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October 20th, 2013 Dynasty Spectrum Philadelphia, PA ![]() Alot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin' Clips of Jason Mentez begin to flash on the screen. What's hot A clip of Jolee biting her lip and smiling is then seen. Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up A clip of Alistair Slayde looking out of a window is shown. Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite Tony Carmine is then seen rubbing his hands with a smirk and then the screen fades into black... Don't happen overnight Kai's face fades in a little in black and white and he begins to laugh...then the beat takes it's cue and begins to play. So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, 5 cars, the rent charge Clips of superstars such as Cain Morgan and Ashley Sullivan are seen looking out to the crowd getting them pumped up while standing on the turnbuckles. Comin' up in the world don't trust no body Gotta look over your shoulder constantly Emilio Vialpando is seen watching someone in the hallways with devious smile before walking away out of frame. I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up Looking in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up Felicity is seen looking into the mirror in her locker room with a small photo of her brother and Co-GM, Brandon Banks. The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honey's Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me Annie Zellor is seen walking up to a fan with a bright smile on her face as she rubs a childs head and then points out to the rest of the fans. Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with it, nevertheless Hunter Werth is then seen sitting in a hallway looking up to a television screen watching highlights of Defiance and listening to the reactions of the crowd. He smiles... You got to go for the gusto but you don't know About the blood, sweat and tears and losing some of your peers Highlights of Star Deveraux and Angel Deveraux is seen as the Hard Knox Wrestling logo flashes onto the screen. ![]() The Scene fades as the camera few zooms out from the stage with fireworks going off on the stage and fans seen cheering to the top of their lungs. Brian Mason: Welcome back to another episode of Defiance! Mark TANGO: HOT DIGGITY DAMN. WE'RE BACK! ARE YOU GUYS READY?! I KNOW I AM! Maddison Harthorne: We've been ready! Tonight, we find out who advances to the finals at Defiance 3! Brian: Mason: And that's not all we have planned for you tonight ladies and gentlemen. Also tonight, we will see our second Proving Grounds match when Gwen Massey takes on the former PDW Cyber Champion, and Platinum Chipper, Neon! Mark TANGO: If that's not enough, we're also gonna see the debuts of two BRAND NEW and EXCLUSIVE HKW SUPERSTARS ETHAN MATTHEWS AND JOLEE! Maddison Harthorne: Lets get this show on the road! ![]() As FBG Duck's "Look At Me" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out. Next to him is HKW referee Randy The Pilot who is dressed in his official uniform. Scandalous pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. Randy has a bag of Doritos in his hand and slowly walks down the ramp ahead of Sunshine. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me". He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out. After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring. Randy's already in the ring waiting while rolling his eyes. Finally rolling under the ropes, Tony stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to a group of females he spots in the audience. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades. Randy The Pilot grabs a microphone from a crew member and hands it off to Scandalous Tony as the crowd reacts with uncertainty. "....Carmine...." "....Tony Carmine." ".....Scandalous Tony Carmine...." ".....Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine....." Tony looks out the audience and gives a million dollar smile before alloiwing his name to sink into everyone's mind. The crowd jeers at his flamboyance and arrogance as Scandalous puts the mic back to his face. Scandalous Tony: That's my name. Wear it out if you want to, it only looks good on me anyway. Now I've yet to formally introduce myself to the people of Hard Knox Wrestling because...well...I didn't feel like it at first. I don't blame me. Everyone's been running their mouths about how they're going to be making the biggest impact, it's boring. You got a smorgasbord of people coming in here with a preconceived 'role' or 'character'. People think that by pissing everyone off with bullshit psyche, it'll create a rapport for them here in HKW with you all. If you all choose to feed into these hype demons, then maybe I had a little more faith in you than I should. The crowd boos at the disrespectful comment. Scandalous Tony: Excuse me your rudeness! But how can you people boo art? Show me a man or a woman back there that looks as good as me. Moves as fast as me. Knows as much as I do. Been through the same shit I've been through. Show me who else you think is capable of being the first champion crowned in HKW, and I'll show you pictures of my adolescent years of no acne so you can be jealous and feel bad about yourself. I'm the only one deserving of such honor. On that note, Tony turns and shoots Randy The Pilot a wink. Randy rolls out of the ring and lifts up the mat skirt. After searching around for a few moments, he pulls a shiny pink-giftwrapped box with an orange bow. Randy slides it in the ring as a a few "oohs and aahs" is heard. Scandalous Tony: Now we're going to establish a few things about Scandalous Tony. One: I don't want anyone to think I'm unapproachable. I'm actually a very nice and inviting guy once you get to know me. I'm not here to say that I'm better than everyone else. I'm out here to say that I will convince you to make that statement for yourselves. Two: I am in no way, shape or form, related or associated with Kenny Kasual. I'm here in HKW for Antonio and Antonio alone. People love to spread rumors about my bro, but there's no need. I'm killing all the suspicion now. I have my own agenda and my own goals. Kenny has his. It's a shame that a man is hated so much that the rest of the #RicHomiez suffer from association. Three: This is Randy The Pilot. You all don't have the right to call him "That Guy". He's my friend, and not yours. You address this man by his formal title. Also, he's my personal referee. Scandalous Tony doesn't compete in this ring unless Randy is officiating. That's not to say he will be 'cheating' for me or giving me an advantage. I just believe that Randy here is going to be the greatest referee of all time. He's got the sharpest eyes and the fastest reaction out of every other official here. How do I know this you ask? I didn't have to organize a referee training camp to know that my boy here is the only referee with the integrity to always call a match down the middle without hidden biases. Four: After tonight...well after like 2 minutes. You all will have the privilege of witnessing the very first Champion in Hard Knox Wrestling. So with that said, I want to say to you all....MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! Randy, open the present broski. Randy The Pilot lifts up the top off the gift revealing a purple championship belt in gold plates. The fans marvel at the title, all the while confused as to whether or not this was all real. Randy takes the belt out of the box and wraps it around Scandalous Tony's waist as he spreads his arms out the audience. More displeasure comes from the Philly crowd as Sunshine rubs the belt with pride. Scandalous Tony: Here is your winner AND THE NEW SUNSHINE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! Carmine....Tony Carmine....Scandalous Tony Carmine....Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine....now if you need me, I'll be in the back being the first crowned champion in the history of this organization. I've already done more than anyone in the back could ever imagine doing here, and there's more to come. Don't you worry, honey child" Tony blows a kiss to the crowd before dropping the microphone. Randy The Pilot holds Tony's hand in victory as FBG Duck's "Look At Me" blasts through the PA system as Randy kicks the gift box out the ring. The two make their exit as the fans are left annoyed, interested and freaked out at the same time. The scene fades as Scandalous Tony's impact was yet to be fully made after this precursor. ![]() It was supposed to be Jolee's debut match. But all she could really think about was that Lucia chick on twitter. Jolee debut was against Ethan of course she wasn't going to let this whole twitter mumble jumble aafect her debut. she was going to go out there and win her match. Second she was going to call out that bitch Lucia about all the shit she talks on twitter. Jolee was in her locker room, she was setting up a video camera. She was ready to let the world know how she felt about something. Jolee: First off I have something I need to get off my chest. I know I'm facing Ethan but seriously i log onto twitter today right? and BAM! I have a mention from some Lucia chick and guess what it turns out shes that one guy that was trying to get me to meet him shes his friend. Of course I'm shes calling me a skank ect. Jolee would move a strand of her hair away from her face. She was really frustrated about this. She had read the girls tweets and sounds like she is so full of shit its not even funny. Hell she even has her @ name is HKW world champion. Bitch isn't even the champion that's how much of a fantasy world she is living in. Jolee: I'm doing something none of HKW roster has done. I'm calling you out on your bullshit. Like your Bio said don't tweet me, beat me? Come on honey I'm waiting. Instead of hiding behind your tweets towards the whole HKW roster lets go?! Guess i'm the only one with the balls enough to actually call your pathetic ass out. Now lets go... Jolee smiles at the camera before hitting the off button. She was furious she really just wanted to rip Lucia face off. ![]() Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, Hard Knox Wrestling welcomes you to the Dynasty Spectrum for a night of...DEFIANCE!!! The audience goes wild, when they quiet back down, Jackson Strong makes his way through the curtains and heads straight down the ramp, not paying attention to a single person. Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 195 pounds, JACKSON STRONG! He climbs the steel steps quickly right before entering the ring and heading over to his corner, stretching and punching the top turnbuckle. Tyrus Mays emerges from the back as 'Turn It Up/Fire It Up' by Busta Rhymes begins thumping. He flexes a muscle pose, then holds up a finger, pointing to the back as the lovely Brooke Milton struts out beside him, showing off her muscled protege. She runs a hand down his chest, and then Tyrus and Brooke walk down to the ring arm in arm. Sadie Sanderson McLean: Coming to the ring, from Andalusia, Alabama... accompanied by Brooke Milton... 'The Amazing' Tyrus Mays!!! Tyrus holds open the ring ropes for Brooke to enter. Tyrus enters and climbs up on the second rope, flexing for the crowd as Brooke claps and points at him from the center of the ring. Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the cheers of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them. You are your own secret weapon. It's all up to you, to come out swingin'. It's all up to you! Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Phoenix, Arizona...HUNTER WERTH!!! Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for his final opponent. As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands makes his way out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on his face as the people begin to boo him. Sands slowly struts his way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to him by either scoffing or giving them the hand. He slides underneath the bottom rope and walks over to the center of the ring, where he drops to his knees and spreads out his arms, bathing in the hate the fans have for him. Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Cincinnati, Ohio...TANNER SANDS! After doing that, Sands gets back up and immediately lands a big right hand on Tyrus Mays! Referee Carl Robinson, quickly calls for the bell and tries to get back out of the way. Match One HKW World Championship Tournament - Round One Fatal Fourway ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! When Jackson Strong sees Tanner Sands going after Tyrus Mays, he goes right at Hunter Werth! Strong nails Werth with a forearm shot and follows that with a European Uppercut. On the other side of the ring, Mays hits Sands with a Clothesline and follows with a legdrop. Sands kicks out! Strong lands a running knee lift on Werth and is able to lift him up and flip him over into a Tree of Woe. Strong backs up, then hits Werth with a Spear!!! With Werth still in the Tree of Woe, Tanner Sands sees an opening and he too hits Werth with a Spear!!! Sands gets up and encourages Tyrus Mays to do it to. Mays backs up and with Werth still in the Tree of Woe, Mays hits him with an AMAZING Corner Splash! As soon as Mays connects with Werth, Sands lands a sickening Roundhouse kick to the back of the head of Tyrus Mays!!! As Mays falls, Sands scoops him and hits him with the Brainbuster he calls the S. S. Sands! Sands with a lateral press on Mays! ...1...2...3!!! When the ref DOES NOT CALL FOR THE BELL but motions for the three men left to continue to the last man standing...THE CROWD GOES WILD! Jackson Strong hit Tanner Sands with a Bulldog as Hunter Werth began pulling his legs free from the Tree of Woe. Strong follows with a Rope Hung DDT and with the crowd on their feet he quickly followed it with his patented Headlock Driver Finisher! Strong with a Lateral Press on Sands! ...1...2...SANDS KICKS OUT!!! As the exchange occurred, Werth went up top on the turnbuckles his feet were now free of. When Sands kicked out, he leaped and nailed Sands and Strong with the "Phoenix Rising" Shooting Star Press!! Lateral Press on Strong! ...1...2...3! With only Sands and Werth left now, Sands grabbed Werth from behind with a belly to back suplex into the corner. Sands crucifixes Werth's arms and CURBSTOMPS him down hard onto the bottom turnbuckle. Lateral Press by Sands. ...1...2...Werth kicks out at the last possible second! Sands pulls Werth up to his feet and sends him for the ride with an Irish Whip. Sands catches Werth with a spinebuster that sets up Sands' next move. Quickly, he springs up onto the top turnbuckle and hits Werth with his Frogsplash finisher, going for it all! Sands with a lateral press! ...1...2...WERTH KICKS OUT!!! Sands is screaming at the ref! He's pounding on the mat in frustration! Slowly, Sands pulls Werth up, obviously going for the Brainbuster he previously eliminated Tyrus Mays with. As Sands lifted, Werth blocked! Sands cinched in deeper, he went to lift Werth again and again, Werth blocked! From out of nowhere seemingly, Werth nailed Sands with a snap suplex! As Sands made it up to his feet, Werth landed a springboard forearm smash and quickly followed that up with an insiguri kick. Werth with a lateral press! ...1...2...SANDS KICKS OUT!!! Werth nails Sands with a Russian Legsweep then applies his Texas Cloverleaf submission that he calls: "Werthless". Slowly, Sands makes it to the ropes and the ref breaks up the hold. As they both move to their feet, with a rake of the eyes and a high knee lift to the solar plexis, Sands is back in the game. Again, Sands lands that vicious Roundhouse kick, it landed so hard Werth is spun halfway around now facing away from Sands. Tanner immediately nails the backstabber! Lateral Press! ...1...2...WERTH KICKS OUT! Now Sands is really incensed with the referee! After arguing his point, Sands turns to face Werth and is nailed with a short arm clothesline! Werth follows with a Missile Dropkick and as both men move back to their feet from that, with an Irish Whip Werth sends Sands hard into the turnbuckles. Werth follows him in fast and hard with a running jumping double knee in the corner. The crowd is really into the match and going wild as Werth climbs to the middle turnbuckle over Sands. With the corner mount, the crowd loudly counts off ten punches for Werth! As Werth leaps down off of the middle ropes he hits Sands with an Inverted DDT. Werth locks in a Cobra Clutch. As Sands fights the hold and fights back up to his feet, Werth hits him hard with the Cobra Clutch Slam that he calls "Hunted Down". Werth with a final lateral press on Sands. ...1...2...3!!! DING! DING! DING! Sadie Sanderson McLean: And your winner...HUNTER WERTH!!! [11:57] Sands left the ring as Werth remained inside celebrating his victory on the middle ropes playing to the crowd. As Werth left the ring, he and finally the cameras caught his opponent in the Main Event, Lucia Lureaux standing in the spotlight on the stage. She gave him a very slow, sarcastic clap. Then waved goodbye. The camera caught her saying: Lucia Lureaux: I will see you later... As she left and returned backstage. ![]() Sitting in the locker room doing his hand wraps up "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews looks as focused as ever. His wrestling gear all on ready and everything as he jumps up to his feet and starts shadow boxing in front of the mirror. When he stops he turns around to see the camera and sees this as a good time to say some stuff he needs to say. Ethan Matthews: For all of those who don't know me I am "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews and tonight I'll be proving why I am called "The Warrior" I'm a man who respects everyone and will give them a chance but I'm also a man who will kick your head off if you take that as me being weak. You see I may respect everyone but it doesn't mean I have to agree with what they do. If someone disrespects me like a true warrior I'll shut them up in the ring. I'm not one of these people who'll sit on Twitter trash talking someone. It doesn't mean I think people shouldn't it just means that's not what I do. Walking over to the bench Ethan sits down and ties up the laces of his boots tighter. Ethan Matthews: I believe that REPUTATION is what others know about you and that HONOR is what you know about yourself. Now I know that I was born not only to teach people how to fight with respect and honor... But also born to kick ass if that was the only way they would learn. My opponent happens to be the beautiful Jolee Vasquez. Now I don't have a bad word to say about her and I hope that she is ready. I don't underestimate her at all, she maybe small and weaker but she can make up for that with determination. Jolee I will not go out there to hurt you and if I hurt you I apologize now but I am going out there to win. Obviously you're going out there to do that same so it all comes down to whoever out does the other one. Now I don't know much about wrestling but what I do know a lot about is fighting so expect to fight hard Jolee. With that all said Ethan smiles at the camera before heading out of the locker room and down the hall. ![]() Inside one of the many locker rooms in the Dynasty Spectrum, we see the man who calls himself the "Prince of Booty" Prince MacRear looking into a mirror, admiring himself. Prince MacRear: Mirror, mirror, on the wall. He turns around, and sticks his rear out, looking at it's reflection in the mirror. Prince MacRear: Who's got the best CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, cake of them all? He turns back around, smiling and continuing to look at his reflection. Prince MacRear: You do, Prince. You do - ooooooo! MacRear starts messing with his hair, getting some of it off of his forehead when an attractive young ladies image shows up on the reflection of the mirror, making Prince jump and turn around. Prince MacRear: Oh...My...Gosh! He fans himself, hyperventilating. Prince MacRear: You can't just sneak up on me like that no matter how hott you are! God. The camera pans around to show the black haired and silk skinned women, and it's none other than Alexa Strange. Dressed in thigh high black leather stiletto boots, an impossibly short black mini-skirt, white short sleeve dress shirt unbuttoned and tied at the waist, and a black lacy bra showing as much cleavage as humanly possible. She carries a clipboard and a pen. She absently stares at the clipboard, flicking her tongue at the pen at her lips. Alexa Strange: Sorry, darling...and of course I'm hot. I'm basically certified 'Sexy' by the Queen herself, love. So as you can see... I have an... affinity for royalty. And looking over this roster here, you seem to be the only Prince on the roster. And I also have a great passion for... mirrors. Such as the ones on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. They came standard with the house, of course. Prince MacRear stands there trying his best to look confident, running a hand through his hair and trying to smile and pose, but still shaking a bit. He swallows hard and tries to talk, but just nods before Alexa cuts back in. Alexa Strange: Oh sugar, don't worry your pretty little head... or booty. Forgive the Quadruple B for performing her normal duties... that is being a British Bitch Behaving Badly. She takes one more look at the clipboard and then tosses it aside, and MacRear jumps startled again. Alexa pops the top on the pen and slides it suggestively down into her cleavage. She pouts her lips a moment and then begins caressing Prince's arm and chest. Alexa Strange: It's okay, love... it's obvious I need to look no further over this roster than directly at you. You're an exciting and aesthetically pleasing young man, with natural pheromones exuding from your every pore. You're just misunderstood... but I think Miss Alexa can whip this Prince into shape, eh? She smiles and gives him a quick smack on the ass, and he hops startled again. Prince MacRear: Woo! Prince giggles, as his cheeks start to turn a bright red. Prince MacRear: Well if the queen is looking for a prince. He smirks, popping the collar of his Gucci button up. Prince MacRear: I'm your Prince! His vocal tone rises with that comment as he smiles in Alexa's direction. He lowers his gaze, stopping right at Alexa's cleavage, not concerned with Alexa noticing. Rather than be offended, Alexa pushes her boobs up with her hands, rolling her eyes as if this were a usual occurrence for her. Alexa Strange: ...Charming. I'm sure. The scene fades with Alexa's walking her fingers up Prince McRear's shoulder. ![]() We open up backstage in the co-office of Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky. Banks has his feet kicked up on the desk, tossing a Nerf ball in the air while Risky is seen looking through a Playboy magazine. Lyle Risky: Can't wait till Wifey Heather's comes out though... He says under his breath not worried whether the cameras or Brandon heard. Brandon Banks: You know, I could get used to this sorta thing. Not doin' shit and just tellin' people what to do. Feels nice. He catches the ball out of the air, leaning his elbows up against the edge of the desk. Brandon Banks: But maaaaan, I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't have the urge to kick somebody in the mouth. Banks glances down at the PDW Prodigy championship sitting atop his desk. Brandon Banks: Can't wait till Parental Advisory bruh. I swear, I'm more focused now than I was before. I'm finna knock someone's face off. He stands up, feeling himself a bit. Brandon Banks: This break like... Rejuvenated my white ass. Lyle grunts while turning a page. Lyle Risky: Said that about Urban Warfare.... He coughs and looks up with a small smile. Lyle Risky: I can't wait for PA either tho cuh! Looking back down at the magazine he tilts the page and nods in approvement. Lyle Risky: Edible. Speakin' of edible....Yo bruh. He sets down the magazine looking across the room to his partner. Lyle Risky: Lemme ask you somethin' real quick. Banks, jabbing at the air, stops and looks in Risky's direction. Brandon Banks: Aye, fuck you yo. I wasn't even sposed to be in that match at Urban Warfare, and I was still seconds away from being Platinum champion. He points down at his title. Brandon Banks: And I still walked away Prodigy champ. He shoots over a smug grin and headnod in Risky's direction. Brandon Banks: What's yo question? Lyle holds up a finger. Lyle Risky: And Platinum Medalist, don't forget that! Banks grins while Risky looks away from Brandon a bit nervous about asking him this questioning knowing it's a lot to ask with the recent circumstances. Lyle Risky: Promise you ain't gon' be mad though. Brandon Banks: Swear to God, Blake... If you ask me how I'd feel if you pound my sister, I'ma leave this room right now. Lyle looks over to Brandon...He takes a moment to answer as if he really had to think about it. He shakes his head and waves his hands in the air. Lyle Risky: Nah, nah nothin' like that bruh. Swear! Lyle smirks. Lyle Risky: But ain't nothin a lil bit of Risko Suave-- Brandon Banks: Stop your shit! It's bad enough half these dudes around here chasin' her ass the way it is. That girl needs a doctor, not no ninja associated with wrestling. Lyle Risky: Alright, alright! But um yo...I know Ron just got out and shit and only reason he went in was because of Red...But yo my manz' P.O. been on his ass bout findin' a job and I told 'em I'd help 'em out when somethin' came around. How would you feel if we took him on as our bodyguard? I mean shiittt ain't like Risko Dangerous really needs a bodyguard but I'm sayin' for someone to watch out backs. So none of these rookz think of some bum ass idea like puttin' they hands on us that would only result in them gettin' they ass beat. Shit it'll be like Red protectin them from us beatin them and protectin us from beatin them. Ya feel me? Banks looks confused, eyes squinched, head shaking. Brandon Banks: The fuck I need a bodyguard for? He shakes that one off, realizing the actual point. Brandon Banks: You're not bein' serious with that whole shit, are you? That's a joke, right? Ha ha, L O L, right? With blank face Lyle shakes his head. Lyle Risky: I'm dead serious bruh. Like fah real serious. Brandon's eyes blink rapidly as he looks away from Risky. Brandon Banks: .......... He's speechless, taking a seat and letting out a sigh. Brandon Banks: Man, I don't know. I don't really have nothin' against dude, but like... Ronnie would probably be mad as fuck. But shit, dude don't need his PO on his ass. Banks shakes his head, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. Brandon Banks: I don't know. Lyle Risky: Just give em a test run bruh. If he do good we can go ahead and hire em on. Just see how he do and then we go from there bruh. So what if Ronnie gets mad, that man got more shit to worry about right now than Red. He got Zane, a baby on the way and this nationwide tour with DJ Spade comin' up. Lyle looks over to the camera. Lyle Risky: And The Haunted House Ronnie & Risky special, Thanksgiving with the Banks, Trap House finale and...Risky-T Bill 2.0 He chuckles and looks back over to Brandon after making some plugs. Brandon Banks: .... Man, I don't freakin' know. Just... He sighs again, rolling his eyes along with it. Brandon Banks: Just tell him to be here for Defiance III. Risky does a mini pump fist. Lyle Risky: Yes! Alright, cool I'll let em know. Lyle gets up from his chair grabbing his cell phone and begins to head out the office while calling Red. The scene then fades away. ![]() "Warrior" by Disturbed plays out through the arena as "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews makes his way out to a chorus of cheers as he stands there smiling at the positive reaction. He walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans as the chorus of "Warrior" by Disturbed can be heard. You can't hide now, I am the warrior, So decide now, How they'll remember you, Do not hide now, Act like a warrior, Show your pride now, Solidify your place in time Once at the ring Ethan jumps up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to yet another chorus of cheers. He then smiles as his facing away from the ring on top of the turnbuckle, so he does a back flip into the ring before preparing for the match as his music fades out. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1" he is "The Warrior" Ethan Matthews. Jolee's music hits as she comes out from behind the curtion she has a small smile along her glossy lips. She strikes a pose on the stage before skipping down the ramp , she stops at the ring before doing [melina split] the splits the enter the ring. doing a few poses she waits for whoever she is facing. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent.. JOLEEEE! Match Two Debutante Match ![]() ![]() The match started with both competitors circling around the ring, feeling one another out. Jolee pounced first and hit a jumping knee that sent Ethan out of the ring. Jolee measured Matthews up and hit a suicide dive, pushing Ethan against the barricade. She slid him back in the ring and hit a Senton before making the first cover attempt. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! The match went on and Matthews eventually gained the upper hand following a springboard hurricanrana. He climbed to the the top rope and landed a big frog splash and went for his own cover.. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Match went on for a little over ten minutes, with both competitors gaining a decent amount of offense in. The finish came when Jolee went for her patent Shining Wizard, but Ethan ducked underneath and managed to roll Jolee up for the three. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Here is your winner... ETHANNNN MATTHEWSSS! Following the match, Jolee looked a bit upset as Matthews celebrated. He walked over to Jolee and shook her hand before raising it in the air as the scene fades. ![]() Still in her street clothes, Ashley Sullivan is arriving at the arena with a cell phone to her ear as she nears HKW interviewer Selena King looking to get herself ready for the night's work with a touching up of make up. Ashley Sullivan: Hey Colt, I'm here. Good luck in your match tonight. Maybe I'll see you tonight after this show. Ashley looks to blushing slightly as she hangs up the phone and moves around behind Selena. With a look back over her shoulder, Selena directs a question to the rookie causing her to stop. Selena King: So you and Colton are a thing huh? Just into the second show and HKW people are already starting to see each other. Ashley Sullivan: Yeah well, if you would've asked me a couple weeks ago if I thought things would go the way they have, I would've said you were nuts. So far so good though. Selena King: So if he why you went blonde? Ashley smiles while nervously running a hand through her now blonde hair, obviously still trying to get used to the new look. Ashley Sullivan: This... was Erin's idea. I still can't believe I let her talk me into it. Probably her way of killing any blonde jokes I hit her with. Still though, he likes it so I guess it's for the best. Selena King: I think it works for you too. Good luck in your match by the way. Beating Ava won't be anywhere near as easy as letting Slayde and Evil get themselves counted out. Ashley Sullivan: Maybe it'll take luck, maybe it won't. I got her number either way. I learned a lot about her a couple weeks ago. I tried to be nice and show her some respect after our tag match but she just had to be a bitch about it with that stare down like she was going to do anything. And after that, she got eliminated from the battle royale. Instead of taking it like a real competitor, she just had to be spiteful about it and take Annie Zellor over the ropes with her. She must think she's better than everyone else and when there's something that break up that idea, she goes and acts like a damn five year old. And I'm the on that gets called a child. It's time someone showed her shit like that just won't fly. Selena King: I like how you think. You better go get yourself changed. Go out there and give them hell. Ashley Sullivan: I plan on it. ![]() It's only been a few weeks but what should feel like a few short moments has felt something similar to a lifetime. She's been itching, waiting for the chance to get back in that ring. Once showing such promise only to sink back to the bottom ranks when she should be rising to the top. Neon's recipe for success had been tainted but she's a perfectionist and nothing is finished until it is of the utmost quality. There she stands, the light shining in all the right places, her platinum coloured hair illuminating almost like it is completely alluding to her name. She's dressed simply but yet manages to make it look like she made an effort with a loose fitting denim jacket and her lips smothered with her signature cherry red lipstick. Her eyes stay fixated on the camera and it on her as she lingers there, an expression of intense focus in her eyes painted on her face finished with a devious smile. . . Neon: People seem to forget that I'm no stranger of having to work from rock bottom. When i started here, I started with nothing. Here, in HKW, I come with nothing. Nothing, but a name, and a message. . . The smile fades as her voice echoes around the room and soon her face is a picture of serious emotion, strait-laced with a mixture of attitude awkwardly added in through her piercing eyes. Neon: This is a message aimed directly, not to Gwen but to everyone. A message I've sent many times and still people don't listen. I don't comprehend how I can deliver it so many times only for it to go unnoticed. That message is. . . that I'm a CHAMELEON She places emphasis on the word chameleon as she flings her hair behind her should in a manner that suggests the attitude she showed previous when she first started her career with PDW. Neon: I'm a chameleon because; I adapt; I survive; I blend but stand out at the same time and I can fool anybody. They call for me or I send for them but they can never catch me, never get on my level. They're never on my wavelength, YOU'RE never on my wavelength. Even if you know me so well you can never understand how I work, ever. . .Let me give some examples. Say I'm faced with a situation where my opponent has something that I don't; a certain trait that I don't possess. Then I become them. It's like I channel everything. No only could I become them but I can become them and do it better. I can be crazier that Cindy, I can be sweeter than Cordy, tougher than Arkia, more abrasive than Sharky, more ruthless than someone with the build of Tank or even cuter than little Gwendolyn. Her head rotates to the side slightly as her hair rests on her shoulder as she does so. She purses her lips before letting a menacing laugh. . . Neon: Don't you get it? That sort of person, was made for success, born to do something like this. Born to win every time. I've survived things that MOST wouldn't have. I just had my career on the line for crying out loud and even then, I won." Shaking her head vigorously, she returns it to its original position before her serious face floods back onto her face wiping away the lesser she presented before. Neon: The record shows that people can't get enough of me. Be it good or bad, people just seem to know who I am. I'm the 4th most followed person on Twitter from our company, behind Star and established names like Brandon and Heather, yet even more so than the other established names, people have more interest in me than someone who has been here for a lot longer and it's not just my popularity. My record shows how when you face me and lose, you could be on a one track road out of here. Faith DeWinter, Crystal Hilton, Phoenix and Riley Runnels, all girls that faded into obscurity after they lost to me. . .I'm a career killer Ms. Riley holds one finger to the camera, demanding that she take a break before reaching into her bag. She pulls her lipstick from it and applies another coat quickly to her lips . Her smile widens as she once again looks towards the camera and continues. Neon: Call me MOST INTERESTING, that's who I am. That's exactly why I'm here, in HKW. I'm here to let everyone know what their future holds. Gwendolyn Massey, you will find a million skinny bitches like you, but you will only find ONE Neon. You're what people call the halfway house. You're my halfway house because you're where my message begins before i move onto bigger and better things. Easy pickings. . .your heart and your pally-pally shit with the rest of the girls is irrelevant. I'm not here to be friendly, I'm here to tear you apart and I will. FACT. Letting out a single chuckle she turns her head to the side, promiscuously playing with her hair, in arrogant nature comparable to that of a snob. . . Neon: Besides what kind of name is Gwendolyn? Sounds like something you'd name a fat virgin in the 1950s. You can't be a superstar with a name like that. Consider me doing you a favour and squashing your hopes and dreams early before you get too involved with them...Life's a bitch and then you meet me baby girl and that's when you realize that was just a taster. Tonight your world is turned upside down and put on its back. See ya soon. Kissez Neon lifts her hand to her face and blows the camera a kiss before her hoarse cackle fills the room. The camera lingers on her only for a moment longer before she lunges at it, pushing it and the camera man over before the view shows her taking a massive step over it and the man she mercilessly threw to the floor. She disappears from view and the camera fades to black, ending the scene. |
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![]() ![]() We're backstage as Selena King is stood there all ready to interview someone but it's as if she is waiting for them to turn up. It's just then that muscular frame of Tank walks into shot eating some chicken. #TankGrin Tank: Waiting for Tank? Selena King: Yeah, you were meant to be here five minutes ago. Tank: Well Tank was hungry and had to get some food, Selena have a problem with that? #TankSmirk She just stood there looking at Tank wondering if he was serious or not as he threw the chicken on the floor. Tank: Before Selena opens that pretty little mouth, Tank ain't picking shit up. There's people here to do it so let them do it. #TankShrug Selena King: Can we just get on with it already Tank? Tank: Tank's not sure that Havana would like that. Selena King: The interview Tank, the damn interview. Crossing his arms Tank looks at her and just nods as she prepares herself. Selena King: So Tank what brings you to Hard Knox Wrestling? Tank: Well obviously to make a big impact, starting with tonight here at Defiance. Selena King: Well you're not booked so what's on the agenda? #TankSmile Tank: Well that Selena is a big surprise for everyone. All Tank can say right now is that Tank's going to be making a big impact from day one. So everyone best get use to it because Tank isn't here to play games. #TankShrug Walking off Tank kicks the chicken out of his way as he walks off down the hall leaving Selena standing there. ![]() The arena lights go out when all of a sudden all you can hear are screams. Screams of someone who sounds like they're being tortured. All of a sudden a spot light beams down to the top of the ramp. Holding his arms out wide and his head lowered D-Evil stands there. He only raises his head when the screams stop and "Just Run" by Digital Summer kicks in as the lights come back on. The crowd don't know whether to boo or not, some even scared to open their mouths. The few who do boo though are the ones who have made sure D-evil can't get to them. Once at the ring he grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. Once on the apron he enters the ring but stepping over the top rope. As soon as he does this is when the crowd decide to be brave and start booing him. They soon go quiet as the lights once again go out to only show some writing "The Monster D-Evil is The Reckoning" after a minute or two the lights come back on as D-Evil's music fades out. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, The Monster & The Reckoning... He stands at 7ft tall and weighs in at 350lbs... D-Evil. "Dirty Dancer" by Enrique Igelsias plays over the speakers as Prince MacRear comes out of the curtain hand in hand with his valet Alexa Strange. MacRear grins smugly as he and Alexa strut down the ramp to the beat of the song. In MacRear's hand is a brown paper bag with a Gucci label on it. He slides in the ring and grins in D-Evil's direction. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Alexa Strange... PRINCE MACREARRRR! Match Three Singles Match ![]() ![]() Just as the bell rings, D-Evil charges as MacRear but MacRear holds him off. MacRear walks over to his corner and grabs the brown bag. He reaches in and pulls out a Gucci scarf, handing it to D-Evil. D-Evil just glances at the scarf before grabbing a hold of it, and pulling MacRear toward him. MacRear looks like he's about to soil himself as D-Evil grabs him by throat and executes a choke bomb! He pins him. ONE...TWO... THREE! Sadee Sanderson McLean: Here is your winner... D-EVIL! [0:57] D-Evil shakes his head in disgust as Alexa Strange slides into the ring, climbing on top of MacRear so D-Evil doesn't hurt him anymore. D-Evil stares down at Alexa looking like he's about to attack, but instead, he backs away and exits the ring as the scene fades with Alexa holding up MacRear's head. ![]() Standing on the side of the female section of the locker rooms the camera zooms to fine Gwendolyn Massey standing there in a "HKW's Defiant One" hooded jacket that was bigger than her. Looking down at her IPhone as she was smiling and texting. Hearing footsteps which were approaching roaming all through the backstage area, she adverted her gaze to her right as she noticed a group of fellow wrestlers going in the opposite direction of her. Titling her head towards slightly, putting her phone away in her jacket pocket and a faint smile appeared on her features. Her bright pink lips mouthed something silently before she repeated it, allowing something to come from her lips this time. Gwendolyn: "Who is Gwendolyn Massey?" Gwen said as she paused and she rose her index finger and tapped her lip pondering the question herself. Gwendolyn: Is she that one female who is always smiling and decides that she can build her career on the fact that not all situations require confrontation but for those that do she ALWAYS makes her point? Is she that one female who is really geeky and knows more about comic books and video games than MOST gentlemen out there do but has an anger problem out of this world? Is Gwendolyn Massey that one female that everyone shouldn't under look nor estimate because how dangerous she can be? Yes.. That's EXACTLY who Gwendolyn Massey is.. Gwendolyn: "People have wondered what my story was? Many wanted to know what is the make-up of Gwendolyn Massey. Many people could probably give two shits less about who I am. Trust me, I've been there before. Although, I want to ask those who feel that way a serious question. What happens when you very same people who decided to skip this little session I am having have to face me in a match? What happens when the fans of Hard Knox Wrestling laugh at you all as I stand there with my hand raised above my head and your backs are on the mat? EXACTLY, I highly recommend you play attention" I place both of my hands in my jacket pocket as I stand there with a smirk on my face and a determined look on my face Gwendolyn: "You see, people see me as this naive twenty three year old who hangs out with well-known PDW superstars and has no real business here at HKW. Seeing me as this geek who knows more about comics than anything having to deal with wrestling, yet I probably know more than they do. Nothing more than a female who just needs to quit while she is ahead, Underestimating and judging me because of my appearance and not because of my skill . No, enough is enough and I am tired of the shit!!" Smirks slightly Gwendolyn: "I used to believe that I was the cure that professional wrestling needed, funny I know. Fighting alongside dipshits who claimed they had my best interest at heart and all they wanted to do was use me, abuse me physically and emotionally. My eyes are open now, I see people for what they truly are and that is why I will go against that way of thinking. Doing things my way, regardless of anyone's opinion on how it gets done. I will be that rebel who makes a name for herself. Someone who believes that in this business we all are a part of, you have to start at the bottom to make a name for yourself" Gwendolyn: "Understanding early that NOTHING is handed to you on a silver platter. Whether that means you lose a few battles along the way or you get lucky and win a few. Regardless, as I stand here, my HKW season has not been the best seeing that I lost both times in order to gain that opportunity to become the HKW World Heavyweight Champion. Even with that happening though, I regret nothing. I am not ashamed of anything, in fact.. I am more motivated to show everyone why I consider myself the "Best at what I do". To go out in that ring and knock down everyone who stands in my way to realizing my goal of becoming World Heavyweight Champion. No matter who is there, no matter how the challenge may look, I will overcome and conquer" I said as I smirked and began to tap my lips with my index finger again Gwendolyn: "I am looking past my loses last week and looking forward as I show you all who the true number one contender should be, no.. who WILL be after the HWK World Champion is crowned. I could care less who it is. I could care less about what those people have to say. Actions speak louder than words and my opponent tonight will learn that first hand. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean.. Hands down" I lower my head and I shake my hand thinking about something that I know I need to address right at this moment Gwendolyn: "For those idiots who STILL did not get it. Those people who are still asking "Who is Gwendolyn Massey"? Well, I am the one of the most dangerous people you could mess with when I am pissed off like I am now. I am the Rebel who will flip HKW inside out if I have to in order to make it to the top. Tonight, will only be the beginning. Tonight will be a display of what happens when I have to cross the line of deciding whether or not I am going to "Wrestle" or "Cracks some skulls". Tonight, Hard Knox Wrestling sees the birth of a person who will see championship gold very soon. So to all of you who constantly are talking shit and cannot back it up! Those who assume they can take me! Come back to reality and know your place!" Glancing to my right once more to see that I was being signaled to prepared for my upcoming match. I placed my hand into the lenses of the camera and knocked it over, walking away to my next objective of my night ![]() Talking to one of the medical trainers are both Brandon Banks and his assistant, Nero Darling. Banks is already in mid conversation with the trainer while Nero types away on her iPad with a rather maniacal expression. Perhaps she's lowering the temperature of Brandon's house again. Or maybe she's just playing Candy Crush. Who knows. Brandon Banks: So there's no concussion? Alright, good. That shit looked bad out there. The trainer shrugs as Banks lets out a sigh of relief, noticing Nero not really paying much attention. Brandon Banks: You bored? Nero Darling: Nopers, Mr Brandonnnnn! Not bored... just... um... doing stuff. Yes. Stuff. Nothing to worry about. She whistles innocently and closes out of the app that allows her to control several functions of Brandon's house directly from her iPad. Brandon Banks: Right. Banks smirks, peeking his head over Nero's shoulder noticing Tanner Sands approaching them. Tanner Sands: Yo, I need to talk to you! Nero turns her head and sees Tanner standing behind her as Banks pats the medical trainer on the back and steps toward Tanner. Brandon Banks: What's good, bruh? Looked good out there. Shit, I don't think I'm supposed to say this, but I was pullin' for ya. Banks nudges Nero playfully with his elbow, getting a small laugh out of her. Tanner raises an eyebrow before shaking his head. Tanner Sands: I thought that I was supposed to get that Zack Morris wannabe, Zack Jones, in the ring tonight? Banks shrugs. Brandon Banks: You were, but I didn't wanna take away from the Proving Grounds matches. I mean, two in one night? Would've been overkill I think. Tanner sighs. Tanner Sands: Man, I don't give a damn about the HKW title! I'll get that when I want! I want Zack Jones in that goddamn ring! Brandon's eyes widen as he turns his head and looks at Nero. It's clear to see that Banks was angered by Tanner's words as he turns his attention back to him. Brandon Banks: Alright, first of all... Lower your tone. I'm not about to have you, or anyone else on this roster yelling at me. Don't y'all forget that I'm a wrestler before anything else, and I will not hesitate to kick somebody in the mouth. Second of all... What? Banks shakes his head. Brandon Banks: The goal for everybody in this company SHOULD be the HKW championship, but then there's people like you and people like D-Evil who "don't care" about it or have "other" things to do. Air quotes all day. Brandon Banks: I gave you yet another chance to advance in the damn tournament after you got laid to waste during your match at the last show and couldn't compete in the battle royal, and you're raising your voice at me?! Tanner just shakes his head as he looks at Banks, then at Nero, then back at Banks. Tanner Sands: I was rolled up for the victory because Zack Jones distracted me. I didn't advance tonight because I did not care. All these fucks can go after the title. All they are doing is painting a target on their backs and they have to be the ones to raise the prestige of that title. I don't care about being the first champion, I just care about making the main roster. You honestly believe Sebastian Grey is better than you because he holds the top title? You think Tj Jones is better than you because he's held the Platinum title? No, I know you don't think that and whoever wins that title is certainly not better than me. I'll fight the champion any goddamn day, but I want Zack Jones in that ring as soon as possible. Banks' demeanor quickly changes, not looking as angry anymore. Brandon Banks: Well somebody's been going to promo class. That was good... Real good. Nero's eyes light up and she tugs on Brandon's sleeve. Nero Darling: Meeester Brannnndon... I has an idea. How about... She leans up and whispers something into Brandon's ear before she turns back to Tanner, smirking in an exaggeratedly innocent fashion that says that she's being nothing remotely close to innocent. Banks squints his eyes, rubbing his chin after listening to Nero's idea. Brandon Banks: You know what? That's a damn good idea. What do you think Tanner? Sands verses Jones, Defiance Three. Lumberjack match. An evil smirk appears on Tanner's face. Tanner Sands: HELL YEAH! Tanner sticks out his right hand, looking for a handshake from Banks. Brandon looks down, and after a few seconds of consideration, meets him halfway. Brandon Banks: Then it's official. Sands - Jones next week in a Lumberjack Proving Grounds match. Who knows? You win that jaun and you'll be on the PDW roster before you know it. Tanner Sands: I KNOW I'll win. With that, Sands make his way out of the shot, leaving Banks and Nero. Brandon Banks: You keep gettin' ideas like that, you'll be takin' my job. Shit. You think we should get the lumberjacks to dress up in Halloween costumes? Nero bounces up and down slightly with a huge grin on her face. Nero Darling: YESSSSS!!!! And also YESSSSSSSS!!! Ooooh... and we could have a best costume contest annnddd they could bob for apples annnnnnnd... um, I don't know. Stuff. They could do stuff. IT WOULD BE SUPER FUN AND AWESOME AND FUN!!!!! Brandon Banks: As long as they're giving out candy, I'm good with anything. Reminds me. I need to pick out a Halloween costume. I was gonna be a pirate, but this Alabama chick used to call me one. Shit frustrated me. Nero looks up at him, squinting her eyes and tilting her head. Nero Darling: You... kinda look like Captain Jack Sparrow now that I thinks about it. OOOH. I'MA ORDER YOUR COSTUME NAO! YOU WILL BE THE MOST PRETTIEST CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW IN THE WHOLEEEEEEEE WORLD. She begins typing frantically on her iPad with a huge grin on her face. Brandon looks down at Nero typing away on the iPad, shakes his head and walks out of the shot. ![]() The opening of "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm begins playing seconds before Ashley Sullivan pushes the curtain aside to come out onto the stage. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On her way to the ring, weigh in at one hundred ten pounds, Ashley Sullivan! She gives a brief smile and wave before running down the ramp to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Ashley climbs a turnbuckle with her hands raised high into the air. Her music is abruptly replaced-- "She is not scared to die/ Best things in life cause her to cry/ Crucify then burn" The lights dim and "Brackish" by Kittie thunders through the arena as Ava Adore steps slowly out onto the stage. Her deep green eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: the ring. When she steps through that curtain, there is nothing more important in her mind than stepping into the ring and getting her hands dirty. She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making her way to the ring... from Las Vegas, Nevada... AVA ADORE! Match Four HKW Championship Tournament - Round Two ![]() ![]() Ava makes it to ringside but Ashley isn't waiting for her opponent to make the ring-- suicide dive to the outside! She rolls Ava in the ring, the referee separating them long enough to get a proper bell rung-- then Ashley charges Ava with a dropkick to the corner, quick schoolboy-- ONE! T-- No! Ava pulls herself to her feet, blinking heavily. Ashley charges her to a corner again and starts in with punches, but Ava's got her bearings a bit more and grabs her tight, walking a struggling Ash to the middle of the ring and heaving her over with a saito suplex. Ava to her feet, grabbing Ashley by the head with an eye to ram her into the turnbuckles, but Ashley counters with a blow to the gut. Both women trade solid punches in the middle of the ring, Ashley in with the irish whip towards the corner but Ava counters, hefting her up and dropping her facefirst Snake Eyes style. Ava with a pin attempt, Ashley out at one, too close to the ropes anyhow. Ava laying in a few frustrated punches to her grounded opponent, referee breaking up the illegal exchange. The crowd stirring with support towards Ashley. Ava charging, Ashley dodging under and swinging up with a desperation superkick that connects! Fumbling on top-- ONE! TWO! TH-- NO! Ashley's asking the ref if it was three, Ava rolls to the outside, but the match is still on. Ashley slides to the outside, running start on Ava and nailing with a tornado DDT of fucking doom on the outside-- the crowd erupts! A long count ensues, Ashley not in the ring till 5, Ava making it back at the last minute. Ashley immediately goes for a pin attempt-- ONE! TWO! NO! Ava pulls from some internal reservoir and kicks out. Ashley shoulda bit the bullet and rolled her in herself on that one, apparently. Ashley grabs Ava's face and jumps, going for the Into Dust facebuster onto her knees to put her the rest of the way out-- Ava wraps her arms around Ash's legs tight, stopping the momentum with pure power, leaving Ashley dangling from her grip around the back of Ava's head with a desperate expression. Ava heaves, muscling Ashley up into the Argentine backbreaker rack position, then drives her down in the Crucified At Dawn inverted death valley driver. The ref's already sliding in anticipating a pin, but Ava rolls her over and locks in that Adore-ation straightjacket crossface, wrenching up hard enough to bring Ashley's torso well off the mat. There's not an available arm for Ashley to tap out if she wants to-- she struggles to get her feet to the ropes, but pulling just puts more pressure on the move. After a tense moment of the referee repeatedly asking Ashley if she's aware and wants to submit and repeatedly getting nothing, he calls for the bell. Sadee Sanderson McLean: This match has been called to an end...Winner and moving on to the finals via Technical Knockout......AAAVVAAAAAAA ADDDOOORRREEEEEEEEE!!!! Ava's up to celebrate her win, slightly fuzzy from the intense round she just went but clearly pumped on adrenaline after a decisive victory. Ashley stirs, leaning back on the ropes trying to catch her breath, and is greeted with a round of sarcastic applause from the victor. We fade to commercial from her obvious frustration.[/i] ![]() The scene opens up backstage. Lucia Lureaux has her arms crossed, scowling at something. The camera angle pans back to reveal she is watching a monitor. Lucia is watching a wrestling match, it is obviously not HKW, but we do see that she is watching HKW superstar, Hunter Werth. Chase crawls over and slowly pulls himself up in the corner using the ropes. When he turns around, he turns right into a running double knee lift from Werth. The crowd cheers. Werth makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his foot on the bottom rope. Clement: Oh, so close... Werth picks up Chase and whips him into the ropes. When Chase comes back, Werth throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up. Werth picks up Chase, grabs him from the side and delivers a russian legsweep. The crowd cheers. After stepping through the ropes Werth begins to climb the turnbuckles. When Chase gets up and turns around, Werth leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to cheers from the crowd. He then picks up Chase, lifts him up and throws him down with Hunted Down to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! "Secret Weapon" plays to cheers from the crowd. Cruz: Here is your winner, HUNTER WERTH! Werth gets up and gets his arm raised to cheers from the crowd. Clement: Hunter Werth picks up another win. It seemed as if Chase was about to put him away. But after Werth countered the 450 Splash, it was all downhill from there for "The Future." Grayson: Hunter got the win tonight. Good for him. But he won't be so lucky against Page at Respect is Earned... Lucia Lureaux stepped in front of the monitor and the camera. Lucia Lureaux: Hunter Werth.. She shrugged. Lucia Lureaux: You know a lot of people in Hard Knox seem to think that if you don't tweet it that it hasn't happened. Again, she shrugged. Lucia Lureaux: The @hkwworldchamp account was very quiet last Saturday night because I did not find it to be anyone's business that I was in Dearborn scouting my opponent. She looked at the camera as if it had no common sense. Lucia Lureaux: Tyrus Mays, Jackson Strong, Tanner Sands...and no one knew I'd be facing Hunter Werth in the Main Event except for me? Really? She smiled. Lucia Lureaux: Well if none of you had that figured out, then you all should be in for a big surprise in the Main Event. Again, she shrugged. Lucia Lureaux: Now you have a nice little streak going for yourself there Hunter Werth. But this isn't Dearborn and I don't jerk curtains like Mays, Strong and Sands. See you in the Main Event. ![]() The scene opens up backstage, the camera is focussed on an emergency exit door. A shrill shriek of a woman's rage is heard through the door. Upon opening we see Adella Morena absolutely screaming at Selena King. Adella is in her face and poking Selena hard in the chest with an index finger. Adella Morena: Now you listen to me! As far as you're concerned, I am your boss. Mmkay? When Brandon or Lyle aren't around, I'm the boss! Is that clear?! In another part of Philadelphia, young and newly discovered by Hard Knox is Jimi Sanders. He is absolutely flying on a bicycle. He wasn't working per se but he did consider himself late. He'd had to work an hour late at Federal Donuts and had missed the start of the show. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, just riding on instinct being a Philadelphia kid. Jimi knew right where to cut into the parking lot at the Dynasty Spectrum so that he didn't have to be bothered with the guys trying to charge you to park, and he knew right where he would chain up his bike when he was inside enjoying the show and maybe even meeting some of the wrestlers that he would be training with. Jimi turned a corner. Right in front of him and very larger than life was a very, very real confrontation. Actually, the confrontation was less than six feet from him when he hit that slick wet corner. When Jimi hit that corner, Selena King instinctively jumped back, she was to his right with the parking lot at her back. Jimi Sanders had no choice but to dump his bike, as he skidded to a halt skinning his knee and both his palms his bike careened away from him sending a small tidal wave of mud and muddy rain water all over Adella Morena. She was soaked from head to toe in filthy water. Jimi Sanders lay flat on his back right in between someone who'd just clearly stated that she was his and everyone else's boss, the backstage interviewer and a cameraman. As he stood up, a fan took a picture of Adella, in the picture as he stood, Jimi's eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Jimi Sanders: I'm sorry...? Adella was beside herself. She let out one of those silent screams, looking over at the laughing Selena King. Adella Morena: OH...MY... She lets out an ear piercing screech before running back toward the arena, leaving Selena and Jimi on the outside, both with smiles on their faces. Selena King: Good job. ![]() Backstage we see Annie Zellor bounding around the halls of the Dynasty Spectrum with a frappuccino in hand, a smile on her face. She's dressed casually in a pair of tight black jeans and a black Jack Daniels vest top. As she turns the corner Annie stops dead in her tracks; standing before her with a rather stern expression on her face is none other than Ava Adore. The redhead has her ink on full display in a pair of tight, black leather pants and a grey Guns N Roses t-shirt that bares a few inches of midriff. Ava Adore: It's you... Annie Zellor: Ava... Ava Adore: The one and only. [Ava rolls her eyes] Although you'd know that, wouldn't you? With the way my name has been falling out of your mouth left and right lately. I hear you're going to... how did you put it? Kick my ass... Annie Zellor: You cheated! You, like, eliminated me after I had thrown you over the top rope. That's cheat-- Ava Adore: Welcome to the business, kiddo. This is your first crash course in "life isn't fair". Ava scoffs at her own derisive comment. Annie, meanwhile, looks a little offended. Annie Zellor: Heeeey, I'm not playing... Ava Adore: It sure looks that way from where I'm standing. All dressed up in big sister's clothes with no idea what you're doing... Shouldn't you be in a sandbox somewhere playing patty cake with the other toddlers? Ava smirks, circling Annie like a jackal inspecting its kill. The spritely youngster looks annoyed, slightly panicked as Ava stops walking, choosing to stand mere inches from her face. Ava Adore: What was it you were saying about kicking my ass? Huh? Annie Zellor: I soooo could... Ava Adore: I'm. Right. Here. Little. Girl. Ava smacks the frappuccino out of Zellor's hand, sending icy creamy goodness up her shirt and onto her face. Annie lets out a squeal as the beverages hits her in the face, but Ava laughs as she watches her foe wipe frappuccino from out of her eyes. But her delight is short lived as Annie shoves her away with both hands. The smile on Ava's face fades instantly, changing to a scowl as she steps closer to Annie. Ava Adore: Do it again, little girl. Annie Zellor: Don't call me 'little girl'! Annie pushes her again, but this time Ava responds in kind, putting Annie on her ass. A shocked look on her face as she stands back up, but Ava tackles her to the floor. Adore unleashes a series of punches as Annie cowers, covering her face with her arms. The two of them roll around, Ava hitting Annie, Annie hitting Ava, Ava hitting Annie again, until finally HKW backstage personnel arrive to separate the pair of them. ![]() "Down" by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans almost entirely. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Coming to the ring, weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, Cain Morgan. He slides into the ring and immediately heads to his corner, where he methodically removes his sunglasses, jacket, tie, and shirt, placing them painstakingly neatly in the corner before doing some last minute stretching before bell time. "Adrenaline" by Gavin Rossdale begins to play to the sold out arena. The music fills the arena as Westley McFadden steps out onto the small stage. He pauses and cracks his taped knuckles before descending the ramp. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, WESTLEY MCFADDEN!!!!! He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole. On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start. Match Five HKW Championship Tournament - Round Two ![]() ![]() During this match Cain has complete control over McFadden until takes over after hitting a snapmare followed by a dropkick. He then gets ahold of Cain's neck putting him into a headlock. Letting go of the headlock as Cain gets to his feet McFadden hits a vicious uppercut sending Cain to the mat. Cain dodges a knee drop and rolls out of the ring. Outside of the ring McFadden tries to go for a suicide dive but Cain dodges the attack. He sends him back into the ring after picking him up. Back in the ring Cain has McFadden up to his feet as he hits three stalling suplexs. With McFadden weak now Cain waits for him to reach his feet again stalking him as if he were pray. As McFadden gets to his feet Cain hits a Black Hole Sun. Cain drags McFadden's limp body over near a turnbuckle. Before climbing to the top turnbuckle Cain taunts to the crowd which is received with cheers. From the top turnbuckle Cain successfully hits a Fell on Black Days. He quickly goes for the pin. 1....2....3!!!! Sadee Sanderson McLean: WINNER VIA PIN FALL, CAIN MORGAN!!!!!! [11:11] Following the match, Cain quickly exits the ring, turning around and giving Westley a respectful nod of the head before the show goes to commercial. ![]() Backstage we see Tyrus Mays standing alongside of Selena King. Mays is out of his ring gear, sporting a leather black jacketed with some faded blue jeans, and no shirt underneath the jacket. Selena King: Mister Mays, earlier tonight you had a chance to advance into the second round of the HKW championship tournament, but you were just a little short. Care to comment? Just as Mays goes to speak, he gets clubbed from behind by Tank! Tank lifts Mays up and slams him against the cement wall of the arena not once, but twice. Tank then slams Mays down to the concrete floor, pressing down on his neck with his foot and looking in Selena's direction. Tank: See?! Tank told Selena that Tank had a plan! Selena doesn't know what to do as she remains still while Tank lifts Mays up to his feet, and tosses him through a door backstage! He wipes his hands, and looks over at Selena with the #TankSmirk. Tank: Tank doing things differently this time. Tank will prove that he's not a joke. With that, Tank calmly walks away as Selena runs over to Mays, yelling out for help. ![]() As "People of the Night" by AN21 & Max Vangeli played through the P.A. system the fans erupted into a frenzy of cheers and after a few moments we see Gwendolyn come out with her hood over her head and her hair covering most of her face as she dropped to her knees and slowly swayed to the music before writing something on the entrance stage. Finishing that up she erupted from that stance and removed her hood as she yelled at the fans to encourage them to get louder and more energetic. Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, and boys and girl.. Hailing from London England, United Kingdom but residing in Philly, she is "The Rebel" Gwendolyn... MASSSEEEYYYYY!!! After making it to the ring, She stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place, hands down!!" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as she raised my arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding my head to the beat of her entrance music. Brian Mason: Gwen came this close to winning bother her match and the Battle Royal. If it wasn't for Neon she might of won her match. Maddison Harthrone: Yeah, but what do you expect from a rookie? Can't let there be distractions from the goal. Mark Tango: HEY! DON'T BE THROWIN' NEON'S NAME UNDER THE BUS! SHE WAS JUST PULLING RANK OUT HERE! The slow tempo of 'Slo by Iggy Azalea' disseminates around the sold out show as Neon makes her way onto the stage as the dark blue strobelights circulate around the arena illuminating the faces of the fans and making her platinum coloured hair glisten. She walks out unfazed by the crowd reaction as if ignorant to their presence, with a completely determined look upon her face. As soon as she reaches the stage's ending, she turns around, her back towards the fans and facing the area she just exited and raises her arms into the arm gracefully as her leather studded jackets drapes over her shoulders. She holds the pose for a little under 5 seconds before returning to her original position to face the fans once more. The music quickens in pace as she begins making her way slowly down the ramp, her gaze not flickering, focused purely on the ring. She sheds her leather jacket, throwing it from her shoulders and it slinks to the floor. The fans reach their arms out expecting for her to respond and touch them however the gesture is no reciprocated by Neon as she continues walking again with ill regard of their presence. She ends her walk down the ramp and walks straight toward the apron closest and grabbing the second ring rope clambers onto it with one pull of mighty force. Once standing upon it, Neon wastes no time and lifts her right leg over the second rope, ducking under the top rope and then bringing her other leg over so she now stands in the ring. She walks staunchly towards the ropes that layer the right side of the ring and jumps onto the second one, still with the determined and focused looks she entered the view with. She lefts her left leg over the top rope, so she has both legs on the second rope only wrapped over the top one before elevating her arms elegantly before wrapping them around one another and sliding them slowly from each of their grasp. She returns her right leg back to its origins, lifting it over the top rope and instantaneously jumps back to the canvas, sending a vibration and a thud sound echoing. The determined and intent expression still has not left her face as she walks to the ring's center awaiting for the match to begin as she takes on the task of performing various stretches with her arms. . . Sadie Sanderson McLean: Straight from LA, and former PDW Cyber Champion!!!!! NNNNEEEEEEOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!! Mark Tango: AAHHHHHHHH SSHHUUUCCKKKYYY DUCCCKKKYY! THIS ONE GONNA BE A DOOZZZAAYYYYYY! Maddison Harthrone: Doozay? Yeah sure this is gonna be a great match. Brian Mason: Proving Grounds match, these are becoming quite the attraction here in HKW. Match Six Proving Grounds Match ![]() ![]() The match starts with the two women getting into each others faces and the ref having to separate the two before signalling for the bell. Without hesitation Neon backhands Gwen in the face. She laughs about it as Gwen stumbles back holding her cheek. Gwen then hits a Bitter End Neon and tackles her down to the ground throwing wild punches. The ref quickly pulls Gwen off and pulls her to her corner warning her. Neon with a smile laughs about Gwen getting mad. Neon gets up to her feet and waves over Gwen. Neon tries to get ahold of Gwen but Gwen quickly slaps her hands away and kicks Neon in the midsection to hit a single armed DDT. Gwen having control of most of the match so far makes a rookie mistake and Neon quickly takes advantage as she squats down on her back with her arm over and around Gwen's neck. She begins to stretch Gwen out. After a minute or two Neon lets go of Gwen noticing that she wasn't going to quit. She then picks up Gwen and hits multiple back breakers. Gwen holds her back in pain and Neon connects a boston crab. Gwen unfortunately gets ahold of the bottom rope. Neon lets go after a few warnings by the ref. Before leaving Gwen she kicks her in the ribs. With that Neon now has control of the match as she hits a fireman carry gutbuster. Gwen looking weak she takes a pin.. 1 2 Kick out! Gwen showing as much heart in this match as she can she gets up. Neon witnesses this but doesn't feed too much in it as she goes over to try and hit a dropkick. Gwen moves over and backs into a corner to catch her breath. She then sprints over to the corner where Neon is trying to get up and hits a rope aided calf kick to the back of Neon's neck. Neon falls down the ground and Gwen climbs to the top turnbuckle. She signals to the fans for a big move. She then jumps off the ropes looking to hit a Senton Bomb. IT CONNECTS! She goes for the pin... 1 2 KICK OUT! Neon pushes Gwen off of her while holding her stomach. Gwen holding her back a little still feeling the pain from earlier gets up to her feet and drops a few elbows on Neon. She then backs up to the ropes hanging on them as she keeps an eye on Neon. As Neon starts to get up Gwen quickly goes over to attempt a End Game. Neon dodges and hits a Stereotypical out of nowhere! She goes for the pin! 1 2 ANOTHER KICK OUT! The two women lay there in the ring gassed. Fans begin to cheer the women on to get up and continue this thriller. As they both get to their feet they trade blow after blow. Each of the women try to attempt at big move at separate times but don't connect. Before they know it the bell rings. The two women look around confused on why the bell rang. Sadie Sanderson McLean: This match has resulted into a DRAW due to the time limit! [20:00] Gwen shrugs her shoulders and extends her hand to Neon. Neon looks around to the crowd wondering if she should shake her hand or not. She looks Gwen up and down and shakes her head then exits the ring leaving Gwen there. Scene fades as she goes to the backstage. |
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![]() ![]() We're backstage of Defiance with Selena King who has the unfortunate job of interviewing D-Evil. When the cameras turn around to her she is standing upright with microphone in hand as she waits to be counted down to start. Selena King: I am here with the so called monster D-Evil to ask him a few questions on tonight and about what's been happening between he and a number of other HKW stars. The microphone is snatched from her hand and all you can hear is the sound of D-Evil's breath for a couple of seconds. D-Evil: There is nothing so called about it minion. I am a monster and I am also HKW's Reckoning. Let the people doubt me, it really doesn't bother me at all. What does bother me though is that Alistair Slayde. He grunts. D-Evil: The guy I like to address as orphan boy. The man whose head I have gotten inside of. He may not care about Lucia but his daughter Lily he does. The sound of him laughing into the microphone can be heard as it sends chills down Selena's spine as she stands there inches away from the mammoth of a man. D-Evil: Now since this is being recorded I shouldn't say what I'm about to but I'm going to say it anyway. You want to play games with The Monster then things are going to come into play. If that means bringing your daughter into it Orphan boy then so be it. Maybe at some point I should go pay Lucia a visit and take Lily. How would that make you feel Orphan boy, actually Selena how do you think that'll make him feel? Holding out the microphone for her, D-Evil growls at her to signal for her to hurry up and take the damn microphone. Selena King: Well I think he'd be rather upset and pretty angry. You maybe a monster, but Alistair isn't someone you should underestimate mister D. He has heard enough as he snatches the microphone away from her again this time growling loudly signalling he isn't happy. D-Evil: Of course he'll be upset and angry. As for me underestimating Orphan boy, well what the hell has he done lately? He shrugs. D-Evil: You see in a way he's kind of like me. Yeah I heard how he use to beat Lucia and tried to choke her out. Shame he didn't actually do a proper job of it like I would have done. What's it feel like to know you're kind of like me Orphan boy? Stopping his speech, D-Evil begins breathing heavily again as if he expects an answer from Alistair Slayde. D-Evil: That's right Orphan boy stay quiet. It's what you've been doing this entire time. As far as tonight goes, Selena... Alistair... Maybe I might make an entrance during your match or maybe I won't. I'm still undecided right now but all I do know is that you and your family aren't safe. He glances over at Selena, talking into the microphone one last time. D-Evil: And if Felicity Banks has a problem with it, I'll just crush her too. Shoving the microphone towards Selena, D-Evil heads off into the shadows as Selena nearly stumbles over. She walks off down the hall muttering to herself. ![]() The lights in the arena go out, the Halloween theme by John Carpenter hits the sound system, and a video package begins playing on the titontron. The scene is shown in someone's front yard on a stormy night. A nois is heard in the bushes, and a man steps out from behind them, revealing himself to be none over than the Boogeyman himself, Michael Myers. Michael slowly walks through the yard, and the scene switches to the inside of the house, where Dr Sam Loomis is shown sitting in a chair. He looks into the camera, and begins speaking. Dr Loomis: I met him, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil........and now he is coming to HKW! Dr Loomis stands up, leaves the room, and the camera zooms into the window. After a moment, Michael Myers appears outside of the window, looks in the window, and tilts his head before walking away as the promo ends. ![]() ![]() Just after the hype video for HKW’s own Michael Myers airs, we see Brandon Banks backstage watching one of the monitors inside he and Risky’s co-office. You can clearly see Banks has something on his mind as he spins around on his chair, turning himself in Risky’s direction. Brandon Banks: Ayo… He waits for Risky to look up and smirks. Brandon Banks: We about to make history one more time boy! This time, in H Kay Dub. Risky looks up from a file he was looking over a bit intrigued on what Brandon has came up with. Lyle Risky: Ah yeah? What’s that? Brandon Banks: Michael Myers? That bull comin’ to HKW bruh. I just seen the hype video. And it ain’t no imposter, bruh. It’s THEEE Mikey Myers. Brandon rubs his hands together and stands up from his seat, hyping himself up. Brandon Banks: I’m about to do something no man has ever done before, Risky. Not Ll Cool J, or Busta Rhymes, ay even Machete himself got fucked up by Michael. Banks stops his pace, looking down at Risky. Brandon Banks: Defiance three? It won’t just go down as the night HKW crowned it’s first Heavyweight champion. It’ll be the night that Brandon Banks BEATS Michael Myers. Lyles’ eyes widen and he jumps out of his seat with his arms up. Lyle Risky: WHAT?! NAH?! HELL NAH!? DON’T DO IT! BRUH YOU GON’ DIE! DON’T DO IT! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Brandon Banks: Man, do you know how BIG that would be? Brandon Banks… The KILLAH B… Against Michael Myers… THE Mikey Myers. He makes a pftt noises with his lips, throwing his hands in the air. Brandon Banks: I’m doin’ it bruh. There ain’t nothin’ anyone can say or do to change my mind. Besides… He slaps his leg. Brandon Banks: I been trigger happy for a minute now. I can handle that big buffoon. Trust. I’m half tempted to defend my Platinum Medal too. Lyle Risky: DEFEND THE PLATINUM MEDAL?! AH HHHEEELLL NAAAHH! THINK ABOUT NOLAN! THINK ABOUT DAY! THINK ABOUT ME AND DAY KID’ YOU GON’ BE FORCED TO RAISE! DON’T DO IT BRUH! DON’T DO IT! Brandon squints, waving off Risky’s words. Brandon Banks: Aye, you know this better than anyone else. When it comes to my career, only my opinion matters. And beating Michael Myers? Shit, it’ll be bigger than beating Weston’s ass at Legendary. Hell, it’s bigger than beating Weston and Tj Jones at Urban Warfare! This is MICHAEL…. FUCKIN….. MYERS…… BRUH. He nods his head, and takes a seat back down in his chair, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket. Brandon Banks: I’m calling Nero now and tellin’ her to get the paperwork ready. Defiance III… The crowning of the first HKW World Champ, and the dawning of the new KING of horror… Brandon Banks. Lyle shakes his head. Lyle Risky: Alright while you do that I’ll make funeral arrangements. He picks up his phone and acts like he’s talking to Felicity. Lyle Risky: Fel...Yo ya brother bout to die but I know it was his dyin’ wish for me to fuck you when ever I wanted to. We have to do right by B, Fel. He looks up to Brandon innocently. Brandon Banks: Aye hang that phone up right now sucka! I told you, stop playin’ with that! Banks grabs a sharpie from the desk and launches it at Risky, knocking down a picture frame on Risky’s desk. Brandon Banks: Next time, it’s gon be yo face. Lyle Risky: Please forget the rubbers, I know I will! He hangs up the phone. Lyle Risky: CHILL BRUH! Please don’t do that shit tho bruh. I can’t watch you die. What am I gonna tell Star if you die? Brandon Banks: …. I’ll a sign a waiver. He shrugs his shoulder. Brandon Banks: I should prob get to workin’ on that will though. Risky nods his head, still shocked over what he just heard while Brandon dials a number on his phone. The camera feed takes it back to ringside. ![]() "Strobe lights are everywhere. Smoke is filling the air. Turn up the beat, oh yeah. This is how hard we go!" The lighting begins to flash purple, black and pink as "Strobe lights" hits the PA system. Felicity walks out onto the entrance way wearing a tiara on her head and a black jacket over her top. She turns her back and starts walking backwards down the ramp with her arms to her side, the camera focusing in on the "Queen B" writing on the back of her coat. "Taking chemical shots So much that your mouth is bubbling So much that your stuttering To the beat, Do you feel that Boom boom Tell me do you feel that Boom boom boom boom" She faces forward and takes a look out at the crowd before walking to the ring slapping the hands of a few lucky fans along the way. When she gets on the ring apron, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and riles the crowd up before hopping into the ring and sitting down in between the ropes, waving to Sadee to hand her a microphone. One she gets handed the microphone, she waits for her music to die down as the ruckus Philadelphia crowd began chanting her name. She can’t help but to smile, hearing a capacity audience yelling out her name for the first time in her career. Felicity: Wow. She stops her speech, still in shock over the reaction she’s getting. Felicity: You guys really just surprised me with that. I heard the stories about how good it feels to hear your name chanted by hundreds, if not thousands of people. But damn… I didn’t know it felt this good! Her smile goes from ear to ear as the crowd erupts. Felicity stands upright and walks toward the center of the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down a bit before speaking into the microphone. Felicity: At the last Defiance, something happened. Something that I didn’t like, or agree with. There was a battle royal at the end of the night where everyone, besides me, had a chance to advance to the next round of the HKW Championship tournament. My opponent tonight, Alistair Slayde? He was given that opportunity. His buddy D-Evil? He was given that opportunity. Every single person in that locker room got a chance to become the first ever HKW Heavyweight champion… Everyone except me. She lowers the microphone, clearly frustrated. Felicity: Ever since that day, people have asked if I’m mad at my brother for his decision, and the truth is… Yeah, I am. I’m not mad, I’m pissed the hell off about it… The fans explode, seeming like they felt the same way. Felicity: But I understand. I understand why he did it, and I understand that the responsibilities of running this place outweigh personal relationships, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at him for it. Things between Brandon and I? They’re not going to change. No matter what decisions he makes, and no matter much I disagree with them… He’s always going to be my brother. She lowers her gaze, staring down at the mat before blowing some of her hair off of her forehead. Felicity: But I’m not here to talk about that. Not now. What I wanted to talk about was what’s going to happen right here, tonight. The fans start a small HKW chant that brings a smile to Felicity’s face. Felicity: Tonight, I face Alistair, a man who was once a very important part of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. He was nominated for awards, he was a number one contender. Quite honestly, he just might be the most established wrestler in HKW. The fans begin to boo, not liking the sound of Alistair’s name. Felicity: But this? This is a whole different ballpark. Established wrestlers like Alistair? They get lazy. They get content with their position, and that's part of the reason Alistair's in HKW. People like me? We're fighting our way up, proving that we belong among the best. Alistair Slayde? He's just fighting to keep his job. The crowd applauds as Felicity makes her way back toward the ropes, sitting down on the middle one. Felicity: Alistair, you may have once had all these things going for you, but now? You have just as much to prove as I do. Tonight, we’re not fighting for title opportunities or anything like that. Tonight, we’re fighting for one thing and one thing only. To show the world that we won’t just be forgotten, and we won’t just be swept under the rug. Alistair, unlike most of the people in the back, I had the pleasure of meeting you. Hell, I even approved of every single thing you did to Cindy Parker. A mixed reaction from the crowd after hearing Cindy Parker’s name.When it comes to talent and skill, you have all the tools to become one of the best in this business. But there’s just… Something missing. I can’t quite put my finger on -- The rhythmic drums of "Fall, Goliath Fall" by Project 86 begin to throughout the arena as Alistair Slayde makes his grand entrance from behind the curtain. He pays little attention to the jeering crowd as he makes his way to stage with a microphone firmly in his hand, the music still playing loudly in the background before slowly fading to nothing. A sarcastic smirk crosses his face, the Army ‘veteran’ himself looking straight into Felicity’s eyes from afar. Alistair Slayde: Something’s missing? I have something to prove? Listen, I’ve been wrestling much longer than you have, sweetie. Don’t let this stupidity with Mr. Clean, D-Evil, fool you either. I know what I’m doing inside those ropes and I’d be the champion in HKW if it wasn’t for my sorry excuse for a tag team partner. But hey, if you wanna tie us into the same boat, claim we both have to prove ourselves, go ahead, just don’t expect this smart looking crowd to buy it, you dig? Felicity smiles and walks over to the ropes facing the entrance ramp. She leans her arm up against the the rope and uses her arm to hold up her head, still smiling Alistair’s direction. Felicity: Sooo. Is that the “new” Alistair I heard about? The one who was talking about becoming a better man? Alistair nods his head reassuringly, making note of the crowd’s confused reaction to the former Hubris member. Felicity: Seems and sounds like the same Alistair Slayde I interviewed a couple months ago. That’s the thing about you, Alistair. You say one thing, and you do another. You know, maybe that’s it? Maybe that’s what’s missing? It’s your focus, Alistair. You don’t really know what you want, do you? Alistair Slayde: I’m not perfect Fel, but I’m trying. It takes a village. I’ll work on changing and bettering my ways, but the whole world has to realize that I’m not just going to let someone like Mark Tango or D-Evil talk shit, okay? He took a deep breath, swinging the microphone at his side before raising it to his lips again. Alistair Slayde: What do I want? I want what’s best for everybody. I want Philidelphia to get a hell of a fu- a hell of a flipping show between ‘the Slayde’ and Felicity. I want us to make match of the night, show Brandon and Star and the whole world that we’re not shit and that we don’t belong here. Does that make any sense or am I talking out of my ass? Felicity: Nah. It makes perfect sense, Ali. But see, I don’t find it so bad down here, do you guys? She looks around at the crowd with her arms out listening to their answers. Felicity: By the sound of that, I don’t think these people do either. But I get your gripe, Alistair. I understand why you don’t want to be limited to the PDW developmental territory. That too makes sense. Hell, you were three seconds away from becoming PDW Tag Team champ, but those three seconds never- Alistair Slayde: They never came because Romeo wouldn’t get off his goddamn phone and help me! Felicity shrugs. Alistair Slayde: You know, I can’t disagree with you. But you know what that is coming out of your mouth? It’s not just words. It’s an excuse. You keep making up excuse after excuse, and this ranges all the way back to when you first came to PDW. You wanna be a changed man, Ali? You want to be a “better” guy? Stop making excuses, and take responsibility over things for once in your damn life. Example? Don’t make any excuse after you get beat by me here tonight. Now THAT would be a good start. Alistair scoffs, an obvious anger about him as she lectured. He tightened his fists, his face turning redder with fumes. Alistair Slayde: You want a good start? I’ll give you a good start! Alistair rushes to the ring and slides under the ropes to the crowd’s cheers, waiting to see how this match would come out after the final bell. The bell rang quickly, Slayde too concerned with winning the match to worry about her prier words just yet. Felicity unzips her coat and tosses it out of the ring, egging Alistair on as the referee calls for the bell.. Match Seven Singles Contest ![]() ![]() Just as the bell rang, Slayde charged right at Felicity going for a spear but she leapfrogged over him. Once Alistair turned back around, Felicity planted him with her patent Jumping DDT! She went for the quick cover.. ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Felicity drug Alistair into the corner and went for a running facewash, but Alistair sprung to his feet and nearly decapitated her with a discus clothesline. Alistair notices the heavily bandaged arm and shoulder of his opponent, and quickly began to pick at it. He dropped a couple knees direction onto her shoulder before locking in a cross armbar. The referee asked Felicity if she wanted to quit, but she had none of it. Somehow, she managed to get most of the pressure off of her shoulder, and turned the armbar into a unique pin attempt! ONE... TWO.... KICKOUT! Alistair was shocked, double checking the count with the referee. Alistair then charged in on Felicity but she cracked him a sick roundhouse kick and went into lock in her "Light Dreams" submission, but Alistair flipped her over and hit a bridging Northern Lights Suplex! ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! They both scurried to their feet but Alistair put the breaks on and hit a tilt-a-whirl shoulder breaker on Felicity! It was clear that-that moved did significant damage to Felicity's already injured arm as Alistair shined off a smirk to the crowd. He waited for Felicity to get to her feet and hit a jumping armbreaker on the injured arm. He locked in yet another armbar variation with Felicity in the middle of the ring, nowhere near the ropes. Suddenly, the fans exploded as the camera showed Brandon Banks running down the ramp, screaming something at the referee inside. Alistair relinquished the hold, looking over at Brandon who has now made his way to the timekeeper. He yells at the timekeeper to ring the bell, then whispers something in Sadee's ear. Ding Ding Ding! Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by forfeit... ALISTAIR SLAYDEEE! [10:21] Mark Tango: Are you kidding me?! Brian Mason: Took the words right out of my mouth, Tango. The referee raises the hand of Alistair Slayde as Felicity gets to her feet, noticing her brother walking back up the ramp and to the back. Alistair continues to celebrate, but once he turns around, he gets blasted by Felicity's version of the Bank Shot superkick! Mark Tango: GET EM FEL-DOWN THE STEPS! Brian Mason: She just nearly knocked Alistair's head off! Felicity exits the ring and runs up the ramp after her brother. At that moment, D-Evil crawls from underneath the ring, getting to his feet and seeing a knocked out Alistair Slayde. D-Evil points at Alistair, and begins to speak. D-Evil: If a puny little girl can do that to you, imagine the damage I'm going to do you Alistair... Next week at Defiance... I'm going to destroy you orphan boy. He laughs sadistically as we go to commercial. ![]() The scene opens up backstage where Hunter is laying on a wooden bench in the lockeroom area. Behind his head there is an ice pack on his neck as he lays there with his hands still wrapped in the tape from his last match. There are a few blood spots on them and tape sitting on the floor next to the bench, but Hunter hasn't taken the time to change them yet. The camera gets close to Hunter and he sees it but continues to lay on the ice pack. Hunter: "One hell of a match huh? Holy bajeebus that was a tough one." Hunter turns his head to the side and scratches at his chin. Hunter: "Normally I'd already be at the catering tables eating my victory dinner. But by god, somebody wants to see me dead tonight." Hunter moves his head from side to side stretching his neck out. Hunter: "I mean, it's cool and all. I did get a chance to fight my way into the HKW Championship tournament tonight. And why would I complain about that? I mean, I get to headline the second HKW show ever. That's a pretty big deal right?" Hunter pulls his knees up towards his chest and then rolls them forward shooting himself to a sitting position on the bench. He then bends down and grabs the tape from the ground. Hunter: "Even if it's not, it's a big deal for me. My first ever main event. And it means a great deal more to me that I fought in the same night to earn my right to be there." Hunter then starts unraveling the old tape from his hands and setting it on the bench. Hunter: "So win or lose in that main event... I win. I've fought like the professional wrestler I know I am and will continue to develop to be. Losing in that main event is not my goal, I hope to hell to move on and keep this train rolling. But if I don't, I know I did my best tonight and the fans will go home remembering my name. That's what matters. I'm a showman. And tonight in the main event, I show once again that I am here to wrestle and give the fans what they want. So I guess I'll see you all out there..." Hunter moves to his other hand and continues to unravel the tape. The cameraman then begins to back his way out of the lockeroom as the camera fades to black. Brian Mason: Up next, we have yet another tournament match for the HKW Heavyweight title. Mark Tango: I swear to God if Gia tosses some more of that stupid glitter, I will wrap my arms around her neck and choke her. Madison Hawthorne: Easy there. Save that for Parental Advisory. Mark Tango: It's "Mark Tango Presents Parental Advisory". The electronic throb of Bjork's "Army of Me" sweeps through the arena, yellow strobes and spotlights sweeping the arena as fog rolls around the entrance stage. As Gia Van Zant steps out on the entrance ramp, gold microglitter mists down from above. She struts to the ring in a half-jog, deliberately ignoring most of the fans, waving off those who get too enthusiastic with shut-up gestures. Boosting herself up on the apron midway between turnbuckles, she stands grinning and posed with her feet defiantly squared-- then leans and blows a kiss (and a handful of gold microglitter) to the front row before backrolling over the top rope. Sadie Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; currently residing in Hollywood, California... Gia Van Zant! "Wide Is The Gate suddenly begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience cheers. Colton Sterling makes his way through the curtain, a small smile on his face as he looks out at the audience before raising his right arm up, hand in a fist. He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with as many of the front row fans as possible before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring. Colton walks over to the nearby corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, where he raises his right arm once more, the same fist balled up again. Colton hops off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to his corner, where he begins to stretch. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, COLTON STERLING! Match Eight HKW World Championship Tournament - Round Two ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell rings, the two competitors slowly circle the ring before walking towards the center slowly and slowly locking up. Gia quickly gets in a headlock, but it only lasts for a few seconds as Colton manages to reverse it into a headlock of his own. The audience cheers as Colton holds onto the headlock until Gia drives an elbow to his rib cage repeatedly. Colton releases the headlock and goes after Gia with a clothesline, but she manages to duck it. As soon as Colton turns around, he is met with a kick to the gut before Gia grabs his head and plants it onto the mat with a DDT before slowly turning him around and attempting a pinfall attempt early. 1...2...Kickout! Colton shoots his hand up straight after the ref hits his hand on the mat for the "2". Gia just shakes her head as she gets up to her feet and awaits for Colton to get to his. As Colton gets to his feet, he turns around and is met with a dropkick that knocks him back down onto the mat as Gia goes for the cover once more. 1...2...Kickout! Gia quickly heads to the top turnbuckle and once Colton gets to his feet, attempts a crossbody. But, Colton ducks, causing her to hit the mat with a massive thud. As she holds her ribs in pain, she slowly gets to her feet and Colton runs forward, grabs her from behind, and throws her over his head, hitting a belly-to back suplex. The audience cheers as Colton gets to his feet. Colton awaits for Gia to get back up and once she does, he hits her with a running knee lift that lays her out, before hooking both of her legs for the cover. 1...2...Kickout! Colton takes a few steps back from Gia and begins to measure her up. When she gets to her feet, Colton attempts to go for a bicycle kick, but Gia is too fast and she ducks underneath Colton's boot. Instead, Colton's boot meets the head of someone else. It meets the head of the scheduled referee of this match,Carl Robinson. As Colton checks on the ref, Gia comes from behind and hits Colton on the back, sending him stumbling forward. She attempts to Irish whip him, but he reverses and she is sent towards the ropes, bouncing off of them and meeting a back elbow from the young superstar out of Tampa. As she drops to a knee, Colton takes a few steps forward, waits for Gia to get to her feet, and performs a handspring, which then is changed into a cutter, laying out Gia with "Shining Lights". Colton goes straight to checking back on the ref, who is still out of it. As Colton attempts to shake the referee awake, the audience begins to shout and boo to warn Colton of Jason Mentez, who is running down the ramp, steel pipe in his right hand. Jason slides into the ring, quickly heads over to Colton, and taps him on the shoulder. Colton turns around and Jason nails him in the head with a steel pipe, laying him out! The audience is full of hate as they watch Jason drag the lifeless Gia over to Colton and draping an arm over him. The ref seems to be gaining consciousness and that;s when Jason rolls out of the ring and heads back up to the entrance way, stopping right at the curtain as he watches Carl Robinson get to counting. 1... 2... 3! DING! DING! DING! Gia slowly rolls off of Colton and weakly raises her arms up in the air as Ms. McLean makes the final call. Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match and moving on in the HKW Heavyweight title tournament, GIA VAN ZANT! ![]() The scene fades backstage as Luis Vialpando father and manager of HKW Superstar Emilio Vialpando is seen standing by next do HKW’s interviewer Selena King. He stands there with a his left hand over the other as he patiently waits for the interview to begin. Selena King: Welcome back to Defiance! I’m standing here with the father and manager of Emilio Vialpando. Selena waits a moment after hearing the ovation from the crowd. Selena King: Mr. Vialpando, tonight your son is going up against Kameron Krowe. A man who absolutely destroyed Prince MacRear last week. How is Emilio feeling heading into this match? Luis Vialpando: If anyone knows my son, he’s more than confident that he is going to win this match and continue on to the finals of this championship tourney. I tell him each and every day when training that he should underestimate the opposition but always to keep his sights high. And I guess he took the second part a bit literal. Kameron Krowe is and may be a definite force here in HKW but I trust that my boy will find a way to put him down. Emilio isn’t afraid and never shies away from a challenge. Pretty sure you guys have noticed that from him over his Twitter feed. He chuckles a little as Selena smiles and pulls the microphone back toward her lips. Selena King: Well, he’s certainly not a shy one. There seems to be a lot of… drama surrounding your last name. Some people are even saying that Emilio feels like something is owed to him just because of the last name. Would you like to say anything to those people? Luis shakes his head and sighs. Luis Vialpando: Emilio is his own man. Because of his family name means that he is entitled to championship glory? No. Because of his family’s past keys him into anything that comes with a championship? No. Someone even saying that...Well let’s not beat the bush, Senior Morgan y Seniorita Banks shouldn’t run at the mouth about issues they don’t know about. Just because my son is using his family name or the fact that I myself or either of my two brothers and his aunt have risen to such heights to consider ourselves as one of the greats doesn’t mean he puts himself in the same boat. We didn’t have nothing handed to us ever. Every damn promotion we were in were looked down at. No one looked to give us a chance at anything. We earned out spots in the record books. We worked for our gold. Just cause Emilio has pride in his familia, it’s a bad thing? No. See people like that who like to assume stuff like that don’t even know how it’s been for us. They don’t know the struggle we went through to get to where we are today. Emilio es his own man and will earn his stripes on his own in this business just like the rest of us. What? Are these people intimidated by him because of his familia? He opens his arms and laughs. Luis Vialpando: Is that it? He lowers his arms down a little. Luis Vialpando: Win or lose in this tournament, Emilio is going to earn his. He’s gonna shut some people up on his way to the top. Just like I did. Just like Vaz did. Just like Nikki did. People are gonna learn not to look past Emilio because of the color of his skin or the language he speaks. We dealt with that for too long...And time and time again we’ve proved them wrong. Emilio just gonna end up doing the same. Selena bites down on her lip, thinking back to something Luis said earlier. Selena King: I don’t think anyone is intimidated by the family name, but both you and he have made a big deal about it. She hesitates, a bit panicky now. Selena King: No offense. It just seems as if Emilio is banking, no pun intended, on just the last name alone. Luis raises an eyebrow. Luis Vialpando: And how is he doing that? Has he once said that he’s doing that? Hmm? Has he ever said “Because I’m a Vialpando, I’m better than everyone else”. He turns to her with his arms crossed. Luis Vialpando: Vámonos, estoy esperando criada. Selena jumps, quickly pulling the microphone back toward herself. Selena King: Well I won’t be taking up much more of your time, Mr. Vialpando. Before you go, do you have any words for Kameron Krowe on Emilio’s behalf? Luis grunts and shakes his head. Luis Vialpando: That’s not my job… He straightens up his suit and walks away leaving Selena behind. She watches nervously wondering if she did well or not. The scene then fades to ringside. ![]() We Run The Town by. Lloyd Banks hits the PA System as the lights in the arena begin to flash red, white and green. Emilio is seen stepping out from behind the curtains as the songs sample comes to an end at the 14 second mark. Do you have any idea what you stumbled on? Quick chills every time son is on As the base drops fireworks erupt from the stage as Emilio looks up to the crowd with a cocky like smirk. He nods and begins to make his way down the ramp slapping his chest and yelling out to the crowd. "LAX MUFUCKA! LAX!" He chuckles a little and stops in the middle of the ramp staring at the ring. I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop My style came from the sons of corn Sadie Sanderson McLean: Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!! He nods and sprints towards the ring. As he slides in the ring he quickly pops up and sprints over to the nearest turnbuckle As he climbs to the second turnbuckle he again slaps his chest and points out to the crowd. Shine so bright, give the crowd shades Might get burned when the son perform He nods as he seems very confident in himself. He then points to the sky and crosses his heart before stepping down to the mat. He then awaits for his opponent. Brian Mason: Despite losing his first match against Lucia, Emilio impressively earned his spot back into the tournament by winning the battle royal, Defiance's first ever Main Event! Maddison Harthrone: Yeah by hidding under a ring. He couldn't win his first match, even though Lucia did steal the win from him I'm not sure he'll be able to pick up this win against Krowe. Mark Tango: BBEEEPPPP BEEEPPPPPP!!! EXCUSE ME! IF THIS GUY GETS THE STAMP OF TANGO APPROVAL THEN HE'S GONNA GET THE DUBBBBBBBIIEEEEEEEE! The arena blacks out and the eerie sounds of “74261000027” blares from the PA system. The sounds went on until it stops and the PA goes silent. “(sic)“ then blasts all around as a pulsation of orange lights began on the stage. Kameron walks out cautiously from the back with a demented look on his face. Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Amityville, New York… Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE POUNDS… “The Real Amityville Horror”… KAMERON KROWE He makes his way down to the ring looking around the arena. He circles the ring and slides in to the ring. He got up to his feet and walks to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks around the arena as a sick smirk forms on his face. He then motions a cut-throat before climbing down from the turnbuckle. He walks over to the his corner of the ring staring intensively over to Emilio who looks onto him with this nose raised up in the air as cocky as ever. Mark Tango: EEHHHHHHHHHH HE'S SCCCCAARRRRYYYYYY! Maddison Harthrone: Yeah and big enough to take Emilio's little head off. Brian Mason: We might just be looking at one of the most intimidating figures in all of HKW in Kameron Krowe. Match Nine HKW World Championship Tournament - Round Two ![]() ![]() The bell rings with Emilio and Krowe circling each other. They tangle up to test strength, Krowe easily wins the battle as he lifts his knee into Emilio's gut. He then hammer fist him in the back sending Emilio down to the mat. He picks up Emilio and goes for a German Suplex, but Emilio reverses by landing on his feet and bouncing off the ropes hitting a missle dropkick in the back of Krowe's head. Fans cheer as Emilio continues to gain offence by hitting a couple flipping leg drops. He drops and elbow before picking the big man up. He hits a ddt and goes for a quick cover. The count doesn't get past 1 1/2, it's gonna take more than that to put away Kameron Krowe. He gets up to try and stomp on Krowe but Krowe catches his foot and pushes him off. Krowe up to his feet he hits a Head Truama before Emilio could get up. Krowe looks out to the crowd as they boo him. He waves them off and picks up Emilio setting up for a Welcome To Your Nightmare. As he does this Emilio pulls Krowe in for a pin. 1 2 Kick out. Emilio rolls over still holding his head from the attack of Krowe. Kameron frustrated with how Emilio reversed his move. In raged by Emilio, Krowe goes to pick up Emilio but is met with an eye poke. Blinded by the eye poke Krowe begins to wave his fist around trying to get Emilio. Emilio smirks and rolls out of the ring as he then sees the referee fall down to the mat as he was hit by Krowe. Emilio begins to look under the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and waves it in the air so the fans can see. They cheer Emilio on as he slides into the ring. He begins to make his way over to the blinded Krowe. He goes to swing the chair but stops himself as he sees the ref coming to. He then looks over to Krowe who is now turned to his direction and he tosses the chair over to Krowe. Krowe catches the chair not knowing what he just caught and as his vision comes clear he sees the chair in his hand and Emilio laid out on the mat. He then looks over to the ref who is seen looking at him in shock. Kameron tries to state his claim of innosense but the ref isn't having it. He calls for the bell and disqualifies Krowe. DING, DING, DING !!! Sadie Sanderson McLean: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN ENDED VIA DISQUALIFICATION! YOUR WINNER, EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Emilio is seen opening his right eye peeking up a little as he hears his name called. He smiles a little then sees the ref coming over to check on him. Emilio sits up as We Run this Town hits the PA System. Holding his head he groans in pain a little. Krowe angry over the loss is escorted out of the ring and up the ramp as Emilio is seen on the turnbuckle screaming out to the crowd. "LAX! HKW 'SHIP FINALS! I'M IN THERE BABY! LAX!" Scene fades. ![]() Backstage, we see an enraged Felicity clutching her arm and looking around for her brother. She stops and asks a number of backstage employees if they have seen Brandon, all of them pointing her in different directions. Felicity: Fucking A. She shakes her head and continues her search. After making a turn, Felicity halts. Her facial expression quickly turns from a face filled with rage to a face filled with disgust. Felicity: …… You. The camera pans around, showing Lucia Lureaux. Lucia smirks. Raises her chin acknowledging Felicity. Lucia: Oui! C’est moi. On instinct or on purpose, Lucia’s right leg slipped back towards a fight stance. Felicity notices and smiles it off. Felicity: Heh. No need to get on the defensive. Your face is not the one I wanna beat right now… Felicity grunts. Felicity: Surprisingly. Lucia feigns a yawn, completely over selling it. Lucia Lureaux: That’s...exactly what everyone says! Everyone is going to get to me in their own time. Everyone is walking around assuming themselves to be the proud owner of MY belt thinking that they have all the time in the world to...get to me. So congratulations Felicity, you fit right in here. You’re just like everyone else. Scared. Felicity lets go of her arm, biting down on her bottom lip. She rolls her eyes and places her hand on her hip. Felicity: Scared? Of you? Felicity starts to laugh, clutching at her belly. Felicity: Scared of you? Lucia, please. No one in this damn place is scared of you. The only reason no one got to you yet is because they have better, less disgusting things to do. Felicity takes a step toward Lucia, only a few inches away from her now. Felicity: See, right now? I have something better, less disgusting to do… But I could show you how scared I really am if you really want to see. Lucia closed the gap. She was a bit shorter but as close as Felicity moved in on her she moved in trying to press their foreheads together like two fighters squaring off right after a weigh-in. Lucia exhaled hard out of her nose right into Felicity’s face and then headbutted her right in the nose. Lucia Lureaux: Let’s see, LOSER. After the initial shock, Felicity reared her arm back and slapped Lucia in the face! Lucia grabbed a handful of Felicity’s hair and threw her up against the wall. but Felicity kept fighting back. The two ladies would eventually get to the ground, both rolling down the hallway. They continued to claw at each others face until members of the HKW roster ripped the girls off of one another, but it didn’t stop there! Both Felicity and Lucia ripped themselves free and started throwing haymakers at one another once more until they were separated by members of the HKW roster once again. Felicity: FUCKING BITCH. I’M GOING TO RIP EVERY LAST PIECE OF HAIR OUT OF YOUR FUCKING SKULL! Lucia Lureaux: YOU FAT FUCKING… Lucia screamed in a rage, freeing herself from those who held her now and rushed Felicity. Lucia put her head down and Felicity used her momentum against her to plant Lucia’s face down hard on the floor backstage with a DDT. More security and wrestlers arrived, rushing the scene. Lucia was pulled up and held. She screamed. Lucia Lureaux: YOU’RE FUCKING LUCKY BITCH! As she was drug away from Felicity, Felicity wiped underneath her nose, staring down at the little bit of blood coming out of it. Felicity: She’s so dead. Felicity wiped the blood against her thigh, turning around and looking at the HKW superstars and officials. They were all in shock after seeing what just happened as Felicity stepped toward them, each of not knowing what to do. Felicity: Now… Back to what I was doing. Felicity sniffles and shines off a half smile. Felicity: Where is Brandon? 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![]() ![]() "There's no holding me back / I'm not driven by fear / I'm just driven by anger" "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he quickly starts walking down the isle to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, then crosses his arms as he awaits his opponent. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 Pounds, KAI!!! Suppose you were to die tonight... What would you say? The arena goes dim with a red glow filling the entrance ramp as "Walking Dead" by Z-Trip begins to play. A large, green question mark appears on the Platinumtron, illuminating Darwin Ridley who comes out wearing his trench coat and a towel over his head. He stops at the very top of the ramp and stands still for a few seconds before he tilts his head and takes his sweet time walking down the ramp. He drops down and crawls down the isle, staring up at the ring with his tongue out and a blackish tar pouring out of his mouth. He gets back to his feet and charges toward the ring, sliding underneath the middle rope, stands back to his feet and tosses his towel into the crowd. Finally, he closes his eyes, removes his trench coat and waits for the match to begin. Match Ten Grudge Match ![]() ![]() Before the bell was able to ring, Ridley suddenly slides out of the ring, much to the confusion of the fans. Kai, rather than go after him, stared cautiously as Ridley, who has walked over to the time keepers area. He grabs a mic, before walking back and slithering back into the ring. Grinning madly, he slowly walks towards Kai, before stopping right in front of him, staring him right in the eyes as he began speaking. Darwin Ridley: Ah, Kai. I finally get to meet you here, face to face for the very first time. I've been waiting a very long time...for this moment. Ridley pauses, looking at Kai for reaction. Kai just simply stares stoically at the masked man in front of him, ready to strike at a moments notice. Ridley continued to give a manic grin as he resumed speaking. Darwin Ridley: I've been waiting to meet you so that we could have a little bit of a talk, Kai. And to offer you the chance to save yourself, before all of this comes falling down on top of you. Kai's eyes never leave Ridley as Ridley begins pacing back and forth slightly while speaking. Darwin Ridley: You see, my one desire at the moment when it comes to Hard Knocks Wrestling isn't to capture The HKW World Title. No, no I have something else in mind before that can become an issue. My one desire is to eliminate the one, single major threat that stands in the way of not just me, but the entire HKW Roster. Do you know who that person is? Ridley stops right in front of Kai, looking him dead in the eyes as he continued. Darwin Ridley: That person, that threat Kai, is you. Out of everyone on the roster, you're the most experienced wrestler here. Out of everyone on the roster, you're one of the most dangerous individuals one can come across. And eliminating you now would remove so many problems from my path in the longrun....but I won't. Not yet. Ridley twitched slightly as Kai continued to stare stoically at him, though you could see that the comment had made him curious. Darwin Ridley: It doesn't have to be this way, Kai. You can avoid your own destruction, and be saved from the man you have become. All you have to do is join me. Join me and my family, and I will save you. The choice is all yours. After he was done speaking, Ridley extended his hand to Kai, as a symbol of Kai accepting his offer. Kai looked down at the hand intently for a few moments, before slowly looking right back up at Ridley. After a few tense moments of silence between the two me, Kai finally reached out, almost as if he was accepting Ridley's offer to join him. Instead, Kai reached up and calmly ripped the mic out of Ridley's hand. Ridley looked at him in curiosity as Kai sneered. Kai: Ridley....you're even more of a fool than I imagined if you believe that I'm going to join you. The crowd cheered the response from Kai as Ridley frowned. Kai: Let's get something clear right here and now. I don't need saving, Ridley. Not from you, not from your "Family" and not from any No-Count in that locker room foolish enough to think they'll gain some sense of achievement at my expense. You, as well as any other wrestler that steps in this ring, are nothing more to me than more bodies, BEGGING to be broken by my touch, and nothing more. Ridley continued to frown as Kai dropped the mic and turned away from him, having given his answer. He went to exit the ring when suddenly, without warning, Ridley tossed his head back and gave a spine chilling, depraved laugh that could be heard all throughout the arena. Kai turned around and looked at him as Ridley continued to laugh manically. Kai, now fixated on Ridley, did not see the two twins slide into the ring behind him, and was quickly blindsided by the two! Kai tried fighting them off and was nearly successful, but the numbers game was too much and he was turned inside out by a hard lariat by one. The twins yanked Kai up by the arms and held him up for Ridley, who grabbed a hand full of hair and began screaming at him. He yelled at Kai and said he could have saved him, that he could have helped him and he chose to be their victim instead. Finally, they dropped Kai's limp body and stood over him as the crowd booed heavily as we go to commercial break. ![]() Sadie Sanderson McLean: THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT!!! Secret Weapon by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the cheers of the crowd, already knowing his opponent they give him a thunderous pop! He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them. Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Phoenix, Arizona...HUNTER WERTH!!! Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for his opponent. The house lights fell, the crowd was mostly silent. The PLATINUMTRON lit up with a screen shot of a Twitter Feed: (1) New Tweet. The icon clicked it to reveal the tweet. Mademoiselle Lureaux @hkwworldchamp 10s @buzzkillerBB @_ohsorisky HIT MY MUSIC! @WhatsItWerth LAST CHANCE! #HKW #MAINEVENT The crowd erupted. Before she was seen, before her music hit, Lucia easily got the biggest pop of "BOOOS" all night from the raucous and rowdy Philadelphia crowd. And just as it was at our last event, when "My Dick" by Mickey Avalon hit the speakers it seemed a lot louder than anyone else's music had all night long! She stepped through the curtain at the gorilla position wearing all black. She was dressed a lot more battle ready than she had in her HKW debut. She wore the same red boots. This time her black shorts nearly covered most of her ass. In blood red on her sports bra it read: @hkwworldchamp. Above her head on the big screen the PLATINUMTRON showed the number one trending topic in the Philadelphia area to be: #UnfollowLucia. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent...the self-proclaimed HKW World Champ...LUCIA LUREAUX!!! Slowly she made her way to the ring staring Hunter Werth down the entire time. She stops at ringside, kisses the #WickedGood tattoo on her right bicep and then slowly walks around the outside of the ring. She never acknowledged the crowd, but she did at all times walk a bit too close to them, just out of arm's reach. This just fed the intensity of their hate for her. The heat of the crowd followed her around the ring to the front of the broadcast table where she now stood directly in front of Mark Tango. She spit on the broadcast table right on the backside of the monitor in front of Tango. She raised a finger and pointed it defiantly at him as she shouted something to him. The cameras were not able to record what she said due to the volume of her music and the crowd noise. Again, with her eyes still locked on Tango's she again Kaepernick'd the tat and rolled into the ring. Main Event HKW Championship Tournament - Round Two ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! With an eye rake, Lucia kicks off the match. Lucia stomped one of his feet, then the other foot. With a flying headscissors takedown Werth was flipped onto the ropes. Quickly, Lucia was on him with a rope choke. She broke the hold at the last possible split second of the warning five count from the ref. She dramatically pulled her arms back, and with her eyes and the ref's locked, she slipped a boot on the back of Werth's head, again choking him with the ropes. This time when the ref gave her a warning count, Werth slid out of the ring. He made a half circle around the ring. As he moved back in, Lucia went for a baseball slide dropkick. Werth sidestepped her, caught her boot and pulled her out of the ring. By the time Lucia's feet hit the floor Hunter nailed her with that wicked short arm clothesline of his knocking her flat. She moved to her feet and with a scoop slam Hunter sent her right back down. This time when Lucia got up, Werth applied a waistlock, he cinched in hard and deep lifting Lureaux off of her feet almost like a bearhug when suddenly he dropped her flat again with a Flapjack down hard across the broadcast table right in front of Tango! With Lucia laid out right in front of Tango, Werth lifted her up with a handful of her hair and wiped her face back and forth across the backside of Tango's monitor cleaning up where she'd just spit! There wasn't one ass in one seat when this happened! It seemed like everyone got a picture of it too. Lucia hit Werth with a low blow! Snap DDT followed that and Lucia rolled into the ring to break up "That Guy" Randy's warning count at eight. Lucia was simply rolling through the ring, cutting a corner to move in behind Werth. She neither acknowledged the ref counting or stop counting, she was pissed! As Hunter stood, she chop blocked him. Side headlock into a running bulldog, Lucia planted Hunter down hard onto the steel steps at ringside! The ref was up to five in his ten count to disqualify them both. Lucia climbed up onto the ring apron and crashed down into the back of Werth's head with a diving knee drop. This time she made it back into the ring at nine and just as quick as she rolled into the ring, she rolled back out. Lucia grabbed Hunter by his hair, everytime the ref counted, she smashed Werth's head down hard onto the steel steps at ringside. At eight she stopped and hooked a leg, at nine she rolled a nearly limp Hunter Werth into the ring to break the count. Lucia however did not roll back into the ring. Lucia climbed up the backside of the ringpost going up top. Wasting no time, and still clearly pissed and embarrassed, Lucia leaped, hitting Werth with a double footstomp drop hard onto his chest. Standing over him she leaped and making it look almost effortless nailed a picture perfect standing shooting star press. With a pinning combination, Lucia hooked the inside leg. ...1...2...WERTH KICKS OUT! Lucia hooked the outside leg, and shoved him back down to the mat with a forearm across his face. ...1...2...WERTH KICKS OUT! Lucia grabs his face with both hands and shoves him back down hard to the mat hard screaming in his face as the ref was forced to make a third consecutive count! ...1...2...WERTH KICKS OUT! Lucia stood and screamed again. As Werth began to make it up to his feet, Lucia went for a springboard dropkick, Hunter saw it coming and blocked it with a forearm swatting her away. She was up quickly but Werth connected with a belly to belly suplex. He hooked the inside leg. ...1...2...LUCIA KICKS OUT! Hunter was first to his feet. Having it only made it up to one knee Lucia was struck with a vicious insiguri kick that knocked her flat. With Lucia facedown he did not hesitate to go for his Texas Cloverleaf finisher. It seemed like the second he touched her ankles Lucia began scrambling and wiggling towards the ring ropes like her ass was on fire. As soon as she touched rope she began bitching at the ref for him to break the hold. It was easy to see that both competitors were pissed. It was just as easy to see just how badly both of them wanted that last spot in this tournament next week. Hunter Werth pulled Lucia up and shoved her hard into the near corner. With an Irish whip, Werth sent her for the ride towards the far side corner. Lucia reversed, then Werth reversed her reversal. As she smacked the turnbuckles hard chest first and turned back to the ring to fight Werth hit her with his trademarked springboard forearm smash! He went for the pin! ...1...2...LUCIA KICKS OUT! The crowd was really behind Werth now. He pulled Lucia up and with an Irish whip sent her back again in hard into the corner. Lucia fell out flat. Werth rallied the crowd from the far corner ready to pounce. Lucia pulled herself up with the ropes, turned and fell into the turnbuckles, seemingly unable to continue. Hunter Werth took off running and like he'd done to Tanner Sands earlier in the evening he nailed Lucia with a running jumping double knee to her chest! And when he followed up that move with the corner mount on Sands, they were nowhere near as loud as they were when Hunter Werth took the corner mount on Lucia Lureaux! The capacity crowd blew the roof off of the Dynasty Spectrum thundering out a ten count for Hunter Werth! He leaped down out of the corner. Lucia was shaken, dazed, out on her feet, she fell right into Hunter's waiting arms. Waiting front facelock. Hunter lifted Lucia with a vertical suplex. He held her. Held her. Werth held her straight up in the air for what seemed to be a lifetime when the blood is rushing to your head and then he dropped her right where he wanted her and incited the crowd by pointing up to the top rope. Hunter sprung up onto the top turnbuckle, turned and leaped nailing that shooting star press finisher of his. With #PhoenixRising already trending on Twitter he went for the cover. ...1...2...LUCIA BARELY MANAGES A WEAK KICK OUT! Not wasting another second on Lucia, Hunter went for the cobra clutch. Everyone knew it was over when Werth pulled the all but limp Lucia Lureaux up and hit that cobra clutch slam!! Hunter Werth nailed his finisher we all know as 'Hunted Down' he rolled Lucia over and with the crowd ready to count it out loud right along with the ref, he covered her with a lateral press, hooking the inside leg. As "That Guy" Randy slid into position to make the count -- THE FOX BY YLVIS HITS THE SPEAKERS! ...1 Lucifer Lureaux slid out from underneath the ring with Gainey The Fox. ...2 Maneuvering his hands, Lucifer made Gainey The Fox grab Lucia's free leg and put it over the bottom rope! ...3 COUNT INTERRUPTED!!! Luc Lureaux was swiftly up onto the ring apron sensing the inevitable confrontation. When "That Guy" Randy got a good close-up look at Gainey The Fox, he was almost entranced. Quickly, Gainey The Fox introduced himself to "That Guy" Randy as HKW Road Agent Spyder Gainey. "That Guy" Randy shook hands with Gainey The Fox and told him that he was glad to meet him. Behind them in the ring, Hunter Werth, and the crowd in attendance could not believe what they were seeing! Gainey The Fox then took "That Guy" Randy's attention far far away from the ring. All the way to the broadcast table. Gainey The Fox said something to "That Guy" Randy about Mark Tango and they both began laughing hysterically at whatever Gainey The Fox said. Back in the ring, Hunter Werth approached "That Guy" Randy, Gainey The Fox and Luc Lureaux. As he did, Gainey The Fox became more animated as he spoke to the ref. The more animated Gainey The Fox became, the more Luc moved the hand puppet to hide his face from the ref. As Hunter reached for "That Guy" Randy... ..Luc spit his poisonous orange mist right in Werth's face! Gainey The Fox had "That Guy" Randy's undivided attention. Hunter Werth stumbled backwards blindly, wiping at his eyes violently. And then the cameras caught a tattooed forearm come up between his legs for a low blow! Hunter Werth went down and Lucia Lureaux stood up over him. Staggered, but she stood. Lucia quickly nailed a springboard dropkick that knocked the already grounded Werth out of the ring and down onto the floor. She followed him outside and snatched a folding chair out of the front row. Lucia held the chair in her left hand, set Werth up for a side Russian legsweep and as she hit the move she shoved the chair right up into his throat. As Hunter was shoved forward the chair and his Adam's apple were jarred violently with a concussing like effect. Werth was lifted off of his feet by the impact. He fell back hard onto his back. "That Guy" Randy had obviously found his new best friend. Gainey The Fox. Sparked up an imaginary joint and hit it hard. Gainey The Fox somehow actually managed to cough out REAL smoke. Or what appeared to be anyway. He hit the imaginary joint again and offered it to "That Guy" Randy. The Ref oversold shock and pointed out his referee's shirt. Shrugging that he couldn't. Lucia pulled Hunter up. As he stood in front of her, she lifted the chair over her head and smashed it down so hard onto his head that the chair broke. She snatched it to hit him again but it was caught around his neck like some weird over sized necklace. Lucia hit him hard in the solar plexis with a simple, but hard front kick and Werth fell back across the corner barricade at ringside with the chair still in place around his neck. As fast as she could, Lucia went up top and as fast as she could, she leaped right into the third...and fourth row! As she leaped, Lucia hit Hunter Werth with that flipping neckbreaker that she calls the Arc du Triomphe! Lucia absolutely planted Werth down into the first and second row with the move. They hated her, but they gave it up. A "HOLY SHIT" chant blew up from the crowd. Lucia pulled herself up, posed for a picture someone in the crowd was taking, kissed the #WickedGood tattoo and started pulling Werth up. "Is he talking to you?" "Nah bro, he's not talking to me, he's got to be talking to you!" Is what Gainey The Fox and "That Guy" Randy seemed to be saying to each other about Mark Tango at ringside. Lucia rolled Werth back into the ring. She applied a front facelock and pulled Hunter Werth up to his feet. She hooked the leg, it looked like it might be a fisherman's suplex. At that moment, Gainey The Fox turned and began pointing this very thing out to "That Guy" Randy. Immediately, the ref's attention was back on what was happening inside of the ring. Lucia heaved. Nothing. She took a deep breath. She stomped her foot planting it down hard and rocking back as hard as she could she barely got Hunter up off of the ground. Before she could slam him with her Michinoku Driver II -- SHE DROPPED HIM DEAD ON HIS HEAD! Lucia was right on top of him, and "That Guy" Randy was right on top of it! ...1...2...3!!! Lucia rolled Hunter Werth out of the ring to take the full spotlight for herself! As "My Dick" by Mickey Avalon once again hit the speakers. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And your winner...LUCIA LUREAUX!!! Lucia shouted at Sadie pointing her finger threateningly. Sadie Sanderson McLean: What I meant to say was...AND YOUR WINNER...THE..."SELF-PROCLAIMED"...HKW WORLD CHAMPION...LUCIA LUREAUX!!! Lucia snatched her raised hand out of "That Guy" Randy's grip, slid out of the ring, threw the ring apron out of the way and pulled out a ladder. She shoved it into the ring, slid back in and hurriedly set it up. Lucia climbed that ladder and sat down straddle legged on top of it. Once she knew all of the cameras were on her, she didn't Kaepernick. She did Aaron Rodgers' taunt. She mimicked a Championship around her waist from atop a ladder. Then, she Kaepernick'd the #WickedGood tattoo as the cameras returned to the broadcast crew at ringside. ![]() As the show returns from commercial break the fans are seen awaiting to see what would happen next even after the main event was over and done with. A couple of minutes go by as Chris Tucker by. J. Cole feat. 2 Chainz hits the PA System. As the song hits fans erupt in cheers as Lyle Risky is seen stepping out from behind the curtains shaking & bobbing his head to the music while dancing a bit with his back turned to the crowd. Following behind him is fellow GM and PDW Prodigy Champion, Brandon Banks who watches Risky laughing a little as he holds onto his Prodigy Championship. He bobs his head to the music and points out to the crowd and yells... "MONEY TALKS MUFUCKA!" He laughs and nods. He then looks back at Risky who is seen still dancing with his back turned to the crowd. Lyle soon turns around to face the crowd and reveals there resting on his right shoulder a gold plated championship belt with HKW engravings. Yes, it is the HKW Championship! The fans seeing the title makes them go even more nuts! Lyle continues to dance as he smiles and laughs at the fans excitement to see the title He leans over to Brandon to tell him something before heading down the ramp. On the way down the ramp Brandon calmly makes his way down to the ring while Risky is seen slapping hands and taking pictures with attractive females and kids in the crowd with the championship belt. He then jogs over to catch up with Brandon. Brandon enters the ring and calls for a few mics as Lyle follows behind him dancing to the music and singing the chorus. After Brandon hands Lyle the microphone the music dies down a bit but they are left with the voicerous crowd. The two men can't help but smile. Lyle nods and raises the microphone to speak. Lyle Risky: Ahhhhhhh yyeaaaahhhhhh! Money Talks Mufucka! Shout to Shark! Shout out to T! Shout out to Brooklyn! Haha! Lyle shakes his head waving off the inside jokes... Lyle Risky: Oh y'all see this? He looks down to the championship belt on his shoulder and Brandon points to it. Lyle Risky: Uh huh yep, I know you see it! This right here is exactly what all y'all been waitin' for. This right here is what them people's been fightin' for since the beginning of HKW. The big one....The main strap....THE HKW CHAMPIONSHIP! He holds up the championship belt in the air as the fans begin to cheer once again. ![]() Lyle lowers the belt back onto his shoulder and nods with a smirk on his face. Brandon Banks: That right there? That's what all them up and comers were fighting for. That right there? That's the holy grail here in HKW. Right now, I'd like for all five participants for the Hard Knox Ladder match to please come onto the ramp. Chop chop. I'm tryna get my ass home already. Banks and Risky turn their heads to see Cain Morgan, Ava Adore, Lucia Leraux, Gia Van Zant and Emilio Vialpando name all come onto the stage. Brandon Banks: The reason I asked you guys out here is for this... For the past two weeks, all of you have fought to become Hard Knox Champion. All five of you are finalists, and you should be proud of that. But only one of you can become the first ever HKW Champion. Banks nods toward Risky. Lyle Risky: And each and every one of you have that one shot...One opportunity to prove that you are everything that Hard Knox stands for. That you are worthy of being a champion. Yeah, I see potential up there. Crazy potential. I know some of y'all be dying to see this moment. I know some of y'all even think that you entitled to be the champion. But lemme tell you this...Just cause you makin' some noise over your Twitter feed don't mean you championship material. With that said.... He smirks as he looks over to Brandon. He then looks back to the five participants. Lyle Risky: I think it's time we fill you in on the details of this Hard Knox Ladder Match all five of you will be taking place in. Banks moves the Prodigy title from one shoulder over to the other, turning around in the direction of the five HKW stars. Brandon Banks: The rules to this match are simple. Just like every other ladder match, you're going have to climb up rung by rung, grab the title hanging 20 feet in the air, and pull it down into your position. But here's the kicker.. Banks smirks, nodding to Risky. Risky chuckles a little. Lyle Risky: As you know this program here is a part of PDW, and thanks to Star Deveraux we have seen nothing but insane matches that has pushed the limits of so many superstars. And since HKW is under PDW, it wouldn't be right if we pushed the limits with what we do also. So this isn't your typical everyday ladder match, nah bruh. He smirks. Lyle Risky: In this ladder match, you won't just have as many ladders as you want at your disposal...But you'll have chairs, tables, thumbtacks, kendo sticks, sledge hammers, barbedwired bats....Um hmm... He looks over to Brandon. Lyle Risky: What else bruh? Brandon Banks: Shit, I think you just about got it down. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in this match is legal. It doesn't matter what you wanna use, you could use it. At the end of Defiance 3, we will have our first HKW Champion, and it's gonna be one of you guys... Or girls up there. Lyle nods and lifts his mic. Lyle Risky: Welcome to Hard Knox ladies and gentlemen! Good luck! Lucia on the stage is seen stepping out in front of the four with her hand raised as if she had something to say. Risky is seen rolling his eyes and mouths "what now?" and Brandon shrugs. Suddenly Lucia stops making her way towards the ramp and turns back towards the stage with other four contestants. An argument starts to heat up on the stage and next thing you know.... Gia punches Lucia in the face as Cain swings for Emilio who dodges the punch but is met by a solid right from Ava. An all out brawl has erupted on the stage. 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