Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 31, 2018 7:19:15 GMT
SCOTT DOUGLAS vs. SCOTT STEVENS
Cut to ringside, Darren Quimbey stands ready to announce the next match.
DDK:
Next up, Scott Douglas defends the Southern Heritage Championship!
Angus:
He beat McFuckass! He beat McFuckass Lite! What can’t this dirty karaoke signer do, Keebs!?
DDK:
… get you to lay off.
Angus:
Ahhh, no … no … no, you’ve got it all wrong, Keebs. It’s all in good fun! Scotty and me are tighter than bark on a tree!
DDK: [sighs
… as mentioned earlier tonight, this is Scott Stevens’ last contractual appearance here in DEFIANCE and as of this moment the negotiations between Stevens and the office are at a stalemate. Word is the recently returned, Kelly Evan’s was strongly against Scott Douglas defending the SoHer against Stevens here tonight but …
Angus:
… but Scotty is fighting champion! This McFuckass … what comes after Lite? … ULTRA!! Doesn’t stand a chance!
Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Southern HERRRRITAAAGE CHAMPIONSHHHHHIIPP!
♫ "Hellraiser" by Motorhead ♫
Quimbey:
Introducing first, the challenger, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounnnnds … Scotttttttt STEEEEVVVEEEEENNNNSSSSS!!!!
When you look up hatred in the dictionary there is only one man’s picture next to it and it’s “Everyone’s Favorite Texan.” The DEFIANCE Faithful hold nothing back in letting Stevens know how much they hate him. They chant his favorite chant but hatred is something he thrives on as there is no #FUCKDEFIANCE security, not today. Perhaps showing just how cocky Scott Stevens is, he comes out by himself focused and doesn’t let the chants get under his skin as he saunters to the ring expressionless and machine-esque.
Quimbey:
And his opponent …
♫ ”Smiling and Dyin’” - Green River ♫
The Faithful ignite at the sound of grunge once again playing over the Wrestle-Plex PA system.
Darren Quimbey:
From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds … The DEFIANCE WRESTLING SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION… “SUB POP” … SCOTT DOUUUGLAASSSSS!
Douglas takes the stage trailed by “The Idol” Terry Anderson.
DDK:
This Wrestle-Plex audience is on their feet for Seattle's Favorite Son!
Douglas looks out onto the crowd for a second from atop the stage. Same sleeveless black t-shirt, same cut off jeans, same scuffed boots and the SoHer draped over his shoulder. Scott glances toward Angus for a moment, just as Angus gives him a big thumbs up. Douglas gives him a respectable nod before heading to the ring; slapping some hands on the way down as Terry Anderson follows with a aged limp.
DDK: [to Angus]
… yeah, you two are REAL tight!
Angus:
Can it, Keebs!
Douglas reaches the ring and as he hands the title over to Benny Doyle; Scott Stevens attacks. The SoHer is caught off guard and sent reeling backward into the ropes. Benny Doyle, drops the title in the corner nearest the time keeper and frantically calls for the bell. Stevens follows through with brutally stiff European uppercuts or as he likes to call them, Debbie Does Dallas.
DING DING
Stevens has enough of an advantage to send Douglas for the ride. Sub Pop returns off the far ropes and across the ring, ducking a lariat. Douglas stops short, turns on a dime and leaps, grabbing Stevens on the way down for a running bulldog. Douglas springs to his feet and follows up with a short elbow drop to Stevens. Douglas bounces up from the recoil and impact flips Stevens on his back. The champ attempts a cover but the kick out is nearly instant.
Stevens, attempting to retake his vertical, is assisted by Douglas gripping his head. Douglas looks ready to continue his offensive but before he can Stevens throws a hand up.
DDK:
Scott Stevens gouging the eyes!
Angus:
DAMNIT, Doyle! Do I need to come do your job AGAIN!?
Douglas stumbles back, holding his hand to his irritated eye. Doyle attempts to reprimand Stevens but he all but shoves him off and goes after Douglas. The pair meet once again against the ropes - Stevens leans in grabbing the ropes and shoots the SoHer across the ring. Stevens follows closely behind and this time on the return Scott Douglas eats a Texas sized lariat. He lands on his shoulders and nearly cuts a flip. Stevens finds his balance and rushes in catching the SoHer’s heels as the crane back down from over his head.
Stevens ties up the SoHer quickly and makes the turn before Douglas even knows what is happening and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf. Unfortunately for Stevens, Douglas’ proximity to the ropes gives him the advantage to have the hold broken quickly. Or, at least in theory.
Angus:
Doyle if you don’t GORRAM --
Benny Doyle calls for the break but Stevens ignores him as the Faithful let their discontent with the proceedings be known. Doyle, with a look of frustration, begins the five count. Scott Stevens, of course, just bares down even more and refuses to let go right up to the cusp of FIVE. He lets loose of Douglas’ legs and lets them crash to the mat as he saunters across the ring, holding his hands up high - egging on the chorus of boo’s emanating from the paying audience.
Douglas struggles to his feet but requires the levage, to rise, and the assistance of the ropes, to remain there. Doyle admonishes Stevens on the other side of the ring as the former Tag Team Champion realizes Douglas is up. Douglas slides against the ropes back into a corner, still trying to get his legs under him. Stevens approaches and lays in a boot to Douglas bent knee before, with his back to Doyle, raking the eyes once again. Terry Anderson, at ring side, cries foul but Doyle doesn’t seem to register it. So the aging and ailing, Anderson, makes his way to and up the ring steps and Doyle takes notice.
Angus:
What is this old drunk doing up there!?
DDK:
OHHH! Scott Stevens, in full control here … just dragging Douglas’ eyes across that top rope!
Anderson, on the apron, meets face to face with Benny Doyle to protest the exact thing he is facilitating at the moment. On the other side of the ring, Stevens continues to lay in cheap shots to the nearly blinded SoHer. Douglas, throws a blind punch or two but nothing is anywhere near landing as Scott Stevens makes a big show out of easily swinging back and forth; effectively dodging the strike attempts.
The Faithful are not entertained and a select few even begin to throw trash into the ring. A nearly full beer sails through the air and whizs by Stevens head and he turns and grasps Douglas by the back of the head; the champs chin over the challenger shoulder.
DDK:
This could be …
Angus:
NO!! NO!!!
Douglas’ eyes are red and nearly swollen shut as Stevens begins to step forward with clear intentions to execute the Toxic Sting. Douglas, somehow, has the frame of mind to plant both hands on Stevens back and push him off at just the right moment. Steven’s momentum causes him to follow through and he lands, flat back and confused. The Faithful pop at Steven’s misfortune and the entire house is on there feet.
DDK:
SUP POP SCOTT is STILL in THIS!!
Doyle turns around at the sound of the bump and Anderson realizes he wasn’t making any head way and returns to ringside. As Stevens recovers on the matt, right hand on his lower back -- Douglas finds himself still propped up against the ropes. Benny Doyle checks on the clearly ailing champ to make sure he can continue.
Angus:
The hell is this now …
Angus is referring to the a clear shift in audience attention. The production department does what they can to figure it out but it’s not clear.
DDK:
I’m honestly not sure … but in the ring Scott Stevens is back up and …
Stevens rushes toward Douglas, who is still propped against the ropes.
DDK:
OH MY! HUGE LARIAT!
The force send Douglas flipping, backward, over the top rope and crashing down to the outside. Anderson rushes to his aide and given he isn’t all that fast -- the movement still remains to be the quickest “Idol” has ever been caught on camera in DEFIANCE. Douglas took a nasty spill but seemed to get his feet under him before crashing down. Anderson reaches him and after checking on him attempts to help him to his feet.
In the ring, Scott Stevens, again holds both arms upright and expects to bask in the WrestlePlex crowd’s distaste … but instead their attention, although briefly stolen back by Douglas’ hard way ring exit, seems to have shifted back to the commotion in the crowd. Stevens takes notice and starts manically looking around for who and/or what is stealing his thunder.
DDK:
Douglas looks bad … and official Benny Doyle begins the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THR --
LIGHTS OUT!
DDK:
What the …?
The lights return to reveal Codename: Reaper standing directly behind Scott Stevens, who currently is none the wiser. The Wrestle-Plex explodes with confusion, elation and just noise in general.
DDK:
REAPER! REAPER! Codename REAPER is in the ring with Scott Stevens!
Angus:
Not this shit again!
Reaper cocks his head and Stevens can sense something is off. Stevens acts quick and goes for a swing but it clocked before he can even connect. Stevens gets a few boot stomps as he escapes from the ring, Benny Doyle immediately calls for the bell.
DDK:
I can’t believe my eyes!
Angus:
Speaking of eyes… Reaper’s eyes aren’t lit. Just blackness.
Stevens keeps his eyes on the ring as he makes his way back up the ramp.
DING DING DING
Darren Quimbey:
And you winner … as a result of DIS .. qualification!! Scott! STEEEVVEEEEENNSSS!!!
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
DDK:
Well, Stevens will take the win here on his last night in DEFIANCE but I’d wager to say … this isn’t how he would have liked it to happen!
Angus:
And without the title!
Reaper turns his head back toward Scott Douglas; who is just coming to. Douglas grabs onto the middle rope and glances up and is shocked by what he sees. A switch seems to get flipped and Douglas jolts back into the ring. The SoHer takes one step toward Reaper and catches a Dropkick to the chest, sending him crashing into the turnbuckles.
The crowd is vicious and rains down boos as the remaining Scott is getting assaulted in the corner. A fury of fists and kicks is finished by a choke from Reaper’s boot. Douglas is fighting for breath as Reaper send his boot deeper and deeper into his throat.
DDK:
Reaper just mauling Scott Douglas! I feel like everytime we see Reapers I say this but .. can we get some security out here!?
Angus:
Haven’t these masked rejects tormented Scotty, enough!?
Codename: Reaper takes the boot from Douglas’ neck and walks to the center of the ring. Douglas is gasping, trying to get some air into his lungs. Douglas crawls toward Reaper showing that fighting spirit.
DDK:
Douglas needs to get out of there!
Reaper looks down at the injured Douglas, focusing all attention on him. Reaper moves back, bounces off the ropes and comes at Douglas landing a Football Punt style kick square in “Sub Pop’s” face.
A fan throws a soda cup into the ring and some of the contents splash on the men in the ring. Douglas is out cold and cameras get a shot of blood coming out of either Douglas’ nose of lip, either way there’s starting to be more and more.
DDK:
This is disgusting!
Angus:
And it’s about to get worse … Codename: CREAPER is taking off the mask!
Reaper stands dead center of the ring and uses both hands to go and remove the mask.
DDK:
WHAT?!
Angus:
It’s that fucking asshole Jay Harvey!
DDK:
It’s Jay Harvey! Jay Harvey is back in a DEFIANCE ring! I heard he moved on to another promotion!
Angus:
Well, fuck me ... he’s here now!
The Wrestle-Plex explodes in a massive boo that can be heard in New York. Jay Harvey is all smiles as he tosses the Reaper mask down on the lifeless body of Scott Douglas. The fans along ringside yell obscenities at Harvey and for good reason. Harvey yells at Darren Quimbey for a microphone.
Angus:
Why do people keep giving this shithead a mic?
Harvey is laughing as he stands directly over the beaten, bruised, and bloody body of Scott Douglas. He puts the microphone to his lips as the fans continue to show their hatred for him.
THE Jay Harvey:
Oh my lovely bunch of glue drinkers! Did you miss me? Haha!
BOO!
THE Jay Harvey:
Poor Scott Douglas… the guy on all the posters, all the TV promos for DEFIANCE. A few stitches and you’ll be as good as new.
Harvey looks down at Douglas he continues to scold him.
THE Jay Harvey:
You and me have some unfinished business. I will make your life a living hell until you give me what I want. I said it months ago… Like it or not, I’m not going anywhere and I’m going to get what I want…
Harvey, dressed as a Reaper from the neck down, drops the microphone on the fallen body of Scott Douglas and raises his right arm into the air. The Faithful continue to boo, Harvey, his actions and the Reaper trickery he used to make it all happen.
DDK:
Jay Harvey is making his claim for the Southern Heritage title!
Angus:
And for Scotty’s head … apparently! Not one of these mormon bastards should be allowed within a mile of DEFIANCE! For fuck sake, Keebs … we WON!
DDK:
As well as that may be … I’m sure this isn’t the last we, or Scott Douglas … have seen from Jay Harvey!
Camera zooms in on a tight shot of Harvey, looking around the sold out arena - booing and all but spitting on him. The look on his face makes it clear he loves every second of it.