DEFIANCE TV 145 Night 2

Bright colorful lights roll across the entire arena, the fans go wild as the DEFtv opening video is played on the DEFiatron. Many of the wrestlers we see on a daily basis as well as a few legends are shown before the music video comes to an end. The fireworks go off and the fans get even louder in the WrestlePlex as the red lights come to life on the cameras. 

Signs and excitement everywhere!

PIN COFFIN, WIN TITLE. SEEMS REASONABLE.
DOWN WITH THE CLOWNS
WE WANT WRESTLING
IT'S MY SNOWFLAKE IN A BOX
WOOOOO IS DEAD
DEX OWNED BLACKWOOD
WHO'S KABALLEN ME NOW!?!
BALLYHOO DAT!?
CASSIDY & PUDDINGS 4 EVR
CASSIDY WANTS TO TASTE MURIEL’S PUDDING
WORDS ON SOME CARDBOARD!!
LIGHT UP THE PENDEJOS!
LET THE CHAOS REIGN
EYE-PHONE
THOUGHTS? NO? AFTERNOON!
NO POP SCOTT

We open up Night two of DEFTV 145 WITH clips of Night One of DEFTV 145. Before returning to DDK and Lance’s position.

DDK:
All this came about when at Ascension this happened...

The Ascension clip of the main event of night two play. With Mikey being lifted on the shoulders of his fellow 24K members as we return to the Wrestleplex.

DDK:
Kendrix fooled us all at Ascension, more importantly, he robbed Elis…

Darren’s opening dialog is interrupted by Scrow in his street clothes. With a Big Dex Energy T-Shirt a claw-like rip across the front of it.  The collar pulled down on the right side just below his deltoid. Kinesio tape is over his right trapezius muscle and on the back of his neck. The deranged man is weaving back and forth as he makes his way down the aisle.

DDK:
Folks, apparently we are being interrupted here by Scrow.

Lance:
Yea, he is not scheduled to come out right now.

DDK:
After that hellacious war between Black Panda, Rezin, and our NEW Favoured Saints Champion Matt LaCroix one would think Scrow would have nothing to be upset about. If anything he came out of that match a made man!

Scrow stumbles around the ring and snatches Darren’s microphone from him; he stares at a few Faithful before rolling into the ring. Flipping his hair behind his head, exposing the burnt side of his face.

Scrow: {breathing heavily}
JOY!!!.....JOY!!!

Scrow begins pacing now seething in pure hatred!

Scrow: {still breathing heavily}
You robbed him! Scrow had you FINISHED! You have Scrow’s championship!

DDK:
Folks, if you missed it at Ascension toward the end it appeared Scrow thought he was wrestling Dex Joy rather than who he really was facing Matt LaCroix.

Scrow: {continued breathing}
You were asleep! HE HAD YOU ASLEEP!

He slams his head into the turnbuckle a few times before looking out into the Faithful.

Lance:
This deranged man also seems to have some sort of alliance with Rezin. Which really makes you wonder, is there a connection?

Scrow points at the camera.

Scrow:
GIVE HIM WHAT BELONGS TO HIM!

DDK:
Well one thing is for sure Dex Joy is a champion, but not the Favoured Saints Champion. He is the NEW Southern Heritage Champion after he defeated Gage Blackwood at Ascension.

Scrow brushes his hair behind his head. Only for mere seconds before it falls forward again as he looks down at the mat.

Scrow:
Why do you feel the need to torment him!

Scrow quickly looks up, before looking back at the main camera. With a delusional stare into it.

Scrow:
WHY!?

A sudden evil smile comes across his face.

Scrow:
He guesses in this world there must always be an equilibrium.

He takes a deep breath staring up at the lights above before tilting his head to the side staring up into the main camera.

Scrow:
Well, Scrow is here to tell you…..FUCK the balance! You have taken from Scrow for the last time! NO MORE!

The camera gets close to Scrow’s face picking up the raspy breathing into the microphone.

Scrow:
Dex when you get in the building here tonight. He wants you to know there will be consequences for your robbery of his championship!

He steps back and his eyes widen as though he just came up with an idea.

Scrow:
Those closest to you Dex, watch over them….don’t let them out of your sight….He…

Scrow shakes his head with a bewildered look on his face.

Scrow:
Where...how...how did Scrow get out here?

Scrow looks around and shakes his head. His demeanor has changed dramatically. He quickly falls to his knees and holds the side of his head...the lights turn off!

DDK:
Now what?

Two circular lights side by side run over The Faithful in the darkness…

Lance:
Darren the Defiatron!

It is a shot of the Faithful being revealed in the two spotlights roaming the Wrestleplex. The view shakes side to side...then pitch black again for mere seconds and then once more the two lights show the Faithful….or not The Faithful...but an arena of Dex Joy’s!? The screen goes black again….

Lance:
Did you see that?

DDK:
Guys this is something I have never seen in my time as a broadcaster. I...I..just have no words.

The lights come back on! Scrow stands up from his kneeling position very groggy. He shakes his head a bit before the camera catches him opening his eyes. He stares out into the Faithful in a circular motion. With a look of utter shock.

Scrow:
No...no...no….it can’t be! He…..he….can’t have this ability!

Scrow:
TELL HIM HOW! HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS DEX? HOW!?

With a burst of static ‘This Link is Dead’ by Deftones fills the arena as Stalker makes his way down to the ring a dark and sinister grin upon the face of the part-time uber driver, full-time maniac.

Scrow:
No….why? That is not your music!

Scrow grabs his ears and shouts. Stalker is dressed in his usual ring attire and he is eager to step into the ring with the man known as Scrow, mic in hand the sinister smile doesn’t disappear as Scrow gets into Stalker’s face.

Scrow:
He hates this fucking song! He will not “Go Big or Go Home”! HE WON’T!

DDK: {whispering softly}
He is obsessed…

Lance: {whispering}
He somehow thinks he hears Dex Joy’s theme music. When in fact it's Stalker’s music...speaking of; what is he doing out here?

Jason ‘Stalker’ Reeves looks to caution the man with his right hand on the microphone and his left pointing to the frantic acting Scrow.

Stalker:
Scrow - I think it’s time for you to accept your status as one of ‘The Fallen’ - I feel it’s time for you to ascend with us, as we begin to wage war upon all of DEFIANCE. This Cold War - needs a soldier like you, this ‘Cold War’ needs someone with your… ‘capabilities’...

Scrow squints his eyes to Stalker. He starts to take a few steps back.

Scrow:
Join you? Scrow will NEVER stand by your side Dex!.... Hive…

He paces the ring now crying out.

Scrow:
Hive where are you...no..he is everywhere!

Scrow stares at Stalker and grabs him by the shoulders.

Scrow:
Make him go away….you made your point….He gives up Dex….just stop!

He releases Stalker’s shoulders and looks around the ring holding the sides of his head. Shaking in agony, crying out while he does.

Scrow:
Make it stop Hive...Hive…{child like voice} Hive….{normal voice} gahhh!

He looks back toward Stalker and stares bewildered at him.

Scrow:
What do you want Jason? Why are you out here?

Stalker: {calmly}
It’s time to come home….

Scrow starts laughing uncontrollably. Stalker raises an eyebrow toward The Unhinged.  Suddenly Scrow puts his arm around Stalker clearly invading his personal space.

Scrow: {whispering}
Can you keep a secret?

Before Stalker can answer Scrow looks around all paranoid.

Scrow: {whispering}
Ok, the Dexs' can't hear.

When he can clearly be heard by everyone in the Wrestleplex.

Scrow: {whispering}
Scrow is a part of a secret society…

He looks around again before getting close to Jason's ear.

Scrow: {whispering}
Called The Kabal.

Jason's eyes widen, quickly followed by a sinister smile.

Scrow: {whispering}
Don't tell anyone...ok?

Stalker:
Your secret is much safer with us, Scrow...

Scrow backs away and puts his finger to his mouth while looking back and forth. He exits the ring and his mood changes again threatened by Dex Joy everywhere, he quickly runs to the backstage area. Meanwhile in the ring Stalker is looking up the rampway, a dark ‘evil’ smile painted across his face.

DDK:
Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

Lance:
Scrow and The Kabal are a thing? I never expected Stalker's influence to be this strong.

DDK:
Stalker’s hand is dipping into places he shouldn’t be, I'm not sure what ‘war’ he keeps referencing but with a man like Scrow in his pocket, this only makes Stalker that much more ‘volatile’.

Night two of DEFtv marches on as the camera slowly fades in to show DEFIANCE’s dynamic duo of Darren Keebler and Lance Warner sitting behind the announce table.

DDK:
Coming up next we have Brock Newbludd squaring off one on one against Bo Stevens. As we found out on the last Uncut, The Stevens Dynasty took up Tom Morrow’s bounty offer to take Newbludd out.

Lance:
Morrow’s vindictiveness knows no boundaries, partner. Newbludd may have fended off the first guy Tom sent after him, Theo Baylor, but that only seemed to make the bullseye on Brock’s back bigger. My sources tell me that Morrow offered The Stevens Dynasty a HEFTY sum of money to do his dirty work. 

DDK:
As we all know, The Dynasty has no problem getting their hands dirty for their own personal gain. Needless to say, I think Brock is going to have his hands full tonight. Bo Stevens is trouble enough, the man can hang in the ring with anyone on the roster.

Lance:
That he can. While I’m sure Bo wants to pick up a win tonight in the ring, you gotta believe he's going to have his eyes set on the bigger prize, and that’s the bounty. 

DDK:
Let’s not forget, The Stevens Dynasty weren’t the only one’s Morrow threw money at to get rid of his Brock problem. The manager formerly known as Junior also paid a visit to Newbludd’s business partner Pat Cassidy.

Lance:
A visit to Ballyhoo Brew, the bar that Cassidy and Newbludd just recently bought together. Not only did Morrow assure Pat that his business partner would be taken out for good by The Stevens, but he also left Cassidy with a briefcase full of cash for his ‘compliance’. 

DDK:
Cassidy is in a tight spot to say the least. No doubt that money could be used with his new business, but is it worth throwing your business partner, and friend, to the wolves? 

Lance:
That’s a question you can ask him yourself, partner. Joining us in the booth to offer some special guest commentary is the man himself, “Black Out” Pat Cassidy!

♫ “Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight” by The Dropkick Murphys ♫

The crowd comes alive at the sound of Pat Cassidy’s entrance theme - and the man himself emerges from the back, all smiles! He’s not dressed for competition, instead opting for jeans and his new “Drinking Buddy” t-shirt. In his right hand he holds the very fancy looking briefcase that Tom Morrow presented him with on Uncut and in his left hand he has a styrofoam “to go” coffee cup. Cassidy takes a moment to play to the crowd, and then takes a sharp right and heads over to the announce table.

Darren and Lance both stand to welcome Cassidy, and Warner hands Cassidy a free head-set. Pat quickly puts it on and while Keebler and Lance both resume sitting, Cassidy opts to remain standing. He plants his briefcase full of money directly on the announce table as his theme music dies down. He sips from his coffee.

DDK:
Welcome, Mr. Cassidy. Can’t help but notice that you’re carrying around that briefcase from Tom Morrow… are we to take this as a sign that you’re considering your offer.

Cassidy continues to sip his coffee.

Lance:
I think it’s a fair question… you and Brock Newbludd just went into business together, could you really be considering helping Morrow take him out?

Cassidy stops drinking his coffee and turns to face both of the DEFIANCE announcers. He still doesn’t sit in the open seat.

Cassidy:
I think we’re about to see a hell of a contest, boys, so maybe let’s just focus on that, hmmm?

Cassidy is spared any further questioning of his motives by...

Darren Quimbley:
Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

♫ “Back in the Game” by Airbourne ♫

The crowd lets out a loud chorus of cheers as Newbludd makes his way out onto the stage with a fist raised high above his head. Wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with the words “BALLYHOO DAT!?” written across it, he takes a second to soak in the cheers. Grinning from ear to ear, Newbludd jogs to the far left side of the stage and points out to the crowd as he drops down to a single knee.

Suddenly Newbludd’s entrance music stops. Still smiling, Brock cups both of his hands around his mouth.

Brock Newbludd:
BALLYWHOOOOO!!?

The Faithful:
DAT!!

Brock Newbludd:
YOU BET, BABY!

Laughing, Brock gives the crowd a double thumbs up and hops back up to his feet as his music kicks back in.

Darren Quimbley:
Introducing first! From Milwaukee, Wisconsin...weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds...this is “The Innovator” Brock Neeeeewbluuuudd!!

Brock spins on a heel and heads towards the top of the ramp. Reaching it, Newbludd stops for a brief moment to lock eyes with his business partner standing at the announcer’s booth. Wariness washes the smile from the veteran grappler’s face and he raises an questioning eyebrow at Cassidy.

DDK:
I think we’re not the only people questioning your motives, Mr. Cassidy.

Cassidy flashes Brock a quick wave of “hello” but doesn’t smile.

Cassidy:
Go get ‘em, Newbludd. Probably need to make sure your mind is totally on the match, buddy.

Focusing back on the task at hand, Brock heads down the ramp, slapping hands with fans as he goes. Sliding into the ring, Newbludd pops to his feet and climbs the closest turnbuckle to raise one final fist to The Faithful.

A single spotlight appears as the crowd boos as 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 three shadows and as they appear as George, Bo, and Scott along with Cary next to their respective titles and the Faithful begin to shower The Stevens Dynasty with boos.

DDK:
The Stevens Dynasty are trying to get back to the top of the tag team mountain, but its was disappointing when they lost their opportunity to get back the Tag championships with their loss to the ToyBox.

Lance:
You’re right Keebs and it seems they are more pissed off than normal and they have hired themselves out as Guns for Hire.

Cary looking spiffy in a shiny, golden jacket as he leads the charge while his son and nephew follow behind him as they appear on stage.

Lance:
And that fucker, I wish he would die already.

Cary blows kisses towards the crowd as Bo and George look menacing as a golden waterfall of pyro falls down behind them.

DDK:
Is Cary using that wad of cash as a telephone.

Lance:
I think so.

Darren Quimbey:
Being accompanied to the ring by Cary and GeorgeStevens… from The Great State of Texas, by way of Waco, Tx weighing in at 234 pounds…he is…BO! STEEEEEEVEEEEEEENSSSS!!

The trio reach the end of the stage and they make their way up the ring steps and once inside Bo and George go towards the center of the ring and continue to look menacing high as fireworks explode from the turnbuckles while Cary is hyping up his boys.

Referee Knox signals for both men to find a neutral corner and they do so. Brock from one foot to another and watches as Bo sticks his head through the ropes to get some last second advice from his uncle, Cary. All three members of The Stevens Dynasty share a laugh and glance at Newbludd with greed filled eyes. Knox barks at Bo to cut the chit-chat and Stevens pulls his head back in the ring just as the referee raises his hand for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

DDK:
And here we go! Stevens charges ahead and Newbludd meets him head on in the center of the ring for a collar and elbow tie-up.

The two grapplers jostle for advantage in the middle of the ring with neither gaining an advantage. Newbludd suddenly shoots a quick knee into Bo’s stomach and lowers his base. Using leverage to his advantage, Brock pumps his legs forward to power his opponent backwards towards the ropes. Struggling to stop Brock from driving him backwards, Bo thinks fast and fires his knee upwards to hit Newbludd squarely in the groin.

Lance:
That cheap shot happened so fast that Knox missed it, and now Bo takes control with a standing side headlock.

DDK:
If there’s one thing that Cary has taught to perfection, it’s how to cheat and get away with it, Lance.

Cassidy:
Yeah, because when I think of The Stevens, I think of masters of strategy.

DDK:
Are you planning on taking a seat anytime soon? You’re making me nervous.

Cassidy:
I’m cool standing, thanks.

Bo squeezes down on Newbludd’s head and lets out an arrogant laugh.

Bo Stevens:
You better BO-LIEVE we’re getting that money, Brock!

Stevens opens his mouth again to talk more trash but Brock cuts him off by delivering an elbow that smacks against Bo’s ribs. Driving his legs forward, Newbludd puts a hand on Bo’s back and pushes Stevens away from him to escape the headlock. Using momentum to his advantage, Bo sprints ahead and hits the ropes.

DDK:
Stevens coming in with a full head of steam…

SMACK!

DDK:
...and he sends Newbludd down to the mat with a hard running shoulder! Now that was some impact!

Newbludd rolls away from Stevens and quickly pops back up to his feet. Shaking off the effects of Bo’s shoulder charge, Brock closes the gap to engage in another collar and elbow tie up. The two men jostle back and forth again until Newbludd gains the upper hand with a side headlock of his own. Before he can build on his advantage, Stevens escapes and fires Newbludd into the ropes with an irish whip.

Lance:
Newbludd off the ropes and Stevens is ready for him. Look out! Brock with the baseball slide between Bo’s legs!

Cassidy:
Brock’s quick, boys. He can turn the tables on this thing in an instant. 

Bo spins around and is met with a forearm to the face from Brock. Doing a quick go-behind, The Innovator grabs Bo in a rear waistlock.

DDK:
Newbludd looking to hit a German Suplex! No! A well placed elbow by Stevens denies him!

Cassidy:
Newbludd’s going to need to… BO-OUNCE back here.

Lance:
Groan.

With Brock dazed from the back elbow to the face, Bo turns to face him and doubles Brock over with a well placed (and legal) kick to the midsection. Grabbing his opponent by the head, Bo takes Newbludd down with a perfectly executed swinging neckbreaker!

DDK:
Bo misses the elbow there!

Bo stays down on the mat and kicks his feet on the mat as he holds his aching arm, which gives Brock a few extra seconds to recover from the neckbreaker. Newbludd manage to get back to his feet a split second faster than Stevens and capitalizes by hitting a standing dropkick that sends Bo back down to the mat. 

DDK:
Bo getting frustrated here, slapping the mat in frustration. 

Cassidy:
Brock is BO-OOMING back into this. Bo charges Brock… SWEEEEET Steamboat Armdrag by Newbludd! That was crisp.

Newbludd maintains his grip on Bo’s arm and pops up to one knee to transition the armdrag into an armbar. Brock torques on his opponent’s elbow and Stevens grits his teeth in pain.

Lance:
Brock showing some veteran know-how by working on the elbow that Bo had smashed into the mat earlier.

Cassidy:
This is Brock’s chance to wear the man down and put him away. That’s the kind of thing I’m supposed to say here, right?

DDK:
Only if you’re not planning on taking that scum bag’s money and turning on your friend at the end of this match.

Cassidy:
...I don’t appreciate your tone, Keebs.

With George and Cary cheering him on, Bo shakes his head in defiance at Referee Knox as Brock continues to apply pressure with the armbar. Still shaking his head, Stevens manages to get his feet under him and then puts his raw strength on display by regaining a vertical base despite still being trapped in the submission. 

DDK:
Stevens is back up to his feet, but Brock’s still wrenching down on that arm. 

Suddenly Bo escapes the armbar by stomping on Newbludd’s foot with his heel! Grimacing in pain, Brock awkwardly tries to hop away from his opponent and Stevens uses the opening to rake Newbludd’s eyes. 

Lance:
Now that was blatant! Come on, do your job Rex!

Cassidy:
The Stevens are willing to stoop to whatever it takes to make good on Tom Morrow’s bounty. Unfortunately, money talks, boys. I don’t like it any more than you do.

DDK:
What does THAT mean?

Knox barks a warning at Stevens and Bo simply ignores the diminutive referee as he grabs Newbludd in a front facelock.

DDK:
Snap BO-Plex sends Brock down hard to the canvass!

Lance:
Bo’s got the leg hooked!

Referee Knox hits the mat for the first pinfall attempt of the match.

ONE!

Newbludd with the shoulder up!

DDK:
Only a one count there for Bo. He might need to do more than that to put Brock away.

Wanting to keep the pressure on, Bo brings Newbludd back up to his feet and irish whips him into the nearest corner. 

Lance:
Bo just whipped Brock hard into the corner and he’s coming right after him...big corner clothesline by Stevens!

Taking a step out of the corner, Bo follows up the clothesline with a hard series of forearms to Brock’s head. Stevens then yanks his dazed opponent out of the corner and puts him to the mat with a beautifully done Spinning Belly to Belly BO-Plex!

DDK:
Tremendous belly to belly by Bo and he’s got the leg hooked once again!

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Brock kicks out!

Lance:
Bo made progress with the two count and is now firmly in control.

Looking a bit more frustrated by his pesky opponent, Stevens hops up to his feet and quickly grabs The Innovator by the legs. 

DDK:
Looks like Bo’s going for a Texas Cloverleaf…

Out of nowhere, Brock reaches up and grabs Bo to roll him up with a surprise Small Package!

Lance:
Small package pin by Brock!

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Kick out by Bo!

DDK:
Newbludd nearly stole the match there, showing great resourcefulness!

Lance:
Stevens is not too happy about it either! He’s already back on his feet!

Thoroughly pissed, Bo hits the ropes going full speed and charges back in towards Brock. Still feeling the after effects of his opponent’s offense, Brock struggles to push himself up.

DDK:
He’s going for that big knee strike, Running with the BO’s!

Bo throws himself at Brock, looking to end him with his patented version of the Bomaye Knee Strike. Catching a glimpse of his opponent hurtling towards him, Newbludd avoids the attack at the last second by flattening himself on the mat, causing Bo to fly over him.

Lance:
Newbludd avoids certain doom at the last second! 

Having missed the knee strike, Bo awkwardly stumbles as he tries to stop his forward momentum. Behind him, Brock pushes himself up off the mat and races up behind his opponent.

DDK:
Brock has an opening to take control away from Bo!

Newbludd grabs Stevens from behind and quickly locks in a Cobra Clutch! The Faithful let out a resounding cheer as Brock cinches down on the submission!

Lance:
Newbludd’s got the Cobra Clutch locked in tight but Stevens is fighting back and reaching for the ropes!

Pumping his legs forward to drag Newbludd along with him, Bo desperately sticks a hand out to latch onto the top rope. 

DDK:
Bo showing great ring awareness to reach the ropes and cause the break. Brock’s still got four point five seconds to squeeze as much air out of Bo’s lungs as he can though!

Referee Knox barks at Newbludd to break the hold and quickly starts the count for the rope break. Squeezing down as hard as he can, Brock milks the count for everything it’s worth.

Referee Knox:
Break it up, Brock! FOUR!!!

Letting out a war cry, Brock violently twists his body and backpedals to pull the squirming Stevens away from the ropes. 

Lance:
Look out! Cobra Clutch Suplex by Newbludd! That’s one way to break a hold!

With the crowd cheering wildly in his favor, Brock feeds off the momentum and pounces on the stunned Stevens, now locking him up in an Anaconda Vice!

DDK:
Newbludd’s got the Anaconda Vice locked in! 

Throwing his head back, Brock squeezes Bo’s head with everything he has in an attempt to make the powerhouse submit! Bo tries his best to fight back, but quickly his resistance starts to waver as his lungs struggle to fight for air.

Lance:
Wait a second! What the hell is George doing!? Look up, Rex, look up!

With his cousin possibly seconds away from being choked out, George reaches underneath the ropes and grabs Bo by an ankle. Brock’s eyes widen in surprise and anger as he watches George place Bo’s foot on the bottom rope!

DDK:
George just put Bo’s leg on the bottom rope!

"BOOOOOOOOO!!"

Cary and George both hit the mat with their fists and scream at Referee Knox. Taking his attention away from the submission, Knox sees Bo’s foot on the rope and immediately calls for the break. 

Lance:
Brock saw it all happen, guys! And he looks PISSED!

Leaving Bo on the mat, Brock stands up and makes his way to the ropes to glare at the smiling faces of George and Cary. Locking eyes with George, he points an accusatory finger at the super heavyweight.

Brock:
Hey fatman! You try that shit again and I’ll come out there and cut a piece of bacon off your back! You hear me!?

Thoroughly distracted, Brock doesn’t see Bo slowly push himself up off the mat.

DDK:
Newbludd better turn around!

Lance:
Too late, Keebs!

Seizing on the opening his cousin bought him, Bo does a quick side shuffle and NAILS Brock in the back of the head with his signature superkick!

DDK:
Remember The Alamo! Newbludd flips over the ropes to the outside!

Crashing to the floor to land at George’s feet, Newbludd grabs the back of his head and kicks his feet against the ground, writhing in pain. Cary immediately barks an order at George and The Big Crawdaddy scrapes Brock up off the ground.

Lance:
This is the situation Newbludd needed to avoid…

George wraps one of his massive paws around Brock’s wrist while pushing him backwards with his other hand. Newbludd stumbles backwards a couple steps before being violently yanked back towards the man they call Crawdaddy...

DDK:
Oh my! Short-Arm Clothesline! That turned Brock inside out!

Picking the jelly legged Innovator off the ground, George shows off his impressive power by military pressing Brock above his head and tossing him through the ropes! With his opponent back inside the ring, Stevens puts his hands on his knees and watches eagerly as Brock drunkenly gets back to his feet. 

Lance:
Brock is on dream street, guys!

Seeing the opening he was waiting for, Bo begins to spin around just as Brock turns to face him…

DDK:
BO-DAZZLED! Stevens just leveled Brock with that discus punch! I BO-lieve that should do it!

With Newbludd laid out as his feet, Bo drops down and hooks the leg, growing an arrogant smile as he does so.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE---NO! Brock put a foot on the bottom rope at the last second!

Lance:
The veteran’s ring awareness saves him from defeat! 

DDK:
Not just Brock’s, partner! Great job by Rex Knox to see that last second rope break! Bo can’t believe it!

Eyes wide in disbelief, Stevens jumps to his feet and immediately gets in Referee Knox’s face. Towering over the barely five foot tall zebra, Stevens unleashes a tirade of curses and insults on Knox. 

Lance:
Bo’s taking his eyes off the prize, guys! He’s giving Newbludd time to recover!

Cassidy:
This is it, boys. This is the opening Newbludd needs.

As Stevens continues his verbal tirade, Brock crawls to the ropes and slowly begins to pull himself up. On the outside, Cary slaps George on the back and the big man responds instantly. Racing up to Brock, The Big Crawdaddy smokes him in the face with a ham-sized fist!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

DDK:
Once again, George sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong!

On the outside, Cary screams at Bo to forget the refere and turn around. Bocephus hears his uncle and immediately spins on a heel to see Newbludd stumbling towards him. Bending low, Bo picks Brock up…

Lance:
Here comes Straight Outta Texas! No! Newbludd reversed it into a Sunset Flip!

Pulling the reversal of the Alabama Slam out of nowhere, Brock has the pin!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

Stevens kicks out!

DDK:
Newbludd almost stole the victory again! Bo can’t believe it!

Furiously racing to his feet, Stevens pounces on Newbludd and grabs him by the face!

Lance:
Bo beat Brock to his feet and has the Iron Claw applied! 

Still gripping Brock’s face, Bo sweeps Brock’s feet out from under him and drives The Innovator to the mat. The second Newbludd’s back his the mat he turns the tables back in his favor by reversing the Claw Hold into a Gogoplata!

DDK:
Gogoplata! Newbludd reversed the Iron Claw and has Bo dead to rights in the middle of the ring!

Brock clenches his jaw as he uses what energy he has left to try and make Stevens submit to Hell’s Gate. Desperation quickly setting in, Bo let’s out a roar and picks Brock up off the mat before slamming him back down in an attempt to break the submission. 

Lance:
Newbludd’s not letting go!

Cassidy:
The unstoppable force meets the immovable object! This is some damn good wrestling, fellas! 

Feeling that same desperation, Cary scrambles up onto the apron and catches the attention of Referee Knox, who immediately takes his attention off of the submission to scream at the elder Stevens.

DDK:
Cary may have saved Bo’s hide by distracting the ref, but he also caught Newbludd’s attention!

Seeing Cary standing on the apron, Brock releases Bo and scrambles to his feet. Brushing past Referee Knox, Newbludd charges towards Bo’s manager. Cary’s eyes widen at the sight of the irate Brock coming at him and he wisely drops off the apron.

Brock Newbludd:
Now you!? You come in this ring and I’ll break your damn hip, old man!

Spinning around, Newbludd’s eyes widen in surprise at the sight of Bo’s fist screaming towards his face.

Lance:
BO-DAZZLED! NO! Brock ducked it!

Ducking the hard hitting discus punch, Brock let’s Bo complete his wild spin before grabbing him by the back of the head.

DDK:
Newbludd with the Jawbreaker!

Stevens stumbles backwards as he holds his jaw in pain while Newbludd bounces off the nearest set of ropes. Charging in at full speed, Brock PLANTS Bo in the middle of the ring with a Running STO!

Lance:
Brock with the STO and Bo is laid out!

Feeding off of the crowd’s energy, Brock pops back up to his feet and races to the nearest corner. Quickly climbing to the top, Newbludd looks out to the crowd and slaps his elbow, drawing a cheer from the crowd.

DDK:
Newbludd’s calling his shot and it’s going to be an elbow off the top rope!

Lance:
No! George is up on the apron!

Cassidy:
One Stevens too many for ol’ Brockster, it seems.

DDK:
Any chance you’re going to even the odds?

Cassidy:
He’s got it well in hand, Keeb-meister. 

Moving as quick as his four pound plus body will allow him to, George races along the ring apron and grabs Brock by an ankle! Newbludd tries to shake off the big man’s grip but The Crawdaddy has that big pincher locked down on his foot!

DDK:
Bo’s getting back up to his feet, Brock’s in a bad spot!

Seeing the dazed Bo slowly stagger back to his feet, Brock shows great balance by bending low to punch George squarely in the nose. Instinctively, George puts his hands to his feet, releasing Newbludd.

Lance:
Brock’s broken free! 

Turning his attention to Bo, Newbludd wastes no time and leaps off the top rope. 

DDK:
Incoming! METEORA by Newbludd!

Rolling through the landing, the fired up Newbludd races to the opposite set of turnbuckles and scrambles up them. Spinning to face the ring, Brock leaps off for a second time!

Lance:
Flying Elbow Drop! Newbludd can ride this burst of energy to victory!

As The Faithful lets out an approving roar, Newbludd brings his glassy eyed opponent to his feet and locks him in a full nelson.

DDK:
Here comes Shock and Awe!

Lance:
Watch out! George just slid in the ring! 

The Big Crawdaddy shows shocking quickness as he closes the gap between him and Brock. Hearing the chorus of boos echo throughout the Wrestle-Plex, Brock releases Bo and turns around just in time to be LEVELED with a lariat from George! 

DDK:
George Stevens just crushed Newbludd with that clothesline! Referee Knox is calling for the bell! The Stevens Dynasty aren’t getting the win tonight, but it looks like they will be cashing in on that bounty!

George begins to viciously stomp on the downed Newbludd while Knox frantically signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

We hear a rustle as Cassidy’s headset is thrown aside, and grabbing the briefcase of money, Cassidy charges the ring! Cassidy rolls under the bottom rope and begins to pull the raging Stevens off Brock.

Cassidy:
Guys! Chill! Look!

Cassidy holds up the briefcase full of money he got from Tom Morrow, as if to say to the Stevens, “I’m on your side.” Bo and George look to Cary. While Cary is eyeing Cassidy with suspicion, he still nods to signal to his boys to let Cassidy do his thing. With George and Bo Stevens flanking over his shoulder, Cassidy approaches the downed Brock Newbludd. Brock looks up at Cassidy, trying to shake the cobwebs from his eyes. Brock notices Cassidy holding the briefcase, and shakes his head in disbelief. We can see his mouth the phrase, “not you, man.” The fans are not happy with what appears to be happening here, showering the ring with jeers. Cassidy shrugs.

Cassidy:
A guy has to do what a guy has to do… 

... and you damn sure owe me for this one, buddy.

Cassidy allows himself the quickest of shit-eating grins before he turns and BASHES the briefcase over the head of the monster George Stevens! With George momentarily dazed, Brock springs to his feet and begins peppering the surprised Bo with right hands! Cassidy lines up one more briefcase shot to the skull of George and the biggest Stevens stumbles backwards and out of the ring with Brock clothesline Bo over the top rope and to the floor!

DDK:
Despite some really unkind messing with us on Pat’s part, Cassidy and Brock are on the same page! None of Morrow’s hired guns got the job done and Brock Newbludd lives to fight another day!

As Cary RAGES on the outside about the fate of his boys. Brock and Cassidy high-five in the ring to a round of applause from the fans! Cassidy holds up the briefcase full of Tom Morrow’s money - he opens it and money flies everywhere! He and Brock both grab a handful and begin to throw the wads of cash to the crowd!! 

Lance:
Looks like it’s The Faithful who will be going home with Morrow’s cash! 

DDK:
The co-owners of Balleyhoo Brew are united, and might be lining up some loyal customers with this free cash giveaway! 

Cassidy and Brock continue throwing wads of dollar bills to the fans as Newbludd’s theme fires up and we switch over to the next segment.

Live on DEFonDemand! 

DEFtv moves outside the Funhouse to another part of the DEFplex where “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns and “Bantam” Ryan Batts are shown walking down a hallway. Burnsy has something clutched in his left fist and is trying his best to put on a happy face, but considering recent events with Scott Douglas… it's 5/10 smiley at best. Beside him, Batts looks pumped and excited for the SOHER Challenger Battle Royal later on in the evening.

The Team Graps Duo stops in front of a locker room, and Burns stares at the nameplate. After a few seconds, he knocks on the door, and then looks at Ryan.

Oscar Burns:
Well, here we are, Ry. 

Ryan Batts:
Yep… hey, Oscar… you all right after last night? After Douglas? You never did talk to me about it. 

Twists and Turns shrugs at his protege.

Oscar Burns:
Look… Scotty was the better man last night, plain and simple. He's not even the worst Scott I've had the displeasure of being around so there's that.

Ryan nods 100%.

Ryan Batts:
Point taken. 

Oscar Burns:
Anyway… I'll figure this out... right now, this is something I gotta do, then I'll let you be on your way to the battle royal, yeah?

The Scrappy Young Wrestlelad moves and lets Oscar do his thing. Burns is about to knock again, but before he can, the door swings open and the Team Graps Cap is face to face, once again, with the Queen of the Ring. A look of shock registers on Lindsay Troy’s face, but it quickly melts away to be replaced by one of nonchalance.

Lindsay Troy:
Burnsy.

Oscar Burns:
Queenie.

Lindsay Troy:
Come to ask me for a Best of Five?

Burns offers a light laugh. Like we said before, 5/10.

Oscar Burns:
Yeah, nah, GC… I don't think I'll be doing that right now. The both of us left it all on the line three different times and the people had their fill. But… there was something I wanted to talk about if you got a sec.

Lindsay Troy:
Oh...kay…

She opens the door a little more so it’s not just her face that’s sticking out into the hallway. 

Lindsay Troy:
Alright, shoot. You look like you’d rather be anywhere else but here.

Oscar Burns:
Look… I won't beat around the bush. We put each other through the wringer these last few months. But whether you care or not, it was never personal, GC. So Ry and I came here with a peace offering of sorts…

He holds out one of the newest shirts…

A Team Graps shirt.

Oscar Burns:
Think of it as our way of saying "you were the better person that night, no hard feelings about going after your leg like a crazy, hungry dingo." What do you say?

Ryan offers an awkward thumbs up to the Queen when she looks his way. 

Lindsay Troy: (to Ryan)
Heard you got some claws to go with your teeth, Batts.

She smirks.

Lindsay Troy:
Nice job.

Ryan Batts:
Thanks for the recommendation in gyms. Taking real good care of me in Chicago. Can't wait to finally have my legs be lethal weapons now, too. 

Burns looks at Batts, not knowing what he's talking about. 

Ryan Batts:
Oh, since I fought her a few months ago, I wanted to add kickboxing to my repertoire, too. Recommended a place for me.

Oscar Burns:
I see...

Lindsay then looks back to Oscar and the proffered shirt.

Lindsay Troy:
I know it wasn’t personal, Oscar. We both wanted to win because we both want to get back the FIST of DEFIANCE, and we each did what we had to do. I’ve got a harder and longer road to get back to the top than you do since I’ve been gone from DEF for so long, so if it means I gotta make more waves and rock more boats and be a fouler tempest than I normally am, then that’s what I gotta do. But….I’ll make you a deal.

She reaches out, takes the shirt from the Guru of the Graps, and throws it over her shoulder.

Lindsay Troy:
I’ll accept the peace offering, on one condition.

Oscar Burns:
Name it. 

Lindsay Troy:
You tell Junior Keeling to fuck off.

The look on Burns' face is a little sour now. Ryan looks at him.

Ryan Batts:
You know she's right. The fact you didn't throw away that card when he gave it to you? Morrow's like THE turd in the punch bowl. Punch bowls everywhere scurry from that dude when he comes around.

Burns gets annoyed.

Oscar Burns:
Look… what happens there is MY business and mine alone. But if he tries any of that funny business with me, I don't care how many ponces are following him. I'll rip his arm off and beat him with it myself, then I'll give it to you as a trophy. That good enough for you, GC?

Lindsay Troy:
Make it his head, then yes.

Oscar Burns:
Love, you got a deal.

On that note, the Queen slips back into her locker room and lets the door close behind her… then comes back, takes the shirt then waves before heading back into the locker room.

Oscar Burns:
All right, GC, good luck tonight. Rooting for you.

Burns and Batts bump fists.

Ryan Batts:
Thanks, man. Look… I'll trust your judgment but if I see any of that funny business with Morrow, *I'LL* kick him in the head before you even get a chance to fight him.

The two nod and then depart.

DDK:
Well folks up next we have what I would assume is an ‘orientation’ of sorts for the recently revealed grouping of Victor Vacio, Rezin and Stalker. As Vacio and Rezin will square off against none other than Team HOSS!

Lance:
Victor Vacio has been tormenting Deacon for months, but no one asked the question if there was someone pulling his strings or at least someone helping him. As we recently learned, Victor’s efforts have been organized by the madmen we’ve come to know as Stalker in DEFIANCE.

DDK:
Stalker’s hand in Scott Douglas’ life is seemingly fading away as he looks to poison yet another good man - or at least attempt to. Seeing Victor Vacio with Stalker and Rezin seems like a whole lot of trouble waiting to happen. 

Lance:
Looks like Darren Quimbey is set in the ring with Team HOSS, as he is ready to introduce them and their opponents!

Cut to Darren Quimbey at the ready.

Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! 

♫ “Overlord” by Black Label Society ♫

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing first… at a combined weight of 587 pounds… they are the team of Angel Trinidad and Aleczander The Great… TEAM HOSS!

The 6’5” and 269-pound Brit, Aleczander The Great and the 6’10” and 309-pound Angel Trinidad raise their arms in the ring, waiting impatiently for their opponents. No love from The Faithful for Team HOSS but as Quimbey goes to introduce their opponents, the booing turns more towards utter dismay.

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing next … the opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of 410lbs...“The Lost Cause” VICCCCTOR VAAAAAAACCCIIIOOO… and “The Escape Artist” RRRREEEZZZIIINNNN!!!!

♫ “Marche Funebre” by Candlemass  ♫

As a doom metal rendition of Chopin’s famous funeral march plays, DEFarena lights go out as the DEFiatron lights up with a burst of static, ‘The False Heroes you worship will be your downfall...’ The words slowly appear on the static-filled screen in black solid letters, Stalker’s name appears below the words, as if they were his statement before pyros shoot down the rampway. Smoke billows out from behind the curtains as Victor Vacio, Rezin, and Stalker all walk out with purpose towards the ring. Ignoring the jeers of the fans, Stalker waits for Vacio and Rezin to climb the steps first before waiting patiently at the bottom, with his arms outstretched he points at the fans and then back to his ‘No More False Heroes’ t-shirt. 

Lance:
Rezin and Vacio are definitely going to be a deadly pairing. Team HOSS still have the advantage in HOSS, but they may very well have the deck stacked against them tonight with Stalker in their corner..

DDK:
Stalker’s presence is bound to be a distraction regardless. You have to wonder what role he is really looking to play here in DEFIANCE, cause at this juncture his hand is in more matches than I’d care to see!

Brian Slater gives instructions to the competitors of Rezin, Vacio and Team HOSS. Stalker takes his place outside the ring, the fans are making it known that they’d rather not have anything to do with him. Rezin and Vacio discuss in the corner who will start first before looking to Stalker who gives Rezin the confirming nod. The so-called “Escape Artist” ditches his DIY “KEN Mode” tank before stretching out his arms to limber up.

Lance:
Looks like we’ll have Rezin starting off first against Angel Trinidad!

DDK:
Rezin’s white-hot start in DEFIANCE finally cooled off when he accidentally disqualified himself from the Favoured Fourway match back at Ascension by striking the ref, though it should probably be pointed out that Rezin has not yet been pinned since entering DEFIANCE. 

Lance:
True, but much of that has to do with Stalker, and his frequent interferences. I am sure Brian Slater has made it clear to these competitors he’s expecting none of that tonight!

DDK:
You can never tell with the Kabal.

Lance:
I thought they were the Fallen?

DING DING

At the sound of the bell, Trinidad comes out swinging with a running lariat, only to have Rezin deftly duck it and slip behind with a sharp knee strike to the small of his back! Trinidad reels, and spins around right into a hook kick that connects with the shoulder and sends him into the corner. Rezin follows up by crashing into him with a jumping back elbow splash that puts Angel to the canvas, before clutching the top rope and doing a stomping dance number on his chest and face!

DDK:
Early control from Rezin, using his advantage in agility in speed! Trinidad of Team HOSS is already in trouble, and now Slater is having to warn Rezin to back off with those mudhole stomps!

Showing quick and unexpected restraint, Rezin suddenly backs up and appears to apologize profusely to Brian Slater. 

Lance:
That’s odd… OOF! Nevermind, he just ran by and gave Trinidad another stomp! Slater looks furious!

Rezin turns around and continues apologizing to the official to let his guard down, but Slater is no longer buying it. Aleczander has seen enough, and steps over the top rope to enter the ring before making a direct line for Rezin. The Goat Bastard’s eyes pop like a man about to be run over by a Mack truck as he backs up into the corner and the ref quickly intervenes.

DDK:
Aleczander wasn’t going to stand for any more of this, and now the official is giving HIM an earful for not waiting for the tag! Hold on, what is Stalker doing on the outside?

While Slater reprimands Aleczander, Stalker makes his way around to the side of the ring where Trinidad is recovering with the help of the ropes. Unseen to ref, he reaches through the ropes and lands the blatant LOW BLOW!

Lance:
OH wow! Not even two minutes into the match, and Stalker is making his presence felt from the outside! The mighty Angel Trinidad is crumpled on the canvas after Stalker just hit him with a nasty low blow from outside the ring apron!

Completely unaware of his partner’s current fate, Aleczander relents and moves back to his own corner. With Trinidad struggling to get to his feet, Rezin slips out to the apron and springboards his way in, catching Angel with a high-angle missile dropkick that catches him in the face and knocks him right back to the canvas!

DDK:
Devastating aerial attack by Rezin, who follows up with the cover!

ONE

TWO--NO!!

A knee drop from Rezin keeps Angel from recovering too quickly, and he pulls the big man to his feet by the head before throwing him forcibly into the corner where Victor Vacio is waiting for a tag.

DDK:
Team HOSS are not in a good spot here, Angel looks ready to pass out from Stalker’s cheap shot and Vacio just got the hot tag... literally!

Following the “hot” tag, Rezin flashes his hands before revealing his freshly lit Zippo, which apparently materialized there through a very cheap magic trick.

Stalker: [yelling from the outside]
BURN THEM TO THE GROUND VACIO!!

Rezin:
YEAH, BROH! FUEGO-IT-ARRIBA! FUEGO-IT-ARRIBA!

Vacio:
...ugh, cállate tú pendejo.

As Vacio enters the ring, Angel Trinidad gets a burst of energy, shoving the masked villain backwards and spearing him into the center of the ring.

Lance:
A sign of life from Team HOSS! 

DDK:
Aleczander is reaching his Great arm out as far as it will go for that tag!

It was just enough as Angel scampers forward on his hands and knees diving forward with a bit of effort and scoring the hot tag to Aleczander The Great! The Faithful leap to their feet as Vacio stands up, in the center of the ring, only to be met with a HUGE BIG BOOT from the great one!

Lance:
Aleczander isn’t done as he charges at Rezin… BIG CLOTHESLINE! Rezin just went FLYING off the ring apron!!

The scene falls into chaos as Stalker starts to yell at Brian Slater to disqualify Team HOSS for Aleczander’s blindside hit on his main ‘beast’. 

DDK:
Rezin cleared the barricade into the front row off the impact of that clothesline! How does he keep ending up out there?

Lance:
Team HOSS is in clear control as Angel Trinidad is now coaching Aleczander from the ring apron, bringing Vacio into their corner now…

Victor Vacio is in a bad spot as Angel Trinidad doesn’t hesitate to land a blow in behind the ref’s back, with Vacio facing two to one odds, Brian Slater was still arguing with Stalker on the outside. 

DDK:
This is how tag team action is done right here!

With The Faithful actually cheering them on, Team HOSS sets Vacio up on the top turnbuckle, Aleczander still the legal man in, he climbs up to hook him for a Top Rope Suplex!

Lance:
This looks bad for Vacio here… OOHH NO! Vacio Pushes the big man backwards!

THUD!

Aleczander The Great looks like a falling titan as he comes crashing down and shakes the ring with a solid thud and bounce! Vacio kicks at Trinidad’s face before diving off the top turnbuckle with an Elbow Drop!

DDK:
Stalker is finally leaving Brian Slater alone so he can focus on the match just in time for his team to mount a comeback! 

Lance:
Vacio is slow to capitalize but he’s going for a pinfall here!

ONE

TWO…NO!

The Great big man gets a shoulder up to the dismay of Vacio, who throws a glance to the outside to check on the status of his partner. Rezin, looking rather loopy--more loopy than he normally looks, in any case--has finally bumbled his way back over the barricade.

Lance:
Rezin is finally out of the crowd and getting back on the ring apron and… what the hell, did he have time for a snack?!

Indeed, Rezin has seemingly plucked a hotdog from his venture in the front row. If we could see the face beneath the mask of the Lost Cause, it would no doubt be wearing an expression of disgust. Nevertheless, Vacio makes the tag as Rezin takes another bite and steps into the ring.

DDK:
Tag made to the currently masticating Escape Artist, but now both members of Team HOSS are getting to their feet!

Lance:
You certainly don’t want to be caught snacking while the HOSSes come attacking!

Rezin takes his time stepping through the ropes, prompting Vacio to charge the rising Trinidad with a running cross body that sends both men over the ropes to the floor! Rezin has seemingly forgotten all action happening around him, glibly chewing away at his frankfurter.

Stalker: [yelling from the outside]
FOCUS, YOU FOOL!

Gulping down another bite of hotdog, Rezin throws a confused and predictably unfocused look to his manager. Aleczander, seeing his opening, rushes him…

DDK:
Aleczander the Great from BEHIND--!!

NO!! As if eyes were in the back of his head, Rezin suddenly DUCKS the big boot attempt and catches the HOSS with a deadly CLOVEN HOOF KICK that stuns the big man in place and drops him to his knees. Shaking his head, Rezin takes the last bite of his hotdog, licks the grease from his fingers, smears mustard through his beard when he tries to wipe it from his lip, and tucks Aleczander’s head under his arm into an inverted front facelock…

DDK:
INTO THE VOID off the spinning heel kick by Rezin! Hooks the leg for the cover!

ONE...

TWO....

THREE...

DING! DING! DING

♫ “Marche Funebre” by Candlemass  ♫

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentlemen, announcing the winners of this match… the team of REZIN and VICTOR VACIO!!

The Faithful BOO LOUDLY at the result as Rezin rises to his feet with a smirk and holds his arms out to his sides with indifference. Stalker enters the ring with a chair in his hand, Brian Slater takes note of his arrival and makes a quick exit out of the ring as Stalker’s chair shot attack aims directly at Aleczander The Great!

Lance:
A triumph here tonight for this team working on behalf of the Kabal!

DDK:
I thought you called them the Fallen earlier? And someone please get Stalker out of the ring - they won the match they don’t need to beat them after the fact!

The Faithful’s boos continue to pour down as Angel Trinidad falls victim next to Stalker, suffering a direct chair shot to his face as he enters the ring to defend his teammate!

Lance:
I don’t care, they’re all scum as far as I’m concerned. 

DDK:
Regardless, picking up this win over the tenured Team HOSS can be considered a major win for this unlikely pairing brought together by Stalker! One has to wonder what he has in store for DEFIANCE when--

Lights out….

DDK:
You have to be kidding…

Keebler’s microphone is shut off with static for a brief moment as the DEFArena lights are once again cut off, the chaos in the ring of Team HOSS being decimated by The Kabal is quickly interrupted by sudden darkness.

Lance:
Hello..? Alright folks.. Sorry about that we are working on blocking these weird static glitches we have whenever Stalker is around.

DDK:
I can’t see a thing! Did Team HOSS at least have a chance to get out of the ring?

With the lights in the arena out, the action in the ring is limited to shadowed movement for a few more seconds before the house lights came back on to Stalker standing in the ring with a mic in his hand, flanking him on his sides are Rezin and Victor Vacio, the recent victors of the previous match.

Stalker:
You know….

Glaring at The Faithful, Stalker’s grip on the mic is tension filled and almost raging as he looks wild eyed into the camera.

Stalker:
It’s trash like what we just tossed in the ring that gives all of the other FALSE HEROES in DEFIANCE a bad name!

Rezin’s stance challenges the crowd as Victor Vacio moves to the corner turnbuckles, further infuriating an already worked up crowd.

Lance:
Stalker’s stance on the ‘Heroes’ as he calls them of DEFIANCE has been well known and repeated since day one. He considers himself the absolute ‘Anti-Hero’.

DDK:
He’s been on the hunt since joining DEFIANCE from day one, I don’t see an Anti-Hero, I see a literal Stalker. Now, we just need someone who can take this crazy man to task - hopefully someone can step up and make this man see beyond his limited World.

With the crowd in discourse, Stalker continues to soak in the typically undesired hate showering him in the center of the ring. 

Stalker:
Aww… you expecting Scott Douglas to come stomping down the ring and clear us out? Joke’s on you, that man is on a path of his own now…

Lance:
With a win against Stalker at Ascension - Scott Douglas made it clear he was putting Stalker in his rearview mirror during their match - might be something that Stalker wants to use as a personal victory for himself.

Stalker:
So the question on your tongues now is… what’s next for Stalker’s World? What’s next for the DLC that has been darkening DEFIANCE since my arrival? Or even better… how about what’s next for the tormentor of that Mute Freak DEACON!?!

Angst paints Stalker’s face, he points to his comrades in the ring, Rezin chilling in the corner, casually flicking on and off his Zippo lighter. Vacio stoically looks on, his face shrouded behind the black void of his mask.

Stalker:
The Kabal… are here to prove that Heroes like the ones you worship today are NOT worth your time and you should just accept MY VISION! MY TRUTH! Punk ass WANNA BE’s like PAT CASSIDY can’t put a stop to me. 

Taking a few steps in the ring Stalker pauses to catch his own breath while Rezin and Vacio look on.

Stalker:
Team HOSS was the best DEFIANCE has to offer? WHAT ABOUT The Champions!? What about those FAKE ASS ROLE MODELS… like LINDSAY TROY?!?

Lance:
Did… he just call out Lindsay Troy?

DDK:
Along with Deacon, Pat Cassidy, Scott Douglas among others.. Apparently losing isn’t something that this man considers a reason to stop pursuing some of our best ‘Heroes’.

Glaring up towards the DEFIAtron, Stalker is patiently waiting.

Stalker:
I know DEACON isn’t going to let anything go but I really gotta ask is that really the only one… BIG enough to try and SHUT US UP… SHUT ME UP!?!?! ANYONE!?!?

Spitting on the mic, Stalker’s mouth is basically foaming at the bit, waiting for anyone to step down the rampway and accept the challenge to shut him up.

Lance:
With Stalker’s recent actions against Deacon I'm surprised the big man has not already made his way to the ring… 

It’s not Deacon who appears, though. Instead… 

♫ “Legendary” by 7kingZ ♫

…blasts through the speakers and Lindsay Troy strides through the curtain, microphone in hand. She stops dead center stage and motions for her music to be cut, keeping her gaze firmly fixed on the Kabal in the ring.

Lindsay Troy:
If I didn’t know better, Reeves, I’d think you had a bone to pick with me.

She stops, tilts her head to the side. Lets the cheers build around her.

Lance:
Certainly seems that way.

DDK:
We know that there’s no rhyme or reason to the way Jason Reeves operates, but to call Lindsay Troy out like this is...I dunno.

Lindsay Troy: (continuing)
I can’t seem to figure out why, though. It’s not like you and I have played catch-up since our time in Empire Pro. And not for anything, but I’ve been a little busy since I came back to DEF. I just wrapped a three match clinic with Oscar Burns so watching your shitty reboot of “Are You Afraid of the Dark?” hasn’t been high on my priority list. I’m sure you understand.

Stalker’s eyes continue to shift back and forth as he studies Troy standing at the top of the rampway.

Stalker:
Say her name and she shall appear… What was the nickname again? The one you say in the mirror? Five times to make the ‘Masked One’ appear?

Lance:
I have no idea what he’s talking about, Darren, do you?

DDK:
No idea whatsoever.

Now it’s Stalker’s turn to tilt his head sideways. He approaches the ropes of the ring, his shifty eyes now laser focused, which center squarely on that of the Queen of the Ring.

Stalker:
Well, tell me the name.. Hero!? Tell me about the time you were Dark.. 

Lindsay Troy:
DIS? Yes, I was very clever with a literary allusion to Dante’s Inferno when I donned a mask, shocked the world, and beat a manpig for a world title. That mask eventually came off though, Creepy. The one you wear seems melted on for good.

Stalker:
Just like the rest of the False Heroes who have strolled into my World, thinking that I'm just a crazed man…

Pausing in the ring it seems for a moment that Stalker is talking to himself or perhaps the rest of The Kabal in the ring, but both Rezin and Vacio are occupied taunting fans. 

Stalker:
I will turn you back to that Darkness. We haven’t played catch up because I was biding my time. Until…my friends were all revealed...

Jason smirks as he sharply whistles into the microphone. Rezin and Victor Vacio stand at full attention shoulder to shoulder with Stalker.

Stalker:
Darkness is going to swarm and feed on the False Heroes of DEFIANCE… and we are going to start with you…

With each word leaving Stalker’s lips he moves with a small step towards the ring ropes, approaching the steps towards the rampway until Lindsay Troy is shoved to the side by none other than Deacon!

DDK:
OH WOW! He just shoved Lindsay Troy out of his way to the ring!

Chaos ensues as Stalker nods to Rezin and Vacio who dart forward out of the ring towards Lindsay Troy, however Deacon is there to cut them both off!

Lance:
Deacon just CLOTHESLINED Rezin at the bottom of the ramp and he has Stalker in his sights… here comes Vacio!

Vacio with a chair in his hands raises it to attack Deacon but is blocked by Deacon’s massive reach, he yanks the chair from Vacio’s hands and HEADBUTTS the man to the floor!

Lance:
Lindsay Troy is moving down the ramp now as well and it looks like she is somewhat annoyed with Deacon’s shove!

Stalker looks on from the ring with a sinister grin on his face, his posture is defensive as he waits for Deacon to make the attempt inside the ring.

DDK:
Finally… DEFSec is here!

Wyatt Bronson charges towards the ring down the rampway followed by his DEFSec comrades. Lindsay Troy is within reaching distance of Deacon who is stepping over the top rope to finally confront Stalker!

Lance:
Deacon and Stalker are about to be face to face! Considering the torment Victor Vacio put Deacon through these past few months, finding out that Stalker was behind the briefcase the entire time… Deacon has to be angry!

DDK:
It’s pretty clear that’s the case!

Just as Deacon approaches Stalker, DEFSec swarms the ring to separate the two, attempting to restore order to the scene as Deacon tries relentlessly to push his way to Stalker.

Lance:
Stalker’s face tells it all… I think this is exactly what he wanted! Lindsay Troy looks like she wants to enter the fray but DEFSec’s forcing her to stay back as well.

With DEFSec in the ring the wrestlers are separated as The Kabal regroup on the outside, watching Deacon try valiantly to push past the security as we fade to commercial.

Don't miss the DEFIANCE ROAD, only on DEFonDemand! 

A lazy crowd congregates around the backstage watercooler. Design department employees Tessa and Blythe take a break to talk about the ongoing drama with Kristie. The gossip flows as Malak Garland stops to get a drink. He can’t help but notice the buxom blondes nestling close to the watercooler as he fills his one-use paper cup.

Tessa:
Did you see what Kristie was wearing last night?

Blythe:
Ummmm yeah, hello! Like, super tack, girl. I thought scrunchies were out of style by now.

Malak’s ears burn as the women bash Kristie behind her back. He quickens his actions, gulps down his water and discards his cup. He begins to walk away but Tessa and Blythe are relentless.

Blythe:
I think Kristie got a nose job.

Tessa:
Oh, fo sho. Girl, anyone with deformities should cover their faces.

Malak stops in his tracks. He can’t help but think the two oblivious women are commenting about him. His face is still scratched up a bit from his encounter in the cage with Lucky Sevens as he’s only been out of the hospital for a few days, so needless to say, he is rather sensitive about his looks. Anxiety starts to build up inside him.

Malak Garland: [Muttering to himself]
Are they talking about my face!? The doctor said it would heal.

Perturbed, Malak scans the hallway with shifty eyes. He scampers over to a corner where he retrieves a box. However, this isn’t just any box, it’s the special box Klein gave him in the hospital. Malak dons it immediately and begins to feel safer.

Malak Garland:
Those two are spreading unsavory rumors. Good thing I have my portable safe space with me.

Malak peers through the eyeholes. While his anxiety slows, he notices something glisten in a dark, distant corner.

Malak Garland:
What the...

Entranced, the Keyboard King can’t help but wander into the darkness. Suddenly, everything around him falls quiet. There is no Tessa. There is no Blythe. Heck, there isn’t even a watercooler. Malak is simply surrounded by darkness.

Malak Garland:
Well this sucks.

Malak turns every which way but it’s pitch black until a glimmer catches his eye once more. He immediately moves towards it and finds himself in a hall of mirrors, like something straight out of a funhouse. There are mirrors of various sizes and girths. The spaces between some mirrors seems impossible to navigate through, while others have gaping wide passageways. Perplexed and lost, Malak stumbles through in a panic.

Malak Garland:
WHO PUT THIS HALL OF MIRRORS HERE!?

Malak stops at a mirror that makes him look very short and wide. Amused for only a few seconds, Malak resumes panicking. He rushes down the seemingly endless hall until he hears the voice of Teresa Ames.

Teresa Ames: [Omnipresent]
MALAK! MALAK, IT’S ME, TERESA! COME FIND ME! HELP ME!

The Source of Envy finally comes across one of his dear companions but she’s entrapped in the glass! The two pound on the mirror pane from their respective sides, trying to free Ames.

Malak Garland:
How the heck are you inside the mirror?

Teresa Ames:
Why are you wearing that stupid box on your head?

Malak realizes he’s still sporting the safe space box, so he takes it off. Like magic, the pane of glass between the two members of The Comments Section disappears. Ames jumps down and joins her leader.

Malak Garland:
Weird.

He gazes at the box in his hands as if it wields mystical powers. With Ames in tow, the two of them continue down the hall of mirrors until they discover Cyrus Bates!

Malak Garland:
Cyrus!

The Bellicose Brawler also resides in a wacky mirror but his energy level is so low. He sits on the floor, gasping for air.

Teresa Ames:
Quick, Malak! We have to get him out of there! Cyrus is claustrophobic! He hates confined spaces!

Malak Garland:
I didn’t know that.

Teresa begins clawing at the window as the always ignorant Malak Garland starts self-punishing for not knowing crucial information about his underling. So naturally, Malak puts the box back on his head and as luck would have it, the glass casing disappears, freeing Cyrus from the clutches of the mirror.

Malak Garland:
Whoaaaaaa!

There is little time for astonishment as the trio finally reunites and feels an overwhelming urge to find their way out of the dreaded hall of mirrors. They navigate through the twists and turns and no, they don’t see Oscar Burns. They see a light at the end of the tunnel and begin sprinting towards it.

Malak Garland:
LIGHT! I SEE LIGHT!

But before they get there, imagery of Jestal, Dandelion and Klein dances throughout the hall. The Comments Section huddles together, scared for their lives. The scene switches to Jestal sitting at the fireplace with all the Faithful kids. He turns a page in the big book.

Faithful Child:
Then what happened?

Faithful Children:
Yeah what happened after they saw you three!

Jestal:
Well let Uncle Jestal tell you my little duckies.

The scene shifts back to the story...

Malak, Cyrus and Teresa somehow manage to escape from the hall of mirrors but they are more frightened than when they started. Malak holds his safe space box in his trembling hands. He looks at it as if it possesses the power of magic and who knows where it may lead him to in the future.

The scene shifts back to Jestal.

Faithful Child:
Ooooo a magic box, then what happened.

Jestal smiles warmly at the little innocent child.

Jestal:
That my little ducky is a story for another day.

DDK:
Coming up next, folks, we’ve got a massive opportunity for one DEFIANCE or BRAZEN start! Five starts from each brand will compete shortly in what is being called the “Next Challenger” Battle Royale to earn a future title opportunity against the winner of tonight’s match between Tyler Fuse and Southern Heritage Champion Dex Joy!

Lance:
You’re right, that is huge! We have “Bantam” Ryan Batts, all three members of the Gulf Coast Connection and Gunther Adler for DEFIANCE! And on the BRAZEN side, five of their brightest including THREE former BRAZEN Champions in Nathaniel Eye, Reinhardt Hoffman and Batts’ ex-tag partner, “Manpower” Jack Mace, along with a team who have been impressive in BRAZEN and on UNCUT, Heavy Artillery! Let’s go the ring now!

Darren Quimbey:
The following contest is a “Next Challenger” Battle Royale where the winner will earn themselves a future shot at the Southern Heritage Championship! Already in the ring… Heavy Artillery! Former BRAZEN Champion Reinhardt Hoffman! DEFIANCE star Gunther Adler! Introducing next… 

♫ “Surf City” by Jan & Dean ♫

The crowd gets on their feet, as the trio of Aaron King, Theodore Cain, and The Crescent City Kid bounce out to their fun-loving theme song.  As always, they are decked out in their matching purple and yellow attire and head to the ring quickly. 

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing next… Aaron King, Theodore Cain, and the Crescent City Kid… THE GULF COAST CONNECTION!!!

♫ “Come Together” by Gary Clark Jr. ♫

The reaction goes back to the good guys as one half of the former tag team WrestleFriends and former BRAZEN Champion, Jack Mace makes his way out, roaring for the crowd! He heads to the ring. 

Darren Quimbey:
Up next, from Grewelthorpe, England, weighing in at 278 pounds… “THE WRESTLING BEAR” JACK MACE!

  ♫ “The Last Garrison” by Enter Shikari ♫

The Faithful now rock out and give one of the biggest cheers yet for Mace’s former tag partner, “Bantam” Ryan Batts! He waves his signature rally towel in the air and points at the ring, rushing full speed ahead. He slides inside and then comes face to face with Mace for the first time since the team was broken up at the hands of the Fuse Bros 360. The two quickly hug it out to a nice round of nostalgia cheers before the next theme hits. 

Darren Quimbey:
From Rancho Santa Margarita, California, weighing in at 205 pounds… ”BANTAM” RYAN BATTS!

♫ “Fix Up, Look Sharp” by Dizzie Rascal ♫

And lastly, perhaps BRAZEN’s biggest success story. Another former BRAZEN Champion in addition to former BRAZEN Tag Team Champion and TAG PARTY II winner!

Darren Quimbey:
And lastly, from Bellingham, Washington at 236 pounds… NATHANIEL EYE!

With everybody in now, referees Rex Knox and Hector Navarro stand by outside and call for the bell…

DING DING!

DDK:
And here we go! All three members of Gulf Coast Connection going after BRAZEN’s Heavy Artillery! That’s good strategy trying to get the two biggest men out! And I think that I see Adler trying to help them out!

Lance:
Mace going right for Hoffman! And Eye trying his luck with Batts in the corner! Fights breaking out everywhere!

The largest man in the match, Roosevelt Owens, is trying his best to fight off both Crescent City Kid going for a leg while Theodore Cain goes high and tries to get him over in one of the corners, Adler and King are both trying to duke it out with Bobby Horrigan. A headbutt from Horrigan greets Cain, but a push kick from the barefooted Gunther kicks him square in the chest and sends him flying to the edge of the ring. Aaron King stumbles, but then goes right at Horrigan with a running forearm in the corner. He tries quickly to get Horrigan out, but the big bastard of a Boston Irish native elbows him right back and stuns him. 

DDK:
Shots being thrown right now! King now going for the leg, but Horrigan shoves him back.. And he just elbows Adler!

King stumbles back and sees an angry Adler come back and BLAST him with a vicious bicycle kick, so hard he goes flying over the top rope!

Lance:
Wow, that miscommunication just led to Adler taking out Aaron King of the Gulf Coast Connection! And Adler is celebrating.

As Adler lets out a roar to a jeering crowd, both Crescent City Kid and Theodore Cain stop whta they’re doing and both nod at one another. CCK goes with a running dropkick that sends Adler stumbling back to the ropes, followed by The Smash Surfer Theodore Cain RUNNING him down with a big clothesline that sends him over the top rope!

DDK:
The rest of Gulf Coast Connection just avenged their friend! We’re down to eight and… OOOH! Big Double Clothesline by Roosevelt Owens! 

Lance:
Heavy Artillery have become such a good team this last year. Look at em go!

Jack Mace continues exchanging blows in one corner, getting into a chop fight with Hoffman that gets the crowd going! Meanwhile, Nathaniel Eye tries pressing a foot on Ryan Batts in the corner, trying to get him over, but when he finally has him, Batts grabs the leg while in between the ropes! Now Eye screams out in pain!

DDK
Leg Lock in between the ropes by Batts! And he went through the middle so if somebody comes along and knocks him out, he’s not eliminated!

Batts has the sucker cinched in until Nathaniel Eye manages to get a free hand and slam it repeatedly on The Scrappy Wrestle-Lad’s grip, making him let go! While Eye tends to his right leg, Roosevelt Owens and Bobby Horrigan continue to put the boots to Crescent City Kid and Theodore Cain. They continued kicking away at them until they see Mace and Reinhardt distracted. Both big men nod… a running hip attack by Bobby followed by a HUGE splash from Big Rose! Both men then grab Reinhardt Hoffman and then PITCH him over the top rope! 

DDK:
There goes another one! Heavy Artillery looking pretty impressive so far!

Lance:
Oh! And here comes the Gulf Coast Connection again! They aren’t backing down from the Bullies of BRAZEN!

Mace goes over and tries to pitch Nathaniel Eye over the ropes and the crowd gasps, but the athletic pretty boy lands on his feet on the ring apron. Mace tries to charge at him only to get a quick forearm to the face, then he climbs back inside and hits a big spear on Mace!

DDK:
What a takedown by Eye on Mace! Two former BRAZEN Champions going at it!

The crowd cheers on Theodore Cain as he swings for the fences! Right hand on Horrigan! Right hand on Rosey! Right hand on Horrigan! Right hand on Rosey! He lets out a roar when he rushes at Horrigan and smacks into him with a big Shoulder Block! He tries again, but walks into a Georgia Twister from Rosey! After Theodore Cain gets planed by the big Black Hole Slam, he picks up Theodore and both he and Bobby eliminate him as well! 

DDK:
Two members of Heavy Artillery looking great! They took out Hoffman and now Theodore Cain! CCK is all alone!

As Eye tries to get Jack Mace over the ropes, Ryan Batts charges in and looks to save his partner, with some kicks to the leg and then shoves him away! The crowd looks at the partial reuniting of The WrestleFriends… 

Ryan Batts:
WrestleFriends… 

He points at Mace, hoping he’ll finish off their old catch phrase…

Jack Mace:
Gather at this location!

The crowd gives them some cheers from their old days of teaming with their mentor, “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns. 

DDK:
Some old school WrestleFriends antics there… NO! MACE TRIES TO TAKE HIS PARTNER OUT! HE JUST THREW HIM OVER…

But… BATTS HANGS ON! Mace turns around and Batts shrugs at his partner. Mace shrugs and mouths “every man for himself!” Then tries to charge at Batts again, but he saves himself by grabbing the arm!

Lance:
Mace tried to eliminate his former partner and now he’s got him in a submission in the ropes just like he did Nathaniel Eye!

As Mace tries to pry himself free, CCK tries leg kicks to stop both Bobby Horrigan and Roosevelt Owens, who just stand there. The Kid gets more cheers when Bobby gets turned around, then STRUCK with a big thrust kick by Nathaniel Eye! Roosevelt Owens charges at Eye, only to sidestep out of the way so he hits nothing but the corner!

DDK:
It’s breaking down! Nathaniel Eye nods at The Kid… DOUBLE DROPKICK TO HORRIGAN!

He goes through the ropes, but the big man just barely catches himself on the apron… that is until CCK hits another thrust kick to the leg, then Nathaniel Eye hits a running shoulder through the ropes to eliminate Bobby Horrigan!

Lance:
Horrigan is out now! He’s down and out! We’re down to five!

CCK and Eye team up and then try to get Roosevelt Owens over the top rope in a corner. Batts still has Mace in the arm lock in the ropes… until the man called Manpower ROARS and then holds Batts up! He catches him up for a Powerbomb and the wild man grabs his arm, looking to pitch him over the top rope… He tries to Powerbomb Batts, but the Scrappy Wrestle-Lad leaps over and slides behind him. He goes right at Mace with some stiff Round Kicks…

Lance:
We see Batts wearing the kick-pads and utilizing those kicks! My understanding is that Batts has been doing some training the last few months with someone other Burns on that!

Mace winces from the blows, but he fires back with a some stiff Bear Paws! His Vader-like forearms completely rock Batts and then he grabs his former partner and THROWS him overhead with a Release German Suplex! Bantam goes skittering backwards. Mace is back up and looks to finish him for good. 

DDK:
He calls this move the Big Friendly Bomb! The Pumphandle Powerbomb allowed him to defeat Flex Kruger to win the BRAZEN Championship on a prior edition of DEFtv!

He gets him up near the ropes… NO! HEADSCISSORS BY BATTS! AND OUT GOES MACE!

DDK:
Final four in the ring after Batts scores his first elimination by taking out his ex-tag team partner no less!

Batts looks at Mace and salutes him, meanwhile back in the ring, it’s down to Nathaniel Eye coming at Roosevelt Owens in the corner using a big corner forearm. He takes off another set of ropes and rattles the big man with another one, then kneels over for some impromptu tag team work…CCK leaps off Eye’s back and hits a leg lariat on Roosevelt Owens!

DDK:
Owens, a former World Trios Champion, getting rocked by this makeshift team! And there comes Batts, running dropkick in the corner to Owens!

Batts gets up and now all three tries to triple-team the 6’6” and 460-pound monster, but he’s still too big and manages to fight back! He shoves Batts! He shoves Eye!

DDK:
They just woke the sleeping giant!

The Crescent City Kid tries another big move, but gets caught in mid-air off a diving crossbody attempt, then Rosey spins and then HURLS the underdog CCK out of the ring, eliminating the hometown underdog to a LOUD chorus of jeers!

DDK:
Three left! Dex Joy or Tyler Fuse will soon have to contend with this mass of humanity in Roosevelt Owens, Nathaniel Eye, perhaps BRAZEN’s most decorated star, or Oscar Burns’ protege, Ryan Batts!

Both Batts and Eye look up at an angered Roosevelt Owens. Batts gets up first and then goes for the knee with more kicks while Eye rushes and throws rights at the big man. Both men try stereo Irish Whips, but Rosey slams their noggins together first! He chops Batts and he goes down, and then he does the same to Eye!

DDK:
Big Rosey standing tall! With respect to past BRAZEN accomplishments this could be the biggest win in his young career if he pulls this off!

Lance:
He’s got Eye on his shoulders now! Is he thinking a Samoan Drop?

He has him and then tries to dump him over the ropes, but Eye hangs on for dear life. The crowd cheers on the former TAG PARTY II Winner and BRAZEN success story, but Batts comes out of nowhere, not necessarily to save Eye but stop Roosevelt with a dropkick to the knee. He gets up and hits a second, then as Rosey stumbles around, a missile dropkick off the middle rope doubles him over! He leans over the ropes and that’s when Batts sees Eye and the two both nod. They each grab a leg… AND THEN SEND HIM FLYING OVER THE ROPES!

DDK:
Owens is out! We are down to only two left! Can Ryan Batts earn himself a title opportunity or could Nathaniel Eye perhaps put himself on the path to potentially facing his best friend! 

Batts doesn’t waste time as the grabs the taller Eye and tries tossing him, but Eye spins around and THROWS Batts over… 

Lance:
Close, but no! Batts on the ring apron! Eye tries to stop him, but Batts CRACKS him with another kick! Where did he learn those?

DDK:
Not sure, but he’s on the top rope! 

Batts tries to get back up and heads to the top rope while Eye is stunned! He takes flight and CRACKS him in the chest with a huge missile dropkick! Batts kips up back to his feet to the cheers of the crowd as he then runs at the corner, hitting a big back elbow to Eye in the corner. He spins him around, hits another leaping kick and then a release German suplex by the short powerhouse! Batts feeds off the Faithful and lets out a shout to the sky, then charges again at Eye… 

DDK:
Starry Eyed Surprise! Knee to the face by Eye! That’s gotta be all! He just needs to pick Batts up and throw him over!

With Batts probably left seeing stars, Eye shakes out the cobwebs and tries to get up, but takes a few seconds to do so. He grabs the Scrappy Wrestle-Lad and then throws Burns’ protege up and over the top rope… BUT NO! Batts hangs on yet again!

DDK:
Batts won’t go! That’s gotta be the third or fourth time he’s been tossed in the ropes!

Eye tries to push him, but Batts grabs his arm and drags him over… but Eye stays on the ring apron! The fans cheer both men as Batts and Eye trade shots. Elbows for Batts, punches for Eye, but the punches soon win out. He boots him in the gut…

DDK:
Eyes on the Prize! If he hits that Death Valley Driver on the ring apron, that might be it! 

He has Batts on his shoulders… but Batts elbows his way free, then slips behind and KICKS the leg out from under Eye! He then grabs him by the waist...DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE APRON! AND EYE COLLAPSES TO THE OUTSIDE! BATTS BARELY HANGS ON TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!

DING DING DING!

DDK:
Here is your winner… ”BANTAM” RYAN BATTS!

DDK:
Wow! It got close at the end, but Ryan Batts was not going to let this opportunity pass him by! He has challenged for both the FIST and the Southern Heritage Titles in the past, but now? He looks absolutely ready!

Lance:
Batts has been slept on as a potential singles competitor but tonight he overcomes nine other men and he’ll meet the winner of tonight’s Dex Joy and Tyler Fuse match at a later date! 

Batts has his arm raised and pumps his other fist in the air! Nathaniel Eye comes around on the outside and has a look of disappointment, but Batts reaches through the ropes. He offers a fist bump to the former BRAZEN Champion and he does it! The crowd cheers on both competitors and the Scrappy Young Wrestle-Lad stands on the top rope, pointing to the camera right below. 

Ryan Batts:
Dex... Tyler. I know who I am now! Soon... you will, too!

The Scrappy Wrestle-Lad celebrates with the cheering crowd as the scene heads elsewhere. 

YOU CHOOSE AT CONOR'S SCREAMLAND! Only on DEFonDemand! 

The feed cuts from commercial.

Voice:
THE ONE had hopes The Lucky Sevens would beat The Comments Section. It was not meant to be.

There is static on the screen. Eventually, the static makes an X.

Voice:
Max, Mason, THE ONE knows it is not your fault! THE ONE will still support you!

The static X switches to a bunch of plush toys in a box.

Voice:
JESTAL. DANDELION. THE ONE now cheers for you! THE ONE believes the two of you are talented enough to do it! End the reign of Malak Garland once and for all!

 Cut.

The scene begins backstage at a DEFtv backdrop with Jamie Sawyers.

Jamie Sawyers:
Next up, Matt LaCroix will defend his Favored Saints Championship against Trashcan Tim! And then, in the main event the newly crowned Southern Heritage Champion, “The Biggest Boy” Dex Joy will defend his title against this man… Tyler Fuse!

Tyler walks into the picture, The Princess behind him. Tyler is sporting his former tag team attire, other than the brown bandana. He has his full brown tights on, with an orange stripe running through it. He’s also shaved his face and cut his hair, a great difference from the scruffy looking Tyler Fuse from the past six months. In addition, Tyler has a black arm band with the initials CK on it.

DDK:
Both Tyler and Desire are not looking happy.

Lance:
Do they ever?

DDK:
Good point.

Jamie Sawyers:
Tyler, this has to be your biggest match yet. From beating Kerry Kuroyama, a DEFIANCE legend to a SOHER Championship title match! What are-

Tyler cuts him off.

Tyler Fuse:
I don’t have much to say to you, to those in the crowd tonight… to anyone. You’re right though, Jamie. This is my biggest match to date… biggest match in DEFIANCE… biggest match of my career. I can talk in cliches, Jamie. It’s an easy thing to do…

Fuse takes a hard look into the announcer’s face.

Tyler Fuse:
But then I’d just be another one of them. Dexter, how ya feeling, bud? Feeling good? Feeling happy that you took apart some angry Scotsman a few weeks ago? I’m an angry guy too… but I have a composed kind of rage. It’s something totally different. You’re doing great here, Dexter. Climbing those ranks… destroying everyone in your path. I might sound sarcastic but I mean it. That being said, why don’t you ask the new number one contender to the Southern Heritage Championship, Ryan Batts, how he feels about me. Why don’t you ask his previous tag partner, Jack Mace, what’s going on. What’s going on, Jack? Jack shit, eh? Is that because my brother and I once put you down and out of the DEFIANCE tag team division forever?

Fuse takes a deep breath.

Tyler Fuse:
I deliver on my promises. I ended Ryan Batts once. Tonight, Dexter, I send more shockwaves through the system. You crushed Gage Blackwood… and now, I’m going to leave a mark on you that you’ll never forget. Try me. I dare you.

Tyler and The Princess walk off.

Jamie Sawyers:
And to you, Christie Zane!

The camera moves on to Christie Zane in a different part of the Wrestleplex where she is now with her own guest.

Christie Zane:
Hello folks. Quite the interview from the challenger Tyler Fuse. I’m going to be speaking with the new DEFIANCE Wrestling Southern Heritage champion… Dex Joy!!!

The crowd is alive when Dex Joy pops up on screen with the championship wrapped up around his neck.

Dex Joy:
Chris-tay! How the hell are you this evening, lady?

Christie Zane:
Thanks for asking! I’m doing well. So we just heard from Tyler Fuse regarding tonight’s match and we know that the winner of tonight is going to be dealing with “Bantam” Ryan Batts. You already defended that title on UNCUT against Cul successfully. How are you doing right now with such a laundry list of challengers and do you have anything to say about Tyler?

Dex Joy is smiling ear to ear.

Dex Joy:
Oh, Christie you know I do! I’ll say what I said on Uncut in case people didn’t get the memo. As far as this championship goes, lady, I may or may not be here for a long time but Dexy Baby is sure as hell here for a good time! Gage Blackwood left a long list of people that he hurt in the name of keeping this title but the one thing I gotta admire about that bitter bastard was the fact he fought like hell to keep it. After I TRUCKED HIM OVER at Ascension I thought I would at least honor that fight by doing the same!

He waves his hand at Christie.

Dex Joy:
Pally, if I could borrow that microphone for a second that’d be lovely. Thanks!

She hands the microphone over and Dex Joy talks directly into the camera.

Dex Joy:
I want to issue two apologies tonight. The first one is to Ryan Batts. Ryan! Ry-No! Rye Bread! You have been training your ass off to get better, you’ve been beating some big guys on Uncut and then you won a battle royale to fight for this title. That’s awesome. You deserved that win, pally. And then Tyler mentioned your history with him and how he split up your tag team with Jack Mace. So I’m sure that you’ve thought of a million ways that you’re gonna rip his arm or his leg off or twist his angry little self into ways that bones don’t bend! But I’m here to give you a “my bad” in advance right cause when you do get to use that title shot … it’s gonna be against me pally.

More applause erupts from the DEFIANCE Wrestling Faithful.

Dex Joy:
And my next apology is gonna be to you, Tyler Fuse. You and your brother went your separate ways and while he’s turning into a regular belle of the ball lately, you’ve been getting all angry and using that to make your own path. It’s a path that looks pretty good on you, Tyler. You and Kerry burned the damn house down in that match and you should be proud, pally. I know you aren’t into chants of “fight forever” and “this is awesome” and you’re right, pally. This fight won’t be forever and it won’t be “awesome” for you cause you’re gonna learn the same lesson Gage Blackwood learned and the same lesson Cul just learned…

Dex is now raising his championship to show what is on the line.

Dex Joy:
Big Dex Energy doesn’t run out, pally! It only grows and grows and grows until it can’t be contained, then … you get lit the hell up!!!

Christie Zane:
Thank you so much, Dex! Back to ringside!

DDK:
In our next matchup we have two Faithful favorites, Matt LaCroix and Trashcan Tim, going head-to-head! This will be LaCroix’s first defense of the newly minted Favoured Saints championship against a formidable opponent.

Lance:
These guys aren’t strangers either. LaCroix and Trashcan teamed together in the recent past against Black Panda and ADV and, while coming up on the losing end after some cheating from ADV, the two worked well together and seem to share a mutual respect. It’ll be intere…

Lights Out.

The opening guitar notes resonate through the WrestlePlex, causing the Faithful to cheer in anticipation of the newly crowned Favoured Saints Champion. Smoke begins to rise in the staging area, highlighted by red stage lights. A silhouette in a kneeling position appears in the crimson smoke. It rises to its feet.

It begins with them, but it ends… with me.
♫ ”The Dark Sentencer” by Coheed and Cambria ♫

The “HEY!” chant kicks in right as Matt LaCroix steps through the smoke and out into the arena. As the Faithful chant along to the song, DEFIANCE’s First Favoured Saint pulls the hood back on his faded denim vest and holds the Favoured Saints Championship into the air. He takes a deep breath, clearly holding back a smirk before dropping the title onto his shoulder and marching down to the ring.

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing, your NEWWWWWWWWWWW DEFIANCE Favoured Saints Champion! SOUTHERN. STRONG. STYLE. MAAAAAAAAAAAATT LAAAAACROIIIIIIIIIIIX!

Lance:
Well as I was trying to say Darren, it’ll be an interesting clash of styles between these two. I’m excited to see how it might play out!

DDK:
Matt LaCroix is definitely more technically proficient in the ring, both in style and experience, but both of these guys are heavy hitters and we should be in for a fight!

The Orleans Outsider steps through the ropes and into the ring where Darren Quimbey awaits him. He walks past the tenured ring announcer before climbing the turnbuckle. Raising the Favoured Saints Championship above his head, the Faithful cheer in appreciation. Gone is the patch that once covered his ruptured eardrum as he jumps off the ropes and approaches Quimbey square in the middle of the ring. They share a cordial greeting before LaCroix is handed the microphone. “The Dark Sentencer” cuts out, leaving on the chants of the Faithful to be heard.

YOU DE-SERVE IT! Clap Clap Clapclapclap
YOU DE-SERVE IT! Clap Clap Clapclapclap

Matt LaCroix:
How’s it do, New Awlins?

A smile crosses the face of Matt LaCroix as the Faithful roar back in approval of the shoutout.

LaCroix:
Look here. I can’t even begin ta tell ya how much it means ta me ta be tha FIRST Favoured Saints Champion here in DEFIANCE. I could give ya mama an’ them a big ole’ speech about how most of y’all thought I wouldn’ even be alive today not ta mention bringin’ ya home a championship, but we’ve been down that road an’ New Awlins has seen fires an’ hurricanes much bigga and much more destructive than my personal problems. Y’all didn’t have any bidness takin me back but here we are… and I love y’all. Really, I do. Thank you so so much.

YOU DE-SERVE IT! Clap Clap Clapclapclap
YOU DE-SERVE IT! Clap Clap Clapclapclap

Southern Strong Style takes a moment, staring down at the championship to reflect on the situation. He holds a deep breath in his lungs before slowly letting it loose. Matt nods his head and continues on as he looks into his shiny new title.

LaCroix:
Enough about tha past, let’s talk about tha future. I’m not sure if y’all know how this all works so let me give ya a rundown. Ya see, the Favoured Saints Championship is an honor in it’s own right but it’s also a lottery ticket. No. A catapult to tha top of this business. Ya see if a man… or woman, can successfully defend this title four times he or she will be able ta cash it in for a chance at tha DEFIANCE Southern Heritage Championship.

DDK:
That’s true, Lance! Something that’s been lost in the excitement of bringing a new championship to DEFIANCE is that there is a catch to it. Matt LaCroix looks like he has his eyes on a bigger prize already!

Lance:
Calling his shot! I like it!

The man formerly known as Runessensu continues on.

LaCroix:
Y’all I ain’t gunna beat around tha bush. I’m thirty-six years old. I’m here for a good time, but I ain’t here for a long time. While I’m here we’re gunna laissez les bon temps rouler! I’m gunna put this title on tha line every single time I’m able until I get my shot at the Southern Heritage Championship. If there is anyone in tha back who wants a shot at the title you come an’ find me. I ain’t hard ta find. So Tim! Ya wanted a shot at the champ. Come get it!

Matt LaCroix places the Favoured Saints Championship on the mat and takes a step back. Inside the ring Benny Doyle steps forward and picks it up off the canvas. He holds the championship high into the air before the next music hits.

♫ ”Honky Tonk Attitude” by Joe Diffie ♫

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the Favoured Saints Championship! Introducing from Merigold, Mississippi, the challenger,  weighing in at 304 pounds…. TRASHCAN TIIIIIIIIM!

Trashcan Tim immediately comes bounding into view, broad toothless smile on full display. As he makes his way to the ring, he makes every effort to slap every outstretched hand and interacts with the ringside fans the entire way. 

DDK:
How could you not like a big ole’ brusier from Mississippi, Lance? As we mentioned earlier Matt and Tim’s paths have crossed before. They have what I would consider to be a friendly relationship, and I’ve heard Tim was the first person to congratulate our new champion on his victory. 

Lance:
Trashcan Tim hits like a big Mack Truck, Darren! Matt LaCroix can strike heavies with the best of them, but just looking at the two you can see Matt doesn’t have the power Tim’s got. That’s God-given strength! You don’t learn that. 

Tim enters the ring through the middle rope and makes his way to the center of the ring where Benny Doyle shows off the Favoured Saints Championship. Tim earnestly extends his hand, to which LaCroix accepts.

DING! DING!

Immediately after locking up, LaCroix outmaneuvers the larger Trashcan Tim and ankle picks him to the mat where he puts in some work on the legs. Over the course of the next few minutes, this trend continues: LaCroix consistently takes charge and wrestles his way around his larger opponent, setting the pace and maintaining control by keeping Trashcan largely grounded. Every time Trashcan manages to build up some momentum, LaCroix reverses and takes control again. LaCroix spends a lot of time working on Trashcan’s legs, severely limiting his ability to mount any substantial offense. Trashcan seems to be losing steam, his stamina taxed from the aggressive style of LaCroix, but manages to flatten LaCroix with a sidewalk slam that buys him some time.

DDK:
Trashcan Tim finally manages to break the technical clinic being put on by Matt LaCroix with a HUGE sidewalk slam.

Lance:
I think I felt that impact from here, Darren!

In a brief moment of respite after the sidewalk slam, Trashcan pulls himself up in the corner, clearly exhausted, trying to get his bearing. LaCroix is to his feet again and primes himself from across the ring. He charges after Trashcan with a jumping knee, but Trashcan moves out of the way! LaCroix bounces his knee hard off the buckle and staggers backwards out from the corner where Trashcan spins him around by the arm. Trashcan connects with a stiff left jab! Another! Another! Another! LaCroix is on spaghetti legs when Trashcan raises his right arm and rubs his armpit.

DDK:
We’ve seen this before! Matt LaCroix is in for a very bad time!

Lance:
The Orleans Outsider can strike, Darren, don’t get me wrong but there is no way he can compete with the haymakers being dished out by Tim! 

Trashcan grabs LaCroix by the back of the head and pulls his head into his armpit, but LaCroix braces against it and plants a stiff hook to Trashcan’s ribs! LaCroix creates a little distance and deftly spins a full 360 before planting an absolutely vicious rolling elbow to the side of his head! Now Trashcan is on unsteady footing as LaCroix hits the far ropes and charges back with a heavy yakuza kick … Trashcan sidesteps! Trashcan quickly hooks a full nelson, hoists LaCroix up high into the air, and crashes him into a seated position! LaCroix rolls out of reach, buying a few seconds as Trashcan struggles to grab him. Trashcan rolls LaCroix over and covers with a deep leg hook, really putting his weight high up on LaCroix’s chest.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

DDK:
What a tremendous impact on that slam! Trashcan put everything he could on that pin, but still couldn’t keep the champ down.

Lance:
Look at this! Tim’s breathing heavy on the mat and LaCroix is almost back to his feet!

In the ring, Trashcan is spent: he lies on his back, chest heaving, as LaCroix pulls himself up in the ropes. By the time LaCroix makes his way to Trashcan, he’s managed to roll to his stomach and is crawling toward the corner, but LaCroix catches him. He steps on the back of Trashcan’s knees and hooks in the beginning of a Mexican surfboard. He forcefully stomps down with both feet, sending Trashcan’s knees violently into the mat! LaCroix reaches forward and hooks Trashcan in a cross face, wrenching back and contorting Trashcan’s body backward! Benny Doyle slides in front of Trashcan and asks if he wants to give it up, but he refuses, even as LaCroix sinks in the hold deeper.

DDK:
Trashcan Tim is struggling with everything he’s got to get to the ropes! Does he have enough left to get there?

Trashcan pulls himself, inch by agonizing inch, toward the ropes. He reaches his arm out for the bottom rope but comes just short. LaCroix eases up on the hold momentarily to stand back up, putting tremendous pressure back on Trashcan’s knees. He follows up with two more hard stomps! He slaps Trashcan’s ribs twice to get ahold of his arms! Trashcan struggles, but LaCroix’s technique is too good and he’s able to rock Trashcan backward into the stretch, eliminating the possibility of getting to those ropes. LaCroix loops his arm around Trashcan’s neck and bends the big back back in a horrific dragon sleeper!

DDK:
LaCroix has Trashcan locked up in the FTW with absolutely nowhere to go!

Trashcan struggles for a few moments but, ultimately, the pain is too much and emphatically tells Benny Doyle he quits!

DDK:
It’s over! Trashcan Tim nearly made it to the ropes, but the champ cut him off just in time to lock in that submission hold. Matt LaCroix has successfully defended his Favoured Saints championship for the first time!

LaCroix is given the Favoured Saints championship as Trashcan pulls himself to a seated position in the corner. LaCroix raises the title high and The Faithful show their support for the champ. LaCroix looks over to Trashcan Tim, seated in the corner with his head hung low, clearly disappointed over the loss. LaCroix throws the belt over his shoulder and walks toward Trashcan to extend a hand. He helps Trashcan to his feet and steadies him as he stumbles from the weight on his damaged legs. We can’t hear exactly what’s said, but LaCroix seems to give some encouraging words and slaps Trashcan on the chest for emphasis.

After a few more words, Trashcan nods in agreement. LaCroix extends his hand which Trashcan accepts immediately. LaCroix exits the ring, leaving Trashcan Tim in the center of the ring. The Faithful show their support for the big man from Merigold and it seems to boost his spirit. He raises a hand and flashes his toothless grin, albeit with a little less enthusiasm than they’re used to. 

DDK:
Trashcan Tim is obviously upset that his first title opportunity did not go how he undoubtedly hoped it would, but there’s no shame in a loss tonight. Matt LaCroix is a top-shelf competitor.

Lance:
Absolutely right. Trashcan Tim gave it his absolute all out there tonight, but it just wasn’t enough to get the W against the champ. Matt LaCroix started his reign as Favoured Saints champion with a dominant performance tonight and I’m betting we can expect to see that continue.

BRAZEN - Where the next generation CLASH!

Darren Quimbey:
This is the MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is for the SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, being accompanied by Princess Desire… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing two-hundred-ten pounds, TYLER FUUUUUUUUSSSE!

♫ "Machinehead" by Bush ♫

The lights dim and orange spotlights fly around the rampway. Tyler and The Princess emerge at the top of the stage before they methodically march down. Upon arrival, Tyler gets onto the apron facing the hard camera and during the middle-8 of his theme song, Tyler tilts his head back and screams into the rafters before entering through the top and middle rope.

DDK:
Three weeks ago, it was Tyler’s biggest match of his career against Kerry Kuroyama. He won. And now, it’s the biggest match of his career again…

Lance:
Focused. The complete opposite of Conor.

The lights in the arena start to flicker on and off before simulating a blackout. The lights go out. Fans reach out for their cell phones and try to light up the Wrestle Plex. The lights slowly come back in the arena, section by section until on the big screen a cell phone battery display charges … charges … charges … and soon it’s at 1000%. “BIG DEX ENERGY!!!!” is on the screen!

♫ “Go Big or Go Home” by Chuxx Morris ♫

Darren Quimbey:
From Los Angeles California … weighing in at three-hundred-fifty-five pounds … he is the defending Southern Heritage champion … he is “The Biggest Boy” and “Dexy Baby” … DEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXX JOOOOYYYYYYY!!!!

Dex is heading to the ring with some extra pep in his step proudly wearing the championship won by many DEFIANCE Wrestling greats with Dex now looking at putting his name alongside them one day. Dex is in the ring, he takes the championship belt and raises it again for the cheering Faithful and then he gives it to the official. 

DING DING

DDK:
Tyler’s wasting no time here, he goes right after Dex but The Biggest Boy is NOT caught off-guard! He rocks Tyler with a sidewalk slam!

Fuse is up. He tries crushing Joy in the side of the head with a number of strong forearm shots. It’s left after left, knocking the sweat off Dex’s face but, ultimately, not moving him back. Tyler rushes the ropes and attempts a crossbody block… turned into a fallaway slam!

Lance:
Dex has come to play! Video game pun not intended! But after destroying Gage Blackwood, you have to wonder if anyone can handle The Biggest Boy!

Tyler rolls to a knee and slams the mat in frustration. He looks over at Dex, The SOHER gives a nod like it’ll take more than that but he respects the intensity the former tag team champion has brought nonetheless.

DDK:
Tyler races to Joy and ducks the clothesline from The SOHER. Tyler’s off the ropes… he ducks another clothesline, spins Joy around and looks for a DDT… it’s DEADLIFTED into a back body drop by Joy when his head was INCHES from the canvas! My God!

Lance:
Tyler isn’t the heaviest man in the world but wow did Joy ever do that with ease!

DDK:
Tyler, to his credit, is right back on his feet. He leaps across with a forearm smash and it connects! Joy seems phased for the first time in the contest!

So Tyler does it again. Off the ropes… diving forward, flying half-way across the ring and rocking Dex with another! This one makes Joy take a step back. Nodding to himself, Tyler feels like he has something. He goes for a third leaping forearm smash…

DDK:
Tyler is tossed out of the ring by Dex!

Fuse lands at The Princess’ feet. The Game-Changer tries to maintain his composure as he rises, noticing he landed right beside his wife. Tyler smacks his hands, looks at Desire and then runs back into the squared circle.

DDK:
Missile dropkick to Dex’s right knee! That stuns the champion! Tyler does it to the other knee now and this makes its mark, too!

Although Joy is on his feet, he’s wobbly. Tyler cracks Dex hard in the jaw and then knocks him again with a headbutt!

Lance:
This is a smart move by Tyler, I have to admit. He showed some real strategy against Kerry Kuroyama and now against Dex Joy, too. I don’t care how big you are but your knees are a weak point. A headbutt? Sure, it hurts both of you but that’s another weak spot on everyone! I don’t care if you’re one-hundred pounds or four-hundred pounds!

Tyler kicks Joy in the back of the left knee and then tries the right. After a second headbutt, the challenger feels like he has The Biggest Boy reeling for the putdown.

Tyler bounces off the ropes…

DDK:
MASSIVE INSIDE-OUT CLOTHESLINE BY JOY!!

The clothesline isn’t a typical inside-out shot, either. Tyler spins in mid-air at least twice around before crashing to the mat! The Biggest Boy walks over to Fuse and pulls him up…

DDK:
Overhead belly-to-belly suplex by Joy! Tyler goes flying into the turnbuckle!

Similar to his match at Ascension, Joy is a house on fire. He bulldozes Tyler with a shoulder block… then he hurls Fuse across the ENTIRE ring, as Tyler lands in the corner!

DDK:
Dex comes bursting forward… but Tyler drops the ropes on him! It was a desperation move but it worked! Dex falls out of the rin-

Tyler grabs hold of the top rope and slingshots himself over, crashing down on Joy! The impact is hard and it takes The Biggest Boy down!

The Princess strolls by to check on her husband but she keeps her distance when noticing Dex is the first one getting to his feet. Desire’s normal disinterested appearance changes to that of confidence as Joy looks over.

Princess Desire:
Sure you can win this one, dear?

Desire gives a wink at Dex and wanders off.

The Biggest Boy pulls Tyler off the mat but Fuse hits a drop toe hold, which knocks Joy off his feet and into the steel steps! Inside the ring, referee Hector Navarro administers his ten count. He shouts for both men to get back inside.

No one is listening.

The SOHER blocks Tyler’s stiff kick to the face and throws him back. Joy runs at the elder Fuse but, almost as if baiting a bull, Tyler sidesteps and Joy goes into the barricade! The Biggest Boy is barely phased! He absorbs the blow and catches Fuse coming right at him…

DDK:
Powerslam on the bottom of the ramp!

Navarro is livid. He’s about to count “FIVE” but realizes it’s going to be hopeless. Instead, Hector’s seen enough. Known as a referee who’s not afraid to leave the ring, he jumps out and walks over to the two men continuing to throw punches at each other, with Dex clearly starting to gain the advantage.

Hector Navarro:
Bring it back inside, right now! I’m at a count of SIX!

DDK:
Dex HURLS Tyler into the barricade and he comes racing in… no, Tyler ducks and Joy crashes into it!

Whack!

DDK:
A superkick by Tyler stuns The Biggest Boy!

Hector Navarro:
SEVEN! Guys, ENOUGH, get it inside!

Fuse rushes Joy again, looking to throw all his weight into the champion but Joy takes hold of Tyler’s body and steers him right into the barricade!

DDK:
Tyler went shoulder-first into that structure…

Hector Navarro:
EIGHT!

Joy attempts a cannonball but Navarro gets too close!

Hector Navarro:
NI---

As Tyler tries to move away, the challenger bumps into the champion who ultimately loses his footing between the bottom of the rampway and the floor it meets, knocking an inadvertent elbow into the referee!

DDK:
Hector took a shot to the face!

The ref doubles over. Tyler realizes this first and tries for a low blow but Dex Joy blocks it! Enraged, The Biggest Boy takes Tyler by his head and runs him all the way back to the ring, throwing the older Fuse inside.

The Faithful rally behind the newly crowned SOHER as he pulls himself onto the apron via the middle rope. Meanwhile, sensing opportunity, The Princess races to the time keeper’s table, takes hold of the Southern Heritage Championship and slides it into the ring. Desire starts streaming at Tyler to find it in the middle of the canvas!

Princess Desire: [shouting to Tyler Fuse]
GET IT… TYLER, IT’S RIGHT THERE. TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE ITTTTTT!!

DDK:
OH MY GOD… DEX LOOK OUT!!

WHACCCK!!!

As Joy steps into the ring, he’s met with the SOHER to the side of the head! A shock fills the arena!

The Biggest Boy stumbles around, still on his feet. Tyler holds the title in his hands, breathing heavily, eyes wide. It’s almost as if Fuse can’t believe he has the momentum. He looks at Dex, then at the title, then at Dex, then at the title. Tyler bounces off the ropes…

WHACCCK!!!

DDK:
TYLER WITH ANOTHER SHOT TO DEX, SMACKING JOY ACROSS THE HEAD WITH THE BELT!

Joy is still on both feet but is very unsteady. Eventually, Dex falls to a knee. Tyler races into the ropes, going as fast as he can.

WHACCCK!!!!

DDK:
SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!!!

The camera cuts to Navarro, who’s still struggling on the floor before the scene goes back to the ring. Shaking with intensity, Fuse hits the ropes for a fourth time.

WHHHAAAAACK!!!

The Faithful are booing heavily as Tyler sees what’s in front of him.

The Biggest Boy on his back.

Out.

Cold.

DDK:
A FOURTH AND FINAL SHOT HAS PUT DEX JOY OUT!!! I REPEAT… DEX JOY IS OUT!!!

Lance:
Oh my god…

It’s almost as if Fuse doesn’t know what to do. He looks to his left… he looks to his right. Then he discards the championship out of the ring and falls to his knees, hooking both legs for good measure.

DDK:
THERE IS NO REF HERE! TYLER HAS DEX DEAD TO RIGHTS, THROUGH CHEAP SHOTS BUT HE HAS A PI-

Referee Benny Doyle comes racing down the rampway and tension immediately builds in the arena like the unthinkable MIGHT happen.

Because there’s no way Dex Joy kicks out… right?

 

ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

TWO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

DING

 

THREE.

Right.

DDK:
WHAT THE HELL!?!? TYLER FUSE HAS JUST WON THE SOHER!!!!

Lance:
By hook AND crook… TYLER FUSE IS THE SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION!! I can’t believe what I’m saying!!

A pin drop could be heard inside the DEFarena. Tyler rolls off Dex, arms raised in the air. There seems to be confusion on the outside as The Princess takes the SOHER title and slides it back into the ring. Nevertheless, it’s made official… 

Darren Quimbey:
Your winner of this match AND NEWWWWWWWWWW Southern Heritage Champion… TYLER FUUUUUUSE!!!

DDK:
WHAT A BULLSHIT ATTACK BY TYLER! TYLER FUSE IS THE NEW SOHER. TYLER FUSE HAS SHOCKED THE WORLD!! IT TOOK FOUR SHOTS TO KNOCK DEX JOY OUT… FOUR BLOODY SHOTS!!

Lance:
I don’t believe any of this!

Referee Benny Doyle grabs the SOHER off the mat and walks it over to Tyler Fuse, who’s still on his knees in front of the passed out former champion. Fuse screams for Doyle to hand him the title, ripping it out of the ref’s hands before Tyler’s arm could be raised appropriately. Tyler holds the belt, looking down at it… screaming profusely.

Lance:
Tyler saw an opportunity… The Princess slid the championship to him when Dex was still on the outside… and he used it. Tyler used it four insane times!

Fuse continues to shake with intensity, screaming into the gold plated structure. The Faithful can’t make sense of what’s transpired and there’s also continued dialogue at the time keeper’s table. The Princess meets Tyler in the middle of the ring, as Dex Joy slowly rolls his way to a corner, in no condition to process the results, either.

DDK:
This makes me SICK! Dex Joy was ROBBED!!

Tyler looks up at his wife, eyes wide, almost conveying a sense of disbelief himself. Ultimately, however, it starts to set in.

Tyler Fuse: [muttering to himself]
No more… no more… no more…

He tries to gain a vertical base.

Tyler Fuse: [screaming into the rafters]
I AM THE MAJOR PLAYER OF DEFIANCE WREST-

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed there’s been a mistake.

DDK:
WHAT!?

Tyler and The Princess look over to the time keeper’s table, wondering why they would ruin this moment.

Darren Quimbey:
Tyler Fuse has been disqualified from this contest before the pinfall attempt was recorded!

The fans pop at the announcement, knowing where Darren’s going…

DDK:
Disqualified!?

Lance:
Disqualified! That… that makes a lot of sense! I think Hector called for the DQ!!

The camera gets a view of the ring announcer standing beside Hector Navarro. While the referee is holding the back of his head, he seems to be relaying the information to Quimbey!

Darren Quimbey:
As a result, the winner of this match AND STILL the Southern Heritage Champion… “The Biggest Boy” Dex Joy!!!

DDK:
YES! EXACTLY how it should be!

Benny Doyle takes the championship out of Tyler’s hands and relays the belt out of the ring since Dex is in no shape. Tyler and The Princess are dumbfounded… now they are the ones trying to process what’s happened as the fans support the decision!

Tyler Fuse:
WHAT THE FUCK!?

Tyler pushes Benny Doyle as hard as he can.

Tyler Fuse:
WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!? I WON THAT TITLE!

Fuse shoves Doyle again and exits the ring. He walks over to the time keeper’s table and snatches Darren Quimbey by the collar. Tyler shakes with anger.

Tyler Fuse:
What did you say, huh!? I’m not the champion!?

Darren Quimbey:
I- I’m sorry I-

Tyler levels Quimbey with a left hand!

Lance:
This is getting out of control…

Lance:
Getting!? It is!

Tyler moves towards the time keeper and Hector Navarro. Hector looks scared but he doesn’t back down. The referee holds his integrity over anything and won’t budge.

Hector Navarro:
I saw you use the title. I’m sorry Tyler but that’s a disqualification…

Tyler is standing there. At first, it looks like he’s trying to take it in. Tyler looks away, tries a deep breath and then pulls the SOHER from Navarro’s hands. Fuse shoves the ref into the barricade! Shaking his head “no” frequently, Tyler holds the belt he thought he had won and tries to talk himself out of… or into… whatever’s going on in his head.

DDK:
Tyler has absolutely lost it here, folks.

Lance:
And this was the right call. There’s no doubt about it. Initially, we had a lot of confusion but I’m glad this was sorted out appropriately. Everyone came together and made the right call. Like you said, Keebs, if Tyler won it was robbery and thankfully Hector, Benny and others realized what happened.

A replay shows Hector Navarro struggling to get the time keeper’s attention as Doyle slides into the ring and starts the three count. The camera pans over to a confused time keeper hitting the bell once when he sees Navarro trying to call over. It was right before the three.

DDK:
You’re right, Lance. I’m being told the bell DID sound before the three count, too. I’m being told it only rang once, perhaps in the chaos of the situation- well, we have another situation here…

Tyler pushes the nearby cameraman as he walks past The Princess in a huff. Even she looks concerned. Fuse slides the SOHER belt into the ring and pulls back the apron. Finding a sledgehammer underneath, Tyler takes it into the ring.

Medics are checking on Dex Joy. The Biggest Boy seems to be conscious but in concussion protocol. Meanwhile, sledgehammer in one hand, title belt in the other, Tyler walks to the center of the squared circle and looks into the hard camera.

Tyler Fuse:
THIS. IS. MINE.

Then he lays the championship belt out in front of his feet.

DDK:
Tyler, what the hell are you about to do…

Fuse pulls the sledgehammer above his head.

DDK:
Don’t do something stupid…

CRACK.

DDK:
TYLER, NO!

CRACK.

Lance:
What in the… !?

CRACK.

Like a madman possessed, Tyler hammers away on the Southern Heritage Championship with the sledgehammer!

CRACK.

Most of the crowd watches in shock, as The Faithful try to make sense of this horrifying scene and the destruction of one of DEFIANCE Wrestling’s most prestigious championships, being hacked at like some meaningless object!

CRACK.

CRACK.

CRACK.

Tyler continues to pummel the gold plates, breaking it into piece…

CRACK.

After piece.

CRACK.

After piece.

All while Dex Joy is starting to come to, intensity slowly crossing his face as the doctors surround him.

Frothing at the mouth, Tyler has no quit.

CRACKCRACKCRACK.

Fuse stops, only for a moment, before looking into the hard camera as the DEFIANCE logo appears on the bottom right hand corner of the TV screen.

Tyler Fuse:
If I can’t have this…

CRACK.

CRACK.

CRACK.

Tyler Fuse:
…no one can.

THIS.

IS.

DEFIANCE.