Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2019 7:15:41 GMT
STEVENS DYNASTY vs. STP
DDK:
Let's go to the ring!
Angus:
I hope these Hitler descendants go full Holocaust on these inbred fucks.
DDK:
Really.
Angus:
Really.
DDK:
Last show, the STP demanded a shot at the Tag Team Championships, but the Stevens Dynasty, Cary in particular, said they had to earn it in what else but a handicap match. Then, in an odd twist, Lorelei bartered to make for the Trios Championship. The real question is: Will the advantage of having Scott Stevens be too much for STP?
Angus:
Hell no. STP ... I'm an oilman, gonna goose step all the way to victory.
The sound of a guitar wails throughout the arena followed by a gunshot.
♫ "When the Smoke Clears" by Dale Oliver, Ducky Medlock and Bigg Vinny Mack.♫
The video screen shows four shadows and as they appear as Scott, George, Bo, and Cary along with The Stevens Dynasty as they show their identity the Faithful begin to shower The Stevens Dynasty with boos.
Darren Quimbey:
Being accompanied to the ring by Cary Stevens… from The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 958 pounds… SCOTT! BO! AND GEORGE! THE STEEEEEEVEEEEEEENSSSS DYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNAAAAASSSSTTTYYYYY!
A golden waterfall of pyro flows downward behind them as Cary leads the charge as his sons and nephew follow behind him as they appear on stage. The Stevens Dynasty stops midway on the entrance ramp and hold up the Tag Team and Trios Championships as fireworks and confetti shoot off all around the Wrestle-Plex.
Cary Stevens:
Greatest Tag Team ever!
Stevens says into the camera as he leads his team to the ring and as they enter the flames from the turnbuckles come alive as another golden pyro waterfall begins to rain down into the ring as the Stevens Dynasty holds up all the gold.
Angus:
Not this shit again.
With the champions in the ring, focus turns to the entrance ramp.
DDK:
Please get out from under the desk...
Angus:
Are you wearing swim fins?
DDK:
Seriously?
♫"Links 234" by Rammstein♫
The red strobe lights are nowhere to be found and neither are the challengers. Lighters, camera flashes, and cell phones give little glimpses of what is going on, but not enough for anyone to clearly see.
Darren Quimby:
At a combined weight of 632lbs... accompanied by Lorelei Albrecht... PIETRO GEIST... MACK BRODY... THEY ARE THE SEXUAL TYRANNOSAURUS PLATOON!!!
Several moments pass and still no sign of the STP.
Angus:
They better not have bitched out.
DDK:
I doubt that highly. There's no way they wouldn't show.
In the darkness, Cary starts smirking confidently and pats Bo and Scott on the back.
Cary Stevens:
All that buillshit and they don't even show. Pussies.
Without any warning, a massive crash echoes through the arena. The little flickers of light show two huge shadows looking down at a third.
Angus:
What in the wide world of sports was that?
DDK:
I have no idea. Sounded bad though.
Angus:
Come on, AV nerds in the truck! Get the lights back on!
Seemingly on command, the lights come back up and the crowd erupts at the sight of Pietro Geist and Mack Brody standing over the lifeless body of George Stevens, who has been driven through a table at ringside. The STP turn to face the remaining Stevens family members, as they look down in complete and utter shock.
DDK:
And that is how you even the playing field!
Angus:
Send that tubby bastard to Jenny Craig in a bodybag!
DEFmed flood the scene, tending to the motionless George. For once in a long while, Cary is speechless. He looks over the situation and cannot believe his eyes. Iris Davine arrives on the scene and confers with her preceding staff.
DDK:
Things just got very real for the Stevens Dynasty.
Angus:
That's right, Cary. Get a good look. You and your Hills Have Eyes family are fu --!!
DDK:
Angus!
Brody and Geist simultaneously climb up onto the apron and then, into the ring. The three remaining Stevens back up to the far ropes, not even trying to be brave in the face of the two monsters heading in their direction. Cary runs over to the official and gets right in his face.
Cary Stevens:
This is bullshit! Disqualify them!
Benny Doyle:
I can't! The bell hasn't sounded yet. I can't disqualify them when this match hasn't officially started.
Cary Stevens:
Well, this match isn't going to happen then. The stipulation was three on two. Fuck this! We are leaving.
The referee grabs Cary by the arm, when he tries to lead the others out of the ring.
Benny Doyle:
You leave now and The Stevens Dynasty forfeits the match and those titles.
Cary Stevens:
Fucks sake! Are you serious?!?!
Cary erupts with anger and stomps the mat. He looks over to the medical staff who are helping George towards the backstage area. He scurries out of the ring to confront Iris Davine.
Cary Stevens:
Wait, a second! Where is he going?
Iris Davine:
George has suffered a concussion and I cannot clear him to compete.
Cary Stevens:
What?!? You can’t do that! Fuuuuuuuck….
Cary grips his hair with both hands and kicks the steep steps before slapping the ring apron. His rage anything but hidden.
Angus:
One piece of trailer trash down, three to go!
DDK:
You're getting quite the kick out of this.
Angus:
You bet your ass I am. These assholes need to be put in the ICU.
Scott and Bo look to Cary for guidance, only to have him throw up his hands and motion towards the STP, as George is led up the ramp to the back.
Cary Stevens:
Unless you want to go to the back and forfeit the titles, you two are going to have to fight them.
Bo looks to his uncle with a look of pure fear written on his face, while his cousin Scott just sighs and shakes his head, wondering how he lets his father get him in these situations.
Scott Stevens:
Fucking great...
Mack Brody glares at the duo with a downright evil smirk, positioning himself in the middle of the ring, but not without first pounding fists with his ally. SuperMack motions to the crowd to pump up the volume and he nods in time, as they chant for the Platoon.
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
DDK:
As if it wasn't clear enough, the crowd is definitely showing their support .
Angus:
STP! STP! STP!
DDK:
Asking you to be unbiased would be a waste of my breath...
Angus:
Stop talking, Keebs. You're going to mess up my rhythm.
Not afraid to fight and knowing he has very little choice in the matter, Scott steps out of the corner, looking to start the match. He wasn't going to be intimidated by a couple of upstarts. He's the f'n Texan, Scott Stevens and it is "go time". Bo sighs with relief upon seeing this and pats the Scorpion on the back with approval.
Bo:
Oh, thank god. You're starting.
Scott:
Shut up and get your head in the game. We got shit to do.
Bo slips out to the apron and the referee quickly calls for the bell.
DING DING
DDK:
And here we go!
Angus:
I am so happy this is the opener. Getting right to the good stuff this week.
Unlike his cousin, Scott isn't going to back up when faced with one of the angry carnivores and he walks out to get right in Brody's handsome face.
Scott Stevens:
You two think you're hot shit, but you're just another bunch of steroid-abusing bodybuilders who think they can come in here and throw their fucking weight around. It was really fucking cute what you did to George, but you still ain't leaving here with the titles. Fuck Geist and fuck y-ERK!!!
DDK:
Scott as foul-mouthed as ever, but I have to say drawing the ire of these carnivores is a bad idea.
Angus:
I can't wait for Brody to shut that sister-kissing mouth forever.
Having heard just about enough, Brody harshly grips Scott by the throat. Everyone’s favorite Texan cannot pull himself free, while SuperMack leans in close to stare him dead in the eye.
Mack Brody:
Redneck, you're going to look really fucking funny trying to eat Thanksgiving Dinner with no fucking teeth.
Unable to force his way out of Brody's grip, Scott knees him square in the gut and follows it right up with a trio of punches to the same spot, backing him into the corner. An Irish whip attempt by the Scorpion is reversed and SuperMack follows him in only to get caught with a back elbow that sends him stumbling back to the middle of the ring. Scott immediately races towards Brody only to be military pressed into the air.
DDK:
Good god! Scott Stevens is over 250lbs!
Mack does a couple of reps before driving his opponent down to the mat with a slam. Scott clutches at his back and growls in pain, while climbing back up to his feet. Just as he got there, Brody sent him flying with a running shoulder tackle.
Angus:
I imagined hitting Scott with a BMW and it looked like that.
DDK:
You do realize that Brody is American, right?
Angus:
Whatever. All these Nazis look alike.
Scott hurries out safety on the floor. Cary puts himself between his son and the ring, motioning to the referee that he is calling a timeout.
DDK:
Definitely not the way Scott expected the start of this match to go.
Angus:
Come on, Hitler's wet dream, stay on him.
Bo joins his relatives down on the floor and looks to help Scott up. The Scorpion wants none of it, pulling his arm away from his teammate. He takes his time climbing back into the ring and backs up to his team’s corner. Brody motions for him to come and fight.
Mack Brody:
Man up and fight.
Scott takes a deep breath and begins to circle his adversary, who just pivots in place. Everyone’s favorite Texan finally meets him and they engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. The two jockey for position with neither seeming to gain the advantage.
DDK:
Can you believe Scott is matching Brody?
Angus:
Not so fast, Keebs.
SuperMack raises his head up and looks around. He makes a few funny faces, showing everyone that he is not even trying. Scott is giving his all, but it was all for not. Brody takes a single step and violently throws the Scorpion backward.
DDK:
When was the last time you saw someone toy with Scott like that?
Angus:
Those salutes really work out the arms, Keebs.
Mack looked to follow up and found his opponent sliding back out to the floor once again. In his haste, Scott didn't realize where he put himself. He looked to his right, where he once again found Cary heading towards him. This time, Cary stops before making it there and instantly started backing up. He pointed behind his son.
DDK:
Scott is in the wrong part of town.
Angus:
And the right place to get his skull caved in.
Scott turned to find an anything-but-happy Geist heading in his direction. Everyone’s favorite Texan backs up as fast as he can and rounds the corner of the ring, putting as much distance between him and the angry German. His frustration was more than apparent when he shot his father a dirty look.
DDK:
Scott looks to be kicking himself for letting his father talk him into this match.
Angus:
I'd rather Geist be kicking him instead.
Cary tries to check on his son and gets shoved out of the way, before Scott rolls into the ring. He slaps Bo on the chest.
Scott Stevens:
You helped cause this shit ... you HANDLE IT!
Bo grimaced, as his cousin slipped out to the apron. He was in no hurry to get in the ring, with the hyped-up Golden Gladiator waiting to pounce on him. Bo entered the ring very carefully and immediately slipped between them, so the referee would defend him from a quickly approaching Brody.
Angus:
God damn it! Get that zebra out of the way! Where's a lion when you need one?
With Brody at a safe distance, Bo starts to circle as fast as he can. He slaps his own face, trying to get hyped up, and he goes towards his enemy. Bo slips under Mack's attempt to grab him and clubs him in the back before hooking a side headlock. Bo is fired into the ropes. As if he had run into a lamppost, Bo twists to the mat after slamming into SuperMack's massive frame, who didn't budge even the tiniest bit.
DDK:
Yeah, that's not going to work.
Angus:
He'd have better lunch shoulder blocking an ice cream truck.
Not going to be shown up, Bo was up on his feet in a flash and hit the ropes once again, only to have the same result.
DDK:
Second verse, same as the first.
Bo refuses going to give up and he hits the ropes for the third time. This time, he slips under a clothesline and then, a wild back elbow on his way back from the far ropes. Missing the elbow, Brody dashes to the adjacent ropes and meets Bo in the middle of the ring.
DDK:
POUNCE!
Bo flies through the air, hitting the ropes harshly and he falls awkwardly to the mat. Taking a page out of his cousin's book, he instantly rolled out to the floor and what he thought is safety. However, Geist had just about enough of the stalling. The Uberkreiger grips Bo by the throat and military presses him into the air before throwing him back into the ring between the top and middle ropes.
DDK:
Geist is not giving Bo a choice in the matter. He is going to fight Mack.
Bo scurries backward away from his attacker, not wanting to deal with an enraged Geist, but found himself bumping into the legs of the other half of the STP.
Angus:
Out of the gas chamber and into the furnace.
Bo turns around and tries to beg off. Mack couldn't care less. He grips the smallest Stevens by the hair and pulls him up. Bo acts fast and thumbs Mack in the eye, gaining his freedom. He tries to exit the ring and finds Geist in his path. The Todesengel blasts him in the jaw with a right hand.
DDK:
Bo isn’t safe anywhere.
The punch sends Bo stumbling back into the waiting arms of Brody who spikes him with a brutal spine buster.
Angus:
That’s what I’m talking about! Cripple that redneck.
With one of their foes finally apprehended, Brody drags him by the arm over to the STP's corner and offered his hand to his teammate, which is quickly slapped.
DDK:
Tag to Geist.
Mack whips Bo into the ropes. It looks as if Brody was going to deliver a Deep Six on Bo, but instead of slamming him after completing a rotation, SuperMack tosses Bo to Geist, who catches him and uses all the momentum to deliver a Black Hole Slam.
DDK:
Amazing display of power by the challengers.
Angus:
Spun him around like his great Aunt Dorothy’s house in a tornado.
DDK:
Dorothy was from Kansas. They are from Texas.
Angus:
To-may-to to-mah-to.
Thinking Scott may try to get involved, Geist's focus turns to him with fire in his eyes and the Scorpion holds up his hands, showing he has no intention of getting involved. Pietro tries for the first pinfall of the match.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
DDK:
Broken up just before three.
Not the most trustworthy person on the DEFIANCE roster, Scott does get involved hitting Geist in the back of the head with a double axe handle. He races out to the apron as rapidly as possible and motions for Bo to come to him.
Scott Stevens:
Come on, Bo. Move your ass.
It is apparent that Scott is hoping to capitalize on the small opening with his hurrying of his cousin. Bo was able to reach him safely to make the tag.
DDK:
Scott back in… or not.
Yet, Bo was just a bit too slow. Everyone’s Favorite Texan found a ravenous Geist upright and chomping at the bits with the idea of getting his hands on him.
Scott Stevens:
Fucking hell...
Easily one of the most hated men on the roster, Scott scanned the audience with utter disdain, as they roar in approval at the very thought of Geist pummeling him.
GEIST! GEIST! GEIST!
GEIST! GEIST! GEIST!
GEIST! GEIST! GEIST!
Once wiping his boots off on the apron, the Scorpion slips into the ring. He slowly takes a lap of the ring before meeting Geist in the middle of the ring. The Uberkrieger tries for a collar and elbow but it is cut off by a kick to the gut. A right hand follows, only to have the German growl and brush off the punch. A second punch got the same result.
DDK:
Scott won’t back up, but I don’t think this is working.
Angus:
He is poking the big angry Nazi bear and I hope he gets mauled.
Scott digs into the heel playbook and goes right to his foe's eyes.
Angus:
Grecco-Roman thumb to the eye.
DDK:
Well, that was to be expected. God forbid they keep it clean.
A trio of boots are driven into Geist's stomach. Scott motions to Bo before whipping their enemy into the opposite corner. Showing his ring IQ, Brody races down the apron and drapes his huge frame over the top rope, stopping his teammate from colliding with the corner. A Scorpion Splash is one of Scott Stevens' preferred methods of attack and that was his objective. Yet, the German had other ideas, as he snags him out of thin air.
DDK:
STO!
Angus:
STP!
Just as Geist drives Scott down, Bo sprints down the apron, trying to clothesline him. Bo's arm connects, but the Todesengel doesn't budge. Bo turns white as a ghost when his opponent stares a hole through him.
DDK:
No effect at all. I mean absolutely none.
Angus:
Bo is going to die.
He brings Bo into the ring the hard way with a biel, allowing Scott to use the distraction and escape to the floor. Out of view, Brody slides into the ring. A dazed Bo backs into him and is hooked around the waist. The Golden Gladiator carries Bo to the middle of the ring, where Geist met them. A Yakuza kick strikes Bo in the Jaw and to make matters worse, he is dumped on his head and neck with a backdrop suplex.
Angus:
Lord knows kicking him in the face couldn’t make that trailer trash any uglier.
Cary reaches into the ring to pull his battered nephew out of harm's way. Scott makes sure to keep a safe distance, while the referee must keep the STP from taking off to the floor after him, Bo, and if given the chance, Cary.
Angus:
Again, this dumbass ref is in the way.
DDK:
You can't fault him for doing his job.
Angus:
Umm... Yes, I can. He's a retard.
Luckily for the Stevens, the eagerness of the STP allows them to get some time to recover. Scott rolls into the ring and positions himself back in his team's corner, while his cousin slowly stands, though on a pair of wobbly legs. Everyone’s favorite Texan wraps his arm around Bo's head and ever so quietly whispers something in his ear, while Brody and Geist swap positions.
Cary:
Keep those pieces of shit back, ref!
Not taking kindly to Cary's words, Mack can't stop himself from spitting down at the elder Stevens male. Cary grabs the middle rope, possibly looking to get physically involved. Brody just grins at him, wishing Cary would dare do such a thing.
DDK:
Oh, Cary hated that. He looks like he wants to get involved.
Angus:
I couldn't be so lucky, Keebs.
The subtle distraction is all the Scorpion needs and he blindsides Mack with a forearm to the jaw and a pair of boots to the gut. Scott extends his hand to Bo.
DDK:
Tag to Bo.
Both Stevens begin to batter Brody with every punch, kick, axle handle, and elbow. Mack drops to one knee but he doesn't stay there long. The duo back him into the ropes just to whip him across the ring. A double clothesline attempt has SuperMack run right through it. With a head of steam, Brody dives at his two foes, knocking them both down.
DDK:
Diving shoulder block takes out both men!
Brody doesn't let Bo get a chance to breathe, let alone anything else and pulls him to the STP's corner. Mack hoists Bo up in a fireman's carry and Geist slaps him on the back.
DDK:
The STP has something in mind here.
Angus:
I hope it is tearing Bo’s arms off and beating him with them.
Once his ally is in position, Brody tosses Bo's lower half into the air like he is going for an Attitude Adjustment. Geist catches Bo as if going for a powerbomb, as he flips, and both members of the STP drive their enemy down into the mat.
DDK:
ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT INTO A POWERBOMB!
Geist catches Scott trying to interfere and stampedes towards him, making Scott drop off the apron and back up to the security barrier.
DDK:
Not so fast, Scott.
Angus:
That big Aryan isn’t one of the sheep in the barn. You ain’t sneaking up on him.
Instincts kick in for Bo and he starts clawing and scratching his way towards his corner. Unfortunately for him, Geist is in-between and his desired destination. The Uberkrieger pulls him up by the hair and keeps a firm grip with his left hand, as he buries a punch with his opposite hand into Bo's ribs.
DDK:
The last place I want to be is on the receiving end of a punch from Geist.
Bo's legs give out, but Geist won't let him fall. Another punch finds almost the exact same spot. The body shots cause Bo's arm to drop and expose his head, so the German can knock him to the mat with an overhand right to the jaw. Geist leads a wobbly-legged Bo to his corner and Brody slaps him on the shoulder.
DDK:
Big Mack back in.
Angus:
I wonder if they serve them in Germany or do they call them a “Heir Mack”.
Geist tries to bend Bo's back the wrong way with a pendulum backbreaker and holds him in place, while Brody hops up to the middle rope. Mack flips his opponent off before trying to remove his head from his shoulders with a leaping elbow drop.
DDK:
DEMOLITION DECAPITATION!
Angus:
HELL YEAH!!! Do it again! Take his head off!
With Bo thoroughly demolished, Brody goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
Brody explodes up to his feet in a flash, forgoing the cover, to meet a hastily approaching Scott. The Scorpion instantly shifts into reverse and slowly heads back to his corner, never turning his back to his foe.
Angus:
He wouldn’t run if it was his sister standing there.
DDK:
That surely isn’t his sister standing there.
Angus:
Have you seen the Stevens women? They would make Helen Keller flinch. Trust me, there's a reason they fuck the livestock.
Now that Scott is back on the apron and holding the tag rope up, so everyone knows he has it, Mack turns back to Bo. He has used the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base, but soon wishes he didn't. A downright evil right-hand rocks his head back, sending him collapse across the middle rope.
Angus:
I think all these shots to his face could actually improve his looks.
DDK:
Really?
Angus:
I mean… he can’t get any uglier, can he?
Brody pulls him up by the ear and proceeds to slam his own head into Bo's. Not once or twice, but three times.
DDK:
A trio of stiff headbutts there.
Bo can barely stand, as Mack heads to the ropes. Knowing he has to do something, Scott stealthily pulls down the top rope, causing Brody to tumble awkwardly to the hard floor below.
DDK:
That was a rough landing for Mack.
Angus:
Yeah, the head and neck aren’t designed for crash landings.
No stranger to this game plan, Bo grabs the referee's shirt, drawing all of the official's attention to him and stopping him from reprimanding Scott. Cary wastes no time in blocking Geist's path, leaving the Scorpion to deal with Brody. Making full use of the opening, Scott lines up his target before dashing towards him, leaping off the steel steps to deliver a picture perfect right hand to the jaw that not even the massive Mack can brush off.
DDK:
THE FIST OFF THE STEPS! And the referee never saw it.
Angus:
Son of a bitch... Why can't they just let the Gestapo kill them like we all want?
Seeing what happened, Geist pie-faces Cary to the floor and races towards Scott, who makes a quick exit from the scene of the crime. The damage has been done, so Bo releases the referee's collar, allowing him to slide under the bottom rope to the floor.
Benny Doyle:
Get back in your corner, Geist. Go on!
A smile comes over Cary's face and he mockingly motions for Geist to shoo. The referee backing up Geist allows Scott to pull Brody up and roll him into the ring. Bo grips his opponent by the hair and pulls him up. A waistlock by Bo and he displays some of his own strength, as he picks Brody up and deposits him on his head.
DDK:
Picture perfect technique with that belly-to-back suplex.
Angus:
I bet a lot of livestock has been slammed by Bo.
Instead of going for a cover or the tag to his cousin, Bo just wants to deliver some pain of his own to get back at his enemies. He blatantly chokes Brody with both hands, right in front of the referee.
DDK:
Nothing technical about that. Just trying to choke the life out of Mack.
Angus:
Not everything has to be pretty, Keebs. Just look at his face.
Bo releases the choke at about ninety nine one hundredths and the thirst for vengeance pushes him to punch Brody, which he surely does. Things are firmly in hand for the Stevens, as Bo reaches out to his cousin.
DDK:
Tag to Scott.
In comes Scott and he lines up a dazed Brody. Bo rotates wildly, delivering a lariat to the back of his foe's neck, just as everyone’s favorite Texan socks him in the jaw with a superkick.
DDK:
The Alamo is BO-Dazzled!
Angus:
You're not helping my mood when you say things like that.
DDK:
Oh sorry.
Bo makes sure to get a cheap shot in before leaving Scott to continue the attack on their enemy. The Scorpion forces Brody up to one knee where he wallops him with a pair of big right hands and a kick to the chest. With his enemy out of it, Scott hits the far ropes and puts Mack back down with a charging European uppercut.
DDK:
Big time impact there.
Taking a moment to admire his handy work, Scott slapped the face down Brody across the back of the head.
Scott Stevens:
Not so tough now, are ya?
Scott stomps on the back of Brody's head and keeps his boot there, while he offers his hand to Bo. A tag is made. Scott drops down to one knee and holds their foe in place, so Bo can deliver rapid fire stomps to the back of SuperMack's head.
DDK:
CTE protocols may be needed after those stomps.
Angus:
Gotta be careful with those German doctors. They experiment on people.
Not giving his enemy any time to recover, Bo hurries him up and whips him into the far ropes. He follows it up by charging into him, driving a stiff back elbow right into Brody's mouth. Blood begins to trickle from SuperMack's mouth, as his bottom lip was split open.
DDK:
What a shot by Bo. He is showing a more aggressive side.
Angus:
He needs to or the SS will murder his ass.
DDK:
You mean the STP.
Angus:
No, I don’t.
An aggressive streak peeks out its head, as Bo pounces on the fallen Brody and viciously slams his head into the mat by his hair before going for a pin attempt, driving his forearm right in Mack's face, but not hooking the leg.
1...
2...
NO!
Bo's smaller frame is easily shrugged off.
DDK:
He is going to have to hook the leg and thensome, if he wants to keep one of these big men down.
Angus:
It’s hard to focus when your mind is full of nothing but unsheared sheep.
Still pissed off, Bo doesn't argue with the referee and he leads his adversary back to the Stevens Dynasty's corner. Bo starts unloading with body shots, as Scott slaps him on the shoulder. Instead of entering the ring, the Scorpion climbs onto the middle rope and starts punching away at the side of Mack's face.
DDK:
Giving Brody a taste of his own medicine here with the straight-up pummeling.
With the referee's count reaching four, Bo backs off with his hands up , while Scott gets in one more shot to the cheek before the duo swap positions. Everyone’s favorite Texan grabs the woozy Brody by the front of his tights and pulls him from the corner, right into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
DDK:
Perfect execution and bridge.
ONE...
TWO...
NOOO!!!
Again, Brody's power allows him to push his adversary out of the cover.
DDK:
Mack is still just too strong.
Angus:
Germany does have some top-notch 'roids.
DDK:
He is American...
Scott shoots the referee an evil glare, not satisfied with the count at all. The distraction doesn't hurt him, as he is able to hook on a scissored front choke on the kneeling Brody, pulling him to the mat. The Scorpion yanks on the hold with as much torque as possible, trying to drain the life out of his foe.
DDK:
Submission clamped on tight.
Scott Stevens:
Ask him!
Brody refuses to quit, yet he knows that he can't remain in the hold for much longer. He stomps one foot into the mat and then slams his fists into canvas. Mack's strength was never in doubt, but he shows just how powerful he is by rising up to his feet with Scott clinging to him.
DDK:
The STP’s power just can’t be trained for.
SuperMack sees a turnbuckle ahead of him, so he rushes towards it and sandwiching Scott in the corner. However, the Texan refuses to relinquish the hold, shaking his head in defiance.
Scott Stevens:
Fuck you. You're going to have to do better than that!
DDK:
Scott as DEFIANT as ever.
Angus:
Asking these ogres to try harder is not something I’d be doing, but he is from Texas, so he is obviously retarded.
Things are getting fuzzy for Brody, as he staggers back out to the middle of the ring. He once again drops to one knee. The hold definitely taking its toll. It is getting harder and harder for Mack to remain awake, let alone upright. Scott's weight forces him to lean forward and he places his hand on the mat to stop from falling over.
DDK:
The hold is locked in tight and draining the life out of Brody.
Geist begins to stomp on the steel steps, creating a rhythm that the crowd soon joins him in with stomping clapping, and chanting.
DDK:
The big German trying to get the crowd involved in the match-up.
Angus:
I hope it is physically. Now, that is a numbers advantage.
LET'S GO MACK! LET'S GO MACK!
LET'S GO MACK! LET'S GO MACK!
LET'S GO MACK! LET'S GO MACK!
With renewed energy, Mack once again gets to his feet and slowly starts to march towards Geist's outstretched hand. Stomp by stomp, he inches his way closer. Brody reaches out and is just mere millimeters away from his teammate, with the crowd roaring in support. Scott releases the body scissors and plants his feet firmly on the mat, creating a human wall in-between the two members of the STP.
DDK:
Scott’s experience and ring IQ is outstanding.
Angus:
Compared to his family, that’s like saying he is the smartest kid in Special Ed.
A knee to the gut and an elbow to the back of the head stops Mack and allows the Scorpion to dump him on his head with a belly to back suplex.
DDK:
Those suplexes are a thing of beauty. They really are.
Scott holds on and backs close enough to his family's corner, so quick blind tag can be made. Everyone’s favorite Texan looks like he going attempt a second belly to back suplex on Mack, but he is just holding him, so Bo can springboard into the air and drive him into the mat with Scott increasing the impact.
DDK:
CTB BO-DOG COMBINATION!
Thinking this could be it, Bo wastes no time going for another pin.
ONE...
TWO...
NOOO!!!
SuperMack refuses to stay down and is able to get his right shoulder up with just moments to spare.
DDK:
There was no throwing his enemy off this time. Brody was just able to get his shoulder free.
Bo believes that was definitely a three-count and in an act of frustration, makes sure to show the referee how to do it, by clapping his hands to simulate the count.
Bo Stevens:
1. 2. 3. It's that simple. Get it together.
DDK:
Bo needs to stay focused on his foe and not the official..
Angus:
Doyle must have said “baaa”.
Turning his attention back to his opponent, Bo finds Brody on one knee and greets him there with a forearm to the jaw. Bo opens his hand and pulls it way back, before locking it harshly on Mack's face, squeezing his temples as tight as possible.
DDK:
A staple of the Texas wrestling culture, the Iron Claw!
Angus:
Texans have strong hands from giving their boyfriends handjobs.
DDK:
Would you stop?
Angus:
What? Lorelei told me that.
DDK:
She wouldn’t waste a single breath on you.
Geist begins to pace up and down the apron as if he was a caged animal. He begins to slap the turnbuckle, joining the crowd in their attempt to rally behind Brody. The building sound starts getting to Bo and he looks around the arena, shaking his head no.
Bo Stevens:
Shut up, scumbags. He isn't going anywhere.
A growl bellows out of Mack and Bo can barely keep the hold applied with him getting completely vertical. Rights and lefts find Bo's torso. As soon as he gets free, Brody dashes to the ropes. Bo dives onto his belly, forcing Mack to hop over him. Bo looks to leapfrog him on his way back, but the Golden Gladiator doesn't duck under him. Instead, he takes him out of the air with a bicycle kick.
DDK:
That huge boot was driven square into Bo’s chest!
Before Mack can even think of heading to his teammate, Scott pounces on him from out of nowhere with a double axle handle to the back. In the background, Bo shows Cary's training is sound with him bear crawling into position between Geist and Brody. The Scorpion throws a right, but it is blocked. He is able to slip under a counterpunch, putting him next to his cousin. Bo and Scott simultaneously kick their foe in the stomach and grab him for a double suplex.
DDK:
They could be going for the Paralyzer here.
Angus:
The ASPCA once sued them for trying tag moves, if you catch my drift.
Yet, they can't Mack up and over. Twice they try and are still unable to suplex him. Brody slips his arms down around their waists and amazes everyone by sending them both flying.
DDK:
RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON BOTH STEVENS!
The momentum the throw sends Scott rolling out of the ring, while Bo grasps at his back in pain. Their foe isn't in any better shape. Brody is exhausted with the counter draining him of his reserve energy.
DDK:
Can Brody capitalize on this opening? His tank has to be empty.
A few moments pass before Bo and Mack start to stir. Brody sees this as his opportunity to get to his teammate. Bo is on the opposite side of the ring with no hope of stopping him. He summons what little energy he can muster and slowly claws his way towards the Platoon's corner. The crowd is nearly bursting at the seams, as he makes it into range for the tag.
DDK:
Brody is almost there!
Angus:
Wait a minute! Look at that sheep fucker Scott.
Out of sight, Scott had dove under the ring and now slithers out behind an unsuspecting Geist. Brody dives towards the corner and his teammate's extended hand. Yet, the hand vanishes just before he can reach it, as the Scorpion pulls the German off the apron.
DDK:
Scott once again shows why he is the all-star the Stevens Dynasty.
Angus:
Yeah, he gets first pick of the livestock when they get home.
Scott rolls into the ring as fast as he can to avoid Pietro punishing him for interfering and the German looks to follow him in. The referee didn't see Scott slip in behind him, but he does see the massive frame of Geist and immediately cuts him off. Everyone’s favorite Texan makes full use of the opening to grab Mack by the hair and drag him back to the Stevens Dynasty's corner.
DDK:
The Stevens know how to manipulate the referee to their advantage better than just about any team I have seen.
Angus:
If they weren’t such scumbags, I would actually applaud them.
The two Stevens club away at their foe before successfully taking him vertical and planting him in the middle of the ring with a double brainbuster.
DDK:
THE PARALYZER!!!
Scott rolls into the cover, as Bo slips out to the floor. The referee slides into position, but see that it is the Scorpion trying for the pin and refuses to count.
Benny Doyle:
You're not the legal man. Back out to the apron.
Angus:
Not so fast, Heffer raper.
Cary looks on in shock, while Bo cannot believe what he is hearing. Scott slams his fist into the mat, obviously frustrated at the scarce miscue between the family members.
DDK:
That is a definite rarity. The Stevens don’t make that mistake often.
Scott Stevens:
Get your ass in here.
Scott rolls out the apron, while his cousin slides into the ring. Bo goes right on the offensive with a pair of stomps to Brody's chest. Despite the error, Bo is feeling confident with his adversary flat on his back and looks out to the crowd.
Bo Stevens:
You really thought these assholes could get the job done?
Bo stomps Brody for a third time.
Bo Stevens:
Look at what you hung your hopes on.
DDK:
This showboating could come back to haunt him.
Angus:
Let’s hope so.
Bo pulls Mack up to one knee and smacks him right in his bloody bottom lip with an overhand right that drops him to all fours. Bo gives his cousin the chance to tag in and it is accepted.
DDK:
Scott back in.
Scott goes right to work, sending Mack stumbling back into the corner with a European uppercut. Brody crashes into the opposite corner courtesy of an Irish whip. Starting in the opposite corner, the Texan darts towards him and jumps as high as he can into the air. Yet, finds nothing but turnbuckle waiting for him.
DDK:
Scorpion Splash misses again!
Running on fumes, Mack can't take advantage of the opening. He barely has the strength to drag his huge body in the direction of his partner. Scott is in no position to stop him, as his legs are jello and the wind was knocked clean out of him due to the harsh collision with the corner. Crawling on his hands and knees, the Scorpion makes it to his corner to tag in Bo.
DDK:
Scott makes it to his teammate first.
In a flash, Bo is in the ring and tries to cheap shot the German. Geist avoids the punch and clocks Bo in the back of the head with a stiff forearm. A dazed Bo staggers out of the STP's corner. He is captured by Brody and slammed on his head with an exploder suplex.
DDK:
24K!
The crowd rises from their seats with anticipation. Brody and Bo are both motionless on the mat for a several moments, before they start to stir. Bo is up first, using the ropes to get vertical. Not thinking a tag to Scott would allow his cousin enough time to stop the tag to Geist, Bo tries to do it himself. The crowd's cheers grow louder before blowing the roof off the building, a Bo fails and SuperMack is able to bring the Todesengel into the match-up.
DDK:
And he makes the tag! In comes Geist!
Angus:
It's blitzkrieg time!
Bo tries to beg off in an attempt to calm Pietro down, but he is having none of it. A right hand from the very depths of hell smashes Bo's jaw, knocking him down. Bo is back up in the blink of an eye and is knocked back down just as quickly. A biel launches Bo all the way across the ring. Scott tries to help out his cousin only to be pressed into the air and caught coming down with a brutal spinebuster.
DDK:
BEERDIGUNG!!!
Angus:
That spinebuster was so evil, Keebs is speaking in tongues!
Bo tries to fight back, but his attempt at a kick is caught. Geist spins him and hooks on a rear waist lock. Bo is heaved across the ring again, this time with a big German suplex.
DDK:
Geist just showed Bo what a real suplex is.
Angus:
He has taken over this match like it was Poland!
Bo is propped up in the corner by Geist and soon finds his cousin being shoved into him. The Uberkrieger lowers his shoulder and slips his arm between both of the Stevens' legs.
DDK:
No way... There's no way he can do this.
Angus:
Oh, it's happening, Keebs. It’s definitely happening.
Geist snarls, as he lifts both Scott and Bo up into a fireman's carry, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet. He marches out to the middle of the ring, not struggling at all with the weight across his shoulders.
Angus:
He is going to kill two sheep-fucking inbreds with one bratwurst!
DDK:
Just how strong is this man?
Luckily for him, Bo is able to wiggle free. He lands on his feet, but tumbles down across the middle rope when he tries to walk. Scott isn't so lucky. He is tossed into the air and driven down with a loud boom.
DDK:
GROUND ZERO!
Angus:
The Germans weren't behind that... or were they? What do you know, Keebs?!?!
The impact of the move nearly bounces even the gigantic Geist back up to his feet and his attention shifts to Bo instantly. The German's hands grip Bo's throat and with seeming ease he tosses him up into the air. Geist uses all of his might to drive Bo down with sit-out powerbomb.
DDK:
GEH ZUR HOLLE!
Angus:
Even you speaking that booga booga language isn't going to ruin this for me. Death to the Stevens!
The official looks to make the count.
ONE...
TWO...
Thr-NOOOOO!!!!!
The arena echoes with a collective "Oh!" as Bo somehow escaped defeat.
DDK:
Bo just narrowly escaped there.
Not one to argue with the official, Geist is already pulling his enemy up before the referee can signal that it was only a two count. The Todesengel tosses Bo into the corner and puts his boxing background to work. A pair of lefts and a right to the body, a left hook, and a right uppercut drop Bo to his ass in the corner.
DDK:
When Geist hits you, you go down. It really is that simple.
Angus:
Bo should be called England because Geist is dropping bombs.
Cary leaps up onto the apron, drawing both Geist's and the official's attention to him.
DDK:
Come on Doyle... Get him down from there.
Angus:
Let Geist punch him first and then get him down.
He narrowly avoids getting socked in the mouth by the enraged German. Geist turns back to Bo, leaving the referee to handle Cary. However, the distraction works like a charm. Bo thrusts his arm between the German’s legs, bringing his onslaught to a stop and leaving him wide open for Scott to come running down the apron and deliver a Superman punch with so much power that he tumbles to the floor.
DDK:
Patented Stevens distraction leads to The FIST.
Angus:
Benny Doyle needs to be fired.
Bo stacks Geist up for a pin and for good measure, drapes his feet across the middle rope once the referee gets into position to count. The crowd boos the Stevens to high holy hell upon seeing them once again resort to dirty tactics.
DDK:
The official doesn’t see his feet on the ropes! The Stevens could steal another one!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Even with the extra leverage, Geist is able to kick out. Everyone in attendance chants for the challengers, hoping to will them to victory.
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
DDK:
They just can’t keep these carnivores down!
Angus:
If they had a Russian on their team, they could beat the Germans.
Bo buries his face in his hands. He was one hundred percent certain that was it. He looks to his uncle, who throws his hands up. He can't believe it either. When he looks for his cousin's opinion, he gets Scott angrily pointing at Geist.
Scott Stevens:
Stay the fuck on him, moron.
Refocused, Bo gets Geist vertical. However, his Irish whip is reversed. Scott slaps Bo on the back, as he hits the ropes.
DDK:
I don't think Geist saw the tag.
Everyone’s favorite Texan carefully slides into the ring to remain undetected, as Bo avoids a clothesline and back elbow from the German. Geist lowers his head, giving Bo the opening he needed. A kick catches the Uberkrieger in the collarbone, standing him up and dazing him for what comes next.
DDK:
DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
Scott goes for a cover, hooking the leg, while Bo stands guard.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Unsure if his teammate will kick out or not, Mack digs deep and uses an explosion of energy to slam into Bo at full speed. The impact sends Bo flying backward, where he crashes into Scott and inadvertently breaks up the pin.
DDK:
Brody with the save!
All four men try to get vertical at the same time and find themselves paired off, as Geist looks across at Scott and Brody at Bo. Bo and Scott both go on the offensive, connecting with a trio of right hands and getting boo's from the crowd with each one. All it takes is a single right hand from the members of the STP to knock the Stevens back.
DDK:
The Stevens strike first, but the STP strike hard.
Not giving up, Bo and Scott fire right back, delivering another 3 punches each. All it does is hype up Brody and Geist, who snarl back at them and blast them with brutal punches of their own.
DDK:
The Stevens won’t back down, but trading shots with the STP is not the best gameplan.
Angus:
If they want to get clobbered by the Nazis, let them.
The Stevens unload with all they have, connecting with punch after punch. Yet, with each punch, they seem to have less and less effect. The STP reach their feet, towering over the cousins. With their punches having absolutely zero effect, Bo and Scott dig into the villain playbook.
DDK:
Stereo thumb to the eyes.
Angus:
Did you expect anything different?
On the same page, Bo and Scott hit the ropes. Whatever plans they have is immediately ended with the STP crashing into them. Scott crashes to the mat courtesy of a Vader attack by Geist, while Bo and Mack collide and tumble between the middle and top rope. Brody goes all the way to the floor while Bo somehow remains on the apron, just a few feet from his corner.
DDK:
Brody and Bo are out of the picture.
Geist pulls a dizzy Scott to the middle of the ring. He sheds the elbow pad covering his right arm and throws it into the crowd. The Scorpion tries to raise his hands in defense, but it was futile. The Todesengel unloads on him with a left-handed body shot, a left hook to the jaw, a right hook to the other side of the jaw, and a spinning back elbow with the same right arm.
DDK:
I have no idea how Scott is standing.
Angus:
The lights are on, but no one is in the barn.
To the ropes goes Geist and he has only one thing on his mind, tearing Scott's head from his shoulders.
DDK:
ENTHAUPTUNG-COUNTERED INTO THE VENOMOUS WRATH OF THE GODDESS SELKET!
In the dead center of the ring, the Scorpion had captured the German's arm and expertly clamped on a crossface, making sure to scissor Geist's arms. Scott pulls with every fiber of his being.
DDK:
Look at the torque. Scott is really cranking back.
Angus:
So many sheep have been injured this way.
Brody is nowhere to be found and the ropes are a mile away even for the gigantic Geist. He growls in agony, struggling best he can to force his way out of the hold or move closer to the bottom rope. However, Scott's grip will not budge.
Scott Stevens:
TAP OUT KRAUT FUCK!!!
Benny Doyle:
Do you want to give it up Geist?
Pietro Geist:
Nein!
Scott Stevens:
DIE NAZI FUCKER!!!
Scott hopes the extra smack talk would break his foe, but all it did was light a fire in Geist. He slammed his fist into the mat and with a growing roar, the Uberkrieger began to raise himself off the mat. The Scorpion wouldn't release him, so Geist lifted him off the mat, while rising up to a vertical base.
DDK:
The power of the STP is uncanny. They just can’t be held down.
Geist's battle to reach the ropes had moved the pair closer to the Stevens Dynasty's corner. The placement allows Bo to reach out and slap the elevated Scott's leg, just out of view.
DDK:
Bo with the blind tag.
Angus:
Bo’s face makes me wish I was blind.
Bo dashes to the far ropes, as Scott drives his elbow into the back of Geist's head, forcing him to lean forward. Everyone’s favorite Texan breaks the leg scissors and stands next to his foe. He wraps his foot around Geist's leg and straightens him for the incoming Bo.
Angus:
SHOTGUN DROPKICK-RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP COMBINATION!
Scott drags his adversary into the middle of the ring before scurrying to the opposite corner of his cousin. They wait for their foe to reach one knee before nodding to one another. They are looking to put Geist down once and for all.
DDK:
I think the STP has run out of lives, as it looks like GAME OVER!
Angus:
Where do I put the quarters to continue? The trailer trash can’t win!
The duo explode out of their corners and Scott leaps into the air, as Bo winds up. Seemingly out of thin air, Mack pulls his teammate out of the way causing both to miss. Well, miss Geist that is. Bo's kick connects, but not with the intended target. With no one there to stomp, Scott lands on his feet and cannot avoid his cousin's kick that catches him right in the Stevens family jewels.
DDK:
Bo may have just ended a branch of the Stevens’ family tree.
Angus:
You say that like it is a bad thing.
A double shoulder block by the challengers sends Bo flying through the air, as Scott rolls out to the floor. Brody hurries back to the STP's corner. Geist pulls Bo with him over to the corner. The Golden Gladiator slaps him on the back and starts to make his way up to the top rope, while the Todesengel hoists Bo up in powerbomb position.
DDK:
This could be it!
The crowd rises their feet with their cheering growing louder and louder with each passing moment. Brody slices his throat with his thumb and points to their adversary.
Mack Brody:
Time to fucking die.
One massive roar and Geist extends his arms to hold Bo up for Mack. Brody dives off the top rope, nearly cutting Bo in half with a horrific spear.
DDK:
AUSSTERBEN!!!
Mack looks for the pin, making sure to hook Bo's lifeless leg as tight as possible. Cary gives one final thought to getting involved, but with Geist acting as security and staring a hole through him, he thinks better of it. He grimaces, knowing this could be the end, as the referee drops into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
And there goes the roof of the arena into the stratosphere.
Darren Quimby:
The winners of this bout and... NEEEEEEEEEW DEFIANCE TRIOS CHAMPIONS... THE SEXUAL TYRANNOSAURUS PLATOON!!!
DDK:
The STP has done it! They have dethroned the Stevens Dynasty!
Angus:
That’s fine and dandy, but don’t stop there. Go get Scott and kill him too!
The announcement brings another eruption of cheers from the crowd. Benny Doyle collects the 3 title belts from a stagehand and hands them off to the new champions. Down the entrance ramp runs Lorelei. She joins Brody and Geist in celebration. They hand her the third title belt and the trio raise them high into the air, much to the delight of the crowd and the dismay of the Stevens family.
DDK:
It may not be the titles they originally wanted, but they have earned their shot at the tag titles in the future and most importantly, showed everyone that the Stevens Dynasty can be toppled.
Angus:
And that these German bastards have the strength of ATLEAST three men!
After pulling a bruised and battered Bo from the ring, Cary checks in on his son Scott. Royally pissed off and still feeling the effects of his cousin's error, the Scorpion shoves Cary on his way to the back.
Scott Stevens:
Get the fuck away from me. This is all your fault.
Cary Stevens:
Scott. Come on.
DDK:
Scott’s had enough of his father for one night.
Angus:
Thanksgiving is going to be more awkward than normal at the Stevens house.
Knowing there is nothing he can say, a frustrated Cary tends to Bo, helping him stand. Cary turns to look back at the newly-crowned champions and finds Lorelei grinning like the cat that ate the canary. She blows him a kiss just to piss him off just a little bit more before resting the title belt on her shoulder.
Cary Stevens:
Fucking bitch...
Brody and Geist watch on from over Lorelei's shoulder and once the Stevens were at a safe distance, the STP joins the crowd in celebration. They raised their titles and shouted along with the chanting crowd.
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
STP! STP! STP!
Geist rests his portion of the championship on Lorelei's other shoulder to which she fakes her knees buckling from the weight with a chuckle. Brody kisses his title belt and meets his best friend in the middle of the ring. They turn to the crowd raising their arms one final time to great approval.