Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 31, 2018 7:13:59 GMT
SCOTT STEVENS © vs. SCOTT DOUGLAS with GUEST REFEREE JACK HARMEN
Cut back to the boys in the booth.
Angus:
Time for Scott Douglas to rid us of this GORRAM boil on the balls of DEFIANCE!
DDK:
I suppose that is one way to editorialize it, Angus. Folks, it’s time for the main event where, as alluded to by my partner, “Sub Pop” Scott Douglas will challenge the FIST of DEFIANCE, Scott Stevens.
Angus:
Only problem is here Harmen! Speaking of which … have you seen my keys, Keebs!?
DDK:
He very well could be an obstacle in Douglas’ road to victory … as he is BOTH in league with the Occupation as well as tonight's ... Special Guest Referee. Let’s take a look back at how this all got started!
Cut to a video package.
DEFtv106, THE BRUV SHOW; The ring is littered with poster sized pictures of Scott Stevens and his new FIST of DEFIANCE title. Flash Forward. THE Jay Harvey and Jack Harmen in the ring. Flash Forward. Stevens in the ring, mic in hand. His voice affected with a heavy reverb as the accompanying music swells behind his comments.
Scott Stevens:
Jack Harmen just brought to my attention a man I have overlooked that is very worthy of challenging me for The FIST of DEFIANCE and that man goes by the name of Scott Douglas!
DDK:
Wait….what?
Angus:
Isn’t Douglas hurt, Keebs?
DEFtv106, MAIN EVENT; Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand.
Scott Stevens:
I said you'd wrestle in the main event. You really didn’t think you would be facing me, now did you, Douglas?
Stevens grins devilishly as the Faithful explode in a chorus of discontent.
Jump Cut.
Scott Stevens:
Before you get me in the ring, I need a demonstration, from you, to prove you are worthy… isn’t that right, Mr. Harmen?
Cut to Jack Harmen and Scott Douglas in the ring sizing one another up. Flash Forward to the end of the match, Harmen stumbles out of the corner holding his head as Scott Douglas schoolboys him, and with a handful of tights ...
DDK:
DOUGLAS WITH A SCHOOL BOY!
ONE
DDK:
DOUGLAS WITH THE TIGHTS! NO RULES ANGUS!
TWO
DDK:
NO RULES!
THREE
Angus:
He… He did it!
DDK:
Oh God! And now he’s going to pay for it!
Jay Harvey, Scott, Bo and George Stevens all hit the ring. Mark Shields exits the ring as the beating commences. Several quick cuts show to destruction handed out to Douglas as Darren’s commentary echo’s over the clip.
DDK:
… Dear God Angus. This is decimation. Mikey Unlikely led an Invasion ... this, this ... this is an occupation!
The original music fades out with Darren’s cryptic statement as audio fades up with the next clip, before picking up pace in an instant.
DEFtv108, SCOTT DOUGLAS vs. JACK HARMEN, REMATCH; Several clips from the match are shown in quick succession. Mostly Harmen on the attack, a few with Douglas. Each clip a short glimpse into the timeline of what was shaping up to be a classic bout until - the music drops off completely and its place is no more than a low frequency bass note. In slow motion, Scott Douglas executes the Sub Pop Suplex.
DDK:
CENTER OF THE RING! THIS COULD BE IT ANGUS!
Douglas struggles to make a pin.
DDK:
WAIT NO!
Blindsiding Kerry Kuroyama, on the outside of the ring, are Bo and George Stevens, the larger Stevens clan member sending Kerry sprawling face first into the unprotected corner turnbuckle post. Douglas stands, staring slackjaw’d at the Stevens Bros, which is just enough time…
Angus:
WATCH OU-
Scott Stevens spins Scott Douglas around, and hits him with a Toxic Sting. Benny Doyle rushes toward the corner timekeeper’s table, and shouts to ring the bell.
Flash Forward. The Occupation stand on the rampway stage. Douglas can barely stand in the ring but lets out a declaration.
Douglas:
DEFIANCE ROAD!! … It’s PUT UP OR SHUT UP, SCOTT! …. TITLE or NOT! I WANT YOU!
Flash Forward.
Scott Stevens and Jack Harmen backstage, the same night.
Stevens:
Not ONLY will I give you your match at DEFIANCE ROAD … BUT it will ALSO be for the FIST of DEFIANCE!
Flash Forward.
Stevens:
But I must warn you Scotty Boy … don’t mistake compassion for weakness! I may have allowed you to challenge for MY FIST of DEFIANCE, but the result will be the same…
The music echos off with Stevens’ last word and the package fades.
Cut to Darren Quimbey in the ring. Jack Harmen already stands in the ring, wearing a trademark referee shirt.
Angus:
What the hell, oh, right, the deck is stacked.
DDK:
If Jack Harmen told me the truth earlier, he’s going to call this one down the middle, Angus. It’s why he doesn’t want any pomp or circumstance for his entrance. He said he’s “just another zebra tonight.”
Angus:
My ass...
Darren Quimbey:
This match, is your MAIN EVENT! And it is for the FIST… of DEFIANCE!
There’s a loud roar from the Faithful.
Darren Quimbey:
Introducing the challenger …
♫ Smiling and Dyin’ - Green River ♫
The Faithful ignite at the sound of the incredibly familiar Green River song. The whining feedback accompanied by distorted and unintelligible vocals wallahs opens the track before giving way to the grunge tinged blue lick.
♫ Only you make the grey skies black … ♫
Darren Quimbey:
… weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds … from Seattle, Washington …
♫ Only you make the grey skies black … ♫
Darren Quimbey:
“SUB POP” … SCOTT … DOOOOUUGGGLLLAAAASSS!!!
♫ Only you make the grey skies black … ♫
As the grunge tune kicks into full gear, Scott Douglas comes through the curtain as the repetitive lyrics finally find their way into new territory.
♫ So why do I keep coming back … ? ♫
He takes his place center stage as the Faithful bask him in admiration; cheering, screaming and singing along with the aging record playing over the loudspeaker. His ring gear is the same as it ever was; tattered cut off jean shorts - just below the knee, hand cut black t-shirt dawning the SUB POP record label logo, a leather jacket and of course a bare of black combat style boots - half laced, that have seen better days.
♫ Misery loves company baby ♫
Douglas throws a single arm up, to a uproarious pop from the paying audience filling the Wrestle-Plex.
Angus:
The NEW CHAMP is here!
Scott skips any further fanfare, slipping out of his leather jacket and dropping it to the stage before heading down to the ring.
DDK:
Didn’t you say something about counting chickens before the hatched earlier tonight?
Douglas hops from ringside placing a knee on the apron and then enters the ring. Keeping a watchful eye on Jack Harmen as he takes his place in his corner.
Angus:
I don’t listen when I speak, Keebs! Get with the program! NEW CHAMP! I’m calling it RIGHT NOW!
Douglas’ theme slowly fades down as Darren Quimby takes his place back in the center of the ring for the announcement of the champion.
DDK:
I’m just as happy to see the Occupation dethroned as anyone else, Angus but … Scott Douglas has the cards stacked against him tonight with Jack Harmen as the special guest referee!
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent …
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a rock classic begins.
♫ “We Will Rock You” by Queen♫
The song plays throughout the arena and the Faithful get hyped from the song as they sing along and clap to the beat of the song.
Angus:
Stevens pandering to the Faithful because after he loses he’ll be right back where he belongs.
DDK:
Where’s that?
Angus:
In the fucking garbage, Keebs.
The slow bellow of the guitar hits as the video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The cheers that had once filled the arena quickly turn into jeers. The Faithful know who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the final image that is displayed across the screen is a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.as
♫ “We Are The Champions” by Queen ♫
Darren Quimbey:
From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds, the reigning FIST of DEFIANCE!!! …SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain with George, cousin Bo and Cary Stevens in tow, and as soon as he does golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he thrust up his arms to soak in the moment. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers as he simply points to the championship around his waist.
DDK:
Stevens reminding the Faithful that he’s the champion.
Angus:
For a few moments longer, Keebs! Then this nightmare will be over and Kelly can get that gold polished and fitted with a new leather strap to disinfect and erase the stench of that inbred hick’s reign.
The FIST slowly makes his way around the ring not taking his eyes off of his opponent until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd before closing his eyes, tilting his head back and throwing his arms into the air as he smells victory in the air before dropping to the canvas.
The bell rings to signal the official ring introduction for tonight’s Main Event as Darren Quimbey makes his way to the center of the ring.
DING DING DING
Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is set for one fall with a one hour time limit… AND IT IS FOR THE FIST of DEFIANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!
The Faithful erupt with cheers as Quimbey looks to his left.
Darren Quimbey:
Standing to my left he is the challenger and number one contender, he is…..“SUB POP” … SCOTT … DOOOOUUGGGLLLAAAASSS!!!
Douglas raises a fist with his other hand lightly grazing his ribs, to acknowledge the Faithful and not draw attention to the persistent injury.
Angus:
New Champ, Keebs!!!
Quimbey turns to his right as the man dripping in gold cracks his neck and hops in place to loosen up as he awaits his introduction
Darren Quimbey:
Standing to my right, THE REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED! FIST of DEFIANCE CHAMPION!!! …HE IS SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Upon hearing his name Stevens rips the FIST from around his waist and holds it into the air with his left hand while doing the throat slash gesture with his right as he stares daggers into Scott Douglas.
DDK:
Stevens looks focused.
Angus:
It’s a mask, Keebs. I smelt something when he came out and that smell was a combination of piss and Catalina’s pu --
DDK:
ANGUS!
Stevens hands Harmen the FIST who holds it high into the air for the world to see. He hesitates a moment as he looks at his own reflection in the FIST itself, before handing it over to the time keeper.
DDK:
We are about to be… wait, what’s this … ?
Harmen goes over to the ropes and points to George, Bo, and Cary Stevens and tells them they have to head to the back and the Faithful go ballistic. Scott Stevens is livid as his family members protest on the outside. Harmen doesn’t let up, demanding the exit the ringside area.
Angus:[cackling loudly]
New champ! I’m about to be a rich man tonight!
DDK:
This is extremely unexpected! Jack Harmen is sending the Stevens Dynasty to the back.
Angus:
I love it. Unless this is all some elaborate ruse, then I hate it!
A rare smirk forms over the face of Scott Douglas as the championship entourage is sent packing. Cary leads the way of the two confused Stevens brothers. Douglas leans against a turnbuckle as Stevens attempts to get in Harmen’s face.
DDK:
Stevens is livid and he’s letting Harmen know about it..
Angus:
Boo-freaking-hoo, Keebs.
Harmen tries to calm Scott down, but Stevens just continues complaining. Harmen let’s him rattle on for moment before he just yawns in Scott’s face and then turns to put a quick end to it all by signaling for the bell.
DING DING
DDK:
And here we go!
Scott Douglas comes up out of his corner at the sound of the bell, while Scott Stevens is taken aback. He looks to Harmen, confused and angry … but Harmen simply motions for him to get to the match. As Stevens and Harmen continue to have a one sided argument, Douglas takes advantage of the situation by rolling up Stevens.
DDK:
Schoolboy! Schoolboy!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Stevens is able to get out at the count of two and gets up only for Douglas to sweep the legs and roll into a jackknife cover.
ONE!
TWO!.
NO!
DDK:
Two near falls in the opening minutes of this championship contest. Scott Stevens may have taken his eyes off the prize … and it nearly cost him.
Stevens continues to have words with Harmen as he circles Douglas before the two lockup and Stevens immediately throws him down with force.
DDK:
Stevens, though many things could be said about him, his raw power can’t be denied!
Angus:
He’s no HOSS! THE GORRAM END!
Douglas gets to his feet and the two lock horns once more and this time the FIST shows his technical wrestling skills by twisting out of the tie up and delivering a knee to the stomach of Douglas; which causes him to drop to a knee, gasping for air.
DDK:
Scott Douglas has long been suffering from bruised ribs … a shot like that certainly lessens his chances to win this one.
Stevens delivers a stiff kick to the side of Douglas before yanking him to his feet and throwing him into the nearest corner with all his might.
DDK:
What a thunderous Irish whip into the corner.
Angus:
Come on, SCOTTY!
Stevens immediately follows up the attack with a jumping body splash in the corner.
DDK:
Flying Splash by Stevens and the Texan hasn’t let up on those injured ribs.
Stevens begins unloading lefts and rights into the sides of Douglas as Sub Pop does his best to cover up but the FIST’s hands of stone deliver pain with each blow.
Angus:
Get out of the GORRAM corner!
Stevens delivers a European uppercut which causes spit to fly out of the mouth of Douglas. The recoil causes the challenger to stagger forward right into a waiting FIST. Stevens lifts him into the air and delivers a brutal gut buster.
DDK:
The wind, if there were any left, has been knocked out of Scott Douglas’ sails with that gut buster … COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
Angus:
Kickout! Kickout!
THR --.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Douglas is able to get his foot on the bottom rope before Harmen’s hand hit three. Stevens jumps up ballistic and gets into the face of Jack Harmen. Harmen waits him out like a petulant child, and once the temper tantrum has subsided, raises two fingers to Stevens. The Faithful cheer as Douglas rolls Stevens up from behind.
ONE!
Angus:
YEEEEES!
TWO!
Kickout by Stevens. Harmen raises two fingers, having counted the same each time.
DDK:
The resiliency of Douglas is amazing! Injured ribs and all and he’s still with the ring awareness to take advantage of Stevens’ hot headiness.
Angus:
It doesn’t take much to make a fool out of an ass!
DDK:
If Stevens continues to get in Harmen’s face like this … it could cost him.
Angus:
Unless that’s their plan … He’s gonna get himself DQ’d, Keebs! That little BASTARD!
As Douglas scrambles to his feet he is met with a clothesline that sends him back to the canvas and the Texan begins to deliver stomps to the body and face of Douglas. Stevens puts his boot across the neck of Douglas and Harmen begins his five count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV --
Stevens raises his foot up.
Scott Stevens:
Shut up! I know I have until five!
Stevens yells at Harmen. Harmen is unfazed.
DDK:
I’m not so sure about that, partner. Jack Harmen has called this match right down the middle thus far! Needless to say Stevens isn’t liking it!
Stevens takes a step back and delivers a side kick to the ribs of Douglas before following it up with a kick to the spine.
DDK:
You can hear the sickening sound throughout the arena!
Stevens picks up Douglas and whips him into the turnbuckles once more and goes to the side opposite of him. The FIST measures him and takes off running towards Douglas, but Seattle’s Favorite Son is able to move out of the way and Stevens collides head first with the turnbuckle. The paying audience ignites at the collision.
DDK:
Stevens missed! Stevens missed! He’s dazed!
Angus:
Come on, Douglas! Make DEFIANCE proud!
Stevens staggers backwards holding his face and Scott Douglas with every ounce of strength he can muster grabs the FIST by the waist and delivers and overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Stevens over the top rope and crashing to the ringside floor.
DDK:
Oh my!
Angus:
Holy shit!
Douglas collapses to the canvas as he begins to catch his breath and Harmen begins his mandatory ten count.
ONE
Douglas climbs to one knee.
TWO
Angus:
Damnit, this can’t end like this!
THREE
DDK:
Surely, not the outcome ANYONE wants to see but needless to say a title does not change hands on a disqualification.
FOUR
Angus:
Then why the HELL did you say it!?
FIVE
Douglas, having caught his breathe, gets back to his feet and darts the far side of the ring and ricochets off of the ropes.
SI --
Jack Harmen stops his count as he is taken by surprise by the human body flying past him. Scott leaps and flings himself headlong over the top rope barely making the rotation and landing on the FIST just as he made it back to vertical stance.
DDK:
Douglas flys!
The pair crash back to the floor and Harmen hesitates, wanting to jump out himself, but restarts the count.
Angus:
I said it earlier tonight and I’ll say it again - I hate flippy shit but I’m not mad at Stevens catching the impact!
ONE
DDK:
I don’t know if you can say Scott Stevens took ALL of that one, partner!
TWO
DDK:
Scott Douglas has to be feeling that one as well!
THREE
The pair of Scotts stir on the ringside floor but neither man looks in the condition to stand on his own volition.
FOUR
Harmen looks uneasy as the count continues to rise … but he continues nonetheless.
FIVE
DDK:
And I think this may prove my point! I’m not sure Scott Douglas thought this strategy out!
SIX
Angus:
Flippydoo nonsenseary aside, Keebs … that’s what I love about this greasy son of a bitch! HE DOESN’T THINK! He GORRAM FIGHTS!
SEVEN
The count continues and Harmen doesn’t look pleased with a double count out as a possible outcome. Hesitantly, his hand goes up once again.
EIGHT
On the floor, Stevens has made it to a knee and is giving his all to put both feet back under him. His forearm planted firmly on the apron for leverage. Douglas, has seemingly crawled the wrong direction as he drags himself upward by the guardrail. Neither seem to truly have their faculties about them and seem to be operating on sheer instinct.
Angus:
This can’t end like this, Keebs!
Harmen, once again holds his hand up - his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. He begins to call it out.
NIN --
But he’s had enough. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Scott Stevens by the tights and head and rolls him back into the ring. The Faithful rain down a chorus of boo’s and expletive laden discontent.
Angus:
NO! NO! I’m going …
DDK:
Stay put! There is no need for you to find yourself beaten and bruised in the morning, Angus.
Angus:
For starters … I was going to go double key his rental. Secondly, I have a healthy drinking habit … I wake up beaten and bruised constantly!
As Angus glibly down plays his potential drinking problem and serial vandalism, Jack Harmen has now turned his attention to Scott Douglas. The former SoHer, with one hand gripping his bruised ribs, is being held up by nothing more than the guardrail.
The capacity crowd, filling the Wrestle-Plex, know that nothing good can come of this situation. A few closest to Scott, pat the fallen former champion on the back encouragingly as select others foolishly reach out toward the approaching Lunatic. As he draws closer it’s obvious he the craziest of fan isn’t quite that steadfast in their insanity as no hand touches him. He grabs Scott Douglas, similarly to Stevens, spinning him around as the Faithful wait with baited breath.
DDK:
This can’t be good!
Harmon, with DEFIANCE’S Favorite Son in hand, stops for moment - looks up and takes in the moment. White heat. An electric crowd but nearly silent at the same time.
Angus:
I SWEAR to GORRAM GOD …
The moment is fleeting and Harmen’s mind is clearly already made up. He tosses Douglas forward on to the apron and into the ring. The previously silent crowd explodes as Harmen insures this match to continue.
DDK:
I … I can’t believe what I’m seeing!
Angus:
… did you say keying!?
Harmen heads back into the ring as the battle worn pair of Scotts have; at least enough wits about them to have crawled and propped themselves in separate and opposing corners. Scott Stevens seems to be parsing together what has taken place and looks none too happy about it. He leers at the returning Harmen but his attention is soon snatched away by the challenger.
Scott, with one hand wrapped around his midsection and the other gripping the top rope: is slowly craning himself back to an upright position. Stevens, follows suit and with the aid of both hands, pulls himself up in a much more efficient manner. The stare down from across the ring begins.
DDK:
Who will make the first move, Angus!?
The tension builds as the entirety of the Wrestle-Plex are firmly on their feet.
LED flashes from cameras and cell phones alike spike the white balance of the broadcast cameras as both men go from being turnbuckle supported to standing freely. Their movement posterized by the flashing disturbance.
Angus:
This is it, Keebs! THIS IS DEFIANCE GOD DAMNIT!
The men in the ring appear in nearly slow motion as the competitors gage one another, each looking for that moment, that opportunity … that slight slip from the other.
Jack Harmen, slowly positions himself; his back against a neutral corner but closer to the center of the ring then the dueling Scotts. He, in the same dramatic posterized time - brings his right arm up toward his face and with his free hand. Extends his index finger and … taps at his wrist.
Jack Harmen:
Clocks ticking, boys!
DDK:
Wait, is there a time limit?
Angus:
I dunno. Harmen probably just wants to make sure he returns his recently keyed … sorry, doubled keyed … car to the rental shop before they close tonight.
The photography based flashing slowly trickles down a few randoms here and there is a sea of chanting Faithful.
SUB POP SCOTT
SUB POP SCOTT
SUB POP SCOTT
Scott Stevens takes a meer notice of the crowd but as he rolls his head and cracks his neck - his eyes tell the story. Focus.
On the other side of the ring, the ailing Scott Douglas rolls his shoulder a bit as he drops the arm previously babying his abdomen.
Scott steps forward. Both of them. One step leads to a sprint toward the other and in the center of the ring the two clash as Angus cries out.
Angus:
TAKE HIS MUTHAFUCKING HEAD OFF!
Obviously, his words of encouragement are meant for Douglas rather then Stevens … and he is disappointed.
Angus:
DAMNIT!
As the two nearly collide, Stevens throws a vicious lariat that Scott Douglas narrowly ducks … he spins and plants his feet for but a moment. The cameras flash once again and everything moves under the posterized effect of a strobe light.
DDK:
STANDING SIDE KICK!
The kick clips Scott Stevens directly in the jaw and the champ goes down. Harmen is wide eyed, less over the maneuver and more over the fact Douglas isn’t making a cover. Rather, “Sub Pop” reaches down and begins to pull the FIST of DEFIANCE up from the mat.
Angus:
What in the flying FUCK!?
DDK:
It's that … ambulance we saw earlier.
The DEFiatron shows the video of the ambulance in flames with the door hinges hanging to the side. Douglas let’s go of Stevens and his attention is turned to the screen. Harmen questions him until Douglas slowly raises a hand to point to the screen …
Harmen turns to see an ominous shadow on the ground, flickering from the lights of the flames. The Lunatic cocks his head like a confused puppy just as the video quickly turns to static.
Harmen looks back to Douglas - Douglas to Harmen. Both clearly expect the other of some fuckery. From one another - back to the screen as the static gives way to a close up of a pair of eyes.
Closed eyes but … rapidly twitching.
Angus:
I SAY AGAIN! WHAT THE FUCK!?
Just as they appeared, the closed eyes snap open to reveal pink irises, just before …
LIGHTS OUT!
Angus:
GOD DAMNIT! It’s the Reapers! It’s the REAPERS back to SCREW Scott Douglas AGAIN!
Angus screams in the dark as the lights return and Crimson Lord stands on the ring apron appearing far different than the last time the audience has seen him.
Clad in nothing more than a hospital gown, his hair now cropped with a distinct widows peak and a dark pink and white tint to it’s hue. His large mutton chops framing a horseshoe mustache from a time forgotten and a soul patch as the exclamation point to this new pink and white look.
His face, though identifiable, slightly obscured by black and red face paint around his eyes. He appears bigger than before. More vascular. Somehow … more intense.
DDK:
I can only pray … this … this - MONSTER! … has not aligned himself with The Occupation!
Crimson Lord reaches out from the apron toward a dumbfounded Scott Douglas, nearly gripping his throat before …
DDK:
Harmen! Harmen jumped in the way!
Harmon elbows Douglas out of the way and finds himself in the clutches of the reborn monster. Crimson Lord doesn’t look content with his catch of the day as Harmen reaches up grabbing his wrist by both hands. The Lunatic begins to pull this death grip away from his neck as Douglas steps forward to help.
Angus:
DAMNIT, SCOTT! Kick this FRANKENSTEIN FUCK TOO! AND lets get this W!!
DDK:
Actually, Angus… Frankenstein was the doctor and …
Crimson Lord pulls free of Harmen’s grip of his wrists. The two former foes inside the ring lunge toward the monster as Crimson Lord brings down both fists on the pair. Jack Harmen, shoving Scott Douglas out of the way, takes the brunt of the punishment - and crashes to the mat; next to the ropes.
Angus:
ACTUALLY … Shut the fuck up, Keebs! HOLD ON! IS THAT … !?
The camera stay fixed on the action unfolding in the ring.
DDK:
Can I talk …
But the Faithful clearly have noticed something happening.
Angus:
WHAT!?
A figure dashes to ringside and the Faithful take notice with an uproarious pop that nearly shakes the building.
DDK:
OSCAR BURNS! OSCAR BURNS!
Oscar grabs the hospital gown clad Lord by his ankles and yanks him from the ring apron; sending him crashing down face first. The effects seems less than damaging as Crimson Lord turns around and squares up with his former opponent and the MOST recent former FIST of DEFIANCE.
DDK:
This is chaos!
Crimson Lord swings for the smaller Burns and lands a solid right - but with the Faithful clearly behind him, Burns fires back.
Inside the ring, Douglas looks on in confusion. Harmen is down, a war has reignited on the outside and Stevens has recovered and ...
DDK:
TOXIC STING! TOXIC STING! Out of nowhere!
Steven’s makes the cover, but there is no one there to count it. Stevens looks up and finally takes notice of Jack Harmen struggling to shake off the effects near the corner. Rather then attempt to help his stable mate, Stevens drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. Opposite of Crimson Lord and Oscar Burns.
Angus:
What the hell is this little piece of shit doing!?
DDK:
I don’t know but Crimson Lord and Oscar Burns are getting a little too close for comfort!
The camera cuts to the rampway and sure enough, the pair - continuously trading blows, have worked their way up toward the stage. Now only a few feet away from commentary, the tit for tat has not slowed. The two freshly returned and clearly well rested men have the energy and determination to go. The time away surely hasn’t given either any perspective or forgiving understanding toward one another.
DDK:
I don’t know if this ends well for us, Angus!
The brawling continues as they near the entrance curtain, Crimson Lord throws a huge lariat with the intent of taking Oscar’s head off. Oscar ducks under - positioning his back to the ring. Crimson turns around and Burns throws both hands at him - checking him in the chest and putting Lord off balance. He quickly follows up with a slight step back and a leaping forearm forward that send both men beyond the curtain and out of view.
DDK:
That was a close one!
Angus:
SON OF A BITCH!
Inside the ring, Stevens has returned with a steel chair in hand. Douglas is still laid out in the center of the ring. Stevens wields the chair, upside down, by it’s legs and drives into Sup Pops lower back. He comes to, in pain and instinctively rolls over only to catch the same into his injured ribs. Scott presses his forearm against his midsection as he sits up - attempting to relieve the pain only to look up and realize Scott Stevens now has the chair cocked above his head ready to swing for the fences.
DDK:
This may be all she wrote for Scott Douglas!
Steven’s swings but no - he finds himself stuck.
Angus:
HOLY SHIT! HARMEN! THAT KEYED UP RENTAL CAR SON OF A GUN!
Harmen, now back on his feet, snatches the chair from Scott Stevens and drops it over the top rope. As it clangs on the ring floor - Stevens turns and much as the match started gets in the Lunatic’s face. This time he’s extremely angry and he wants Harmen to know it. He pushes him.
Angus:
He’s trying to get DQ’d! This was their plan all along… I knew it!
Angus is focused on the ring but Darren was no fan of the action drawing so close to their broadcast position - and his attention is clearly on his own safety. The curtains flap and it appears Crimson Lord and Oscar Burns have not made it very far and are still at each other's throats.
DDK:
They’re back!
Inside the ring, Harmen warns Stevens for the push but doesn’t retaliate. Stevens gets cocky and pushes Harmen again. The Lunatic’s back grazes the ring ropes, with his head cocked to the right - trying to hold back his temper and remain as impartial as possible. He puts up a palm and places his other hand as if he was cutting it in half, and makes a small sawing motion.
On the stage, what was assumed to be Crimson Lord and Oscar Bruns still duking it out in the vicinity turns out to be George and Bo Stevens attempting to make their way to the ring. Although, they’ve found an obstacle to that pursuit. Kerry Kuroyama.
George and Bo, clearly think they’ve quelled the Kerry threat before parting the curtains and make their way onto the stage with little more than a broken sweat. But quickly rushes through the curtain and attacks from behind. Darren is aghast as he has just traded a one on one threat for a two on one … and he and Angus are still in the line of fire to become collateral damage.
DDK:
Oh no …
In the ring, Stevens’ gawl grows exponentially as he jaw jacks Harmen… until Jack has had enough. He turns toward Stevens and pushes him back, the force sends Stevens staggering backward struggling to remain upright.
On the ramp, Kerry can’t keep up with both of the Stevens’ brothers and he is quickly finding himself on the losing end of the fight.
Angus:
Douglas … Douglas is up!
Sort of. He’s up enough to use Steven’s momentum and lack of balance against him. He rolls up the FIST and Jack Harmen makes the count.
ONE!
Angus:
This is it, Keebs!
DDK:
ANGUSSSS!!
TWO!
Angus:
HOLY SHIT! NEW FIST! NEW FI --
Stevens kicks out violently as the audio from the commentary booth is abruptly severed. The Faithful are destroyed by the near fall but also torn toward the thunderous crack onstage. For those who turned to see in time, caught a glimpse of George Stevens gorilla pressing Kerry Kuroyama, high into the air and send him crashing down onto the commentary table.
In the ring, Douglas’ attention is drawn to the action on the ramp and he realizes what the sound was and whose body caused it. Before he can process or react …
Stevens has popped to his feet, spins the challenger and …
Angus: [between burst of static]
GOD … AAMNIT!
DDK:
… OXIC … TING!
Darren attempts to call the move through the damaged headset, Angus curses through it … as Kerry Kuroyama’s seemingly lifeless body lays at their feet. The Steven’s Brothers pause at the top of the ramp as Scott makes the cover. Harmen, with clenched jaw and furrowed brow … yet no hesitation makes the count.
ONE!
The arena has fallen as silent as a large capacity venue can.
TWO!
The once hopeful eyes of front row are now empty.
THREE!!
The pinfall garners nearly no reaction. The crowd is left stunned as DEFIANCE’S Favorite Son could not get the job done.
Darren Quimbey:
Your winner … AND STILLLLLL FIST of DEFIIIIAAANNNCCCEEEEE!! SCOTT! … STEVENS!!!
With Quimbey’s announcement, the shock slowly begins to wear off and the ominous booing begins to rise. A few of the shriller voices stand out but are mostly unintelligible amongst the growing crowd noise. Those in the cheap seats are already headed for the parking lot and those in front row - look ready to riot.
The camera cuts quickly to the stage where George and Bo, now joined by Cary are headed to the ring to celebrate with Scott. Off to the left, in what once was the commentary booth - DEFmed are checking on Kerry Kuroyama as Darren attempts to deliver parting words for tonights proceedings.
DDK:
Ladies and gentle --
He stops abruptly as he and Angus both snatch their headsets off and sling them to the floor. Hands to their ears as if some burst of feedback became to much to bare too quickly. We’re left with nothing more than on camera audio as we cut back to the ring.
The remaining Faithful have already begun to litter the rings with what was left of their beers, sodas and nearly anything else with enough weight to be flung toward the ring. Jack Harmen, having retrieved the FIST of DEFIANCE title belt from the time keeper, hands it toward Scott Stevens.
Stevens takes his belt and with a devious smile on his face being motioning that Harmen raise his hand in victory. Harmen hesitates but compiles, although he isn’t enthusiastic about it. The second Stevens’ hand is in the air, Harmen brings Stevens in for a quick hug, whispering something in his ear. He smiles, lets go of Stevens’ and leaves him to celebrate with the Stevens’ clan, as he drops down and rolls out of the ring.
The copyright appears as the Stevens Dynasty, the largest portion of the Occupation, celebrate while dodging and batting down flying beer cups.
Fade.
THIS
IS
DEFIANCE