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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 10!
Hard Knox Training Facility - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sunday, February 16th, 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.

Brian Mason: Welcome everyone to Defiance X!

Mark Tango: Must you sound so corny whenever you open up the show, Mason? GAH. ADD SOME FLAVOR TO THE OPENING!

Brian Mason: If you think you could do better, why don't you give it a go, Tango?

Mark Tango: Fine. I think I will.

Tango clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

Mark Tango: WELCOME BACK PARTY PEOPLE. TONIGHT IS DEFIANCE X, AND THE X STANDS FOR X-CITEMENT! BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE BRING YOU WITH EVERY DEFIANCE... X-CITEMENT.

Brian Mason: ... Terrible.

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As the shows opening comes to a close Chris Tucker by. J. Cole hits the PA System and on the stage out steps Lyle Risky in a purple suit dancing a little to the music while making it rain on himself. He holds up a finger to the crowd and turns to the curtain and begins throwing money on the ground. Following Risky, Brandon Banks comes out the curtain wearing a black sweatsuit along with a pair of Timbs. He looks down at the money on the ground and smirks before saying something to Risky. A fan tries to leap over the steel guardrail but is quickly cut off by head of security, Red Ohno. Banks and Risky shake their heads and continue their casual pace down the ramp. Banks pulls out his phone and launches his NBA TV app, keeping the phone in one hand while slapping the fans hands with the other. Risky throws some money at the fans instead of slapping their hands and looks back at Banks asking him about what's going on so far at the All Star events. They both get to the ring and get in. Risky grabs them some mics and gives on to Brandon as he puts the money back in back pocket.

Lyle Risky: Ayyeeee, Chris Tucker! MONEY TALKS MOTHA FUCKA! Ayyeee, Chris Tucker! MONEY TALKS MOTHA FUCKA!

He smirks as he sees some fans dancing to the music.

Lyle Risky: Aight bruh, let's cut this shit out we ain't fuckin' around no more. I SAID CUT THE FUCKIN' MUSIC!

Banks circles around the ring with a mic in hand, listening to the jeers and cheers coming from the crowd. Banks stops his pace and leans himself back against the ring ropes and brings the mic closer to his face.

Brandon Banks: Seems to me there's a small portion of the HKW locker room that doesn't agree with some of our decisions. People think there's something going on between RIP and Money Talks like they takin' orders from. They're doing our bidding in the minds of people like Hunter Werth for example.

The crowd cheers at the mention of Hunter's name as Banks sneers and looks away.

Brandon Banks: I really don't have a problem with the fact that he disagrees with me. I have a problem with the fact that he had to air out all his grievances on a public forum like twitter. Childish, but really... It's expected when we're talking Hunter Werth. The thing that bothers me is that he never once came to me about it. Hell, he didn't come to either of us. Our doors are always open, and yet... Somehow, Hunter wants to paint us as unfit GM's.

Banks shakes his head, staring at his phone and watching the NBA Allstar festivities.

Brandon Banks: Nah, bruh. It don't work like that. Now, I'll admit... I think we may have slipped up a little with RIP situation, and I'm only talkin' about their debut. Maybe we should have punished them for their actions that ONE time, but I'll be damned if I punish anyone for anything that happens between the bells and whistles. You kids are all wrestlers. Learn how to defend yourselves, or find a new career. We're lookin' for someone to be the head of the HKW site, come do that.

Banks eyes widen as he continues to watch the phone screen.

Brandon Banks: BOSH! Ugly catfish lookin' ass.

Risky rushes over snatching the phone out of Banks hand seeing what Chris Bosh just did.

Lyle Risky: That son of a bitch!

He apologizes to Brandon and hands the phone back to him.

Lyle Risky: Mufuckas wanna tell US how to do OUR job? The fuck? Last time I checked we ain't the ones gettin' our ass beat left to right. We ain't the ones out here bitchin' bout someone kickin' our ass. We behind the desk gettin' shit done for a reason. We here groomin and buildin yall up to be the best damn wrestlers to hit the scene when y'all leave here You see all this shit happenin around y'all right now? It's the same shit yo gon' see when you make it to the big times. Don't you dare try and say we ain't doin' our mufuckin jobs cause you can't take the heat! You can't step up to the challenge!

He grunts.

Lyle Risky: This RIP shit? You made at us for that shit? For what? Our hands ain't in that. Punked? Punked by who? RIP doin' they own shit, we can't stop them from doin' them. We ain't bout to fight yo damn battles. That ain't our job. When it comes to us doin' our job. Don't fuckin worry about what the fuck we doin' we got this.

Lyle laughs at a thought.

Lyle Risky: Mufuckas feelin' froggy huh B? Tryna say they wanna fight RiskoDangerous? Sit down lil bitches. Don't get yo ass beat cause y'all dumbasses get handled by RIP. Fuck outta here. Put yo hands on me I dare you. Just gonna end up with some pink slips. Shit we took it easy on Emilio. We took it easy on Fel. No more though...Nah no more of his play nice shit.

Banks can't help but laugh as he stands up and begins fanning Risky with his hands.

Brandon Banks: Calm down, bruh. They don't want RiskoDangerous. They can't handle RiskoDangerous if they can't handle RIP.

Banks smirks and leans back against the ropes.

Brandon Banks: Feels good to get that off our chest though. But now that that's done, lets address some of the more pleasant things goin' on in the land of Hard Knox. For example, tonight y'all gonna see three of the top dawgs in this company goin' at it when Kaylow Kay takes on the young homie Kai and the man who nearly became HKW Champion, Jason Mentez.

Banks looks over at Risky.

Brandon Banks: He beat that case yet or what?

Risky shrugs.

Lyle Risky: Shit I hope, lil Wells Fargo needs his shit clean ya feel me? Shits really been pickin' up as late though. People already talkin' bout callin' some people up. Cool shit but y'all ain't there yet. Don't ask how Alistair Slayde gotta call up that shit was outta our hands. But yo y'all little dudes keep doin yall shit though. HKW lookin' like the best developmental program in the country...Fuck it, the world! We proud of y'all fa real...That's why some people thinkin HKW shit been a bit better than PDW lately.

Banks continues paying attention to his phone, but listens to everything Risky was saying.

Brandon Banks: Speaking of PDW... There's apparently gon' be some changes goin' on, and changes in PDW brings changes to HKW. I don't got all the info on that, but yeah.. That's something we're working on getting fixed. I don't really like this idea of the fate of HKW hanging in someone elses hands. With Star selling PDW, who knows if the new owner will even want HKW to stick around... But I can promise Risky and me ain't lettin' anything happen to HKW.

Banks shrugs.

Brandon Banks: And we don't do anything... Right, Hunter?

Banks drops the mic, his eyes still glued to his phone screen. Risky shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Let this be known...Y'all touch another damn member of our staff and your ass will be packin yo bags. You get into any legal trouble from this day forward...You will be kicked out of the academy. Me and B ain't takin' no more of y'all shit. Don't come cryin' to us about RIP no more. But lets get shit poppin'. Y'all enjoy the show.

Chris Tucker hits again as the fans cheer for the two GM's and the scene fades into the backstage area.

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Walking through the halls backstage Tank is with his trainer and new manager Tony “The Mammoth” Hyman. They both just about get to Tank's locker room when they're stopped by HKW interviewer Selena King.

Selena King: Sorry to bother you Tank but I was wondering if I could get a quick interview with you. Is that okay?

Tank: As long as it is quick. Tank is a busy man.

Once his finished talking Hyman just pats Tank on the shoulder before disappearing into Tank's locker room.

Selena King: So what made you accept Mr Hyman as your trainer and manager?

Tank: Tony is a legend. Tony has taught Tank a lot in such a short time. DC, Chopz, and Leifi are going to find that out later tonight. As far as Tank's concerned it doesn't matter if Tank's out numbered or not. In war it doesn't matter about how many soldiers there are but rather who has the better battle plan. With Tony's help and guidance it is Tank that has the better battle plan and therefore it's Tank who will win the war out there tonight.

Dropping his stuff to the floor, tank leans back against the wall making himself comfortable for Selena's next question.

Selena King: After last Defiance and your opponent Joey Perello getting run over, do you feel guilty or any concern at all?

#TankLaugh

Tank: Selena being serious right now?

Looking at Tank she nods as she can see that Tank didn't take the question seriously at all.

Tank: Of course Tank doesn't feel guilty and hell no Tank isn't concerned about Joey at all. As far as Tank's concerned the car should have reversed back over Joey and done the job properly. Joey deserves everything bad that happens to Joey and Tank is willing to be the one to step up and make that happen. If that means Tank has to deal with RIP too then so be it. As Tony would say, it's better to make sacrifices then surrender.

Selena King: What is meant by that Tank?

Tanks demeanor changes as he now stands up straight looking straight into Selena's eyes literally intimidating her now with his presence.

Tank: That Tank is willing to sacrifice a win rather then surrender. Tank is worried a little about tonight because it three against one. Yet Tank still isn't going to surrender and Tank knows that no matter what Tank will rise and be ready to fight next Defiance or Ignite. Selena is done now because Tank says Selena is done so run along.

She goes to say something to Tank but he just puts his finger up to his mouth signalling her to be quiet as he disappears into his locker room.

Selena King: Hmph!

She then just heads off down the hall after doing her best Romeo Price impression as the camera follows her until she disappears around the corner.

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Milo Boyd and Luke Wisia are standing the ring, with “Almost Famous” by Eminem splaying softly in the background. Milo is cracking his neck to prepare for the match, while Luke is leaning against the corner turnbuckle without a care in the world, almost bored. The arena was completely empty and the referee approaches the middle the ring, signaling for the bell.


Match One
Grudge Match


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DING! DING! DING!


Milo and Luke start things off by slowly circling each other, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. Luke reaches his hand out a few times, trying to draw Milo in to force an attack, but Milo refuses to come within reaching distance. Luke bite soff more than he can chew as Milo grabs his wrist and goes for a lunging clothesline, hitting Luke square in the chest and taking his down on his back. He climbs quickly back to his feet and Milo tries to lock in an aggressive hold, but Luke won’t allow it. Luke sweeps Milo’s legs out from underneath him, then hits a knee drop, before retreating to the corner with a smirk. Luke runs forward, trying to hit Milo with a knee to the gut, but is lifted up off his feet from the momentum and Milo reversed it into a mini spinebuster. Milo goes to lift Luke by his hair, but he grabs Milo by the head quickly and goes from a roll up pin.


ONE!

Milo turns the tables and manages to roll Luke onto his shoulders, where the referee redirects the count.


ONE!

Milo releases the hold though, knowing that neither of them was going to win with a roll up pin this quick in the match. Luke glares at him as he stands back to his feet, gritting his teeth. Across the ring, Milo is taunting Luke, signaling him to bring it. They lock up for a brief moment. Milo swings his body and manages to get behind Luke, but it’s also reversed as Luke tries to get an elbow lock in place. Luke can’t manage to twist the arm and Milo pulls away, putting space between both of them. Out of frustration, Luke tries to go for a Bank Shot and completely misses as Milo easily ducks under the kick and pushes Luke through the ropes. He falls completely to the outside, not really sure what happened. Milo bounces off the opposite ropes, jumps onto the top rope, dives, throws a shoulder into Luke, and sends him flying into the matted barrier.

The referee tries to tell them to get back into the ring, but Luke isn’t able and Milo isn’t listening. Milo picks up Luke and throws him into the steel steps. Luke going tumbling over them, landing on his knees, and tasting blood.

ONE!

Milo starts walking over to Luke. He is trying to back way and shake off the steal steps, but can’t manage to do it.

TWO!

Luke is finally back to his feet and takes a wild swing at Milo, missing and resting himself on the barrier. Milo goes for another clothesline, but Luke ducks it at the last moment, and swings Milo’s legs, sending him over the barrier. He jumps onto the barrier and catches Milo trying to get to his feet, hitting him with a sloppy dropckick.

FOUR!

Milo and Luke are completely ignoring the referee as they start climbing their way up the stairs. Milo took advantage of Luke’s sloppiness, and run up the steps before turning around to find his opponent. Luke was bleeding from the mouth as he spit it out, climbing through the seats. Luke tries to jump from one of the seats, but Milo is too quick for him and grabs Luke by the neck, where they start brawling through the stadium seats.

SIX!

Milo manages to get away from the scrapping and lumps off a small platform, making his way for the stage area. Luke is following him, refusing to let Milo get away. They grapple back up at the top of the stage, trying to fight for the upperhand.

SEVEN!

Milo delivers a knee to Luke’s gut, causing him to hunch over and attempts to DDT him from the top of the stage. As they both start falling off, Milo releases the hold to try and catch himself. Luke wiggles free from the grasp and lands shoulder first onto the pavement. Milo lands on his back, looking as if the air has been knocked out of him for a second. They are both grasping from the stage to pull themselves to their feet and start exchanging punches.

NINE!

The referee realizes he has lost full control of this match as the two competitors are fighting in front of the stage. Milo gives Luke a spinning heel kick as the bell begins to ring, and referee is seen wildly throwing his hands.

TEN!!!

Ding! Ding Ding!

It’s as if the bell didn’t even ring as Milo and Luke are still going at it. We see Luke throw Milo face first into the front of the stage, but it only stuns him for a moment. Red faced, Milo keeps throwing punches at Luke and he keeps trowing some of his own. The reff shrugs and signals for the security to help. They start to make their way to the couple, but they refuse to stop fighting.

Milo has a handful of Luke’s hair and Luke is trying to punch Milo while the security is pulling them apart. The security finally gets them away from each other, but not without spitting out more blood in Milo’s direction and clearly saying, “Fuck you.” Milo gives Luke the middle finger in return and they begin walking away from each other.


Winner: DQ Draw via Count Out (5:43)

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Now backstage we see Tank storming down the hall. Where ever he is going it looks like he's not happy and is on a mission. On his way there are some backstage crew gathered talking amongst themselves. Tank just pushes his way through them nearly knocking a couple of them to the ground. Tank stops and turns as he faces them just glaring at them as if he was waiting for them to say something.

#TankShrug

He just turns away from them after and gets back to heading to where ever he was heading. Tonight definitely didn’t look like a good night for Tank and it was showing by his temper. He had now got to where he was going. he was at Brandon Banks office and doesn’t even bother knocking as he walks in nearly ripping the door away from the frame.

Tank: What the hell is Brandon playing at?

Tank was standing there with his fists clenched and his teeth clenched.

Stopping mid conversation with his butler Vincent, Brandon turns his head and looks at Tank, flailing his arms out to his sides.


Brandon Banks: Uh, what?

Banks turns in his chair, grabbing a stack of papers from his desk.

Brandon Banks: Well, right now I’m not playing anything. Me and Vincent over here tryna find out where Anya is so she can handle this paperwork.

He lets go of the papers, turning to Vincent and motioning for him to exit the room.

Brandon Banks: And it’s Mister Banks, Tank. You know what?

Brandon scratches his chin, thinking something over in his head.

Brandon Banks: I don’t really like the sound of that. Make it Emperor Banks.

#TankGlare

Tank: Brandon knows damn well what. Why in the hell did Brandon make that match? Tank gets that just like everyone else Brandon hates Tank but guess what Mister Banks?

He crosses his arms and hits the #TankSmirk

Tank: Well done on making the match, really good of Brandon to do so.

Tanks stands there clapping sarcastically. Banks squints his eyes, shaking his from left to right.

Brandon Banks: Tank… I do not freaking hate you. I never have and I never will despite all the shit you say about me. It bothers me that you turned your back on me when I never did anything to you.

He stands up from his seat, pointing his index finger at Tank.

Brandon Banks: Me, Risky, and Ronnie been the only three people who stood by your side no matter what, and what do you do? You turn on all of us.

Clearly bothered, Banks sits back down, shrugging his shoulders.

Brandon Banks: This match you’re in has nothing to do with any of that. This match is about respect? All y’all been disrespecting me. Disrespecting Risky. Disrespecting everything we do for you in HKW.

He pauses, a small grin appearing on his features.

Brandon Banks: This is about respect, Tank. A lesson in respect. And if I gotta use RIP to teach y’all some freaking respect, so be it.

He pauses, leaning back on his chair.

Brandon Banks: You’re not the only one who’s gon’ get taught a lesson, so don’t think we’re singling you out. RIP just wanted you first because you got they boy ran over by a car. Revenge or some shit.

Tank just shakes his head no emotion on his face at all.

Tank: Tank doesn’t care anymore. Tank turned Tank’s back because it’s better to cut ties with people before they stab Tank in the back. The only one Tank can trust is Havana. Tank appreciates what Risky, Ronnie and Brandon did but shits changed now.

He was starting to calm down a little as he run his hand over his head.

Tank: Respect? Brandon really thinks putting Tank in this match is going to make Tank respect Brandon? Maybe it will but Tank believe it or not respects the chance Brandon, Risky and HKW have given Tank but Tank isn’t kissing ass any more.

He pauses before looking straight at Brandon.

Tank: Tank is annoyed this match got made but don’t mistake that for tank being scared because Tank isn’t scared. The old Tank may have been but as Tank has said before Tank has changed. Tank is going to use this match to Tank’s advantage. Tank is going to not only prove to RIP but to everyone that Tank ain’t afraid of a fight and will never stay down.

Tank walks closer to the desk sitting down in the chair making sure to watch Brandon at all times.

Tank: Hell Tank knows Tank is going to get hurt in this match but as they say what doesn’t kill people makes them stronger. The only way RIP or anyone is going to stop Tank from rising is to kill Tank and good luck with that.

Leaning back in the chair Tank starts laughing. Banks crosses his arms, a smirk appearing on his face.

Brandon Banks: See? You’re already learning.

Banks leans up from his chair, and pats himself on the back.

Brandon Banks: You’re doin’ a good job, B. A damn good job.

Grinning, Banks looks back over at Tank and lets out a sigh.

Brandon Banks: Sounds like you already know what you gotta do, don’t it?

Tank gets up from the chair and heads to the door and stops at it turning back to face Brandon.

Tank: Tank can finally see that Brandon did this for a reason. Don’t think that Tank is getting soft on Brandon cause Tank isn’t like that anymore. Tank is here in HKW to fight, if that means having to compete in handicap matches then so be it.

With that said Tank doesn’t hang around and heads off out of the office closing the door behind him. Banks smirks, nodding his head.

Brandon Banks: Really don’t think it’s gonna be much of a handicap match with all the people they’ve pissed off. I guess we’ll see.

With that, the scene transitions back to ringside.

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The scene fades into the Elk Bar & Grill as people are seen around the either having a bite or a drink just enjoying themselves. Several members of the Reapers In Pride are also seen hanging out at the bar as the doors are seen swinging open. In steps Reapers President, Lance Winters who looks around the restaurant with a smirk on his face. Members of the biker club hold up their drinks saluting him and he nods. He points toward a set of black doors with Grim Reaper engravings.

Lance Winters: The Morgue. Five minutes!

Lance turns towards the hallway leading to the managers office as R.I.P. members to towards the room to walk inside. Prospect Zakk Lewis tries to enter but is put to a stop by Leifi Maivia. Zakk moaps back to the bar disappointed by not being able to enter the meeting room with the others. Gambino is seen a few steps behind Zakk, wearing his R.I.P cut, pulling Zakk back towards him.

Gambino: Aye nigga, you got that tablet on you?

Zakk reaches into his cut and pulls out a 8" Google Nexus.

Gambino: Gambino.

Zakk looks around nervous as to he didn't know what was going to happen next.

Gambino: Get the homie VP on Skype real quick. When you do come in and give to me aight. And don't you dare say shit when you come up in there aight.

Zakk nods as Gambino walks towards the Morgue. A couple of minutes later Lance is seen walking towards the Morgue as he sees Zakk messing with the tablet.

Lance Winters: Prospect, get me a drink when you come in with that okay?

Zakk nods and Lance enters the room as members are seen sitting on the sides in order by their ranks in the club. The seat by the chair at the end is seen empty as Lance grinds his teeth a little bit. He then looks around and smiles holding up his arms.

Lance Winters: FELLAS?! Welcome back to a nice day at THE MORGUE! As you can see we have a bit of a sausage fest going on but HEY! That's okay! I have to admit...We're quite pretty!

He chuckles a little walking towards the end of the table. He pats D.C. on the shoulder before sitting down and sits back with a smile on his face.

Lance Winters: I have to admit...I'm real happy about this group. This cabinet. IT'S WHAT I CALL PERFECTION!

His smile begins to fade away.

Lance Winters: But let's get to what the fuck we came here for.

Lance looks over to the empty seat.

Lance Winters: You guys saw what happen to our Vice President. And I swear to the burning soul of Satan himself...I want this fuck dead. I want every single inch of their intestines wrapped around their neck and hung off of a fucking telephone pole. I want them....

He bangs his fist on the table.

Lance Winters: I WANT THEM DAMNIT! I am not going to rest. I am not going to calm the fuck down. I am not going to just stand here and let this type of bull shit happen to one of us or anyone who we love.

Lance looks over to Chaos.

Lance Winters: Tell me we have something. I told that fat fuck "RED" that I was going to have a fucking word with him. And I'm going to do that...Oh yeah, I'm going to do that. But other than that...How is everything else? What are the other charters saying?

D.C leans back on his chair and flashes out a smirk before shrugging his shoulders.

D.C: I mean everything else is shit... the charters just as mad as you are!

He looks up at Lance, his smirk disappearing suddenly.

D.C: They think you want war, man. This is the type of shit that affects business, this could have our buyers not making any purchases.

Lance pounds his fist on the table again.

Lance Winters: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! Who ever was in that fucking car is going to feel the Reaper's wrath. I am going to make them welcome death into their life. If the fucking wanna be gangsters don't want to buy the best fucking pounds of cocaine, oxy, weed, heroine or our very own special batch of CRACK...FINE! Then they won't make any fucking money. GET FOR FUCKING THEM. If no fucking pervert wants to get their dick wet by one of our girls...OH FUCKING WELL. If they don't want to buy our guns. Oh well....I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. No one is getting SHIT ELSE from us until this fuck is dead.

The camera pans around the table getting each individual members reactions. The camera stops on Gambino and shows him turning his shoulder, looking for someone in particular. Zakk Lewis enters the room with a box of donuts in one hand, and two mugs of beer in the other. He drops the donuts in front of Gambino's face and then walks the beers over to D.C. and Winters before taking a seat next to Gambino.

Gambino: (Whispering) Man, what the fuck took you so long, breh? I done told you I had the munchies like a mawfucka and you over here playin'.

Gambino shakes his head as Lewis anxiously looks out in front of him while Gambino takes a bite out of a donut.


Gambino: You got that jawn still?

Lewis nods his head vigorously and hands the Nexus to Gambino.

Gambino: Good. Now get yo punk ass out that seat fo' I slap you out the shit... Lil bitch.

Zakk frowns as the other members of RIP began laughing at Zakk. After fidgeting with it for a bit, Gambino shines off a wide grin, turning the tablet around to view the crew.

Joey Perello (via tablet): Sorry I'm late, boys. I've been a little... preoccupied over here in Italy. How are things on your side?

Lance looks over at the tablet with a smile.

Lance Winters: We're doing everything on our end to get this shit handled. You doing alright?

Perello nods his head reassuringly.

Joey Perello (via tablet): Great, actually. Better than ever. One measly Honda Accord isn't going to keep Joey Perello down. Not by a long shot.

Chopz is heard yelling "Hear Hear" in the background, raising his beer mug in the air.

Joey Perello (via tablet): My only complaint is that I'm going to have to wrestle with this cast for a few weeks.

He raises his right arm and shows the crew the black cast around it.

Joey Perello (via tablet): Who knows? It might not even be such a bad thing.

Lance clears his throat.

Lance Winters: Well, now that you're here Joey I think it's the perfect time to...Handle a little something, don't you say? Bridges did his job by selecting him for that fuckery of a team. And now I believe it's time the truth comes out. TESTIFY!

Lance takes a swig from his beer.

Lance Winters: PROSPECT!

Zakk rushes into the room nearly tripping on his own shoe as Lance facepalms shaking his head.

Lance Winters: Get the kid in here. And don't fuck up!

Zakk goes towards the door and waves for someone outside the room to come in. Luke Wisia steps through the doors with a plain white tee shirt, beanie, and sunglasses. He instantly takes the sunglasses off and hooks them to the front of his shirt.

Luke Wisia: Reapers..

Lance stands up with his hands up.

Lance Winters: LUKE MY BOY!

He begins to clap with a smile on his face.

Lance Winters: Luke you played your part so well. SO FUCKING WELL! SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN AN OSCAR! MY GOD!

Luke shakes hands with Lance and begins to dap up the rest of the Reapers at the table. When he gets around to Jayden, he gives him a little bro-hug before turning back to the table with a small laugh.

Luke Wisia: Milo ain't even see that shit comin'. Hell, neither did either team. Just lemme know who is next, and consider that shit done.

Lance laughs and pulls out a leather vest.

Lance Winters: All that can wait...

He tosses him the cut as Luke stares at it with a tight grip, eyes glistening and hungry.

Lance Winters: Gentlemen, say hello to our new Prospect!

All the men hold up their glasses.

Lance Winters: These fuckers aren't going to know what hit them.

The all laugh and the scene begins to fade away.

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"Final Prayer" by Hatebreed plays over the sound system, with a few shots of pyro flying into the air. Tank comes out onto the top of the entrance ramp, holding a subway sandwich in one hand and bottle of water in the other hand, wearing nothing but his singlet and ring boots.

#TankSmirk

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


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

#TANKSMASH!

"But as life comes from the earth
It must return to the ash
Cleanse ourselves of those vile traits
And crawl back from annihilation
Worthless
We shatter lives
Ruthless
We decimate the earth"



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


He snaps out of his zone, and becomes focused on the task at hand, slamming down at the ring steps before walking up them. He walks midway across and looks at the crowd, pounding his chest over and over again.

"Final prayer
Final Prayer for the human race, we know our time is running out
Millions of people will suffer and die; by the hands of those in power
Final prayer
Final prayer for the human race
You must bow to your knees and repent for the human race"


He then gets into the ring and stares the referee down into the corner.


"Awakened
To the blood stained face
For a world that can not be changed
Forever reminded
Of a nightmare that is every passing day"


Tank then stretches out as he prepares for the match. Tank looking more pumped than ever but his attention was taken away from that when he heard..


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 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.


Sadee Sanderson McLean: At a combined weight of 705lbs ,Chopz, D.C. and Leifi Maivia... THE REAPERS IN PRIDE!


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.

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


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Ding.. Ding.. Ding..

With the sounding of the bell, the three men from R.I.P took their position except for D.C. who decided amongst the three of them will be beginning the match for his team as Tank is being seen in the background smiling big with a certain confidence beaming from him. Tank clapped his hands yelling proudly before the two men circled the squared circle once before locking up with one another. Using his strength, Tank easily pushed D.C. away from him and hit him with his patented

#TankSmirk

In some weird way, it literally pissed D.C. off and he at Tank and hit him with a flying forearm but it did not faze Tank not one bit. D.C. seeing this, bounced off the ropes and delivered another one and that as well did nothing to the 5’11, 300 pounder as he yelled out towards D.C. to do another one and as he fell for the bait Tank quickly reversed it by catching D.C. with a powerful blackhole slam before yelling towards the fans as they reacted with a powerful chant of their own. Picking D.C. up, he histed him on his shoulders before D.C pushed himself off of Tank and wobbled to his corner quickly tagged in Chopz who slowly stepped into the ring as a pumped up Tank begged him to step into the ring.

As both men stepped up towards one another as they sized each other up, Chopz and Tank began to exchange words to one another before Chopz pushed Tank and commenced to deliver a series of blows to the man. Realization came quickly as Tank delivered his own series of blows back to the R.I.P member, catching the upper hand as he bounced off the ropes and ducked under Chopz clothelines attempt. Coming back off the second wind, Tank delivered a spear to the big man, taking him down and got back up quickly, shooting Leifi and D.C. a look that caused the ref to play mediator as he stopped an enraged D.C. from trying to step his bounds.

Picking Chopz up by his head, Tank continued to use the momentum he had picked up to send Chopz flying off the ropes. Not having a repeat of what previously happened, Chopz came back hard and heavy as he hit that clotheline he was looking for knocking Tank down, dazing him at best. With the shift emanate, Chopz dragged the staggered man to R.I.P territory and tagged back in D.C. who worked along with Chopz to deliver a Backbreaker-Elbow drop combo before D.C. covered Tank

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Tw-KICKKOUT!!!


Tank quickly powered out the pin and even caught D.C. with some height when he pushed him off of him. On his knees now trying to return back to his vertical base, D.C. takes advantage of it and starts to hit Tank with various jabs in miscellaneous placed on his body including his face. Tank doing his best to cover up as much as he can, he returns to his vertical base and once again pushed D.C. away from him. With the brief moment to catch his baring, Tank sees D.C. charging at him so he does the same thing and hits the young superstar with a nasty full body running press before resting against the ropes, motioning for D.C to get up once again and as he does, Tank does it once again before elbowing Leifi off the ring apron as well as Chopz. The fans cheering as the two men were at ring side trying to get theirselves together, Tank took this as his moment as began to beat his chest. D.C. now on his feet and slowly turned around into Tanks direction and in a blink of an eye, Tank had delivered the…

#TankSmash

Not hesitating, he covered the R.I.P member..

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!

The pin was broken up by Chopz who started to go to blows with Tank and caused a brief distraction for the referee. With D.C. crawling to the corner and Leifi with his hand out, D.C. makes the tag and the Ref counts it. Tank still unaware, Leifi bounces off the ropes where Chopz had Tank up against and in that split second, Lefif delivered his patented Samoan spear to Tank and laid him out on the ground and looked down at Tank and shakes his head as he runs his hand through his hair and sent out a blood thirsty howl of his own as he picked Tank up and added insult to injury by delivering Malosi’s Revenge to the already down Tank and went for the pin fall


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3!!!!!! Ring the bell!!!



Winner: Chopz, D.C. and Leifi Maivia Via Pinfall (15:35)

As Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin sounded off in the arena, R.I.P celebrated for a moment before D.C and Chopz made their way back to Tank who started to stir a bit. Leifi with a smirk on his features decided it was time to send another message similar to last Defiance with one of the members of 420 B.C. D.C and Chopz picked up the wounded warrior as Leifi released another howl and the two hoisted him on his shoulders and assumed a neckbreaker position and the three of them hit their R.I.P finisher known as “Reaped” on the helpless Tank and the three looked down at the lifeless body.

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The scene opens up in the locker room of HKW’s resident ‘Rebel’ Gwendolyn Massey who was not only dressed and ready for action but was seen leaning against the wall. With a perplexing look on her features as the sounds of another person who dwelled within the confines of the decent sized room started to hum a very loud tune, which was semi off beat. Gwendolyn, a little regretful on the decision that she made, shot the female a dark look and it was almost perfect timing as the female rested her head back and looked at Gwen upside down and arched her eyebrow.

Erin Moore:
What’s up?

Gwendolyn Massey: I bet you cannot even hear me because your music is still too loud..

Erin removed the ear bud from her head and fixed herself to where she was sitting right side up and chuckled nervously and rub the back of her neck

Erin Moore: Sorry about that, I still had the music turned all the way up, what did you say now?

Shaking her head she just laughed to herself and rested her palm over her face and exhaled

Gwendolyn Massey: You never hear anything I say.. though, this is serious now. I am going to be honest with you, I am not a fan on bring anyone I associate myself with to any events because with those puppies running around and the bunch of idiots who dislike me.. I don’t have much of a fan base when it comes to the members of HKW. Not saying they are dumb enough to try anything, I know one who is; Darwin Ridley. Ever since it was brought to my attention that he has some kinda personal vendetta against me and not focusing on the HKW Championship or No Limits, I will admit I’ve been kinda-

Erin Moore: On edge?

Gwen Shook her head and a smirk appeared on her features

Gwendolyn Massey:
Never that, I have been kinda excited. Excited to do what I was not able to do at Defiance 5 nor Defiance 6 and that was rid HKW of the hybrid that exists in the shadows and takes up space. Hell, I have nothing to lose when I step into the ring tonight with Demento, Hell, I know I have nothing to lose when I step into the ring against Darwin whenever he and I meet face to face.

Erin Moore: Understandable but aren’t you worried he’d try some slick stuff and mess up your match and beat you down in the middle of the ring or something? I mean, lots of that happening around here as of late you know?

Gwendolyn shook her head and then shrugged her shoulders

Gwendolyn Massey: I mean, I’m only fighting Demento. I could see something like that happening if I were facing one of the members of R.I.P but even then, I’d be well prepared for them.

Erin Moore:
Okay now Ms. Best at what she does, if some shit jumps off.. I can’t guarantee I am just going to sit back here and let the numbers get to you.. I should but won’t… and that’s final

Smiling she walked over to the female whose attention was directed on the commercials on the television. Gwendolyn patted her shoulders and exhaled once again..

Gwendolyn Massey:
Shut Up Erin.. I got this love.. trust me…

Erin shook her head as Gwen picked up her Golden Opportunity Briefcase and made her way for the door

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The scene fades into the arena as the camera pans around the fans who are seen cheering.

Brian Mason: Man, oh man! I swear there has never been a dull moment here on Defiance!

Mark Tango: You mean like you on Platinum Lights? CAUSE HOLY FUCK?! YOU WAS SUCH A SNORE BORE!

Brian Mason: Oh so you think you can do a better job?

Mark Tango: ANYONE CAN DO A BETTER JOB THAN YOU MASON! For example...Lance Winters after he laid your ass out.

Brian Mason: Don't get me started Mark...

Suddenly the lights begin to flash green and red as Bout That Life by. Meek Mill feat. French Montana, Rick Ross and Diddy hits the PA System.

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


The fans stand up to their feet knowing just who is on their way out. As the music continues to to play it's intro the instrumental begins to play as the fans begin to chant LAX.

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


As the base drops fireworks burst from the stage and there he is, the HKW Champion, Emilio Vialpando standing there wearing a black LAX t-shirt, fitted black jeans with a pair of Kobe 9's and a black/red/green Young & Restless snapback with the HKW Championship belt draped over his left shoulder. He stands there as the fans cheers begin to increase at the sight of him even the LAX begins to take over the arena. Emilio laughs a little and nods holding up the "LA" sign before making his way down the ramp.

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


Brian Mason: A well deserved warm reception from our Philadelphia fans for the LA based HKW Champion!

Mark Tango: Yeah because he FINALLY actually won the title. Now lets see if he can actually own up to being a champion.

Emilio slaps the hands of the fans even chanting LAX with them. He gets into the ring and looks out to the fans who are all chanting LAX. He laughs as he is handed a microphone. The music begins to die down but the fans continue to chant LAX.

Emilio Vialpando: Who knew a nigga from LA would have a would have a gang of Philly niggas reppin LAX?

He laughs as the fans cheer.

Emilio Vialpando: Nah but fa real though. I appreciate the love y'all! LAX!

Emilio laughs a little.

Emilio Vialpando: Fans showin' me all type of love but I ain't a champion this company can be proud of right?!

He laughs again as he looks over to his belt then back to the fans.

Emilio Vialpando: Did y'all notice something? The champion actually comes out showin' his fans love unlike some mufuckas. See I would of came out before when I first got this shit but in all honesty I just wasn't the champ in my eyes then. Y'all know. I said it plenty of times bruh. PLENTY of times. And the funny thing is, lame ass niggas still wanted to talk shit bout it. Like it would of been any different if they were in either me, Cain or Jason's shoes. Fuck outta here.

He shakes his head.

Emilio Vialpando: But look what the fuck happen at D9. And niggas still wanna talk some shit? New niggas wanna open they mouths bout some shit they don't even know about. The fuck they do that shit at bruh? Niggas like that would catch all types of bullets from where I'm from ya feel me? Hell nah that shit don't ride with me. And then stupid ass niggas wanna say I'm stupid...Nah bruh. You lookin' dumb as fuck. Yeah you go ahead and claim you and Joey are cool. Wait till that nigga lay your dumbass out Shawn. You still gon' be cool with em then? And keep yo personal feelins out of this shit nigga. You feelin' some type of way you come at me yo damn self.

He shrugs his shoulders.

Emilio Vialpando: Before I went out there to win this shit I made it known win or lose I was gonna come for them RIP mufuckas. And that's exactly what I'ma do bruh. Niggas wanna come for me and the belt? Aight cool I'll be there to fight for it but just know if them Reapers come out I expectin' you to be on my seif in this fight. Them niggas ain't bout shit but them damn selves. The GM's done proved they don't give a God damn bout what them niggas do. It's only us who can take these niggas down. If we don't bruh...This damn company just gonna be under RIP's ruling and I ain't with that shit bruh. Y'all see what they done to us? To Mentez? To Cain? To Tango y Mason? To Maddison? To Hunter? To Kasey? To Prince? To Tank? Man this shit ain't cool bruh...If y'all don't wanna stand up to these niggas...Then fine, sit to the side being a pussy ass nigga. If that's you cool. But me, Gwen and Hunter bruh. We gon' get ours.

Emilio lets out a small sigh.

Emilio Vialpando: Ayo Jason...I know you listenin bruh. I know them niggas made you some bum ass offer for you to join up with em. Don't buy into that shit man fa real. Them niggas ain't 100 with what they talkin' bout. You saw what they did at D6. To the both of us. You know better then that bruh. Them niggas ain't genuine. Them niggas ain't real bruh. Just hope you keepin' yo mind right bruh.

Emilio takes a moment to look out at the crowd.

Emilio Vialpando: With that said though...I'ma see y'all at Ignite. Salute, LAX!

Bout That Life hits again as Emilio smiles holding up the HKW Championship in the air as the fans chant LAX. He climbs the corner turnbuckle holding up the belt chanting LAX with the fans as the scene fades.

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Santos: You people don't know who I am. That's fine ese. Just don't be surprised when....

Santos takes a long pause to turn to his left where the bathroom door is closed. His nose scrunches up and he starts to shake his head, letting his long wavy hair swing from side to side.

Santos: Shit happens.

The tatted up menace pulls a black bandana from his back pocket before taking a seat on the locker room bench. Santos wraps the scarf around his face, looking as if he was about to commit a robbery.

Santos: When I was allowed back into the general population, I told myself that shit would be different. I told myself that I'd set aside my old ways for the good of society and my own well being...well I just told myself that to go through the motions and get through the days. You get alotta time to kill in prison vato.

Santos gets up and leans against the lockers. Reminiscing about times past, he starts to play with his hair, looking down away from the camera.

Santos: This isn't about how I'm such a badass because I came from prison. Yeah they caught me with some bricks, but before that, I was just like the rest of you. Struggling in this wrestling industry. The indies were nice but they never did anything for me in terms of longevity...and quite frankly wrestling in gyms and small ass ballrooms doesn't pay the rent. Debo recibir pago.

He looks back up at the camera as a toilet flush. Santos looks out in front of him and shakes his head before looking back into the camera. He steps back letting the camera capture the mural of artwork plastered all over his torso.

Santos: No matter why I'm here. Whether it be for the money, or the success....or to just make some of you bitch pendejos bleed....just know that everything you see here is real. Nothin's a fuckin game. No juego nada. I a lot of you out there that can talk a real good game. You little gringos can spit out slang and curse with the right timing and not sound stupid, I peep ese. But behind all that bullshit you speak, I don't see none of you backin it up. I don't see no one really steppin up and being about that shit. It seems around here the idea of being a badass is having a security blanket of yes men in secret lairs. Either that or they pick their favorite PDW superstar and model after them. Everyone's so self-entitled and up their own ass. You'd think you all were seasoned veterans. You're all just like me...aint shit.

Santos lets out a chuckle before walking towards the other side of the room.

Santos: Yeah I ain't shit. I've done things some of you wouldn't be able to stomach. I've seen shit that you wouldn't even think people could conjure in their minds to do. The lowliest of the lowest of the low....and I love everything about who I am and don't plan on changing. Can any of you who constantly change the way you look and act say the same shit? Are any of you so-called champs happy when you look in the mirror and see the same mediocre motherfucker every day? No because you're all too busy trying to hide behind a mask.

A distant laugh is heard as Santos slowly lowers his bandana.

Santos: Don't worry, HKW. We can free you all....Just pay us.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a fans choice match...and the fans chose....A HARDCORE MATCH! Introducing first....

Santos emerges from the curtains in a black hooded robe. He slowly makes his way to ring, looking like the grim reaper to anyone already inside of the ring. He enters the ring and heads to his corner as he awiats his opponent.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: From San Salvador, El Salvadro, "El Cucuy" SANTOS!

"Damage" by RED hits as Shawn Taylor makes his way to the ring, pandering to the fans and slapping hands as he slides into the squared circle, ready for his match.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida. He stands at six foot, five inches tall and weighed in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds even! This is Shawn "The Weapon" Taylor!

Match Three
Hardcore Match

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DING! DING! DING!


The two men slowly circle the ring before locking up. Taylor quickly shoves Santos on to his ass, showing the power and weight advantage he possesses. Santos quickly gets to his feet and the two go for yet another slow lockup. Taylor goes to grab Santos, but "El Cucuy" ducks underneath it and drives a kick into the back of Taylor's right knee. Taylor drops to a knee before Santos takes a step back, then drives a knee into Taylor's head.

Santos quickly heads to the top rope and climbs to the top turnbuckle before awaiting Shawn Taylor. When Shawn gets to his feet, Santos launches off of the corner and plants a missile dropkick on him. Taylor rolls to the nearby corner before Santos drags him away from ropes and attempts a pin.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!


Santos gets to his feet and waits for Shawn to do the same. Once up, Santos charges forward...only for Taylor to lift him up and drop him down with a Samoan Drop to cheers from the audience. Taylor holds his chest in pain as he gets to his feet before grabbing Santos. Shawn the lifts up Santos before slamming him down onto the mat with a power slam, hooking the outside leg for the cover afterwards!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!


Taylor gets Santos to his feet, but Santos retaliates with an elbow smash to the face. Taylor quickly shakes that off and nails a headbutt that makes Santos stumble back. But Santos comes right back with a forearm smash...and another one....and another one. Taylor is now in the corner and Santos takes a step back before charging forward...only for Taylor to take his head off with a running clothesline to cheers from the audience.

Taylor quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs the top part of the steel steps before sliding them and himself into the ring. Taylor then grabs Santos and gets him to his feet...only for Santos to nail a low blow on Shawn. Shawn is keeled over as Santos grabs him and plants him with a DDT onto the steel steps! Santos denies trying to take a pin, but rolls out of the ring and begins looking for a brand new weapon instead.

Santos finds a crowbar underneath the ring and a smile comes on his face before he slides back into the ring. Taylor slowly gets to his feet before turning around and being met with a crowbar to the gut. Taylor drops to a knee before Santos drops his weapon and rushes forward to connect with a hurricarana on Taylor, sending him flying across the ring. As soon as Shawn gets up, he turns around to see a charging Santos. Taylor uses Santos's momentum against him when he grabs and tosses Santos up a few inches before planting him with a European uppercut before going for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Taylor gets to his feet and grabs his opponent as well. Shawn looks to go for a powerbomb, but Santos shoves him off before driving a low dropkick to Shawn's knee. Santos then grabs the crowbar and nails Shawn in the head with it, laying him out. Santos then exits the ring and gets another weapon (a trash can) before entering the ring with it. Once Shawn gets to a knee, Santos charges forward and connects with a spinning backfist that lays Shawn out, allowing Santos to go for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!


Santos gets to his feet and grabs the trash can before looking to aim it at Taylor's head. Shawn slowly gets to his feet and Santos quickly rushes forward...only for Shawn to drive a boot into Santos's gut, causing Santos to drop the trash can in his hands. Taylor grabs it and puts it over Santos, blinding him. Santos complains about the lights and such as Shawn takes a step back.

Once Shawn is in position, he charges forward and drills Santos right in the chest with a spear! The audience cheers as Shawn removes the trash can off of Santos before pinning him, the audience cheering him on while doing so.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEE!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match...SHAWN TAYLOR!

Taylor gets to his feet and has his left arm raised high in the air as he looks at the nearby camera and flashes them his right index finger before saying the number "one".

Winner: Shawn Taylor via pinfall (13:52)

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The scene fades into the backstage area as RIP President Lance Winters is seen charging down the halls followed by Man of Mayhem big man Chopz following behind him. As they both walk by several crew members just step to the side getting out of their way and if they was too late they'd just be shoved out of the way by Lance or tossed into a wall or stack of crates by Chopz. Lance doesn't seem be pleased not a bit about anything at the particular moment as he stops in the middle of the hallway.

Lance Winters: I know I saw one of those sons of bitches somewhere.

He looks around balling his hands into fists. As he looks to his left he sees a security guard walking towards the vending area. Lance smirks...

Lance Winters: Looks like someone needs a snack. Let's go give em one...Our treat.

Lance straightens up his cut and begins to walk towards the vending area also. As they enter the area the security guard is seen bending over reaching into the bottom of the snack machine to retrieve his purchase. Lance points over to him directing Chopz over to him.

Chopz begins to walk slowly towards the security guard with light footsteps. As he nears, Chopz smirk with a crooked grin before deciding to reach with his left hand, snapping down onto the back of the security guard's neck as the snack he had just recently retrieved moments ago had fallen out of his hands. Chopz growls as he has the guard up off his feet, about two inches.


Chopz: WHERE IS RED???

The security guard shakes his head, frightened to the max as he stares down at Chopz who shoves him up against the wall.

Chopz: You have one more chance to tell me where the hell RED is, or else you'll be part of the vending machine!

The guard takes a hard gulp as Chopz is in no mood for games. The guard points to the right as he prays to not be put alongside the Doritos in the vending machine.

Security Guard: He's to the right. Just, just don't kill me. Please!

Chopz thinks for a hot second before dropping the guard to the floor on his backside. Chopz walks over towards Lance as he nods. Lance chuckles a little before he turns in the direction where RED is believed to be. He looks down and laughs a little at the frightened man.

Lance Winters: Enjoy the honey bun, WE REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR HELP!

Both men begin to head down the hall and see a door that reads "Security". Lance grunts as he turns the door knob and heads right on in. As the two Reapers barge in they walk in on RED sitting there just about to take a huge bite out of a fried chicken leg.

Lance Winters: OH GOSH?! DID WE INTERRUPT YOUR MEAL?!

He places his hands over his heart.

Lance Winters: We're so sorry! But we just had to come see how the luxurious life of a security guard treats a man!

Lance looks back at Chopz and nods. Chopz then closes the door and locks it behind him.

Lance Winters: Now, my good ol' buddy here is gonna hold you down...JUST SO YOU DON'T GET ANY BRIGHT IDEAS! Because...We don't wanna hurt you RED.

Chopz walks over and slaps the chicken leg out of RED's hands. He then takes RED's hands and pulls them to the back pulling as hard as he can so that RED can't move a single muscle.

RED: FUCK BRUH?! WHAT THE HELL?! THE HELL Y'ALL NINJAS WANT HUH?!

Lance looks around at the television screens that are streaming from the security cameras around the academy.

Lance Winters: Oh, I think you know EXACTLY why we're here.

RED: NAH BRUH! I REALLY DON'T KNOW! CAN'T A MAN JUST EAT A BUCKET OF THAT KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN IN PEACE?!

Lance turns towards RED and looks down at the bucket of chicken and takes leg for himself.

RED: THE FUCK?!

Lance takes a bite.

Lance Winters: MMMMMM!

Lance begins to walk around the desk while eating the chicken leg and sits on the desk in front of RED eating the rest of the chicken leg in his face. RED licks his lips and is seen beginning to sweat.

RED: THERES GOTTA BE SOME KIND OF LAW TO BE EATING A MAN'S FOOD IN FRONT OF EM LIKE THIS BRUH?! I SWEAR THERE'S GOTTA BE! LEMME AT LEAST GET ME ONE BITE OFF THAT SHIT?! I AIN'T ATE IN 30 MINUTES BRUH SHIT. THAT'S THE LONGEST I DONE GONE WITHOUT A NIBBLE!

Lance tosses the bare leg behind him and wipes his hands on the shirt of RED.

Lance Winters: That was quite delicious, I have to admit.

Lance seems to have a bit of a smirk on his face as he says this but it quickly goes away as he gets ups and grabs ahold of RED's face so that his cheeks are now squished and pressed up against his teeth as Lance makes him look up at him.

Lance Winters: I'M NOT HERE TO FUCK AROUND WITH YOU RED?! YOU KNOW JUST WHY IN THE FUCK WE ARE HERE! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME THOSE FUCKING TAPES SO HELP ME GOD!

RED: MAN WHAT?! WHAT TAPES BRUH WHAT THE FUCK YOU TALKIN ABOUT?!

Lance Winters: YOU'RE STARING INTO THE EYES OF THE FUCKING DEVIL HIMSELF RED YOU BETTER START THINKING STRAIGHT OR YOUR LIFE IS GOING TO BE WELCOME INTO MY HELL!

RED looks around trying to figure out what exactly Lance is talking about.

Lance Winters: YOU MIGHT BE BRIDGES LITTLE BEST FRIEND AND WE'RE NOT EXACTLY SUPPOSED TO DO ANYTHING TO YOU BUT I'M FEELING A BIT "RISKY" TONIGHT! START SPEAKING!

RED: SHIT MAN! SHIT! AIGHT! AIGHT! JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS AND I GOT YOU BRUH. FUCK!

Lance's grip gets a bit tighter now.

Lance Winters: GIVE ME THE FUCKING TAPES OF PERRELLO'S MATCH RIGHT FUCKING NOW WHEN HE GOT HIT BY THE FUCKING CAR!

RED: NINJA I CAN'T DO SHIT WITH MY HANDS BEIN HELD BACK! THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SHIT?

Lance backhands RED clear in the face.

Lance Winters: WHERE ARE THEY?!

RED looks over to a stack of VHS'.

RED: OVER THERE BRUH! LOOK FOR THE DATE AND SHIT!

Lance stands up straight and looks over to the stack of tapes. He begins to search for the one he was looking for and finds it. He looks back at Chopz.

Lance Winters: Alright...We're done here.

Chopz smiles as he steadily holds down RED's arms behind his back.

Chopz: Good job, buddy!

Chopz takes RED by the head as he releases his arms. A quick bounce of the head off the table in front of him as Chopz pulls him back.

Chopz: You could've said that when the question was asked first.

Chopz gets the word from Lance as he stands down, as he lightly taps RED on his head before going around to the side of Lance. Lance looks at RED tilting his head with a smile on his face.

Lance Winters: I think we had a really good talk. Don't you?! You were even courteous enough to give us a snack. THANK YOU! We'll have to do this again sometime.

Lance opens the door as places the VHS in his cut. Chopz looks back at RED who holds his head and laughs before following Lance out as the scene begins to fade away.

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We check back inside the Hard Knox training facility where we see Brandon Banks sleeping at his desk. With his hood on his head, and one arm under his head, Banks seems to be peacefully sleeping until we hear a rapid knock on his office door.

Brandon Banks: …. ZzZzzZz … phew. …. ZzzZzzZzz …. phew.

Banks is knocked out until the knocks get louder. Banks raises his head, wipes the drool from his cheek, and looks around the room.

Brandon Banks: Mawfucka!

He hears the knocking coming from the other side of the door and ducks his head down before rolling his eyes.

Brandon Banks: Best be Day… Or like… Nero, or…. like… Someone important like that.

Banks stands up, then proceeds to stretch his arms and back out before taking a seat back onto his chair. He yawns, finally acknowledging the knocks on the door.

Brandon Banks: Who is it?!

There’s a small pause before the knocking on the door picks back up and a deeper voice is heard coming from behind it.

Luke Wisia: Ayyyyoooooo, B!!

Banks sighs and takes his feet off the desk, realizing his cousin Luke was behind the door. He creeks open the laptop on his desk and sees the "Angry Grandpa" video open on the browser.

Brandon Banks: Damn. How long was I out for?

Banks looks back down at the laptop and raises a brow at the sight of an old man destroying furniture and cursing up a storm.

Brandon Banks: This mans gon' give himself a heart attack, bruh.

Banks shuts the laptop just as his cousin, Luke Wisia, storms into the office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Luke Wisia: Damn, yo…. All that work, all that fuckin’ work. I had to fight that dude all around this arena for a draw?!? B… There wasn’t any fuckin’ people in the stands or anythin’. I was an opener like some weak bitch when I was the most excitin’ thing to happen in that battle of the GM's match. Besides Kayla’s bouncing lady parts, that match was all about ME! You think they wanna watch Milo prance around the ring like a tutu bitch all day? Nahhhh. They wanna see me kick the dude in the face and make sure he is shittin’ teeth for at least a few weeks.

He shakes his head in disappointment and looks towards the floor. You could tell in his voice that he was bothered as he spoke just above hearing level.

Luke Wisia: Opener, yo? Ain’t my fault homie wouldn’t let me in ring… What did I do wrong, B?

Banks pauses, looking his cousin up and down.

Brandon Banks: You’re bitchin…

Banks shakes his head, a sarcastic smirk taking over his demeanor.

Brandon Banks: You’re fucking bitching, and you didn’t even lose?

He pauses, his cheeks turning a softer shade of red.

Brandon Banks: Seriously… Is this me? Is this what I’m like when I lose?! Do I act like this when I fucking LOSE!?

Banks stands up from his chair, the pressure from the entire night clearly bothering him.

Brandon Banks: Luke… You have got to be kidding me. You and dude Milo went at it… Blow for freaking blow… And you’re coming in here…

Ten second pause.

Brandon Banks: Bitchin?

Brandon smirks as he takes a seat back down onto his chair and kicks his feet up onto the desk.

Brandon Banks: You do know you’re my family, right?

Luke nods, running his hand through his hair and knocking it out of his face.


Brandon Banks: So therefor… You know I’m gonna be a lot harder on you than I am others… Right?

He nods his head, not speaking up after Banks asked him the question. There was a fire in his eyes that you couldn’t tell was anger or determination as he listened to his cousin.

Brandon Banks: So why are you bitching? Of all fucking things, Luke…. Why are you bitching? To me? Of all people… To me?

Luke Wisia: My bad… You’re right……. Shit.

It looks as if Luke has been slapped in the face with what he was being told. Luke remembered a conversation with Felicity not too long ago where he was saying some of the same things in encouragement.

Luke Wisia: Me and Fel talked about this before, no lie. I been thinkin’ for a few days about what I was gonna come in here and say to you, like a whole speech. That shit doesn’t really matter now though. You’re right.

He looks back to the door, uncertain of whether he should try the conversation again or leave in with his embarrassment.

Luke Wisia: I been thinkin’ about what I wanted to do for myself, ya know? Bein’ related to you only gets me so far. So… I joined up with RIP.

There was an exchange of looks, as Luke bit the inside of his cheek and continues.

Luke Wisia: And I didn’t kick Milo just ‘cause he was a dick… I told you, just like I told Felbug, I’m about this fam. I ain’t been around for forever, and show up at the front door like some lil puppy. Nah…. none of that has sat well with me. It ain’t all about wins and loses to me.

Banks looks overwhelmed, a bit taken back by his cousins words.

Brandon Banks: Wait…

He shakes his head, shutting his eyes before opening them back up and looking Luke dead in the eyes.

Brandon Banks: Did you really just say that?

Luke raises an eyebrow at his cousin.

Luke Wisia: What part?

Brandon Banks: You think I’m a fuckin fax machine? You think I remembered all of what you just said?

Banks sneers.

Brandon Banks: That one fuckin’ part… Being related to me only gets you so far… Right?

Luke sighs, and looks towards the floor again.

Luke Wisia: Not that I give a fuck where it gets me. I’m just tired of always bein’ known as the ‘Banks Black Sheep’. Even when I showed up the area, everyone is all ‘oh, this Banks kid has entitlement’. Or ‘ I can def tell which family you come from’.

He looks back up and smirks.

Luke Wisia: Why the fuck does any of that matter? I don’t want people to fear, respect, or judge me cause of that shit. I’m my own dude. If they have a problem with where I come from….

Luke jumps into the air and Banks Shots an imaginary person.

Luke Wisia: Ain’t shit changed since high school.

Brandon Banks: .. wow.

Brandon rolls his eyes, leaning back on his chair.

Brandon Banks: People talkin’ shit bout you actually bothers you?

Banks pauses, looking like he was waiting for answer but interrupts Luke before he can say anything.

Brandon Banks: This ain’t high school, Luke. This HKW…

Banks pauses, you could sense there was something he was holding back, but he continued to refrain.

Brandon Banks: Stop actin’ like a damn kid, and man the fuck up, yeah?

Banks looks somewhat bothered by his own words as he looks away from Luke and stares at the monitor playing Defiance.

Luke Wisia: Yeah… I feel ya….

Without another word, Luke leaves the room and closes the door behind him. Banks seems highly annoyed as he hits his fist on the desk and stares at the closed door. Luke walks over to the wooden doors in the hallway and his eyes kind of drift off as he stares at the wooden texture. Luke narrows his eyes, like the door was trying to pick a fight with him.

Luke Wisia: Colton Sterling.

Luke turns around and kicks the door, making everyone around him stop for a moment to see what he was doing. For a brief moment he puts his fist up to the door before slightly tapping it. The scene cuts to black as Luke flips off the workers that were looking at him, and continues down the hallway.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following contest is the first match of the best of five series!

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. Smirking along the way she struts straights toward the ring, no stoping to bother with the crowd in attendance.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first... From Los Angeles, California... Aria Soliel!

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.

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.

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

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.

Match Four
Best of Five Series

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The match begins with Aria and Xavier locking up in the middle of the ring. Aria gets the early advantage following a snapmare take down, and then a dropkick to the back of the head followed. Aria hit a flurry of moves which included a lungblower followed by a standing moonsault. She goes for the cover.


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Not even a two count as Xavier kicks out at one. Aria lifts Xavier to his feet and rakes his eyes before whipping him into the corner. She charges in, but Xavier lifts his foot up and catches Aria with a boot to the face. Xavier then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, jumps off, and catches Aria with a jumping swinging DDT! Xavier makes the cover..


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Kickout! Aria gets her shoulder up before the referees hand comes down for the three. Xavier quickly rips Aria to her feet and sends her into the ropes. On the rebound Xavier jumps up and catches Aria with a spin wheel kick! He climbs to the top rope and soars off attempting a bodysplash but Aria gets her knees up. Xavier favors his abdomen as Aria uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She notices Xavier struggling to catch his breath and hops onto the apron. When Xavier turns around, Aria springboards off the ropes and connects with a missile dropkick! She goes for the cover.


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Th---No! Xavier kicks out! Aria lets out a screech as she grabs a hold of Xavier's head and begins slamming it back against the mat until referee Randy rips her off.

Aria starts to argue with the ref, telling them to take their hands off her. She starts to turn her attention back to Xavier, but is caught with a european uppercut, knocking Aria off balance. As Aria turns back around, holding her mouth, she is met with a snap suplex. Xavier dances back to his feet in some surprise, and Aria is back to a knee, then her feet. She goes for a huge kick to the face, but Xaiver ducks under and copes the move! It knocks Aria into the ropes, bouncing her back, and into a scoop slam from Xavier.

Xavier stumbles back on his heels and rests his arms on the ropes as Aria is trying to compose herself. He tries to pulls Aria into a quick grapple, but she forces Xavier's arm to the side and give him an elbow to the gut. Seeing Xavier bent over, Aria hops into the air and lands a beautiful Snap DDT that cause Xavier to tumble on the mat! She is pleased with herself and smiles to the crowd, knowing it did some damage.

Aria tries to go for somewhat of a pin, but Xaiver wiggles himself free, grasping onto the ropes. Aria refuse to let go of Xavier's leg as he stands up. He kicks his leg free and plants his foot right into Aria's gut, dropping her to one knee. Out of nowhere, Xavier nails a Star Kick! It sends Aria's body flying to the side and landing beside the ropes.

Xavier tries to pull her away from the ropes, but Aria reaches up, grabs onto the bottom rope just in time, and Xavier doesn't see it. He starts to go for the pin, and the referee gets down to count, but then notices that Aria has a hand on the ropes as well. He shakes his head and pulls Xavier away as he's confused. He didn't see that Aria had a hold of the ropes,and the ref takes a look over to judges table and makes a motion that there was no pin.

Low blow!

Aria sees that the referee's head was turned for just a second and takes advantage of it! The ref turns around in town to see Aria scooping her arm under Xavier and rolling him up into a pin!


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THREEEEEE!!!!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match... ARIA SOLIEL!!!!!!

The referee is motioning for the bell and raising Aria's hand in victory. Xavier is in pain as he rolls out of the ring and looks up to her celebrating. He shakes his head, unhappy with the way this one played out, but Aria looks as if she couldn't be happier with the result.

She points at Xavier and starts laugh as he walks away towards the ramp. He looks back at her and shakes his head once again, still unable to believe how he was cheated. Aria throws up her hands one more time before sending a small wink in Xavier's direction.


Winner: Aria Soliel via pinfall (11:27)

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We cut to the backstage area where we see Selena King standing by, microphone in hand and a bright smile on her face.

Selena King: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Michael Alexander.

HKW wrestler Michael Alexander steps into a view, a smile on his face. He is dressed in street clothes, obviously not competing tonight. The audience gives the young superstar a nice little pop as Selena goes to speak again.

Selena King: Now, Michael, two weeks ago, you lost in a fatal four way match and had the unfortunate fate of being the man pinned in said match by Aria Soliel. How are you feeling heading into this huge eight man tag match at the first ever Ignite episode?

Selena moves the mic towards Michael, looking for his answer. Michael opens his mouth to speak, but a loud roar is heard from behind him. Michael doesn’t get a chance to turn around as he is struck from behind with a chair to the head. Michael falls to the ground as Selena runs away. Wielding the chair? None other than Tanner Sands.

Tanner Sands: Think you can talk shit to me and get away with it, eyebrows?

Tanner tosses the chair and gets to a knee as he sneers at Michael, who is holding the back of his head. Tanner then begins to get back up to his feet and looking to walk away....only to come back and start stomping away at Michael. Refs and other small staff members rush in to try and stop Tanner, but he just growls at them.

Tanner Sands: Stay the fuck back!

Tanner then grabs Michael’s head and gets him up to both feet.

Tanner Sands: I’ll teach you to ever shit talk me again, fucking bitch.

Tanner lifts up Michael high up before planting his skull onto the floor with the S.S. Sands! HKW audience members are booing, but none seem to be heard as Tanner chuckles while looking at the laid out Michael Alexander. Tanner slowly gets to his feet and raises up his hand as he goes to walk away from Michael, only to turn around and spit right at him.

Tanner Sands: Keep your mouth shut and stay irrelevant, fucker. I would hate for me to have to do the same thing again.

With a smirk appearing on his face, Tanner walks away as the people in sight begin to check up on Michael.

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A camera appears with a live feed that is shaking and almost impossible to make out. A few lane lines appear in view as the camera swings back and forth. Eventually you see a sidewalk as the camera then flips around to show the face of HKW wrestler Hunter Werth. His forehead glistens with sweat even though it is cold and snowy outside. Hunter begins talking into the camera.

Hunter: I've fought on twitter for the past two weeks about how the bastards of R.I.P. keep jumping me from behind or performing illegal actions after the bell has run. No one seems to give a shit about the rules but me. No one wants to enforce the guidelines set forth in the contracts we signed. No one but me that is.

Hunter stops dead in his tracks looking to his side frozen in place. He waits a few second before he moves over and ducks beside a car. You can see the side of the car next to Hunter in the feed.

Hunter: That was until now. Since no one wants to enforce the rules, or you know... actually do their job... I will.

Hunter holds the camera up and makes sure it's recording what's around him. He points the camera over the cars hood and as he focuses the camera we see the bar that R.I.P. hang out in all the time come into focus. He scans the building from behind the car. He then pulls out a can of spray paint and begins shaking it vigorously.

Hunter: Time to let these guys know that I'm not following the rules anymore. If they're not being held to them, I sure as hell better not be. I'm making things right my damn self. Starting tonight...

Hunter places the camera on the hood of the car and runs up the building beginning to spray paint across the broadside of the bar. Across the stucco Hunter spells out...

#Hunted

...as he heads back toward the camera he sees a motorcycle to his right with the R.I.P. logo on it. Being a motorcycle rider himself, he knows the consequences of his next actions. He kicks the motorcycle over and it knocks down two or three others along it's side. Hunter takes off running towards the camera. He grabs it while still running as the camera begins shaking radically. The feed then fades to black.
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As the intro of "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria played through the P.A. system the fans erupted into a frenzy of cheers and after a few moments we see Gwendolyn come out with her hood over her head, covering most of her face as she dropped to her knees and slowly swayed to the music before writing something on the entrance stage. Finishing that up she erupted from that stance and removed her hood as she yelled at the fans to encourage them to get louder and more energetic. Turning around she extends her hands out as she points to the back of her hoodie which reads "Second to none, never replicated nor duplicated".

Sadee Sanderson Mclean: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing to you at this time, she IS the current Golden Opportunity Contract holder and the Rebel - Gwendolyn Massey!!

After making it to the ring, she stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place” and the HKW fans shout back “Hands Down!!” before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as Gwen raised her arms up along with the briefcase and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of my entrance music as she made her way to the edge of the ring and was politely handed a microphone.

The crowd was filled with mixed emotions but the cheers overclouded the chants from those who disliked the young female who stood in the middle of the ring, removing her hood slowly from her head. Hearing the chant’s of “Gwen-Do-Lyn” made her smile faintly before she moved the briefcase by her foot and the microphone up to her pink lips; motioning for the fans to simmer down a tad bit..


Gwendolyn Massey: Well damn, Hard Knox Wrestling.. always such an exciting pleasure to see you all; fans of the squared circle, the mouthpieces that always blows the top off the roof when it's Defiance time! How in the hell are we feeling tonight HKW Nation!?

The HKW Nation responded to Gwen’s words with cheers and chants of ‘HKW’. Now rubbing the back of her neck and slightly pacing the young female once again motioned for them to simmer down..

Gwendolyn Massey: As always, you never seize to disappoint me. Though, I am not out here for a social visit, that is in a couple minutes when I take on one of the inbred Darwin’s children; Demento. No, I came out here to address something that some might and might not want to hear. Per the usual, my tag doesn’t change. If you want to hear it, put your listening ears on. If not.. mute the television set or cover your ears.

You see HKW, Defiance nine, one of the most amazing shows HKW has put on in a long time has turned some heads and now has opened some of the rosters members eyes in the back. Alerting them to the pending notion that shit has officially hit the fan! Let’s take the Manger V. Manger match that happened! Team Banks pulled out an amazing win against poor Team Risky and not only was there an after party were some unnamed HKW wrestlers went and were exposed for the scum they are.. each member was awarded opportunities similar to mine to challenge the elite if you want to call our current champions that. Pushing past the ranks and asserting themselves at contenders. In the spirit of sportsmanship; congrats.

The HKW Nation began to chant ‘Team BB’ for a brief moment and Gwen rested along the ropes allowing them to have their moment before laughing into the microphone


Gwendolyn Massey: Yes, Congrats Team BB and I hope for the best with whatever you all do; not really but moving on.. Let me take you back to the main event, the one I was the special guest ref in. That very same match that R.I.P decided to crash and make themselves at home at ringside during that said match. Now, things could’ve been way worse. Mr. R-Kelly could’ve had D.C. or Chopz attempt to get involved in the match and be missing two members but no. He removed Mr. Mason from his duties and assumed the position as commentator. By the way, congrats Emilio, I hope you are a man of your word.. because I’d hate to have made a mistake. Now, I am not happy with the ending of the match like the majority of you when it comes down to how Jason honestly contemplated the thought of joining Lance and his band of merry men.. even contemplating the idea of joining ‘The Circle Jerk’. No matter how bad anyone wants the HKW Champion, is one really ready to sell their lively hood for it?

With Gwen asking the question, The HKW fans began to chant ‘No’ and booed at the very mention of R.I.P and dare we say the name ‘Jason Mentez’. Gwen nodded her head and then shrugged her shoulders


Gwendolyn Massey: I found it funny that you’d consider someone you’d beat down and sent to the hospital as even an asset. Though, that is not my place to sit here and criticize anyone when it comes to how they live their lives and want to progress in this what we consider the rankings. Jason, I do have a message for you though.. Do whatever you please, if you join them make sure you are ready for the onslaught that comes with it. Be willing to accept all the punishment and pain that not only I but those who are standing up to R.I.P are going to dish out. Not the bunch of people who want R.I.P’s head because their male cards were revoked. I am talking about those who are standing up for the roster and banning together to rid ourselves of a persistent pain that is bothersome. How would a wise person say this; you make your bed and you lay in it.. no more, no less. Cause I know I am tired of R.I.P, I know that Banks and Risky have to be getting to the point and I damn sure know that Emilio and the rest of the roster has to be getting there! HKW Nation, your reaction every time they are in the building is proof enough that we need to do some cleaning

The HKW Nation cheered once again and she raised one finger up in the air and smiled

Gwendolyn Massey: Out of eleven things that keep on happening in HKW, it’s R.I.P constant disrespect and thirst for blood and enjoyment of agony. I told Emilio this, I told Risky this.. and Now I am telling you all this; R.I.P listen up and listen good. After I take out the trash that has been a pain in MY ass for a while now.. I am coming for you all and I will make sure there is no more R.I.P. Lance, you and I still have a date if I recall, you pick the time and the place and you damn sure better believe I’ll be there!

She pauses and walks to the ropes which faced the entrance and tilted her head

Gwendolyn Massey: With all that being said.. Darwin, I know you are watching and I hope you weren't one of those idiots who muted the television aye? I heard from a little birdy that you had an issue with me. I heard that you still are a little angry about how I picked up some victories in the last couple of confrontations that you and I had huh? Dude, seriously? You are going to allow management to just hand me your underlings so I can run over them as well? My birthday isn’t until September you sly prick you! Nonetheless, get over it. I've been here day in and day out and now you open your mouth about it. How about this!? If you are so big and bad.. how about you come out here to this ring and I’ll kick your teeth in once again! How about it?

As Gwendolyn spewed the challenge from between her lips, the lights went out at that moment and with the mixed reaction from the fans and being lost in the dark, Gwen had no idea what had happened nor was about to happen. Once the lights turned back on, the HKW Nation started to scream and yell ‘Turn around’. Once she did, her facial expression dropped as standing in front of her emotionless was Michael Myers who reached out for Gwen but she sidestepped him and rolled quickly out the ring and backed up against the barricade mouthing ‘What the fuck!? You are not Darwin”.. as Michael just walked closer to the turnbuckle and the two stared at one another...



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After returning from commercial break we see Demento standing in the ring, pacing slowly back and forth with a crooked smirk on his face as he mouths some disrespectful things towards the young woman known to HKW as Gwendolyn Massey. Massey’s gaze did not leave ringside as Michael Myers stood there motionless just staring into the ring. The referee for the match standing in the same corner as her taking her hooded jacket and the briefcase and handing them both to a stage hand before motioning for the bell....

Match 5
Singles ‘Grudge’ Match

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The bell sounds off and in a flash, Massey flew towards the monster who was slightly taken off guard by her sudden advancement. She took it to him delivering a series of punches and kicks in sequence as she backed him into the corner. Not backing down, the referee starts his count before having to push Massey away from Demento who was not happy at that point. Massey smirked at the monster and motioned for him to come at her and he did not hesitate like she thought he’d do and with his strength he forced Massey into a corner and started to deliver the same tactic to her as she did to him a moment ago. Once again the ref started his count but it was Demento who let up on the female and backed away from her and lunged towards the referee; startling him and causing him to flinch

Returning his attention to Massey, he goes to grab her and she side stepped him and pushed him into the corner before kneeing him in the back a series of times. She let up on the strikes so the referee wouldn’t call her on anything as she then backed away from Demento almost enticing him to charge at her. He did just that and Massey pulled down the ropes and went flying over was the monster who hit the mat hard..

Using her speed, she bounced off the ropes and flew out the rings hitting Demento with a no hands moonsault before returning to her feet and started to rile up the fans and the returned her energy plus some. Picking Demento up by his hair, she was able to maneuver him back into the ring. Once both competitors were back in, Massey started to deliver another series of punches and kicks to the man while he attempted to get back on his feet. Mustering up energy, Demento forcefully pushed Gwen hard enough to bounce her off the ropes and she used that to her advantage or as she thought. Demento caught Gwen by her neck and quickly hoisted her up and slammed her back towards the mat via a devastating chokeslam and held his head as he went for the cover

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To his amazement, the young warrior kicked out and coughed slightly as she turned over to her side trying to regain her composure. As the referee held up two fingers, Demento went over and started to argue with him; slightly pulling his hair as the two went back and forth before the referee pointed towards his shirt and the HKW Ref logo on it. Waving off anything the ref had said, Demento went back towards Massey and as he went to pick her up, she quickly cradled him in and rolled him up

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THRE-KICKOUT!!!!

At the very last second, Demento broke free from the quick pin. Back on her feet, Massey awaited for Demento to turn around and with a loud WHACK, she kicked him in the head as hard as she could via a roundhouse kick before clapping her hands towards the fans ready to finish this match with her finisher ‘The Last Laugh’. Getting him in position, she did just that and laid the monster out for the most part in the middle of the ring. Going to add insult to injury, Gwen pointed towards Demento and locked her hands together signaling for her to hit her submission move on him and the fans agreed by cheering loudly. Once Gwen had his legs in hand and ‘The Blackout’ was locked in, the ref went to see if Demento was ready to tap

The moment that it looked like he was about to tap out, like clockwork, Myers sprung into action by getting into the ring and big booting Gwen right in the head which forced her to release the hold. With the fans expressing their utter disapproval of the attack by Myers, he just tilted his head and grabbed Massey by her neck and picked her up, holding her in place as her feet dangled. Myers threw her against the ropes and as she came back to him, he delivered a spinebuster to her before looking over her body and once again tilting his head. With Demento now on his feet, the two began to kick the female while she was down until a loud pop of cheers from the fans came as Massey’s guest for Defiance 10; Erin Moore came shooting down to the ring with a chair in hand which caused the two to back up as she stood over top Gwendolyn..

Slamming the chair on the mat and begging the two to jump as Massey returned to her feet and held her side slightly but still looked as determined to fight as anyone else in the ring.. the fans cheered once again which drew the attention of the four persons in the ring towards the top of the entrance ramp


Anya Hunter: OH HELL NAW!! Not on my watch. Listen here! Banks and Risky are busy tending to some things and I’ll be DAMNED if I sit here and let a match like this go out the window like that. Myers, nice to see you are back but if you want a piece of Gwen and..

She stops and looked at the female who stood ready with the chair in hand

Anya Hunter: ..... And the young lady with the chair in her hand, if you think you can handle yourself against them along with Gwen. I’m going to give HKW and Defiance a match they deserve. Gwen, it’ll be you and that girl Versus Demento and Myers, like.. right now! Oh and don’t worry about your little friend, she’s signed a check I hope her ass can cash by inserting herself in this… Restart the match!!

With that, Anya walked back behind the curtains and the four persons went to their respective corners as we cut to commercial

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Upon returning from commercial we see the wounded Massey against a fresh Michael Myers who has not stopped his attack on Massey since the restart of this match. Picking her up, she sidewalk slams her into the mat and goes for the cover

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Mustering up her inner strength, she kicks out the slam and she turns to her stomach and starts to crawl towards her partner for the night; Erin Moore. Hand extended and waiting for her to get into the match, Myers just stalks Gwen with his head tilted before grabbing her by her hair and hoisting her up once again, choking her. Within her struggling, Massey knees Myers in the chest as hard as she could which forced him to release her. Taking advantage of this, Massey bounced off the ropes and ducked under his clothesline attempt and came back faster and delivered an ‘Endgame’ to Myers as both persons laid on the floor motionless for a brief moment. Massey showing signs of life, she sits up, holding her side and looks over to Myers to springs back up and turns his head slightly to spook the shit out of Massey who lunges towards her partner and tag in the other young female who dashes from her corner to the ropes and off them and delivers a dropkick to the face of Myers

Knowing that wasn’t enough to keep him down, she begins to deliver a series of kicks to the man while he was returning to his vertical base. Once back on it, Myers and Moore began to trade blows with one another. Myers caught the upper hand until Moore kicked him in his knee and it quickly brought the giant down. Exposing the weak knee, Moore began to use a variety of moves on it in order to cripple the monster and it worked for the most part until she bounced off the ropes to deliver an enzuiguri and was caught with a big boot.

This caused the separation needed for Myers to tag in Demento who was more than ready now to get into the match. He scooped up Moore and slammed her onto the mat and bounced off the ropes and delivered a body slam to her before hooking her leg

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Gwen jumping on Demento forced the count to end and she saw Myers get back into the ring, injured Knee and all and made a straight B-line towards Gwen, pulling down the ropes, Myers flew over and landed on his injured knee. Massey using this as an opportunity, she returned back to the ring apron and ran along it and flew off it hitting Myers with a knee trembler in his head to keep him down before heading back to her post.

Inside the ring, Demento had Moore on his shoulders looking for a suplex but Moore began to knee him on the top of his head and forced Demento to let her go. Resting on the ropes, Moore rand towards Demento but ducked under him and reached her corner where she tagged in Massey and both of them delivered snap kicks to Demento before a double ‘Last Laugh’ and Massey went for the cover…

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Suddenly, the lights flicker on and off before shutting completely off and the fans reaction were getting louder and louder. When the lights returned back on, Gwen stood in the middle of the ring with no Demento but instead DARWIN RIDELY. He turned her around and hit her with his finisher known as ‘Riddle Me This’ causing the ref to call for the match. On the outside of the ring near the announcement table, Moore started to get into the ring but Demento and Myers held her off by standing in her way as Darwin looked down at the wounded warrior and got to one knee and pulled out a pair of scissors and grabbed her by the back of her hair and started to snip off a tad bit off the end before throwing her onto the ground.

Right when Darwin ordered the two to pick Gwen up so he could administer more punishment to the woman “Like a Wrestler” by Jacki Boyz began to play through the PA System and to everyone's amazement, London London and Veronica Rae stepped out from behind the curtain and started to shout as well as talk smack which drew the attention of Darwin, Demento and Myers. Using this distraction, Moore slide back into the ring with a steel chair and popped Myers in the leg with it bring him down and hit Demento with a good shot too before grabbing Gwen and sliding out the ring and over the barricade holding the barely conscious female by her arm. Darwin looked at The Diirty South before moving his gaze at Gwen and Erin and let out a horrifying chuckle


Winner: Gwendolyn Massey and Erin Moore Via Disqualification (20:56)

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After the last match, the scene quickly cuts to the backstage area where we see Selena King standing by with one of the members of the winning #TeamBB, Colton Sterling. Colton has a big smile on his face as he holds his envelope in his hand, ready to pull off the big reveal and find out what his title shot is gonna be.

Selena King: Ok. I'm standing her with one of the members of #TeamBB, Colton Sterling. We are about to find out what type of title shot is in Colton's envelope. Now, before we reveal your title shot, do you have anything you want to say, Colton?

The mic is moved over to Colton and he just keeps a big smile on his face as he raises up his envelope and waves it around, pretending it to shake it like a kid shaking a wrapped package for Christmas. Colton shoots Selena a sideways glance as he stops the shaking of the envelope.

Colton Sterling: I can feel the HKW title shot is in here. I believe that this holds the shot at the top title here in Hard Knox Wrestling and I believe that I will cash in this title shot at a later show and become the new HKW champion!

Selena King: Well, here we go then...

Selena lowers her mic as Colton lets out a deep breath before ripping open the envelope and pulling out the paper inside. Suddenly, the smile on his face turns to a look of disappointment. Colton lets out a sigh before flipping the paper around to reveal that he has...a tag team title shot. A quick shot is shown of some of the audience members in attendance, some murmuring at the fact that Colton will now have to face his girlfriend.

Selena King: Colton, you just nabbed one of the two tag team title shot envelopes. What’s going through your mind right now?

Colton goes to answer, but something...or somebody, catches his eye. Colton frowns as the camera quickly pans over to show…

Luke Wisia: What he would really like to say is this, Selena… “Thank ya, Luke. This wouldn’t have been possible without you and here’s my tag team title shot. Hell, take my girl while you’re at it”. Ain’t that right, Colton?

Luke smirks as he walks into the camera’s view and stands opposite of Colton with his arms crossed. Colton lets out a sigh and shakes his head as he stares down Luke, this being their second meeting backstage in two weeks.

Colton Sterling: And why should I be thanking you? Why should I hand over my tag title shot?

He looks shockingly at Colton, wide mouthed, and stricken.

Luke Wisia: Why? You that stupid, boy? What the hell did you do in that match anyway? Get a pinfall that I laid into your lap? M’kay… Good job, Colton. Here’s a title shot. What horse shit, yo.

Running his hand through his hair, he closes his eyes and tries to talk smoothly.

Luke Wisia: Ya’ll just lucky I didn’t wanna hang around anymore. Fuck that shit, my team was garbage.

Colton stands there, looking unimpressed or even unphased by what Luke just said.

Colton Sterling: That was your choice not to stick around. That was your choice to kick Milo Boyd in the jaw. Had the roles been reversed, you would’ve taken that pin as we-

Luke Wisia: NO!!

He cuts his hand through the air as he yelled and glared at Colton, making sure that he kept eye contact.

Luke Wisia: I’mma tell YOU somethin’, Colton! You ain’t shit, son! You get handed an envelope for the work I put in for YOU. And now?

He laughs in Colton’s face.

Luke Wisia: And now you and your cunt get to go head to head? Pa-lease… That’s pathetic shit, yo. Have fun with that, and lemme know how it feels to be outshined by your own bitch… you bitch.

They never take their eyes off one another as Luke walks away from Colton and the camera, leaving Selena in a bit of shock as well. Colton looks rather...angered at that last comment before he lets out a deep breath and walks away as the scene fades out.

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The scene opens up in the locker room of the “Passionate One” Kayla Callahan who is sitting down tapping the envelope on her hand as her gaze was up looking towards the ceiling. After a moment she lowered her head and just looked at the envelope in her hands

Kayla Callahan: Those people that were paired on the same side as I literally turned their backs on me. I went out there and did what needed to be done and at that moment when I expected them to play their parts, they turned their backs. I called it before it even happened. By some freak reasoning or because they all decided that because I was going to handle it, they would stay to themselves. Yet, I got my elimination and people like Annie and Kai remained last. Bullshit, but overall it was a win..

That's neither here nor there though. In my hand just like the rest of those idiots is a future contendership for one of the championship titles established in HKW. Already revealed was Annie, HKW’s resident little princess… who has the No Limits Championship contendership. That leaves my chances with the HKW Championship titles or a HKW Tag Team title opportunity.


She said as she shook her head

Kayla Callahan: Tonight, I have a chance to face off against one of the members of that crazy paring last Defiance; Kai. I am very interested in what you received seeing you did not even see any action in that match, you literally sat there and did absolutely nothing. For that, I am going to push you to your limits tonight, I am going make you earn your keep… and I am going to beat you. As for Jason, Jason already knows how dangerous I am in and out of a ring. I highly doubt I will have to worry about him but I will not underestimate him either with him still not deciding which side he is going to play for.

Kai, Jason.. tonight will be the start of my rise to the top. We have people getting pushed left and right that dare I say, I could beat and everyone knows it. If that means I have to sit here and go through everyone, so be it. I will make sure you both know i’ve been there in that ring.

She flips over the back of the envelope and she pulls out the sheet of paper and looks at it blankly before tilting her head and closed her eyes and chuckled.

Kayla Callahan: I see someone has jokes… So, I guess I might literally have to beat the living hell out of someone..

Kayla said as she stood up and sat the envelope and the piece of paper on the seat and walked away from it as she exited the locker room. Upon her leaving, the camera zoomed into where she was sitting and revealed the content of the piece of paper; It had no writing on it at all, just an ordinary piece of paper.


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Scene fades into the backstage with Risky coming into Brandon Bank's office.

Lyle Risky: YO! Just got off the phone with Vince.

Lyle looks around and scratches his head.

Lyle Risky: B?

A toilet is heard being flushed as Banks walks out of the bathroom inside his office holding his stomach.

Brandon Banks: Too much damn Dominos these last few days. Need to remember that cheese and me don't mix bruh.

Banks shuts the door behind him and sprays the office around with a can of Mountain Breeze Febreeze.

Brandon Banks: This shit smells nice though.

He makes his way back to his chair and flips open his laptop, tuning into the Sprite Slam Dunk contest.

Brandon Banks: Vince tell you to keep an eye out on me again?

Lyle looks around.

Lyle Risky: Mufucka did you wash yo fuckin' hands?!

He looks at him in disgust and shakes his head.

Lyle Risky: Eh, he said he'd front us some cash but he gonna need a favor from you. You in specific. Don't ask bruh I don't know what he talkin' bout. Y'all some closet fiends.

Banks smirks as he reaches into one of the desk drawers and pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer.

Brandon Banks: Washed, and about to be degermed.

He squirts some of the sanitizer into his hands, shaking his head at Lyle's words.

Brandon Banks: Me? I barely know that man, but shit... If he actually bein' serious then lets get this ish done. As long as this dude ain't hoverin' around here watchin' our every move... We're gucci.

Banks continues to rub the sanitizer into his hands, leaning his elbows onto the desk when he was finished.

Brandon Banks: Gotta pitch this jawn to Star before she sells PDW, bruh. I mean, shit. Hopefully she hasn't already sold.

Lyle walks over to the desk and sits down in front of it.

Lyle Risky: Nah, Vince ain't like that bruh. But I'll let em know we interested. Man...

He looks around.

Lyle Risky: Move back in with me bruh. This separate office shit ain't cuttin it anymore.

Banks looks to be relieved as he sighs and smirks.


Brandon Banks: Maaan, thank god you said that yo. I been thinkin' the same shit. Pain in the ass havin' to walk from one end of this hall to the other. Plus, this separate office shit ain't even fun. Boring as hell, actually.

Banks glances at the laptop before looking back at Risky.

Brandon Banks: We gonna have Red run through that wall and take it down? Shits pretty sturdy though.

Lyle looks over to the wall.

Lyle Risky: Could have Tank do it if he ain't in his feelins' listenin' to Drake slow jams. Or better yet we should just call up RIP. You got they number right? You are they top dog right?

Lyle laughs a little.

Lyle Risky: But yeah man. Get that wall down and just redo all this shit. Get a couple stripper poles, a crystal ball, a fish tank from that show Tanked. Yerp. Shit would be A1 ya feel me? Get a couple naked posters of Day in here. Yeah shit would be cold.

Banks shakes his head.

Brandon Banks: I think it'd be weird as hell havin' posters of my wife in the office, honestly. Would make me seem obsessive or some shit. Like that dude American Psycho...

Banks pauses, remembering back to the first time he saw that movie.

Brandon Banks: Fuck that movie, bruh. Keep the Day nudies on to desktop background like I do mines. Stripper poles, a crystal ball, and a Tanked fish Tank are def. necessities... Big ass word.

Banks sighs as he looks around at all the things inside his office.

Brandon Banks: Prob gonna need to hire some movers. That bitch Adella is gone. Jackson Strong's gone... Damn. Should kept them two around as janitors.

Lyle waves off the idea of having Dayshia as the background.

Lyle Risky: Nah, I got Raquel as my deskstop. Let's just get a Day sexdoll. Like one of them sex bots on Almost Human. Yeaahhhh. Make her just like Day bruh. Speakin' of Day I need to speak with her about some more locations for this club.

Lyle then sits back thinking to himself.

Lyle Risky: Just hire Shawn Taylor. Dudes a scrub. He should fit.

Banks cracks cracks a smirk and shakes his head.

Brandon Banks: Nah. Just gonna call Jackson Strong and tell him he's hired again, then I'll fire his ass again after the moves done. Fuck his feelings.

Risky nods.

Lyle Risky: Bet.

Lyle looks back at the cameras.

Lyle Risky: Gon' get outta here. Me and B got business to discuss.

The scene fades away as the cameramen leave.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is a no holds barred match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....

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.

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.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: From Reno, Nevada; weighing in at 205 pounds...LANCE WINTERS!

“Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hammers through the arena as Cain Morgan steps onto the ramp. He adjusts his gloves one last time then makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans almost entirely. He slides into the ring and immediately heads to his corner, where he methodically removes his sunglasses, jacket, tie, and shirt, placing them painstakingly neatly in the corner before doing some last minute stretching before bell time.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 223 pounds...CAIN MORGAN!

Match Six
No Holds Barred Match

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The two men quickly circle the ring before Cain goes to lockup, only for Lance to drop down and roll out the ring. Cain quickly follows Lance to the outside and begins a cat-and-mouse chase with him. Once Lance turns the corner, he awaits for Cain to turn the corner. Once Cain does so, Lance attempts a clothesline, only for Cain to duck underneath and grab Lance before hitting him with a back body drop onto the floor. Cain quickly searches under the ring apron and pulls out a kendo stick before beating Lance with the kendo stick on the chest and back repeatedly.

Cain drops the kendo stick and grabs Lance by the head before going to roll him back into the ring. Once Winters is in the ring, Morgan begins searching for another weapon and pulls out a table. Morgan slides that in before entering the ring himself. Morgan then places the table in the nearby corner, making sure that it is sturdy enough to send a man through. Unfortunately, when Cain turns around, he is speared through the table by Winters! Lance drags him off of the corner and goes for the pin!

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KICKOUT!


Lance lets out a frustrated sigh before getting on top of Cain and landing multiple punches on him. After a couple of lefts and rights, Lance exits the ring and checks underneath the ring for more weapons. He quickly finds a steel chair and enters the ring with it. He sets it down flat on the ground before getting Cain to his feet and trying to lift him up for a brainbuster...only Cain's weight advantage helps Cain reverse it as he lifts up Lance instead and plants him right onto the chair with a brainbuster! Both men are down.

Cain is the firs to his feet, while Lance gets on all fours. Morgan quickly runs forward to Winters (who is on his knees now) and lands a shining enziguri. Winters seems knocked out, but Morgan seems to want to do more damage as he exits the ring once more and checks underneath it, pulling out 2-by-4. Wielding the 2-by-4, Cain enters the ring again and begins setting up Lance for a shot to the head. Lance groggily gets up and when he turns around...ducks the 2-by-4, causing it to fly out of Cain's hands.

Once Cain turns around, he is met with a right punch to the face. Then a left. Then a right. Then two more lefts. Then one final right that has Cain on the ropes. Lance irish whips Cain towards the other ropes, but grabs his tights mid-run, pulls him right back in, and drills him with a forearm smash to the head, causing Cain to drop to a knee. This allows Lance to grab Cain and drop him with a double arm DDT. Lance quickly goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICJOUT!


Lance seems to be getting frustrated as he grabs the 2-by-4 and looks ready to swing it. Cain gets to his feet and once he turns around, Lance swings for the fences...only for Cain to duck underneath it. Lance quickly turns around and Cain runs and springboards off of the ropes before connecting with a forearm smash that lays Lance out and knocks the 2-by-4 right out of his hands. Cain quickly goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Cain grabs Lance and gets him to his feet before hitting a snap suplex on him. Cain, not finished, grabs Lance once more before lifting him up on his shoulder and dropping him right onto his knees with a fireman's carry gutbuster. As Lance lies down on the mat with his back, Cian heads to the top rope and leaps off of it, connecting with a double foot stomp onto Lance's midsection, aka "Apollyon Crash"! Cain quickly goes for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!


Cain heads to the top once more, frustrated that he can't put Lance away. Once at the top, he attempts a diving senton bomb...but Lance gets his knees up, causing Morgan's back to collide with them and send Cain to the mat holding his back in pain. Winters gets to both feet as Morgan gets to his knees. Winters quickly grabs the 2-by-4 and drives it right into the back of the head of Cain Morgan, knocking him right out and breaking the 2-by-4 in half!

But, Lance shakes his head in disgust as he drops the remainder of that 2-by-4, grabs Cain by the head and gets him to his feet before hooking him and dropping him with a spinning impaler! The audience boos as they know Lance has just connected with "Death Toll" as he rolls over Cain and hooks both of his legs for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!


Sadie Sanderson McLean: The winner of this match...LANCE WINTERS!

Lance gets to his feet, but doesn't allow the ref to reailse his hand, pushing the ref to the ground instead. Lance looks down at the laid out body of Cain Morgan, shaking his head in disgust once more. He pulls out another empty beer bottle from his jeans' right pocket. Wielding the beer bottle in his right hand, Lance grabs Cain with his left and looks to smash yet another bottle into someone's head...until the audience starts cheering cause Hunter Werth explodes down the ramp!

Lance quickly lets go of Cain and awaits for Hunter to come down to the ring. Once Hunter slides in, he tackles Lance and begins wailing on him until he rolls right off of him and quickly gets to his feet. Lance is on a knee as Hunter charges forward....only to be caught with a low blow. Hunter lets out a groan of pain as Lance, beer bottle still in hand, gets to his feet and gets ready to smash it over Hunter's head.

Brian Mason: No, not again!

You can hear a headset get taken off and dropped and the audience cheer.

Mark TANGO: What the hell are you doing, Mason?

Lance doesn't seem to be paying attention to the cheers until it is too late. Brian Mason, blazer removed, slides into the ring. Lance quickly turns towards Brian's direction and tries to charge towards him until Brian runs in takes his head off with a lariat! The audience explodes as the beer bottle flies right out of Lance's hands. Lance quickly gets up and is met with an uppercut by Mason that sends him stumbling back, allowing Werth to dump him out of the ring with a clothesline.

Mark TANGO: ...what the fuck did I just see?

Winters fleas as Brian and Hunter both stare him down. Winters seems to be furious, but suddenly, a smile appears on his face, showing the blood coming out of his mouth as the scene fades out.

Winner: Lance Winters via pinfall (16:25)

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The camera shifts backstage after commercial break, showing Kai sitting down in a dark stairwell, looking down at the yellow envelope in his hands. He hadn't opened it since it had been given to him the night where the teams for Banks and Risky, but his curiosity was beginning to get to him. His lip curled slightly into a slight scowl of annoyance as he glanced at the envelope, before speaking quietly to himself in his usual monotone.

Kai: Suppose now is as good a time as any...

He reached a hand up and ripped it open, before pulling out it's contents. Kai quietly looked down at the contract in his hands and skimmed it with a look of contemplation on his face.

Kai: ...I see.

Kai suddenly gave a small, grim smirk, before he stood up and tucked the contract away inside of his Trench Coat. He gave a soft, somewhat dark chuckle as he shook his head.

Kai: I almost feel sorry for them....almost.

Kai turned on his heel after uttering the cryptic statement, before he walked down the hallway, the tail of his Trench Coat billowing behind him as he disappeared into the darkness to prepare for his match later in the night.

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Ding.. Ding.. Ding..

Sadee Sanderson McLean: The following match is your Defiance X Triple Threat Main Event!


"Betrayal" by GangStarr hits the PA system giving everyone in the building the heads up. Jason Mentez appears on the ramp way ready and prepared in his wrestling gear his two sided shirt flowing against him representing his mixed heritage. The crowd gives in to boos as he keeps the 'prospect' cut given to him by R.I.P tucked in hanging from the side of his trunks. As he reaches ringside Jason pulls the cut completely from it's tucked position and slides into the ring with the denim in hand. Once he entered the ring his name is announced.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing from Queens, N-

The microphone is snatched from Sadie as in one motion Jason points her out of the ring.

Jason Mentez: Out bitch!

The crowd boos at the disrespect shown toward Sadie as she quickly makes herself scarce. Jason signals for the cut of his music and the bass drops from the speakers giving Jason and even more audible reading on the hatred being spewed toward him.

Jason Mentez: Man fuck y'all too yo real talk. No better than the shit I'm dealing with back there.

Jason points toward the back as the heat from the crowd intensified from his words.

Jason Mentez: Think I ain't notice the difference the moment I walked back there with this in my hand?

Raises the RIP cut in his hand before hanging it over the top rope where the 'Prospect' logo can be clearly seen from the top.

Jason Mentez: I might as well had the plague dealing with y'all fake asses. People that would give me the head nod ain't even looking my way. People I would chuck deuces at ain't even seeing me no more. Funny, ya boy makes a career move and everybody starts showing the real side. Y'all love Cain to death but the man ain't so much as stepped up at all for the company as a whole. Dude made more faulty moves than a escaped felon but he still in y'all hearts. That's why I laid his ass out last Defiance, one to many faulty moves especially the one where he thinks he can put his hands on Jefe.

The crowds boos pick up in his paused moment as Jason brushes the front of his shirt off. Jason laughs at their blind loyalty to Cain.

Jason Mentez: Bitch ass couldn't even handle long enough for me and Emilio to settle shit like we 'pose to. Whole reason I wasn't for him being a part of it. Fucking weak link gets pinned so I lose too? Another opportunity dashed on the heads of others. ¡Una puta mierda! Not no more....not no more doe. That's why y'all see that cut hanging from the top rope. You see RIP making these type of offers out to just anyone? That beatdown was a calling card from em. After all the shit that came with it, they wanted to see just who had a backbone out here in HKW. I have told every single member in one way or another to suck my dick and wipe the leftover from their cheek, as much as they didn't like it. They respected it. A man standing on his own two feet against a tribe of others without giving any less of a fuck. That's the metal of man, el jefe superior!

He takes the RIP cut and begins to fold it with one free hand.

Jason Mentez: Yeah now y'all wanna pay attention. Give a man his due when it should of been given long ago. Before I laid Cain's ass out...shit before I went toe to toe with Chopz in this very ring. Every time RIP has encountered me, they've fought against a grown ass man. I'm here to get what I can by any means necessary...Lance talking bout his word. That's all a man has in this world. Hacer lo que es mejor para mí!! Wreckless! Kayla...Kai...it's just the way I do business. Any means, fuck the rest.

He places the cut down gently near his corner of the ring and hands the mic down back to Sadie to apprehensively stands to take it.

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

"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai slowly walks out on stage and slowly looks around at the crowd as they begin cheering, before he quickly starts walking down the isle to the ring.

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

He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, then crosses his arms as he awaits his opponent.

The lights dim as the intro of 'Never Never' by Korn sounds through the arena speakers. After a few moments, Kayla walks out and she points out to all of the fans before blowing a kiss to them and starts making her way down to the ring. Slapping a few hands on the way there, she pauses and kisses the forehead of one of the fans before smiling.


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

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

“Betrayal” by Gangstarr begins playing over the speakers.


“Scandalous, Money, Greed, and Lust...in this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust.”

The laid back beat bumps as the crowd sees Jason Mentez walking straight from the back. He walks down the ramp not acknowledging the crowd or any of the sounds from people around him.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Now coming to the ring from Queens, New York. Standing at 6'1" weighing 218 pounds. He is Wreckless...Malicious...Jason Mentez!!!

He just bobs his head, taking his time listening to the music thats close to his heart. After the slow stroll he rolls into the ring and takes off his dual flag shirt completely aloof and detached from the moment awaiting the bell to ring.


Main Event
Triple Threat


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Ding.. Ding.. Ding..

At the sound of the bell, the three competitors began to circle around the ring before Mentez turned his attention onto Kai who already saw it coming and met him halfway and the two began to exchange lefts and rights. Kai, obtaining the upper hand for a brief moment went for an irish whip but Jason quickly reversed it and kicked Kai in the gut before hitting him in his back with a strong elbow. From behind though, Callahan comes in with a double forearm smash to the back of the head of Mentez, throwing him off guard. Kai now back to his vertical picked up Mentez and delivered a quick snap suplex before picking him up once again, placing him this time in a headlock. Callahan with the assist, the two deliver a double suplex to Mentez before returning to their vertical and have a stare down of their own. Momentary, Callahan began to exchange words with Kai who did not entertain her but when Callahan slapped him in the face, it gained his attention. Hesitating for a moment due to the fans reaction, he returned the slap he was given right back to her. Instead of playing off the crowd, Callahan took it straight to Kai as the two began to brawl with one another. A mixture of high blows and midsection knees were seen by Callahan as she backed Kai into the corner. The referee was on the scene quickly as he began his count for her to back off of him. At the point where the count reached three, Mentez shoved the referee out of the way and pulled Callahan off of Kai causing her to flip on her back and into a crouching position. Mentez mouthed off at her briefly before running right into Kai’s boot which connected with Mentez’s head.

Now on the second rope Kai noticed Callahan who took advantage of the dazed Mentez and connected with a snap DDT and to add insult to injury, Kai went up another rope and followed the DDT up with a personal signature top rope swandive headbutt and went for the first cover of the match

One….

TW-

It was broken up by Kayla who shot Kai a dark look. As Kai attempted to get back to his vertical base, Callahan quickly connected her boot with the side of his head via buzzsaw kick which resulted in Kai sitting on his legs in a sense and she began to deliver a series of kicks to his chest before backing up and with the fans anticipation waiting for the last buzzsaw kick, she went for it but Kai ducked under her leg and went for the roll up

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Two….





KICKOUT!

Powering out of the pin, Callahan and Kai quickly made it back up to their feet and began exchanging blows yet again but this time Kai took the advantage and whips her off the ropes but Callahan using that speed, ducks under Kai’s clotheline attempt and bounced off the other set of ropes. Upon coming back towards Kai, he jumps over Kayla and quickly turns around as she bounces off the ropes one more time. Kai catches her and delivers the Kai-plex on her and goes for the pin

One….


TWO….


TH-

It was broken up by a furious Mentez who straddled Kai and began to deliver a barrage of shots to the mans face. Kai putting up his guard to block a few of them. The referee backing Mentez off of Kai, the two get into a slight argument with the referee showing Mentez the insignia on his shirt. Mentez rolling his eyes pushes the referee out of his way and picks Kai up by his hair and points at him. The reaction from the HKW fans was something he already knew it was going to be; boos. He chuckled to himself as he put Kai on his shoulders and with an excellent display of strength walked over to the turnbuckle and delivered a vicious brainbuster to him. The fans were getting more riled up as a barrage of Boos and Kai chants filled the arena. Mentez hearing this decided to add a little more fuel to the already burning fire by dragging Kai to the bottom rope and slid out the ring. Mentez pointed to the Kai and mouthed off to some of the fans before running towards Kai head and delivered his own boot to it.

Feeling very proud of what he just did, he turned his back to the ring and got in the faces of some of the fans and even had slight arguments with them. Upon turning around, he was met by Callahan via a suicide dive. Hitting her mark, Callahan recovered quickly as she grabbed Mentez by his shirt and threw him against the barricade. Backing up now, the chants for Callahan were being received and answered as Callahan ran towards Mentez and connected with her finisher The Rising Phoenix. The backlash of her finisher resulted in both of them now over the barricade. The fans were now on their feet as THIS IS AWESOME chants filled the arena.

Within a few minutes, Kai had shook off the cobwebs from Mentez’s attack and was pulling himself back to his feet as Callahan flopped over the barricade and returned to hers. Seeing this, Kai bounced off the ropes and flew out the ring on an unexpecting Callahan connecting with his Suicida elbow smash. Seizing this opportunity, Kai pulled Callahan up and tossed her back into the ring. Once back inside, Kai begins the process of dissecting Callahan by delivering kicks to very specific places on her body such as her arms and her legs. Trying to get back to her feet, Kai quickly set in the knee bar and the referee was in position asking Callahan if she wanted to submit. Fighting and clawing her way to the ropes she makes a big lung at them and grabs them. Kai released his hold after the count of four as he drug her back into the center of the ring and attempted to administer another knee bar. Flipping onto her back, she pushed him off of her as hard as she could which resulted in Kai falling to his back. Using the ring ropes to pick herself up. She charged at Kai who used her momentum against her by scooping her up and holding her in a powerbomb position. The fans knew what was coming next but Calahan wouldn’t allow it as she began to deliver a barrage of punches to the head of Kai who fell backwards. Hooking his legs from behind, Callahan took advantage of this and turned it into a pin attempt

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Thre-

The pin was broken up at the very last second by a wounded Mentez. The three competitors now back in the ring began to trade blows with each other. picking and choosing their attacks carefully. Kayla getting the upper hand on Mentez kicks him hard in the gut and then turns around and delivers a quick kick to Kai which left both men dangling on the ropes. With her sights on Mentez, she runs towards the ropes as he staggers into the middle of the ring. On her way to deliver another Rising Phoenix he ducks under her and she instead hits the referee who flies out the ring onto the mat. Leaning against the ropes reaching for the referee, she starts pulling at her hair knowing that was a mistake. Mentez who had returned to his feet began to point and laugh at Callahan who knocked the referee out. Upon turning his attention towards Kai, Kai kicks Mentez in his gut and quickly sets up and administers his trademark finisher The Kai Bomb to Mentez and goes for the pin. It wasn’t until he looked up and saw that there was no referee in the ring.

As Callahan and Kai turned their attention onto one another, the fans started to react but it wasn’t to them. From the barricades come rushing the ring were the members of R.I.P; Chopz, Leifi, D.C.and the man behind everything Lance Winters. Turning their backs towards one another, Kai took a quick glance towards Callahan and she did the same as Chopz, Leifi and D.C. made their way onto the ring apron, Lance shouted GO!! With those words, the three men attacked the two individuals who were in the ring. Leifi and Chopz on Kai and D.C. attacking Callahan. The numbers game quickly caught up to Kai but he did not back down as Callahan was able to create a small amount of distance between her and D.C. in order to Super kick him right in the jaw. Coming to the aid of Kai, Callahan began to throw blows at Chopz who turned his attention towards Callahan. Backing up a bit, she enticed him to charge at her. As he did, she pulled the ring ropes down and he flew right out in front of Lance who just looked down with his arms crossed. Kai taking care of Leifi threw him out the ring before turning his attention towards Winters. Callahan shouting and yelling at Winters to get into the ring just shakes his head as he removed his hooded jacket and approached it. Unknown to them, Leifi had recovered and had slid back into the ring motioning for them to turn around. Winters just smirked and pointed behind them. Callahan and Kai turned around and was met with Leifi’s samoan spear, leveling both competitors before releasing his thunderous howl.

The HKW fans expressing themselves with loud chants and boos as Winters entered the ring along with D.C. and Chopz and pointed towards the two of them and ran his thumb across his neck. Leifi, Chopz and D.C. picked Kayla up and delivered their patented finisher Reaped on her. It was slightly obvious that Leifi quickly looked away afterwards as he went and picked up Kai and the trio delivered a Reaped to him as well. With a pleased expression on Winters features, he reached down at Mentez who was still out from the sudden powerbomb and dragged him on top of Kayla and motioned for D.C. to get the ref up as the three men quickly got out the ring and headed over the barricade followed by D.C.

The fans not pleased by this display one bit watched as the referee came to his senses and noted that Mentez was in fact covering Callahan and began his slow count..


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Three!!! Ring the bell!!


Winner: Jason Mentez Via Pinfall (35:50)

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With “Betrayal” by Gangstarr sounding off in the arena, the HKW fans loudly begin to Boo Mentez who was being helped to his feet by the referee and had his arm raised. It was obvious that Mentez doesn’t know how in the hell he won let alone got onto Callahan.
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