending the belt on August 16th. But Adam’s next scheduled title defense is actually Tuesday August 30th. So the match is doable. Adam Ellis really wants Darin Zion at HOW’s Dead or Alive. Zion wants to do it for the MVW Men’s Title. So we worked out the details with Lee Best and this is what’s going to happen. Adam Ellis versus Darin Zion at Dead or Alive…
Ray pauses again.
Ray McAvay: …for the MVW Men’s title.
Blaire Moise: All right. Ellis versus Zion at Dead or Alive for the MVW Men’s Title. Thank you, Ray for joining us tonight and making that announcement.
Ray McAvay: You’re welcome, Blaire. We’ll see you soon.
End split screen.
Blaire Moise: We’ll be back with more after these commercial messages.
Steve Solex vs. Christopher America©
ICON Championship Match
Simon Sparrow vs. Tyler Best©
Baptized in Blood Match
Scott Stevens vs. Scottywood
Last Man Standing Match
Chris Kostoff vs. Lee Best
MVW World Championship Match
Darin Zion vs. Adam Ellis©
LET’S GO BE HEROES
Back live and we once again cut backstage seeing once again Queen of Epicness, Hall of Famer, Bobbinette Carey. This time she’s sitting in a locker room crossing her arm tightly against herself shaking her head.
Bobbinette: Absolutely not. I am not helping Simon Sparrow.
She says putting her foot down as the camera turns to reveal Conor Fuse standing in front of her. He’s wearing his typical wrestling gear but hides his face behind a Casey Jones lookalike hockey mask. Fuse simply narrows his eyes towards Bobbie. Without saying a word, Fuse turns and points to the board behind him. Carey catches on and shakes her head.
Bobbinette: Not all of the Board is bad. Stronk… I couldn’t even talk to him because of that little troglodyte… Shelley had the audacity to talk down to me. I don’t need money, I have money!
She seems annoyed.
Bobbinette: But, JPD is going to keep sticking his nose in my business. People don’t want to see me happy. So people stand in the way of that. But I was just being nice. I can’t even be nice without people thinking it’s ulterior motives.
She says getting annoyed while Conor Fuse continues to just stare in her direction. He tilts his head. It’s like Bobbie knows where he’s going.
Bobbinette: Stronk has a gentle soul. You can see that! Anyone can see that! But JPD uses people. He used you, he uses people! He went to the Board but he was with Simon…he used him too.
Fuse nods. His body language suggests Bobbie isn’t wrong.
Bobbinette: I did not sign up to be a hero. Simon Sparrow definitely wouldn’t ask for my help even if he was on fire. Which… with JPD, that turn coat they may set him on fire.
Fuse rolls both hands into balls of fists.
Bobbinette: Fine… let’s go help Simon. And if it means punching Jace in the face on “accident.” To even the odds… you know what? You talked me into it! Let’s go be heroes.
She says walking out of the locker room, past Conor Fuse. The Ultimate Gamer stands there, having witnessed his BFF talk herself into action. Conor readjusts the mask on his face, rolls his shoulders forward and puts up his dukes. He exits the locker room, too, as we cut away.
#7 JPD AND #1 STRONK VS. #5 SIMON SPARROW AND #7 TYLER BEST
Bryan McVay: The next match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
The sound of McVay’s voice brings us back to ringside here in the MABEE Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The crowd cheers wildly as McVay raises the microphone back up to his lips.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, already in the ring from Havre, Montana, weighing in tonight at 220lbs. He is an HOW Hall of Famer, he is the HOW LSD Champion, here is JATTTTT STARRRRRRR!!!
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen and personally? I’m disgusted. Lee Best and The Board made sure that Sir. Simon Sparrow’s entrance didn’t air. They even made Bryan McVay call him Jatt Starr instead of Simon Sparrow. This is not how you treat a Hall of Famer.
Simon argues with McVay over calling him Jatt Starr but McVay just shrugs his shoulders and responds by saying he had no other choice. Agitated Simon begins pacing back and forth in the ring as McVay raises the microphone again.
Bryan McVay: And his partner…
The lights in the arena dim, as “T A B” flashes across the HOV in bright gold letters. The letters suddenly begin to drip 97Red, as “WAR CHILD” by Hollywood Undead begins to blast over the sound system.
Bryan McVay: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing tonight at 182lbs. He is the HOW ICON Champion, here is TYLERRRR ADRIANNNN BESTTTTTT!!!
Tyler Adrian Best steps out from behind the curtain wearing street clothes and his ICON Championship belt. He slowly makes his way out onto the stage and staring out into the sea of fans. He gestures to the crowd as he saunters down the ramp, rolling under the ropes and getting up to his feet once he’s in the ring.
Joe Hoffman: The current HOW ICON Champion has made no secret that he doesn’t intend to help Simon Sparrow one bit during this match. What Lee Best and The Board has booked here is essentially a three on one handicapped match. And young Tyler isn’t even dressed to compete tonight.
Tyler goes up onto the turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd before coming down into his corner, stretching before the match begins. Simon walks over to Tyler while stretching trying to talk to him but Tyler virtually ignores his partner for this evening like he’s not even there.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents…
The lights in the arena dim as the HOV begins to light up. The words “The King has Returned.” echo throughout the building. The crowd stands on its feet as smoke begins to build on stage. The sound of “KINGDOM” by Jaxson Gamble begins to blare as a spotlight shines on stage.
Bryan McVay: First from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 253lbs. Representing The Board, he is the King of Everything, here is JACEEE PARKERRRR DAVIDSONNNNN!!!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as through the smoke appears Jace Parker Davidson along with Madison by his side. Jace points down at the OCW Savage Championship belt around his waist with a huge grin on his face. Jace looks out at the crowd and soaks in the reception before locking arms with Madison. The two make their way down the ramp slowly as fans reach over the barricade trying to touch the duo. Madison takes her place at ringside as Jace slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring.
Joe Hoffman: It wasn’t long ago that Jace Parker Davidson brought THE Savage Championship belt that he won in OCW over here and promoted it on HOTv. That didn’t sit well with Lee Best but now? We have the PWA umbrella up and running and OCW is the newest federation to join the alliance. And you can bet Jace is going to flaunt that title in the faces of anyone he comes across.
Jace pops to his feet and makes his way over to the nearest corner and climbs the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. Hopping down Jace goes to his corner before giving Tyler a knowing nod which Tyler returns.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner…
The lights in the arena go down as “STRONKER” by FLAV RILLE begins to play. The HOV lights up and the most glorious thing in wrestling history is shown. Men’s jaws hit the floor, women’s panties dissolve like Alka Seltzer tablets due to the extreme wetness. STRONK GODSON walks out onto the stage wearing a fanny pack along with his camo shorts, with Shelley Greene following behind him. The fans pop for his arrival—promiscuous women and drunk and disorderly men, especially.
Bryan McVay: From Somewhere in Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 307.1lbs. He is the Secretary of Defense, He is the STRONKEST Man Alive, here is STRONKKKKK GODSONNNNN!!!
STRONK walks to the ring, and, just before stomping up the ring steps, grabs ahold of his ‘STRONK AF’ sleeveless tee shirt and rips it from his body with startling ease. Jace begins dancing to the music inside of the ring. Tyler and Simon can only bask in the sheer glory that is STRONK DADDY. STRONK enters the ring, while Greene stands out on the floor, hyping up his man and jawing with the ringside fans.
Joe Hoffman: It was last week that STRONK’s reign as LSD Championship reign came to an end thanks to a ladder rung that could not support his weight. Simon Sparrow collected the belt and now has a win over the tank known as STRONK. I’m sure that the former LSD Champion will be looking for a measure of revenge against the HOW Hall of Famer.
Joe Hoffman pauses and tries to sound as professional as he possibly can with his next statement.
Joe Hoffman: I’m sure wherever he is right now that Benny Newell is watching right now and he’s getting STRONKER by the moment in his nether regions.
The music and the video ends to a slightly disappointed sigh from the audience. Jace walks over to STRONK and pats him on his massive back. The two of them discuss some last minute match preparations as Hortega takes the LSD Championship belt and the OCW Savage Championship belt away with the two Hall of Famers. However, Tyler refuses to take off his ICON Championship belt and when Hortega demands it, Tyler ignores him. Hortega walks over and demands STRONK take off the fanny pack but the big man just grunts at Hortega who lowers his head. McVay exits the ring and Hortega shakes his head then calls for the bell to start this match.
JPD says something in STRONK’s ear then pats him on the shoulder. That’s enough to make STRONK nod his head and exit to the ring apron. Jace turns and lingers on the sight of STRONK bending over through the ropes and bites his bottom lip a bit. On the other side of the ring Simon goes to talk to Tyler but Tyler is already walking away and steps onto the ring apron. Simon sighs before him and JPD walks to the center of the ring. Both men exchange words back and forth but Simon strikes first, slapping JPD across the face hard. JPD’s head snaps to the side but it doesn’t take long for JPD to plant a boot to Simon’s midsection. JPD fires off a series of chops to the chest of Simon before whipping him into the ropes. Simon rebounds off the ropes but JPD leaps and hits Simon with a dropkick right to the face.
Joe Hoffman: Simon slapped the taste out of Jace’s mouth but in the early beginning here it seems like the Savage Champion is setting the pace. You have to wonder when or if Simon is going to decide to tag Tyler into this match.
Simon hits the mat but backs up into a neutral corner to slow down the pace. JPD taunts Simon and points towards the corner where Tyler is standing. JPD steps back and gestures that Simon has a free pass to make the tag. Simon isn’t dumb enough to fall for it as he steps out of the corner. JPD steps forward and raises his arm into the air for a test of strength. Simon fakes raising his arm but then gives JPD a boot of his own to the midsection. Simon rocks JPD back with a series of stiff punches to the face. Simon grabs a hold of JPD and whips him into the ropes. JPD leaps to the middle rope then springs off backwards and hits Simon with a springboard cutter that sends him crashing down to the canvas. JPD gets back up to her feet then stalks around Simon as he gets back up to his feet. JPD comes up from behind Simon then leaps and brings him down with a lung blower. Simon arches his back in pain but JPD makes the cover and grinds his forearm into Simon’s face as Hortega slides in.
Joe Hoffman: That wasn’t a serious cover by Jace because he didn’t bother to hook the leg. He just wanted to disrespect Simon but luckily the Hall of Famer managed to kick out at two. And his partner? Tyler made no attempt to enter the ring and make the save for his team. Honestly, the ICON Champion looks bored out of his mind.
JPD gets back up to his feet then once again stalks around Simon as he regains a vertical base. JPD grabs a hold of Simon from behind and goes for a German suplex but Simon counters with repeated elbow shots to the side of his head. JPD loses his grip as Simon turns around and then pokes him in the eye which causes the crowd to cheer. JPD staggers around trying to regain his vision but Simon grabs a hold of JPD from behind and hits him with SIMON SAYS down to the canvas. Simon gets up to his feet and grabs JPD by the hair. Simon reaches out to tag in Tyler but Tyler raises his arms into the air like he’s being held up at gunpoint.
Joe Hoffman: Of course the moment Simon gets an advantage Tyler acts like he doesn’t want to get into the match. This is nonsense by the ICON Champion and The Board.
Simon sighs but JPD recovers and clubs Simon in the back of the head. JPD grabs a hold of Simon and whips him across the ring into The Board’s corner. Simon hits the turnbuckle hard. JPD gets a running start and charges towards the corner but Simon sees him coming. Simon gets his boot up at the last second and JPD runs into it face first. JPD staggers away from the corner and Simon fires off a stiff elbow shot to STRONK that catches him off guard. Simon charges out of the corner and rides JPD down to the canvas with a bulldog. Simon gets back up to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Simon perches himself on the top rope as JPD gets back up to his feet. As JPD turns around leaps off the top rope and hits him with the SPARROWCANRANA that snaps him down to the canvas. Simon hooks the leg and makes the cover as Hortega slides in for count.
Joe Hoffman: Simon with a high risk SPARROWCANRANA off the top rope. It got him a two count before Jace was able to kick out. Simon isn’t backing down but in his corner? Tyler has his arms folded on the top turnbuckle and his head down. He’s literally taking a nap while this match is going on.
Simon gets up to his feet then once again walks over to his corner. Simon yells at Tyler who raises his head and looks at his partner before waving his hand dismissively. Tyler hops down off the ring apron then grabs a steel chair at ringside. Tyler takes a seat before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and pays more attention to that than the match. Simon tries around and finds the monster known as STRONK standing proudly in the ring. While Simon was focused on Tyler, JPD got to his feet and made the tag to the former LSD Champion. Simon steps forward and unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face but STRONK just stands there with his eyes burning a hole through the new LSD Champion. Simon keeps firing away but STRONK slaps Simon in the chest with one of his mighty hands. The sound echoes throughout the building as Simon hits the canvas hard holding his chest.
Joe Hoffman: That open handed chop to the chest sounded like a clap of thunder. Simon is down and he needs to get to the outside of the ring to regroup.
STRONK leans down and grabs a hold of Simon and pulls him back up to his feet. STRONK lifts Simon into the air then brings him down to the canvas with a backdrop driver. STRONK gets back up to his feet and repeats the process and hits Simon with a second backdrop driver. Up again and then a third backdrop driver. STRONK gets up to his feet then pulls Simon up to a seat position. STRONK wraps his mighty hands around Simon’s head then begins trying to literally crush the man’s skull. Simon screams in agony while kicking his legs and waving his arms. Simon manages to get his foot on the bottom rope as Hortega comes over and starts a five count for STRONK to break the hold. STRONK lets go of Simon’s skull at 4.999999 seconds then turns and looks as Hortega with evil intentions. Hortega backs away from the former LSD Champion before STRONK turns his attention back to his opponent. STRONK grabs a hold of Simon and pulls him up to his feet before lifting him high into the air. All the blood in Simon’s body begins rushing to his head as STRONK just stands there holding up Simon in a vertical suplex position. The fans literally start counting the seconds that go by while STRONK has Simon in the air without even breaking a sweat. After a full sixty seconds STRONK plants Simon with a vertical drop brainbuster down to the canvas. STRONK places his mighty palms on the chest of Simon to make the cover as Hortega slides in for the count.
Joe Hoffman: STRONK has focused all of his attention on the head of Simon and somehow after that brainbuster Simon was able to get his shoulder up before the three count. Seems like The Board’s plan to soften up Simon for Dead or Alive is working perfectly.
On the outside of the ring Tyler has left his seat and is leaned against the steel barricade. He raises his phone into the air and takes a selfie with an ample breasted woman in the front row. Tyler looks down at his phone and his face scrunches in disappointment. The selfie was photobombed by a guy with a “FLY SPARROW FLY” banner. Tyler puts his phone away then snatches the sign away from the photo bomber. Tyler rips the sign in half and tosses it to the arena floor before getting the young woman’s digits. Inside of the ring STRONK gets up to his feet then pulls Simon up to a vertical base. STRONK whips Simon hard into The Board’s corner. Simon hits the turnbuckle with significant force. STRONK gets a head of steam then comes trucking into the corner. STRONK leaps into the air trying to squash Simon into the corner but Simon moves out of the way. STRONK crashes and burns into the corner hitting his head on the turnbuckle. JPD is shocked but Simon grabs him by the head and runs into the steel ring post knocking him off of the ring apron.
Joe Hoffman: Come on, Simon! He’s got STRONK stunned and JPD has been knocked off the ring apron and down to the floor. This is your moment! You can be the first man to defeat STRONK in two straight matches!
STRONK staggers around the ring holding his head as Simon races towards the ropes. Simon bounces off the ropes but STRONK swings wildly with a meaty clothesline but Simon ducks under it. Simon rebounds off the ropes again. Another wild clothesline and another duck by Simon. Another rebound off the ropes and another clothesline miss. Having picked up as much momentum as he possibly could Simon bounces off the ropes one more time. As STRONK turns around Simon connects with the SPARROWLITE Express that knocks the former LSD Champion off of his feet for the first time.
Joe Hoffman: That spear managed to topple the giant known as STRONK! Simon needs to make the cover. JPD is down, Tyler is too busy flirting at ringside, and STRONK is down. Do it, Simon. Show Lee Best and The Board that Simon Sparrow is better than Jatt Starr!
Simon pulls himself up to his feet then stalks around STRONK as the big man slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base. Simon grabs a hold of the massive STRONK from behind barely managing to twist him around but he connects with The Ace In The Hole down to the canvas. Simon struggles to roll STRONK onto his back but does as he hooks the leg and makes the cover while Hortega slides in for the count.
Joe Hoffman: Simon connected with his finisher and had this match won but at the last possible second JPD leaped into the ring and broke up the count! If Tyler was even 3% interested and being a good partner then they would have just defeated The Board.
JPD gets up to his feet and begins putting the boots to Simon before Hortega comes over and forces him back into his corner. Slowly both STRONK and Simon fight their way back up to their feet. Simon charges towards STRONK but the former LSD Champion hits Simon with a massive headbutt that sends him crashing down to the canvas. STRONK shakes his head a bit before making the tag into JPD. Simon staggers back up to his feet as JPD enters the ring. JPD grabs a hold of Simon by the arm then levels him with a ripcord clothesline that sends him back down to the mat. JPD lifts Simon back up to his feet then whips him into the ropes. Simon bounces off the ropes but JPD hits him with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing neck first along the middle rope. JPD gets to his feet then measures Simon up. JPD charges and hits Simon with a big V-trigger knee shot to the back of the head that sends him crumbling down to the mat. JPD backs himself up into a corner and urges Simon to get up off of the canvas.
Joe Hoffman: JPD is setting up for Bend the Knee. If he connects with this then Simon’s chances of overcoming the odds here are done.
Simon pulls himself up to all fours as JPD charges out of the corner. JPD leaps and goes for Bend the Knee but Simon rolls out of the way just in time. JPD’s foot comes slamming down onto the canvas which jars his knee a little bit. JPD leans down and grabs at the knee a bit but Simon explodes forward and hits JPD with a chop block to the back of the weakened knee that sends him down to the canvas. Simon gets to his feet then grabs JPD by the legs. Simon manages to turn JPD over and locks in the SPARROW-CLYSM submission. JPD howls in pain as Simon cranks back on the submission hold.
Joe Hoffman: Simon has him dead center of the ring with nowhere to go! JPD just might tap out here!
Hortega drops down and asks JPD if he wants to give it up but JPD screams no. Simon continues to apply pressure to the hold while placing his knee down across the back of JPD’s neck. JPD raises his hand into the air like he’s about to tap out but STRONK enters the ring. Hortega gets to his feet and stands in front of STRONK trying to prevent him from doing any damage. STRONK gets tired of being yelled at in a language he doesn’t understand so he grabs a hold of Hortega with both hands. STRONK lifts Hortega off of his feet then begins literally curling Hortega up and down like he was a free weight. Hortega screams and squirms but isn’t able to see what is happening. Suddenly Tyler slides into the ring and smashes Simon with a shot to the head with the ICON Championship belt that causes him to break the hold and fall to the canvas. Tyler exits the ring to his corner acting like he was actually a good partner.
Joe Hoffman: This is unbelievable! Simon had this match won but thanks to STRONK’s distraction Tyler was able to get into the ring and blast his own partner in the head with the ICON Championship belt.
STRONK drops Hortega and exits the ring. Hortega gets up to his feet and sees both JPD and Simon on the canvas. Tyler begins to mockingly slap the turnbuckle pad in his corner while reaching his other arm out begging Simon to make the tag. Both JPD and Simon struggle back to their feet. Simon has been busted open from the shot with the ICON Championship belt. Simon staggers but JPD plants a boot to the midsection and spikes him with Unscripted Violence down to the canvas. JPD gets up to his feet then goes over to his corner and makes the tag into STRONK. Tyler hops up and down on the ring apron while clapping his hands together sarcastically trying to get the crowd behind Simon as STRONK enters the ring. STRONK grabs the near lifeless body of Simon before locking in The Loop Hold. STRONK flexes his mighty arms while choking the life out of the LSD Champion. Hortega drops down and checks on Simon who isn’t responsive. Hortega lifts Simon’s arm into the air and it falls limply as the referee counts one. Suddenly Tyler grabs a hold of his ICON Championship belt and enters the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Wait a minute… Is Tyler actually going to help get STRONK off of his opponent at Dead or Alive?! Does he actually want to stay undefeated?!?!
Tyler marches over to where STRONK and Simon are on the canvas. STRONK and Tyler lock eyes as Tyler raises the belt into the air ready to attack. Hortega lifts Simon’s arm into the air and it falls again as he counts two. Tyler smirks then crouches down and holds the ICON Championship belt into the face of Simon while trash talking him. Hortega lifts Simon’s arm into the air a third time and once again it falls limply down to his side.
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners via submission… the team of STRONKKKK GODSONNNN & JACEEE PARKERRR DAVIDSON!!!
Joe Hoffman: Simon gave it all that he had but the numbers were too much to overcome. All three men battered and beat Simon Sparrow in this farce of the tag team match.
STRONK continues to choke out the lifeless Simon Sparrow as Hortega begins to try and pry the STRONKEST Man Alive off of the LSD Champion. STRONK’s music and video fill the arena as STRONK finally lets go of Simon. JPD enters the ring as STRONK gets up to his feet. Tyler and JPD lift STRONK’s massive arms into the air in victory. Hortega checks on Simon but suddenly he’s pushed out of the way as all three men begin to lay in stomps and kicks to the fallen LSD Champion. The crowd boos loudly as JPD and STRONK begin to pull Simon up to a vertical base.
Joe Hoffman: It’s one thing to brutalize the man during the match but now these three are trying to make sure that Simon doesn’t even make it to Dead or Alive!
Tyler holds the ICON Championship belt up as JPD and STRONK keep a hold of Simon so that he doesn’t fall to the canvas. Tyler charges and levels Simon with a second shot to the head with the ICON Championship belt. Simon falls to the canvas as Tyler leans down and begins screaming at Simon while saying the name Jatt Starr. Suddenly the crowd jumps to their feet and cheers as Bobbinette Carey and Conor Fuse come racing down the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Help has finally arrived for Simon Sparrow! Bobbinette Carey and the former HOW World Champion are here to fight! What took so long????
Carey and Fuse hit the ring. Conor literally tackles Tyler to the mat and away from Simon. Carey goes right after JPD and the two Hall of Famers exchange right hands. There is chaos in the ring while STRONK just stands in the middle of it not moving a muscle. Carey kicks JPD between the legs with a low blow that drops him down to the canvas. Fuse lifts Tyler to his feet then tosses him out of the ring. Conor turns around and before he can take a step forward there is an angry STRONK standing in front of him like a brick wall. STRONK is furious that Conor not only attacked him last week but also put his hands on Tyler. Conor takes a step back but looks ready to take STRONK on head first. Conor charges but suddenly Bobbinette Carey stands between the two men preventing them from throwing down.
Joe Hoffman: Is Bobbinette Carey protecting Conor Fuse from STRONK or is it vice versa?
Carey begins talking to each man as Tyler slides back into the ring and JPD gets back up to his feet. Carey grabs a hold of Conor by the arm and they back away and help Simon exit the ring. Standing beside Bobbinette and Simon, Fuse points towards the middle of the ring. He first singles out STRONK Godson and then Conor’s finger points directly at JPD. The Ultimate Gamer turns to BFF Bobbinette Carey and head motions to her and himself.
Joe Hoffman: I think Conor’s making a challenge here…
Inside the ring, JPD walks over and demands a microphone. JPD raises the microphone up to his lips as he points his own finger out towards both Conor and Carey.
JPD: Is that what you want? You want to go? Fine! Dead or Alive, Conor Fuse and Bobbinette Carey vs. Jace Parker Davidson and STRONK Godson… WE ACCEPT!
JPD drops the microphone as Carey’s eyes widen in shock. The last thing she wanted is to be in a match against STRONK. It seems like Fuse smiles underneath his hockey mask. He reveals he’s holding onto an SNES controller wrapped in barbed wire. He swings it around a few times as the crowd cheers.
Joe Hoffman: Challenge made and accepted. At Dead or Alive we will see Conor Fuse step into the ring to team with his BFF Bobbinette Carey against the team of Jace Parker Davidson and STRONK Godson!
Suddenly the HOV comes to life and we see footage of several EPU guards trying to hold back Fuse and Carey but the BFF’s are able to fight them off…but the fight ultimately delaying their arrival till post match.
Joe Hoffman: Well that explains what took the BFF’s so long to get out here.
As the footage ends on the HOV we see a smiling JPD pat STRONK on the chest. Tyler raises his ICON Championship belt into the air and makes a motion across his neck with his thumb towards Simon Sparrow. Meanwhile a bloody Simon Sparrow walks gingerly to the back as Bobbinette stands between both Conor and Sparrow. The crowd is still buzzing as we cut elsewhere.
We open up backstage where Brian Bare is standing by with a visibly-frustrated Xander Azula.
Brian Bare: Hello HOW fans, Brian Bare here with the hot scoop you crave! I’m here with…
Xander raises a hand, cutting Brian off before speaking.
Xander Azula: Brian, buddy, they know who I am. So do all these cowards not responding to my challenge last week, which has fallen on deaf ears.
Xander’s tone of voice becomes more stern, the Head Disciple glaring at a now-uncomfortable Bare as he continues
Xander Azula: The absolute disrespect around here is staggering, Brian…and I won’t stand for it anymore. You saw what I did to Josh Conway tonight, and the whole world is about to see what I’m capable of when pushed one too many times.
Suddenly, the tone softens, as does the look on Xander’s face.
Xander Azula: And hell, I did promise this was an unsanctioned path, didn’t I? If no one wants to test my mettle here, then I will simply have to seek violence elsewhere. Tell me, Brian…what is the fight capital of the world?
Bare looks perplexed by the question, raising an eyebrow before responding.
Brian Bare: Well, I’ve heard Dubai is being seriously considered…
Xander cuts him off again, shaking his head in disappointment at such an odd response.
Xander Azula: Las Vegas, Brian. Always has been, always will. And as the fight capital of the world, it’s the perfect place to go looking for one. I’m feeling froggy enough to jump at this opportunity, and there is absolutely zero chance of failure for your new favorite fighter. Wish me luck Brian, this is a curious venture to say the least!
Brian Bare: Well, good luck Xa–
Azula doesn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence before walking off, leaving Brian looking confused and slightly disappointed as we go to commercial!
We return from commercial backstage to see Christopher America seated behind a desk. The shot is pulled tight on his smiling face before slowly panning out. The majestic red strap of the HOW World Championship slowly comes into frame, draped over America’s shoulder. The golden plate glistens in the light.
His hands are clasped and resting on the desk before him.
Christopher America: My fellow Americans…
The camera now pans out and to the side, revealing George in all his majestic glory. America turns to the left and smiles at George.
Christopher America: Heh. And you, too, George….last week, we were all struck by the unfortunate news that Mr. Solex has a brain tumor. This tumor supposedly seems to be the cause of his erratic behavior during his tenure in HOW.
We here at The Board would like to extend our deepest sympathies to Steve Solex and his family. Cancer is truly an insufferable disease. We should all know this too well. After all, it is Steve Solex who has been the biggest cancer to this company and this country, hasn’t he?
Think of all the times we’ve suffered.
America over dramatically pouts his lip before smirking. He leans back in his chair and begins caressing the World Championship.
America scowls momentarily looking off camera to his right.
Christopher America: Unfortunately, while I am sure that we all empathize with the plight that Steve Solex is going through, I feel that… tough decisions… still need to be made.
For starters, while a tumor is sad and tragic, it does not absolve oneself of accountability. Why, imagine if every bank robber stated that it was okay to rob a bank because they had a brain tumor. Or, someone thinking it was okay to murder someone just because they, the murderer, had cancer.
No, they must be held to the laws of America. And so, too, must someone like Steve Solex be held to account.
And so, I am happy to report that today, I, and the US government, will be doing just that.
America scowls again and turns to the right.
Christopher America: SHUT UP!
Christopher America: You may recall at War Games that Steve Solex used outside interference to taint the sanctity of my War Games match.
What’s worse is that Steve Solex used an endangered species to do it.
And so, after that match, I had no choice but to, anonymously, write to the US Fish and Wildlife Service and report Steve Solex for abuse of his bald eagle.
When I think of the abuse he put that animal through… why it almost brings me to tears.
America wipes a non existent tear from the corner of his eye.
Christopher America: Almost.
Christopher America: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!
America fumes before turning back and resuming his overtly fake smile
Christopher America: I do hope that they write back to me soon…
Suddenly, a mail bag comes flying off camera and lands on America’s desk.
Christopher America: And oh looky here!
America holds up a giant bag stuffed with envelopes.
Christopher America: Why, it’s Steven’s Sack from his shitty Leave It To Steve-r vignettes. I wonder if there’s a letter inside!
America fake gasps as he pulls the letter from the top.
Christopher America: Why… there is! And just my luck! It’s a letter from our friends at the US Fish and Wildlife Service. Let’s see what it says!
America gleefully rips open the letter.
“Mr. Steven Solex,
It has come to our attention that a report of abuse of the bald eagle you currently own and care for has been filed.
We take matters like this very seriously.
As such, we have opened an investigation into the abuse allegations. While we conduct our investigation, your eagle will be placed under the care of a bald eagle expert until such time your eagle is either returned to you or a more permanent home can be found, pending the result of the investigation.
If you have any questions, please dial 1-844-397-8477 and reference case number…”
Blah blah blah.
America folds the piece of paper and sets it down.
Christopher America: Wow, Steve. Abuse of an endangered species? All because you hate me?
America shakes his head.
Christopher America: Well, I do hope that the expert they picked takes good care of Valor. After all….
Screeeeeeeeeeech! Screeeeeeeeeeech! Screeeeeeeeeeech!
The camera pans back further now showing George on America’s left side, stoically perched, and a covered cage on America’s right. The screeching from the cage continues as it rattles.
Christopher America: ….It’d be a real shame if anything bad happened to him, don’t you think?
America smiles maliciously, petting his World Championship, as the panicked screeching of Valor continues as we cut away.
We cut to the back of the building as the side doors to the building open up. Three men are seen hovering around a hooded figure before one of the guys gives the all clear.
Suited Man: All clear sir.
The hooded figure enters the building for the first time tonight. There was an obvious reason as to why he wasn’t there for long. The man takes off the hood and one Brian Hollywood is revealed. Hollywood looks down the hallway but looks a bit anxious as he’s literally been on the run for several months.
Brian Hollywood: Stay close. Don’t let anyone near. If their sketchy, put them down.
Suited Man 2: Understood sir.
There are now two men who are watching both ways of the hallway as one more man stays relatively close to Hollywood. We haven’t seen much of Hollywood and his HOW appearances have been few and far between and understandably so. He’s been on the run and HOW sites have been watched like a hawk from Hollywood’s friends, Gerald Reeves and Buck Wringley. Gerald also has some local law enforcement on the alert as well.
Brian Hollywood: The truth is…you have to learn to become a master of disguises in the line of business I’m involved with these days…
Hollywood speaks calmly but keeps a keen tone to his voice where he remains serious. The camera fades into the eyes of Hollywood and they aren’t eyes of lost and unfocused anymore. They are the eyes of a focused, unemotional man who looks like all he wants to do is hurt people. He had missed the feeling of success and had missed the feeling of being able to have anything he wants literally at the grasp of his hands. He was going to get what he wanted again, and he wasn’t going to apologize for anything less…no matter who he had to go through or what he had to do.
Brian Hollywood: I know coming here tonight was some risky business. But I’ve learned to get by and I’ve learned to fit in where I need to, long enough where I need to. So…this is what’s going to happen..
Hollywood looks over at the two suited men who are standing by but are heavily alerted by everything going on around them. They are tapped into local CB’s and dispatch and have a jump on anyone who may be moving into the area at any given time. After Hollywood gives them a quick glance, he resumes with his motion of speaking.
Brian Hollywood: I’ve got some “time” coming my way. Of course, I guess all you could say is that lately all I’ve had has been time…but I digress…I’ve got some time so to speak where I’ve got an open window of causing some more damage. I’ve been away from this company for too long now not to resume in my role of accomplishing what I want to accomplish before I go out on my horse and ride off into the sunset as it were. I’ve had some time to look around and see what’s been going on around here and I can’t say that much has changed.
Hollywood lets out a slight, but only slight smile so he doesn’t devalue his emotionless face. He shakes his head as he brushes his hair behind his ear.
Brian Hollywood: A lot of people really won’t turn their heads after a couple of meaningless wins by yours truly, but a fan favorite veteran and retiring David Noble? I’m just getting started. That’s quality control to me but I’m far from done. That’s why between now and Dead and Alive, I’m going to be popping my head around here and I’m going to be around…you just won’t know where. But I’m hungry. I’m hungry for some competition and I’m hungry for a fight. That’s why I’m going to lay out an open challenge for anyone who wants to accept it. I’m officially laying out a fight for Dead or Alive. I don’t care if it’s in the ring or just a straight up fight. FIGHT ME! GIVE me someone! I want to hurt! I want to bleed! I want to…..feel SOMETHING! My journey as of late, has left me feeling very little. But I don’t come without warning.
Just then, one of Hollywood’s mysterious men reacts as he holds his ear and turns back to Hollywood which prompts Hollywood’s seemingly “number one” guy who has stayed close to him to respond…even though his name is unknown at this time.
Main Suited Man: It’s time to go, sir.
Hollywood closes his eyes and lets out a sigh but doesn’t seem to be in a rush to leave out of urgency. Sirens can be heard approaching the Mabee Center in Tulsa as Hollywood shakes his head but smiles as he reaches for his hood but doesn’t quite throw it back on yet.
Brian Hollywood: You know…that’s the greatest thing about being gone for so long and on the run…you learn things. You learn how to blend in and you learn how to become SOMEONE. Anyone but yourself just to fit in and not stick out. I truly have mastered it. Dare I say, I can become ANYONE I want to be and if I get close enough, I can strike without warning. A trick I picked up from a….
Hollywood all of a sudden struggles before he can finish what he’s going to say which was curious from a man who apparently couldn’t feel anymore.
Brian Hollywood: Friend…so to speak.
Hollywood cracks his neck and shrugs his shoulders.
Brian Hollywood: That’s really not fucking important right now. None of you even know my story. You never have. You’ve never understood who I am or what I was capable of being. You all fucking chewed and spit me out…CAST me out of this place and I swear on the GOD of HOW him fucking self, that I will make you ALL pay for what you have done to me! Answer my challenge…or I’ll force it out of one of you! Don’t make me do that because I promise you all you won’t like the option I choose if I have to take matters into my own hands! Then again…it’s all I’ve been doing lately. The choice is yours. Dead or Alive. But just know, either option that lays itself out for me, just know that now more than anything else…
Hollywood smirks one more time as he grabs his hood.
Brian Hollywood: I consider myself a master of disguises…
Hollywood throws his hood back over his head as his men take swarm around him and as quick as he showed up, he is quick to leave as he exits from the Mabee Center in Tulsa as Chaos heads to the final commercial break of the evening.
#14 CHRIS KOSTOFF VS. #4 CLAY BYRD
Back live and once again we cut to our Hall of Fame ring announcer…
Bryan McVay: Our following match is one fall and is our MAIN EVENT!
Joe Hoffman: The fans here in Tulsa are READY for two BEEFY BOYS smashing the ever loving flip out of one another. You have to imagine Clay Byrd, fresh off his tag victory against Bergman and Zion at Chaos 003, a victory against Scottywood at Chaos 002, and another victory against David Noble at Chaos 001, is ready to add a fourth victory in four shows under his belt. Needless to say, a match against the beast, the monster, Chris Kostoff.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, the challenger… standing at six feet and five inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred-and-eighty-five pounds, he hails from Tampa, Florida… THE MAN WITH NO REMORSE! CHRIS! KOSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!
Wolf Totem by The HU begins to play inside of the Mabee Center. The opening chords scream across the speakers as he steps out onto the stage. Looking out he slowly makes his way to ringside. Kostoff circles the ring before sliding in.
Joe Hoffman: Kostoff has a date with Lee Best at Dead or Alive and you know Lee scheduled this match simply to ensure Kostoff was in the weakest position possible going into their match in three weeks time. A match with Byrd is definitely going to leave a mark on Kostoff and it helps that Lee has no love lost for Clay either. Two birds, one stone. That is the beauty of Lee Best.
Matt Boetcher checks Kostoff over, cautiously, as Bryan steps forward once again.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent… standing at six feet and seven inches tall tall, weighing in at two-hundred-and-ninety-five pounds… he hails from Plainview, Texas… he is the HOTV CHAMPION! CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! BYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!
Guitar and harmonica begin to blare through the arena, the start of “Gunning For You” by Nick Nolan sends a silence across the crowd as Nick Nolan’s lyrics echo through the arena. Red letters slash across the screen as “BYRD” is spelled out. Clay appears through fog on the entrance ramp, cowboy hat low over his eyes, a long black duster on and a rope in his hand.
My Gun is loaded it’s getting time
Two shots of whiskey i’m takin’ what’s mine
Ain’t what you’re sayin it’s what you do
Your time has come boy i’m Gunnin for You
When hell is rainin down you’ll see my face won’t heara sound
You’ll feel that bullet burnin through
Take your last breath boy
I’m Gunnin for You
Clay begins his slow walk down the ramp. His eyes are fixed on the ring, and he trudges on. Not paying any notice to any of the fans in attendance.
There’s desperation deep in your eyes
No turnin back now no compromise
Cause only one of us walks out that door
The other bleedin out on the floor
Clay walks up the steps, and climbs into the ring. He holds the HOTV Championship high over his head, glaring at Kostoff as he does, and the two big boys meet in the center of the ring, jawing with one another.
Joe Hoffman: And Boettcher is going to have a real fight on his hand in a moment if he doesn’t get control of this situation. Both men are talking trash back and forth and you just know it’s only a matter of seconds before this powder keg explodes in the center of that ring.
Boettcher immediately moves in between them, ordering them both to their corner while taking the belt from Clay and presenting it to both men before handing it to the timekeeper. McVay quickly leaves the ring, not wanting to stick around for a moment longer. Boettcher gives his final set of instructions and then signals for the start of the match.
As soon as the first DING, both men explode out of their corners, meeting in the center of the ring and slamming fist after fist into each other’s jaw, neither man refusing to give an inch, and giving the fans exactly what they wanted from the moment they knew this was was booked — a brawl for the ages.
Joe Hoffman: HOLY MOLY! These two are wailing away at one another and if this is the start of the match, I have no idea where it goes from here. These are two men who love to punch and have a high pain tolerance. This is EXACTLY what Best wanted when he announced this match and he’s getting the very thing he wanted. Kostoff’s punches landing a bit heavier and he has moved Byrd off of his spot and into the corner where Byrd came out of.
Kostoff moves from slamming his fist into Byrd’s jaw to his abdomen and each shot Kostoff lands causes Byrd to groan in pain. Kostoff runs to the opposite corner and connects with a running clothesline in the corner, lifting Byrd’s legs up in the air from the impact. Kostoff then runs back to the opposite corner and turns around, ready to nail another running clothesline only to be met with a running clothesline from Byrd, who has a specific kind of venom in his eyes.
Joe Hoffman: Byrd now standing over a slumped Kostoff and Clay UNLOADED on that clothesline. Holy moly. Byrd laid everything he had into that one and now Byrd is moving to the opposite corner and is running full speed at Kostoff and just connected with a cannonball in the corner! All of Byrd just crashed on top of Kostoff and Kostoff’s head is just leaning on the bottom rope. He felt that one!
Byrd climbs back to his feet and drags Kostoff up with him, slamming his fist into the top of his head only for Kostoff to fire back with a knee to the midsection. With Clay doubled over, Kostoff whips him into the ropes, and connects with a ring-shaking spine buster in the center of the ring. Kostoff makes his way back up to his feet and yells out at the crowd, everyone roaring in approval at the sheer physicality being demonstrated by both of these men.
Joe Hoffman: Kostoff refusing to give up anything to Byrd and is now mounting him, slamming fist after fist to the forehead of his opponent. Boettcher warning Kostoff now and Kostoff reluctantly adheres to Boettcher’s warning, yanks Byrd off the man, and slams an elbow across the back of Byrd’s neck. Byrd stumbles away from Kostoff, who connects with a stiff jab to his ribs before pushing him into the ropes. He whips Clay across the ring and Kostoff goes for a clothesline, but Byrd manages to duck under it. Kostoff spins around and is met by a flying clothesline from Byrd, both men crashing to the mat!
Byrd is the first one back to his feet, though Kostoff isn’t far behind him, and Clay snaps his boot across the jaw of the challenger. Kostoff fires back with an uppercut that rocks Clay, sending him into the ropes, and Clay rebounds with another boot, in between the eyes, that sends Kostoff to the ground. Chris doesn’t stay down for long and is met with a chop across the chest as he makes his way back up to his feet. Kostoff grimaces from the shot and then slams his boot into Clay’s midsection.
Joe Hoffman: Neither of these two men are giving an inch, unloading everything they have and we’re just five or six minutes into this bout. The fans are eating his up as Kostoff puts Byrd into a front face lock, hoists him up into the air, and just connected with a brainbuster on the champion! Will this put Byrd away? Kostoff thinks so as he goes for the cover.
Byrd manages to get his right shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Kostoff glares at Boettcher, certain that was a three count, but instead of arguing, he decides to slam his forearm across Byrd’s face. Clay turns to his right, coughing from the blow, while Kostoff brings him up to his feet. He goes to whip Clay across the ring, but Byrd counters it into a boot to the midsection and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT. Clay slowly sits up, shaking his head, and begins to pull Kostoff up with him.
Joe Hoffman: Both of these men are laying it all out for these fans, for their pride, and I could only imagine how violent these two could get if they really wanted to put a hurting on one another. Byrd slams his knee into Kostoff’s face, Chris falling into the ropes, and Byrd slams his boot into Kostoff’s midsection. Byrd glaring at Kostoff and with rage in his eyes he clotheslines the HOW Hall of Famer over the top rope and to the outside!
Kostoff lies on the outside while Boettcher begins his count
Kostoff begins to stir as Byrd glares down at him, ordering him to stay down. Kostoff though begins to pull himself up using the ring apron.
Kostoff grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself back into the ring. As he does, Boettcher stops his count, and Byrd begins stomping at the back of Kostoff’s skull. Kostoff fights through it though, making his way up to his feet, and then wraps his left hand around the throat of Byrd. Clay slams his forearm repeatedly across Kostoff’s arm, but Chris refuses to break the hold, squeezing tighter. He goes to lift Byrd up in the air, but Clay manages to slip out of his grasp. Kostoff turns around and is met with a rib-crushing spear from Byrd!
Joe Hoffman: Byrd just LAID Kostoff out with that spear. Byrd is back up on his feet and he’s just watching as Kostoff, who is in clear pain, is making every attempt to get up to his feet. Clay just lying in wait, like a panther, and Kostoff is on his knees, and Clay launches himself off the ropes and connects with a Texas Lariat!
Byrd then goes for the cover on Kostoff.
DING DING DING!
Joe Hoffman: And that’s all she wrote! Byrd manages to get a victory in a match that is going to definitely leave some bruises on him.
Bryan McVay: Your winner… and STILL! HOTV CHAMPION! CLAY! BYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!
Clay makes his way up to his feet, Boettcher handing him the title, while Clay continues to stare at Kostoff. He nods at the man, takes the title, and lifts it high over his head. He then looks around at the fans and spots a camera, moving closer to it.
Clay Byrd: I’M NOT THE ONE! BRING EVERYONE OUT HERE! I AM NOT THE ONE!
He then flips off the camera and roars out at the crowd.
Bryan McVay: Byrd making it VERY clear what he thinks about everyone in the back, as he picks up his fourth victory in four weeks. Byrd may be the hottest thing out here right now and he’s making the most out of it.
THE BEST ENDING
Byrd immediately jumps up and turns immediately towards the entrance ramp along with the rest of the crowd as they hear the GOD of HOW’s theme song hitting the PA entrance.
Clay looks around him and the cameras capture as we see the EPU surround the ring.
Joe Hoffman: There is literally NO WHERE for Kostoff to escape here. The EPU have the ring surrounded. We know Kostoff is NOT under a mask as he is literally still lying in the middle of the ring. Man oh man I would hate to be Kostoff right now.
UNDEAD continues to play on the PA but there is still no sight of the GOD of HOW.
Joe Hoffman: Wait….what is going on here?
Very quickly four members of the EPU slide into the ring and surround Kostoff….and inadvertently….Clay Byrd.
The HOTv champion turns and sees that he is caught in the middle of the EPU men.
With UNDEAD continuing to play over the PA system the EPU jump into motion.
The four men DO NOT attack Kostoff but instead go directly for the HOTv Champion. The member of the Highwaymen quickly knocks two of the men off of him and then a second wave of EPU agents rush into the ring and begin beating down Byrd.
The crowd erupts into cheers as cameras quickly pivot to show Bergman, Solex and Harrison all rushing down the entrance ramp.
They are quickly cut off by several members of the EPU and they begin brawling on the entrance ramp.
Back in the ring we see one of the agents lift Byrd up with the help of some other EPU agents and he drives Byrd down hard to the canvas with a musclebuster.
Four members of the EPU stand tall over Byrd as we turn back towards the entrance ramp where we see the Highwaymen start to get the upper hand on the EPU but that is short lived.
Joe Hoffman: THE BOARD!!!!!!!!
Stronk, Jace and America stand tall over the fallen Highwaymen….dented steel chairs in their hands.
We see them smiling and they point towards the ring.
The EPU agents slowly take off their helmets and the crowd is immediately in shock.
Joe Hoffman: BOB GRENEIR. JAM G. WARRICK HILL. THE WIZARD. OCW JUST TOOK OUT OUR HIGH OCTANE TELEVISION CHAMPION AND THE BOARD JUST LAID WASTE TO THE HIGHWAYMEN AND WE ARE OUTTA TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The screen goes to black as we see the Board and OCW smiling at each other as they stand tall.