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| Riskodamous | Apr 27 2014, 12:21 PM Post #1 |
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![]() HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 3! Dynasty Spectrum - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Sunday, November 3rd, 2013 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. ![]() A small firework display starts going off near the stage as fans aew seen cheering to the top of their lungs. The camera pans around the entire Dynasty Spectrum before stopping at the commentators station. Brian Mason: Welcome to Definace 3! We have a show full of action tonight as we will determine the first ever HKW Championship! Who will walk out with the title? Cain Morgan, Gia Van Zant, Ava Adore, or Emilio Vialpando? Mark TANGO: We also get to watch Brandon Banks take on Michael Myers...AKA AUSTIN POWERS! Maddison Harthorne: Actually, it's the serial killer, Tango. Brian: Mason: We also have pur second PDW vs HKW match between former Cyber and Tag Team champion Zack Jones and Tanner Sands. Mark TANGO: Don't forget! Fel-t up, Annie, and Ashley are going to win tonight! Maddison Harthorne: And Sunshine Tony Carmine takes on Prince MacRear. Brian Mason: And much more! This will be a great show, though we do have some breaking news. It appears that the tag team match between Strong and Sterling and Mentez and Krowe will be cancelled as Krowe has suffered an undisclosed injury that will sideline him. We will try and get more news as we- Brian places his hand on the right side of the headset and begins to listen to the news coming in on his headset before turning back to the camera. Brian Mason: It appears as if something is happening backstage. Let's go there now! Backstage we see Colton Sterling and Jason Mentez somewhere inside the Dynasty Spectrum beating the holy hell out of one another. Security and a number of different HKW talent arrive on the scene and rip the two apart from one another, but neither man will let up! Mentez yells obscenities at Sterling, mainly calling him a bitch, until Sterling rips away from securities grip and spears down Mentez! The two roll around on the ground for awhile as the personal backstage rips the two men off of each other once again. They look as if they're about go at it once more until a hood figure, wearing a faded jeans a Jordan VII's walks into the scene. Mentez and Sterling lock eyes with the hooded figure as he lowers his hood, revealing non other than PDW Prodigy champion and HKW co-gm Brandon Banks. Brandon Banks: Man, what the hell is wrong with y'all? You think because your match got canceled you could just start throwing down back here? Banks looks over at Mentez and then at Sterling. Brandon Banks: If y'all wanna fight so bad, all you had to do was ask bruh. Y'all wanna fight? Fine. Y'all gonna fight. Defiance IV. It's gonna be Colton Sterling and Jason Mentez one on one. Banks chews down on his gum nonchalantly as Colton and Mentez exchange some words. Brandon Banks: And to make sure that there ain't no bullshit finish. We gonna do this old school. Two out of three falls. And who knows? The winner might even be in line for an HKW Championship match. That was news to Mentez and Sterling's ears as they both grin after hearing the announcement. Brandon Banks: But as far as tonight goes? I want the both y'all outta the building. I can't risk anything happening to your match at Defiance IV and y'all already proved you'll fight anywhere at anytime. Banks looks over at security. Brandon Banks: Escort them out. Different exits. And make sure they get in their cars and drive off too. Banks grins and walks in the direction of the locker rooms as Mentez and Sterling are walked out of the Dynasty Spectrum. ![]() ![]() Risky was seen entering the arena followed by childhood and best friend RED. With Risky dressed in a black suit and a pink tea with matching sunglasses, RED is seen wearing a tall black tee and baggy black jeans. Risky is seen looking at his phone as he received a text from Brandon. Lyle Risky: ...Damn. He shake his head. RED notices and raises an eyebrow. RED: What's up? Lyle looks back at his friend who he just got a job here at HKW as head of security. Lyle Risky: Some people gon' be let go after this show...Damn bruh it's the third show and mufuckas already bein' released. He shrugs his shoulders and slides his phone back in his pocket. Lyle Risky: Oh well...We got better talent than them bums anyway. As they continue to walk down the hallway a female fan comes out of no where and tries to hug Risky. He then throws up his hands in shock. Lyle Risky: AYYEEEE WHOOAAAAA!!!! RED quickly steps between the woman and Risky and shoves her way. RED: Hold up bitch?! Risky straights up his suit and looks at the woman with a eyeraised. Lyle Risky: The hell? RED: AYO WE AIN'T GOT NO SPRITE TO QUENCH YA THIRST BACK HERE BITCH?! HOW DID YOU GET BACK HERE?! Woman: I JUST WANNA GET A PICTURE WITH RISKY! I LOVE YOU RISKY! I LOVE YOU!!!!! Lyle pats RED on the shoulder. Lyle Risky: Hold up bruh. Lady just wants a photo with the mighty Riskodamous. Who am I to turn down a pretty young thang? RED steps out of the way and lets go of the woman. He crosses his arms while keeping an eye on her as Lyle makes his way over to her. Lyle Risky: Give my boy ya phone real quick. She takes her phone from between her cleavage and Lyle smirks while looking over at RED. Lyle Risky: Lady got a nice hiding spot bruh. RED: YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. RED takes the phone and gets to the camera. Lyle puts his arm around the woman and smiles. RED: ALRIGHT, TITTYS?! Risky & Woman: TITTYS!!!!!! Risky quick grabs on to the left breast of the woman before the camera flashes. The woman looks a bit shocked as he does this. After the picture is taken RED hands the phone back and Risky quickly gets to the other side of RED. Lyle Risky: Alright doll, enjoy the show huh? Later. RED: NOW GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA HERE BEFORE I SLAP YOU WITH MY BELLY! Woman: Thanks Risky! Oh my God, thank you! Lyle smirks and begins to walk away. RED waits for the woman to leave to head back out of the backstage area before returning to Risky's side. RED: YO MAN. Lyle Risky: Yeah? RED: THANKS FOR THIS BRUH. CAN YOU TELL BB I SAID THANKS TOO? I KNOW HE DON'T LIKE ME AND SHIT BUT-- Lyle Risky: Aye bruh...Just do yo job and shit and you'll be alright. The scene begins to fade as RED and Risky head into Risky's. ![]() ![]() The cameras cut backstage into an unknown locker room, where a somewhat muscular, red headed woman is sitting on a chair, lacing a pair of tattered and worn black leather boots. She looks up and smiles gives the camera a grin before continuing to lace her boots. Kasey Fontaine: The Bitch Kickers. Since the first day I stepped into a wrestling ring in a local backyard back home in Australia, these girls have been with me. I never fought a match in the 5 years I wrestled without these boots, because back then in the backyard, that sort of thing was important. We didn’t have cameras, we didn’t have makeup, we didn’t have cute little interviews. The only thing we had, was the wrestling. She finishes tying her boot as she leans her elbows on her knees. Kasey Fontaine: The only thing that anyone would know about you, the only way you could make your name, was by what you did in that ring. It was raw, it was rough, and it was wonderful. However once you go “pro”, all of that changes. Don’t get me wrong, I glad to be here in HKW, but the main problem I am seeing is that people simply talk too much. Now I enjoy trash talk as much as anyone, but it seems that everyone is more than happy to TALK about how fucking awesome they are and how they are going to beat this person and win that match and various other shit, instead of just going out and DOING IT. I don’t need to tell you how good I am, because I intend to show the world that very fact tonight, when I fight fellow debuter Djimon Sanders. I have nothing against you Djimon, and you seem like a nice guy, but you really have no idea what is at stake do you? If it was me, I would have taken this opportunity and embraced it, ran with it, made it my bitch. But instead you seem so fucking flabbergasted by it you don’t even know which way is up. You are too busy losing your shit to realise the MASSIVE opportunity you have been given. So tonight, I am going to do you a favour. I am going to SHOW you which way is up, when I knock you on your back for a 3 count and you are left staring UP at the ceiling. The woman stands up and takes a step towards the camera. Kasey Fontaine: People of Hard Knocks Wrestling, I am “Ms. Toxic” Kasey Fontaine. I am not here to look pretty, I am not here to massage the fists of men with my face. I am here to make my mark and show the world how good I really am. I will make my way to the top of this company, and noone can stop me. After all darlin’s... She smirks at the camera. Kasey Fontaine: ...The infection has already begun. Kasey walks out of shot as the cameras cut away. ![]() ![]() ![]() The arena goes dark and multi-coloured strobe lights shine through the arena as “Freak Like Me” by Halestorm plays through the speakers. Kasey walks through the curtain onto the stage to the cheers of the fans. She walks to thring in time with the music, extending her hands to the fans along the way. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On her way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 170 pounds… “Ms Toxic” Kasey Fontaine! She walks up the steps and enters the ring, mounting the turnbuckle and raising his right ist in the air, causing more cheers to erupt from the crowd. Her theme fades out as she drops back to the mat. The Federal Donuts dot com intro video and music plays as Jimi Sanders steps out shielding his eyes from the bright lights. The crowd probably gives a better pop to the Philadelphia landmark restaurant than they’re really giving to the Philadelphia wrestler. He says a quick prayer and heads to the ring. Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Girard Estates right here in Philadelphia…JIMI SANDERS! Match One Debutante Match ![]() ![]() The match started with Kasey taking full control after a fury of strikes, followed by a jumping heel kick. She went for a German suplex but Jimi put all his weight down to prevent it from happening, and connected with a Russian Legsweep. Jimi held the match at his pace for a moment, throwing Kasey out of the ring and hitting a beautiful corkscrew plancha on Ms. Toxic. The referee nearly got to a ten count before Jimi slid Kasey back into the ring only for Kasey to catch him off guard with a hanging DDT. She went for the cover... ONE... TWO... NO! Sanders kicks out! Kasey locked in a reverse choke on Sanders but Sanders powered out of it and blasted Kasey with a huge Yakuza kick! He made the pin attempt.. ONE... TWO... TH---NO! Kasey kicks out! The match went back and forth until Jimi made a rookie mistake by taunting too long while he was on the top rope which gave Kasey the time to get up and push Sanders down. She measure him up and hit him with the Skull Fuck! ONE... TWO.... THREE! Winner: Kasey Fontaine via pinfall (5:29) ![]() ![]() Backstage we see Prince MacRear standing outside his locker room, texting away on his phone. Once the text was sent he opens his locker room door up just enough to peek his head in. Prince MacRear: Alexa! Are you almost ready?! We have a match in exactly…. He stops mid speech and gasps. Prince MacRear: ALEXA! YOU NASTY, NASTY GIRL YOU. YOU’RE WEARING THAT!? Prince pulls his head out of the locker room. His face is a bright red as he starts to giggle uncontrollably. Prince MacRear: Oh boy! So fab. So SO fab! He peeks his head back into the locker room as we begin to hear footsteps clatter from behind MacRear and a large hand sneaks into the picture, tapping Prince on the shoulder. Prince MacRear: Uhhh, busy?! Go away? The hand continues to tap MacRear on the shoulder until he turns around and goes to yell at whoever it was. That was until he saw who it actually was. Prince MacRear: You… The camera pans around and shows D-Evil standing there looking down at MacRear as he folds his arms. D-Evil: You seem to be in my way little man. You gonna move or shall I help you? The sound of laughter can be heard coming from beneath D-Evil’s mask as it sounds a little like Darth Vader when he breathes. Prince MacRear: Excuse me? In YOUR way? Sorry boo. Behind me is my locker room. He points down the hallway. Prince MacRear: The basement is that way. That’s where you like to hang out, isn’t it? Now shooo. In the background we hear Alexa calling out Prince’s name. This interests D-Evil as he unfolds his arms and looks passed MacRear. D-Evil: When did you start giving orders? Maybe it’s your locker room that I want to go in. You ever think of that? Stepping forward D-Evil doesn't expect any resistance as he goes to open the locker room. Prince suddenly springs his arms out to his sides, preventing D-Evil from entering. Prince MacRear: Now you listen to me mister Evil D. You might have beat me in our match at the last Defiance, but you will not boss me around like some kind of big bully. And you’re NOT allowed to see Alexa in what she’s wearing! He takes on of his arms and begins to jab his index finger on D-Evil’s chest. Prince MacRear: Did… you… hear… me. HUH?! For some reason D-Evil didn’t get the urge to throw him out of the way but in fact just stands there laughing. D-Evil: I hear you alright and I think everyone else did too. You do realize I’m not deaf right? He steps away from the locker room door and looks at MacRear standing there, D-Evil is surprised that MacRear stood up to him. D-Evil: You got spunk kid, yeah and not the kind you’re thinking either wee man. I hope you realize if I really wanted to go in there I could right? Now crossing his arms once again D-Evil stands there once again looking down at MacRear waiting for his response. Prince MacRear: … Maybe. Prince takes a hard gulp, pushing the door open a bit with his foot without D-Evil noticing. Prince MacRear: But you’d have to catch me first! Laterz! In seconds, Prince kicks the door open just enough for him to sneak in. He slams the door shut and slams as D-Evil stands back and laughs. D-Evil just stands there wondering what to do for a couple of seconds. D-Evil: Such a funny kid. Then he does something out of the ordinary and knocks on the locker room door hoping to get a response. MacRear doesn’t open the door, but we hear his voice. Prince MacRear: Yes? He doesn’t know what to say so leaves it a second or two to quickly think of something up as he scratches his head. D-Evil: Delivery for Mr MacRear. Hiding up against the wall ready for when MacRear hopefully opens the locker room door. Prince slowly opens up his locker room door. He peeks his head to the right and sees nothing. He peeks his head to the left and.. Prince MacRear: WAAAAAAAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! DID YOU NOT GET YOUR JOLLIES OFF WHEN YOU ALMOST KILLED ME, HUH?! Prince starts to rip his bedazzled jean jacket off and slams it to the ground below. Prince MacRear: Momma always said to beat a bully, you gotta stand up to the bully! Mean mug from MacRear. He throws his hands up and looks ready to scuffle. Prince MacRear: You might of kicked my booty last time and you might do it again… Suddenly, MacRear starts to high step around D-Evil ala Muhammed Ali. Prince MacRear: But I’ll be darned if I don’t try to stop you! Yet again D-Evil just stands there with his arms crossed laughing at MacRear. D-Evil: I don’t like many people but you, there is something about you that I like. Just keep at it kid and one day your be as good as me. Leaving MacRear there D-Evil headed off down the hall still laughing away to himself. ![]() ![]() THIS IS PRE-RECORDED AND WHAT ETHAN MATTHEWS HAD TO SAY ON HIS OPPONENT! The scene fades into the Matthews Martial Arts school where Ethan can be seen just finishing a sparring match as we manage to catch him hit a flying roundhouse kick. The kick connects to as his sparring partner falls to the floor. Ethan walks over checking on them and sees that they're okay as he helps them to their feet. Now noticing the camera's Ethan walks over to them with a towel in hand as he takes off his sparring gloves and wipes his head with a towel. Ethan then grabs a bottle of water and drinks half the bottle before getting ready to say what he has to say. Ethan: So it seems I'm up against Darwin Ridley in a match that is definitely in his favor. Now people may see this as me being an underdog and maybe I am. Although it doesn't matter what kind of match it is or who it's against. I won't and don't underestimate anyone and when I train I don't take it lightly. I always train as if I'm going to war, I may lose a battle here and there but I sure as hell won't lose a war. I may fall again and again but as many times as I fall, is just as many times as I rise. I won't and don't let anything or anyone keep me down. Now I'd be a fool if I said I don't tap out because I don't care who you're everyone at some point will have to. It doesn't mean you're weak, being weak is someone with an ego. Someone who believes they're untouchable or unbeatable. Anyone can beat anyone and I may respect Darwin's abilities but I don't respect how he goes about things. Pausing for a moment Ethan grabs the water bottle and drinks the other half before wiping his mouth with his towel. Ethan: I know I'm stepping into this match not knowing what to expect but I'm still confident. Darwin might have the advantage but I'm use to overcoming tough challenges and actually really looking forward to it. People seem to think Darwin is a strange man but all I think is he needs a friend and a hug. Maybe he has mommy and daddy issues but that's not for anyone to judge. They can judge if they want to but remember, if you judge someone be expected to be judged yourself. Ethan smirks as he wipes the sweat off of his forehead. Ethan: Anyway looking forward to getting in the ring with you Mr Ridley. You may have a surprise for me but I'm pretty certain your be the one surprised when I go to kick your head off. See you soon Mr Scary Pants. The scene fades out slowly as Ethan walks off laughing to himself as he goes back to train a little more. ![]() ![]() "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 Sadie Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1” he is “The Warrior” Ethan Matthews. 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. 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. Match Two Darwins Rules ![]() ![]() Just as Ridley gets to ringside, he walks around the ring and makes his way toward Sadee Sanderson McLean. He reaches out his hand and waits for her to hand him a microphone as the lights in the arena come back on. Darwin Ridley: It seems as if HKW believes they can control me. They believe they can control what I do... When I fight... Who I fight... Darwin looks up and at Ethan Matthews who's begging Ridley to get in the ring. Darwin Ridley: I'm sorry, but... That's just not the case. I am my own man who has no leader or higher power. In my world... I AM the higher power. Darwin laughs into the microphone maniacally as Ethan looks at the referee unsure of what's going on. Darwin Ridley: This? All of this? This is my world, and people like you Ethan are confused by the common worlds perception of normal. I am not normal. This world is not normal. This world is filled with monsters, but it's people like you Ethan Matthews who try to make the children believe that monsters don't exist. Darwin starts walking up the ring steps, keeping his eyes locked in on Ethan Matthews. Darwin Ridley: Monsters are real, Ethan. I am a monster, and the man you're about to face? He's a monster as well. Ethan looks confused as Darwin backpedals down the steps and turns his back to the ring. Darwin Ridley: Darwin's Rules. What are Darwin's Rules? It's quite simple, really. There are no rules in Darwin's rules aside from one. You want to place your hands on me? Darwin begins to laugh once again as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp. Darwin Ridley: First... You must defeat my monster. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go off as we hear some screams coming from the crowd. When the lights turn back on, we see a huge masked man along with Ridley standing behind Ethan! Darwin Ridley: Guess who? Ethan turns around and is blasted by a big boot from the mammoth sized man! Darwin begins to shot instructions at his ally, telling him to lift Ethan up. The large man grabs a hold of both of Ethan's arms as Ridley saunters towards him, slapping Ethan in the face, infuriating the mixed martial arts expert. Darwin Ridley: ..... I've seen this before. I've seen your ending, Ethan. Tonight? It's not your end. Tonight? You're just being punished for your sins. We're sorry, Ethan. The monster turns Ethan around and sets him up for a powerbomb, tossing him into the corner with force as Ridley charges in and hits a step up Enzuguri on Ethan on the rebound! Ridley yells for his monster to hold Matthews down as Ridley climbs up to the top rope and hits a high-arc Frog Splash on Ethan! With Ethan down, Ridley walks back over to the microphone he dropped and kneels down next to Matthews as the monster stands behind Ridley. Darwin Ridley: Kai... This will be your fate, and when we're done with you... You will all fear the Shadows. He drops the microphone and laughs maniacally. The duo look down at Ethan, proud of their work, before exiting the ring and walking back to the back as the scene fades. Winner: No Contest (0:00) ![]() ![]() Walking toward the arena from the parking lot is non other than HKW wrestler and PDW interviewer, Felicity. She has her hood thrown over heard, wearing a pair of skinny jeans and Jordans as she walks toward one of the entrances to the arena, immediately passing by general manager Risky’s office. Felicity: Hm. She pulls her hood back and knocks on the door, not knowing whether she should expect her brother to be with Risky. There’s no answer at first so Felicity knocks again before walking in and… Felicity: RISKY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Risky turns quickly in his chair towards the doorway with his husky puppy in his hand petting him with an eyebrow raised. Lyle Risky: Well, well, well! If it ain’t the sexy Banks. He pets the puppy and leans over whispering in the dogs ear. Lyle Risky: You see her boy? That’s the one I’ma be plowin’ once Brandon dies tonight! See look it says it here in his will. Lyle then points at a piece of notebook paper that says “Brandon’s Will” in HIS handwriting. He points at a line on the will and taps it. Felicity: And where exactly does it say anything about plowing anything? Felicity stares down at the paper, waving it off after a few seconds after she awe’s at the puppy. Felicity: Oh my God! He has one blue eye and one brown one?! She awes again, reaching over to pet the pup. Felicity: Okay. Before I forget, I need to talk to you. She thinks back to something Risky just said, squinting her eyes as she ponders the thought. Felicity: You know, if he did die during that match… I wouldn’t even have to have this conve--. She stops. Felicity: Fuck that. You and I both know he’s not gonna die out there. But listen. She lets out a deep breath. Felicity:Risky, please. Please, please, please. Can you please get Brandon to stop messing with my matches and making decisions for me and all that? You can do that, right? It’s starting to really get on my nerves and one of these days, I just might.. She lets out another deep breath, blowing some of her hair from her forehead. Felicity: I might just attack him. Seriously. I’ve beat him up before, and I can do it again. Risky lets down the puppy and motions for her to close the door. She looks behind her and close the door so the dog doesn’t get out. He straightens up his shirt as he sits up in the chair and clears his throat. Lyle Risky: Look Fel, you know he just tryna protect you right? And look you never know he might have something in store for you in the future. Like did you know you was gon’ be takin’ on Bryte on opening night? Felicity: No, but still. It made sense to her, but that wasn’t what she was trying to hear. Felicity: That’s the issue here. I don’t need protection! What makes anyone think that I need protection?! I’ve been getting “protected” all my life and I’m tired of it! I can handle my own shit, Risky! Realizing she had grabbed a hold of Risky’s jacket, she lets go and pets down the wrinkles. Felicity: Sorry. Lost myself for a minute. He looks up at her a bit annoyed by her grabbing him. He shakes his head. Lyle Risky: Look, I understand that Fel. but look he’s probably just wanting you to prove yourself to the fans and him. It might not just be all about protecting you, ya know? Felicity takes a few steps back, rolling her eyes. Felicity: How the hell am I supposed to do that when I’m not allowed to be in certain matches? How am I supposed to do that with him ending my matches without me even being pinned or tapping out? She closes her eyes and shakes her head. Felicity: Fuck it. I should’ve known you wouldn’t get it either. Lyle shrugs his shoulders. Lyle Risky: Look I’ll tell you what...If I start witnessing it I’ll do something about it. Okay? You can clearly see Felicity doesn’t like what she hears, but she nods her head anyway. Felicity: Sure thing. She turns around and mumbles something we can’t hear under her breath, walking toward the door and out of Risky’s office. ![]() ![]() The scene fades into the backstage area as Emilio is seen making his way towards the entrance area. He rubs his hands with a smile on his face as he looks around at other HKW talent in the halls. He looks ahead and just as he lifts his head. As he turns a corner a bearded man with a jean jacket cut bumps into him. Emilio stumbles back a bit as he was taken off guard by the shoulder bump from the man. He looks back at the man who continues to walk on. A bit annoyed, Emilio calls out to him… Emilio Vialpando: Ayo bruh?! Watch where the fuck you goin’! The man turns his head just enough to look over his shoulder. He stares for a second before turning himself around. “Weird way of saying I’m sorry. “ Right here Em notices something about the man. The man smirks, adjusting his cut. Emilio Vialpando: Aye...Ain’t you that Perrello nigga from FGA? Joey Perello: Watch your step, kiddo. You never know who you might bump into, and next time… He scoffs. Joey Perello: I won't be as nice. Perello takes a few steps backward before turning back around and walking away from Emilio. Emilio watches confused by Perello’s appearance and the scene begins to fade. ![]() ![]() Coming back from commercial break Prince MacRear is seen already in the ring awaiting his recent rival. 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 and the Sunshine Championship fastened around his waist. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me". Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent from Boca Raton, Florida, weighing in at 145 pounds, THE Sunshine Champion...."Sunshine" Scandalous Tony Carmine! 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. 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. He looks over to Prince and smirks before snarling. Prince begins to make his way from out of his corner but is stopped by the ref. Tony laughs as he takes off his championship belt. He then hands it to the ref who then holds it up in the air. Match Three Sunshine Championship ![]() ![]() After the bell rang the two quickly locked up in the middle of the ring testing each other's strength. Winning the battle, Tony quickly presses Prince into his very own corner and begins to unleash some heavy blows until separated by the ref. Tony ignores the sheer warning of the ref and hits a Missile Dropkick from out of no where knocking Prince down to his knees holding his face. Tony holds his hands up in the air as if he were innocent as the ref gets in his face. As the match continues Tony is seen controlling majority of the match as Prince tries his best to protect his facial features. Tony then walks over to Prince's corner where Alexa Strange is seen screaming at Prince to get up. Tony looks back at Prince who just lies there trying to check his face. He shrugs and looks back at Alexa. He points at the mirror that Prince brought out. She shakes her head to not give it to him. Tony then gets his upper torso through the middle rope and snatches Alexa by the hair. She slaps him in the face telling him to get away. Tony stumbles back holding his face laughing a little. Without noticing that Prince was now up after he noticed Tony grabbing onto Alexa, Prince turns Tony around and hits a Reverse STO. He quickly goes for a cover... 1 .... KICKOUT! Tony holding his own face screams in disgust of being topped by Prince. Prince begins to gain his own offence for a couple for minutes but that is all put to a stop when Tony catches Prince off guard and hits It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Tony goes for the pin... 1 2 3!!!!! Winner: Tony Carmine via pinfall (9:19) ![]() ![]() We cut to the backstage area where Selena King is standing by with The Boogeyman himself, Michael Myers. Selena looks into the camera with a nervous smile on her face, and begins speaking. Selena King: Uumm.....I'm......Standing by with horror icon, Michael Myers? Selena looks at Myers with the nervous expression still on her face. Selena King: Okay. Selena lets out a nervous laugh. Selena King: Michael.....How does it feel to be here in HKW? Selena puts the mic up to Myers' mouth, but he just stares at her for a moment before looking into the camera without saying anything at all. Selena King: Okay then......That's very nice. Next question. Whst are your thoughts on Brandon Banks putting you in a match against him later tonight? Myers stares at Selena again for a moment before looking back into the camera, still not saying anything. Selena King: Alright. I didn't expect you to talk much to be honest. I mean, you never talk in the movies....Except when you were a kid. Hehe. Anyways, is there a certain person you plan on targeting in HKW after your match against Banks? Myers once again stares at Selena, still not saying anything, but this time he stays focused on her, and she begins getting even more freaked out than she already was. Selena King: That's all the time we have for this interview! Selena quickly turns, and runs away as Myers stares into the direction she went. The Halloween theme song by John Carpenter begins to play, and Myers tilts his head before walking in the direction Selena ran. ![]() ![]() Backstage, Adella Morena is seen talking on the phone just outside of the off door of Lyle Risky when Ashley Sullivan is walking up to her. Still in her street clothes, Ashley looks to have not gotten ready for her six man tag match later. Seeing the young girl near the door, Adella holds the phone to the side before stopping her. Adella Morena: And just where do you think you're going? Ashley Sullivan: To talk to whoever's here tonight, Banks or Risky, about this tag match. Adella rolls her eyes while giving Ashley a dismissive wave. Adella Morena: The GMs have better things to do than to bother with you. If I were you, I'd count myself lucky to even have a spot on this roster. Do you know how many that would kill for the chance that you have here? You? You just walk right in because you're related to someone. If it wasn't for Erin, you would've been laughed out of this building when you showed up for the first show, little girl. Ashley gives her a stern look with a crossing of her arms over her chest. Ashley Sullivan: Looks who's talking about someone being lucky to be here. Aren't you a little old to be an intern? Someone my age, OK. But you, you've got to be pushing what? 70? It makes me wonder why someone with more energy doesn't have your job when you should be collecting dust in a rocking chair. Just who did Granny Intern have to suck off to get this job? Adella gives a look of shock and waves an accusing finger at Ashley. Adella Morena: You.... Ashley Sullivan: Bitch? Yeah, I'm sure you say the same thing whenever you take a look in the mirror. Keep your vulture roost outside the office. I'll just go find Fel and go over what to do with this match. Instead of giving Adella a chance to respond, Ashley pushes past her and off camera that focuses on a still extremely angry Adella. ![]() ![]() Camera zooms in on one "The Rebel" Gwen Massey sitting in the middle of the ring earlier this evening. Everything around her is dark. In her usual "The Defiant One" hooded jacket, she adverted her gaze onto the camera and looked up into the blinding light as she parted her lips to speak.. Gwen Massey: For the last couple of nights, all I've heard was your match wasn't supposed to end like that. I've heard that the woman I faced, Neon.. was in fact supposed to have beaten me. Yet, I stand here more pumped, more energetic and determined to do what's going to be my best move in this federation. Yes, I am a up and comer and it is true that a lot of you all out there know nothing about me but I promise you that will change very soon Smiling faintly as she stood to her feet.. Gwen Massey: I am not one for saying something and not being able to back it up. I hate people like that personally. I am an individual who can reach out to others for help and gets slapped in my face afterwards. Many of you do not have a clue what drives me. You all may think that it is petty things like having an issue towards Adella for talking about my appearance. No, it’s bigger than that. I have an issue with anyone who steps incorrect and expects to just walk away freely Slowly paces around the empty ring, not leaving the lone light that was positioned in the middle of the ring. Removing the hood from her head.. Gwen Massey: HKW, I am not here for kicks and giggles. I am not here for anything more than to prove myself worthy of being championship material. At defiance, I put all my chips in and I set my cards on the table against two other individuals who are in the same position as myself. Triple threat rules, three persons in and only one victor. No matter how many words have been spoken to one another. No matter how many times either of us have said that we were going to win. Our skills, our determination and our resolve will be the deciding factor as to who walks away with the victory. I don't believe either of you all's resolve is greater than mine, determination neither. I have something to prove, I will not be this “No Name” female who works her way up in the ranking and still is looked down upon. I shall NOT be underestimated damn it! Shaking her head, she slows down her pacing before eventually stopping back in the center of the light. Gwen Massey: It's a proven fact that actions speak louder than words correct? Then it's very simple as to what needs to happen. Enough words, enough tough talk and it’s time to put up or shut up. I have no intentions on losing tonight, I have no intentions on having this moment slip through my fingers once again. Tonight will be my night.. in many ways than one. 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![]() ![]() ![]() 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. Sadee 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 I raised my arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of her entrance music. “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 her opponent... WESLEY 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. "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/boos/general disinterest] of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona.. HUNTER WERTHHH! You are your own secret weapon. It's all up to you, to come out swingin'. It's all up to you! 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. Match Four Triple Threat Match ![]() ![]() ![]() The match starts out with Wesley and Hunter getting in each others faces but all that is put to an end after Gwen hits a dropkick on them both. The fans cheer and some even boo her, especially the the ones attracted to the two men. Before Wesley could get up to his feet he is already sent back to the ground with a hard Inverted DDT from Hunter who slid over on his knees just to do so. He too is then brought down by Gwen after she hits The Bitter End on him but not at full speed. She then picks up Wesley and tries to go for a DDT on him but he stops her from doing so and reverses it with a knee in the gut and hits a Snap Suplex. Wesley controls a portion of the match after hitting that Snap Suplex on Gwen. He hits a few big moves on both Hunter and Gwen but the two team up to take out Wesley as they hit a double Spear on him. That little hint of teamwork quickly dissolves as Gwen kicks Hunter in the midsection and sets up for a Hysterical. But before she could even hit that Hunter hits a Hunted Down on her. He takes a breather then ciimbs the rope instead of going for the pin. He points to the crowd signaling for the Phoenix Rising. In return they cheer for him. He leaps off the top rope hoping to hit the manuever but Gwen moves out of the way forcing Hunter to awkwardly hit the mat. She goes for the pin. 1 2 3!!!!! Winner: Gwen Massey via pinfall (10:14) ![]() ![]() Our scene opens up at what appears to be a Haunted House; Spider webs, Fake ghost and witches everywhere. Along with a few pumpkins and vampires. Jasmin's favorite time of the year was Halloween, I mean you can dress up as anybody for one day. Cause trouble and raise hell. The camera then zooms in on two blonde woman, Jolee and Jasmin. Yes, Jasmin and Jolee were friends I mean why wouldn't they be? They both have children, they are both single both are extremely gorgeous, um hello? Match made in Heaven, right? Jasmin was dressed up a skeleton, well not really but she had some legging on with bones on them and yellow shirt with a jean vest over it and some yellow heels on. Jolee on the other hand, she went all out. The girl was dressed up as cat-woman. Both girls walked in the haunted house, there were large very old looking pictures on the wall, those pictures being Jolee and Jasmin's opponents. Felicity, Annie and Ashley. Jolee: I'm so scared, Jasmin." Said Jolee as she had a scared expression across her face. She then looked over at Jasmin and started to laugh. Jasmin: I really don't understand what you'd be scared of? Brandon's twin sister? Please. She's the nightmare of nothing. She will forever and always be in Brandon's shadow. She'll never have your own identity you know that right? Was Jasmin right? Maybe. But Jasmin really didn't see Felicity as a big threat as she claimed to be. Brandon pulled her out of that one match right? Exactly. Jasmin and Jolee walk to the next photograph. It was of Annie. Who exactly was this Annie chick anyways? Oh, wait. Didn't she play that Orphan Annie in that silly movie about the homeless girl? You know the one where they were singing? Jasmin: Jolee, what exactly is a Annie? I've never heard of this girl. Like really, I swear I saw her tweet once? But maybe I was imagining it. Jasmin just smirked and moved on to the next photograph. Next was the photo of Ashley. She looked a child? I know, she probably hears this daily, but really? Ya'll gonna let a little child wrestle? Whatever. Jasmin: I feel like I could in trouble for child abuse with this one. But, I'm not gonna treat her any differently, I'm gonna treat her just like Felicity and Annie. Jasmin knew exactly what they all or at least one of them would hold against her. Who Nicco's father was. She didn't exactly lie you know. She didn't know she was pregnant at the time she got back with Brandon. Jolee: They ALL underestimate us you know that Jaz?" Said Jolee as they reached the end of the house. Jasmin knew, wasn't something new to her. People always doubt the blondes. But not this time. You'll see, the blondes will overcome and that's the end of that. ![]() ![]() We open up backstage where we see Gambino standing alongside of Tank and HKW interviewer Selena King. Gambino is trying his hardest to not check out Selena as Tank stands behind his manager with a grin on his face. Selena King: Welcome back ladies and gents! I’m Selena King and with me is one of HKW's newest acquisitions Tank and his manager, Gam-- Gambino stops her, pulling Selena’s hand and the microphone towards his chest. Gambino: …. Gambino. Selena chuckles a bit as Gambino nods his head, turns around, and slaps Tank on the chest to hype him up. Selena King: Well guys… Tonight is the first night you two are actually going to be working together. Before Selena can get another word out, Gambino pulls her arm back towards himself and raises it high enough for the microphone to be right below his lips. Gambino: I know whatchu boudda ask, Selena. You wanna know if me and the big homie Tank can actually put our problems aside, right? She nods as Gambino smirks and looks back at Tank. Gambino: Aye man. Any beef can be put aside when the price is right, ya feel me? Look at Tank yo. Huge as mawfucka with maaaad talent, but the one thing he lacked was a mean streak. A mean streak he lacked until last week. Gambino points at Tank, motioning for him to take over. Looking at Gambino, Tank nods before snatching the microphone out of Selena’s hand. Tank: People are wondering why Tank did what Tank did. Well it’s pretty simple really. Tank got pissed off with stupid mother fuckers not taking Tank seriously. Look at Tank for christ sake, Tank a big man in all departments. Let’s not go there though cause Tank her to tell everyone how shit is. He pauses for a moment as Gambino laughs hysterically. Tank chuckles himself before preparing himself to continue on. Tank: So this beef Tank and Beeno had is in the past, the whole thing that happened to Tyrus was kind of something Beeno helped Tank come up with. Tank could of quite easily of picked anyone but Tank didn’t. Tank picked the strongest looking guy there. See there can only be one strong dude and that’s Tank. Tank is going to go out there and Tank isn’t going to care one bit if Tank hurts Tyrus or Brooke. If Brooke gets involved Tank will quite happily squish Brooke. He passes the microphone back to Selena as Tank stands there smirking. Gambino: That’s right! Gambino looks ahead of him, directly into the camera. Gambino: Ay Brooke! You tryna work in a mans world?! He looks over at Selena and mumbles sorry under his breath before looking back at the camera. Gambino: Well you best be ready to get treated like a man! I’ll smack a bitch up, I ain’t scurred at all! And you Tyrus, bitch ass sucka, you gon’ get yours too! He nods reassuringly waving for Tank to follow him as the duo make their way toward the entryway as Selena stands back. Selena King: Back to you guys. ![]() ![]() 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. 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. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Coming to the ring, from Andalusia, Alabama... accompanied by Brooke Milton... 'The Amazing' Tyrus Mays!!! "Final Prayer" by Hatebreed plays over the sound system, with a few shots of pyro flying into the air. Tank comes out onto the top of the entrance ramp, holding a subway sandwich in one hand and bottle of water in the other hand, wearing nothing but his singlet and ring boots. #TankSmirk "Destruction - in its purest form No limit to the vicious damage done Corruption - injustice with no remorse Heinous disregard, our future's uncertain" Tank methodically walks down the entrance ramp, taking three bites out of his foot-long before it's gone. He then takes a drink from the bottle of water before pounding it down, and then yelps out a battle cry. #TANKSMASH! "But as life comes from the earth It must return to the ash Cleanse ourselves of those vile traits And crawl back from annihilation Worthless We shatter lives Ruthless We decimate the earth" Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, accompanied by Gambino. Standing at 5'11” and weighing in at 300lbs... TANK. He snaps out of his zone, and becomes focused on the task at hand, slamming down at the ring steps before walking up them. He walks midway across and looks at the crowd, pounding his chest over and over again. "Final prayer Final Prayer for the human race, we know our time is running out Millions of people will suffer and die; by the hands of those in power Final prayer Final prayer for the human race You must bow to your knees and repent for the human race" He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner. "Awakened To the blood stained face For a world that can not be changed Forever reminded Of a nightmare that is every passing day" Tank then stretches out as he prepares for the match. Match Five No Holds Barred ![]() ![]() With their managers in their respective corners, The bell rang and the two massive phenoms collided at mid-ring in a huge collar-and-elbow tie-up, neither man being willing to budge. Both men struggled back and forth, fighting for an advantage before Tyrus finally managed to take over on Tank with a huge knee to the gut. He hammered away with clubbing forearms to the back before attempting an Irish whip, only to have Tank reverse it. Tank looked for a shoulderblock, but both men crashed together at a standstill at mid-ring, drawing a pop from the crowd as they stared each other down. Tyrus motioned for Tank to try it again, and Tank cut loose with a #TankSmirk before running into the ropes. The two monsters collided again, with even more force, but neither man went down once more. It was Tank's turn to boast, this time motioning for Tyrus to run the ropes. He did so, and again the men came together with a monstrous collision, neither one of them going down! They stared each other down and both went to run off the ropes...only to have Gambino trip up Tyrus as Brooke did the very same to Tank! Both men hit hard, the managers having done their jobs for the moment. The two monsters clamored up to their feet, meeting at mid-ring to exchange massive right hands back and forth, neither man being willing to give an inch. Tyrus finally managed to gain the upper hand on Tank and went for a power slam, but Tank kicked his legs, reversing his weight and crashing down on top of Tyrus for a quick two count. Tyrus powered out as Tank rolled to his feet, delivering a huge boot to the side of Tyrus' head. Tank pulled Tyrus up, slamming a few heavy forearms of his own in before throwing him to the ropes, sending Tyrus crashing to the mat with a Black Hole Slam. Tank again went for a cover, but Tyrus managed to kick out. Tank shook his head as Gambino shouted advice to him. Tank pulled Tyrus up and sent him into the ropes, looking for a clothesline...but Tyrus ducked, hitting the ropes on the other side and nailing Tank with a huge spear! Tyrus sat up, shaking out the cobwebs before grabbing Tank up, using an incredible feat of strength to lift Tank up and hit him with a massive running powerslam. Tyrus covered, hooking him up tight...but only managed to get a two count. Tyrus again lifted Tank up, trying to put him in F-5 position...but Gambino again grabbed his ankle! Tyrus went to turn his attentions on the manager, allowing Tank to nail him from behind with a huge forearm to the back before twisting him around into a big spinebuster. Tank signalled for the end, picking Tyrus up and planting him with the #TankSmash. Tank went for the cover...only to have Brooke Milton put Tyrus' leg on the bottom rope at the last moment! His eyes bulging out of his head, Tank went to the outside, stalking Brooke around ringside as Tyrus got up dazed in the ring. The official hopped out of the ring, going to get between Tank and Brooke...which allowed Gambino to leap up onto the apron and nail Tyrus right between the eyes with a slapjack! Tyrus went down like a sack of bricks as Tank realized what was going on, quickly sliding back into the ring and crashing down on the unconscious Tyrus with a huge running body splash, hooking his leg for a cover as the referee slid back in to make an inevitable three count. Winner: Tank via pinfall (13:54) ![]() ![]() Still trying to find out where the assistant to the general managers, Adella, could be hiding. Gwen Massey continued her search for the woman who talked so much trash and yet was nowhere to be found. Opening doors and checking in tight places; which she knew Adella couldn't fit as a little comedy for herself. Her recent encounter with a "Brandon Banks" and his words still lingered in her head as she bumped into someone while her mind was trailing off. By the scent, the person was female... but upon looking into the cold eyes of this female, it became apparent that her night was about to become real interesting. The female was a finalist in the HKW World Heavyweight Championship... fatal four way... ladder match and the first person she had lost to in HKW, one stuck up and smug Gia Van Zant. Gwen Massey: Oh shit... Well, I wasn't planning on running into you especially when you are so used to running all over the damn place. I am still baffled at how in the blue hell you made it this far Gia. There must be a God. Gwen said sarcastically as her features changed from a mellow and calm to a more defensive and apprehensive. Both females eyes did not remove their glares from one another as that smug side of the female who beat her started to show through with a smirk... Gia Van Zant: Yeah, you obviously don't see much from down there, do ya, Small Fry? You don't see where you're going and run right into a predator. You don't see me coming and get plowed over and eliminated. Always a little too distracted with other people maybe? First you're too busy looking at Neon, now… well? The hell you want from me? Gia's arms squared on her hips, head tilting to the side.Gwen shook her head and let out a soft sigh before cutting her eyes at her to match the same demeanor that was being given to her. Gwen Massey: You think this is a joke huh? You seriously think that you are a predator huh? Running in circles, catching people off guard and then having your little friend at ringside and distract me? Bitch, seriously? Gia, I swear, your ego is bigger than Brandon's, hands down. Understand, It's not the fact that I didn't see you and I am not one for making excuses. With that being said though, call me small fry one more damn time and I'll show you what the hell was supposed to happen in our match right here and right now. I already fought in my match, you haven't even made it out there... I don't think you are that stupid... well, I can be wrong now. Gwen crossed her arms as she tilted her head to the side and gave Gia a smirk of her own. Gia Van Zant: Think I'm a predator? Know it. And I wait for my spots. You with Neon, ol' boy last week was too distracted making kissyface with his new girlfriend to train properly... I just keep plowing. Yeah, I haven't had my match, more than happy to make you my warmup, Small Fry. One finger extended, shoving at Gwen's shoulder lightly. Gia Van Zant: C'mon. Gwen turned slightly as she lowered her head and nodded it slightly. Fists balled up and ready to give the first blow, she shook her head before looking back at Gia and kneed her in the stomach and grabbed her by the head and went to throw her into the closest wall but with a smart reversal Gwen went back first into it. In slight pain, Gwen felt a barrage of blows by Gia before reversing her and kneeing her in the gut once again getting a little separation between the two... Gwen Massey: Bitch! Do you REALLY want to do this?! Seriously!? Gwen doesn't hesitate this time and goes low taking Gia and herself down onto the ground and the two began to trade blows between the two once again but with more force and with the intent on hurting one another. Security finally getting off their asses and hurries to the scene in a rush. Breaking up the brutal slugfest, pulling the two women apart forcefully. Camera lingers on Gia's bloodied nose, face twisted in pure rage and from there goes onto Gwen's busted lip as she dabs it and tries to break free from the security guards with no avail. Gwen Massey: Bitch! Do NOT think this is over! I will make your night a living hell!!! Gia Van Zant: YOU LITTLE SHIT-- YOU WATCH YOUR BACK! F-- And our view cuts off just in time to interrupt what was probably an f-bomb. ![]() ![]() We cut backstage after the match, with Selena King standing nervously a few feet away from Kai, who seemed to be taping up his right hand and fist. She remembered her encounter with the very intense young wrestler on Defiance I, and was wary of having to interview him again. Sighing, she placed a smile on her face and hesitantly moved closer to him as she began speaking. Selena King: I'm standing by with Kai as he is preparing for his Unsanctioned Handicapped Match in just a few moments, and I hope to at least get a word this time around. Kai ignored her as he continued to tape his hand, and she began speaking. Selena King: Kai, last week Darwin Ridley called you the most dangerous individual on the roster, and offered you a position at his side. Not only did you emphatically turn him down, but you were on the receiving end of a vicious beating at the hands of his followers - She was cut of by the eerily calm, somewhat chilling monotone of Kai, who still had not turned to look at her. Kai: Just ask your question, woman. Selena jumped slightly, not at all expecting Kai to speak at all at any point of this interview. Looking at him cautiously, she did as he asked. Selena King: Okay...um...what are your thoughts on tonight? On your match, I mean. Kai seemingly ignored her for a few moments, finishing taping up his hand as he stared at it silently. After a few moments of silence, Selena's nervousness began increasing by the second as Kai just stood there, not moving a muscle. Finally, he slowly turned to look over at her, his bright green eyes showing no emotion as he spoke very quietly. Kai: Tonight, I feed upon the two unfortunate pawns who chose a false profit to follow. And in due time...that profit will be terminated. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Selena all alone as the camera cut to the ring. ![]() ![]() The arena goes pitch black, dim crimson lights fill flash through the arena. With no theme song playing, the crimson lights become brighter, and One and Two emerge from the back. They make their way down the ramp staring ahead of them, not paying any attention to the crowd. They both slide under the bottom rope into the ring, immediately getting to their feet. They look at each other and bounce off the ropes, slamming into each other and finally waiting for their opponent. "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 and stares across the ring at One and Two. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 Pounds, KAI!!! Match Six Non-Sanctioned ![]() ![]() ![]() Kai's eyes never leave One and Two as the referee calls for the bell and the match gets underway. Kai charges right in at One and Two, taking the fight to them with hard right hands. Kai manages to send One to the outside and turns his full attention to Two. Kai sneaks up behind Two and hits a release German suplex. Without Kai noticing, One sneaks up behind him and bashes him with a discus forearm to the back of the head. The numbers game catches up to Kai as One and Two hits a double suplex and follow it up with a Doomsday device. With Kai right where they want him, One and Two toss him to the outside. One walks over to the commentators station and clears it off as Two sets Kai up in position for a Reverse Suplex through the table! Two lifts Kai up, but Kai manages to bring himself back down and he pushes Two right into the steel post! One grabs a hold of Kai's but Kai quickly fights it off and BOOM! KAI BOMB TO OWN THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The crowd begins a "Holy Shit" chant while Kai turns his attention to One. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go off for a matter of moments and when they come back on, Darwin Ridley is shown alongside his Monster and a battered a bruised Two. Kai and Ridley lock eyes as Ridley sarcastically applauds Kai. Kai lifts up One's lifeless body off the mat and slides him back into the ring. He points at Ridley's direction before he takes down One with another Kai bomb! He makes the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE! Winner: Kai via pinfall (9:56) "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits as the referee raises Kai's arm in the air. Kai looks back over at Ridley who is still sarcastically applauding the Silent Assassin. Kai motions for Ridley and his crew to come to the ring while Ridley laughs and mumbles "Not your time, Kai" under his breath. ![]() ![]() As the scene fades to the backstage a man dressed in fitted grey jeans and long sleeved red and black flannel shirt is seen sitting on top of a crate with his red and black hair tied back into a ponytail. He takes out a small bag with a greenish substance inside. Fans quickly recognize who he is as they see him and begin to cheer. He stops doing what he's doing and smirks. He nods at the familiar sound and begins to break up the green substance onto a small white sheet of paper. In the background a person speaking spanish is heard from down the hallway. The man looks to his right to see who it was and so does the cameraman. Emilio Vialpando is seen walking beside his father. He stops talking as he sees the man on the crate. Emilio Vialpando: Oh shit! Yo ain't you Kai big brother, Syn? From PCW. Aye bruh I'm sorry to hear y'all closed ya doors and shit man y'all really had something going there. Mi y mi papa...Shit LAX sends our condolences bruh. The chuckles as he shakes his head beginning to roll up the small sheet of paper. The Man: No...No I'm not him. But I was there for his last match. He looks up to the two men and places the joint in between his lips. He pulls out a lighter from right pocket and lights it. Luis shakes his head at his son. Luis Vialpando: That's not Syn mejo. That's that dude Flame. He's actually bout the same age, ain't that right? Flame nods as he excell the smoke. Flame: I don't know, maybe...Besides I'm much more cooler than Syn. He takes another hit and shakes his head. Emilio Vialpando: Ah shit, yeah I know you. I still don't get how you the same age as me and... Flame: Already retired? Got further in this business than you? Emilio Vialpando: Yeah...Like man the fuck? Luis Vialpando: Eh, he didn't have it as easy as you 'Milio. Anyways what you doing here? Coming out of retirement? Flame laughs. Flame: Hell no! I'm just here to witness a death, and enjoy every minute of it... Emilio Vialpando: Man Lucia ain't die yet bruh, what you talkin' bout? Flame: Who? Emilio Vialpando: Nobody...Um wait who you talkin' bout? Flame: A friend... He hops off the crate and takes another hit from the joint. Emilio Vialpando: Some friend you are. Flame chuckles and shrugs as he continues his way down the hallway towards the locker room area. Flame: The best... As he turns the corner Emilio scratches his head. Emilio Vialpando: That gringo es muy loco, pa. Luis smirks. Luis Vialpando: Nah, he's just fucked up in the head. Let's go, we got shit to do. Emilio nods and turns towards the way they were originally walking and the scene fades. ![]() ![]() Earlier Today 2:38 PM Sitting in the first row of the Dynasty Spectrum is HKW wrestler Felicity. She stares blankly at the ring and bites down on her lip before she fully leans back on her seat. Felicity: It was right around this time last year that I watched Brandon and Inferno go one in one in one of the goriest matches I've ever seen. It turned my stomach, you know? I couldn't believe someone can actually lose that much blood and still be able to walk. She glances at the camera and smiles. Felicity: Well, they couldn't walk themselves, but they certainly did try. As much as it turned my stomach, it also left me in awe. Seeing two men, one of which was my brother, go through all that damage that they did, and still... Still continue fighting and fighting until one of them couldn't continue any longer. In a way, that amazed me. She shrugs her shoulders turning her attention back toward the ring. Felicity: I could still see it right there in front of me. I remember everything about that match because on that night, I decided that I wanted to be just like them. Not only like Brandon, but like Inferno. Like Camila Martinez and Marc Antoine Davenport. I wanted this. She turns her head and slowly points around the entire arena. Felicity: All of this. I didn't wanna be the person in the first row any longer. I wanted to be apart of the action, and here I am... One year later, getting my feet wet in HKW. So far, it hasn't really been great, but it definitely hasn't been bad either. I took Brytain Montgomery to the limit. I should have beat Alistair Slayde at Defiance two... But that was taken away from me. She licks her lips letting out a relieving sigh. Felicity: This week, I don't need to worry about anything like that happening because this week, I get to do something Brandon wishes he could do... What's that? She smirks and looks directly into the camera. Felicity: I get to kick Jasmin Brisho's head clear off her head... Bang bang. Gun point. Swag. Felicity: See Jazzy baby, I don't hate you for the stunt you pulled. That just added fuel to the fire. Truth of the matter is you're just not a very likable person despite what you may think. I didn't care for your ass since day one. I thought you were nothing more than a conniving skank and lookie here... Looks like I was right. Felicity shrugs her shoulders, laughing at the very thought of her adversaries. Felicity: Don't worry though, boo. I'm not singling you out. I'm gonna slap Jolee's annoying ass up too. See, I don't really like airheads... at all. And the both of you? You are the very definition of airheads... And no, Jolee. I'm not talking about the candy you dumb bitch. She rolls her eyes, getting a bit more comfortable in her chair. Felicity: You two are more concerned with twitter, and supplying as with your unwanted infinite supply of pictures then you are HKW. So you know what? Tonight? I'll do one of you a favor. I'll give you a one way ticket back home so you can go back to doing nothing with your lives. And how am I'm going to do this? Well it's simple. She smiles, looking directly at the camera. Felicity: By bashing your brains in. She looks away from the camera once more, thinking about the third person on the opposite team. Felicity: All of this goes for you too, Ashby. Tonight... Annie, Ashley and myself? We're going to prove that when it comes to the females here in HKW... We're already leaps and bounds ahead of you. Felicity shakes her head and looks at camera. She motions for the cameraman to cut the tape. He obliges as the video turns into a black screen and the camera returns to ringside. ![]() ![]() ![]() 'Warriors of the World United' by Manowar begins to play, and Ashby Cruz steps out pounding her fists together, wearing a white hooded jacket, hood pulled up. She looks out at the crowd, points and nods her head... a smile slowly creeping on her face. She pops the hood back as pyro goes off and she walks to the ring, bumping fists with fans. She climbs into the ring, throws off the jacket and climbs a turnbuckle, pumping a fist into the air. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Liverpool by way of San Diego.... she is the Striking Beauty..... Ashby Cruz! Jolee's music hits as she comes out to the ramp. 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 stretching out both of her legs onto the apron and sliding into the ring. She waves to the crowd and locks eyes with her partner. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Queens, New York. JOLEEEEEE!! "Tell Me My Last Resort" plays over the speakers as Jasmin Briscoe struts out to the top of the ramp. She slinks down and slowly stands back up slightly bent over, winking at a camera before strutting down to the ring. She slowly puts herself between the ropes in a compromising position and then enters, holding up her arms and blowing kisses to all the fans as she waits for the match to start. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And their partner... From Hazlet, New Jersey... JASMIN BRISCOEEEE! The opening of "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm begins playing seconds before Ashley Sullivan pushes the curtain aside to come out onto the stage. She gives a brief smile and wave before running down the ramp to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Before done, she goes to climb a turnbuckle with her hands raised high into the air. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On her way to the ring, weigh in at 110 lbs., Ashley Sullivan! "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, waiting patiently for the match to begin. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Standing in at 5'7 and coming to us from Jersey City, New Jersey. She is self proclaimed Queen B of Hard Knox..... FELLIIICIIITYYYYY!! "Hey motherfuckers!" An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. Without her ever noticing, Ava Adore runs up behind Annie with a steel chair in hands and smashes Annie in the back of the head, sending the youngster rolling down the rest of the ramp! Ava smirks as she looks down at Annie, walking back up the entrance ramp. Match Seven Six Person Tag ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Ashley and Felicity run out of the ring and toward Annie after the vicious attack by Ava Adore. Felicity motions for the trainer to come over and check on Annie as Ashley comforts the young superstar. Once the trainer gets Annie to her feet he escorts Annie to back while Felicity and Ashley look over at their three opponents realizing it's only going to be them two. Both ladies smirk and make their to the ring with Ashley sliding into the ring and starting off with Ashby Cruz. Ding ding ding! Ashby and Ashley exchange blows until Ashby gains momentum. She whips Ashley into the ropes and hits beautiful release german suplex. She follows that by dropping a number on elbows onto Ashley before lifting her up and slamming her back down with a sideslam. With Ashby's back turned, Jasmin Briscoe made the blind tag on her partner, aggravating Ashby a bit. Jasmin holds control of the match until Ashley fought out of a piledriver attempt and hit a reverse STO on Briscoe. Ashley made the tag to Felicity who came in hot, spearing Jasmin right down to the mat, clubbing away on her former sister in law. Felicity went for her patent Scorpio Driver, but Jasmin pushed Felicity off and connected with a rolling Yakuza kick. She tagged Ashby back into the ring, but Felicity kicked up to her feet and hit Ashby with Jumping DDT! Felicity climbed up to the top and went for a diving hurricanrana but Ashby caught her in midair and turned it into a sitout powerbomb! She made the cover. ONE...TWO... THR--NO! Felicity gets her shoulder up. Ashby would continue to keep the match at her pace, hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Felicity when Jolee made the blind tag on Ashby, this time infuriating her. Ashby exchanged a back and forth with Jolee and Jasmin until Felicity hit Jolee with a dropkick that caused her to bump Ashby out of the ring! Ashby looked back toward the ring, shrugged her shoulders and started to walk toward the entrance aisle! Jasmin and Jolee began to scream at their partner to return, but Ashby was having none of it. When Jolee finally turned around, Felicity leapfrogged over her made the tag to Ashley Sullivan! Ashley came in with fists flying, taking Jolee down with clothesline after clothesline. Jasmin tried to make the save, but Felicity came out of nowhere and took her to the outside with a spear. With the action continuing in the ring, Felicity and Jasmin went blow for blow on the outside until Felicity whipped Jasmin into the steel steps. She then set Jasmin's head up against the steel steps and charged in with a low dropkick smashing Jasmin's head off the steel steps! Jasmin was out cold as Felicity remained on her knees, staring at Jasmin with a distant look in her eyes. Back in the ring, Jolee and Ashley were both down after taking one another out with a double clothesline. Suddenly, the audience inside the Dynasty Spectrum explode as Annie Zellor is seen limping her way down the ramp, hopping onto the apron and pleading for the tag. Ashley and Jolee both get to their feet and Jolee charges in but Ashley hits a drop toehold causing Jolee to land in between the top and middle rope. Ashley tags Annie in who hits her patent Rough 'n' Tumble and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE! Winners: Ashley Sullivan, Felicity and Annie Zellor via pinfall (13:11) 'Polo Club' by Greenskeepers plays over the PA system as Annie and Ashley celebrate their victory inside the ring. Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, Felicity is still down on her knees, staring at a unconscious Jasmin Briscoe who's being tended to by trainers and medics. Annie and Ashley slide out of the ring, nudging Felicity on her shoulder, taking her out of her zone. Felicity just now realizes her team won the match as a wide grin appears on her face and she hugs Annie and Ashley. The trio take one final look at Jasmin and Jolee before raising their arms in the air and playing with the crowd until Defiance goes to commercial. ![]() ![]() Backstage we see Selena King standing by as Annie Zellor limps into view; she’s hurting from both the attack by Ava Adore and the match which she just won for her team. Selena King: Annie, can I get a word with you about what just happened? Annie Zellor: Okay. She says, wincing in pain. Annie tries to smile, putting on a brave front for the cameras, but she looks like she’s about to cry. He bottom lip quivers as she speaks. Selena King: Firstly, congratulations on picking up the winning in the six person tag match. Annie Zellor: Thaaaaanks, Selena. Selena King: But how do you feel about Ava’s attack on you before the match? Annie Zellor: Well… There’s a brief pause as Annie pouts, her bottom lip extended out, quivering all the while. Annie Zellor: I’m soooo angry right now, ‘cause all I wanted to do tonight was go out there and wrestle, and put on a show for the fans, and I couldn’t do it! Whyyyyy?! ‘Cause Ava is such a meanie she has to attack me before the match. So I couldn’t wrestle and I couldn’t put on a show for the fans like I reaaaally wanted to! Annie stomps in anger. Annie Zellor: That’s soooo not gonna happen again and do you know why? Selena King: No, why? Annie Zellor: ‘Cause I’ve had just about enough of you, Ava. You wanna push me around and spill my frappuccino on me and say that I should be playing in the sandbox, then you go ahead and you do that. But I know I can kick your ass, Ava. I can. So what I’m gonna say is that I challenge you to a match on the next Defiance so we can settle this. You and me, Ava, whaddya say?! The medical personnel arrive to check on Annie again as they escort her away, the show returns back to ringside. ![]() ![]() We see Brandon Banks already in his ring gear standing outside of his locker room with a short haired brunette. As the camera crew arrives, neither Brandon or the woman he's talking to notice the crew behind them as we listen in on the conversation. Brandon Banks: I just can't be doin' that shit every single show, you know? Fuck, I know I shouldn't be and I know I'm just pissin' her off, but man. He pauses and looks the other way. Brandon Banks: I can't help it. I'm not used to being in a position where I see my sister gettin' hurt and I can't do anything about it. That's why I think it'd be perfect if you... Suddenly, Banks notices the camera crew. His demeanor quickly changes as he approaches the camera man, putting his hand over the lens. Brandon Banks: Private convo here, bruh. Get the fuck outta here before I slap the taste out your mouth. The person holding the camera staggers back, obviously pushed away by Banks. They try to see who the female is that Banks' is talking to, but once the camera crew gets back into position, Banks and the mystery woman are gone as we go to ringside.
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![]() ![]() ![]() An exhausted, gassed and ecstatic Scandalous Tony emerges backstage through the curtain with his decorated title in hand. Referee Randy The Pilot trails behind Sunshine patting him on the back as FBG Duck's "Look At Me" is fading out along with the boos from the crowd. Suddenly, backstage correspondent Selena King vastly approached the men with a microphone in hand and a cameraman following behind. Selena King: Tony!! Randy The Pilot: Whoa whoa whoa. It's Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. When you approach Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine, you address him with 2 out of 4 of those names. Any combination is acceptable except for "Tony Carmine". Selena King: Oh......k...? Randy The Pilot: So try again, and if he isn't already too annoyed, he may respond. Scandalous stands there dripping in sweat blowing kisses into the camera as Randy goes back and forth with Selena. He lifts his Sunshine belt and throws it over his shoulders. Selena King: Scandalous Tony... Carmine snaps to attention. Scandalous Tony: Yes sweetie? Selena King: Obviously there's some controversy surrounding your..."title defense" is there some kind of alliance between you and the referee right here Randy The Pilot? Scandalous Tony: Selena...Selena...of course there is an alliance, are you that stupid? Where the fuck do they get hos like you anyways? You look like you wanna work for me. Selena King: Excuse me? I am NOT a h--- Scandalous Tony: No one asked you shit bitch, now step aside and give us and the cameraman some alone time, thotiana swerve. Randy waves Selena off who was already storming away with an attitude. The men turn their attention the camera. Scandalous Tony: You see that people? That's how you get things done. Successful title defense because Prince McBareback was too soft to fuck with me. There seems to be some sort of a misconception around here that just because I'm pretty, I'm prissy. Have you ever met the baddest, sexiest, most dynamic muthafucka? Well that guy probably knows and looks up to me. I'll break your hand then go get a mani pedi. Randy The Pilot: We doin' wild gymnastics over here. I'm the best referee of all time. Scandalous Tony: And I just proved why I'm the hottest thing smokin' in HKW right now. I'm already the first legend-to-be. As a matter of fact, whoever wins the main event tonight better be watching this. Because now that I've earned my own creation, It's only right that I'm the first contender for the Heavyweight title...I-- A voice interrupts Carmine from afar. ???: I think you meant to say "It's only Natural." The camera swifts to the left to find KuccI Mane Kuwop (formerly known as Kenny Kasual) walking over towards Randy and Sunshine clapping his hands. He's accompanied by a larger man of extreme athletic build. Kuwop's dressed with his signature Ralph Lauren Polo and khaki with Sperry outfit. The larger man is well groomed, dressed in a black leather jacket and slacks. Kuwop: Ayo don't look at me, look at Scandy homie. The camera shifts back to Sunshine who gives out a smirk at the site of his boys. All four gather together as Kenny pats Tony on the back and plucks Randy The Pilot in the ear. The other guy also plucks Randy. Scandalous Tony: As I was saying, #RicHomiez is a movement, and everyone is in their position playing their role. Now I'm looking at my future, and since they call me Sunshine, you can assume that it's bright. I see me being the first Hard Knox Wrestling Undisputed Heavyweight Champion. And that's no palm reading that's inevitable reality. Kuwop: That's how we do this shit man. It's Kuwop Kucci Kasanova with my squad you know how we rockin'. See a opp, whack a opp. #RicHomieZhit. Kuwop let his lil homies come down here and fuck shit up while he waits for PDW to get crackin again. Parental Advisory....look Scandy Imma let you finish but lemme say this. It don't matter who it is. Usuals, you already know the drill with me. I'm too ready. I'm too focused. Stay in tuned. We got shit for ya'll man...forreal. The larger man gives a cough. Scandalous Tony: Oh this right here is one of The Italian Totally Stallions. Nick Dannon the enforcer. Look out for brodie comin up. Nick Dannon: Mi piace conoscerti. Scandalous Tony: English. Nick Dannon: Don't be mad because you're Sicilian. Randy The Pilot: Oooohh...... Kuwop: Aye man ya'll thru? I need a blunt. The men start to walk away from the camera and continue to talk as the scene fades. Scandalous Tony: Koo you got rollup? Kuwop: I think I got one swisher left in that pack on the jet. Gimme the keys Randy. ![]() ![]() 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 the ring, a silent smirk on his face. He jaws something inaudible while eyeing the steel steps in the corner, his body moving with a purpose. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, from McKinney, Texas, weighing in at 214 pounds... ALISTAIR SLAYDEEEE! Alistair makes his way up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes, another silent smirk the crowd's way as they continue to boo, Alistair giving little thought to the match ahead. Beginning to crack his neck and his knuckles, he starts to ready himself by loosening up his joints before the opening bell finally rings. 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. 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. 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. Match Eight No Holds Barred ![]() ![]() This match got ugly quick as Alistair and D-Evil went shot for shot until D-Evil sent Alistair out of the ring with a Gorilla Press Slam. D-Evil followed Alistair out of the ring and grabbed a kendo stick from beneath the ring and waited for Alistair to turn around. Once he did, D-Evil swung with the kendo stick but Alistair ducked underneath it and connected with a European uppercut, followed by a snap DDT. The match stayed on the outside as Alistair grabbed the Kendo stick and swung away at D-Evil until the kendo stick shattered into pieces. Alistair grabbed a steal chair and tried to take D-Evil's head off, but D-Evil booted the chair back into Alistair's face, busting him wide open. With Alistair down, D-Evil started to throw countless chairs into the ring before sliding Alistair back in. D-Evil set the chairs in position and looked to hit the Reckoning on Alistair, but Alistair slipped out of it and connected with an arm breaker and followed it with a shoulder breaker! He makes the cover.. ONE...TWO...THR--NO! D-Evil kicks out. Alistair continued to work on D-Evil's arm with various submissions. Alistair grabbed a chair and wrapped it around D-Evil's arm. Alistair climbed up to the top rope but D-Evil scurried to his feet, grabbed the chair, and blasted Alistair square in the head! D-Evil lifted Alistair's lifeless body of the mat and SLAMMED Alistair down with the Backdraft on a chair. ONE...TWO...THREE. Winner: D-Evil via pinfall (12:47) ![]() ![]() Gwen: That little bitch.. how can something so "heinous" be able to run and hide so damn quickly? Gwen asked herself as she searched around the backstage area. Having already checked the locker rooms and the rest area there was one place she had not thought about.. Gwen: "The MAN.." Making a beeline straight for the door, she forcefully opens the door only to see one Brandon Banks sitting there probably playing a silly game on his phone or something but no Adella. She took a deep breath as their eyes met. Gwen: Brandon, sorry about the door but have you seen that whale Adella around here? I swore up and down she said she was going to be here tonight!? Somewhat surprised, Brandon drops his phone onto his lap, spooked by Gwen's arrival. Brandon Banks: God damn, Gwen. You scared the hell outta me. Sporting his ring gear, Brandon lets out a relieving sigh, clearly anxious over his upcoming match with Michael Myers. Brandon Banks: Nah, no Adella here. He points his finger around the room. Brandon Banks: I ain't allowing no Adella into my locker room. I'm scared eno-... Tryna get myself hype. Adella's face depresses me and I don't need that right now. He shakes his head. Brandon Banks: Can't believe something like that was created. He shrugs his shoulders, pulling up his kick pads up to his knees. Brandon Banks: Why you even wasting your time on her? She's kinda, I don't know... I don't wanna be mean, but... Forget it. Pacing around Brandon's locker room a little annoyed that Adella was not there but also a little amused to see that even the "mightiest" have their own fears they have to deal with. Her eyes never leaving his, tilting her head before she even comment on anything he said.. Gwen: Michael.. Myers? Like Halloween Mike Myers? One of the most real killers in the game? That one guy who walks up on you and no matter how much you run he STILL finds a way to make shit happen? That Michael Myers is the one you are afraid of? She asked the question aloud just to make sure the two of them were on the same page. Placing one hand in her jacket pocket she rose her eyebrow at him before shaking her head knowing that she ran into a big guy with a messed up masking opening doors on the way her. Gwen: Whatever.. Brandon, I mean I ask the same question about why she was even created but that is neither here nor there. I hate people who talk shit and cannot back it up. She claims that she is going to get rid of me. Seriously? I mean, I am the rebel for fuck sakes! Does she not know I feed off of shit like that!? You might feel like I am wasting my time BUT I feel like those who step to me need to back it up. You all gave me Neon last week. I have another person who I need to exchange words with but she's busy in that damn HKW World Heavyweight Championship ladder match! Damn it Brandon, you and I both know I should be there and not her! Gwen said to him kicking the door and cut her eyes towards him.. Gwen: This shit is for the birds ha.. She did not remove her glare off of the man who stood there probably in a different place worried about his match against someone who in fact, cannot not die and has not been defeated.. ever. BB: Well damn. Holy crap. You feel that strongly about all that? He smirks, standing up from the bench, grabbing a bottle of water from the locker. BB: Gwen, see. I don't know. You do this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk... And yet, I haven't really seen you make much of a statement. Like, what the hell? What the hell are you waiting for? You think slapping Adella around is gonna make people say well damn... That Gwen Massey, bruh. She'll definitely be killin' it in PDW soon. He shakes his head, taking a sip from his bottle of water. BB: Nah. That ain't gon' do shit. I get there's a principle behind it, but still. You should be more focused about that second thing you mentioned. That certain person in the main event. The main event YOU could have been in. Stepping towards Brandon, Gwen gets in his face and slaps the water bottle out of his hand and she looks directly at him breathing heavily Gwen: Seriously? All I do is talk huh? You think that I am waiting for some sign that tells me when to act? When to move and do what is needed to make myself seen? Brandon, you know NOTHING about me! Yeah, if I hit Adella with the "Final Option" it would be make me feel good! She turns her back to him as she slowly walks away from him to calm her nerves slightly. Turning around slightly, she softly smiled at him and tapped her lips with her index fingers Gwen: My focus huh? Yeah, I should be in the main event, I should be inches away from the HKW World Heavyweight Champions and yet.. I was distracted. Well, to hell with that shit. I know what I need to do now. I am not all talk Brandon, I have nothing to prove to you or Adella.. but I will show you what I am about and show you WHY i am the best at what I do.. and that's steal the show.. literally.. Hands down.. Brandon rolls his eyes, swirling his finger around in the air. BB: Blah blah blah. Yippy yaba daba doo. What's that invisible friend? Brandon holds out his ear, ducking his a little, acting as if someone was talking to him. BB: Yep. Sounds like more talk to me too. He throws his arms out, clearly finished playing around. BB: Damn it, Gwen. Why you make it sound like I'm against you or somethin? I'm only tellin' you how I, and most people see things. You wanna make a damn statement? Brandon takes his phone out of his pocket, tapping the screen and showing it to Gwen. BB: Got maaaaad time left in the show. Go make a damn statement and do all those things you say you're capable of doing. I want you to. I want all y'all H K Dubers to succeed. The fuck. I ain't against y'all. Crossing her arms, she smirked at his words, not seeing them in a sense of provoking her but as a challenge. Nodding her head she picked up his water bottle and handed it to him with a smile on her features Gwen: Honestly, I intend on making the statement.. trust me and everyone here will know their place when it comes to me. Oh, and by the way.. I hope you make it to see tomorrow. Michael Myers is seriously looking for you though. Hell, he seemed pretty nice to me, even gave me a flower.Mike also told me to tell you that he wants to see you before the match so he can talk to you about a few things. Laughing at what he could honestly say to Brandon.. BB: ..... I'ma need you to leave now, Gwen. And let em know I'm comin' for his ass! He sits back down on the bench, pretending to text away on his phone. BB: Just not right now. Raises her eyebrow and she muttered something under her breathe as she placed the hood from her jacket. Looking back and knowing that he was not texting she sighed and walked out the room and screamed "Michael Myers, he's over here!" before cutting her eyes and chucking up the deuces at him and walked in a different direction. ![]() ![]() Brian Mason: Up next we have our PDW vs HKW lumberjack match! Mark TANGO: Yep. And we've got to go. Try not to ruin this match too much, ok? Brian can be heard grumbling as we hear two headsets being taken off and dropped on the table as we see Tango and Maddison make their way towards the ring but stand right outside of it with the 7 other superstars who chose to be part of this match. Jackson Strong, Rae Valentine, Annie Zellor, Kasey Fontaine, Hunter Werth, Gwendolyn Massey, Felicity Banks, and the two commentators. They all either speak with each other or look up at the ramp. Brian Mason: This is certainly going to be an interesting match. "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play throughout the arena as Tanner Sands makes his way through the curtain and makes a beeline for the ring, not caring for his surroundings as all as the audience boos him. Before he can enter the ring, Hunter Werth and Felicity Banks stand in his way, but they reluctantly move out of the way. This allows Tanner to slide into the ring and immediately head over to his corner. Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a Proving Grounds Lumberjack match! Introducing first, representing HKW, from Cincinnati, Ohio; weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS! Brian Mason: Sands is looking to make a shocking statement here tonight and possibly get himself a spot on the PDW roster. As Tanner's theme fades out, "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah begins to play and out through the curtains comes Zack Jones, dressed in white trunks, white boots, wearing white wrist tape and wearing his white with gold lining jacket. He has a big smirk on his face as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, some of the front row fans already chanting his name. He slaps hands with a couple of people as he makes his way down the ramp, any look of seriousness not visible upon his face. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, representing PDW, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 188 pounds, he is one half of Team DLC, ZACK JONESSSSSSSSSS! Brian Mason: And Jones is looking to just teach Tanner Sands a lesson. As Zack makes his to the bottom of the ramp, the people standing in his way quickly move out to allow him to pass, but he just reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pair of pink sunglasses, which he hands to Felicity. As he makes his way over to the steps, Zack pats Hunter on the back and nods his head at a few of the other lumberjacks, like Gwendolyn Massey and Mark Tango. Zack makes his way up the steel steps and climbs the nearby top turnbuckle before front flipping off of it and landing on his feet. He removes his jacket and folds it up as he hands it to the ref, only for Tanner to come rushing out of his corner and blindside Zack, knocking him down to the mat. The ref quickly calls for the bell. Match Nine Lumberjack Match ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Tanner immediately begins to go on the attack, jumping on top of the smaller man and driving lefts and rights right onto his cranium. But the hits don't last for long as Zack manages to block a left before delivering a headbutt that sends Tanner reeling backwards. Zack is quick on his feet and when Tanner makes another move towards him, Zack leaps up and connects with a dropkick to the chest of Tanner, sending Tanner down onto the mat and rolling out of the ring. Jackson goes to do his job and toss Tanner back in the ring, but Tanner punches him in the gut before planting him with a DDT on the mat. As soon as Tanner gets up, Maddison grabs him from behind and tosses him into the ring, where he gets to a knee before Zack runs forward, leaps up, and plants him with a fame asser. Tanner rolls out of the ring once more and Tango goes to grab him, but he shoves Tango. Tango looks at Sands with bewilderment, but when Sands begins to swear at him, calling him a C- commentator on top of all of that (oh, no he didn't), Tango chuckles. Then, in a split second, Tango raises his leg up and spins around, connecting with a jaw breaking roundhouse kick before yelling out the word "roundhouse". As Tango raises his arms up in the air, acting as if he was victorious in his annual bacon cooking contest, Annie Zellor and Kasey Fontaine grab Sands and roll him back into the ring. Sands has absolutely no idea where he is at as he holds his jaw with his right hand as he gets up to both feet before Jones runs forward and gets him with a hurricarana that sends him flying. Jones quickly makes his way towards the ropes Sands ends up facing once getting to his feet, jumps on them, and spins around, hooking Tanner's head and planting him with a Springboard DDT. Zack isn't done yet though as he gets to his feet, heads off the nearby ropes, jumps on them, and backflips, landing right on top of Tanner with a Lionsault! The audience is on full on cheer mode as Zack begins to take a couple of steps away, measuring up Tanner and looking to connect with that Tilt-A-Whirl, but Tanner uses his small experience in this sport to roll out of the ring, causing the audience to begin booing. He doesn't stay out there for long though cause as he turns around he begins to yell at Felicity, only for Hunter to grab Tanner by the head and slam it on the apron before rolling him into the ring, right into Zack's vicinity. Tanner gets to his feet and Zack rushes forward, hooking his neck and bringing him down with a Tilt-A-Whirl. The audience explodes in cheers as Zack gets to his feet, looks at the motionless Tanner, then look at the nearby corner, pointing to the top turnbuckle. The audience and most of the lumberjacks cheer for Zack to go to the top and he does not hesitate. With one single leap he makes it to the top turnbuckle, stands up and points up at the sky, then flips off, backflipping in the air before landing right on top of Tanner with the Equalizer! Jones hooks both legs as the audience counts along. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Winner via pinfall Zack Jones (11:11) Zack stands up and has his arm raised as he stares down at the laid out Tanner, who seems to now have a chipped tooth. Brian Mason: What an impressive victory by Zack Jones! Once Zack got on a roll, Tanner could not stop him.Not to mention that Tanner wouldn't stop running his mouth. We see Tango and Maddison make their way back over to the announce table and put their headsets on as Zack kneels down next to Tanner, a smirk on his face. Mark TANGO: TANGO ROUNDHOUSE KICK WAS THE DIFFERENCE MAKER HERE TONIGHT! Maddison Hawthorne: Yes, definitely that. Maddison rolls her eyes before chuckling to herself. In the ring, Zack heads out into the audience and begins to high five different fans and even sign autographs before the shot is turned back to the announcers. Brian Mason: Regardless of any of that, Zack Jones basically destroyed Tanner Sands tonight. Mark TANGO: WITH AN ASSIST BY MARK TANGO! GET IT RIGHT, BRIAN! ![]() ![]() Two voices are heard speaking as the scene fades into the backstage area. They echo a bit as the camera goes around a corner. As it gets around the corner father and son, Luis and Emilio Vialpando are seen standing next to a couple vending machines. Emilio is seen grabbing a gatorade bottle from out of one of the vending machines laughing. Emilio Vialpando: Papa, tu muy loco! You mean to tell me Uncle Vaz was cryin' like a lil puta when Carmella was born? Luis leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed chuckles. Luis Vialpando: Versas hijo, versas! Luis clears his throat a bit as he looks at son. Luis Vialpando: You up for this? Your first championship match...First of many I think. Emilio twists the bottle cap back on and looks over to his father and nods. Emilio Vialpando: Yeah...Yeah I'm ready. Ready to knock an annoying bitches teeth in and shut a few people up who been underestimating me. Luis nods and stands up straight off of the wall. Luis Vialpando: Don't listen to these people who would try anything to hype themselves up. You have people in your corner. You have you familia in your corner. You have some of those who you have defeated in your corner and seasoned vets who are still in this business that believe that you could win and be the first ever HKW Champion. Emilio Vialpando: Yeah I know pa...I just don't wanna let anyone down you know? I don't wanna let you guys down or my fans. Told em I was doing this for the underdogs and for those who were overlooked. And I don't want these stupid mother... Luis holds up a hand. Luis Vialpando: I know, I know pequeno. You're not...Win or lose you're not gonna let anyone down. Look at how far you have came 'Milio. You've proved a lot of people wrong and you're gonna continue to do that. Emilio nods and looks down to the floor. Emilio Vialpando: Yeah you right... Luis chuckles as he begins to walk down the hallway. Luis Vialpando: No shit. Emilio looks up with and eyebrow raised. Emilio Vialpando: Ayo, you getting too confident old man! Wait, yo where you going?! The scene fades as Emilio jogs following his father. ![]() The scene opens backstage with RED standing outside Risky's office. He looks around searching for someone until he sees a cameraman. He points to him. RED: HEY! HEY YOU! GET OVER HERE! The cameraman rushes over to him a bit intimidated by him. RED: MY DUDE LONDON BRIDGES FELL IN YO BITCH POND GOT SOMETHING TO ANNOUNCE TO THE FOLKS WITH THE HOMIE BALTO RISKO. GET IN THERE. The cameraman nods and there is a big chair turned towards of poster of Minka Paxton. In the background you can hear whispering. Lyle Risky: You see mommy boy? She bad as fuck ain't she? Yeah I know...I be in that. Yeah bruh, I been INNNNNNNNN that! He turns the chair and sees the cameraman. Fans begin to cheer for him as they see him. He smiles and pets the puppy behind the ears. He waves in the cameraman. Lyle Risky: Come in! Come in! Riskodamous gotta story to tell. Call that HASHTAG STORY TIME WITH RISKODAMOUS HASHTAG RISKY PRODUCTIONS! The cameraman zooms into Risky. Lyle Risky: Once upon a time a bitch pissed off another bitch. The other bitch retaliated and the other one suffered. Some shots been fired and bitches be heated. Long story short, I been noticing this shit goin' on. So at D4...Annie vs. Ava. Boom! There! Winner gets a life time supply of tampons and condoms....Nah I'm kiddin'. Fans begin to cheer as they have been waiting to see that match. Risky holds up a finger and wags it. Lyle Risky: Hold on y'all that ain't all. Also at D4 we gonna be crowning another champion or two here in HKW...Tag Champs that is. He smirks as the fans begin to go wild. Lyle Risky: And that ladies and gentlemen...Was a Risky Production. Now shew shew, I got a show to run. RED! RED! Show this foo' out! RED comes in the office and grabs the cameraman and tosses him out. The scene begins to fade as RED crosses his arms and the puppy barks. ![]() ![]() The arena goes completely dark as the crowd begins to clap with the beat. The sound of thunder and lightning overpowers the noise of the crowd, while "Blow Up" by J Cole plays over the PA system. The fans suddenly start to feel water come down onto them, almost like it was raining in the building. Forty seconds into the song, a yellow smoke begins to pour out of the ground and a gold triangle appears on the Platinumtron. Haa, bitch I'm about to blow up! A dim spotlight fills up shines over the top of the entrance ramp as Brandon Banks slowly comes out the curtain, stopping just as soon as he's visible, with a zippered up sweatshirt on and the hood over his head. He walks into the spotlight and looks down toward the ring, then turns his attention the crowd and slowly begins to take a few steps on the ramp with his arms extended to the side and palms open. He walks from one side of the ramp to the other, screaming 'Who's the motherfuckin man?!!' at each end. He finally unzips his sweatshirt, showing off the Prodigy championship buckled around his waist.[/i] Banks smirks at the crowd, feeding the energy from their cheers and jeers. He continues walking down the ramp with his arms out to his sides. He stops mid-ramp and yells out into the crowd once again before he raises his arms in the air and soaks up the cheers and jeers. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introdcing first... From Jersey City, New Jersey. He is the PDW Prodigy champion... BRANDONNNN BANKSSSSS!! He walks up the staircase and walks toward the middle of the apron keeping his arms in the air the entire time. He follows by him climbing to the top rope, and throwing up the 'roc' with his hans before yelling out 'Who's the motherfuckin man?!' as the crowd explodes. He looks around the arena before unhooking the Prodigy championship, and raising it high in the air with his right arm with a smug grin appearing on his face. He jumps into the ring and tosses the title around his shoulder, lowering the hood from his head. He walks toward the far side corner, taking a seat with his back up against the turnbuckle, resting the championship around his shoulder and simply waits for the match to begin looking calm and uninterested. The lights go out, the Halloween theme song by John Carpenter hits the sounds system, lights begin flashing, and out comes Michael Myers to a mixed reaction. He slowly makes his way to the ring, half way there he looks at a fan in the front role, and tilts his head, he then continues walking toward the ring. Just as Myers looks to get on the apron, Banks comes flying out of the ring with a suicide dive! But Myers catches Brandon by his throat and tosses him into the steel steps! Banks is already writhing in pain as Myers grabs a handful of his hair then grabs him by the throat once again. Myers continues to choke the life out of Banks before tossing him over the barricade and into the audience! Myers admires his handy work only for a moment until he notices Banks getting back to his feet. Myers hops over the barricade and once Brandon notices he hightails around the audience and ends up near the commentators table. He jumps over the barricade and grabs Mark Tango's iPad out of his hands and smashes it across Myers face! Pieces of the iPad fly all over the place, but it barely effects Michael. Banks flips the horror icon off and slides into the ring, demanding for the referee to ring the bell just as Myers stands onto the apron. Match Ten Proving Grounds ![]() ![]() Ding ding ding! With the match officially underway Banks taunts Myers, telling him to come into the ring. Myers steps over the top rope with ease but Banks kicks the rope just as Myers gets his leg over. Banks measures Myers and hits a triangle dropkick that sends Myers out of the ring. Banks climbs up to the top rope and flies off with a crossbody but Myers catches him and drives Banks spine first into the ring post. He does the three more times before he slides Banks back into the ring and follows him in. Myers controlled the entire mid portion of the match working on Banks spine for the most part, never once going for the pin. Myers hits a huge chokeslam on Banks and simply stared at him before grabbing a handful of hair and lifting him to his feet. Myers wrapped both of his hands off Banks throat but Banks got out by poking Myers in the eye and then hopped on his back to apply a sleeper hold! He got Myers down to one knee before Michael flipped Brandon off of his back and dropped three repeated legdrops on the PDW Prodigy champion. Banks continued to take a pounding from the "Boogeyman" until Myers went for a Military Press Slam but Banks slid out of it and connected with a Bank Shot to the back of Myers head that sent him into the ropes! Banks then charged in and connecting with a jumping calf kick that sent both men out of the ring![/i] The referee begins his ten count as Banks pounds away at Myers face finally staggering the big man a bit. The referees count is up to three as Banks tries to whip Myers into the barricade, but Myers holds his weight down preventing it from happening. Banks charges in on Myers and spears him into the ring post getting the man down to one knee! "Seven!" Banks hears the referees count and goes to hit a low angle Bank Shot on Myers but Myers catches Banks foot! "Eight!" Brandon panics as Myers continues to hold onto his leg. Brandon swings but his arms can't reach Myers. The Prodigy champion grabs a hold of the ropes and leans his back against the apron, using his other foot to push Myers off and sending him into the barricade! "Nine!" Banks slides back into the ring and scurries to his feet as Michael takes his time getting to the ring and attempting to slide in before the count of ten.... But Banks hits a baseball slidekick dropkick on Myers before he can get in the ring! "Ten!" The referee calls for the bell as we see Michael Myers outside the ring and Brandon inside with a wide grin on his face. Winner via count out - Brandon Banks (10:24) "Blow Up" plays over the PA as the audience in attendance explode. Banks looks as if he's shocked while Myers climbs onto the apron and stares down at the Prodigy champ. Myers steps over the top rope but Banks crawls out of the ring, rips his championship away from timekeeper and hightails through the crowd holding the Prodigy title high in the air. Myers looks on, tilting his head to the side while Banks one final peek over his shoulder, shrugging his shoulders. ![]() ![]() We cut to the backstage area, amidst the hustle and bustle of stagehands preparing for the next segment of the show. Cain Morgan is sitting against the wall, dressed to wrestle, a towel draped over his head, his hands steepled together under his chin. Cain Morgan: A moment is just an opportunity, waiting to happen. Someone once told me that. It sounds pretty ridiculous, doesn't it? Like something you'd see on one of those motivational posters. It took me a long time...a long, long time...To realize just how true that statement is. Cain sighs, leaning back as he cracks his knuckles, adjusting the gloves on either hand. Cain Morgan: Every moment is just that. An opportunity. An opportunity for someone, somewhere, to do something great. To do something monumental. A chance to do something that no one else in the world has ever done...That a lot of people never even dreamed of. Some people claim their opportunities....make the most of their moments. Others don't. Others fail completely, or miss their chance...And never get another one. Cain stands up, looking down the hall, toward the path leading up to the entryway. Cain Morgan: Tonight...is my opportunity. My moment. There may never be another one like it. Four of us are walking into the Lion's Den. Ladders. Tables. Chairs. Pure chaos. All for one thing, and one thing only...The chance to be called a Champion. This night, right now? This is my moment. And I'm going to make the most of it. With that, Cain throws the towel aside, walking away...heading toward the ring, and the future. ![]()
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![]() ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following contest is the Hard Knox Ladder match for the HKW Championship! 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, NV... AVA ADORE! 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. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; currently residing in Hollywood, California... Gia Van Zant! “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. 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. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Coming to the ring, weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, Cain Morgan. 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 everytime 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 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 Sadee Sanderson McLean: Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!! 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. Main Event Hard Knox Ladder Match ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() With all four participants in the ring, each of them look around at the shopping carts outside the ring filled with weapons. Referee Carl Robinson points up at the HKW Championship hanging high in the air as all four competitors look up while Robinson calls for the bell. DING DING DING. The match starts off with Cain and Emilio pairing off while Ava and Gia go at it. Cain is taking it to Emilio, hitting him with rights and lifts and finally slamming him down with a scoop slam. He stomps down on his head before lifting him back up only for Emilio to rake his eyes and push him in the corner. Meanwhile, Ava and Gia are already on the outside of the ring, both of them at different shopping carts. Gia grabs a bat while Ava grabs a fluorescent light tube. Ava and Gia make their way around the ring to one another and look like they're about to have a sword fight with their respective weapons. Suddenly, Gia swings with her baseball bat and smashes the light tube, exploding it into thousands of little pieces. Some of which cut up Ava's hand. Gia swings the baseball bat wildly once again but Ava ducks underneath it and hits a Russian Legsweep on Gia using the baseball bat against her. Back in the ring, Emilio has Cain set up on the top rope and hits a Super Hurricanrana! Cain is down as Emilio slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder. Ava notices this and as Emilio slides the ladder into the ring, Ava grabs a steel chain, wraps it around her hands and decks Emilio in the back of the head, knocking the young stud out for the time being. With all three competitors down, Ava slides into the ring and sets the ladder up in position. She gets midway up the ladder but Gia slides into the ring, rips Ava off of the ladder and hits her with a running high knee strike and followed it with a Saito suplex. Emilio and Cain both start inching to their feet. Gia notices and grabs the steel chain Ava brought to the ring. She swings it around the air in a circle, barely grazing Cain who slides out of the ring to evade it. Gia smiles and climbs the ladder, swinging the chain in the direction of either Cain or Emilio as they try to get in the ring. Gia's only inches away from grabbing the championship, but Emilio and Cain slide into the ring at the same time and push the ladder away!... But Gia lands on her feet and swings the chain at Emilio connecting with his jaw. Cain shoots in and tackles Gia down and locks her in a Anaconda Vice! Gia taps instantly but Cain doesn't ease off the pressure. Ava finally gets back to her feet and sees Cain occupied with Gia while Emilio's on the outside. She scurries up the ladder but Cain notices and releases the Vice from Gia and climbs up the ladder with Ava. Both competitors are at the tippy top trying to knock the other off until Emilio springboards in and dropkicks the ladder out from underneath Cain and Ava causing them to crash and burn. Noticing all three competitors down Emilio sits up in the middle of the mat and looks around taking bit by bit in of the carnage that has been done. He looks back up to the championship belt with determination in his eyes. He gets up to his feet and begins to set up the ladder underneath the championship belt. He then looks down to see Gia starting to get up holding her neck. He looks around and the chain on the ground next to her. He rushes over and grabbed the chain to wrap the chain around her neck. He begins to pull up up while choking her with the chain. He then drags her over to a rope and ties the chain around. Gia begins to struggle to breathe as Emilio smirks pleased with his doing. He then sprints over to the top rope hopping off it with one leg and hitting her with a Zig Zag that only snaps Gia back and over the rope as the chain comes untied sending her down to the mat. Coming back to Cain and Ava outside the ring begin to trade blows until Ava begins to get the upperhand. She goes to throw him into a barricade but Cain quickly reverses and instead sends her flying into the steel steps! He begins to slowly walk towards her and picks up a led pipe on the way over. He pats it on his hands and goes for a strike but luckily Ava notices him going for a hit and sidekicks him in the gut. Cain backs up a little holding his stomach as Ava climbs up to her feet with the assistance of the steel steps. She grunts and sprints over to Cain and hits a Swinging Inverted DDT! Cain busted open now yelps in pain as Ava looks on pleased. She then looks in the ring seeing that Emilio is gaining momentum. Annoyed she slides into the ring and goes after Emilio. Emilio falls on his face as he is clubbed by Ava with a two-by-four. She yells at Emilio and begins to stomp in the back of his head. As annoyed as she is she walks straight past the ladder and rolls out of the ring to check a shopping cart. She grabs a black bag and heads back into the ring. She then opens the bag and begins thumbtacks onto the mat! In result the fans share their reactions towards the sight. Ava smirks and goes to pick up the fallen Emilio. She set up for her Crucified At Dawn finisher. The fans begin to boo her telling her no. As she begins to pick him up Emilio elbows her in the face making her stumble back a bit then grabs her and hits a facebuster, face first into the thumbtacks!!! They both seen laying there as fans begin to cheer all the competitors on. With the match drawing it’s end, Gia Van Zant is the first to recover while all of her opponents haven’t moved an inch. A sadistic grin appears on Gia’s face as she stumbles toward the ladder and begins to climb up! She takes one last look down at the other three as they are still seen completely out of it. She nods and continues to climb up until we hear the roar of the crowd and camera pans over to show Gwen Massey in the ring right next to the ladder! Gia and Gwen stare at one another only for a second as Gwen pushes the ladder and sends Gia flying out of the ring and through two stacked up tables! “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” Fans jump up and begin shout for the others to get up. Gwen smiles as she looks at Gia laid out under the rubble. She heads back up the ramp as Tango is heard over the shouting of the crowd going crazy at the commentators desk. Cain is then seen climbing up on the apron to roll into the ring. He wipes off the blood off his brow and limps over to the ladder to try and pick it up. Suddenly, Ava comes into the pictures and goes for a Lungblower on Cain but Cain blocks it off, picks up the ladder, and spins it around to clock Ava right in the skull, busting her open even more! Emilio starts to stir as he notices Ava being knocked over the top rope. He looks back at Cain and sprints over to drop kick the ladder in his chest. Cain drop the ladder and falls back into the corner turnbuckle. Emilio looks around and quickly slides out of the ring. He jogs over the announcers table as Tango for some odd reason takes a chair from under the bell keeper and hands it to Emilio. Emilio slides back into the ring and sprints over to Cain. He places the chair in front of him and hits a dropkick with the chair! With everyone else immobilized, Emilio sets the ladder up right beneath the title and begins his climb! Slowly but surely, he makes his way to the top of the ladder, his fingertips just grazing the belt. Suddenly, Cain Morgan is back to his feet and climbing up after Emilio, reaching between the ladder steps and pulling one of Emilio’s legs out causing Emilio to hit his “groin” off the edge of the ladder! Cain climbs higher to the top and grabs a hold of Emilio head and starts smashing it off the ladder… over… and over…. and over again until Emilio falls backwards off the ladder! Cain takes a moment to catch his breath, realizing there was no one left to stop him as he reaches up and pulls the HKW Championship down! DING DING DING. Sadee Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match... And NEEEEW HKW Champion... CAAAIIIIIIN MORRRGANNNN! [24:20] Cain gets himself to the turnbuckle, as he has the HKW championship in his left hand. He stares at it before raising it high in the air, soaking in the ovation from the crowd. Both Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky come out to the top of the ramp and applaud not only Cain, but the other three participants of the match. Fireworks begin to explode inside the arena as the he image fades with Cain on his knees in center of the ring, looking at the belt...
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