Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 31, 2018 7:16:41 GMT
SCOTT DOUGLAS vs. SCOTT STEVENS ©
DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back and it is now time …
Angus:
Time for ol’ Scotty to TAKE back the FIST from these - these … THE McSHITS!
DDK:
… well, yes but only time will tell, partner. It’s time for the main event of the evening and Scott Stevens will make his FIRST ever title defense against the former SoHer, Scott Douglas!
Angus:
The SoHer was last week, Keebs … tonight, THE FIST!
DDK:
… it’s been several weeks, nevermind. Let’s go down to Darren Quimbey in the ring!
Cut to the ring.
Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and will be contested for the FIST! OF! DEFFFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNCEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Darren pauses to let the raucous crowd die down.
Darren Quimbey:
Introducing first … THE CHALLENGER!
♫ Smiling and Dyin’ - Green River ♫
Darren Quimbey:
… weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds … from Seattle, Washington … ”SUB POP” … SCOTT … DOOOOUUGGGLLLAAAASSS!!!
As the grunge tune kicks into full gear, Scott Douglas comes through the curtain for the first time since his loss at Ascension. The Faithful ignite and Douglas pauses on the stage for a moment - taking in the cheering capacity crowd.
Angus:
Here go, Keebs! These little shits will be looking for a NEW Occupation after tonight!
Douglas skips any further fanfare, taking off his tattered leather jacket - dropping it to the stage. Just like that, he’s ring ready and heads down the ramp.
DDK:
I wouldn’t get your hopes too high, partner. We all heard what Dr. Davine had to say about Douglas’ current status! This ribs are a tough thing to heal and they’ve plagued him since War Games, at least.
Angus:
I thought I told you never to utter that nonsense phrase to me again!
Douglas takes to his corner and awaits the FIST.
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent …
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as
♫ “We Will Rock You” by Queen♫
Plays throughout the arena and the faithful get hyped from the song as they sing along and clap to the beat of the song.
DDK:
Even Freddy Mercury can't get the Faithful to cheer for Scott Stevens anymore.
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 and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.as
♫ “We Are The Champions” by Queen♫
begins to play.
Darren Quimbey:
From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds, the reigning FIST of DEFIANCE!!! …SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Quimbey can barely be heard as a spotlight hits the darkened stage to reveal Scott Stevens, FIST in hand. The rest of his cohorts, new and old alike, funnelling out behind him and filling the stage. Bo, Cary, and the newest Stevens, George, as well as The Souther Heritage Champion, THE Jay Harvey.
Angus
For fuck sake, let’s get on with it already!
Stevens produces a microphone and a quick cut to Scott Douglas in the ring shows his shrugging frustration.
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.
Scott Stevens:
And this is why you filth love mediocrity!
Stevens says before turning his attention back to Douglas, as the would be challenger beckons The FIST to the ring.
Scott Stevens:
That’s the spirit I was told you have and I’m loving it but I need more than he say/she say. You understand?
Douglas backs up from the ropes and continues to motion for Stevens to come to the ring as Stevens sighs.
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?
The capacity crowd continues to boo and gesture rudely toward Stevens and his accompaniment on the stage. Although there seems to be a distraction in a portion of the audience.
DDK:
What in the …
Stevens and company look delighted with their deception from the stage.
Angus:
That’s HARMEN! That son of a bitch!
The camera cuts quickly back to the ring as Douglas is face first on the mat with Jack Harmen looming over of him, freshly dented steel chair in hand. A flashing glimpse of referee Marc Shields can be seen as he high tails it from ringside in the confusion.
DDK:
Where did he even come from?
Angus:
My gut is saying hell … but in the name of being practical, I’d assume the audience.
Scott Stevens:
Ohhh, you are not off to a good start!
Scott begins to stir and instinct dicates get out of harm's way. He begins to crawl toward the ropes slowly as Harmen stalks.
DDK:
For the love of … Can we get security out here?
Angus:
Damn, Security. Where’s that Keurig kid?! Let’s even up these odds and see some asses kicked.
DDK:
You don’t remember cheering his bodily injury earlier tonight!?
Angus:
What … who cares, Keebs! Look at this shit!
Harmen patiently follows Douglas, methodically deciding where and when to take his next shot. Douglas slowly attempts to pull himself up the ropes and makes it to one knee, half draped over the middle rope and clinging the back of his head. Harmen right behind him like a spider, watching it’s prey twist and turn in it’s web.
As Douglas hangs on the middle rope, looking up at the cheshire smile of Harmen, he can’t help but laugh when Jack extends his hand for a hand shake.
So Harmen rushes into the corner and drives a knee into his ribs, sandwiching him into the corner turnbuckle. As Douglas coughs and sputters, neck draping over the middle ropes, Harmen turns and shouts.
Jack Harmen:
I OFFER HIM FRIENDSHIP.
Harmen then drives his knee into the back of Douglas, reaching over the top rope and grabbing Douglas’ chin and rearing back to use his knee as a fulcrum.
Jack Harmen:
HE SPITS IN MY FACE.
Harmen then just uses his forearms and begins clubbing on both sides of Douglas’ head.
DDK:
This is just disgusting, Angus. This isn’t a match, this is an assault!
Angus:
First, Harmen attacks Ares like a coyote, then he attacks Andy, he tries to destroy Cayle, and here he’s trying to remove the heart of DEFIANCE. It’s not right Keebs!
After about five blows, Harmen backs out of the corner, grabbing Douglas by his hair and just gingerly tossing him face first into the canvas. Harmen then STEPS on Douglas’ back, walking over him to the corner he was just in. He begins to unravel the top turnbuckle as Stevens and Harvey cheer on from the entrance ramp. Harmen doesn’t stop there, unraveling the middle turnbuckle. As he turns back to Douglas, he notices him crawling toward the other side of the ring. Harmen throws the pads onto Douglas and then grabs the chair he tossed aside. He raises it high and SLAMS it into his back. Douglas spins over from the impact, reeling in pain. It’s here Harmen unfolds the chair, and places it so it surrounds his chest and midsection. Harmen then takes a seat, with little disregard to Scott’s ribs. Scott cries out in pain.
DDK:
Will somebody stop this crime Angus?!
Harmen then just sits up, just enough so that he can PLOP back down onto the chair, digging the metal bars into Scott’s chest. Harmen then leans forward, so he’s eye to eye with Scott while remaining seated on the chair. Douglas, pinned and helpless, nostrils flare as he spits into Jack Harmen’s face.
DDK:
Give ‘im hell Scott!
Harmen closes his eyes, with a deep sigh. He rubs his hands against his face, wiping away the lugey, before shaking his hand so it sprays onto the ring apron. Harmen, once this is done, smiles.
Jack then proceeds to lift himself slightly, and then SLAM himself back down butt first into the chair, each time driving the metal bars into Douglas’ midsection. He does this a total of five times, as Douglas screams out with each blow. Harmen isn’t done, as he gets up, re-folds the chair, and fascends it in between the top and middle turnbuckles he had previously undone.
Scott Douglas coughs and sputters on the canvas, clutching his injured ribs. When Harmen notices, Jack makes a bee-line, ripping off Douglas’ shirt and then grabbing and tearing at his bandages. He begins to unwrap Douglas like a bruised Christmas present, then takes the wraps and SLAMS them back onto Douglas as if they were a whip.
Harmen backs off as Douglas rolls around in pain. Ever the fighter, Scott pushes himself up to all fours…
When Harmen runs him over with a heavy boot to the skull like his patented locomotive yakuza kick.
DDK:
C’mon Jack! The damage is done! Somebody think of Scott Douglas!
Angus:
Scotty’s career CAN NOT END tonight! He's done so much awesome! He took McFuckasses title! He ran McFuckass Lite out of here … other then that flippy shit --
DDK:
ANGUS … !
Harmen walks over to the time keeper’s table, looking at Shields who is freaking out. Jack tries to alleviate his fears, and then simply sits on the middle rope, beckoning him into the ring. Even Shields is apprehensive as he enters, not using Harmen’s perch but sliding into the ring from the other side.
Jack Harmen:
RING THE BELL!
DDK:
Oh come on! Scott Douglas is no longer in any sort of condition to compete here tonight, Angus.
Angus:
Hasn’t stopped the crazy bugger before. Two nut jobs in the ring tonight, Keebs.
Shields’ eyes go wide. He nods to Harmen, like, asking “really?” He walks over to Douglas, who’s only barely stirring, a small abrasion above his right eye. Blood trickles down from his brow obscuring his vision. Shields leans down to Douglas and the two converse, as Scott nods his head. Shields just shrugs, turns toward Quimby and the time keeper and signals to ring the bell.
There’s a hesitation, as the time keeper does NOT want to start this match. So, Jack climbs out of the ring, begins yelling at him, and then CHARGES.
DDK:
Jack Harmen just locomotive’d our time keeper!
Angus:
And now he’s grabbing the ring bell!
Harmen indeed has the bell and the tiny hammer, and enters the ring. He holds it high above his head and looks up the ramp to Stevens and Harvey, who are just laughing their asses off.
Scott Stevens:
Oh! By the way Scott! Did I mention this match… is no disqualification?
Harmen then slams the hammer into the bell three times, tosses the hammer out of the ring, and waits for Douglas with the ring bell still in his hands.
DDK:
This isn’t a match! This is a mugging! How can Mark Shields sleep at night!
Angus:
I’m guessing on his pile of money from ill gotten gains.
As Douglas gets to his feet, Harmen charges. Wild swing which Scott ducks, into a go behind. He tries to lock in a sleeper, but Harmen fights back, walking backward and forcing Douglas into the far corner with authority. Any chance of holding onto the submission is gone as Douglas slumps.
DDK:
Douglas is lucky he didn’t land up in that death corner.
Angus:
Speaking too GORRAM soon, Keebs!
Harmen grabs Douglas and goes for an irish whip. It’s successful as Douglas starts darting toward the corner with the exposed pad and chair. At the last moment, he almost trips himself, sliding to avoid collision. As Harmen stalks toward Douglas, Scott catches Harmen with an arm drag. Harmen quickly up to his feet, quicker than Scott, charges again and Douglas is able to catch the anger filled Lunatic with a drop toe hold. Douglas clutches his ribs as he gets to his feet, off the far side ropes, and hits a seated dropkick to the recovering Harmen. Douglas dives on top to end this early.
One.
Harmen easily kicks out. Douglas latches onto him with a rear chinlock, attempting to recover himself while keeping his foe down. Harmen quickly fights to his feet before Douglas can react. A few elbows to the gut of Douglas easily break the hold. Harmen off the far side ropes, returns and ducks a desperation clothesline, into a go behind rear waist lock and into an accordion inducing German suplex. Harmen hops to his feet, arms stretched wide with a devil horn taunt as he circles the ring. Boos reign from the Faithful.
DDK:
Faithful, while its it's been a dream match of mine to see these warriors of wrestling square off in this ring… it’s not right Angus! And now this disrespect?!!
Harmen just places a single boot onto the chest of Douglas, and then YELLS at Shield.
Jack Harmen:
COUNT ‘IM.
Even Shields is reluctant as he slides into position.
One.
The count is a bit slower than usual, odd enough.
Two.
Shields hesitates as Harmen growls at him.
Th-NO! Douglas gets a shoulder up!
DDK:
No Scott! Just stay down! Think of your career!
Angus:
Scotty’s got more pride and passion than any logical man Keebs, and I GORRAM LOVE IT. He also may be functionally retarded, but I don’t judge!
DDK:
Isn’t that exactly the definition of judging?
Angus:
Shut it Keebs.
Harmen doesn’t pay any attention to Douglas, instead confronting Shields and chest bumping him into a neutral corner. Jack shouts and yells at Shields…
Jack Harmen:
MARK SHIELDS… MORALITY!? BAH! DO YOUR JOB, AS POORLY AS EVER!
DDK:
I mean, Shields is deplorable, but even he can’t easily stomach this physical assault on Scott Douglas.
Angus:
It’s like bizarro world Keebs. Except I still totally key’d Jack Harmen’s rental.
As Jack turns back to Scott Douglas, he doesn’t notice that DEFIANCE’s Favorite son has gotten to his knees. Harmen jaw jacks toward some fans in the front row.
Jack Harmen:
Roll a joint in your GED if you can even get one!
**RING**
Scott Douglas pushes off the mat, dives toward Harmen and CLANGS him with the ring bell. He uses all his force and movement to nail Jack in the face, and tumbles to the canvas spent.
DDK:
DOUGLAS! DOUGLAS! TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE! JACK HARMEN MEET RING BELL!
Angus:
KISS IT JACK! KISS IT!
The Faithful swell in cheers as we see an image at the top of the ramp of Jay Harvey and Scott Stevens freaking out. They begin to make their way closer to the ring as Douglas, barely, has the were-withal to drape a hand over the unconscious Harmen. Shields is quick to slide into position at the protest of Stevens shouting up the entrance ramp.
ONE.
TWO.
Thre-NO! Harmen gets a shoulder up, barely returning to consciousness. Harmen tosses Douglas’ arm off his chest and tries to shake the cobwebs from his head. It’s here we notice that he has a small laceration from the bell above his left eye. He notices blood, and his eyes go wide. With a surge of adrenaline, he grabs Douglas up from the mat by his jean shorts and hair, before sizing up the corner. He takes two steps, and tries to shot put toss Douglas into the corner, spinning around the ring once with Douglas. On the revolution, Douglas trips himself, grabbing Harmen by his tights and YANKING him forewards.
*SMACK*
Harmen’s head tumbles into the steel chair set up in the corner, sending it FLYING up the entrance ramp, almost striking Jay Harvey as he heads to ringside. Harmen stumbles dazed from the corner, falls to a knee, clutching his head. As he rises to his feet…
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!
Indeed, Jay Harvey, Scott, Bo and George Stevens all hit the ring. There is no ring bell to signal the end of the match, that’s still lying bloodied in the corner. Mark Shields wants no part of this and runs away, not raising Douglas’ hand.
♫ Smiling and Dyin’ - Green River ♫
George Stevens grab Douglas off the canvas, and slings him over his shoulder in a firemen's carry.
DDK:
We saw this earlier tonight!
Bo falls back to the ropes and dropkicks Douglas in the face. The Faithful jeer the quintet as they begin to toss trash and half finished concessions into the ring.
DDK:
Texas Two STEP!
Bo and George pick Douglas up, again, at the behest of Scott Stevens, and shoot him toward Harvey.
DDK:
WAKE UP CALL by Jay Harvey!
Angus:
Yes, by A JAY HARVEY. That spineless prick!
Harvey is all smiles as he looks down at the man he beat for the SoHer. Stevens directs traffic as Harmen recovers in the far corner. As Stevens tells Bo and George to pick Douglas up for him, Harmen rushes out from the corner and SMASHES his boot into Douglas’ face, sending him onto his back and then flipping onto his stomach. Harmen turns to Stevens.
Jack Harmen:
Had to be done.
Stevens nods in agreement, as he again directs Bo and George to lift Douglas from the mats. Stevens shoves the FIST into Douglas’ face as the two Stevens Brothers restrain him.
DDK:
TOXIC STING! He had that championship over his shoulder as he delivered the Toxic Sting! Dear God Angus. This is decimation. Mikey Unlikely led an Invasion ... this, this ... this is an occupation!
Angus:
Douglas may have won the battle tonight, Keebs… but the Stevens Family and this well, sure ... Occupation may have won the war.
As Stevens gets to his feet, Bo and George lift him onto their shoulders and carry him around the ring, FIST raised high.
DDK:
Folks ... I -
Jay Harvey climbs the far turnbuckle and raises his SoHer championship, as Jack Harmen looms over Scott Douglas. He hawks, spits a lugey onto Douglas, and walks away.
DDK:
I’m at a true … loss … of words, Angus.
he last image we see… is a beaten, bloody Scott Douglas, lying face up in the middle of the ring. His bruised ribs exposed, a trickle of blood dripping down his chin behind his ear, eyes glazed over…
Angus:
I’m NOT! FOR FUCKSAKE! This is GODDAMN egregious! This unwashed son of a bitch was on the front lines fighting for THIS COMPANY when the call came down … WHERE THE HELL WERE THE REINFORCEMENTS!?! Eh!? When HAIR GEL stormed THE GATES … Scotty was there … WHERE WERE THE REST OF YOU CU --
Copyright.
THIS.
IS.
DEFIANCE.