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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 5!
Dynasty Spectrum - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sunday, December 8th, 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.

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Fading in the cameras follow the echos of grunts. As it gets close from the source of the grunts the door to former friends and now rivals office with head of security, RED stacking large LEGO blocks. With a better shot now it seems as if RED has been at this for a while as a nearly completed LEGO wall is now seen.

RED: SHIT BRUH?! I NEED A MUFUCKIN' KOOL-AID BREAK?!

The camera pans to the right and there Lyle Risky is dressed in a turquoise suit with a white dress shirt underneath and his arms crossed while watching. And let's not forget Balto who is seen sitting beside his master watching Lyle's childhood friend build the LEGO wall inside of his and Brandon's office.

Lyle Risky: Man you done drank up that whole pack of Capri-Suns though? Just get this shit done and I'll take you some where to eat.

RED: DEMS WERE THE BABY ONES CUH! YOU KNOW THEY MAKE MUFUCKIN' ADULT ONES NOW! DAMN. FUCK WRONG WITCHU. I AIN'T A BABY NO MORE RISKO.

A few minutes pass by until Red finally puts the last piece of the LEGO onto the top of the structure.

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Lyle nods as he sees the completed wall.

Lyle Risky: That's good...Nice and fuckin' colorful. You did good bruh. You did good....Now I ain't gotta be bothered with that mufucka.

Lyle pats his friend on the shoulder.

RED: MAN, IS THIS SHIT EVEN NECESSARY?

Lyle looks over to his friend with an eyebrow raised as if he was annoyed by the question.

Lyle Risky: You goddamn right it's fuckin' necessary?! You ain't see that shit he was talkin' the other day?!

RED shrugs his shoulders.

RED: NAH.

Lyle Risky: Man....Just know he done said some real fucked up shit and he ain't ever hit me up to apologize either.

Lyle waves his arms and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Let's go I'm hungry...

The scene then fades as they leave the office and the LEGO wall.

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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 stood on the ring apron and motioned 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 my head to the beat of my entrance music.

Suppose you were to die tonight...
What would you say?


The arena goes dim with a red glow filling the entrance ramp as "Walking Dead" by Z-Trip begins to play. A large, green question mark appears on the Platinumtron, illuminating Darwin Ridley who comes out wearing his trench coat and a towel over his head. He stops at the very top of the ramp and stands still for a few seconds before he tilts his head and takes his sweet time walking down the ramp. He drops down and crawls down the isle, staring up at the ring with his tongue out and a blackish tar pouring out of his mouth. He gets back to his feet and charges toward the ring, sliding underneath the middle rope, stands back to his feet and tosses his towel into the crowd. Finally, he closes his eyes, removes his trench coat and waits for the match to begin.

Match One
Defiance VI Preview - Grudge Match
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Before the bell rings, Ridley already had Gwen in his grasps, bashing her head off the near turnbuckle. He rakes her back before delivering an atomic drop, followed by a reverse DDT. He mounts over her and begins choking the life out of her until referee Robinson rips Ridley off of her. Ridley turns his attention to referee Robinson, gazing into his eyes and backing him into the corner. Without noticing, Gwen sneaks up behind Ridley and rolls him up...


One...


Two.....


Ridley kicks out. Ridley and Gwen scramble to their feet, and Gwen connects with a picture-perfect dropkick. She waits for Ridley to get to his feet, and once he is, she hits her trademark End Game! She makes the cover..


One...


Two.....


As the match progresses, Ridley finally gets the advantage back after chokeslamming the smaller Massey. Ridley signeled for his patent "Unhappily Ever After", but as he tossed Gwen over his shoulder, she slid down his back and nailed him with the Charity Case! She makes the cover.

One...


Two.....


Three!!!



Winner via pinfall - Gwen Massey (9:16)

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The camera zooms in after commercial break with one of HKW ‘newest’ acquisition sitting in alone in the locker room watching the television very closely, her gaze not being swayed to anything else in the room along with her. Already in her attire and ready to handle the ‘business’ that needs to be taken care off tonight. Twirling a pen in between her fingers she exhales softly before tilting her head to the side and turning her gaze at the camera present

Kayla: For those who do not know already, after tonight; you will NEVER forget who I am. I am the one female on this roster who isn’t intimidated and doesn’t fear anyone man or woman here. With that being said, I am the ‘Passionate One’ Kayla Callahan or Maivia. Whichever you all feel like calling me because tonight.. tonight is going to be an interesting night for not only myself or my so called ‘Tag Team’ partner but also my opponents..

She continues to twirl the pen between her fingers but speeds up

Kayla: Amazing isn’t it HKW? In my so called ‘debutante’ match I will be facing along with Zakk Lewis, the newly formed tag team of Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity which attributively form the tag team known as 420 B.C. Of course, I have nothing against my opponents, although, I wish that the three of us would’ve met under such better circumstances but hey, can’t always pick and choose your battles huh?

Kayla stops pinning the pen between her fingers and smirks

Kayla: You see HKW, I am not a bad person, but after tonight.. depending on how things continue to progress.. I will be looked at as one. I am not a ‘Team player’ especially when it comes to a match that will NOT benefit me in the slightest. No way, shape or form at that might I add. I will not be the scapegoat that my partner leans on. We are not a ‘Tag Team’ to make things worse… Dependence, that will be the one thing I will be seeing more than Self-Reliance.

She Pauses

Kayla: The reason why so many people fail, because when they put their confidence, their will to fight and their inner strength in a jar and hides it while they channel everything they have into reliance in that person who stands in wait on the ring apron to have their back. No, relying on those who will turn their back on you down the line is a waste of time. Making friends in a federation as competitive as such is a waste of time.. and yet, they still do. I will go out there and I WILL make myself known, I WILL make my statement tonight. I’m here to win..by any means necessary.

Zakk and I should be a ‘tag team’ in name only if anything seeing that we are supposed to working towards the same goal right? Ha, we will see.. what happens if what I want is different than what he wants? Logical and nine times out of ten usually what is true.

Her smirk widen as she shook her head

Kayla: I am about getting this job done and moving on to the next one. I have self-reliance in myself, I have no doubts in my abilities to get the job done. If you would ask me about my ‘trust’ or my ‘reliance’ in my partner.. I’d say watch the match and see where it stands..

This isn’t some game, this isn’t a fun or casual match for me unlike it may seem for those other three who will be in the ring along with myself.

Kayla stands up and she throws the pen at the camera

Kayla: Defiance.. Hard Knox Wrestling.. prepare yourself for a wave of ‘Passion’ you cannot resist.. Because Kayla is showing up.. and showing out!

She said as she walked out of the cameras view..

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The scene fades backstage as Lyle Risky is seen with his Gucci loafers on the desk kicking back all relaxed as he watches Balto sleep on his puppy bed. He takes a picture of him.

Lyle Risky: So CCCAAAAAUUUUUUTTTTEEEE!!!!

The door to the co-office swings open as we see Brandon Banks walk in, in shock at the sight of the LEGO made wall.

Brandon Banks: You’re kiddin’ me with this shit, right?

Banks slams the door shut behind him, his face turning a shade of red.

Brandon Banks: RISKY. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT, BRUH?

Banks walks up toward the LEGO made wall and smirks.

Brandon Banks: The fuck you call this… The Great Wall of Hard Knox?

He pushes it with his index finger, checking how sturdy it was.

Brandon Banks: When…. Who…. How….. RISKY!!!!!!

Lyle rolls his eyes and sends the picture to Minka.

Lyle Risky: You don’t hear anyone do you Balto?

Balto still very much asleep, probably tired as hell from playing so much. Lyle looks over and smirks.

Lyle Risky: Thought so…

He then stretches out as Banks stands on the opposite side of the wall, furious.

Brandon Banks: Risky…. I’m goin’ to break down this fuckin’ wall in five fuckin’ seconds if you don’t come out from there…. One….

Banks backs up a few steps.

Brandon Banks: Two….

He takes a few more steps back.

Brandon Banks: ROAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Banks charges in and shoulder blocks the wall, but the impact makes Banks fall back a bit, hurting his shoulder.

Brandon Banks: The fuck? Super LEGOS?!

Lyle stands up hearing the thud.

Lyle Risky: Hey! Hey! SETTLE DOWN OVER THERE SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP OVER HERE YOU INCONSIDERATE ASS BAGGER JAGGER!

Risky then walks over to his side of the wall and whispers….

Lyle Risky: (whisper): Fuckin’ dick!

Banks just barely hears him, grinning after hearing his words. The door to the office swings open once again as we see head of Security, Red Ohno, holding back a crazed fan.

Crazy Fan: BRANDON. RISKY. ONE OF YOU IMPREGNATE ME. RIGHT NOW. ON THE DESK. PLEASE!

Banks squints while looking at Red.

RED: SORRY BOSS. THIS ONE SNEAKED IN AND PUT UP A FIGHT, BRUH.

Risky looks over the wall, shaking his head.

RED: MAN WHY Y’ALL LOOKIN’ AT ME LIKE THAT?

Lyle Risky: GET THAT BITCH OUTTA HERE!? CAN’T YOU SEE WE HAVING A ADULT CONVERSATION IN HERE?

Red looks at the two of them standing on their sides of the LEGO wall. He begins to say something but…

Crazy Fan: PLEASE?! PLEASE ONE OF YOU...OR BOTH OF YOU GET ME PREGNANT!

The fan pulls up her dress revealing her bushy vagina. Both Risky and Brandon turn away trying to hide the sight from their eyes with they hands.

Brandon Banks: Whoaaaa!

Banks pulls his hand away from his eyes.

Brandon Banks: Bitch, you got Afro Thunder down there! Get the hell on outta our office, bushy bruh. I don’t need this shit right now.

Red lifts the female from behind, accidentally copping a feel of the bush.

RED: Y’ALL AIN’T PAYIN’ ME NUFF FOR THIS SHIT. NOT AT ALL.

Red rips the crazed fan out of the office and literally tosses her out the door, slamming it shut in her face.

Brandon Banks: Good job… But, now… Back to business.

Banks turns and looks at the wall.

Brandon Banks: Can I at least see Balto?

Risky looks at Balto…

Lyle Risky: He don’t wanna see you...He don’t fuckz with two faces ass bitches.

He turns towards the wall unsure of where exactly Brandon is but he seems enraged as he balls a fist.

Brandon Banks: TWO FACED?! HOW IN THE FUCK AM I TWO FACED, BRUH?! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY THE FUCK I’M MAD AT YOU. YOU, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, LEFT ME FOR DEAD. EVERYONE’S FUCKIN’ DOIN IT. WE WAS TAKIN’ SHIT OVER, BUT YOU JUST HAAAAAAAAAD TO BE ASCENSION AGM. BEING MY MANAGER WASN’T ENOUGH.

Banks breathes out heavily out his nose, calming himself down.

Brandon Banks: Every fuckin’ one leaves me..

Red glances at Banks, noticing there was something more bothering him.

Brandon Banks: Fuck this. I’m goin’ to find…. Someone.

With that, Banks turns his heel and blows past RED, slamming the office door shut behind him. Lyle stands there a bit confused on what exactly happen but….He shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: ...I didn’t walk out on him…

He sighs as Red watches Risky slowly walk back to his seat with his head down. The scene then fades as Balto wakes up from his nap not noticing anything that just happened.

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"Here we come, here we are! The living dead superstars!"

A cheer goes up for the beginning of Zombie Girl's "Living Dead Superstars", and the team of 420 B.C., Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity, emerge. Serenity walks to the ring at the pace of a bride walking down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of dead flowers, while Ligaya jogs back and forth around her, high fiving and hugging fans. Ligya slides into the ring and jumps up onto the far ropes, leaning over them and pumping up the crowd, while Serenity rolls under the bottom rope.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: From British Columbia, Canada, the team of Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity... FOUR! TWENTY! BEEE SEEEEE!

As Ligaya plays to different sections of the auditorium Serenity just lays her flowers in their corner, pushes back her veil, and sits down on the mat in the corner. After a moment Ligaya joins her friend, straddling the top rope above her.

Lollipop by Framing Hanley comes on, and Zakk Lewis comes out with his arms in an X in the air, then lays his arms down, and walks to the ring. He gets on the steps, and gets into the ring and gets ready for the match.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS!

The lights dim as the drum intro of 'Knock Em' Out' by Lily Allen sounds through the arena speakers. After a few moments, Kayla walks out and she points out to all of the fans before blowing a kiss to them and starts making her way down to the ring. Slapping a few hands on the way there, she pauses and kisses the forehead of one of the fans before smiling.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing to the ring at this time, hailing from Tampa, Fl.. she IS the 'Passionate One'- Kayla CALLAHAN!

Once on the apron, she turns and looks back at the fans and raises her arm pointing up before heading between the ring ropes. Waltzing around it for a brief second, she blew a kiss to the camera before she cut her eyes to look at her opponent for the evening.

Match Two
Tag Team Debutante Match
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The match begins with Zakk Lewis and Serenity tying up with Lewis getting the advantage. He takes her down with a quick drop toe hold before running over to his corner and tagging in Kayla Maivia. Kayla storms into the ring and takes Serenity down with a clothesline, and followed it up with a quick legdrop.

Suddenly, there was some action on the ramp as a man with a sweatshirt and a leather cut came onto the ramp, grabbing Zakk's attention. The mans face can't be seen as he motions for Zakk to come to him. Kayla takes her eyes off of Serenity, noticing Zakk hopping off the apron and walking toward the mystery man. Kayla screams at Zakk to return, but he pays her no attention as Serenity makes the tag to her partner, Ligaya. Ligaya sneaks up behind Kayla and rolls her up.


One...


Two....


Kickout!

Kayla scrambles back to her feet and hits a monstrous spear on Ligaya. Kayla looks back out at the ramp, seeing her partner walk away with the mysterious hooded figure. Once Kayla turns around, she gets dropped with a back thrust kick.

As the match progressed, Kayla fought as hard as she could, nearly defeating the team of 420 B.C. after hitting her patent Rising Phoenix on Serenity, but Ligaya broke up the count at two. The numbers game eventually became too much for Kayla as the team of 420 B.C. hit their primary finisher "Flashfire" to pick up the win.


Winners: 420 B.C. via pinfall. (10:12)

Following the match, 420 B.C. pointed at their waists, motioning that they were after the tag team championships. The camera transitions backstage where we see Felicity and Ashley Sullivan chuckling at HKW's newest tag team, rolling their eyes at the scene.

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(This is pre-recorded and nothing but the opinions of “The Warrior” Ethan Matthews. Nothing has been edited or changed. This is the words of Ethan and no one else.)

Ethan Matthews

"Triple Threat Match...

A match that obviously involves two others and me... All three of us wanting to win, yet only one of us can win... I respect you Xavier Asher Daniels and Cupcake but I will being going out there to win.

I don't underestimate anyone and I sure as hell ain't underestimating either of you... I haven't had much success here in HKW yet but I plan on changing that... This may come across as being cocky but I will beat you both.

I always fight fairly too, so you can be sure to have a fair fight from me... I just expect the same from you both... Try and cheat me and I will make you regret it in the end... Win or lose I hope their will be no hard feelings between us.

I also want to thank HKW for the opportunity too... Without your opportunity I don't think I'd being wrestling right now... I'm also going to be recommending HKW to my students at Matthews Martial Arts school... Without HKW guys like me wouldn't have considered entering the wrestling world so keep up the good work.

All I have left to say right now is that Xavier and Cupcake let's go put on a show... A show our fans deserve to see and let's make this match one hell of a match... Good luck out there too whether you need it or not."

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When we return from commercial, we see HKW superstar, Cupcake, already in the ring, posing for the fans.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... Cupcake!

The intro to "The Angle" by The Core begins playing as Asher Daniels slowly makes his way onto the stage, looking around at the crowd very nervously. He takes a deep breath as the first verse begins playing, before he makes his way down to the ring. He continues to look around at the fans as he walks down the isle, before he walks over to the steel steps and enters the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

"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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1” he is “The Warrior” Ethan Matthews.

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.

He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to a stage hand, then takes off his shirt and tosses it outside as he gets ready for the match at hand.


Match Three
Triple Threat Match
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When the bell rings, Cupcake charges toward Matthews but gets a swift kick to the head for her troubles. Xavier sneaks up behind Matthews following the kick and rolls him up...

One...

Quick kickout by Matthews. Xavier and Ethan begin kicking away at each others thighs before Cupcakes comes flying off the top rope and plants them both with a dropkick. She turns her attention to Xavier, waiting for him to get to his feet. Once up, Xavier turns around and Cupcake goes for a spin wheel kick, but XAD ducks out of the way and connects with a backcracker on Cupcake.

Ethan sees an opening to attack, going for his patent Busaiku Knee but Xavier does a matrix back bend and the knee connects with Cupcake! Xavier quickly tosses Ethan out of the ring and pins Cupcake..

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Two...

Threeeee!



Winner via pinfall - Xavier Asher Daniels (7:14)

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The camera view links to the parking lot area behind the Dynasty Spectrum as a unmarked police car creeps to a stop near the back doors. The crowd hushes as they see an officer opening the drivers side door getting out and heading to door behind him. He's a tall Caucasian male with a bald head and athletic build. He's wearing a uniformed Phliadelphia police polo, winter coat with the name 'Stanton' etched on the chest, and pants and brushes his fingers against his goatee before opening the back door. Moments later Jason Mentez emerges from the back seat with his Jordan bag slung on his shoulder. The boos from the crowd start up as he bundles up against the cold bringing his carhartt coat closer before looking in the officer's direction annoyed.

Jason Mentez: Did I really have to ride in the back doe 'Officer Stanton'? I mean the first time was bad enough.

Officer Stanton says nothing and simply gestures Jason to move it along toward the Spectrum. Jason grims the officer for a moment before smacking his lips at his silence and walking ahead toward the back doors. Officer Stanton closes the back door and walks right behind Jason keeping his face expressionless.

Jason Mentez: (mumbles) This some hoe shit man...out here with Officer Deaf.

Jason turns around and takes another look at Officer Stanton while walking. He was dead on his ass. Right behind him.

Jason Mentez: Yooo, you gotta be that close homey?

Officer Stanton: .......

Jason sighs.

Jason Mentez: Real fucking bullshit.

They enter the Dynasty Spectrum with Jason shaking his head.

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The camera zooms in on one Gwen Massey who, still excited about her win against one of the contenders going strong into the Opportunity Ladder match set for Defiance VI. A bottle in hand and a pleased smirk on her face making her way towards the television which is usually set up for those who had upcoming matches and what not to spectate. Standing there she felt something was different about tonight, something was in the air or new about Defiance. Her attention was drawn towards a young woman who was greeting certain individuals and the sound of excitement in their voices instantly convinced her that this woman was someone important. The woman of course was important seeing that she was the ‘Assistant to the General Manager of Disclosure’ Jennifer Runnels.

Gwen Massey: One down.. I just need to do it once again.. where it counts...

Gwen said as she smirked to herself. After a few seconds of quiet, Jennifer made her way towards Gwen who was wiping her neck of the sweat that was dripping from it before taking a sip of her water, attention now in the following match but of course knew Jennifer was standing very close nonetheless. Jennifer pulled her cell phone out of her blazer pocket and dialed a number. She smiled big as she held the phone up to her ear. Gwen was close enough to hear her conversation.

Jennifer Runnels: Hey, Mr. Windsor it's Jenny....yeah I'm here at Defiance checking things out. I'm very impressed by what I've seen so far. There is tons of future star quality here, and I can see several people performing amazingly in PDW sometime soon! Imagine how great the talent competing on Disclosure can be, but I don't think I've found that one special person quite yet....

Jennifer looks at her surroundings glancing briefly at Gwen who stands in the distance watching. She then continues to talk on her cell phone.

Jennifer Runnels: Yeah, but don't worry Mr. Windsor I will find that star we've been looking for....I better get back to work though...I'll see you soon.....bye!

Jennifer hangs up the phone and continues to smile a bit. She looks at her reflection on the screen and fixes her appearance, as she does this she notices someone standing beside her. Gwen with the dry part of her towel covering her mouth and the bottle in her now crossed arms, she chuckled slightly as she tapped the shoulder of Jennifer.

Gwen Massey: Next time, I would’ve been rude but I wasn’t.. if you want to interrupt someone watching a match, please do it else where. Interesting conversation nonetheless though.

Gwen said as she smiled underneath the towel and then turned her gaze onto the woman who obviously came here for a reason. Jennifer looked Gwen up and down as she spoke clenching onto her phone with a tight grip.

Gwen Massey: You see.. truth be told, you won’t just find one person here who is more deserving to go onto Disclosure or Ascension.. there are too many of us who would make an impact, including myself. Just to clear that up next time you talk to your boss dude. By the way, I’m Gwen Massey, nice to meet you Jennifer.

In a weird manner, Gwen extended her hand towards the obviously upset female. Gwen rose her brow expecting Jennifer to just shake her hand and continue the conversation.. but nothing lately has EXACTLY gone her way in the last couple of days. Jennifer chuckles lightly hoping that Gwen's introduction was meant to be some kind of joke. She put her phone in her pocket and fixed herself before addressing Gwen.

Jennifer Runnels: I'm sorry Gwen, but I'm not sure if you were serious or that good of a comedian. First impressions are everything sweet heart.

Jennifer stares at Gwen's extended hand and then looks back up at the young woman. Her eyes are filled with a bit of concern as she waits for an answer from Gwen. She chuckled before lowering her hand to give her answer to Jennifer straight forward and with no hesitation


Gwen Massey: I was not joking in any manner. I stand by what I said and you are right, first impressions are everything and If I recall, you wasted your ten seconds on the phone. So I believe I was entitled to say what I said. No disrespect of course.

She tilted her head with a smirk on her features.

Gwen Massey: I mean, I understand you are here on business and I think that is wonderful, I really do BUT.. I also have business I have to tend to such as seeing who are threats in this Ladder match at the next Defiance.

Gwen said as she shook her head now a little pissed that Jennifer did not take and accept the handshake. Jennifer and blinks and nods slightly trying to understand where Gwen is coming from.

Jennifer Runnels: Well you have moxy I'll give you that. I'm sure you are a bit of a rising star down here, but I've been in your shoes. I'm a third generation wrestler and a former multiple time champion in my own right. I'm very aware of what goes on in this business and I'm very aware of the level that you are at now.

She stares at the young lady a little unimpressed.

Jennifer Runnels: Ladder matches I've done tons of those in my career. You may be talented, but you have not earned an ego as big as I'm picking up from you just yet. So, until you've made it from the bottom of the food chain I suggest you stay a little bit more humble sweetie.

Jennifer mocks Gwen's previous gesture by cocking her head to the side and flashing her a sarcastic grin. Waving her index finger and now smiling, she nods her head and just begins to laugh

Gwen Massey: You are one funny woman you know? I love people like you who believe that what you’ve done amounts to anything in this present moment. Yes, I am at the bottom but that is because I want to be. I am not a third generation wrestler but congrats, let me go buy you a cookie to show you how many fucks I give. I am not like some of these people in this business who have something meaningful that they can boast about. I am not the sister of the person who runs this place. I am not the student of a current champion nor former champion. Regardless of all of that, others like myself and including those I just mentioned are down here every week or so kicking the hell out one another to make it to that point.

She pauses.

Gwen Massey: I have done a lot already in my career but you don’t hear me boast about it because it amounts to nothing in Hard Knox Wrestling. So please, if you came to talk to me then do so, if you came to waste my time then please leave because this so called ego that you mentioned is here to stay.

Gwen says as she is not flustered a bit but won’t lose her cool on someone who wasn’t even a factor in the equation that was running through her mind. Instead, Gwen smiled and looked the woman up and down.

Gwen Massey: Oh and please, let’s not have a pissing contest because nine times out of ten, we will be one of maybe three tonight on this show..

She says very unimpressed and relaxed about it. Jennifer takes in everything that has been said and ponders on what to do. She stares at Gwen for a brief moment before cracking a big smile across her face. She claps her hands slowly and Gwen watches on slightly confused.

Jennifer Runnels: Woah, you're better than I thought! Not a lot of these rookies around here can stand their ground as well as you have. You're like a little spit fire or something.

Jennifer nods and puts a finger to her cheek thinking of her next statement.

Jennifer Runnels: Yup, you have something great...you remind me a little of me when I started. Lots of passion and fire in your eyes. Impressive...highly impressive.

Jennifer nods again with a slight grin on her face. Gwen shakes her head and then turned her attention away from the woman spewing words from her lips and chuckled once again.

Gwen Massey: I’ve heard that so many times.. I am similar to almost everyone feels like. I believe your job is done? I don’t think you’ll be going back to your boss empty handed at all will you?

She said as she did not remove her gaze from the match highlights that were taking place. Jennifer nods staring at Gwen and pulls out her phone writing brief notes on their encounter. She heads toward the exit and turns back around making a final statement.

Jennifer Runnels: Nice to meet you Gwen. A word of advice for you match...remember that you don't have to do all the damage to your opponents. In fact stay out of it as much as possible and save your energy for when it's needed.

Gwen threw her hand up as a sign of saying ‘good-bye’ and nodded her head in slight agreement of the words of the woman who was no longer in her area.

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Returning from commercial break the camera zooms in on one of HKW’s newest prospects Kayla Callahan on a one way path to the Co-General Managers office belonging not to Risky but to the man who blandy disrespected her before she even had a chance to get her feet wet, so to speak if you will. Passing those who were getting ready for their matches and stage hands who were perplexed at the female disposition at the time, she made it and took a deep breath before opening the door and moved the chair out of her way as she forcefully slammed her hands on his desk and moved her hair out of her face. Instead of the usual ‘irritated woman syndrome’ Kayla smirked at him and tilted her head

Kayla: Zakk Lewis.. next week in a street fight match. No stupid rules bounding us. Yeah, I will admit to you and the whole damn company that I had the SAME thoughts running through my head. Nonetheless, I wanted a ‘W’ on the books. I like wrestling, but I love fighting.. there aren’t any restraints on me like they are now. Banks, I know you can make this happen..

Taking a deep breath as her gaze was focused on his, showing him that she wasn’t joking around. She wanted this more than her debut match. Returning to a vertical base, she crossed her arms knowing nothing could just be a simple ‘yes’.

The camera pans around to show the HKW Co-GM looking up at Kayla with his fingers crossed around his head. He takes everything she had to say in, leaning his elbow onto his desk.


Brandon Banks: Well, hi Kay-lo. I'm doin' great. Thanks for askin'.

He rolls his eyes, still bothered earlier in the evening.

Brandon Banks: I don’t wanna tell you yes right now, and then forgot about it like I did last week, Kaylo. Here.. Hold up.

Banks pulls on one of the drawers from his desk, and grabs a sharpie and stickynotes.

Brandon Banks: Why don’t you write it down for me. I’ll hang that shit up on refrigerator door and I definitely won’t forget.

Banks tosses the stickynotes and sharpie onto his desk, He starts chewing down on one of the strings on his sweatshirt, keeping his eyes locked on Kayla.

Brandon Banks: You know what though? You did work out there. I mean, Zakk… He kinda dipped on you quick. Shit, you damn near won a few times.

Banks spits out the string.

Brandon Banks: So, if you really think about it.. You shouldn’t be all that mad right now. What I told you to do last week? Impress me. And tonight? You impressed me.

Banks pulls out a PDW Developmental contract from the same drawer he opened before and slid it over to Kayla.

Brandon Banks: I’m just sposed to give that to ya. If there’s any issues in there, you take that up with Angel.

Kayla takes the folder and she holds it tightly as her gaze returned on Banks as his demeanor was similar to last time except her had nothing distracting him nor protecting him, as far as the computer screen was concerned. Smirking, she rested the contract out of her reach on the far side of the desk and shoved the trinkets onto the floor including the sticky notes and sharpie. Frustration was setting in as she held the back of her head slightly and chuckled

Kayla: Impressed ya huh? I see. I called out the so called ‘Top Dogs’ here in HKW, then turn around and become a member now right? Fine, I’ll play this game but in my own way. All you did was just give me the means to do it.

She pauses

Kayla: Listen Brandon, I have nothing against lazy management, but I will say this. Your memory sucks, obviously. Or we can just say you have a ’selective’ one at best. I don’t a sticky note or a sharpie to show you how serious I am. Defiance VI, It WILL be Kayla Callahan Versus Zakk Lewis in a Street Fight, anything goes match.. or.. I’ll just force one to happen. At this very moment. I have nothing to lose and everything in the form of the World Championship to gain. While people are playing with their thumbs and constantly bickering about it.. I’m just going to make it happen.

Leaning in closer on the desk as she rests one knee on the ground and crosses her fingers. Looking at the man who in a way was not utterly moved by her demands, she stood her ground

Kayla: It’s your call. I don’t believe in being kicked out any arena’s but if that means I have to send that little personal note to him ask yourself this, wouldn’t you do the same damn thing? You wouldn’t sit around and wait would you? No, not Brandon Banks, the FORMER PDW Prodigy Champion, hell no. If no one on this God forsaken roster understands me.. I know you do..

Kayla said with a cocky smirk on her features. Banks has his eyes squinted just a bit with his head tilted a little to the side. It’s almost as if he’s confused on how to take anything she said, so he just shrugs his shoulders.

Brandon Banks: What the hell you buggin’ out about?! I just gave you yo’ damn contract. I’ll give you yo damn match! I even gave yo ass a compliment. All that and you still mad?!

Banks points his finger up and down toward Kayla.

Brandon Banks: All that drama club shit was not needed right there. Damn yo. Don’t worry K-Lo. I’ll save it in my phone if it’s such a big deal to you…

He reaches into his pocket and begins typing away on his iphone. He glances back at Kayla.

Brandon Banks: And aye. Before you start talkin’ bout the HKW Championship… Win a match first, yeah? You got your contract. You should be happy. I get you want more, but you? You just got here… There’s a big ass line ahead of ya. Like, the line in the Christmas Story when Ralphie went to see Santa?

Banks nods with his serious face.

Brandon Banks: That kinda line, bruh.

Returning to her feet, she nods her head and she smiled

Kayla: Respect Banks..I’ll give it to you. I already know that there is a long line, but sometimes its nice to have a foreseeable goal in mind, yeah? I also appreciated the compliments as well, please don’t think that I didn’t but you know, a closed mouth doesn’t get fed. This is fact.

Kayla reaches for her contract and taps it on the desk

Kayla: Maybe I was also wrong. You saw what I did as having a B&G session huh? Maybe Brandon, you don’t understand those who are different.. similarities are obviously there though. Oh well, at the end of the day. I got this contract, I got my match.. Hell, I even got you to pay attention this time. I must be doing something right regardless of the ‘L’ I had to take tonight.

She turns her back to him and exhales as she throws up the deuces and walks out of his office. Banks watches her leave, smirking a bit.

Brandon Banks: She's gonna be a fun one to be around.

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As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands makes his way out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on his face as the people begin to boo him. Sands slowly struts his way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to him by either scoffing or giving them the hand. He slides underneath the bottom rope and walks over to the center of the ring, where he drops to his knees and spreads out his arms, bathing in the hate the fans have for him. After doing that, Sands gets back up and walks over to his corner, where he just leans up against it, looking over at the fans and hearing what they have to say before scoffing.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing, from the great state of Ohio, weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS!

"Hurdy Gurdy Man" by Donovan plays over the PA system as sallow-skinned tweakers roll out the red carpet for the arrival of their dealer hero Scott Lost. One tweaker frantically sets up a smoke machine that coughs fog harder than smoker's morning breath. Scott Lost appears at the entrance way, from behind the black curtain, and hands baggies out to the tweakers. Their eyes light up like a six year old on Christmas morning before the inevitable crushing disappointment, and they scamper off into the night.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Mindon, Ontario, Canada, standing at six-foot-two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, Scott. Lost!

Scott adjusts his Members Only jacket and starts his walk to the ring, full of unearned swagger. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring, raising his arms and soaking up the imaginary appreciation lauded to him by non-existant fans. He then leans into his corner and awaits the opening bell.

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The match started off slow, with Tanner evading Lost for the most part. Alistair hopped onto the apron to distract Lost as Tanner capitalized on the distraction with a Sleeper Hold Slam.

Sands looked like he was in full control until he went for a piledriver. Lost put down all his weight and back body dropped Sands. Alistair hopped onto the apron once again, this time Lost punches him off, but the distraction costs him as Sands hits his "The S.S. Sands" for the three.


Winner via pinfall - Tanner Sands (4:10)

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After the match the cameras fade backstage where backstage interviewer Selena King is seen with a bright smile on her face, standing near a plasma screen television with the HKW logo floating on the screen. She sees someone from a distance, running up to him until it's revealed to be none other than Joey Perello.

Selena King: There's the mystery man..

Perello locks eyes with Selena before turning to look at the camera. He finishes wrapping up his hands and wrists in black tape, tossing the roll to the side.

Joey Perello: Mystery man, sweetie? I don’t think it’s much of a mystery anymore. Everyone knows who I am… and if you don’t…

He turns back and looks at the camera.

Joey Perello: I am the nightmare you are all living in. I’m the guy that you’re afraid to pass by in a dark ally. I’m a man who will legitimately break every single bone in your face… And laugh about it.

His cold blue eyes meet Selena once again.

Joey Perello: I’m Joey Perello… Mystery solved.

A bit nervous now Selena looks up to Joey.

Selena King: Well you certainly solved that mystery, like the kids in the mystery machine!

She laughs a little as she tries and crack a joke.

Selena King: Since you have arrived to HKW, you have made an impact here backstage. A few of which you have had run ins with. Was that your intent to stir things or was that just--

Perello cuts her off.

Joey Perello: My intent? My intent was simple. It was to execute the plan. I, along with a couple of buddies, came to HKW for one specific reason. We want to run this land.

He turns and looks at the camera.

Joey Perello: No matter who you think you are... No matter how tough you think you may be... We’re gonna gitcha. Do yourselves a favor… And just... run.

Perello actually smiles.

Joey Perello: MacRear didn’t run… Look where he’s at now… D-Evil isn’t running, but I promise you… You won’t ever see him again after tonight.

Perello gazes back into Selena’s eyes, almost as if he’s looking into her soul.

Joey Perello: I’m going to rip that mask off if his face, and I’m going to keep it as a souvenir. A souvenir from yet another victim of RIP… They will all fall, Selena. It’s just a matter of time…

He inches closer to her.

Joey Perello: This is our territory now. It’s not Hard Knox Wrestling. It’s not Platinum Dynasty Wrestling… The Reapers run this show.. and we run it with pride.

Selena King: The….The...The Reaper? RIP? Wha….Wha….What is--

Perello walks up to Selena and places his thumb under her chin.

Joey Perello: All in due time, sweetie. Reap the Weap.

With that, Perello gives Selena a wink before turning away and exiting the picture.


Selena King: He’s so… Different.

She giggles to herself.

Selena King: It’s kinda hot.

With that, Selena walks out of the camera view as we transition back to another area of the Spectrum.

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We check back in with Brandon Banks who is still scurrying the hallways, looking for someone in particular. There’s no singing coming from the Co-GM this week, clearly in a darker mood than usual.

Brandon Banks: Swear that bitch Adella, man. She about to kiss my damn feet real soon, bruh. Can’t let that bitch outta my sight for a damn minute.

Footsteps are heard in the background and seems to be coming from behind Brandon. They don’t slow down but a small grunt is heard from the person the footsteps are coming from. The person comes into frame as he passes Brandon by. And who was that person.? None other than Emilio Vialpando, who seems to be strolling the halls without his manager and father, Luis.

Brandon Banks: Let me guess on how this gonna go… I’m gonna tell you that I’m not against you… You’re gonna call me a fishy GM…. I’m gonna tell you that I’m a wrestler before I’m a GM… Probably threaten to make you swallow teeth… You’re gonna act hard, talk some shit, maybe get in my face…

Banks shrugs.

Brandon Banks: Sound about right?

Emilio stops and looks over his shoulder.

Emilio Vialpando: I ain’t got time for your twisted up lies bruh.

He starts to walk again, but Brandon gets in his way.

Brandon Banks: Real talk, bruh. Man to man. No boss to employee shit. What you got against me? What have I ever done to make you think I’m crooked? Because I wanted to talk to Perello? That’s it?

Emilio looks up to Brandon and rolls his eyes.

Emilio Vialpando: Shit, y’all seemed pretty damn cozy to me. What did you wanna talk to him about huh? How much of a great job he’s been doin”? The fuck kind of GM are you? Got goons runnin’ up in here takin’ young niggas out. Ain’t you supposed to be lookin’ out for us? Tryna guide us to get better in this shit? Man if I wanted to be held back I would of went to that company mi papa y tio’s worked for when they first started.

Brandon Banks: I FUCKIN’ AM LOOKIN’ OUT FOR Y’ALL. That’s why I wanted to talk to him. To tell him to cut the bullshit. I was just as confused as you were bout the whole thing.

Banks shrugs his shoulders.

Brandon Banks: Shit, I still am. But has he been attackin’ people backstage since I talked to him? Nah, he hasn’t. Honestly, Em… You don’t have to like me. You don’t even have to respect me. But what you need to do is trust me… You wouldn’t be gettin’ a title shot at D-Six if I was crooked. I woulda gave that shot to Kai, or Ava, or my fuckin’ sister.

Banks shakes his head vigorously.

Brandon Banks: You know what? Fuck it. It’s like I’m talkin’ to a wall. You ain’t gonna believe me. You ain’t gonna trust me. So fuck it. I’ll prove that I’m here only to help y’all grow. Believe me when I tell you this, Em… Me bringing you, or anyone else in this place down…. It does nothing for me.

Brandon twirls his White Sox snapback around, some of his hair falling onto his face.

Brandon Banks: Do you and I’ll do me. Good luck in your match tonight.

Emilio bumps past Brandon.

Emilio Vialpando: Better prove yo self first….

He looks behind him.

Emilio Vialpando: Until then, keep yo lies and excuses to yo self.

Emilio blows by Banks as the Co-Gm keeps his eyes locked on him with a smirk on his face.

Brandon Banks: Can’t wait till he gets his Proving Grounds match…

Banks cracks his knuckles.

Brandon Banks: Can… Not… Wait.

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The lights go out, the Halloween theme song by John Carpenter hits the sounds system, lights begin flashing, and out comes Michael Myers to boos from the crowd.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring. From Haddonfield Illinois, he is known as The Boogeyman and The Shape. This is Miiiiiiichaaaeeeelllll Myeeeerrrrrrrs!

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. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and waits for the match to begin.

The audience remains quiet as Jackson Strong makes his way through the curtains and heads straight down the ramp, not paying attention to a single person.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 195 pounds, JACKSON STRONG!

He climbs the steel steps quickly right before entering the ring and heading over to his corner, stretching and punching the top turnbuckle.

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Jackson hype now and ready to go. He turns towards Myers and sprints over to him but is caught by Myers who hits a Halloween DDT. He goes for the pin...

One....Two....Three!


Winner: Michael Myers via pin (:55)

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Cameras switch to backstage inside Jason Mentez’s locker room where he is warming up shadowboxing inside his room preparing for his contenders match later on tonight. He looks over to the right where his ‘escort’ Officer Stanton is standing with the same expressionless face he had when they first arrived to the Dynasty Spectrum. Jason does his best to deny his presence as he circles around in his open space. Suddenly the door swings open as RED is seen standing in the doorway. A few seconds later Lyle Risky pops out from behind RED.

Lyle Risky: WHERE THAT SWINE AT RED?! WHERE IT AT?!

Risky looks over and sees the officer.

Lyle Risky: WHAT THE?!

Jason notices Risky’s reaction as he brings his readied hands down.

Jason Mentez: That’s the escort Risky. Officer Stanton, ain't said a damn word since I met him. I don’t know if its good or bad...fuck it.

Jason shrugs his shoulders as he walks toward RED and Risky.

Jason Mentez: What’s good doe?

Risky straightens up his suit and looks over to RED.

Lyle Risky: Aye bruh, watch my back while I go handle this bizzzzzzaaanneeeessssssss. I don’t want that pig gettin’ any urges to frisk me fo’ no damn reason.

RED looks over to the officer and begins to make his way over standing in front of him. He crosses his arms.

RED: DON’T WORRY?! I GOT YO BACK MY DUDE! GON’ HEAD DO WHAT IT DO!

Lyle smirks and begins to walk over to Mentez. He looks around for a minute and sees a bench. He then sits down.

Lyle Risky: Have a seat bruh I got some shit to tell you.

Mentez looks over at RED standing near Officer Stanton to see if any reaction comes from him. Still absolutely nothing from the uniformed officer, it freaks him out.

Jason Mentez: Swear its like being watched by Rain Man a some shit yo.

Jason takes heed to what Risky told him and takes his seat on the bench. He nods already thinking ahead.

Jason Mentez: Man yo, I know that whole situation ain't legit for yall man. I know, I’m tryna get it right doe.

Jason puts his hands together shaking his head.

Jason Mentez: Its on me doe, I know that.

Lyle puts his hand up and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Bruh….Me and BB already talked it over and we ain’t even worried bout that shit. You ain’t gon’ lose your title shot. You earned that shit and we just gon’ let the law handle that mess aight? So you good but there’s somethin’ else….

Jason looks a little lost on that note.

Jason Mentez: Somethin’ else? Shit man what else I done did?

Risky chuckles.

Lyle Risky: Nah just somethin’ we want you to do…

He looks up to the camera.

Lyle Risky: Give us a minute fellas, will ya?

The cameramen step outside the locker room and as they do Lyle’s voice is heard.

Lyle Risky (voice): Aye RED, toss me that thing…

The scene then fades.

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The arena lights go out when all of a sudden all you can hear are screams. Screams of someone who sounds like they're being tortured. All of a sudden a spot light beams down to the top of the ramp. Holding his arms out wide and his head lowered D-Evil stands there. He only raises his head when the screams stop and “Just Run” by Digital Summer kicks in as the lights come back on. The crowd don't know whether to boo or not, some even scared to open their mouths. The few who do boo though are the ones who have made sure D-evil can't get to them. Once at the ring he grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. Once on the apron he enters the ring but stepping over the top rope. As soon as he does this is when the crowd decide to be brave and start booing him. They soon go quiet as the lights once again go out to only show some writing “The Monster D-Evil is The Reckoning” after a minute or two the lights come back on as D-Evil's music fades out.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, The Monster & The Reckoning... He stands at 7ft tall and weighs in at 350lbs... D-Evil.

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights in the arena go out completely as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

Close your eyes
So many days go by
Easy to find what's wrong
Harder to find what's right


The camera then pans towards the crowd as Joey Perello is seen making his way through the audience. His cold blue eyes are locked on the the ring, not paying attention to a soul around him.

I believe in you, I can show you
That I can see right through all your empty lies
I won't stay long in this world so wrong.


Perello hops over the barricade and glances at the ring, staring a hole through ring announcer Sadee Sanderson McLean. Perello slides into the ring and gets to his feet.

Say goodbye
As we dance with the Devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the Devil tonight


He walks to the center of the ring and raises on of his arms in the air with his fist clenched and waits for the match to begin.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: His opponent... Representing the Reapers in Pride... JOEYYY PERELLOOOOO!!!!

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The bell tolls and Perello blasts out of the corner, executing a corner spear on the match larger D-Evil. Perello goes swing happy on D-Evil's face, grabbing a hold of his mask and trying to rip it right off. D-Evil pushes Perello away, but Perello comes flying back with an elbow to D-Evil's temple that sends the big man to the outside.

Perello follows D-Evil out of the ring and bashes his head repeatedly off the announcers desk before launching him into the steel steps. Perello slides into the ring to break the referees ten count, sliding back out of the ring and mounting overtop of D-Evil, pounding away at his face.

Finally, Perello slides into the ring and hits D-Evil with the "Tragic Ending" knocking the monster out cold. Perello smirks, and grabs a hold of D-Evil's mask, ripping it off as D-Evil struggles to catch his breath and the referee immediately calls for the bell.


Winner via referee stoppage - Joey Perello (8:10)

EMT's rush to the ring as D-Evil begins convulsing and Perello stands back and smiles. He holds the mask high in the air before exiting the ring, keeping his eyes on D-Evil and holding up two fingers and mouthing "That's two" as Defiance goes to commercial.

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Coming back to air the camera panning around the arena but focusing more on the ring that is dressed with a black cloth on the mat, a wooden desk in the center of the ring with two black comfort chairs on opposite ends.

Tango: FINALLY. Enough of this WRASSLIN' horseshit. Let's cut the crap and get to some good old fashioned signing of legal documents! NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!

Brian Mason: Right, "nothing" could possibly go wrong here. But yes, finally we can make this match official. Despite his absence at Defiance 4, I can't wait to finally see our champion come out here to come face to face with his contender.

Tango: Of COURSE you can't. You're boring. Just like he is. Boring. BORING. Hopefully Emilio is going to save us the JIBBA JABBA and wreck this goon, STAT.

The camera pans towards the entrance area as if on cue Chris Tucker by. J. Cole hits the PA System. Fans explode into cheers as Lyle Risky steps from behind the curtains. He stands there without even a slight of a sign of any type of emotion for a second. He listens to the cheers of the crowd and out of no where....He pulls wads of cash from his jacket and starts dancing while making it rain on himself. He laughs and points out to the crowd.

"MONEY TALKS?!"

He then looks back behind him to see if Brandon was coming and waves it off as he continues down the ramp. A few seconds pass by until Banks comes steady pacing down the ramp, blowing past Risky. Banks walks up the steps and enters the ring, Risky watches Brandon blow past him and shakes his head. He then walks over and signs a few autographs for some lucky ladies and kids and even takes a few pictures while making it rain on them. He reaches the steel steps and on the way up dances a little bit until he gets in the ring. Crew members hand both Brandon microphones and Lyle lifts his up to his lips.

Lyle Risky: Aight, aight, aight?! Money Tah-Tah-Tah-Tah-TAAAAAAALLLKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

The fans cheer and Lyle looks out to the crowd with a huge smile on his face. Banks chews down on his bum before blowing out a huge bubble, that pops back onto his face. He cleans it off before speaking into the microphone.

Brandon Banks: Defiance V has been one hell of a show so far, but this entire show has been just build. Build for something much, much bigger....

Banks pauses, leaning back against the turnbuckles.

Brandon Banks: Defiance VI. The BIGGEST Defiance yet. The tag team titles will be on the like when Descent faces 420 B.C. and a team to be named soon. The first ever "Golden Opportunity" Contract ladder match will take place... And of course, the crowning of our first No Limits Champion when Ana Adore faces Annie Zellor and Scandalous Tony.

Risky nods with a smirk.

Lyle Risky: And we can't forget the headliner......I mean it is why we are here right now right? THE HKW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!!!

As if the fans aren't loud already.

Lyle Risky: CAIN MORGAN?!

The fans cheer to the top of their lungs.

Lyle Risky: AND EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!! Shit I almost choked on my tongue saying that shit bruh.

Banks laughs a bit.

Brandon Banks: Get on out here and lets make this ish official!

Bout That Life by. Meek Mill hits the PA System and Emilio Vialpando steps out in a pair of fitted jeans, a LAX t-shirt and a Boston Red Sox snapback. The fans begin to even chant "LAX" for him. Emilio laughs and points out to them after bumping his chest acknowledging his fans. He slaps a few hands and slides into the ring. As he get sin the ring he looks at both Brandon and Lyle. He looks at them up and down and walks past them towards a turnbuckle. He climbs up it and screams...

"LAX!!!!"

He hops down walks towards the chair pointing to it to see if that's where he sits. Both GM's nod and tell him to go ahead and sit down. Emilio sits as his theme song fades away.

"Down" by Stone Temple Pilots hits, and Cain Morgan immediately emerges from the back, the HKW Championship strapped firmly around his waist. He pauses on the ramp a moment, giving a slight nod to the crowd before making his way methodically to the ring, focused entirely on Emilio as he works his way down the aisle. He stops near the apron and gives a final look to the crowd before heading up the steps and through the ropes, where he pauses again to unstrap the Championship belt from around his waist and hold it up for the crowd to see, soaking up the reaction before folding the title up neatly and placing it on the table in front of him, giving Risky and Banks a look before turning his attention back to his challenger, staring him down for a few moments before finally taking a seat himself.

Emilio looks out to the fans and points to Cain mouthing the words, "You believe this nigga?". Risky soon coughs before there's any time of altercation as Cain's music fades.


Lyle Risky: Ayyyyeeeeeeeee!!!!! Now that we got both the champ and the challenger here it's time to get to um....Risky Business.

He looks over to the camera and winks. Banks plops himself up onto the turnbuckle, scratching the side of his head with the microphone.

Brandon Banks: In front of both you is a contract. A contract that states that at Defiance VI, the match between you two has to have a winner. No bullshit time limits. No count outs... Hell, no disqualifications. At the end of that night, we'll know who the true HKW Champion is..

Banks nods toward Risky.

Lyle Risky: Aight...So before y'all get to signing anything is there anything--

Lyle looks and sees there's no mics on the desk for the two men. He shakes his head and points over to Randy The Pilot.

Lyle Risky: RANDY?! Get these two they damn mics!

Randy seen outside the ring by the commentators desk hops up and gathers two microphones. As he begins to walk towards the ring he trips and falls flat on his face. Lyle rubs the corners of his eyes.

Lyle Risky: This gon' be a long night...

Tango: This fuckin' guy. Jesus Christ. GET UP, RANDY. THERES STILL SANDWICHES LEFT IN CATERING. GO. GO FAST.

Randy gets the two mics off the ground and hurries up rolling into the ring. He sets the mics down on the desk and begins to exit the ring and trips over the bottom rope and falls out onto the ground. Lyle looks over the rope and outside the ring. He looks back at Brandon.

Lyle Risky: The hell was he goin'?

Banks can't believe his own eyes.

BB: Tell you what. I ain't ever seen a fat guy move that fast when there wasn't no food involved. Damn, good job Randy!

Banks gives Randy a thumbs up

Lyle Risky: Back to business...

He looks back to Cain and Emilio.

Lyle Risky: Y'all got anything y'all wanna say?

Emilio grunts and looks down at the championship belt.

Emilio Vialpando: Yeah sure...

He lifts his hand and points it at Cain.

Emilio Vialpando: Fuck this nigga right here bruh?! The fuck kinda champion are you? Buster ass nigga. Call yo self a champion but you up here takin' vacays right after you want the strap? Did you forget about these people out here?

He points out to the fans who begin to cheer with a few chants of LAX.

Emilio Vialpando: See at D4, you just proved it...You ain't bout that shit you been talkin bruh. You just some self righteous mufucka who just out here for em self. You just like these bum ass GM's...Flakin' and shit just for they own selfish reasons.

Cain glares at Emilio for a moment before picking up his microphone, pausing before he finally speaks.

Cain Morgan: First of all...I'm sick to Goddamn death of listening to you trot out that tired shit. So sit back, stop talking, and show a little bit of respect for once in your life. Secondly...My absence last week had nothing to do with these people, this Championship, or this company. Frankly, it's none of your concern. It was old business, and I attended to it. Like I always attend to business. I walked through these doors, and I said from day one I was going to do whatever it took to be HKW Champion. I didn't make up some bullshit twitter hashtag, I didn't spend all my time running my mouth trying to convince these people I was something I wasn't...I came out to this ring, and I proved it. Every person they've put in front of me, I've beaten...and that includes you, Emilio. I earned my place. I earned this belt. You know that...and they know that.

Cain points to the crowd in much the same fashion Emilio did moments ago.

Cain Morgan: And they also know that every time I step in this ring to defend this Championship, I'm going to do exactly what I've done since HKW opened its doors. Whatever it takes to prove that I am the very best this roster has to offer. I don't need a hashtag for that. I don't need a marketing gimmick or a bunch of slogans for that. I don't need to sign in to twitter and have a slapfight with whatever flavor of the month has decided to put on their big boy pants and cast aspersions at me to do that. All I need to do is walk down that aisle, step through these ropes, and leave each and every last one of you counting the lights, just like I've been doing all along. Just like I'm going to do with you at Defiance VI. Call it self righteous, call it what you want, but when it comes down to it, Emilio, you're just a spoiled child with a persecution complex. You couldn't beat me in the ladder match with all the toys in the world and two other people to help finish the job...and you won't beat me now.

Emilio sits back in his chair and laughs at every bit of what Cain had to say.

Emilio Vialpando: I don't need this, I don't need that, blah blah blah. Who the fuck you take me for Cain? Lucia? Nah I ain't that whack ass bitch. Yeah, you beat me. I already done acknowledged that bruh. Shit, I even gave you props and I still do to this day for winning that tournament and the ladder match. But what did I tell you after that match? I told you I was gonna be coming back for what's mine and I'm gonna be coming back for it hard. I don't care what ever the fuck you had to handle, nigga you had two weeks...to handle whatever the fuck you had goin' on. But whatever, shit happens right.

Emilio waves off Cain.

Emilio Vialpando: Spoiled? Me? Mi? Mimado? Jaja, not me bruh. You can't be talkin' bout me. Cause I wasn't born into some richy rich family like most of tu gringos been. I was born in a family where you had to fight to earn yours. I was born into a family where if you ain't have the heart or the balls to survive in the world by yo damn self you wasn't gon' get shit. Not a damn thing was handed to me bruh, so spoiled? I don't know where the fuck you got that shit from. What? Cause mi familia got some history? Huh? Is that what you meant by spoiled? Nah bruh see I was there watching mi papa y uncles struggle each and every night to put some fucking food on me and my cousins stomachs and clothes on our backs.

Emilio stands up.

Emilio Vialpando: So don't you fuckin' dare try and sit there and try and act like you know where the fuck I came from bruh. Cause your ass wasn't there. Never did you once have to live the life I had to. Don't even try and say some shit like that. Spoiled? Mufuckin spoiled? Hell nah...That ain't me bruh. I fought for minez. Ain't nobody had to hand me shit bruh. So that there mijo....

He points at the championship belt.

Emilio Vialpando: I'm gon' be fightin' for mines. Go ahead...Doubt me...Say you better than me. Cause you ain't any different than the puto gringos who doubted my uncles and underestimated them while payin' them less than any other mufucka in they promotion....You go right on ahead cause I'ma just be provin' you how wrong you are.

Cain sits back, shaking his head before bringing the mic back to his lips.

Cain Morgan: You know...maybe 'spoiled' wasn't quite the right word. Maybe I misspoke. Not spoiled, Emilio...Entitled. That's how you behave. Entitled. You don't have to be a rich man, you don't have to come from a life of luxury to behave as though you're entitled to something...And you're proving that right now. You're right. I don't know your life. I wasn't there. I can't speak to what you went through. But if you think for a second, for a fucking second, that you're the only one who's ever had to scrape by to survive in this business...Hell, in this world...then you're a fool. You think you're the only one who ever had to earn their spot? Who ever had to scrape and claw to get by? Who ever had to prove himself by busting his ass, night in and night out? You think that's something only your family ever had to suffer? No, no, no, Emilio, that's where you're wrong. That's where you get things twisted. You seem to think that just because of who you are, because of how hard you work, because of how willing you are to fight for what you want...that that means its yours. That's entitlement. That's what bothers me. I respect your ability. I respect what you're capable of. But if you think for one second you're the only one willing to bust your ass for this...

Cain picks the Championship belt up off the table as he stands up, holding it in front of Emilio's face.

Cain Morgan: Then you're wrong. Dead wrong. You say you're going to fight for this. You're ready to fight HARD for this, right? Good. Because I'm ready to fight even harder to keep it. See, I didn't bust my ass for years, scraping by on the independents to get to this point, I didn't work my ass off to be as good as I could possibly be at this craft, this sport I love, just so I could come in here and flop in my first defense. I didn't pour everything I had into this tournament, into that ladder match, so I could walk into Defiance VI and walk out empty handed. Everything I've done to this point, was for this. This Championship, right here. You think you're the only one who's hungry? Motherfucker I'm starving. You think you're the only one who wants this? Fuck you, I NEED this. And I will do whatever it takes...WHATEVER it takes...to keep it. You think just because you worked your ass off, because you came up hard, that it entitles your hard work to pay off. It doesn't. Because I'm standing right here, in the same exact position as you, and I'm willing to work even harder to make sure that it doesn't. So you keep telling yourself I'm under-estimating you, Emilio. You keep right on thinking that. Whatever it takes to keep that chip on your shoulder. Whatever it takes to keep you sharp. Because when I beat you at Defiance VI? I want to know I beat you at your absolute best. I want there to be no questions. I want there to be absolutely no doubts. I'm glad you're ready to go hard for this, Emilio...because I'm ready to go even harder to hold onto it. And when I beat you at Defiance? It'll serve as notice for the rest of these kids with their #NextWorldChamp slogans that they'll have to be better than the very best to get the job done.

Emilio smirks and nods sitting back down and offers to shake up with Cain.Cain eyes Emilio a bit warily for a moment, then sits back down, laying the belt back on the table before extending his hand to shake Emilio's, the champion and challenger staring each other down a moment before breaking the handshake.

Brandon Banks: *cough* Alright girls....Ready to make this shit official? Lyle you got the pens?

Risky nods and steps over and lays the pens down on the table.

Lyle Risky: Look over all that shit and if it all look straight to you, sign ya name on the dotted lines where needed. Me, B and Star alright done gave our signatures. So yeah...

He looks back to the crowd.

Lyle Risky: I don't know bout y'all but mufucka I'M PUMPED?!

Emilio is seen flipping through the pages making sure everything lines up. He looks up to Cain who is also looking through the contract.

Emilio Vialpando: Errything bueno mijo?

Cain looks up, but doesn't say anything, merely nodding before picking up the pen and briskly signing his name, dropping the contract back on the table when he's finished.Emilio nods and signs the contract and sets the pin to the side.

Lyle and Brandon pick up the contracts and starts to look over them to make sure everything was good to go. A few minutes past and both of the competitors are stuck looking around wondering what is going on. Lyle nods as him and Brandon finish up discussing whatever it was about the contracts.


Brandon Banks: Okay fellas there's a bit of a snag....

Lyle Risky: Not really a snag...Just somethin' we left out....Here's your special referee...

"Betrayal" by Gangstarr hits the system as the crowd reacts immediately with boos. Jason Mentez comes from the back already with a ref shirt in hand focused on both competitors inside the ring. After tucking the shirt into the pocket of his baggy jeans he gains momentum to slide under the rope into the ring. Nonchalant he gives a head nod toward both Banks and Risky before standing at the side of the table between both Emilio and Cain. He gives both a look and just smiles. He waits for a mic to be given to him but notices neither man are willing to part with there's so he looks at Risky. Risky hands him his microphone.

Jason Mentez: Yeah. I decide how this shit go down. Yall don't look too excited, no issue yo. I'ma call this straight. No games, no bullshit and as soon as my hand drop for the three whoever that muthafucka is that got the win won't have time to celebrate. I'm letting both of yall know now so it ain't no surprise, I'm dropping you on ya fuckin head then I'm taking that shit from you.

Emilio stands up as if he was going to say something but he is cut off by Lyle Risky as he snatches the microphone from out of Jason's hands.

Lyle Risky: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT?! IT'S OFFICIAL! EMILIO VIALPANDO VERSUS THE HKW CHAMPION CAIN MORGAN FOR THE TOP STRAP WITH JASON MENTEZ IN THE ZEBRA PRINT AT DEFIANCE SIX!!!!!!!!

The fans begin to cheer. He turns back towards the three men.

Lyle Risky: Y'all night ain't over just yet though...OR Defiance 5?!

Brandon looks out to the cameras.

Brandon Banks: Be right back....

The scene fades into commercial break...

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Returning from commercial break, a trail of blood is seen on the ground. The crowd is silent as they watch on the Platinumtron. The cameraman's gasp is heard in the background.

Cameraman: What in the…

He begins to follow the trail hoping to find it’s source. As he continues this search the spots of blood begin to grow bigger, bigger, bigger and bigger until….the limp and motionless body of Tyrus Mays is shown laying there in a puddle of his very own blood.

Cameraman: Ah man! Ah man!

The camera pans up and there is Gambino standing there with a hand over his mouth.

Gambino: Holy sheeeet, breh!

He looks over at the cameraman.

Gambino: Go get dis mayne some help, yo!

Beeno’s face is full of panic as one of the cameramen run off to get help. Once the cameraman is gone, Gambino’s expression quickly changes into a sly grin.

Gambino: That’s three.

With that, Gambino adjusts his jean cut, exiting the picture as the EMT’s arrive on scene. The EMT’s looks down the hall watching Gambino walk away. He calls out to him…

EMT: Hey! He can you tell us what happened?!

Gambino turns his head just enough to look back at the EMT’s.

Gambino: …. Gambino.

He turns his head makes the first right down the hallway. The medics continue to check on Tyrus Mays as Defiance goes to commercial.

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Ava Adore leaned against the wall, a scowl on her face. Brytain Montgomery stood in front of her, a smirk on her face. She'd obviously been taunting Ava about something and Ava was barely restraining herself from attempting to drop Brytain on her head.

Ava's eyes snap up as sees Brandon Banks walking up behind them, looking mildly relieved when Brytain turns her attention to Banks.


Brandon Banks: Y'all plottin' a robbery or somethin'?

Banks sighs.

Brandon Banks: Damn, Brytain. I could only give you so many alibis, bruh. They gon' know somethin' up real soon!

He grins, turning his attention to Ava.

Brandon Banks: Um... Yeah. Sorry for my drunkin' ramblings and bullspit last night. I'm still on a mission to make you laugh though!

Ava arches an eyebrow.

Ava Adore: Duly noted, Mr. Banks.

Banks rolls his eyes after hearing those words he hates... Mister Banks.

Brandon Banks: I seriously rather you call me a curse word or some shit. Swear, you're just doin' it now to grind my gears or whatever that expression is.

Brandon waves it off, glancing over at Brytain.

Brandon Banks: No dying tonight, right?

Brytain smirks and shrugs her shoulders.

Brytain Montgomery: Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

She turns and leaves Ava and Banks alone in the hallway, both of them shaking their heads in amusement.

Brandon Banks: Girl worries the fuck outta me sometimes, bruh. I swear she's a cat.

Banks shakes his head, turning his attention to Ava.

Brandon Banks: But, aye. I wanted to talk to you. Did I mention some shit last night about you getting a title match? I'm havin' a tough time rememberin' the specifics of last night.

Ava Adore: [Dryly] In between your musings about which mental illnesses each member of the Winnie the Pooh Bear cast may or may not have possessed... you did mention something about it, Mr. Banks.

Brandon's eyes widen, chuckling over the Winnie the Pooh conversation from the night before.

Brandon Banks: Tellin' you Ava... Eeyore? Mawfucka was a sociopath. Ain't nobody that depressed not killin' ninjas left and right... It's not possible.

Brandon waves it off, realizing he was going off track.

Brandon Banks: But, yeah... Back to business. I know you and Annie still got... Some issues y'all wanna settle, and I been thinkin'... That belt Tony carries around? Shits pretty damn nice. Soooo what we're gonna do is take that shit away from Tony, get some custom shit done to it, and we're gonna make it a legitimate HKW title...

Banks looks up in the air and moves his arm with every word he says.

Brandon Banks: The HKW... No Limits championship.

He glances back down at the shorter Ava Adore.

Brandon Banks: And for some reason, I think No Limits fits you perfectly.

Ava rewards him with a slow, slightly predatory smile.

Ava Adore: Indeed it does.

Brandon Banks: There's a smile! We're gettin' somewhere now. But, yeah... Me and Risky still gotta come up with the rules, but honestly? For a title called "No Limits" I really don't think there should be any rules.

He pauses, scratching down on his beard.

Brandon Banks: Ayyyyeee! That's perfect! No Rules... No Limits!

Banks nods his head, clearly feeling himself.

Brandon Banks: Proud of myself, bruh.

Ava arches an eyebrow and gives him a blank, faintly amused look.

Ava Adore: Indeed.

Still nodding his head, Banks adjusts his red thriller jacket before patting Ava on the shoulder.... But he quickly pulls away.

Brandon Banks: Sorry about that... Wouldn't want you to break my hand...

He smirks.

Brandon Banks: The tickle monster doesn't care about no broken hands though!

Ava rolls her eyes in faint amusement and turns to leave just as Brandon is nearly bowled over by a small, blue haired and heavily pregnant Nero Darling. She has a goofy grin on her face as she glomps him with a huge hug.

Nero Darling: Oh crap. I keep forgetting I'm not supposed to gives you hugs at work. Gotta be all professional and stuff.

She holds out a cardboard box of strawberry Pocky.

Nero Darling: Pocky, pookie?

Banks shakes his head, grinning in Nero's direction.

Brandon Banks: Nah, no thanks... I don't really have much of an appetite right now.

Banks sighs, his demeanour quickly changing with Nero now in front of him.

Brandon Banks: Man, Nero... It's so damn hard pretendin' like everything's alright. Like, fuck man... I seriously think I'm startin' to lose it. And everyone else is startin' to notice too.

He sighs once more, leaning his down on Nero's shoulder.

Brandon Banks: I just... Wanna crawl under a rock and just stay there. Like Patrick from Spongebob.

Nero frowns and gives him another hug.

Nero Darling: I hate seeing you all sadfaced and stuffers, big brother. Want me to go kick someones ass? Cuz I totally can.

Brandon takes his head off of her shoulder, and points at her belly.

Brandon Banks: I don't think the lima beans will like that very much. I know what you could do though that maaaay make me feel better.

Banks extends his hand and opens up his palm.

Brandon Banks: Cupcake?

Nero rolls her eyes in amusement and hands him the cupcake she'd had hidden behind her back.

Nero Darling: S'got the pink icing just like you like. Alsooooo... I wanted to askers you somefing.

Brandon looks down at the cupcake, a sincere smile finally appearing on his face.

Brandon Banks: Ask away.

Nero Darling: Soooooooooo... since I'm the GLORIOUS LEADER OF HKW and stuffers...

She smiles brightly.

Nero Darling: I was thinking that we could fire Mr. Tango and replace him wif this.

Nero holds out a stuffed hippo and wiggles it at Brandon. The hippo is a ginger-y shade of red and Nero has attached a little beard to it.

Nero Darling: I really don't think anybody would notice too much. And also, I was thinkingggg that we could have all the drink machines stocked with Kombucha instead of soda.

Brandon still has his eyes on the stuffed hippo, not exactly sure what to say at the moment.

Brandon Banks: It's freaky how much that looks like Tango.

He squints, still staring at the hippo.

Brandon Banks: Real freaky... But... What about Zane? Firing Tango affects her too ya know. What about that Madison chick? She doesn't really do much anyways. I don't even think anyone would notice if she was gone.

Still staring at the hippo, Banks finally looks up and glances at Nero's backpack.

Brandon Banks: What else you got in there? A house? Dang... And I don't even know what Kombucha is? It doesn't really sound good... But I'll make you a deal. Lets give it... Like, three shows. Defiance 8 hosted by Nero Darling... Sound good?

Nero fixes him with a bright smile and glomps him with another hug.

Nero Darling: Yesssssssssssssssssssss! DEFIANCE 8 HOSTED BY HKW'S GLORIOUS LEADER OF EVERYTHING NERO Q. DARLING, ESQ!! BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVURRRRRR.

She digs into her backpack and holds out a bottle of a weird, brownish colored drink with little... things... floating in it.

Nero Darling: And kombucha is a tea made of fermented mushrooms. It's super good but if it's not made right it can kill you. No big deal. Want some?

Nero pushes the bottle at Brandon, holding it under his nose. Brandon sniffs and makes a 'yucky' face before turning his head.

Brandon Banks: I think I'll stick to Brisk... But aye, I think I'm gonna get goin'. I got a flight to London in like... Two hours. You're in charge the rest of the night. If Risky gives you lip...

Banks pauses, wincing after saying his name.

Brandon Banks: Slap the taste out his mouf. You have my permission.

Nero grins and nearly tackles Brandon with another hug.

Nero Darling: You are the bestestest.

She presents him with the rest of the cupcakes she'd made before skipping off. Well, as close to skipping off as a tiny blue haired girl six months pregnant with twins can skip.

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TANK VS. KASEY
TO BE EDITED ONCE RECEIVED.


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Leading the way to the GMs' office is head of security and best childhood friend of Lyle Risky, RED. Following behind him is the self proclaimed HKW Sunshine Champion, Sunshine Tony! RED stops and knocks on the door.

Lyle Risky (voice): COME IN!?

Red nods and opens the door leading Tony in.

RED: Here he go bruh.

Looking up from some paperwork on his desk Lyle smirks as he see Tony.

Lyle Risky: SSUNNNNNNSHINNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Scandalous Tony looks down at his hands, picking something out his nails before reaching for the pink pick his fluffy afro.

Scandalous Tony: Bright, tight and always dynamite. What's the jive Risko?

Tony looks RED up and down.

Scandalous Tony: You look oddly familiar.

Red: PROLLY SEEN ME ON TV.

Lyle Risky: Gon' head and take a seat Tony but first....RED?

Red nods and snatches the Sunshine Championship from Tony's shoulder. He then walks out the room with the championship belt and Lyle holds out his hand directing Tony to sit. Entering the office is Brandon Banks. He sees Tony and Risky chit chatting it up, scratching at the back of his head.

Brandon Banks: Aight. I let Ava know... Does Tony know?

Lyle looks over to Brandon and holds up a finger.

Lyle Risky: He's about to, RED just took his belt.

Banks nods.

Brandon Banks: Aiight. I'ma go back findin Adella and make sure she doin' the wash. Bitch been slackin' on her shit lately... Pissin' me the fuck off.

He winces a bit, his head tilting just a little to the side.

Brandon Banks: Yeah..

Banks turns around and exits the office, glancing back at Risky and Tony before leaving. Risky watches Brandon leave and he looks back over to Tony.

Scandalous Tony: Man where the fuck that fat ass nigga goin' with my shit?!

Lyle Risky: Ay! Chill bruh!

Lyle clears his throat.

Lyle Risky: The Sunshine Championship....Is dead. But the reason we doin' that is cause we makin' it a legit title. And you....You better have me a mink coat ready for me cause you're up for that belt at D6.

Scandalous Tony: Fa real?

Lyle nods.

Lyle Risky: Fa real!

The scene fades as Tony is seen with a smile nodding his head.

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The camera shows Kai sitting down in a chair inside of his locker room, lacing up his black boots as he gets ready for his upcoming match against Brytain Montgomery. He continues for a few moments, before pausing, almost as if sensing something is amiss. Slowly, he looks up, and meets the eyes of the person who has just walked into his locker room

Ava enters quietly, dressed in her street clothes as she doesn't technically have a match that night. She only gives him the tiniest flicker of a smile but her expression is unusually softer than normal.


Ava Adore: Hello, Kai.

Kai stares at her for a few long, quiet moments, before his expression softens slightly at seeing her.

Kai: Hello, Ava...

Ava perches quietly on the arm of one of the chairs in the locker room, resting her chin on her knees as she watches him get ready in comfortable silence.

Kai goes back to lacing his boots, seemingly comfortable with her presence. As he is doing this, he begins speaking to her in a quiet, but unusually (For Him) respectful tone.


Kai: Bored, I take it..?

Ava Adore: [Softly] No...

Kai looks over at her silently, almost as if silently asking her something. Ava meets his eyes and it's almost as though they're having a silent conversation before she speaks quietly.

Ava: Mr. Banks wanted me around tonight... but I dislike the crowds and wanted some solitude.

Kai arches an eyebrow at that, as his black-painted lips quirked slightly.

Kai: [Gruffly] I see. Feel free to make yourself comfortable, I guess. Not exactly much of a Locker Room, but it'll do.

Ava nods, as she responds with her own quirk of the lips.

Ava: [Quietly] And perhaps... I desired your company.

Kai gives a very brief chuckle, before it stops and he looks at the door, his expression switching back to the stoic, emotionless mask.

Ava flicks her eyes over to the door, her unusually soft expression returning to her normal, aloof look.


Kai: I know you're there....Brother.

Ava tilts her head before she slowly stands to leave the two alone.

???: Oh no, don't leave on my account, Ms. Adore...

The door opens, and an individual slowly steps inside. The person looked very similar to Kai. He stood at least three inches taller, and his face was partially hidden by his long, blonde and green dyed hair. His eyes, a miss-matched pair of Otherworldly Bright Green and Light Purple had a manic glint in them as he gave a kind smile to Kai.

Syn: Hello, My Dear Brother. And you as well, Ms. Adore. Am I interrupting?

Ava slowly sits back down, but she no longer appears to be as comfortable as she previously was. She silently gives her head a small shake, her normally reserved and aloof demeanor firmly in place.

Ava: Not at all.

Syn nods, before his eyes meet Kai's. The two brothers silently stare at one another, having a silent conversation with each other as they stand stone still. It's obvious from the body language from them that they are close, but there seemed to be a noticeable amount of tension between the two of them. Finally, after a few moments, Syn's smile lessened slightly, and the glint in his eyes became serious.

Syn: ....Don't seriously harm her...I've asked the same of her towards you.

Kai stares at him for a few long moments, before turning away

Kai: I promise nothing.....but this match will be over quickly if either of us has any say in it.

Syn, realizing it was as good as he was going to get from Kai, gave a short nod as the tension seemed to fade. He gave Kai a slight pat on the shoulder, before turning on his heel to leave, leaving Kai and Ava alone in the locker room.

Ava glances at Kai in an almost curious manner as her body language slowly relaxes into a somewhat comfortable manner as the two of them are alone again. Her demeanor towards Kai is noticeably different than her other interactions, such as the one she'd had with Brytain and Brandon earlier in the evening.

Kai continues watching the door for a few moments, before he does something unexpected. He slowly lowers his head, and lets out a somewhat soft chuckle.


Kai: ...Interesting.

Ava arches an eyebrow in a silent question.

Kai: It's nothing, Ava....nothing at all.

Kai then finishes up preparing for his match. Ava continues to look at him quizzically, the interaction between he and Syn leaving with a slightly amused look in her eyes. When she speaks she has an unusually teasing tone in her soft voice.

Ava: Interesting and nothing? Hmm...

Kai's lips quirk into the smallest of smirks at her teasing tone as he slowly stands, before he walks out of the room.

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"Holding Out For A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler hits the PA as we see Mac Leonard shimmying down the ramp dressed in his usual neon colored suit. He stops midway down the ramp, signing an autograph for a fan before walking up the ring-steps and entering the ring. He motions for Sadee Sanderson McLean to hand him a microphone as his music fades away.

Mac Leonard: So... I'm here, playas!

The audience applauds their beloved Mac Leonard. Mac soaks in the ovation until he turns his head to the commentators station and points his incredibly longer index finger at Brian Mason.

Mac Leonard: YOOOOOOOU.

Mac grins as the camera transitions to Mason and Tango, both with smirks on their face.

Mac Leonard: You wanted the combat worm, playa? Well here he is. Right here in yo' yard, HKW! Now... You gon' be a man and step, or you gon' be like my bottom bitches and play the role I give ya, playa?!

Mark TANGO: Is he serious?

Brian Mason: I guess so.

Brian quickly gets up from his seat and removes his headset, laying it down on the table. He fixes his black blazer before walking over to Sadie and getting a mic from her. He quickly makes his way up the steel steps before entering the ring and walking up to Mac, staying only a few feet away from him.

Brian Mason: How about you shut the hell up, for once in your life?

Some of the audience cheers, while some boo.

Brian Mason: I'll make this short and sweet. You and me are going to have a match or what? I'm tired of you ducking me...

Brian smiles.

Brian Mason: ...PLAYA.

Mac removes his Aviator sunglasses from his face, and mean mugs Mason. Mac starts clenching his fists before tossing his sunglasses into the crowd.

Mac Leonard: You DID NOT just go there....

Mac is fuming, breathing heavily of his nose as he begins taking a few steps back. He rips his lime green blazer off and tosses at Mason and proceeds to legdrop the canvas. Mac struggles back up to his feet, still mean mugging Mason.

Mac Leonard: YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU DEALIN' WITH, PIMPIN'. YOU DON'T WANT NONUH THIS, PLAYA!

The veins in Mac's neck start bulging out as he backpedals some more, exiting the ring.

Mac Leonard: .... The answer... is no.

Brian Mason: Why am I not surprised? Well, if you don't want this match, then I guess I have no choice...

Brian begins to take a few steps towards Mac, the audience exploding in cheers.

"So can you rescue me...?"

"Rescue Me" by Slaughterhouse hits the sound system as an already irate Brandon Banks walks onto the top of the stage. A wide grin appears on Mac's face as he points at Mason and mouths "Now you in trouble" in his direction. Banks waits for the crowd to tone it down, twirling the microphone in his hand before he goes to speak.

Brandon Banks: So... So... Soooooo fed up with this shit, man. So tired of y'all two goin' back and forth with one another, talkin' bout chins eatin' faces and tacky suits. It's at the point where I'm startin' to get annoyed.

Mac's grin starts to fade, realizing that this doesn't sound good for him. Brian looks at Mac for a second, his grin getting even bigger.

Brandon Banks: This shit, bruh? It's gotta end... And since y'all can't agree on a time or a place, how bout I give you one, yeah?

The crowd explodes.

Brandon Banks: Tonights show is pretty much over. We ain't got time for Mac Leonard versus Brian Mason tonight. Shit, I'm gonna need someone to replace Mason on commentary too...

Banks runs his hand down his face, thinking over his idea.

Brandon Banks: So how bout this. Both y'all got two weeks to prepare, and I got two to find a replacement for Mason... Because at Defiance Six... It's gonna be Mac Leonard against Brian Mason!

The crowd roars in approval. Mac looks beside himself, while Mason --

Brandon Banks: This shit? It ends at D-Six. I don't care what stipulations y'all wanna include. Whether it be Mason becoming the new co-host to PT or Mac replacing Mason on commentary... I .... do .... not ... care.... But this ends at Defiance six.

Banks drops the mic as "Rescue Me" plays and Brandon walks back to the back. Brian flashes Mac two fingers, warning him of what's to happen in two weeks before exiting the ring.

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"Wide Is The Gate suddenly begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience cheers. Colton Sterling makes his way through the curtain, a small smile on his face as he looks out at the audience before raising his right arm up, hand in a fist. He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with as many of the front row fans as possible before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, COLTON STERLING

Colton walks over to the nearby corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, where he raises his right arm once more, the same fist balled up again. Colton hops off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to his corner, where he begins to stretch.

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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; currently residing in Hollywood, California... Gia Van Zant!

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.

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DING DING DING

Gia attacks first with a forearm shiver to Colton Sterling's face. She continues the attack until she backs him into the corner, lifting her leg to Colton's throat and choking the life out of him. Gia presses against Colton's throat until the referee counts to five and is forced to rip her away. As Gia argues with referee Robinson, Colton explodes out of the corner and hits Gia with a running Yakuza kick. He goes for the cover...


One...


Two....


Kickout!


As the match progresses, Colton stays in firm control until Gia comes out of nowhere with a picture perfect Springboard roundhouse. She climbs to the top rope, waits for Colton to get up and hits a crossbody block! She makes the cover.


One...


Two....


Kickout!

Gia doesn't let up on her attack, grabbing a handful of Colton's hair, slamming the back of his head against the mat repeatedly. Gia kept the match at her pace until Colton catches her off guard with a swinging neckbreaker. Colton looks for his patent "Shining Wizard" but Gia ducks her head just in time, and connects with her own step-up enzuguri! She makes the cover...


One...


Two....


Kickout!

From that point on, the match went back and forth with neither competitor getting a firm advantage. The two end up on the outside of the ring, taking turns bashing each others faces off the announce table until the bell rings, causing confusion between the two.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the amount of time given for this match has expired.

Both Gia and Colton are infuriated. They glare at one another, and continue to fight on the outside! It takes five members of security to stop the fight.

Time Limit Draw (20:00)

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Outside the Dynasty Spectrum we see Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky's intern, Adella, scarfing away on an ice cream cone. Exiting the Dynasty Spectrum is one Brandon Banks. Once he steps out of the door, he turns his head and sees Adella eating away at her ice cream cone.

Brandon Banks: Seriously....?!

Adella jumps just as she hears Brandon's voice. Her eyes widen as she looks over at her boss.


Adella: Mister Banks! I was just about ---

Brandon cuts her off.

Brandon Banks: All.... fucking.... night.... I've been lookin' for you... And I find you... Out here... In the freezing cold... With an ice cream cone in yo hand?!

Adella tosses the cone to the side, not realizing she has smeared Vanilla ice cream all over the face.


Adella: I'm sorry, Mister Banks. I was just... I was just...

WHAP! Before Adella can say another word, Banks nearly decapitates her with his patent Bank Shot. Adella drops like a sack of potatoes as Banks walks over toward her and bends down by her head.

Brandon Banks: .... Fired.

Banks stands back up right and grins. He walks into the parking lot toward his car while Adella lays motionless on the sidewalk.

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"There's no holding me back / I'm not driven by fear / I'm just driven by anger"

"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he quickly starts walking down the isle to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, then crosses his arms as he awaits his opponent.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 Pounds, KAI!!!

The world is a vampire... sent to drain...
Secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames...
and what do I get?... for my painnnn...


The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thunder from the sound system, there is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightning as the crowd starts to realize who it is.

Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in a cage...
Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in cage...
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved...


Brytain Montgomery bursts onto the stage, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Pausing at the top of the ramp, she smirks as the heavy beat of the music vibrates throughout the arena. Brytain stalks down towards the ring, grabbing the second rope and quickly hopping onto the ring apron.

Tell me I'm the only one...
Tell me there's no other one...


As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain stands face to face with Kai, neither moving or flinching. They seem to be having a silent conversation and brother-in-law and sister-in-law smirk at each other quietly.

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DING! DING! DING!

Kai looks to end the match early and goes for a straight up wrestling take down. He tries to keep Brytain grounded, possibly in an attempt to keep the normally high flying Montgomery from being able to flip around the ring. The two go back and forth with Kai attempting an early pin that Brytain fights out of twice.

As the pair engage again, it turns into an almost eloquently fluid battle of submissions with each of them countering the moves of the other. This goes on for a while, the crowd watching as the two grapple before Kai attempts to lock in The Crossface but she counters out of it with an armdrag. Montgomery then gets a running start, springboarding off of the top rope and attempting a crossbody. Kai counters it by catching her and swinging her around into the he Gotch Style Tombstone Piledriver.

The two continue to trade off back and forth, nearly evenly matched, until the action spills out of the ring with Kai knocking Brytain from the top turnbuckle before she can hit him with the Thrillkiller. Kai attempts a running suicide dive to the outside of the ring but Montgomery rolls out of the way and Kai hits the announce table spine first.

Uncharacteristically, Brytain takes her time climbing to her feet, possibly to give Kai time to recover. As she turns around, Kai is struggling to his feet and the two climb back into the ring, continuing to run through an impressive arsenal of technical wrestling maneuvers.

Kai has Brytain locked into the Crossface and it looks almost as though she may tap although she's held on much longer than most would when suddenly there is a crack as Darwin Ridley races to the ring and nails Kai in the back of the head with a steel chair.

Montgomery is on her feet as Ridley hits Kai again with the steel chair. She looks absolutely furious as she stares Ridley, who is not paying her any attention down. With his attention focused on Kai, Montgomery spins him around and plants a foot in his gut before she nails him with The Killing Joke.

She picks up the discarded chair and wails on Ridley until security comes to pull her away.


Winner: No Contest (17:55)

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Leaning back against the wall is one half of the HKW tag team champions, Felicity. She has her title directly in front of her face as she plays with her, staring at her reflection in the championship.

Felicity: You're so pretty. So, so prettyyyyy!

She giggles, still staring into the championship.

Felicity: Aweeee, don't feel bad! You're cute too championship belt!

She tosses the title around her shoulder and smirks.

Felicity: And you look amazing on me. Of course you do. Everything looks better on me. Yeah, cocky Fel is cocky.

She wanders down the hallway, waving at a number of different HKW personal backstage. Nearing the entrance way, she sees an unfamiliar face putting on a referee shirt. She walks up toward him, and stops directly in front of him.

Felicity: New referee?

The man looked down to his shirt and back up to Felicity, trying to make sure he was properly dressed. He was bouncing on the heels of his feet as he looked to the incomer with a bit of surprise.

Lee: Oh, hey. Umm. I'm Lee. It's nice to meet you.

Felicity smiles and extends her hand.

Felicity: Hey. I'm Felicity, and it's nice to meet you too.

Felicity shakes her head, looking away from Lee.

Felicity: I swear, I feel like the welcoming committee around here. Last week it was Zakk... This week it's you.

She bites down on her lip.

Felicity: So much for that 'never talk to strangers' thing my mommy taught me.

She shrugs, pulling the title from around her shoulder and into her hand.

Felicity: Eh, no big deal. You don't seem like one of those bad strangers she warned me about.

Felicity looks at Lee's referee shirt, and the whistle around his neck.

Felicity: Brandon and Risky are really giving the referees whistles?

Lee felt around on his chest and wrapped his fingers around the whistle, still looking at the ground and evading eye contact.

Lee: I--... I had to buy it on my way here. They gave me the uniform and stuff. So.. You're a champion around here, huh? It's not everyday I get to meet someone like you. I seem to be surrounded by a lot of talent here.

Felicity: Eh, it's alright. There's some scrubs here and there. Like Gwendolyn Massey? Yeah, stay away from her. She's bad news... And really ugly... I hear she doesn't shave her armpits either... Freakin' caveman bitch.

Yeah. It was easy to tell Felicity did not like Gwendolyn. She notices Lee avoiding eye contact, walking a little closer toward him.

Felicity: Um.. Everything okay? You seem... I don't know... Weirded out?

He shrugged and finally looked to Felicity.

Lee: Just not use to everything is all.

He smiled to her and put his hands in his pockets.

Lee: Who do you face tonight?

Felicity: The HKW Champion, Cain Morgan, and the number one contender Emilio Via-something. His damn last name is like a tongue twister. Pretty sure you're reffing that match too since you're getting ready and we're coming up soon.

Felicity looks as if she's deep in thought, looking up in the air.

Felicity: Yeah. You definitely are refereeing that match. Don't let me down out there, okay?

Felicity reaches out her arm and gives Lee a tap on the booty, startling the new referee before giving him a little wink.

Felicity: Go team go!

She waves as Lee raises an eyebrow in surprise and laughs to himself.

Lee: I think I'm going to like it here.

With that, Lee finishes getting himself together as the show goes to commercial.

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We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say

We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway!


The arena explodes as "Critics and Cynics" by Icon For Hire hits the sound system, signaling the arrival of the HKW tag team champions, Descent. Felicity and Ashley come out onto the ramp, both holding their respective championship in the air. Felicity walks onto one side of stage and points at the fans with grin on her face, while Ashley goes to the opposite end of the stage holding her title belt in one hand and the other hand held high as well.

Sadee Sanderson McLean:Coming to the ring at this time... At a combined weight of 249 pounds, they are the team of Ashley Sullivan and Felicity.... DESSSCENTTTTTT!!!

They meet back at the center of ramp, and walk down the aisle, slapping the hands of a few lucky fans. They slid in underneath the ropes, rise to their feet, and proudly hold their titles in the air, awaiting the match to begin.

"Down" by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp with the HKW Championship resting on his shoulder. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans almost entirely.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: And their opponents...Coming to the ring, weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, The HKW Champion, Cain Morgan!

He slides into the ring and immediately heads to his corner, where he methodically removes his sunglasses, jacket, tie, and shirt, placing them painstakingly neatly in the corner before doing some last minute stretching before bell time.

Bout That Life hits the PA System as the lights in the arena begin to flash red, white and green.


It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio
Looking at a guy out here hollering my name
When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor
In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made
You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!)
Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun!


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!"

These pussy ass niggas
Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8


He chuckles a little and stops in the middle of the ramp staring at the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his partner, weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!!

Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo
Young nigga in the low low
Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO


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.

44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke
In the hood where there ain't no hope
Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap
Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke.


He nods as he seems very confident in himself. He then points to the sky and crosses his heart before stepping down to the mat. He then looks across the ring at the two ladies he and Cain will be taking on before looking back over to Cain.

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The two have a moment as they stare at one another. Cain volunteers to be first to go Emilio shakes his head and pushes Cain back. He walks to the center of the ring and waves on the girls to come on. Cain is seen shaking his head as he exits the ring and onto the apron. Ashley Sullivan steps up. The ref then calls for the bell

DING, DING, DING!

Emilio gets the upper hand after sprinting towards Ashley who dodges a clothesline from him but was met with a Pele Kick as she turned around. Emilio stood to his slapping his chest. He picks up the fallen Sullivan and foolishly irish whips her into her corner where Felicity awaits. Felicity tags herself in without Emilio noticing as he sprints over to try and hit a running eziguri. Felicity pulls Ashley out of the way saving her causing Emilio to fall onto the mat.

Felicity in the ring now has capitalized on Emilio's mistake as she has him down on the ground in a headlock. Emilio starts to get up as the fans cheer him on and gets up to his feet. As he does he elbows Felicity in the gut and hits a snap suplex. When getting up he quickly hits a standing moonsault going for the pin.

One

KICKOUT!

Emilio doesn't waste any time to argue with the ref as he gets up to his feet and drags Felicity over to his corner. tagging in Cain. Cain gets in the ring drops an elbow on Felicity. He picks up Felicity and hits a snap suplex. Before the HKW Champion could pick her backup Felicity grabs ahold of him with her feet and trips him. She pounces on top of him throwing punches. She gets up to her feet waiting for Cain to get up to his feet. She runs over to him going for a leg lariat. She successfully hits it and gets up to tag in Ashley who has been awaiting her turn to have an actual run in this match.

After Ashley being tagged in she has been nothing less than on fire! Cain standing groggily, Ashley bounces off the ropes and goes for a Crucifix pin!

One!

Two!

ThreeeeeeeKickout!

Ashley can't believe her ears as he then goes for a reverse arm bar. Cain yelps in pain. Emilio watching on begins to get impatient as he calls out for his partner to get out of the hold. Emilio notices Cain not being able to withstand the pain as he gets in climbs on the top turnbuckle and hits a leg drop on Ashley breaking the hold! Emilio drags over Cain by the arm Ashley was pressuring. As Cain grits in pain Emilio can't help but laugh. He exits the ring and tags himself in. He tries to go for Ashley but she has just tagged in Felicity who hits a hurricarana on him. Felicity then sprints over to hit a jumping ddt when seeing Emilio getting up. She goes for a pin.

One





Two





Kickout!

Felicity brings him up with her and begins a few arm drag variations until that is all put to a stop when Emilio pokes he in the eye. She stumbles back as Emilio notices she can't see. He runs over to the ropes and jumps off the top and hits a Springboard Reverse DDT! He gets up and hits a rolling thunder afterwards. He stands up pumping up the crowd. He tags in Cain but before getting out he hits a Lionsault on Felicity to make sure his partner has a good chance.

Cain takes over the match as he has Felicity pinned up in the corner he begins to do a variation of Kawada kicks ending it with a spinning kick. Felicity falls to her knees and Cain drags her into position as he then hits a Apollyon Crash from the top rope. He goes for the pin but is broken up at the two after Ashley dives in and hits a dropkick in his face. Emilio seeing gets in the ring and spears Ashley outside of the ring.

The fans start to go wild!

Outside of the ring Emilio and Ashley go at it while Cain holding his head still has the upperhand on Felicity. He lifts his knee into her gut as he holds her hits a folding press bomb! He goes for the pin

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ThrrrrrrKickout!!!!

Cain stumbles back a little as Felicity kicks out. He smirks, admiring her toughness and waits for her to try and get up. He then sprints to go for a Shining Enziguri. Felicity quickly ducks. Cain catches himself and turns to Felicity who is up to her feet. She hits the Light Dreams! Cain raises his hand ready to tap!

Emilio outside the ring irish whips Ashley into the steel steps before he sees what's going on in the ring. He begins to sprint in to save Cain but...........HE TAPS!

The ref calls for the bell!


Winner(s): Descent via Submission (27:38)

Felicity rolls out of the ring as she goes to get her partner. The ref runs over giving the ladies their Tag Team Titles. Both of the ladies begin to point and laugh as the fans cheer all competitors on. The ref then slides in the ring as Emilio is seen kneeling down next to Cain checking on him. The ref hands Cain his championship belt. Emilio looks down at the title as the men are both stand in the middle of the ring when Cain takes the title. Cain sets it on his shoulder noticing Emilio eyeing the belt. Emilio then looks up to Cain and the two begin to stare into each others eyes as the tension in the arena begins to grow. The crowd now a bit divided as one half chanting Cain's name and the other half LAX but overall all cheering. The scene slowly fades as the PDW and HKW logos appear on the screen with the fans' chants heard in the background.
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The arena goes dark and multi-coloured strobe lights shine through the arena as “Topless” by Breaking Benjamin plays through the speakers. Kasey walks through the curtain onto the stage to the cheers of the fans. She walks to the ring in time with the music, extending her hands to the fans along the way.


Sadie Sanderson McLean:The following is a no disqualification match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia; weighing in at 170 pounds, KASEY FONTAINE!

She walks up the steps and enters the ring, mounting the turnbuckle and raising his right fist in the air, causing more cheers to erupt from the crowd. Her theme fades out as she drops back to the mat.

"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

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey; weighing in at 300 pounds; TANK!

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!

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. He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner. Tank stretches as he prepares for the match.

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DING! DING! DING!

The ref quickly calls for the bell and Kasey quickly charges towards Tank, angry at what had happened a few weeks ago. Tank only manages to take a step or two forward before getting smashed with a right forearm to the face. The big man out of Jersey City quickly rolls out of the ring, but Kasey runs towards the ropes and dives between them before hitting a suicide dive that knocks Tank backwards ad leaves her on the ground for second.

Beeno quickly makes his way over to the two laid out and goes to check on Tank, only to stop in his tracks as he sees Kasey getting up. She begins to make a move towards Beeno, looking to get her hands on him, but he is much faster and begins to run around the ring, Kasey following close by. Once they make a full square, Kasey turns and runs right into Tank, who takes her head off with a clothesline! Kasey falls to the ground, holding her neck, as Tank gets to his feet. He grabs Kasey by the head and lifts her up to both feet before tossing her right into the barricade. Tank then grabs her and rolls her back into the ring.

Tank gets a steel chair from under the ring before entering the ring with it. Kasey is already up to her feet and notices the chair being close to her opponent's face, so she charges forward and does a Yakuza kick, driving the chair right into Tank's skull and laying him out. SHe goes for the cover...


ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Kasey grabs the steel chair and drives into Tank's chest five times before tossing it away and exiting the ring. She grabs a kendo stick as her new weapon and enters the ring to start beating Tank down with that. Unfortunately, as she's doing that, Beeno has slid back into the ring, brass knuckles around his right fist. He taps Kasey on the shoulder and she just stops her attack to turn around, only to get drilled with said brass knuckles on the jaw, laying her out.

Tank, who is holding his chest in pain quickly makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean:The winner of this match, TANK!

Gambino raises Tank's arm up high in the air, looking hype about his client's latest victory.

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