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| Riskodamous | Apr 27 2014, 12:51 PM Post #1 |
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![]() HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 7! Dynasty Spectrum - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Sunday, January 5th, 2014 I CAN ALMOST TASTE IT! A scene of both Cain Morgan and Emilio Vialpando reaching for the HKW Championship from the top of a ladder flashes on the screen Yeah, can't stop now... This may be the last chance I get, to be famous A clip of Scandalous Tony hopping up and down shaking his arms as he warms up in his locker room while watching Defiance fades in... You dream of trading places, I have been changing faces You cannot fill these shoes, there is too much to lose Darwin Ridley is seen sitting on a dark and evil type throne as one and two kneel before him. Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenseless There is too much to lose, You cannot fill these shoes Jackson Strong is seen running the backstage hallways looking back behind as a group of men in leather and jean cuts are seen watching him run. I just wanna be famous... Xavier Asher Daniels is seen standing before a crowd ...But...Be careful what you wish for! A clip of Joey Perello beating Prince McRear up backstage. After he is done he smirks and lets out a small chuckle before walking away showing off his cut.. I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Roethlisberger I go berserker than a fed up post office worker Jason Mentez is seen walking out onto the stage with a cocky smirk on his face as he looks around at the crowd. A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter Tank is seen throwing a table into the lockers as if he was pissed about something as he yells out. Felicity and Ashley Sullivan are shown talking to Annie Zellor. They turn around and give a member of staff the #grrface. Lowering the totem til' he showed 'em, defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit, his bridges, he out wrote 'em A Defiance logo flashes on the screen as Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky are seen sitting in their office behind the desks with their feet propped up on the them. 'm back for revenge. I lost the battle, that ain't happening again Kai is seen kneeling looking up as he moves his black long hair away from his face revealing his angered expression. I'm at your throat like strep I step strapped with a pen Banksquiat is seen getting into someones face. Metaphors wrote on my hand, some are just stored in my memory Some are wrote on a napkin, do what I have to to win. Gwen Massey is seen hanging over the ropes laughing at her opponent. Pulling out all stops, any who touch a mic priors Highlights for both Star & Angel Deveraux then fades as you think it would be the end... Is not even Austin Powers, how the fuck are they Mike Myers And tell that psycho to pass the torch to the whacko 'for I take a shit in his jackolantern then smash it on his porch Michael Myers is seen sitting on the steps next to a jackolantern. The camera then zooms into his eyes as the Hard Knox Wrestling logo fades in. ![]() "Almost Famous" by Eminem continues to blare over the arena sound system as the fans jump to their feet and erupt into cheers to witness the upcoming show. The atmosphere is live tonight as the camera pans around the crowd, showing a number of different fan signs brought into the arena. At the conclusion of the video we see the camera transition to the top of the ramp. Two podiums are at each end of the ramp, one with “BB” on it, and the other reading “Risky.” Next to the podiums are boxes of t-shirts, and four golden colored envelopes laying flat on the podium. In between the podiums is non other than the Chief of Security, Lonny “RED” Ohno with a mic in hand. RED: YO! YO! YOOOOO! Fans continue to cheer, amped up for tonights show. RED: YO CUT THAT MUSIC OFF BRUH?! The music slowly fade away. RED: ALRIGHT SO OBVIOUSLY WHAT WE GOT GOIN’ ON HERE IS SOME FEMALE BEEF LIKE SHIT THAT DONE BROUGHT UP THIS UH...DRAFT? BUT THIS AIN’T NO REGULA DRAFT. THE WINNIN’ MEMBER OF EACH TEAM IS GON’ GET A TITLE SHOT, AND FIFTY GRAND CASH MOOONEY. Red pauses a moment, hearing the roar coming from the crowd. RED: LET’S GET THE TWO BIG BOSS MEN OUT HERE. INTRODUCIN’ FIRST! HE IS A FORMA PDW BLOODSHED CHAMPION. A FORMER PDW PRODIGY CHAMPION. A FOUR TIME PLATINUM AWARD WINNA. AND THE ONE AND ONLY PLATINUM MEDALIST…… BRAAANNNDDDOONNNN BAAANNNKKKKSSSS!!!!! “Rescue Me” by Slaughterhouse hits the sound system as Banks comes out onto to the ramp, receiving a monstrous ovation from the crowd. Wearing a custom made Armani suit, Banks adjusts the cuffs to his undershirt as he makes his way over toward Red, waving at the crowd. Once Banks is a few feet away from Red, he charges in and does a jumping chest bump to Red, not even staggering the big man back, but knocking Brandon nearly on his ass. After readjusting himself, Banks smirks at the crowd and stands at his podium, motioning for his music to be cut. Brandon Banks: Special occasion issshh we got here tonight, bruh. Seems like every HKW show me, Risky and Nero give y’all folk special though, don’t it? A small yes chant breaks out in the crowd. Brandon Banks: Thought so. But aye. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the talent we got backstage. Man, I’ll tell ya… Them young’n’s back there all hungry. Them young’n’s back there always at each others throats. Them young’n’s back there all aspire to hold gold, and get paid along the way… And this match? Banks chuckles into the mic. Brandon Banks:: This match gives them all of that all wrapped into one. See, this match isn’t all about me and Risky. This jawn right here? It’s about the eight lucky competitors we choose to be on our squads. It’s about the four lucky winners that are all gon’ get a title shot, and fifty grand! The crowd roars once again, bringing another smile to Banks’ face. Brandon Banks: Now… Fifty grand divided by four is just pocket change to me, but for y’all? Aye, that amount of money can do a lot of things for ya. I could pick Ashley Sullivan and this bread will pay off her college books, and some tuition. I could pick Hunter Werth and get that ninja a better neck, and a good chiropractor. Hell, I could pick Mikey fuckin’ Myers and he could go out and buy himself new machete. That’s the beauty of this whole thing. This match? It’s dubbed as the Clash of th GM’s… But it ain’t all about that. It’s about eight HKW stars stepping up, and getting to the next level.. It’s about… “Guap” by. Big Sean hits the PA System and out steps Co-GM Lyle Risky dancing to the beat as he comes through the curtains and onto the stage. Fans immediately rise to their feet and yelling up to the top of their lungs. Lyle in his baby blue suit turns does a quick spin and points out to the crowd with a huge smile on his face. He looks over to Brandon who seems annoyed by him coming out while he was talking. He waves him off a little looks towards his best childhood friend RED. He limp walks over and shake his up him while pulling in for a hug. He walks over to his podium after having a few words with his best friend. He stops and looks out to the fans and nods before the music fades away. Lyle Risky: It’s about seein’ just who is HUNGRY enough to earn them one of them there envelopes. Like B done said, these young fellas are hungry...Mighty, mighty hungry. Shit they hungrier than RED?! He looks over to RED and smirks. He slightly shrugs. Lyle Risky: Okay, maybe not that hungry. But still….Hungry enough to want to be and become the best in this business. Who wants to make it close to the next level? Cause you know….IT’S LEVELS TO THIS SHIT! And we just gon’ see who gon’ come on top. Lyle looks over to Brandon and sighs. Lyle Risky: Now this...This might of began as beef between me and this dude here. All the fantastic moments we shared...And now look at us? Shit just silly...How all this could of been resolved with just a simple apology from his ass! Banks looks baffled, his eyes widening right after hearing Risky’s words. Brandon Banks: You woulda got yo damn apology if you didn’t have RED build that stupid ass wall. That shit still up? Cause when this match over, I’m knocking that shit down! NO MORE GREAT WALL OF HARD KNOX, BRUH. Banks takes a minute to compose himself. Brandon Banks: You goin’ down, Risky… And you’ll be the one apologizing to me! No homo. Lyle Risky: Me? Lyle begins to laugh shaking his head and waving his finger. Lyle Risky: I ain’t gon’ be doin’ shit for you. You know what...I get it now B. You took me for granted all this time. When I fuckin’ managed yo ass! When we set up and produced one of the hottest reality shows. Don’t forget the fuckin’ movie we was talkin bout doin’?! And this shit? Our fuckin’ friendship!? You took this all for granted. You wanna know how I knew that? THE MOMENT YOU CAME AT ME SIDEWAYS! Cause of what? CAUSE I GOT A FUCKIN’ PROMOTION?! You told me to go ahead and take the shit. You know I didn’t even wanna leave you, Tank and Shark behind like that...But you said gon’ head it’d be good for me. So i took yo fuckin’ advice and I went out there and accepted that damn promotion. Risky looks away heated now. Lyle Risky: Let’s get this shit over with. Banks grunts. Brandon Banks: Did you even manage Shark for a match? Hell, did you manage Tank for a match? Nah. That shit don’t compare so don’t try that shit. Banks looks away from Risky, glancing over at RED. Brandon Banks: Lets get this shit goin’. RED: AIGHT THEN, LETS GO. WE DONE DID A COIN FLIP BACKSTAGE, AND B. YOU GOT THE FIRST PICK! Brandon smirks as he walks over to the box of t-shirts next to his podium, pulling a bright yellow #TeamBB shirt. He then grabs an envelope from the top of the podium, getting back into position to make his selection. Brandon Banks: With my first pick… I’m selectin a man of few words. A man that marches to the beat of his own drummer. A man who woulda won the GO Contract ladder match if he ain’t wanna take out Ridley.. The crowd cheers his name as Banks looks over with a smirk. Brandon Banks: That’s right… With my first pick, I select non other than KAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!!! ![]() "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the setup t the top of the ramp, unamused as usual. He saunters his way toward Banks, as the Co-GM tosses the #TeamBB shirt over Kai’s shoulder, and hands him his envelope. Kai pays Banks, Red, or Risky no mind as he turns back around and makes his way back to the backstage area. Risky snaps his fingers and shake his head. He must of wanted Kai on his team. Lyle Risky: Since this bum wants to brown nose Syn so damn much and pick up his little brother...I’m pick someone who done been puttin’ in work since the day she stepped into HKW. She comes in here and proves each and every time that she shouldn’t be taken lightly….Let’s cut this intro bull shit...My number one draft pick is…. ![]() He stalls for a moment and takes out a baby blue t-shirt that reads #TeamRisko as “Topless” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. Kasey walks out onto the stage and fans cheer for her. When approaching Risky he hands her the t-shirt and also a golden envelope. RED watches Kasey’s ass as she walks toward the back, and Banks stands back biting down on his lip. You can see Banks whisper “I was gonna pick her” in RED’s direction as Red shrugs it off. RED: AND THAT’S IT FOR ROUND ONE LADIES AND HOS. WE GON’ BE BACK AT THE MIDWAY POINT FOR PICKS TWO AND THREE, YA HEARDD! “Chris Tucker” by J.Cole hits the sound system as Brandon and Lyle meet in the center of the ramp and exchange words. The two look like they’re about to take their coats off and throw their hands, but RED steps in between them as we go to commercial. ![]() ![]() Outside the Dynasty Spectrum we see the HKW tag team champions kicking around the snow on the ground. Felicity bends down and grabs a handful of snow, smushing it into a ball with a slick grin on her face. Felicity: Ashhhhhlllllleeeeyyyyyyyyy! Ashley turns around just in time to see the ball of snow heading right towards her face, quickly ducking enough to leave it glancing against your shoulder. Ashley: You bitch! She laughs as she bends down to gather up a ball of her own, patting it down with gloved hands. Ashley: Two can play that game. Have to get in payback while I can before this melts. Give each other a better fight than either of will get soon as we go in there. Felicity gets in defensive mode, but still catches a snowball right to the chin. Felicity: Oh my god! In my mouth, though?! Please don’t tell me that was yellow snow. Felicity wipes the snow off of her mouth, and pats it off of her mittens before running towards the Spectrum entrance. Felicity: I’ve had enough of all that this snow stuff. I’m all wet, and my socks are uncomfy! Ashley: Jeez, one shot to the chin and you get all huffy and puffy. No wonder it’s not your thing. Felicity darts toward the door, grabbing Ashley by her coat and pulling her with her. Just as they reach the door, Selena King comes out of the door, and makes eye contact immediately with Felicity and Ashley. Selena King: Hey guys! Great interview last week! I hear you guys have some big news this week, huh? Felicity looks as if she’s seen a ghost. Ashley looks at both back and forth herself stunned by what Selena said. Ashley: Wait, what? Is it seriously that much out there? Selena shrugs her shoulders. Selena King: Well, us interviewers tend to find things out a lot quicker than others do, isn’t that right Fel? Selena nudges Felicity playfully with her arm, smiling in her direction. Felicity nervously giggles, then runs into the Spectrum, not saying a word to Ash or Selena. Selena King: What’s wrong with her? Ashley looks the direction Felicity ran to looking concerned. Ashley: I… don’t think she wanted it to come out like this. Ashley runs to follow after her into the Spectrum, calling out her name. Ashley: Hey, Felly, wait up! This isn’t a bad thing. Ashley continues running toward her partner as the scene fades out. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up with Anya sitting in the seat of the Co-General Manager's at the desk trying to make sure everything was organized and everything was in order because apparently, the last woman who had this position didn't do anything they were supposed to have done. Missing files, outdated forms, the whole thing. Anya ran her fingers through her hair as she let out a soft sigh and lowered her head. Shaking it from left to right trying to figure out the most 'simplest' way she could do this without overworking herself while her superiors made childish bets and while the children of HKW were at play in the squared circle. Anya Hunter: There is no way in hell.. I'll be able to fix all this trash that has accumulated thus far.. unless.. Naw, if I did that I'd be busy all night and would miss some of the best matches for Defiance VII. What to do, what to do.. Anya rested her head on the desk and she tapped it with her fingers trying to decide which would be 'best for business' if you will. With a soft knock on the office door, her head sprang up to see who was the person or persons who interrupted her thoughts. Stand there with in the cut was Kayla Callahan-Maivia, not only one of Hard Knox Wrestling's prospects but also a close friend to Ms. Hunter as well. Kayla Callahan: Working hard? Anya Hunter: Yeah, I cannot say the same for you though.. or is it that your match hasn't happened yet? Kayla walked into the room and leaned against the wall semi rear the desk and she shook her head before returning her gaze at the woman who sat at the desk. Kayla Callahan: Nope, it's a little bit later. I came to mess with Banks, seeing he's been ducking me lately. Last week I found Nero here, that was funny and this week I find you doing what appears to be something the Managers should be doing.. aye? Anya shook her head and looked back at the files on the desk as well as the ones on the monitor and then towards Kayla with a pleasant smile on her features Anya Hunter: You think? Nonetheless, it's my job now. Assistant to the General Managers you know? I handle all the stuff that many people wouldn't know about behind the scenes. It's tedious yes, but I'll have a system established before the end of the night so that this will NEVER happen again. Enough about me though, How has HKW been to you? I've seen you've made a couple of friends lately Ms. Loner? Kayla sucked her teeth before turning her head away from Anya with a smirk on her features Kayla Callahan: Never that, I've just made myself known in a way that will get me to the top very soon. No more and no less. I mean, I even took a break away from twitter because I personally got tired of the same shit being said over and over. It's a new year and people are still doing the same shit not even a couple days in. Nothing ever changes and people sure as hell don't. Anya rose her brow towards the last comment Kayla made before chuckling under her breath Kayla Callahan: Something funny? Anya Hunter: If you must ask yes; You. People don't change but I am looking at the biggest example of one changing right in front of me? From sweetheart to total badass in under five seconds. I agree with you slightly but always, different opinions huh? Kayla Callahan: I suppose. Anya taps some files together and she pulls out her phone to check something before mumbling some curse words under her breath.. Anya Hunter: Looks like I'm going to be here for a while trying to get things together. Kayla, You know we are the best of friends, I hope you go out there tonight and do what you need to do for you. I hold no favoritism. Continue to make the impact that you want, not anyone else. Kayla rolled her eyes and patted the woman sitting down on her shoulder Kayla Callahan: Noted. I'll handle my business and do my job and I'd expect you to do yours, seeing its cleaning up other people shit. Anya Hunter: Fuck you.. The two women shared a laugh before Kayla walked out of the office and Anya took one more glance back at the paperwork and once again, her head fell onto the desk and she made whining noises ![]() ![]() ‘Revolution Man’ by The Union Underground hits the speakers softly in the background as the Platinumtron begins to static. It fades to a black screen before Zero McHannon pops up on the video feed. He wasn’t looking at the camera, but to someone off screen. Zero was pointing and gave a cough. Zero McHannon: Can you get me a bottle of water while you’re out there? My throat is dry as hell and I left mine in the car. Voice in Background: Give it yo damn self. Zero McHannon: What the hell?!? I see... That’s how it’s going to be, huh? I’ll remember that. He turns around and to his surprise and realizes the camera is on. His eyes get big as he begins to fix the focus on the camcorder. Zero McHannon: Supppp, Hard Knox Wrestling! I’m your commentator for the evening and special guest. Most of you are probably asking why I’m here. I don’t need any other reason besides that I was asked to. Also, I’m here to support my homie, Gambino. You guys wouldn’t think I’d miss his match would you? Out of nowhere, a water bottle smacks Zero in the side of the face as he turns in that direction looking pissed. Zero McHannon: You’re lucky I’m busy. Go be cute somewhere else, asshole. All you can hear is laughing and footsteps as someone leaves the room. Zero finally gets some silence and adjusts the camera one last time. Zero McHannon: I was asked to give you guys some sort of pep talk before the show kicked off tonight. Frankly, I’m not going to lecture you. You’re all grown ass adults, able to think and act on your own. What I do want to talk to you guys is about careers and how withstand everything that comes with it. Honestly, I’m no expert at this, but seeing as it’s what I know well, it’s what I’m going to talk about. He takes a drink from the water bottle and points at the screen. Zero McHannon: This is wrestling. This job isn’t like any other in the world. Not only are you taking hits and bumps, you’re doing it more than any normal athlete. This is a business that goes on year long, with or without you. You’re going to get hurt. You’re going to lose matches, friends, and equipment. You’re going to bleed and the fans are going to judge you every step of the way through your career. You might win a shit ton of tiles, or you might win only that big one... Either way, you’re career is what you make of it. You’re going to cross a lot of drama and problems along the way, it’s how you take it that defines you as a person. You’re not invincible, nor will you ever be. Zero sighs into the camera. Zero McHannon: Honestly, just appreciate it while it lasts because that won’t be forever. Always find a way to separate your life from work. They can’t exist together. Look around you right now. Those same people standing around you right now aren’t going to be there years from now. You will all either give up, carry on somewhere else, or move on with something better. Chances are, you’re not going to see these same people down the road. Make the times you have with this group special. Enjoy it, because when it fades away, you won’t see that that’s exactly the same way your wrestling career will fade. Love it. Live it. Respect the sport, if not your competitors. He puts his hand on top of the camera and moves closer. Zero McHannon: You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. Without further lecture, you know what time I think it is? Time to get this shit started. I’m here to see just what some of you are made of, don’t let me down. Let me see a show you guys can be proud of. Let’s do this. ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. "Dance with the devil" by Breaking Benjamin blasts through the PA, 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: Introducing first... From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS! The debuting Milo Boyd is shown already in the ring, watching Zakk's entrance. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, already inside the ring... Milo Boydddd! Match One Singles Match ![]() ![]() The match began with strikes from both men, Zakk Lewis getting the better of the brawl with spinning back elbow. Lewis whips Boyd in the corner, then charges and drives his shoulder into Boyd's abdomen. Lewis perches Boyd on the top rope, and sets him in position for a super belly to belly, but Boyd fights him off, and pushes him down to the match following a few forearm shivers to the gut. Boyd measured Lewis up, waiting for him to get to his feet. Once Lewis was up, Boyd soared off the top and connected with a missile dropkick! Boyd makes the cover. One! Two! Th--KICKOUT! Boyd doesn't let up, quickly locking the R.I.P. prospect in a reverse chin lock. Lewis manages to will himself to his feet, executing a Judo hip toss. Both men scramble to their feet, and Lewis connects with his trademark running boot to the face! Lewis makes the cover. One! Two! Th--KICKOUT! Lewis is in shock, mounting over Boyd and begins whaling away on Boyd with punches until referee Robinson rips Lewis off. Lewis and Robinson get into it for a moment, giving Boyd enough time to recover. Lewis turns around and charges back in toward Boyd, but Boyd meets him with his patent "The Crimson" Codebreaker! Boyd makes the cover. One! Two! Three! Winner via pinfall - Milo Boyd (7:13) ![]() ![]() As the scene fades into a bar, R.I.P. President, Vice President and Sergeant In Arms are seen sitting at their normal long table looking up to the television screen watching HKW Defiance 7. R.I.P. Prospect, Zakk Lewis has just lost another match and even before that was seen making an ass of himself. This has been nothing new since Zakk Lewis debuted in Hard Knox Wrestling. Lance sucks his teeth at the sight of Zakk Lewis losing yet another match. Lance Winters: Tsk...Tsk...TSK! This little mutt-- Alexa Strange walks over wearing a black tube top with the R.I.P. logo on the front. Lance looks up at her giving her a bit of an eye as she carries a tray full of 3 large glasses filled with fresh pour beer straight from the tap. Alexa Strange: Here you go boys. She bites her lips as she leans over revealing a whole lot of cleavage to the fellas. Lance slaps her ass and nods. Lance Winters: Thanks baby. Remind me to give you a tip. D.C grabs his own mug from the tray without saying a word, seemingly bothered by what he just saw on the TV screen. He’s about to drink from it but changes his mind, sliding the glass away from him, shaking his head. D.C: I don’t know about yall but I’m getting tired of seeing shit like this man. He says as he points up at the television screen. D.C: This immature act of his is really starting to get to me, i’ve been trying to ignore it and let that shit slide but I had just about enough. If he keeps playing this game, we’re all gonna have problems. Perello stares directly at the television monitor, sliding the mug of beer away from him. Joey Perello At times, it seems like he’s about to breakthrough, but somehow… He gets sucked right back into his clown act. Perello looks over in Winters’ direction. Joey Perello He’s not funny. Not at all. Glancing in front of him, he now grabs the handle of his beer mug and pounds down a chug. D.C: I’m thinkin it’s time we kick this… Initiation up a notch. Lance grunts while take a gulp from his mug. He looks down at the wooden table shaking his head. He then slams the mug on the wooden table. Lance Winters: What a shame. He looks back up at the screen gritting his teeth. Lance Winters: This kid thinks he can put on that damn cut...AND IT MAKES HIM SOME KIND OF A FUCKING BAD ASS? HUH?! TURNS HIM INTO SOME SORT OF FUCKING TOUGH GUY?! He balls his hands into a fist as people start to look over at the table with the men there looking towards Winters. Lance Winters: Men have put their lives on the fucking line...They put their fucking sweat, blood and tears into this fucking club. AND HE HAS THE NERVE TO GO OUT THERE AND PUT SHAME INTO THIS FUCKING CLUB… He looks back at his Vice President who makes a great suggestion. Lance Winters: And what did you have in mind? Hmm? Please, VP! PLEASE! Joey Perello It's quite simple, really. He takes another chug out the beer mug and slides it across the table. Joey Perello We feed him to D.C. That oughta knock some sense into ‘em. D.C’s eyes brightened up as he looked over at Joey, then at Lance and back at Joey. He rubbed his hands together in excitement. D.C: So.. so what?? You talking about like some sort of match between us? Lance chugs the rest of his beer and throws it at the back of man’s head across the room. He chuckles as the man gets up holding his head angered by it. His friends stand up holding him back trying to get him to sit down. Lance stands up with his arms open laughing. Lance Winters: WHAT?! HUH?! THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! The man sits down and Lance grunts lowering his arms. Lance Winters: What I fucking thought...Sit down bitch! Winters then looks back down at the table with his right and left hand guys. He pounds his pointer finger down on the table looking at D.C. Lance Winters: I don’t give a damn. You fucking handle it Chaos! YOU FUCKING PUT THAT FUCKER IN HIS PLACE! YOU MAKE HIM KNOW JUST WHAT IT FUCKING MEANS TO BE A REAPER IN PRIDE! D.C begins to nod his head repeatedly, gaining motivation from what Lance was saying and how he was saying it. He then grabs his mug that he slid away earlier and finally begins to chug some beer down before wiping his lips and revealing a smirk. D.C: The way I see it, he’s made an ass out of himself, came off looking like a jackass only to lose again and again. Tonight was the last of that shit, no more making us look bad, no more bringing us shame. That tough guy act is going to get him dealt with. He began to slowly nod his head now. D.C: Yall already put your foot down and now I’m putting my foot down his ass. Believe me when I say when I’m done with him, he’ll be a changed man. D.C looks at both Lance and Joey as his smirk grows. He lifts up his mug and makes a toast. D.C: To change. The men dap their mugs as the scene soon then fades away. ![]() ![]() Backstage, we catch back up with Felicity who is seen heading toward the women’s locker room wing of the Dynasty Spectrum. She looks as if she knows where she’s going, stopping in front of a door glistening from flakes of glitter. Felicity: This is definitely her locker room. Felicity knocks on the door before opening it up, and walking into the locker room with a smile on her face. Behind the door was top contender for the No Limits championship, Annie Zellor, getting prepared for her match. Felicity: Hey you! Awwe! You look so adorable getting all ready for your match and stuff! Felicity walks up to Annie and playfully pinches her cheek. Felicity: I wish I had my phone on me. I’d take a picture of this and tweet it with the hashtag, #grrrface. Annie giggles. Annie: You can take a picture after I've won this gauntlet, that'll show my real #grrface! She says before giggling again as she slips her elbow pads up her arms. Annie: I'm soooo ready for this, Fel, you would not believe. Felicity smiles, leaning her back against Annie’s locker room wall. Felicity: I know you are, Annie. If you ask me, if it were just you and Ava at Defiance VI? You would’ve won that night. Tony just… Well. He kinda just got in the way. Felicity looks over at her tag title draped around her shoulder, then back over at Annie. Felicity: Soon, you’re gonna have one of these babies too. Now go out there and open up a can of kick ass! Annie: Aww, thanks, Fel. But I'm just thinking of it as a learning experience. I've gotta learn from my losses and my wins, at least that's what people keep telling me. But I know that day is gonna come soon; the day when I have a title belt of my very own... She says with a huge smile on her face. Annie: Until then, I've gotta go kick some ass! Annie jumps on the spot and punches the air. Annie: Watch out world, here comes Kickass Annie! ![]() ![]() A worried Ethan Matthews was meditating in his locker room. He was making sure he was focused for his Gauntlet match later tonight. He knew he had to win and that if he didn’t his Sensei Marcus Monroe would be mad. Ethan’s Sensei wasn’t a man you’d like to annoy either. This is the same man who made sure Ethan changed. It’s just then that Ethan hears the locker room door go and instantly jumps up to his feet as he wasn’t expecting anyone. So as far as Ethan was thinking, it was someone either looking for trouble or about to get it. Ethan Matthews: What do you want? Without saying a word, a man dressed in a white robe and moccasins casually makes his way toward Ethan, stopping right in front of him. Sensei Mrcus: Edgy, my son? Marcus smirks, patting Ethan on the back. Sensei Mrcus: Good. You are going to need all that and then some in order to win your match tonight, Ethan. You may have to take out seven other people in order to win. Is that something you believe you can do? Looking at Sensei Marcus, Ethan nods trying to show that he was confident when in fact he was doubting a little. Ethan Matthews: Believing and doing are two different things right? I’m fairly confident I can and plan on trying to. I’ll try not to fail you Sensei. He flashes what he thinks is a confident smirk yet he didn’t realize that his Sensei would see right through it. Ethan Matthews: What brings you here Sensei? Marcus nods his head, leaning back against the wall behind him. Sensei Mrcus: I’m just checking up on you, making sure you’re mentally prepared for your upcoming war. Marcus leans forward, placing his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. Sensei Mrcus: As long as you continue to fight, you will never fail me. Marcus pats Ethan’s shoulder, taking a few steps away from him afterward. Sensei Mrcus: Just remember, my son. Ruthless aggression. Show no mercy. Show no weakness. Be the hitman that I know you can be. Hearing them words Ethan starts to feel confident. He thinks to himself that if his Sensei believes in him then he should believe in himself. Ethan Matthews: I’m ready now. Hell I feel more ready than I’ve ever done. I know I need to go out there and eliminate the targets. After all it’s what I’m trained to do and it’s what I will do. He's now smirking confidently as he cracks his knuckles before his neck. Ethan Matthews: I will be the next No Limits Champion. I will not fail you Sensei. You just watch I’ll show everyone just why you gave me the nickname “Hitman” Looking at Marcus he bows out of respect to him as Marcus does the same back. Sensei Mrcus: Go make me proud. You know what happens when people fail me. Ethan Matthews: Yes Sensei. With that said Ethan walks past Marcus who pats Ethan on the back on the way out. Marcus just sits down in the locker room making himself comfy. ![]() ![]() As the scene fades in to the backstage area, we see Tanner Sands eating chocolates from a small box, one usually given as a gift. He seems to be slowly savoring each one as he sits atop a crate, already dressed in his ring gear. Tanner Sands: It's like a mouth-gasm, yo. MMMMM.....MMMMM.....MMMMMMMMMMMM! Tanner eats yet another chocolate, but stops when he notices a short, male backstage worker nearby. The worker seems to have a letter in hand and is looking right at Tanner. Tanner sighs as he puts down the box of chocolates before yanking the letter out of the worker's hand. Tanner Sands: Who the fuck is this from? Better not be from you, yo. I don't swing that way, dude. Backstage Worker: It's from Alistair Slayde. Tanner Sands: Oh...well, get the hell out of here then! The backstage worker quickly runs away, as fast as he possibly can. Tanner quickly unfolds the letter and begins to read it out loud. Tanner Sands: "Hey, Tanner. I MADE IT TO THE MAIN ROSTER?! So, I guess....I'M DUMPING YOU?! ENJOY THE CHOCOLATES?!" Tanner crumples up the letter and tosses it at the nearby basket, making it cleanly. Tanner Sands: So angry I can't even say "KOBE!" He didn't dump me. I DUMPED HIM! I....DUMPED....HIM! You all heard it here! Tanner quickly gets off of the crate and begins to storm away before quickly coming back for the chocolates. He pops one into his mouth before hurrying out of the scene once more. ![]() |
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![]() Coming back from commercial we're in the backstage area as the entrance doors from the parking lot swing open with HKW Champion, Emilio Vialpando charging through wearing a orange colored Nike hoodie, black jeans and a pair of white and orange Jordan Retro 5 Lasers on his feet while holding the HKW Championship on his left shoulder. He continues to make his way down the hall in raged by the events from Defiance 6. Luis is then seen jogging after his son in a grey suit with a black dress shirt under. Luis Vialpando: 'Milio! 'Milio! Emilio doesn't look back to his father as he is destined to get answers from a particular someone or someones. Luis eventually reaches his son and grabs ahold of his arm turning him around. Luis Vialpando: Don't you dare go getting yourself into trouble you hear me? I told you it didn't feel right for you to go out there in that match and look at the result of your actions?! You think storming in here looking to beat innocent person senseless is gonna get you some closure? Is gonna solve all your damn problems. No, 'Milio. They are not. You better keep your head straight for this damn match tonight. You goin' up against the same pendejos that did that shit to you...Plus the one that put a hit on all three of your heads. He says this with a finger in his son's face. Luis Vialpando: You see what they did to that boy Mark Tango just for standing the fuck up in his seat trying to flee the scene?! Or that girl Maddison for no goddamn reason?! He points behind him as if the two were actually there. He shakes his head. Luis Vialpando: This shit you got yourself mixed up in just for pointing your nose into that man's business is what got you into this mess Milio. Emilio Vialpando: You don't think I know that papa?! Huh?! And that shit they did to Tango y Maddison?! It wasn't right pa! I'ma make shit right though I promise. I fuckin' promise I'm set shit straight! But first...I need to know how in the hell these niggas go up in here like that. Why they even allowed?! Who the fuck agreed to sign them?! Out of no where Co-GM Lyle Risky is seen strolling down the hall not that much in the mood for anything but keeps a bit of a smile on his face. Both Emilio and his father see the GM and Emilio quickly storms over to him grabbing the GM by his coat and pins him up against the wall holding up him. Luis runs after his son trying to pull him off of Risky. Emilio Vialpando: WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?! HUH?! WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?! WHY ARE THEY HERE?! Luis Vialpando: MILIO! MILIO! LET HIM GO! Lyle Risky: YO?! WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK IS GOIN' ON BRUH?! YOU GOT FIVE MUFUCKIN' SECONDS TO LET ME GO OR IT'S GON' BE RISKODANGEROUS UP IN THIS BITCH?! Emilio to mad to even listen to his father or Risky continues to shout. Emilio Vialpando: DO YOU GOT SOMETHIN' TO DO WITH HIS NIGGA?! HUH?! DID YOU LET THEM UP IN HERE?! HUH?! WHAT WAS THAT SHIT YOU WAS TALKIN' BOUT WITH THAT NIGGA PERELLO HUH?! THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?! Lyle Risky: FIVE! Luis Vialpando: QUE SE VAYA HIJO?! Luis continues to try and pull his son off of Risky. Emilio Vialpando: I WAS SOME GODDAMN ANSWERS RISKY?! AND I WANT THEM FUCKIN' NOW! Lyle Risky: FOUR! Emilio Vialpando: ANSWER ME RISKY?! WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?! Luis Vialpando: What are you doing 'Milio?! Let him go! Lyle begins to prepare himself but still trying to remain calm and not have to put his hands on the young man. Lyle Risky: THREE! Luis Vialpando: EMILIO?! Emilio Vialpando: WHY ARE THEY HERE?! WHO BROUGHT THEM HERE?! Lyle Risky: TWO! I SWEAR TO GOD EM' YOU BEST BE LISTENIN' TO YO FATHER CAUSE I'M BOUT READY TO BEAT YO FUCKIN' ASS AND FIRE YO ASS. YOU BEST GET THE FUCK UP OFF ME BRUH?! Luis finally pulls off his son off of Lyle but holds him back. Luis Vialpando: What did I just fucking tell you?! I just told you not to do this shit?! Emilio nods but stares down Risky who straightens up his suit. Lyle Risky: Good save Luis...Good, good save. You lucky Em'...You fuckin' lucky I like you kid cause-- Luis then turns to Lyle and presses up against him staring him dead in his eyes. Luis Vialpando: You dare to threaten my son again and I will personally grant you the death wish you been praying for you hear me? I don't know who the fuck you think you are Risky...And I don't know what in the hell you got going with those R.I.P. vatos eh...But I swear to God if I find out you had something to do with My son or any of those young men and woman getting hurt. Me and you. We're gonna have a problem, do you understand me? Luis backs off and begins to walk off. Luis Vialpando: Let's go Milio. Emilio looks at Risky up and down as he straightens up his clothes and title before following his father. Lyle straightens up his suit and smirks. Lyle Risky: So much hostility in the buildin' tonight. I like it. He laughs a little and walks the opposite direction to where ever he was headed as the scene fades away. ![]() ![]() Disclaimer – This may or may not be full of destruction... You've been warned so don't blame #TankLivin or HKW if you don't like it! ========== To say Tank was angry would be an understatement as he paces up and down in his lounge of his apartment. His apartment wasn't anything special but it was home to him. Most of Tank's money went towards his Hummer H2. There was only three things Tank loved... Wrestling, Havana and his Hummer H2. Right now though it was clear to see all Tank was full of was hate. It looked as if he was ready to exploded like a damn nuke. Tank: It's all Tank's fault... Everything that has happened is Tank's fault! He paced up and down as his eyes were full of hate and rage. Tank had never been seen this way before. Tank: Shit happens they say. Well Tank knows this first hand. Tank also knows shit about to get real. Tank kept on blaming everyone else but finally Tank realized it wasn't their fault. Tank should have opened Tank's eyes sooner. Tank's lost a lot of good people because of it. Some of them can go fuck, where as some Tank regrets. IT'S ALL TANK'S STUPID FAULT... TANK IS STUPID! Just out of no where Tank snaps, the anger and hate in his eyes finally being released. He picks up his table and throws it at his television. The television smashes and glasses flies everywhere, a couple of bits going into Tank's arm. Tank: THEY'RE ALL RIGHT! He flips over both of his couches before ripping pictures and posters off the wall. He stamps on all the pictures on the floor. All Tank's veins are pulsating, his red in the face too from anger as he makes his way to the kitchen. Pulling out plates and smashing them all on the floor. He looks down at his arm that is bleeding a little from the glass. #TankShrug Tank: Tank so damn angry. Tank hope Beeno ready cause enough is enough. Tank is fed up of just saying Tank is going to do something. Instead Tank is not only going to say Tank is going to do it but actually do it! The kitchen and lounge are literally trashed as he steps over all the mess. He grabs his keys to his Hummer. Stopping at the front door he looks back at the destruction. #TankSmirk Tank: This is nothing compared to what Beeno has coming Beeno's way. That being said, anyone else who gets in the way gets the same fate. Tank would say sorry but fuck saying sorry. Tank gonna put Tank's words into action just wait and see. Once finished Tank storms out his apartment in the process he literally rips the door off and lets it fall to the floor. #TankShrug Tank: Meh... Door down... Just like Beeno at Defiance. He heads to the Hummer H2 and gets in it. Slamming the door behind him he starts the Hummer up. Sticking it in reverse he reverses out of the car park before wheel spinning away in anger. ![]() ![]() Inside his office, we see Co-GM Brandon Banks with his hands covering his face, getting an earful from one Nero Darling. Brandon Banks: Nero! I said I was sorry. Jeeze Louise, how many times do I have to say it?! It was an accident! Nero Darling frowns from where she’s sitting on Brandon’s desk, one hand resting on her extremely pregnant stomach. Nero Darling: It made my face do this though. She points at the super duper pouty expression on her face, letting her bottom lip wibble slightly. Banks pulls his hands away from his face and looks at Nero’s pout before covering his face once again, and letting out a loud grunting type noise. Brandon Banks: Noooooo! That’s enough of the pouting faces, Nero! You realize I was devastated last week when you were mad at me?! I’m still not over that, and you’re just gonna pout some more? He pulls his hands away from his face, squinting his eyes as he glances at Nero. Brandon Banks: Well guess what? If I keep my eyes like this. He points at his almost fully closed eyes. Brandon Banks: The pouts have no effect on me, so HAH. Nero leans over and holds his eyelids open so that he’s forced to look at her, increasing the pouting as she lets her big blue eyes get glassy and she looks like she’s about to cry. Nero Darling: It makes me very, very sad, Bwandon. Brandon pulls his head away, burying his face into the palm of his hands once more. Brandon Banks: Why do you do this to me? It’s like you know it kills me and you do it because you have… An obsession with making me feel like crap. Banks pulls his hands away from his face, revealing his own pouty face. Brandon Banks: Now you made my face do this. He continues to pout, mustering up some fake tears. Brandon Banks: And my eyes do this. Nero tilts her head. Nero Darling: That’s… entirely not fair. You’re totally using my own pouty face against me. The conversation was halted as a knock came at the office door. Slowly, the door opened, and Xavier Asher Daniels poked his head inside, a look of nervousness on his face as he looked at the two. Xavier Asher Daniels: Am...I interrupting…? Both Brandon and Nero look over at the door. Banks turns his head to glance at Nero quickly. Brandon Banks: We’ll continue this later. Then back at the door. Brandon Banks: X-A-D! Come on in, buddy! We was just talkin’ about you. Well... kinda. Nero grins widely. Nero Darling: Yuss, we were. And you-- She points menacingly at Brandon. Nero Darling: Apologize to Mr. Jackson immediately. Xavier blinks, before muttering softly. Xavier Asher Daniels: I...still believe you have me confused with someone else, Nero… Nero blinks, tilting her head slightly as she beckons Xavier to come closer. He hesitated for a moment, before he walked inside of the office and stood in front of the desk, his head down and looking away from both of them. Nero Darling: Closerrrr…. She beckons for Xavier to come closer to the desk. He looked up for a moment, before he moved closer to the desk, now standing right in front of it. Xavier Asher Daniels: Yes..? Nero tilts her head, squinting her eyes as she reaches out and tugs at his nose. It still doesn’t come off. Nero looks over at Brandon with a small frown on her face. Nero Darling: I keep expecting it to come off… it never does. Banks looks up at Xavier’s nose himself, reaching up and giving it a tug of his own. Brandon Banks: Nope. That things on there tight. Banks shrugs as Xavier looks at both of them uncomfortably, clutching his nose slightly as he took a half step back, again muttering softly. Xavier Asher Daniels: It’s...real... He pulls himself together slightly and, still looking down at the floor, begins speaking. Xavier Asher Daniels: Brandon….I think….I should withdraw from the gauntlet match... Nero sighs slightly. Nero Darling: Look, Mr. Jackson. Seriously. You belong in the gauntlet match. We wouldn’t have put you in it if we didn’t think you could do it. Brandon Banks: Exactly. You’ve been impressive ever since you came to HKW. Hell, you done more work here since some of these mawfuckas askin’ for title shots, and you’re sayin’ you think you should withdraw? Banks shakes his head. Brandon Banks: Nah. Don’t think, Xavier. Thinking is what makes you doubt yourself. Don’t think. Just do… work… like… you been. You realize how close you were to winnin’ that triple threat at D6? Xavier blushes as he looks away, not really realizing just how close he was to winning. Looking back, he had done alright in the match. Xavier Asher Daniels: I just...I can’t help but feel I don’t belong in this match…..I don’t know… He sighs, running a hand over his face. Xavier Asher Daniels: I guess...the pressure just gets to me, y’know..? Brandon nods, knowing exactly where Xavier’s coming from. Brandon Banks: Yeah. Pressure could be a bitch. I’m constantly under pressure whether it’s here in HKW, PDW, hell even at home I’m pressured. But aye, you can’t let the pressure beat you. Some of us work best under pressure. Like, shit. Take Nero for example. Banks playfully nudges her with his elbow. Brandon Banks: She thought I was replacing her, right? And what did she do? Came up with a hell of a show for Defiance eight. Ain’t that right Nero? Nero tilts her head. Nero Darling: How are we rating “hell of a show”..? Number of death threats received? Brandon Banks: Yeah, right. Like I’d actually let them act on it. Death threats are good though. What’s that saying? Controversy creates cash? Banks glances back over at Xavier. Brandon Banks: But for real, X. If we didn’t have faith in you, you wouldn’t be in the position you’re in. There’s plenty of talent backstage, and we chose you along with seven others to be in that match because we know you deserve it, and could do it. Sounds like to me that your biggest threat in this match… Are your own damn thoughts. Gotta shake that shit off, X. Banks stands up from his seat, and flails his arms out to the side. Brandon Banks: Now, watch me. Shakeee it off! Banks vigorously shakes every part of his body, messing up his hair and nearly falling over. Brandon Banks: Just like that. Xavier couldn’t help the small smile that came on his face as he watched, before nodding slightly. The smile faded slightly as he asked his next question. Xavier Asher Daniels: Do...you really think I deserve this..? Nero rolls her eyes playfully as she shakes her head. Nero Darling: We kinda just spent the last twenty minutes telling you that you did, Mr. Jackson. Seriously. Now… shake it off. Like, literally. Do what Bwandon did. Xavier blushed slightly, but nodded before he began shaking every part of his body. This went on for a few moments, before he finally stopped and looked at them. Xavier Asher Daniels: I...feel better, now...thank you… Nero grins up at him. Nero Darling: Of course you do! She pets him on the head and then reaches under the desk to pull out two different ballet tu-tus. Nero Darling: Now… which one do you like better? Purple or pink? Xavier, instead of looking horrified or put out, looked at both before frowning slightly as he looked down at his own attire as if trying to envision which was better on his form Xavier Asher Daniels: ….Um...purple..? Unless...you have gold or white…. He looked back up at Nero hesitantly. Brandon just sits back in his seat, in shock over the conversation he’s witnessing. Nero shakes her head. Nero Darling: Purple it is. She hands Xavier the tu-tu and smiles to herself. Xavier frowns slightly as he looks at the tu-tu, but takes it, before he notices Brandon’s look. He gives a small shrug, before motioning to the leather, chains, and cuffs that he was dressed from head to toe in. Xavier Asher Daniels: ...Compared to this...and what I wore when I performed on stage...it’s not the oddest thing I’ve ever worn… Brandon Banks: … I need a beer. Banks covers his face and leans back in his chair, trying to figure out what Xavier could’ve worn that was worse than a tu-tu. Xander politely excuses himself from the office, realizing that his match was next. ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the No Limits gauntlet! An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, from Staten Island, New York ... Annie Zellor! The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle. "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: And her opponent... 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. Match Two No Limits Gauntlet ![]() ![]() With Annie Zellor and Scott Lost in the ring, referee Lee Redford calls for the bell and the action begins. Annie shoots in and takes Xavier down with a head scissors, and then follows it up with a springboard bulldog. She goes for the quick cover, but only gets a two count. Overtime, Lost gets the advantage and sends Annie vaulting over the top rope, nearly landing in the commentators laps. Lost runs after Zellor, but Annie executed a drop toe hold causing Lost to smash his face off the commentators table. Annie high-five's Tango before climbing onto the apron and diving off, connecting with a missile dropkick on Lost, sending him over the announce desk! 7 8 Annie notices the referees count almost at ten, quickly sliding into the ring, but Lost is still down! 9 He finally gets to his feet, but it's too late! 10 DING DING DING Eliminated - Scott Lost Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing next... The lights go out, the Halloween theme song by John Carpenter hits the sounds system, lights begin flashing, and out comes Michael Myers to (insert reaction) from the crowd. 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 while Annie looks on, almost terrified. Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Haddonfield Illinois, he is known as The Boogeyman and The Shape. This is Miiiiiiichaaaeeeelllll Myeeeerrrrrrrs! Myers walks over the top rope and Annie quickly dropkicks his leg as the referee calls for the bell. With Myers still in a precarious position, Annie uses the ropes to springboard herself, but Myers catches her by the throat! With Zellor in his grasp, Myers finally fully gets into the ring and lifts Annie up high for a chokeslam, but she wiggles her away free, and hits Myers with a stiff kick to the back of the leg, followed by enzuguri that staggers the giant. Annie did all she can to get Myers down, even attempting a crossbody but Myers caught her and sent her across the ring with a follow away slam. Myers kept dishing out the pain, never once going for the cover even after his patent Halloween DDT. He later went for a running boot to the face, but Annie rolled through, and rolled Myers up with a school boy. 1 2 3 Eliminated - Michael Myers "Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the cheers of the crowd. As the crowd begins to cheer and Hunter got to nod in approval his brought down by hard blow from R.I.P.'s very own President, Lance Winters who has a rope chain wrapped around his fist. The fans immediately boo the man as he ignores them to continue his brutal attack. He stands over Hunter and wraps the chain around Hunter's neck. Lance begins to bring Hunter to his feet only to knee him in the back then swing him off of the stage with the rope chain. As Hunter lays there completely out of it Lance runs his fingers through his hair with a smirk on his face. He laughs a little and looks towards the ring where Annie stands watching. He bows to her and lets out a loud laugh. He then turns and heads backstage. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen... I have received word that Hunter Werth is not fit to compete... The crowd boos as Hunter gets helped to back by the medical staff. "I'm Your Hitman" by Empire plays out through the arena as "Hitman" Ethan Matthews makes his way out to a chorus of boos as he stands there smiling at the negative reaction. He walks down to the ring slapping away the hands of the fans as the chorus of "I'm Your Hitman" by Empire can be heard. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing next... Weighing in at 200lbs exactly and standing at 6'1” he is “Hitman” Ethan Matthews. Annie patiently waits for Ethan to slide into the ring as Ethan stares a hole through Zellor. He slides into the ring but Annie quickly pounces, beating him down until he remains on the mat. Ethan manages to push her away, and connects with a Kopu kick on the smaller Annie Zellor. Ethan toys with Annie, holding her down by stepping on her hair, and then pulls her arms up until referee Redford makes the five count. Matthews holds the advantage throughout, getting a little bit too cocky as he taunts Annie, soccer kicking in the head. He lifts her up and goes for a twisting suplex neckbreaker, but Annie pulls away from it and rolls up Matthews! 1 2 3! Eliminated - Ethan Matthews Ethan is furious as Annie could barely get to her feet. Once Ethan notices Annie, he charges in toward her and locks her in his patent Drive-By! Meanwhile... The opening of "Freak Like Me" by Halestorm begins playing seconds before Ashley Sullivan pushes the curtain aside to come out onto the stage. She sees Ethan choking the life out of Annie and dashes toward the ring. Sadee Sanderson McLean: On her way to the ring, weigh in at 110 lbs., Ashley Sullivan! Sullivan slides in just as Matthews releases Annie and rolls out of the ring. Sullivan and Matthews exchange some words as he exits the ring with a grin on his face. Ashley bends over to check on Annie, as referee Redford looks hesitant to start the match. Annie finally comes to, noticing Ashley and Ethan jawing at one another. Sullivan turns around to check on Annie once again, but Annie rolls her up in a small package! One Two Three! NO! Ashley kicks out as Redford's hand was coming down for the three! Ashley scrambles to her feet while Annie struggles. Ashley smiles at Annie's will to win, but puts Zellor down with "Into Dust" and puns her. 1 2 3. Eliminated - Annie Zellor Ashley helps Annie to her feet as the ruckus Philadelphia crowd give Zellor a standing applause after three eliminations. Annie rolls out of the ring just as 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! Kayla darts toward the ring and slides in beneath the rope, going right at Sullivan! The two women throw right hands at one another until Kayla presses Ashley into the corner and drives her shoulder into Sullivan's abdomen repeatedly. Kayla goes to pull Ashley out of the corner, but Ashley blocks it with a boot to the gut, followed by Crucifix pin! 1 2 NO! Kayla kicks out. The match is back and forth from that point on, neither lady giving in an inch. It looked like Ashley had Kayla right where she wanted her after a superkick, as she perched up to the top rope and went for her "Sunset" but Kayla got her knees up! Kayla then waits for Ashley to recover and WHAM! Rising Phoenix! She makes the cover... 1 2 3! Eliminated - Ashley Sullivan 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: And now... The final competitor in the No Limits gauntlet... Xavier Asher Daniels! Just as Sadee says his name, Kayla comes out of nowhere with a huge spear on Daniels! She makes the quick cover. 1 2 Kickout! Kayla smirks, grasping a handful of Xavier's hair and ripping him to his feet. She goes for a snap DDT, but Xavier turns it into a Northern Lights suplex! 1 2 Th----No! Kayla kicks out! As the match progresses, Kayla and Xavier continue going move for move until Kayla gets caught by the Star kick from Daniels for the three! Winner - Xavier Asher Daniels (31:30) ![]() The scene opens up with Onyx nervously walking down a hallway looking over her shoulder from time to time as though someone was following her. She still wasn’t sure what Kayla meant when she said they would be spending more time together backstage. It could have just been her way of being friendly or it could have been her way of warning Onyx that she was watching her, and not in the good way. Finding the door she was looking for, Onyx stops and turns towards it straightening herself up and smoothing her hands over her shirt to make it seem less wrinkled before she takes her fist and lightly knocks on the door. Looking around the hallway the door finally opens and Onyx smiles as Gambino looks at her giving her a nod before coming out into the hall him while she looked at him wearing his jean cut with the Reapers in Pride insignia on it. Onyx wasn’t sure what to think about the R.I.P. She wasn’t apart of them but she was apart of them at the same time in a sense. No matter the case that wasn’t why she was here. She was there to ask Gambino a question… or two. Gambino: ... Gambino Him saying his name kind of took Onyx off guard. She didn’t know the man behind the name and wasn’t sure where he was going with it. So her first instinct was to rhyme. Onyx: Santino? Gambino chuckles, letting out a soft sigh. Gambino: Damn breh. I’m nervous as hell right now. Where da fuck Joey at? Gambino anxiously looks behind Onyx, looking outside the locker room door in search for any member of RIP. Gambino: They standin’ me up, ain’t they? Gambino quickly reaches into his jeans pocket, dialing the number to his brother as Onyx just stares at him wondering if she was suppose to be some sort of messenger for R.I.P and just didn’t get the memo or maybe he just assumed she would just know certain things because she was Joey’s manager. Either the case, she didn’t have anything and she didn’t know anything. Onyx: Joey is preparing for his match with Choppz and I really wouldn’t know if they were standing you up or not. I’m not really involved in the inner circle heh… Scratching the back of her head her nervous tick clicking in. She tilted her head inquisitively. Onyx: Why are you nervous? Gambino: … fuck, breh. Gambino ends the call, no answer from Brandon. He begins pacing a full circle around Onyx before stopping, and shutting his eyes. Gambino: Tank… HUGE… Gambino… Chopsticks, breh. Just one matta fact. Gambino opens his eyes back up and vigorously scratches at the back of his head. Gambino: I ain’t no pro wrestla, breh. I’m a mufuckin’ managa. A promota. A trappa. This wrastla shit wasn’t made for… Gambino. Onyx can’t help but look at Gambino blankly for a few seconds as she tries to wrap her mind around what he was telling her. Managa - Manager. Promota - Promoter. Wrastla - Wrestler.Trappa... yeah, she had no idea what that was supose to mean, but she still didn’t understand why he was nervous. Onyx: Well Tank may indeed of the size advantage over you but you were his manager and I would assume you got really close to him. So you probably know his strengths and weaknesses. Sometimes wrestling isn’t all about overpowering your opponent sometimes it’s about outsmarting them. In which case you could probably do. Mind over matter. Gambino turns his shoulder, and glances at Onyx. Gambino: You tryna mister Miyagi me right now? You gon’ tell me all I gotta do is wax on wax off, and then crane kick that mawfucka?! Gambino finally smirks, a little less worried than he was before. Gambino: Aye! You know what? That ain’t a bad idea. I’m gon’ intimidate the hell out that masucka Tank. He gon’ think I’m crazy right? Gambino throws up his hands, turning his body away from Onyx. He jabs at the air with a right hook, followed by a left jab. Gambino: BANG! Two piece mawfucka. SIT YO ASS DOWN. GET SMOKEY OVA HERE TO COUNT THE THREE! Obviously, it doesn’t take much to get Gambino hyped. He walks over to the nearest wall and slaps it three times, symbolizing a three count. Gambino: I got this shit, breh. Onyx couldn’t help but smile, covering her mouth with her hand covering up the fact that she could laugh at any second. It wasn’t that she would be laughing at him it’s just she never saw anyone act in such away before. It was kind of deft. Onyx: Sometimes you have to focus on what you’re good at instead of focusing on what your opponent is good at. If you give your opponent too much support it’s going to be harder for you to knock them down. Smiling at Gambino it was as though she kind of lost track on why she came to find him to begin with. Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly, snapping her self back to reality. Onyx: It’s probably one of the many reason’s why you were such a good manager. Showing who you are representing support... and this is why I came to find you. I was hoping that you could give me some advice about what it takes to be a good manager because I want to be the best manager I can be. Not only for myself but also for Joey. Gambino crosses his arms, and squints at Onyx. Gambino: You’ve come to the right place, my child. Here, have a seat. Gambino pulls over a black folding chair and sets it near Onyx. He struts around the locker room, pulling out cigar from the inside of his jean cut. He sets it in between his lips, and continues walking around the room with his head held high. Gambino: I once had to get advice from a friend. A friend you might know as Lyle Risky. Realizing how he was speaking, all proper and such, Gambino shakes his head and pulls out the cigar from his mouth. Gambino: Shit, breh. I mean… You just gotta do you, breh. That’s all I been doin’ and me and Zebreh? Me and Neenbeeno? We tight as fuck. Shit, you got it difficult cause yo his lil boo thang, but aye. Step one. Trust Gambino reaches underneath the locker and pulls out a little whiteboard, along with a marker. He presses the back of the board against the locker and twists off the cap from the marker. Gambino: Trust.. T. R. U. S. T. He turns to the whiteboard, and writes the word trust. Gambino: Ya got me so far? Onyx looks at Gamino as she sits in the folding chair he got out for her to sit in. Her ankles crossed as her legs are tilted to the side like a lady. Onyx: Trust. T.R.U.S.T. Gambino nods. Gambino: Part Two… Improvise… Don’t ask me how to spell that jawn doh. He turns to the marker board and writes I M PRO VISE Gambino: Close enough right? He tucks the marker into his marker and claps his hands with the syllables of the word. Gambino: Im *clap* Pro *clap* Vise *clap* Ayeee. Look at that. Proud of himself, Gambino reaches back for the marker. Gambino: By improvising, I mean… You gotta improvise, naamean? Like.. Say Perello gets himself caught on some shit. You ready to bash someone head with a pipe? Letting out a long exhale she thinks about actually hitting someone with a pipe. She couldn’t think of her just doing it. There would have to be a reason behind it and them attacking Joey could maybe certainly cause her to react in hitting said attacker with a pipe… maybe. Onyx: I don’t know. I think that is better answered when one is in the situation, because for all I know I could instinctively just do it. I would hate to think I would just stand there and watch someone just beat Joey up which I have a feeling is harder to do than others think it is, but I also know that if I some how do it, instinctively, or just thought about doing it I know that I would probably be apologetic. Should I be apologetic? Gambino shakes his head, a bit disappointed. Gambino: Nah, breh. We gon’ need to make you ruthless breh. No apologies! Shit, I mean… I feel bad for a lot of shit I done, but aye. They woulda done the same shit to me if they had the chance. Gambino looks away and smirks, thinking about hitting Tank with the crowbar. Gambino: Ruthless. That’s what we gotta make you. Onyx looks at him oddly as she watches Gamino walk over to the locker room door and begins to close it. Onyx: Ruthless? If I’m ruthless I can still be me right? Before anyone could hear Gambino’s response, he fully closes the door and the scene begins to fade. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up after returning from commercial break with 'The Rebel' Gwendolyn Massey, skipping through the halls of Hard Knox wrestling with the 'Golden Opportunity' briefcase now in hand. Seeing that her hood slightly blinded her at times due to it covering the top layer of her face she was being really cautious on not trying to run into anyone anymore. Gwen Massey: Why is it so hard to find those three fellows before their match? I swear. At one point in time you couldn't find Cain as HKW World Champion and now the same thing is for the current champion, if you'd want to consider him as such.. She shakes her head and removes the hood looking in multiple directions Gwen Massey: Then turn around, at one point you always.. and I mean ALWAYS say Jason and now he can't be found. Eh, I guess R.I.P got people shook? Gwen said as she shrugged her shoulders and continued on her merry way. A few moments passed before a certain phrase caught the attention of the young woman. It caused her to raise her brow and then smile softly. Moving the case into her other hand, she slowly opened the door and poked her head in to see Ms. Nero Daring, sitting in a chair with her feet propped up, scribbling stuff in her notebook. Gwen Massey: MS. THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!!! She repeated the line that caught her attention to the young woman and it startled her slightly. Nero glanced up, tilting her head curiously and then smiling slightly when she sees Gwen. She waves, putting her notebook aside as she swings her feet down. Nero Darling: Welcome to the headquarters of the GLORIOUS LEADER. Formerly, Mr. Brandon and Mr. Risky's office. But y'know... they didn't need it as much as I did. Soo... cupcake? She holds out a tupperware full of rainbow colored cupcakes with a lopsided grin. Gwen takes one and smiles towards Nero and looked at her with her head tilted slightly Gwen Massey: Do you usually carry around a dozen cupcakes like that often? Or only on Defiance nights? Gwen asked before her eyes widen and she started rummaging through her pockets Gwen Massey: Oh! I have something for you love.. I think you'll like it She pulls out a box of pocky and hands it to her smiling. Nero arches an eyebrow as she takes the box of pocky with a grin. Nero Darling: Bribery of an official? She pauses for a moment as though she's considering it. She pops the box of pocky open and bites off a piece, chewing thoughtfully. Nero Darling: Yeah, I'm bout that life. Gwen laughs to herself as she rests the briefcase in the chair and takes a bite of the cupcake before looking back at Nero after finishing Gwen Massey: It's not a bribe believe it or not. I love pocky. So from one pocky eater to another, I had an extra box and I knew I wasn't going to have time to eat it so yeah. Who else better to give it to right? Gwen slightly pauses Gwen Massey: Plus, no disrespect sweetheart, there isn't really anything i'd want even if it were one. I have almost everything I could want at the moment. Plus, if things continue the way they are. I wont have to use this contract and I'll hold both the title and have this baby as back up She smiled as she pats the case and takes another bite of her cupcake and smiles Gwen Massey: This is fucking delicious by the way.. Nero arches an eyebrow at the briefcase before she shrugs. Nero Darling: They usually are. Annnnnd... She shrugs. Nero Darling: Things change around here a lot... I wouldn't get super complacent if I were you. Just saiyan. Who knows what's gonna happen from show to show. Gwen nods her head understanding where the young female was coming from and sighed softly Gwen Massey: This is true. When I made my previous statement, I meant in reference to me kicking ass and takin' names. Nothing here is given out for free. Plus, I'd like to have a chance at the title before I use this damn thing. How messed up that may sound or not you know Ms. Lady? She said to Nero who was still eating the pocky stroking her invisible gotee. Nero tilts her head slightly, finishing the stick of pocky that she's munching on. Nero Darling: The strawberry is my favorite. She pauses, munching on another stick of pocky before she smiles brightly. Nero Darling: Hmm... I see. Makes sense... it's what I would do. You want to prove yourself before you have to use the briefcase. Just... don't think that using it makes you weak. A skilled warrior targets weakness. Been reading some Sun Tzu and crap. Gwen smiles and bows to Nero Gwen Massey: Arigatou gozaimasu.. Nero-Chan! Although, I completely understand that. I guess using it wouldn't be such a bitch move after all. Shoot, all I am say is, I've worked just like they have. This case shouldn't exclude me from the same opportunities as others. So, to ensure it doesn't happen. I'll continue to fight. And fight. ANNNDDD... fight until that day comes She said towards Nero before looking at the cupcakes in the tupperware container Gwen Massey: Can I have another for the road Ms. Cupcake Lady? Nero nods sagely, holding out the cupcakes again. Nero Darling: Next time, I teach you the art of waxing on and off. Go now... tend your rock garden. It's therapeutic and zen and crap. ![]() ![]() The camera shows Último Mago Enmascarado standing in the ring corner warming up for his his match as Sandee slightly gestures her hand towards him. Sadee Sanderson McLean: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... From Tulancingo, Mexico... Último Mago Enmascarado! “Beautiful Fighter” by Angela, begins to play as Takahama walks from behind the curtain. With a stoic expression upon her face, she keeps her sights on the ring and walks proudly towards it. She ascends the ring stairs and steps between the top and middle rope. Walking to the middle of the ring, she stretches a bit while waiting for the bell to ring. Sadee Sanderson McLean: “Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, from Okinawa, Japan-- “The Black Lotus” Rika Takahama!” Match Three Singles Match ![]() ![]() When the bell sounds Rika runs after Último Mago as he is still stretching and delivers a running elbow smash against the side of his head making him back up into the corner and against the ring post as Rika just goes to town on him with various kicks and hits. Grabbing him by his mask, Rika drags him to the center of the ring where she leaves him staggering before performing a standing drop kick that leaves Mago stumbling. Kicking him in the midsection, Mago leans forward allowing Rika to lock in a Back to back underhook before in one smooth motion delivering “Lotus in Bloom” . Looking over at the knocked out Último Mago Enmascarado, Rika looks as though she has a slight smile on her face as she goes and rolls him over and hooks his leg. Instinctively the ref. slides over, his hand up and ready in position as he begins to count. 1….. 2…… 3! Winner: Rika Takahama via pinfall (03:07) The bell sounds as Rika stands up and the ref raises her hand in victory as “Beautiful Fighter” by Angela begins to play and Rika celebrates her debut win.
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![]() The camera comes into focus as we see one Gwendolyn Massey walking in the halls similar to skipping as it may seem. With her head in the clouds, she is humming such an unfamiliar tune. Not looking where she was headed she bumped into someone who was not in such a good mood following her recent match; Kayla Callahan. Without thinking, Kayla pushed the female out of her way and balled her fist up as the two made eye contact for the first time ever in Hard Knox Wrestling. Kayla Callahan: Watch where the FUCK you are going little girl. This isn’t a place for whack jobs like you who ‘skip’ around the damn place because they feel a sense of entitlement due to a piece of paper! Gwen titled her head before slowly removing her hood and released the handle of the briefcase from her hand and it hit the floor with a loud thud. Her eyes never diverted away from the female who stood in front of her. Gwen Massey: You think huh? You think that I am some whack job really? A sense of entitlement, like I honestly walk around here with my nose sticking up like some of these pretentious pricks around here? No sweetie, I EARNED this just like you are about to earn this beating for putting your damn hands on me! Kayla crossed her arms and shook her head at the feisty female who she knew she revved up but could give two shits less about at this moment. Kayla Callahan: Gwen Massey right? Nice to meet you, I am Kayla Callahan.. the one who will be dethroning you soon if and when you become HKW Champion. . Although, as far as you kicking my ass though tonight, I highly doubt that. You are in no position to even be barking right now. You ran into me and have yet to even apologize for your lack of attention. Similar to a couple of other idiots here.. reminds me of my very first night visiting. Ran into Mentez.. same exact scenario and situation. Gwen Shook her head as she held up one finger Gwen Massey: Difference is.. I am about to kick your teeth in.. Kayla Callahan: I dare you!! Just as those words leave Kayla's mouth, Co-GM Brandon Banks enters the pictures, stepping in between the two. Brandon Banks: The hell y’all two screamin’ at one another for? Damn, yo. I could hear y’all all the way from my office! Banks shakes his head, looking over at Gwen, and then at Kayla. Brandon Banks: That temper sure did flare out that time, didn’t it Kaylow Kay? He turns his attention back to Gwen. Brandon Banks: And you? The hell you doin’ with that briefcase in yo hand? Kaylow ain’t the HKW Champion. Well, not yet, but still.. There ain’t even a ref back here! Banks brings his arms back down to his sides, adjusting his custom made Armani suit. Brandon Banks: If y’all wanna fight, y’all can fight. Just not back here. There’s enough bullshit goin’ on with them R.I.P cats, and quite frankly, I’m tired of it cause it’s makin me and Risko look bad. Banks brings out his iPad from the inside of his suit, turning around and waving his assistant Anya over towards him. Brandon Banks: Ayo, Anya. Write this down for me, please? He hands her the iPad. Brandon Banks: Kaylow Kay versus Gwen Massey… Sometime soon. Kayla chuckled as she looked over to Brandon and then at Anya before back to Gwen with a very pleased look on her face Kayla Callahan: Whenever that day comes, I hope to God that you have done everything you’ve set out to do here in HKW, Champion or not. I’m putting you down like the little bitch you are! Gwen went to step to Kayla as Banks cut in front of her in a sense holding her back. Biting her bottom lip she backed down as Kayla turned her back and walked away out of the picture. Now frustrated, Gwen looked at Brandon with the ‘What the Fuck?’ expression.. Gwen Massey: Really? Banks, seriously? Brandon shrugs, giving Gwen a pat on the shoulder. Brandon Banks: One day you’ll thank me for this. Banks points at the briefcase in her hand, backing away a few steps. Brandon Banks: Worry about that right now. Worry about Kaylow later. He gives her a wink before waving Anya over to follow him as the two exit the picture. Gwen Massey: I’ll never understand this fucking place.. I swear She said as she scratched her head and shrugged her shoulders ![]() ![]() Onyx is standing against the wall as she looks over at Joey Perello who is sitting in one of the chairs that are in the locker room they were currently occupying. He is leaned forward, with his elbows resting on either of his knees as his hands are entangled with one another covering his mouth. Looking over at him, as he stares out in the vast nothingness with his blue eyes it was obvious that he was deep in thought. What he was thinking about however she didn’t know. He seemed distant as of late and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the phone call he received or because he was trying to think ahead of what moves people would probably be making in inteleation from last Defiance. Pushing herself off the wall, Onyx began to nervously fiddle with her hands as she tilted her head to try and angle the sound of her voice towards him so he could hear her. Onyx: Joey? He continued to sit there, not acknowledging her soft voice saying his name. So she took another step closer to him and spoke a little louder. Onyx: Joey. He seemed to hear her as he turned his head slightly in her direction in acknowledgment before lowering his hands as he leaned back in the chair and finally looked over at up at her. Onyx: You want me to stay back here tonight? With every thing that had happened and the amount of people who R.I.P pissed off she was sure that they wouldn’t hesitate at the opportunity to try and make things equal. An eye for an eye is what they say. So if she was there, or around, there wasn’t telling what they might do and she didn’t want Joey to worry about anything more than he already had to. Joey Perello: I don’t believe that’s the best idea, Onyx. Perello reached over into his locker and slipped on his fingerless gloves, letting out a sigh as he stood up from his chair. Joey Perello: We’re probably better off with you by me at all times. You never know when one of these sonsabitches are gonna think up something slick. Perello shakes his head, scratching away at his thick beard. Joey Perello: Not risking it with you back here and me in the ring. Not unless we find Maivia’s cousin, Kayla. Onyx stood there looking a bit confused as her brow narrowed. It was obvious she didn’t quite understand why she would technically be more safer back here if they found Kayla because they have been pissing a lot of people off lately and if they just had one person then everything would be okay? Onyx: I don’t think I understand. How does you guys having Kayla make it any safer? There are a lot of people that you pissed off. Some in which aren’t even connected to her. If you want me by your side I’ll be there just… you have to help me have a better grasp of the situation. Joey Perello: It’s nothing, really. Thinking about it, I'm relatively sure I’m over thinking. Mentez, Cain, and Vialpando won’t do a damn thing. Tango’s a busted down, second rate-spineless wrestler, and even less of a commentator. Perello shrugs his shoulders, pulling out a bottle of water from the locker. Joey Perello: Yeah. There’s nothing to worry about. Looking down at the floor for a moment she looked back over at Joey before walking over closer to him. Onyx: Why do I always have this feeling that you're hiding things from me? Suddenly, Lance Winters busts into the locker room with a beer in hand and a new years cap on. Lance Winters: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW THE NEW YEARS REAAAPPSSSS OF GRRRREEEAAATTT OL TIMMESSSS!!!! Lance begins to down the beer and then throws the bottle into the corner as hard as he could in result it shatters into small pieces of glass. He looks up to see Onyx jump a little and Joey just staring at him. Lance then lets a smirk form across at face. Lance Winters: Well aren’t you two just the CCAAAAUUUUUUUTTTTIIIISSSSSSTTTTT?! He begins to walk over to the two of them and gives Onyx a gentle kiss on her cheek. She couldn’t help but lean away from Lance, having a look hinted with disgust as she keeps her eyes on Joey. Perello nods his head toward Lance, taking a sip from his water bottle before speaking. Joey Perello: You ready for your match, big guy? Lance Winters: Ready? Is that a serious question? No really...Is that a serious question? C’mon...C’mon stop fucking with me Joey. Winters nudges Onyx on her arm. Lance Winters: He’s kidding right? He holds up a finger to her face and turns his attention back to Joey. Lance Winters: YES I’M FUCKING READY! These people are paying a guy like me for what? To beat some wanna be tough guys asses? In a fucking wrestling ring? HUH? PAYING A FUCKING GUY?! LIKE ME?! TO DO WHAT I DO FOR FREE ON A DAILY BASIS!? He shrugs his shoulders. Lance Winters: Kicking ass don’t come cheap these days I guess. Onyx just looks at Joey and then looks over at Lance. Nodding her head it was obvious in her head that Lance could just get away with anything. Taking a step back from the duo she sighs. Onyx: I’ll leave you guys to talk business. I don’t need to hear it. Lance. Joey. Giving Joey one last look she just shook her head before making her way out of the locker room. Perello tilts his head just a bit, confused as to what just happened there. Joey Perello: Hm. He shrugs, not thinking much of it, looking back up at Lance. Joey Perello: Yeah. Chopz and I are going to decimate Massey and Sterling. After tonight, the body count will be up to… Perello stops, scratching at his beard once more. Joey Perello: How many would that be? Eleven? Twelve? Lance shrugs with a chuckle. Lance Winters: Fuck the body count, as long as we know the bodies are piling up….We’re just doing what the fuck we came here to do. Lance looks back at the locker room door wondering what was going on before he got in here. Lance Winters: Everything...Everything alright? Nonchalantly, Perello shrugs his shoulders and shines off a small little grin. Joey Perello: Should be. I’m more or less wondering if it's time to sic Norm on one of these gormless sonsabitches. He loves his meat… and bones. Perello chuckles. Lance begins to laugh and clap his hands excited to hear about Norm coming. Lance Winters: YES! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH YYYEEEEEEAAHHHH!!! Bring him...I got just the man who we could sic him on. He smirks and turns towards the doors. Lance Winters: Yeah...I know just who. He begins to ramble off leaving Joey behind in the locker room as the scene fades. ![]() ![]() The scene opens on Nero Darling, heavily pregnant and dressed all in black with two black smudges underneath of her eyes like a football player. She's creeping around outside of Brandon's office, an impish look on her face as she gently sits a tupperware container of a dozen cupcakes outside of the door and knocks before half-scurrying, half-waddling as fast as she can away. Anya Hunter walks out and looks around from left to right and then looks down. Her face lights up as she bends over and picks up the tupperware container and opens it looking at the cupcakes with a big smile on her face Anya Hunter: Oh wow, someone must like me She said as she turned around getting ready to walk back into the office but looks back once again just to make sure no one really accidentally placed them there. From her hiding place a few feet away, Nero glances up to make sure that the huge net she'd strung from the ceiling above the door to Brandon's office was in place. When she was sure that it was, she cut the rope and watched as it fell down over Anya's head. Anya struggled as she slightly freaked out before removing the net from over her head looking around once again, now a little scared Anya Hunter: Anyone there? Come on out! I know this was no accident! Nero mutters quietly to herself, frowning as she realizes that her net didn't work before she grumbles and kicks the large metal storage crate she's hiding behind and sulks off. ![]() ![]() Cameras capture the outside of Chopz's house. Not the greatest nor the worst, a pretty, low-key spot with open yard and a huge garage. The cameras pan come closer up onto the garage, that is open as an engine can be heard revving up and down before being shut off. Chopz is seen standing up from alongside it as he nods in approval of something, obviously success. The cameras pan onto Chopz as he circles the very old-school Harley. Chopz: This will always and forever be my first love. The joys of looking at beauty from covered to purely naked. Tearing down to build back up, it's an art, a hobby, a business and a love. It's what I grew up on watching others do. Rebuild and modify to their liking. Seeing the smile, the satisfaction of achieving greatness with something. It was something I used to do on a daily and timed basis, working for a bike shop. The word "was" is the keyword. Things grew hairy and I departed. Looking over the bike as the gas fumes turned up a slight notch, Chopz flicked his nostrils before pausing in his 'almost' complete circle of the showcased bike. Chopz: Being unemployed, working at this from home, while it was fun for a bit. The pay wasn't at a 'fun' level. You know the deal when the money grows short ... you gotta' find other shit to do. This finding happened to turn slowly into my second love. Showcasing emotions, in a physical form of "art". Fighting, brawling. Throwing and tossing people around. It grew fun for me. A big, bulky-sized "tatted-up" beast like me inside a twenty by twenty square against a person average size, smaller or bigger. It's a rush of adrenaline. To me, it's like riding in the wind on a fast-hardcore bike or a chilled-out "Cadillac" of a Harley, it's a risky deal but it's a thrilling adventure. Getting inside of a ring and beating up people, it was never my objective. It was never my goal. I get enough brawls in at the local bar here in town. Breaking tables and beer bottles across folks heads. No, I fucked up. That workplace, that repair shop, that was my set destination. I had it made there until I let my raunchy emotions get the best of me and put me in the unemployment line. Chopz begin to laugh as he shakes his head as he goes to look around his garage. Chopz: For pretty much the first-time in my life, I can say that I 'fucked myself' into a pretty good position. I'm in a place where I can let my emotions, my adrenaline take over and do damage. I can beat people up, beat my chest like "King Kong" and leave my signature. I have it made, thanks in part to a few folks who brought me in. I enjoy pain, a hidden love. He points to the cameraman to zoom in on his skull. Chopz: That's all love and pain, my man. That's hours of torture of a pen. It's pretty badass, I do say. All in all, this is not about my love of bikes, my tattooed skull or my troubled past. No, this is a new day, a new week... My debut! It's come and I'm ready to "plow" through the masses. Two names, Gwendolyn Massey and Colton Starling. Woah buddy, it's going to be a bad, bad day for those two. Shaking his head quite rapidly as if something was on his head, Chopz began gritting his teeth as his eyes grew narrow while he paced the width of the garage opening, back and forth. Chopz: Bloody Sunday is what I will call this mission. Continue to deliver the message from last week, and deliver the most absolute mayhem ever seen, period! I've been "caged up" for too long and I NEED ... to ... stretch ... out! I've got the opportunity to do something and I'm not letting it pass me. No way! Sure, I'm late to the party. I'm a complete newbie as you people call it. My first professional fight and it's a tag team. I hold no problem with sharing the 'meaty' bone. I'm glad someone dug me up out of that ditch back there and gave me a shot. Shit, even gave me this "killer" jean cut. Badass ain't it? Yeahhhh, I know! Chopz show off his sweet jean-cut vest with his name on the back. Chopz: Gwendolyn, sweetie ... Hi! How are you? You good? ... Great to hear! While I'm late to the party, I've done my homework. I've been quiet, watching and laying low. You have a strong demeanor in that ring, even though still a rookie, you're headed in the right direction. You do whatever it takes to get the job done, even if it means getting dirty in the treacherous mud. You are a fighter. Chopz flashes a smile. Chopz: I like a woman who fights dirty, gives no fucks about her expensive clothes, will get muddy if need be. You will be a tough chica' there in that ring Sunday night. I always did like bones with meat that were super-resilient to strip down. Gnawing is my name of the game, wear you down to surrender. I want you to get feisty and pissed off, I want you to suffer. I want you to feel my bottled-up wrath of having to wait so long to knock someone's head off. I get a kick out of seeing people suffer. Colton Starling, another bright kid to the game. Seeing Colton in the ring, I see hesitation at points. Fear in the eyes at times. A twenty-year old kid with an unstable childhood, those dark thoughts of the past, they come to haunt you afterwhile. Shit, I've done a lot of bad things. Got kicked out of Junior High, got kicked out of Senior High. Shit, I even got kicked out of my Momma's crib after she seen that I got kicked out of High school. Hell, I experienced getting 'axed' from my work site. My boss storming out of his corner with papers to give to me and my absolute last check. I've been a failure for pretty much most of my life, but you know. I think I've found something I'm good at besides Harley's. I'm pretty good at 'wrasslin' besides being just a 'newb' and having now just my first official match. I tell ya', those fight nights inside of the bar really helps with growth. Chopz smirks. Chopz: Sunday night, you will witness Trent Killum, also known as "Chopz" make his debut within Hard Knox Wrestling. I can finally put down something I'm not a failure at. Joey Perello alongside, I'm going to learn a lot from that man. Alot of success behind that name. I want success, I'm going to be success one day. I can finally put down the beer can, get off the sunk-in couch and rid of this "Keg Belly" I've grown a bit. From where I am and what I've witness, I see the two folks on the opposite side. I see a fighter and I see one with a lot of doubt. I sense it will be a battle until all grows tough and one will begin to wither while the other progresses to keep all alive. One will give in while the other will try to stand tall. Dysfunction is on it's way. Sure, me and Joey will have a moment where we will have growing pains but neither one of us will give up. Gwen ... Colton, it's best you two break like a cookie and just take the automatic loss. No need to die to prove a point that you are the best. There's other times for that point to be made. I'm just giving you two some useful advice. Take it or leave it. Fine with me, either way. See ya! Chopz fakes a 'wave' as he shoots a cheap smile as the camera pans out from the close-up shot. He turns his attention back to the Bike project as the camera man puts the scene to a fade out. ![]() ![]() Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a singles match schedule for one fall! "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., Serenity and Ligaya Fontaine, emerge. Serenity walks to the ring at the pace of a bride walking down the aisle, veiled and clutching a bouquet of dead flowers. Behind her, Ligaya crosses back and forth between the fans, hyping them up with hugs and high fives. Serenity hands her bouquet to her partner and rolls into the ring, and starts pacing around with her head bowed. She finally pushes her veil back from her face and sits down in the corner waiting for the match to start, while Ligaya idly chats to front row fans. Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Vancouver, British Columbia, being accompanied by her tag team partner Ligaya Fontaine... SERENITYYYY! Robb Bank$ "Looks Like Basquiat" begins to play. Banksquiat, accompanied by Sunshine Scandalous, emerges from the curtains on his bike with a blunt lit. He slowly cruises down the ramp slowly playing with his hair (or tying it up). He locks the bike up against the turnbuckle and chills on the barricade with the blunt until his theme starts to fade. He tosses it before sliding in the ring. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, accompanied by Tony Scandalous, hailing from ChIraqistan, IL weighing in at 178 lbs...BANKSQUIAT! The ref stares down both competitors and explains the rules to each one of them. Once getting a nod from both, the ref calls for the bell and the mach begins! Match Four Singles Match ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Banksquiat quickly runs forward, leaps up, and flips Serenity over into a hurricarana pin! ONE! TWO-KICKOUT! Banksquiat quickly gets to his feet and goes for a running boot to Serenity who is on one knee. But, she dodges it and when Banksquiat turns around, she hits him with a dropkick that knocks him down. Serenity quickly grabs him by the head before planting him with a DDT onto the mat. After that, she flips him over and locks in a Camel Clutch... But Banksquiat somehow manages to reel his head so far backwards that he hits Serenity in the face. Serenity quickly falls back as Banksquiat gets to his feet. He quickly runs forward to the kneed down Serenity and plants her with a DDT of his own. He grabs her and puts her in a Boston Crab,,, But she manages to get to the ropes nearby and hang on tight. When Banksquiat backs off, he looks over at Tony, who is telling him to finish her off. Banksquiat goes right back at her, but she drives a kick right to his left knee, knocking him down. She then connects with a kick to the face before getting up to her feet. She quickly heads over to the top ropes and climbs them for "Gettin' High", but Tony gets on the apron and begins distracting the ref just long enough to get Serenity's attention and allow Banksquiat to grab her and throw her off the top rope. Once she gets to her feet, Banksquiat runs towards the corner, scales it right fast, and leaps off, connecting with "Welcome to Tookaville"! He goes for the cover and Tony hops off the apron, allowing the ref to do so. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Winner via pinfall - Banksquiat (7:13) Banksquiat quickly rolls to the outside where he is met by a clapping Tony as Ligaya enters the ring to check on her partner. The scene fades out with Banksquiat and Tony heading up the ramp, staring at the ring. ![]() ![]() The scene opens outside of Brandon Banks' office again where Nero Darling, still pregnant, still wearing all black and looking more determined than ever is setting up an elaborate trap. She quietly skulks around, placing the kitten in it's basket outside of Brandon's door. The kitten looks at her, slightly confused and mews but Nero quickly hushes it and gives it a scratch behind the ears. Then she glances up at the heavy barbells she's rigged from the ceiling. She adjusts the kittens basket a little so that Fluffkins won't be in harms way... she's not a monster, after all... and scurry-waddles away again after knocking on the door once more. Anya walks out once again and instantly looks down this time and sees the kitten in the basket. She smiles big and reaches out for it but quickly stops and sighs.. Anya Hunter: I know this is a trap... Why don't you come out and face me before I even take the bait!!! Anya said loud as she looked at each end of the hallway hoping someone would come out. Nero mutters grumpily as she watches Anya from her hiding spot a few feet away. Nero Darling: [Muttering quietly] Just a leeeeeeeeeeetle bit further... As Anya reluctantly takes a step forward to pick up the kitten, Nero tries to drop the weights on her head but the loose knot she's placed on the rope won't come undone. She scowls before she turns to unknot the rope. Finally, she gets the rope loose and hears the satisfying thud of the weights hitting... the ground. Nero scowls as she turns around and realizes that Anya has managed to scoop up the kitten and disappear back into Brandon's office and the heavy weights hit nothing. Muttering to herself, Nero skulks away again. ![]() ![]() The scene fades into the backstage area where we see Colton Sterling walking the halls, wearing his HKW red and black tee and his ring gear. He suddenly stops in his tracks as the camera turns to see Gwendolyn Massey, Colton’s tag partner for the night. She is particularly happy for reason beyond understanding as she pauses her melody which she was humming and removed her hood from her hooded attire to look at the male who froze his is tracks as well. A couple of feet apart from one another, eye contact was the first thing established between the two. Gwen Massey: Colton Sterling, the man of the hour if you will. She said as she tilted her head to the side and swung the hand holding the briefcase behind her back along with her other one and just smiled at him. Colton changed his gaze from Gwen’s eyes to the briefcase, reminding himself of how close he was to holding that briefcase. He quickly returned his gaze to Gwen, trying to shake off the memories of the last card. Colton Sterling: Hello, Gwen. I assume you are ready for our tag match? Gwen chuckled slightly as she lowered her head and scratched it. She cut her eyes as she looked back at the male before switching gears to a more serious note. Gwen Massey: When am I NOT ready for a match. I am a woman of my word. I said I’d do this one time and ONE time only. Plus.. Gwen looks away slightly. Gwen Massey: I’m not fighting for me tonight. I’m fighting for Maddison. Colton nods his head. Colton Sterling: I understand...somewhat. Fair enough. As long as you are willing to bust either of those two out there open, then me and you can work together. Remember how I mentioned that one common goal? Colton points to what we can assume is the direction of the ring. Colton Sterling: The one common goal is defeating R.I.P. and kicking their asses handily while doing so. Gwen smirks as she shakes her head now laughing at the male in front of her but understands he means well. Gwen Massey: I gotcha Colton, I mean no shit sherlock. I am not going to disappoint or I should say.. She pauses for a second. Gwen Massey: I don’t plan on doing so. Plus, out of five members, we have two. The numbers are fair for the time being. Overall option, let’s finish this and move the hell out of dodge. Cause after the bell rings and the match is over.. Gwen shrugs her shoulders. Colton Sterling: Obviously, they want to take over. They want to start a war. We beat them tonight and that’s it for this duo. I got you. I’m not asking you to go to war with me against all of them. Just...watch my back and I’ll watch yours. These dogs like to come in packs. She just looks at him before parting her lips to speak. Gwen Massey: Watch you back? Yeah. Colton, I don’t know how much you’ve really seen or heard about me but I only watch one back and that’s mine. Gwen holds up one finger and then sighs. Gwen Massey: But.. I did promise I would make sure we’d fight as a duo. That I can offer up. No more and no less. Hounds or not, I just don’t like them and that’s enough reason for me to fight with you against them. Easy enough to understand aye mate? Colton nods his head. Colton Sterling: Yup. Fair enough. Colton extends out his hand, looking for a handshake.Gwen raises her brow and she walks towards the male and instead of placing her hand out to shake Colton’s, she instead places it on his shoulder more or less his back and smiles slightly. Gwen Massey: We have a match to go and win.. She said as she adjusted her hood over her head the more or less covered the top layer of her face. Colton slightly nods his head as he turns around and follows Gwen to the direction of the ring as the scene fades out. ![]() ![]() The scene opens up outside of the Dynasty Spectrum as the location isn’t too far from the arena. “Frankie’s Hot Spot”, which sounded like a fit for another outlet was actually a Bar and Grill. The cameras panned inside the Bar and Grill spot as it focuses on two bodies that was sitting at the far-end table. The jackets were noticed as the letters “R.I.P” and the logo were spotted. The cameras grew even closer only to realize it was “Chopz” and Joey Perello. With tall beer mugs in their possession, they were conversating as their convo was picked up. Chopz: Last week, a beautiful canvas was created. Full of anarchy. Hearing complete silence, breaking bones and breaking spirits. I LOVED every bit of it. Tonight, I look forward to rinsing and repeating. Perello takes a sip from his beer mug, staring deep into the camera as he places the mug back onto the table. Joey Perello: And last week was just the beginning. The signs were always there. For weeks, I roamed those hallways and let everyone know that chaos was on it’s way to HKW, and what did you guys do? Perello glances over at Chopz before looking back at the camera. Joey Perello: You ignored it. You saw me as just some random guy creeping through the hallways, just running his mouth. But I wasn’t just running my mouth, was I? No. Everything I said rang true, and now, your precious Maddison Harthorne is still laying up in a hospital bed somewhere. Mark Tango sits at ringside and looks over his shoulder every few second. Cain, Emilio and Mentez don’t know what to do with themselves. A devious smirk appears on Perello’s features. Joey Perello: It’s… perfect. Chopz: Perfect like this beer. Damn, this is pretty good. I would prefer some meat with this but later tonight, I’ll get a chance to bite into some premium-rated meat. Joey spoke, gave warnings, but no one listened. Now they stunned, appalled by what happened. It’s a wake up call, telling you all to wake the hell up. It’s a new day, a new year. Chopz coats his face with the foam of the beer as he slams the glass back onto the table as he expresses his pleasure with a roar. Chopz: We get to start this year off with a bang! They aren’t ready. Seeing what happened to five individuals last week, you’d think they learn. I guess not, Joey. Joey Perello: Indeed. Luckily for them, we’re full of new lessons for all you disgusting maggots that crawl the halls of Hard Knox. Tonight? Colton Sterling and Gwen Massey learn first hand… Perello lifts the mug from the table, sipping down on the ice cold beverage before setting it back on the table. Joey Perello: That the Reapers are new the sheriffs in town. A small chuckle is heard. The two men look towards the shadow as a mug is seen sitting there half full. A hand is seen reaching out towards the mug taking it with a single grip. He’s heard chugging the drink before slamming it down on the table. The man chuckles again but this time with a bit of a funny variation of giggles. Silence then takes its place in the bar as the man leans in with a stern look on his face revealing the man to be the President himself of this rabid gang of wolves. He smirks and nods… Lance Winters: The Reapers…..Shall induct each and every punk mother fuck in the Weaper’s Hall of Shame that thinks they could just stand before us. Before us? Against us? THE REAPERS?! He pounds his fist on the table and shakes his head with a sinister grin. Lance Winters: Nope...I don’t think so. No one can defeat us. No one is going to be able to bring us down. What we say goes. We do whatever the fuck we want to do. We don’t have to answer to no fucking one. This little “authority” group? The “pillars” of Hard Knox? Do we answer to them boys? Both men shake their heads. Lance Winters: YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT WE DON’T! You two… He looks at the both of them pointing his finger at them. Lance Winters: You two...Better handle that shit or I swear to Christ himself...I’ll make a fucking example of the both of you. He gets up from his chair and turns around revealing the R.I.P. logo. Before leaving he looks over his shoulder. Lance Winters: But remember….HAVE A GOLLLY OL’ JOLLY TIME! He grunts and laughs a little and heads into back as the scene fades away. ![]() ![]() The scene opens once again on Nero Darling outside of Brandon's office. This time she's skipped the formalities of bait and instead slips an envelope under the door. Inside, is a piece of paper on which she's scrawled: Need you to take some notes, bruh. Meet me and Risky in room 202. -BB She scurry-waddles away to watch from her hiding place, hoping that Anya would emerge soon. Anya slowly looks out for a bit and then sighs as she reached for the note and closed the door behind her. After a couple of seconds, Anya walks out the room before stopping quickly and looking back at the note and scratched her head Anya Hunter: Room 202? When did we start going by numbers, i swore everyone had a piece of paper taped to their respected locker room.. plus, why would we go to a different room if he had a perfectly good office? Anya stands there pondering over the thoughts before she notices a small door a few feet away with a piece of paper over it that reads "202". Anya Hunter: Oh! There it is! Anya walks over to it and she pokes her ear out, expecting to hear Brandon or Risky or both men conversating over something. So she decides to knock on the door just to make sure. Anya Hunter: Brandon? Risky? Nero creeps a little closer-- well, as much as a tiny, seven month pregnant woman can creep-- as she watches Anya slowly open the door and disappear inside. Nero moves with a surprisingly quickness and yanks the door closed, padlocking it shut from the outside. She smirks as she tears down the paper, which now reveals a little sign that reads "Broom Closet". Anya flicks on the light and sees where she is and instantly starts banging on the door. Anya Hunter: AYE! let me out you! I don't know who you are.. or what I have done.. but just know.. ITS ON! Anya yelled as she started to kick the door as Defiance goes to commercial.
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![]() Roaming the halls of the Dynasty Spectrum is one half of the HKW tag team champions, Felicity Banks. Playing with her hair, she peeks into every door she passes, looking for something or someone specific. Felicity: Maybe he moved already? She shrugs her shoulders, draping the tag team championship around her shoulder and passes by a door the reads Riskodamous. Felicity: Maybe not. She knocks on the door before pushing it open, seeing Co-GM Lyle Risky and RED pulling off LEGO’s from the "Great Wall of Hard Knox." Felicity: Wow. That really is quite a sculpture. Lyle and RED look over to see the little sister of Brandon Banks. RED begins to check her out but Lyle looks back at the wall and continues to take large pieces off. Lyle Risky: Fel, look I’ll give you the dick but this really ain’t the best time. RED: DAAAAAAAAAMMMMNNNNN GIRRRRLLLLL!? I AIN’T SEEN YOU SINCE I GOT OUT!? THINK YA ANGELNESS JUST DONE TOUCHED MY HEART! Felicity actually smiles and says “awe” softly under her breath. Felicity: Hi, Lonny. She walks into the office and takes a seat on the chair in front of Risky’s desk, watching the two takes apart the wall piece by piece. Felicity: Yeah, Lyle. That’s not what I’m here for this time. I was actually thinking, since, you know.. She hesitates at first, thinking over exactly what she wanted to say. Felicity: Well, you know that poll on the website that HKW put up about who should be next in line for an HKW championship match? I’m pretty sure I’m either tied with Tony, or just one below. But! If you really think about it, I should get a shot before him because I didn’t get to be in the tournament. She looks away from the two, going over everything she said in her head. Felicity: And Ashers was in that No Limits gauntlet, and I have a match against Tanner Sands of all people? I’m confused. Lyle looks back at her seeing that she’s serious. Lyle Risky: Look...Yeah we got that poll goin’ on and shit but I can’t just hand you the opportunity to go for that belt just like that. If anything Tony has been one of the hardest workin’ dudes here in Hard Knox, and he gets that from bein’ under Kucci Mane Kuwop himself! But that ain’t a knock on you for sure. You one half of the Tag Team Champions! You have shown every bit of potential that I knew was there even when Brandon ain’t see it. You gonna get your shot but right now it’s really lookin’ like Tony gon’ get that chance to prove himself. He’s had multiple chances, and you too to achieve gold here in Hard Knox. And look what happen with you? You won that strap with “Ashers”. Tony? Tony still tryna get up there shows every week that he wants to be in that title picture with Jason, Cain and Emilio. He goes back to removing the pieces. Lyle Risky: You gon’ get ya chance Fel, I know it. Felicity glances over at her title, smirking nonchalantly. Felicity: Right. How many more times do I have to hear that before I actually get one? She pops out of her seat and turns around, making her way to door obviously unhappy with what she heard. Felicity: Have fun with that wall, and all that moving stuff. She exits the office, slamming the door shut. She sighs, shaking her head Felicity: Starting to understand what Brandon feels like. Felicity tosses her hood over head and walks down the hall. ![]() ![]() Sitting quietly in her locker room, a faint frown on her face, Ava Adore laces up her black, knee-high wrestling boots. The No Limits title is draped over the bench beside her and she spares it a glance, arching her eyebrow slightly before she picks it up. She spares a smile, very faint smirk before she stows the title carefully in her gym bag and climbs to her feet. Pushing through the door of her locker room and into the hallway, Ava stops quickly as she nearly smacks into Gwen Massey. Stopping right in her tracks, she lifts her hood up slightly to reveal one of her eyes before smiling big at the female who is the current HKW NO Limit Champ. She dropped what she had in her hand and forcefully shook the hand of the champion playfully before returning to a more serious note Gwen Massey: All fun and games to the side, sorry about almost running into you there. I totally didn't see you. That would've made you the, well.. second person who almost got ran over by me tonight. Gwen eyes the championship title before a small smirk appeared on her features Gwen Massey: I am not one to hate on someone and when credit is due, its due. Congrats on winning the No Limits Championship title. Oh, and no. I'm not kissing up to you by the way.. maybe a little aye! She elbowed her playfully in the shoulder with a forced wink on her features. Ava blinks owlishly, obviously uncomfortable and taken aback with Gwen's forced touchy-feely nature. She takes a step back and nods slightly. When she speaks, it's in her usual quiet, stoic voice. Ava Adore: Thank you... I think. Gwen nodded her head before pulling out two boxes of pocky from her hooded attire and placed one back in it. She opened the box and took a stick out and started to nibble on it before offering up one to Ava Gwen Massey: I know we are probably like day and night but try one. I promise you'll enjoy it. If you do, I'll never elbow you again unless we are wrestling against one another. Then... no promises?? She holds the box out for her to take one with a big smile on her face. Ava blinks again, regarding the box of sugary treats with a blank expression. She shakes her head slightly. Ava Adore: I'm... diabetic. Can't eat stuff like that. However... She tilts her head slightly. Ava Adore: I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Retracting her arm, she continued to eat a couple more nodding with a happy expression on her features. As she threw the box away and wiped of her hands, she picked up her briefcase and looked at it before looking at the No Limit's Championship once again Gwen Massey: Not to seem like you or I.. you and I.. whatever. Not to make it seem like we are better than some here. We are doing some right.. right? Raising her brow, hoping that Ava would be more engaged to speak about work than anything else. Ava shrugs quietly, her eyes flicking between Gwen and the briefcase. Ava Adore: In some ways. Gwen's face drops before she scoots a little closer to Ava and sighs with a grumpy face Gwen Massey: Why must you be so difficult! She pouts and crosses her arms looking away but between huffs, she'd sneak a peek to see if Ava's expression had changed from the one that she currently had going. Ava takes a slight step back from Gwen, a look of bewilderment on her face as she arches an eyebrow. Ava Adore: [Muttering] What... are you doing? She looks back towards Ava and shakes her head almost about to give up Gwen Massey: Nothing, I was trying to see if I pouted, would you ask me what I was...doing... Gwen points at Ava with a shocked look on her features Gwen Massey: Oh my! You asked me what i was doing!? Does this mean.. you really wanted to know? She placed both her hands on her cheeks and made her mouth conform into the shape of the letter 'O' Ava blinks at her, her tolerance level for Gwen's exuberance slowly reaching its capacity. Ava Adore: Unlikely... but for the sake of ending this infernal conversation, sure. Gwen cuts Ava a dark look before picking up her things and turning her back pretend crying Gwen Massey: You are so cold.. you.. you.. you.. Damn, I really have nothing bad to call you.. SOOO... Gwen said as she turned around quickly and hugged Ava and started skipping away from her. Ava blinks in confusion, shaking her head slightly as she watches Gwen go. ![]() ![]() Backstage, PDW's modiste Taisuke Nakazawa is pacing. He's wearing a white vest and pink tights to match his vibrant hair. Three-time world champion Sal "Baby Dogg" Warner, wearing her trademark facepaint, is sat on a table watching him. Sal Warner: Ready? Taisuke Nakazawa: No. Sal Warner: You'll be fine. I know you don't think you're gonna remember my training but trust me, in the moment, it'll come. He doesn't look convinced. He looks like he's going to throw up. Sal Warner: And remember, you don't need to be a hero. You're no' in this match tae start a glorious new career as a wrestler. You're just in it to understand what it feels like. Taisuke Nakazawa: It feels scary. Sal Warner: Mmhm. He exhales deeply, trying to psyche himself up. ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following is a proving grounds match, set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Daft Punk's "Crescendolls" hits the speakers and Amy Ngoudje emerges to a big pop. She slaps some hands on her way to the ring. Sadee Sanderson McLean: From Liverpool, England, weighing in today at 189lbs... AMY! NGOUDJE! She enters the ring and poses as her music fades. The crowd mumurs as Heartsrevolution's "Retrograde" plays, and Taisuke Nakazawa emerges. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan... TAISUKE NAKAZAWA! Taisuke is nervous as hell as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Amy smiles and holds the ropes open for him. They bump fists. Match Five Proving Grounds ![]() ![]() They go into a lockup, and Amy immediately finds a standing switch and a bridging German suplex. Tai throws himself from her grasp before the one count, but is struggling to pick himself up and falls prey to a belly to back suplex. Amy crosses his legs and pulls him back into a camel clutch for a few seconds, then drops him. She keeps working him with a variety of throws and stretches, but gives him space to catch his breath after each sequence. She doesn't go for any pin attempts; this is all about putting him in a variety of situations. Momentum shifts when she whips him into the corner and charges in looking for a stinger splash, and he ducks between the ropes! He manages to boot her in the head to drive her back, then climbs up and scores a missile dropkick to knock her down. He quickly follows that with a springboard moonsault for a pin attempt! 1... 2... Kickout. He goes to punch her, but she grabs the fist and twists him into an arm wringer, and from there into a cross armbreaker. He's close to the ropes and drapes his free arm over the bottom. But he gets little respite as Amy plants him with a deadlift rolling German. She backrolls into reverse mount, grabs his legs, and deadlifts him into a wheelbarrow sitout facebuster! She rolls him and hooks a leg. 1... 2... Tai gets a shoulder up! Amy nods, impressed. She backs away to let him stand, and he runs the ropes towards her, She goes for a shoulder block, but he ducks and leaps onto her back looking for a sleeper! Amy, keeping her cool, backpedals into the corner to force the break. Tai slumps down, winded, and she snapmares him into the centre of the ring. As he stands, she drops him with an STO, then bridges out into a facelock to complete the C'est Cheeq. Taisuke tries to fight for a couple of seconds, but has to tap. Winner via submission - Amy Ngoudje (15:17) He slowly stands, bruised and winded, doubled over. Amy checks on him and raises his arm, and they leave together to "Crescendolls", fans patting them on the back on the way. ![]() ![]() The cameras jump backstage of the Hard Knox Training Facility where the HKW Championship #1 Contender Jason Mentez is seen walking with his wrestling gear already on and a look of determination and focus on his face. That look alters as he notices the downcast posture and expression of a young woman outside of the camera view. He knows who she is and what she’s a part of but he can’t help but ask. Jason Mentez: Hey uhh you good ma? Nodding her head, Onyx straightens her self up and wipes her moistened cheek. It was obvious she was crying and when she looked up to see Jason Mentez… she stepped back away from him almost like she was frightened of him. Onyx: Yeah, I’ll be fine. Jason notices her apprehension. Jason Mentez: Chill, chill. I ain't gonna hurt you. I’m just checking to see if you ok. I don’t like seeing beautiful women crying. Shit fucks with me. Jason gives her a quick up and down glance approvingly. Always soft when it comes to women. Jason Mentez: What’s wrong? Leaning up against the wall, Onyx looks around a bit cautiously, looking for away out if need be before looking back at Jason who to her seemed to be sincere but she didn’t know him. For all she knew this could be some game he was trying to play. Onyx: … You just ever have someone tell you something and do just the complete opposite of what they say they are… were going to do? Jason takes a moment to listen to her words and shrugs. Jason Mentez: Where I’m from if you ain’t about your word, you ain't shit. Sounds like that someone need to be about theirs. Tilting her head, Onyx looks at him inquisitively for a moment as she relives the moment in her head as Lance Winters just invades her personal space and leans in and kisses her on the cheek right there in front of Joey and he didn’t do or say anything... Onyx: Maybe, or maybe there is just something I don’t know or understanding but, what I do know, is that I felt violated and disrespected. That’s what I know and I’ll be sure to address it… later. Jason notices the fire in her words and nods in agreement. She still looked upset but much more towards mad than sad. Jason Mentez: Address that shit on sight doe... Jason presses a little closer to Onyx and his tone deepens. Jason Mentez: Look, I can see through all this. I’ve seen enough women scorned to know when a man’s fucked up. Just tell the bitchmade dude what he did wrong. Onyx’s looks down at the floor for a moment before stepping closer to Jason as she leans away from the wall she was leaning against. Onyx: I appreciate you taking the time in making sure I am ok and giving me advice cause I know it takes a big man to do that especially after what RIP did to you but, when you are addressing Joey to me? please use his name, because if you want to call him bitchmade I suggest you say that to his face. You saying it to me makes you seem like a coward. Her voice was calm and non confrontational. Almost as though she was just giving him advice in return for his. Jason smiled at Onyx’s defense. The good ones defend what is theirs. He looks down toward her and his face gets a little more darker. Jason Mentez: Sound advice indeed but see I’m a little different. I’ll tell YOU he’s bitchmade, HIM, his momma, his daddy, that whole group of fuckboys he run with, Jesus, God, and the fucking disciples because I call it like I see it and don’t give a fuck who says otherwise. You didn’t put me in the hospital so hey, keep ya head up ma but I’m not the one who jumped 4 men and a defenseless woman for no fucking reason. Might wanna look closer at who is acting like a coward. Jason backs up a little more. Jason Mentez: If I was like that. I could very well drop you right here and now just to prove my point to him because that is bitchmade and that’s what you chose to roll with. Jason turns his head slightly before heading back down the hallway. Jason Mentez: Gotta ask yourself how much he truly cares when he’s treating you like a side bitch. ![]() ![]() The scene opens in the locker room area of Defiance where one Gwen Massey was sitting there with a smile on her features. In her lap rested a briefcase which in its confines homed the 'Golden Opportunity' contract she won at the previous Defiance. She removed her hood from her hooded attire and looked down at the case which had the face of the comic book character 'The Joker' on it before returning her gaze at the camera.. Gwen: So? Here we are huh? I said I was going to do it and I did. I proved all my critics wrong and will continue to do so in 2014. I am second to none and cannot be compared to any. That's my motto for this year. Nevertheless, briefcase or not.. I am not going to get lazy because I KNOW I am a future HKW World Champion. What would be the fun in that if I just sat back and did absolutely nothing? Gwen laughed slightly before wiping her eyes playfully and her expression returned to her being serious. Gwen: All this means is that when i want to be champion, I can be. If I decided to run around and gloat, I can. Although, that's something I will hold off doing until the time comes apparent that I must remind the ones holding the HKW World Championship.. they are not safe. Already with a target to their back, I am the one with the finger on the trigger ready to pull at any moment. Just to give all who may become champion before I decide to use this bad boy right here.. She pats the briefcase and smiles big once again.. Gwen: No one will know when I am going to do it. When I do it, I will make sure I make my statement loud and clear for whomever is champion. Until then, I hope you stand on your toes and watch your backs ladies and gentlemen because I am always watching and in wait.. With that being said though, lets get down to the business at hand which regards two members from R.I.P.. which i have to admit, suits them at this moment because when I am done with them tonight, Resting In Peace will be exactly the actions they will be doing.. I've said it before and I stand by it. If I don't take you all out for the attack that you did to my cousin, Maddison.. I will make that dent in your armor that others can see and exploit. A pack of wild hounds is what you all are being compared to while all i see are a couple of dumbasses who banded together to form a circle jerk. Yeah, I'll once again admit that what you all did put you on the map.. but pissed off alot of people who love to fight as much as I do so..yeah She shrugged she shoulders and exhaled softly Gwen: The number game wont work now. You've literally pissed off a good amount of members on the roster.. so when the shoes on the other foot, I hope.. God knows I only hope you all can back up your claims.. because it'd be a short lived moment if you all don't. A shame, I don't see it as one. The sooner the better in my opinion really. Joey.. Choppz.. This isn't going to be your average run of the mill match. I personally will be throwing everything I have at you all. A beating that you both will have to endure. Colton will also be helping me in this beating. Something that will only happen once. Believe that. Although, in this case, one time will be enough. She pauses.. Gwen: One time will be enough as well.. Afterwards, you'll know your places.. hands down. She said as she picked herself up and with briefcase in hand she walked out the camera view ![]() ![]() The camera pans in to see the HKW Ring Announcer, Sadee Sanderson McLean in the middle of the ring with the microphone in hand. Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following match is a TORNADO tag team match and is schedule for one fall.. "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. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, COLTON STERLING He begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping hands with as many of the front row fans as possible before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring. Colton walks over to the nearby corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, where he raises his right arm once more, the same fist balled up again. Colton hops off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to his corner, where he begins to stretch. After a few moments of fans chanting and mixed emotions, "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria 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, covering most of her face as she dropped to her knees and slowly swayed to the music before writing something on the entrance stage. Finishing that up she erupted from that stance and removed her hood as she yelled at the fans to encourage them to get louder and more energetic. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, and boys and girl.. Hailing from London England, United Kingdom but residing in Philly, she is "The Rebel" Gwendolyn... MASSSEEEYYYYY!!! After making it to the ring, she stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place, hands down!!" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as Gwen raised her arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of her entrance music. Once inside the ring, she looked at Coltin before nodding towards him and he back to her. Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the bass 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 and Chopz are seen making their way through the audience with Onyx not far behind, with a hand on Perello's shoulder as Perello's cold blue eyes are locked on the ring, not paying attention to a soul around them. 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 along with Chopz and both men glance at the ring, just staring a hole through ring announcer Sadee Sanderson McLean as they extend a hand to Onyx, helping her over the barricade before they slide into the ring and get to their 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 one of his arms in the air with his fist clenched and waits for the match to begin as Onyx makes herself at home on the outside. Chopz doesn't take his gaze off both Colton and Gwen and gives a very devilish grin to them. Match Six Tornado Tag Match ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The bell rings once again signaling the start of the match and all four competitors go straight to delivering blows to their selected opponents. With Chops getting the upper hand over Colton, he beings to back the young man up into the corner as Gwen and Perello continue to exchange blows as he gets the upper-hand over her but she quickly kicks him in the gut and uppercuts him with the palm of her hand before backing him up into a corner. Noticing this, Chopz makes his way over to the female and forces her off of Perello before the referee could get to the count of five. Throwing her back, she rolls quickly and finds herself on the same end of the ring as her partner. Gwen taps his shoulder to make sure he was still coherent enough to still fight Perello patting the back of the monster named Chopz, He let out a thunderous roar as the reaction from the HKW fans told the true story on how they felt. The four competitors lock up against one another and test their might. Gwen once again getting thrown on her back by Chopz as Colton impressively maneuvers against Joey's and starts to deliver a series of blows to him. Each one looking harder than the last before Perello pushed him off and Colton rushed at him before having his head connect with the ring turnbuckle. Joey not taking kindly to the offense, beings to give his own onslaught to Colton by hitting him in the back of the head with a mixture of elbows and punches. As the referee gets close to five, Perello backs off of him holding his hands up before running his knee in the back of Colton. The fans start to erupt as Gwen start to pick up on the offense using her speed against the one named Chopz. Catching him off guard with a kick to the head and an assortment of different strikes, she was able to bring the big man to his knees. Bouncing off of the rope, Gwen attempted to use an enziguri kick on Chops but was met with a devastating clothesline from Perello just in time to 'save' his partner of the night. With that, Perello went for the cover ONE.. TWO.. KICK OUT! Massey was able to get her shoulders up before Chopz and Perello began to give out a beating to the young woman on the ground trying to collect herself. Now back on his feet, Colton shook off any cobwebs that were still lingering and quickly went to the aid of Gwen, throwing Perello out onto the mat and drop-kicking Chopz outside the ring as well. This momentary action allowed the Gwen and Colton to catch their breaths as they both run to opposite ends of the ring and through the ropes, connecting with their selected targets. Colton and Gwen both pumping up the crowd and feeding off of their energy at the moment. The ref starts their count as Colton is now returning the onslaught that was given to him earlier by kicking Perello in various places as Gwen drove Chopz head right into the announcer table before backing up kneeling down which signified she was getting ready to use the 'Bitter End'. As Chopz turned around, Gwen quickly drove her body into his with a spear which forced the back of the head of Chopz to connect with the ring barricade. Now rolling Perello back into the ring, Colton turns his attention away from him and pumps up the fans once again. Once he had the better part of his body inside of it, Perello quickly sprang up and delivered a smooth cutter which laid Sterling out. Joey quickly went for the cover ONE.. TWO.. THRE- KICK OUT!!!! The pin was quickly broken up by Massey who started to pounds on Perello like a mad woman who had lost it. As the two made it to their feet, he went to swing at her, she drop kicked him once, he got back up and she delivered another drop kick before screaming at the fans and they were behind her. She wait until Perello is on his feet, dazed and confused and she grabs his arm, twists it and delivers 'The Final Option' on Perello and hooks the leg ONE.. TWO.. THRE- KICK OUT!! Chopz breaks up the pin fall and grabs Gwen and looks as if he were going to his his patented signature 'Loose Teeth' but from nowhere Colton takes out Chopz leg making him fall on one knee which made a decent separation between Gwen and himself. As he looked to stand back up, Colton quickly hits the Fame Asser on him and Gwen looks at Colton but his attention seems to be elsewhere as he points to the barricade and they see Darwin Ridley standing there, chair in hand, attempting to make his way over it. Gwen without hesitation slides out the ring and runs directly at him delivering her patented 'End Game' straight to his skull to make sure he wouldn't interfere but in the process, she landed on the back of her head and was slightly dazed With his attention more on what is outside, Colton turns around to see Chopz up now and Chopz delivers the 'Loose Teeth' to him before Perello yelled 'PICK HIM UP! PICK HIS ASS UP!'. With Chopz listening, Perello his Colton with The 'No Escape' and the ref quickly moves in to see if Colton was going to give up. Gwen now attentive to what's going on, attempts to slide into the ring but is quickly stopped by Chopz who kicks her legs from underneath her and she falls back onto the mat just as Colton tapped out Winners via submission - R.I.P (17:01) After the bell rang and everything, Perello still did not release the Dragon Clutch but with a loud smack from what appears to be Massey with chair in hand to the back of Chopz. She made her way back into the ring and Perello quickly dipped off, going around to the side Chopz fell and pulled him out the ring, making their way over the barricade. Gwen dropped the chair to check on Colton before making eye contact with Perello and Chopz.
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![]() Returning from commercial break RED, Lyle Risky and Brandon Banks are seen back on the stage with both GM’s back at their respected podiums with their boxes full of t-shirts. RED: WELCOME BACK LADIES N’ BITCHEETES! WE GON’ GONE HEAD RESUME THESE DRAFT SELECTIONS SO I’MA NEED Y’ALL TO HOLD OFF ON THE PANTY THROWIN’ FOR TWO DAMN SECONDS! He turns back to Risky and BB who are seen bickering with each other while whispering insults at each other. RED immediately puts a stop at that he walks in the middle of the two men and looks over to Risky. RED: SINCE BRANDO HAD THE FIRST PICK THE FIRST GO AROUND, RISKY YOU GOT THE FIRST PICK THIS TIME. GON’ HEAD HOMIE. WHO YA RUNNA FOR #TEAMRISKO? The fans cheer for a moment and begin to chant Risky’s name. He smiles for a minute soaking in the glory. He then leans into the mic to speak. Lyle Risky: My second pick? Shiiit new “cat” that done stepped all over the litter box. That “put the roster on notice”. Haha...Y’all know who I’m talkin’ bout right? Mr. FuckYoFiance? He laughs for a moment and grabs a #TeamRisko t-shirt. ![]() I’m The Truth by. Persist hits the PA System as Milo steps out through the curtains and onto the stage. He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd and takes the shirt from Risky before returning to the backstage. Once Milo leaves the entrance ramp, a sly grin is seen on Brandon’s face as he shakes his head, clearly not impressed. He walks up to the podium and sighs into it. Brandon Banks: Hahahahaha. Alright then. Now, lets get some REAL talent up in here. My second selection is someone of the female gender. Someone who’s been pestering me ever since she stepped foot in HKW. Banks nods confidently as he glances at Risky. Brandon Banks: This girl got a lot of nicknames, but what I call her is… KAYLOW KAY… KAYLA CALLAHAN, BRUH! ![]() The lights dim as the drum intro of 'Knock Em' Out' by Lily Allen sounds through the arena speakers. Kayla comes out onto the stage, glancing at Risky while mouthing “big mistake” in his direction. She walks up to Banks with all smiles as he hands her the #TeamBB t-shirt and the envelope with a guaranteed title shot in it. She raises the envelope and the shirt in the air before turning around and heading back backstage. Brandon Banks: How bout THAT, Riskooooodamous?! Lyle Risky: HOW BOUT RISKODAMOUS PUT HIS FOOT UP YO ASS? HOW BOUT THAT MUFUCKA?! RED interrupts the two men yet again. RED: OKKAAAYYYY! INSTEAD OF JUST GOIN’ RIGHT ON WITH THE SHOW WE GON’ GET ONE MORE ROUND IN REAL QUICK BEFORE WE LET THIS SHIZZZAAAAHHHNIIITTTTT ROLL ON. RISKY YO GO BRUH Risky stands there thinking for a moment. He rubs on his chin for a moment and nods while waving his finger in the air just a bit. Lyle Risky: Well...What I think about that? Huh bitch? What I think bout that huh? Well why don’t I gon’ head and pick someone who was gon’ be in the HKW Championship race before she switched up...Y’all know who I’m talkin’ bout...She was on the very first cover of Defiance. Haha, yeah y’all know….Yeah y’all def know. Lyle looks over to Brandon and smirks. ![]() Army of Me by. Bjork hits and fans rise to their feet to cheer. She comes out onto the stage giving a smile and a wave to the fans before receiving her #TeamRisko t-shirt and envelope. She then looks over to Brandon giving a wink and mouthing the words “Good luck” over to him. She then returns to the backstage area. Banks is fuming, yelling “I WAS GON’ PICK HER NEXT” at Red. He grabs his iPad off the podium and shows Red Gia’s name on it as Red looks away and shrugs. Banks flips Red, and Risky off as he huffs and puffs toward his podium. Brandon Banks: SWEAR TO GOD I WAS GON’ PICK HER, BRUH? YOU PEEKIN’ OVER MY SHOULDER AND LOOKIN’ AT MY NOTES, RED?! YOU AIN’T SPOSED TO BE BIASED MAWFUCKA. Banks rips his jacket off and slams it onto the ramp, dropping a legdrop onto it before scurrying back to his feet. Brandon Banks: I don’t even know who… He stops, rubbing his chin as he glances at his notes on his iPad. Brandon Banks: You know what? I’m coo, I’m coo. I know exactly who I’m gon’ pick. I had a back up plan incase you took the cheap way out and took Cindy. Red and Risky both glance at Banks with a “Wtf” look. Brandon Banks: You know what I meant, bruhs. But you know what, Risko fuckin’ Beava. I got an ace up my sleeve. An ice that’s been in the ring with Gia on more than one occasion. A man that damn near won the GO Ladder match a few weeks back if it wasn’t for them R.I.P ninjas. My third pick… COLTON STERLING! ![]() 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 at Banks and shakes his hand when they meet. Banks hands him his envelope and his t-shirt, patting him on the back as Colton points at Risky and flashes the shirt in front of him. Brandon Banks: … Still pissed, but aye. Colton can do work too. Risky shakes his head and laughs a little and mouths “I got this shit in the bag?!” to RED. RED doesn’t think to react to this in front of Brandon so he just raises the microphone up to his lips and turns back to the crowd. RED: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! ONE, TWO AND THREE ROUNDS IN THE BOOK BUT MAN….WE STILL GOT ONE LAST DRAFT PICK LEFT! WE AIN’T FINNA DO THAT RIGHT NOW I NEED A SNACK BREAK! SO LET’S GET BACK TO THE DAMN SHOW WHILE I HEAD TO CATERING! RED rushes backstage blowing past both Risky and BB. They both watch the man walk by shaking their heads as the scene fades.. ![]() ![]() We see R.I.P member Gambino just finishing getting ready for his match, taping up his hands with white tape. He tosses the roll to the side and looks more confident than before after his conversation with Zero. Gambino throws on his “In Trap We Trust” tanktop hearing a ruckus from behind the locker room door. Gambino: …. beeno? The ruckus gets closer and closer until it’s directly outside of his door. He walks toward it, flinging the door open to see Tanner Sands bouncing around on his pogo stick. Gambino: Nigga, what in the fuck is you doin’ right now? This how you get ready fo’ yo matches? Tanner suddenly stop bouncing and gets right off of his pogo stick, giving Gambino a look that just says “shit”. Tanner Sands: Yeah, fucker! It gets the adrenaline going, dude! Gambino: Fucker? Who da fuck you callin’ fucker with yo Billy Ray Cyrus lookin’ ass? Gambino points at Tanners mullet, chuckling at the very sight of it. Gambino: Forreal, breh. You needa do somin’ wit dat asap. I got a barba you could hit up, but he gon’ charge extra juss fo lookin’ at dat shiii. Tanner feels his hair before looking at Gambino with his right eyebrow raised. Tanner Sands: IT IS NOT A GOD DAMN MULLET! SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU PEOPLE? GAWD. Gambino: Aye, breh. Business in the front… Party in the back. I see you, it’s all good. We all got our own sense of swag. Yours is juss…. Gambino shrugs. Gambino: Word. Aye. My lil sister bout to bust yo ass tonight boi! Tanner tosses the pogo stick at the near wall, only for it to bounce and come back at him. Tanner quickly dodges it before getting back to his feet and looking at Gambino as if that didn’t just happened. Tanner Sands: Yo, everybody is telling me that, by I ain’t listening. As far as that match is concerned, I’m gonna make your sister have the match of her life before I drop her on her fucking head with the brainbuster. Tanner tries to do his best Inferno pose, but fails miserably. Gambino shakes his head, amused by Tanner. Gambino: You a funny ass dude, yo. Yo best bet not to listen, but shii. Be at my peace wit the fact that she gon’ handle you. I mean, shiii. If she wasn’t my sista, I’d help you out. But you know how it is. Family before anythin’ and shit. You got brothers so you understand. Tanner chuckles at the word “brothers”, knowing that his family isn’t even that close. Tanner Sands: My brothers are chodes. I don’t got a close family like yours. I’m pretty much by my damn self. But enough about my life. This ain’t a therapist’s office. Tonight, I’m gonna prove to the world that I am a god damn threat. I’m motherfukcing Johnny Manziel before the Bama game last year! Tanner walks over to Gambino, nodding his head at him. Tanner Sands: I got a match to get ready for... Tanner walks away from Gambino and says this next part in a whisper. Tanner Sands: And a new pogo stick to buy. Gambino watches Tanner exit as the scene goes back to ringside. ![]() ![]() We catch back up with the Co-GM’s who are seen walking down the hallway, both men yelling at one another after the happenings of the draft. Brandon Banks: Nah, fuck you yo. You knew I wanted Gia on my squad! You did that shit just to get to me! And did you really need to bring up that Racial Draft shit? You tryna catch a lawsuit, bruh? Lyle looks at Brandon with an eyebrow raised. Lyle Risky: The fuck?! THE FUCK?! I know you ain’t fuckin’ talkin bruh. I KNOW YOU AIN’T TALKIN BRUH!? You got Kai. You got fuckin Kai. May bad I ain’t know you had your head so deep Syn’s ass to the point you caught his balls on the way up there. Fuck outta here bruh. He pushes Brandon a little causing Brandon to stumble just a bit. Lyle Risky: I ain’t got time for yo shit. Banks drops his box of #TeamBanks t-shirts and gives Risky a shove. Brandon Banks: YOU TRYNA THROW DOWN RIGHT HERE?! I’LL WHOOP YO ASS RISKY. I AIN’T PLAYIN’ NO MO’. Lyle puts his fist up ready to fight with rage in his eyes. Lyle Risky: C’MON THEN?! C’MON! I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE!? YOU WANNA BEAT MY ASS? C’MON?! TRY?! THINK I CARE IF I GET MY ASS BEAT RIGHT NOW?! HELL NAH?! C’MON!!!! Lyle pushes Brandon as hard as he could as he notices Brandon still not swinging at him. Lyle Risky: THE FUCK YOU WAITIN’ FOR?! Brandon throws down his hands, just shaking his head and sighing. Brandon Banks: Look, bruh. I’m so--- Scandalous Tony comes up to the HKW GMs alongside Bank$quiat and the Randy The Pilot (the greatest referee of all time). Scandalous Tony: Umm...excuuussseeee me! I have a bone to pick with you people… Tony plays in his hair before pulling out his afro pick. He does a sarcastic chin rub before taking a deep breath. Scandalous Tony: This is some bullshit...first of all...why am I not competing tonight? SECONDLY, why is my next match a bra and panties match instead of a Heavyweight title match? I’m getting sick of this shit boys. First you steal the Sunshine title from me, then you take away my referee--- Randy The Pilot: You got me working fucking vending machines here… Scandalous Tony: Look, I don’t know what you two have against the Rich Homiez, but dammit we have rights. Bank$quiat: Mhmm….lil bitch $quiat looks at Randy who just pulled out a Twix bar and suddenly snatches it out his hand. Randy looks back at him furiously before shrugging it off and pulling out another one from his back pocket. Randy The Pilot: Win some, ya lose some. . Scandalous Tony: You two are fucking ridiculous. THIS IS SERIOUS BOYS! The fans have wanted to see me on top for a while now. I’m being held down by the man like it’s the seventies. Tony continues to pout while he picks out his afro. Still looking at Risky, Banks shakes his head turning his attention to Tony and the rest of the Rich Homiez. Brandon Banks: Tony. Tony Tony Tony. Held down by the man? Please don’t start that shit, bruh. We ain’t holdin’ down nobody. Matter fact, we already got something big planned for you and Banksquiat for Defiance nine. Banks turns back toward Risky and gives him a push. Brandon Banks: And as far as Defiance eight goes. Shit, man. I mean, that comes with the territory. We’ve all done some shit in our careers where we felt humiliated, and didn’t wanna do. I mean, it could be worse, right? You could be in a bikini jello pool match or somethin’? Randy The Pilot: I wouldn’t be opposed to that necessarily… Scandalous Tony: Dammit Randy no one asked you… Tony looks around before sighing...suddenly he notices a man staring at him down the hallway…Nervously, he tries to move the conversation along. Scandalous Tony: Well talk to us about Defiance nine, then. Bank$quiat: Mhmm...lil bi--- Scandalous Tony: SHUDDAP!!! Brandon and Risky look at one another, unsure what Tony sees, but neither man caring too much about it. Brandon Banks: Defiance nine… I can’t say. But! Risky could tell you a little some sumin’ bout your upcoming HKW championship match, ain’t that right mister Ascension assistant general manager? Banks picks up his box of #TeamBanks t-shirts and blows passed the crew, bumping shoulders with Risky as he heads back toward his office. Lyle stares at the back of Brandon’s head clinching his fist. Lyle Risky (mumbles): ...mother...fucker...jack...shit...son...of...a...bitch... Bank$quiat: You wont do it nigga. DO IT! $quiat takes a bite out of the Twix while laughing. Tony still isn’t amused in the slightest. Scandalous Tony: Yes Risky? I’m waiting…. Lyle looks over to Bank$quiat still a bit pissed off. He looks at him up and down. Lyle Risky: Don’t worry bout what the fuck I’ma do. He then looks over to Tony. Lyle Risky: That poll? You won that shit. You got your shot. Congrats… He turns and walks away in the opposite direction of where Brandon Banks went. Bank$quiat takes another bite of his Twix. Bank$quiat: Tell ya boy to watch his mouf when he talk to me Sunny. Nigga got braids like lil niece Shay Shay and nem. Just as Scandalous (who’s much more satisfied than he was about 20 seconds ago) is about to respond, two security guards are seen rushing towards them. They’re moving urgently and seem to be worried. Bank$quiat’s paranoia causes him to start running away, leaving Tony and Randy alone. Randy The Pilot: Look if this is about that incident downstairs, I swear she was down for it before she passed ou-- Randy’s mouth is covered by Tony’s hand as the guards warn the men. Security Guard #1: Have you seen a short Mexican with long jet black hair and a Jesus piece around his neck? Security Guard #2: There is a man on the loose backstage with a firearm, we need your cooperation. Scandalous Tony and Randy look at the men for a second with blank stares then at each other before shrugging their shoulders. Randy The Pilot: I ain’t seen shit. I don’t know shit. But I know Twix. Scandalous Tony: Yeah...we don’t “cooperate” with feds…. The two walk away from the guards, looking at each other with slight terror in their eyes. ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. 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. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first...From the great state of Ohio, weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS! 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. Strobe lights are everywhere. Smoke is filling the air. Turn up the beat, oh yeah. This is how hard we go! The lighting begins to flash purple, black and pink as "Strobe lights" hits the PA system. Felicity walks out onto the entrance way wearing a tiara on her head and a black jacket over her top. She turns her back and starts walking backwards down the ramp with her arms to her side, the camera focusing in on the "Queen B" writing on the back of her coat. Taking chemical shots So much that your mouth is bubbling So much that your stuttering To the beat, Do you feel that Boom boom Tell me do you feel that Boom boom boom boom She faces forward and takes a look out at the crowd before walking to the ring slapping the hands of a few lucky fans along the way. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Standing in at 5'7 and coming to us from Jersey City, New Jersey. She is self proclaimed Queen B of Hard Knox..... FELLIIICIIITYYYYY!! When she gets on the ring apron, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and riles the crowd up before hopping into the ring and sitting down in between the ropes, waiting patiently for the match to begin. Match Seven Singles Match ![]() ![]() When the bell rings, Felicity glances at referee Robinson and shakes her head. Tanner smirks as he paces his way toward the challenger, taunting her to attack him. He doesn't have to taunt long as Felicity explodes out of her corner, clubbing Tanner with stiff right hands. She goes to whip him into the ropes, but Tanner turns it around and executes a back body drop to the tag team champ. He grabs a handful of her hair and tosses her across the ring, spreading his arms out to the side and taking heat from the crowd. As the match progressed, Tanner still had the match in hand, now holding Felicity in a Crossface. Felicity wills her way toward the ropes and grabs them, but Tanner held in the crossface until the ref got to five. He allows Felicity to get to her feet and then charges in for a clothesline, but Felicity ducks underneath it and pulls the top rope down, sending Tanner crashing down to the outside. Felicity waits for him to get to his feet, and once he does, she bounces off the ropes and soars over them, crashing landing on Sands! The fans start a small HKW! chant as Felicity slides Tanner into the ring and makes the cover. 1 2 NO! Kickout by Sands. Felicity doesn't hesitate, quickly perching to the top rope, calling for the "Felony 1" but Sands pushes the ref into the rope, causing Felicity to land on the corner and then down to the mat! Sands makes the cover as referee Robinson looks reluctant but gets in position. 1 2 NO! Kickout just as the referee's hand was coming down for three. Sands lifts Felicity and sets her in position for the The S.S. Sands (Brainbuster), but Felicity shoves him out of the way and... BANK SHOT! But Tanner ducks underneath it and the referee gets knocked out by Felicity's superkick! Felicity takes a moment to check on the referee, but once she turns around, she's met with a kick to the gut and... THE S.S. SANDS! Tanner makes the cover as the crowd makes the count.. 1 2 3 It's academic, but there's no referee! Sands makes his way over to Robinson and tries to get him up, allowing Felicity to recover. Once Felicity is up to her feet, she looks out onto the apron as referee Lee Redford charges down to the ring. Felicity grins and waits for Tanner to turn around. Once he does, she catches him with a sidekick and proceeds to lock him in the Light Dreams! Lee slides into the ring and calls for the bell... But Sands hasn't tapped?? DING DING DING! Winner via submission - Felicity (18:33) "Strobelights" hits the PA system as Felicity slides out of the ring and referee Redford hands her the tag team title. She gives him a hug as Sands looks on in disbelief, piecing together what just happened. ![]() ![]() Selena King is seen standing backstage with a wide smile on her face. The camera focuses out just enough to see HKW’s mastodon, Tank, standing to her side, rubbing his hands patiently waiting for his match. Selena King: Ladies and gentlemen… My guest at this time… T--- Before Selena can get the name out, Tank gently places his hand over her mouth, reaching out and grabbing the microphone from her hand. Tank: Tank understands Selena is just doing her job, but Tank doesn’t need Selena around to talk right now. Tank shoo’s her away as Selena exits the picture and Tank turns his attention to the camera. Tank: Tank thinks it’s funny that people believe Tank’s a joke. And maybe Tank has been so far, but it’s time for that to change! Tank isn’t someone here for your humor. Tank is here to make a name for himself, and eventually, Tank wants to be called back up to the PDW roster. He stops, pulling the microphone away from his lips and spits on the ground. Tank: See, Tank knows he has flaws. Tank knows he has a lot to work on. But one thing Tank knows you can’t teach in strength. Tank is by far the strongest man in HKW, and even in PDW, but Tank has never used his strength to his advantage. Tank… always felt guilty when Tank has to use his strength. Tank never wanted to hurt people, but now? Tank has changed. Oh. There’s a Tank smirk. Tank: Tank has finally realized that he has nobody. Tank was searching for friendship and companionship since being sent to protect Cindy Parker, but now Tank finally sees the truth. All of you in the locker room think Tank’s a joke because of the way Tank speaks. You think Tank is a joke because Tank likes to joke around. He shakes his from side to side. Tank: Not no more! Tonight, Tank shows the world exactly what he’s capable of when he destroys Gambino. The mere mention of Gambino’s name causes Tank to look away, clearly angered and a bit… upset. Tank: Gambino… Tank trusted you. No matter what people said about Beeno, Tank always trusted you. You broke that trust when you cost me my HKW No Limits championship. Tank still doesn’t know why, nor does Tank care… But since Gambino broke Tank’s trust… Tank’s going to break Gambino’s back. Allow Tank to show Gambino what’s going to happen to him. He places the microphone on the ground, and comes back up with a solid metal rod. He grabs each end with his hands, and begins to bend the model rod in half without even using much strength! Once the rods bent, he tosses it to the side and picks back up the microphone. Tank: Tank fucking Smirk, bitch. He drops the mic and exits the picture as Selena stops back, her mouth agape, staring at the metal rod Tank bent in half. She picks it up and looks directly at the camera. Selena King: Holy shit! With that, we go commercial. ![]() ![]() Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is now a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS MATCH! As "Money and Power” by Kid Ink begins to play, Gambino explodes onto the entrance ramp with a trash can full of weapons, alongside his client Zero standing next to him. Gambino hops down the ramp, extra hyper, as Zero stops him and gives him a quick pep talk. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first… Accomplanied to the ring by Zero McHannon… From Jersey City, New Jersey… He is GAMBINOOOO! Gambino runs toward the ring, tossing the garbage can filled with weapons into the ring, then looks under the ring and pulls out a hockey stick. He slides into the ring and waits for Tank to make his entrance.. "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 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! Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, standing at 5'11” and weighing in at 300lbs... TANK. He snaps out of his zone, and becomes focused on the task at hand, slamming down at the ring steps before walking up them. He walks midway across and looks at the crowd, pounding his chest over and over again. He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner. Tank then stretches out as he prepares for the match. Match Eight No Disqualifcations ![]() ![]() There were plenty of weapons inside and outside the ring as the camera starts to zoom in on the two competitors. The bell rings as Gambino and Take start off by staring each other down from opposing sides of the ring. Gambino looks around him and picks up the first thing he sees, which happens to be a hockey stick. Tank starts to laugh as Gambino swings the stick around, doing his best to look like a ninja. He takes a swing towards Tank’s head, but he ducks out of the way just in time to smack the stick out of Gambino’s hand and grabs for him next. Gambino was too quick for Tank while he dives under his arms and starts to punch Tank in the back, but Tank doesn’t budge. He turns around, shrugging as Gambino takes a few steps backwards. Gambino tries to run past Tank real quick, but he reaches out and delivers a backbreaker to Gambino. As Tank is smiling and laughing to the crowd, Gambino rolls over with the hockey stick in hand and…. WHAP!!! Gambino wrecks Tank in the back of the head with it!!! The hockey stick literally breaks over Tank’s head as the mastodon goes down and Gambino quick goes for the cover. ONE TWO THRRRR-------NO! Tank kicks out with force, sending Gambino halfway across the ring. Gambino gets to his feet and starts dancing around the ring, ala Muhammed Ali, patiently waiting for Tank to get up. He grabs the trash can and charges in at Tank, but Tank tosses him high in the air and Gambino lands right on the trash can. Tank rips Gambino to his feet only to press him up, and drop him right back down to the mat. As the match continues, Tank continues having fun with Tank until he calls for the #TankSmash when suddenly. “Here I stand… Helpless and left for dead.” The R.I.P. theme song hits the PA as Joey Perello and Chopz come dashing in from the crowd, hopping over the barrier. Tank grabs a kendo stick that was in the ring, begging for Perello and Chopz to get inside. With Tank’s backs turned, Gambino gets him with a low blow as Perello and Chopz slide into the ring and begin beating down on Tank! Gambino rests in the corner as Perello slides out of the ring and grabs two steel chairs, sliding back in the ring and handing one to Chopz. As Tank gets to his feet, Perello and Chopz rear back and… CONCHAIRTO! Tank goes crashing down as Gambino jumps on him for the cover and the referee has no other choice but to make the count.. One Two Three! Winner via pinfall - Gambino (9:21) R.I.P celebrates their victory as Perello and Chopz hoist Gambino onto their shoulder. With that, we go to commercial.
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![]() The scene opens backstage in the vending room. Chief Supervisor of Vending Operations, Randy The Pilot is seen manning the area in full flight attire, like always. He looks around and out the hallway and doesn't see anyone in plain sight. Randy walks back to the main snack machine and looks at the options. Randy The Pilot: Son of a bitch...they got a whole row of Twix...behind a fucking Quaker granola bar. That's just fuckery. Just as Randy reaches into his back pocket, someone creeps behind him. It's a short, shirtless & tatted up man with a white t-shirt tied around his face to hide his identity. He has a Jesus piece around his neck and baggy black sweatpants. Suddenly, he springs up, puts his hand over Randy's mouth and holds a 40-glock to the back of his head. A hidden security camera captures it all. Robber: Alright vato, play it cool. We can do this the easy way or the hard way...gimme the keys to the machines. Randy throws his arms up in the air, the masked man opens his hand so Randy can speak. Robber: If you scream, you die pendejo. Randy The Pilot: I don't have the keys man. Risky and BB told me I'd have to earn them. Robber: Oh no? Well...gimme ya wallet, puta. Before Randy could respond the man reached into his back pocket and snatched it out. He kept the gun to his head as he pulled away to check the contents inside. Nervously, Randy starts hyperventilating. Robber: Calm the fuck down....Aye nigga, how much you got left on this Applebees gift card, ese? I know it ain't the full fifty. Randy stutters. Randy The Pilot: I--I--think like 23.64..it ain't much but you could use it on half-price appetizer night. Or even the 2 for 20 deal that comes with 2 entrees, a sal-- Robber: ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKER I GET IT SHIT! The robber continues to rummage through the wallet, pulling out a medium sized Lifestyle and laughing to himself. Randy, unaware of what he's laughing at starts to laugh too. The robber immediately presses the gun to his head. Robber: THIS SHIT A GAME TO YOU HOLMES? Man...I'd rob you, but you ain't even got shit. How was you gonna buy a snack with no money in this bitch? Not even no silver change...must have left it on the jet, huh?[/i][/b] Randy's nervousness died down a bit once he heard him say jet. It could only be a friend. Randy The Pilot: Santos...Cucuy? Robber: Shit... The robber removes the shirt and swings his long jet black hair back to form. He puts the gun down and turns Randy around. Santos: I almost gotcha bitch ass. Santos looks down at a big wet spot in Randy's pants. Randy tries to play it off. Randy The Pilot: It's not what you think...Actually it is, but fuck you. Scaring the shit out of me and shit...Shit I need some Kucci Kush now. Santos: Nigga I told you to calm down. You ain't believe I was actually gonna rob you right? Randy cracks a half smile. Santos: But forreal...I ain't leavin without cleaning this place out. I heard these machines be juggin and I'll be damned if I get the okie-doke. So here, hold these and go close the door and keep a lookout. Santos (HKW's newest signee if you didn't know) handed Randy 2 large potato sacks that were hanging out his back pocket before Randy headed for the door. He takes the t-shirt and wraps it around the barrel of the pistol before taking a few steps back. He aims at the glass window and fires a single shot, startling Randy almost to death but shattering the glass completely. He re-wraps the gun and aims it at the glass window of the drink machine next to it and fires again. The glass shatters once more as Santos tucks the pistol in his draws. Santos: Gimme one of those bags. Fill that one up with the comida, amigo I got the bebidos. HURRY THE FUCK UP!! They won't know it's us. They gonna think Bank$quiat did it. The two rush to the fill the sacks up. Santos continues to look around as he grabbed the drinks and threw them in the bag. Meanwhile, Randy grabs the granola bar and throws it behind him so he could access all the Twix. Randy The Pilot: God works in mysterious ways... Soon, the vending machines were all cleaned out. Santos sends Randy to look out the door to see if anyone's coming. Santos: We clear? Randy The Pilot: I see two security guards at the end of the hallway but they're walking in the opposite direction. Santos: Let's move vato. To the jet. Santos notices the camera in the right corner of the room and looks directly into it before covering his face and firing at it. The screen goes to snow before blacking out. ![]() ![]() In a poorly lit room, there sat one man lacing up his freshly polished combat boots. As only one light lit the room you could only see the man’s silhouette moving around in the darkness. The man would lean back in the steel chair that he had occupied far enough to let the light show his face. It revealed that it was none other than the silent Samoan, Leifi Maivia. Obviously preparing for his match, he was in an even more intense mood than normally seen. After a brief moment a knock on the door echoed through the silent room taking Leifi’s attention. Leifi Maivia: “Who is it?” The voice behind the door responded, “Acelin, let me in bro.” Leifi Maivia: “Come in Ace.” As the door opened the camera’s view then panned out to show the silhouette of the man who referred to himself as ‘Acelin’ standing in the doorway. He paused for a moment felt on the wall for a light switch. He had finally found the switch and flipped on one light not trying to kill Leifi’s mood. Acelin Tate: “Man let’s brighten this room up a bit shall we? Man security is tough here man. They almost didn’t let me backstage.” Leifi Maivia: “Yeah man, there are a lot of weirdoes running around so they can never be too sure. But yeah man what’s up? My brothers not enjoying the vip skybox that RIP got them or what?” Acelin Tate: “No we love it, they aren’t why I’m here…” Acelin closes the door behind him and approaches his friend Leifi and squats down before him. Acelin Tate: “Listen, your Uncle, some of your cousins and family friends want to know. What’s up with this RIP thing and that attack? It rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. You know me; we’ve done a lot of things in our careers as a mean tag team so I know the deal man. I’m not ripping on you brother. But to them they feel as if you’re straying away. They sent me to ask you what’s up?” Leifi grins a little bit before taking a deep breath and looking to his friend who squatted before him. Leifi Maivia: “Listen Acelin, as you know we do certain things to make an impact. That was my moment. This is business, I get a hit list and I deliver. Point, blank, period, it’s nothing personal at all. My Uncle of all people should know about this. I was about 9 years old when I watched him pummel his own team mate with a steel chair and end his career. Everyone hated him for it, but that led to his first title within the next few weeks. Even you, Acelin remember when you super kicked your own sister on your debut in the indies?” The grizzly looking man with long hair half dyed blonde, the other half jet black rubbed his chin and looked to the floor. Acelin Tate: “Yeah man, I know how it is. That’s why I can relate. I just came to scope out some of these beautiful ladies backstage. But your family insisted I speak to you while I was up and trying to get back here.” Leifi nods and stands up, respectfully Acelin stands up as well. Leifi Maivia: “I know they are going to question my methods and my tactics, but they do know family is always first. But when I do have a job, like I said I’m a hitman. I get the list; I get the name, I GET RESULTS. As for tonight retribution can be paid. A fair match has been placed am I right? If the individuals who were on the list for the night want their chance at me, I do welcome it with open arms. I fear no one. I back down from no challenge at all, and you know this Ace. My family knows this. So the coward talk will all be eliminated. I was told to make an impact so I did, and now everyone knows my name. I might have come on a little too ‘strong’ but that will be overlooked brother. My career will be more than a bunch of ambushes, and gang beat downs on one guy. One on one, two on one, three on one, it matters not. I welcome all challenges. “ Aceling slaps Leifi’s shoulder with a grin Acelin Tate: “I know man; I’ve seen your work first hand. I know you’re no coward. But just do me this one favor, and do not lose focus on the mission, do not lose focus on your goal. Alright man, your family loves you. They might be upset but I know they care mate. Just don’t lose your way…. Believe!” Leifi straightens out his combat vest and nods. Leifi Maivia: “No worries, I won’t. But if you don’t mind, I need to finish getting ready for my match.” Acelin backs off of Leifi slowly, and smirks as he turns out the light and opens the door. He looks back to Leifi who stood alone in the room. Acelin Tate: “Knock their asses out tonight. Give them something else to remember. Give them justice!” Acelin then walks out of the door closing it behind him. The camera turns back to Leifi who sits back down into his chair and looks to the ceiling as the camera fades to black. ![]() ![]() The camera pans in to see the HKW Ring Announcer, Sadee Sanderson McLean in the middle of the ring with the microphone in hand. Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following match is a SIX-MAN tag team match and is schedule for one fall.. Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the bass 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 D.C. & Leifi Maivia are seen making their way through the audience not giving a damn about the fans who are either cheering them on or booing them. The camera then searches for third man and it finally gets a shot of Lance Winters harassing a fan on the other side of the arena. He pushes the fan away and heads on down. 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 Both D.C. and Maivia take their turns hopping over the barricade as Lance has already done so and slides into the ring eyeing the ring announcer. They then too slide into the ring. 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 The three of them look around at the fans not giving a fuck about the people in the crowd and walks around the ring like they own it while they wait for their opponents. “Betrayal” by Gangstarr begins playing over the speakers. “Scandalous, Money, Greed, and Lust...in this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust.” The laid back beat bumps as the crowd sees Jason Mentez walking straight from the back. Sadee Sanderson McLean: Now coming to the ring from Queens, New York. Standing at 6'1" weighing 218 pounds. He is Wreckless...Malicious...Jason Mentez!!! He walks down the ramp not acknowledging the crowd or any of the sounds from people around him. He just bobs his head, taking his time listening to the music thats close to his heart. After the slow stroll he reaches the ringside only to be met by D.C. leaning over the rope taunting him. “Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans almost entirely. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his partner, weighing in tonight at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, Cain Morgan. He reaches Mentez side not acknowledging his partner just stares inside of the ring at RIP. 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 while holding the HKW Championship. Sadee Sanderson McLean: And their partner, weighing at 195 lbs, standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! The HKW Champion! EMILIO VIALPONDO!!!!!! 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 RIP members in the ring. 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 then looks away from them and to his two partners. He nods their way and joines them at their side. Match Nine Six Man Tag Match ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() ![]() All three men cautiously hop onto the ring apron as the RIP members laugh at their coward like play. Winters grabs the shoulders of D.C. and Maivia to get them to back up to their corner so the others can go ahead and get in the ring. When in ring Cain steps up to be first as Winters tells Maivia to take him on. The two lock up in the middle of the ring but Cain is surely no match for Maivia as he is pushed all the way back to his own corner. Emilio shakes his head, in reaction to the laughs Cain brushes off his shoulders and stares at Emilio for a second but that little staredown is cut short as Maivia rushes in for a running headbutt onto Cain in the corner turnbuckle. Lance is seen clapping and chanting... "Encore! Bravo!" Maivia then looks at both Mentez and Emilio with a cold stare before pulling Cain out by the arm, only to deliver a hellish clothesline sending him to the ground. Maivia continues this brute attack until Cain finally dodges a big boot from the big man and hits a Black Hole Sun out of no where! He tries to pin Maivia but is sent flying off after Leifi pushes him off like a bench bar. Maivia shake his head as he gets up to his feet. Mentez immediately tags himself in as Cain is backed up into their corner. Cain tries to go after Mentez but the ref holds him back. With the ref's turned D.C. hops into the ring assisting Maivia to hit a double flapjack on Mentez. Maivia gets out of the ring as D.C. goes for the cover. One TwKickout! D.C. seems amused by this as he picks up Mentez who unlike Cain has some fight in him. Mentez shoves Chaos off of him and hits elbow smash. D.C. stumbles back a little and laughs. He taunts Jason telling him to come on. The two put up their fist ready to fight and they begin to throw down in the middle of the ring! Neither man lets up as Lance watches closely giggling as he watches the fight go on. The way Mentez and Chaos has went at it for five minutes straight makes it seem like this isn't a wrestling match at all! Mentez seems to be getting the upper hand after he knee lifts in D.C.'s get. He then Lou Thez Press' him and when mounting him on the ground begins to throw punch combinations. After a while Emilio is tagged in as they seem to have the advantage over RIP. Emilio is all over Maivia, Winters has yet to be tagged in as he has just been enjoying the match as a common spectator. Emilio begins kicking Maivia in the legs trying to get the big man down. Eventually Leifi falls to one knee and Emilio hits an Enziguri! He then hits a flipping leg drop and tries to go for the pin. One Two Kickout! Emilio shakes his head as he gets up. He goes to lock in the surf board stretch after kicking Leifi onto his stomach. Leifi does not quit as he begins to throw elbows back towards Emilio. He eventually knocks Emilio off and is back up to his feet. Emilio swiftly dodges each of Maivia's attacks until he is caught by a Battle Cry Clothesline. Lance Winters then calls for Maiva telling him to tag him in. After Winters is tagged in he stalks Emilio until Emilio climbs up to his feet with help of the ropes. Winters quickly hits a Full Nelson suplex sending Emilio to his corner. Emilio tries getting up but it quickly brought down by a punt kick. Winters kicks Emilio out of the ring and throws up his arms yelling out to the other two men to see who was next. Mentez and Cain both ge the ring. They then both get in each others faces about who was going to take on Winters. Mentez shoves Cain and begins to make his way towards Winters until Cain pulls Mentez back and hits a Twist of Cain on his own partner! Winters laughs and shrugs it off. Cain then makes his way for Winters. He tries to throw a punch but Winters quickly dodges and punches him in the gut. Winters then hits a Double Armed DDT. Getting up he shakes his head at the fallen Cain and begins to curb stomp him repeatedly. The ref tries to pull Winters off but Winters turns towards the ref while Cain spits up blood onto the mat. The ref tries to plead to Winters begging him not to hurt him but Winters doesn't listen as he kicks him in the balls and hits a Diamond Cutter. He then turns his attention back to Cain and continues his vicious onslaught of curb stomps. Lance begins to laugh and calls out to the fans to see if they're enjoying the show. He waves them off not caring for their reactions and picks up Cain. He begins to set up for the Death Toll. He smirks before hitting the finisher. He nods and hits it! Cain lays there knocked out and Lance drags over the ref. He pins Cain and begins to give himself the count with the rest hand. One Two Three! Winner - RIP via pinfall (29:34) ![]() ![]() We catch up backstage with one Felicity Banks, now out of her ring gear, packing up her stuff. She tosses her gear into her dufflebag, a flurry of curse words exiting her mouth. Felicity: Fucking tired of this shit. Haven’t lost a fucking match in two months, and someone like Tony gets an HKW championship match before me? What the fuck has he done? He probably voted for himself on that poll each time! That’s fucking bullshit. Fucking bullshit! She zips up her bag with some force behind it, sighing as she makes her way toward the mini fridge inside her locker room. Felicity: Seriously have to have a talk with Star or Angel or something. First Brandon takes me out of the tournament, and now Risky doesn’t even pay attention to me? Fuck that. This isn’t fair at all. She opens the mini fridge, pulling a blue Gatorade. She doesn’t drink it, and instead, smashes it off the wall, exploding the contents of the bottle all over the Descent locker room. Felicity: FUCK! As she continues to rage, a calm, polite voice causes her to pause as it watches her. ???: Bee in your Bonnet, Miss Banks? She turned to look at the doorway, and found Syn standing there, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a look of obvious, dark amusement on his painted face. He seemed to have been watching her the entire time, or at least for a good while as he slowly pushed himself up and walked inside. Felicity smirks, almost mimicking Syn’s stance, crossing her arms and giving him a devious glare. Felicity: Hi, Syn. She uncrosses her arms and lets out a deep sigh. Felicity: A bee in my Bonnet is a pretty good way to describe it. I’m just frustrated, that’s all… But you probably already knew that. She turns back around and moves over toward her bags, talking to Syn the entire time. Felicity: How long have you been standing there anyway? Syn smirks slightly as he watches her, before he looks over at where the bottle of Gatorade exploded. Syn: Long enough to know you’re incredibly frustrated that you’re apparently being overlooked, Dear. While I’m inclined to agree that it doesn’t seem fair, I don’t think that you are deliberately being ignored….I suppose. Syn slowly began to walk towards Felicity, a look of curiousness on his face. Syn: But perhaps you can shed a little more light other than what I overheard. Felicity turns around, somewhat surprised that Syn’s of all people would listen to her. Felicity: It’s just… Stupid, ya know? Like, Tony? What has he done in HKW thus far except bring out that toy belt? If it were someone like… I don’t know, your brother maybe? I wouldn’t have said anything. But Tony? I just think I’ve been just as good, if not better than he has. Felicity sighs once again, still not through venting out her frustrations. Felicity: Like, Ashley got a chance to be in that gauntlet tonight, and I was relegated to Tanner Sands? TANNER SANDS?! Felicity tugs down on the back of her hair, letting out an ear piercing squeal. Felicity: That’s not right. Something’s up here, and I’m tired of whatever it is. Syn watched and listened as she talked for a few moments in a respectful silence, before speaking. Syn: Perhaps they want to put an end to an idea that they won’t make you work for any title opportunities that may come in the future. A bit of “Paying Dues”, if you will. After all, you are very close to both Mr. Risky and Brandon. Putting you into title contention this soon would hear cries of Bias and Nepotism from more narrow minded members of the roster. He leans against a wall, again crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at the ceiling. Syn: Thats the most sensible reason, anyway. Felicity gently places her finger on her chin, thinking over everything Syn had to say. Felicity: You know… You actually have a point there. She makes a “Hm” noise, bringing her hands to her waist. Felicity: You’re a smart guy, Syn. I don’t think I would’ve came up with that by myself. I guess I still have a lot to learn after all. She smirks, grabbing her tag team title from the chair next to her and draping it around her shoulder along with her dufflebag. Felicity: Hey, seeing as I have a match with your brother next week… Can you gimmie some tips? Maybe let me in on a weakness or two? Syn chuckles softly, shaking his head slightly as a very small smile formed. Syn: Dear, he’s wrestled twice as long as I, and is particularly fond of this match type because submissions are his ace. The only advice I can give is earn his respect early in the match by showing just how capable you are. Otherwise….well… He reaches out and taps her arm, knowing that it was the arm she had injured in the first several episodes of Defiance. The smile on his face becoming just a bit more eerie as he continued. Syn: ...you may be leaving the arena without this particular body part. Literally. Felicity glances at both of her arms, then her legs, not fond of hearing about missing body parts. Felicity: I’ll do my very best. Might be tough since he’s going to be wearing a prom dress… She giggles at the thought, running her fingers through her hair with a sigh. Felicity: I guess we’ll see what happens. Oh, yeah! I heard you’re with RCW now? They actually… She sighs, unsure if this was the time to reveal the news. Felicity: They, like… Contacted me about being apart of the roster. Shit… A few places have, actually. Syn glanced at her curiously, not knowing that the company had approached her. Syn: Yes...I’m actually the “Uncrowned” World Heavyweight Champion...due to a few little technicalities here and there. He turned to look at her fully, a small smirk on his face as he continued. Syn: Perhaps if you run through enough members of the roster, I would be inclined to face you for the title...or we could skip that part entirely and I could offer one to you, just to see how much of a challenge you would be. After all, you appear to be the only Banks at the moment who has a fire lit under them. Felicity chuckles, waving Syn’s comments away. Felicity: I don’t think I wanna have a match with you just yet, Syn. I mean, Brytain kicked my ass pretty well at the first Defiance. I’m not taking anything away from her, but I’m pretty sure you’d do just as much… Probably more? Yeah. Probably more. She walks toward Syn, stopping just a few feet away. Felicity: And since you were kind enough to give me the 4-1-1 on Kai and my limbs, let me tell you something about Brandon. Doubting him? She shakes her head from side to side. Felicity: That’s the last thing you want to do, Syn… because he’ll get you for it when you least expect it. Felicity gives him a little wink and a wave as she proceeds toward her locker room door and exiting. As she was leaving, she missed the somewhat sinister smile Syn gave, and the dark chuckle that followed. Syn: Oh, but that is just it, My Dear. I’m counting on that… He continued to chuckle for a few moments, before it evolved into full blown, demented, maniacal laughter as the camera fades out. ![]() ![]() Returning from commercial break, the camera come into focus in the Co-General Managers office of Brandon Banks.. the person inside the office wasn’t the person who it belonged to instead, a young female who had a very displeased look on her face from everything that’s been thrown at her. The assistant; Anya Hunter. She runs her fingers through her hair as a slight smile appears on her features as she clapped her hands Anya Hunter: Finally.. This damn filing system is finished and.. almost towards the end of the show… She rests her head on the desk and sighs a breath of relief before muttering swear words under it. Strolling into the office is one Brandon Banks with a smile from ear to ear. He slams his hands on the desk, startling Anya just a bit. Brandon Banks: You done made me proud, Anya! This place looks great! It sucks we’re probably gonna have to do this all over again when we move to the training facility, but aye! Least you know now that you can do it. Banks smirks, giving Anya a slight slap on the shoulder. Brandon Banks: I’m just kidding. I won’t make you do paperwork again… Well, not that much at least. He hops onto the desk with his rear, almost mimicking the day he met Anya. Brandon Banks: Aye, but while you’re here, I wanna run something by ya since you’re always filled with ideas. You ever talk to Tango about that match with Perello? Anya looks at the man with a face with reflected her attitude at the time before she shook her head smiling Anya: No Brandon, when I went to reach out to Mr. Tango, I never received an answer. Looks like for that match in question, You’ll be short a man. Let’s hope by that time, those hounds bite off a little more and piss another person off. She said coldly as she stood up to give back his seat and sat down in the chair which was in front of the desk.. Brandon Banks: You didn’t have to get up, you know. You can sit in my seat if you want. He slaps his hands of the desk, fidgeting around a bit. Brandon Banks: This desk is actually mad comfy. But, yeah. I really wasn’t worried about Tango. I just wanted to make sure I had a commentator for the night, but now that I know he isn’t really tryin’ to have a match with Perello, lets move onto more important manners. Defiance IX, Anya? That’s our next big show… And I’m tryin’ to make this shit more memorable than Defiance VI was. We already got our HKW championship match between Mentez, Morgan, and Vialpandndo inside an enclosed cage with the GO contract winner, Gwen Massey, as the special referee… We got Team Banks versus Team Risky... But we need a little more…. He slides himself off of the desk and onto his chair. Brandon Banks: A little more “umph” if you will. Got any ideas for me? She nods as she pulls out her phone and runs through her list of matches pre-planned. Anya: Hmm.. Trying to top Defiance VI huh? Eh, my ideas here will probably be better used on another event. Not saying they are bad or something but.. since we were talking about Mr. Joey. Why not have him go against Tank? She asked as she shrugged her shoulders and looked at Brandon. Banks scratches at the stubbly beard starting to grow on his face, taking a minute to go over the thought. Brandon Banks: You know what? That’s actually a damn good idea, especially after Perello did what he did Tank earlier in the night. He continues to ponder the thought, snapping his fingers just as he finished. Brandon Banks: Alright then. Tank and Perello at Defiance IX one on one. We’ll think of a stipulation later. Now… The hell am I supposed to do with the tag team situation? We got some squads here, Anya. I ain’t even sure who to give the shot too. Rich Homiez? 420 B.C. again? Mago and Myers? Who? Anya placed her finger to her lips and tapped it softly trying to figure out who exactly should get the title match. Just as she was getting ready to speak. The door opens and two females walk in with a smile on ones face and a blank look on the other, as if she did not want to be there. Katia Torres: I swore I just heard that YOU ALL were in need of finding opponents to face the Tag Team Champions? Well, you are looking at them! Ayna looked at the overly happy female and then shook her head Anya Hunter: Uh, No disrespect. Who are you all again? The female’s face dropped as she crossed her arms and shook her head Katia Torres: Well, I am Katia and this is my little sister Katanna, we are Primitive Unrated. We were told to come by and speak to one of the Co-General Managers about signing some papers!? Anya looked over at Brandon and then pointed to the neatly filed and color coordinated filer Anya: It’s the blue tab Mr. Banks.. I’ll give you my choice after you’re done with these two Anya said as she stood up and offered up her seat and the females declined. Brandon reaches over his desk and grabs the blue tabbed file filled with HKW contracts, sliding two of them across the table to the team known as Primitive Unrated. Brandon Banks: Another tag team? Shit, I’m wit it. But y’all gotta understand… I can just hand over title shots to newbies, ya know? Banks stops himself. Brandon Banks: Did I really just say newbies? He shakes his head. Brandon Banks: Been around that Anya too much I think. That gaming lingo startin’ to spread to me, bruh. Annnywayyyy, yeah. We’d love to have you guys aboard, but… I can’t just give you a title shot for signing a contract. The other young’n’s in the back wouldn’t like it much. But I do have an idea. How about y’all make your debut at Defiance IX? I’m not sure who you’re gonna go up against just yet, but if you impress me, Risky, and the fans… You’ll be in line for a tag title shot before you know it. Katia Torres: Hey, nothing in this world is free.. Just have to work at it until we get it right Katanna? Katanna Torres: Yeah, seems legit to me. I have no issues. Both females sign on the dotted line and Anya quickly comes between the sisters and Banks and takes their contracts and holds them close to her smiling because she knew Brandon would just sit them somewhere and forget them Anya: Well ladies, welcome to Hard Knox.. I will be in touch with your opponents. I hope you all fight hard and soon fulfill your dreams of being Tag Champions. The members of Primitive Unrated both smile at the two and walk out the room. Anya sighing softly sits back down in her seat and shakes her head. Anya Hunter: Imagine if that Katia is the future of the Tag Division.. I couldn’t do it, and people say I am too happy… nonetheless She pauses.. Anya Hunter: Rich Homiez will be my first choice. Even though this will be their first real Tag Team Match.. I believe that they may be able to take home the gold. If not, we can start from square one. Tis your call Mr. Banks Banks nods his head, giving Anya a golf clap. Brandon Banks: That’s exactly what I was thinking. Tony’s been on a roll here in HKW, and so has Banksquiat. So then it’s settled? Descent will be defending their titles against the Rich Homiez. Hell, since you made the match, you can pick the stip. It’s the least I could do for… He points at the neatly filed papers on his desk. Brandon Banks: Gettin’ all that bullshit done for me. Anya smirked and looked away for a quick second Anya Hunter: Elimination Tag. Not tornado either. Let’s see who’s resolve is greater. Let’s let HKW and their fans see what our Tag Team division can literally do. Plus, it’d be cool to see who trusts who more… Anya said as she slides the two new applications into a green folder in the filer. Brandon Banks: Sounds like plan. So that’s two matches already for D-9. Perello and Tank, and then the tag team championship match. Proud of ya, Anya. You’re doin’ a damn good job. A momentary silence takes over as we hear one of the two’s stomachs beginning to rumble. Banks quickly clutches at his stomach. Brandon Banks: Hungry as hell yo. You tryna go get some Wendy’s after this main event? I bet you’re hungry too. She nods her head as Banks reaches for the remote control for the television, turning it to Defiance and the two get ready to watch the main event. ![]() Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following match is the main event of the night! The audience cheers as some have just been waiting for this match. Sadie Sanderson McLean: It is a no limits match and it is for the HKW No Limits Championship! Introducing first... 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. 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. Sadie Sanderson McLean: ...she is the challenger, from Sydney, Australia; weighing in at 170 pounds, she is KASEY FONTAINE! She is not scared to die/ Best things in life cause her to cry. Crucify then burn The lights dim and "Brackish" by Kittie thunders through the arena as Ava Adore steps slowly out onto the stage. Her deep green eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: the ring. When she steps through that curtain, there is nothing more important in her mind than stepping into the ring and getting her hands dirty. She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her. Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, she is the No Limits Champion, from Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing in at 135 pounds, she is AVA ADORE! Ava hands her title to Sadie before Sadie exits the ring. The ref asks both competitors if they are ready and they simultaneously nod their heads as they warm up. The ref quickly calls for the bell. Match Ten No Limits Championship ![]() ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Kasey quickly charges at Ava, but Ava manages to duck before the oncoming attack could get the best of her. Kasey quickly turns around and is met with a headbutt that knocks her backwards into the corner. Ava drills her with two more headbutts, causing Kasey to slump to the ground. Ava then grabs and hits an exploder suplex on her, the audience booing for the most part as Ava goes for a quick cover. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Ava quickly rolls to the outside after Kasey quicks out and immediately searches under the ring before finding a kendo stick. She quickly rolls back into the ring and finds Kasey on all fours. Ava slowly stalks Kasey, waiting for her to get to her knees before raising the kendo stick high up in the air. Unfortunately, Kasey sees this and wraps her arms around Ava's legs, causing Ava to drop the kendo stick as she is semi-tackled to the ground. Kasey quickly releases her legs after this and gets to both feet, Ava doing the same. Ava quickly makes a run at Kasey, but Kasey manages to catch her and hit her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that gets a rather positive response from the audience. Kasey quickly gets to her feet and grabs Ava by the head before lifting her up and planting her with a spinebuster to cheers from the Philly audience. Kasey quickly goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Kasey quickly gets to a knee, looking at Ava before turning her head and looking at the kendo stick Ava tried to introduce. Kasey quickly goes to the kendo stick and grabs it before walking over to Ava. Almost as quick as lighting, Kasey connects the kendo stick to the chest area of Ava, causing the audience to let out an "ooh" sound. She hits her once more in the stomach, causing Ava to keel over and get on all fours. Kasey quickly tosses away the kendo stick and curb stomps Ava, causing Ava to go back to lying down on her back. Kasey quickly gets on top of Ava and begins to connect with a bunch of wild punches, the audience cheering her on as she does so. Once finished with that, Kasey gets Ava to her feet before Irish whipping her into the nearby corner, Ava hitting it hard. Kasey looks out at the audience for a couple of seconds before charging at Ava, looking to connect with a turnbuckle spear. Unfortunately, Ava manages to lift herself up using the ropes, causing Kasey to hit the steel post in the corner with her right shoulder. Ava quickly drops down and rolls Kasey up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ava quickly gets to her feet and grabs Kasey before kneeing her right in the head, causing Kasey to fall to her knees. Ava takes a step back, a small smirk on her face, before running forward and driving her right boot into the head of Kasey, laying Kasey out cold. But, Ava does not go for the pin as she stares at Kasey with some disgust. Instead, she begins making her way to the outside. Once outside, Ava grabs one of the steel chairs by ringside and folds it up, staring at Sadie for just a second as she does so. Quickly turning on her heel, she heads back into the ring and immediately heads over to Kasey, who is on one knee. Ava uses the chair to jab at the and shoulder, causing the audience to boo as Kasey holds her shoulder in pain as she writhes on the ground. Ava quickly throws away the chair before turning Kasey over and going for another count. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ava stares at the ref, but he just flashes her two fingers. She shakes her head before driving a right fist into the jaw of Kasey Fontaine. Ava quickly gets to her feet and grabs the steel chair once more. Only this time, she doesn't jab at Kasey's shoulder. She just stalks her like a lion stalking a gazelle. Once Kasey gets to her feet, Ava goes swinging for the fences, only for Kasey to duck. Ava quickly turns around, chair in front of her face, and Kasey leaps up and connects with a jumping back heel kick to the chair, sending that colliding with Ava's face. Ava drops the chair and falls to a knee, but Kasey quickly picks up the chair and smashes it right into her skull, laying her out for possibly a three count. But, the weak armed Kasey isn't finished yet as she begins to take a couple of steps back, looking to connect with "The Infection". The audience cheers her on, but Ava unknowingly rolls out of the ring. Kasey quickly changes her plan of attack and waits until Ava gets to her feet before she charges to the ropes, leaps through them, and connects with a suicide dive that sends Ava crashing into the barricade! Kasey shakes off her arm pain as she grabs Ava and rolls her back into the ring before searching underneath it. Quickly, she finds a table and slowly slides it into the ring, wincing as she uses her hurt shoulder/arm to push. After the table is in, she rolls in herself. Noticing Ava is almost to her feet, Kasey abandons the table and runs at her, connecting with a nasty Yakuza kick that gets tremendous cheers from the audience! Kasey goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Kasey quickly heads over to the table and sets it up in the corner before turning around and going after Ava. Kasey quickly grabs Ava and goes to launch her into the table, but Ava elbows her in the gut and tries to reverse it....but Kasey reverses it at the last second and sends her crashing into the table left shoulder first! Kasey quickly rolls her up from behind! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Kasey quickly gets to her feet and Ava slowly gets to a knee before getting to both. Kasey lunges forward tries to go for a running forearm as the audience cheers her on...and drills Ava in the face! Kasey quickly gets to her feet and points to the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner before climbing it. As she looks out at the audience, she goes to leap off and connect with an elbow.... ...but AVA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kasey crashes and burns to the mat and Ava takes the chance and locks her in a straightjacket crossface known as Adore-ation! The audience pleads with Kasey not to tap, but after struggling for almost a minute, she finally taps out and the audience boos. DING! DING! DING! Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match and STILL HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION....AVA AAAAAAAAAAAAAADORE! The ref raises Ava's hand high as he hands her the title to boos from the audience. She holds her title high in the air as the winner of the No Limits Gauntlet, Xavier Asher Daniels, comes out to the top of the ramp and stares down toward the ring. It takes a moment, but the champ finally notices her future challenger and holds the No Limits championship high in the air. Xavier simply nods his head as the picture fades away with Ava holding her title high in the air.
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![]() After the final commercial, we see Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky standing at their respective podiums with RED in between the two. Banks scarves down a Twix bar while RED watches him. Brandon Banks: The hell you lookin’ at, RED? You can’t have my Twix. And just like that, Brandon Banks breaks RED’s heart. RED: AIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT THEN. WE CLOSIN’ THIS SHOW OFF WITH A BANG. LETS GET THIS OVERWITH CAUSE I’M HUNGRY AGAIN AFTER SEEIN’ B EAT THAT TWIX. Banks and Risky both nod as Banks grabs the last #TeamBB shirt along with the envelope. Brandon Banks: You know, I was disappointed earlier tonight. During that No Limits gauntlet, I watched a young lady eliminate three mofo’s and she pretty much became a star during her performance. People can say what they want about how old she looks, or how “cutesy” she is… But my last pick can fuckin’ fight… Ladies and gentlemen… The final pick for #TeamBB… My sister from another mister… ANNIE ZELLOR! ![]() An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She runs toward Brandon and gives him a big hug while Banks hands her her t-shirt and her envelope. Annie goes to open the envelope but Banks stops her, telling her not yet. She nods and winks then waves at Risky and Red as she heads to the back. Risky turns his back to Brandon with his hands on his hips muttering something under his breath. He laughs a little and shakes his head. Risky turns back around grabbing the microphone off the podium and slowly makes his way towards Brandon. Lyle Risky: You son ofa bitch. You mother fucker. You cactus cock suckin, worlds biggest anal plug using FUCKER! I outta knock you the fuck out right now just for doin’ some fucked up shit like this. I OUTTA BEAT YOUR FUCKIN’ ASS! I outta make you look like just what you been in PDW since the day I got promoted to AGM….SHIT! Risky now midway to Brandon, RED tries to step in front of him to stop him from doing anything but Risky holds up his hand. Brandon chuckles as he walks toward Red and Risky. Lyle Risky: Nah Lonny I got this shit bruh. LEMME GET AT THIS FAKE ASS MUFUCKA ONCE AND FOR ALL! Banks rips the mic away from his podium and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt, ready for a fight. Brandon Banks: WHAT, YOU WANNA FIGHT? YOU WANNA FIGHT RISKODANGEROUS?! YOU REALIZE THAT I WOULD FUCK YOUR WHOLE WORLD UP, BRUH?! THAT SHIT WESTON DID TO YO PUNK - COULD NEVER BE A WRESTLA- WANNABE BABY SPICE LOOKIN’ ASS LOOK ELEMENTARY. I WILL KILL YOU LIKE THE FUCKIN WORM THAT YOU ARE… MOTHAFUCKA! Banks tosses the microphone into the crowd as he reaches passed RED, trying to grab a hold of Risky. Banks rips his dress shirt off, to the delight of some of the ladies in attendance, and tosses it at Risky. Risky quickly catches it and tosses it to the side and pushes RED out of the so he and Brandon are not face to face...More like forehead to forehead. Lyle Risky: FUCK YOU?! YOU SUPPOSED TO BE MY BOY?! YOU SUPPOSED TO BE MY RIGHT HAND MAN?! YOU SUPPOSED TO HAVE MY MUFUCKIN’ BACK?! BUT IT’S ALL CLEAR NOW YOU SNAKE IN THE GRASS LOOKIN’ MUFUCKA! YOU JUST A FRAUD B?! YOU AIN’T NOBODY FRIEND! YOU DON’T GOT NOBODY BACK BUT YA OWN! YOU THE FAKEST MUFUCKA I KNOW! ALL THE TIMES I HAD YO BACK?! ALL THE TIMES I LOOKED OUT FOR YOU! ALL THE TIMES I SUPPORTED YO BITCH ASS?! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! YOU COME BACK AT ME WITH THIS SHIT?! YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU KNOW WHAT?! SORRY I BECAME SUCH A FUCKIN’ SUCCESS BRUH! SORRY THAT PEOPLE FUCKIN’ LOVE ME! SORRY I EVEN BECAME YO MANAGER! SORRY FOR GIVING YOU THAT DAMN PLATINUM MEDAL! SORRY BRUH! I’M FUCKIN SORRY I’M A BETTER MAN THAN YOU! The crowd ooh’s and aah’s as Banks shoots Risky a grin and shoves him away from himself. Banks takes a few steps back and rips RED’s microphone from his hand. Brandon Banks: …. Make your damn pick, Blake… I got more important shit to do right now then listen to you bitch and moan. Lyle still angry stares at Brandon for a minute and nods. Lyle Risky: Fine you want your pick? Huh? Aight… ![]() Innocence by Disturbed hits the PA System and outsteps new HKW signee, Luke Wisia! Brandon squints his eyes, in shock to see his cousin be apart of Risky’s team. Banks mouths “really” as he glances at Luke. He just stands on the rampway, looking towards Risky and Brandon’s direction with a blank expression. Luke makes his way down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring and slides in. He stands between Risky and Brandon, walking over to Risky first where there is an extended hand that he welcomes. Luke Wisia: Glad to see I’m drafted. Luke shoots a look towards Brandon, almost growling. Luke Wisia: I guess if my own cousin ain’t gonna do it, at least you will. Banks shakes his head, his lips reading “It’s not like that.” He gives both Luke and Risky a quick look before grabbing his empty box and heading to the back, disappointed by what he’d just seen. Risky smirks and lets out a laugh while watching Brandon leave as the scene fades into the HKW & PDW logos. |
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