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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 9!
Hard Knox Training Facility - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sunday, February 2nd, 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.

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"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 camera pans around the entire facility, showing the hundreds of fans who showed up wearing their favorite PDW superstar gear. The camera then goes to ringside where see Brian Mason and Mark Tango.

Mark Tango: YO YO YO YO HOMIE YO! WE BACK, SON! WE LIVE IN LIVIN' COLOR TONIGHT, DAWG.

Brian Mason: ... Feeling alright, Tango?

Mark Tango: I'm just giving a shout out to my peeps, Mason.

Brian Mason: Whatever you say, Tango. Well ladies and gentlemen, we have a packed show for you tonight. A show where every single championship will be defended throughout the course of the night! And of course, the Battle of GM's takes place where guaranteed title shots are awarded to the winners, along with fifty thousand dollars!

Mark Tango: TWIST, TURN, UP, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, DIAGONAL?! CRAZY LOOPY SHIT HAPPENING HERE ON DEFIANCE....I just want can't wait for things to heat up! IT'S COLD HERE MASON! STONE COLD! AH HELL YEAH!

Brian Mason: Um...Yeah, well there's been rumors going around that HKW has another show in the works. Are the rumors true? I guess we'll just have to see as I am being told that Selena King and Levi Dafoe on on their way out right at this second!

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Almost Famous by Eminem hits the PA System as out from behind the curtains onto the stage are Selena King and Levi Dafoe! The fans rise from their seats cheering the two on as they walk down the ramp while slapping the hands of fans on the way down. When entering the ring they are presented with their microphones and wait a moment for the cheers to die down just a bit.

Selena King: A few weeks ago there was a report that Hard Knox Wrestling was being given another show as the amounts of talent continue to enroll into the company wanting to show just how good they are and can last in the school of Hard Knox.

Levi Dafoe: After taking some time to think it over, we can now confirm that both Brandon Banks and Lyle Risky have decided to bring another show to HKW! This show won't be featured on Hulu Plus like Defiance, however. This show will only be available live Thursday nights on PlatinumDynastyWrestling.net. Selena...

Selena King: Unlike Defiance, this show will not be as long but instead only an hour and thirty minutes of programing! There will be plenty familiar and new faces in terms of media personnel on this new upcoming show. All of which we know you all have grown to love! Should we tell them who it is Levi?

Levi Dafoe: I think it's better we keep the audience waiting, Selena. This new show premieres the Thursday following Defiance Ten, and will continue to air every Thursday following Defiance.

Levi lowers the mic as the audience in attendance gives both HKW correspondent and the announcement a round of applause.

Levi Dafoe: Now... The name of the new show....

Levi and Selena both point at the HKWTron as the screen turns to black, then flashes a neon green image..

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As the logo shows up Famous by. Puddle Of Mudd hits the PA System and the lights begin to flash shades of green with white. The two in the ring smile as the fans cheer. The scene then fades to commercial.

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scene opens in the locker room of Gwendolyn Massey who just sat there with her referee attire on and a focused look on her features. Many thoughts running through her minds, plans that she would love to throw into motion as a form of retaliation due to the persons at the ready; people who are more than willing to do the deeds she was not willing to do due to her morals. She exhales as she turned her view to the briefcase and she shakes her head

Gwen Massey: Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if I did that, I mean.. everything would be in place, all at the mercy of the hands of me..

She looked away from the briefcase and she moved her gaze up towards the ceiling

Gwen Massey: Then again, that’s not how I want to use this case, I want to be the first to not only use it.. but I want to hold both the HKW Championship title and the case, stingy as it sounds, logical at the end.

Gwen said as she placed the hood over her head. Her thoughts now being the only thing she can hear at the moment, trying to grasp the importance of how much tonight is. How important it is for HKW, the three men in the ring, everyone. To find a champion that can lead the roster instead of being another 'typical' champion. Knowing that it always boils down to the 'What have YOU done in HKW that makes you worthy?' statement.

A slight knock at the door catches Gwen’s attention. She looks around, confused as to who it would be at her door just before the main event of Defiance, but goes to answer the door anyway.

To the great delight of the crowd watching this scene play out from ringside, former Platinum champion Tj Jones leans against the doorframe, in a grey vest topping a white dress shirt. Pink tie in a half windsor knot, and matching grey slacks. His expression doesn’t change at all as he sees her standing there, nor does it change when the massive “TJ JONES” chants break out. He lets them carry for a few moments before pushing himself upright. He then half nods his head in greeting to Ms. Massey.


Tj Jones: Well hello. Gwen Massey, right?

She lifted her hood just enough to reveal her eyes and shoots him a dark look before turning her gaze away from him and threw up her hands and chuckled

Gwen Massey: Yeah, something like that. I suppose you are Jones right? Tj Jones? What are you doing down here in developmental territory with us ‘grunts’? We usually don’t get people down here unless they have an issue with management and their siblings or students.

Gwen asked as she returned her hood to cover her upper part of her face with a smirk being the only thing that is revealed. Tj scratches at the back of his head, offering up only a shrug.

Tj Jones: You know, I wanted to come on down and see what all the fuss was about. Besides, you guys might be Platinum Dynasty Wrestling superstars one day. Would be a good idea to see what might be coming my way.

Tj then gestures towards the briefcase on her floor.

Tj Jones: You seem like someone in particular to watch, holding the Golden Opportunity contract and all.

Tj stops chewing on the toothpick and palms it, followed by stuffing it into his pocket. He then raises an eyebrow at the smaller trainee.

Tj Jones: You mind if I come in?

Gwen motioned for him to come in as she turned her attention to the case and pulled it closer to her. She pointed to the steel chair behind the door and let out another sigh.

Gwen Massey: I won’t deny you entry in here, I am not THAT evil now am I? Am I that unapproachable?

She asked before holding up her hand not looking for an answer to that question. To be polite, she removed her hood and gave the gentlemen a small smile just to ensure him that things won’t escalate to the point as they did last week against Lance Winters.


Tj Jones: Doesn’t seem that way to me.

Teige takes a seat, taking his eyes off Gwen and looking around the locker room.


Tj Jones: Man, I wish I had space like this back when I was a rookie.

He chuckles, then turns his attention back to Massey.


]Tj Jones: So, I guess you got a big decision to make, huh?

He raises an eyebrow again.


Gwen Massey: Decisions? Hm, why do you say that Mr. Jones? I am a girl of many things.. Though..

She taps on the case for a brief moment and she looks up

Gwen Massey: I am trying to decide how am I going to break into the main event so we can stop seeing the same people main eventing every Defiance or every other Defiance when they need to go back to mid-carding or taking a chill pill one. Then turn around, I am trying to make Banks and Risky open their eyes and just go ahead and give me what I have earned a long time ago, my one on one for the HKW Championship instead of looking at me as someone just to put in mediocre matches. I have about 11 things on my mind and if one of them do not go through soon.. I am going to break something very shortly. So I’ll ask again, elaborate on your statement, decisions huh?

Gwen arched her brow towards him as he pointed to the case and tilted her head


Gwen Massey: Or were you referring to this? Me cashing in on the opportunity that is just oh so perfect? Becoming an opportunist that we all know I am? Hm?

Tj chuckles again.


]Tj Jones: Looks like it would would mean whatever you take it to mean.

Tj tilts his head, so he is looking directly at her now.

Tj Jones: No matter what path you choose, there is going to be someone there to say you didn’t do it right, and that they can do it better. Hell, your almighty boss is one of those people. No matter what you decide you want to do…

Teige leans in towards Gwen.


Tj Jones: Its decide whether or not you can live with yourself. Because that is the only person who is going to know your story...the only one who is going to know how you want your story told. “Opportunistic” or not. You think you can be the champion..you got the means to take the title. It’s in your hands, if you think you can take it. As for the other stuff...you just gotta decide what’s important to you. Not to Risky, Banks, or anyone else.

She busted out laughing as she shook her head at his words, not saying they weren’t true, but of course.. this is their first meeting, he doesn’t know her very well..


Gwen Massey: Tj, listen. I KNOW I can be champion, this is not a thought, this is not will I be, it’s when and where. I’ve sat back and I’ve watched since Defiance 3 as Cain became the voiceless champion. Now we have Emilio, the talk-alot of- shit champion. NO, we need a champion who will push the roster to their limits and not some ignorant faction of bullies who is doing a better job than the champions.We need a champion that will put HKW on the map. No, they rather have people who talk about it and don’t be about it. I cannot stand it. I’d be doing HKW justice by taking the Championship title from whomever wins it tonight. Tj, in PDW, I respect a handful of people who have been champions. Platinum Champion to be exact. Sebastian Grey and you are the ONLY two people I respect, why you may ask?

Gwen throws the case away from her as she looks at him seriously and gets slightly closer to him as she places her hands over her mouth and taps her pink lips with her index fingers

Gwen Massey: You did not just wear the championship title while you were champion. Sebastian just didn’t wear the championship title did he? Don’t answer that because you would be speaking out of spite. Listen, both of you were the pride of your federation, one I would love to join the ranks of one day soon. You both never allowed your personal issues to show on screen, even though you do it now Jones; maybe not back then. You didn’t use a social media tool to talk shit to your challengers or put your sexy laundry out about what you and your girlfriend does, once again.. you do that now but not back then. NO, you welcome them into YOUR ring and lay the title on the ground and you fucking dare them to take it! No meaningless arguments behind a screen, face to face. That’s the type of champion we need in HKW. The Tag Team Champions don’t do it, I like Ava and all but she doesn’t do it.. and Emilio DAMN SURE doesn’t do it, whether he won the belt the right way or not. You are still HKW Champion! Act like it! Champions who sit around while Banks and Risky tells them who they “assume” will be the best challenge for them while people like myself and another group of named star who would pose a suffice challenge. Belt warmers to say the least.

She taps her the side of her head almost to say she was smarter than them..


Gwen Massey:
You see.. Tj. This is how things go in HKW. You either are a shit talker and not enough action or a person of action but not enough shit talking.. and damn sure not a mixture of both. I already have a list of potential people I want to face when I become HKW Champion. Not because those two children choose them for me, no. Ava Adore, Jason Mentez, Tank.. and dare I say, and gosh, dare I say.. Felicity Banks or anyone else who challenges me. Shit, if I thought you’d be man enough for it.. I’d even throw your name into the pot and see what kind of match you really can put on against someone who isn’t afraid of anyone or thing.. Hands down.

Gwen said as her gaze did not leave his, almost going him into say something so she could cut him off or worse.


Tj Jones: Well, Gwen…

Teige chuckles.


Tj jones: On the floor right now is your ticket for change. You don’t have to try and entice me into some sort of match...no matter how tempting it may be. You want this place to change so badly, huh?

Teige stands up from his chair, fishing the toothpick out of his pocket and putting it back in his mouth.

Tj Jones: Well, be the change you wish to see in the world, right?

Teige winks her way and turns his back to her. He waits a moment, then completes his exit from her locker room.


Gwen Massey:
I swear.. Tj, I might not like you, probably more times than not.. but I will admit, you speak some real shit… be the change huh?

She stands up and she reaches for her briefcase and she looks at it before shaking her head and flipped the hood over her features once more


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With the remnants of ‘Like a Wrestler’ by the Jacki Boyz sounding through the Sound system the camera cuts in to see the newest all female tag team; The Diirty South finishing up their entrance as they both stand firm looking towards their opponents of the night; Twin Gatz members Jay and Jesse Gatz, who are smirking at the females

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DING DING DING..

With the referee calling for the bell the opening contest gets underway as The Diirty South member London London is starting off for her team and Jay Gatz for his respectively. Circling the ring for a brief moment, London flips her hair taunting Jay who stood there speechless and with a blank expression on his face. The fans did not appreciate the gesture so much either seeing this was the first time she had ever been in an official match. Finally getting down to business, Jay and London locked up but he quickly placed her in a headlock which brought the young female down to one of her knees. Jay attempting to lock it in a little better allowed space for London to escape and deliver a quick drop kick to him before getting back to her feet and doing it once more.

Seizing the momentum now, London whips Jay off the ropes but he turns it around and instead she bounces off the ropes but is able to duck under him and use her speed to jump onto the second rope and turn around meeting Jay with a springboard crossbody. Rolling off of him she stands to her feet and shouts out ‘The Diirty South’ and was met with a barrage of boos from the HKW Nation. Ignoring them, she reached down for Jay who wrapped her up in a school boy roll up


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KICKOUT!!

The facial expression of London was a baffled yet irritated one seeing that Jay almost had her. He smirks at her motioning that he was close to having her pinned. With both members on their feet once again, they lock up but this time London loses it on Jay, delivering a barrage of punches and kicks to him which caused the two to end up in the corner where she did not let up on the onslaught. The referee stepped in as he began his count which eventually lead to him having to pull her away from Jay who was dazed. Running her fingers through her hair and cursing in filipino she reached back down and grabbed the man by his head and walked over to her corner and tagged in Veronica Rae

With both females in the ring now and with Jesse on ring side getting the refs attention in the wrong way, Veronica and London delivered a double suplex before following up with their signature simultaneous leg drop. London now getting out the way still arguing with the ref while she does, Veronica goes for the pin as he turns around

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THR-KICKOUT!!

Jay getting his shoulder up at the last minutes and rolling over to his stomach, started to make his way to Jesse who had his hand out wanting more than anything to get into this match. Veronica seeing this, she started to skip around him as he started to make get really close, pointing and laughing. Feeling she has taunted enough, she reached down to pick him but up was met with a series of elbows to the gut before a drop kick of his own which had both competitors hit the floor and caused some distance between the two. The fans chanting for the twins to make the all needed tag, With Veronica now back to her feet, Jay leaps and tags in Jesse who is more than ready to go.

London who is on the top rope now yelling towards Veronica causes her to draw her partners attention and with that Jesse delivers a clothesline to Rae motioning for her to get up and she does and with another clothesline she falls back to the ground. The third time she stands to her feet, Jesse delivers a powerful scoop slam to her before yelling out to the crowd and the fans behind him all the way. Regaining her barings, Veronica is on her side and London is not happy about the turn of events which caused her to try and step into the ring and handle business herself against Jesse who just mocked her. As the referee was trying to regain order, Jesse went over to Veronica who delivered a vicious low blow to the man. London now calm and pointing towards the match for the ref to pay more attention on, he turns to see Veronica who had covered Jesse

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KICKOUT!!!

Jay hurried into the ring and broke the pin up before London dashed in the ring and delivered a spinning kick to him which caused him to stumble out the ring. With both females standing tall, Veronica nods her head to London and motions for them to end the match with their finisher. Picking Jesse up, the two females setup and execute their finisher known as the Down South and Veronica goes for the pin

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3.....!!!!!!


Winners: London London and Veronica Rae; The Diirty South Via: Pinfall (10:15)


With the two females in the ring celebrating their debut match win, London and Veronica were seen taking a celebratory ‘selfie’ with Jesse who was laid out on the mat. The fans started to cheer when from over the barricade, Katia and Katanna Torres; Primitive Unrated members swarmed the ring and tackled down the two females. The females delivered a series of blows as Katia threw London London over the top rope and Katanna pointed towards Veronica who was laid out on the ground getting up slowly. Katia and Katanna started to clap their hands and the HKW Fans cheered louder. Once on her feet, Katia and Katanna delivered their patented finisher known as the Unrated Disaster to her before high fiving one another as ‘Make those moves’ by I am Legion hits the PA system..

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Tanner Sands: AYEEEEEEEEEE!

The scene cuts to the backstage area where we see Tanner Sands standing by the catering table, staring at the basket full of unwrapped Twinkies and licking his lips like a lion does when staring down its prey.

Tanner Sands: I love these Twinkies though. I’m like Tallahassee, yo! Except more of a badass.

#ZombielandReference

Tanner Sands: I’m about to dig in on this shit.

“You’re a fatass.”

Michael Alexander walks into view, standing next to Tanner.

Michael Alexander: Look at you, licking your chops like a dog. Aren’t wrestlers supposed to stay in shape, Sands?

Michael laughs and snatches a bottle of water up off the table before cracking the seal and taking a drink.

Michael Alexander: Eating twinkies won’t do that for ya, buddy.

He turns and begins to walk off.

Tanner Sands: Ay, eyebrows! Where the fuck you think you going? This ain’t a god damn drive by!

Tanner drops the Twinkies and runs ahead of Michael before stopping in his tracks in front of him, causing Michael to stop in his tracks as well.

Tanner Sands: What the fuck is your problem with me, dude? Are you about as dumb as your brother and just want to start shit just to start shit? LIKE, FORREAL.

Michael goes to speak, but Tanner shushes him.

Tanner Sands: Actually, you know what? I don’t give a fuck about what your problem with me is. Just stay the fuck out of my way.

Tanner then walks past Michael, bumping into his shoulder as he does so. Michael just shakes his head as he looks at Tanner, the scene fading out.

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The scene opens backstage inside of Brandon Banks' office at the Hard Knox Facility. Once again, the man behind the desk isn't who it's supposed to be. The camera pans to see PDW sensation Kucci Mane Kuwop suited and booted (they were both propped up on the desk). He appears to be rolling up a blunt. Behind Kenny is his good friend Nick Dannon who is also well-dressed in a suit, and another suited muscular white man by the name of Antonin Bastilla. Both Dannon and Bastilla are looking down observing Kenny.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Alright boys this is what we're working with here. You put your Kucci Kush into the shell. Then we take the Mongolian hash and spread it over like dry wall. It's going to add more solidarity to the overall blunt.

Kenny looks at the camera.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Now this is just a hypothetical scenario. This is actually rolling tobacco. But once you get your tuck and roll under control, the paper should just be folding over nice and easy like that root touch up conditioner Tony makes us buy him.

The boys all share a laugh.

Antonin Bastilla: What a faggot.

Nick Dannon: Hey now. Tony isn't a faggot. He calls it being "pretty in pink" right Jenny?

Bastilla laughs at the "Jenny" line.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Ya'll wanna bust balls now? You niggas should be watchin the screen to see what's goin on anyways. I ain't bring you fools here to learn how to roll a blunt.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Alarmed, Kenny tries to duck down under the table.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Remember. If it's a black woman with a blue eyes, tell her she's beautiful and that the smell is coming from Risky's office.

Nick Dannon: Star isn't going to go for that bullshit.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: NIGGA IF YOU DONT TRY YOU DONT KNOW! Bastilla get the door.

The second knock is more consistent than the first as Bastilla adjusts his tie and heads for the door. He opens it as Nick grabs a book and pretends to be reading it at Brandon Banks' desk.

Antonin Bastilla: Aye who the fuck are you? WHOA TAKE IT EASY!!

A tall, bright red-headed spanish man shoves Bastilla out the way and bogards into the room along with HKW Superstar Santos. Both men were shirtless, revealing the plethora of tattoos both possessed. It was Santos' brother, Demonito who aggressively walks into the office. He looks around and scans Nick at the table.


Demonito: Quién coño eres tú?

Nick, knowing spanish looks up a bit flustered. He recognizes the men more than Bastilla and waves his hand in the air to calm his friend down.

Nick Dannon: Calmati Bastilla è solo un mucchio di messicani.

Antonin Bastilla: Non possiamo arrabbiarsi a causa della Domenica, ma io ancora uccidere uno di questi immigrati clandestini.

You don't want to know what they were saying. Demonito raised an eyebrow and looked back to Santos who just stood there and let out a chuckle.

Demonito: Any of you gringos know where Brandon Banks it? Ain't you Kucci's boy? Where the fuck is that ese?

The exchange caused Kenny to pop up from under the table with a perfectly rolled blunt in his mouth. The appearance of Kenny in a suit made both Santos and Demonito laugh hysterically. They've seen him dress nicely but not in the presence of his other "associates".

Santos: I see you Big Kucci. All dapper and shit vato.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Amigo you I'm smooth. We're looking straight out of 85 like Krush Groove.

Kenny looks down at Nick with the book.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Alright get out my seat nigga.Boys, this is Demonito and Santos. The Velez brothers I was telling you about before.

Antonin Bastilla: Maybe you should tell them to not cause any problems tonight.

Santos glares over at the dark haired enforcer. He then lets out a chuckle before playing with his hair. Demonito walks up to Bastilla.

Demonito: There won't be a problemo here unless you create one vato. I don't know you or your friend. You don't know me and mi hermanito.

Santos laughs out loud. Kenny looks on, as he pulls a lighter out his pocket to light the blunt. He inhales while lighting, making sure the cherry was even to avoid a possible canoeing scenario. The Natural inhales before blowing the smoke in the direction of the tension.


Kucci Mane Kuwop: Alright I've heard enough. Shut the fuck up. All of yous. What you think this shit was a coincidence. Have a seat Monito and Che.

Nick and Antonin both return behind the seat of Kenny. Kenny takes another pull of the blunt. He sits up and points to the brothers.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: Now Bank$quiat is ya'll homie. Scandalous Tony is they homie. They both homies with each other. Both of them niggas is my homies. That means as long as all of you want to be brought into the fold a bit more, I suggest you start by looking out for OUR homies.

Nick Dannon: But that Bank dollar sign kid is just a teppista. A thug.

Santos lets out another chuckle.

Santos: A thug? And yall fuck with that prissy ass cono?

Demonito: Ya'll got my lil nigga around here in black dresses and shit. He ain't like that pendejo.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: I don't want to hear it. You're all thugs as far as I'm concerned. This ain't about any of that bullshit. This is about money. And as long as you're under my affiliation, that's the first and only goal out here. I try to keep yall niggas distant from this shit...cuz this is my shit. And I know how to maneuver around this bitch. I can rub elbows with the best of them. And I don't know what yall niggas countin my pulls for. I ain't passin this blunt. Next one I roll, I'll let yall get at but Im havin chest pains right now. This is medicinal...

Kenny notices the camera once again.

Kucci Mane Kuwop: (winking) Medicinal tobacco that is. But the the fact remains, we're a conglomerate. When we're in this setting, we move as a cohesive unit...behind closed doors of course. To everyone else, you don't know really know each other. But just know when shit hits the fan, you line up because you represent Big Kleatchi. And that's the word from the bird. Now someone get that cameraman out of here and I'll pretend like I didn't see him hiding in the cut.

He takes another hit as all the men nod, looking around each other. They look towards the camera that starts to shake a little bit before going to static.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following is a fatal four way, where the winner will be placed in the No Limits Ranking.

Rika Takahama’s entrance music, “Beautiful Fighter” by Angela, begins to play as Takahama walks from behind the curtain. With a stoic expression upon her face,

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, from Okinawa, Japan-- “The Black Lotus” Rika Takahama!”

Rika 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 other opponents.

Problem by Natalia Kills hits the sound system, and out walks from behind the curtain, Aria Soliel sporting her trademark spiked leather jacket, she stops on the ramp and raises her eyebrow while looking onto the packed crowd.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Next from Los Angeles, California. Aria Soliel!

Smirking along the way she struts straights toward the ring, no stopping to bother with the crowd in attendance. Once she reaches the ropes she slides under the 3rd one and slowly raises herself up from the floor before taking off her leather jacket and throwing it at the ref.

Rika smirks at Aria as the referee keeps them apart while Haunted house by Ricko Recklezz begins to play and Santos emerges from the curtains in a black hooded robe.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring, From San Salvador, El Salvador, "El Cucuy" Santos!

He slowly makes his way to ring, looking like the grim reaper to anyone already inside of the ring quickly getting the attention of Rika and Aria who stare at him as he enters the ring when The lights start to flicker as the opening rifts to Hollywood Undead's We Are thunders out of the PA system. "The Prodigy" Michael Alexander walks out onto the stage, fidgeting with his hand wraps. Stopping, he looks up and smiles before thrusting a fist into the air.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And From Sydney, Australia. He weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands five feet, ten inches tall. He is "The Prodigy" Michael!! Alexander!!!

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We Are hits the chorus as Michael begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping some hands on his way by. He stops at the foot of the ring and closes his eyes. he crosses his chest with his hands and points upwards before clambering up the steps and into the ring where right away he is greeting with left and rights from Aria.

*DING DING DING*

As Rika looks on, Santos sees this as an opening and quickly uses his elbow and smashes it right in the side of her face until she is backed in a corner while Aria throws Michael into the ropes and when he comes springing back she lifts up her foot and connects with his faces causing him to fall flat on his back on the canvas causing Aria to go quickly go for the cover.

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Quickly Santos runs over and smashes his fist against the back of Aria’s head as Rika pulls Michael out from underneath Aria. Both Santos and Rika help their opponents up to their feet and go to the offensive with a combo of punches. That lead Michael into a corner and Aria wheeling on the ropes.

Taking a few steps back, Rika runs at Aria delivering a drop kick to her face causing her to flip over the top rope, landing on the outside of the ring. At this point Santos has worked over Michael enough to where he is only standing by the support of the ropes his arms dangle over. Rika looks over at the two almost looking like she is about to join the fun but then looks over back at Aria who is starting to get to her feet. Feeling the need to attend to her, Rika makes her way to the outside as Santos looks over his shoulder at her.

While Rika helps Aria up, Aria quickly goes on the defensive by delivering some forearm shots into the abdomen of Rika before she is stopped when Rika grabs a handful of Aria’s hair, using it as leverage as she drives her face into the ring apron before assisting her back into the ring where Michael is finally finding some momentum after kicking Santos in the face when he tried charged him in the corner.

Catching his breath, Michael walks over to Santos and begins to deliver some punch combos of his own to where he feel confident enough to swing Santo against the ropes to deliver a closeline but when Santos comes towards him, he quickly slides in between Michaels legs and jumps on his back, wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck locking in a sleeper. This takes Michael by surprise but he is quick to use his surroundings in his favor as he walks backwards and begins to slam Santos’ back in the corner to try and weaken him so he’ll let go.

Rika still has the advantage over Aria as she again lifts her up from the ring apron after a devastating complete shot, that drove Aria’s face into the mat. Rika begins to work on her body, delivering some nasty blows with her fist and legs as Michael stumbles forward from the corner with Santos still on his back.

Reaching up with his hand, Michael begins to deliver some blows to Santos head, finally getting him to hop off a bit dazed as Michael runs to the ropes, springs off and again gets cut short with a hard back elbow from Santos.

Aria goes to the corner trying to get away from Rika’s attack but all she does is put herself in more danger as she delivers a back kick to Aria’s abdomen, causing her to fall in a sitting position allowing Rika to push her knee against Aria’s throat.

As Santos goes to pick up Michael’s, Michael’s reaches up, linking his fingers behind Santos head and when he is up on his feet, he uses the leverage he has to drive Santo’s head down onto his head in a nasty Jaw breaker. Pulling Aria from the corner, Rika goes for another strike but is blocked and met with a knee to the gut that is quickly followed up with a DDT.

As the girls both lay flat on their backs, one trying to catch their breath as one is trying to recover from a DDT Michael sees this as an opportunity and quickly goes for the cover over Santos.

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Aria was able to get up, and quickly grab a hold of Michaels foot, pulling him off of Santos and breaking the pin. Falling to her knees, she runs a hand through her hair as she looks over at Michael who in return looks over at her as he gets up to his feet. Standing up her self, Aria sizes Michael up, before charging at him full speed but Michael quickly sees this as he puts his arm up, ducking his head under hears and quickly delivers the Equilibrium. Quickly rolling her over he goes for another pin.

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Seemingly out of nowhere, Rika runs over and double forearms Michael’s back causing him to roll off of Aria. As Rika stands up she turns and is greeted by the Kilo from Santos. Michael looks over at Santos as he rises to his feet and moves away from the laid out women, in which Aria is reaching for the bottom rope.

Santos looks over at Michael and points at him with a grin on his face. The two men charge at each other, This time Michael with the sneaky maneuver as he closelines Santos angling him so his back comes flying down across his knee. Looking at the fans, Michael has a smile on his face as he is kneeled down, center of the ring, like he has this won. But as he turns his head Aria comes flying at him and delivers the Aria-51 causing him to fly back down on the mat, where he rolls over, not moving a muscle.

Catching her breath, Aria quickly crawls over to him, rolling him up into a ball by grabbing his Jeans for extra leverage as the ref goes for a cover not being able to see what she is doing.

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Rika Moves, slowly getting up by using the ropes to assist her as Santos begins to come to.

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Both Rika and Santos look over to see what is going on but the only one in condition to act is Rika who takes charge jumping over Santos.

THREE!

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As Rika is about to get a hold of Aria, Aria quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope as "Problem" by Natalia Kills begins to play.


Winner via pinfall - Aria Soliel (7:57)

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The scene fades in the Elk Bar & Grill where members of Reaper In Pride are seen having laughs with one another and having a few drinks. The came quickly pans towards the entrance door when it swings open with Co-General Manager Lyle Risky standing there in a pair of black jeans and black coat with the hood attached. He snatches off his sunglasses looking around for someone. All members and even roughneck customers stand up at the sight of the man seeming a bit offended by his presents. Risky finds his man not caring about the others staring him down and beings to make his way over to the bar where Vice President Joey Perello is seen taking a shot not looking back to see who came into the bar. Risky looking like a man on a mission reaches the bar and slams his fist on the bar next to Joey.

Lyle Risky: GODDAMNIT JOEY WE HAD A DEAL?! What the fuck was that?! Huh?! Where's Lance?! Where the fuck is Lance?!

Perello looks at Risky wide-eyed, not really sure what Risky's talking about. He stands up from his seat and pushes the chair in before motioning for Risky to follow him.

Joey Perello: You're going to give yourself a heart attack, Mr. Bridges. Follow me.

The two walk passed the bar as Perello reaches onto the counter and grabs a pint of Miller Light. He swigs it before stopping his pace, and turning around to look at the HKW GM.

Joey Perello: What's got you all exasperated right now, Mr. Bridges? The night has barely begun and you're already red in the face.

He takes another sip of his beer, chuckling a bit.

Joey Perello: Is there a problem?

Risky clinches his fist.

Lyle Risky: Is that a serious question? Huh? I told you guys no more backstage attacks. No more fuckin' interferences and what do I get? More of what the fuck I did not ask for. I brought you guys to HKW to spice things up a bit in the locker room not tear shit apart when you saw fit! You know how much I got Brandon and Star on my fuckin' back because your mess? DO YOU?!

Perello rolls his eyes, clenching his fists himself.

Joey Perello: How quick you forget that I was the victim of a sneak attack last week, and yet... You say nothing about that? It's all fair game at this point, Mr. Bridges.

Lyle shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Fair game my ass! You brought it onto yourself. All of you did! Sick of this shit. Joey this isn't you...Back in FGA you were noth---

Before Risky could say another word, Perello loudly clears his throat and shakes his head from side to side.

Joey Perello: That'll be enough of that. You wanted to talk to Lance? You're going to talk to Lance.

Perello turns his heel and motions for Risky to follow him as they near a door toward the back of the bar. Perello knocks three times... No answer.

Joey Perello: Must be busy...

Risky points at the door.

Lyle Risky: I don't give a fuck! OPEN THAT DOOR DAMN!

Perello shrugs his shoulders and begins to open the door.

Joey Perello: If you say so...

As he opens the door he begins to step inside the office.

Joey Perello: Hey, got Bridges here looking for you boss.

As he walks in his eyes widen as Lance Winters is seen standing before Alexa Strange who is on her knees with her mouth open moaning ever so seductively as a bright golden yellow stream of liquid is seen drenching her face and dripping down her cleavage.

.Alexa Strange Mmmmm, yes daddy! Gimme the hot yummy piss! All over me! Yes!

Still not...Noticing...

Lance Winters: Yeah you like that? Huh? Yeah..YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

Lance then looks back at the doorway as he continues to urine on this woman noticing his VP standing there.

Lance Winters: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!

Risky soon walks in trying to walk pass Joey but Joey holds him back.

Lyle Risky: I TELL YOU WHY THE FU--GET THE FUCK OFF ME JOEY--

He looks up and sees exactly what Joey is seeing now.

Lyle Risky: AH HELL NAH MAN WHAT THE FUCK?!

Perello snarls.

Joey Perello: ..... Well, this was not something I expected to see.

He looks down at a drenched Alexa, a disgusted look on his features.

Joey Perello: That is fucking disgusting... You both smell like.... Urine.

You could tell Perello is disgusted by the sight as he glances over at Risky.

Joey Perello: At least the very least, Mr. Bridges... Be happy you don't have to deal with this.

Lance Winters: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

Joey nods and pushes Risky out into the hallway and closes the door behind him. Scuffling is heard in the room as they both stand there in awkward silence until Risky breaks it...

Lyle Risky: Fuckn' sick.

Joey nods as the door swings open with Lance holding the door open for Alexa who walks out with a towel drying herself off. He smiles at both the men and both of them look at her with disgust. Lance zips his his pants and holds up his arms.

Lance Winters: BLAKE!? WHAT A PRESENT SURPRISE! Come in! Come in!

He waves the two men inside. Perello holds his hands up, not walking into the room after what just transpired inside.

Joey Perello: Yeah. Would prefer talking out here, if you don't mind.

He points his finger at Risky.

Joey Perello: Bridges seems to have a problem with the way we're doing things. He's yelling up a storm, and I can't seem to understand why. Maybe you'll understand.

Lance folds his arms and steps out into the hallway staring Risky down.

Lance Winters: Is this true Blake? You gotta problem with how the Reapers do business?

Risky talks a big gulp and nods

Lyle Risky: You goddamn right! What the hell did I tell you?! I told you no more of this foolishness. You attack when I say attack. You do shit when I say fuckin' do it! You don't just go around hurtin' MY fuckin' people for no goddamn reason! Runnin' around here like a thugged up wolf pack. The fuck? Y'all don't run this shit. ME AND BRANDON DO?! And I swear to---

Lance holds up a finger and wags it in Risky's face.

Lance Winters: You see there you're wrong Blake. The Reapers don't listen or take orders from no fucking body. Not You. Not Brandon. Not any fuckin body. Authority? What fucking authority do you or any of you have over us?! NONE! ZERO! ZIP! We follow our own set of rules. We follow our own given orders. Not yours. Yeah you made some "suggestions" but they don't mean a fucking thing to me Blake. You brought us here to your little "developmental" company to whip these punk bitches into shape. Ha...Sure we can do that. But we'll go about it the fucking way we want to. And no one is going to stop us from doing so. Do you understand me? HUH? DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME!? Don't you ever walk into the Reapers establishment again thinking you run things here. This is a whole different world you're stepping into Blake and I don't think you want any fucking part of it. This isn't like these fairy tale gimmicks you're little actors and actresses are putting on in that fucking company of yours or it's parent company. The shit we are giving you is just a fucking taste. Nothing compare to what the shit we do and see on a daily basis. I don't give a damn what you want from us. I don't give a damn what you expect from us. Frankly...I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT ALL BLAKE!

Lance takes a deep breath and smiles with a light chuckle. He steps towards Risky and reaches out to him. As he does so Lyle flinches a little which produces a laugh from both Joey and Lance. Lance pats him on his shoulders.

Lance Winters: Now that we have had our little talk. I suggest you either A. Go to the bar and have you a nice drink, it's on the house. Or B. You get the fuck out of here and never come back or I'll send each and every person you love a limb from your fucking corpse.

Lyle pushes Lance's hands away from him and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Whatever bruh. Fuck outta here. If I gotta come back here it'll be me and you aight?! I don't give a fuck. Do your fuckin' job goddamnit.

Lyle begins to walk away leaving Lance and Joey watching as he leaves.

Lance Winters: Well then, that went pretty well don't you think?

Perello nods his head, turning his head enough to look at the wiz covered room.

Joey Perello: Could have been worse. Now, the real question is who are we going to get to clean that mess up?

Lance looks back and smirks.

Lance Winters: ZAKK! GET IN HERE AND CLEAN THIS PISS UP!

The two men laugh as the scene fades away.

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The camera panes to the backstage area where we see Selena King standing with Luke Wisia. She is smiling to the camera, while Luke is nodding to someone off camera. He looks around, impatiently waiting, as Selena opens the interview.

Selena King: I’m here with newly signed HKW wrestlers, Luke Wisia, who is also making his first appearance in a match tonight. Well, let me starts off by saying welcome. Although, some of the other wrestlers in this company haven’t taken a warm welcome to you.

He looks over to Luke and holds the microphone our within speaking distance.

Selena King: Why do you think this is?

Luke Wisia: If I were Milo, I’d tell ya it was for some sort of Banks entitlement. Like it has fuck all to do with anythin’. People need to quit tryna look in from the outside when it comes to that. It ain’t their place. That’s my worry. No one likes it when someone is stickin’ there nose in personal shit like that. People who say that though, ain’t got a clue what the hell their talkin’ ‘bout.

Luke tilts his head to the side, as if he was trying to think about how to word what he wanted to say next.

Luke Wisia: It’s cause I said my team was a buncha slackin’ fucks. Milo wanna run around actin’ like a retard. That dude is only bout himself, so why should I pretend I like the guy to begin with? Want me to be fake? Nah. Then we have Gia, who gets hype, but why? She postin’ a few pictures or herself and she is supposed to be some kinda star? What. The. Fuck. Kasey Fontaine? She ain’t nothin’ but a cunt who likes to demand matches and whines like a bitch when she don’t get her way.

He shakes his head at the camera.

Luke Wisia: But I’m the asshole for not respectin’ my team, right? I have to be the bad guy it seems. I say it like I see it, and people get all pissy. My cuz can draft a squad. I ain’t sayin’ we can’t pull out a win, but my team is gonna need to get a lil more motivated if they wanna do that. I can only try to all these fuckers on by myself, but I don’t think it’s gonna work too good.

Selena King: Well, what about the other team?

Luke shrugs. His expressions showed that he wasn’t impressed by either team.

Luke Wisia: Annie Zellor. That’s it. I give her shit and we fight some, but she’s gonna be the littlest and biggest person for show everyone she ain’t fuckin’ around. Just wait. I’m givin’ the credit where it’s due. Sometimes I wanna punt her in the ass for annoyin’ me... But, meh. She’s alright. She got more heart and desire than anyone else out there. Hard to not cheer for that, no lie.

Selena seems to agree with him as he spoke about Annie, but Luke held up a hand to signal he wasn’t finished.

Luke Wisia: I don’t like how Colton talked to me though. He thinks he’s some kinda big shot? Fuck that. He’s fuckin’ with the wrong guy, cause I’ll dive into a war, no fuckin’ problem. Hell, I’ll beat his face until it corrects itself. Punk bitch.

He looks back up to the camera with a smirk.

Luke Wisia: Kayla. Girrrrllllll, it’s damn nice to be standin’ behind you. Don’t be scared, I don’t bite. When we get into that ring though, you’re just another make-up wearin’ hoe to me. How ‘bout you and Gia don’t try to smear that shit everywhere. Kia... You’re a weird fucker and I dunno if you’re balls have dropped yet. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

Selena King: Not very fond of people are you Mr.Wisia.

He looks over to Selena and raises an eyebrow.

Luke Wisia: My name is Luke. Old men get called Mr. and shit.

She looks to the ground for a second and then asks one final question.

Selena King: Oh, I’m sorry... Well, Luke. You aren’t very fond of many people here. Is there anyone that you respect besides the few you’ve already picked out?

Luke smiles and walks away from the camera. He claps his hands one time and laughs.

Luke Wisia: Rodzina...

He walks away without another word as Selena looks back to the camera with a bit of surprise.

Selena King: Not sure what that means, but that was Luke Wisia, ladies and gentlemen. Now back to more HKW!

The scene fades away with Selena smiling to the cameras.

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The show returns from commercial break with R.I.P. Prospect Zakk Lewis already in the ring pumped up and ready for his proving grounds match against the Sergeant In Arms, D.C..

Bandolero by Don Omar blasts through the P.A System as the arena fills with orange lighting. Once the music kicks in, Deontay walks out from behind the ramp wearing a black sleeveless jacket that reads "D.C" on the back. A smirk comes across his face as he tilts his shades downwards just enough to get a clear view of the arena.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making his way to the ring standing at 6 feet tall and 205 pounds....From Chicago, IL...Representing the Reapers...DEONTAY CHAOS!!!!!!!!

He examines the crowd for a while before walking down the ramp at a comfortable pace, sliding into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle before jumping off of it after a few seconds.

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Deontay looks over to Zakk and grunts a little as the ref calls for the bell. Before the match even begins, D.C. tells the ref to get the fuck out of his ring. The intimidated ref does exactly what Chaos ask. Zakk looks a bit worried now not sure what's going to happen next. Deontay makes his way over to him and puts up his fist ready to fight. Chaos calls out to Zakk to come fight him and Zakk shrugs his shoulders making his way over. As he reaches him, Deontay hits a mean hook making Zakka stumble. Deontay follows up with punching combinations.

Zakk backed up into a corner now still taking shots from Deontay who hits a vicious elbow cutting Zakk open. D.C. then begins to kick Zakk repeatedly in his midsection. He then picks Zakk up hitting a European Uppercut sending him back down on the mat. Chaos shakes his head at Zakk

The match continues with D.C. punishes Zakk every step of the way until D.C. is done. He kicks Lewis in the midsection and bounces off the ropes and hits a Cagaeste. Zakk lays there motionless as R.I.P. members Gambino and Choppz are seen running down the ramp and Lance Winters standing there at the top of the ramp nodding towards D.C. for a job well done. Beeno and Choppz pick up Zakk and assist him out of the ring and up the ramp as D.C. follows behind shaking his head with Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin playing in the background. The scene then fades as they all reach the backstage area.


Winner: Deontay Chaos (9:12)

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Defiance cuts backstage to where Annie Zellor is just finishing lacing up her boots; the sounds of Kesha's 'Your Love Is My Drug' can be heard blaring out from the stereo in the corner. The music comes to an abrupt end as the camera pans around to reveal Colton Sterling standing next to it, his hand hovering over the stop button.

Annie Zellor: Hey!

She snaps, angrily. Her face, however, softens slightly when she sees Colton standing there.

Colton Sterling: Sorry Annie, you couldn't seem to hear me over the music.

Annie Zellor: Sorry...I like my music loud.

Colton nods his head.

Colton Sterling: I noticed. So, you ready for tonight? Gotta represent Team BB and all.

Annie Zellor: I was born ready!

She chirps, excitedly, as she jumps up to her feet.

Annie Zellor: Brandon's given us a chance to prove ourselves and help him out and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. And I know Kayla doesn't think she needs to work as a team or whatever, but you, me and Kai have gotta stick together, don't we?

She pauses for a moment.

Annie Zellor: What about you? You ready for this?

Annie playfully punches Colton's arm a couple of times before backing away and smiling coyly at him. Colton smirks before answering.

Colton Sterling: Yep. Even went to Japan a couple days ago and tried to pick up a few new moves. Hoping to use them tonight. And yeah, I get what you’re saying about the whole team thing. End of the night, we will have to work as a team because of what is at stake for the winners. Kai and Kayla may not be big fans of teaming with us, but if it means getting their title shots and some money, they’ll do it.

Colton takes his right hand and runs it through his hair before continuing on.

Colton Sterling: Did you hear about Felicity?

Annie Zellor: She got suspended.

Annie says with a pout; the news of her friend's suspension has been a gray cloud over an otherwise bright two weeks since the last Defiance.

Annie Zellor: But she'll be back in no time, right? Surely she can't be suspended for too long...

Colton Sterling: That’s what I’m hoping. I know Ash was having a hard enough time trying to think of a replacement for their match tonight...

Colton just sighs before shaking it off with a small smile.

Colton Sterling: But, we have match to win, don’t we?

Annie Zellor: Yeah we do! Lets go #TeamBB!

She exclaims, excitedly before skipping merrily out of the room with Colton walking behind, somewhat bemused.

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We're in the parking lot as we see Selena King approach a car that has just pulled up. Ethan Matthews steps out of the car as does his Sensai Marcus Monroe. Marcus spots Selena and just ignores her as he walks past her and stops.

Sensai Marcus: Ethan you deal with her... Don't be long, you have another bitch to make tap out remember.

With that said Marcus Monroe heads off through the double doors into the arena as Ethan just stands there.

Selena King: Mr Matthews last week we saw you bring an end to Banksquait undefeated streak. Therefore you must be confident for tonight’s match against Jackson strong right?

Grabbing the microphone from Selena he puts his hand up signalling her to keep quiet as he says what he has to say.

Ethan Matthews: I did exactly what I said I would do. I ended Banksquait's undefeated streak and I done it with ease. I could have just pinned him to the mat but he deserved to be humiliated a lot more. That's why I made him tap out like the bitch he is and will always be. I particularly don't care if he was undefeated or not. All I care about is that I proved I'm better then him and there isn't a damn thing he can do to prove otherwise. Everyone saw him tap out just like tonight everyone is going to see Jackson Strong tap out.

I showed everyone just why I am the “Hitman” and I'll continue showing people why I am. Maybe tonight I'll take Jackson Strong out of commission. After all it's not as if many know who he is, I didn't know who he was. Well not until I found out he was my opponent then I just laughed at the fact I'm facing yet another bitch.

Picking up his bag off the floor Ethan slings it over his shoulder as he looks right at Selena and winks.

Ethan Matthews: Maybe if you're lucky Selena after I've taken care of Jackson Strong, I’ll take care of you if you know what I mean.

He just stands there smirking as he looks her up and down as Selena starts to feel uneasy now.

Ethan Matthews: Hm... I do like what I see Selena but right now I have business to attend to. So you're just going to have to wait for me to get to you. Right now though I have to go get ready to hurt Jackson Strong. I need to show everyone that his only strong in name and name only so until later don't miss me too much Selena.

He passes the microphone to her and grins as he walks off leaving Selena stood there stunned at Ethan.

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The show returns from commercial break as we see Jackson Strong already in the ring, stretching in the corner. The audience is as quiet as they would be in a library, not really caring about Strong or any of his matches, really.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a first blood match! Introducing first, JACKSON STRONG!

Absolutely no reaction. Seriously.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent....

"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.

Your life is my plan,
I hold in my hand,
The power is mine to,
Shut you down,
To shot you down...


Once at the ring Ethan jumps up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to yet another chorus of boos. He then smirks as his facing away from the ring on top of the turnbuckle, so he does a back flip into the ring before preparing for the match as his music fades out.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: ...weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the "Hitman", ETHAN MATTHEWS!

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DING! DING! DING!


Strong tries to charge towards Matthews, but Matthews runs forward as well and connects with a Baisuke knee kick that floors Strong! Strong holds his jaw before Matthews begins to drill him with rights and lefts until he's decided that that is enough.

Matthews rolls to the outside and looks under the apron, where he grabs a steel chair and looks at it with a sinister smirk on his face. Once enter the ring, Matthews drives the chair into Strong's face once and the audience boos. He drives it even harder onto Strong's head, and the audience continues booing. Finally, Matthews just snaps and begins repeatedly drilling Strong in the face over and over and over again until the chair is so dented that Matthews has to toss it. Once he does, the ref notices that Strong is bleeding and immediately calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match, the "Hitman", ETHAN MATTHEWSSSSSSSS!

As the ref checks on Strong, Matthews raises his hands up in celebration before exiting the ring and heading to the back.

Winner: Ethan Matthews via making opponent bleed (3:02)
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The scene fades into the backstage area as a man is seen wearing a black hoodie with a leather cut over it that has the R.I.P. logo on the back walking down the hallway. As he walks down the hallway crew workers step back even if they weren't in his way. He looks at those who step out of his way and look at him with such fear in their eyes and lets out a small chuckle. He keeps walking as the camera begins to pan in front of him showing just who this R.I.P. member is, Lance Winters. The fans erupt in boos just enough to shake the building. Lance hears the boos and laughs a little while shaking his head not giving a damn about them. Reaching an open area where catering is Lance sees his Vice President's manager and girlfriend Onyx. He smirks a little and rubs his rugged cheek. He begins to make his way over to her. She seems to be talking to someone but as they see him coming over they stop talking to her and quickly walk away.

Lance Winters: What a shame...You could have introduced me.

Taking a deep breath, Onyx rolled her eyes before looking into Lance's. Just his presence alone irritated her.

Onyx: I wouldn't introduce you to my mother.

Leaning in a bit closer to him, her tone almost turns into a whisper.

Onyx: And I strongly dislike my mother.

Lance puts his hands to his heart and laughs a little.

Lance Winters: Onyx! Why so hurtful? I'm not that bad am I?

Shaking her head slightly, she leans up against the wall behind her, folding her arms across her chest.

Onyx: No. You're not that bad Lance. You're much, much worse. So is there a reason you came over here? Heh. I really shouldn't be asking that cause of course there is. Because I have a feeling that you wouldn't take the time to walk anywhere unless there was a reason. So get to the point.

Winters nods and clears his throat.

Lance Winters: I just wanted to know, there's no hard feelings about a couple weeks ago. I forgive you for barging into that office while I was hard at work. And I forgive you for getting angry for me telling you the truth. It's alright...I forgive you. I still like you.

Onyx's lip quivered as she held back a laugh.

Onyx: That's.... That's real nice of you Lance. For forgiving me like that. Must make you feel like such a big man to do that. So let me thank you. Thank you Lance for walking on down here and feeding me the bullshit just so that I can let you know that I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry for "barging" in on you while you were just standing there lost in your own little world. I'm not sorry for not being mad at you for telling me the truth. Because you see, I'm mad at you because the day I decided that you deserved my respect was the same day I found out what kind of man you really are. The only thing you will get from me is me being kind enough to be civil to you.

Lance grunts a little.

Lance Winters: My little world huh? Whatever the fuck I was doing in that office is none of your business Onyx. I wouldn't advise for you to let that mind of yours wander. You don't have to be nice to me. You don't even have to be mad at me like you say you are. You don't know a damn thing about me. I wouldn't even allow you to step in the world I live in. That Joey finds himself a part of now. You don't know much now...Which you probably never will if neither Joey lets you in or you clean up this little "nice to everybody" act.

Onyx: You think pretty highly of yourself don't you? I could care less what you were doing in your office because it's none of my business. In fact, I think you care more about the idea of me wanting to know than about how much I actually cared. Which was zip. But you're right. I don't know a damn thing about you but, I know enough, just enough to let me know not to trust you and enough to not waste my time in getting to know you. I never want to be apart of the world you live in because all you do is use people. You hold things over their heads, so that when you say jump they have no other choice but to ask how high.

Chuckling a bit she takes a step forward to Lance, as she folds her arms over her chest, looking up at him, head tilted to the side.

Onyx: You know, I take back what I said before. I should definitely introduce you to my mother because you and her live by the same philosophy and one of these days Lance... it's going to bite you in the ass.

He shrugs while letting out a laugh.

Lance Winters: That's adorable. SOOOOOOOOOO CUUUTTEEEEEE Onyx! You think you got everything figured out.

He smirks.

Lance Winters: It's cute. I like this on you. The set of balls you've grown when it comes to me.

Lance pats her on her shoulder and begins to walk away.

Lance Winters: Keep it up, i might actually invite you over for a drink.

Onyx: I wouldn't waste your time.

With her eyes narrowed, burning a hole through the R.I.P.'s President's back, she stood there for a moment before walking off her self in the opposite direction.

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The scene opens as the camera turns on you can hear it being fumbled around. The camera then shows a pair of steel toed boots. It then readjusts its view on a long haired man. You can see that he is holding the camera on his own, and he tilts the camera slightly catching a glimmer of light so that his face is visible. The light reveals his face, and the man is RIP muscle, Leifi Maivia. He then takes a moment to take a deep breath and sweeps his hands through his hair brushing back out of his face.

Leifi Maivia: “Why? Why fight the fight that one knows he will never win? To be a hero, for self-gratification, or is it because ignorance has enchanted you to believe that it is actually a possibility that victory is an option?”

Leifi grins and looks to the ground and clinches his teeth before looking back to the camera, with his icy blue eyes glaring into the digital camera intensely.

Leifi Maivia: “Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance. The false knowledge of defeating me will lead to one of two options; lie down and accept defeat, or stand up and take this beating that you know is coming.”

Leifi adjusts the camera again, titling his head to the side.

Leifi Maivia: “You know, I hear it all the time, why take such a path, your uncle was a legend, why not follow in his footsteps? Well that same man, a very wise one in fact has told me, ‘do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.’ So if you do not like my methods, thank the wise man. By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.”

Leifi’s long dark hair flows into his face again causing him to sweep it back out of his face. He then straightens out the camera.

Leifi Maivia: “Experience is not what happens to you; it's what you do with what happens to you. A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them. I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done. Whichh is why I chose the path I have chosen. A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, so with that said. Who can stop me?”

Leifi looks passed the camera to a different area then back to the camera with a grin.

Leifi Maivia: “Tonight, in this triangle tag match, Primitive Unrated, and 420 B.C will both get a little taste of the experience of getting in the ring with me. If that wasn’t enough… Add my boy Chopz to the mix and now it’s a party.”

The camera is brought closer to his face.

Leifi Maivia: “Against four others, but only three letters will matter, and two will stand tall for this one cause… RIP!”

With his last statement he drops the camera to the floor. We then see the all black steel toed boots stepping out of the scene.

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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 men are seen standing at the top of a stairways on opposite sides of the arena of each other looking out to the fans. They begin make to slowly make their ways down the stairs.

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


As fans reach out to try and touch the men they pull their arms away and pushes the fans away. Some even go ahead and threaten the fans that tried and reach out. After being separated from the fans by security they continue down the stairs to the barricade.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: At a combined weight of 490 lbs , Representing THE REAPERS IN PRIDE!, Leifi Maivia and Chopz!!

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


They stop looking around the arena and towards the ring then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring walking around as if they owned the joint. They look over to the announcers desk giving them a hard cold stare before turning away from them setting their eyes towards the crowd.


Trembling
Crawling across my skin
Feeling your cold dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine


They shake their heads and look towards the ramp waiting for whoever to come out to their ring.

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

A cheer goes up for the beginning of Zombie Girl's "Living Dead Superstars", and the team of 420 B.C., Ligaya Fontaine and Serenity, emerge. Serenity walks to the ring at the pace of a bride walking down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of dead flowers, while Ligaya jogs back and forth around her, high fiving and hugging fans.

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

Ligya slides into the ring and jumps up onto the far ropes, leaning over them and pumping up the crowd, while Serenity rolls under the bottom rope. As Ligaya plays to different sections of the auditorium Serenity just lays her flowers in their corner, pushes back her veil, and sits down on the mat in the corner. After a moment Ligaya joins her friend, straddling the top rope above her.

As ‘Living Dead Superstars fades and the arena is filled with cheers and boos for the current stars in the ring. Another burst of cheers starts up as ..


'We are going to make THOSE moves'

Is echoed throughout the arena speakers as "Make those Move" by I Am Legion begins to play through the speakers as the two members of Primitive Unrated come out with their hands raised enticing the fans to get hype. Katia motions for them to get louder from one end of the entrance ramp and Katanna nods her head as she has a faint smile and motioned to her sister that it was time to head towards the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing to you at this time, Hailing from The Philippines by way of California.. They are, Katia and Katanna- Primitive Unrated!!

As they made their way down, they slapped a few hands from the fans before stopping right before reaching the ring and high five one another as they climbed on the apron and waved towards the fans from the turnbuckles before getting into the ring..

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Ding Ding Ding…

As the bell sounded and the participants made their ways to their respective corners, the first two competitors to start of this match were to be 420 B.C’s Serenity and R.I.P’s Chopz. As the two circled one another and the HKW Nation chanting “420 B.C.”, both competitors locked up but using his strength; Chopz easily forced Serenity back into her corner for a moment. He pointed to her and laughed mouthing to her disrespectful things which lit a fire under her. Back on her feet, the two had another circling before locking up once again but this time it didn’t last long as Serenity kicked Chopz in his gut a series of times to stagger him before delivering a low dropkick to his right leg which brought him to his knee. Upon hitting the ropes, the ref calls for a tag as Ligaya tagged herself in while both females used their speed on the bigger chops. Hitting the ropes one more time, she superkicked Chopz in the chin before Ligaya came from behind and delivered a back thrust kick.

With that combo over and done with, Ligaya began to deliver a series of kicks to the big man while he was still gathering himself. He pushed her away which resulted on her being on the ropes, she used that as her momentum to go for a dropkick but was met with a spinning clothesline from the member of R.I.P. Now back on his feet, he unleashed a vicious roar and was met with a barrage of boos from the HKW fans. He went to pick Ligaya up and hoisted her vertically in the air on his shoulder as he marched around the ring, showing an excellent display of strength before stopping back in the middle of the ring and dropped Ligaya on her back via the suplex and went for the cover...

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Getting her shoulder up in time, she turned over to her stomach as she started to crawl towards her partner; Serenity. Chopz chuckling as he walked with the wounded female, once again laughed and pointed towards her before kicking her in the back while she was down and then ran over and knocked Serenity off of the ring apron. Returning his attention towards Ligaya who was on her knees now, Chopz grabbed her by her hair and lifted her to her feet but before he could act, she countered by hitting him with a jumping enzuigiri which caused him to stagger out between the ropes and onto the mat on the outside. Ligaya still seeing that her partner was still on the outside gathering herself, the chants for ‘Primitive’ were as loud as they could be as both Katia and Katanna had their hands out awaiting the tag. Ligaya looked around slightly still stung by their little altercation at the last defiance, she hesitated but tagged in Katanna Torres and with that the fans erupted into a frenzy as she got into the ring and noticed Chopz and Serenity both getting up at the same time. Bouncing off the ropes to give her a little extra momentum, she flew over the drops landing on both Chopz and Serenity via her signature move ‘When in Rome’ before hyping up the fans and the reaction was well received BUT short lived

From the corner of Katanna eye, she saw Leifi Maivia coming in hot but could not react in time and was met with The Samoan Spear. Returning to his vertical, he let out a thunderous roar which was met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Picking Chopz up, he rolled him in the ring and did the same with Katanna who was the legal person. Yelling for Chopz to pin her. Before Leifi could get back on the apron though Katia Torres flew from the side and delivered a running double leg dropkick to him. Both now being on the mat as Katia regains her composure first.

Chopz heeding the call from his partner went to pin Katanna but before the ref could even get the count in good, both Ligaya and Serenity broke the pin up. With Chopz on his knees, Ligaya nods to Serenity who jumps on Chops and delivers her finisher known as ‘The Pherkish Intent’ before both females look at woman still on the ground and nod at one another as the delivered their double moonsault move on the wounded warrior. The ref now taking control of this match orders the females to get back to their corners. High fiving one another they obey the call and look on as the ref checks on both competitors before starting his count...

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Little life is shown by Katanna as she reached for the ropes to pull herself up

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Chops now gaining some of his balance is also leaning on the ropes but slightly

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At this point, both legal persons were on their feet as the match continued. Chopz rushing at Katanna attempting to hit a spinning clothesline on her, ducks him and bounces off the ropes before hitting him with a single legged drop kick, getting back up, she delivers another one and a third one before clapping her hands together trying to rally the fans behind her before Chopz returned back to his knees. Katanna going for the savage kick, Chopz dodges it and changes it into a two handed spinebuster laying both persons out for a second. Leifi in his corner yelling for Chopz to make the tag and both 420 B.C. and Katia were awaiting with their hands out. Crawling to their respective corners, double tags were made as Katia torres was now introduced into this match as the dangerous Leifi Maivia slowly entered the ring, welcomed with whistles from the females and slight boos.

Staring at one another the two started exchanging blows with the fans going back and forth with chants of “Yes & No”. Getting the upper hand slightly, Katia bounced off the ropes but before she could hit her move, it was reversed into a snap powerslam and Leifi moved the hair out of his face as he went for the cover...

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THRE--- KICK OUT!!!

Getting her shoulder up almost at the last second. Leifi looked down at the female as he picked her up and began to deliver a series of backbreakers to her before throwing her almost like a ragdoll. Releasing another roar similar to before, he bounced off the ropes on the recovering Katia and went for a flying clothesline but she side stepped him and went for the ropes one more time and after catching the momentum, both persons double body pressed one another and landed hard on the ring mat. Katanna, Chopz and both members of 420 B.C. trying to build some type of support for their partners of the night as Leifi shook off the cobwebs and Katia held her side as she got back to her feet and rested against the ropes near her corner. Leifi now back on his feet dashed at her looking to inflict some real damage like he did to her sister, Katia side stepped him and he ran shoulder first into the ring post. Katanna tagging herself in, quickly pulled Leifi out and delivered a turnbuckle reverse STO to him before signaling it was time to end this. Tagging back in Katia, the two females motioned for the fans to get hype as Katia hit Leifi with an atomic drop. As Katanna went to hit him with the running Knee she was met by Chopz who caught her slipping by pulling down the ropes and she flew over them.

Not taking anymore mess from her, he picked her up and the two began to exchange blows with one another and before Chopz could get in good, Katanna hit him in the head with her Swinging Enzuigiri finisher where she landed wrong and hit her knee against the announcement table where Chopz laid.

Back inside the ring we see Katia and Leifi exchanging blows once again, though this time Leifi has the upper hand and Irish whips Katia against the ropes where Serenity tags herself in and as Katia came back towards Leifi she was met but the superman punch which laid her out with her covering her face. Unknown to Leifi, he went for the cover and the ref did not count it and in that moment when he went to argue with him, Serenity turns him around and delivers her signature known as ‘The Lethal Injection’ though it caused him to fall outside the ring. Now upset at herself Ligaya starts to get the fans behind 420 B.C.

Outside, Leifi was returning back to his vertical as Chopz was still indisposed and Katanna making it back to her corner along with her sister who was still feeling the affects of the superman punch. Serenity seizing this opportunity, she went to the ropes and made her way towards Leifi but before she could attempt her corkscrew suicida he hit her with his forearm which caused her to stumble back. Making it back inside the ring, Leifi cracked his neck before making his way to the staggered Serenity. Scooping her up on his shoulders, she started to elbow him in the back of his head until he released her and she dropped kicked him in the back. With the space now there, Serenity tagged in Ligaya and the two of them went for a double clothesline which Leifi ducked under and used the momentum of the ropes to deliver a double Samoan spear to both females. Having seen enough, both members of Primitive Unrated attempted to get into the ring but the now angry Chopz pulled both females off the ring apron as Leifi smirked confidently as he covered Ligaya..

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Ring the bell!!


Winner: Chopz and Leifi Maivia; R.I.P Via Pinfall (22:05)


With Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin sounds through the PA system, Raising to his feet was the victor who allowed the ref to raise his hand along with Chopz who snatched it away and started to pick up the females of Primitive Unrated along with Serenity and threw them out one by one besides Ligaya who was showing signs of slight movement. Motioning for Chopz that they should send a message, Leifi and Chopz picked her up and maneuvered the into their tag team finisher known as The End of Days and without hesitation and of course not listening to what the crowd chanting. Leifi and Chopz delivered the finisher and both let out roars and motion that they want the tag titles as they exited the ring.
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Walking down the hall HKW Co-GM is seen looking in bit of a better mood than last time we saw him on PDW's Ascension. But this time around he seems just as determined as he did when he was looking for Felicity. As he walks down the hallway he stops some people along the way.

Lyle Risky: You seen Gwen?

They shake their heads and he nods.


Lyle Risky: Alright guys, thanks. Keep up the good work!

He walks on and he then sees a woman wearing a hoodie with the hood over her head walking alone.


Lyle Risky: That must be her...

He begins to jog over and just his luck, it is Gwen. He stops in front of her and smiles.


Lyle Risky: Hey, Gwen!

She lifted the hood just to reveal one of her eyes as her expression was a dark one seeing that she did not want to be chastised about her actions last week nor did she want to be annoyed with the overall question that everyone has asked her since her arrival this afternoon 'Was she going to use the Golden Opportunity and become Champion??'. Instead of flaking off on her boss which seems to respect her and want to talk to her, a small smile appeared on her face as she rested her back against the nearest wall

Gwen Massey: Boss Dude? How can I help you tonight? Aren't you supposed to be busy with those who are worth your time to speak with? I mean, you have an extremely important match that could result in you doing what you men's pride will never allow you all to do willingly; apologize. Why waste your time on someone like me who will be midcarding next week?

She asked him as she crossed her arms after resting her briefcase on the side of her leg. Even though Gwen's hood still over the uppermost part of her face, her eyes never left his. Lyle nods and shrugs a little.


Lyle Risky: If you don't forget, you're in this huge match tonight Gwen. I just wanna let you know that your safety along with everyone else is what we care about here. These R.I.P. guys...They're just out of control. What happen last show...It can't happen again. These backstage attacks are completely senseless and unacceptable. I just wanna let you know I'm proud there's someone here who wants to stand up to these guys. It seems like it's only you and the three men whose match you are officiating tonight are the ones who just wanna get their hands on them. Well and Hunter too I guess.

He then smirks.

Lyle Risky: Speakin of...What's ya thoughts bout reffin'?

Gwen shook her head before exhaling and then removing the hood from her head so that he could get a good look of her face when she spoke.


Gwen Massey: Risky, before I answer your question. Listen and think about what you just said to me okay? R.I.P, these puppies who want to be hounds that can strike fear into a whole roster to entice them to stand up against them, riling them up knowing that it is a battle that they CANNOT and WILL NOT win though, they still continue to try. When a man cannot look you in the eyes, come up to you and tell you he doesn't like you nor your actions and decided the alternative is the best action. Attacking the innocent, preemptive strikes on those who are unexpecting. There is a difference between the men who will be partaking in the HKW Championship cage match and I, I believe you already know but allow me to remind you.

She smiles again


Gwen Massey: I am a fighter. I DO NOT back down from anything or body. R.I.P attacked those men out there, thus resulting in a reaction from them. Anger, sorrow, strife.. all these emotions just made R.I.P happy because those men weren't in the right mind frame. Now, look at me. Yes, I fought against Joey Perello's punk ass as well as that big idiot Chopz and I sent my message then unlike some of these wannabe main eventers and champions who wanna bitch about it now because it's happening to them. No, what I did last week was my statement maker. I didn't do it for vengeance for Maddie, I did that for me. I'll be damned if a faction comes in here and terrorizes a locker room I WILL be leading one day. What I did to Winters will happen again, I promise that.. and next time, I won't stop because of security. That's the difference. I am fighting for those who are not willing to stand up for themselves, even if I have to do it alone. Those men out there, are fighting because they were embarrassed, humiliated, degraded if you will. Their man cards were taken and they became the bitches to R.I.P if you allow them to tell you. No, enough is enough. When are Banks and you going to open your eyes instead of worrying about little princesses who bitch gripe and grown because they are not getting fed with the silver spoon anymore? Sometimes, Violence is the only answer when you've tried a peaceful alternative

She points to her briefcase and tilts her head


Gwen Massey: To answer your question, that's how I feel about being the referee of this Cage Match for the Championship title. I have been approached all night about it, my golden chance is here and now.. though, I plan on keeping everything down the middle, no favorites.. unless one of them put their damn hands on me, then not only will they get a 'Last Laugh' I will have mine too. I pose a rhetorical question to you now Boss Dude because I honestly like you, you are a cool ass dude. How much can a person handle when they know where they should be, knowing that everything could change in less than three seconds but know what's right and how one wants to handle business and make their path, to cement their legacy? Conflicting thoughts.. huh?

He lets out a deep sigh. Thoughts begin running through his mind right now.

Lyle Risky: Um...Well you know that's a um...This seems like a Dr. Riskodamous moment, Gwen.

He chuckles while saying.


Lyle Risky: One can't answer on how much an other can take. All that matter is that.

He points to her heart.


Lyle Risky: What's inside you determines how much one can take. In terms of you Gwen? You obviously have a huge heart but right now with all this goin on right now? It's a lot. And you're young...Shit I am too but still. It takes a lot of growth. A lot of maturity to know how to deal with such things in life. I think you gonna have to figure this shit out ya self.

He looks down at the case and smiles.


Lyle Risky: Good luck tonight Gwen.

He pats her on the shoulder and begins to walk away.

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We enter the hallways on the Hard Knox training facility where we see Brandon Banks standing outside his office with a member of the backstage personal.

Brandon Banks: Nah, but real talk, bruh. I could release some shit right meow that’ll make Eminem look like Snickers, for real. Y’all really don’t know bout double B the rapper.

Banks looks away from the worker, closing his eyes and banging his elbow off his office door to a rhythm.

Brandon Banks: Boom, cheh… Boom boom, cheh. Boom, cheh… Boom boom, cheh.

The HKW GM nods his head to the beat he’s creating, staring directly at the backstage personal as he does so.

Brandon Banks: Aight, now listen. Ayo… BOUTTA MURDA THIS SHIT NINJAAAA!

He bangs his arm of the wall one last time before jumping upright.

Brandon Banks: Two Asian broads, and they servin me General Tso’s. Got the legs over they heads, they suckin on they toes! I buy a pound of weed, ninja, I don’t buy deemos. Cause ten bucks can’t even buy you a set of free throws.

Banks chuckles, slapping the workers chest with his hand.

Brandon Banks: Now don’t take it personal, or flagrant. I’m just sayin’ I wanna take yo shawty dooooooownnn… Basement.

Luke was standing at the opposite end of the hallway, watching what Brandon was doing, and seems slightly confused. He approaches Brandon and nods his head to the beat he was making.

Luke Wisia: And people say I’m the weird one, look at ya’ll. Is that alcohol I smell? And ya’ll ain’t let me in on it. Dayum… I see how it is, I see.

He looks a little disappointed as he looks around for any since of liquor or beer.

Luke Wisia: What the hell ya’ll doin’ anyway?

Banks shoos away the worker, running his fingers through his hair before speaking to Luke.

Brandon Banks: You the enemy tonight, my g. I can’t be lettin’ you in on the underground, backstage, anonymous, FIVE, FIVE FIVE, FIVE, FIVE, convos.

Banks pauses.

Brandon Banks: I don’t expect many people to get that. What’s good though?

Luke shrugs, acting as if something was on his mind or bothering him.

Luke Wisia: B. I can’t stand my fuckin’ team. I feel like I’ve been bustin’ my ass to get ready for this match. Trainin’, workin’ on my promos, and tryna get the hang of things. What in the fuck have these fools been doin’? Not shit.

He waves his hands and lets out a sigh.

Luke Wisia: And you sayin’ that shit that you ain’t draft me anyway even if you knew. Like, what the hell, B. I just wanna be tight with my fam again and I wanted to represent the Banks team. That shit bothers me, no lie… Like, I fuckin’ hate the scrubs I’m with. They ain’t got no fire to them and Milo is a baby back bitch.

He looks over to his cousin with a pissed look.

Luke Wisia: I ain’t give a damn ‘bout winnin’. I’m just ready to fuck some people up. I hate all of these people. Always actin’ like they are better than other people, and then say I’m entitled to somethin’.... Man…. I’ma blow the hell up.

Brandon squints his eyes, opening the door to his office and reaching in. He grabs a bottle of Poland Spring water before shutting the door and looking over at his cousin.

Brandon Banks: You really expected this all to be dairy walks, Luke? Bruh… This is wrestling. You need to be happy that I’m the one puttin’ you through the tough and boring times. See, it’s things like this? Things like this match tonight that will either make or break you.

Banks pauses, shrugging his shoulders out.

Brandon Banks: Bruh, my homegirl Kay-low Kay feelin’ the same way you are right now. She thinks she’s better than everyone on the squad. Like, all y’all HKW young’n’s feel like somethings owed to y’all.

Banks snickers, never taking his eyes off Luke.

Brandon Banks: Nothing is owed to y’all. NOTHING. Be glad that me and Risky are actually takin’ time out our lives to help y’all become the next big thing. That’s what pisses me off, Luke. Like, y’all think I’ll steer y’all in the wrong direction.

He pauses, clearly frustrated.

Brandon Banks: You think I would do that? Then you really don’t know me. I WANT you to succeed… But I also don’t want your head to get too big.

Luke shakes his head some, unsure of what else to say.

Luke Wisia: Nah, B. I ain’t always thinkin’ my team is scrubs, but what the fuck they doin’? Is it even worth teamin’ with? I seem to be the only one who gives a God damn. I ain’t owed shit, but I’d like to get on a good start. These bitches… They ain’t cut it, B.

He shoots another look.

Luke Wisia: I’m made for this shit. If I’m not, then I’ma fuckin’ waste. I wanna get in there and see what I’m made of. You could have a lil more faith in me, ya know? You ever think maybe that’s why Fel is all pissed off? It’s just kinda like a ‘what the fuck’ moment. You expect me not to get a lil heated?

Banks doesn’t eyes narrow, obviously bothered by Luke’s words.

Brandon Banks: Y’all really think I don’t have faith in you?

He chuckles.

Brandon Banks: HAHHHHH. Please. If I didn’t have faith in y’all, you wouldn’t have jobs. Trust me, I have TOO much faith in y’all. And…

He stops again, opening the door to his office just a bit.

Brandon Banks: Trust me… I wish I had someone like me in my life. Believe me when I say this to you, Luke… I want what’s best for you.

Banks leans, a half smirk on his grill.

Brandon Banks: We’re family, right? You could trust me.

With that, Banks takes a few steps backwards before entering his office and slamming the door shut. Luke stand there with a faint surprised expression on his face.

Luke Wisia: Yup, we’re fam. I’ma show you what that means…

The scene cuts to black as Luke is seen walking down the hallway, towards the catering table.

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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 base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

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


The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS!

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


As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more.

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 laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles.

Trembling
Crawling across my skin
Feeling your cold dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine


Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin.

"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.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent from Phoenix, AZ, weighing at 180 pounds and standing at 5'8".....HUNTER WERTH!!!!

He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them.

You are your own secret weapon.
It's all up to you, to come out swingin'.
It's all up to you!


Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope. When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the referee to call for the bell staring across at the R.I.P. President that has been tormenting him these past few shows.

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As the bell rings Lance hops off the turnbuckle with his head held high as he looks over at Hunter with a smile on his face. He opens his arms and motions Hunter to come at him. Hunter sprints over to Lance driving him back into the turnbuckle. Hunter begins to perform a few shoulder thrust on the laughing Winters who picks up the smaller Hunter switching places with him but instead of shoulder thrust he slaps Hunter across the face while calling him a "pussy" in the process. Hunter backs up urging Hunter on some more. Holding his cheek Hunter sprints over to Lance but Lance moves over and begins to dance a little singing "OLEEEE!!!!". Hunter looks over at Lance shaking his head and runs over to Lance again while he was dancing hitting a missile dropkick on him. Lance drops down to the mat and quickly gets up to a knee holding his head seeing that Hunter really wants it now.

As the match progress Hunter is seen having a slight edge over Winters as he has Lance in the corner with himself standing on the second rope throwing punches at the fans count the punches cheering Hunter on. After the last punch Hunter hits a monkey flip on Lance. As Lance tries getting up Hunter goes for a running enziguri but Lance punches Werth in the family jewels in instant resulting Hunter to fall to the mat holding himself. Lance gets up laughing a bit as he then bounces off the ropes punt kicking Hunter. Lance goes for the pin...

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T-----Lance gets up breaking the count. He shakes his head and urges for Hunter to get back up.

Hunter starts to get up but once again Lance slaps him across the face sending up back down to the mat. "GET UP!", Lance calls out to him. The fans begin to boo the President of the Reapers as he walks around stalking his opponent. As Hunter starts to get up Winters locks in the Full Nelson, whipping him back to forth. The ref ask if he wants to quit but Hunter refuses. Lance then hits a suplex while still in the submission maneuver.

Moments go by as Lance is seen all over Hunter punching him ferociously but begins to let up as ends his assault with a slap in the face. He laughs and shakes his head while throwing up his hands to the crowd who boos him. He stands there with a smile on his face for a minute before flipping the fans off. He turns his attention back to Hunter who is beginning to get up. Lance waits for him to get up enough to the point he hits a double armed DDT. He goes for the pin.

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Thhhh----Lance gets up punching Hunter in the face multiple times. The fans boo for Lance's foul behavior and he gets up shoving his middle finger into Hunter's face before beginning to curb stomp him. The ref steps between Lance and Hunter warning Lance. Lance laughs and walks away as the ref checks on Hunter. Lance walks over to a turnbuckle and begins to remove a top turnbuckle padding. The ref looks up and sees him doing this and walks over telling him not to. Lance looks back at the ref pissed off yelling at him, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO? BACK THE FUCK OFF OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LIVING IN THE PITS OF HELL!". Lance finishes taking off the padding and throws it into the refs face.

The ref picks up the padding and tries to make his way to the turnbuckle but is stopped by Lance who backhands the ref telling him if he does it again it'll be worse. The ref has had enough and calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding![/i]

Winner: Hunter Werth via Disqualification (12:32)

Lance laughs and shakes his head walking over to the ref as he has his back turned. He elbow smashes the ref as hard as he could in the back of his head knocking him out. Lance turns back towards Hunter who is up to his knees. He smirks and grabs a hold of Hunter. He drags him over to the uncovered turnbuckle and begins to drive Hunter's head into the turnbuckle until he is busted open. Lance slaps Hunter in the face again laughing. "I THOUGHT YOU WANTED A FIGHT?!". Lance laughs and rolls out of the ring to get a chair from under the ring. He slides back in with the chair. He then stands Hunter up and leans him up on the turnbuckle. He picks up the chair and smiles. "BATTER UP!". He swings the chair into Hunter's skull like a baseball ball making more blood pump out onto the mat. He laughs even more as the arena fills with boos. Lance doesn't seem to be done just yet as he begins to set up the Jokes On You. Security then begins to run down the ramp followed by RED who has a microphone in hand.

RED: DON'T YOU DARE DO IT! DON'T DO THIS! HE'S HAD ENOUGH HE'S HAD ENOUGH!

Lance shrugs his shoulders with a small chuckle and hits the Jokes On You.

RED: NO! NO! GET HIM OUTTA HERE! GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE NOW!

Lance stands up with his hands up in the air laughing as the security officials slide into the ring. Lance kneels down and sticks in finger into the blood of Hunter Werth. He then writes "REAPED" on Hunter's forehead. "Dancing With The Devil" by. Breaking Benjamin hits as Lance rolls out of the ring with a huge smile on his face. RED stares at Lance as he hops over the barricade and disappears into the crowd. The scene then fades as medical personal come running into the ring.

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We're backstage at the catering table, there is a range of food there but unfortunately there isn't anything there that Tank wants. This didn't make Tank very happy as he started throwing the food to the floor. That's when Tank jumps up onto the table smashing straight through it feet first as food flies everywhere.

Tank: Tank wanted just chicken not none of this fancy crap.

Walking off Tank stops and looks back at the food everywhere and the destroyed table.

#TankShrug

Tank heads back to his locker room. Once there he cleans off the food as a piece of chicken falls to the floor.

Tank: Oh shit! There was chicken there after all.

#TankSmirk

Tank: So Joseph Perello... Did Onyx get out of line or something?

Sitting down on the bench, Tank knows Perello obviously can't answer.

Tank: No one else may have noticed but Onyx changed since Onyx's twenty four hour disappearance.

Did Onyx disobey Joey?

Maybe Joey didn't like the fact Onyx spoke to someone Joey didn't like. People are scared to say anything but Tank isn't. Joey might enjoy being in control and beating on Onyx but come Tank and Joey's match later tonight things will be different.

Grabbing a bottle of water from his gym bag on the bench he undoes the cap and drinks some as well as pour some over his head. Screwing the cap back on his shoves the water bottle back into the gym bag.

Tank: Better be careful Joseph... Very careful. Joseph may end up losing yet another person in Joey's life. Tank has a really good joke for Joey too, Joey better listen or Tank will be really mad.

So Joey... What's six foot under and went with a bang?

#TankLaugh

Tank: Joey's wife!

Still finding it funny Tank sits there laughing a little before composing himself ready to continue.

Tank: It's a damn good job falls count anywhere Joey cause Tank plans on beating Joey around the whole damn arena. Come the match no one will be able to save Joey not even Onyx. Oh wait... Tank just bets right now that Joey and the goon squad are planning the help that Joey will need. Time and time again people have tried to keep Tank down but Tank will always rise. Tank will never give up proving that Tank is not a joke but a good damn threat and Tank will prove that starting with JOEY!

With that said Tank gets to his feet kicking the camera guys out and the last thing we see is Tank slamming the door shut.

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The scene comes into focus as the 'Golden Opportunity' contract holder Gwendolyn Massey was spotted not doing her usual which was skipping around and making conversation with random people tonight. Instead, from underneath her hood, you could see her lips were not smiling but in a more upset form. Arms crossed and her foot against the wall, we zoom in a little closer to see that she was standing inside a HKW superstar's locker room and this wasn't just any superstar either. It belonged to the HKW Champion; Emilio Vialpando. Looking down at her pretend watch on her right arm, she tapped it before using her left foot to bang against the wall forcefully

Gwen Massey: Come on 'Champ' I don't have all night to be sitting here..

She said as she balled up her fist not knowing which greeting she would be getting but either one would do for her at the point she was in, she decided to take a seat on the champions couch and sighed. Soon the door swings open with Emilio's father and manager coming through the door in a black suit.


Luis Vialpando: Milio, if those "thugs" are out there you better be watching your back the entire time. You understand me?

He doesn't seem to notice as he looks in front of him and sees Gwen sitting there alone. He seems a bit shocked to see the woman in his son's locker room...A woman who hold the Golden Opportunity contract and could cash it in...At any moment. Either it be now in the locker room or in the main event match later tonight. He holds his hand back to stop Emilio from walking in.


Emilio Vialpando: Pa, I know! I got thi---

Emilio is seen walking in with a duffle bag, leather black jacket with a black hood attached with a LA Kings snapback and the HKW Championship draped over the bag. He looks down at his fathers hand that is stopping him from entering the room.


Emilio Vialpando: Pa? What's good bruh?

Luis ignores his son and keeps his eye on Gwen.

Luis Vialpando: Excuse me miss, can I help you?

She flips her hood up a tab bit as she made eye contact with the father figure of the HKW Champion and a sinister grin appeared on her features as she stood up and she made her way to the middle of the room and rested the case by her foot


Gwen Massey: Oh? I did not know that my business concerned you sir, I believe my business is with the man who holds the HKW Championship title, that belt warmer, your son.So if you don't mind.. let him in and allow us to be adults about this.. whether I make my move or not is depending on how fast you move out the way sir..

Gwen motioned for him to move to the side so that she could speak to the person she had came to speak with in the first place. Luis stands in her way and crosses his arms.


Luis Vialpando: Little girl...If you want to speak to my son you can. But you aren't going to be talking to him after just waiting for him for God knows how long with that briefcase in your hand. I don't give a single damn about what your "business" is. If it involves my son. My client. It involves me also. So again. I'm going to ask you this one more time...What can I help you with?

Emilio steps in the locker room staring at Gwen just as hard as his father was.


Emilio Vialpando: Nah Pa it's cool. Let the gringa talk. You got somethin' to say to me? You wanna cash in that case? Or you just wanna give me a little heads up? Que? What is it?

He drops his bag on the ground.

Emilio Vialpando: With all that I've had to dealt with since them R.I.P. mufuckas showed up...I ain't got the time or patience for some bull shit.

Gwen smiled as she looked over to the father figure before looking towards Emilio and she shrugged her shoulders


Gwen Massey: For future reference, when I say I want to speak to someone, I mean that.. that way I won't have to use threats that you all may see them as while they are promises to me. No, Emilio, I did not come here to give you a heads up, I could care less about that. As far as R.I.P is concerned, the feeling is neutral. I came to speak to the champion directly, to figure out why the hell I SHOULDN'T do as i have said, calling the match down the line and just use this bad boy now. Hell, I hate to say it, your father's reaction made me for once in a long time feel like I was a threat to someone and something.. everyone has their moments. I came to speak to the belt warmer himself. Personally, I don't like you, but I respect the fact that you hold that belt.. regardless if you have earned the title as 'Champion' has yet to be determined. One match won't solidify that either you know.

She pauses and she picks up the case and hands it to Emilio's father, Luis..


Gwen Massey: To show you I am about the words that are spewing from my lips, I'll let you hold on to this as proof that not everyone is here to be sneaky or similar to a snake, including myself. So Emilio, State your claim man, because I know I am not the only person who says that you don't really even need to worry about walking out as champion. I've been back and forth in my head about me using that contract on you and just bring HKW into a new age where the Champion leads and FORCES the other champions below him or her to step their games up instead of being lackadaisical as our champions have been.. you cannot deny it either. I've asked so many people what should I do, should I be that Game Changer and do it.. or should I just wait and continue to be used and abused, kept down because people who constantly run their mouths get put over a hard worker such as myself when it comes to fighting you! I don't think so, then it dawned on me.. Why not allow the champion to make his claim, why should I not use it on you in the match? Do you even have plans for HKW, to bring us and make us rivals to PDW where all types of stuff can and has happened as of late? No one has honestly asked you this, you've ran around stating you don't deserve to be champion, I agree, you haven't earned that title of champion but you have the gold that makes you one. So... not to be a bitch about it but, what makes you better than the rest of us?

She asks him as she pulled a chair from out the corner and sat in it as she offered back their couch which was across from her. Emilio picks up his duffle bag and walks pass Gwen while shaking his head.

Emilio Vialpando: Stupida puta....

He sits his bag down on a bench.

Emilio Vialpando: If you ain't pay the fuck attention after D6 when I got out the damn hospital and actually saw what the fuck happen I was pissed. I'm still fuckin pissed. I said I wasn't the fuckin' champion. I didn't win that fuckin' match.

He points down at the title.


Emilio Vialpando: This ain't mine. At least right now it ain't. I didn't win it Gwen. I didn't fuckin' win it so as far as I'm concerned this damn championship is vacant. But when I win it back tonight yet, it's gon' be mine and I can actually show just what kind of champion I can and will be for HKW. I ain't gotta sit here and preach to you about some shit. I ain't runnin' no fuckin campaign bruh. So what the fuck you comin' in here askin' me some question like that for? Cain wasn't shit as a champion. Mufuckas thought he was big shit but he just showed to be a flop. I was gon' show just how better of a champion I was gon' be after that night. But then them niggas....Them mufuckas had to come down and ruin that shit.

He shakes his head.


Emilio Vialpando: You wanna know what I'ma do after I win this match tonight? Fuck it..Win or lose? I'm goin' for them niggas in R.I.P. First...I'm takin' out Joey Perello. And I don't wanna hear no bandwagon ass shit comin' from anybody cause as soon as I said that shit Cain's bitch ass wanna hop up like he some bad ass mufucka sayin he gonna take em. Fuck that. Nigga can sit his ass down like he been doin' since he became champ. Not bein shit. If anybody gon' get his hands on Joey its gon be me cause I'm the only fuckin person that been keepin' an eye on this shit even before all of them came. Then niggas wanna act like they knew all along and wanna do somethin'? Nah bruh. Joey been here causin' shit and I'm the only nigga who was doin somethin' then and doin' somethin now. Then It's gon' be me and Lance and who ever else wanna step up from they squad.

He turns back to Gwen.


Emilio Vialpando: One thing is for sure...Niggas gon' get off they ass and stop actin' like a bunch of pussy ass mufuckas when it comes to R.I.P. The niggas takin' mufuckas our and attackin' people like they can with no consequences..And mufuckas wanna praise them? What the fuck they gon' do when they get they ass beat by them niggas? Praise em some more? Fuck outta here.

Gwen chuckles a bit before nodding her head as she places her index finger on her lip and she looked at Emilio and shook her head similar to how he was before


Gwen Massey: So, you will be a fighting HKW Champion then? No more, no less. You will step up to the plate and make people start fucking learning their places when people run around here bitching? You'll teach them where they stand once and for all huh?

Emilio Vialpando: Gwen. I fought my ass off in that tournament for the strap. I fought my ass off in that ladder match for the strap. I fought my ass off in that fuckin match against Cain. Ain't shit gonna change Gwen. Nada. I'm always gon' fight. I'ma Vialpando. I'm LAX. I'ma fighter Gwen. Even when everyone doubts me.

Gwen nods her head smiling seeing that she received the answer she was looking for as she returned her eye contact with Emilio

Gwen Massey: That'll do Emilio, that'll do.. though, if you ever call me a stupid bitch again I'll fucking drop your ass without a seconds hesitation, understand me? Don't answer that, you might end up getting dropped then and I won't hold my promise to your father about cashing in. Though..

She pauses


Gwen Massey: There was something you said about R.I.P which I agree with you on. I re-watched every show, I saw the tension building up with you and Joey Perello but there is something that YOU have to understand..This ain't your mother fucking fight anymore alone! I have been sick of them since day one, not only because of what they did to my cousin BUT.. because they go around this place as if they run it. Using fear as a immobilizer, keeping those stars who want to rise up down by attacking them. I assume you didn't watch Defiance 8 huh? Thus meaning you didn't see the how I took the fight to Winter's huh? Naw bruh, this is a party you may be late to. You can have Perello but as a future locker room leader, I plan on handling this problem with or without the roster. I don't need a bunch of people who will punk out at the last minute. I don't care if I get injured while doing it, I don't care if some see it as an impossible task. I can say this much with much confidence, I am not going to sit back and be second to you. I know I have my own little trash I need to take out, but best believe... I am going to handle that, then R.I.P and if by some miracle of God, I'll be back and I'll look you in the eyes and challenge you for the HKW Championship title, not because of this contract no.. I will walk up to you and show the world I have what it takes to be Champion. That contract doesn't define me.

She points to the door


Gwen Massey: Those people out there do not even define me, I am the only person who can make that assessment and I'll be damned if R.I.P keeps this up. Now, I am not saying that I want to work alongside you nor that if the time comes and you are stranded, I won't try some heroics or some shit. What I am saying though.. is you don't need to worry about me tonight, though, you will have to worry about me soon if you find someway to win. I'm a believer of giving people chances, You made you claim.. don't fuck up. Oh ...

She extends her hand out and tilts her head

Gwen Massey: To show you this isn't some bandwagon, let the best man and woman win when it comes to eradicating the faction known as R.I.P and lets make that claim true.

Emilio smirk and nods. He then holds out his hand.

Emilio Vialpando: Si..When the point comes, I hopin' for the best outta you. Wouldn't expect any different. But just know I ain't gon' take it easy on you thats for damn sure. And yeah I saw D8. I saw that shit with you and that bitch. I see he put a hurtin on you a lil but you go ya shots in too. Respect that. As long I know you got my back and I got yours if them niggas try some shit tonight.

She looks at him and contemplates his proposal and then she shook it

Gwen Massey: I usually only look out for self, trust me.. but when it comes to these bastard as a whole.. I'll make sure I do my duties as enforcer and enforce some pain if them bastards wanna jump. Plus, when I am in the ring, I am ALWAYS at my best.. even though Risky and Banks don't believe I am.

Gwen said with a chuckle and she reached over and grabbed her case from Luis and stood up looking at both of them

Gwen Massey: Shit, I'll be the first one to admit that I was a person who said you didn't have what it takes... if anything tonight, prove me wrong. Win, retain, whatever and show me that this isn't all for nothing and not a mistake.. give me that challenge that I am looking for..

He raises his eyebrow as she hears that she thought he didn't have what it takes to be champion.

Emilio Vialpando: And that nigga Cain did right?

He laughs as his father steps out of Gwen's way but keeping a close eye on her with his arms crossed.

Emilio Vialpando: I'll see you out there Gwen. Don't worry bout me. Just worry bout raisin my hand win I take these niggas down.

He laughs a little trying his best to lighten the mood a bit.She ignores it and turns her back to him and slowly makes her way out of his locker room


Gwen Massey: Trust me, whomever wins.. I'll raise their hands and then go from there..

She said as she exited the room


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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a Weapons match schedule for one fall!

All of a sudden, Westley Mcfadden comes falling through the curtain and rolling down the ramp. Once he stops rolling, we see him holding his head in pain. Next, Tanner Sands comes through the curtain, steel pipe in hand. A smirk is on his face as he tosses the pipe away before walking down the ramp. Once getting to Westley, he grabs him by the head and rolls him back into the ring before sliding in himself.

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DING! DING! DING!


Tanner looks like a lion hunting a zebra as he stares at the downed Westley McFadden before grabbing him by the neck and planting him with a DDT. Tanner then rolls over Westley and looks to be going for a pin before shaking his head and keeping that smirk on his face.

Tanner rolls right out of the ring and begins searching under the apron until he pulls out a kendo stick. Tanner slides back in and begins slamming the kendo stick into West;ey's chest, the audience booing him for this heinous attack. The ref tries to pull Tanner off, but Tanner gives him a look that sends the ref stepping off. After a few more shots before he finds that he has caused enough damage, Tanner tosses the kendo stick away.

Tanner slaps Westley across the face, then picks him up to both feet before lifting him up and dropping him right on his head with S.S. Sands! The audience continues to boo as Tanner hoosk both of his legs for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

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THREE!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match, TANNER SANDS!

Tanner fake cries as he raises his hands high up in the air, looking like he won a god damn Oscar or something. The audience just boos him as he thanks them, wiping away a fake tear.

Winner: Tanner Sands via pinfall (4:20)

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We cut to the back where we see Selena King standing in front of the monitors backstage with a guest to her side.

Selena King: Ladies and gentlemen... My guest at this time is the Vice President of the Reapers... Joey Perello.

The crowd is heard booing as the camera focuses out and Joey Perello enters the shot dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of Timberland steal toe boots. Perello grins over the reaction as Selena turns her shoulder and looks at the R.I.P member.

Selena King: Joey, tonight you go up against one of the men you seem to have a vendetta against, Tank.

Perello narrows a brow, shaking his head from left to right.

Joey Perello: A vendetta, Ms. King? I have no vendetta against anyone in this worthless dump of a company. I simply came here to do a job, and that's all that I am doing. A friend of a friend asked me to remove the garbage from this company piece by piece, and I've done exactly that.

Perello snarls, his cold blue eyes sending chills down Selena's spine.

Joey Perello: So many men and women have fallen attempting to stop me. To stop the Reapers... And they will continue to fall, Ms. King. Theodore thinks this is personal?

He shakes his head, grinning just a bit.

Joey Perello: It's not. He can antagonize, he can take all the shots he wants at my deceased wife, but it does nothing for him. It only shows how pathetic that sonofabitch truly is. Theodore wants to be taken seriously as a wrestler when it's impossible to even take him as a human being. That sonofabitch makes cave people look intelligent.

Selena chuckles as Perello continues to stare down at her until turning his head and looking directly at the camera.

Joey Perello: Though the things you say don't get to me as much as they used to, Theodore... They still piss me the hell off. I have a lot of pent up aggression within me, Theodore. And tonight? I'm taking it all out on you.

Perello looks over at Selena and shoots her a wink before leaving the camera view as the scene fades.

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The scene opens up in the locker room of Kayla Callahan-Maivia who was sitting there with her hands on the sides of her head, tapping her foot as the cheers and rumbles of the crowd echoed even to the catacombs where her locker room seemed to be located. Upon hearing these sounds of excitement and exclamation along with the sounds of disappointment and disapproval, it forced a small smirk to appeared on the young woman's features

Kayla Callahan: It’s almost time then huh?

Kayla relaxed her hands as she leans her head back against the wall and starts to chuckle a bit


Kayla Callahan: A time where eight persons will fight for the bragging rights of one of the Co-General Managers who have appointed us on their respected teams. A time where the eight of us will be fighting for an opportunity for one of the championships established here in Hard Knox Wrestling. A time where the kid gloves need to come off and everyone needs to act like this is and could be the last time they will be setting foot in the squared circle if you will.

Kayla slowly brought her head back down and she placed her hands together


Kayla Callahan: The time has come to where words are going to be more meaningless when people were spewing hashtags around with them. No, this is the moment certain persons such as myself have been waiting for. That moment when we get to go out and show that we about above the trash talking and all about the action that ALWAYS is the defining factor.

She pauses

Kayla Callahan: You see HKW, tonight is a special night and I don’t mean due to the fact that the HKW Championship, Tag Team titles nor the No Limits titles are being defended respectively. You all will be witnessing a match that will define the federation for a long time to come. You will also see myself give one of the best performances I’ve ever given in HKW.

Calling her hands twice she shook her head before smiling

Kayla Callahan: Lately, I’ve been called many things. Not a team player, selfish, whatever words or phrases you all can think of it’s probably been said about me due to how I am as a person. Interesting though, those who cast judgment are more messed up than I am. Nevertheless, getting back to my point. I am not a team player, I do not work well with others but when it comes down to a common goal, I am all game with the idea. I don’t have to be friends with anyone afterwards or anything like that. I am going to go out, play my part and be the best at it and once we win.. yes, we WILL win. I’ll respectively take my leave. No more and no less

It’s about time I stood up and made myself known. I don’t have to go around attacking people like a coward, I don’t have to constantly complain nor do I constantly have to flaunt the fact that I could be something if i honestly did something. After tonight, people will know the name Kayla Callahan-Maivia and i’ll make sure of that. A little message to my partners for this little match here. Let’s get the job done so we can go back to fighting one another.. sounds simple enough to me at least, how about you?

Kayla titled her head to the side slightly before standing up and disappearing out of the camera’s frame.


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As the last match fades out, we see #TeamBB member Colton Sterling, talking to a male backstage worker. The worker begins to reply to Colton before seeing someone over Colton’s shoulder. The man’s eyes widen and he backs up, heading off on the opposite direction. Colton, wearing his #TeamBB tee, turns around and sees none other than #TeamRisky member, Luke Wisia.

Luke was wearing a shirt that said “#BankShot” as he approaches Colton with a smirk on his face. He motions of the backstage worker to leave them alone, and turns his attention towards Colton.

Luke: Oh, lookie here. The most overrated piece of shit to ever walk through the doors of HKW. Seems like you’re doin’ a hell of a job gettin’ ready for the match. Talkin’ the janitors and shit. Thinkin’ ‘bout maybe lookin’ into a second job?

He laughs to himself under his breath, and gives Colton narrow eyes.

Luke: At least you getta step into the ring with somewhat of a decent team. Mine is garbage. Pure shit. Bums. Cunts. Whatever. You dun’ think I ain’t the guy who can carry a team on my back?

Luke sizes Colton up, poking him on shoulder as if he was trying to provoke him.

Luke: Who knows… All I do know is if you take another kick to the face… Damn, I ain’t know a mothafucka like you could get any uglier.

Colton stares at Luke for a second, arms folded. He doesn’t seem to express much emotion as Luke speaks, but once he’s done, a small smirk appears on his face.

Colton: Well, hello to you too.

Colton lets out a sigh.

Colton: Now, onto what you just said. I think I caught most of that. You taking a shot at my looks really doesn’t bother me. This isn’t a beauty pageant. This is wrestling. But, you obviously know that.

Colton now sizes one of his opponents for later tonight up.

Colton: As for calling me overrated...that’s been said before. And I’ll give you the same reply I’ve given every single person who has said that to my face. Don’t come complaining to me that I’m high on the card almost every single show because I don’t book myself. Your cousin and Risky do all the booking. If they really thought I was overrated, and trust me, they’d know, then my ass would have been fighting Ethan Matthews in a Lolita Street Fight or fighting a complete newcomer in the opener.

Luke goes to speak but Colton raises up a finger at him. Luke seems to take this the wrong way as he shoots Colton a glare, but Colton doesn’t really give a damn.

Colton: Not done just yet. Let my “overrated” ass get like 15 seconds of talking in. As for our match tonight, I don’t care if you come down to the ring with Lucia and her weirdo looking boyfriend, husband, or whatever the hell he is. Just know that your cousin’s squad is walking out with the victory, whether you do carry your team or not.

Luke gives a childish laugh into his shirt sleeve and smacks the finger out of his face that Colton put there.

Luke: If you ever put your finger in my face again, I’ll fuckin’ break it. And God dayum, do you know how hard it was to understand what you were sayin’ with a mug that only a fuckin’ rock could love. Life ain’t all about wrestlin’, you twat. If you ain’t happy with life, you’re a pathetic bitch.

He then takes a few steps closer to Colton and whispers in his ear.

Luke: I don’t give a flying shit ‘bout who Lucia is or what whorehouse she came from. Frankly, I don’t even give a fuck if I win or lose tonight. I just want you to know, stay the fuck out my way if you know what’s good for ya. Take that to heart, bitch. I’ve already let it be known I don’t like you. Get the fuck in my way and I’ll destroy ya ass.

He steps back from Colton and bites his bottom lip. Luke ran a hand through his hair, letting it be known that he was intimidated.

Luke: Brandon didn’t even know I was on the roster when the draft happened. Sooner or later, the locker room will be heard. Everyone knows you’re shit. You’ll be nothin’ but shit, and you’ll live in that shit infest room your whole life. Now fuck off, Colton. You don’t deserve everythin’ that has been handed to you on a silver platter. That shit is done.

Colton begins to chuckle as he stares at Luke. The chuckling then turns into more of a loud laughter as Colton just points at Luke. When the laughter subdues, Colton pips up.

Colton: Man, that was great. I really like it when people make their vague threats and try to sound really spooky. Nice touch with the whispering in the ear, though I think you spit in it.

Colton wipes his ear off before looking back at Luke.

Colton: I do believe that you have been watching the wrong show. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING has been handed to me on a silver platter. Have I been given opportunities? About as much as two of your teammates. Have I not been able to bank on some of those opportunities? Sure, I’ll give you that. I mean, I should have seen that steel pipe shot from behind coming....

Colton does a “gosh darn it” kind of finger snap.

Colton: I should have sensed that I was gonna be thrown off of the ladder by someone who said the same stupid shit that you are saying. I should have been able to fight off two men while my partner chased off three others. I mean, I really am overrated, right?

Colton can’t help but grin as he says this next thing.

Colton: Or maybe I’m rated just fine in this company. Maybe a little part of you is pissed off and wondering if your cousin just did not want to pick you. You can come talk shit to me right here and right now about how I am overrated but there is one thing you have that I didn’t have entering in here. Hype. I came in, pinned Mentez and I’ve lost some matches, more under certain circumstances. People tell me I’m overrated, I give them one of two options. The ring or the GM’s office. I really don’t care. But, you are calling me overrated for a different reason.

The grin remains on Colton’s face as he says this next thing.

Colton: The hype’s getting to you, isn’t it? You’re just scared, Luke. That’s all it is. You’ve been hyped up as something great because of that lineage you share and it scares you when you wonder what the hell might happen if you are the first person dropped on your ass out there. You call me overrated because it gives you solace that you might not be as overrated as you claim that I am. You’re scared of failing, Luke. You haven’t wrestled a damn match and you start talking trash? I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

Colton takes a step or two towards Luke.

Colton: God knows you wouldn’t want to be known as the untalented one of the family. As the overrated black sheep. That right there is why you are here shit talking me.

Luke stares at Colton the entire time, not really sure how to take his words. There was discomfort on his face as he gave a snark in return.

Luke: Scared? First off, I ain’t scared of shit. Second, fuck you, Colton.

He takes a few steps back, fists still curled in a ball, and a face with disgust.

Luke: You actin’ like I have a family name to live up to? Damn right… You’ll see tonight. I ain’t gotta put up with your shit right now.

Luke turns the corner, and in a way, accepting defeat in the debate with Colton. His words seemed to have stung in a truthful manner as Luke disappeared down the hallways towards the locker room.

Colton: Yeah, that’s what I thought...

Colton heads the other way as the scene fades out.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Falls Count Anywhere match!

The fans roar as Sadee announces the match, anticipating the arrival of the competitors.

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 is seen making his way through the audience with Onyx not far behind, with a hand on his shoulder as his cold blue eyes are locked on the ring, not paying attention to a soul around him.

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


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... Accompanied to the ring by Onyx and representing the Reapers... JOOOEEEEYYYY PERREEEELLLLOOOO!!

Perello hops over the barricade and glances at the ring, just staring a hole through ring announcer Sadee Sanderson McLean as he extends a hand to Onyx, helping her over the barricade before he slides into the ring and gets to his feet.

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


He walks to the center of the ring and raises one of his arms in the air with his fist clenched and waits for the match to begin as Onyx makes her self at home on the outside.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his opponent...

#TankSmirk

"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.

Destruction - in its purest form
No limit to the vicious damage done
Corruption - injustice with no remorse
Heinous disregard, our future's uncertain


Tank methodically walks down the entrance ramp, taking three bites out of his foot-long before it's gone. He then takes a drink from the bottle of water before pounding it down, and then yelps out a battle cry.

#TANKSMASH!

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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: On his way to the ring, standing at 5'11” and weighing in at 300lbs... TANK.

Final prayer
Final Prayer for the human race, we know our time is running out
Millions of people will suffer and die; by the hands of those in power
Final prayer


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

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Perello holds the bottom rope down for Onyx to exit the ring, his eyes never leaving Tank. Tank has the infamous #TankGrin on his face as he and Perello begin to exchange a few choice words. Realizing things were about to explode, referee Robinson quickly backs away and calls for the bell.

DINGADINGDING
The match kicks off with Perello bolting out of his corner and spearing Tank into the corner. Perello starts throwing jabs at Tank's abdomen before hitting him with a big right hook to the chin. Perello grabs a hold of Tank's arm and attempts to Irish whip into the opposite corner, but Tank turns it around and sends Perello hard into the corner instead. Tank picks up some speed and charges in with a body avalanche, squashing Perello like a bug in the corner. Tank grabs a hold of Perello's hair, but the RIP member breaks out of it and begins throwing haymakers connecting with Tank's jaw. He punches Tank into the ropes and proceeds to clothesline him over the rope, sending both combatants to the outside!

Both men scramble to their feet, with Perello charging in towards Tank, and driving him spine first into the steel post. Perello grabs Tanks head then smashes it not once, but twice against the post until the big man falls down to the thin mat below. Perello looks under the ring and pulls out a steel pipe, eying it down before looking at a still downed Tank. Perello takes a few steps back and patiently waits for Tank to get to his feet. Once Tank's up, Perello rears back and DING! He blasts Tank in the head with the pipe. Tank drops right down as Perello swoops in and makes the first pin attempt of the match...


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Thr-No! Tank lifts his shoulder up. Perello grins as he mounts over Tank and wales on him with rights and lefts. He lifts Tank to his feet and looks as if he's going to toss him into the ring post, but Tank turns the momentum, and tosses Perello over the protective barricade, into the laps of some people at ringside! Tank climbs over the barricade and goes right after Perello, lifting him from audience members laps and then scoop slams him onto the concrete! Perello favors his back as Tank licks his lips and grabs a handful of Perello's hair. He drags him up the aisle, bashing him face first into the walls of Hard Knox training facility.

Finally, the two combantants find themselves in the back as Perello's manager Onyx follows. Tank notices Onyx behind him and lets go of Perello, glaring Onyx down. He continues his intimidation tactics until Perello notices, and blasts Tank in the back of the head with his trademark Trigger Happy! Perello makes the cover.


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Thr-No! Tank kicks out again as Perello can't believe his eyes. Perello takes the time to get away from Tank, waving for Onyx to follow him to the back. Onyx and Perello make it the backstage, but Tank's hot on their tale, charging in and blasting Perello with a clothesline to the back of the head. Tank glances at the glass entrance door, then back down at Perello with a grin on his face. He lifts Perello up and goes to launch him through the glass entrance door, but Onyx manages to open them up, preventing Perello from going through the glass! Tank looks outraged as he gets in Onyx's face and starts screaming obscenities at her. Onyx looks like she's had enough of Tank's disrespect, and slaps him right across the face! Tank's furious as he looks like he's about to attack Onyx, but Perello comes from behind Tank and kicks him swiftly in between the legs!

Perello, still hurting from Tanks attack, takes a moment to gather himself, pleading with Onyx to go back inside but she refuses. Perello focuses back on Tank and grabs a hold of his head. He looks like he's about to DDT him onto the concrete, but Tank manages to swoop Perello over his shoulder and powerslams him onto the concrete floor! Tank makes the cover...


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Thr-No! Perello kicks out just in time. Tanks grabs a hold of Perello's hair and lifts him to his feet, but Perello outs on instinct and connects with his patent Case Crusher! But the impact hurts Perello's back as well as he gingerly crawls over to Tank to make the cover.


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Thrrr-No! Tank kicks out as Perello shuts his eyes and rolls off of Tank. Onyx is shown encouraging Perello to get up, but he's having troubles from the aftereffects of that huge Powerslam onto the concrete floor. Once Perello gets his feet, he motions Onyx over and grabs her by the hand as the two start walking away from Tank, into the parking lot of the training facility. Once Tank gets to his feet, he chases after Perello and Onyx, grabbing a hold of Perello's hair and tossing him onto a parked cars windshield, smashing the glass! Tank rips Perello off the car, and throws him over the shoulder looking for the "TankSmash" but Onyx pulls down on Joey's legs, pulling him away from Tank!

Tank turns his attention to Onyx, a disgusted glare in his eyes. He lifts a brick from the floor and raises it in the air as Onyx continues to back pedal into the street. Tank continues to stalk Onyx until she's in the street, but Perello is finally back to his feet as he charges in, blow passing by Tank and pushing Onyx out of the way....


WHACK!!!!

Perello gets blasted by the oncoming car, rolling across the windshield and over the back! Onyx and the referee looks stunned, but Tank on the other hand is grinning. Once Perello's body hits the street, Tank runs right over and pins him.. The referee is reluctant, telling Tank that Perello needs emergency car, but Tank doesn't give a damn as he threatens the referee to make the count. Reluctantly, he finally does.


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Three!

It was academic.


Winner: Tank (16:12)

Onyx rushes over to Perello’s side once Tank moves away from him and kneels down beside him to make sure he is alright along with the referee. As she runs her hand through his hair, tears running down her cheek. Tank looks at the two pointing and laughing as he begins to backtrack into the building. “Your pain is only temporary Joey. But Tank’s victory won’t be.” Onyx ignores Tank as she continues to tend to Joey, not leaving his side, as the referee looks out for the paramedics who are quick to the scene.

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The scene cuts over to the locker room area where #RicHomiez Scandalous Tony Carmine and Bank$quiat are seen preparing for their title match....with bong rips in the bathroom with the shower water running.

Bank$quiat: Ayo why don't we do this shit more often?

Scandalous Tony: Because if we're always seen going to the bathroom together, we'll look like faggots. Duh.

Bank$quiat: Maybe that ain't the only reason you'd look like a faggot...jussayin my nigga. Your eyebrows all done and shit. I feel like you a tranny sometimes.

Tony lifts the bong slide to clear the hit as the comment causes him to cough and laugh the smoke out.

Scandalous Tony: It's like this. I'm a piece of art. Art needs to be maintained if you wanna contain, feel me? I got a better example.

He passes the bong to $quiat who takes a lighter and begins to pull.

Scandalous Tony: One of my bitches used to say, "Tony if your balls were on the wall, would they be walnuts?" I said, "yeah baby." Then she said "well Tony, when your balls are on my chest, are those chestnuts?" I said "yes baby." Then she said "so, Tony when your balls are on my chin, would I call them chinnuts?" I said "Hell nah bitch, you'd have a dick in ya mouth."

Sunshine starts to laugh as $quiat waits till he's finished blowing out the smoke before laughing.

Bank$quiat: Hahah I feel you nigga...Now what's the point of that?

Scandalous Tony: Shit ain't always what it appears to be. You gotta just look at the task at hand. I like to look good. I like to fuck bitches...well my girl. I like to kick people in the fucking skull and occasionally I get trigger happy. We just gotta know what we doin this shit for.

Bank$quiat: We doin it for Kool ain't we?

Scandalous Tony: We not just just doin it for Kool. He wants us to do it for us. That's what we doin. We had 2 Broke Girls tonight but we only got one and whoever she decided to replace the bitch.

Bank$quiat: Mhmm...lil bitch.

Tony takes the bong as Bank$quiat passes it. Suddenly, Randy The Pilot walks into the bathroom in full fledged referee attire.

Randy The Pilot: I got my stripes back Tony the tiger.

Bank$quiat: Look at this nigga. Where the brew at my gees?

Randy The Pilot: I ate em all.

Bank$ looks confused as he looks away.

Scandalous Tony: The greatest referee of all time. You all set for tonight?

Randy nods.

Randy The Pilot: I'm set, are you two set?

Scandalous Tony: Set like ya jet. Let's get these pussies wet. #RicHomieZhit

Referee Randy farts as Bank$ gets up.

Bank$quiat: Goddamn that shit was death. RIP to Fazio.

The scene fades to black as Tony passed Randy the bong.

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A highlight of Lyle Risky stepping out onto a PDW Disclosure stage with a megaphone in hand looking out to the crowd with a smile on his face.

Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too


Risky lifts up the megaphone and begins to introduce his client as Brandon is then saw stepping out onto the stage at Risky's side.

Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do


The both look at one another and nod as they are seen walking down the ramp with one another as Risky calls out to the crowd. The scene fades into Lyle fanning Brandon with a white towel in a corner trying to hype him up.

Them hating bitches wasn't hatin
When I told you " bring 'em through "
Now they sneakin they email me
Calling, texting , pinging too


Brandon thanks Lyle for his help and gets up and back into the match. The scene fades into Risky talking to an interviewer as Brandon is standing in the background letting his manager be his mouthpiece. It soon then fades into Risky awarding Brandon with the Platinum Medal.

But I always figured you
Stick around when I got hot
Cuz you was there when I was cool


The scene fades into Risky in the ring with Star Deveraux as she names him the Assistant General Manager of Ascension. He climbs onto the turnbuckles slapping his chest and pointing out at the crowd. It then fades into Brandon watching the unveiling of his manager being named AGM.

Lyle Risky: This where it happen huh B?

The camera begins to zoom out showing Risky sitting there at his desk watching the highlights on his computer.

And I was young ,dumb,full of cum
Greedy bitches pullin' some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from
She thinks she working me
She must think I'm stupid


Lyle Risky: Shit ain't right bruh...You accuse me for leavin' you? When you knew damn well I ain't wanna leave. I begged Star when she first came at me with the idea of bein' name AGM of Ascension if I could still manage you, Shark and Tank. I fought my hardest but it wasn't happenin'. So i had to think it over...I even talked to you to see what I should do. And what you say to me bruh? What you say huh? You told me it was an opportunity I couldn't and shouldn't pass up. So I went and did that....Then you gon' flip on me like that bruh? Fa real?

Ain't no jerkin' me
We dun kidnapped cupid


Lyle Risky: I stuck my neck out for you day in and day out B. I did some shit that no other friend or manager would do...But I done that for you. And you wanna switch up? Nah bruh I ain't with that fake shit.

Risky turns his head towards the camera.

Fuck you gon take advantage of blue
I wrote the blueprint


Lyle Risky: You over here takin' my fuckin friendship for granted B. You think you can go round here talkin' all this shit and there wasn't gon' be no fall out? There wasn't gon' be no problems after that? Fuck outta here.

Hanging out with my surrey
Beat that pussy up and roof it
No look pass , alley-oop it

Lyle Risky: This ain't that bruh. Nah, this ain't fuckin' that B! Shit done pissed me the fuck off! I'm tired of this bull shit. I go from bein' that dude that had yo back 24/7! Then you gonna turn yo back on me like that? But I get it....Nah I get it.

They don't like me
They like that its bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it's hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain't no time to use it
And that there ain't exclusive


Lyle Risky: You the fakest mufucka out here. You ain't lookin' out for nobody but yo damn self. You act like you give a fuck about other people but the truth is...You don't. No wonder none of your marriages worked out. Cause you just a selfish son of a bitch. Mufuckas can lay down they lives for you and it wouldn't mean shit to you. You'd just walk over em like it was nothin'. I get it bruh.

There you go again, acting like you got me
Got mad enough to flip
Cut you off ,nobody gonna play me like a loser
I'mma play them bitches first
You dun lost me , acting like a fool just makes it worse


Lyle Risky: And you expect me to apologize? Apologize the fuck for? The fuck I gotta apologize for? The fuck mufuckas tellin' me to reach out to you for? The fuck I gotta do all that shit for huh? As far as I'm concerned. I ain't gotta do a damn thing when it comes to Brandon fuckin' Banks. If anybody gon' be apologizin' it's that mufucka!

Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work
It will cost me, always knew it all
That's my curse, what you faking for


Lyle Risky: So come tonight...Team Risko gon' get the dub. Every member gon' get they golden envelopes. They gon' get they cash. And me. I'ma get what I deserve. A fuckin' apology for all the bull shit. For you ruinin this friendship. Ruinin' everythin. Gon head...Talk yo shit. And you mufuckas out there...Go ahead and defend em. Cause I got somethin' for you and him...

Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more


Risky holds up his middle finger as he turns back towards the laptop. The music continues to play as the scene fades away.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: The upcoming match is...THE BATTLE OF THE GM’S!

The fans begin to cheer and chanting both GM’s names. “Blow Up” by. J. Cole hits the PA System. Fans begin to cheer and chant Brandon Banks’ name as they wait for him and his team to come out. As the song reaches its thirty second mark the GM comes out wearing his #TeamBanks t-shirt standing there on the stage with determined expression as he looks out to the crowd. He nods and begins to walk down the ramp as his team follows behind hype pointing out to the crowd. The fans scream to the top of their lungs as they see the the members for #TeamBanks.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: ON THE WAY TO THE RING! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 615 LBS ACCOMPANIED BY BRANDON BANKS…..KAI, ANNIE ZELLOR, KAYLA CALLAHAN-MAIVIA AND COLTON STERLING….TEAAAAAMMMMM BAAANNNKKKSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

The team reaches the ring and all four climb to the top of each turnbuckle pointing out to the fans and pointing to their team name on their shirts. Brandon Banks stands there in the ring with is arms crossed looking around pleased with his team.

As the fans settle down a little Blow Up fades away but “Guap” by. Big Sean quickly hits the PA System with Lyle Risky coming out from behind the curtains dancing a little with #TeamRisko shirt in hand tossing them to the crowd. As he throws away all the shirt he reaches into his back pocket and takes out a microphone holding his hand up towards Sadee.


Lyle Risky: Hold up Sadee, I got this shit.

He smirks and looks back at the black curtain as each member of his team steps out staring down at the ring with #TeamBanks. Luke in particular pointing at Kayla.

Lyle Risky: HERE WE GOT BONIFIED KILLAS FROM RISKOLAND! WEIGHIN AT LEGENDARY, STANDIN’ AT GLORY….ACCOMPANIED BY RISKODAMOUS HIMSELF…….GIA VAN ZANT, LUKE WISIA, MILO BOYD AND KASEY FONTAINE….TTEAAAAMMMMMM RRIISSSSSKKKOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The fans cheer chanting Risky’s name as he smiles out at them and begins to make his way down the ramp slapping fans hands and doing the usual signing autographs and taking pictures with attractive female fans. The rest of the team follows behind until reaching the ring. The song fades away as the teams get to their separate corners with both Risky and BB at ringside.

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The ref calls for the bell as Kasey and Kayla volunteer as first to go. They exchange blows until Kayla boots Kasey in the gut, and then proceeds to spike her down with a DDT. She mounts overtop of Kasey and pounds away, getting back to her feet and taunting her own teammates. Banks is shown applauding Kayla as Kasey pops up to her feet and blasts Kayla with a big boot to the face. Kasey makes the quick tag to Gia who perches up to the top turnbuckle and hits a crossbody!

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Thr---No! Kayla kicks out emphatically. Gia stomps down onto Kayla’s face before tagging back in Kasey. Kasey patiently waits for Kayla to turn around, and when she does, Kasey goes for “The Infection” but Kayla ducks out of the way and blasts Kasey with her patent Passionate End! Kayla hooks the leg and makes the cover.

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Three!


Sadee Sanderson McLean: Kasey Fontaine has been eliminated!

Kayla grins as she looks over at her team, not realizing that Milo Boyd had already entered the ring, blasting Kayla with a swift kick to the face.

Kayla stumbles back holding her face as Milo grabs ahold of her and pulls her in for a standing sleeper hold. She waves her arms around. She grabs the top rope as the ref tries to get Milo off. He refuses as the ref begins to count down. He backs off as he gets to ten but sends Kayla back down with a elbow to the back of the head. He pounces on top of her flipping her over throwing punches. He then gets up and drops an elbow. He goes for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Kayla tries getting up to her feet as Milo attempts a Spike DDT, Kayla pushes him off and gets back up to her feet all the way. She quickly hits a flying knee and punches Milo. He stumbles back a little as begins to hit kick combinations until he reaches her corner. She tries to go for a tag but her teammates turn around shaking their heads. Noticing this, Milo takes advantage and hits The Crimson from out of no where! He dives in for the pin.

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THREE!

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Kayla Callahan has been eliminated!

Upon elimination, Kayla rolls out of the ring. Milo, proud of what he’s done taunts the crowd and holds a peace sign out at Lyle Risky. He signals out to the rest of Team BB to come on, readying himself for the next challenge. Colton Sterling steps up to the apron slowly, making sure Milo doesn’t try to get the weighted advantage of a sneak attack. Randy the Referee makes Milo take a step back towards his own corner. Sterling walks into the ring and starts to pump himself up for competition. Milo shouts at him “lets see what you got bitch boy!” Outside the apron, Luke Wisia extends his arm out towards Milo for a tag.

Boyd turns his attention away from Colton just flip Luke off followed by an “I got this.” Sterling takes advantage by tackling Milo to the ground with a single leg takedown. Luke shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Colton begins to go to work on his opponent. Delivering a series of blows to a grounded Boyd, Sterling takes a more aggressive approach, lifting Milo’s head and applying a headlock. Milo struggles his way to his feet, pushing Colton off of him and into the ropes. Boyd shakes himself off and reaches his arm out to catch his opponent with a clothesline. Showing off his agility, Colton Sterling ducks underneath Milo Boyd and dashes off of the opposite ropes. He takes Milo down with a clothesline of his own before dropping down to the mat for the cover.

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Milo kicks out and rolls up to a kneeling position. Once again, Luke is seen holding his arm out for a tag. Boyd spits out in Luke’s direction before Colton lifts him up by his waist and drives him into the turnbuckle with his shoulder. Sterling raises up before hitting another shoulder thrust and backing away to the opposite corner. He raises his arms trying to get to crowd on his side before charging towards Milo who ducks out of the way. He catches Colton off guard with a drop toe hold but doesn’t notice Luke entering himself into the ring after having seen enough. Randy the Referee is seen telling Annie Zellor to stop making “rawr” noises as she gives him a patented grrface. Meanwhile Milo gets up to his feet, as Luke runs his hands through his hair behind him with frustration.

Colton Sterling uses the rope to get to his feet just Luke turns on his partner and hits Milo Boyd with a Bank Shot, connecting almost perfectly on the chin but not quite. Boyd drops to the mat as Colton looks on with confusion. Luke Wisia proceeds to roll out of the ring and head up the ramp as both BB and Risky are seen facepalming. Colton takes advantage and covers Milo.

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THREE!!!



Sadee Sanderson McLean: Both Milo Boyd AND Luke Wisia have been eliminated!

It’s down to Annie Zellor, Kai and Colton Sterling on #TeamBB, and Gia Vant Zant as the sole survivor for #TeamRisko. Gia blasts into the ring and takes Colton down with a flying headscissors before mounting over top of him and blasting away at his face. She bounces off the ropes and hits a Senton splash. She makes the quick cover.

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Two.

Th--- No! Colton kicks out just as the referees hand was coming down for three. She lifts him to a vertical base, but Colton blasts her with an unexpected enzuguri! Colton starts clapping his hands, getting the crowd riled up as he teases going for the Shining Wizard. He charges in toward Gia, but Gia side steps out of the way and rolls Colton up..


One.


Two.


Three!

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Colton Sterling has been eliminated!

Sterling can’t believe it as he shakes his head with a grin on his features. He points at Annie and Kai telling them its up to them as Banks and Risky encourage their remaining team members. Annie enters the ring as Banks starts slamming down on the mat, getting the crowd behind Zellor. Annie and Gia tie up in a collar and elbow tie up with Gia overpowering the smaller Zellor. She locks her in a headlock but Zellor pushes Gia away and hits her with a dropkick to the knee. Annie then bounces off the ropes and connects with two feet to the face, quickly pinning Van Zant.

One


Two.

Th---No! Gia kicks out as Risky lets out a sigh of relief. Banks is shown cheering on Zellor as she lifts Gia up to her feet, only to be taken out by swift sidekick to the head by Van Zant. Gia whips her hair back stalking Zellor until she finds the right spot to take her attack. She dives in to Zellor punching her a little loosing her up while setting up for the arm triangle choke. She tries her best to lock in the submission but Annie still has a lot of fight in her as she begins to pull away. Unfortunately with all the tugging away by Annie, Gia gets in better position and locks in the choke! Annie gets up to her feet still being choked out by Van Zant. The fans cheer as both Banks and Risky cheer on their respected “players”. Annie some how finds the strength to pick up Van Zant and slam her back down on the mat which causes her to release the hold! Annie takes a deep breath and she waits for Van Zant to get up to her feet. Gia stands up and is met with a Lui Kang Kick making her fall into the middle rope groggy as ever. Annie taunts and sprints for the ropes successfully hitting the Rough ‘n’ Tumble! She goes for the pin with Risky pounding on the mat frustrated and BB cheering Annie on.

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Two









THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!


Winners: #TeamBB (Kai and Annie Zellor) 31:21

“Blow Up” by J Cole hits the PA as Banks slides into the ring and raises Annie’s arm in the air. He waves for Kai to enter the ring, but instead, Kai decides to turn around and head to the back rather than celebrate. Banks waves it off as he hoists Annie over his shoulder and chants “Annie” along with the crowd. Risky is shown with his hands covering his face, running toward the time keeper and ripping him out of his seat. He grabs the chair and enters the ring as Banks lowers Annie down to the mat and begins rolling up his sleeves. Risky pulls back on the chair, staring a hole through Banks as Banks just stares at him with his arms out. Finally, Risky drops the chair and walks toward Banks, embracing him with a hug as Annie “Aweeees” and joins in for a group a hug. Both Banks and Risky then raise Annie’s arms up in the air as the scene fades.

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As the scene fades in "10 Toes" by. Nipsey Hussle as Emilio is seen sitting on a stack of crates with the HKW Championship in his lap and a LAX shirt with the sleeves cut off along with a LA Dodgers snapback. He looks down at the championship and sighs.

10 toes in these chuck t's
When it come down to it
Still getting more money, more bitches
More love than a nigga screaming fuck me


Emilio Vialpando: At D6 shit changed up here in Hard Knox. For the better? Nah not really...For worst? Yeah. Most def the the worst. R.I.P. came up in here actin' like they run this shit. Like there ain't a damn thing that can stop them. And I see niggas praisin' them on Twitter and durin shows and shit. Kissin' they ass and shit. For what? The fuck you suckin' up to a gang of niggas who don't give a fuck bout you for huh? Got bum ass niggas crackin' some bum ass jokes bout me gettin' this belt thanks to them and they little vote after takin me, Cain and Jason out. Like yeah no shit I ain't won this shit for real, I said that shit the mornin' I woke up you stupid ass niggas. Wonder what niggas gon' do when R.I.P. beats they ass? They gonna keep kissin' they ass and praisin' them niggas afterwards? Shit I hope not...

It's so beautiful, it's disgusting
When you figure it out, niggas wasn't all in
So them niggas is out
Shit hit the fan see what niggas about


Emilio looks up to the camera.

Emilio Vialpando I see how niggas look at me when they see me with this belt. I see how the fans feel when it comes to rankin' me among the other champions. In some ways I can't help agree with all of y'all. But shit I'm even harder on myself because the truth is...I ain't the champion in my eyes. At least not yet...I think most of y'all just judgin' me cause I'm Hispanic. Or maybe y'all just have a problem with who I am. Or y'all just feel like I ain't worth bein' champion cause of the way I won it. Which that last one I can def agree on cause I don't feel like I actually won it that night either.

I heard misery loves company
It's no lie, you get lonely at the top
It's a chance you can drop, so, they don't try
And I won't judge you, I know why
So don't shoot me down when I fly


Emilio Vialpando: But tonight bruh? I'ma give it my all to win this belt. I'ma give it my all so you niggas can't no longer doubt me. I'ma give my all so you niggas can stop lookin' at me as if I ain't a better champ than Ava or Descent. I'ma show y'all what type of champ I can be...It's sad to know y'all really don't wanna give a nigga a chance before he even takes flight. But really...What else is there to expect from people like y'all?

On the road to the riches
It's a whole grip of niggas that will wreck they cars it won't rise, fuck it
Call some hoes up and roll this weed up
And turn the lights down and pour this drink up


Emilio Vialpando: It's all good though, I'ma get mines while y'all just continue to doubt me. Mi familia knows bout that all too well and what they do? Raised to the top. I look up in this match and I see a nigga I came this close to beatin' in the ladder match for the strap when they was lookin' for they first champion. Then when it came to me and him actually facin' each other this nigga proved that he was a shitty champion that couldn't do shit. Wasn't shit. Was just a waste of niggas time. Cain you ain't nothin' but a bitch. I was bout to win that damn match at D6 till them ho ass mufuckas came out and ruined it. But I guess R.I.P. got somethin' right when they elected for me to win. Would of sucked for our fans to be bored to death and never hear from they champion. Especially at at time like this when the locker room needs a actual leader to lead them in this fight against R.I.P...Cause truthfully you wouldn't of been shit in a fight against them if you just wanna open yo mouth when I do when it comes to a certain nigga. Fuck outta here...That's why comin' into this match I ain't lookin' at you as a threat. You ain't shit compared to me and Mentez bruh. You ain't even a factor in this shit. Gwen more of a factor in the match and she just reffin...

My last shit sold out I'm bout to re'up
Tat on my neck, face, chest and sleeve
Where the cars are world I like foreign features
I get 10 for shows and 10 for features
I've been in the hood and on them beaches
I've been in the game and on them bleachers
Now I see my lane and the shit I speak on


Emilio Vialpando: Jason...It's just gonna be me and you in that cage tonight. Both of us know it. We both know it's only gon' be us actually fightin' for this belt. But I honestly don't give a damn what you got to say bout me or how much you want this belt. I'ma just tell you that I want this belt more than you. I want this belt more than that bitch Cain, even if he ain't gon' say shit. Mi y tu? We gonna give these fans what they deserve. A fight for this shit. And give them a real champion. Either one of us win? We gonna know the championship in good hands.

Where I'm standing, motivate my people
In the ocean, blue range with nico
If I'm drinking champagne, it's probably clicquot
Bossing over, we should probably eat bro
Got a couple of zones but we gon probably need more
We gon probably need more


Emilio Vialpando: And R.I.P...Comin' for y'all asses after this. Fuck each and every one of y'all. You can't intimidate these people in the locker room no more. You don't run this shit. And Joey...Fuck you. And fuck yo bitch too.

Emilio hops off the crates and places the belt of his shoulder.

But first, let's eat bro
Order me a steak and rice another early morning, another late night
Doing 7 days a week, can you ever get to sleep?
That's 25/8 life oh, get money


Emilio Vialpando: I'm walkin into this match a challenger...Walkin' out the champion. LAX.

Take flights, go for full throttle, no brake lights
Make all the bad bitches wanna play nice
And all the broke nigga wanna hate life
Yo bad


He smirks and turns to walk down the hallways as the scene fades away.

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

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a No Limits match and it is for the NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from San Diego, California; weighing in at 170 pounds, XAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

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 his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the No Limits champion, AVA ADORE!

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DING! DING! DING!


Ava and Xavier slowly circle the ring. Xavier, who seems to be trembling, goes to lock up with Ava as he moves closer, but she just drives a knee into his gut. As the audience boos Ava, she headbutts the back of Xavier's head, causing Xavier to fall and hit the ground with a thud. Ava then grabs him once more and using all of her strength, connects with an overhead release german suplex before going for the pin on the laid out XAD.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!


Ava just shakes her head before getting to her feet. Looking down at Daniels, Adore then begins to exit the ring before walking over to the announce table and telling one of the ring workers to get off of the chair he is sitting on. She then folds up the chair and heads back to the ring, sliding the chair before following it. She gets to her feet and grabs the chair, but once she turns to Xavier, he hits a big boot on the chair that sends it slamming into Ava's face. The audience cheers as Xavier looks stunned at the downed Adore.

Xavier continues to tremble in fear as he looks down at Ava before looking up at the audience and seemingly gaining some confidence from the cheers. He lands a leg drop on Ava, gets to his feet, and lands an elbow on her. Adore lets out a cough as she gets on all fours, but Daniels has other ideas as his newfound confidence has him grabbing the steel chair that was already brought in. He goes to swing at Ava, but she catches him with a shot to the gut.

XAD drops the chair and holds his chest in pain as he falls to a knee. Ava quickly grabs him and uses her strength once more to lift the light Xavier and hit him with a northern lights suplex! The audience boos as Adore grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring before removing the cover of the top turnbuckle. Ava looks to go after XAD, but thinks twice about it when she just exits the ring and begins looking underneath the ring before pulling out a pair of brass knuckles.

Ava slides back into the ring and looks to connect with a shot to the XAD, who is on a knee, but he grabs her and pulls her in for a rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Ava and Xavier both get to their feet at the same time, but Ava makes the first move, The champion attempts another swing with those brass knuckles...but the challenger ducks...and the champion drills the ref in the face with the brass knuckles! The ref is laid out and the audience just can't believe it as some let out boos while others just look at the laid out ref.

But when Ava turns around, she is met with a kick to the midsection, causing her to fall to her knees. Xavier seems to be in a zone as he takes a step back...then drills her with the Star Kick! The audience explodes out in cheers as Xavier rolls her over and attempts a pin....1, 2, 3! The match should be over...

...but the ref is still knocked out! Daniels notices that after a few more seconds and he crawls over to the ref, where he tries to wake him up. XAD succeeds in doing so, helping the ref to both feet like a good guy, but when he turns around, Ava clocks him with the brass knuckles! Ava then grabs Xavier and locks in Adore-ation! XAD tries to hold in, but has no choice but to tap out as the ref groggily calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match, AND STILL THE HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION, AVA ADOOOOOOOOORE!

Ava gets to her feet and the ref hands her belt back to her before raising her hand. But instead of her music playing, "Polo Club" by Greenskeepers begins blaring throughout the arena as the audience cheers. Annie Zellor quickly skips down to the ring and slides in before sharing a staredown. Annie then pulls out her golden envelope that she and her teammates each got for their victories earlier on from behind her back. She flashes Ava a smile before opening up the envelope, pulling out the paper, and showing it to Ava before showing it to the camera.

She's the next number one contender to the No Limits title...and the audience absolutely loves it as they begin cheering and chanting her name while the scene fades out.

Winner (and still No Limits champion): Ava Adore via submission (14:16)

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The camera zoom in to see one of the three men that will be involved in tonight’s main event for the HKW Championship. Jason Mentez is walking through the backstage area of the Hard Knox Training Facility still dressed in his street clothing a red/white Jordan t-shirt a pair of baggy dark blue LRG jeans and all black Timberlands on his feet. His face shows a level of irritation but its usually the normal expression of his anytime he’s seen on camera. As he continues a smell hits his nose causing him to stop in his tracks.

Jason Mentez: Yup...that KK.

The affirmation brings a quick smirk to his lips as he reaches a door shortly after, the nameplate reads at clear as day, Hard Knox Wrestling - Co-GM’s Brandon Banks and…

The second name seems to be covered with black tape…

Jason chuckled shaking his head before knocking on the door. The smell every bit as strong as if he was in the room already. A very voice is heard coming from behind the door.


Brandon Banks: Damnit, Alexa! I don’t care what Emory has to say. I need a new friggin commentator. and you are it!

Silence takes over as Jason still waits outside the door.

Brandon Banks: That’s what I damn thought! Aight tell Em I'll talk to him. Kay. Let me hit you back.

Jason turns his head confused as he remains at the door and brings his hand up to knock again.

Jason Mentez: Aiyo!

Jason knocks again hearing who he’s looking for on the other side of the door losing his patience because he still standing outside.

Brandon Banks: Aye, Vincent. You heard a knock on the door?

Vincent the Butler: I believe I did sir. Shall I check if anyone is there?

Brandon Banks: Of course you should mawfucka. That’s yo job. I sit here, look pretty, and run this shit. You make sure I don’t gotta get up. Now go open that door.

A few seconds pause before Vincent the Bulter opens the door the annoyed face of Jason Mentez. He really didn’t feel the need to address the man at all.

Jason Mentez: Hey Alfred, could you move please?

Banks looks passed Alfreds shoulder, seeing Mentez.

Brandon Banks: Ayyyyyeee JayJay! What’s good my dude? Come on in.

Alfred scootches over, giving Jason space to walk in as Banks brings his hands behind his head.

Brandon Banks: I remember tellin’ you to come to my office…

He pauses.

Brandon Banks: Can’t seem to remember why though.

Jason looks around the office for a moment before taking a seat.

Jason Mentez: I had every intention of coming here after what you said bout me anyway. Well that and I smell Kucci Kush in the air. Bloodhound to that shit yo.

Jason inhales for a minute.

Jason Mentez: I know its in here. Anyway, you got me twisted not being on that list of 6 Banks. You really do. I’m a number one contender here for a reason. I’m green but I ain't no bitch. I can perform in that ring better than most on this roster. Why you playin me cuz? Thats fucked up.

Jason looks to Banks keeping his arms against his knees leaning forward. Banks looks away, shaking his head.

Brandon Banks: No fuckin’ shit, Jay. Talent wise? You’re one of the best we got. But you stay gettin ya ass in trouble you don’t need. You a grown ass man, Jay. Soon, you gon’ be raisen a family and shit, and what… You want the little you to see a guy with pending charges, holdin’ ninjas up for a couple dollars and cents as his or her father?

Banks shakes head from left to right.

Brandon Banks: Nah, my g. You’re better than that. You KNOW you’re better than that. I wasn’t tryna disrespect you at all. I’m tryna motivate each and every one of y’all by pointing out your flaws. Some gon’ learn, some won’t. Such is life… But you?

Banks chuckles, nodding his head.

Brandon Banks: I gotta be extra tough on you. See, you might not see this, but you’re a lot like me when I started in this game. You do your own thing, support those who helped you get here, but you stay gettin’ tied into some dumb shit.

Banks leans forward, placing his elbows on his desk.

Brandon Banks: What I said wasn’t fucked up, Jay. It was a wake up call if anything. Your minutes away from possibly becoming HKW Champion. You set the standard for this company. The fuck kinda GM would I be if my champion kept gettin’ into legal troubles?

Banks a moment to rethink what he said.

Brandon Banks: Shit, yo. Emilio already gettin’ questioned by the feds. This some bullshit yo. I’m doin’ my best to steer y’all in the right direction, and y’all stay fuckin up..

Jason nods a moment hearing what Banks is telling him.

Jason Mentez: Ok ok...I see my flaws. Bet, I hear you on dat but I know I’m more than able to learn from them. Most of all I know I can steer from them. That’s my last legal issue on the love I swear it is. I aint got time to stress wondering about my last days of freedom ‘n shit. I know you and Risky care and I appreciate that but cuz I’ma tell you just like I tell Kia, I’m made for this shit and I can do it. There’s no other way I’ma allow yall to look at it. I can be a leader in this place but if I do its gonna be done my way. Might not be the best look sometime but its gon be the real one.

Jason takes his elbows off his knees and places them on the armrests beside him in the chair before clearing his throat.

Jason Mentez: I came here to tell you I belong on that list of six you put on twitter. I aint gonna cry about it or act shady and write a asshole subtweet. I wanted to come in here like a man and tell you straight up I belonged on it and even doe I enjoy pussy like any other real one out here it aint taking my focus. I know what’s at stake here tonight and I know what's at stake when it comes to my career. I’ma show you what is bout when it comes to me boss. You might not like it but you will respect it.

Jason stands up from the chair and extends his hand.

Brandon Banks: I do respect it, Jay. Hell, if I wasn’t your boss, I’d like the shit you do, standin’ up to the 5-0 n shit.

Banks reaches out and shakes Jason’s hand.

Brandon Banks: But at the end of the day, I’m your boss… And I can’t have you fuckin’ up. You feel me?

Jason Mentez: All day. Or well I mean ahh yes sir n all that other fake shit (laughs)

Banks smirks, knowing full well he doesn’t want Jason to view him as a boss, but more as a mentor or even a friend.

Brandon Banks: Go win that title, Jay.

With that the, two let off of their handshake as the scene transitions to another area of the Training Facility.

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Robb Bank$ Ft. SpaceGhostPurrp "Bend Ova Like That" begins blaring all throughout the arena as the audience begins booing. Through the curtain steps out Scandalous Tony, followed by Bansquiat, each wearing their own ring gear. Tony just sneers at the sight of the fans, while Banksquiat just bobs his head up and down as they make their way down the ramp and into the ring. Tony taunts the fans a bit, but follows Banksquiat to their corner.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is an elimination tag team match and it is for the HKW Tag Team titles! Introducing first, they are the challengers, Scandalous Tony and Banksquait, RICH HOMIEZ!

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

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


The arena explodes as "Critics and Cynics" by Icon For Hire hits the sound system, signaling the arrival of the HKW tag team champions, Descent. FelIcity's replacement, Charlies Samuels, and Ashley come out onto the ramp, both holding one of the championships in the air. Instead of the normal Descent entrance, Charlie and Ashley just head down the ramp and begin conversing with one another about the match. Once they get close by to the ring, Ashley heads up the ramp and Charlie follows before the two enter the ring. They hand the titles to the ref before walking over to their corner and conversing with one another.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And their opponents, they are the HKW Tag Team champions....DESCENT!

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DING! DING! DING!


Ashley and Banksquiat quickly exit the ring, allowing Charlie and Tony to start off this match. Charlie and Tony both get close enough to where instead of locking up, Tony begins mouthing off to Charlie. He says something she doesn't take kindly, and she definitely gets pissed off when Tony pushes her. Tony wipes his hands, but is quickly met with a dropkick to the chest.

Tony gets to the corner and helps himself up, but Charlie follows him there. She leans him up against the corner and begins chopping at his chest, the audience letting out a bunch of cheers before the ref forces her to back off by threatening to disqualify her. When she does back off, Tony takes the chances and falls to his knees before rolling out of the ring. He leans on the apron on the outside, but Charlie connects with a baseball slide that knocks him down to the ground.

Charlie quickly slides out of the ring and begins putting the boots to Tony as the ref begins the count, looking to see if either of them will get into the ring before 10.

1!

2!

3!


Charlie backs up and begins measuring Tony, but Banksquiat gets off of the apron and tries to distract Charlie. Samuels makes a move towards him, but is quickly blindsided by Tony. The audience boos as Tony begins mouthing off to the downed Samuels.

4!

5!

6!


Tony grabs her by the head and gets her to both feet before slamming her head onto the apron, causing Charlie to stagger back before Tony takes her out with a clothesline!

7!

8!


Tony goes to grab her again, but Charlie drives a boot into Tony's right knee, knocking him down onto the ground before getting on top of him and pounding away at him with rights and lefts! The audience cheers as Banksquiat just yells at the ref to control this match.

9!

10!

DING! DING! DING!


Eliminated: Charlie Samuels and Scandalous Tony (Double Countout)


Ashley, Banksquiat, Charlie, and even Tony all look at the ref in shock as he has counted both of them out. The ref exits the ring and pulls Charlie off of Tony before telling them both that they are eliminated and should head to the announce area and wait for the match to end. Both competitors shake their heads as they comply, standing apart from each other as much as possible.

Ashley and Banksquiat quickly hit the ring and go charging at each other, Banksquiat getting the upper hand first when he connects with a hurricarana pin! The audience cheers as the ref slides in and begins a count!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Both competitors quickly get to their feet, but Ashley gets the upper hand this time with a dropkick. As Banksquiat gets to his feet, Ashley runs up from behind him, grabs his head with her right hand, and slams him down with a one-handed bulldog. She then points to the top, looking for "Sunset", and the audience agrees with cheers.

Ash slowly climbs to the top, and once she does so, points to the downed Banksquiat and nods her head. But, Tony makes his way onto the apron and goes to shove her right off of it, only to get his legs taken out, causing his jaw to collide with the apron before he fell to the ground...thanks to Charlie Samuels. Banksquiat takes advantage of the distraction, grabs her, and tosses her right down onto the mat to a few cheers, but mostly boos from the audience.

Banksquiat grabs Sullivan and gets her to her feet before grabbing her from behind. He then hits a back suplex on her that causes her to land on her neck. Banksquiat then flips her over and puts her in a Boston crab, causing Sullivan to immediately begin screaming out in pain. Charlie tries to get the audience to get Ashley to will out of this, but the clapping stops as she is attacked from behind by Tony, knocking her to the ground.

Tony grabs her and tosses her into the ring before entering the ring himself, but the ref walks away from the two eligible competitors and begins screaming at Tony, eventually getting him and Charlie out the ring. As he continues to yell at them, a masked figure jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. Banksquiat releases the Boston crab, but is far too late as he gets hit with a superkick to the jaw that lays him right out. The attacker then puts Ashley Sullivan's arm over Banksquiat's chest before rolling out the ring and jumping over the barricade right before the ref turns around and begins the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winners of this match, AND STILL HKW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, DEEEEEEEEESCENT!

"Critics and Cynics" by Icon for Hire begins to blare throughout the arena as Ashley rolls off of Banksquiat and gets to her feet, unaware that her team has won. Charlie enters the ring as well with both belts in her hands. As Banksquiat rolls out of the ring and Tony looks on in shock, Charlie hands one belt to Ashley before both girls raise their hands high up in the air, Ashley still looking somewhat surprised that they retained as the scene fades out.

Winner: Descent via elimination (13:31)

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The camera cuts to the backstage area where a group of some of the HKW stars had gathered together in order to watch the main event which consisted of some of the quote unquote ‘Top Names’ in the federation. Along the selected group was the ‘Passionate One’ Kayla Callahan who was of course, away from the group but was in range to watch and enjoy the show from the wall she was leaning against. Wearing her debut hoodie which had ‘To Do List - Grind’ on it. Kayla’s arms were crossed and her hair was in a ponytail seeing she didn’t want to deal with it especially after the match she had just had.

Kayla Callahan: Now let’s see if everything was worth the hype. I know someone is going to get hurt in this match but I just can’t tell who it will be. Plus, never pass nothing by a weird young woman who is always skipping around and has in her possession the one item that can ruin ones night. Kinda glad I’m not in that match now!

Chuckling, Kayla said as she lowered her head and moved her attention towards her phone which had vibrated in her pocket. The camera pans over a group of well suited men, one who was seen earlier in the night with PDW sensation Kucci Mane Kuwop. The tall, muscular gentleman notices Kayla leaning against the wall and signals to the other men that he’d be right back.

Nick Dannon: Well what a pleasant surprise.

He says the closer he got to Kayla. Nick Dannon, known to his closest affiliate Scandalous Tony as “The Chief”, is usually backstage at these Defiance events but chooses to stay away from the public eye. He quickly checks his breath before leaning against the same wall as Kayla from a distance.

Nick Dannon: Hello stranger.

Kayla turned her attention away from the phone as she shot the person a semi dark look before realizing who it was. The look did not diminish as quick as most would have expected but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. A small smile appeared on the young woman’s features as she placed her phone back in her pocket and exhaled softly

Kayla Callahan: Are you stalking me now sir? I never thought you’d be able to find me in such a decent size place.

She holds her hand up before chuckling

Kayla Callahan: Not saying that I am hiding from you or anything. Nevertheless, what brings you to Defiance on such an amazing night such as this?

Kayla asked the man who was a little distance away from her. Nick laughs to himself before stepping a bit closer.

Nick Dannon: Who says I was looking for you?

He shoots Kayla a smile before scratching his head.

Nick Dannon: I was actually here for my boys. Had to support the “Rich Homiez” in their title match. Seeing you here is more of a bonus to me. I kinda thought you didn’t actually exist.

He shrugs his shoulders before straightening his tie.

Kayla Callahan: Aw, I see. Kinda good if you ask me. I’ll be that one unknown person who makes her way to the top slowly. Sounds legit i suppose..

Kayla said as she shook her head

Kayla Callahan: No, I am here what feels like day in and day out. Was in a match between the two General Managers here and I’ll admit, was pretty amazing being out there. Hopefully the result isn’t going to make me regret it. Though, I’m on to the next thing when it concerns this place, many opportunities will nine times out of ten arise with the following of the HKW Championship title match.. and that’s when I’ll make my move. As far as the ‘#RichHomiez’ are concerned, they put on an awesome match as well. Things will just get tougher from now on seems like.

Nick nods in agreement.

Nick Dannon: Those guys are good. I honestly should be out there with them so it’s bittersweet watching them in the ring. I’ll say this though, Sunny’s getting his shot at the HKW title too, soon. It’ll be interesting watching things around here.

He cracks his knuckles slightly before licking his lips.

Nick Dannon: Soon I’ll be doing more than watching. But for now I’m just like you. In the background and plotting my first move...actually this here is sort of my first move.

Nick lets out a smirk before looking down.

Nick Dannon: You still owe me a match and a meal. Don’t think I forgot, miss.

Kayla Callahan: Yeah, sitting back now and just seeing how things goes is on my to do list minus of course grinding. Good for Sunny by the way, he did win that poll to see who deserved a chance at the champion and management listened. We will just have to see how things go from that point. When it comes to the top spot, no one is safe when the sharks are all over it trying to find just one chance.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye

Kayla Callahan: Nor do I, though, my work isn’t the place I’d discuss my personal affairs at. Plus, the best part of the night is getting ready to happen and I can already tell by how things have been going tonight, shit is going to hit the fan and when it does… Oh my.

Kayla said with a smile. Nick rubs his beard and nods.

Nick Dannon: You seem to know something I don’t. Or something most of us don’t. I can tell you’re an opportunist who’s already in the midst of their plan of execution. Good luck.

He lifts back his sleeve to look at his watch.

Nick Dannon: Well with that said, I won’t hold you up any longer. I have to catch up with my associates and get ready to head to New York. Maybe I’ll give you a call soon.

She nods her head

Kayla Callahan: You have the number though, If I were you, I’d stay and see this upcoming match. You never know..

Kayla said to him as he had already began to walk away. Tilting her head slightly she shrugged her shoulders

Kayla Callahan: Or maybe not.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is your Defiance 9 main event and it is for the HKW Heavyweight championship! The title will be put on the line inside a steel cage with a special guest referee!

“Welcome Home” by Coheed and Cambria begisn blaring throughout the arena and through the curtain steps Gwen Massey. She is wearing a referee tee and is carrying her Golden Opportunity briefcase as she makes her way down to the ring, up the steps, and into the ring. She gives her briefcase to one of the ring workers as the steel cage slowly lowers, telling the ring worker to “not scratch that case up”.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, she is the special guest referee, Golden Opportunity briefcase holder...GWEN MASSEY!

Once the steel cage lowers, Gwen’s music dies out. “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. Before Cain steps into the ring, he removes his entrance gear and hands it to a ring worker before stepping into the cage. He looks at Gwen for a few seconds before heading to his designated corner and waiting for his other opponents.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at 223 pounds, The Man In Black, CAIN MORGAN!

“Betrayal” by Gangstarr begins blaring throughout the arena as Jason Mentez steps through the curtain to boos from the audience. Mentez seems far too focused at the ring to listen to any of the fans as he heads down the ramp. Once ringside, he makes his way into the cage, stares at Cain and mouths something at him before heading to his own corner and stretching as he and Cain await their opponent.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And the other challenger, weighing in at 218 pounds; he is Reckless....Malicious....JASON MENTEZ!

“Bout That Life” by Meek Mill feat. French Montana, Diddy and Rick Ross (Original Version) begins to blare throughout the arena as Emilio Vialpando makes his way out from behind the curtain, HKW Heavyweight championship around his waist. The audience cheers for the champion, but he barely acknowledges them as he keeps a serious look on his face. His father has not accompanied him to the ring, Emilio obviously not wanting his father in harm’s way should anything go down. Once Emilion reaches ringside, he slowly enters the cage and stares down Gwen...then Cain....and finally, Jason. He removes his belt around his waist and flashes it at his opponents and the special guest ref.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And their opponent, he is the HKW Heavyweight champion, representing LAX, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is EMILIO VIALPANDO!

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Emilion then reluctantly hands his belt off to Gwen, who stares at it almost like a dog staring at a nice t-bone. But, she quickly snaps out of it and raises the title high up in the air before handing it to Sadie, who exits the ring and heads to her designated area. Gwen then calls for the bell....only for “Dance with the Devil” by Breaking Benjamin to start playing. Gwen quickly make sure the steel cage door is closed as through the curtains steps out Lance Winters, followed by DC and Chopz, followed by almost every member (minus Perello and Lewis) of R.I.P. The men make their way to ringside and surround the cage.

Brian Mason: Oh, for the love of God...

Mark Tango: Not ever surprised, Brian. Not even surprised.

All four members in the cage stare at the faces of the men who might do them harm sooner or later. Leifi stands by the cage door and grabs at it before shaking it, trying to check how sturdy it is. The rest of the members, minus Lance, are shaking the cage, trying to intimidate the members inside the ring. Lance is actually mouthing off at Tango and Mason, loud as usual.

Brian Mason: I’m so sick and tired of this...

Out of nowhere, Mason gets off his seat and drills Lance Winters right in the face! The audience explodes in cheers as Mason removes his headset and goes after Winters. He drives his head into the announce table, but is attacked from behind by DC and Chopz. Leifi and the rest join in on beating down Mason before Lance pulls out a beer bottle from his pocket (weird, right?) and smashes it right across Mason’s skull, knocking him out. Lance and the rest just look down at the laid out Mason before Winters shouts at them to circle the ring once more. Lance then goes on to join the announce table.

Lance Winters: WOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEE! THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD!

As R.I.P. surrounds the ring, Gwen has no choice but to call for the bell to start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

The three men slowly start to circle the ring, but when DC makes an attempt at the cage door, Emilio is there to cut him off....only to be hit from behind by Jason Mentez, causing his head to bounce off the steel cage. But once Mentez turns around, he is met with a boot to the gut from Cain Morgan, then gets lifted up and planted with a brainbuster! The audience lets out a small cheer as Cain goes for a quick cover.

ONE!

TW-Broken up by Emilio!

Emilio grabs Cain and gets him to his feet before going behind him and grabbing him around the waist and connecting with a back suplex! The audience cheers as Emilio gets to his feet and stares at the groggily moving Mentez. Once Mentez gets to his feet, Vialpando runs forward and grabs him before connecting with a running neckbreaker. Emilio looks to go for the cover, but when DC attempts to tease getting into the ring, Emilio walks over to the cage door and threatens him to step into the ring.

Once Emilio turns around, he is caught with an enziguri by Cain Morgan! Emilio falls to the mat with a thud, but as Cain tries to pick him up, Jason low blows him from behind, stopping any momentum Cain had. Mentez then grabs Morgan’s head and drives it into the cage before lifting him up and connecting with a brainbuster of his own! Mentez now goes for the cover on Cain Morgan!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Mentez grabs Morgan once more and looks to get him up to both feet, but is caught with the Zig Zag from behind by Emilio Vialpando! The audience is going nuts as Emilio hooks both of Jason’s legs as he goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Broken up by Cain Morgan!

Cain gets Emilio up to both feet and looks to go for a suplex, but Emilio stops him. Cain attempts again...but Emilio stops him once more! Now, Emilio drives repeated punches into his ribs before jumping up and sends him flying in the air with a hurricarana! The audience is going nuts as Mentez gets to his feet and goes after Emilio, only to be caught with a hurricarana as well!
Cain gets to his feet and charges towards Emilio and goes for a clothesline, but Emilio ducks it. Once Cain turns around, he is met with a pele kick to the face! Cain falls to the ground, but when Emilio goes for the cover, Mentez grabs him from behind and goes for a rollup pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Emilio seems caught off guard as both men get to their feet, but when he charges towards Jason, Mentez uses Emilio’s momentum and hoists Vialpando up on his shoulders before driving him into the cage and dropping him. Emilio holds his back in pain as Jason shoos off Leifi, who was attempting to make another teasing entrance into the cage.

Once Mentez turns around, he is met with a boot to the gut by Morgan before getting lifted up and brought down with a fireman’s carry gutbuster! The audience lets out a small cheer before Morgan decides to go after Vialpando. He gets Vialpando up to both feet before lifting him up and dorpping him with a northern lights suplex that lays the champion out!

Morgan looks to go for another pin, but the Chopz attempting entrance into the cage forces Cain to kick at the door, causing it to send Chopz falling backwards. Morgan smirks before turning around and walking over to Mentez....where he gets rolled up once more by Jason Mentez!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Broken up by Vialpando!

Emilio grabs Mentez and goes to lift him up, but Cain gets his feet and helps Mentez double suplex the champ! The audience lets out a boo as Mentez attempts to lift Cain up on his shoulders, only for Cain to slip from behind. Cain goes running for the ropes, springboards off of them, and lands a forearm right on Mentez!

Cain rolls to his feet and catches an oncoming Emilio with a boot to the gut before snap suplexing him right into the corner, his back hitting the corner! The audience lets out an “ooh” before Morgan climbs the near corner to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Emilio before jumping off of the corner and landing right on Emilio with “Fell on Black Days”! The audience lets out a boo as Morgan attempts to pin the fan favorite!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Broken up by Mentez!

Mentez drags Cain off of Emilio before driving a bunch of lefts and rights into Cain’s face. The audience boos as Jason is in full control. Jason takes a second to shoo away any people at the cage door before walking over to Cain and hitting him with the “QB Cripple”! The audience lets out another boo as Mentez rolls him over and goes for another pin, looking excited as hell.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-Broken up by Emilio!

Mentez and Vialpando both get to their feet and begin trading punch for punch before Mentez drives a knee into his gut. Mentez then tries to lift him up for the “QB Cripple”, but the champion slips from behind! Emilio dropkicks Jason from behind, sending him headfirst into the steel cage! Jason hits the mat with a thud as Emilio points to the top and the audience cheers him on!

Emilio gets to the top turnbuckle of the corner and looks out at the audience and then at Lance, flipping him off. He then dives off the top turnbuckle, looking for “Deseando Astro”...but Morgan drags Mentez out of the way, causing Emilio to hit the mat with a thud! The audience can’t help but boo as Morgan drives a couple of punches into Mentez’s face for retaliation before walking over to the motionless Vialpando and lifting him up to both feet.

Cain lifts Emilio on his shoulders....but Emilio begins driving his elbow into Cain’s jaw until Cain lets him slip from behind! Cain turns around and is met with a kick to the gut before Emilio lifts him up in the air, then plants him with the “Vibora Strike”! The audience explodes out in cheers as Emilio hooks both of Cain’s legs as he goes for the cover!

ONE!

Mentez gets to his feet...

TWO!

Mentez leaps to break up the pin....

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......BUT HE’S TOO LATE!

THREE!

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Here is your winner, and STILL HKW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… EMILIOOOO VIALPANDOOO!

The members of the Reapers sarcastically applaud Emilio as he raises his arms in the air. Mentes is only inches away from Cain’s body as he tosses his hands over his face, clearly irate. Back on the outside of the ring, Chopz has a hold of the HKW Championship, handing it to Lance who raises it high in the air, taunting Emilio. With the champs back turned, Mentez lifts a downed Cain Morgan and slams him down with the QB Cripple! Cain is knocked out cold as Emilio turns to Mentez and tries calming him down. Lance rips a microphone away from Sadee Sanderson McLean and raises the title high in the air.

Lance Winters: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, JASON?!

He slams the HKW championship down to the mat.

Lance Winters: YOU WANT THAT PIECE OF TRASH SO BADLY, HUH?... Well we can help you get it, Jason. All you have to do is join us. Become a member of the Reapers and YOU HAVE MY WORD. YOU WILL BE HKW CHAMPION!

Mentez squints, almost looking interested by the offer as he shoves Emilio away from him and exits the cage. Lance tells Chopz to toss Mentez the cut in his hand as Mentez grabs it, looks down, and just turns away, making his way up the ramp. The show closes with Emilio looking on, not knowing how to react while the members of RIP smirk and nod their heads in approval.
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