Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 23, 2021 16:25:15 GMT
THREE STAGES OF HELL: SCOTT STEVENS vs. ARTHUR PLEASANT
DDK:
Up next ladies and gentlemen is the THREE STAGES OF HELL MATCH!
Lance:
That’s right Keebs, tonight Arthur Pleasant and Scott Stevens are going to hell and back as they compete in a possible three matches in a row.
DDK:
That’s right Lance. The first fall will consist of a normal singles match up while the second fall will be a submission match.
Lance:
And if necessary, the rule book will be thrown out the window for the third fall as we will have a NO-HOLDS-BARRED match!
DDK:
No count outs. No disqualification. Pinfalls and submissions must be inside the ring. We've also been informed that there will be a definitive winner as stopping the match due to excessive blood loss will NOT occur.
Lance:
These two men are going to turn this ring and the surrounding areas into their own personal blood bath and I for one... am a little bit nervous about it. Heh.
The lights go out.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
♫ “All Within My Hands" by Metallica ♫
Erratic guitar strumming thunders throughout the DEFplex, followed by the smashing of drums. Moments after that, the THRASHING of guitars, drums, and bass create a cavalcade of chaos that sends the entire crowd into an ear-splitting frenzy. A video package plays on the DEFIAtron, showing some of Arthur Pleasant’s “greatest hits”.
Pleasant grabs the zippo lighter and flicks his thumb, creating the steady, motionless flame right into Aaron King’s face in his debut match.
A shopping cart nails a pane of glass directly in front of Theodore Cain’s body at Road to DEFIANCE. The glass shatters into a million tiny pieces while driving the cart into Cain’s tree of woe position!
Arthur races into the ring ropes on DEFtv 152… and NAILS Trashcan Tim across the jaw with the Provocation!
“BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Pleasant measures LaCroix up on top of a ladder at DEFCON 2021 and flips forward, nailing a destroyer piledriver off the top of the ladder to the canvas below!
A bloodied and nose-broken Arthur sets Lindsay Troy up into a fireman’s carry before immediately pushing up underneath her, clutching her face as he brings her down across his knees as vertical as a tent spike with the nastiest Calamity Pain DEFIANCE has ever seen!
The Denizen of Decay lifts Codename: Guardian up for a fisherman’s buster and nails it, but the video quickly shoots to the second and third after the first lands.
Finally, we see a photo with a prismatic filter of Arthur Pleasant laughing maniacally inside a straight jacket atop a ladder.
The DEFIAtron turns into a giant bloodied smiley face as flames shoot up unexpectedly on the stage as the song progresses from the thrashing metal portion of the song to the slow and methodical section nearly a minute into the song.
Finally, Arthur Pleasant appears on the entrance ramp to a raucous chorus of boos.
Darren Quimbey:
The following contest is the THREE STAGES OF HELL MATCH!!!
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
Darren Quimbey:
Making his way down to the ring first, from Under the Midnight Sun.... weighing in at two-hundred and seven pounds… he is the PROVOATEUR… ARTHUUUUUUUUURRRRR… PLEEEEEEASAAAAAAANT!!
DDK:
Wow. Hell of an entrance for who is arguably, maybe not arguably, the most hated man in all of DEFIANCE.
Lance:
Yeah. That’s an understatement. As I watch our monitors on the table here I see the folks at home are experiencing flashes of THE SCOURGE every five seconds or so as Arthur moves down the ramp way. Talk about disorienting!
DDK:
Also, conspicuous by their absence is the rest of the Scourge. One has to wonder if, again, Arthur told Harmen and King to stay in the back for this one.
Lance:
I’m sure he has them in reserve if things go south, Keebs.
After sauntering down to the ring while the slow potion of “All Within My Hands” plays, Pleasant suddenly slithers into the ring. Just as Pleasant gets up, he climbs to the corner turnbuckle, gazing out with narrowed eyes and pursed lips as the tempo once again THRASHES everyone’s ears in deafening fashion. Hopping down from the photo op, Pleasant cackles as some of the lyrics plays with the heads of the Faithful:
“HATE ME NOW, KILL ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
“HATE ME NOW, CRUSH ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
“SQUEEZE ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
“CHOKE ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
“HATE ME NOW, TRAP ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
“HURRY UP AND HATE ME NOW”
“KILL ALL WITHIN MY HANDS”
With those lyrics lingering in the minds of the Faithful, Pleasant blows a kiss out to all of HIS haters and DEFIANTs.
“A TEXAS SIZE ASS WHOOPIN IS COMING BOY!”
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 jeers that had once filled the arena quickly turn into cheers. 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
♫ “Dead Man Walking" by Crucifix ft. The Lacs ♫
Plays throughout the arena.
DDK:
The thorn in Arthur Pleasant’s side is here and the expression on Arthur’s face says it all.
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain. As soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage, golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises his right fist high into the air.
DDK:
Stevens is looking to make an example of Arthur and remind people of what the former FIST is capable of.
Lance:
Exactly Keebs. A lot of people have Arthur favored over the former FIST which is astonishing.
Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent…...from The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…He is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers and fist bumps his supporters.
DDK:
Stevens is all business as he approaches the ring because he knows he is taking on a unique individual.
Lance:
That he is Keebs. Arthur is a very unique individual to train and scout for but if anyone found a chink in the armor of Arthur Pleasant it’s everyone’s favorite Texan.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring completely focused on the task at hand 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 his fist into the air once more before dropping to the canvas as the former FIST shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell.
DING DING
DDK:
And here we go……
Pleasant and Stevens come out of their respective corners and Pleasant has a devilish grin on his face as he extends his hand and the Texan stares down at it.
DDK:
Arthur’s joking right?
The Faithful boo and shout for Stevens not to shake the man’s hand and the Texan doesn’t do the sort as he swats away Pleasant’s hand much to his annoyance.
Lance:
Arthur trying to get into the head of Stevens, but Scott is a seasoned veteran of the sport and he will have to do better than that.
Pleasant and Stevens circle one another before trying to lock up. Stevens immediately shows Pleasant his strength as he throws him down to the canvas. The Provocateur is wide eyed and cautiously starts to get to his feet.
DDK:
Stevens showed Arthur what has brought him to the dance so many times and that’s his incredible strength.
Lance:
Even at his age, he is still a physical specimen.
Pleasant and Stevens go to lock up, but this time the Texan feints and ducks under the attempt and swings behind Arthur, tripping him up. Stevens side-mounts Pleasant before transitioning to a side headlock and paint-brushing the top of his head. The VIOLENCE of DEFIANCE immediately pushes the Texan off.
DDK:
Stevens having fun with Arthur.
Lance:
Not just that, Keebs, but Scott is showing his wrestling ability as well.
Pleasant pops up to his feet and immediately yells for Stevens to lock up again. The Texan shrugs as he approaches the Provocateur. Scott goes to lock up, but Arthur immediately kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Arthur rocks the former FIST back upwards with another kick, this time to the face. Pleasant shows why he isn’t very “pleasant” as he snapmares Scott to the mat and delivers a stiff kick to the Texan’s spine before locking in a reverse chinlock… but instead of a chinlock, he grinds at the eyes like a wild savage.
Lance:
Arthur couldn’t match power with Stevens and he might be at a stalemate if this turned into a technical clinic, so he’s getting creative.
Carla warns Arthur who reminds her he has until the count of five before letting go at the tail end of four with a rake of the eyes.
DDK:
Stevens could seriously be injured there. Arthur was digging deep into the Texan’s eye sockets.
Arthur continues the attack with stomps all around the Texan’s body before reaching Scott’s head and driving a sickening knee to the top of it.
Lance:
Arthur’s often overlooked Muay-Thai background is coming into effect with those precision strikes.
Arthur locks in a front facelock and begins to drive his left elbow into the neck and side of Stevens’ head. Arthur follows the elbows up with knees to the head and continues the attack until he believes the former FIST has had enough and goes for a pin.
One!
Two!
Stevens powers out.
Lance:
Looks like there is still some fight left in Stevens, Keebs.
Arthur immediately jumps up and double stomps the Texan in the chest, sending the air out of Stevens completely. Pleasant drops the leg across Stevens’ chest before dropping another knee across his face. Pleasant locks in another front facelock and pulls Stevens up before hitting a snap neckbreaker.
DDK:
Vicious neckbreaker by Arthur who is going for another cover…….NO!
Arthur goes for the blatant choke instead and he’s not listening to the official.
One...
Two....
Three...
Four...
F-
-Pleasant finally lets go!
Lance:
Arthur was very close to a disqualification there.
Arthur and Carla have words before turning his attention back to Stevens.
DDK:
Arthur has been in control of this match and I’m surprised.
Lance:
Me too, Keebs. He seems to be one step ahead of Scott.
Arthur reaches down and starts to bring Stevens to his feet and the Texan delivers a heavy-handed shot to The Provocateur's ribs.
DDK:
Arthur is wincing from that shot. Can Stevens follow up?
The answer would be no as Arthur quickly drills Stevens with a jumping double knees to the face sending Scott staggering back towards the corner.
Lance:
Stevens’ nose has to be broken from that shot!
Pleasant charges in and delivers a running elbow shot. Pleasant grabs Stevens by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring, but the Texan puts on the brakes and quickly pulls Pleasant back towards him, delivering an overhead belly-to-belly suplex in the corner.
DDK:
OH MY! STEVENS JUST FOLDED ARTHUR UP LIKE AN ACCORDION!
Stevens takes a few moments to regain his bearings before pulling Arthur for the corner and going for a cover.
One!
Two!
Thr-
NO!
Arthur pops his shoulder up!
Lance:
Stevens almost had it there. He had Arthur stunned.
Scott yanks Arthur back to his back before mounting him and raining down right hands to the side of his face.
Lance:
Arthur may be a skilled striker, but Scott Stevens has some heavy hands that can do some damage when he starts slugging it out.
Stevens drills Arthur with a hard right before picking him up and using all of his strength to whip him into the opposite corner and Scott follows it up with a massive clothesline. Stevens starts unloading rights and lefts to Pleasant’s body before whipping him, chest first, into the corner that’s diagonal from them. Stevens then follows it up with another clothesline.
DDK:
Stevens is heating up and Arthur can’t get away.
Lance:
Stevens’ strength is proving to be too much.
Stevens grabs Pleasant by his head and begins to ram his face into the top turnbuckle, over and over, as the crowd counts the smashes. Once they reach ten the Texan lets out a primal yell and begins to choke Arthur with the top rope!
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
F-
Carla and Scott get into it.
DDK:
Stevens might be letting his rage get the best of him!
Lance:
He needs to calm down Keebs…....what’s Arthur doing?
Stevens backs up into the corner opposite of Arthur and lies him up before making a mad dash towards him and when he gets within a certain feet leaps.
DDK:
Stinger Splash coming up…....NO!
Arthur falls to the ground to show he had taken the top turnbuckle off and Stevens hits the exposed metal face first.
Lance:
STEVENS IS STUNNED!
Pleasant rolls Stevens up and grabs a handful of tights for extra leverage as Carla drops to make the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DDK:
Holy. CRAP. Arthur got him!
Lance:
I can’t believe Pleasant just beat the former FIST in a regular match-up! Can somebody get me the weather report so I can see if pigs are flying tomorrow?
Darren Quimbey:
The winner of Stage One via pinfall……...ARRRRRRRRRRRTHUR… PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASANT!
The fans all boo this as Pleasant laughs at getting one over on his adversary. Stevens simply shakes his head, knowing full-well Arthur Pleasant had his tights and the ropes for the pinfall.
“BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!”
“BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!”
“BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!”
“BULLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIT!!”
Darren Quimbey:
We now enter… the SECOND Stage! The following match is the second fall and it is a SUBMISSION MATCH!!!!
The Faithful snap out of their derisive chanting and cheer on the idea of Arthur Pleasant tapping out. Carla Ferrari makes sure both competitors retreat to their respective corners, but Arthur refuses to comply.
DDK:
Of course Arthur doesn’t want to listen to Carla’s instruction.
Carla Ferrari:
Step back!
Arthur Pleasant:
What if I don’t wanna, sugar twat?!
Lance:
Oh for the love of…
Carla Ferrari:
If you do not get back to the corner, you will forfeit this fall and I have no choice but to award the fall to Scott St-
Arthur Pleasant:
Fucking do it then!!!
Carla Ferrari looks like she’s about to call for the bell, when suddenly she realizes what Arthur’s intentions are. Calling Arthur’s shit like a great official should, Carla motions for both competitors to continue.
DING DING
DDK:
I’m not sure what that was all about, but Stage Two is underway!
Lance:
Stevens looks PISSED at how Arthur got away with that pinfall.
Both men are up and in their respective corners as Carla Ferrari motions for both of them to “get it on”. Stevens charges out first and Pleasant looks like a deer in the headlights when the former FIST catches him in a Texas Longhorn style football tackle that lifts him up and into the turnbuckle.
Stevens rams his shoulder in Pleasant… but the Provocateur LAUGHS!
He rams him again, and Pleasant continues cackling at Stevens’ brutal shoulder thrusts.
Stevens backs away, becoming only further incensed. Despite his laughs, Pleasant staggers out of the corner. Stevens retreats into the opposite ropes, giving some major separation between them. On the recoil, Stevens LEAPS halfway across the ring and…
...WHAAAAAAAAAAAM!
Stevens connects with a brutal Superman Punch that knocks Pleasant down to the mat in a heap, seemingly unconscious!
Stevens immediately clutches his hand and wrist and falls to his knees. He yells out to Carla…
Scott Stevens:
FUCK. I think it’s broken…!!
With Arthur sprawled out on the mat and unconscious, Carla tends to Stevens as she signals for the dreaded “X”.
DDK:
Oh no.
Lance:
That’s a bad break for Stevens… no pun intended.
DDK:
He hit Arthur so hard in the jaw with the patented FIST that he might’ve broken his own hand or wrist!
Lance:
Yeah, you can see it in his eyes too. Stevens is in a bad way here. Not a good start to Stage Two.
DDK:
It’s ironic that Stevens may have broke his hand considering this feud all started after Scott Stevens knocked Arthur on his ass with a single punch.
Lance:
True that, Keebs. I’m sure the irony is not lost on the former FIST.
As Carla continues checking on Stevens, Pleasant shakes the cobwebs away from the knockout tornado punch. Getting to his feet, Pleasant notices Carla checking on Stevens’ hand.
Pleasant smiles with his nasty, sharp, jagged teeth with absolute malice.
DDK:
What the…?! He can’t be thinking what I-
Lance:
NO!!!!!!
Pleasant charges out of the corner and NAILS CARLA FERRARI IN THE FACE WITH A SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK!!!
DDK:
PROVOCATION ON CARLA FERRARI!!! WHY?!!!!!! WHY DAMMIT???!!!!!
Lance:
DAMMIT!!!! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!!!!! SICK!!!! JUST SICK!!!!
There is a hushed concern within the Faithful for Carla Ferrari withstanding a sickening Provocation. The replays on the DEFIAtron only serve to exacerbate this concern as it shows how Carla legitimately backflipped from the impact, and landed flush on the mat. She immediately clutches her face before going rigid on the canvas.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
DDK:
I’ve noticed a beef between Carla and Arthur as Carla has been the one who counted Arthur’s shoulders down to the mat from some of his losses. But I never thought-
Lance:
That the sickest son of a bitch on the entire roster would do something so disgusting to “get even”. Never underestimate the levels of depravity of one Arthur Pleasant. The man should be locked up and institutionalized. End of story.
Medical personnel empty from the Guerilla position onto the stage and down the ramp while the Faithful buzz in contempt over the SHOCKING and DISGUSTING display of misogyny that Arthur Pleasant just unleashed on everyone. Pleasant, on one knee, is in mock prayer for a “fallen player” as one would see during an American Football game when a life-threatening player injury happens. He also happens to be... smiling.
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
“ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!!”
After what is undoubtedly the most prolonged and vehement chant in the history of time and space, Pleasant stands on his feet and bows to the crowd. Stevens, meanwhile, is back on his feet. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what just transpired. Looking at Arthur, Stevens screams at him.
Scott Stevens:
WHAT THE FUCK, ARTHUR?!
Arthur Pleasant:
THE BITCH. HAD IT. COMING!!!!
Enraged, Stevens makes a bee-line for Arthur, who then escapes to the outside. In chase, Stevens follows him.
DDK:
Looks like the cat and mouse game is on, but… the real story here is the well-being of Carla Ferrari. She took a nasty Provocation from Arthur, and she is by no means a professional wrestler in DEFIANCE Wrestling.
Lance:
She could be seriously hu- wait, what?! She’s… getting UP?!
The Faithful POP its collective cork as Carla Ferrari… STARTS GETTING UP!!! A pissed off look in her eyes, she looks at Arthur and wipes away the blood pouring from her nose. Even blowing some of it out on the mat and wiping it on her referee shirt, Carla shakes her head.
Carla Ferrari:
Nah. You’re not getting rid of me THAT easily!!!
The chants of “CAR-LA! CAR-LA! CAR-LA! CAR-LA!”...
… soon turn into chants of, “CARLA’S GONNA KILLLLLLL YOUUUU”.
DDK:
Now THIS is what separates DEFIANCE Wrestling referees from other referees… they don’t take a clothesline and cower in the corner for half an hour.
Lance:
They take full on face-caving kicks and get back up. Can’t wait for the Carla memes after this one, Keebs.
Pleasant slides back into the ring among the hullabaloo of what happened to Carla, and Stevens is right behind him. But suddenly, Pleasant “trips” like “first girl” in Friday The 13th. Stevens sees the opportunity present itself to him and grabs Arthur’s legs, swings him onto his back and steps through with a grapevine, setting up what undoubtedly looks like a sharpshooter.
DDK:
Scott Stevens is looking for Arachnophobia here!!
Lance:
Can he get Arthur over in it, though? Can he- wait a second?! Arthur is tapping?!
Before Stevens can even step through and complete the sharpshooter, Pleasant is flailing his arms around like a man being tortured by red fire ants. He taps the mat, his own chest, his own leg… everything he can to signify that he gives up. Shocked at this, Stevens releases the hold and a pissed off, bleeding-from-the-nose Carla Ferrari calls for the bell, signifying the end of the Second Stage!
DING DING DING
Darren Quimbey:
The winner of Stage Two by submission… SCOTT… STEVENS!!
Stevens simply looks down at Arthur with a look of utter confusion.
Darren Quimbey:
With one win a piece, we now enter… the Third and FINAL Stage! The following match is the last fall… and it is NO...HOLDS...BARRED!!!!
With Stevens looking down at the Provocateur, Pleasant slowly raises two fists, and turns them upside down into two birds.
DDK:
That son of a bitch. He PLANNED this!! No wonder he tried to get Carla to forfeit him!!
Lance:
I hate to say it, and I totally don’t WANT to say it, but since I am held accountable for my duties as an unbiased announcer I have no other choice but to admit the brilliance of that. All Arthur had to do was find a way to beat Stevens in the First Stage… and he knew he could get Everyone’s Favorite Texan right where he wanted him. In a match suited to his penchant for violence and sheer chaos.
DDK:
That has to be the craziest, most obnoxiously brilliant thing I’ve ever seen someone do here in DEFIANCE. He legitimately tapped out on purpose so he could get Scott in a match that completely favors the “Hardcore Provocateur”.
Lance:
The only upside to this is, Scott Stevens can take full advantage of this now as well. And with him being as angry as he clearly is? I wouldn’t want to be facing “Mr. FIST” in a scenario like this under any circumstances.
DING DING
A very pissed off Carla motions for both competitors to finish the third and final fall as she wipes her nose against her shirt again. Stevens immediately goes to the outside as Pleasant taunts Carla some more. After fiddling around underneath the ring for a moment, Stevens pulls out a thick and lengthy chain!
DDK:
Oh Lord! This is gonna get ugly in a HURRY.
Lance:
Look! He’s wrapping his fist with that chain!
Stevens wraps it around his fist as Pleasant continues to taunt Carla. Motioning to the Faithful for his finishing strike, “The Fist”, Stevens measures Pleasant up.
Pleasant finally turns towards Stevens.
Stevens LEAPS for the chain-wrapped superman punch… and misses!
DDK:
Arthur saw that one coming!
Pleasant ducks, and lets Stevens’ momentum carry him into the ropes chest first. Stevens bounces back and Pleasant jumps up, pulling the Texan’s neck down with an impressive jumping neckbreaker. Sitting up, Pleasant points to his head as if to say, “Too smart for that.”. Seeing the chain in Stevens’ hand, Pleasant pulls him to the center of the ring. Flipping him over onto his stomach, Pleasant sits down on the Texan’s back and unravels some of the chain from his hand.
Lance:
Yep, here we go. Bad intentions and Arthur Pleasant go together like peanut butter and jelly.
With half the chain unraveled, Pleasant pulls it so that Stevens starts choking himself with the bend of his own arm. Wrapping the rest of the chain with an overhand knot connecting Stevens’ hand to the middle of the chain, Pleasant pulls back, slipping some of the chain across the Texan’s mouth until it slides in between his upper and lower teeth.
DDK:
Oh my GOD. He’s going to kill the man!!
Wrenching back as much as he can, Carla Ferrari is right there to see if Scott wants to give up. Stevens’ eyes go wide but he refuses to tap as he looks for some slack on the thick chain between his teeth. But seconds later, Pleasant stands up, places his boot on the back of Stevens’ head, and STOMPS it as violently as possible into the canvas!
DDK & Lance:
OH MY GOD!!!!!
“YOU-SICK-FUCK!”
“YOU-SICK-FUCK!”
“YOU-SICK-FUCK!”
“YOU-SICK-FUCK!”
Stevens rolls around in agony, spitting blood and parts of his own teeth out from the vicious steel chain-assisted curb stomp. Pleasant drops to his knees, and hooks a leg!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!! Stevens DEFIANTly kicks out despite suffering through insurmountable pain from his mouth!!
Pleasant rips the rest of the chain off of Stevens, who noticeably holds what could be a broken hand close to his chest. Pleasant looks at the chain and laughs before tossing it back to the outside, clearly bored with the weapon. Pleasant slithers underneath the bottom ropes like a snake through a garden and starts sifting through objects underneath the ring.
DDK:
Folks, I am very concerned for the safety of Scott Stevens at this point. This No-Holds-Barred Match is EXACTLY what Arthur wanted, and now the Badass Texan is at his mercy.
Lance:
Somewhere, right now, Tillinghast is throwing a shoe.
Just as everyone feared, Pleasant pulls out an elongated table from underneath the ring… wrapped completely in barbed wire.
DDK:
Aww c’monnnnn. Already?!
Some of the fans cheer purely out of a desire to see carnage and in no way, shape, or form as a fan of Arthur Pleasant. Pleasant carefully lifts one end of the table onto the ring apron and the other end onto the guardrail. Pleasant hops back up onto the ring apron, but then stops. Shaking his head, Pleasant goes underneath the ring apron again.
This time, he pulls out a black felt bag. Pleasant expands the opening of it and tips it upside down onto the barbed wire table, allowing thousands of metal tacks to rain down on the table. Tossing the bag and some errant tacks that clung on haphazardly into the crowd, Pleasant acts like he’s going to punch a kid in the front row, scaring the bejesus out of him. The child, maybe even a toddler, immediately begins crying as his Mother pulls him back, shielding him from the Provocateur.
Arthur Pleasant:
SICK FUCK?! SICK FUCK?! YOU HAVEN’T FUCKING SEEN ANYTHING YET!!!
Looking back at the barbed wire table covered in tacks… he goes underneath the ring again!
Moments later, Pleasant pulls out a bundle of light tubes.
Placing them strategically on the barbed wire, tack-covered table, Pleasant finally turns back towards the ring, seeing Stevens resting in the corner turnbuckle, holding his injured hand, bleeding mouth, and broken teeth.
DDK:
Folks watching at home, I sincerely hope you put your kids to bed before this match. Because… I don’t even think I can stomach what’s about to happen.
Lance:
Yeah this is no bueno, por favor.
Back inside the ring with the barbed wire, tack and light tube-covered table straddled between the guard rail and ring apron, Pleasant stalks his wounded prey. Stevens doesn’t even see Pleasant coming as the Denizen of Decay stomps him in the stomach. Laughing maniacally, Pleasant peels Stevens up and away from the turnbuckles, motioning that he is about to throw the Badass Texan through the table full of violence.
DDK:
Come on, Arthur. Please. DON’T. DO. IT.
Lance:
Deaf ears, Keebs. Your words are falling on them.
All of a sudden, Scott Stevens stands up straight, shocking everyone in attendance! He smiles at Arthur and with broken and jagged teeth, much like himself, he wags his finger from his good hand.
Pleasant’s face goes from happy… to concerned in about .00000001 seconds.
DDK:
Uh-oh. I think Stevens just tapped into something deep within.
Lance:
Dare I say Pleasant looks scared?!
Catching Pleasant like a deer in the headlights, Stevens boots him in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb. Stevens lifts Pleasant up for the powerbomb and immediately starts running towards the table. But as soon as he lifts Pleasant even higher up for a tossing crucifix bomb to launch him over the ropes, Pleasant slips through and lands nimbly on his feet behind his aggressor.
Shrugging, Stevens lifts a leg back and catches Pleasant harshly in his netherberries!
DDK:
DING!
Lance:
Sound effects provided by DEFaudio studios.
Pleasant goes down to a chorus of cheers as Stevens wipes away the blood from his mouth. There’s a slight smirk coming from Carla as she sees Pleasant take a low blow and not have to disqualify anyone for it.
DDK:
Oh yeah, you KNOW Carla is just enjoying this.
Shaking the pain away from his hand, Stevens looks over at Pleasant clutching his privates. Chuckling to himself, Stevens spits some blood down on the writhing Provocateur to add insult to injury. The Badass Texan holds Pleasant’s legs up as he lays in a supine position. Stevens looks out at the cheering Faithful, smiles, and then STROMPS down on Arthur’s privates. Lifting his boot, he does it AGAIN. And AGAIN. And AGAIN.
Pumped up from giving Arthur exactly what he deserves and then some, Stevens gives a primal yell out at the Faithful.
Scott Stevens:
FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT!!!
DDK:
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen Scott Stevens so enraged.
Lance:
If he ever wants to get back into the FIST hunt, he needs to maintain this level of aggression. Maybe not necessarily low-blowing everyone but, you know what I mean.
Pleasant writhes in agony as Stevens guides him to his wobbly feet. He takes his size XL glove-hand and slaps Arthur across his chest, leaving behind a big handprint. Pleasant’s body wants to fall, but Stevens wraps his good hand around Pleasant’s jaw and stops him from going to the mat. Stevens lifts Pleasant into the air with one-hand and CRASHES the Provocateur down onto the mat with thunderous force.
DDK:
One-handed Choke-Buster! Damn!
Lance:
I think everybody in the DEFplex felt the impact from that one!!
Stevens hooks a leg for a DEEP cover.
ONE!!
Pleasant. Kicks. Out.
DDK:
HOW?! We are THREE matches into this overall contest and Arthur is kicking out at one?!
Lance:
Arthur might be the biggest pile of garbage in the landfill, but nobody can deny his insane pain tolerance and resiliency.
Stevens brings Pleasant back to his feet and once again slaps him across the chest!
DDK:
Ugh, these slaps are rough. Which is odd for me to say considering this is a NO-HOLDS-BARRED match and there’s a table full of torture-porn on the outside just waiting to be used.
Lance:
Agreed. Scott Stevens is leaving behind the beginnings of some serious ecchymosis, for sure.
DDK:
I w- wait, ecca-what now?
Lance:
Google it, Keebs.
Arthur is staggered as Stevens delivers yet another slap, deepening the purple formation of pain under the skin of Pleasant’s chest. Stevens grabs Pleasant by his wrist and sends him to the corner opposite the rampway, near the turnbuckles where the table of death awaits. Stevens runs towards the opposite corner from Arthur, slamming his back into it, bouncing off the hard recoil. Gaining some momentum, Stevens soars from mid-ring, going for a Stinger Splash… but Arthur rolls forward out of the way, causing Stevens to crash into the turnbuckle! The force of which, and the momentum leading into it, causes Stevens to go up and over the top rope and to the outside.
DDK:
Stevens misses a Stinger splash for the second time tonight!
Lance:
At least this one wasn’t into the exposed turnbuckle, which it looks like Carla Ferrari put back on at some point. She’s doing such a tremendous job tonight keeping things in check between two fierce competitors!
Pleasant clutches his chest from the series of open-palm slaps as he sees Scott Stevens trying to recover on the outside of the ring. Without even thinking about it or having an ounce of hesitation, Pleasant runs and jumps up to the second turnbuckle and heaves himself over the top rope and down onto Scott Stevens with a cross-body!
Stevens rolls backwards… and stands up with Pleasant in his clutches!!
DDK:
Stevens rolled through and has him!
Stevens walks toward the table of death, carrying Pleasant in position for a fall-away slam. Using great strength, Stevens hoists Pleasant onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, turns around, and looks out at the boy that Pleasant frightened earlier. Giving him and his Mom a thumbs up, Stevens drops to his side with a NASTY death valley driver on the outside mat!!
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Lance:
Houston… We Have a Problem!
DDK:
But he can’t pin him on the outside! This is not a falls-count-anywhere match!
Lance:
True. But Stevens delivering one of his signatures on the outside will surely further serve in weakening the Provocateur.
“THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!”
Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!
“THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!”
Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!
As Arthur remains on the outside mat, struggling to get up from the death valley driver, Stevens searches under the ring again. This time, he’s the one bringing out a black felt bag. Which is about three-times the size of the previous one Arthur brought out. The Faithful give their approval with joyous abandon.
DDK:
What in the hell… is in there?
Lance:
It’s tacks again, obviously. My question, though, is why is it so much bigger than the last one Arthur exhumed?! And why is there a rope tying it closed?!
Sure enough, a thin rope has the opening of the bag closed. Stevens slings the heavy bag; of what could be anything from door knobs to mystery meat, over his shoulder, and climbs into the ring. Pleasant crawls towards the center of the ring, still having his bell rung from the devastating Death Valley Driver on the outside. Measuring Pleasant up, Stevens begins swinging the heavy bag above his head like a dangerous mace from Gladiator (or the Sopranos).
DDK:
Ooooooooooohhhh GOD.
As Pleasant gets up, Stevens twirls once, adding extra spin and velocity to the bag, and large-steps his way towards Pleasant.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!
The bag explodes into hundreds of thousands of tacks, wrecking Arthur’s face completely and causing him to fold like an accordion on the mat. The fans scream out in horror as the DEFIAtron shows tacks covering the right side of Pleasant’s face to the point where it looks like he’s wearing a silver half-mask like Cyborg. One even pierces the top of his eyelid, right above his eye, which immediately begins swelling with blood.
Lance:
I’m gonna throw up. I’m gonna throw up. I’m gonna throw up.
DDK:
No you’re not! Stop it!
Blood begins leaking from his eye as it swells completely shut. Stevens drops to his knees and makes a cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!!
Two- PLEASANT KICKS OUT. PLEASANT KICKS OUT BEFORE TWO!!
DDK:
The man is not freakin’ human!
Arthur sits up and backward slides his way to the turnbuckles, holding the bottom ropes while looking at his nemesis.
Arthur Pleasant:
You… you’re… gonna… HAVE TO KILL ME… to keep me down… ha… haha… HAHAHA!!!
Pleasant pulls one of the tacks out of his right cheek and pokes a hole in the top of his eyelid, nearest to the bone, allowing it to drain out. Pressing on it, he squirts a tiny stream of blood out for about a second as the DEFIAtron captures it and the Faithful try not to puke as they remain aghast and horror-struck over what they just witnessed.
DDK:
Fans. I can’t even describe what just happened. All I know is that I hope that the six-second delay censored that out for the people watching this at home. Cause otherwise…
Lance:
Yeah. Yeah, to all of that. Just… yeah.
Stevens looks crestfallen, thinking this one was over but to only get another one-count on the Provocateur. Getting up off the mat, he makes his way toward Pleasant, who is resting in the corner. Rolling something from side to side inside his mouth, Pleasant then spits out a tack right into the Badass Texan’s eyes!
DDK:
Oh no! Stevens might have caught that right in his eye, I don’t know!
Stevens reels, giving Pleasant the opportunity to pull himself up. As soon as he does, Pleasant runs towards the temporarily blinded Scott Stevens with a foot extended…
Lance:
Provocation!!
Stevens is down, but Pleasant is not satisfied yet. Retreating back into the corner again, he hunkers down and waits patiently for Stevens to get to his feet. As soon as Stevens does…
DDK:
PROVOCATION… AGAIN!!!
Lance:
This one’s o- what? WHAT?!?!
Stevens appears to be moving still as he tries to get up, and Pleasant can’t believe his eyes. Once again retreating into the corner, Pleasant rips some of the tacks out of his face and throws them down in anger. Turning towards Stevens, the tiny holes all along his cheek begin to ooze blood. Paying no mind to the bleeding, Pleasant focuses on Stevens. Pleasant launches himself forward for a third Provocation, but…
DDK:
Double-S Spinebuster from the Badass Texan!!
Lance:
Neither man will stay down no matter what type of violence and pain is inflicted upon them.
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
Clap. Clap. Clap, clap, clap.
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
Clap. Clap. Clap, clap, clap.
DDK:
This is something special we’re seeing here folks. This hardcore style might not be for everyone and considered garbage to certain opinions, but the passion and desire to win that the both of these men have is undeniable.
Lance:
I agree and, as I hear them chant for this match, I think the fans agree also.
Astonishingly, Stevens is the first to get up, despite getting rocked with two brutal Provocations. Pleasant begins stirring as well, with his eyelid swelling up and inhibiting his vision out of his right eye again. Crawling toward the ropes, Pleasant smiles sickeningly, with half his face oozing little trails of blood from the kiss of the tacks. With tacks scattered all about the ring, Pleasant is up. Stevens has been up, waiting for Pleasant to get to his. Pleasant staggers out towards Stevens, who is hunkered down and ready to strike.
As soon as Pleasant is close enough, Stevens leaps up for a three-quarter neckbreaker, but Pleasant shoves him off.
DDK:
The Toxic Sting attempt is blocked!
As he is shoved into the ropes, Stevens shifts his weight and position and…
SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!! Stevens nails a superkick on Pleasant… who only staggers back, refusing to go down.
Lance:
Remember the Alamo from Stevens, but Arthur just refuses to go down!
Arthur Pleasant:
Th-thank you s-sir… may I have another?!
Pleasant motions, taunts even, for Stevens to hit him with it again.
Stevens obliges and hits him with another signature superkick… but AGAIN Pleasant doesn’t go down!
Arthur Pleasant:
Th-thank you s-sir… may I have an-
Stevens leaps up and buries Pleasant’s face flush into the tack-ridden mat with a brutal jumping cutter!
DDK:
Toxic… Cutter. Please. Please be over.
The Faithful are in awe of the performance of both competitors as Stevens rolls Pleasant over into an exhausted lateral press.
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
Pleasant kicks out right after two! The fans roar with disbelief as Stevens’ face on the DEFIAtron tells the story of a man who doesn’t know the answer to a riddle.
DDK:
Pleasant just took TWO Remember The Alamo’s and a Toxic Cutter on TACKS, and he STILL kicked out?!
Lance:
I’m beginning to believe what Arthur shouted earlier. You’re gonna have to kill him to beat him.
Stevens shakes his head as Arthur stands up.
Scott Stevens:
Stay DOWN.
Pleasant smiles at Stevens and collapses into the ropes to support himself.
Scott Stevens:
I. Said. Stay. DOWN.
Pleasant motions for Stevens to “bring it”.
Stevens becomes enraged and makes his way towards Arthur, but the Provocateur comes at Stevens with fists a-flyin’! Stevens answers back and both men are battling each other with reckless abandon.
DDK:
I can’t believe what we’re witnessing right now.
Rights from Stevens.
Lefts from Arthur.
Rights from Arthur.
Lefts from Stevens.
Lance:
They are leaving it ALL out there. There’s no other way to say it.
Finding the resolve, Pleasant creates some space between them and shoots a high and stiff Muay-Thai roundhouse kick that clocks Stevens across the temple. Stevens stumbles into the ropes from it, but keeps himself steady. Pleasant seizes the opportunity and lunges at Stevens with a superkick of his own that staggers Stevens. Before Stevens can collapse, Pleasant leans on him as both guys remain undeterred to put away the other.
DDK:
The sheer exhaustion both men have right now is incredible. We see flickers of energy, glimmers of revitalization but it’s not enough for either man to put away the other.
Pleasant pie-faces Stevens. This seems to ignite Stevens as he headbutts Pleasant repeatedly until Pleasant spills onto the mat like a liquified version of himself. Stevens motions something to the crowd. Stevens lifts Pleasant up for a piledriver, but it’s blocked. He tries again, but this too is blocked.
DDK:
I feel like Scott Stevens might be going for the Moral Compass!
Lance:
We haven’t seen that one in a while!
Stevens tries for a third time, and Pleasant is vertical! Stevens SPIKES down onto the canvas… but Arthur is standing after holding himself up from the second rope.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
Hearing the hatred flow into him seems to have given Arthur and his messed-up face new life.
DDK:
No! Arthur blocked the Moral Compass!
Lance:
Pleasant had the wherewithal of a true pro there to know where he was and utilize the ropes as an escape from a dangerous predicament.
Pleasant grins, with the right part of his hole-ridden face on display for the entire DEFplex.
Suddenly, he begins waving to the back… and that’s when Jack Harmen and Aaron King race out from Guerilla.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
DDK:
Dammit!! The Scourge have come to play. Terrific.
Lance:
Should’ve known this was bound to happen, Keebs.
King and Harmen immediately slide into the ring as Pleasant brings Stevens to his feet. He motions for them to “have at it”, and Jack Harmen immediately charges Scott Stevens with a brutal Yakuza kick!
DDK:
High Flyer, or Jack Harmen, or WHATEVER he wants to be called these days, with the Locomotion on Stevens. Ugh.
Aaron King anxiously awaits his “turn” at The Badass Texan as Harmen picks up Stevens. Throwing him in his direction, King muscles up Stevens with a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker.
Lance:
Annnnd I believe Aaron King calls that Burning Crown.
After the two members of the Scourge nail their finishers on an already broken Scott Stevens, Pleasant looks out towards the table of death and begins ascending the turnbuckles until he is on the middle one. Pleasant looks at both King and Harmen and then at the Faithful, who are booing him mercilessly. King and Harmen hoist Scott Stevens up with both sets of arms underneath him, raising him up towards the ascended Provocateur. They help Pleasant by gradually sliding him into position for a tombstone piledriver.
Measuring the distance to see if it’ll work, Harmen shakes his head.
Jack Harmen:
This just won’t do.
King and Harmen slide the table of death closer to where Pleasant is perched, clutching Stevens in a cradle tombstone piledriver position.
Aaron King:
There we go. Perfect.
The fans scream, begging Pleasant not to do it.
DDK:
I can’t watch this anymore. (Throws the headset down.)
Lance:
This is disgusting… Scott Stevens could use some divine intervention right about now!
In one fell swoop, Pleasant leaps outwards, CRASHING down through the barbed wire, tack and glass tube-covered table in a violent explosion of wood and glass. A mist of mercury vapor clouds the wreckage around Pleasant and Stevens as the entire arena begins chanting once again at the carnage left before them.
“HOLY SHIT!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!”
King and Harmen pry their leader away from the ruin, removing the barbs and some of the glass tubing from his cut-up skin.
Lance:
I’m told that cradle piledriver through the BS was the Scourge of Mankind? Whatever. Somebody get DEFmed on standby!! I just… I just can’t believe this garbage!!
Laughing maniacally at the site of the chaos, Pleasant motions toward his fucked up brethren.
Arthur Pleasant:
WELL DONE, GENTS!! NOW GET HIS ASS IN THE RING!!!
Harmen and King do as they’re told and rip Scott Stevens’ unmoving frame away from the wreckage. Stevens seems to be bleeding from a nasty slice up his arm from the barbed wire, and a cut on the crown of his scalp is pouring even more crimson DNA down his face. Dozens of tacks stick to his neck, back, arms, and legs.
Scott Stevens, in a word, is destroyed.
Both King and Harmen drag Stevens to his feet and shove his carcass onto the ring apron, rolling him just inside the ring. Pleasant then pulls the former FIST by his foot to the center of the ring. Dropping down, Pleasant makes a loose cover over the unconscious and broken Scott Stevens. Clearly proud of his despicable actions.
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
Lance:
I’m with ya, folks. This is, for the lack of a better word… disgusting.
Carla shakes her head as she drops down for the inevitable count…
One.
Two.
Three.
DING DING DING
♫ “All Within My Hands" by Metallica ♫
Arthur Pleasant’s newest theme begins blaring once again as Quimbey makes it official.
Darren Quimbey:
The winner of the third and final fall of the Three Stages of Hell Match, and WINNER of the match itself with two falls to one… ARTHUUUUUUUUR… PLEEEEASAAAAAAANT!!
Keebs puts his headset back on.
DDK:
I want Arthur GONE. That was heinous. That was masochistic. That was CRIMINAL. That was…
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
“BULLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
DDK:
Exactly.
Lance:
Folks, I don’t have a whole lot to say here other than I hope Scott Stevens isn’t permanently out of action after taking such an inhumane beating like that from THREE sadistic individuals.
DDK:
And for the love of everything that’s SACRED… can we get DEFmed out here already?!?!
The lasting image we are left with before the camera transitions to the backstage area is of King and Harmen holding up The Provocateur, The Violence of DEFIANCE, smiling with tacks in his cheek and an eye that's swollen completely shut.