Post by Jman2k3 on Sept 18, 2020 2:15:44 GMT
SCOTT STEVENS vs. PERFECTION
DDK:
Folks, we'll definitely try and get an update on the health of Uriel Cortez following that completely cowardly attack by Alvaro de Vargas with a fireball! But Lance, let's switch gears to our main event.
Lance:
It's been a beautiful one hundred ninety two weeks since the last time we saw one James 'Perfection' Witherhold…
DDK:
Not long enough. He should go for the longest non-appearance streak. Break a record, Jim.
Lance:
...Compete in the DEFIANCE ring and tonight we'll see him once again as he takes on Scott Stevens in our main event.
DDK:
Undeserving. This punk doesn't deserve to sit in the spotlight let alone be in DEFIANCE or for that sake wrestle Scott Stevens. I can't believe I'm still siding with Scott Stevens.
Lance:
2020 has been odd to say the least. For those who may not know, it was one Scott Stevens that demanded this match shortly after the events at Acts of DEFIANCE.
DDK:
Would you expect a coward like Perfection to demand a match?
Lance:
Absolutely not. I also didn't expect the former Ace to just walk away. Especially after Perfection screwed him out of winning The FIST. Mikey Unlikely was literally carried to victory, Keebs!
DDK:
It's called cheating!
Lance:
In any event, Scott Stevens has the opportunity to extract revenge here tonight. I don't think you're the only one who's excited at the prospect of Perfection getting his ass kicked, Keebs!
DDK:
Every single one of these Faithful want to see it happen! Can you blame them?
♫”Perfect Gentleman” by Helloween♫
The crowd immediately responds with jeers as the one and only Perfection exits from behind the curtain.
Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a time limit of twenty minutes!
Normally he’d raise his arms out and take in the crowd but not tonight. James makes his slow approach to the ring angered and hollering at fans closest to the ramp.
Darren Quimbey:
Making his way to the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from Hidden Hills, California- PERFECTION!
There is no doubt about it
I'm one of kind, baby
I am le d'Artagnan de coeur
As you may see, candy.
Lance:
Perfection is certainly wound-up tight tonight.
DDK:
Oh. You didn’t hear? Apparently Scott Stevens trashed Perf’s suit earlier when they bumped into each other in the back.
Lance:
Really?
DDK:
Yup! It’s probably one of the few times I can honestly say Scott Stevens did the world a service.
James is taking his sweet little time walking his way to the ring. At one point he even stops to chat up two females in the front row which causes a shift on his attitude.
DDK:
Hey, asshole! This is DEFIANCE not The Love Connection. Go do your job!
Lance:
He can't hear you, nor would he care if he could.
DDK:
I just want Stevens to slap him in his stupid smug face already.
It's taken some time but Witherhold has finally made his way up the steps and into the ring. His mood has shifted back to ridiculously pissed over the incident backstage.
I can't resist my own reflection
How would possible anyone (perfect)
'cause I am (perfect)
Yes I am (perfect)
Perfection stands and leans against the ropes facing towards the ramp. His ankles crossed over like he could give a damn. Carla Ferrari hesitantly goes over to pat down James who slides her a wink during the process.
Lance:
Perfection looks overly relaxed given the situation.
♫ “Dead Man Walking" by Crucifix ft. The Lacs ♫
Stevens walks out onto the ramp and is again met with a good amount of cheering behind him from The Faithful.
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds. Hailing! From Houston, Texas! Scott! Steveeennnnsss!
Scott pumps his arm in the air a few times before using it to point right at Perfection.
DDK:
Crowd is definitely rallied behind Stevens. Especially when it has to do with Perfection or Mikey Unlikely.
Lance:
And unlike Perfection, Stevens isn't wasting time to get to the ring. He's coming down that ramp with a purpose!
Stevens slaps the hand of a fan close to the ramp before picking up pace and sliding into the ring. That slide is enough time for James to ditch his relaxed pose on the far ropes and make a mad dash at Stevens.
DDK:
He's a damn vulture!
James is already swarming the side of Scott's head with boots. Stevens rolls to the corner but Perfection keeps laying in and now to the chest.
Lance:
A flurry of boots to Stevens right off the bat while referee Carla Ferrari is trying to pull Witherhold off. Perfection not laying off with… oh no. What is he doing here?
With the call out the camera cuts to Mikey Unlikely making his way casually to the ring and down the ramp.
DING DING
ONE!
Ferrari begins to count Perfection for the boots in the corner. Mikey takes off his FIST briefcase and latches it to the ring post opposite of where Perfection is. He's whistling as he makes his way to the side of the ring.
TWO!
Carla turns to yell at Perfection her finger right in his face.
Ferrari:
Break it up already or I will disqualify you!
Perfection:
Fuck off, cunt.
DDK:
Wow. Classy, James.
Lance:
What's Mikey doing under the ring?
Three!
DDK:
Trying to find his… hey- no!
Four!
DDK:
No!
Fi-
*CRACK!*
The crowd erupts with boo's as Ferrari goes down like a sack of potatoes. Mikey Unlikely stands over Carla smiling with a chair in hand. The sound boomed through the Wrestleplex so loud even Faithful closest are concerned about Ferrari's condition.
Lance:
JEEEEZUS! Mikey Unlikely has flattened Carla Ferrari!
DDK:
Hitting a female referee with a chair is low. Lower than low, Mikey! Disgusting.
With no hesitation Perfection spins out of the corner…
CRACK!
Another shot this time to a sitting Stevens whose head causes the seat portion to buckle in. The chair is useless now so Mikey tosses it to the outside. Perfection grabs the top rope and pushes the limp Ferrari out of the ring with the same boot. Her body makes a plop sound as she hits the floor.
Lance:
We need a medic!
DDK:
These two aren't going to stop unless someone helps- someone that isn't me!
Keebs is right. They have no intention of stopping. Perfection grabs Scott by the hair pulling him up but he's met by a good wad of spit to the face. The few Faithful in the front pop for the effort from Scott. It also makes James reel back a bit to wipe himself. A quick boot to the side of Stevens' head from Mikey quickly corrects that decision.
Lance:
Security? Anyone?
In that last request the crowd erupts in cheers. The boom is loud enough to make both Mikey and Perfection's heads swing around to see what the hell is going on.
DDK:
HOLD ON!
Lance:
CAYLE MURRAY IS HERE!
Cayle is making haste with referee Benny Doyle and an EMT behind him. Benny is calling for the bell.
DDK:
You heard what Cayle said earlier this evening - he’s got unfinished business with Mikey Unlikely… and here he is!
Lance:
The cavalry has arrived!
The timekeeper quickly takes notice of Benny’s call.
DING DING DING
Darren Quimbey: [from ringside]
Referee Benny Doyle has called a stop to this match. Your winner by disqualification- Scott Stevens!
DDK:
Get ‘em, Cayle!
Cayle slides into the ring. The EMT is catering to Ferrari that is almost starting to come back around. It's now Perfection who moves to one corner, Mikey Unlikely in the other begins to duck his head in between the ropes in case he needs to make a quick exit, and Cayle about to square up with both.
DDK:
Referee Benny Doyle now sliding in the ring and going over to check on Scott Stevens.
Lance:
And Murray looks like he’s jonesing for a fight!
Cayle allows the referee through to help Stevens on the mat. He eyes the two boys in the ring, balling his fists. The building pulses with bellicose energy.
DDK:
Mikey and Perfection look like they’re about to bail! Remember, Mikey tried to end Murray’s career during the old UTA invasion!
The former FIST screams for both evildoers to come at him. His eyes dart between both of them, mindful of an ambush, and he drags the toe of his boot across the canvas, drawing a metaphorical line in the sand.
Then just keeps looking down at it rather than at Mikey and Perfection.
A smile slowly creeps across his face. He shrugs.
And kicks Benny Doyle HARD between the legs.
DDK:
WHAT?!
Lance:
CAYLE JUST BOOTED BENNY!
DDK:
THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Now grinning from ear-to-ear, showing at least $10,000 worth of pristine dental work, Murray turns to Mikey and Perfection, his arms held out by his sides.
Lance:
… wait… is he?!
DDK:
No… NO NO NO NO!
And there it is.
The patented Manly Hug™.
The crowd is as shocked as the announcers and it has sucked the air right out of the Wrestleplex. Perfection breaks away, clapping obnoxiously, while Mikey directs Cayle towards Stevens. Murray smiles, pushing a finger in his own chest, mouthing what looks like “for me?!”
DDK:
This is repulsive, Lance! Has Cayle Murray - CAYLE MURRAY of all people - just… aligned… with Mikey and Perfection?!
Lance:
We haven’t even seen this guy since 2018, and now look at this!
As the arena turns to poison, Cayle pulls Stevens’ corpse up, slaps him across the face, then kicks him in the dick as well.
DDK:
Appalling! Absolutely appalling!
Lance:
I-- I can’t get my head around this, Keebs! Cayle Murray… with Mikey Unlikely and Perfection?!
♫"Live For The Night" by Krewella♫
Lance:
Pop Culture Phenoms have arrived and I hope it's not to join in on the current activities!
DDK:
Why wouldn’t it be, Lance? What have the PCPs shown you to make you think things would be any different? This is getting out of control. We need someone to come step up to all of these deplorables!
Elise Ares leads The D, Klein, Flex Kruger, and O-Face into a march down towards the ring. This time Mikey and friends aren’t looking to make a quick exit from the ring like before, they look legitimately confused. As the music cuts off Elise Ares spins a microphone around between her fingers with the word “STAR” flashing on her LED sunglasses resting on her head.
Elise Ares:
Oh, hey BBY!
She waves with a big smirk on her face. Inside the ring, Cayle Murray looks back to Mikey Unlikely as if he’s looking for some sort’ve direction. Perfection and Mikey begin shaking their heads. The chaos allows Scott Stevens, Carla Ferrari, and Benny Doyle to escape with help from the medical team to the outside of the ring. Without a mic, the FIST of DEFIANCE screams “What do you want?!” over the hushed, confused crowd.
Elise Ares:
The boys and I… and I guess O-Face, kinda, were backstage like LITERALLY just now talking and we were like “Oh wow, wouldn’t it be totes awesome to get the Sports Entertainment Guild back together again?” Then, what did you say again, D?
The D:
I was like “Oh, remember the time that Mikey totally took advantage of our title opportunities?”
Elise Ares:
That was it. I remember now, then I was TOTES like “And those times that Mikey sent us to go get our ass beat so that he’d save himself?”
The D:
Remember when they built a wall to keep us out of the locker room?
Elise and The D share an incredibly fake laugh with each other, reminiscing about the good times they’ve all had.
Elise Ares:
Those were the days, right Mikey? I’ve saved all this Mikey Money and then look what happens… you come out to the ring. You hit Carla Ferrari with a chair. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do that. And you guys kicked Benny Doyle in the balls. Again, HUGE FAN, soooo a bucket list item for me. Then share a “Manly Hug” with Cayle Murray? These all look like such special moments meant to be shared with us… your “friends.”
The Leading Lady of DEFIANCE begins walking down the ramp with her arms open as if she’s coming home.
Elise Ares:
That’s it! I’ve seen enough, D! We’re getting the team back together! The PCPs are coming home!
The D:
Uhhhh, Elise. I don’t think we were invited.
Mikey Unlikely confirms that by stepping towards them in the ring and directing them to go backstage. The Queen of Sports Entertainment Style stops. Heartbroken. She looks back at The D, questioning his grasp on the situation.
Elise Ares:
Are you sure? I thought… OH, that’s right. DUH.
Elise facepalms and twists her finger around in her hair before her “silly me” expression turns very serious.
Elise Ares:
You BLEW your chance.
Elise points back to the DEFIAtron with a fierce glare. The lights drop, static hits the arena as the DEFIATron blurs dimly as if fighting against the static attempting to burst through the screen which gives way to a bright white light accompanied by high pitched feedback.
Lance:
What? This again? What the hell is happening here tonight?
The flare drum plays over but there’s no violent coughing this time, just the same old visible shot of a bloodied Mikey Unlikely slumped uncomfortably against the ropes. This time it’s not a glimpse, though it’s a full on black and white shot interrupted by the crimson dripping from Mikey’s forehead.
Due to the amount of lit up cell phones in the building, the camera crew manage to get a shot of Mikey staring up at the DEFiatron.
The flare drum continues louder, Mikey’s image is replaced by the dark screen which is illuminated by the same gentle specs of one or two minute red lights on the right hand side of the screen which slowly fade in and out on repeat, but they start to pick up the pace...rapidly...so much so that the entire screen is lit up by flashing red, white and blue. The crowd positively to their Nation’s colours as the following appear one after the other;
Breakthrough
Capitalize
Synchronize
The three words appear on screen together but they begin to rotate quickly, some letters are highlighted while others disappear completely until the remaining highlighted letters centralize and form together in the middle of the screen
Listen, Yeah?!
♫ “Let ‘Em Come" by Scroobius Pip ♫
The crowd reacts and the camera turns to a hoodie wearing man coming out from the crowd and hopping the barricade. As if on queue, Elise Ares leads a mad sprint of the Pop Culture Phenoms down the aisle and sliding into the ring.
Lance:
That’s Kendrix! Kendrix is here tonight as well!
DDK:
He was the mysterious man sending messages to Mikey?! This is just madness!
The first person Kendrix goes to take out is Perfection who isn’t paying attention as he’s trying to stop The D from coming into the ring. He spins Perfection around and hits him with a Snap DDT. That leads to The D being freed up to take the boots back to Perfection who rolls out the ring.
Lance:
KENDRIX IS CLEANING HOUSE!
A quick clothesline to Mikey Unlikely from the returning Kendrix that sends him over the top rope. The FIST is partially caught by Perfection but both go down. This leaves Murrary all alone in the ring with JFK and The Phenoms who circle the former DEFIANCE flag bearer. Kendrix charges in with a quick swing but Cayle drops to his side and rolls out realizing the odds. This makes the Wrestleplex fire up with a chorus of cheers while Kendrix walks the inside of the ring yelling at Cayle.
DDK:
They always run when the tides turn.
The three regroup by Mikey's briefcase as he unlocks it before heading back up the ramp. They make it about halfway up when Kendrix gets his hands on a microphone. Trying to catch his breath, he starts to slowly bring the mic up towards his mouth but it only reaches the bottom of his chest as his attention is caught. He looks over to his right and then to his left as sections of the crowd begin to roll their tongues, building up the inevitable words that will come out of JFK’s mouth.
Lance:
It doesn’t look like Kendrix is used to this kind of reaction during his previous stints in DEFIANCE!
In an instant, Jesse switches his attention back to the three men on the ramp. The camera crew pick up Mikey looking on in disbelief at his long time Hollywood Bruv staring right back at him as Cayle and Perfection can be heard reassuring the FIST.
DDK:
It doesn’t look like Mikey had any idea Kendrix was going to be here tonight!
Jesse raises the mic, slowly but defiantly, sections of the crowd raise their anticipation following the mic to his lips until...
Kendrix:
Listen, yeah?!
DDK:
It’s certainly a mixed reaction, but that is the loudest “Listen, Yeah?!” that I’ve ever heard.
Cayle and Perfection are covering Mikey’s ears in a terrible attempt to help Mikey ignore Jesse’s instructions.
Kendrix:
Mikey, you know I love you but I’ve got some bad news for you, Bruv.
Elise and The D flank either side of Kendrix as they stare down upon Cayle, Perfection and a distraught looking FIST of DEFIANCE.
Kendrix:
Next week at DEFtv 142 you three lads are gonna participate in a six man Tag Team match against the Netlfix A Lister, The D…
Jesse points his free hand to his right at The D, who points at himself in surprise as if he just won a very prestigious award.
Kendrix:
Against the Leading Lady of DEFIANCE, Elise Ares…
He points over at Elise who bows with grace before waving around to the Faithful.
Kendrix:
And against, the Sports Entertainment Guild’s LEADING MAN...JESSE FREDERICKS KENDRIX!
♫ “Fucking in the Bushes" by Oasis ♫
Jessie’s mic drop and linking of his stable partners’ hands raised in the air in the middle of the ring is met on the ramp by disapproving pointing by Perfection and Cayle alongside vigorous shaking of the head from the FIST, the ramp side mics picking up a very upset Mikey.
Mikey Unlikely:
That’s Bruvs Music, BRUVS!
Lance:
What a night! Cayle Murray’s back? Kendrix is back? But Cayle’s not Cayle and Kendrix isn’t a Bruv?!
DDK:
Everything is backwards but next week hopefully we will get some answers and some action with a six man tag match!
Lance:
I can’t wait! From New Orleans- goodnight!
Cue Wilson Phillips…
THIS.
IS.
DEFIANCE.
DDK:
Folks, we'll definitely try and get an update on the health of Uriel Cortez following that completely cowardly attack by Alvaro de Vargas with a fireball! But Lance, let's switch gears to our main event.
Lance:
It's been a beautiful one hundred ninety two weeks since the last time we saw one James 'Perfection' Witherhold…
DDK:
Not long enough. He should go for the longest non-appearance streak. Break a record, Jim.
Lance:
...Compete in the DEFIANCE ring and tonight we'll see him once again as he takes on Scott Stevens in our main event.
DDK:
Undeserving. This punk doesn't deserve to sit in the spotlight let alone be in DEFIANCE or for that sake wrestle Scott Stevens. I can't believe I'm still siding with Scott Stevens.
Lance:
2020 has been odd to say the least. For those who may not know, it was one Scott Stevens that demanded this match shortly after the events at Acts of DEFIANCE.
DDK:
Would you expect a coward like Perfection to demand a match?
Lance:
Absolutely not. I also didn't expect the former Ace to just walk away. Especially after Perfection screwed him out of winning The FIST. Mikey Unlikely was literally carried to victory, Keebs!
DDK:
It's called cheating!
Lance:
In any event, Scott Stevens has the opportunity to extract revenge here tonight. I don't think you're the only one who's excited at the prospect of Perfection getting his ass kicked, Keebs!
DDK:
Every single one of these Faithful want to see it happen! Can you blame them?
♫”Perfect Gentleman” by Helloween♫
The crowd immediately responds with jeers as the one and only Perfection exits from behind the curtain.
Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a time limit of twenty minutes!
Normally he’d raise his arms out and take in the crowd but not tonight. James makes his slow approach to the ring angered and hollering at fans closest to the ramp.
Darren Quimbey:
Making his way to the ring weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from Hidden Hills, California- PERFECTION!
There is no doubt about it
I'm one of kind, baby
I am le d'Artagnan de coeur
As you may see, candy.
Lance:
Perfection is certainly wound-up tight tonight.
DDK:
Oh. You didn’t hear? Apparently Scott Stevens trashed Perf’s suit earlier when they bumped into each other in the back.
Lance:
Really?
DDK:
Yup! It’s probably one of the few times I can honestly say Scott Stevens did the world a service.
James is taking his sweet little time walking his way to the ring. At one point he even stops to chat up two females in the front row which causes a shift on his attitude.
DDK:
Hey, asshole! This is DEFIANCE not The Love Connection. Go do your job!
Lance:
He can't hear you, nor would he care if he could.
DDK:
I just want Stevens to slap him in his stupid smug face already.
It's taken some time but Witherhold has finally made his way up the steps and into the ring. His mood has shifted back to ridiculously pissed over the incident backstage.
I can't resist my own reflection
How would possible anyone (perfect)
'cause I am (perfect)
Yes I am (perfect)
Perfection stands and leans against the ropes facing towards the ramp. His ankles crossed over like he could give a damn. Carla Ferrari hesitantly goes over to pat down James who slides her a wink during the process.
Lance:
Perfection looks overly relaxed given the situation.
♫ “Dead Man Walking" by Crucifix ft. The Lacs ♫
Stevens walks out onto the ramp and is again met with a good amount of cheering behind him from The Faithful.
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds. Hailing! From Houston, Texas! Scott! Steveeennnnsss!
Scott pumps his arm in the air a few times before using it to point right at Perfection.
DDK:
Crowd is definitely rallied behind Stevens. Especially when it has to do with Perfection or Mikey Unlikely.
Lance:
And unlike Perfection, Stevens isn't wasting time to get to the ring. He's coming down that ramp with a purpose!
Stevens slaps the hand of a fan close to the ramp before picking up pace and sliding into the ring. That slide is enough time for James to ditch his relaxed pose on the far ropes and make a mad dash at Stevens.
DDK:
He's a damn vulture!
James is already swarming the side of Scott's head with boots. Stevens rolls to the corner but Perfection keeps laying in and now to the chest.
Lance:
A flurry of boots to Stevens right off the bat while referee Carla Ferrari is trying to pull Witherhold off. Perfection not laying off with… oh no. What is he doing here?
With the call out the camera cuts to Mikey Unlikely making his way casually to the ring and down the ramp.
DING DING
ONE!
Ferrari begins to count Perfection for the boots in the corner. Mikey takes off his FIST briefcase and latches it to the ring post opposite of where Perfection is. He's whistling as he makes his way to the side of the ring.
TWO!
Carla turns to yell at Perfection her finger right in his face.
Ferrari:
Break it up already or I will disqualify you!
Perfection:
Fuck off, cunt.
DDK:
Wow. Classy, James.
Lance:
What's Mikey doing under the ring?
Three!
DDK:
Trying to find his… hey- no!
Four!
DDK:
No!
Fi-
*CRACK!*
The crowd erupts with boo's as Ferrari goes down like a sack of potatoes. Mikey Unlikely stands over Carla smiling with a chair in hand. The sound boomed through the Wrestleplex so loud even Faithful closest are concerned about Ferrari's condition.
Lance:
JEEEEZUS! Mikey Unlikely has flattened Carla Ferrari!
DDK:
Hitting a female referee with a chair is low. Lower than low, Mikey! Disgusting.
With no hesitation Perfection spins out of the corner…
CRACK!
Another shot this time to a sitting Stevens whose head causes the seat portion to buckle in. The chair is useless now so Mikey tosses it to the outside. Perfection grabs the top rope and pushes the limp Ferrari out of the ring with the same boot. Her body makes a plop sound as she hits the floor.
Lance:
We need a medic!
DDK:
These two aren't going to stop unless someone helps- someone that isn't me!
Keebs is right. They have no intention of stopping. Perfection grabs Scott by the hair pulling him up but he's met by a good wad of spit to the face. The few Faithful in the front pop for the effort from Scott. It also makes James reel back a bit to wipe himself. A quick boot to the side of Stevens' head from Mikey quickly corrects that decision.
Lance:
Security? Anyone?
In that last request the crowd erupts in cheers. The boom is loud enough to make both Mikey and Perfection's heads swing around to see what the hell is going on.
DDK:
HOLD ON!
Lance:
CAYLE MURRAY IS HERE!
Cayle is making haste with referee Benny Doyle and an EMT behind him. Benny is calling for the bell.
DDK:
You heard what Cayle said earlier this evening - he’s got unfinished business with Mikey Unlikely… and here he is!
Lance:
The cavalry has arrived!
The timekeeper quickly takes notice of Benny’s call.
DING DING DING
Darren Quimbey: [from ringside]
Referee Benny Doyle has called a stop to this match. Your winner by disqualification- Scott Stevens!
DDK:
Get ‘em, Cayle!
Cayle slides into the ring. The EMT is catering to Ferrari that is almost starting to come back around. It's now Perfection who moves to one corner, Mikey Unlikely in the other begins to duck his head in between the ropes in case he needs to make a quick exit, and Cayle about to square up with both.
DDK:
Referee Benny Doyle now sliding in the ring and going over to check on Scott Stevens.
Lance:
And Murray looks like he’s jonesing for a fight!
Cayle allows the referee through to help Stevens on the mat. He eyes the two boys in the ring, balling his fists. The building pulses with bellicose energy.
DDK:
Mikey and Perfection look like they’re about to bail! Remember, Mikey tried to end Murray’s career during the old UTA invasion!
The former FIST screams for both evildoers to come at him. His eyes dart between both of them, mindful of an ambush, and he drags the toe of his boot across the canvas, drawing a metaphorical line in the sand.
Then just keeps looking down at it rather than at Mikey and Perfection.
A smile slowly creeps across his face. He shrugs.
And kicks Benny Doyle HARD between the legs.
DDK:
WHAT?!
Lance:
CAYLE JUST BOOTED BENNY!
DDK:
THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Now grinning from ear-to-ear, showing at least $10,000 worth of pristine dental work, Murray turns to Mikey and Perfection, his arms held out by his sides.
Lance:
… wait… is he?!
DDK:
No… NO NO NO NO!
And there it is.
The patented Manly Hug™.
The crowd is as shocked as the announcers and it has sucked the air right out of the Wrestleplex. Perfection breaks away, clapping obnoxiously, while Mikey directs Cayle towards Stevens. Murray smiles, pushing a finger in his own chest, mouthing what looks like “for me?!”
DDK:
This is repulsive, Lance! Has Cayle Murray - CAYLE MURRAY of all people - just… aligned… with Mikey and Perfection?!
Lance:
We haven’t even seen this guy since 2018, and now look at this!
As the arena turns to poison, Cayle pulls Stevens’ corpse up, slaps him across the face, then kicks him in the dick as well.
DDK:
Appalling! Absolutely appalling!
Lance:
I-- I can’t get my head around this, Keebs! Cayle Murray… with Mikey Unlikely and Perfection?!
♫"Live For The Night" by Krewella♫
Lance:
Pop Culture Phenoms have arrived and I hope it's not to join in on the current activities!
DDK:
Why wouldn’t it be, Lance? What have the PCPs shown you to make you think things would be any different? This is getting out of control. We need someone to come step up to all of these deplorables!
Elise Ares leads The D, Klein, Flex Kruger, and O-Face into a march down towards the ring. This time Mikey and friends aren’t looking to make a quick exit from the ring like before, they look legitimately confused. As the music cuts off Elise Ares spins a microphone around between her fingers with the word “STAR” flashing on her LED sunglasses resting on her head.
Elise Ares:
Oh, hey BBY!
She waves with a big smirk on her face. Inside the ring, Cayle Murray looks back to Mikey Unlikely as if he’s looking for some sort’ve direction. Perfection and Mikey begin shaking their heads. The chaos allows Scott Stevens, Carla Ferrari, and Benny Doyle to escape with help from the medical team to the outside of the ring. Without a mic, the FIST of DEFIANCE screams “What do you want?!” over the hushed, confused crowd.
Elise Ares:
The boys and I… and I guess O-Face, kinda, were backstage like LITERALLY just now talking and we were like “Oh wow, wouldn’t it be totes awesome to get the Sports Entertainment Guild back together again?” Then, what did you say again, D?
The D:
I was like “Oh, remember the time that Mikey totally took advantage of our title opportunities?”
Elise Ares:
That was it. I remember now, then I was TOTES like “And those times that Mikey sent us to go get our ass beat so that he’d save himself?”
The D:
Remember when they built a wall to keep us out of the locker room?
Elise and The D share an incredibly fake laugh with each other, reminiscing about the good times they’ve all had.
Elise Ares:
Those were the days, right Mikey? I’ve saved all this Mikey Money and then look what happens… you come out to the ring. You hit Carla Ferrari with a chair. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do that. And you guys kicked Benny Doyle in the balls. Again, HUGE FAN, soooo a bucket list item for me. Then share a “Manly Hug” with Cayle Murray? These all look like such special moments meant to be shared with us… your “friends.”
The Leading Lady of DEFIANCE begins walking down the ramp with her arms open as if she’s coming home.
Elise Ares:
That’s it! I’ve seen enough, D! We’re getting the team back together! The PCPs are coming home!
The D:
Uhhhh, Elise. I don’t think we were invited.
Mikey Unlikely confirms that by stepping towards them in the ring and directing them to go backstage. The Queen of Sports Entertainment Style stops. Heartbroken. She looks back at The D, questioning his grasp on the situation.
Elise Ares:
Are you sure? I thought… OH, that’s right. DUH.
Elise facepalms and twists her finger around in her hair before her “silly me” expression turns very serious.
Elise Ares:
You BLEW your chance.
Elise points back to the DEFIAtron with a fierce glare. The lights drop, static hits the arena as the DEFIATron blurs dimly as if fighting against the static attempting to burst through the screen which gives way to a bright white light accompanied by high pitched feedback.
Lance:
What? This again? What the hell is happening here tonight?
The flare drum plays over but there’s no violent coughing this time, just the same old visible shot of a bloodied Mikey Unlikely slumped uncomfortably against the ropes. This time it’s not a glimpse, though it’s a full on black and white shot interrupted by the crimson dripping from Mikey’s forehead.
Due to the amount of lit up cell phones in the building, the camera crew manage to get a shot of Mikey staring up at the DEFiatron.
The flare drum continues louder, Mikey’s image is replaced by the dark screen which is illuminated by the same gentle specs of one or two minute red lights on the right hand side of the screen which slowly fade in and out on repeat, but they start to pick up the pace...rapidly...so much so that the entire screen is lit up by flashing red, white and blue. The crowd positively to their Nation’s colours as the following appear one after the other;
Breakthrough
Capitalize
Synchronize
The three words appear on screen together but they begin to rotate quickly, some letters are highlighted while others disappear completely until the remaining highlighted letters centralize and form together in the middle of the screen
Listen, Yeah?!
♫ “Let ‘Em Come" by Scroobius Pip ♫
The crowd reacts and the camera turns to a hoodie wearing man coming out from the crowd and hopping the barricade. As if on queue, Elise Ares leads a mad sprint of the Pop Culture Phenoms down the aisle and sliding into the ring.
Lance:
That’s Kendrix! Kendrix is here tonight as well!
DDK:
He was the mysterious man sending messages to Mikey?! This is just madness!
The first person Kendrix goes to take out is Perfection who isn’t paying attention as he’s trying to stop The D from coming into the ring. He spins Perfection around and hits him with a Snap DDT. That leads to The D being freed up to take the boots back to Perfection who rolls out the ring.
Lance:
KENDRIX IS CLEANING HOUSE!
A quick clothesline to Mikey Unlikely from the returning Kendrix that sends him over the top rope. The FIST is partially caught by Perfection but both go down. This leaves Murrary all alone in the ring with JFK and The Phenoms who circle the former DEFIANCE flag bearer. Kendrix charges in with a quick swing but Cayle drops to his side and rolls out realizing the odds. This makes the Wrestleplex fire up with a chorus of cheers while Kendrix walks the inside of the ring yelling at Cayle.
DDK:
They always run when the tides turn.
The three regroup by Mikey's briefcase as he unlocks it before heading back up the ramp. They make it about halfway up when Kendrix gets his hands on a microphone. Trying to catch his breath, he starts to slowly bring the mic up towards his mouth but it only reaches the bottom of his chest as his attention is caught. He looks over to his right and then to his left as sections of the crowd begin to roll their tongues, building up the inevitable words that will come out of JFK’s mouth.
Lance:
It doesn’t look like Kendrix is used to this kind of reaction during his previous stints in DEFIANCE!
In an instant, Jesse switches his attention back to the three men on the ramp. The camera crew pick up Mikey looking on in disbelief at his long time Hollywood Bruv staring right back at him as Cayle and Perfection can be heard reassuring the FIST.
DDK:
It doesn’t look like Mikey had any idea Kendrix was going to be here tonight!
Jesse raises the mic, slowly but defiantly, sections of the crowd raise their anticipation following the mic to his lips until...
Kendrix:
Listen, yeah?!
DDK:
It’s certainly a mixed reaction, but that is the loudest “Listen, Yeah?!” that I’ve ever heard.
Cayle and Perfection are covering Mikey’s ears in a terrible attempt to help Mikey ignore Jesse’s instructions.
Kendrix:
Mikey, you know I love you but I’ve got some bad news for you, Bruv.
Elise and The D flank either side of Kendrix as they stare down upon Cayle, Perfection and a distraught looking FIST of DEFIANCE.
Kendrix:
Next week at DEFtv 142 you three lads are gonna participate in a six man Tag Team match against the Netlfix A Lister, The D…
Jesse points his free hand to his right at The D, who points at himself in surprise as if he just won a very prestigious award.
Kendrix:
Against the Leading Lady of DEFIANCE, Elise Ares…
He points over at Elise who bows with grace before waving around to the Faithful.
Kendrix:
And against, the Sports Entertainment Guild’s LEADING MAN...JESSE FREDERICKS KENDRIX!
♫ “Fucking in the Bushes" by Oasis ♫
Jessie’s mic drop and linking of his stable partners’ hands raised in the air in the middle of the ring is met on the ramp by disapproving pointing by Perfection and Cayle alongside vigorous shaking of the head from the FIST, the ramp side mics picking up a very upset Mikey.
Mikey Unlikely:
That’s Bruvs Music, BRUVS!
Lance:
What a night! Cayle Murray’s back? Kendrix is back? But Cayle’s not Cayle and Kendrix isn’t a Bruv?!
DDK:
Everything is backwards but next week hopefully we will get some answers and some action with a six man tag match!
Lance:
I can’t wait! From New Orleans- goodnight!
Cue Wilson Phillips…
THIS.
IS.
DEFIANCE.