Post by Jman2k3 on Feb 11, 2018 4:51:46 GMT
SCOTT STEVENS VS. LOCAL TALENT
DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, our next upcoming match is a rather unique one.
Angus:
Unique? How’s that?
DDK:
For some reason the controversial UTA superstar, Scott Stevens, is wrestling next, but it doesn’t say against who.
Angus:
Hopefully it’s one of studs of DEFIANCE looking to put this prick out of my misery.
DDK:
You mean his misery, right?
Angus:
No, because he makes me miserable everytime I see him.
♫ “Hellraiser” by Motorhead♫
The slow bellow of the guitar hits and the cheers that filled the arena quickly turn into jeers of pure hatred as they know who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant.
DDK:
There is that infamous chant from the faithful every time the Texan’s music cues up. .
Angus:
And a wonderful chant it is.
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of a staircase in the arena and a group of security wearing #FUCKDEFIANCE t-shirts make their way down the stairs and Scott Stevens appears at the top. The faithful continue their expletives towards the Texan who simply smirks.
DDK:
Look at the crowd wanting a piece of the Texan. Stevens is easily the most despised member of UTA. The hatred the crowd has for him is unmatched.
Angus:
And they should! No one likes Mormons because they are fucking boring and useless. They don’t drink, don’t smoke and they don’t have sex instead choosing to give each other Mikey Self-Likeys every night.
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.
Darren Quimbey:
Introducing first! From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The FUCK DEFIANCE Security push the more rabid fans out of the way to insure the Texans safety as he makes his way through the faithful until he reaches the barricade and stares at Quimbey standing in the ring. Stevens slowly hops the barricade making his way around the ring to 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 letting them know what he thinks of them as he delivers the double bird of Texas to the masses before dropping to the canvas and heading towards the ring announcer and take the microphone from his hands and telling him to leave.
DDK:
Looks like Stevens has something to say.
Angus:
Can someone in the back bring me a stiff drink so I can make it through listening to this stiff?
Stevens hits the microphone a couple of times to make sure it is on and to piss off the crowd before he begins.
Stevens:
Good evening, my name is Scott Stevens…..
The crowd begins to boo heavily and they let the Texan know they know who he is with a “Fuck You Stevens” chant.
Angus:
Sweet music to my ears. Never gets old.
Stevens simply shakes his head before continuing.
Stevens:
AHEM!
Stevens says and the crowd boos even louder.
Stevens:
I got all night.
Stevens informs the faithful and they don’t care as the vulgarity continues.
Stevens:
Typical behavior from a bush league wrestling audience.
Stevens says in disgust drawing more hatred from the crowd.
Angus:
If you don’t like it get the hell out!
Stevens:
As I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted is that my name is Scott Stevens and I, along with my fellow UTAH brethren, did what we said what we were going to do and that was dominate the inferior talent of DEFIANCE Wrestling.
The crowd boos and begins a “DEFIANCE” chant.
Stevens:
You can boo your little hearts out, but the fact remains we dominated your heroes. “The Boss” Chris Ross dominated the God-Beast proving that even self-anointed gods can be beaten and do I really need to mention the Main Event?
Stevens asks before shouting his answer.
Stevens:
Yes I do! Because we proved in one night who the superior wrestling promotion is. Don’t believe me? Ask Eric Dane how it feels to be humbled in your own home. Ask that midget, Bronson Box, how is shoulder feels. Most importantly, ask Oscar Burns how it feels to not get the fucking job done!
Stevens shouts a spit flies from his vile mouth as he spits his venom of hatred towards his Defiant competitors.
Stevens:
And I came here tonight looking to inflict more punishment and pain towards the so-called Defiant Ones of wrestling and you know what happened?
Stevens pulls the microphone from his lips and lets the question linger.
Stevens:
Absolutely nothing! Not one member of the DEFIANCE roster had the balls to come out here and face me!
Stevens shouts as he points to himself and the crowd boos.
Angus:
Bullshit!
DDK:
Stevens questioning the manhood of the Defiance roster here tonight.
Stevens:
Do you idiots see any of your heroes out here? And why would you? After the ass whooping we gave them I don’t blame them if they don’t want to get embarrassed once again. However, I came here to this shit hole to continue my dominance and since no one in the back wanted to step up and face me I had to go hire someone who had the guts to step into the ring with me tonight, and here he is…...
DDK:
Hired someone? Who could it be?.
Angus:
Hopefully it’s a hooker and she gives him AIDS.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area before as the heavy metal tune of…...
♫ “Burn In Heaven” by Multiple Godgasm♫
Echoes throughout the arena as a lone spotlight shines down upon the entrance ramp and an imposing figure walks out.
DDK:
Is that him? Is that the opponent for Stevens here tonight?
Angus:
If he isn’t he’s a little late for the Sturgis rally.
The man dressed in black leather from head to toe stares down towards the ring as he holds a golden chalice with a red liquid inside. He makes his way towards the ring and the crowd is trying to comprehend what exactly they are seeing.
DDK:
The faithful seems quiet here as this large, imposing man makes his way down to the ring.
The mystery man makes his way up the ring steps and stops and turns toward the crowd as he he lowers he head and starts saying something to himself.
DDK:
Is he praying?
Angus:
He’s performing the Last Rites for that inbred Stevens.
Once done, the man takes a sip from his chalice and spews the red liquid into the air and as the lights come back to normal the man’s face is covered in what looks to be blood.
DDK:
The heck? Is that blood?
Angus:
Is face looks like mine did one time when I was with this girl on her……
DDK:
I don’t need to know!
The man puts the chalice down on the top step before entering the ring and once inside, Stevens makes his way over.
Stevens:
Thank you once again for having the guts to face me here tonight.
Stevens says and the mystery man nods his head.
Stevens:
Introduce yourself to the idiots here tonight.
Stevens says as he holds out the microphone and the man has a crazed look on his face with his eyes wide open and devilish grin on his lips as he cautiously leans in to tell the faithful his name.
Mystery Man:
Satánico Pandemonium.
The man introduces himself to the world and before he can phrase another sentence together the man from Texas blindsides him with a microphone shot to the face.
DDK:
Stevens with a cheap shot.
Angus:
Are you surprised?
Stevens:
Ring the bell!
Stevens shouts at the official as he stomps away at the downed Satánico and Brian Slater grudgingly does as he is told.
DING DING DING!
DDK:
And the match is officially underway.
Angus:
Come on Satan! Make some barbeque out of that Texas piece of crap!
Stevens continues his assault as he stops stomping on Satánico to position himself to deliver a sickening superkick.
DDK:
Stevens with the Remember the Alamo and there is pandemonium everywhere!
Angus:
I’m about to slap the shit out of you.
Stevens picks up the dazed Pandemonium and places him between his legs and lifts him up and starts running full speed and delivers a running powerbomb to the corner, but Pandemonium isn’t allowed to come out of the corner as the Texan quickly sends his opponent back into the corner with a jumping high knee.
DDK:
Stevens uses that metal knee brace to his advantage.
Angus:
Are you surprised? Stevens knows if the fight is fair he’ll lose every time!
Stevens quickly picks up Pandemonium and places him on the top turnbuckle and hooks him a three-quarter nelson.
DDK:
Stevens looking to finish it here.
Stevens shouts out his vile catchphrase before running forward and driving his opponent’s face into the mat. Stevens doesn’t waste a moment as he pushes Pandemonium on his back and Brian Slater drops to make his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Slater signals for the bell and Quimbey makes the announcement of the winner.
Darren Quimbey:
And your winner by pinfall…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens slowly rises to his feet and snatches his hand away from Slater as he tries to raise it as he looks towards the nearest camera with a satisfied look.
Stevens:
No one can touch me! Not DEFIANT garbage or hired help! I am the best, period!
Stevens proclaims before exiting the ring.
DDK:
Stevens making a bold statement.
Angus:
The only thing he’s the best at is sucking, period!
DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, our next upcoming match is a rather unique one.
Angus:
Unique? How’s that?
DDK:
For some reason the controversial UTA superstar, Scott Stevens, is wrestling next, but it doesn’t say against who.
Angus:
Hopefully it’s one of studs of DEFIANCE looking to put this prick out of my misery.
DDK:
You mean his misery, right?
Angus:
No, because he makes me miserable everytime I see him.
♫ “Hellraiser” by Motorhead♫
The slow bellow of the guitar hits and the cheers that filled the arena quickly turn into jeers of pure hatred as they know who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant.
DDK:
There is that infamous chant from the faithful every time the Texan’s music cues up. .
Angus:
And a wonderful chant it is.
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of a staircase in the arena and a group of security wearing #FUCKDEFIANCE t-shirts make their way down the stairs and Scott Stevens appears at the top. The faithful continue their expletives towards the Texan who simply smirks.
DDK:
Look at the crowd wanting a piece of the Texan. Stevens is easily the most despised member of UTA. The hatred the crowd has for him is unmatched.
Angus:
And they should! No one likes Mormons because they are fucking boring and useless. They don’t drink, don’t smoke and they don’t have sex instead choosing to give each other Mikey Self-Likeys every night.
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.
Darren Quimbey:
Introducing first! From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The FUCK DEFIANCE Security push the more rabid fans out of the way to insure the Texans safety as he makes his way through the faithful until he reaches the barricade and stares at Quimbey standing in the ring. Stevens slowly hops the barricade making his way around the ring to 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 letting them know what he thinks of them as he delivers the double bird of Texas to the masses before dropping to the canvas and heading towards the ring announcer and take the microphone from his hands and telling him to leave.
DDK:
Looks like Stevens has something to say.
Angus:
Can someone in the back bring me a stiff drink so I can make it through listening to this stiff?
Stevens hits the microphone a couple of times to make sure it is on and to piss off the crowd before he begins.
Stevens:
Good evening, my name is Scott Stevens…..
The crowd begins to boo heavily and they let the Texan know they know who he is with a “Fuck You Stevens” chant.
Angus:
Sweet music to my ears. Never gets old.
Stevens simply shakes his head before continuing.
Stevens:
AHEM!
Stevens says and the crowd boos even louder.
Stevens:
I got all night.
Stevens informs the faithful and they don’t care as the vulgarity continues.
Stevens:
Typical behavior from a bush league wrestling audience.
Stevens says in disgust drawing more hatred from the crowd.
Angus:
If you don’t like it get the hell out!
Stevens:
As I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted is that my name is Scott Stevens and I, along with my fellow UTAH brethren, did what we said what we were going to do and that was dominate the inferior talent of DEFIANCE Wrestling.
The crowd boos and begins a “DEFIANCE” chant.
Stevens:
You can boo your little hearts out, but the fact remains we dominated your heroes. “The Boss” Chris Ross dominated the God-Beast proving that even self-anointed gods can be beaten and do I really need to mention the Main Event?
Stevens asks before shouting his answer.
Stevens:
Yes I do! Because we proved in one night who the superior wrestling promotion is. Don’t believe me? Ask Eric Dane how it feels to be humbled in your own home. Ask that midget, Bronson Box, how is shoulder feels. Most importantly, ask Oscar Burns how it feels to not get the fucking job done!
Stevens shouts a spit flies from his vile mouth as he spits his venom of hatred towards his Defiant competitors.
Stevens:
And I came here tonight looking to inflict more punishment and pain towards the so-called Defiant Ones of wrestling and you know what happened?
Stevens pulls the microphone from his lips and lets the question linger.
Stevens:
Absolutely nothing! Not one member of the DEFIANCE roster had the balls to come out here and face me!
Stevens shouts as he points to himself and the crowd boos.
Angus:
Bullshit!
DDK:
Stevens questioning the manhood of the Defiance roster here tonight.
Stevens:
Do you idiots see any of your heroes out here? And why would you? After the ass whooping we gave them I don’t blame them if they don’t want to get embarrassed once again. However, I came here to this shit hole to continue my dominance and since no one in the back wanted to step up and face me I had to go hire someone who had the guts to step into the ring with me tonight, and here he is…...
DDK:
Hired someone? Who could it be?.
Angus:
Hopefully it’s a hooker and she gives him AIDS.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area before as the heavy metal tune of…...
♫ “Burn In Heaven” by Multiple Godgasm♫
Echoes throughout the arena as a lone spotlight shines down upon the entrance ramp and an imposing figure walks out.
DDK:
Is that him? Is that the opponent for Stevens here tonight?
Angus:
If he isn’t he’s a little late for the Sturgis rally.
The man dressed in black leather from head to toe stares down towards the ring as he holds a golden chalice with a red liquid inside. He makes his way towards the ring and the crowd is trying to comprehend what exactly they are seeing.
DDK:
The faithful seems quiet here as this large, imposing man makes his way down to the ring.
The mystery man makes his way up the ring steps and stops and turns toward the crowd as he he lowers he head and starts saying something to himself.
DDK:
Is he praying?
Angus:
He’s performing the Last Rites for that inbred Stevens.
Once done, the man takes a sip from his chalice and spews the red liquid into the air and as the lights come back to normal the man’s face is covered in what looks to be blood.
DDK:
The heck? Is that blood?
Angus:
Is face looks like mine did one time when I was with this girl on her……
DDK:
I don’t need to know!
The man puts the chalice down on the top step before entering the ring and once inside, Stevens makes his way over.
Stevens:
Thank you once again for having the guts to face me here tonight.
Stevens says and the mystery man nods his head.
Stevens:
Introduce yourself to the idiots here tonight.
Stevens says as he holds out the microphone and the man has a crazed look on his face with his eyes wide open and devilish grin on his lips as he cautiously leans in to tell the faithful his name.
Mystery Man:
Satánico Pandemonium.
The man introduces himself to the world and before he can phrase another sentence together the man from Texas blindsides him with a microphone shot to the face.
DDK:
Stevens with a cheap shot.
Angus:
Are you surprised?
Stevens:
Ring the bell!
Stevens shouts at the official as he stomps away at the downed Satánico and Brian Slater grudgingly does as he is told.
DING DING DING!
DDK:
And the match is officially underway.
Angus:
Come on Satan! Make some barbeque out of that Texas piece of crap!
Stevens continues his assault as he stops stomping on Satánico to position himself to deliver a sickening superkick.
DDK:
Stevens with the Remember the Alamo and there is pandemonium everywhere!
Angus:
I’m about to slap the shit out of you.
Stevens picks up the dazed Pandemonium and places him between his legs and lifts him up and starts running full speed and delivers a running powerbomb to the corner, but Pandemonium isn’t allowed to come out of the corner as the Texan quickly sends his opponent back into the corner with a jumping high knee.
DDK:
Stevens uses that metal knee brace to his advantage.
Angus:
Are you surprised? Stevens knows if the fight is fair he’ll lose every time!
Stevens quickly picks up Pandemonium and places him on the top turnbuckle and hooks him a three-quarter nelson.
DDK:
Stevens looking to finish it here.
Stevens shouts out his vile catchphrase before running forward and driving his opponent’s face into the mat. Stevens doesn’t waste a moment as he pushes Pandemonium on his back and Brian Slater drops to make his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Slater signals for the bell and Quimbey makes the announcement of the winner.
Darren Quimbey:
And your winner by pinfall…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens slowly rises to his feet and snatches his hand away from Slater as he tries to raise it as he looks towards the nearest camera with a satisfied look.
Stevens:
No one can touch me! Not DEFIANT garbage or hired help! I am the best, period!
Stevens proclaims before exiting the ring.
DDK:
Stevens making a bold statement.
Angus:
The only thing he’s the best at is sucking, period!