DEFIANCE TV 151 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!

DAYMON LEGACY LIVES ON!
OILED HEAD AND CRIMSON LIGHTS YOU GOT ME BABY!
HARVEY IS MY FIST!
CODENAME: GUARDIAN IS OUR SAVIOR
AMES IS A HUSSY!
JAY HARVEY WAS ROBBED!
I PICKED ON MATT LACROIX IN HIGH SCHOOL!
ARTHUR PLEASANT SLEPT ON MY COUCH FOR 3 YEARS
SNACK MY PACK MURIEL
KLEIN B GETTIN ERRYBODY PREGNANT
AW DEAC DEAC MOTHAFUCKAAAA, AW DEAC DEAC GODDAMN
(GODDAMN)
I CAN’T GET THE MENTAL IMAGE OF A DEFIANT CENTIPEDE OUT OF MY HEAD
Giant poster-board of Arthur making out with Muriel Puddings; their tongues are retractable on two pop sickle stick-made sliders.
DEFIANCE: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE
DEFCHAT IS LIT
AMES WILL END YOUR DNA CHAIN!
I AM ONE WITH THE KEYES AND THE KEYES IS WITH ME
SHUT UP, ARTHUR!
MURIEL LOVES THE PORK
GAGE BLACKWOOD IS NOT THE FATHER!!
24K RETURNS BLOCKED THE SUEZ CANAL
I GOT THREEVE WORDS FOR YA: 24K EAT AT WHITE CASTLE
MA'AM, THIS IS A WENDY'S
LINDSAY HARVEY HAS A NICE RING TO IT
BLACKWOOD SHOOTS BLANKS
HENRY KEYES MADE A REAPER COLADA!!
HENRY KEYES CAN RAID MY AIRSHIP ANYDAY
CHECK THE BARRELS
IT'S A PULL NOT A PUSH
JUST QUIT IF YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR TOM MORROW 
WELL... NIGHT ONE ESCALATED QUICKLY
I ACTUALLY FEEL BAD FOR KEN ELLIS
SCOTT DOUGLAS END THE NIGHTMARE
ALL THESE SIGNS ARE IN CAPS WTF
PERFECTION SHAVES MIKEY'S BACK
RICHARDS FEARS DICK
REZIN ISNT PUNK RAWK

Ringside.

DDK:
Welcome everyone to NIGHT TWO of DEFtv 151!

Lance:
What do we have for The Faithful tonight!?

DDK:
Let's go through the card...

CYRUS BATES vs. THE GAME BOY
UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS: FUSE BROS. ONE © vs. PCP (KLEIN & FLEX KRUGER)
SNS vs. THE LUCKY SEVENS

DDK:
And we're bound to have more!

Lance:
Great stuff! Let's get started.

DDK:
So I don’t know about you Lance, but after Night One there are lofty expectations. We have one heck of a Night Two lined up for tonight, but.. That’s a tough act to follow.

Lance:
Here in DEFIANCE, Darren. We’re constantly raising the bar. One of the hardest things about being a competitor here is that you just have to expect to ha...

♫ “Perfect Gentleman” by Helloween♫ 

Perfection walks out on the entrance ramp with his full ring gear on. He is immediately gesturing his hand across his neck while raising a microphone to his lips.

Perfection:
No- NO! Cut the damn music!

Lance:
...Looks like we’re starting just a little early here, folks.

The lights begin to come back on and the music fades out as Perfection starts walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Perfection:
Last DEFtv I gave away an opportunity to succeed! That’s not easy for someone like ’Yours Truly’. I’m not like you losers, I don’t do hand-outs. I cherish my earnings, folks. I don’t spend them whimsically!

DDK:
I’m sure the pinball machine in the 24K suite wasn’t whimsical at all, Perf.

Perfection:
Let me be clear, I certainly don’t hand out change to homeless bums like Trashcan Tim. I don’t give quarters to man-children such as Connor Fuse and I sure as hell don’t give someone that mirrors you Ungratefuls... a chance!

Lance:
Can’t help but insult the Faithful can he? I wish he wouldn’t. Part of me believes Perfection’s better than this.

DDK:
That’s as likely as a flat earth.

Perfection:
I defied my basic principles at the last DEFtv. I gave that someone, O-Face, a chance.

James starts to make his way up the steps. Once at the top he turns around to face the Faithful. Hand on his heart and totally sincere.

Perfection:
And... I was giving you the best match of your lives, Ungratefuls.

DDK:
Are you joking?! That was the best match of the Faithful's lives?!

The Faithful begin to boo as Witherhold turns his back to them and continues his way inside the ring ducking under the top rope. James steps one foot inside and stands up on the inside of the ring with his left leg still on the outside skirt.

Perfection:
But!...... SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

He waits for things to calm a little before pulling his left leg over the middle rope and continuing in the ring. Front and center.

Perfection:
But- somebody decided to get involved. Another someone decided to interfere! And that person I’m going to call out and face tonight!

DDK:
Great. Here we go again.

Perfection:
And no! It’s NOT that person who attacked me- Anime Fuchsia! 

DDK:
It’s Amethysta.

Lance:
I’m not sure Perfection cares, Keebs. Much like the rest of his ilk in 24K.

Perfection:
Also, let me tell you this- I’m amazing at identifying people. It’s true, Ungratefuls! So, when everyone keeps saying- “Oh! It’s Elise! Can’t you tell who attacked you?”, “Oh, James, can’t you tell? It’s the same hair color and cut.”, “She did this same thing before, bruv. Check the tape!”

James waves his free hand.

Perfection:
I don’t need to see her tapes! I can tell you, by my own beautiful blue eyes- that is not Elise Ares! That… thing... was shorter, slower, and not as good looking! They one-hundred percent, WITHOUT A DOUBT, didn’t have the same… peach. If you catch my drift- that I can tell you!

DDK:
How would he know? They had a mask on!

Lance:
Need not explain the logic of Perfection. Apparently he knows who is who by their backsides.

Perfection: 
No, Anime Fuchsia, tonight is not your night.

The crowd sours quickly.

Perfection:
Instead- STOP AND LISTEN YOU SCHLEPROCKS!

Witherhold breathes heavily into the microphone before continuing.

Perfection:
INSTEAD- I will keep my promise!

Lance:
I’m pleasantly surprised by this!

DDK:
I’m sure Perfection will disappoint you.

Perfection:
I will again give an opportunity to the Pop Culture Phenoms to reclaim their pride. In fact, after being insulted, shouted at, distracted, and otherwise… I DEMAND someone come out and show that they’re as much of a man as my brethren and ‘Yours Truly’!

Lance:
Not sure what Perfection is referring to?

Perfection:
YOU obviously had an issue on how I conducted my last match. So why don’t I show YOU it’s not mutually exclusive… THE D!

Lance:
Whoa! I would have expected someone lower ranking in the Pop Culture Phenoms’ rankings but to call out what most consider a figurehead?!

DDK:
It smells…

♫ "Return of the Mack" by Mark Morrison ♫

The lighting package changes immediately as the bass kicks in. The Faithful respond accordingly as The D emerges through the curtain and into the arena. Focused on Perfection in the ring, The D points at the 24K member.

DDK:
Ask and you shall receive!

Lance:
AND THE D IS GOING TO ANSWER THE CALL!

Perfection jaws back at the founding member of the Pop Culture Phenoms, approaching the ropes as his target makes his way down to the ring. The Faithful are hyped. The stage is set for an epic showdown at the very top of the show!

DDK:
This was originally scheduled as a match between Perfection and Klein but… The D won’t miss his opportunity to get his hands on Perfection! I don’t blame him one bit. Especially after the way Perfection decided to treat O-Face in that match. That was disgraceful, Lance. He had the chance to pin her and just let her up.

Lance:
That was one of the most unsportsmanlike affairs we’ve witnessed from Perfection but I don’t think anyone is surprised by it.

DDK:
I think everyone wants revenge tonight here in the Wrestl…

♫  "Grito Mundial" by Daddy Yankee ♫

The music shifts very abruptly, met with a huge roar from the Faithful. With jaw agape, Perfection quickly spins around to try and find Amethysta before she finds him, only to catch a small flash of violet streaking through the sky!

Lance:
AMETHYSTA IS IN THE RING WITH PERFECTION!!!

Her springboard flying superhero punch connects right on the jaw of Perfection, knocking him straight to the canvas. The Faithful are on their feet as The D cautiously approaches the ring during the chaos.

DDK:
AMETHYSTATION! We’re not wasting any time here tonight folks! The Violet Luchadora is just laying into Perfection in the ring!

Amethysta goes to the opposite corner, desperately waiting for Perfection to get back up to his feet to hit him with another high impact move. Outside the ring, The D begins to pick up his steps a little, but the camera catches a figure sprinting behind him in the frame. The Faithful’s demeanor shifts rapidly before…

BANG!

Lance:
Mikey Unlikely has just laid out The D with his FIST case!

DDK:
Where the hell did he come from?!

Lance:
I think he stormed out of the 24K suite!

DDK:
Do they have their own elevator or... ?

Mikey doesn’t even stop to see his own damage, sliding into the ring and smacking Amethysta blindly from behind with the case as Perfection rises to his feet a little weary. Mikey Unlikely lays a few boots into the fallen Violet Luchadora before Perfection walks over to his fellow 24K member and hugs the FIST to a loud and angry WrestlePlex.

DDK:
Ugh. Is this really the time?

Witherhold then joins the FIST to throw boots at Amethystha before sitting her up, spinning her around, and dropping a boot to her back. With one hand he pulls her back by the chin and with the other begins to fight her mask off. She hangs on, kicking her feet and digging into the material with her fingernails.

Lance:
No!

DDK:
Actually, yes! I want to know who it is! I mean, I would like it under different terms but beggars can’t be choosers.

Perfection seeps his fingers under the bottom of the mask and slowly begins to rip it off while looking down at Amethysta’s face. It becomes clear that under the mask is a secondary hard plastic face protector, partially obscuring the identity of his assailant. With one final rip, he gets the first layer off and tosses the mask onto the floor. Amethysta quickly covers her clear protective mask in desperation, trying to hold on to her identity.

Lance:
Wait, is that Elise Ares?

DDK:
I can’t tell, Lance… she has really short dark brown hair, and the last time we saw Elise her hair was quite a bit longer than that. It’s not impossible that she got a haircut but, that’s certainly not the Elise we’d seen before!

Lance:
And what’s with the face guard?

We see Mikey scrambling to get Perfection to focus as he tries to pry Amethysta’s hands off of her face and find out her identity. Suddenly, Unlikely pulls Witherhold to his feet while shouting and pointing to the ramp. It’s for a reason.

DDK:
Scott Douglas is here!

Douglas, charging down the ramp, slides into the ring and Mikey goes to hit him with the briefcase.

Lance:
Douglas ducks!

Perfection turns around and eats a devastating clothesline from Douglas. Sub Pop then turns around at the same time as Unlikely and sends a kick to the gut followed by a clothesline over the top rope. Amethysta takes the opportunity to escape from the ring during the chaos, jumping into the crowd while obscuring her face from as many people as she can. 

DDK:
I think we can both agree that it's complete chaos here in New Orleans!

Lance:
Once word comes to mind- Justice!

Meanwhile, in the ring, Witherhold charges back towards Douglas who grabs him by the tights and tosses James over the top rope onto Unlikely. Mikey barely catches Witherhold as both hit the floor. Douglas then takes the briefcase, looking down at it for just a moment before he throws it over the top rope at them.

DDK:
This place is exploding right now!

Luckily for Mikey, the case lands right onto his chest with a thud and he grabs it like his life depends on holding it against him. Slowly back onto their feet, both 24K members are trying to collect themselves and make distance from the ring, passing by The D as he gets back to his feet.

He stares Scott Douglas confused while "Seatles Favorite Son" invites Mikey Unlikely back into the ring again but the champion simply stops, waves him off, then continues to back pedal away.

DDK:
Suddenly Mikey and Perfection want no part of a fair fight! Funny how that works.

Lance:
It looks like 24K was expecting Amethysta to show up… but they sure as hell weren’t expecting Scott Douglas, and neither was I, Darren! We’re under 10 minutes into the show and we’ve already seen the FIST of DEFIANCE and the number one contender!

While Douglas holds open the middle ropes, the D is wildly yelling at Scott Douglas for answers before we cut back to the desk with our beloved commentary duo .

DDK:
I don't know who’s more confused you, The D, Scott Douglas, you.

Lance:
You said ‘me’ already.

DDK:
Right. Whoever Amethysta is I certainly hope we find out and soon!

NIGHT 1 & 2 LIVE from the LAKEFRONT ARENA on Wednesday, April 28th and Thursday, April 29th!

CARD AS IT STANDS...

MAIN EVENT
FIST of DEFIANCE
Mikey Unlikely © vs. “Sub Pop” Scott Douglas

UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Fuse Bros. One © vs. The Comments Section
*losing team can't tag anymore in DEFIANCE

SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP
Dex Joy © vs. Scrow

Cayle Murray vs. Lindsay Troy

Tornado Tag
Oscar Burns & Scott Stevens vs. Alvaro de Vargas & Jack Mace
*if Burns/Stevens lose their contracts become property of Better Future

♫ "Richard Ramirez" by SKYND ♫

DDK:
DEFIANCE Road introduced this woman officially into DEFIANCE…

Hive steps from behind the curtain. Her attire is black boots, torn blue jeans, with a yellow belt with a jagged S for a belt buckle. She has a Scrow “Turn Back” black t-shirt on, with a denim torn sleeve coat. Her black hair slicked back with it braided on the sides. She has a pair of black oakleys and navy blue lipstick.

DDK:
Hive, we really do not know much about her. Only that she seems to be the one who trains Scrow both in body and mind.

Lance:
That is what makes me wonder about her, is she a part of The Kabal? That band of psychopaths. One would wonder if that is a prerequisite to be a part of such a group.

DDK:
Being crazy you mean? I think that is definitely a requirement on their application.

Hive ignores the attention of The Faithful as she makes her way up the steps and eventually through the ropes. She walks over to the ring crew and motions for a microphone. She takes the stick and walks to the center of the ring, as her theme fades out. She looks out into the Faithful expressionless before moving the stick to her mouth.

Hive:
So this is DEFIANCE.

The Faithful cheer just hearing the name of the company. She lowers the microphone from her mouth just staring out into the Faithful still with that stoic expression.

Hive:
We are not impressed.

Just like that the cheers turn to jeers. This brings a smirk to her face.

Hive:
So DEFCON we will see Dex Joy versus Scrow…{she chuckles under her breath for a minute} Let's be honest that is the real main event of the show, Not Douglas taking on Unlikely, not the glorious Fuse Bros versus The Comments Section.

DDK:
That is not how it works here Hive.

Hive:
We mean come on. Who in this company has more history than Scrow and Dex Joy?

Chants of The Biggest Boy reign throughout the Wrestleplex.

Hive:
You know we did not want to believe it at first, but now standing in this ring we finally see it. Scrow was right...you people really are brainwashed!

Lance:
What is she talking about?

Hive:
You people were trained to like Dex Joy...and for what!? Dex Joy is nothing more than this company's golden boy. He has been so far up management's ass that he has been handed championship after championship.

The jeers reign once more.

Hive:
Boo all you want, it's true and frankly, I can see why Scrow is sick of it. You sit there and cheer a ‘False Hero’ because he kisses babies and slaps your grubby hands. Maybe because he can move in this ring like a lightweight. Yet Scrow is the true golden boy. You people rejected him because he is not like your Biggest Boy. You rejected him because his looks frighten you. You reject him because he has more heart than your Biggest Boy has ever had!

Chants of Biggest Boy echo throughout the arena, Hive is not amused.

Hive:
How many times has your hero gone the distance? Tell us the times he showed any sort of heart, or the undeniable will to not give up? Scrow has been putting on five-star matches! While..[cough] Dex just comes out here and pumps his fist and has quick matches..[cough]

DDK:
Do you need some water Hive? You look like you're struggling a bit.

Hive starts to cough constantly holding her throat. She holds her finger up just trying to catch her breath.

Lance:
Is she mocking Nathaniel Eye?

Hive continues to gasp for air.

DDK:
I think you're right, of all the nerve from this woman.

Hive:
Hey, you give us a bottle of water.

She tells Quimbley. She snatches the water. She takes a few gulps of it.

Hive:
Excuse us…[cough] Now where were we?

She continues to gasp for air.

Hive:
Dex Joy you could never take…[cough]..Scrow to his limits…[cough][cough] In fact, we don’t think you could even keep him down…[cough]

She bends over the top rope trying to catch her breath.

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

Hive suddenly stops coughing as The Faithful jump to their feet! The SOHER quickly steps from behind the curtain.

DDK:
Finally, here comes Dex to put an end to this!

Lance:
The champ clearly is not here to slap hands and pump up this crowd.

Dex steps up the steps as Hive stares at him. He enters the ring. 

Dex Joy:
So … you’re the little birdy that’s whispering little nothing into Scrow’s ear huh? Hive. You’re the one that’s been playing into these little psychotic episodes this guy has being obsessed with me virtually since we both got in the door in DEFIANCE Wrestling … and instead of getting him some damn help, you’ve sent him to get his ass kicked again by me. 

Joy is filled with anything but that particular emotion right now. 

Dex Joy:
If you’re the one pulling the strings, puppetmaster, then let me tell you something right the hell now pally: I am not in a playing mood. I am beyond pissed off! And I am not about to sit here and listen to you take shots at what you did to my best friend, then lady, you are the one that’s really out of your mind!

Hive:
Big talk from someone who has been handed everything since coming here.

She removes her sunglasses and walks up to Dex and stares into his eyes.

Hive:
Just looking into your eyes, Dex, I can see you're not as confident as you act in front of these people. From the looks of it, you are doubting you can really beat Scrow this time. This is not Gage Blackwood, you know this is going to be a fight that…{she snickers} let's be honest you don’t have the capacity in your lungs to endure … 

Dex Joy:
AND I DON’T HAVE THE PATIENCE TO LISTEN TO YOUR BULL-SHIT!

The crowd pops loudly! 

Dex Joy:
You don’t think that I can’t beat Scrow? Well maybe you’re dumber than you clearly dress so let me spell it out for you … I respect Scrow as far as his abilities. The fact that he’s here in DEFIANCE Wrestling alone makes him special. He has been without a shadow of a doubt one of Ya Biggest Boi’s most dangerous opponents. Let me tell you, too, that every match I’ve been with involving him is a battle you feel for days after from just his kicks alone. And when he attacked me two weeks ago he was getting up from everything I was throwing at him! 

Dex is furiously waving the Southern Heritage championship. 

Dex Joy:
I earned everything I’ve gotten in DEFIANCE Wrestling! I was almost four hundred pounds when I started here and Shooter Landell and Gunther Adler tried to fat-shame me right out the door! But right now, Shooter’s off somewhere still trying to get the number of that truck called Dex Joy that tried to run him over and I’ve beaten Adler! I earned the Tag Party tournament win with Nathaniel Eye! I earned the Brazen Tag Team titles! And most importantly I earned the Southern Heritage championship I have now and no one, not even your deluded ass will tell me otherwise lady!

Dex starts to make Hive backtrack. He now has her pinned to a corner, nose to nose. 

Dex Joy:
But I want you to remember that he attacked me after I got dropped on my head by The D with that sick flip piledriver. And I want you to remember that I am not just fighting for me! I’m fighting for my best friend! And now that I’m fighting for both my Southern Heritage championship and for someone that I care about … then the question you should be asking is if he can beat me!

DDK:
I think Dex has had enough of Hive and wants Scrow to come out here right now.

Lance:
Hive has nowhere to go; she is trapped in the corner.

Hive:
Come now Dex, your pure instincts would never allow you to strike a lady.

Hive with an ear-to-ear grin.

DDK:
Dex looks like he is about to snap here.

Lance:
Make an exception here Dex. She clearly needs a lesson in manners.

Just as Dex might do something…

♫ "She’s Gone Away" by NIN♫

Dex quickly looks toward the entrance, Hive is now laughing. The words ‘The Kabal’ appear on the DEFIAtron as Stalker is the first to show at the top of the ramp, as he waits for the other members of The Kabal to slowly form up behind him.

DDK:
Things are about to get messy here for Dex.

Lance:
Stalker leading his group to the ring. Dex is severely outnumbered here.

Orange and Yellow Reaper flank the right side of Jason Reeves, while Rezin and Vacio walk on the left of their crazed leader. Dex looks at Hive laughing at him.

Lance:
Man, this is not looking good for Dex, what I want to know is…. where is Scrow?

Reeves directs The Kabal to the sides of the ring. Dex moves to the center of the ring trapped.

Hive:
Did you think we would not have a plan for you coming out here?

Dex looks back at Hive…

DDK:
She is devious I will give her that.

Lance:
She tried to push Dex’s buttons, and almost hit the right one. Now the concern is gone and this devilish vixen has the Kabal out here to save her.

The members of The Kabal enter the ring and surround Dex. Like a bunch of vultures just waiting to pick at the bones.

Lance:
Dex has nowhere to go!

“Turn Back, Turn Back” echoes throughout the Wrestleplex. Dex looks around, still with a third eye on The Kabal. His attention is quickly taken back to Hive.

Hive:
He is here!

Hive with the rest of The Kabal make a scarecrow pose. Dex looks around at them.

♫ "Diabolical" by Nyxx♫

The lights quickly go out, with a lone faint spotlight on Dex, when they come back on. Hive has disappeared and in her place is the yellow reaper. The music cuts...The Reaper pulls his hood off….

DDK:
SCROW! He was the Yellow Reaper all this time!

Stalker walks to the side of Scrow, who has a sadistic smile painted across his face as he stares at Dex. Dex has a microphone and shares a look at his archrival that almost looks like disappointment. 

Dex Joy:
Of course this would be a trap … because you know as good as you are and as dangerous as you are, Kabal or not … you can’t get it done on your own. 

Scrow looks puzzled. 

Dex Joy:
You know what I’m talking about. You’re just not happy on your own. If it’s not Hive here, it’s Stalker and his little attic-dwelling pallies.

Scrow:
What are you doing?

Dex Joy:
You know I’m right! If you really want to beat me for this Southern Heritage championship …

Scrow:
Don’t…

Scrow is coming undone with Dex still speaking directly to him. 

Dex Joy:
No! If you’re gonna beat my big ass this way then look me in the eyes you son of a bitch!

Scrow:
Stop it!

Dex Joy:
What’s the matter … being Carny Sinclair’s bitch wasn’t enough for you? Remember when you teamed with him against me?

Scrow cringes as he turns his head from Dex.

Scrow:
This is not the same thing.

Dex Joy:
Keep telling yourself that pally, looks like from here you just replaced one bastard for another. I guess a guy like you will never learn, huh?

Scrow stares at Stalker, and attacks him! The Faithful let out a massive cheer as Stalker gets plowed into the mat by his stablemate.

DDK:
Dex got Scrow to turn on The Kabal! He played into Scrow’s paranoia!

Lance:
The Kabal are trying to pull Scrow off Stalker. Their attention has completely been taken off Dex.

Dex exits the ring and backtracks up the ramp with a huge smile on his face, while Scrow yells at Stalker being held back by Orange Reaper and Victor Vacio. Rezin, who is typically lost in what’s going on, seems completely confused as he looks on at the commotion.

Scrow is kicking violently as he yells towards Stalker.

Scrow:
You and Scrow tonight! Scrow will not be made a fool of again!

DDK:
Scrow is challenging Stalker right here tonight!

Lance:
It looks like Stalker is going to accept this, we have an impromptu match for later tonight!

Stalker stares at Scrow.

Stalker:
SCROW!! You want to join the ranks of the ‘FALSE HEROES’ that defy me?!? You crazy fuck! I will destroy you tonight!

DDK:
Dex still lives inside Scrow’s head after over a year. He knew what button to press just to get out of the jam he was in. The Carny Sinclair button! Could The Kabal be cracking?

Stalker stands in the center of the ring, flanked by Vacio, Orange Reaper, and Rezin. Scrow stares at stablemates as if they are the enemy and perhaps in his mind, they are. The scene goes back to the announce team.

DDK:
About twenty minutes ago, Perfection and The D had an impromptu nothing of a match. During that contest, we had both the FIST and the Number 1 Contender, as well as a Amethysta sighting. Well, it appears that Klein and Flex were unavailable, and we’re going to see right now why they were not able to join in this evening’s… festivities.

Lance:
Yes, it appears that Klein, after being helped by Mushi a few weeks ago get a tasty treat, has challenged the God Beast to feats of strength. 

DDK:
Introducing first… the bench press challenge.

There’s our usual DEF transition to a pre-tape, where we’re inside the Wrestle-Plex’s training room. Klein, wearing a box, is rolling his shoulders, getting them loose as he’s cheered on with words of encouragement by Flex Kruger and O-Face.

Flex Kruger:
Alright Klein. You got this. Because you’ve been taught by the best!

Flex, well, flexes. O-Face narrows her eyes and blinks.

O-Face:
Then why don’t you just bench press and beat both Mushi and Klein?

Flex looks at O-Face and pats her on the head twice.

Flex Kruger:
There there. Shut up.

Klein has his serious face drawn on, as he looks over to Mushi, being prepped by Eddie Dante.

Eddie Dante:
That’s right, big guy, you’ve been killing these weights, stronger, more explosive power, that’s gonna be what we need. Pushing harder and with more… hmmm, is that young Klein I see over there? Let’s go pay him a visit.

Mushigihara:
OSU.

The duo casually saunter over to the merry meathead trio, their faces clearly showing no hostility.

Klein steps forward and extends a hand, with another outstretched to an empty bench press. He nods toward Mushi, who smiles and graciously accepts the offered handshake with a slight bow.

Eddie Dante:
We overheard you talking about having a little bench press contest with Mushigihara over here, and I think he’d be more than happy to have a friendly competition for once, so what do you say? NFL-style? 225 pounds, as many as you can do? How about it?

As Klein is mulling it over with Krueger egging him on, the God-Beast has wasted no time, setting plates up on the nearest barbell and making sure they are locked in super tight.

Klein turns to Eddie Dante, who is all sorts of piss and vinegar. 

Eddie Dante:
Just a warning; the God-Beast regularly trains with the Japanese Olympic weightlifting team and Paralympic powerlifting team, so he’s, ah… mighty strong.

“OSU!”

Taking that as a cue, Eddie rushes to the head of the bench to spot, as Mushigihara rips out reps. We fade into a nice montage, as Mushi does an easy first twenty reps, followed up by another round of ten that becomes increasingly harder. A deep breath later, and he pushes out another three, with a fourth one becoming more difficult… and finally racking the bar after that. The God-Beast rises to a sitting position, stretching his arms and chest to cool down.

Eddie Dante:
34 reps of 225 pounds. Can you top that?

Flex finishes massaging Klein’s shoulders. He slaps him once on the back, as Klein takes his position.

Another montage, much like the last. Klein starts off hot, doing ten reps without much concern. The next ten start to slow, extra winces with each thrust upward from Klein. Klein gets another five reps in before he really starts to slow. Gritting in pain, almost screaming, Klein gets three more reps out, before the fourth one causes the bar to stay on his chest. Unable to lift, Flex starts to help, but even Mushi comes to his aid and quickly lays the bar up, Klein’s set done at 28.

Eddie Dante:
28 at 225, impressive. Is… Is he okay?

Klein sits up, clutching his ribs and wincing in pain. Mushi tilts his head to the side and helps Klein to his feet, as Flex skuttles underneath Klein’s arm to hold him up like a crutch. 

Flex Kruger:
I got this.

Flex nods to Mushi, who nods back to both Klein and Flex. Before Flex can drag Klein to medical, Klein extends his hand to Mushi, a sign to show that Mushi, tonight, was the strongest.

Mushi accepts the handshake, as Klein and Flex wander off. Mushi turns to Dante, and just lets out one last word.

Mushigihara:
OSU.

Back to the booth, where Lance shuffles some papers.

DDK:
So while the D battled Perfection earlier, you can see why. Klein was being tended to by our medical division, and it looks like Flex and O-Face were the ones to help 

Lance:
That being said… up next, we have the Snowflake vs. Conor’s Monster. I’m, kind of giddy Keebs.

DDK:
Lance! We’re supposed to be impartial...

DDK:
We’ve got a very interesting contest coming up.

Lance:
I hear ya, Keebs. It’s going to be Cyrus Bates vs. Conor Fuse’s ultimate henchman… THE GAME BOY!

DDK:
We’ve only seen Game Boy in action a few times. Once on an UNCUT and then teaming with Conor against Pat Cassidy and Trashcan Tim on pay-per-view. Both were impressive showings but this will be TGB’s DEFtv debut!

To the ring and Darren Quimbey.

Darren Quimbey:
I have been given specific instructions from the man known as The Power-Up King NOT to include that this match is for ONE FALL…

ONE FALL!

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing first, from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at three-hundred-forty pounds of ULTIMATE muscle… he is The Halo From Hell, The NPC Nightmare, The MINI Boss… THE GAME BOY!!!

♫ "Tetris Music A" for the Game Boy System ♫

The Game Boy marches out with Conor Fuse by his side, TGB with one of the UNIFIED Tag Team Championships and Conor with two. Game Boy wears a black, orange and beige polka dot-looking singlet and his NES luchador mask. Conor sports blue Adidas track pants and a Fuse Bros. branded t-shirt. The Gamers cheer with !RANK chants as the duo journey to ringside with Conor “leading the way” as if Game Boy was unable to figure it out for himself, since, after all, this is TGB’s DEFtv debut match. Meanwhile, a DEFCON graphic shows Fuse Bros. vs. Comments Section booked for April 28th.

DDK:
Yes, in a few short weeks, we’ll see the rematch where the losers can no longer tag in DEFIANCE… forever!

Lance:
DEFCON is getting a lot of SERIOUS stipulations. Oscar Burns and Scott Stevens, this whole Mikey-Douglas deal… it’s wild!

Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent, from Forth Worth, Texas, weighing in at two-hundred-forty pounds… CYRUS BATES!

♫ “Savage” by Megan Thee Stallion ♫

Bates emerges from the back with Malak Garland, who’s in the same wheelchair as two weeks ago.

DDK:
You know what, this is a big showcase match for BOTH men. Clearly, Bates is overshadowed by Malak Garland and The Game Boy, well, we already mentioned it’s his DEFtv debut.

Lance:
It really IS a big match for Cyrus. We know alllll about Malak Garland and we are really getting to know Teresa Ames, too. Bates is the man of mystery. We’ve seen him here and there on UNCUTS but this should be a good contest nonetheless. Make your mark, Cyrus.

DDK:
Bates did lose in quick fashion to Gage Blackwood on DEFtv 150. Let’s see if he can get it together here. He’s giving UP one-hundred pounds to his opponent. However, to my knowledge, The Game Boy is still considered a green ring performer, despite the hulking appearance.

By now, Bates is in the squared circle. Malak has parked himself on Bates’ side of the ring and Conor rests on the apron across the way.

DING DING

Cyrus Bates waits in his corner as The Game Boy emerges from his.

DDK:
Bates hasn’t moved yet.

Warner’s words ring true as The Game Boy stands in the middle of the canvas, emotionless and yet almost asking Cyrus Bates to meet him there. Bates does not. Instead, The Bellicose Brawler quivers in fear within his own corner and Malak Garland wheels himself around on the outside.

Malak Garland:
Go get him, tiger.

DDK:
Easy for Malak to say. I think he’d be doing the same thing Cyrus is!

Lance:
Same thing? Malak would’ve already left the arena!

Conor shouts across to Malak.

Conor Fuse:
Your Player Two is a pussy-ass bitch!

Garland fumes at the comment. Bates looks over to Conor too but nods his head in agreement as he continues to shake from fear. The Game Boy, meanwhile, still hasn’t moved a muscle.

Conor begins shouting the actual Nintendo Game Boy startup “DING” numerous times before The Faithful catch on.

DING! DING! DING!

Fuse giggles.

DDK:
Well… are we going to see any action here or what?

Lance:
Game Boy might have to go get him.

DDK:
Referee Mark Shields is useless, as always. He’s looking into the crowd and scoping out females. We might be here all night.

Mercifully, The Game Boy BURSTS forward and crushes Cyrus Bates with a stinger splash! Spit flies from Bates’ mouth as The Faithful shout “DING!” upon impact.

Game Boy hip tosses Bates to the middle of the canvas.

DING!

The hulking henchman comes in with an elbow drop.

DING!

Then he ragdolls Bates into the turnbuckle with an Irish whip. Upon impact, you guessed it…

DING!

Bates stumbles out. The Game Boy hits the ropes. HUGE inside-out clothesline!

DING!

Lance:
So much for being green!!

DDK:
Conor Fuse is having a field day in his corner… and Malak’s working on another breakdown!

Lance:
Bates is not Malak Garland, either. Cyrus Bates has proven during his UNIFIED Tag Team Title run he can wrestle. This is an incredible beating to watch right now!

DDK:
The Game Boy scoop slams Cyrus Bates to the center of the ring… he bounces off the ropes… MASSIVE SPLASH! Hook of the leg and Mark Shields surprisingly slides into position.

ONE.

TWO.

KICKOUT!

Immediate concern swoops over Cyrus’ face as if saying “oh shit, I should’ve stayed down”. The man in the NES controller mask, with the popping veins methodically lifts The Bellicose Brawler off the mat.

DDK:
Belly-to-belly suplex! The Game Boy holds on… another one! Game Boy STILL holds on… flips Bates across his shoulder and a RING SHAKING POWERSLAM!

DING!

Malak’s crying on the outside as The Halo From Hell drags Bates to his feet. Game Boy pushes Bates into a corner and stands in front of him.

DDK:
What’s Game Boy doing?

Lance:
I think he’s bating Bates to hit him! See what I did there?

DDK:
Yes I did and yes, I think you’re right.

Bates’ legs continue to tremble as he stops covering up and catches on. The former tag champion looks at his partner in his wheelchair. Malak’s eyes shoot darts as if saying “man up, bitch”.

DDK:
Yeah okay, Malak. Like you manned-up against The Fuse Bros. on DEFtv 149, huh?

Lance:
Keebs, Malak is the epitome of a loser on his soapbox but not following the rules himself.

Bates is crying but ultimately nods and launches a hard knife-edge chop into The Game Boy’s chest.

It doesn’t harm The Mini Boss.

Another stiff-as-shit knife-edge chop.

Nothing.

Cyrus Bates:
I dunno, I dunno what to do Mal-

SMACK!

DING!

DDK:
The Game Boy DRILLS Bates across the chest with a chop of his own!

SMACK!

DING!

DDK:
This one sends Cyrus flying out of the ring!

Bates is on all fours and looks to his teammate once more. Tears continue to roll down his face. The Bellicose Brawler’s hands and legs wobble underneath him. He’s an absolute trainwreck. Malak shakes his head and points to the ring.

Malak Garland:
Get back in there!

Bates agrees and slides in-

DING!

DDK:
Swift boot to the head by Game Boy!

Game Boy positions Bates for a powerbomb and then connects with a sitdown one.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Darren Quimbey:
The winner of this match… THE GAME BOY!

♫ "Tetris Music A" for the Game Boy System ♫

Conor Fuse claps a literal round of applause for his BADASS BOT as he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring. The Game Boy rises and Conor tussles The Mini Boss’ head. On the outside, Malak’s face gets angrier and angrier. Mark Shields hands Game Boy one of the UNIFIED Tag Team Championships and Conor the other two. They pose as Bates slowly rolls out of the ring, destroyed on the inside and out.

DDK:
Let me tell you something, Lance. If Garland and Bates show up like this come DEFCON, they’re gonna get buried. Like, six feet under kinda buried.

Lance:
Oh ya.

DDK:
That was a poor showing from Cyrus. Unbelievably pathetic. He’s better than that. Malak? Doubtful but his partner is 6’4”, 240 for Christ sake!

Game Boy and Conor exit the ring to a !RANK and DING! reaction while Malak Garland stirs in his wheelchair beside his fallen partner.

DDK:
We’ll be back after this!

BRAZEN - Where the next generation CLASH!

DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to throw it backstage where I’m told Christie Zane is ready for a word with The Saturday Night Specials. Christie? 

We cut backstage in front of the DEFIANCE banner, where Christie Zane stands with Brock Newbludd and Pat Cassidy - both looking extremely pissed off.

Christie Zane:
Gentlemen, tonight in our main event you square off with The Lucky Sevens. You picked up a victory over The Sevens at DEFtv 149 and they attacked after your title match at 150. This rivalry between you seems to be getting extra personal.

Cassidy motions for the mic, and Christie obliges. As Cassidy speaks, Brock looks off camera, shifting from side-to-side and appearing restless.

Pat Cassidy:
Personal, Christie? My father made sure to teach me three lessons in life: you never mess with a man’s family, you never mess with a man’s money… and you never mess with a man’s bartender. 

The crowd laughs but Cassidy doesn’t. Instead, he looks into the camera stone cold serious. 

Pat Cassidy:
Max and Mason Luck - we know your lumbering goofy asses took out Davey LaRue two weeks ago. I know that Tom Morrow blowing smoke up your ass has really made you bold, boys, but I’m afraid you’ve crossed a line this time. Tonight, I’ve made a promise to ol’ Davey Boy that these rights get a little extra mustard on them just for him.

Cassidy holds up his right fist and gives it a quick kiss as he passes the mic over to Newbludd.

Brock Newbludd:
Tom Morrow...Ken Ellis...Lucky Sevens...honestly, I don’t give a shit. Cass is right, you crossed the line, amigos. You just didn’t hurt one of our employees, you hurt one of our friends. Not in a stand-up fight, not looking him in the eye. You did it in the dark. Ya did it like a bunch of greasy goddamn snakes. And now boys, you’re gonna be paying a hefty fuckin’ fee for it.

Newbludd clenches his jaw in anger and shakes his head in disgust. Taking a deep breath, he looks into the camera, his crystal blue eyes wide with intensity.

Brock Newbludd:
And we ain’t doin’ this shit in the dark! We’re doing it underneath the brightest lights in all of New Orleans! The main event! It’s closing time for The Lucky Sevens, Christie. Now, you’re gonna see how The Saturday Night Specials REALLY take care of business!

With that, the fired up Brock flips the microphone to Christie.

Christie Zane:
And what about Uriel Cortez and Minute? We saw them come to your aid at 150, and they certainly have a score to settle with Morrow and The Lucky Sevens. Should we expect to see them tonight?

Brock Newbludd:
Uriel and Minute are big boys, Christie, and they can do as they please. I do know that Cass and I appreciate the help last week, and if they happen to decide to settle their score with Tom Morrow while he’s ringside for our match… well, that’s out of our hands, isn’t it?

Newbludd flashes the first thing close to a smile all night, and then he roughly slaps Cassidy in the chest and walks off. Cassidy watches his partner move out of frame with a smile and looks to Christie.

Pat Cassidy:
There’s a man ready to beat some ass, Christie.

With a grin, Cassidy also moves out of frame. Christie Zane turns to the camera.

Christie Zane:
Back to you, Darren.

DDK:
Thanks, Christie!

Lance:
In an interesting turn of events earlier this evening Dex Joy toyed with Scrow to the point it got him to turn on his friend - and leader in The Kabal - Stalker. 

DDK:
Challenging him to a match no less - one would have to wonder what exactly is happening with The Kabal right now.

Camera switches to Quimbey who is indeed in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.

Darren Quimbey:
The following match is scheduled for One Fall… with a 15 minute time limit.... Introducing first….

♫ “This Link Is Dead” by Deftones ♫

Darren Quimbey:
Hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 235 pounds…. He is…… STALKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cracking his knuckles as he steps through the curtains, Jason ‘Stalker’ Reeves has a glaring stare as he walks towards the ring. His personal video package displays on the DEFIAtron - vicious and destructive attacks on many of DEFIANCE’s Heroes. He wears his patent ‘No More False Heroes’ black t-shirt, skull-like design white gloves and white striped black Adidas- like pants.

Lance:
Many wondered the connection between Scrow and The Kabal - the realization that Scrow was always the one behind the yellow eyed mask makes a lot of sense now.

Stalker steps up the steel steps towards the ring, he poses with outstretched arms as the crowd roasts him with a levy of boos. Pulling off his custom t-shirt, he tosses it into the crowd and steps through the ropes, wearing now his wife beater - the hardcore maniac moves away from Quimbey and stares up the ramp.

♫ "Diabolical" by Nyxx♫

The lights turn off. A raven appears on the Defiatron first with a close up of its eye. It blinks a few times and quickly is followed by a collage of moments Scrow has been in the ring. The collage repeats after Scrow’s logo flashes on the screen. Scrow power walks toward the ring. His usual entrance non existent, the only thing is a nagging Hive trying to talk some sense into Scrow.

Darren Quimbey:
His opponent, from the Fields of Torment… he weighs in at one-hundred and ninety-eight pounds… “The Raven’s Eye” SCROW!

Scrow stops midway down the ramp, stares at Stalker in the ring and then back at Hive and points to the back. Hive tries to talk him out of this match, but Scrow demands that she leave. Realizing this is not going to go anywhere she looks to Stalker in the ring and then watching Scrow slide under the bottom rope. She heads to the back, all you can hear from her is…

Hive:
Men.

Stalker gives Scrow a stare down that would shake lesser men - but Scrow is not a ‘lesser’ or even normal type of man. Benny Doyle provides instructions for this normal stipulations rules match up. Seemingly ignoring him, Stalker simply nods forward towards Scrow who is eyeballing him from the other side of the ring.

DING DING DING

The Faithful are unsure who to cheer on in this match up, as the former allies lock up in the center of the ring. As the two men vie for leverage, staring hateful daggers into each other's souls,  Stalker shows his veteranship by stomping Scrow’s foot in a distraction attempt which causes him to falter to one knee. KNEE LIFT! 

DDK:
Vicious hit to the face of Scrow!

Lance:
Stalker has a ton of advantages over his former Kabal follower. Height, weight and not to mention… YEARS of experience!

Lifting Scrow to his knees as The Faithful watches on, Stalker delivers a set of nasty closed fist punches to Scrow’s face, Benny Doyle warns him off which reminds Stalker that he’s not in ‘his rules’. With a look of anger he yanks Scrow’s hair into a tight grip in his hand, his face moving within inches of Scrow’s!

Stalker:
YOU THINK YOU PASSED YOUR EXAM!? YOU FAILED! YOU WILL ALWAYS FAIL!

The screams coming from Jason would frighten even the most hardened individual. Scrow, however, seems vacant in his former master’s screams. Absorbing each blow Stalker gives him in silence. This frustrates the hardcore beast known as Stalker, picking Scrow up, he drags him into the far corner of the ring. Tossing him into the turnbuckles like a rag doll, Stalker looks out to the crowd.

Stalker:
HOPE ‘YOU’ ARE WATCHING!!

DDK:
Yeah - you nut. We are watching.

It’s possible Stalker meant someone like Codename: Guardian in his statement, but nonetheless, his brief moment to call out the white masked hero was enough for Scrow to recover. Stalker charges the corner, Scrow gets both feet up! BOOTS to Stalker’s Face! 

Lance:
Scrow with a bit of life here! Shooting forward, he tumbles towards Stalker - LEG SWEEP!

Stalker’s face hits the mat with a thunderous cheer from The Faithful - not so much for Scrow’s actions but more so due to Stalker’s reaction. Scrow is a bit slow to recover, standing up and following up with a precise leg drop to the back of Stalker’s head! He rolls his former leader over and hooks the leg for a pin!

ONE…

TWO...NO!

A solid kickout from Stalker and Scrow is back to his feet, pulling his opponent up with him. Scrow shoves Jason away from him.

Scrow:
Scrow believed you! Scrow thought you were his friend! Scrow finally realized something he does not need ANYONE!

Stalker not impressed by the trash talk, and the two unload on each other with a violent barrage of punches. Stalker however seems to be getting the worst of it. Scrow’s stiff strikes drive Reeves back. Scrow irish whips Stalker across the ring into the nearby turnbuckle. He charges in and leaps with a back elbow across the jaw. Quickly followed with a donkey kick, into a bulldog!

DDK:
This is not where Stalker wanted to be, not many can go toe to toe with Scrow in the striking department.

Scrow lifts Stalker up driving a european uppercut, back hand, kick to the gut, off the ropes bicycle kick! He flips Stalker over and gets on top of him driving violent crosses to the sides of Stalker’s face. All Stalker is doing is smiling as Scrow nails him over and over. His smile seems to make Scrow quicken his shots just to knock that damn smile off his face. Benny tries to get involved, warning Scrow, it's enough of a distraction for Stalker to dig his fingers into Scrow’s eyes. This causes a screeching from Scrow, as Stalker with a bit of blood from his lip tries to poke Scrow’s eyes out.

DDK:
My God he is trying to blind Scrow here. I never expected these two to show this much hatred for one another.

Lance:
Somewhere in the back Dex must have a huge smile on his face.

Desperately trying to stop Jason from applying anymore pressure he drives his fingers into the mouth of Stalker in a mandible claw! Jason quickly releases his hold!

Lance:
Mandible claw, Scrow digging into his bag of pressure points here.

DDK:
These two are beating the hell out of each other!

Now desperate much like Scrow was Jason tries to find a way to break the mandible claw. Eventually he comes to an eye rake in the already sore eyes of Scrow breaking the hold, forcing Scrow to check his eyes. He turns around and Stalker clobbers him with a lariat!

After that nasty lariat, Stalker picks Scrow up, screaming in his face and hits him with a knee to the gut hooking Scrow for the Evenflow - the Faithful boo loudly as Stalker mocks Scrow’s Scarecrow pose!

Lance:
Stalker displaying a bit of mockery towards Scrow’s pose and The Faithful are letting him have it with their growing reactions to The Kabal leader.

DDK:
It’s definitely loud in here Lance. And Scrow looks to be in Stalker’s complete con… WHOA! Scrow with a LOW BLOW!! Completely out of Benny Doyle’s eye sight!

Scrow upper cuts Stalker backwards, causing him to spill backwards into the ropes! He bounces forward stumbling and about to fall but… RAVEN’S CALL!!

Lance:
Scrow with that beautiful finisher and he quickly hooks the legs of Stalker!!

ONE….

TWO…..

THREE…!!

♫ "Diabolical" by Nyxx♫

-but the theme is quickly cut off

The Faithful let out a semi-pop for Stalker’s loss - not necessarily for who won. As the camera pans out the crowds jeers and boos grow louder as The Kabal slowly form at the top of the ramp. Orange Reaper is leading the way with a black kendo stick in his hands, while Vacio and Rezin follow suit. 

Lance:
This doesn’t look good for Scrow - Stalker is in a daze from Scrow’s winning move but, he’s managed to get himself on his own feet. OH NO! Orange Reaper slides into the ring with that Kendo stick we’ve seen used before by Stalker and his Kabal!

Scrow turns - THWACK! A Kendo Stick shot to the face of Scrow sends him flying hard to the mat! Orange Reaper helps Stalker up to the jeers of the crowd and hands his leader the stick of beatdowns. Scrow tries to crawl away but Stalker remains vicious in his attack, lurching forward to smach Scrow’s head in.

CRACK! CRACK!

DDK:
OH MY Scrow is knocked out from those two hits! The stick didn’t even bend what is that thing made of? JEEZ!

Stalker: [screaming]
GET HIM UP!!

Stalker stands over a beaten Scrow in the center of the ring, like the leader he is, his directions are instantly followed by Victor Vacio and Orange Reaper. Rezin is nervously striking his zippo as he watches on.

Rezin:
Yo Stalk! Can’t we just get along man? I didn’t sign up for this.

Rezin’s interjections seem to fall on deaf ears as Stalker is vicious in his third strike of the night with black kendo stick he used to knock Scrow out after losing to the #1 SoHeR contender. The former Yellow Reaper, looks like dead weight in the clutches of Orange Reaper and Victor Vacio, Stalker moves forward with a mic now in his hand. Produced seemingly out of thin air.

Stalker:
How did you think this was going to end you nut job? Did you really… REALLY think.

Stalker slaps Scrow across the face to stir him up.

Stalker:
That I would just let you walk away from this night free and clear? Do you remember who I am? THIS IS STALKER’S WORLD - YOU FREAK!

A harder slap seems to make Scrow wake up a bit, a testament to the man’s Iron Will.

Stalker:
You see - Scrow it’s times like these when mistakes. Such as the one you made earlier… Those are the mistakes that keep you up at night. Clutching yourself in a cold sweat, begging for forgiveness.. Or understanding. Because for you Scrow… after you felt the need… to challenge me and BEAT ME! That will be your biggest regret…. And your biggest MISTAKE.

Victor Vacio nods towards his leader as he begins to outstretch Scrow’s arm.

Lance:
NO! This.. if they injure Scrow’s arm tonight. He’ll lose his opportunity to contend for the SoHeR!

DDK:
As crazy as Scrow is I would hate to see any man get his arm broken in the ring again. Deacon’s match against Stalker was enough, then they tried to do the same thing to Douglas. 

Stalker lifts the black kendo stick up in the air as Rezin shields his eyes. Orange Reaper holds Scrow steady as Vacio further stretches out Scrow’s arm. 

Stalker:
YOU FAILED YOUR FINAL EXAM - SCROW!!!

A guttural scream emits from Stalker’s mouth as the kendo stick rises high in the air once more, he holds it steady and CRA- wait! A bright light shines down from the rafters glowing once again like the circle of protection that shielded Scott Douglas from The Kabal’s attacks at 150. The Kabal members all stumble away from the almost ring engulfing brightness! Stalker stumbles into one corner while Rezin, Vacio and Orange Reaper all head to the opposite one. 

Lance:
At DEFtv 150 - we saw someone… a ninja like GI Joe. They announced themselves as Codename: Guardian… I think… it’s happening again!

Sure enough like a spark of magic, when the cone of light dissipates from the rafters and the ring is once again fully visible to the blind eye, there is a clothed ‘Guardian’. Dressed in a very similar and distinct style of Codename: Reaper - this White Version brandishes a long white kendo stick in similar form to Stalker’s. 

The combat suited Guardian stands over Scrow guarding him like a protector while he rolls in pain on the mat. It’s possible that the kendo stick, brandished by Stalker, ended up connecting with Scrow’s arm during his attempt to destroy the top draw of DEFIANCE.

Guardian: [voice modified]
I will not let you harm this Hero - stand back you monsters! 

Scrow gets to his feet now in a deranged mindset. Holding his arm in obvious pain and pacing back and forth.

Scrow:
No...Scrow doesn’t believe you! Why are you here? You don’t belong here! You all are against him!

Guardian looks over their shoulder at the pacing Scrow. Before returning their glance at The Kabal.

Scrow:
Psst….You talk funny.

Codename: Guardian’s head is on a swivel as he tries to protect Scrow who seemingly is in his own head once again. Mumbling to himself Scrow looks towards Stalker who gives him a silent nod. Scrow’s face turns into an evil smirk at the dressed Hero Vigilante. Scrow spins Guardian around - YELLOW MIST!!!

Lance:
Stalker has the look of a man who just saw his grand scheme unfold perfectly before his eyes, as this…. Codename: Guardian? Is now caught flat footed by Scrow’s YELLOW MIST!

Stalker charges forward and spears himself into Guardian who hits the mat with a thud and loses his kendo stick. Kicking violently up - Guardian is fighting a struggle that looks to be unsurmountable. 

Rezin:
NOW THIS IS PUNK ROCK! DOUBLE CROSS!!!

The entire Kabal moves forward to surround the now three person brawl as Scrow dives in to lend a hand and keep the ninja like Guardian pinned in place. 

DDK:
You are telling me this… This… was a SET UP?!?!

Lance:
It appears so Keebs!

The Faithful boo loudly as The Kabal pick Codename: Guardian up, but suddenly the boos turn to loud cheers.

Lance:
IT’S DEX JOY!! SCROW’S ARCH ENEMY IS SPRINTING TOWARDS THE RING!!

Sprinting down the ramp way at this sudden turn of events, Dex Joy arrives to help even the odds. Picking up The Guardian’s white kendo stick as he slides into the ring, the first one he gets is Orange Reaper.

THWACK!

DDK:
REAPER DOWN from Joy’s precise strike!

Scrow screams as he lunges at Dex Joy next, but he too is also leveled with a hard kendo stick hit. 

Lance:
Scrow just got LEVELED by that stick as well! Dex Joy looks very proficient with that wooden Kabal destroyer!

Victor Vacio’s attention is caught from the action behind him as he turns to see Dex Joy but he grabs Rezin’s shoulder and steps back from approaching the weapon wielding BIGGEST BOY!

Victor Vacio:
Demasiado grande. Demasiado enojado. Vivir para luchar otro día...

Lance:
Stalker is completely oblivious to any of this as he is attempting to claw at the mask of Guardian. 

DDK:
Vacio and Rezin want no part of Dex Joy especially when our current SoHeR is wielding that stick. A great way to even the odds against these maniacs. 

Victor convinces Rezin to slide under the bottom rope but Stalker’s not so lucky, he pauses his grapple with Guardian to peer over his shoulder, seeing Dex Joy he attempts to crawl towards the ropes but Joy catches him by the ankle!

Lance:
The Kabal is trying to escape but Stalker’s caught by Dex! He’s got him by the ankle and pulls him back away from the ropes!! 

Almost like a rag doll, Dex is able to lift and SLAM Stalker into the mat. The hardcore icon’s back ricochets off the mat as he howls in pain. Rezin slips in at Joy's blindspot and attempts a sneak attack, but Dex twirls around and sends him tumbling over in surprise and fright with a look that says "eff with me and find out!" The crowd pops hard as the wild-eyed Rezin abandons his scheme and hops out of the ring as quickly as he came in.

Rezin:
OH HEY, uhhhh… nevermind! Can't mess up my battle vest! These patches are RARE, ya know?

Stalker is able to claw his way to the ropes and pull himself to the outside. He grabs his previously discarded microphone on the outside.

Stalker:
YOU KNOW WHAT?!?

The crowd jeers.

Stalker:
I’ve just about had enough of your masked intrusions in my affairs!! So - if you are here to protect heroes. I suggest you gather them all up. At DEFtv 152. YOU - Codename: Guardian!

As Stalker points upwards at the ring, his Kabal form a blockade with their now unified look, the whole exchange prior with Scrow a visage, Stalker looks strongly and DEFIANTLY at The Storm Shadow lookalike.

Dex Joy reaches down and helps the masked hero to their feet to a rousing cheer from The Faithful. Handing over the white stick, Codename: Guardian brandishes it while ignoring the yellow mist sprayed all over the front of their mask. Dex Joy also gets ready to defend himself as Guardian 

Stalker:
YOU - the protector can have anyone you want… ANYONE! Because no matter how many heroes you can assemble, I will have just as many Reapers to destroy you all with. I’m done with your games. It ends in two weeks!!! 

Lance:
WOW! What a challenge! Stalker’s Kabal is willing to take on any heroes willing to stand by Codename: Guardian. 

DDK:
Let me see who I can find in my rolodex.

Codename: Guardian and Dex Joy move closer to the ring ropes as The Faithful let out a rousing cheer for the good guys in the ring. 

Guardian: [voice modified]
You think there is only the darkness that is left in DEFIANCE?! I am here to prove you wrong, Stalker. Heroes will join me and we will destroy you - don’t sleep on the heroes in disguise, they are everywhere in DEFIANCE and they will help me avenge Deacon and use our LIGHT to destroy you!

Dex Joy:
And if the White Ranger over here needs a partner then pally … you can call me the Tiger Zord! After that asshole Scrow tried to jump me earlier tonight then I’m not waiting until DEF-CON to get my hands on him! 

Lance:
We have to cut away to commercial folks! I can’t wait to see what happens at the next DEFtv!

Commercial.

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

DDK:
Ladies and gentleman, as you know, being based here in the WrestlePlex we’re able to capture some pretty unique moments around the building between our talent.

Lance:
The original financier of the building installed SOOOO many fun cameras, you guys. Some of them, well, probably super illegal.

DDK:
SO surprising considering that particular gentleman is currently serving SOOOO many years in prison for money laundering.

Lance:
Edward White was a saint, Darren, and you know it. LOVE YOU MISS YOU ED THANK YOU FOR THE COOL BUILDING!

Lance smiles and waves directly at camera.

DDK:
Really trying hard to pop the nobody that will get that reference, a Lance? Moving on… we managed to capture one of those moments just this last week here in the gymnasium. Watch...

We’re in the huge, state of the art gym deep in the heart of the Wrestleplex in New Orleans. As we pan over the huge room full of physical specimens all trying to get stronger or faster or more dangerous in one body abusing way or another. Scattered amongst the treadmills and weight machines we see a few familiar faces, some not so much. As we reach the back wall of the gym, lined with mirrors and racks upon racks of free weights we see him. The same black sweatpant and old stretched out DEF tank he’s always sported when getting stronger.

THUNK.

Bronson Box drops the two kettlebells back on the rack and flexes his sore muscles. The only other place outside of a wrestling ring The Original DEFIANT feels at home is here in this endless field of iron and iron wills all pointed towards the same goal. He looks confidently into the mirrors, not showing an ounce of his years. Suddenly a bit of a shadow falls over the STARMAKER. Without looking away from the mirror, he snorts.

Bronson Box:
And just who’re you supposed to be, aye?

Rick Dickulous:
Just someone who may be able to help.  Seems to me you're going about this shit all wrong - but hey, kudos to you for being an old man who can still lift like that.  I'd love to help you get a little more swoll, as the kids say.

Rick cockily smiles down at Bronson Box as he reaches for a chunky solid steel dumbbell with the number 150 cast into it and lifts it without so much as a flinch, beginning to curl it painfully slow as he watches for Box's reaction.

Having been around far too long in this industry to be impressed, Box turns and squares up to the absolutely mammoth mountain of humanity.. 

Bronson Box:
I lift fer’ goin’, not showin’... fookin’ big bastard, ain’t ye’?

The two time FIST of DEFIANCE eyes the gargantuan man from toe to tits. His bloodshot brown eyes end up settling on the underside of Rick’s massive chin. Absolutely unintimidated despite the almost laughable size disparity.

Bronson Box:
I’ve dropped so many big fookin’ bastards that’ve rolled through this company over the years… tell me, what exactly do you have over any other o’ those taaaaaaaall stacks of meat, aye? What have you done that's so fookin' special you think you have the clout to just walk up to ol' Boxer and ask him the time o' day, boy'o.  Aye?

Rick smiles as he changes hands with a toss of the dumbbell, again curling ever so slowly with his left arm.

Rick Dickulous:
Seems to me that old adage may be true - can't teach an old dog new tricks?  Simmer down there, oldtimer, I'm not looking for a fight here, I'm honestly trying to help...I mean, wouldn't anyone love to be able to say they trained with DEFIANCE's strongest man, eh?

Bronson Box:
I’m sure you would be… lad.  But see, I just ain’t got the time.

Rick sees what he did there. Any levity dropping from the big man’s voice, Rick’s stature changes and he seems to grow even larger right before our eyes. Getting a reaction out of the big man so quickly seems to please The Wargod to no end. Rick, again, sees what he did there and places the dumbbell back on the rack with a thud. 

There’s enough tension in the air now that a few people around the two men are stopping and staring. Whipping out cell phones, getting a pic or a video of the two DEF bulls almost coming to blows. Immediately simmering back down. Rick chuckles and rubs his chin.

Rick Dickulous:
I think you may be mistaken here...I meant YOU would have the pleasure of Working with ME - DEFIANCE's strongest man.  I mean, let's be realistic here…

Rick looks Bronson Box up and down before continuing.

Rick Dickulous:
...I've taken shits bigger than you.

Boxer brushes off the verbal barbs like mosquitoes.

Bronson Box:
I’m gunna’ stop ye’ right there fella… see, I’m going to go ahead and figure you’re a smart enough lad to have caught up on the history of this place and already know just where I stand around here, aye?

The rhetorical question is followed up by more verbal intensity from The Wargod.

Bronson Box:
I’m going to set aside aaaaaaall the evidence I have from real bloody knuckled life experience that biiiiiiig impressive lookin’ bastards like yourself are a DIME a DOZEN in this business. You have soooo much more to prove before you step to me, BOY. And I ain't just talkin’ winnin’ matches and tossin’ bastards around out there in the ring, ye’ big gorilla. Nooooo, lad I’m talkin’ about BEIN’ here. In DEFIANCE… bein’ fookin’ reckless as sin, lad. You seem like a mouthy little twat, but you’re goin’ to have to do SO much better to get my attention.  And if I'm a bettin' man... I'd say you ain't ready for my reeeeeeal attention, boy'o.

Rick winks at Box as he turns to leave, the sly, cocky grin spilling across his face.

Rick Dickulous:
Is that so?  Well then, "Wargod"...

Rick makes finger quotes.

Rick Dickulous:
...challenge accepted.  I know I'll be seeing you around here...and believe me when I tell you I've already done my research.  I just hope when the time comes, you don't break a hip on your way out there to realize how far out of touch YOU'VE become.

Rick walks away with all the confidence of youth as The STARMAKER silently watches him leave, his jaw flexing slightly as he narrows his bloodshot brown eyes. With a thumb across the nose and a dismissive snort Boxer turns back to his own workout.

Lance:
Those two nose to nose drew a crowd in the GYM, Darren. Can you imagine if that dream match got BOOKED? Woof.

DDK:
I hope Dick knows what he’s doing, partner. You've been around long enough to  know Boxer’s reputation is well earned.

Lance:
Yeah, but he’s also been gone for years and all we’ve seen him do is kick around some guys from BRAZEN. I think The Wargod has a little proving to do of his own against a proven DEF property just the caliber of big Dick.

DDK:
Damn good point, as always, partner.

The scene is backstage to the Fuse Bros. One locker room. Conor stands in the center of it with Tyler Fuse sitting beside The Princess on a bench, lacing his boots. The Game Boy stands in the far distance, arms crossed, one of the UNIFIED Tag Team Championship Achievements draped across his shoulder.

Conor, of course, is already dressed and ready to go. He bounces up and down with merciless energy.

Conor Fuse:
C’mon, bro, let’s gooooooooo! This is our dream match, Fuse Bros. vs. P-C-P!

Conor smacks his two UNIFIED Tag Team Achievements, one for each shoulder.

Tyler stops lacing and glances a hole through his brother. He turns to his wife.

Tyler Fuse:
Did you tell him yet or should I?

Princess shakes her head no. Tyler snaps back to Conor.

Tyler Fuse:
Dude, sorry to disappoint you but we’re facing Klein and Flex Kruger… not Elise and The D.

Immediately, Conor drops the smile from his face.

Conor Fuse:
Oh… okay, wow. Okay. The PCP B-Team, huh?

Tyler shrugs and goes back to his left boot.

Tyler Fuse:
I suppose.

ReFUSing to stay down, Conor starts to mentally talk himself into this match being just as big as taking on The Queen of Sports Entertainment Style and a man who’s named after a penis.

Suddenly, in contrast, the B-Team doesn’t seem so bad after all! Conor smiles and giggles to himself. He walks closer to his brother and sister-in-law.

Conor Fuse:
Teehee, so hey, on another note… I was just thinking. Malak used to carry all FIVE titles at the same time! Crazy huh? Can you imagine doing something like that? All FIVE titles at… once? Insanity!

Conor’s mind starts to wander again. It’s then he notices The Princess has one of the five titles on her lap. Conor also eyes Desire’s pregnancy bump.

Conor Fuse:
Sis, with you being, well, you know… unable to do much with that nifty little NPC in development… maybe, ya know, like, maybe it’d be best if you didn’t carry that thing [pointing to the title] around with you. Haha, these belts are a lot heavier than I first thought. I wouldn’t mind being the-

Princess Desire:
Here.

She hands the title over. A surprised Conor Fuse immediately snatches it and flips it over his left shoulder. Player Two decides he should make more small talk.

Conor Fuse: [giggling]
Hey, funny story, true story sis… you tried to kill me in this dream I had once.

The Princess keeps her deadpan look as an act, knowing Conor will likely think she’s serious.

Princess Desire:
What’s to say it wasn’t a dream?

Conor’s playful giggle turns into one of… slight concern. He shuffles away from The Origami Queen and spins around, now standing in front of his Mini Boss, The Game Boy. Conor cautiously reaches out for Game Boy’s UNIFIED title.

Conor Fuse:
Just gonna take this off ya…

Realizing The Halo from Hell isn’t going to put up a fuss, Conor removes the belt from his henchman’s shoulders and places it onto his. The younger Fuse smiles and tussles TGB’s head.

Conor Fuse:
Thanks my little buddy. I love you so much.

Now with four of the UNIFIED Tag Team Championships, Conor’s attention… is on Big Bro.

The elder Fuse is almost finished lacing his boot. Tyler’s championship sits beside him. A mischievous Conor looks him over head-to-toe, as if in deep contemplation/concern.

Conor Fuse:
Hey, Ty, what were you thinking in regards to carrying that championship Achievement along with you? It looks awfully heavy and probably a major hassle to drag around. I mean I already have four… what’s one more gonna do?

Conor’s eyes flicker in the light as Tyler rolls his. Tyler’s not going to put up a fight, either.

Tyler Fuse:
Fine.

Conor Fuse:
Okay, okay, jeez man. Twist my arm why don’t you? I’ll take five.

Tyler hands him the fifth championship as Conor stands there, looking all of them over with a wicked grin.

Conor Fuse:
It’s like I’m Malak Garland, just the gaming version of him-OH MY GOD. Am I Malak Garland!? He’s a terrible person!

Tyler rolls his eyes… again.

Tyler Fuse:
No. He’s slightly more annoying than you.

Conor nods like that makes sense… until he catches on.

Conor Fuse:
Slightly!?

The Green One decides to drop it, realizing it doesn’t matter. Five belts is fun!

Conor Fuse:
This IS fun! Okay, I’m ready to wrestle. Let’s do this, Tyler!

But as Conor opens up the locker room door, his happy demeanor is discarded immediately. Something is in front of him.

The fun is dropped from his voice. In fact, Conor’s dead serious.

Conor Fuse:
What do you want?

The camera pans down to see Malak Garland sitting in his wheelchair by the doorway, looking just as displeased. The Keyboard King eyes all five UNIFIED Tag Team Championships with envy.

Malak Garland:
Those used to be mine, you know?

Garland weakly reaches towards the shinies before withdrawing his hand as if his fingertips were singed by fire.

Malak Garland:
Where do you guys think you’re going? To the ring? To defend those?

Conor nods.

Conor Fuse:
Of course, dumbass.

Malak pauses.

Malak Garland:
We have a deal in place. Remember? Don’t lose.

Garland grasps the wheel frames to his side and begins rolling off.

Malak Garland:
Shinies, oh how I miss you.

The camera pans back to a serious Conor Fuse, staring a hole through his upcoming DEFCON opponent.

Take a look back at the TWO time FIST of DEFIANCE, Oscar Burns time so far in DEF!

DDK:
Earlier tonight we heard from the Saturday Night Specials, Brock Newbludd and Pat Cassidy, about their main event match tonight against The Lucky Sevens represented by the Better Future Talent Agency. 

Lance:
That will be a rematch of the big Number One Contenders match that we had on DEF TV 149! We’ve just heard that we’ll be cutting to the backstage area where we have Tom Morrow and the Lucky Sevens with their thoughts on this rematch. 

No sooner do Keebler and Warner give that introduction when the massive twin brothers of Max and Mason Luck stand backstage with Tom Morrow. 

Tom Morrow:
First off whatever you idiot people heard from those two drunk bastards the Saturday Night Specials need to know this: those two mental midgets are clearly on the sauce right now because we don’t have any idea what they’re talking about! We don’t know who attacked their little bartender and we don’t care. He probably owed the wrong people some money and that’s something the Saturday Night Specials know a thing or two about … Brock I tried to make nice with you and tried to make nice with Pat but you both blew money that didn’t belong to you. Tonight it’s about time that I make sure we beat every last penny out of you two!

Mason Luck shakes his head agreeing with Morrow. 

Mason Luck:
We don’t care about Lash La Roux or Davy La Rue or whoever your little bartender is. We didn’t attack him and we don’t care who did. He isn’t the guy that took money from our pockets … you two did! You say that this match is personal because your little pet swamp rat got a little roughed up. And you know what, boys? You’re right. This is very personal …  

He points right into the screens of those watching at home. 

Mason Luck:
And it was you two who made it this way. That Unified Tag title shot belonged to us and you both know it! You two took money out of our pockets! You two took something my brother and I have been fighting for since before either of you walked into the doors of this company and you think you’re automatically a better team than us? No. You aren’t. You didn’t beat us last time we fought; you two survived by the skin of your teeth with a sorry ass roll up! And when the lights were on bright against the Fuse Bros? You lost! 

Max slaps Mason’s chest and the brothers are all fired up. 

Max Luck:
Tonight it’s different! You aren’t interrupting our air time to goad us into a match. Tonight you’ll have to face us like the men you aren’t. We’ve beaten every other team that DEFIANCE Wrestling has called the best! Ask Team Hoss if you can even find them. You can ask Pop Culture Phenoms when they aren’t busy being 24K’s sloppy seconds after we beat them twice! If your new friends are the Sky High Titans … 

Tom Morrow:
No we aren’t their friends. WE are the Sky High Titans too remember? We beat them for the right to their name and merchandise!

Max Luck chuckles like an idiot. 

Max Luck:
Oh yeah. Ask Uriel Cortez and Minute if we’re serious in the ring and they'd tell you we beat them twice too! I’d say that makes Big Mase and I the Best of the Best! Tonight is payback time and tonight, the luck of the SNS has run the hell out!

Tom Morrow:
Best of the Best! Right here!

Darren Quimbey:
This match is for the UNIFIED Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers… Flex Kruger and Klein, PCP!

♫ "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains ♫

Kruger and Klein make their way to the ring with a decent amount of fanfare. Klein favors his ribs from earlier.

Darren Quimbey:
And their opponents, they are the UNIFIED Tag Team Champions… Tyler and Conor Fuse, “The One and Only” FUSE BROS. OOOOOONNNNNNNNEEE!

♫MEGA MAN X REMIX THEME SONG♫

Tyler and Conor emerge, Conor with all FIVE championship belts somehow across his arms and grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Tyler, of course, is his normal intense self.

DDK:
Should be a good one here. It might not be Elise Ares and The D going for the titles but Klein and Flex are no pushovers.

Lance:
Klein, of course, had that tag title shot with The ToyBox at DEFIANCE Road but was unsuccessful. Earlier tonight he was nursing those ribs though.

The Bros. are in the ring as Tyler will begin for the champions and Flex Kruger for PCP.

DDK:
Our medical staff have cleared Klein for competition however. And now, PCP challenge for the DEFIANCE Tag Team Championships! Oh can you feel the energy in the air Lance?

Lance:
I do. I really do.

DING DING

However…

♫ “ATTENTION ATTENTION” by Shinedown ♫

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

DDK:
Of course.

Lance:
Great…

Malak Garland wheels himself onto the stage with a depressive looking Cyrus Bates by his side.

DDK:
Bates is fresh off that loss earlier in the night to Conor’s Game Boy…

Malak’s body language makes it clear he and Bates aren’t leaving anytime soon. In PCP’s corner, Klein looks on with intense eyes from under his box as Flex leans over and tells him not to worry. Meanwhile, The Bros. roll their eyes.

DDK:
I guess The Comments Section is going to be be having a “front row seat” for this title match.

Lance:
That can’t do well for Malak’s anxiety.

DDK:
Well, yeah. You’re forced to CHEER for the team you hate because you want to get your titles back at DEFCON. Hard spot to be in for anyone… let alone an ultra sensitive guy like Garland.

Tyler walks over to the Fuse Bros. One corner. He leans in towards his brother.

Tyler Fuse:
Want in?

Conor raises an eyebrow.

Conor Fuse:
Seriously? But you’re the first player…

Tyler’s decision is already made and he tags Conor. The fans ERUPT as Conor jumps over the top rope and wastes no time, racing towards Flex Kruger with a slingblade to knock the big man down!

Lance:
Conor and Flex are not strangers to one another. They wrestled on a recent UNCUT. Both men really brought their A Game but it ended as an eventual victory for The Video Game God.

DDK:
Conor’s back to his feet quickly and he kicks away at Flex, moving the PCP member into one of the empty corners. Conor Irish whips Flex across the way but Kruger puts on the breaks and raises an elbow!

Conor goes right into the elbow but at the very last second he flips around Kruger’s arm and pushes off the ropes with a bulldog! The fast and furious Fuse Bro. is into the second rope and performs a running shooting star press! Fuse looks for a cover but Klein is in there to break it up. However, Tyler flies into the ring and clobbers The Box Man after.

Conor pulls Flex to his feet while Tyler and Klein knock each other around. Conor whips Flex to the ropes and Tyler does the same with Klein. Both men latch onto their opponents waists and flip behind them, locking the PCP members arms above their heads and connecting with double snap dragons!

DDK:
I’m told that’s the Double Dragon, a new maneuver Tyler and Conor have worked on collectively! Double snap dragon suplexes!

Tyler kicks Klein out of the ring and goes back to his corner. Conor keeps the HAPPY STOMPS OF DOOM to Kruger, considering his snap dragon suplex was a lot weaker on impact, given Kruger’s size. Conor marches over to Tyler and tags him. Player Two does not leave the ring yet, however, as he lifts Flex’s right arm for Tyler to place a hard kick. Then Player One performs his version of the STOMPS OF DOOM just at a much angrier pace.

The scene switches to Malak Garland on the rampway who is wheeling himself around due to stress. While Garland is likely cheering for The Bros. to retain the belts, eerrr shinies… it doesn’t make it any easier seeing them handle this PCP B Team so well.

Tyler peels Flex off the canvas and looks for his CQC bulldog but Flex pushes him into the buckle! Tyler pops his head off the top pad and spins around, into an inside-out clothesline!

Kruger stumbles backwards and Klein tags his shoulder. Klein marches in, taking Tyler and hooking him into a suplex. Klein whips Fuse to the ropes and then applies a diving back elbow. Tyler wobbles around. Klein hits the ropes and takes Tyler’s head off with a hard clothesline.

DDK:
One small mistake by Tyler and the bigger opponents are making him pay.

Klein Irish whips Player One to the ropes and looks for another clothesline but Tyler ducks it and bounces into the next set. Tyler ducks A SECOND clothesline attempt as The Game-Changer hits the ropes again. This time, Conor reaches out to blind tag Tyler…

And Tyler finds himself in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker until the very last second… where Conor missile dropkicks Klein SQUARE in the BOX!

Klein drops Tyler. The elder Fuse shakes the cobwebs out and joins his brother in double suplexing Klein to the canvas. This cues Kruger to enter the ring but Tyler and Conor hit matching missile dropkicks and then matching superkicks. With Flex stunned, Tyler nods to his brother and tells him to hit the ropes. With all of Tyler’s might, he partially lifts Kruger before Conor shoots across the ropes and the two of them connect with a Magic Killer.

Klein is on his feet but the UNIFIED Tag Team Champions hit a spinebuster and lariat combination to The Box Man!

DDK:
I’ve seen The Fuse Bros. gel but not like this! Every move they do is spot on and together.

Tyler exits the ring as referee Mark Shields asks him if he’s the legal man (no sarcasm; Mark wasn’t sure). Conor, meanwhile, keeps the onslaught going. Rolling thunder splash. Springboard dropkick as Klein was trying to get up. Lionsault. Leg drop. Conor’s a gamer on fire!

The younger Fuse points to the top rope but he’s distracted by Flex getting on the apron before Klein finds a second wind and races up to the top rope, arm dragging Conor to the center of the canvas!

Klein tags Flex.

Kruger annihilates Conor with a big boot! Looking for a tourture rack… Conor breaks free! The younger Fuse bounces off the ropes. Kruger wants a clothesline but Conor rolls through it and pops up with a surprise cutter!

With Flex on the mat, Conor rallies the troops behind him. A !RANK chant grows. Comor screams as he takes hold of the ropes and shakes them profusely.

Conor Fuse:
WEAPON GET!

But instead of smacking Kruger across the chest, Conor races over and smacks Klein! Fuse runs back to Flex, pulls him off the mat and with everything Conor has… positions Kruger onto his shoulders!!

DDK:
Conor is looking for KLEIN’s finisher here… THINK OUTSIDE. The airplane spin into a TKO! Annnnnnd HE HITS IT!! UNREAL!!!! COVER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

BROKE UP BY KLEIN!

Klein snatches Conor by the hair and hurls him into a corner. Tyler Fuse comes in and catches Klein with a stiff left fist! Klein, however, fires back with a right of his own! The two go back and forth, back and forth as Conor shakes things off and flies towards Klein’s leg…

Tyler goes high, Conor goes low, they chop block The Box Man out.

Kruger’s vertical. He crushes Tyler with a twisting elbow but Conor comes up from behind and kicks Flex in the back of his right knee. Kruger lowers his base, Conor wraps his arms around Flex and delivers a reverse DDT.

Tyler recovers and kicks Klein out of the ring before he lifts Flex into a back breaker and holds him…

Conor leaps to the top rope and flips off with a 360 leg drop!

DDK:
Conor hooks both legs!

ONE!

Klein sees what’s going on.

TWO!

Klein tries to get back into the ring but Tyler dropkicks him square in the injured ribs!

THREE!

DING DING DING

♫MEGA MAN X REMIX THEME SONG♫

Darren Quimbey:
The winners of this match and STILL UNIFIED Tag Team Champions… Tyler and Conor Fuse… “The One and Only” FUSE BROS. OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!

Klein falls to his knees as Mark Shields hands The Bros. (well, Conor) all five championship titles. Conor places the belts on the ground because instead of celebrating, the younger Fuse makes an effort to congratulate his opponents. Conor pats Klein on the shoulder and Kruger on the chest. The PCP members eventually recover and exit the ring. Before a true celebration can commence, however…

Malak Garland:
HEY! STOPITOKAYTHISISTOOMUCH!

The Fuse Bros. look on as Malak holds a mic.

Malak Garland:
This is enough; I’ve seen enough!

Once again, the waterworks flow.

Malak Garland:
I can’t wait to have my shiny shinies backNEEDTHEMBACKRIGHTNOWICAN’TTAKETHISANYMORE!!!

Garland is hysterical! He’s shouting into the mic. His body trembles so much he’s about to fall out of his wheelchair. Inside the ring, Tyler asks for a microphone.

Tyler Fuse:
Dude, seriously…

Conor interjects and takes the mic from Tyler. The Power-Up King seems to be in a serious mood.

Conor Fuse:
I can’t handle this nonsense anymore. Stop crying, you’re getting your match and at DEFCON of all places [turns to Tyler] but honestly, bro, I- I can’t do a normal match with this clown.

Tyler smirks.

Tyler Fuse: [off mic]
Me either.

Conor Fuse:
Yeah, we’ve got our tag team careers on the line and all, both teams, Malak. But it can’t be a normal tag match. I want to DAMAGE you and I want to damage you BADLY. I might be The Best Pout Machine but you’re coming for that crown and I don’t like it. So how about this, my little buddy… I am the Ultimate Gamer and you and Cyrus are snowflake little bitches. Hey pal, I’ve been there. I’ve been that weak crybaby. The only way out?

Conor pauses with a smirk.

Conor Fuse:
Is through.

DDK:
What does that mean?

Conor Fuse:
I’ll tell you what that means, Keebs.

Lance:
Oh, good anticipation, Conor.

Conor Fuse:
And you too, Lance! We’re not going hArDcOrE. No need to get too retro or anything but I want a Platforms and Portals Match. What is this type of match, you say? Well, one title you can’t take from me, Malak is that I am The Power-Up King. During our first run through DEFIANCE Tyler and I had a lot of cool power-ups. We’re talking real, intense weapons here. And my brother and I are going to take it upon ourselves to toughen you and your pussy-ass bitch up on the BIGGEST stage in wrestling. Make no mistake, platforms and portals might sound fun to you…

Conor, once again, dawns a sadistic look.

Conor Fuse:
…it’s anything but. Because WHEN we end your tag team careers you’re going to need to be A LOT tougher than you already are to survive a singles campaign without help. Trust me, I know.

Conor hands the mic to his brother but Tyler shrugs as if he’s got nothing else to say. Malak continues to cry profusely at the thought of EVEN MORE STRESS coming up for DEFCON. Cyrus can’t rub Malak’s back right now because he, of course, is crying too.

DDK:
So a Platforms and Portals Match huh? That will be interesting.

Lance:
And to toughen The Comments Section up, huh? I can’t see that happening.

DEFtv goes to commercial as The Bros. watch Malak and Cyrus leave, distraught.

NIGHT 1 & 2 LIVE from the LAKEFRONT ARENA on Wednesday, April 28th and Thursday, April 29th!

CARD AS IT STANDS...

MAIN EVENT
FIST of DEFIANCE
Mikey Unlikely © vs. “Sub Pop” Scott Douglas

UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
PLATFORMS AND PORTALS MATCH
Fuse Bros. One © vs. The Comments Section
*losing team can't tag anymore in DEFIANCE

SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP
Dex Joy © vs. Scrow

Cayle Murray vs. Lindsay Troy

Tornado Tag
Oscar Burns & Scott Stevens vs. Alvaro de Vargas & Jack Mace
*if Burns/Stevens lose their contracts become property of Better Future

DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, for our main event tonight, we’re slated for some big time tag team action.

Lance:
The DEFIANCE tag team division is on fire and these teams are two big reasons why. This should be a barn burner.

DDK:
The main event promises to be intensely personal… on Uncut, The Saturday Night Specials found their bartender and friend Davey LaRue savagely beaten, and they’re convinced it was The Lucky Sevens doing as payback for defeating them on DEFtv 149 weeks ago. Brock Newbludd and Davey LaRue go way back, and I’m betting both Brock and Pat Cassidy are out for blood in this next match.

A wave of intense boos suddenly spreads through the crowd as the camera shifts from the announcers to the entrance way where Tom Morrow stands. Morrow switches on his signature Better Future headset mic and smirks as he addresses The Faithful.

Tom Morrow:
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Better Future Talent Agency gets to right a wrong. Tonight, we get to assume our rightful place at the very top of the DEFIANCE tag team division when my boys pound those wannabe drunks into the dirt. I have no idea who attacked their moronic friend last week, but I know exactly who is walking out tonight the winners. Better Future Talent Agency proudly presents… THE! SKY! HIGH! TITAAAAAAAANNNNNSS!!!

♫  "Let’s Go (The Royal We)" by Run The Jewels ♫ 

There’s an awkward moment where The Faithful seem to want to react positively to the theme out of reflex… and then the boos intensify as Mason & Max Luck emerge on either side of Morrow, both also wearing a pair of condescending smirks. Morrow slaps his boys on the shoulder as the trio begin to confidently stride toward the ring, with both of The Lucky Sevens talking crap to the crowd as they do.

DDK:
It still makes my blood boil to see them dragging the name of The Sky High Titans through the mud like this…

Lance:
Yes, well, I think… OH WAIT!

Lance Warner’s musing is cut short (as is the entrance music) by the appearance of The Saturday Night Specials! Morrow scurries away for safety as Cassidy double sledgehammers Max Luck from behind while Brock Newbludd clips the knee of Mason. The pair of brawlers start doing what they do best: raining right hands down on the big men in the entrance way! The bigger men, caught unaware, throw their hands up to protect themselves.

Lance:
SNS is not waiting for this match to begin!

DDK:
That’s one way to negate the size and power advantage of The Lucks.

With the crowd going bananas for the proprietors of Ballyhoo Brew and the unpredictable melee before them, the four wrestlers brawl down the aisle and the fight spills into the ringside area. Carla Ferrari waves her hands frantically, trying to get the brawl to die down so some order can be brought to the proceedings and this match can actually begin. She doesn’t have much luck. Brock grabs Mason Luck’s head with both hands and goes to slam it into the ring steps, but Mason is able to block at the last second. He fires a few elbows in Brock’s sides, giving Mason a chance to put some distance between them. Meanwhile, Cassidy is successful in driving Max’s head into the turnbuckle post, and the Scrapper from Southie rolls the Luck brother into the ring. With two men in the ring and Brock and Mason taking position in their respective corners, Carla decides to call for the bell!

DING DING!

Cassidy immediately sets his sights on making sure Max can’t get a vertical base, and everytime the big man tries to rise, Cassidy is there to meet him with a pointed elbow to the mush. One elbow. Two. Three. Four. Five. Max keeps coming, and eventually the big man is able to push Cassidy away and try to gain his bearings. Cassidy goes for a right hand, but Max catches it and blocks it, grabbing Pat and tossing him roughly into the nearby corner. Max goes for a big elbow of his own, but Cassidy dodges at the last second and Max’s elbow collides with the turnbuckle. Cassidy quickly makes a tag out to Brock. As Brock enters the ring, Cassidy grabs Max and extends his right arm (the same one that just hit the turnbuckle) out for Brock to connect with a stiff kick!

DDK:
SNS with some quick tag team offense.

Lance:
It’s smart. If The Sevens are standing, they’re dangerous.

Brock Newbludd continues to work the arm of Max Luck, twisting his arm as far back as it can go with a hammerlock. Max tries to reach around to grab at Newbludd, but Brock expertly both works the arm and stays out of the big man’s grasp. Brock puts the cherry on top with a swift kick to the joint, causing Big Money Max to drop down to a single knee. Now actually standing over Luck, Brock forces Max’s extended arm high in the air and applies more pressure. On the apron, Mason growls with rage at this display while Tom Morrow pounds the ring apron in frustration. 

Lance:
You should never, ever doubt Brock Newbludd’s ring awareness. The man has done it all in this sport, and Max Luck is getting a taste of just how smart he can be between those ropes.

Still holding Max’s arm, Brock leaps up and OVER the top rope, dropping the injured arm down sharply across the rope. Max falls to the mat holding his hurting limb while Brock tags Pat Cassidy back in. Brock extends Max’s arm while Cassidy flies off the second turnbuckle with a forearm smash! Crowd pops for babyface teamwork! 

DDK:
Cassidy and Newbludd are tagging in and out, trying to make sure the bigger man never gets his bearings.

At this point, Tom Morrow hops up onto the ringside apron. Before he can really cause any trouble, Pat Cassidy grabs him by the scruff, throwing him ass over teakettle over the top rope and into the ring! Cassidy grabs Morrow by the head and turns to the crowd, teasing a right hand to the manager of The Better Future Talent Agency. He raises an eyebrow to The Faithful as if to ask, “should I?” The Faithful reply in the affirmative, but all this hotdogging allows Max to make the tag to his brother Mason. Brock yells out a warning and just as Cassidy is getting ready to bitch smack Tom Morrow into next Tuesday, Mason is there to meet him with a big boot right across the face!

Lance:
Black Out took his eyes off the prize for a little too long and I think he’s set to pay for it here.

And he’s right. As Morrow scrambles out of the ring for safety, Mascon tosses Cassidy in the corner and chokes him with his boot, stopping just in time for the five count DQ. Cassidy slumps into the corner, but Mason brings him right back up and plants a succession of five stiff elbows right into his head. Cassidy is on dream street as Mason whips him across the ring into the opposite corner. Cassidy collides chest-first into the corner and doesn’t see Mason’s sudden clothesline to the back of his head coming.  Cassidy faceplants to the mat as Mason tags Max back in. Max lifts Cassidy up onto his shoulder, gives Brock Newbludd the finger, and plants The Scrapper from Southie with a BIG running powerslam! Cover!

ONE… TWO…. NO!

Cassidy shoots a desperate shoulder up. Max isn’t done. He lifts Pat Cassidy up for another running powerslam, but this time as he takes a running start, Cassidy is able to slip free, land behind Max, and use his momentum to send Max forward into the turnbuckle. Moving quickly, Cassidy runs and leaps… looking for his signature Splash of Jameson… but at the very last second, Max slips away and Black Out hits nothing but ring post. As Pat slumps in the corner, Max wraps one of his giant hands around Cassidy’s neck in a blatant choke with some extra hatred behind it. Carla Ferrari moves in to admonish the Luck Brother and count him out...

ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… 

Max breaks the choke just before the five. Max gets in Carla’s face, but she isn’t taking his crap, giving it right back to him. The distraction, however, allows for Tom Morrow to grab Cassidy from outside the ring and quickly choke him using the bottom rope! Brock yells for Carla’s attention but as she turns Morrow has already scurried away. 

DDK:
This is exactly where The Saturday Night Specials didn’t want to be. Cassidy is caught in their grasp and they’re going to make him pay.

Max tags Mason back in, as The Sevens appear just to be having fun now. Mason again flips Brock the finger, nearly drawing him in the ring, but Carla stops Newbludd from getting his team DQed and sends him back onto the apron. Cassidy is in a bad way, and as he tries woozly to climb back to a vertical base, he’s met with some absolutely brutal clubbing blows to the back from Mason. Racked with pain, Cassidy desperately reaches out to his partner, but the cruel Mason responds by Biel tossing Cassidy across the ring and closer to the Sky High Titans corner.

Lance:
Cassidy lands with a sickening thud.

Max tagged back in, and he stands over the dazed Cassidy, signaling for his Winning Hand Iron Claw as the crowd showers him with jeers. He grabs Cassidy’s head, lifting him face first for the claw… but Pat is somehow able to catch Max with a sudden drop toehold, sending the larger man face first into the second turnbuckle! Max is stunned and Cassidy begins to crawl himself to the SNS corner! Brock, holding the tag rope, leans out as far as he can as the fans come alive.

SNS!   SNS!   SNS! 

Cassidy begins to crawl on all fours, coming within striking distance to Brock… but suddenly Max grabs one of his legs. Max grabs the smaller man, lifts him to his feet like he was a child, and drops him with big delayed gut wrench suplex! Max covers…

ONE… TWO… THR  - NO! CASSIDY LIVES!

Max again brings Cassidy to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Max grabs Cassidy’s arm, twirling it around as Max climbs to the top rope. Max begins to walk across the top rope while holding Cassidy by the arm, looking for his Walking The Strip… but a sudden shot from Cassidy causes the big man to wobble and fall onto the top rope groin first!! Max falls to the mat in pain as Cassidy stumbles forward with enough momentum to barely graze Brock’s outstretched fingers.

THE PLACE COMES ALIVE!!!

Brock is in and he’s on fire! He flies at Mason Luck, nailing him in the face and sending him tumbling back off the apron. Feeding off the fans, Brock turns his attention to Max Luck… AND POWERS THE BIG MAN UP AND OVER WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! While Mason tries to climb back into the ring, Brock covers!

ONE… TWO… 

Lance:
No! Max powers out.

DDK:
The strength of Brock Newbludd is amazing. He’s in there fighting for his injured friend tonight!

Mason is in the ring now, completely ignoring Carla’s pleas for him to get back out. He grabs Brock by the neck and seems to be prepping for a big chokeslam… but out of nowhere, Pat Cassidy flies in to clip the knee! Mason stumbles long enough for both Saturday Night Specials to take him out of the ring with a double clothesline! With SNS alone in the ring with Max, Brock quickly hooks the big man in the piledriver position and signals for Cassidy to head up top!!

DDK:
SNS looking for The Keg Stand!

Cassidy, still hurting from the beatdown, gingerly climbs to the top rope, looking to come flying off so SNS can hit their signature spike piledriver… but Cassidy doesn’t make it all the way up as his leg is grabbed by Tom Morrow! Cassidy angrily kicks Morrow off and finishes climbing, but that momentary distraction was all Max needed. He back body drops Brock out of the piledriver set up. In a desperate move, Cassidy flies off anyway, looking to take out Max with an axehandle… but Max catches Black Out with a grip around his head and DROPS him with the Winning Hand Slam!! 

Suddenly, there’s a pop from the crowd…

DDK:
It’s Uriel Cortez and Minute! 

Lance:
They’re heading for Morrow! They certainly owe him one for stealing their likeness!

The former Sky High Titans have emerged from the back and are targeting Tom Morrow on the outside of the ring. Morrow suddenly finds himself caught between the luchador and the big man with nowhere to go. He looks back and forth to each man, pleading with them to be reasonable. Inside the ring, The Lucky Sevens catch sight of their manager's predicament and begin to exit the ring to help… but Brock grabs Max before he can get all the way through the ropes and pulls him back into the ring! While Mason takes position on the arena floor with Morrow to face down Cortez and Minute, Brock drops Max with his Face Melter shining wizard inside the ring!

DDK:
Brock is signaling for Shock and Awe! If he can hit this on Max Luck, it’s over.

With referee Carla Ferrari’s attention on the brewing Cortez/Minute/Mason/Morrow brawl on the outside of the ring, neither she nor Brock notices as ANOTHER person suddenly appears on the apron.

Lance:
Wait… where did HE come from!? Is that… Bo Stevens!?

DDK:
We haven’t heard from The Stevens Dynasty since DEFIANCE Road!

It is! Bo Stevens stands on the apron, locking eyes with Brock Newbludd. Brock charges for him, but Bo hops backwards to the floor before The Innovator can get his hands on him. Brock turns back around… and runs right into Max’s Luck’s Run Out!!! Max calls for Carla’s attention as he covers, and she turns away from the situation on the outside to drop down and count.

ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

DDK:
Brock had this one in the bag until Bo distracted him… where did he even come from!?

Max stands over Brock and continues to rain down boots on his prone form. Cassidy pulls himself up using the ropes and charges at Max, throwing right hands… but that flurry only lasts until Mason comes up behind Cassidy and drops him with a stiff headbutt!

Lance:
Uriel Cortez and Minute in now!!

Seeing their buddies in trouble, Cortez rolls into the ring and begins to throw bombs with Mason Luck while Minute opts to enter by leaping off the top rope and taking Max off balance with a missile dropkick! Tom Morrow pounds the mat as Cortez and Minute take it to the Luck Brothers. It appears that the former Titans are going to come to Cassidy and Brock’s aid for the second DEFtv in a row and the crowd roars its approval...

...until big George Stevens begins to make his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos.

Lance:
The return of The Stevens!? This can’t lead to anything good..

George lumbers up into the ring and is soon joined by his cousin Bo. Cortez and Minute stop their attack on The Sevens to face this new threat… but once they take their eyes off their rivals, Max and Mason Luck drop them from behind with big forearms. Smiling, George and Bo join in on the action, and as the fans begin to get riled up into a fury, we’ve now got a Stevens Dynasty/Lucky Sevens combo beating down both Cortez/Minute and The Saturday Night Specials!! 

DDK:
What kind of deranged alliance are we seeing here!?

Cary Stevens:
Well, well, well… look whose back you stupid sons of bitches!

Sneering something fierce, Cary Stevens emerges from the back with a mic in hand. As the crowd lets him have it and the bad guys continue their beat down, he walks to the ring cackling gleefully.

Cary Stevens:
Awww… did we hurt your little bartender too much? Fuckin’ creampuffs.

DDK:
Wait… what?! It was The Stevens who laid out Davey LaRue!?

Cary enters the ring just as Brock Newbludd is dropped by a double sandwich clothesline by Max and Mason and Uriel Cortez eats a nasty powerbomb from George Stevens. Bo is choking Cassidy in the corner with his boot while Tom Morrow is laughing uncontrollably and thrusting his hands in the air in triumph. Minute tries to rally and flies at George Stevens with a hurricanrana, but he too is caught and powerbombed halfway through the mat.

Cary walks up to Tom Morrow, who stops his celebrating to look the old man in the eye. Max and Mason take positon behind Morrow as The Stevens boys rally behind their patriarch. There’s a brief moment of tension before Morrow smiles and extends a hand…

...and that crusty old Stevens takes it! They shake as the crowd begins to pelt the ring with garbage!

DDK:
I can’t believe it… this might be the worst merger of all time.

Lance:
We might have seen the end of BOTH Cortez and Minute AND The Saturday Night Specials tonight…

DDK:
The end of them? Can DEFIANCE itself stand this alliance!? 

Morrow raises Cary’s hand high as the bad guys strike a triumphant pose over the prone forms of Brock, Cassidy, Uriel, and Minute and the ring continues to fill with garbage. 

THIS.

IS.

DEFIANCE.