Guerrilla Grindhouse World Tour 04

[Diego De Leon walks around the DEFIANCE backstage area. His head down with his hands on his hips. The quiet luchador paces around backstage, throwing phantom punches and kicks in anticipation of his confrontation with two of Team HOSS. Eugene Dewey walks down a nearby hallway holding a 3DS, concentrating.]

Diego:
Ah, Eugene.

Eugene Dewey:
Diego…

[Having not spoken to one another since their encounter at Guerilla Grindhouse 1, Eugene continued walking, face buried deep in what was sure to be Pokemon X or Y.]

[Probably X. Everyone knows Charizardite X is way better that Charizardite Y.]

[Duhh.]

Diego:
Wait…

[Eugene turns, lifting his head momentarily from the handheld console to listen to Diego.]

Diego:
Anxious?

[Diego says, nodding towards the ring.]

Eugene:
Anxious? What do I have to be Anxious about? I’ve got the night off. I’m just here to observe, and that’s all I’m going to do…

[Diego stares at Eugene, silence filling the space between them for moments.]

Eugene:
Seth’s got a chance to walk out of here with the Southern Heritage title, you know? Has Wayne got him to that point? Probably. But he could have earned that all by himself if he’d tried. But then Wayne set up the match that got him the shot in the first place… So could Wayne do the same for me?

[Another silent pause.]

Eugene:
Maybe he could… I mean, he had me on the fast track to the top before… He lead me to two victories over Bronson Box… He got me high on the points table in the Masters of Wrestling league… Who’s to say he couldn’t lead me to the same places he’s led Seth Stratton…?

[More silence.]

Eugene:
But then Wayne and I didn’t really see eye to eye on a lot of things, and I’m sure there’s plenty we’d disagree on if we did start working together again. I’m not sure I could justify going through all that again just for a chance at some gold...

[Yeah, you guessed it.]

Eugene:
But it’s not just about gold… is it? I mean, I’ve not won a match since… well, since I wrestled you. And I know, Wayne and Seth haven’t exactly helped with that, but this is DEFIANCE… If it’s not them trying to screw me it’ll only be someone else. I don’t know… it’s all so confusing.

[There isn’t any silence this time, instead Eugene sighs and shakes his head.]

Eugene:
I’m sorry dude, I didn’t mean to go off like that… Heh, I guess you could say I am a little anxious after all.

[Diego shrugs.]

Diego:
Then… Why continue?

Eugene:
Because there’s a solution to every problem… It’s just some are better than others.

Diego:
And this one?

[Eugene shakes his head.]

Eugene:
I don’t know yet.

[Diego only gives a nod and a grunt as Eugene turns and continues on down the hallway.]

[Nevermind ringside.]

[HOOOKERS AND BLOOOOOWWWWW!!!!]

[A door leading from the garage to the arena opens and Tyrone Walker, Sam Horry, and Ryan Matthews, also known as Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan’s favorite Trios team, Hookers and Blow, arrive on the scene.]

[Sam and Ty are both dressed in simple attire, Ty in a pair of jeans and a Green Bay Packers Jersey and Sam in track pants with his signature Nike Uptowns on while Ryan Matthews is dressed in a hoodie, hood up and pulled low to hide his face, and a pair of jeans as well. He seems to lag behind them a bit as the triumvirate are ambushed by DEFIANCE’s resident mic stand Christie Zane.]

Zane:
Gentlemen, tonight Sam Horry takes on Mushigihara in what will be the final match in a hard fought trilogy before your upcoming opportunity at the Trios titles. Tyrone, you defeated Eddie Dante in a close contest and Ryan, you were the victim of an unfortunate circumstance as...

[Without waiting to hear more, Matthews pushes his way past Sam, Ty, and Zane, giving her the evil eye as he passes the camera and disappears out of frame.]

Zane:
O...kay. At any rate, the series is tied 1-1. Sam, the fans want your thoughts on the match tonight....

[All eyes are suddenly on Sam as he looks dead into the camera.]

Sam:
Tonight folks, on behalf of the good people at HNB, Professor Horry is gonna give a lesson free of charge in the squared circle.  If you’re takin’ notes--and you should be--tonight’s lesson plan: The Absurdity of Placing All of One’s Eggs Inside of One Basket.  But you can shorten it to, Mushi’s gonna get his head kicked in.

Let’s begin, shall we?

[Sam drapes a brawny arm around Zane’s shoulders.]

Sam:
It’s no secret that Ty Walker, Ryan Matthews, and myself are the best team that Defiance has to offer.  We work together like a well-oiled machine, we’re established veterans of the mat wars, and we’ve probably won more titles than Saori’s seen ceilings from her back.

‘Kay maybe not that many titles.

[Hiyo!]

Sam:
But if you’ve seen the program lately, and no doubt you have because we’re on it, this...beef between ourselves and the Philosopher...haha...’Kings’ has gotten more and more intense.  Like you said Zane the series is tied at 1 a piece.  The Philosophers believe that Big Mush is gonna put them up 2 to 1 on us.  He’s a sumo wrestler, he’s over 300 pounds, he’s their enforcer.

[A smirk forms on Sam’s lips as he shakes his head.]

Sam:
Unfortunately for Mush, he’s too stupid to know the danger that’s talking to him right now.  Mush is exactly what he has between his ears.  I could go on and on about my history in this country, that those in the know piss themselves when they see me walk the streets in Tokyo.  I could wax poetic about the trail of bodies I’ve left in my wake in this industry, but the truth is none of that matters because we’re in the here and now.  Here and Now Mush you have to face easily the most dangerous athlete in this business.  Here and Now, I’m gonna cook that fat off your body like I’m grillin’ you on a Foreman, then I’m gonna stretch you like you’re just wakin up in the mornin’.

All of this Mush, just cause I can.

[Sam nods, and winks at Zane smiling the most devilish of smiles..]

Sam:
Just ‘cause I’m a sucker for a good preview, and I wanna show you and these fans just what you have to expect when the titles are on the line.

‘Cause when those titles are on the line, it’s exam time.  After we’ve so violenty removed those championships from your grasp--or from your gravitational pull as it were, Mush, the only question left to ask, is what did you learn from that painful experience with HNB?

I’ll answer it for you.

In this business there are two types of people. And it holds true in DEFIANCE too... there’s HNB and then there’s everybody else.

[Arrogantly, the youngest of the HNB trio waves his hand, shooing the camera men away.]

Sam:
Class Dismissed.

[As Sam walks off to join his buddies, it’s now Zane’s turn to look directly into the camera]

Zane:
More DEFIANCE after this!

[Cut to backstage.]

[Or cut to Jupiter Jones, rather. He’s sliding his elbow pads off after the impressive showing he put in against Jeremiah Rainwood earlier in the evening. Just as he stuffs the pads into his bag there’s a knock at the door.]

[Rather than waiting for a response the knocker opens the door and enters… Ok, maybe that should be knockers, because Tony Di Luca, Vincent Rinaldi and Alceo Dentari enter the room.]

Tony Di Luca:
Jupiter Jones! How’s it goin’?

[Looking up from his bag Jones starts to stand, but Di Luca puts his hands up and smiles.]

Tony Di Luca:
No, Jupiter, please, sit.

[He’s unsure as to what exactly is happening, but Jones sits back down in his steel folding chair.]

Tony Di Luca:
I’m sorry for bargin’ in here like this, an’ I know we ain’t been formally introduced as of yet.

[Tony places a hand on his own chest.]

Tony Di Luca:
My name is Antonio Di Luca, an’ these are my business partners, Alceo Dentari an’ Vincent Rinaldi.

[Jones nods.]

Jupiter Jones:
Yeah, well listen Antonio-

[Jupiter again starts to stand, but Di Luca places a hand on his shoulder and beams at him.]

Tony Di Luca:
Please, call me Tony.

[The hand on his shoulder doesn’t stop him from straightening up though. Jupiter Jones towers over Di Luca, he absolutely eclipses Dentari… hell, even Rinaldi has to look up at him.]

Jupiter Jones:
Tony… It’s great to meet you and your boys and all…

[Alceo Dentari shifts awkwardly on the spot. He’s not be refered to as one of ‘Tony’s boys’ before, and he doesn’t much appreciate it.]

Jupiter Jones:
But I’ve had people comin’ to me every single day since I inked my contract just to say ‘what’s up’, or just to get a look at the seven foot one guy. So if that’s all you’re here for-

[But Jones can’t finish his sentence over the laughter from Tony Di Luca.]

Tony Di Luca:
Oh no Jupiter, we ain’t just here to say no hellos, an’ we ain’t here to get a gander at the newest ‘Defiant Giant’...

[Remember that one… it’s pretty good.]

Tony Di Luca:
No, we’re here with a uhh… a business proposal.

[That raises an eyebrow.]

Jupiter Jones:
What kinda business proposal?

[Wrapping his arm around Jupiter’s broad shoulders… well, about as close to the shoulders as he can get, Tony Di Luca paints a picture with his free hand.]

Tony Di Luca:
Jupiter Jones: Assistant Head of Security for The El Bee Cee.

[This is where Jones, brow furrowed, gives Tony Di Luca the … the fuck? look.]

Tony Di Luca:
See, Jupiter, we got an openin’, an’ it’s a damn big one. But you’d fill it nicely.

Jupiter Jones:
Would I now?

Tony Di Luca:
Oh yeah. A big, strong guy like yous would be perfect for security. Plus you’re from NYC… right in our backyard, an’ we gotta look after our own around here, capiché?

Jupiter Jones:
Ahh .. yeah, I hear you. Ya’all gonna have to let me get back to you on this.

Tony Di Luca:
What? Yous don’t wanna hear no specifics or nothin’?

Jupiter Jones:
Nah, you’re good. I’ll think about it.

Tony Di Luca:
I don’t think you understand just what kinda opportunity we’re affordin’ yous here. There’s guys around these parts that’ll pretend to be helpin’ yous, but the first chance they get they’ll sell yous down the river to further their own careers… We’re offerin’ yous your own career right off the bat, an’ it ain’t just that, we’re offerin’ yous a place in a family.

Jupiter Jones:
I got you, bro … but there’s a lot on my plate right now.

[Tony shrugs his shoulders and nods towards the door. Alceo and Vinny both head towards it, Dentari uses the opportunity to smirk while Di Luca can’t see him.]

Tony Di Luca:
This offer ain’t gonna be open forever, Jupiter…

[With that Tony makes his way for the door as well, shutting it behind him, cutting off a comment from Dentari as he did so.]

Alceo Dentari:
‘The Dealsealer’ Tony Di L-

[...]

[Awkward pause.]

Angus:
Wow.

DDK:
That's not gonna end well. 

Angus:
Not even kind of...

[Cut.]
 

Quimbey:
The following contest is set for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit!  Introducing first!  Hailing from Brooklyn, New York City, and weighing in at 245 lbs!  He is Tony!  Two-Hands! Di Luca!

♫ How lucky can one guy be? ♫
♫ I kissed her and she kissed me ♫
♫ Like a fellow once said ♫
♫ “Ain’t that a kick in the head?” ♫

[Tony doesn’t have his own theme music, it’s the same one that Dentari and the trios team use.  His leather jacket is in his hand by the time he’s halfway down the ramp and dropped on the ringside mats as he reaches the ring.]

DDK:
Tony Di Luca has been trying to expand the Legitimate Businessmen’s Club, without much success, and on our last show Diane Parker challenged him to this singles match.  Tony’s actually making his singles debut in this match.

Angus:
Yeah as far as I can remember, aside from participating in the FIST battle royale, Tony hasn’t wrestled in anything that wasn’t a trios match before.

[Dean Martin fades out, and the gravelly guitars of Mastodon kick in.]

Angus:
WHAT THE GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCK WHERE IS RAINBOW IN THE DARK?!

♫ I killed a man cos he killed my goat ♫
♫ I put my hands around his throat ♫
♫ He tried to reason with the sky and the clouds ♫
♫ But it didn’t matter, cos they can’t hear a sound ♫
♫ Oh, oh-ohh ♫
♫ Oh, oh-oh-ohh ♫

[Diane Parker walks out. Instead of the black vinyl she’s wearing a rather basic amateur wrestling style singlet, forest green with bright yellow trim (Vermont State Sports colors) and white wrestling shoes.]

DDK:
Diane Parker appears to be playing up her amateur credentials for the Japanese fans.  It’s also worth noting that both Tony AND Diane came out without their tag partners and stablemates.  Both of them have something to prove - Di Luca wants to be an equal partner in the Legitimate Businessmen’s Club, and Diane wants to prove she can wrestle against a legitimate opponent.

Angus:
As opposed to one of those fucktards polluting the FWC affiliated feds who get butthurt at the mere thought of a woman beating them?

♫ It’s just the curl of the burl ♫
♫ It’s just the curl of the burl ♫
♫ That’s just the way of the world ♫
♫ It’s just the curl of the burl ♫

[Diane steps into the ring.]

[Di Luca doesn’t wait for the bell.]

[Diane quickly drops and rolls and Di Luca hits his throat on the middle rope.]

DING!  DING!  DING!

DDK:
And here we go!  Di Luca tried for the early shot but Diane was completely ready for it!

[An elbow to Tony’s nose sends him stumbling back into the ring, his eyes tearing involuntarily.]

[Diane is quickly into the ring, hooking a rear waistlock.  Di Luca grabs her wrists and begins pulling them apart.  Diane ducks her head and picks one of his legs.  Di Luca flails for balance, Diane grabs his leg with both hands, and they both crash to the mat, Diane with a scissor hold around one of his legs and the other one braced behind her neck.]

Angus:
Banana split! I haven’t seen that shit since high school!  This could have been a pin but Diane did the move upside down.

[Di Luca snarls, realizing that she’s out of reach and he has no leverage to break the hold.  He grabs the ropes.  Diane hangs onto her hold until the count of four, then lets go.  A smile spreads across her face as Tony scrambles to his knees, his face contorted with fury.]

DDK:
Heidi has a version of that hold where she twists your knee all out of joint, I don’t think Diane did that much damage, but Tony didn’t like being taken down.

Angus:
Can Tony even wrestle?  I mean, all I’ve ever seen him do is brawl, cheat, and a couple power moves.

[Tony stalks towards Diane with his intent clear - good ol’ fashioned Brooklyn fisticuffs.  Carla Ferrari stays out of it as Di Luca throws one that Diane ducks.  She dives on the leg, Tony tries to fight it, but over-balances and topples to his back!  Again, Diane tries for the banana split.  Tony, trying to keep her from hooking it, has no choice but to flail for the ropes.]

DDK:
It’s a real contrast of styles.  On one hand, Diane aside from her amatuer wrestling came up through the Wrestling Inferno, so she’s been exposed to a wide range of styles.  On the other, Di Luca’s essentially a New York streetfighter who’s adopted a few relatively simple power moves into his repertoire.  Diane’s had a very distinct advantage in the early goings, but someone who’s never watched a fight in his life knows that she’s at a huge disadvantage if punches start flying.

[Tony gets the ropes.  Diane is slow to let go, and he strikes.  Grabbing two hands full of hair and causing Diane to shriek in a mix of pain and anger, he presses her neck down across the bottom rope.  Then he rolls out of the ring to get better leverage for the choke.]

DDK:
As I said, pure brawler, plus he’s a strong guy and can move her around the ring easily.

[Carla starts a five count, and Di Luca releases the choke.  Diane splutters and crawls away from the ropes.  Trying to catch her breath she doesn’t notice Di Luca come flying back into the ring. Until he clubs her in the back of the head with some sort of clothesliney forearm smash thing…. let’s just say he hit her in the head with his arm.]

[Tony blasts her in the back of the head with a punch.  And a second one.  Yelling, spitting all over the place, he tries to pulverize the back of Diane’s skull.]

[He doesn’t bother to make sure he has her secured, and when her self preservation instinct kicks in, she shrimps out of the predicament and goes back to the legs.]

[This time, she gets him rolled all the way over, leaving Di Luca braced desperately on his elbow trying to keep one shoulder off the mat.]

Angus:
Going solo isn’t as easy as you thought it was, is it Tony?  

[Di Luca manages to work his way to the ropes.  This time he bicycles his legs once Diane is forced to break the hold, and manages to kick her back.  Diane takes a spill, and Di Luca goes on the offensive.]

WHAAAAM!

[Diane is whipped into the buckle with such force that she bounces straight back out and faceplants.]

Angus:
That’s going to make up for a lot of lost time.

[Walking with a faint limp, Di Luca grabs Diane by the neck, backs her straight into a corner, and holds the choke.  She kicks, Carla angrily starts a five count and pushes Tony back at 4.  He moves straight back in, pressing her head back with one arm and laying some forearms into the top of her chest, just below the neck, with the other.  By the time he’s done, Diane’s slumped half over, held up by her elbows over the top rope.  Di Luca yells at Carla, and she yells back at him, telling him to respect the rules.]

[Di Luca turns back to Diane.]

[And she jumps!  Using the top rope for leverage she snares his neck with her legs, then quickly flips backwards and frankensteiners him face first into the top turnbuckle!]

DDK:
Quick counter by Diane, and she’s going up top, I think I know what’s coming!

[Diane flips off the top rope, somersaults over Di Luca’s head, catching it on the way down and driving his face into the mat with a cutter.]

DDK:
Miranette!  I don’t know why she calls it that, but that’s one of her finishers, and she’s going back to the legs - rolls Di Luca over!  Leg split pin!

ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!

Quimbey:
Here is your winner: Diane Parker!

[Diane jumps to her feet, raises her arms above her head, then quickly brings them down and clutches her collarbone.]

DDK:
Diane played that match perfectly, she got under Tony Di Luca’s skin with the takedowns and he eventually walked straight into the Miranette, but those punches and forearms of his hit HARD.

Angus:
Hard hitting or not, he just got pinned by a girl!

DDK:
That he did. And I'm getting word that we've got something going backstage!

[Cut.]

[Backstage.]

[We peek into the locker room of the infamous trio known as Hookers N Blow...Tyrone Walker is sitting on a chair in the corner watching something on his Galaxy S4, Sam Horry is center room running through some calisthenics and stretching exercises and Ryan Matthews is sitting in a dark corner, a hoodie on with the hood obscuring his features as he has a pair of headphones in his ears.]

Sam:
You know mang, tonight we show our dominance, and by we I mean when I beat that big tub o’ guts into the ground… and my dudes will be watching from back here and...

[A low growl comes from the form in the corner, and Sam immediately stops what he’s doing and turns to Matthews.]

Sam:
Aw c’mon Ry, you can’t still be salty about last show. You need to learn to let go, brah. Don’t get so...

[Sam is stopped mid-sentence by the death stare coming from the now upraised eyes of the face inside the hood.]

Sam: [raises his hands]
A’ight a’ight I’ll shut up shuttin up.

[Without so much as a word, Matthews gets up from the corner and walks to the door, flinging it open and letting it slam shut. Behind him in the room, Tyrone Walker takes his headphones out of his ears and looks at Sam with a worried look, or as worried as Blackimus Prime can get...]

Ty:
Yo, where the hell is he goin?

Sam:
Probably goin for a walk to cool down, or to go start some shit, I better go keep an eye on him...

[With that, Sam gets up to walk to the door and is stopped by Ty]

Ty:
You a’ight mang? You seem nervous.

Sam:
Ry’s always been unhinged Ty, just seems lately might be moreso than usual.

Ty:
This ain’t gon’ be a problem is it?

Sam:
If I know Ryan, maybe.

[With that, Sam opens the door and steps through. A split second later the door flies open and Sam yells at Ty]

Sam:
Yo Ty, remember how I said I thought Ryan was about to start some shit?

Ty: [eyes go wide, realizing what Sam was getting at]
Aw, fuck...

[Ty jumps to his feet and the cameras follow he and Sam as they race to the craft services area where Ryan and Troy Matthews are brawling again, destroying everything in sight as they scrap around the area. Eddie Dante and Mushigihara are already on the scene as well and Ty and Sam, sensing the threat to their trios partner, immediately jump into the fray. After several seconds of all six brawling, DEFIANCE security separates them and drags all associated parties back toward their respective locker rooms.]

DDK:
Talk about escalation, eh partner?

Angus:
Escalation? They went from zero to fuck you in less time than it takes for cVc to abort babies in a stairwell.

DDK:
…..

Angus:
Too soon?

DDK: [moving right along]
And Sam Horry and Mushigihara are up next!

DDK:
Before we get underway, I’ve just been given word that the other two thirds of the Philosopher Kings and Hookers And Blow are barred from ringside following the scuffle between Troy and Ryan Matthews.

Angus:
So in other words, expect this to become a level 5 clusterfuck tornado on the Fujita Scale. Because the boys always listen to these decrees, which always works exactly as intended.

DDK:
Yeah, probably.

[The smoove beat of “What We Do” by Freeway bumps along the airwaves, calling out to the All World Fight Extraordinaire and junior member of Hookers and Blow.]

♫ Man if I get rocked ♫
♫ This shit for my kids nigga ♫
♫ It's that real shit ♫

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
Coming to the ring… Hailing from QUEENS, NEW YORK… Standing at 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighing in at 234 pounds… He is the AYCH. EN. EYE. SEE… SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM HOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!

♫ We still hustle 'til the sun come up ♫
♫ Crack a 40 when the sun go down ♫
♫ It's a cold winter ♫
♫ Y'all niggaz better bundle up ♫

[Rolling out from behind the curtain, Sam Horry steps into the Osaka Herbis Hall, only briefly stopping at the mouth of the aisle to take in the view of the arena and the crowd through the sleeveless, black, hooded towel that shrouds his head and face.]

♫ And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion ♫
♫ Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up ♫
♫ Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down? ♫
♫ And throw away the key ♫

[Wearing red Muay Thai shorts that read "Vitamins e Minerals" in red and black, black kneepads, along with red, black and white kickpads; his knuckles were heavily taped. Sam continued towards the ring, completely focused on the battle that lies ahead.]

♫ But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh? ♫
♫ We still try to keep Mom...smilin'... ♫
♫ Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin' ♫
♫ Then the heat start flowin' ♫
♫ If you from the hood I know you feel me ♫

[Entering the ring, he removes his entrance garb, and tosses the towel to the ring attendant as he moves to his corner and awaits the arrival of his massive opponent. A few more bars of Horry’s music plays before giving way to "End of the World" by the Yoshida Brothers.]

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
And now… coming to the ring from PARTS UNKNOWN… standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 317 pounds… this is MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSHHHHHHHIGIHAAAAARRRRRRAAAAA!!

[The enormous masked man of the Philosopher Kings emerges from behind the curtain and stops after a few steps when he shoots both of his arms up.]

”OOOH-ESSS-YOOU!!

[Being Japanese and a former sumo, even if only allegedly, the Japanese audience greets the monstrous third of DEFIANCE’s Trios Champions with a strong welcome for who may be one of their very own countrymen.]

DDK:
Quite the response for the big man.

Angus:
How do they even know if he’s Japanese? Do we even know? DOES ANYONE?!

DDK:
Until proven otherwise, that’s about all we have to go on.

[Mushigihara makes his way down the aisle, though we can’t see his eyes, his attention is centered squarely on Sam Horry in the ring, who remains in his corner doing some stretches. As Mushigihara arrives at ringside he climbs up on to the apron and then steps in through the ropes where he immediately stomps to the center of the ring and bellows his trademark “OSU!!” at Horry, who is nonplussed.]

Angus:
Horry a graduate of No Fucks Given University.

DDK:
That he is, partner.
 
[Before the bell rang, Mushigihara and Horry circled around each other, and prepared for a tie up when, Horry did something out of the ordinary.  He ran and drilled referee Hector Navarro with a running Yakuza kick, which earns Horry a gasp and round of boos from some of the audience for such tactics.]

Angus:
What in the blue hell? Is he trying to cause another referee strike or something?

DDK:
Mushigihara is dumbfounded by what just happened.

Angus:
How can you tell with the mask on? He could think that was the greatest thing ever.

[With his opponent dumbfounded, Sam went on the offense with a blitzkrieg of strikes that backed the former Sumo wrestler into a corner.  Sam, let off a series of Thai knees to Mushi's midsection .]
 
DDK:
See?

Angus:
Yeah, yeah.

DDK:
Has this match even started?

Angus:
Shoot, if there wasn’t any bell, does that mean Horry isn’t disqualified?
 
[Seeing him prone and still reeling, Sam got a head of steam and charged, but Mushi had recovered way quicker than expected.  He stopped Sam in his tracks with a powerful open palm strike, and a loud "OSU!"]

Angus:
DAYUMN!

DDK:
Mushigihara just flattened Horry with a single shot.

Angus:
That had to have been like getting smashed in the face with a frying pan.

DDK:
But it wasn’t enough to keep Horry down, he’s back up...

[Sam shook the cobwebs and charged again, but ran into an STO by Mushigihara that leveled Sam.  Groggily standing to his feet, Mushi, keeping with his Sumo roots, delivered another powerful palm strike to Sam that sent him through the ropes and onto the apron.  Mushi dropped a leg drop across Sam's throat which got a rise out of the crowd.]
 
Angus:
BLACK MAN DOWN!

DDK:
The big man has turned this thing around in a hurry.
 
[Floored, and dazed Sam tried to roll to his stomach, falling out of the ring.  Mushi followed to the floor and stood over him menacingly and placed his thick hands around Sam's throat, picking him up.]

DDK:
Mushi not letting Horry get away that easily.

Angus:
Jay-zuss, he just yoked him up like he weighed nothing.

[Mushi then performed a hip throw which slammed Sam's back against the ring apron.  With Sam on the ground, Mushi went back into the ring, and tried to revive the official.   When he didn't move he signaled for another ref to make his way to the ring.]

DDK:
Horry getting manhandled now.

Angus:
Guess you don’t piss off a big man in his own backyard, even if it’s only allegedly.

DDK:
And we have another referee...

[Another referee, some unknown Japanese male in a zebra shirt made his way down the aisle as Mushi requested.  Sam  after taking the earlier hip throw, now had a nasty bruise on the right side of his lower back.  The referee went to check on Sam as Mushi reached outside the ropes to grab at him.  Sam grabbed a hold of Mushi's arm pulling him and his head through the middle rope just enough that his head was exposed.  Sam hit Mushi with a jumping roundhouse kick to his head, dazing the Sumotori and dropping him to one knee. When the referee saw Sam slide in the ring, he motioned to the time keeper…]
 
DING DING DING!!!!

DDK:
There’s the bell.

Angus:
And now this runaway train is all legal.

DDK:
With Sam Horry back in control, going to work with those vicious kicks of his.

Angus:
Looks like he’s trying to chop the monster down like a tree.

[Sam began whipping hard low roundhouse kicks into Mushigihara's back, ribs and  kidneys. He delivered a Thai style elbow to his jaw. As the referee came over to move Sam away, he struck with another a knee to his ribs as an exclamation point.]
 
Angus:
Seriously, is he trying to get DQ’d?

DDK:
He’s certainly making a good effort to so.

[Mushi made it back to his feet.  Sam connected with another heavy roundhouse kick to Mushi's midsection which doubled him over, and then  a heavy hook kick which landed against his shoulder blade and clavicle dropping him back to the mat.]

DDK:
Horry absolutely picking Mushigihara apart with these kicks.

Angus:
I guess that chop fu sucky sucky stuff works after all, huh?
 
[The H.N.I.C. stood over Mushi looking to continue his advantage, but Mushi's durability and stamina surprised him as he fought back with an open palm thrust, and quickly scored with  another open palm thrust to stagger Sam back.]

DDK:
Horry took a little too long admiring his work there.

Angus:
Something tells me Horry’s going for a ride here...
 
[Mushi made it back to his feet and walked towards Sam, looming over him like a bad cloud.  He body-locked Sam--bearhug style--and swept Sam's legs out from under him, and throwing from the corner to the middle of the ring.  Sam landed on the bruise that he incurred outside the ring.]

DDK:
What a throw, Mushi tossed Horry right down on to his injured back.

Angus:
And he’s not nearly done with him yet, Keebs.

[The power member of Trios Champions walked back to Sam, placing a thick hand on his throat, picking him back up.  Mushi prepared Sam for another patented STO manuever, but before his leg could sweep Sam's back leg, Sam a 1st Dan in Judo, himself took advantage of the leverage to give Mushi a deep hip throw of his own.  A look of shock registered on Mushi's face briefly as he did not expect to be thrown.]

Angus:
Alright, that was impressive.

DDK:
Mushigihara is beside himself.

Angus:
Not everyday the Pee Kays big man gets tossed like that.
 
[Quickly Mushi made it back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs loose. Sam exploded with a jumping Thai Knee to Mushi's head.  With Mushi staggering, Sam shot in and around Mushi, taking him down with a T-bone Suplex and immediately went for the cover.]
 
1.................... KICKOUT!
 
DDK:
Not nearly enough to put Mushi away.

Angus:
That is on benefit to being a big bastard, you can take a hell of a beating.
 
[Sam was in the referee's face about the count, as Mushi pulled himself up alongside the ring ropes.    Sam continued his argument against the referee, but the referee stood his ground. It was now Mushi's time to explode as he charged towards Sam, but Sam quickly positioned the referee between himself and the charging Sumo Wrestler.  Mushi couldn't check his momentum fast enough as he squashed the referee.]

Angus:
MEDIC! We need another referee!

DDK:
What is Horry’s game here? That’s twice now that he’s been the cause of one of our officials getting hurt.

Angus:
Actually I think that one was just a freelancer… So not that big a deal.
 
[Mushi's temper was boiling, as he exploded towards Sam again, catching him and slamming him into the opposite side turnbuckles.  It was time for target practice as Mushi opened up with a vicious flurry of open palm strikes and thrusts, the majority of which landed unanswered on Sam.]

Angus:
MONSTER RAMPAGE!

DDK:
That’s one way to put it, Mushigihara unloading with all of his fury.
 
[Honor bound, Mushi went to check on the referee, while Sam slowly crumpled to the mat.]

Angus:
I think he just killed him.

DDK:
After all of that, Horry may certainly be wishing that he was.

[From the corner of his eye, Mushi saw Sam attempting to stand up.  He walked back towards the corner, and hooked Sam, taking him down with a thunderous Uranage suplex.]

DDK:
What a suplex, he just drilled Horry with a Sambo Suplex!

Angus:
Yeah? Well here comes the cavalry…

[Horry's teammates, Ty Walker and Ryan Matthews soon came sprinting down the aisle, while Mushi stood over Sam and had his huge hand around Horry's throat.  They hopped on the apron but Mushi's dominant position kept them at bay.]

DDK:
And neither one of them want anything to do with an enraged Mushigihara.

Angus:
They may be crazy, but not stupid.

[However the momentary distraction was all Sam needed,  he inhaled and spewed the red mist into Mushi's eyes.  While his mask caught most of it, enough of it got through to blind and irritate his eyes.]

DDK:
What the… What…

Angus:
The Red Mist of Death! That’s some ninja shit right there!

[Sam unlocked Mushi's death grip around his throat, by transitioning to a standard juji gatame style armbar.  With both men sweating profusely, Sam could not hold on to the arm, but Sam was out of Mushi's vice like grip.]

DDK:
I have absolutely no idea… This is one of the strangest matches I have covered in a long time.

Angus:
Yeah, well don’t say I didn’t tell you so.

[As Matthews and Walker looked on, a third referee ran past them and slid in the ring.  Looking at both Mushi and Sam, the referee gave the call for the bell.]
 
DING DING DING!!!!

[The referee confers with Quimbey for a moment and then “DQ” makes the announcement.]

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
Ladies and Gentlemen… I have just been informed that this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!

Angus:
A no contest? Lets make these guys fight!

DDK:
What a mess this thing has turned into.

[Ryan and Ty get up on the apron, but before they could even think about getting into the ring Mushigihara charged and knocked them back to the floor. Turning back towards Horry, Mushigihara caught him as he came flying at him. Hoisting him up high with a press slam, Mushi turns back to where he left Ryan and Ty and then PITCHES Sam over the top rope to the floor at his partners in crime.]

DDK:
Mushigihara just cleared the ring of Hookers and Blow!

Angus:
Yeah, but they’re not done…

[As Mushi takes the center of the ring, the big man mugs it up for the crowd who cheer enthusiastically for his fire. Meanwhile, out on the floor, the entirety of Hookers and Blow have risen up and watch the PK’s sumo monster hamming it up. Looking to each other, the three nod and then charge the ring.]

DDK:
Come on, the match is over!

Angus:
It’s not over until they say it’s over, Keebs.

[Sam, Ry and Ty are on the monster, swarming Mushigihara with Ty taking him from the left, Ry from the right and Sam standing face to face as HNB land clubberin’ blows.]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

DDK:
HERE COME THE PHILOSOPHER KINGS!

Angus:
Finally, enough of this skirmish nonsense, lets see who’s really the top team around here!

[Troy Matthews and Eddie Dante, along with Saori Kazama race to the ring. Back inside, Mushigihara has had enough of being attacked 3 on 1 and exploded up, causing all three HNB members to bounce off of him just as Troy and Dante dove into the ring.]

Angus:
FYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYT!!

DDK:
Here you go, partner, the Pea Kays and Aych En Bee are slugging it out in a good ol’ fashioned pier sixer!

[Both sides brawl for several moments, until the reigning DEFIANCE Trios Champions turn the tide in their favor. First Dante dumps Walker over the top with a back body drop, then Troy does the same with Ryan when he hits a superkick that sends the elder Matthews stumbling to the floor, finally Mushigihara ejects Sam with a clothesline that upends him over the top rope and crashing to the floor.]

DDK:
And it’s the champions who are standing tall as they head into their defense of the trios title against the men they have just cleaned house on!

Angus:
This gon’ be good, Keebs… This. Gon. Be. Good!

[Somewhere backstage.]

Alceo Dentari:
So, all in all a successful night, huh?

[The smug little grin that Alceo Dentari sports is all that’s needed to tell the world how sarcastic he’s being. Tony Di Luca ignores the littlest mobster though and continues walking down the corridor.]

Alceo Dentari:
That’s a firm answer from Jupiter Jones an’ a win over Diane Parker, right?

[Di Luca has to clench his teeth so tightly they audibly grind together to stop himself from biting the head off of his partner while Vincent Rinaldi almost goes cross eyed as he tries to work out whether or not Di Luca’s earlier loss was all part of a dream. Dentari however is enjoying himself way too much to stop.]

Alceo Dentari:
Wait, no… No, Jones didn’t give no answer, did he? No, he just walked off. But at least yous still got that win over… Hold on, yous didn’t beat Diane Parker, did yous?

[Tony’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply in an attempt to calm himself.]

[Just FYI… It’s not working.]

Alceo Dentari:
Oh dear… I was under the impression you had all the answers, Tony. Here I was thinkin’ your ledger an’ your pen was gonna solve all our problems, that CVC was gonna be quakin’ in his boots… that Jones weren’t gonna refuse no offers put in front a’ him… that you could run this shit better than me. Looks like yo-

[Aaaaaaaaand that’s about all Di Luca could listen to.]

Tony Di Luca:
Looks like I can’t, huh? Is that what you’re gonna say?

[All Dentari needs to do is shrug to answer that one, a response that isn’t appreciated by Tony Di Luca. Rather than start any kind of slanging match in the middle of the hall though, Tony simply snarls at his partners before stomping off down the hall, grumbling to himself as he goes.]

Tony Di Luca:
*Incoherent, yet obviously angry, mumbling*

[Having left his partners behind Di Luca rounds a couple of corners]

Lash Graham:
Hahaha!

[Di Luca stops in his tracks and shoots a sideways glace to where Lash Graham stands with his Uncle. Lash is laughing his simple little head off at something, probably what he’s just been told by his armadillo, but Tony Di Luca doesn’t see it like that…]

Tony Di Luca:
Somethin’ funny?

[Lash and his Uncle continue their conversation, ignoring Di Luca until he speaks again, this time much louder.]

Tony Di Luca:
Somethin’ funny!?

[Lash turns around, grinning from ear to ear.]

Tony Di Luca:
You wanna share the joke or you gonna wipe that stupid grin offa your face?

[Lash can't do anything but chuckle though. Whatever the armadillo told his must have been hella funny.]

[Do people still say 'Hella'?]

Tony Di Luca:
Or do you want me-

[Tony’s arm shoots out and he wraps his hand around the throat of Lash Graham.]

Tony Di Luca:
To do it for you?

[In all fairness to Tony Di Luca the smile does indeed vanish from Lash's face to be replaced by one of wide eyes terror. Tony grips onto Graham's throat tightly and pushes him back into a flight case, bending him backwards until he's almost at a right angle.]

Lash’s Uncle:
Hey, let go of him!

[Lash’s Uncle grabs a hold of Tony’s hand and tries to pry it away from the neck of his nephew. Di Luca uses his free arm to shove The Uncle to one side, sending him sprawling to the floor.Di Luca then wraps both hands around the neck of Lash and throws him across the corridor into the wall. Lash hits hand and crumples into a heap as Di Luca stalks his way over..]

Tony Di Luca:
Ain’t laughin’ now, is you?

[Di Luca pulls his foot back and looks set to bring it down into the side of Lash’s head, but Alceo Dentari and Vincent Rinaldi storm the scene and grab him each by one arm.]

Alceo Dentari:
Jesus Christ, Tony, what the fuck yous doin’?

[Unable to hold Di Luca’s arm as he fights to get away from his restrainers Dentari motions to Big Vinny to take over. With his size and weight advantage Rinaldi has no trouble holding Di Luca by himself as Dentari heads around to talk to Tony face to face.]

Alceo Dentari:
We was just bustin’ your balls, Tony… Jesus…

[After a few seconds Tony’s struggling ceases and he tries to compose himself.]

Alceo Dentari:
Yous cool, man? Yous ain’t gonna jump the retard as soon as we let yous go?

[Yeah, we, as though Alceo were doing any of the restraining.]

Alceo Dentari:
I said yous cool?

[Di Luca exhales loudly and nods, and despite the look of what can only be described as ‘pure murder’ in Di Luca’s eyes, Dentari orders Rinaldi to let him go. Rinaldi takes a step away from his partners and straightens up his leather jacket before turning on his heels and heading further on down the hallway.]

[Alceo leans into Vinny and whispers into his ear.]

Alceo Dentari:
Couldn’t a’ shown that earlier, huh?

[Back to ringside.]

Angus:
Man, this just keeps getting better with these guys!

DDK:
Whatever do you mean?

Angus:
I mean Dentari, his guys, this whole schtick. It's right out of an episode of the Sopranos, and let me tell you, I loved that shit! Well, except for the gay ending.

DDK:
You really are an idiot...

Angus:
Whatever. What's next on your magical runsheet?

DDK:
You're not gonna like it...

[We cut straight to a dimly light locker room where Sam Turner Jr. stands alone.]

STJ:
W'ere does I begin? I made two new friends an 'ey turned out ta be sneeky snakes in tha grass. Ole Don an Rich dun messed up.

[He paces back and forth with his teeth clinched. He breathes heavy and begins to growl as he works the niceness out of his system.]

STJ:
Ya two don messed wiff tha wrong redne'k. Ya two used me an woulda prolly abus'd me to if'n ya had tha chaince.

[He rubs his hands through his shortly cut hair.]

STJ:
I dun laid down wiff dogs befer an got fleas, so I dunno why I thought 'is woulda been any dif'rent. I got'chall plane ti'kets fer Jaypan an 'is is how ya repays me. Y'all gutt'd me like a hog. How dares y'all do 'at.

[He brings his hands down and scratches them through his pork chop sideburns.]

STJ:
It real'y is funny how trustworthy I is. I rekon I trust er'one, but now...now I knows two filthy aminals 'ats not gunna get tha best of ole Sam. 'Eys jus gunna get tha worst of me. 'Eys gunna get tha real Redne'k Rek'r from tha Harlan Co. Line.

[A grin comes across his face.]

STJ:
An if 'at ain't enuff, ladies don't b'leave er thang ya hear bout ole Don an Rich. 'Ey talks a big game but 'ey ain't packin nuttin but sum tany wangers in 'em britches, trust me I was in tha locker room wiff 'em.

[His grin becomes a full blown loud laugh as he exits the locker room.]

[Cut back to ringside]

DDK:
Well, as you can see, my broadcast partner Angus Skaaland is still vacant from his post following the brutal beatdown handed to him moments ago by Jonny Booya. Believe me, as soon as I get any information on Angus’ condition I’ll be sure to pass it along to you.

[The somber mood in the arena is broken as the main theme from Pokemon Red and Blue sounds out. You know the one, it’s all like…]

Du-du-duu Du-du-duu
Du-du-duu Du-du-duu
Du-du-duu Du-du-duu
DUUUUUUUduuuuu DUUUUUUUduuuuuu

DDK:
I guess we’re moving right along then...

[Eugene Dewey emerges from the back and makes his way down the aisle. Eugene forgoes any of his usual awkward waving, rounds the ring and heads straight for the announce table.]

DDK:
Eugene, to what do I owe this pleasure?

[Making sure to grab the spare headset, not Angus’ unusually quiet one, Eugene sits himself down in a chair next to Keebs and places it over his ears.]

Eugene Dewey:
Sorry, Darren, what was that?

DDK:
I said ‘to what do I owe this pleasure?’

Eugene:
Oh, well, I figured I’d come down and get myself a decent seat for the Southern Heritage title match.

DDK:
Well, you’re more than welcome. I was getting a little lonely out here.

Eugene:
Yeah, what happened to Angus, man. That sucks.

DDK:
Was there any news backstage?

Eugene:
None, sorry.

DDK:
I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s hardheaded that way.

[The Pokemon Red/Blue Theme fades out to be replaced by Dokken’s ‘Breaking The Chains’]

DDK:
Well, here comes the challenger. Seth Stratton earned a shot at the Southern Heritage title last time out after defeating KOBE BEEF, one of Japan’s premier tag teams.

Eugene:
According to Wayne.

DDK:
But still, there were two of them. That’s impressive in anyone’s book.

[Seth Stratton bursts out onto the stage closely followed by ‘Agent To The Star(s)’ and younger brother of our guest commentator, Wayne Dewey.]

Quimbey:
Introducing first, The challenger. From Atherton, California and weighing in at 250lbs…

Eugene:
Pfft, yeah right.

[Together Seth and Wayne head down to ringside, climb the stairs and step into the ring.]

DDK:
I know you’ve had your problems with Seth and Wayne recently, but with your unbiased hat on, do you think Seth Stratton can win the Southern Heritage title here tonight?

Eugene:
Even with my biased hat on I’d say he can. Seth’s a dangerous opponent. He’ll take all the shortcuts he can against Penn tonight, and with Wayne at his side… well, he’s got a great opportunity to hold some gold tonight.

DDK:
I don’t think it’s any secret that Seth has been on a roll since Wayne started representing him, and forgive me for saying, but you seem to be experiencing quite the opposite run of luck. Seeing as Wayne has been attempting to recruit you for weeks now, and you’ve made it quite clear that you don’t want anything to do with him again...

Eugene:
Mmmhmmm...

DDK:
Well, do you think a win for Stratton tonight could influence you to change your mind at all?

Eugene:
...No comment, Darren.

[‘Breaking The Chains’ fades...]

Quimbey:
Now, coming to the ring…

[Darren Quimbey’s voice echo across the arena as "Enae Volare Mezzo," by Era is set to begin. Curtis steps onto the ramp, he is proudly wearing his black and green "I Fight Every Day" t-shirt from TapouT and trunks to match, flanked by security the arena darkens and the Gregorian chanting begins. He stares at the ring, with a cold blank look. ]

Quimbey:
3rd Kandidat Master ranking in SAMBO… a student of Rener Gracie and holder of the Purple Belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

[After a few moments Curtis and his team take their first steps towards the ring. ]

Quimbey:
He is also a former WfWA World Tag Team Champion with the CHIMERA Fight TEAM and a fighter known the world over…

[Penn makes his way to the steps of the ring and removes his shirt, he hands it off to one of his security team before making his way up the steps. They check and make sure his mouth guard is in place before he stomps up the steps.]

Quimbey:
Hailing from Pensacola, Florida; weighing in at 215lbs and standing 6 feet 2 inches… He is the NEEEEEEEW DEFIANCE SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION! "The MOUTHPEICE" CURTIS PEEEENNNN!

[At the sound of his name he wipes his feet on the top step before ducking underneath the top rope. His, cold, blue eyes stare through his competition.]

DDK:
Curtis Penn defeated Tucker G. Alston on our last show to win the Southern Heritage title. You can be sure he’s not going to give it up lightly.

[As Curtis Penn’s eyes flit from Seth to Wayne, The Agent To The Star(s) swallows the lump in his throat, slaps his client on the back and tells him to ‘go get him’ before bailing from the ring. Seth turns as though to ask Wayne where he’s going, but Dewey simply points over to the announce table and takes off running.]

Eugene:
Oh god…

DDK:
It looks like… Yes, we’re being joined by Wayne Dewey now as well.

[Rustling.]

Wayne Dewey: (Slightly out of breath)
Keebs, Euge…

Eugene:
Shouldn’t you be over there with Seth?

Wayne:
What, oh… no… he’s got this…

DDK:
You don’t sound so sure about that.

Wayne:
No… I am. He’s got this…

*DINGDINGDING*

[The opening bell rings and the two combatants circle each other. Penn strikes first with a loud chop to Seth’s chest. Seth no sells the chop to mild applause from the Japanese fans, then takes Penn to the mat with an arm drag.]

Wayne:
See!

[With Penn sitting on the mat, Seth lands a standing dropkick to his spine. Penn topples over holding his back, but quickly springs to his feet again. The two lock up and Penn whips Seth into the ropes hard, taking him down as he returns with a back elbow. Seth falls to the mat holding his face.]

DDK:
That’ll loosen some teeth.

Wayne:
Impossible, Seth drinks three gallons of milk a day. Those chompers are like iron. Ivory iron.

Eugene:
Irony?

DDK:
I thought Seth was lactose intolerant?

Eugene:
… That explains the noises coming from the men’s room earlier.

Wayne:
Like some small human frailty can keep Seth Stratton from his daily supply of calcium?

[Penn drops to one knee and takes advantage of a downed Seth by applying an armbar. He wrenches it in tight and Seth lets out a manly roar.]

Eugene:
I think a woman in the audience is in trouble!

DDK:
Seth Stratton with a, uh… high pitched wail.

Wayne:
A cathartic wail! Falsetto screams are just weakness leaving the body!

[Seth tries to drag himself to the bottom rope, but the move is locked in tight. He summons all the energy he can and flips over on top of Penn. He begins striking Penn in the face with his free elbow until Penn lets go of the hold and rolls to safety.]

DDK:
Quite a display of athleticism by Seth Stratton to get out of that armbar.

Wayne:
They don’t call LeBron James the ‘Seth Stratton of the NBA’ for nothing.

[Both men up, Seth hits the ropes and takes Penn down with a shoulder block. Penn springs up quickly and Seth hits another. This time Penn stays down, and Seth leaps into the air dropping both knees into Penn’s ribcage. He goes for a pin…

ONE! TWO! THR-NO.]

DDK:
Shoulder up by Penn.

[An angry Seth slams a fist down on the mat and glares at Benny Doyle. Penn favors his ribs, and Seth lifts him to his feet. He buries a knee in Penn’s tender midsection then hits a quick snap suplex.]

DDK:
Seth with the upperhand in the early goings of this match.

Wayne:
Superior energy. Superior conditioning. The man prepares himself for epic showdowns like he’s Joe Montana.

Eugene:
More like Tony Montana.

[Seth bounces up and lifts Penn from the rear, getting him in a waistlock and hitting a german suplex. Seth holds on and arches his back for the pin…

ONE! TWO! THREENO!]

Wayne:
Slow count!

DDK:
Penn with yet another kickout.

Eugene:
He’s gotta weaken Penn a bit more first, unless he has a masterball.

DDK:
…

Eugene:
Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.

[Seth leaps up and gets in Benny Doyle’s face, quickly slapping the back of his hand against his palm to illustrate how a proper count should go. Unbeknownst to him, Penn has struggled up. He sneaks behind Seth with a quick schoolboy pin…

ONETWOTHR-NO!]

Wayne:
Oh, so HE gets a proper count!

DDK:
Benny Doyle a little quick on the count there, possibly annoyed by Seth’s criticism.

[An angry Seth springs up, and we’re at square one again. The two men begin trading vicious blows. Seth gains a quick upperhand, backing Penn towards the ropes. Penn responds by ramping up his own swings, turning the tide and backing Seth up against the opposite ropes. With Seth dazed, he whips him into the ropes. As Seth comes back, Penn hits a him with a knee to the face, followed by a quick belly to belly suplex.]

DDK:
What a sequence by Curtis Penn! He hooks the leg!

[ONE! TWO THREEE-

-NO!]

DDK:
Shoulder up! Neither of these guys are backing down!

[Both men scramble up, and now instead of trading punches they begin trading audible chops.]

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP*

[Penn gains an advantage in the chop battle, backing Seth into a corner. He then drives his shoulder into Seth’s midsection, doubling him over.  He hooks him for some kind of suplex.]

DDK:
This doesn’t look good for Seth!

Eugene:
Looks pretty good to me.

[He lifts, but Seth reverses the momentum. He lands back on his feet, drops to one knee, brings his right forearm up and hits…]

Wayne:
THE HAMSTRING HAMMER!

Eugene:
Oh c’mon, just ‘cause you call it that-

Wayne:
THE HAMSTRING IS A PERFECTLY LEGAL TARGET FOR STRIKES.

[Penn is doubled over, but to his credit doesn’t fall. Seth and Benny Doyle have a quick argument.]

DDK:
It seems our official disagrees with that assertion, Wayne.

[Doyle gives Seth a warning, but Seth dismisses him with one hand. He then returns his attention to Penn, still doubled over near the corner. He double hooks Penn’s arms, then steps back, placing each of his feet on the bottom rope.]

Eugene:
What’s this?

[Seth lifts Penn until he’s vertical, then jumps off the bottom rope and plants him on the crown of his head. The Japanese crowd comes to life.]

Eugene:
WHOA! HOLY MOLY!

DDK:
GASPS OF AWE FROM THIS NORMALLY RESERVED JAPANESE CROWD! AND WHO COULD BLAME THEM! SETH STRATTON JUST PLANTED CURTIS PENN WITH… WITH…

Wayne:
THE MIND ERASER! Proof that if you lock Seth Stratton in a broom closet with an ounce of cocai.. uh, a case of Red Bull, he’ll come out with wrestling genius!

[With that, Wayne drops his headset and scampers over to ringside. Seth is in the ring, admiring his handiwork. Penn lays flat out his back, motionless.]

DDK:
Wayne Dewey has left the announce table! Curtis Penn is out!

Wayne:
That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!

DDK:
And now Eugene Dewey has left the announce table. And I’m alone. Great.

[Eugene joins Wayne at ringside. The two brothers lock into a manly embrace.]

DDK:
Wait, what does this mean? Have the Dewey Brothers joined forces?

[And while that’s going on outside the ring, inside Seth gingerly places one boot on Penn’s chest…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

..

..

..]

DDK:
What is Eugene doing? An overzealous Eugene Dewey has just leapt onto the apron and interrupted the count!

[Sure enough, Eugene is on the apron clapping and signaling for Seth to come over. Seth looks mildly annoyed, but when Eugene excitedly pats him on the back he’s all smiles.]

DDK:
I can’t believe it! Eugene Dewey has joined Seth Stratton and Wayne Dewey! Say it ain’t so! He’s gone to the dark side! Curtis Penn is still out, this match isn’t even over yet! This is all very shocking, and I have no one to bounce things off of!

[Eugene motions for Seth to go finish off Penn, then he leaps off the apron. He grabs a ring towel and slings it over his shoulder, then snatches the Southern Heritage Title from the time keeper and raises it over his head. Seth throws him a Patrick Bateman-esque wink and mouths something…]

“Watch this.”

DDK:
What’s Seth doing now? Just pin him already, he’s out! Wait, no. No!

[Instead of going for the pin, Seth lifts Penn’s prone body off the mat. He double hooks his arms, and places his feet on the bottom rope again. He raises one thumb into the air, then quickly down again, Gladiator style.]

DDK:
He can’t hit that Mind Eraser again, he might seriously injure Penn! Get the EMTs!

[Seth lifts Penn vertically…]

DDK:
Ring the damn bell, Doyle! C’mon!

[... But this time, Penn reverses the momentum, lands on his feet and flips Seth over his back, launching him to the middle of the ring with a thud. The Japanese fans robustly applaud.]

DDK:
PENN WITH THE REVERSAL! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S EVEN ALIVE! SETH HIS DOWN, AND PENN IS STAGGERING OVER!

[Penn gets to Seth, lifts him, tucks his left arm and wraps his own around Seth’s throat, pulling his head back harshly.]

DDK:
CURTIS CLUTCH! PENN HAS SUNKEN IN THE CURTIS CLUTCH, THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

[Wayne and Eugene slap the apron, trying to encourage Seth to make it to the ropes. Seth struggles mightily, using his free hand to slowly inch himself closer. Eugene holds the Southern Heritage title up as motivation, and Seth inches closer still.]

DDK:
I can’t believe Seth Stratton hasn’t tapped yet! I can’t believe Curtis Penn is standing! And if my partner Angus Skaaland were here he’d say something trite and useless like ‘I can’t believe it’s not butter!’

[Seth continues to drag him and a weakened Penn towards the ropes, a little at a time, while his head is cranked back viciously in the Curtis Clutch.]

DDK:
What heart by these two men! I never thought I’d say this during a Seth Stratton match, but this is what Defiance is all about!

[Seth stops and reaches out towards the ropes with his free hand, also symbolically reaching out towards the Southern Heritage title, which Eugene Dewey holds just in the distance. His hand is close, his fingers brushing the middle rope, when…]

DDK:
WHAAAAAT?!

[... Eugene Dewey levels Wayne Dewey with the Southern Heritage title...]

DDK:
What just happened? Why did Eug-

*DINGDINGDING*

[... And then throws the white towel into the ring.]

QUIMBEY:
THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… AND STIIIIILLLLL SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION, CURTIS PENN!

DDK:
Eugene Dewey has thrown the towel in on Seth Stratton’s behalf!

[Eugene slides the title to Penn, whose fallen to his knees in exhaustion. Seth climbs to his feet, completely oblivious to Penn. He locks eyes with Eugene, throwing him an intense, rage filled stare…

… Which Eugene returns with a raspberry, before scurrying up the ramp.]

DDK:
It was all a ruse, folks! Eugene Dewey has cost Seth Stratton the Southern Heritage title, and Seth is none too pleased!

[Seth takes off after Eugene, leaving an unconscious Wayne at ringside.]

[At ringside, Angus Skaaland stumbles back to the Commentation Station. He is clearly not alright.]

DDK:
Well, well, well, look who went out there and made something of himself tonight! Welcome back, Angus! How are you?

Angus:
Youshaddap... Head... kindastillhurts...

DDK:
Are you sure you should be back out here?

Angus:
FUGGINKILLUKEEBS!

DDK:
Anyway, what went down out there was a damned shame, it was wrong, and we were all (mostly) behind you!

Angus:
fugginliar...

[...]

DDK:
Well folks, three weeks ago Dusty Griffith returned to DEFIANCE in a big way...

Angus:
For howl on, who knews, he could quit tomorrow!

DDK:
...Coming in to save Cancer Jiles from a beating at the hand of Kai Scott and his army.

Angus:
WHOOO CAN-SAH!!

DDK:
Since that time, Griffith has put away two of the World Champion’s soldiers and now, he aims to seal his long awaited shot at the World Heavyweight Title.

Angus:
An’ alls he has to do is Ike Turner his way through some failed Jamaican sprinter or whatever she did…

DDK: [ahem]
That ‘Jamaican sprinter’ went twenty minutes with Christian Light and won War Games! And I’m pretty sure you used to like her. Are you alright?

Angus:
What? Yeah… YEAH!... Eh… I might think so…

DDK:
Maybe you should leave the talking to me on this one, partner.

Angus:
What, why? Wait, what? What’s next? I think I’m still all concussion-y.

DDK:
Yeah, a little bit…

Angus:
I’m fine, let’s roll.

[The arena lights go crimson red, with white strobes flickering at the top of the ramp.]

♫ What you got? ♫
♫ What you got? ♫
♫ What you got? ♫

[Lisa Loeh walks out first, then points behind her and steps to the side. Claira walks out, in her robe, hood up.]

♫ You better buck- buck- buckle up, prepare for this impact ♫
♫ Car crash whiplash, 'bam', snap your neck back in half ♫
♫ Why can't I just be realistic? ♫
♫ Give 'em what they want and make the biddies go ballistic ♫

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
And now… coming to the ring from KINGSTON, JAMAICA… Standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing in at 141 pounds… She is the SUBMISSION SIREN!! CLAAAAIRRRRRA SAAAAAAINT SURRRRRRRRRRRE!!

♫ Sadistic motherfuckers playing complicated ♫
♫ Well never underestimate the underestimated ♫
♫ Opinionated, elevated, sticking to my guns ♫
♫ And I think you’re gonna get just what you got coming ♫

[She lowers the hood, and raises both fists in the air making the long walk towards the ring.]

♫ You’re gonna get just what you got coming ♫

[Arriving at ringside, Claira steps out of the robe and hands it to Lisa before leaping from the floor to the ring apron, then over the ropes.]

♫ That's the penalty! That’s the penalty! ♫
♫ Payback's a bitch so you best keep running ♫
♫ That's the penalty! That’s the penalty! ♫
♫ It's what you got, what you got, what you got coming ♫

[Claira throws a few warmup jabs and kicks, then leans back in her corner with her arms over the ropes as she awaits her opponent.]

DDK:
Claira looking unfazed here tonight, perhaps a little surprising.

Angus:
It’s not like she hasn’t been in there with bigger dudes than Mayberry.

DDK:
True enough, partner, but she’s the last obstacle between Dusty Griffith and a shot at her mentor, and DEFIANCE World Champion, Kai Scott. Even if it’s not showing, it has to be weighing on her.

[Kill the lights.]

[Cue the drum beat.]

♫ Hey, hey, hey, hey, YEAH! ♫
♫ Hey, hey, hey, hey, YEAH! ♫
♫ Hey, hey, hey, hey, YEAH! ♫

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
And now… coming to the ring from BOISE, IDAHO… Standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 290 pounds… He is the WILD BRONCO… DUSSSSSSSSSSSSTY GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIFFFFFFFFFITH!!

[Stomping along with beat, the crowd cheers as Dusty Griffith comes rushing out to the ring clad in his trademark black and silver “Wild Bronco” windbreaker, black trunks, knee pads, and boots.]

♫ Stand up, you don't have to be afraid ♫
♫ Get down, love is like a hurricane ♫
♫ Street boy, no I never could be tamed, better believe it ♫

[Dusty dives into the ring under the ropes, sliding in a couple feet before popping to his feet and hurls himself against the ropes.]

♫ Guilty till I'm proven innocent ♫
♫ Whiplash, heavy metal accident ♫
♫ Rock on, I wanna be the president, 'cos ♫

[After a few laps, Dusty bounces to a stop in the center of the ring, then takes to the nearest corner. Climbing up, he thrusts his arms out toward the audience, his hands clenched into fists.]

♫ I love it loud, I wanna hear it loud, right between the eyes ♫
♫ LOUD! I wanna hear it loud, I don't want to compromise ♫

[Dropping down from the turnbuckles, he walks around the ring before taking to his corner as the music fades out. Meanwhile, Claira St. Sure returns to the confines of the squared circle, standing in her corner as she prepares for the bell to be sounded.]

DING!! DING!! DING!!

DDK:
And there’s the bell.

Angus:
That Benny Doyle…

DDK:
Yeah? What about Benny Doyle?

Angus:
Calling for the bell, he does it well.

DDK:
Okay then.

[Dusty and Claira stare back at each other from their corners, the size difference becoming more and more apparent as they move closer while circling around the ring. Suddenly Griffith shoots in on CSS, even surprising her with his quickness. Taking her down, Dusty uses basic mat wrestling to control and attempts to go for a headlock of some kind, but with Claira being much smaller, isn’t able to keep her from squirming around and escaping. Backing away, Claira looks back at Griffith, who stares back as he pops up to his feet.]

Angus:
You see the look on her face, Keebs?

DDK:
I do and I think Claira may be cursing Kai Scott for signing her up for this.

[Dusty closes in as Claira circles away, but finds herself getting cornered against the ropes. Dusty shoots in, but Claira dodges quick enough, but not so quick to as avoid Griffith who continues moving with the “shoot” and catches her with another takedown. Going for the arm, Dusty tries to latch on, but again she manages twist and squirm her way free. This time Griffith’s face shows a bit of annoyance as Claira backs away again, a slight bit of confidence building as a bit of smirk curls at the corners of her mouth.]

Angus:
She keeps grinnin’ like an idiot and Mayberry might actually give up that honor nonsense and just go ahead and smack a bitch.

DDK:
That is if he could catch her.

[Griffith pops up and approaches, Claira continues to circle away. Griffith charges and Claira dodges away, but this time Claira lashes out with a hard shin kick to Dusty’s thigh. Turning around, Griffith moves in and Claira continues to fire with those kicks to the legs. Griffith fakes another shoot, causing Claira to dodge right into another takedown. Claira immediately starts to twist, turn and squirm, but Griffith displays his grappling skill as he rolls with her movements instead of trying to grab a hold, keeping her from escaping so quickly.]

DDK:
Griffith riding this one out…

Angus: [snickers]
You said…

DDK: [sighs]
I know what I said...

[After a few moments, Claira finally finds an opening and manages to free herself, but doesn’t back away. Coiling back, Claira fires a roundhouse right at Dusty’s head, but he manages to block and then grab hold of her leg. Bouncing on one foot, Claira tries to catch him with an enzuigiri but he ducks and lets her fall to the mat face first. Not wasting time, Griffith grabs waistlock while Claira is still face down and deadlifts her off of the mat.]

DDK:
Claira going for a ride here…

Angus: [more snickering]
There’s a lot of riding going on in this match.

[Pulling her the rest of the way up, Dusty attempts to throw her with a German Suplex, but as he releases the waistlock it allows Claira to flip back and land on her feet. As Dusty attempts to get back up he eats a shotgun dropkick right to the chest that sends him tumbling back and sucking for air. Instinctively Dusty scrambles, but is rushed by Claira who blitzes him with everything that she can throw at him, punches, elbows, kicks, knees.]

DDK:
Claira with a relentless storm of strikes.

Angus:
Mayberry ate quite a few those, but he’s starting to ride out the storm now…

DDK:
Yes, I see what you did there, and yes, Dusty’s managing to block some of these shots.

[Constant in her attack, Claira keeps up the pressure going high and low with her multi-faceted striking, although Dusty is working his way back to his feet. Just as Dusty starts to rise from one knee, Claira opens up her attack and clobbers him with a spinning back fist that hit him more in the neck and shoulder. Stumbling back into the corner, Dusty looks up with a glimmer of frustration in his eyes, but as he does Claira comes flying in with a step-up knee that rocks his head back.]

Angus:
You know… she just might have a chance…

DDK:
She might, but she better not let him wake up.

[Claira tries to whip Dusty across the ring, but he doesn’t cooperate, refusing the move while he winces and holds his head. Giving up, Claira goes back to her assault, this time hitting a beautiful combo of leg and body shots that opened Griffith up to a high roundhouse kick that actually buckled him, causing him to drop to one knee. The sight of Griffith dropping causes the audience to react loudly in surprise and then applause. With the mix of Dusty buckling and the crowds reaction towards her, overcome with emotion, Claira turns and bursts with excitement as she soaks in the crowds acknowledgement.]

Angus:
She dropped him… Am I imagining this because of the concussion...

DDK:
But she’s not following up…

[Meanwhile, down on one knee, Dusty wincing and holding the side of his head, he looks up to see Claira celebrating. Pushing himself back up, he shakes the cobwebs as he rubs the side of his head. Noticing this, Claira goes to attack, trying for another knee, but this time Dusty is ready and catches Claira on the way up and in one single heave, tosses her clear across the ring.]

Angus: [sobering up]
And she just blew it…

DDK:
I understand the emotions at play, but this might end up being a very costly mistake on her part…

[Still leaning back in the corner, the fogginess in his eyes burns away with a simmering fury as his jaw clenches tightly into a growl. Claira charged in again but this time, with a sudden rush, Dusty roars before EXPLODING from the corner and absolutely demolishing her with an elbow smash directly to her skull. The blow leaving her in a quivering heap on the mat.]

DDK:
I don’t even know what to say…

Angus:
I do. He just smacked a bitch with a RUSHIN’ ELBOW!

[Amped up, Dusty stomps around, mugging for the crowd as he’s overcome with own furious emotion. Claira however remained on the mat, but surprisingly moving around as she holds her head. Finally his temper subsiding, Dusty signals that it’s time to end this.]

DDK:
He should just pin her, there’s no need for anymore.

Angus:
This is DEFIANCE, Keebs, there’s no mercy rule around here.

[Dusty goes over to grab Claira, ripping her off her back with a fist full of her blonde dreads and sets her up for the Powerbomb. Whipping her up, Claira reaches the apex of the ascent and somehow has the presence of mind to grab the back of Dusty’s head with one hand and start punching him with the other.]

Angus:
How in the hell does she even have the fight left in her to do that?

DDK:
Purely instinct at this point, I’m sure.

[Letting go of his head, Claira throws herself back and takes Griffith over with a hurricanrana. However, Dusty rolls with it and ends up on his feet, still holding on to her at the waist. Claira resumes throwing fists at Dusty’s skull and going full deadweight, trying to keep him from lifting her back.]

DDK:
Claira St. Sure desperately trying to survive now.

Angus:
The idea of a painful death has a habit of making people do that.

[Trying to switch gears, Claira tries to trap Dusty, going for a triangle choke as Dusty reached up to block his face from her punches. Synching in the hold, Claira squeezes as hard as she can, but the effort it took locking up the hold created a lull in her defenses. Crouching down, both to relieve some of the pressure from the triangle choke and also to grab fistfuls of her trunks at the waist…]

DDK:
Oh no… this is not… good…

Angus:
ATOMIC…

[...in one blindingly fast and devastating moment, Claira was whipped up from the mat and then hurled with such brutal force on to the back of her head and neck that if not for being attached to her body, her arms and legs would have flown off with the way they were thrown.]

Angus:
POWERBOMB!

DDK:
My god, that was a sickening impact.

[Dusty Griffith didn’t go for the pin, backing away for a moment to recover as he fell back against the ropes, looking a bit light headed from the combination of head shots and the triangle choke. Benny Doyle dove in to check on Claira and after a moment called for the bell. Griffith looked on curiously as Doyle rushed over to him to explain the situation.]

Angus:
Wait… what?

Darren “DQ” Quimbey:
Ladies and Gentlemen… Your winner of the match… BY KNOCKOUT!! DUSSSSSSSTY GRRRRRRRRRIFFFFFFFITH!!

DDK:
What was it that you said last week, Angus? So vicious it’s disgusting?

Angus:
Something like that, yeah.

DDK:
Yeah well, if Kai Scott is unfortunate enough to go for that ride, we just may have a new world champion.

[Having had a chance to calm down from what can only be called “rage mode”, Dusty Griffith, showing his sportsmanship as he went over to check on his opponent, Claira St. Sure who was now seated up against the nearest turnbuckles. However, Lisa Loeh gets between him and Claira, yelling at him, Dusty stares at Lisa and then shrugs before bailing from the ring.]

Angus:
You know what, Keebs? Say what you will about his honor and respect for the sport and his opponents and all that crap… But that dude, clearly has the capacity for being a cold blooded killer when he needs to be.  Even if it did take getting his brains scrambled to bring it out.

DDK:
Well, Angus… He just might need to be when he’ll likely have to fight Kai Scott and all of his Totally Untouchables by himself.

[The shot fades backstage, where we see Seth Stratton on a mini-rampage. He’s still wearing his wrestling gear, and he holds something is his hand. It’s a signed, framed picture of Don Johnson. He holds the picture horizontally, as to not spill whatever narcotic it is he has lined up on it’s surface.]

Seth Stratton:
EUGENE!

[He screams out, but aside from the camera man he appears to be alone. He lifts up a straw.]

Seth Stratton:
YOU FAT…

*SNORT*

Seth Stratton:
…PIECE…

*SNORT*

Seth Stratton:
…OF…

*SNORT*

Seth Stratton:
…SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!

*SNOOOOOOOOOOOORT*

Seth Stratton:
You ruined everything you vindictive little pecker! I’m going to eat your face for Thanksgiving dinner and shit it out at a rest stop in Dubuque, Iowa while two homeless dudes eat each other’s wrinkly assholes out in the corner! I’m going to ride a dragon to your mother’s residence and force her to watch Tyler Perry movies until she strings herself up in the coat closet! I’M GOING TO DRAG YOU INTO THE SEWER AND LET MUTANT RATS RUN TRAIN ON THAT CELLUITE COVERED PLANET YOU CALL AN ASS WHILE I CACKLE IN THE DISTANCE!

[He drops the Miami Vice memorabilia and slides to the ground with his back against the wall, his mood going from manic to depressive. He stares at the camera and laments.]

Seth Stratton:
I was going to fill a hot tub full of Goldschlager! Now I have nothing, nothing but three cases of Goldschlager and no fucking receipt! YOU OWE ME THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO SEVENTY EIGHT YOU PUDGY LITTLE JIZZ STAIN! I DEMAND SATISFACTION!

[With the anger back, he jumps to his feet and stares into the camera lens, with crazy eyes.]

Seth Stratton:
I’m calling you out, Eugene! Me and you at Grindhouse: Japan! Deathmatch! No rules! Just me, Seth Stratton, kicking you in the stomach until Mountain Dew and Cool Ranch Doritos come shooting out of your asshole! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DID THIS TO ME, EUGENE! WATCH OUT JAPAN!  AT GRINDHOUSE, THE CLOSEST THING TO GODZILLA THIS COUNTRY HAS SEEN WILL BE UNLEASHED, AND THAT THING IS SETH FUCKING STRATTON! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[Seth lets out a mighty roar before falling to the ground and feverishly trying to snort the rest of whatever he dropped as the feed cuts.]

Angus:
Is my head still wobbly or is Seth Stratton drooling and screaming like a madman?

DDK:
Nope. That's what's happening.

Angus:
Good. My weed must be kicking in then.

DDK: 
*rolls eyes*

Angus:
What?

[Cut Backstage.]

[With a towel draped around his neck, Dusty Griffith stalks the halls, unwinding and ripping the tape from his wrists and hands as he heads towards the locker room after his match with Claira St. Sure.]

"Dusty Griffith!"

[The voice of Christie Zane calls out, Dusty looks up, noticing the form of DEFIANCE's Mic Stand Extraordinaire waiting at the door to the locker room that Dusty resides in this evening.]

Zane:
Dusty, Mr. Griffith, can I get a word?

[Dusty approaches, his mind still a little foggy from the cranial impact he absorbed from Claira St. Sure's knee and high kick. Stopping just short of where Zane stands, he continues pulling and tearing at the tape on his hands.]

Dusty: [snorts, thumbs his nose]
A word?

[She nods.]

Dusty:
Sure.

[Ignoring her completely, he turns to the camera as tosses the last bit of tape to the floor and begins.]

Dusty:
Kai Scott... I've passed your tests with flying colors. Hell, since coming back to DEFIANCE, I've done nothing except single-handedly dismantle your army of Totally Untouchables, starting with that Duke Nukem look-a-like, Jonny Booya...

[Raising his right hand, he extends his index finger.]

"Then, Leon Booth, who's now out of play..."

[Now the middle finger.]

"And your very own protege, Claira St. Sure."

[His ring finger extends, counting the three TUT soldiers he has pinned or knocked out in the last three weeks. His hand drops away as he continues.]

Dusty:
One by one, each of them have learned the same painful lesson that you're about to learn as well.

[Snorting in a sharp breath.]

Dusty:
That the man that stands before you is not just back again, this is not the man who returned years ago without the same fire and passion for the game.

[He shakes his head.]

Dusty:
Nuh uh, after years of being away and remembering why this sport has become my calling in life. I am here to tell the world, that I am back, better than ever and ready to lay claim to the last brass ring that matters in this sport.

The World Heavyweight Championship.

Which leads me to you.

[Another breath.]

Dusty:
In a weeks time, we will descend upon one of pro wrestling’s holiest of battlegrounds, the Tokyo Korakuen Hall. There I will do more than put your reign as the champion to the test, I’ll do for you what you haven’t done for yourself, I will make you earn the right to call yourself the champion.

[Inhale, exhale, the stern look upon his face hardens further.]

Dusty:
Because now that your army of human shields have been dismantled, your time hiding behind them has run out. I know the last thing you want is a real fight. But it’s not your choice anymore. Whether you like it or not, when you and I face across the ring at Korakuen Hall, I am going to drag a real fight out of you. And you’d better indulge me, Kai, if you have any hope in the world of holding onto that World Heavyweight Title. Because if you don’t… there’s going to be a new champion, and a former champion left wondering where it all went wrong.

[Without another word, he moves past Christie Zane, disappearing into the locker room.]

[Cut back to Angus and Keebs.]

Angus:
He can say whatever he wants, I still don’t trust him.

DDK:
Come on, partner, the man has clearly come back rejuvenated and determined.

Angus:
Determined? The guys a psycho, Keebs, you saw what he did to Claira when properly provoked. The only guy around here that’s a bigger nutjob is Box.

DDK:
I would hardly call that a fair comparison.

Angus:
Really? Box is driven to be the most feared man in DEFIANCE, by any means necessary. Dusty’s the same exact guy, except you replace Boxer’s malice and cruelty with an insane obsession with being the greatest wrestler ever, and you have two sides of the same coin. The only real difference is that Box lives and dies for DEFIANCE, who the hell knows with Dusty if he loses to Kai Scott, I wouldn’t be surprised if we never hear from him again.

DDK:
Well, we’ll find out soon enough… But for now, we have the main event coming up!