AHHH! DAMN IT! THAT TITLE WAS MINE THAT TITLE IS MINE!

An ice pack goes flying through the hallway. 

Fumbling through the curtains from the guerilla position out to the beginnings of the backstage hallways…

One Oscar Burns. 

Fresh off an incredible main event with Deacon for the FIST… but with nothing to show for it but an empty waist and a sore back, courtesy of The Altar Call at least ten minutes before. Butcher Victorious (as always with his mic in hand) and holding his own face from being kicked by Deacon. He’s behind Burnsie trying to get him to calm down and doing a piss-poor job of doing so. 

Butcher Victorious:
Oscar… Hey! Boss! That was total bullshit! I saw it! You had that pin! You… 

Oscar Burns:
CLOSE YOUR MOUTH. NOW. 

Butcher stops instantly, lest he feel the wrath of his new boss. 

Oscar Burns:
You want to make yourself useful, GC? Gimme that thing! We got this camera ponce here… I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say! I’m not done! DEFIANCE is NEVER done! 

Butcher nods and then gives him the microphone. Oscar wags a finger at the camera filming them to come closer. 

Oscar Burns:
Hey… hey, this mic sounds good. 

Butcher Victorious:
I know, right? I took out an advance so BUTCH VIC… COULD BUY THE BEST STICK! 

Oscar Burns:
All right, all right… DEFIANCE! This ACTS Tournament was ass! The fact that I have to compete with fifteen other ponces in this tournament? Ass! Nobody other than Lindsay Troy in this damn tournament knows what it’s like to hold that FIST! To bear the burden of responsibility of running this ship! Dex Joy! Conor Fuse! Deacon! REZIN! That shovel-stealing son of a… AHHHHH! EVERYONE IS AGAINST ME!

He continues. 

Oscar Burns:
I SHOULDN’T NEED TO DO A USELESS TOURNAMENT! I! AM! DEFIANCE! THAT ISN’T JUST A TAGLINE! THAT’S A STRAIGHT-UP FACT! MORE MATCHES WRESTLED IN DEFIANCE! MORE MATCHES WONTHAN ANYONE ELSE IN DEFIANCE! THE ONLY THREE-TIME DEFY AWARD WINNER! TWO-TIME FIST, THREE-TIME WORLD CHAMPION! I LITERALLY SAVED THIS COMPANY FROM TWO DIFFERENT INVASIONS! THE UTA AND 24K! ME! NOT THAT FRAGILE PIECE OF TRASH, GAGE BLACKWOOD! I’M THE HERO! I’M THE GODDAMN BEST!

The Man Called DEFIANCE tries to simmer himself down, but he’s having trouble doing so. 

Oscar Burns:
I’m... tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna be watching tomorrow’s finals. Trust me, GCs. Butcher and I, we have our eyes on the finals of the ACTS Tournament. I don’t care if it’s Lindsay Troy. I don’t care if it’s Rezin. One way or another… 

One eye on Butcher. 

Oscar Burns:
This tournament is an insult to me… and tomorrow night, I’m going to show this company what happens when you insult its good name… MY good name. 

End. 

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