Post by Jman2k3 on Mar 21, 2019 5:03:00 GMT
SCOTT STEVENS vs. TITUS CAMPBELL
DDK:
Next up ladies and gentlemen is the in-ring return of the former FIST of DEFIANCE, Scott Stevens, since being suspended and forced by management to stay home.
Angus:
The fucker should’ve been fired, Keebs!
DDK:
Maybe so partner, but he has a bit of a challenge here tonight as he takes on Titus Campbell.
Angus:
Damn right he does Keebs. Titus is coming off a big win last week on Uncut and he’s looking lean and mean while Stevens looks fat and drunk.
DDK:
I’ll take your word on it since I haven’t seen Stevens at all today.
Angus:
I have, and he was smelling like cheap booze and ass. He’s going down.
Darren Quimbey:
The following contest is a singles match set for one fall! Introducing first from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 310 pounds… ”WINGMAN” TITUS CAMPBELL!
♫ “Labrinth” by Earthquake feat. Tinie Tempah ♫
Flashing lights dance from the entrance, silhouetting a huge man with his arms extended wide, showing an almost impossible wingspan. Stepping out into the spotlight is a massive, mountain of a man. Wearing a black varsity-style jacket with silver sleeves and a matching pair of silver sunglasses, “Wingman” Titus Campbell tosses off his “WINGMAN” flat-brimmed hat and drops his jacket to the ground. The African-American giant smirks and bops a bit to the beat before walking down to the ring. He nods to the cheering fans - his Flight Crew - and hands off his shades to a fan in the front row before entering the ring. He waits on his opponent as his music cuts.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights, light up the arena.
DDK:
The sounds of Queen is the calm before the storm.
Angus:
Ummmmmm. Shouldn’t they be playing the music now Keebs?
No music 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 is a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Darren Quimbey:
From The Great State of Texas, THE FORMER FIST of DEFIANCE CHAMPION!!! …SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers.
DDK:
Stevens not fazed by the Faithful here tonight.
Angus:
He’s gonna be fazed out of these company when he loses tonight.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring talking smack and flipping off the DEFIANCE filth in the crowd until he reaches 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 raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
The Angry Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING
DDK:
And here we go.
The former FIST comes out of his corner looking to lock up, but Titus is more concerned with the faithful.
DDK:
Stevens not looking thrilled that Titus doesn’t realize the match has started.
Angus:
When he Stevens ever happy?
The Angry Texan shoves Titus in the back and tells him something unkind.
DDK:
Stevens...just told Titus to quit fooling around and start the match.
Angus:
That’s not what he said Keebs.
DDK:
Well, I’ve used all my cuss words for the week and if I use one more Kelly will fine me.
Titus smirks and brushes the Texan off as he plays to the Flight Crew.
DDK:
Did Titus just brush off the former FIST?
Angus:
He did Keebs and I love it!
Stevens’ frustration begins to show as his face turn a slight shade of red as he grabs Titus by the arm to spin him and gets cracked in the mouth by a right hand.
DDK:
Right hand by Titus!
Stevens staggers back and before he can regain his composure he’s sent flying into the ropes by the giant foot of Titus.
Angus:
Eat The Feet!
DDK:
Very funny.
Angus:
I know. Thinking of going on tour.
As the disoriented Texan slingshots forward Titus sends him flying.
DDK:
Nice biel from Titus.
Angus:
Look at him run. COWARD!
Stevens slides out of the ring and kicks the ring steps in frustration which leads the former FIST to lose his focus and get into it with the Faithful.
DDK:
Stevens looks like he’s about to deck some fans in the front row.
Angus:
I hope he does so he can get cuffed and tased.
Stevens doesn’t see Titus climbing up the turnbuckle and as he turns around Titus jumps connecting big a massive shoulder tackle that sends the Texan over the barricade and The Flight Crew going ballistic.
Angus:
Did you see that, Keebs?!?!?!?!?!?
DDK:
I did partner and Titus could be on his way to victory.
Titus reaches over the barricade and begins to pick up Stevens. Titus hooks him and lifts him high into the air and holds him up while posing.
DDK:
Is he flexing?
Angus:
Damn right he is, Keebs.
Titus brings him back over with a vertical suplex and Stevens his writhing in pain, but instead of continuing the attack Titus showboats with the crowd.
Angus:
What the hell are you doing?
After a moment, Titus picks up Stevens and rolls him into the ring follows while hooking the inside leg.
ONE
TWO
Kickout
DDK:
Stevens kicks out at two.
Angus:
...
Titus doesn’t like the count by Hector Navarro but the official stands by his decision, so he presses on.
DDK:
Titus questioning the call by the official.
Angus:
If you weren’t posing you could’ve won.
Titus reaches down to pick up Stevens, but the crafty veteran rakes the eyes and if you blink you would’ve missed….
DDK:
TOXIC STING!
Stevens sits up and looks at Titus with disgust as he knows he was shown up and that drives Stevens to let out a primal yell as he jerks Titus up and places him between his legs to deliver a massive spike piledriver.
DDK:
Cover by Stevens.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Stevens pushes himself off of Titus once he hears the ring.
Angus:
He has the match won. He had the match won.
Darren Quimbey:
And the winner of the match by pinfall…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
DDK:
Stevens picks up a major win here tonight leading into Maximum DEFIANCE…..
DDK:
Next up ladies and gentlemen is the in-ring return of the former FIST of DEFIANCE, Scott Stevens, since being suspended and forced by management to stay home.
Angus:
The fucker should’ve been fired, Keebs!
DDK:
Maybe so partner, but he has a bit of a challenge here tonight as he takes on Titus Campbell.
Angus:
Damn right he does Keebs. Titus is coming off a big win last week on Uncut and he’s looking lean and mean while Stevens looks fat and drunk.
DDK:
I’ll take your word on it since I haven’t seen Stevens at all today.
Angus:
I have, and he was smelling like cheap booze and ass. He’s going down.
Darren Quimbey:
The following contest is a singles match set for one fall! Introducing first from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 310 pounds… ”WINGMAN” TITUS CAMPBELL!
♫ “Labrinth” by Earthquake feat. Tinie Tempah ♫
Flashing lights dance from the entrance, silhouetting a huge man with his arms extended wide, showing an almost impossible wingspan. Stepping out into the spotlight is a massive, mountain of a man. Wearing a black varsity-style jacket with silver sleeves and a matching pair of silver sunglasses, “Wingman” Titus Campbell tosses off his “WINGMAN” flat-brimmed hat and drops his jacket to the ground. The African-American giant smirks and bops a bit to the beat before walking down to the ring. He nods to the cheering fans - his Flight Crew - and hands off his shades to a fan in the front row before entering the ring. He waits on his opponent as his music cuts.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights, light up the arena.
DDK:
The sounds of Queen is the calm before the storm.
Angus:
Ummmmmm. Shouldn’t they be playing the music now Keebs?
No music 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 is a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Darren Quimbey:
From The Great State of Texas, THE FORMER FIST of DEFIANCE CHAMPION!!! …SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers.
DDK:
Stevens not fazed by the Faithful here tonight.
Angus:
He’s gonna be fazed out of these company when he loses tonight.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring talking smack and flipping off the DEFIANCE filth in the crowd until he reaches 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 raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
The Angry Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING
DDK:
And here we go.
The former FIST comes out of his corner looking to lock up, but Titus is more concerned with the faithful.
DDK:
Stevens not looking thrilled that Titus doesn’t realize the match has started.
Angus:
When he Stevens ever happy?
The Angry Texan shoves Titus in the back and tells him something unkind.
DDK:
Stevens...just told Titus to quit fooling around and start the match.
Angus:
That’s not what he said Keebs.
DDK:
Well, I’ve used all my cuss words for the week and if I use one more Kelly will fine me.
Titus smirks and brushes the Texan off as he plays to the Flight Crew.
DDK:
Did Titus just brush off the former FIST?
Angus:
He did Keebs and I love it!
Stevens’ frustration begins to show as his face turn a slight shade of red as he grabs Titus by the arm to spin him and gets cracked in the mouth by a right hand.
DDK:
Right hand by Titus!
Stevens staggers back and before he can regain his composure he’s sent flying into the ropes by the giant foot of Titus.
Angus:
Eat The Feet!
DDK:
Very funny.
Angus:
I know. Thinking of going on tour.
As the disoriented Texan slingshots forward Titus sends him flying.
DDK:
Nice biel from Titus.
Angus:
Look at him run. COWARD!
Stevens slides out of the ring and kicks the ring steps in frustration which leads the former FIST to lose his focus and get into it with the Faithful.
DDK:
Stevens looks like he’s about to deck some fans in the front row.
Angus:
I hope he does so he can get cuffed and tased.
Stevens doesn’t see Titus climbing up the turnbuckle and as he turns around Titus jumps connecting big a massive shoulder tackle that sends the Texan over the barricade and The Flight Crew going ballistic.
Angus:
Did you see that, Keebs?!?!?!?!?!?
DDK:
I did partner and Titus could be on his way to victory.
Titus reaches over the barricade and begins to pick up Stevens. Titus hooks him and lifts him high into the air and holds him up while posing.
DDK:
Is he flexing?
Angus:
Damn right he is, Keebs.
Titus brings him back over with a vertical suplex and Stevens his writhing in pain, but instead of continuing the attack Titus showboats with the crowd.
Angus:
What the hell are you doing?
After a moment, Titus picks up Stevens and rolls him into the ring follows while hooking the inside leg.
ONE
TWO
Kickout
DDK:
Stevens kicks out at two.
Angus:
...
Titus doesn’t like the count by Hector Navarro but the official stands by his decision, so he presses on.
DDK:
Titus questioning the call by the official.
Angus:
If you weren’t posing you could’ve won.
Titus reaches down to pick up Stevens, but the crafty veteran rakes the eyes and if you blink you would’ve missed….
DDK:
TOXIC STING!
Stevens sits up and looks at Titus with disgust as he knows he was shown up and that drives Stevens to let out a primal yell as he jerks Titus up and places him between his legs to deliver a massive spike piledriver.
DDK:
Cover by Stevens.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Stevens pushes himself off of Titus once he hears the ring.
Angus:
He has the match won. He had the match won.
Darren Quimbey:
And the winner of the match by pinfall…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
DDK:
Stevens picks up a major win here tonight leading into Maximum DEFIANCE…..