FADE IN

We are LIVE backstage at the Mellon Center -- Untouchable 2013 is in the books, and still in the locker room, with a shit-eating grin on his face, is the new FIST of DEFIANCE, Dan Ryan.

He's still in ring gear, sweat on his brow, head slightly down, giving his grin a slightly evil look to it.

DAN RYAN:  
"First thing's first of COURSE...."

"You were a.... WORTHY opponent, Claira St. Sure. My shoulder hurts -- it'll be fine soon enough -- but you carried yourself like a champion in that ring tonight, and for that, I commend you. If only your mouth and your intellect could catch up to your physical abilities, if only you were able to see your competition for what they are instead of clinging to old notions of worthiness, you might receive my actual respect. For now, accept my commendation, and that's all you'll get."

"Oh, and I promise not to let you down, sweetie. By the end of the week, I promise to be 33500% larger than you, MINIMUM."

WINK.

"And NOOOOWWWWW...."

"BRONSON. BOX."

"I am so.... let me repeat.... SO. FUCKING.GLAD.... that it's you, Bronson."

"I was absolutely fucking THRILLED with what you had to say to me on the show tonight."

"THRILLED."

"You are offering me everything I've ever wanted and offering it to me in a neat little package with a bow on top."

"It is, my friend, the very essence of my being that I must seek out and engage in every conceivable challenge I can find for myself. Championship gold is nice. That's what we all strive for, but for me.... I want only the best every single day of the fuckin' year. I want only to step into the ring with the toughest, most feared man in DEFIANCE, and if we did it every night for the rest of my career, I would willingly die with a big fuckin' smile on my face."

"I'm your prize?"

"Bronson, I REVEL in that statement."

"You are the one who speaks and instills fear in everyone who hears your voice. You are the one who walks in the room like a pitbull off of its leash, watching everyone fidget nervously just hoping you aren't in a bad mood."

"I want you to hit me in the face, Bronson. I want to feel it. And then, I'll make you feel it too. I'm fine with being overlooked. I'm fine with being dismissed as an outsider. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I'll bide my time and prove myself. I don't care about any of that."

"But you putting your focus on me? It doesn't scare me, Mistah Box. You think there's anything I want more than for us to get in the ring and beat the hell out of each other? You think there's anything I wouldn't do make sure it happens??"

"Why Bronson....."

"I'd give my left eye."

Ryan smirks deeply....

FADE OUT.

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