DEFIANCE TV 161 Night 2

Bright colorful lights roll across the arena as the Faithful go wild! The DEFtv opening video is playing 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!

I THINK THAT’S TIM TILLINGHAST SITTING NEXT TO ME
#CANCELMALAKGARLAND
SQUIDBOY’S GONNA DIIIIEEEE
NEW MOVIE: SEARCHING FOR BRONSON BOXER
SIGN MR POTATO HEAD 
GIVE THE VAMPIRE THE FIST
TITANESS IS THE BIGGEST WOMAN CRAIG EVER SAW, DON'T TELL HIM LT IS TALLER
I FIND MALAK KINDA HANDSOME 
I CAME TO SEE CONOR FUSE
I'M ABOUT TO TIRADE ALL OVER THESE MF'ERS
THIS SIGN IS ALSO A MESSAGE FROM THE KABAL
I’M READY FOR WAR…CHAMBER
LOS TRES TAG CHAMPS
POP CHAMPION PHENOMS

To the announce table, Darren Keebler and Lance Warner.

DDK:
Hello everyone! We're not going to waste much time here. Instead, we're ready to go with our first contest!

Lance:
Mason Luck, one half of the Lucky Sevens vs. former Favored Saints Champion, Rezin!

The lights go out as three numbers appear on the screen.

♫ “Money” by Of Mice and Men ♫

7 7 7

The lights come back on and the twins putting up “The Winning Hand” while wearing solid green capes! The Lucky Sevens quickly head on down to the ring and then shed… noticeably without Ophelia, Tom Morrow, or anyone else from the Better Future Talent Agency. 

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentlemen, the first contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, and tipping the scales at three-hundred and ten pounds… he is one half of the Lucky Sevens… MASON LUCK!!

They get to the ring and then both Max and Mason shed their capes before scaling the steps to the apron and stepping over the ropes to enter. They flash the crowd the Winning Hand pose again, going through the motions, though neither brother is smiling. Mason has a microphone in his non “Winning Hand” hand. 

Mason Luck:
It is seriously time for this entire area to shut your fucking collective mouths.

They do the exact opposite and boo to the top of their lungs but Mason nor Max are surprised. 

Mason Luck:
Max and I should be the Unified tag team champions right now and every single fucking person in DEFIANCE Wrestling knows it. The record books are going to say they won and we can’t change that outcome … 

Max looks out and picks things up for his brother. 

Max Luck:
But what also doesn’t change is that we were the last man standing on that show. Not them! We walked out under our own power. They didn’t. A lucky fluke roll-up was all the difference between you keeping those titles but it didn’t mean a damn thing when we beat you half to death at the end of the pay-per-view. We didn’t want Ophelia out here because she needs to figure out what side she’s on. We don’t need Tom Morrow here because this match won’t take long enough for one of his intros. 

Mason agrees. 

Mason Luck:
Max and I showed up in the main event of Acts of DEFIANCE and we showed out. We main evented and won the SNS’s little battle royal to earn that title match! We main evented this pay per view and walked out under our own power while Newbludd and Cassidy picked their teeth up off the arena floor. You’re looking at real Main Event Monsters now. Every beatdown we deliver is going to main event calibur starting with tonight. Every beating is going to be a five-star event and we’ll keep going every week until the Unified tag titles belong to us!  

The twins are finally in the ring. 

Lance:
Wow. The Lucky Sevens are all business tonight. To be sure, they aren’t happy campers after coming up short against the Tag Team Champions, the Saturday Night Specials, back at ACTS of DEFIANCE.

DDK:
Perhaps it’s good that only one of them is in action tonight, because with both of these angry giants working in tandem, the house is likely to be brought down around us! I believe every word they said … they showed up and opened a lot of eyes in that tag match. They reached a new level of viciousness I didn’t think possible. 

♫ “A Year In Suffering” by Cough ♫

Slow, heavy doom metal begins playing as the lights dim to black and blue mood lighting lights up the entry-way. A layer of mist billows across the stage. The mood slowly builds. Seconds pass…

Lance:
What’s all this now?

...and pass… and pass.

Lance:
...anyone coming out? Bueller? Bueller?

DDK:
There must be a problem with our production team right now, because I think the music is playing at half speed!

Lance:
I don’t know, Keebs, I think this type of music is meant to be this slow and long.

DDK:
...who in their right mind would produce something so obnoxiously drawn out and boring, and dare call it “music”?

After a lengthy intro, the beat finally kicks in, and REZIN sulks out through the curtain, clad in a long black cape, head hung low, steps slow and deliberate. The look on his face can only be described as grief-stricken. He looks like he just came from a funeral.

Darren Quimbey:
And the opponent, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana, and weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds… the Escape Artist, REZIN!

Eventually, he reaches the head of the ramp before clutching a fist to his heart and dropping to his knees, looking skyward with his face full of mournful anguish and sorrow. Several long and awkward moments later, he finally musters up the willpower to make it back to his feet, and shambles to the ring with all the zest of a Romero zombie.

”EMBRACE THE DARKNESS, THERE’S NO ESCAPE!
“I CHOSE MY PATH, THIS IS MY FATE!
“A LIFE IN RUINS, MY HATRED GROWS!
“REELING WE TRY, THE END TO SHOW! NO!!”

At what can be considered a glacial pace, the Escape Artist trudges down the ramp, head held down as he broods in his own world. The funerary procession is highlighted by several heavy sighs and forlorn looks into the distance.

DDK:
Well, this is certainly a different look for the former Favoured Saints Champion, Rezin. It would appear the title loss at ACTS of DEFIANCE is weighing heavily on him.

Lance:
Maybe, though I’m not entirely convinced if he’s depressed about losing the title, or if this is just some elaborate ruse to troll all of us...

Finally, he gets one foot onto the steel steps, before his hands cover his face and he collapses into an empty shell of a man bereft in his own woe and worthlessness. 

“BLACK DRONE!
“ROTTING FLESH!
“SUFFER!
“CRAVING DEATH!”

Rezin remains hunched over the steel steps for several long moments, seemingly unwilling or unable to press forward. Mason looks to Max in confusion. The giant twins’ confusion quickly becomes anger through growing impatience. 

DDK:
Geez, he’s really overdoing it here, wouldn’t you say?

The brothers Lucks finally pressure presiding official Mark Shields into doing his job, prompting the referee to exit the ring and pensively approach the idle Goat Bastard. Shields taps Rezin on the shoulder…

Mark Shields:
Uhh, hey dude… everything cool? Vibe is getting totes awkies out here. I got some new cartridges from my cousin if you wanna hang later, and talk about it, I dunno… 

Finally recomposing himself, Rezin slowly pushes himself up and crawls into the ring over the bottom rope, before rolling himself into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle. 

DDK:
My God, let’s get on with it already!

Shields gets back into the ring to make the final checks. He looks to Luck’s corner, where he spies pacing impatiently across the ring like a bull ready to be unleashed from its pen. He looks to Rezin’s corner, where the Escape Artist sits despondently, seemingly lost in his own depressing thoughts. With an indifferent shrug, Mark gives the cue to the timekeeper.

DING DING

Mason Luck comes out of his corner and stands ready in the center of the ring, looking beyond annoyed by this point. Rezin lingers against the bottom turnbuckle in his corner a minute longer before finally grabbing the ropes and slowly pulling himself up. 

Lance:
The bell has rung, and the match has officially started… but Rezin evidently needs more time to get into the spirit of things.

DDK:
He took almost five minutes to get to the ring! How much more time does he need?!

Rezin slowly (VERY slowly) trudges out to the center of the ring. Mason is about to lunge into a tie-up when...

Rezin:
Just a moment…

Rezin holds up a hand, and Luck stops in his tracks. He is confused.

Rezin:
I need you to know… whatever pain this conflict may bring, it is nothing when compared to the AGONY in my soul. Though a fire burns in this empty heart, this mortal form is dead inside… forever doomed to wander the halls of DEFIANCE in shame, grief, and--BLEGHK!!

Big Money Mase’s gargantuan-sized hands seize him by the throat and cut him off. Without effort, the giant Luck twin plucks the Goat Bastard off of the mat and into his arms, and slams him down with full force, turning him into a depressing black stain on the mat.

DDK:
MASSIVE POWERSLAM SLAM BY MASON LUCK!!

Mason bursts back to his feet off of the impact, stomping around the ring like an angry silverback. Max applauds his brother from the outside. Rezin flops around on the mat for a few moments as Mason stays out of view behind him.

Lance:
Mason looks like a predator toying with its prey in there.

DDK:
I think Rezin’s in for a nasty surprise here!

Clutching his back and completely breaking character from his stoic and solemn doom persona, Rezin shuffles back onto his feet. Slowly, he turns around, and Mason is THERE like a hungry grizzly bear.

Rezin:
AAH!!

The surprise sends Rezin instinctively sprawling wildly backwards, causing him to get tangled into the ropes and fall to the outside. When he gets up again, he turns around to see MAX.

Rezin:
AAH!! HOW’D YOU GET OUT HERE SO FAST!?

Rezin quickly slides back into the ring to get away… and immediately runs into the waiting Mason as he gets back to his feet.

Rezin:
AAH!! DOPPLEGANGER!!

Rezin’s face becomes buried into the maw that is Mason Luck’s massive hand, clenching down on his skull like a deadly vice.

DDK:
WINNING HAND!!

With Rezin croaking in pain and panic, Big Money Mase twists him around and raises him up on his shoulders into a torture rack.

DDK:
And Rezin goes right into RACK CITY!!

Lance:
Forget about the agony in his soul. How about the agony in his spine right now?!

Mason keeps Rezin confined to Rack City for several moments as he walks to the four sides of the ring and shows off his strength to the Faithful, getting some heat from the crowd. Then he throws the Goat Bastard off his shoulders with a spinning sitout powerbomb.

DDK:
RACK CITY BOMB!! Rezin busted out on this one before he even got to the table! Mason with the cover, and it’s academic by this point!

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!

DING DING DING

The Faithful jeer as Mason rises off the mat and pumps his arms into the air. Max joins his brother and congratulates him, before the Lucky Sevens flash the open-palmed “Winning Hands” pose to the cameras and the fans in attendance, looking like they just hit the jackpot. Behind them, Mark Shields nudges at the lifeless Rezin with the toe of his sneaker.

Darren Quimbey:
The winner of this match, by pinfall… MAAASOOON LUUUUUUCK!!

DDK:
That was a one-sided battle if I ever saw one! Without the support or aid of anyone else from the Better Future Talent Agency, Mason Luck came down here tonight to make a statement!

Lance:
And I’m sure the locker room is listening. With or without those titles, the Lucky Sevens are still two of the most dominant individuals in all of DEFIANCE!

DDK:
As for former “Favoured Sinner”, Rezin… well, I hope he gets his entrance music situation figured out, or whatever the hell is going on with him.

Lance:
Sounds like something for Trutt to look into.

DDK:
In the meantime, let’s keep this show going, as we move along to our next segment!

Backstage.

David Fox stares at the dressing room door for Better Future Talent Agency, flanked on either side by his comrades in the Dangerous Mix. Eddie Dante looks a little apprehensive, while Mushigihara looks ready to throw down if need be. Fox continues his focus on the door, even as he breaks his silence.

David Fox:
No.

Dante and Mushi reach out to their man, who just shakes his head and speaks again.

David Fox:
This is between me and Jack.

Mushigihara:
Osu?!

David Fox:
I know, big guy. He was your partner too. And you can talk about that with him. But this is between me and him.

Fox turns his head towards his partner and their manager.

David Fox:
Tonight, this one’s mine.

With a collective nod, Dante and Mushi turn back and leave the scene. After seeing them off, David Fox gives the door a firm knock. It doesn’t take long for the door to open and there stands a man that he and Mushi know all too well…. 

Jack Mace:
I told you wankers earlier today, no interviews. I don’t care if you’re Chris Putz, Jamie Saywers or Tits McGee from Strumpet Island, I’m… 

When he finally pokes his head out, there stands a man he knows all too well. 

Jack Mace:
...Been a while, David. What was it… Lion’s Road X? Taking the World’s Heavyweight Title from you, eh? Good times. 

An evil grin crosses his face, but Fox isn’t amused. 

Jack Mace:
You come to try and get in my good graces and get out of our match tonight? Maybe if you’d sent Moosh… I still like him… but you’re wasting my time if you’re trying to beg out. I gotta show certain people on this roster… people like Titaness… that I’m not someone you mess with.

David Fox:
I’ve never been on to beg out of a fight. You know that, Jack. In fact, I wanted to personally tell you that I called off the guard dogs, because there is just too much between us to let me any more than you and me.

A chortle.

David Fox:
I also know you’ve never been one to turn down a chance to prove that you’re better than anyone else in that ring. So I propose this; you and me. No seconds. No cornermen. The Dangerous Mix, Better Future, God-Bears… they stay backstage while we settle this ourselves.

Mace stares at him, grin still there. 

Jack Mace:
Oh, mate… you’re on. I didn’t need anyone to beat you in LRX and I don’t need Morrow or anyone else tonight. You’re on. 

David Fox:
Good man.

David Fox smiles and nods, before backing away to prepare for the match… but not before leaving one last line for Jack Mace to chew on.

David Fox:
And maybe once this is all said and done, we’ll talk about why you sided with that jackass Morrow when we all had your back.

Jack Mace can only stare off towards the departed Fox, fury in his eyes. 

Relive the event NOW, DEFonDEMAND!

DDK:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the show. If you haven’t had the chance to catch our ACTS of DEFIANCE replay, we implore you to check out both nights on DEFonDEMAND! Two nights worth of major matches all culminated in a very personal but perhaps one of the overall best main events in recent memory. I’m of course talking about Gage Blackwood defending the FIST of DEFIANCE against one of the best to ever do it in our organization, “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns.

The camera shows off stills from the PPV match. Each men giving the other their best shot… ending with Gage Blackwood using a hurricanrana with a deep cover and hook of the legs to get the match-winning pin.

Lance:
Indeed, it was. Blackwood retained the championship with a desperation hurricanrana after Burns was true to his word. He had both of Gage’s key finishing maneuvers, the Gaelic Storm and the Soul Breaker scouted at every opportunity but didn’t expect Gage to pull out something entirely different to get the job done!

DDK:
But things were not well for Burns. He angrily snatched the title and while he did return it to the rightful champion, he was fined $5,000 for shoving Jamie Sawyers who was trying to get a word with him backstage. But right now to address that controversy, we’re going to hear from the man that many have called the heart of DEFIANCE. We’re gonna hear right now, from “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns.

As soon as we’re done with the Commentation Station, the Faithful get ready… 

♫ “Raise Your Flag” by MAN WITH A MISSION ♫

The opening riffs build anticipation and soon… the former two-time champion arrives on stage! To a MASSIVE mixed ovation from the crowd, out comes “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns in blue dress jeans, loafers and a fancy black sportcoat, dressing a little more upscale than his usual gym gear. He takes his time on the stage and clearly has something weighing on his mind before he starts heading to the ring slowly. 

DDK:
He’s had a few weeks to recover after that amazingly physical, hard-hitting title match. There is no doubt in my mind that match could have gone either way, but Burns has fought to get that one-on-one match for the last eighteen months since losing back at DEFCON 2020. He helped run 24K out of DEFIANCE, but to lose that title match… it’s gotta weigh hard on him. 

Lance:
I have no doubt it does. But Oscar now has to move forward. He can’t let this consume him. 

Burns gets to the ramp and then starts walking up to the steps. He looks out to a very mixed crowd of DEFIANCE Faithful and then steps inside the ring. He has a microphone in his coat pocket and pulls it out and flicks it on before his music fades out. 

Oscar Burns:
... Hey, GCs. 

RRRRRRABBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRAHHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOO!

The wave of cheers and jeers comes out, clearly striking a nerve with Oscar Burns. The Technical Spectacle waits for the reaction to die down before DEFIANCE’s Favorite Kiwi gets started with what he has to say. 

Oscar Burns:
First off, before I can say anything further, GCs, you might have heard that I might have gotten stroppy and shoved Jamie Sawyers on his ass. He came up to me at a time he didn’t need to and asked me some questions he didn’t need to ask just after I lo… [visibly flustered]... I lost at Acts of DEFIANCE. Still, I put my hands on him. That wasn’t right. So I happily paid the $5,000 fine I was asked to pay to make it right. Jamie, you were just doing your job and for that… I am sorry.

Another mixed reaction is educed from the Faithful as he continues.

Oscar Burns:
Lately, I’ve said some things that people may not approve of… but whether or not you like me for them, I stand by everything I’ve said when it comes to Gage Blackwood. Gage… in between these ropes, you are a phenomenal, tough competitor. One of the best that’s been in this ring today. Granted, your path to the top wasn’t as quick as yours truly, GC, but you still eventually scratched and clawed your way to the top. Former Southern Heritage Champion. The current and still reigning FIST of DEFIANCE.

Some booing comes out for the backhanded compliment.

Oscar Burns:
And like the backstabbing ponce you are, you rode off the back of the work of other people to get that title. But however you got it, you got it. You’re champion now, but at the end of the day, I WILL work my way back to that title. You’ve NEVER been able to beat me without desperation, Gage. The first time, it took not one, but THREE Gaelic Storms to beat me. The second time, I outwrestled you every step of that match until you had to pull out a move from sheer desperation -- something, because you and I both know that straight up,*I* am the man. *I* am the top of the food chain in DEFIANCE with or without the FIST. I’ll have my day. And I’ll be standing over you when I do.

More boos come out, but Burns continues.

Oscar Burns:
And for those of you who haven’t been liking the things I’m saying, maybe you GCs hear hubris, but I have always been straight with you, win or lose. I have never lied to you. I have never turned my back on you. I’ve never deserted you for another promotion or “HoLlYwOoD” and come back to kiss your arses and try to get back in your good graces because I have always been here, being the best wrestler in between these ropes. I’ve never changed and I’m going to prove it to you once again.

He points at the stage.

Oscar Burns:
Unlike a Gage Blackwood or a Mikey Unlikely, I’m willing to put the work in this ring. I’m not just willing to earn stripes, I’m willing to work to keep the ones I got to show I still belong on top. There’s a roster full of hungry young men and women that are looking to prove themselves against the best of the best… and my won-loss record in DEFIANCE shows I fit that role. I got an open contract to meet me in tonight’s main event. So my question to you, locker room… are you going to sit back there and complain about your spot on this card… or are you going to reach out and take the opportunity? Who wants to step up… against Big Match Burnsie?

Burns leans against the ropes now daring anyone to accept his challenge.

DDK:
Bold, bold statements. I still don’t agree with the bombs he lobbed at Gage Blackwood. Blackwood simply isn’t that person anymore that he purports him to be… but this is a good gesture. Oscar’s willing to work to get back to the top.

Lance:
I have no idea who’s taking this opportunity. It truly is a golden opportunity for someone who wants to make a name for themselves!

The Technical Spectacle still waits with baited breath for whoever wants to come out.

Luckily, it isn’t much longer before he gets an answer.

♫ “King DeDeDe Remix Theme” from Kirby’s Dream Land ♫

The DEFPlex becomes absolutely unglued!

!RANK
!RANK
!RANK

DDK:
Damn, I’ll bite!

The Ultimate Gamer pops out from behind the curtain, hands waving in the air, commanding the loud !RANK chants. Conor Fuse sports green Adidas track pants and one of his trademark DEFIANCE t-shirts “ALL OF THE (legal) MUSHROOMS”. The younger Fuse hypes the fans as he walks down the rampway. The camera switches to inside the ring and Oscar Burns looking just as interested in who decided to take him up on this offer.

Conor leaps onto the top rope. Then he leaps over the ropes and lands perfectly in front of Oscar Burns, eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. The fans are going apeshit.

!RANK !RANK !RANK
WE LIKE GRAPS!

!RANK !RANK !RANK
WE LIKE GRAPS!

!RANK !RANK !RANK
WE LIKE GRAPS!

DDK:
These two didn’t have to do a bloody thing and we’ve lost cabin pressure!

Even though the fans do cheer for Burns, the longer the chants go… the more Conor’s support seemingly takes over.

Lance:
We most certainly have two of the all-time top Faithful DEFIANTS in the ring right now.

Conor’s grin is mischievously wide… his body language conveys excitement. Too much excitement. He reveals his own microphone.

Conor Fuse:
Hi-Conor-Fuse-nice-to-meet-you-Oscar-Burns. Of-course-I-know-who-you-are, I’m-just-being-silly.

Conor tries to take a deep breath. It (kinda) works.

Conor Fuse:
You’re BIG MATCH Burns, Oscar Burns.

Fuse sticks out his hand, with a wink and a nod.

Conor Fuse:
I’m Conor Fuse, The Power-Up King. The Codebreaker. The Character Formerly Known as Player Two. The Video Game Kid.

Burns takes a step back from Conor, not offering to shake Conor’s hand yet. This leads to minor jeers but Fuse’s nature suggested that he was playful and never meant it as a serious handshake.

Oscar moves into the former Tag Team Champion’s space again, snatching Conor’s hand as it was dropping and gives it a shake.

Oscar Burns:
Oh, I know you, GC. I know all about you. We’ve fought before… and I won...

Conor’s eyes are wide with passion.

Conor Fuse:
I am ready, Oscar. I am ready to go to the NEXT LEVEL.

Fuse turns into the crowd.

Conor Fuse:
For the past year, I have heard ALL OF YOU. I have listened to Tim Tillinghast shout from the rooftop that CONOR FUSE IS READY! I have measured the decimals in The Gamer’s !RANK chants. I have seen my t-shirts fly off the rack! I have tasted the top of the mountain before… but only for a brief moment. Now I need the real thing. DEFIANCE Wrestling, the best wrestling company in the world!

!RANK chants are belligerent!

Conor Fuse:
I have made amends with those I have wronged. And I am on my own journey… my own single player campaign. The time is here and now to PRESS START.

Conor turns back into Burns’ face with a smile, pumping himself up.

Conor Fuse:
Conor Fuse IS ready for the ultimate spotlight, the main event. Conor Fuse is ready for BIG MATCH BURNS.

He winks again.

Conor Fuse:
Let’s GOOOOOOOO!

And then Fuse turns to the crowd, orchestrating the !RANK chants to grow louder and louder.

DDK:
I don’t think it can get louder in here, Conor!

Lance:
What did you say, partner!?

Oscar Burns:
Conor, you’re on.

Fuse pats Burns on the shoulder.

Conor Fuse:
The ‘Locker Room Leader’ [wink] accepts! See you in the main event!

♫ “King DeDeDe Remix Theme” from Kirby’s Dream Land ♫

Fuse’s theme song plays again as he goes to the top rope and celebrates with The Faithful. Meanwhile, Oscar Burns stands in the middle of the ring, simply eyeing his upcoming opponent.

DDK:
A HUGE main event tonight!

Lance:
A HOT road to DEFIANCE Road! That’s for sure!

The scene fades as Conor continues to bask in the cheers and Burns watches on, looking pretty confident in himself.

DDK:
Welcome back to the show and coming up next, we’ve got a big match between two people with plenty of history outside of DEFIANCE as we saw earlier. Jack Mace has been having issues with Titaness since DEFtv 160 when she helped the SNS against The Lucky Sevens. But right now, Mace takes on a man he once called a friend in another promotion, David Fox. 

Lance:
In another promotion, Fox held the World Heavyweight Title and it ended up being Mace that took the title away while they were friends and tag team partners. But this Mace is not the same man David once knew: this one works for Tom Morrow and BFTA as a hit man and makes plenty of enemies. Tonight, Fox will have to be on his guard. Now, let’s go to the entrances for the next match!

Thump… CLAP. ThumpthumpCLAP.

Thump… CLAP. ThumpthumpCLAP.

A sudden rip of guitar chords precedes a herald of horns as an unfamiliar tune fills the DEFplex.

♫ “Same Ol’” by The Heavy ♫

The initial hum of confusion among the Faithful gives way to a chorus of cheers as the newly-christened David Fox emerges from the ramp, eyes gleaming with determination and teeth gritted for battle!

Darren Quimbey:
The following contest is set for one fall! Fighting out of Blackwood, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at 202 pounds… DAVID FOX!

Dressed in new red-orange-and-black gear covered in a variety of caution signals to fit the aesthetic of the recently-formed Dangerous Mix, Fox is full of pep, tagging hands and beelining his way to the ring. He hops onto the ring apron, waving a pointer finger at the Faithful, before stepping between the ropes and looking out to the crowd and to the arrival of his ex-tag partner and friend. 

♫ “The House Jack Built (instrumental)” by Metallica ♫

The music plays and out comes a very well-built man wearing silver trunks, knee pads, wrestling boots… And a black overcoat with a hood over his face. The hood comes off and looking out to the crowd is the Killer Bear. No ADV. No Morrow. All by himself. 

Darren Quimbey:
And from Grewelthorpe, England… weighing in at 268 pounds… he is ”A DAMN FINE PRO WRESTL… OH, HELL!

Charging at the ring, Mace rips off his coat and then throws it at David as he enters the ring. Fox pushes the coat out of the way, but the second he takes to move it is the second Mace needs to run right into him with a big shoulder block! He eyes referee Brian Slater to ring the bell and the hossiest ref in DEFIANCE does so!

DING DING

DDK:
We’re off to a hot start in this one! Mace wants to wrap this up! Like we said, he’s been making enemies left and right between David Fox as well as Titaness of Los Tres Titanes!

Lance:
Mace already standing over Fox… 12-6 elbows to the top of Fox’s head! 

The Killer Bear mauls Fox against the ropes and throws another one, then nails a big forearm smash to the jaw. He grabs the face of Fox and then rubs it against the ropes before throwing Fox to the canvas. 

Jack Mace:
I told you, muppet, you aren’t in my league any more! 

DDK:
Jack Mace making with the trash talk already! 

The Slayer of Giants gets cheers from the Faithful as he gets pulled up… only to SMACK Mace upside the mouth with a big Pancrase-stye palm strike! He reels back from the unsuspecting hit and then reels when Fox fires back with a few shoot kicks to the legs and then another pair of huge palm strikes!

Lance:
No! Fox may be up there in his career, but he knows how to strike with the best of them! He’s got Mace on the back foot! 

Mace gets reeling, but when he comes back with a wild swing, David ducks and fires back with a big discus throat thrust! Mace gets sent to the corner long enough for Fox to fire off a big bulldogging headlock! 

DDK:
The Slayer of Giants knocks the bigger man off his feet! Cover!

ONE…

TW-KICKOUT!

Lance:
Big kickout by Mace, but Fox isn’t going to let up!

David fires back and then nails a trifecta of extra-nasty shoot kicks to the chest of Mace as the Faithful cheer along. The kicks are enough to rattle Mace and knock the wind out of The Damn Fine Pro Wrestler. He doubles over when David backs up and then tries for a thrust kick, but Jack gets his hand up and blocks the kick. He spins David around but he comes back with a dragon whip-style kick upside the head! Mace tumbles to the mat when The Slayer of Giants goes for another cover. 

ONE…

TWO…

NO!

DDK:
Excellent counter there by David Fox with that comeback enzuigiri kick, but Mace with another kickout! 

Lance:
But he’s going for something here. What’s next?

Fox fires up and then tries a roundhouse kick as Mace gets to his knee, but Jack ducks then THROWS him up and over with a big inverted powerslam! 

DDK:
No! Big counter to the kick from Mace! He calls that Jack’s Reversal!

Lance:
That was a great counter there, whether you like Mace or not!

The Killer Bear then makes with his name and rolls across the mat to maul Fox like said bear. He has Fox locked tightly in a Gator Roll to wear him down! He shakes him around the mat with the hold several times before ragdolling him across the canvas by hitting a succession of rolling headlock takeovers. After grinding Fox down to a halt, he grabs him by the waist and then HURLS him with a release German suplex across the ring! 

Fox gets hurt by the move, but things go from bad to worse when he grabs one half of The Dangerous Mix for a double underhook and then holding him up in the air. He parades around the ring with Fox in hand before THROWING him down to the mat with a stalling double arm suplex! The Slayer of Giants winces in pain with Mace standing over him, gloating like a dick. 

DDK:
Mace takes control after some mat work and pair of huge suplexes! Cover!

ONE…

TWO…

NO!

Fox kicks out just before the three while an angry Mace shoots a look at Brian Slater and his two fingers!

Lance:
No! Fox kicks out of that big suplex! 

Mace angrily goes to work on Fox and slaps on a cravate on the smaller wrestler. The Faithful then start to cheer for the Slayer of Giants! The Killer Bear keeps the hold locked on tightly in the center of the ring. Mace keeps trying to crank on the hold like he’s trying to pop the top of a bottle. 

DDK:
Vicious hold by Mace! He’s kept David Fox smothered with these grounded holds and strikes since he took control. Fox has to find a way out or this is done! 

He continues to crank just as David fights back with a few elbow shots to the gut of Mace to try and free himself… but instead, Mace grabs the neck and then HOISTS him up for a HUGE cravate suplex! Fox crumbles backwards and faceplants on the canvas with Mace picking up the pace to roll him over and go for the win!

DDK:
What a suplex variation out of the cravate position! That has to be it! 

ONE…

TWO….

THR-NO!

The Faithful go batty again when Fox gets the shoulder up before the count of three. An angry Mace lets out a frustrated growl and then gets himself ready for another big move. 

DDK:
I have no idea how Fox kicked out of that, but Mace going for the finish… NO! Fox backflips out of the release German suplex this time! 

The Faithful pop when not only does Fox land on his feet, but he comes back with a shotgun dropkick to the back of Mace’s head! He winces in pain while Fox takes a few seconds himself after the punishment he has endured. 

Lance:
Fantastic counter by David Fox! He’s gotta use that speed to stay one step ahead of Mace and his devastating suplexes and holds! 

DDK:
He must’ve heard you, partner! He goes back! Kicks to the back of Mace! 

He unleashes a series of alternating kicks to the back and chest of The Damn Fine Pro Wrestler! Mace winces in pain until Fox comes back and nails a big penalty kick to the chest of Mace, knocking the wind out of his lungs! Fox feels the support from the crowd and then focuses as Mace tries to stand up. The Slayer of Giants goes to work and nails an inverted stomp facebreaker!

DDK:
David Fox with a little bit of sole food right there! The facebreaker sends Mace back to the corner! 

The Killer Bear is stumbled backwards while Fox points at him from the other side of the ring. He lines up his target and runs all the way across the ring, CRACKING Mace upside the head with a huge running jumping big boot in the corner!

Lance:
And what a hell of a kick to follow up the facebreaker! Mace to his knees and Fox goes for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THR-KICKOUT!

Mace kicks out this time, throwing a shoulder up and pushing Fox off in the process! 

DDK:
Kickout! How did Mace kick out of all those kick combinations? 

Lance:
No idea, but Fox might be looking for the Rough Divide! He has befallen the biggest in DEFIANCE with this, including George Stevens!

Mace tries to get to a knee while Fox readies the oncoming shining axe kick. He runs at The Killer Bear and tries a big move, but Mace catches him in mid-air! He has the arms wrapped around the head…

DDK:
NO! JACK OF ALL HOLDS! JACK OF ALL HOLDS! CAN HE GET IT FULLY LOCKED IN?

The Arm Triangle Choke is almost locked in, but David continues to fight until he nails a kick to the arm to get Mace to let loose! An angry Mace gets stunned, then charges wildly towards Fox, but before he can connect, Fox moves! Mace crashes into the buckle and then with all of Fox’s might, the Slayer of Giants grabs both arms and then goes for a move that has won him many matches… 

DDK:
NO! COUNTER! BACKSLIDE BY FOX!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Mace finally powers out, but just a hair too late! Brian Slater calls for the bell as the Faithful roar with cheers! Fox looks on in shock, but holds up three fingers to Slater, who grabs his arm! Jack Mace is in complete shock!

DDK:
Oh man! Oh man! FOX DID IT! ONE MISTAKE AND HE GETS THE WIN!

Darren Quimbey:
Here is your winner of the match… DAVID FO--AHHH!

The announcement ends when Mace ATTACKS Fox from behind with a huge knee lift to the back! He leaps on top of Fox and then wails down on him with a series of stiff forearms as Slater calls for the bell!

Lance:
No, come on! David Fox won fair and square! Mace gets beaten by the former World Trios Champion!

DDK:
This has been the MO of BFTA lately. Win or lose, you stand tall at the end! And Mace is trying to follow what The Lucky Sevens and ADV did in their respective pay-per-view matches! 

But before Mace can get in another swing, the energy changes in the arena and he notices… but what catches Mace off-guard is a pair of arms grabbing him by the waist, right off of David Fox! An EXPLOSION of applause goes off when TITANESS makes her appearance and NAILS Mace with a hell of a deadlift German suplex!

Lance:
NO WAY! HOW DID TITANESS DO THAT?! 

DDK:
The Show of Force is in the house tonight! Mace attacked her with a similar suplex on UNCUT just last week! Now she’s helping out Fox and giving Mace a taste of his own medicine!

The Killer Bear takes a tumble from the ring, holding the back of his head while the female powerhouse of Los Tres Titanes stands in the ring, flexing and getting the crowd going! She goes over to help David Fox back to his feet while both stare down Mace, beating a retreat to the back! The amazonian powerhouse checks to make sure Fox is good before leaving the ring to allow Fox to celebrate the big win. 

DDK:
David Fox with a big win in singles competition tonight while Titaness gets payback for what happened on UNCUT last week! This issue is far from over, I can assure you! 

Fox celebrates the win in the ring with the fans as the show moves onward. 

BRAZEN - Where the next generation CLASH!

Suddenly the crowd is bathed in deep blood red lighting as a powerful kick drum resonates through the building's sound system.

♫ “Face Fisted” by Deathklok ♫

RICK DICKULOUS strolls out onto the entrance ramp, his massive frame making the entryway seem tiny, eyes narrowed and staring daggers through his opponent's chest, his reddish full beard accentuating a wicked scowl. His shaven head glistens in the crimson light, along with his shimmering, oiled upper body. An axe occupies his massive and taped right hand (both are, up to his wrists), resting against the bare flesh of his shoulder. His legs fill his brown industrial work pants - his quads flexing through the thick material, and he sports a pair of plain black boots. 

DDK:
We’re moments away from our next scheduled match this evening, ladies and gentlemen, and the FAVOURED SAINTS CHAMPIONSHIP will be on the line! As we can see making his way to the ring, Rick Dickulous is banking on bringing the title back to the Kabal after it was lost at ACTS of DEFIANCE!

Lance:
Rick himself returned in chaotic fashion in that street fight against the Guardians, where he arguably made all the difference in keeping the monstrous Crimson Stalker under the control of the Kabal. 

DDK:
And now that Rick has joined their ranks, the Kabal has seemingly gotten even closer in fulfilling their plans of a full takeover of DEFIANCE!

Rick is joined by VICTOR VACIO and REAPER GREEN on the stage, wearing similar brown pants and black boots. The trio make their way down the ramp and up to the ring area, his eyes still exuding hate and loathing towards his opponent. He walks up the stairs slowly and steps over the top rope and into the ring. Vacio and the Reaper remain at ringside.

♫ “Cause” by Human Impact ♫

The music builds until the guitar solo hits, and the Favoured Saints Champion KERRY KUROYAMA quickly strides out from behind the curtain and wastes no time walking down to the ring. His march is accompanied by green spotlights, lasers, and pyrotechnics as the Favoured Saints Championship glimmers around his waist.

DDK:
“The Pacific Blitzkrieg” Kerry Kuroyama has looked nothing short of dominant since he returned to DEFIANCE a new man, tearing a path to the Favoured Saints Championship while staying true to a purist wrestling approach. But tonight, he’s facing his tallest task yet!

Lance:
After a successful title defense against Kazuhiro Troy at last week’s Uncut, Kerry is eyeing to pick up his second tonight. He’s made it no secret that he has his sights set on the Southern Heritage Title, and he’s on the path to four wins that will bank him a title shot. But tonight, against the most physically imposing challenge he’s had in some time, the Kabal are looking to cut him off at the pass.

Kuroyama throws off his gold and emerald robe before he scales the steps, wipes his feet, and steps through the ropes to enter the ring. Champion and challenger stare across the ring at each other while Benny Doyle makes his checks. Darren Quimbey is in the ring to make the formal announcements.

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Favoured Saints Championship of DEFIANCE! Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Toronto, Ontario, and weighing in at four-hundred and twenty-five pounds… REAP-resenting the Kabal… HE IS... 

RIIIIIICK… DIIICKUUULOOOUUUSSS!!!

Rick’s mind-blowing pythons go skyward while his masked associates Victor Vacio and Reaper Green likewise pose at his sides. The three of them look like a solid unit. 

Darren Quimbey:
And the opponent… hailing from Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at two-hundred and forty-four pounds… he is the FAVOURED SAINTS CHAMPION of DEFIANCE…

KEEERRRYYY… KUUUROOOYAAAAAAMMMAAAAAA!!!

Kuroyama thrusts the Favoured Saints Title into the air over his head with the pure wrestling spirit of the DEFIANCE Faithful roaring behind him. When the posturing is over, he hands the belt over to Doyle, who holds it up for the camera briefly, and hands it over to the timekeeper. Once Quimbey quits the ring, Benny cues for the bell to start the title bout.

DING DING

Both men go into the tie-up, and immediately, Rick uses all of his weight to bull Kuroyama into the corner. A seemingly clean break precedes a stiff chop to the chest before Rick takes the champion by the arm and whips him across the ring. Kerry braces himself as he connects with the turnbuckle.

Lance:
Rick Dickulous is looking to overpower here in the opening moments of this match. He knows he’s got the advantage and strength, and he’s going to use.

DDK:
Kuroyama connects with the corner and Rick follows after him… and Kerry DUCKS at the last second to avoid the lariat against the turnbuckles! He slips behind… and school-boy roll-up puts Rick’s shoulders to the mat!

One!

Tw--NO! Quick kickout by Rick Dickulous!

As Rick gets back to his feet, Kerry backs into the corner and deftly posts up to the bottom rope and leaps off as soon as he’s back up, nailing the big man in the head with a short diving forearm from the elevated angle. As Rick reels away, Kerry clips a leg with a low kick, and sends himself into the ropes…

DDK:
Kerry has Rick down to a knee as he goes into motion… going for the running KNEE STRIKE--but Rick Dickulous pops up and counters with a SPINEBUSTER instead!

Lance:
Looked like Kerry had some momentum there, but just like that, Rick Dickulous has brought it to a screeching halt.

Kuroyama instinctively rolls himself out to the apron and pulls himself back to his feet, clutching his back while using the ropes to keep a barrier between himself and his opponent. He looks up in time to see Rick taking a swipe at him and quickly drops off the apron to the floor.

Lance:
The most Kerry can do at this point is put as much distance between himself and the challenger while he recovers. If he’s not careful, Rick will toss him from pillar to post and seriously jeopardize his chances at successfully defending his title.

DDK:
He’s got the right mind on how to handle this situation, but he needs to be aware also of Rick’s cohorts on the outside of the ring. There's no telling what they're capable of, or how they'll factor into this contest!

Kerry spies Vacio coming around one corner toward his position and Reaper Green coming around the other, effectively trapping him to one side of the ring. Not interested in the slightest in dealing with them, the Favoured Saints Champion slides back into the ring before Doyle can reach the count of two, and Rick immediately greets him with a stomp to the back.

Lance:
He’s not going to find any reprieve on the outside among those other Kabal jackals.

DDK:
Kuroyama finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place as he takes to the ring once again, where Rick Dickulous is waiting to continue the punishment! 

Heavy boots to the back of Kerry’s head and shoulders keep him place before Rick bends down and pulls the champion off the mat before throwing him hard back into the corner. A series of heavy blows continues to keep Kuroyama rocked until Benny Doyle intervenes and calls for the break. Rick obliges by pulling the dazed Favoured Saints Champion out of the corner…

DDK:
Rick Dickulous lifts Kerry off the mat… and a HUGE GORILLA PRESS drops the Pacific Blitzkrieg HARD onto his back as he gets dropped from an absolutely insane elevation! Here goes Rick for the cover, looking to take that title!

One!

Two!

KICKOUT by Kerry Kuroyama!

Kerry attempts to roll away but doesn’t get far before the giant hands of Rick Dickulous grab him by the neck and yank him back to his feet. A forearm to the back gives Rick the opportunity to set Kuroyama up into a powerbomb, but upon lifting him up onto his shoulders, Kerry unloads with a flurry of right hands.

DDK:
Rick Dickulous is looking for the powerbomb, but the Favoured Saints Champion is fighting back! Rick DROPS HIM!

Lance:
Now is his chance to turn this match around.

Kuroyama hits the ropes and connects with a running dropkick that hits the dazed Rick Dickulous in his massive chest and knocks him back a few steps into the ropes. Kerry quickly pops to his feet and runs off the ropes again to capitalize.

DDK:
Kerry in motion, trying to knock the big man from the ring… but Rick Dickulous SIDESTEPS and throws the champion to the outside instead!

Lance:
Kerry just cannot catch a break!

As Kuroyama recovers, Rick almost immediately attempts to distract referee Benny Doyle by directing his attention over to the far side of the career, where one of the turnbuckles is apparently looking funny. 

DDK:
What is this now?!

From the floor, Vacio plays around, pointing insistently to the top turnbuckle. Outside the ring, Kuroyama slowly recovers, and spots Reaper Green coming around the ring and slowly approaching. Kerry is noticeably hurt, as told by the way he leans against the apron.

DDK:
Rick and Vic have the referee’s attention, and Kerry Kuroyama finds himself face to face with this stranger. Who is this guy, anyway? I thought Rezin was the last person to wear the Reaper Green mask!

Lance:
I don’t know, I don’t keep track of that kind of thing. I try to avoid that Kabal rabbit-hole any way I can.

Kerry braces himself for the attack, when the green-masked Reaper suddenly backs off and returns to the other side of the ring. The Pacific Blitzkrieg watches him walk away, as Rick suddenly forgets whatever issue he had with the turnbuckle and promptly slides out of the ring.

DDK:
LOOK OUT, KERRY!!

Too late. Rick, absolutely STEAMROLLS Kuroyama with a running shoulder block from around the corner that sends the champion careening into the steel steps. The big man ROARS like a bloodthirsty beast!

BOOOOOOOO!!!

Lance:
A well-planned ruse that perfectly set the keen-minded Kerry Kuroyama into an unfavorable situation. Rick is the man competing in this match, but these three know how to work as a unit.

DDK:
How is this fair? Kerry already has a disadvantage in size, but now he needs to always be looking out for these other Kabal vultures!

Rick pulls Kerry off the floor and pitches him into the ring, quickly following.

DDK:
Here’s Rick Dickulous for the cover!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--KICKOUT!! Kuroyama keeps his title reign alive, at least a bit longer!

Lance:
But it’s not looking good for the Favoured Saints Champion. He’s barely had a chance to put any work into the challenger, Rick Dickulous. Where does he go from here? How much longer can he hold out?

Rick Dickulous gets back to his feet and looms over Kerry as the champion struggles to get up. Through sheer will and perseverance, Kuroyama pushes himself up. Rick mockingly beckons him back to his feet, then as soon as Kerry is standing, paws him across the face with an open palm.

SLAP!!

DDK:
GOOD GOD, that open-handed slap put Kerry Kuroyama right back to the mat!

The challenger cackles, and soaks up the jeering crowd as he draws a thumb across his neck. Kuroyama is struggling on his hands and knees again before Rick bends down and takes him by the arm to yank him back up the rest of the way.

DDK:
Rick Dickulous looking to vanquish the champion with the MISERY WHIP--NO!! Kerry DUCKS!! He spins him around!

SLAMMB~!!

RRRAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

DDK:
MY GOD, KERRY KUROYAMA JUST BODY SLAMMED ALL FOUR-HUNDRED PLUS POUNDS OF RICK DICKULOUS!!

Lance:
INCREDIBLE!!

Kuroyama likewise collapses to the mat, having used all of his strength just to pull off such a feat. Moments pass as both men lie on the ground writhing in pain, and Benny Doyle begins a ten count. The crowd, already charged off of the impressive body slam, only gets LOUDER…

KER-RY!! KER-RY!! KER-RY!! KER-RY!! KER-RY!! KER-RY!!

DDK:
The Favoured Saints Champion sorely needed that move to change the momentum of this match and give himself a fighting chance at defending the title, but it cost him all but everything to pull it off!

Lance:
That back of his has just taken so much punishment over the course of this match. I don’t have any idea how he keeps going!

Kerry slowly stirs and grinds his teeth as he fights through the pain, crawling over to Rick’s prone body. Suddenly, Rick SITS UP and grasps him by the neck.

Lance:
Uh oh! Rick Dickulous is still alive and hungry for more!

DDK:
This looks bad for the Favoured Saints Champion!

An evil smile forms across Rick’s face as he has the champion right where he wants him. But thinking quickly, Kerry’s legs scissor around the arm to tangle it up and flips over the big man’s back to roll his shoulders onto the mat.

DDK:
KUROYAMA WITH THE LA MAGISTRAL OUT OF NOWHERE!!

 

ONE!!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!! HE DID IT!!

DING DING DING

♫ “Cause” by Human Impact ♫

Rick Dickulous quickly bursts to his feet in a rage, and Vacio and Reaper Green immediately hit the ring on the bell, but the victorious Kerry Kuroyama almost immediately takes his leave to the outside after the bell, where he finally has a chance to catch his breath. 

Darren Quimbey:
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… and STILL Favoured Saints Champion of DEFIANCE…

KEEEEEERRYYYYYY KUUUROOOYAAAAAAMAAAAAA!!!

DDK:
It seemed unlikely in moments, but through sheer will and ingenuity, “The Pacific Blitzkrieg” Kerry Kuroyama has once again successfully defended his title! What a victory for the Favoured Saints Champion!

Lance:
Quite the victory indeed, over an opponent with an advantage in size and strength. It’s been a long while since we’ve seen anyone dominate the typically dominant Pacific Blitzkrieg, and Rick Dickulous did not make this defense easy by any means.

DDK:
On the other hand, we can now see how far Rick Dickulous is deep within the sinister ranks of the Kabal, and seems to be keeping some equally sinister company with the likes of Victor Vacio and this apparent newcomer under the Reaper Green mask.

Lance:
Keebs, in the future, never use the words “Rick Dickulous” and “deep within” in the same sentence again. You’re just asking for trouble there… 

The timekeeper hands the Favoured Saints Championship back to him, which he holds triumphantly into the air as he backs up the ramp, cheered on by the Faithful. In the ring, the Kabal’s trio of terror seethe in anger.

Storming through the hallways, still wearing her Los Tres Titanes shirt and white headband to tie her hair, Titaness looks all business tonight after attacking Jack Mace after his match with David Fox. The Faithful respond with cheers as he keeps on storming when she gets cut off by Christie Zane. 

Christie Zane:
Titaness… can we get a word about what happened out there with you and Jack Mace? 

The New York powerhouse stops and stares at Christie as she continues. 

Christie Zane:
You’ve been going at this for weeks, attacking each other on our last two UNCUTS as well as tonight! That suplex was amazing, but do you have anything to… 

Titaness stops her and pulls the microphone close before gazing directly to the nearby camera, addressing Mace directly. 

Titaness:
Jack Mace… I believe in an eye for an eye… and a suplex for a suplex. You don’t like me getting into your business? 

She shoots a glance at an uncomfortable Christie and then back to Mace. 

Titaness:
DEFtv 162… meet me in the ring and do something about it. 

The Show of Force lets go of Christie’s arm and then continues to storm off. Zane tries to shake the pain out of her arm as the show moves on. 

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The backstage interview area is the first thing seen after coming back from the commercial break as Jamie Sawyers catches up with a spent Kerry Kuroyama.

Jamie Sawyers:
Kerry, thanks for joining me. You just had a challenging encounter out there with Rick Dickulous. Can you talk about what this victory means to you?

Kerry takes a moment to catch his breath and reposition the Favoured Saints Title to his shoulder before leaning into the mic.

Kerry Kuroyama:
What it means to me, Jamie… is that that’s two down, with two to go. That wasn’t easy, to go out there and bring down a bigger opponent like Rick. But size means nothing to superior wrestling talent, and that’s what I have. Now I’m one step closer to banking in this belt for a shot at taking the Southern Heritage Championship away from those other scumbags in the Kabal. One step closer to taking it away… from Scrow.

High Pitched Voice Off Camera:
ERRRR-HRRRRRMMMMM!

A loud throat clearing interrupts Kerry and Jamie’s interview as none other than Malak Garland slips into view. He’s decked out in Atlanta Braves gear from head to toe and a sky high grin is on his face.

Malak Garland:
Oh hi there, Kerry. Excuse me. I couldn’t help interrupting but only if Jamie and yourself will allow me the space to exist in this realm? I would really appreciate your acceptance and tolerance.

Malak’s voice oozes with passive aggressiveness. Not sure how to react to Malak’s request, Jamie and Kerry just sort of stare back at The Source of Envy before he carries on.

Malak Garland:
I’ll take those blank looks on your faces as confirmation of my existence at this moment. I also see you’re the Favored Saints Champion. Wow, lots to unpack here.

Garland looks down at his Braves World Series t-shirt.

Malak Garland:
Well, I just so happen to be a hardcore MEGA fan of the new World Series Champions, the Atlanta Braves. I’ve been a fan of theirs for a long time now so it makes sense that they’re champions of baseball and I am a champion in life.

Kerry looks Malak up and down, getting a read of the situation.

Kerry Kuroyama:
Yeah, well… I’m a bit of a Mariners fan myself, but hats off to the Atlanta “Baseball Team”. As you said, they’re the champions of baseball, and as you noticed, I happen to be a champion of wrestling. So if you don’t mind--

Malak Garland:
Let me stop you right there, Kerry. You think you’re a champion when you really know nothing about it. Not only am I a life champion, but I am also extremely dangerous. Don’t believe me? Look at this.

The Keyboard King whips out his phone and holds it up to show a picture of his newly renovated Rage Rooms.

Malak Garland:
I have the facilities to prove it too. Seeing how I have my new found extreme championship edge, I think I should get a title shot.

Kuroyama sighs impatiently, looking between Sawyers and Malak for a moment before delivering his response.

Kerry Kuroyama:
With all due respect, Malak… I can respect you being a “life champion”, or whatever, but you don’t seem to understand that being a wrestling champion isn’t about being the most “extreme” or “dangerous”. It’s about strength, and talent, and determination, and fortitude. Things I have in abundance, which is why I’m carrying this belt. You, though?

He tsk-tsks and shakes his head, wearing his familiar sour-milk face.

Kerry Kuroyama:
Allow me to make this clear to you now, to save myself from the tedium of having to repeat it later: I only intend to prove to our audience that being a champion of DEFIANCE means being the best at wrestling. And no offense, Malak… but I got nothing to gain in giving you a shot at this title. You’re here for the clicks. I’m here for the counts.

He lightly slaps the back of one hand thrice into the palm of the other to simulate the three count that wins matches.

Kerry Kuroyama:
I’m looking to build a legacy with this title out of substantial wins over legit opponents. Rick Dickulous? That guy was legit. But you? Malak Garland? Ehh… you’re a social media influencer who is confusing this sport for outlaw mudshow bum fights. Don’t get me wrong, I respect what you do here… but you’re a sideshow spectacle who gets paid to bring in the niche audience.

He pats the belt on his shoulder.

Kerry Kuroyama:
As for me? I’m part of the main attraction… and I have better things to do with my time that waste it in that ring with you.

Soured, Malak doesn’t waste another minute before exiting camera right. For his part, Kuroyama looks to Jamie, shrugs, and exits camera left.

DDK:
Our Unified Tag champions the Saturday Night Specials will be defending their titles up next but if you haven’t been following Uncut in the last couple of weeks, the challengers will surprise you! DEFIANCE Wrestling has just picked up legendary tag team The House! Adam Roebuck and Derrick Huber, two monsters from the West Coast wrestling scene have been all over the world and won tag gold over twenty years in many promotions. 

Lance:
That’s right and I’m excited! While we await a decision as to who is next between Los Tres Titanes and the Pop Culture Phenoms, SNS did not wait around. While it’s important to note that The House have signed on to DEFIANCE Wrestling as trainers and coaches for our Brazen brand, they issued a challenge for one more shot at gold before they head to office life. SNS were more than ready for the challenge tonight so the entire tag team division could be turned on its head tonight!

DDK:
SNS have been so good as Unified tag team champions, but the House have more experience as a team. These men have helped train one of DEFIANCE Wrestling’s top tag teams, the Lucky Sevens. They have history with Brock Newbludd going back to No Brand Wrestling and have fought against people like Lindsay Troy and Jack Harmen in the defunct Legacy of Champions. The House are no strangers to big time but we will see if they can wear the gold one more time! 

Darren Quimbey:
The next match is for the Unified tag team championships! Introducing the challengers … at a combined weight of six-hundred thirty-three pounds, they are “Big Bucks” Adam Roebuck” and “Big Slick” Derrick Huber … THE HOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!

♫ “House of the Rising Sun” by Five Finger Death Punch ♫

While it may be an unfamiliar theme to some, a big contingent of long-time wrestling fans cheer when the two large men appear on the top of the ramp. The muscular old-school looking strong man: six-five and two-hundred seventy-eight pound Derrick Huber on the left and the massive surly mountain of a man, six-foot seven and three-hundred fifty-five pound Adam Roebuck on the right. The DEFIANCE Wrestling Faithful give the veteran tag team cheers out of respect for their time in the sport. The forty-seven year-old Huber and the forty-six year-old Roebuck both step inside the ring and take in their first match in some time. 

♫ “Drink” by Alestorm ♫

The Faithful let out an arena rattling roar as the Unified Tag Team Champions make their way out onto the stage with the title belts held high above their heads. Newbludd and Cassidy both play to the riled up crowd before meeting at the top of the ramp for a fist bump. 

Darren Quimbey:
And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and eighty-four pounds! They are the Unified Tag Team Champions of the World! The team of “The Innovator” Brock Newbludd and “Black Out” Pat Cassidy...THE SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIALS!

Newbludd and Cassidy head down the ramp, slapping hands with fans as they do so. Sliding underneath the bottom rope, they both pop up to their feet and raise the belts high above their heads one final time before handing the gold to the referee.

DDK:
Experience will go to the House but they haven’t been regular competitors since No Brand Wrestling went on hiatus so the SNS could have an advantage there. But it looks like power will be on the House’s side! 

Lance:
Many variables in this match to consider! 

The five belts of the Unified tag title set get raised by the official. The teams get ready for a fight. Brock Newbludd starts off with Derrick Huber. 

DING DING

Huber puts out his hand to show no hard feelings and Cassidy carefully takes it given the war they went through with the Lucky Sevens, men that the House helped train. Derrick backs off and doesn’t say anything. When the two men lock horns Brock plays it smart and uses a head lock to control Huber. The two-hundred seventy-pound Huber uses his power and pushes Brock into the ropes but when he ducks low for a back body drop, Brock leaps over him like a sprinter. He comes back from the other side with a drop kick that scores. Huber gets rocked and Brock moves to his feet. 

DDK:
The first advantage goes to Brock. Big mistake by Huber to try a power move that early. 

Brock grabs Huber in another head lock and tries to get a tag to Pat Cassidy. Cassidy gets the tag and Brock holds Huber’s arm while he goes up and comes off with a diving axe handle to the back. Huber is hurt when Cassidy stuns him with right hands and then a rope assisted kick to the solar plexus! The Sin City Strongman is doubled over. Cassidy gets cheers from the fans and just manages to avoid getting grabbed by Roebuck. He flashes a smile at Roebuck and then hits the Splash of Jameson on Huber! 

DDK:
Splash of Jameson! Now a tag to Brock! 

Pat grabs the arm of Huber as both men come in. Pat drops down Huber with a swinging neckbreaker as Brock looks to the cheering fans and then scores with a meteora off the second rope. 

Lance:
Great tag team work already by the Saturday Night Specials! Is that it for their title hopes already?

One …

Two …

But the powerhouse Huber shocks the Ballyhoo Brew co-owner with an authoritative kick out!

DDK:
No way! Those were some hard hitting moves and Huber shook them off! 

Brock goes to try and control Huber with a waist lock but before he knows it, the Sin City Strongman uses a big surge of power to catch Brock off guard. … He pushes Brock to the ropes and then slugs him with a big clothesline on the return instead! He kneels over and then looks down at Brock. 

Derrick Huber:
How’s that for a washed-up meathead?!

DDK:
Words that Brock used against the House when they made this challenge. After the battles with the House’s former students the Lucky Sevens, you can’t blame them for being cautious. 

Lance:
After how brutal that title match was I don’t doubt it! 

Huber grabs Brock and tags to Adam Roebuck. Both monsters whip Brock into the ropes. Roebuck catches Brock in a sidewalk slam set up while Huber hits the ropes. Both men hit a slam and jumping elbow drop combo! 

DDK:
That move is called Dead Money! And can that win the Unified tag titles? 

One …

Two …

No!!!

Lance:
Brock kicks out, but Adam Roebuck is a lot of humanity to kick out of! 

Roebuck clubs Brock across his back and his head. Pat Cassidy looks worried for the safety of his partner as Adam readies a classic that some fans seem to know. He holds his hand out and then unleashes chop … chop … chop … chop! Four massive open chops in succession make up the Four of a Kind combo! And another quick tag goes to Derrick Huber! 

DDK:
That was called Four of a Kind! Brock is going to be feeling those hits tomorrow!

The Big Bucks tags Derrick Huber and the bald strongman enters the ring again. They both take Brock to a neutral corner and then use a massive double hip toss to pitch him across the ring! 

Lance:
That double hip toss was insane! What power! 

DDK:
It took The House a few moments, but they’ve found their groove! They are taking this fight to the Saturday Night Specials more than I think even we expected!

Brock doesn’t know which way is up, but he knows which way is the front … as in Adam Roebuck running in front of him and squashing him in the corner with a running splash. It goes from bad to worse for the likes of the Milwaukee made man but he gets taken out of his shoes with a discus clothesline from Huber!

DDK:
And Derrick Huber calls that the Money Line! Huber goes for a cover and the titles with this pin!

One …

Two …

No!!!

The count gets interrupted with a boot from Pat Cassidy! He gets into it with Huber and wants to fight with him, but the official tells the hot-headed Pat to get back to the corner. Huber tells Pat to get out of the way and that allows him to throw a leg drop into Brock’s chest. 

DDK:
The House have just dominated since taking early control from The Saturday Night Specials! They are trying to make the most of this title match! 

Huber grabs Brock and then holds him open with an abdominal stretch. The crowd cheers for Brock. Pat wants into the match but as the official warns him about jumping into the mat again, the crowd show mixed boos and cheers for the House when Roebuck grabs Huber and helps for leverage with the abdominal stretch! 

Lance:
That move is as old-school as old-school can get! I’d have to call it a little questionable, but the House said themselves on Uncut. They have a lot of tread on the tires in their career and you gotta do what you can for the gold! 

Roebuck lets go before the official can turn around. Huber decides that he’s had enough of the submission game and then doubles over Brock for fireman’s carry. He tries to run and set up Brock for a move called the Money Roll but Brock moves to get off his shoulders behind him. Huber turns and then tries to go for another big Money Line but Brock ducks the moves. He comes back and then gets taken over with a running overhead belly to belly suplex! 

DDK:
Wow I can’t believe Brock pulled that suplex off! He’s got a chance to make it to Pat Cassidy!

Lance:
But look! Huber ended up in the corner for Roebuck to tag his partner! 

Roebuck sees the chance for a tag and then steps into the ring to go after Brock. Brock is almost there, but Adam grabs him by the leg and then pulls him to his feet. Roebuck strikes Brock with a shot to the chest and then tries a power bomb … but Brock makes with punches until he slips out and then Roebuck with a big super kick! 

DDK:
Roebuck gets super kicked back into that corner! And now Pat gets the tag that Brock needed! 

The crowd goes antsy in the pants for “Black Out” when he steps into the ring. Roebuck gets one Splash of Jameson in the corner and another that rattles the big monster of The House! He still does not go down right away after the super kick from Brock and the two splashes in the corner, but Pat gets a running start off the ropes  and takes Roebuck down with a stiff flying clothesline!

DDK:
Pat finally knocks Roebuck off his feet  Can Pat put this one to bed? 

One …

Two …

No!!!

Lanc:
What a kick out from Adam Roebuck! The Saturday Night Specials want to keep the titles, but the House are hanging on! They want one more run on top before they head to Brazen! 

Pat readies up his finishing move. He jumps up and then tries to hit the Irish Goodbye … but the funny thing is that Roebuck catches him before he can pull off the reverse STO and then pulls Pat into his arms with the Bottom Dealing! 

DDK:
Bottom Dealing! The walking scoop powerslam comes out before Pat can hit the Irish Goodbye! I think the SNS could say goodbye to the titles! 

Roebuck covers, both legs and all!

One …

Two …

But Brock Newbludd comes out of nowhere to break up the pin with a flying elbow drop!

DDK:
Wow! What a big risk! Brock just broke up that fall before we might have had new champions! 

Brock doesn’t follow Roebuck rolling to the corner but he should have because Huber tags in. He runs and knocks Brock down with a big slam and then takes Pat to the corner. He gets him up seated on the top rope and then tries for his signature muscle buster finisher known as the Odds Are Against You! He has Pat on his shoulders … but at the last second Pat punches his way free to Huber has to drop him and then Pat uses a snap head butt against Huber to put him back in their corner! 

Lance:
The tag to Brock! Both men are setting this up, we know what comes next! 

Brock comes in and goes up top for Pat to elevate Huber for a piledriver. They get a “Chug! Chug! Chug!” chant and then leaps off … 

DDK:
The Keg Stand! That’s going to do it! 

Brock makes the cover with Pat running to keep Roebuck on the apron so he can’t help his partner! 

One …

Two …

Three!!!

DING DING DING

♫ “Drink” by Alestorm ♫

Darren Quimbey:
Your winners and still your DEFIANCE Wrestling Unified tag team champions … THE SSSSSSSSSSS NNNNNNNNNN SSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Brock and Pat both look like they have been through a war with the veteran tag team but they retrieve their tag titles from the official and celebrate. 

DDK:
I have to say … The House joined DEFIANCE Wrestling primarily as trainers and coaches for our growing Brazen brand, but I have to say after how this match went I think there’s definitely something in the tank if Derrick Huber and Adam Roebuck choose to continue their in-ring careers. 

Lance:
100%. They still got it as the fans might say, but the Saturday Night Specials have been one of the most effective tag team pairings we’ve seen in DEFIANCE Wrestling and there’s a reason they are at the top of the heap! 

Adam Roebuck comes inside to help his tag team partner up. Huber holds onto his neck and the SNS get ready since they don’t know what their opponents are going to do. Roebuck and Huber give them a show of respect by nodding (even when it hurts Huber to nod right now). Cassidy and Newbludd offer much of the same and thank them for the match off the microphone. 

DDK:
Show of respect by both teams tonight. Like I said if they want to continue then I think the fans are going to want to see more of the House! 

Lance:
We’ll see what the future holds for the twenty year veterans! 

Roebuck helps Huber out of the ring and the champs remain in the ring standing tall. 

With The Saturday Night Specials still in the ring, a gingerly-moving Pat Cassidy calls for a mic from a ringside worker. Cassidy motions for the SNS theme song to be cut before raising the mic up to his mouth.

Pat Cassidy:
Rough night at the office, huh? But at the end of it… your boys here are still the tag team champions.

Pat and Brock each hold up a belt to a moderate cheer of approval. 

Pat Cassidy:
But as we’re not the type to rest on our…

Cassidy blinks. He turns to look at Brock.

Pat Cassidy:
Say… what the hell is a “laurel” anyway?

Brock moves in closer to the mic.

Brock Newbludd:
I believe that’s when you only use your mouth, Pat.

Pat Cassidy:
Oh, right. Anyway… it’s time for the next challenge, am I right? That’s what champs do. They fight all comers. They don’t rest. They don’t whine. They don’t complain. And so it’s time for the next team to step up to the plate and get knocked clear outta the park by The Saturday Night Specials. You guys catch that Pop Culture Phenoms vs. Los Tres Titanes match at the Pay Per View? Hell of a contest, no?

Cassidy looks to the crowd who confirm that yes - it was a great match. Cassidy tosses the mic to Brock.

Brock Newbludd:
It was a hell of a fight, buddy, and I’ll raise a glass to both teams for it. That being said, I think we can all agree that having that match in a shitty draw was just that. Shitty. 

Cassidy nods his head in agreement as Newbludd makes his way over to the nearest corner and climbs up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Looking out to the crowd, he raises the mic back up.

Brock Newbludd:
Now, here we sit. Champions with no challengers. And as much as I enjoy beating up teams like The House or Hallmark Journey, that shit can get old pretty fast. We need number one contenders. We want to fight the best, and it's as simple as that. Not having one is a problem for everyone.

Brock hops off the turnbuckle and begins to walk towards the stage side of the ring.

Brock Newbludd:
And your boys here, we like to tackle our problems head on. We eliminate problems. While I’m sure the suits in the back are in the middle of hatching a really mediocre plan to figure all this shit out, I think this is something best left to the champs.

Newbludd rests his forearms on the top rope and focuses his attention to the stage.

Brock Newbludd:
So, what’d we like to have right now is for LTT and PCP to come down here to the ring. We’re going to hash this shit out right here, right now.

"I’M TROUBLE AND YOU WANTING IT!"

♫ “Giants” by Little V ♫

The new roaring entrance of Los Tres Titanes blasts over the PA and out come… well, duh, fucking Los Tres Titanes! “The Most Interesting High Flyer in the World” Minute along with his giant compadre, “The Titan of Industry” Uriel Cortez both wearing… well, not suits for tonight. Both men brandish the new LTT “Towering Over The Competition” shirt and get cheers from the crowd before they head to the ring. 

DDK:
Los Tres Titanes answering the call of Saturday Night Specials first! A lot of history and friendship between these two teams since last DEFCON when they helped Los Tres Titanes earn back their intellectual property of the Sky High Titans name from Tom Morrow. 

Lance:
Not to mention earning five minutes alone with Morrow and giving him the beating he deserved. 

The exciting luchador Minute climbs to the ropes, then leaps to one rope, then the adjacent rope before backflipping into the ring! Uriel nods to Brock and Pat and then steps over the ropes. The two teams share camaraderie by bumping fists before their music cuts. Uriel and Minute look out to the crowd. 

Uriel Cortez:
How the hell are you people tonight? 

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Minute waves to encourage more cheers. 

Minute:
Brock. Pat. How’re things, mi amigos?

Brock Newbludd:
Soy un buen hombre. Quiero una cerveza.

♫ “Live For The Night” by Krewella ♫

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

The Faithful erupt once again, but this time with less R's, more A’s, and equal H’s. Lights of magenta and cyan dance around the arena as Flex Kruger this time leads the way out, wearing a black bow-tie suit with the arms ripped off to show off The Assets™. Following him closely is The D, wearing an expensive looking black three-piece suit and Elise Ares in a matching designer evening gown with what appears to be a Louis Vuitton logo printed in gold in the bottom corner of her clear protective face mask. 

DDK:
This tag team division might be the most competitive that DEFIANCE has ever seen, Lance. I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard back-to-back-to-back RAH’s from the Faithful, who are just DYING to see how this all shakes out… and to be honest with you, I am too!

Lance:
This is just a PRIME example of the tag team ReVolution that’s taking over DEFIANCE right now!

Flex and The D open the ropes on the apron for Elise Ares who enters the ring with a sultry swagger that only she can do. Spinning a microphone around in her hand between her fingers, she smirks as the music cuts before being flanked by Flex Kruger and The D.

Elise Ares:
Hey BBY! We were told to dress to impress and I gotta say... 

She looks up at Los Tres Titanes shaking her head in disappointment.

Elise Ares:
Ew. Not impressed with whatever THIS is. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT…

Elise then smiles as she takes a look over at the Saturday Night Specials and licks her lips.

Elise Ares:
Que tal eso, eh?! Aye yi yi! Those are nice belts you have there, you mind if I take them off...

The D grabs the mic before she can finish and she looks back at him shocked before getting all pouty.

The D:
But… they’re just in their gear. I mean they literally just wrestled in a match. They’re going to be so sticky too and I’m pretty sure one of them is taken-en-Oh, you were talking about the tag team titles… Right. 

The D puts on his game face and turns back to the SNS.

The D:
We want those.

Flex Kruger’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he snatches the mic from The D.

Flex Kruger:
They JUST said we should be in the back hatching a plan to figure all this out! We’re in suits. SUITS! Where’s our plan!? HELLO?! Let’s go make a plan!

He tries to turn around and walk away but The D and Elise quickly cut him off and try to talk him into staying in the ring. Flex gives some resistance at first but eventually relents and is convinced to stay in the ring. Confusion sets in for all three teams before a voice of reason cuts through the chaos.

Lance:
God bless Flex.

DDK:
Everyone...

Pat Cassidy:
Hey. HEY! Listen. Gonna make it real simple. Talk real slow here. Brock and I got a lot of respect for all the people in this ring. We aren’t dealing with Morrow’s goons, or weird secret society psychos, or any of that BS. I look around here and I see competeriors. I see people who can give us a hell of a fight. I respect that. WE respect that. And so the question I have to ask, after your number one contenders match ended all wishy-washy, is… which team is gonna be bringing that fight?

Uriel and Minute look to one another then The Titan of Industry turns to the champs.

Uriel Cortez:
I think we can definitely agree on all of that. Brock, Pat, we’ve been friends for a long while. You’ve let us make some nice pocket change at Ballyhoo Brew selling our beers. You helped us get five minutes alone with that piece of shit Tom Morrow. But as we all know, friendship stops when it comes to those titles. 

He gestures to the titles that both SNS members hold up. 

Uriel Cortez:
It has been almost two years since Minute and I have been able to fight for those Unified Tag Titles. We had those belts and thanks to Morrow helping The Comments Section fuck us right out of those belts… we haven’t had one shot since. We’ve dealt with every number of assholes, BFTA assholes, Kabal assholes, asshole-assholes… until we had the chance to fight for those again. That time is now. 

Minute agrees. 

Minute:
Si. All of us? Friends. But with those titles?  Sin amigos. None of what we went through is your fault… but us, taking those titles from you? You CAN blame us for that. 

A loud “oooooooh” rings through the crowd before the D and Elise Ares have heard enough. 

The D:
Whoa whoa whoa, CUT! Take five, Minutes. You are looking at the GREATEST Tag Team Champions in the history of DEFIANCE, do you really need us to try and sell ourselves more than we already have? Because if you are, we are totally willing to do that.  300 plus days as champs, multiple SEG award winners, multiple DEFY winners, multiple tag team reigns, shaved Jack Harmen’s head, HELL, Elise carried a SKID MARK to greatness for three weeks! But in the end, the only proper way to tell the story of Elise Ares and the D, is through an autobiographical musical...

The Leading Lady of DEFIANCE gestures to the sky.

Elise Ares:
Picture this. A technical master-mind who takes in this totes beautiful bombshell and teaches her the ins-and-outs of sports entertainment. Then, together, they conquer the wrestling world and become the greatest tag team this planet has EVER SEEN! 

Then The D motions towards the Faithful.

The D:
Plus you’ve never beaten us before, do you really think these people will ever see you on our level until you do? I don’t.

The D just smiles as the SNS.

The D:
When it comes to tag teams in DEFIANCE, there’s the Pop Culture Phenoms… and then there’s everyone else. Don’t believe us? Go look at the record books. 344 DAYS AS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.

Flex Kruger:
Scoreboard.

Ares steps forward again and struts across the imaginary line dividing them all before approaching the Saturday Night Specials.

Elise Ares:
Plus… eh… let’s be honest, you boys look pretty good with those belts on, but have you seen me in gold? I think the Faithful need a reminder of who runs this place. The Queen has come back for her crown. So, if you boys would do the honors and dismiss the imposters among us tonight, let’s see if you can hang with the best.

The Queen of Sports Entertainment Style bites her lip with a little smirk. Uriel, for his part, rolls his eyes. 

Uriel Cortez:
She’s right, we can get rid of the imposters right now… 

The giant steps right over Elise, which gets a pop, then turns back to face the champs with Minute at his side. 

Uriel Cortez:
Because you’re looking the best. The ones who didn’t need to steal Minute’s mask to win the titles. 

The D and Elise look at each other. If you can read lips, the D says “I forgot I had that.” and Elise replies with “He’s wearing a mask?”

Uriel Cortez:
The team that beat them right back for those titles you hold now… and the team that would beat YOUR asses for a record-setting reign number three! 

Flex Kruger:
Scoreboard!

The D:
You aren’t supposed to scoreboard them when they say something! And whatever, Big and Tall Men’s Wearhouse Spokesman, we’ve beaten you, too! I’ll get on stilts and headbutt you RIGHT NOW--

But before the party escalates further… 

Pat Cassidy:
Hey, HEY! Yeah. We get it. We all wanna win. We all want the gold. 

Cassidy turns to look at his partner.

Pat Cassidy:
Looks like we got ourselves a pickle, buddy. Do we face the cast of the movie Twins…

Pat motions to Los Tres Titanes, who don’t look thrilled with the reference. The D sees it and starts pre-production. Cassidy turns to Ares and The D.

Pat Cassidy:
...or do we give the title shot to Lady and the Tramp?

PCP look equally insulted - even if they’re not 100% sure who is who in that comparison. 

Brock Newbludd:
Flex, what are we looking at for a score, bud?

Kruger just stares blankly back at Newbludd since he wasn’t actually keeping score.

Brock Newbludd:
Fantastic. Let’s just say it’s a draw. Everyone’s great and everyone’s friends here but let’s face it guys, and gal, there’s only two people in this ring hanging onto gold. And that’s us, the champions. Being that we’re the champions, I think we’re the only ones who can really decide how this is all going to go down. Lucky for everyone, I think I’ve got the perfect idea. 

Everyone turns their attention to Newbludd as he makes his way over to his partner. Standing shoulder to shoulder with his partner, Brock grins and raises the microphone back up.

Brock Newbludd:
Since we have so much respect for all of our friends standing in front of us here, and since it seems like you guys are just itching to rip these belts away from us, I think it would only be fair if we kicked the shit out of all of you. That’s right dudes, I’m proposing a little three way action. And not just any old three-way match, let’s make this thing special. Let’s make this... a ladder match!

The crowd lets out a roar of approval and Newbludd focuses on Kruger.

Brock Newbludd:
Flex?

Flex Kruger:
Scoreboard!

Pat Cassidy:
Ladders! Well, then. That’s a hell of an idea. We just fight everyone, huh? What do you people think?

Cassidy turns to The Faithful, who roar their approval.

Pat Cassidy:
Sounds friggin great to me, boys. And while it’s pretty clear we all at least sorta respect each other here, it’s also pretty clear that the gloves come off when the belts are on the line, right? Sounds like we all get that? So, in that spirit, I guess the time for talking is over…

Cassidy looks around the ring, making eye contact with every person one by one. He ends by looking at his fellow Saturday Night Special.

Pat Cassidy:
...let’s get this party started.

Without warning, Cassidy turns and nails Uriel Cortez with a right hand! At the same time, Brock levels The D! There’s only half a second for this to register before a full on donnybrook breaks out in the ring! Elise is in shock while Minute looks around, shrugs, and then shoves Elise down to the mat, but then gets subject to Flex attacking him! 

DDK:
And all hell has broken loose on DEFtv! 

Lance:
That’s right! All three of these teams are top-tier in DEFIANCE! They want to be Unified Tag Team Champions! 

Brock throws The D into a corner but when he runs at him, the quick-footed member of DEFIANCE throws a knee up in the corner to catch him before The D comes back with chops and punches of his own! Flex holds Minute long enough for Elise to get up and slap him across his masked face before tackling him and then throwing right hands of her own! Flex is yelling “CAT FIGHT!” during all this while Cassidy throws blows to Uriel in the corner! He winds back up… 

THWACK!

But one MASSIVE chop from DEFIANCE’s Deadliest Hands knocks Pat flat on his back! Uriel lets out a roar at Unified Tag Team Champion, then ragdolls him to his feet. Pat surprises Uriel with a headbutt! The two continue to fight as DEFSec rushes into the ring, led by Wyatt Bronson! Elise and Minute keep fighting, along with Brock and The D in one corner while Pat continues coming back at Cortez, only to get the two-handed CHOP OF AGES across the chest with another big THWACK! 

DDK:
What a match that’s going to be! It’s been such a long time since the titles have been defended against more than one team simultaneously! But in a ladder match?

LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

DDK:
Folks, we gotta cut away since this is breaking down. We’re gonna try and get some order restored, but we’ll be back!

The fights STILL continue even with DEFSec trying to get things together as the show moves on. 

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

♫ She’s Gone Away - Nine Inch Nails♫

The group is headed by Teresa Ames in the front and Stalker to her right followed by Scrow, and the despondent Rezin next to him. To the left of her Victor Vacio, the new Reaper Green, Tyler Fuse and Princess Desire. Looming behind Teresa is the newest member of the group Rick Dickulous towering over Teresa. Each member has respective street clothes except Rezin, clad in his black cape of doom, and Rick who are still in their ring gear from earlier in the night. Scrow stands next to Crimson Stalker, with black jeans and no shirt and the Southern Heritage Championship around his waist with his leather coat.

Teresa leads the group to the ring.

DDK:
Well, it appears we are going to be graced by The Kabal collectively here tonight.

Lance:
At Acts of DEFIANCE, they lost one title and gained another, Stalker was rescued from the hands of The Guardians, and Rick Dickulous seemed to be the newest cult member.

The Kabal reaches the ring, and each member enters the ring in their own way. The Faithful with a chorus of jeering toward the group as they take a position in the middle of the ring.

DDK:
Not to mention Crimson Lord making his appearance at Acts, and judging by his introduction he may be one of the men in this Cerberus pulling this group's strings in the shadows.

Lance:
I have to agree with you there, but there are a lot of questions as to why he is even associated with this group.

DDK:
Let’s not forget apparently there are two other members in the shadows. Which leads you to wonder if Jessica is another head? Who was unveiled to be the daughter of this Mr. Fear. That was another bombshell unveiled at Acts.

Lance:
Yea, and let's not forget this guy named The Guided Hand. Could he or she be another huge bombshell? Have we seen this person yet? And after the events of last night who knows.

Teresa Ames:
Oh BOY! What a freakin NIGHT last night was!? AM I RIGHT?!?!

The Faithful let out an onslaught of boos as Teresa Ames points out the perfect False Hero destroyer, that in the pet she also has on a leash, Crimson Stalker. The man who is set to bring DEFIANCE to its utter knees.

Teresa Ames:
Last night was just a TASTE of what The Kabal has in store for you, DEFIANCE! Mr. Fear has tasked me with ensuring that my pet eats through all OF YOUR favourite Heroes ONE by ONE and that starts RIGHT at the damn TOP of DEFIANCE. We won’t stop there… not until ALL of DEFIANCE is swarmed in our DARKNESS!

Like an actress playing the role of the dramatic and high pitched mad woman, she tosses the microphone to Tyler Fuse who doesn’t seem interested in speaking as he hands the microphone directly to Scrow. Meanwhile, Teresa Ames flips her attention to her phone while she sits on the top turnbuckle and strokes her pet’s bald head while The Kabal’s Mad Scientist has his turn on the mic and the Faithful make sure to let him have it.

Scrow:
Ya know….

YOUR BOOK SUCKS...CLAP...CLAP...CLAP x3

Scrow stops as he just stares out into the Faithful. He lets them get it out of their system and tries again.

Scrow:
Ya know….

YOUR BOOK SUCKS...CLAP...CLAP...CLAP x4

Scrow: [softly]
Shut up.

YOUR BOOK SUCKS...CLAP...CLAP...CLAP x4

Scrow:
Shut up.

YOUR BOOK SUCKS...CLAP...CLAP...CLAP x6

Scrow: [shouting]
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

YOUR BOOK SUCKS...CLAP...CLAP...CLAP x7

Scrow tries to get out of the ring and Rick restrains him. Scrow looks up at the big man and composes himself and with a grin toward the Faithful.

Scrow:
You neanderthals are just upset because Scrow made more money in one night than all of you in this place will ever make in your insignificant lives!

Jeering continues...

Scrow:
Now shut your mouths and listen to the man that put your precious Matt LaCroix to sleep!

The Kabal all chuckle but The Faithful just get louder. Scrow starts to pace in front of The Kabal.

Scrow:
Now Scrow is supposed to come out here and be like Dex Joy, [cheers], Matt LaCroix, [cheers], or maybe even Scott Douglas [loud cheers].

SUB-POP
SUB-POP
SUB-POP

Scrow:
Scrow guesses you guys expect him to defend this championship night after night right?

He looks down at the championship then back out into the Faithful with a loud “YES” chant.

Scrow:
Well, Scrow is not going to do that.

Yes, chants turn to jeers.

Scrow:
Why should Scrow give you people championship matches night after night? Frankly, none of you deserve it!

The Kabal agrees as Scrow smiles at them.

Scrow:
So henceforth, the only time you will see this championship defended is when Scrow gets a huge payday! Unfortunately for you simpletons who bought a ticket to a DEFTV or an Uncut you are shit out of luck!

YOU SUCK SCROW CLAP CLAP
YOU SUCK SCROW CLAP CLAP

Scrow:
Is that all the words you uneducated people have in your vocabulary?

FUCK YOU SCROW CLAP CLAP
FUCK YOU SCROW CLAP CLAP

Scrow:
Bunch of foul mouth children. So let's switch gears here. There was one travesty that happened at Acts of DEFIANCE that must be dealt with. Something that Mr. Lord and the rest of The Cerberus was done watching over the last three months.

DDK:
What is this all about?

Lance:
Guess we got our answer Crimson Lord is a part of these nutcases.

Scrow looks over at the waist of Rezin.

Scrow:
The Favored Saints Championship!

Rezin, the former holder of the aforementioned Favoured Saints Championship, has been sitting in the corner and moping to himself this entire time. Now he notices all the attention in the ring turning to him and looks up with that slightly vacant "who, me?" look on his face.

Scrow turns fully to face him.

Scrow:
Because of you, now Scrow has to worry about Kerry Kuroyama!

Chants of Kerry start, but not as loud. Rezin’s gloom now becomes full-on confusion as he pulls himself back to his feet and approaches Scrow.

Scrow:
Because of YOU not holding onto that championship you now have put the Southern Heritage Championship at risk of being taken away from The Kabal. {looks over at the camera with a whisper} Which will happen over his dead body. {looks back at Rezin} So now what is next for The Escape Artist?

Rezin sighs deep and depressingly, looking shamefully down at his feet. Then he shakes his head.

Rezin:
...I’m sorry. The answer to that question escapes even this artist. I guess the only thing left for me is to just continue living on in this constant state of decay, forever dwelling on the failures of my existence… until sweet oblivion comes.

The Goat Bastard dramatically holds his clenched fist near his heart as he looks appealingly skyward. Nobody in the ring looks interested in giving him any sympathy.

Scrow:
Riiiiggghhhtt….Do you ever wonder why you were locked out of the cave?

Rezin wonders that same question, now getting up in Scrow’s personal space.

Rezin:
Is it because I am DOOM incarnate, an ever-present reminder of the futility of our labours and sacrifices, and the emptiness of our own triumphs? Is it because I am being shunned for my failures?

Scrow:
…… No… The Cerberus are unhappy with you, so here is a message from them.

Scrow turns around and Rick haymakers Rezin in the back of the head sending him careening to Victor Vacio who connects with a stiff uppercut that ragdolls The Escape Artist directly into a superkick from Reaper Green. The rest of the group assaults Rezin as he hits the mat with a sickening thud, Scrow turns his back and just leans on the top rope looking out into the fans. Teresa is now taking selfies with her back to Rezin being completely decimated behind her.

DDK:
THE KABAL HAVE TURNED ON REZIN!

Lance:
I don’t believe what I am seeing, and neither can the fans in the Wrestleplex!

DDK:
This Cerberus which clearly Crimson Lord is a part of are making an example out of Rezin for losing the Favoured Saints Championship. Crimson has never liked people failing him, this has his handprints all over it!

Scrow turns around surprised Rezin is face-first on the mat, nearly unconscious. Scrow takes the belt off and hands it to Teresa, while he motions for Victor and Tyler to pick him up.

DDK:
Rezin can barely stand here...OH Raven’s Call! Rezin is out!

Ames hands the title back to Scrow who throws it over his shoulder and stands over Rezin and raises the championship in the air with the rest of the Kabal next to him. Teresa is in front of the group and clicks another selfie of her and The Kabal behind her.

♫ She’s Gone Away - Nine Inch Nails♫

The jeering is deafening in the Wrestleplex as The Kabal stare down one last time at Rezin, before exiting the ring. Scrow is the last one to leave staring down at the former Favoured Saints Champion, only to catch a couple chants in the crowd inbetween the boos of a faint chant of…

KERRY IS GONNA KILL YOU!

Scrow snarls at the crowd, and spits on Rezin before exiting the ring and following behind The Kabal.

Lance:
Rezin has been left beaten and unconscious in the ring. Is this a sign that the Kabal might be tightening their leash on members failing to accomplish their objectives?

DDK:
Whatever it is, Rezin never deserved this.

Backstage, the focus goes to the team of the House. Derrick Huber and Adam Roebuck sit in the locker room, sweaty and beat up after their tag team match earlier in the night. They clearly showed in the ring they may still have something to offer but at the present time it was the Saturday Night Specials on top of the tag team mountain. 

Adam Roebuck:
How’s your neck, Slick?

Huber winces after applying an ice pack after suffering the effects of the Keg Stand earlier in the night to get put away by the SNS. 

Derrick Huber:
Honestly, my friend … nothing this ice pack, some beer and a little time off won’t cure. Heh. 

Adam Roebuck:
I’m feeling it, too. We showed something out there tonight but hey. I’m looking forward to putting some young punks through their paces. 

Derrick Huber:
Heh. Right. 

As the two veterans and now coaches of the Brazen roster continue to sit back on the bench in the locker room, they both dart their heads to the door when they see it kicked open and not one but two giant men come their direction. Roebuck sits up first and Huber right after. The two big men have to look right up at the twins they helped break into the business. Max and Mason Luck! Tom Morrow is right behind them. 

Tom Morrow:
You listen here, you giant has-beens! I’ll …  

Mason Luck:
TOM!

Morrow stops when Mason shakes his head. 

Mason Luck:
Let us handle this one. 

Mason stomps towards the pair as the camera backs up in the locker room to catch all the mass in the frame. 

Mason Luck:
So … you’re the masters huh? Did I hear that right Max?

Max Luck:
Yeah, that’s what I heard … but Max, what I saw and what I heard were two different things. I didn’t see the two big, bad unstoppable monsters that helped us break into this business. I saw…

He stops when Adam Roebuck gets in his face.

Adam Roebuck:
What, Max? Tell me what you saw out there and I’ll be happy to tell you where I’m going to put my fucking boot.

Derrick stands up. 

Derrick Huber:
Adam … no.

Mason looks at Derrick.

Mason Luck:
What, Derrick? The great Big Slick got nothing to say for once? The great House? The masters right? All the tag team titles you’ve won across the world.

He looks at Max and speaks with a mock whiny voice.

Mason Luck:
Awww darn we lost, Roebuck! Time to ride into the sunset. Byezzies!

Derrick Huber:
Kid, respectfully, for what your grandfather did for our careers, I’m not even going to tell you to shut your whiny fucking mouth. We tried for one last shot at the gold before we did what we were hired to do by DEFIANCE Wrestling and that’s train and coach. Things don’t work out.

He looks right past the giants to Tom Morrow.

Derrick Huber:
He was there first hand to see it. You learned at Acts of DEFIANCE that sometimes you don’t win ‘em all.

Mason and Max both laugh. 

Tom Morrow:
I hear excuses from the House. I know who you both are. You really are impressive. Over fifteen tag team titles in this sport. That’s amazing. But … what I heard on Uncut was that you guys were the masters and the Lucky Sevens were the students? You two care to back that up? Say … in a DEFIANCE Wrestling ring? 

Max Luck:
Yeah, Derrick! Show us something! Come on! 

Mason Luck:
I know you saw what I did to Rezin … he got destroyed by one of the Main Event Monsters and if you faced us, you would, too. 

Derrick emphatically shakes his head. 

Derrick Huber:
You both know why that’s not going to happen. We promised Winston … you know, your grandfather … that we weren’t going to wrestle you after that time I almost dropped Mason on his head in training. You remember that right? 

He taps at a particular scar on the right head of Mason. 

Derrick Huber:
The one match we ever had as a team… a power bomb that almost ended your career before it even began. I busted you wide open. Winston was pissed at us. We’ve kept that word to this day and we aren’t about to stop now. More importantly, after tonight … I told you kid. We’re done. 

Mason wants to say something next but Morrow jumps in for them. 

Tom Morrow:
COWARDS!!!! THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE! COW … 

This time Max thankfully stops Morrow from talking with a hand on his shoulder. Mason touches the scar. 

Mason Luck:
Oh I remember. I never forgot, Derrick, You’re telling me that the great House can wrestle for titles, but they’re scared of little old us? 

Mason looks at his former trainers. 

Mason Luck:
After what we have accomplished in the ring in DEFIANCE Wrestling and all the bodies we’ve piled up lately, you two should be afraid. Let’s go, Max. 

Max and Mason stare their former trainers down. 

Max Luck:
This isn’t over. 

Both Mason and Max walk away for now. When Tom Morrow realizes he’s alone with two big men that could still take him, he realizes this and leaves with the twins.  Huber frowns. 

Derrick Huber:
So they’re happy to see us. That’s what I took from that. 

Roebuck only replies with an annoyed grunt. 

Faux light bulbs flicker as The Faithful gaze upon the ramp way. It must be the entrance of someone special.

♫ “ATTENTION ATTENTION” by Shinedown ♫

Darren Quimbey:
This singles match is set for a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first…

The anticipatory boos begin to reign down as a skinny figure walks out on stage followed by a muscular one but it takes everyone a second to recognize it isn’t Malak Garland.

Darren Quimbey:
Being accompanied to the ring by Cyrus Bates, representing The Comments Section, THURSTON HUNTER!

Thurston looks ready for a street fight as he throws some mock punches at the camera with his heavily taped fists. Cyrus Bates stoically and silently stalks behind the alleged lethal weapon.

Thurston Hunter:
Oh yeahhhhh, who gonna get street fighted today? I’m ready. I’m ready to knock em out and bruise em up. Next time I’mma get my own theme song. Mal promised me that.

DDK:
Well folks, up next we have a match at the request of The Comments Section. Apparently Thurston has hounded Malak for a huge singles run so he can “showcase” his skills.

Lance:
So, at their request to the Favored Saints, it would appear Thurston has gotten his wish.

Thurston slaps his weak pectorals as an intimidation tactic. Not too hard though, of course. He doesn’t want to injure himself before his big match.

DDK:
With all due respect, this is DEFIANCE. This is the home of hard hitting wrestling so why do the Favored Saints pander to Malak Garland and his band of misfit snowflakes by booking these goons in matches?

Bates parades around the outside and even gives Thurston a few words of friendly advice before Hunter climbs into the ring. Bates is in street clothes and features a fanny pack around his waist for some reason.

Lance:
Well maybe Thurston and other members of The Comments Section need to experience a few pummelings before their demands finally diminish.

♫ “Wake Up” by Rage Against the Machine ♫

The droning and flickering of guitars fills the DEFplex as the crowd roars for their beloved God-Beast, who slowly emerges at the center of the entrance, flanked by his long-time advocate, Eddie Dante.

DDK:
Mushigihara of course just recently reunited with former tag team partner David Fox, under the new name The Dangerous Mix, and while their first match as a team in eight years was successful at Acts of DEFIANCE, both men are in singles competition.

As the calm bass riff vibrates through the venue, Mushi stands solemnly, staring daggers into his prey in the ring. The God-Beast walks to the ring as the fans watch with bated breath.

Darren Quimbey:
Introducing his opponent, he is the GOD-BEAST, MUSHIGIHARA!

Mushi climbs into the ring, never wavering his stare from his pencil necked opponent.

DING DING

Pretending not to be scared, Thurston walks right up to Mushigihara, pokes him in the chest and delivers a few choice words to his foe.

DDK:
I think Thurston Hunter might have a death wish here.

Mushi violently grabs Hunter and plants him to the canvas with a vicious uranage!

Lance:
WOW! He killed him. I think he killed him.

Mushi covers Thurston who doesn’t move an inch.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Darren Quimbey:
The winner of this match, MUSHIGIHARA!

Realizing it’s over before it begins, Cyrus Bates jumps into the ring to check on his partner. Thurston is hurt badly but he’s able to roll onto his back as Mushi gets his arm raised by the referee.

DDK:
That was a showcase, alright, a showcase for Mushigihara with an impressive win.

Lance:
Not only that but that uranage looked dangerous!

Bates snarls as he turns his attention to Mushi who still has his back turned to the Bellicose Brawler. Bates reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out a pair of brass knucks he quickly fashions.

DDK:
Look out!

Somehow, Mushi’s spidey sense tingles as he’s able to turn and duck the swinging Cyrus Bates! Mushigihara catches Cyrus on the return with a uranage despite Bates attempting to block it!

Lance:
DOWN GOES BATES! DOWN GOES BATES!

DDK:
Did you see that!? Bates tried to block the uranage but Mushi simply OVERPOWERED him!

Bates holds the back of his neck, stunned as the brass knuckles went flying off his fingertips upon impact. Of course, Thurston is of no use as he rolled out of the ring, out cold.

DDK:
Mushi looking mighty impressive here! That uranage might be a useful new tool in his arsenal!

Mushigihara stands tall over Bates as the broadcast fades to commercial.

Take a look back at the TWO time FIST of DEFIANCE, Oscar Burns!

The scene opens to a frantic Wrestle Plex, the fans know what’s next and Darren Quimbey stands in the center of the ring.

Darren Quimbey:
It’s time for the main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing two-hundred pounds… he is the gamer of many nicknames and he definitely does not hail from NORTH CAROLINA! He is The Video Game Kid… The Power-Up King… The Ultimate Gamer and the self-dubbed LOCKER ROOM LEADER…

!RANK
!RANK
!RANK

Darren Quimbey:
CONOR FUUUUUUSE!!

♫ “King DeDeDe Remix Theme” from Kirby’s Dream Land ♫

The fans erupt at the upbeat theme and Conor Fuse wastes no time, shooting out from behind the curtain, keeping the energy alive while cheering on the !RANK chants.

DDK:
One of the biggest matches of Conor Fuse’s career coming up, that’s for sure.

Fuse marches down the rampway, all fired up in his lime green ring attire. Once at the apron, Conor performs his usual jump onto the edge of the ring and then clears the ropes with another jump, flawlessly landing in a ball, rolling forward and popping up in the center of the mat.

Darren Quimbey:
And his opponent, from Wellington, New Zealand… weighing in at two-hundred-thirty-seven pounds… he is The Team Graps Cap… he is The Technical Spectacle… “TWISTS AND TURNS” OSCAR BURNS!

♫ “Raise Your Flag” by MAN WITH A MISSION ♫

And without a word, the fans go… MIXED! Loud cheers and loud jeers! Standing out on the stage, the former two-time FIST of DEFIANCE “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns heads out and raises an index finger in the air for The Faithful! He yells at the camera in front of him.

Oscar Burns:
I’M GONNA SHOW YOU WHO THE REAL LOCKER ROOM LEADER IS, CONOR!

With that, Burns charges to the ring with quickness. Once Burns reaches, he walks up the steps and across the apron before wiping his feet on the apron and heading inside. The Technical Spectacle eyes Conor and nods to his direction before both men back off…

DING DING

The bell can’t even be heard over the ruckus of !RANK and WE LIKE GRAPS chants. Conor walks to the center of the canvas and asks Burns to meet him there. Big Match Burns, obviously, agrees.

The two stand face-to-face. Conor has a confident look, Burns more subdued but ready to go.

DDK:
They lock up!

Initially, both men are even until Burns lowers his base and pushes back up, moving Fuse into a corner and some of the crowd gives (a little) boo. However, as referee Benny Doyle asks Burns to break the hold, The Technical Spectacle obliges and backs away clean. Conor nods like he knew this would be a tough go and both men meet in the middle for a test of strength.

Lance:
The fans are hot, Keebs and these two have barely touched each other!

Again, both men are at a stand still until Burns lowers his base and pushes up. This allows Oscar the strength to work Conor into the corner again but once more, Doyle asks for a break and Burns gives it to him.

A third lockup. However, this time when Burns lowers his base, Conor sweeps the leg, bounces off the ropes, leaps over Burns and hits the next set of ropes…

DDK:
Spinning slingblade!

!RANK-!RANK-!RANK

Fuse kip-ups. He hits Burns with a sitdown hip toss. Conor bounces off the ropes and connects with a missile dropkick that puts Burns down again! The fans are hot and Oscar…

Exits the ring to take a break as a couple more fans boo.

DDK:
Smart move by Burns. Not a popular one for the match flow but a smart one.

Lance:
Conor had a smart move too, a second ago. Burns had the upper hand on him twice in their lock ups and this time Fuse knew what he had to do. You know, the old fool me once kinda thing. Except this one was fool me thrice.

Burns slides back into the ring. He sidesteps Conor coming to him and latches onto The Ultimate Gamer’s waist. Burns drops Fuse on his head with a German suplex. The former FIST of DEFIANCE shows no mercy. He immediately crawls into position and hooks his arms around Conor again…

T-bone suplex.

Burns nods, knowing what he needs to do. He charges at Conor and cracks Fuse in the side of the face with a running knee. Burns deadlifts the younger Fuse and commences the knee strikes!

Lance:
Conor has to be careful! We know Fuse wants to wrestle at a fast and furious pace. Burns can keep up but Twists and Turns’ game is much more methodical. Plus, Burns hits hard. Only Blackwood and perhaps Henry Keyes can rival Burns with his striking abilities.

DDK:
Very true, Lance.

After Burns is done with his knee strikes, he sends Conor as hard as he possibly can into the turnbuckle. Fuse hits the buckle, flips around and all the way up it, as if he’s sitting on the top pad and then flips over and down, stumbling back-first to the center of the ring where he came from.

Belly-to-back release suplex.

Most of the fans cheer, although some of the heat in the early stages is taken out of the crowd. The Technical Spectacle cranks Conor with a European uppercut. This shot gets Conor down but The Video Game Kid shows no quit and is right back up to get another uppercut.

Back down.

Back up.

Back down.

Lance:
I believe Conor is “rallying” the troops by refusing to take his beating!

Each time Conor pops up, Burns looks a little more rattled and, if possible, seemingly hits Conor harder.

And harder. And harder.

DDK:
Fuse blocks the uppercut! He kicks Burns in the chest… tilt-a-whirl DDT!

The former Tag Team Champion is certainly on wobbly legs but stands nonetheless. He looks over at Burns and then into the crowd. Fuse grabs Burns and hurls Oscar into the ropes. Burns stops in his tracks when Conor leaves his feet, looking for another missile dropkick. This allows Oscar to snatch Conor by his green tights and work him into a half legged Boston crab.

DDK:
Conor is quickly into the ropes!

Burns breaks the hold immediately, showing good sportsmanship. He allows Conor to meet him in the center of the ring and smirks.

Oscar Burns:
Tap out, GC! You’re done!

But Conor disagrees! #9 TEFP ducks an uppercut attempt by Burns and bounces off the ropes. Burns looks for something similar but can’t get out of the way in time. Conor hits him with a crossbody block! Fuse pops to his feet, fires up the crowd and proceeds to stomp away on Burnsie with the HAPPY stomps of DOOM.

The Gamers !RANK alone with each boot.

!RANK !RANK !RANK

Lance:
This is Conor’s version of kneeing someone to death. He’s gonna walk a happy looking face and foot right through Oscar Burns!

!RANK !RANK MOTHERFUCKING !RA-

Burns blocks the boot, rolls into the middle of the ring and once Conor runs over, Burns stuns Fuse with a knee strike and then performs a jumping enzuigiri! 

Fuse shoots up into the air, flipping head-over-heels to the canvas. The Guru of Graps keeps the pain coming, sliding over to Conor and locking him into a modified scissored armbar! Fuse fights again, but before Burns can fully lock it in…

DDK:
Conor has the ropes!

Burns, this time, doesn’t break the hold until Benny Doyle counts ONE.

The former FIST is on his feet. He flips Conor to his and lands a falcon arrow suplex. Burns holds onto Fuse, looking to inflict more punishment.

DDK:
Back-Crack-A-Ma-Jig!

The belly-to-back suplex into a backbreaker. Conor shouts in pain while some of the crowd rallies behind Fuse and others keep cheering Oscar Burns. The DEFIANT Wrestler props Conor onto his knees and hits the ropes.

THUMP.

DDK:
Hard knee to the side of the head! Cover!

ONE. 

TWO.

THR--KICKOUT! 

DDK:
So close on that Back-Crack-A-Ma-Jig! Burns almost had Fuse! 

Burns tosses a dazed Conor into the ropes but it’s reversed at the last second. Burns hits the ropes, Conor jumps into the air and Burns can’t escape the hurricanrana into a pin!

ONE.

TWO.

KICKOUT!

Lance:
Oh that was a TERRIFIC call by Conor! So clever! Burns lost to that same move thanks to Gage Blackwood at ACTS of DEFIANCE!

Burns rolls to his knees, looking rather shocked, having to relive what happened at ACTS of DEFIANCE! Conor, meanwhile, is trying to catch his breath. The former FIST marches over, latches onto Conor’s back and hits another German suplex. Fuse refuses to stay down and this angers Burns. Burns takes three steps back and lunges forward.

CRACK!

DDK:
A SOLID hard-out headbutt by Burns!

Conor looks to be OUT. Burns turns to the crowd and waits for a response. He receives (mostly) cheers, but some jeers as well for his actions! 

Lance:
Very UNlike Oscar to ask for crowd approval! Get on with the match!

Burns takes a deep breath and then huffs out. He calls for a submission and positions himself over Conor. The crowd goes ballistic when Conor hits Burns with a codebreaker out of nowhere!

Both men are down. The Faithful are eating it up as they rumble their feet. There are cheers for Conor, there are cries for Oscar.

The ever-so-resilient Kiwi is the first one up. He blocks a Conor Fuse left palm to the side of the face and takes hold of Conor’s waist. A belly-to-belly suplex later and all of a sudden the gamer is in a vulnerable position!

DDK:
OH NO!!!

The entire arena is alive now as Oscar Burns has The Graps of Wrath I locked in on the canvas!

DDK:
CONOR HAS THE ROPES!

Indeed, he does. Benny Doyle asks for a break but this time Oscar Burns doesn’t let go until the count of THREE.

Lance:
I don’t know if you’ve realized but every time Conor hits the mat, no matter how bad of shape he’s in, Conor moves towards the ropes. Every time! We all know Conor is loaded with charisma but one of the underlying aspects no one talks about is how smart he CAN be inside the squared circle!

DDK:
Conor likes to act all cheerful and carefree but the guy knows, Lance. He knows who he’s up against.

Lance:
As Oscar stated, these two have fought before and in that previous match Conor broke out some crazy chain wrestling. Never thought he would hang with Burns like that.

By now, Oscar’s on his feet. He drags Conor to the center of the ring, looking to apply another submission…

Fuse rolls Burns up but doesn’t hook the legs! Instead, Conor merely uses the roll up to slide away and into the ropes again. The Video Game Kid pulls himself to a vertical base and sees Burns coming at him.

!RANK, Conor with a stiff palm shot to the side of Burns’ jaw.

GRAPS!, Burns with an uppercut in reply.

!RANK, palm shot by Conor.

GRAPS!, uppercut by Burns.

The two continue to go back and forth but every time Conor hits Burns, the !RANK chants are louder. With each new strike Burns hits on Conor, GRAP! chants mellow out.

...To the point the !RANK chants become loud cheers and the GRAPS chants become audible…

Boos.

Burns overtakes Conor, working the gamer into a corner. Burns Irish whips The Video Game Kid across the way and then comes racing in with another hardout headbutt.

Conor drops to the mat BEFORE Burns reaches him and Burns smacks his head off the turnbuckle! Conor pops up and whacks Oscar between the shoulder blades, tilts his head back and screams into the rafters.

Conor Fuse:
WEAPON GET!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

DDK:
CONOR WITH A HARDOUT HEADBUTT! And now with the Fruit Roll-Up pin!

ONE!

TWO!

 

KICKOUT!

Lance:
It’s only fitting The Ultimate Gamer would hit Burns with his move called THE FRUIT ROLL-UP!!

The air is sucked out of the arena but both men are on their feet. Burns looks HOT at the notion Conor took his own move (and almost beat him with it) but nevertheless, Oscar stays on track. He thumps Conor in the side of the head with a forearm smash, connects with an exploder suplex and calls for The Graps of Wrath II.

But first, Burns makes sure Conor’s in the middle of the ring-

Fuse wiggles free! Conor finds the ropes and crushes Burns with a superkick. The fans are ALIVE as they realize Fuse might have the match within his grasp!

The Video Game Kid walks to the ropes, grabs them and shakes them profusely while screaming “POWER-UP!”

DDK:
Burns is back on his feet… he runs towards Conor with a clothesline but NO, Conor hits the ropes- HEAD STOMP!! OH MY GOD CONOR GOT THE HEAD STOMP! I don’t believe what I’m seeing!

And immediately Fuse pearches himself on the top rope.

DDK:
SUPER SPLASH 450!!!

Lance:
MY GOD!!

ONE.

 

 

TWO.

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

The arena is BEDLAM as Conor Fuse slowly gets to his feet. It’s clear he’s been beaten up and even he hasn’t realized what’s happened just yet.

Darren Quimbey:
The winner of this match… CONOR FUUUUUSSSEEE!!!

Conor’s theme song blares on the PA as Benny Doyle raises Fuse’s hand. Conor looks at Benny as if to wonder if this is actually real.

DDK:
Conor Fuse DEFEATS “Twists and Turns” Oscar Burns!

Lance:
The biggest win of Conor’s career, that’s for sure!

Meanwhile, Burns recovers on the canvas. Oscar brushes a hand over his face, trying to piece together the last stages of the match. Fuse doesn’t celebrate much, if at all. He walks over to Burns and extends his hand.

Oscar looks up. The fans want Burns to grab the hand but the former FIST doesn’t. Instead, Burns merely glares at the man who beat him. The Ultimate Gamer backs away, knowing not to push his luck any further, although Conor points to his opponent, attempting to get the crowd to cheer Oscar on. Some do.

Lance:
What a hell of a main event, folks! What a hell of a week!

DDK:
We will see you next week on UNCUT and then two weeks from now for DEFtv 162 Nights One and Two! Goodnight everybody!

The DEFIANCE signature appears in the bottom corner of the screen as Conor Fuse stands in the middle of the ring. It’s only then where he’s met by Oscar Burns.

And Burns shakes Conor’s hand back!

Fuse looks particularly honoured, patting Burns on the chest and telling Oscar it took everything to win. Conor raises Oscar’s hand as “Twists and Turns” returns the pat on Conor’s shoulder. Burns walks to the ring ropes, about to exit the ring. Meanwhile, Conor starts to climb to the second turnbuckle and celebrates.

THIS.

IS.

DEFIANCE.

 

 

 

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BOOM!

DDK:
OH MY GOD!? WHAT THE HELL!?

Lance:
BURNS, NO!! 

Burns SHOVES Conor over the turnbuckles, sending him tumbling onto the apron and to the floor with a crash! After spilling out, Burns looks down at Conor. Oscar has a stone-cold stoic look on his face and any noise The Faithful makes, he’s drowning out intentionally. 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DDK:
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?! JUST BECAUSE CONOR FUSE BEAT HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING CLEAN?!

Lance:
WHAT DID OSCAR BURNS JUST DO?

Burns continues to lean over to where Conor lays and then heads out to the floor. Oscar starts to slide down his knee pad slowly, waiting for The Power-Up King to try and sit up. The second Fuse does, Burns CRACKS Conor upside the head with a huge running knee strike, laying the gamer out!

DDK:
NO! STOP! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!

Burns doesn’t stop with one knee to the head. He grabs Conor and fires off a STIFF series of knees, straight into the chest and skull of The Video Game Kid who can’t defend himself after the match! Burns gets at Fuse’s face and pulls Conor’s hair.

Oscar Burns:
YOU?! LOCKER ROOM LEADER?!

Burns drags Conor up and tucks Conor’s arm between his legs before Burns flips Fuse upwards, DRIVING Conor down with a vicious wrist-clutch exploder suplex! Conor bounces off the ringside floor before he crumbles back over to the side!

Oscar Burns:
YOU AREN’T A LEADER OF ANYTHING, GC! YOU’RE JUST LIKE GAGE! YOU HAVE THESE PEOPLE FOOLED! YOU WERE NEVER A GOOD PERSON! I AM!

Burns doesn’t stop there. He CRANKS a grounded version of the Graps of Wrath octopus stretch on the ground, trying to tear Conor in two! DEFSec arrives on the scene at long last and attempts to pull the livid New Zealander off Conor but Burns is not making it easy! 

Lance:
This… this is… I don’t even have words…. I don’t…

Burns finally gets pulled off by DEFSec!

DDK:
GET HIM OUT OF THERE! HE’S DONE ENOUGH! COME ON! THIS IS REPREHENSIBLE! BURNS HAS REPRESENTED THIS COMPANY FOR THE BETTER PART OF FIVE YEARS AND TONIGHT, HE’S JUST LOST IT!

One of the security members grabs the arm of Burns but Oscar stops and grabs the man’s hand… then SNAPS his finger back!

Oscar Burns:
I AM DEFIANCE! NOT GAGE! NOT CONOR, NOT ANYONE ELSE! ME! I CARRY THIS COMPANY ON MY SHOULDERS!

The Faithful have lost it and the jeering is so loud, DDK and Lance can barely get in a word edgewise!

Lance:
THIS… THIS IS INSANE! HE SNAPPED THE FINGER OF ONE OF OUR DEFSEC MEMBERS?!

Burns has DEFSec escorting him away at this point and the boos have reached a fever pitch as Oscar gets pulled away!

DDK:
I… I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! THIS…

The closing shots of a mangled Conor Fuse and Oscar Burns being dragged up the ramp before the show ends…

THIS.

IS.

DEFIANCE OSCAR BURNS.