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For an exclusive video of the BIG FIGHT weight in between Bronson Box and FIST of DEFIANCE Champion Dan Ryan yesterday at the New Orleans Marriott Ballroom one day before their epic last man standing chain match at Ascension! Eric Dane addresses the two grapplers and... come on, you know it... MAYHEM BROKE OUT! A HUGE FUCK OFF BRAWL AS ONLY DEFIANCE CAN DELIVER!

New Orleans Marriott Ballroom

August 22, 2013

 

[The stage has two long tables on either side of an open area up front. Standing center stage with DEFIANCE head referee Benny Doyle is the CEO and founder of the company, Eric Dane. The mood in the room is deadly serious, the reporters all being warned this is a weigh in for Ascension and not a question and answer session about the recent cancellation of DEFIANCE TV. Ring announcer Darren Quimbey clears his throat and brings the microphone to his lips. The several hundred fans and members of the press all turn towards the stage.]

 

Quimbey:

Ladies and gentlemen! This afternoon's event will be the weigh in for the no rules, last man standing CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN MATCH at Ascension!

 

[Cheers and applause from the crowd.]

 

Quimbey:

Entering first from Hoooooouuuuston, Texas. He is a former World Champion in no less than SEVEN different leagues aaaaaaall over the globe! He is known the world over as quite possibly one of the most successful professional wrestlers OF ALL TIIIIIIME! He is the current reigning aaaaaaaand defending FIST OF DEFIANCE! HE IS THE EGO BUSTER… DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN RYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

 

[The Smashing Pumpkins start up through the massive sound system rolled in for the event. Eric Dane actually smiles wide. Methinks ESEN just might be, unbeknownst to them, footing the bill for all these pre pay per view events. Nonetheless, Ryan comes out in black shorts surrounded by a few personal friends, coaches, trainers and the like. Cameras start to click and phones are silently held up in reverence for the future hall of famer.]

 

RYAN RYAN RYAN!

RYAN RYAN RYAN!

RYAN RYAN RYAN!

 

[Once Ryan and his people are settled on the far left hand side of the stage Darren Quimbey again steps forward the chants die down.]

 

Quimbey:

And his opponent, the challenger for FIST of DEFIANCE title belt…. hailing from the highlands of Scotland! He is the man who unified the title during the original Ladder War  to become the FIRST EVER DEFIANCE Wooooooooorld Champion! He is the ORIGINAL DEFIANT, the WARGOD, the SCOTTISH STRONGMAN, the man who wuite simply DEFINES DEFIANCE! HE IS… THE BOMBASTIC BRONSON BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!

 

[The man in black does his thing and Bronson Box comes out in black speedos shadow boxing the whole way, his black and red DEFIANCE logo ring robe draped over his shoulders. Edward White steps out with Boxer, the vile villains getting a decidedly mixed reaction from the few fans in attendance.]

 

Let’s go Boxer…

FUCK YOU ED!

Let’s go Boxer…

FUCK YOU ED!

Let’s go Boxer…

FUCK YOU ED!

 

[Well, sixty forty anyway… ]

 

[Filling in behind The Blood Diamonds comes four mystery individuals we conclude must be Bronson’s new “students” at his Conclave training facility in Utah. A young man looking more house than man wearing a huge Houston Texans football jersey. A heavily tattooed individual in an old ripped up #ORIGINALDEFIANT t-shirt. And two young Hispanic gentleman. One looking about as clean cut a metro as you can get, the other one looking like he might be more comfortable holding up an old lady for her purse.]

 

[The four men follow Boxer and Ed towards the stage.]

 

[Quimbey hands the microphone over to Eric Dane.]

 

[Boxer and Dan both make their way to center stage with nothing but the boss man between them with the FIST of DEFIANCE belt slung over his shoulder.]

 

Eric Dane:

Gentlemen I’ve thought long and hard about this strap. No holds barred, real wrestling. Two men enter one man fucking leaves champion. No funny officiating, no bullshit. Just wrestling. That was the plan, anyway but that’s apparently a tall goddamn order for you assholes so I’m going to address you two as simply two men obviously bent on PROVING something to one another in this fight so listen up. You’re gunna’ like this shit.

 

[Dane holds the FIST up between Dan Ryan and Bronson Box.]

 

[Intensity oozes from The Only Star’s every pore.]

 

Eric Dane:

My hands are off this one. Anything goes. You two big mean motherfuckers go out there and go to goddamn WAR. Dan, you want to shut this arrogant magician looking motherfuckers evil goddamn mouth? YOU FUCKIN’ DO IT! END IT! END HIM! Bronson Box, you want to prove this ape lookin’ motherfucker doesn't belong in MY company? That he can’t hang? FUCKIN’ DO IT! YOU FUCKIN’ DO IT AND I’LL SHAKE YOUR HAND AND TELL YOU WELL FUCKIN’ DONE!

 

I’m almost at the end of my rope here boys. I can honestly say I have no idea at this point what’s next for DEFIANCE so this is the plan…

 

[The boss leans in and utilizes all the black tar caked to the inside of his lungs to drop things down an octave or two.]

 

Eric Dane:

No networks. No rules. No limits. For this strap right here. You two want to DEFINE DEFIANCE so goddamn bad well here you go. Define it. Give all the “faithful” something to blog about Monday morning. You goddamn do it...

 

[Eric hands the strap to Darren Quimbey.]

 

Eric Dane:

Or I’ll smear the canvas with more than just Heidi Christenson’s blood tomorrow.

 

[Dan Ryan doesn't react, he just continues to stare the most intense of holes right through Bronson’s skull. The Wargod smiles like he stole something, at the conclusion of Eric’s speech Bronson slaps the sides of his face a couple times. The Scottish Strongman is primed.]

 

[Dane steps back and motions for DEFIANCE medical to step in with the tall black digital scale.]

 

Quimbey:

First! The challenger!

 

[Bronson steps up onto the scale.]

 

Quimbey:

Two hundred and thirty five pounds!

 

[Bronson pops and old school strongmans pose on his way off the scale. His students hoot and howl and clap for their new mentor. Ed claps his tag team partner on the back. Box just looks back over his shoulder at Ryan with the most evil of intentions.]

 

Quimbey:

And the champion!

 

[With Bronson clear Ryan steps up next looking just down right BEAST.]

 

Quimbey:

Three hundred and ten!

 

[The crowd cheers, Ryan actually managing to pack on more muscle atop his already impressive physique. Right when Ryan steps off the scale he comes face to face with Bronson, a few hands each grasp their shoulders. Eric Dane doesn't budge, he simply leans back on the table and watches the display. The tattooed Conclave student slips Bronson a microphone.]

 

Bronson Box:

I’M GUNNA’ END YOU LAD! RUN BACK TE’ TELEVISION BOY! RUN BACK TO LIMOS AND PRIVATE DRESSIN’ ROOMS! WE ONLY HAVE ROOM FOR WARRIORS HERE IN DEFIA…

 

[Ryan rips the microphone out of Box’s hands.]

 

[Ryan stops struggling, hands start to fall away from his shoulders.]

 

[We can see him mouth “I’m fine, I’m calm” to his handlers.]

 

Dan Ryan:

Scream all you want, punk. None of your bullshit sermons mean jack shit to me.

 

[Boxer stops struggling as hard against the arms holding him back as Dan Ryan continues.]

 

Dan Ryan:

But you had to go and bring up my family…

 

[Ryan shakes his head, almost sympathetically, in a ‘tsk, tsk’ kinda way.]

 

[The air gets sucked out of the room for a few silent moments before…]

 

[Well all hell breaks loose... obviously.]

 

[Dan Ryan launches himself towards Bronson barreling over him, Ed and Bronson’s students. The whole giant wad of humanity spilling off the stage and down onto the carpeted ballroom floor. DEF security finally makes his presence felt and do their best to pull the men apart but Dan Ryan is a man possessed. He grabs Bronson’s tattooed friend and flings him into a rack of folding chairs then press slams the giant Texans fan onto the steps leading up to the stage before finally being subdued by his people and several DEF security gorillas.]

 

[Bronson and what’s left of his entourage make a speedy exit out the back door of the ballroom.]

 

[Back up on the stage we see Eric Dane still leaning against one of the tables.]

 

[Again, the maestro of DEFIANCE with a BIG smile on his face.]