Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 31, 2018 7:27:12 GMT
FIST OF DEFIANCE: CAYLE MURRAY © VS. SCOTT STEVENS
DDK:
Welcome back folks. It’s main event time, and boy, this one’s troubling…
Angus:
We didn’t see everything that happened between Cayle Murray and Scott Stevens earlier tonight, but we know the mormon cunt laid the FIST out. This isn’t good, Keebs. Cayle’s already a wounded animal, and it’s hard to see him prospering after Stevens heaped even more punishment on him earlier.
DDK:
This may be the FIST’s biggest challenge yet, Angus, you’re right. Stevens made short work of his brother, Andy, the other week, and now holds all the advantages.
Angus:
Once again, all of our assholes are gonna be tighter than a nun’s youknowwhat for the duration Fuck Mikey Unlikely. Fuck this bounty. Fuck WrestleUTA.
♫ “Hellraiser” by Motorhead ♫
The slow bellow of the guitar hits and the cheers that filled the arena quickly turn into jeers of pure hatred. A group of security wearing #FUCKDEFIANCE t-shirts make their way down the stairs and Scott Stevens appears at the top, looking a little more pleased with himself than usual. As Stevens makes his way down the steps soda and food are thrown his way, but Stevens doesn’t lose his focus as the garbage hits him.
♫ “Red In Tooth And Claw” by Rosetta ♫
The FIST’s entrance theme erupts throughout the building, and the fans are in raptures as he appears against the perfect white backdrop. Decked out in championship attire, Cayle Murray walks down to the ring, full of bile. He’s all banged up from earlier on, with several strategically-placed bandages adorning his body. Nonetheless, he bumps fists on his way, then rolls under the bottom rope.
The two grapplers take their positions in the spotlight for customary championship-style intros.
Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the FIST of DEFIANCE! Introducing first, to my right, the challenger, from The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens jaws at Murray, mouthing off about what happened earlier. Cayle stays stoic.
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent! Hailing from Aberdeen, Scotland, and weighing in at 220lbs, he is the REIGNING, DEFENDING, FIST. OF. DEFIANCE… ‘STARBREAKER’ CAYLE MURRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Cayle throws the title in the air defiantly, then hands it over to Brian Slater. He knows he has one hell of a task on his hands.
DDK:
Here we go!
Angus:
Pleasedontlose, pleasedontlose, pleasedontlose…
The bell rings. Afterwards, the opening 4-5 minutes play out in typical fashion. There’s some cicling, some jostling, some poking & prodding, some grappling exchanges. Stevens wins most of these, given his size, power, and not-being-completely-beaten-the-fuck-up advantages, but Cayle uses his technique to slip and slide out of a couple.
Things pick up when Stevens breaks the pattern by tossing Cayle into the corner following one lock-up, then beating down on his midsection. Mudhole stomps send Cayle to his ass. Stevens chokes him with a boot, then gets called away by Slater, before taking Murray into the middle and working over his body.
Cayle eventually fights back, stinging the larger man with some trademark strikes. The first flurry goes to the body, then he goes upstairs. Stevens dodges a running Yakuza Kick, and attempts to boot Murray in the gut, but Cayle catches his leg and Dragon Screws him down. He starts working a kneelock, adopting a similar strategy to that used against Felton Bigsby and Chris Ross. Stevens, however, brute forces his way out of it.
DDK:
Stevens is all brawn here, and he’s looking good. He busted his way out of Cayle’s first big control period, and with the champion adopting a “grind ‘em down” approach, it’ll be interesting to see how this styles clash progresses.
The next couple of minutes see Stevens bludgeoning Cayle, much like he’d done to his brother a few weeks ago. Cayle gets a few licks in, though. He slips a couple of right and left hands, then blasts his challenger with a leaping Enzuigiri. A shotgun dropkick follows. With Stevens down in the corner, Cayle runs, hits him with a low dropkick to the face, then pulls him into the middle of the ring. He climbs for the Moonsault, but Stevens takes a powder.
Fans jeer as Scott takes a breather on the outside. Cayle’s not waiting, though. He dashes over to a different corner, climbs up, then dives all the way to the outside! A risky move given his physical condition, but it comes off.
Murray knows that this isn’t his environment. He goes back inside, taking his opponent with him. The FIST resumes working the leg first by booting it a couple of times, then trapping Scott in a Kneebar. Stevens gets to the ropes and rises to his feet, a little angered, and Cayle catches him with a couple of quickfire roll-ups for a set of near-falls. He gets a little over-enthusiastic, however, and Stevens catches him with the Double S Spinebuster on a rebound.
Angus:
Squid’s playing it smart, dive aside. A slow, focused assault on Stoovins, but the challenger just smashed him.
DDK:
A powerful Spinebuster, crippling the torso as we had the 10-minute mark. Let’s see what’s next!
The Texan is in full control. He tosses Cayle around the ring with reckless abandon. Mudhole stomps, mounted punches, boots, chokes, chops: we get ‘em all. Cayle catches him with another sneak roll-up for a two-count, but this only enrages Stevens further, prompting him to increase the intensity.
Murray gets thrown to the outside, where the bullying continues. The FIST is, in succession, whipped into the steps, tossed into the barricade, then slammed against the apron. Stevens rolls inside, rolls out to restart the 10-count, then DDT Cayle for good measure. He rolls back inside, arms outstretched, mocking the champ to a chorus of boos, calling for him to get inside. A broken, battered Murray does, breaking the count-out at eight.
Stevens continues working him over with a mix of strikes, transitional moves, then into a Sharpshooter. Cayle gets to the ropes. Scott laughs at this, seemingly enjoying himself, and slaps the FIST around before blasting him with a discus clothesline, then drilling him with the Scorpion Driver (sit-out Tombstone).
ONE!
TWO!
NO! KICKOUT!
Angus:
Shitting hell, that was close! Scott Stevens may be a complete bastard, but he’s all over the FIST here! Squidlord needs to get his shit together, sharpen up, and remember what he’s fighting for, because this ain’t going his way!
The challenger keeps it coming. The champ gets a few hope spots in that ignite the crowd, stunning Stevens with some strikes, but he’s still under pressure. Stevens whips him into a corner then follows with a Stinger Splash. Whips him again, Stinger. AGAIN, clothesline. This time Stevens lets Cayle stumble out then drives him into the mat with a bulldog.
Scott takes the champion in a headlock then pushes his fist into his bandaged forehead. Murray roars in pain, and is helpless as Stevens tears the bandages away, then stands up, booting him with a soccer kick to the skull. The challenger kicks the FIST with mocking softness, then turns around, mocking the hateful fans.
DDK:
He’s in complete control, but this may not be Stevens’ smartest move! You don’t want to give a competitor of Cayle’s heart, soul, and guts time to recover, because his track record shows he’ll almost certainly punish you for it!
A cutthroat gesture follows. Stevens is looking to end it. He lifts Cayle up then goes for the Toxic Sting, but Murray pushes his way out of it, skips behind, then lands a snap dragon suplex!
DDK:
SNAPDRAGON!
Angus:
There’s the momentum-shifter! C’mon, Cayle! Put this fucker in the dirt!
The match is dragging on. Cayle is exhausted. He can’t cover, but he’s up first. The seated Stevens gets hit with a sliding lariat. Murray then seizes his throat, locking in the Granite City Cross, before heading to the top rope for his trademark low-arcing Moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! SHOULDER UP!
Murray keeps the pressure. Stevens gets thrown to the ropes, then hit with a Shutthefuckuppercut! Penalty Kick! Back to the feet, Supernova Elbow! Cayle takes him in a front facelock, lifts, hangs…
DDK:
A SPOT OF BOTH--
Stevens counters out! DDT! Both men are down!
Angus:
Fuckin’ HELL, Keebs! What a goddamn match! The building his hot as hell!
The Faithful will Cayle to his feet, but Stevens is up first. He gets rolled into a flash small package but kicks out at two. Cayle then catches his boot with another Dragon Screw and rolls through into a Kneebar, but Stevens, after a prolonged struggle (and much damage) fights his way to his feet.
A wayward right hand reopens Cayle’s forehead wound. Still, the trade strikes back and forth. Stevens, forearm. Cayle, forearm. Stevens. Cayle. Stevens. Cayle. STEVENS. STEVENS. STEVENS>
Murray responds, but his blows are becoming increasingly weak. Stevens takes full advantage of this. After a big boot, the challenger nails three rolling suplexes, then switches it up with a German. Another follows. Having dealt serious damage, he takes Murray to the corner, throws his shoulder through the ‘buckles and into the ringpost, then drags him back to the middle, planting him with a Full Nelson Slam.
Cayle, dazed, crawls across the ring, but can’t escape. Stevens pulls him from the mat then blasts him with a monstrous Powerbomb!
Angus:
C’MON, CAYLE! FIGHT BACK! FIGHT THE FUCK BACK!
DDK:
I don’t think he CAN, Angus! It’s too much! The beatdowns, the injuries, the constant matches, week after week! No man can withstand such pressure!
Scott’s on his feet. He hits Cayle with a couple of European Uppercuts, then goes for the Toxic Sting again… Murray counters out! Headbutt! Forearm! European Uppercut! Stevens blasts back, rocking the fatigued champion, but Murray ducks a clothesline then sweeps the legs!
He hurriedly pulls Stevens up, going for GITB - the Ganso Bomb that broke Eric Dane’s neck! The crowd are MOLTEN!
NO. STEVENS GETS OUT OF IT.
TOXIC STING.
Angus:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DDK:
HE HIT IT! STEVENS HIT THE STING!
ONE!
TWO!
… THREE?!?
The bell rings simultaneously with Brian’s hand hitting the mat.
Angus:
What the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--
DDK:
… ohmygod. Scott Stevens just pi--
Angus:
HE BEAT THE FUCKIN’ CHAMP! HE’S THE FIST! SCOTT STEVENS IS THE GORRAM FIST!
Shock.
Dismay.
Anger.
Fury.
They all buzz through the building.
DDK:
I can’t believe what we’ve just seen, Angus!
Stevens rushes over to the technical area, snatching the belt away from the staff.
Angus:
WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FU--
DDK:
HOLD ON…
Angus:
What, Keebs?! WHAT?!
Stevens is jubilant. Brian Slater, after conversing with the timekeeper, rushes back inside. He makes a b-line for the WrestleUTA man.
DDK:
I’m getting word from backstage… Angus, the time limit expired! IT’S A DRAW!
Angus:
… what?!
DDK:
JUST before Slater’s hand hit the mat for the third time, the limit hit 30 minutes! IT’S A TIE! CAYLE MURRAY REMAINS THE FIST!
Angus:
THANK THE FUCKIN’ HEAVENS ABOVE! YAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Slater relays the news to Stevens, interrupting his celebration. He ain’t fuckin’ happy, that’s for sure, but Cayle’s able to summon the last drop of adrenaline left in his tank, snatch the belt away from him, then roll to safety outside the ring.
Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been a ruled a TIME LIMIT DRAW. Therefore, STILL the FIST of DEFIANCE… CAAAYLE MURRRRRAAAAAAYYYYYY!
Angus:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The Texan is raging. He’s screaming bloody murder at the referee, then turns around, booting out at the turnbuckles, but there’s nothing he can do.
DDK:
Cayle Murray SURVIVES! Beaten from pillar to post throat, he nonetheless leaves with his awesome FIST reign in tract!
Angus:
Look at that fuckin’ dork, Stevens! He’s livid!
DDK:
He thought he was the champion, but no! Never underestimate Cayle Murray’s survivability! He didn’t WIN, and he took one hell of a beating, but THIS is why he’s the champ!
THIS WILL ALL BE OVER SOON.
♫ "Natural One" by The Folk Implosion blares over the sound system ♫
Angus:
What is this troll doing out here?!
DDK:
Jay Harvey making his way out onto the entrance ramp.
Jay Harvey and Catalina stand under the DEFiatron. The crowd turns their attention away from the victorious Cayle Murray, who has left the ring, and the pissed-off Scott Stevens, and they begin booing Harvey’s presence. Harvey smiles down the aisle with his eyes glued on Murray. Murray too has his eyes on Harvey.
THE Jay Harvey:
Well congratulations, CHAMP! I hope you didn’t think that tonight was the last of it… No, no, no. I assure you… this will ALL be over soon.
Murray looks perplexed as he stands by the ring, staring up at Harvey. The boys in the trailer cut to a shot behind the back of Murray and his view of Harvey. In a blink of an eye, we are back to Harvey on under the DEFiatron.
THE Jay Harvey:
In two weeks, I, THE Jay Harvey challenge you for the FIST of DEFIANCE!
The crowd does not like what they just heard and neither does Murray.
THE Jay Harvey:
You have fought so… valiantly, Cayle. Let me do you a favor and take that burden off your waist. I don’t even need your answer because… I already know it. You are a fighting champion, Cayle. I respect that. But THIS fight will be too much for you.
The crowd roars making Harvey chuckle.
THE Jay Harvey:
Take a good look you animals! You are looking at the NEXT FIST OF DEFIANCE!
Harvey’s music kicks back in and the two stare each other down once more. Harvey mouths something that can’t be picked up my microphones around him. We go back to the exhausted, battered Murray who is yelling at Harvey. We stay on Murray as credits hit your screen.
THIS
IS
DEFIANCE
WRESTLEUTA