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D E F I A N C E - 12
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HKW Presents...DEFIANCE 12!
Hard Knox Training Facility - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Saturday, March 15th, 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.

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With the HKW Nation still sizzling from the pyros from the opening of Defiance XII. With the theme music fading away, it was quickly replaced by the intro of "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria played through the P.A. system the fans erupted into a frenzy of cheers. 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 Erin walked out behind her and patted her on the shoulders. 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" as the two made their way down to the ring.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, and boys and girl Introducing to you at this time being accompanied to the ring by Erin Moore!.. Hailing from London England, United Kingdom but residing in Miami, Florida, she is "The Rebel" Gwendolyn... MASSSEEEYYYYY!!!

After making it to the ring, she stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place, hands down!!" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as Gwen raised her arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of her entrance music.With her music fading and microphone in hand now, she patted the shoulders of her partner in crime if you will as she looked around at the Hard Knox fans who were still energized. Before she could put the microphone up to her lips she was greeted with chants of

“Gwen-Do-Lyn”, “Gwen-Do-Lyn”, “Gwen-Do-Lyn”

Taking in the feeling, she just shrugged her shoulders and allowed the fans to have their moment by chanting her name. Motioning for them to calm down a bit, Gwendolyn moved the microphone up to her lips and just started to laugh into it

Gwendolyn Massey: Damn, Hard Knox Universe, you all know how to take the seriousness out of a moment huh?

The fans started to cheer at her words as she stood there shaking her head. Erin Moore who stood in the background just smiled.

Gwendolyn Massey: Though, I wish this was a visit so we all could chat BUT it’s not. Darwin, I’m sick and tired of you hiding in the shadows and popping up when you think it’s convenient. Get your backwood ass out here now! You have something of mine and I think it’s about time you and I had a chat anyways.. hop to it!

Gwendolyn said as she rested herself on the ropes and her gaze was directly on the entrance ramp awaiting for Darwin to come out. The HKW Nation feeling the same way as Gwendolyn started to chant “Coward” as loud as they could along with some other derogatory terms. A few moments go by and the female rebel looked down at her imaginary watch and shook her head.

Gwendolyn Massey: I suppose the coward isn't-

Before she could get anything else out of her mouth “Stay Ready” by Jhene Aiko began to blast through the arena speakers and out from the curtain walked the Director of Operations - Anya Hunter who just had a look of displeasure on her face along with a microphone in hand. There was a mixed reaction from the Hard Knox Universe who quieted down as she moved the microphone to her lips

Anya Hunter: Ah.. Ms. Massey.. how nice to see you tonight, hopefully everything goes to your liking since the kidnapping of your friend. Nonetheless, I am out here to make sure you don’t get any stupid ideas about holding that ring you are in hostage or some shit until he came out..

Gwendolyn Massey: Oh? That didn't even go through my mind - until now! No, I want Darwin out here front and center. I know the HKW Nation wants the same thing. Darwin is due an ass whooping or two and it’s about time that he gets it

The HKW Nation cheered in agreement as the young rebel returned to her vertical and crossed her arms. Anya just shook her head as she started to make her way down to the ring. Once there, she stepped into the ring and just looked at Gwendolyn in her face and then over to Erin Moore who was watching Hunter very closely to make sure she wouldn’t jump.

Anya Hunter: All in good time Ms. Massey, though.. what do you hope to accomplish if he were to come out here? Do you think that your friend would be freed? Do you think that you’ll be able to get some type of vengeance?

Gwendolyn Massey: Hell.. something is better than nothing and you of all people should know that… Anya

The two females sized one another up before Anya started to chuckle.

Anya Hunter: Fine.. you want Darwin so bad… I’ll make sure you get him. Mr. Ridley, if you’d be so kind!?

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


The arena goes dim with a red glow filling the entrance ramp as "Walking Dead" by Z-Trip begins to play. A large, green question mark appears on the Platinumtron, illuminating Darwin Ridley who comes out wearing his trench coat and a towel over his head. He stops at the very top of the ramp and stands still for a few seconds before he tilts his head and takes his sweet time walking down the ramp. Out from the shadows appear Demento and Michael Myers who slowly follow him. He drops down and crawls down the isle, staring up at the ring with his tongue out and a blackish tar pouring out of his mouth. He gets back to his feet and charges toward the ring, sliding underneath the middle rope, stands back to his feet and tosses his towel into the crowd. Finally, he closes his eyes, removes his trench coat and waits for Demento and Myers to step into the ring. As the duo does, the two stand beside Darwin and look around as the lights return back to their original brightness..

Standing at the ready, both teams have an intense stare off, Erin at Gwendolyn’s side as Darwin, Demento and Myers on the other. With the fans egging the impending implosion, Anya steps between the two teams and just holds her hands up.


Anya Hunter: Ah.. Ah.. Ahhh.. None of that now. You two are getting on my damn nerves and since Gwen has been doing ALL of the talking, Mr. Ridley, you do OWE not only her but the rest of the HKW Nation an explanation… like now

Ridley almost looks like he’s not paying any attention to Anya, his eyes locked directly onto Massey. Still with his eyes on Gwen, Ridley motions for Demento to grab a microphone as Myers stands still behind Ridley. Now, with a microphone in hand, Demento walks to the ropes nearest to the entrance ramp and looks up at Anya with a smirk on his face.

Demento: Master doesn't speak unless he has something to say. Master doesn’t speak for you.

Demento turns around full circle and points at Gwen.

Demento: And he doesn't speak for ---

Before Demento can finish the sentence, Ridley rips the microphone out of his followers hand and breathes heavily. With his eyes now staring at the ground, Ridley plops down and takes a seat in the corner of the ring, never looking up once while he spoke.

Darwin Ridley: It’s because you’re a liar, Gwendolyn. You are just like me. Just like Demento. Just like Michael. You’re a freak, Gwendolyn… and you’re lying about it.

Darwin pauses as Gwen just stands there tilting her head trying to figure out if what Darwin said out of his mouth was really warranted.

Darwin Ridley: Months ago while I was still recruiting that no good rat Kai, we have our first encounter. Even then I told you… No. I told the world that I looked into your soul Gwen and I saw who you really are. This…?

Finally looking up at again, Darwin grinds down on his teeth before speaking up once again.

Darwin Ridley: This is all a lie. You’re not a rebel. You’re not a locker room leader. You’re a freak just like I am, and all of this?! ALL OF THIS WAS AN ATTEMPT TO SAVE YOU FROM YOURSELF…. Just like I tried to save Kai.

Darwin laughs maniacally as he’s lifted back up to his feet by Demento and Myers, resting back against the turnbuckle.

Darwin Ridley: This is truly an ungrateful world we live in. Acts of kindness get frowned on, while acts of pure idiocy get applauded by all these worthless cretins. Acts of kindness such as us, The Shadows, trying to help the likes of the woman that all of YOU know as Gwendolyn. Helping the likes of someone YOU know as Kai… I see deeper than that. I know pain when I see it, hell, I live in pain every day of my miserable life. Difference between us, Gwen… I enjoy the pain. You? Do you ENJOY the pain like I do?

Darwin shakes his head from side to side, tugging down on his mask almost as if he’s trying to rip it off but can’t.

Darwin Ridley: You don’t, Ayana. Now… Stop fighting and let me take you to the promiseland.

With all that said, Myers and Demento hold their arms out as if they’re waiting for a hug from Gwen.

Gwendolyn turns the microphone upside down where the mic part is at the bottom as she slowly started to make her way towards Darwin and the Shadows as they now refer to themselves as. Anya scooping out what Gwen was about to do quickly cuts her off and just smiles.


Anya Hunter: Ah! Miss Massey, there will be none of that now…

Pointing down to how tight she was holding onto the microphone, Anya knew she was about to clock Darwin with it so she backed up

Gwendolyn Massey: For starters… I don’t need your damn help.. I need to kick your teeth down your damn throat. Two.. don’t you EVER! Call me by my real name, you don’t have a fucking right too! You come out here trying to sound like some kind of savior and claim that I need your help? Oh HELL NO! You've attacked me for the last couple of weeks, trying to keep me down and with what you consider trying to show me “your” way of thinking? No. Enough is enough and this shit ends tonight. Darwin, you and I have a match.. you can’t escape that.. I won’t let you. I’ll show you exactly how much I can endure and will enjoy causing you that pain you enjoy so much.

Massey said as she looked at the three persons across from her. Plotting and trying to time her next move correctly. Erin holding her jacket sleeve trying not to have Gwen do anything that would put her job at risk. Darwin takes a moment to think over everything Gwen just said before cracking a half smirk but quickly frowning afterward.

Darwin Ridley: You’re right about one thing and one thing only. We do, indeed, have a match. But it won’t be tonight, or any night that you choose, or she chooses. I don’t listen to people like Anya, Cynthia or Zero. They can place me in a match, but that doesn't that I will compete.

The fans in attendance begin to boo as Darwin steps in between the top and the middle rope, exiting the ring and standing on the apron.

Darwin Ridley: It’s not your time yet. Your sacrifice isn't worth it yet.

Darwin drops the mic and hops off of the ring apron. He rolls the microphone back into the middle of the ring as Myers and Demento continue to stare at their oppositions across the ring.

Anya clears her throat before standing in front of Massey who was slightly stunned.


Anya Hunter: Hell you mean you aren’t going to participate in the match that I’ve had set for you? Ha. Deeming yourself too worthy to face this peasant here huh?

Gwendolyn Massey: Hey!

Anya Hunter: Hush Gwen, grown ups are speaking… Now Darwin, you WILL be in action tonight and if you don’t show up.. I will fire you without a seconds hesitation. Since you don’t want Massey, I’ll give you someone who has helped her since day one.. if she doesn't mind. It’ll be Erin Moore Vs. Darwin Ridley a little later on tonight. As for you Gwen. It’s apparent that you haven’t defeated any of Darwin’s associates in a match.. at all due to interference and disqualification. SO! it’ll be Gwendolyn Massey Vs. Demento and Michael Myers in a Defiance X rematch though this time it’ll be you by yourself against those two. Show us that you are this “Rebel” you claim to be and defeat the opposition which stands in your way. Oh… another thing, If EITHER of you two put your hands on each other or have another damn confrontation… there will be ramifications for your actions.. I swear it will be

She said as she stepped out the ring and walked past Darwin and his associates before making it up to the top of the ramp.

Anya Hunter: Oh and Gwendolyn… GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING! The show will continue as always..

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As the previous match comes to an end, the camera switches backstage, showing Michael Alexander warming up for his match, throwing jabs and straights and working on his footwork. Already decked out in his ring gear, he seems ready to win. A sharp knock on the door is heard and as Michael turns around, it opens, revealing it to be none other than his best friend, Jinzai. Jinzai gives a big grin as he walks in, opening his arms wide as if he was gonna try to hug Michael.

Jinzai: MICH-AL! DUUUUUDE!

He immediately jumps forward and engulfs the older man in a bearhug. MIchael's face reveals a look of surprise as he's lifted off his feet momentarily before getting put back on his feet.

Michael Alexander: Jin?! Why are you here, man? You're not scheduled, are you?

Michael creates some distance between them and holds a hand out.

Michael Alexander: Also, don't do that.

He laughs in a joking manner. Jin pouts playfully at the distance for a few moments, before shaking his head and laughing.

Jinzai: Nah, I don't think I'll be booked for a while. I came to cheer you on, dude! Besides, you know the first match they're gonna put me in will be one with you as my Partner, Yo!

He paused, before he looked around as if checking for anyone listening in on their conversation, before leaning in for a stage whisper.

Jinzai: ...But I DID bring my gear...y'know...in case shit goes down.

Michael smirks a bit and a smile appears on his face.

Michael Alexander: You know, this"partner" of mine, hasn't even said a word in weeks. Not on twitter, not around here, nothing. He's been losing and been quiet about it. I've been preparing myself to do it on my own because I don't think he'll be much help at all. I actually have an idea and something I've got to take care of after we're done here. I gotta go find this tag team partner of mine.

Jinzai rose an eyebrow in question, before it suddenly clicked and he smirked back.

Jinzai: Find him, huh? A little strategy before the big match?

Michael nods, letting Jin know that he got it right.

Michael Alexander: Yea, some strategy. Let's call it that. Do me a favor though, have your ring gear at the ready. I have a feeling that shit will definitely be going down tonight. I gotta go though, kinda running thin on time.

Michael walks towards the door before turning back towards Jin.

Michael Alexander: In HKW, you've got to be on your guard at all times, it's what makes it fun and interesting. EVERYBODY has to be on their guard and prepared for anything and everything.

Jin nods, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face as he answers back.

Jinzai: Yeah, I know. That stuff on twitter and the last few shows taught me that. But don't worry about me, man. I'll find a way to stick it to anyone who tries to come after me.

He then cracks another smile, this one a bit more devious than his last.

Jinzai: HKW's gotta deal with the two of us in the same building, Yo.

Michael chuckles and cracks a sly smile.

Michael Alexander: They might have to start dealing with the both of us pretty soon….

Michael's devious smirk returns to his face as he nods to his teammate and disappears through the doorway. Jin laughs, before he sits down and begins going through his duffel bag as the screen fades.

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Ding.. Ding.. Ding..

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The opening contest is schedule for one fall!!

'We are going to make THOSE moves'

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

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing to you at this time, accompanied to the ring by Katanna Torres, Hailing from The Philippines by way of San Diego, California.. One half of Primitive Unrated- Katia Torres!

As they made their way down, Katia slapped a few hands from the fans before stopping right before reaching the ring. Katia holds her hand up for a high five from Katanna and she reluctantly gives her one as Katia climbed on the apron and waved towards the fans from the turnbuckles before getting into the ring. Once inside she waves to the fans before looking straight down the isle as her music dies down

As "Like a wrestler" by Jacki Boyz began to blast through the arena as the Diirtyy South enter the stage, as London stares down the crowd with her hands placed on her hips, she's greeted with a neck hug from Veronica. The two then go down the ramp, Veronica skipping, London just strutting.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Making her way down to the ring, she is one half of The Diirtyy South, accompanied by Veronica Rae, London LONDON!!

London climbs onto the ring apron, then jumps up to the turnbuckle mocking the fans, before hopping back down and taking imaginary selfies by herself.

For a brief moment, London and Katia got up in one another faces both participants talking trash with one another before the referee broke the two females up and ordered them to their corners


Match 1
Standard one fall With Manager

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With the sounding of the bell, the two eager females quickly went for one another, locking up early on. Using her strength, London pushed Torres back into the corner she came out of and started to put her palm on her face before releasing her and went to kicking Torres in the gut. Catching her off guard, Torres went to hold her stomach before London began to strike the Primitive Unrated member. The referee seeing this moved London away from her before she placed her hand in the face of the referee who just stood there speechless. Going back to where her opponent was London reached out to grab the female by her hair but was quickly reversed and Torres quickly went on the offensive by delivering a series of shots to the females body and head before whipping her into the ropes, upon coming back, London reversed her and sent Torres flying. Coming back off the reversal, Torres connected with a flying forearm to London sending her to the mat.

Veronica at ringside, yelling towards London to get back to her feet. Torres who was on her feet quickly went over to London and locked her in a headlock, attempting to wear the female down. As she applied pressure to her head, Veronica outside getting frustrated stepped up to the ring apron and started to shout at the at the referee who turned their attention towards her and started to argue with her to step down. London seizing this opportunity, raked the eyes of Torres who released her quickly to try to gain back her visibility. London now on the attack turned Torres around and connected with a signature spin kick and to the fans displeasure went for the pin after Veronica removed herself from the apron

One...



Two.......


Thre-KICKOUT!

Torres kicking out at two in a half still reached up towards her eyes rubbing them. London now back to her feet flipped her hair and shouted out “The Diirtyy South” before heading to the top rope and just motioned for Torres to get closer to her so that she could end this match. Within range, London went for her Across the Border finisher but missed her target as Torres moved out of the way and rested herself on the ropes. With both competitors in dispose at the moment. Veronica Rae took it upon herself while the referee was checking on London to skip around to the side Torres was on and smack her hard across the face causing her to fall back into the ring.

Catching the referees attention, the two began to argue as the ref pointed towards Torres almost about to eject Veronica from ring side but before he could, Katanna Torres came swiftly from the corner of her sister and jumped on Veronica as the two brawled outside the ring. The chants in the HKW arena were loud for Torres as it was seen that she had recovered her sight and both persons were on their feet

London rushing at Torres first, she ducked her and bounced off the ropes coming back connecting with a single legged drop kick.Standing tall and still favoring her leg from the previous Defiance, Torres placed her finger on her lip as she signaled for her finisher. Running towards London, she side stepped her and directed her to the turnbuckle where she turned Torres around and set her up to hit her Straight From the Philippines. Torres threw her off of her and ran towards her and locked in her Silent but Deadly submission finisher

The referee torn between the two brawling outside the ring and the submission in the ring, the ref watched as Torres locked it in good as she started to yell for London to “tap”. The fans on their feet as London began to lose strength in her legs and fell to one knee and began to tap on the thigh of Torres as the referee called for the match

Sadee Sanderson McLean: AND your winner is by way of submission... representing Primitive Unrated - Katia Torres!!

As Katia stands to her feet after the match, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her leg as Veronica Rae knocked it from up under her and began to attack it viciously. Locking it in a toe hold. Katanna rushed into the ring as she heard the sounds of her sister crying out in pain and forced Veronica Rae off of her and threw her outside of the ring where London reached for Veronica who was smiling proudly at her work she just administered. Katanna started to shout at the two as she reached down trying to make sure her sister was okay motioning for medics to come down to the ring

Winner: Katia Torres Via Submission (13:12)

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Entering the Hard Knox training facility is one of the HKW co-general managers, Cindy Parker. Casually dressed in her winter coat and a pair of jeans, she makes her way down the hallway, toward her office, tilting her head just a little to the side when she sees that the office door is open.

Figuring it was Zero, she continued walking toward the door, peeking her head in to see construction workers everywhere, with a large sign that said “Under Construction” on the door of the office. Inside there was a large box in the corner, around 8 feet high and 12 feet long. It was black on the outside, except for the plastic glass that covered the front of the box, like an exhibit. There was a large door at one end where you entered and the construction workers kept building away, and moving an environment into the tiger’s den.


Cindy Parker: Oh…. My…. Gosh.

Cindy doesn’t know what to think as she walks into the office and looks at all tools and equipment the construction workers brought. She looks into the cage and sees Zero McHannon bossing around the construction workers with a rather massive rock in his grasp.

Cindy Parker: I can’t even… I can’t even believe this.

She pinched herself to make sure she was awake, yelping out “Ouch” and realizing she definitely wasn’t dreaming. Cindy walks toward the tank and walks right in, making her way passed a few construction workers and right toward Zero.

Cindy Parker: Sooo do you remember when there was a wall here not even ten days ago at Ignite? I kinda liked that picture that was hanging on it. Did you guys save it by chance?

Zero smiles over to Cindy, more in excitement for the cage installation rather than the question in reference.

Zero McHannon: We don’t need any painting or pictures, Cyn. We are getting tigers.

He looks over to the cage and gives Cindy a tap on the back as if she was Gambino.

Zero McHannon: The cage and the tigers will have their own trailer they will travel in, so it won’t be a mess at all. Once they finish the box, it can be taken down and put together within a matter of ten to fifteen minutes. The trailer and cage will have their own sources water to drink or shower in, places to sleep, rocks to lay on, and a tree that they can claw at or climb. They won’t have any claws of course, and the ones I bought us are already trained they said. Either way, that glass will always be there to separate us from them so you don’t need to worry. The workers will travel with the trailer and set up the cage for us before each show and take down….

He looks over to Cindy with a huge smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye as he catches his breath from all the explaining.

Zero McHannon: Think of it like the Game of Thrones. We will have our own Direwolves per se.

Almost in shock over the fact that Zero had this all planned out, Cindy looks around the tank and catches Gambino sleeping on the couch inside the office with a bottle Grey Goose resting in his hands. She takes another look at Zero and shakes her head, knowing full how ridiculous this all sounded, but after watching Subversion, she wasn’t going to rain on Zero’s parade.

Cindy Parker: … I should really, probably start thinking of a name then, huh?

Zero looks over to her with a straight face.

Zero McHannon: I’m going to name mine Tyler Durden. If any of these kids want to get arrogant with us, we can send them in the cage for a little Fight Club action.

He laughs, waving it off instantly as there was a stir on the couch. Cindy chuckles softly, covering her face with her hands as Gambino rises from his slumber, squinting his eyes and seeing all the commotion in the office.

Gambino: The fuck…?

He pops to his feet and rips off one of his shoes before launching it at one of the construction workers.

Gambino: AYE Z BREH. CYNNY. THESE NIGGAS OUT HERE TRYNA ROB US!

Cindy and Zero turn their heads to see Gambino ready to start a war with a construction workers. Gambino rips off his second shoe and starts clubbing one of the construction workers in the back of the head repeatedly.

Gambino: NIGGA YOU KNOW I WAS RIP FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS?! HOW YOU GON TRY TO ROB ME?!

Cindy immediately starts cracking up and steps out of the box, not paying much attention to the assault any longer. Zero was too focused on moving a rock onto the tiger cage to notice. He came out of the box, dusting himself off and removing the safety goggles.

Zero McHannon: Alright. Putting all this to the side, we need to get serious and down to business. Beeno.

Realizing it was safe, Gambino stops hitting the construction worker with his shoe and pretends like nothing happened as Zero made his way toward his desk. He throws Gambino a notepad and a pen. Zero goes to his seat and motions for Cindy to join him.

Zero McHannon: We have the iPPV for HKW coming up and we have fuck all planned for it. Well… ideas, but nothing set in stone. We need to get it together and start planning the show.

With her iPad in her hand, Cindy rushes over to Gambino and Zero and shows them something on the screen.

Cindy Parker: See? I told you it would work. But lets save this for later in the show. I think I may just have revolutionized wrestling with this.

She does a little “Mwahaha” laugh before sliding the iPad across to Gambino and sitting down at the first chair she sees at the rounded desk.

Cindy Parker: Holy crap! We’re announcing the date for Breaking Point tonight too?! Okay, we really need to do something. Ummm… HKW Championship match. Top priority right there.

Gambino: Well shiii, you already know Emilio gon’ be in there. He the champ.

Zero nods his head and speaking up.

Zero McHannon: And Mentez is the number one contender… Although he has RIP fighting his battles for him now it seems. Not impressed with the chickenshit things they’re doing at all. I say we add a little more flavor to it.

Cindy pops up, nearly jumping out of her seat, thinking back to a conversation she had earlier in the week with her fellow #RicHomiez.

Cindy Parker: Ooooh! What about Tony? He has a shot coming to him too after beating Emilio and winning that fan poll. We can put him in there against the two of them.

Zero McHannon: If the people want Tony Carmine, then I say we give them Tony. At least he is fighting his own battles. I don’t mind the man doing what he does, it’s entertainment, not a multi-man gangbang.

Cindy claps her hands silently at first, but then starts biting down on her lip and clicking her pen off the desk.

Cindy Parker: Hm… But what about RIP? They pretty much already proved they don’t care and they’ll interfere whenever they want.

A sick smile forms across Zero’s face as he looks over to Cindy. Gambino stays quiet, knowing full well Zero has something up his sleeve.

Zero McHannon: The HKW roster “claim” they want a piece of RIP huh? Unity and all that shit they want to prove?

He gives out a loud laugh and slaps his hand down on the round table, startling Cindy a bit.

Zero McHannon: Emilio Vialpando. Jason Mentez. Tony Carmine. Triple Threat Lumberjack Match for the HKW Championship at Breaking Point. Swishhhhhh.

He shoots a crumbled piece of paper into the bin across the room and nails it.

Cindy Parker: Jordan?

She rolls her eyes and stands up from her chair with a smile on her face, patting both Zero and Gambino on the back before walking back over to her desk. The scene fades with the camera crew focusing on the large, and unusual custom tiger tank inside the office.

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Fading into the backstage area HKW Champion, Emilio Vialpando is seen dressed in a black and grey LAX hoodie with black jeans with a LA Kings snapback and Cool Greys on inserting a dollar bill into a vending machine. He steps back looking at all of his options. He pulls up the HKW Championship belt up on his shoulder showing off the gold plate as it shines in the light.

Emilio Vialpando: Shit...

He looks around making sure none of the members of R.I.P. was lurking around planning any mischief against him as he stands alone in the hallway. He shakes his head looking back at the vending machine.

Emilio Vialpando: Fuck it.

He punches the Fruit Punch G2 button. As the bottle drops down he takes it from the machine and shakes it up at little still looking around. He begins to opening but stops as he hears footsteps coming near him. As the footsteps came closer and closer, a shadow appeared from a nearby corner, before the person came into view.

It was Kai, dressed in a long, black trenchcoat that covered most of his body, entering the building for the show with a stoic look on his face. He stopped for a few moments to look around, before his eyes finally settled on Emilio. His eyes narrowed slightly and trailed down to the HKW Title on Emilio's shoulder, before snapping back up to look him in the eyes.


Kai: Vialpando...

Kai crossed his arms as he stared blankly at Emilio, almost as if sizing him up. Emilio opens the bottle and takes a sip. He holds out his hand for a handshake.

Emilio Vialpando: Que pasa, Kai? Tu bueno?

Noticing Kai looking over at the belt he smiles.

Emilio Vialpando: See somethin' you like? Want? C'mon man, please don't tell me you like everyone else...Nah, don't tell me you gonna open yo mouth talkin' bout you comin' for me just for this. I mean shit you been here a lot longer than some of these randy's who poppin' up tryna get a rise outta me for it. If this is what you wanna talk about man I'ma tell you like the next man, wait in line. People gotta fight they way up to get a shot at any belt in this company man. I'm sure as hell not gonna hand a nigga a shot at me just cause they wanna prove a point. So what is it man? Is it that or...

Kai remained quiet for a few moments, not moving a muscle as he simply stared at Emilio's outstretched hand. He then snorts quietly.

Kai: If I were going to waste both your time and mine by going on some little monologue about how I'm going to challenge you for the title, then I may as well repeat everything I said on the last episode of Defiance. You know I'm watching, and waiting for the right moment to challenge for it. As does every other fool who thinks that they have some claim to the very title that sits on your shoulder. So it's pointless to remind you...

He ignored Emilio's hand as he stepped forward, now eye to eye with him.

Kai: ....But it seems that you and I have enemies that seem to come from the same cloth.

Emilio slowly takes his hand back and shrugs. Rolling his eyes to the thought of R.I.P. he takes another sip of his G2.

Emilio Vialpando: Mhmm...

Twisting the cap back on the bottle he tilts his head.

Emilio Vialpando: I guess you're right about that. Shit...I was actually happy to see that you done stepped out the shadows to even speak the fuck up on yo feelin's on the situation. We need another potential power player to help resolve this issue. I saw what they did to you. I see every damn thing they been doing since the day Perrello stepped foot in Hard Knox...Told all y'all to watch out and some of you just now wakin' up smellin' y'all own blood.

Emilio's fist clinch as he thinks more about it.

Emilio Vialpando: I'm not going to stop goin at these niggas until all of them are gone and the fuck up outta here. If you with me on that...Say it. Zero told me last week we need to all work together to get this shit done bruh. If you plannin' on goin' at these niggas solo, you need to rethink that plan. Come join up with me, Gwen, Hunter, Tank. I know you want blood just as bad as I do. These niggas been ready for a fight. Shit they bred for it...Us? Some of these niggas still ain't learned yet but they will. Just a few of us know's what's really good.

For the first time in the conversation, Kai seemed to show a bit of emotion. He frowned in annoyance at the thought of R.I.P's interference in his match. Tilting his head slightly, he gave a soft sigh as he felt the bones popp, before he looks calmly at Emilio.

Kai: .....I know for a fact that you, as well as those you mentioned, are aware of at least several things about me. I don't particularly play well with others, and in your case, you and I will likely be on opposite sides of the ring in the very near future. What our New General Manager said or not, I despise the idea of having to work with anyone on this roster.

He scowled slightly.

Kai: That being said, I'm not fool or arrogant enough to deny that I'll have trouble taking all of them on alone, or that I don't want their blood on my hands. They decided to involve themselves in my affairs, and at least one of them I have....a bit of bad blood with, to put it mildly. So while I'm not going to give you a yes or no right now...I'll consider it. If for no other reason, just to get those fools out of the way.

Emilio laughs a little.

Emilio Vialpando: You ain't gotta say yes or no. You already answered it for me bruh. I don't care which one of them niggas you wanna take on, that ain't my concern.

Emilio steps towards Kai keeping his eyes locked on his.

Emilio Vialpando: But that nigga Perrello...He's mine and I don't give a goddamn what any of you niggas say. Comprende?

He walks pass bumping his shoulder against Kai. Before walking completely away he looks over his shoulder.

Emilio Vialpando: Excuse me...Amigo.

He walks away leaving Kai behind staring him down.

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HKW's Defiance is just getting underway and the camera men are panning around the arena before switching backstage, showing Milo Boyd, pulling his ring gear out of his bag. His doors slams open with a loud bang, as Michael Alexander barges into the room.

Michael Alexander: Aye, we need to talk a bit. First things first, you don't need to come to the ring. I don't want to risk losing this match because of my shit partner.

Milo Boyd: Yo, who the fuck you think you are, bruh?

Milo turns to get his Michael's face but Michael, in one swift motion, grabs him by his shirt with one arm and with the other, places his forearm across Milo's throat. He slams him against the lockers, a scowl now on his face.

Michael Alexander: I don't need your help, nor do I want it. If you show up to that ring, I WILL knock your ass unconscious and leave you there for the medics. You don't offer anything to me and I'll be better off without you.

Michael gives Milo one last push of the forearm to the throat before releasing him and walking to the door. Coughing, Milo Boyd gets to his feet, cursing under his breath. He stands, growling, and lunges at Michael Alexander. In the blink of an eye though, Michael spun around and caught Milo right on the jaw with a straight right hand. It took Milo right off his feet and knocked him unconscious. He just looked down at Milo's carcass and shook his head.

Michael Alexander: I better not get in fucking trouble for this shit, dude just needs to accept when he's not needed.

He sneers and disappears from view.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The opening contest is schedule for one fall!!

"Who is innocent?
Is it relevant in the world today?
I shake my head in disbelief.
The killer walks again.
Freed by evil men in their dark charade.
This can't be happening."




A 'G' forms on the screen in smoke and 'Innocence' by Disturbed hits the speakers. Luke Wisia walks out from behind the curtains and stares at the fans around them as they give him a large mixture of jeers and cheers. He takes the beanie off his head and throws it off the stage into the crowd. He begins to walk down the ramp, head down, and muttering something to himself.

"Your corruption is like a cancer growing inside.
You owe the world an apology.
You've been taught all your life, the truth is easy to hide.
You'll face your judgement another day.
And suffer eternally... "


Luke slides into the ring and walks to the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps on the second rope and points towards the crowd as they scream in response. After ripping his shirt off, showing the black wife beater underneath, Luke throws the tee shirt down to the mat and turns around to keep his concentration on the match. He adjusts his belt and brushes off his jean shorts, then his sneakers, before leaning wrapping his arms around the top ropes while leaning against them for support.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing to you at this time, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds, and hailing from New Jersey City… LUKKKKKEEEE WISSSIIIAAAA!!!!

As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands makes his way out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on his face as the people begin to boo him. Sands slowly struts his way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to him by either scoffing or giving them the hand. He slides underneath the bottom rope and walks over to his corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, where he begins to fist pump like there is no tomorrow. After about 10 seconds of this, Tanner jumps off of the corner and awaits his opponent.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his tag partner, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, and hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio…. TANNNERRR SANDSSSS!!!!!

Let's get it on
From City to City
The Future looks bright
But it ain't lookin' pretty (C'mon!)


The intro to Powerman 5000's "Riot Time" filled the building as Jinzai ran out onto the stage, fired up and ready to compete. He places a hand on his hoodie and looks around at the crowd, before flipping it back, revealing a confident smirk on his face.

Now here comes the problem
Here comes the joke
The more that you breathe
And the more that you choke (C'mon!)

The choices are many
Will add up to none
The feeling's severe
And the rest just run (C'mon!)


Wasting no time, he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He smiles as he begins singing the chorus of his entrance music along with the crowd.

What's mine is mine
What's yours is mine
You must understand
That this ain't a crime
No turning back
When you cross the line
People c'mon
IT'S RIOT TIME!


He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hodded vest out of the ring, before he began bouncing off of the ropes, getting ready for the match.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And introducing one half of the other tag team.... Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pound, hailing from New York City… JINNNZAAAIIII!!!

The lights start to flicker as the opening rifts to Hollywood Undead's We Are thunders out of the PA system. "The Prodigy" Michael Alexander walks out onto the stage, fidgeting with his hand wraps. Stopping, he looks up and smiles before thrusting a fist into the air. We Are hits the chorus as Michael begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping some hands on his way by. He stops at the foot of the ring and closes his eyes. he crosses his chest with his hands and points upwards before clambering up the steps and into the ring. Leaning against the ropes, he uses them to stretch as "We Are" fades out.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his tag partner, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, and hailing from Sydney, Australia…. MICHHHAEELLLL ALEXXXANDERRR!!!!!

Match 2

Tag Team Match


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Ding! Ding! Ding!

The match starts off rather roughly as one of the sides begin to argue over who is going to start the match. Jinzai and Alexander decide quickly, but Luke is still looking at Jinzai with a hunger in his eyes. It looks like Luke Wisia is stepping through the ropes in his corner, letting Tanner win the bickering. The referee is nodding his head as it looks like this match will be starting with Jinzai and Tanner Sands.

The two men grapple up in the middle of the ring and Tanner throws down Jinzai with a hip toss, getting him in a headlock afterwards. Jinzai looks to be struggling at first, but he manages to stand to his feet, and deliver an elbow to Tanner’s gut. Jinzai fights him off and begins to push him back first into the corner. Alexander throws up his hands, making sure that the referee knows he isn’t trying anything funny while Jinzai starts to give Tanner a series of shoulder blocks in the corner. Tanner is the one to start fighting back this time as he drives Jinzai all the way into the other corner. Tanner plants an elbow right into Jinzai’s face, while Luke is yelling in the man's ear. Jinzai is trying to get out of the corner, but Tanner makes it impossible as he throws his opponent shoulder first into the steel posts. He falls to one knee as Tanner looks over to Luke, yells at him and tags him in. Luke and Tanner seems to be somewhat on the same page now, as Tanner locks Jinzai’s arms behind him and Luke climbs the corner turnbuckle. He jumps off, nailing Jinzai square in the chest, sending him tumbling across the mat.

Tanner steps through the ropes and returns to his corner, while Michael Alexander sees the trouble that Jinzai is in, and reaches out for a tag. Luke tries to pull Jinzai back to the center of the ring, but he manages to kick his feet frantically and pushes Luke away with a foot to the stomach. Jinzai rolls away from Luke, but it’s Alexander who reaches over the top rope and tags Jinzai's reached out hand. Luke wasn’t certain about the tag until Aleaxander puts him on his back with a springboard crossbody. He lands it perfect and hooks Luke’s leg in the process for the pin.


One!!!



Two!!!!



T-NOPE!!!!

Luke gets a hand into the air and breaks the pin, Tanner yelling at him in the corner. Alexander isn’t complaining though as he lifts Luke up to his feet by his hair and smirks across the ring to Tanner.

Alexander taunts to Tanner as he plants Luke back down head first with a reverse DDT. He is laid eagle spread in the center of the ring as the crowd begins to pop for Alexander. Luke can’t seem to figure out what just happened as he barely lifts his head up from the mat, looking around in confusion. Just as Alexander goes to pull Luke back to his feet, he rolls completely out of the ring, and the crowd starts booing. Alexander is shaking his head as Luke is getting a grip of himself before he slides in. Then, they start running at each other. Alexander goes for the clothesline, but Luke ducks underneath it…… and tags Tanner Sands into the match.

Tanner looks surprised at first, but he bull rushes into the ring and hits Alexander with a spinebuster when he returned off the ropes. He tries to crawl forward to pin Alexander, but his opponent quickly rolls backwards and out of the way. Alexander is already to his feet before Tanner can get to a knee, and takes a skull crushing kick to the back of the skull. Tanner hits the mat like a ton of bricks as Alexander dives forward for the pin.


One!!!



Two!!!



TH-BROKEN UP!!!


Alexander is pulled off Tanner and stopped from making the pin by Luke. Jinzai is in his corner, trying to see if his partner needs help, but Alexander turns around and starts hitting Luke with a series of punches, kicking him through the middle rope and turning around to find Tanner. Alexander is lifted off his feet as Tanner meets him with a spear and tosses his hair backwards afterwards. Tanner stands to his feet, looking down at Alexander and breathing hard, as Luke is watching cautiously through the bottom rope.

Tanner lifts Alexander back to his feet and launches him into the ropes. He goes for a snap belly to belly suplex, but Alexander lands on his feet! As he falls backwards into the ropes, and takes Jinzai on his return! Tanner is slowly getting to his feet, and when he does, he is met with springboard dropkick that sends Tanner tumbling to his corner. Next thing we see is Michael Alexander running forward and spearing Tanner through the middle rope….. but not before Luke tags Tanner on the back! Standing on the outside of the ropes, he looks across the ring at Jinzai.

Jinzai rushes at Luke with a shoulder block, taking him off his feet. We see Alexander trying to climb back into the ring, but Tanner grabs him by his feet, sweeps them out from underneath him, and Alexander hits his jaw on the mat. Tanner rolls Alexander back into the ring, thinking that they are both the legal pin, but it’s Jinzai who starts to fight him off. The match seems like it’s lost in confusion as Tanner and Jinzai are trading shots. He manages to push Milo away and turns his focus to Alexander. They are both on their feet as Tanner goes for a roundhouse kick and Alexander goes for a Pele Kick. Both of the moves hit on impact, sending both men down to the ground with a sickening noise.

Jinzai is trying to keep his focus, and concentrate on what’s going on, as the dust is starting to clear. He turns around to try and find Luke to finish him, but when he does see Luke, he was coming sharply up behind him! Riot Time DDT by Jinzai!!! He goes to hook the leg, but Luke rolls out of the ring again! And this time, Jinzai is chasing him to the outside.


One!!!!


Tanner starts yelling for him and making his way up the ramp to argue with Luke. Without them seeing Jinzai and Alexander, both Luke and Tanner are hit from behind and the brawl is taken to the outside of the ring!


Three!!!


Four!!!


Five!!!


Luke is seen throwing Jinzai shoulder first into the steel steps, ignoring that referee is counting, and looking wild at Jinzai. On the other side of the barrier, we see Tanner dropping Alexander gut first into the corner of the ring.


Seven!!!


Luke and Tanner exchange looks, but Luke tries to walk out of the match again. Tanner reaches forward and grabs his partner by the arm, but Luke pulls away roughly. Jinzai ia then seen returning the favor to Luke with a diving side kick. Alexander is then seen giving a snap suplex to Tanner on the hard rampway.


Nine!!!


Jinzai and Alexander try to quickly roll themselves back into the ring, not really sure who is the legal man at this point.



TEN!!!!!!


Ding! Ding! Ding!

Luke and Tanner are laying on the outside of the ring, as Jinzai and Alexander barley miss the DQ Draw. Although neither men look that disapointed, they stand strong in the middle of the ring, while their opponents are looking up to them from their backs. The camera fades away as Tanner is muttering something under his breath to Alexander, and Luke is flipping off Jinzai.

Winner: Draw via Countout. (14:48)

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The scene cuts to the backstage area where we find HKW superstar, Colton Sterling. Sterling, dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white tee, and a black leather jacket, focuses on the television in front of him showing the matches that go on in the ring as he usually does when he’s not booked on a show. His arms are folded as he keeps somewhat of a stoic look on his face while he focuses on the TV, not paying attention to his surroundings.

Charlie Samuels turns the corner, dressed in a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and an oversized Ronnie Banks t-shirt from one of his most recent tours. She has her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She’s obviously in the beginning stages of preparing for the show. As she turns the corner, preoccupied with a text on her white iPhone, she just barely misses slamming into Colton.


Charlie Samuels: Shit. Sorry, bruh.

Colton turns around and sees Charlie, sort of relaxing a bit more and wiping that stoic expression that was on his face.

Colton Sterling: Oh...Charlie.

Charlie Samuels: “Oh… Charlie?” The fuck kinda greeting is that?

Colton can’t help but chuckle a bit at this. He quickly regains composure as he speaks up once more, looking to correct himself.

Colton Sterling: I’m sorry. Here, let me try that again. Hello, Charlie. How are you doing?

Charlie shrugs, looking down at her phone again to finish sending the tweet or text that she’s firing off before looking back up.

Charlie Samuels: Top shelf. You?

Colton shrugs his shoulder.

Colton Sterling: Can’t complain. Been looking for my tag team partner around here. Sort of hoping he hasn’t found himself in some trouble, though considering who his cousins are...wouldn’t surprise me. You know, I’m actually kinda glad I ran into you. Kinda wanted to talk to you about the upcoming title match between you and Ash versus me and Jax.

Charlie tilts her head and arches an eyebrow.

Charlie Samuels: Aight. Talk.

Colton Sterling: Really, I just wanted to say that the only reason I cashed in on this opportunity was because that’s what all of us have to do. This wasn’t one I could really waste. And I also wanted to tell you, though it may sound a bit cliche, that Jax and I plan on bringing you guys a fight for those straps.

Charlie smirks slightly, rolling her eyes in amusement.

Charlie Samuels: You right about shit bein’ cliche, bruh. You get that outta your “How to be a Wrestler 101” book? Or did that come outta “Wrestling For Dummies”?

Her tone is light and teasing as she nudges Sterling on the shoulder.

Charlie Samuels: Gotcha, chief. You good.

Colton shakes his head as he gives out a light chuckle.

Colton Sterling: Wrong on both mentions. The book was actually called “Guide To Becoming A Wrestler”.

Colton lets out another small chuckle.

Colton Sterling: I’m glad, by the way. It’s difficult enough that my girlfriend is your tag team partner....

Colton seems to zone out for a second before snapping back to reality and giving Charlie a small smile.

Colton Sterling: Thankfully, you don’t have to worry about that, huh? Your boyfriend’s breaking into a whole different category of work and everything.

Charlie pauses and a dark scowl crosses her face at the mention of Ronnie.

Charlie Samuels: You’d think that. But apparently that doesn’t stop motherfuckas from attacking him backstage at shows.

Colton thinks back to the last Subversion as a more...sympathetic look appears on his face.

Colton Sterling: Yeah....that was uncalled for. Is he doing better? Seen him tweeting a lot.

Charlie Samuels: He’s pissed as hell, like I am… but yeah, he’s doin better.

Colton nods his head.

Colton Sterling: That’s good to hear. You should be his bodyguard from now on. Heard you have a real mean Bank Shot.

Charlie smirks, tilting her head slightly to crack her neck.

Charlie Samuels: I do alright. But best believe… I see that painted face motherfucker or his bitch backstage, I’ll take their damn heads off.

Colton Sterling: I know I can’t talk you out of that....so I guess all I could say is good luck for our upcoming match?

Colton sticks out his right hand, looking for a handshake.

Charlie looks amused and instead daps him on the knuckles before she digs her now ringing phone out of her pocket. Gesturing that she has to take the call, she disappears back into her locker room.


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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. As Tony Hyman walks out standing beside Tank with his arms crossed with no emotion on his face what so ever.

#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. Tony Hyman followed closely behind Tank smirking as Tank let 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"


Tank 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. As Hyman walks to the side of the ring and stands there with his arms crossed and no emotion what so ever on his face yet 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"


Tank 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 is in the ring with his trainer Tony “The Mammoth” Hyman as Tank walks to the edge of the ring. Grabbing a microphone from one of the crew Tank clears his throat.

Tank: Tank had to come out here and get something off Tank’s chest. Tank and Joey have tried to sort out shit with a match. Yet both times the matches have ended it really hasn’t sorted anything. For example Tank and Joey are back to square one. Both at one apiece which means nothing has been resolved. As Tank said this isn’t over Joey, not by a long shot.

#TankSmirk

Tank:
So… Tank has decided that it’s time this war come to an end. The only way that’s about to happen is Joey getting out here now and coming to talk to Tank man to man. Can Joey do that?

The audience explodes over the idea of a face off between Tank and Perello, but for a moment it doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen. Tank glances over at Hyman and gives him a good old #TankShrug. Just as Tank looks like he’s about to say something else...

LET GO!

“This time it’s different” by Evans Blue hits the PA system. Instead of coming out from the crowd, Joey Perello and Onyx make their way out from entrance ramp with Perello never taking his eyes off of Tank. The couple slowly pace down the ramp with Perello walking a foot or two in front of Onyx, turning his head every so often to make sure she was still there. It was obvious that Onyx wasn’t too sure about the situation, as she looked towards the big men that occupied the ring worriedly.

Once near the ring, Tank and Perello exchange a few words before Perello hops onto the apron and wipes the bottom of his boots. Perello holds the ropes open for Onyx to get into the ring before stepping in himself, walking directly towards Tank and getting in his face.


Joey Perello: … Well?

Standing there all smug looking Tank holds his hand up signalling for Hyman to stay where he is.

Tank: How’s the arm Joey? Maybe Tank can do the other one for Joey. Would Joey like that?

Perello rolls his eyes, wondering now if coming out to the ring was going to be pointless. He glances down at his casted up arm and actually smirks before looking back up at Tank.

Joey Perello: It’s healing up well. Who would’ve thought bashing you in the face with the cast would’ve done some good. It’s almost like… A rehabilitation center one like me can enjoy.

Perello smirks, now seeming more comfortable with the surroundings after seeing a specific biker gang roaming around in the audience.

Joey Perello: Sadly, I didn’t accomplish my goal of breaking your face so

I’m not satisfied just yet. So tell me this, Theo… What exactly is stopping me from escorting Onyx out of this ring and finishing you once and for all?

#TankLaugh

Tank:
It’s quite obvious what’s stopping Joey. RIP maybe roaming around but Tank already knows they wouldn’t get here in time to stop what Tank could do to Onyx and Joey. Just be grateful Tank has decided to be a man about this rather than to resort to the ways of a cowardly gang.

Looking over at Onyx, Tank hits the #TankGlare as she looks back at him not a bit amused about the situation at all.

Tank: Onyx… How did it feel seeing Joey get run over? Was it as fun for Onyx as it was for Tank?

Onyx takes her eyes off Tank, her once worried expression was now replaced by a saddened one as though she was reliving the accident all over again. Shaking her head, obviously answering his question, she takes a step more behind Joey.

Joey Perello: Do you realize how much of a hypocrite you are, Theodore? First, you say that whenever I use the car incident as an example, it’s an excuse. However, when you use it, it’s a source of ammunition? Do you realize how stupid you make yourself sound each and every fucking week that you come out here, run your mouth, or do your little backstage skits with this goofball.

He points at Hyman.

Joey Perello: Your fat ass wants some too? I’ll beat the breaks out of both of you right now.

Perello backs Onyx away just enough to get her by the ropes and rips his RIP sweatshirt off, throwing it at Tank and Hyman’s direction. You could hear the soft sound of Onyx’s voice coming through Joey’s microphone as she said his name almost pleadly.

Joey Perello: The ONLY reason RIP hasn’t came down here and helped me beat the ever lasting fuck out of you is because I don’t NEED help kicking your ass. Or your managers ass. You want to know the difference between guys like Emilio Vialpando and guys like you, Theodore?

Feeling the hand of his girlfriend’s hand on his forearm, Perello cools down, still breathing heavily into the microphone.

Joey Perello: You’re not a fucking threat. To me, you’ve just been a toy. Like a giant, oddly shaped punching bag that fought back. There’s no additional reason as to why I want to put you down, Tank. You’ve been taking shots at my deceased wife, at Onyx and everything else your creative mind could come up with, and what has it done? Has it done anything to benefit you at all?

Perello shakes his head slowly from side to side.

Joey Perello: Nope. All you have done was piss me off… So, Theodore….

Turning his head, Perello sees that Onyx is exiting out of the ring and looks back at Tank

Joey Perello: I’ll ask this question once more, and this time… I want an answer.

Perello pauses, backing a few steps away from Tank before looking away.

Joey Perello: What’s stopping me from ending you right now?

Tank just stands there looking at Perello.

Tank: Yeah cause Joey has done so well at trying to end Tank so far right? How about Tank and Joey in a damn Stretcher Match at Breaking Point! That way this can be settled once and for all. What does Jojo say?

#TankGrin

Tank: One condition on the match though. Before Joey accepts, Joey gets out of the ring before Tank does something Joey regrets. That cool?

You could cut the tension with a knife as Perello and Tank stare one another down, neither man backing up an inch. Hyman looks like he’s about to exit the ring as Tank and Perello both start clenching their fists until Perello drops the mic and uncharacteristically laughs at Tank’s challenge, and takes a few steps toward the ring ropes. With some distance between them, Perello keeps his eyes locked on Tank before doing the cut throat gesture, symbolizing that he accepts Tank’s challenge.

#TankSmirk

The crowd pops over the idea of Perello and Tank in a Stretcher match. With Perello now on the outside of the ring, he glances over at Onyx and gives her a reassuring wink before grabbing a hold of her hand, and never looking back but Onyx looks back, concerned as Tank remains in the ring talking strategy with Hyman.

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Ding.. Ding.. Ding..

Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following contest is set for one fall!!

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


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

With the HKW Nation throwing boos all in Darwin’s direction, he just shouted towards them in a loud and dark voice and went to his corner and sat there waiting as Freakshow by Skillet begins to play through the arena speakers but after a few moments, and no sign of her.. the referee started to talk to the ring announcer as Darwin just started to laugh hysterically and the referee just shrugs his shoulders and sighs having no choice but to start the match

Match 3
Standard one fall

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The referee shoots a look to Darwin who just stands then shouting for him to yell the bell. Not having much choice, the referee rang the bell and started to make his count..

1.... 2.... 3.... 4.... 5....

The HKW Nation making their voices heard were booing Darwin out the building as he just stood there with his hand out counting the referees count on his fingers

6.... 7.... 8.... 9... 10!!

Ring the bell!!

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And your winner... by forfeit... Darwin Ridley!

With the bell ring, Darwin just stands there before falling onto his knees laughing hysterically. After he was done, he pointed towards the Platinumtron with a smirk

On the screen in some remote location in the backstage area was Demento and Myers who were finishing up on their preemptive attack on the weakened Erin Moore who was laying through a table. They turned around and tilted their heads toward the camera before the arena went dim and when the lights return to their previous brightness.. Darwin was nowhere to be found

Winner: Darwin Ridley Via Forfeit (5:30)

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The scene opens up backstage to view an unfamiliar face. Well, an unfamiliar face to some and a very familiar face to others. This face, which is entirely too close to the camera right now, is that of Joey Miles.

Joey Miles: "Is this thing on? Camera person, is this on?"

Cameraman: "Yes, sir."

Joey Miles: "Excellent."

Joey takes a few steps back from the camera, after the audience got a nice view of the inside of his nostril. Joey in black jeans, a white shirt, black and red tie and a black suit jacket. He clears his throat.

Joey Miles: "Good evening, HKW. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joseph Miles. I am interested in taking part in HKW's festivities. As a commentator nine years, I know wrestling. It's in my blood. That's why I've decided I want to take the leap from commentary to the ring. I believe that if I can call a match, I can wrestle one just as well. I'm here to start my training and make a name for myself as more than just a commenmator. Tater. Commentator. Fucking piss, I already flubbed my lines. Right, fuck this."

Joey tears his tie off and tosses it at the ground.

Joey Miles: "Sup fuckbags? My name is Joseph 'Cunting' Miles. Yeah, I commentate. Yeah, I'm fucking amazing at it. But you know what? It's time for me to wrestle. My brother, may his soul rest forever in hell, was a wrestler, so why the fuck can't I do it? I know this business better than so many other motherfuckers in this company, that's for sure. Nine fucking years. I spent nine fucking years sitting next to some asshole named Dean Richardson, calling matches in 2WWF. I fucking love this business. I'm a natural at commentary and I'll be a natural at wrestling. Look at this face."

Joey points to his face, letting out a very cheesy smile as he does so.

Joey Miles: "This is the face of a cunt who means business. And a cunt who has a lovely smile. And also a cunt who has to take a monstrous piss. Like fuck, where did that come from? I feel like I just drank ten gallons of herbal tea. But that's not the point. The point is I'm here to wrestle. I'm not here to commentate. I'm damn sure not here to interview. Fuck, I hated doing that. I'm here to kick ass and take names. Or take ass and kick names. Whatever works. If anyone gets in my way, I'll kick their fucking dick off. Or cunt, if it's a chick. Hashtag cunt punt. Trend it, motherfuckers. Now I gotta go before I piss my jeans that Crackhead Sean let me borrow. I had a tough enough time getting his shit off of them. See you motherfuckers soon. Cunt out!"

Joey quickly pulls something out of his jeans pocket and throws it on the ground. A big cloud of smoke engulfs the area. Some coughing can be heard until the smoke clears and Miles is seen standing in the same spot, desperately trying to breathe. Once he finally stops coughing, he looks up at the camera awkwardly.

Joey Miles: "Uhh..."

Miles slinks his head and walks off.

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“Nobody’s Perfect” by Hannah Montana hits the PA system as a mashup of Cindy Parker and Zero McHannon’s PDW entrance videos plays on the Platinumtron. Cindy is first to burst out onto the entrance ramp to a huge ovation from her hometown crowd. Holding her arms out to her sides as if she were a plane, she runs from one side of the ramp to the other, and then stops near the curtain to wave out her co general manager. She reaches her arms behind the curtain and begins to pull until she finally gets Zero out into camera view, much to the delight of the Philadelphia crowd. Zero looks sideways at the crowd with a smile on his face and throws a hand up as they cheer him and Cindy on. Gambino is right on his heels, holding a long black box that had a handle on it like a suitcase, only it looked more like it withheld a sniper rifle.

Cindy runs down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside before doing a little jig to her theme song. She turns around to make sure Zero and Gambino were still behind her, and notices Gambino being badgered by a fan with Zero laughing at Gambino’s reaction. She walks up the steps and into the ring, and makes her way to the far corner, grabbing three microphones from Sadee Sanderson McLean. With Gambino and Zero now in the ring, Cindy hands them each a microphone and proceeds to run circles around the duo until her music begins to die down.


Cindy Parker: Holy sugar high, batman! Those pixie sticks were not a good idea at all.

Zero McHannon: And it’s not everyday you’ll see me come out to the ring to the singing of Hannah Montana.

Surprisingly, the crowd goes wild at Zero’s mention of their theme song. He looks around the arena at the wild dancing and raises an eyebrow, not sure why they loved the entrance so much.

Zero McHannon: Well, you guys can thank Miss. Cindy Parker for that one. Although we have only been Co-GMs for a few weeks now, we have came out here to address the fans, and the roster members of you that are actually listening back there, about future plans we have for the company.

He puts a finger under his chin, pretending to be thinking hard about something as Cindy runs toward Gambino and tickles him.

Zero McHannon: I mean, we promised you guys that we would be announcing a new title we’re bringing into Hard Knox. We have to live up to our promises, right? And trust me when I tell you this, the decision wasn’t easy for me and Cindy. We have been texting each other trying to wrap our brains around what kind of championship we wanted to bring to the business. Most of the ideas were good ones, but none of them really clicked the way we wanted it to.

Finally getting Cindy to stop, Gambino lifts the big black box from the ground and into the air.

Zero McHannon: Ladies and gentlemen, there’s your new belt. Inside that very case is the new belt that we are bringing here.

Cindy jumps up and down in place, clapping her hands as Gambino stares over at the box in his hand. For whatever reason, Gambino looks somewhat reluctant to hand the box over to Zero, but he finally lets go and looks away with a tear in his eye. Cindy quickly runs up to her former brother in law and gives him a hug, telling him it’ll be okay while Zero holds the case in front of him and enters in the locked code.

With Gambino someone settled down, Cindy looks at Zero and gives him an “Awe” face. Zero looks over to the pair of them with a face that says “everything is going to be okay.” With a final nod, he cracks open the case and peeps inside.


Zero McHannon: I hear it all the times from our kids that they’re ultimate goal is to be PDW Superstar. They want a taste of big leagues and what it’s all about. Well, we aren’t developmental anymore, we’re an independent federation now, and we will act like it. PDW and HKW are a brother/sister company. I want my HKW kids to have that desire to make it to PDW, I want them to be thirsty for it.

He takes a quick breath, looking down to the almost opened case at his feet.

Zero McHannon: Not everyone has what it takes to wrestle in PDW, I’m just going to be honest with you all. Don’t mistaken me though, there is a TON of talent on this roster, and yes, I do see some of them being a big deal in the future of PDW. So…. what would be better than putting their claims to the test and bringing a little piece of PDW to Hard Knox? If you want to walk, talk, and act like a PDW Superstar…. you have to be ready for it.

With that, he reaches into the black case and pulls out the new championship belt, holding it high in the air.

Zero McHannon: THE CYYYBBBEERRRR CHAMPIONNNSHIPPP!!!!!!!

Zero was holding the same belt that was known as the PDW Cyber Championship. He had won it at Reckless Endangerment, but his Bloodshed Championship had been unified with the title.

Zero McHannon: Formally known as PDW Cyber Championship, now known as the HKW Cyber Championship. You want to be in PDW? Well, here’s your chance to show us that you have what it takes to hold one of our championships…. because lets face it, there isn’t anyone in the world who wants to step up to the challenge that my boy, Gambino, has put on the table. He’s been waiting for a good competitor to come claim the throne……. I haven’t heard a damn word from NO ONE!!! So instead of having him defend his title against a midget version of Neon like I planned..----

Gambino runs over to Zero and whispers something to him. The crowd is heard laughing about the possibility of Gambino defending the title against a midget Neon.

Zero McHannon: Oh…. Well, I’ve been informed that technically Gambino’s girlfriend, Ty, is the current champion, but there wasn’t a referee present. I guess that means we have to wipe the slate clean with the Cyber Championship and start fresh… Neon cootie free.

The crowd erupts at the announcement of the Cyber Championship coming to Hard Knox Wrestling. There were some boos mixed with laughing from the joke that were muffled behind the cheers. Cindy continued clapping her hands and jumping in place until she stops and reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone.

Cindy Parker: Ooohhhh. Me next, me next, me next!

Cindy runs toward the middle of the ring and steps in between Zero and Gambino, holding her phone out and up in the air.

Cindy Parker: Okay! Soooo there was something that I noticed since I became one of the general managers for HKW. People don’t really like the way most of the members of RIP wrestle, right?

She holds her arms out to her sides, shrugging while Gambino and Zero nod their heads.

Cindy Parker: And this just didn’t come up recently either. Brandon and Lyle have had members of this very roster get upset after their matches with RIP, but more specifically… The president of the “club”, Lance Winters. Sooooooooo, I came up with an idea!

She hands Gambino her phone and gives him a few directions. The first one? To hold the phone out so Cindy could give the crowd in attendance and viewers on Huluplus a quick tutorial.

Cindy Parker: After talking it over with my posse right chur, we decided that it wouldn’t be good for HKW if we got rid of Lance Winters like most of the locker room suggested. But at the same time, we don’t want anyone getting upset or all…

She pauses, looking over at Zero for help finding the right word.

Cindy Parker: Bent out of shape? If.. they… have… a… match… with… Lance?

They shrug their shoulders. Zero shakes his head while Cindy turns back around and focuses on Gambino and her phone in his hands.

Cindy Parker: ANYWHO! Right here, on my cell phone is something that may just revolutionize wrestling, and I… Cindy Parker… Will forever be known as the Wrestling Game Steve Jobs. Mwahahah.

Getting a little too excited, Cindy taps her phone screen and waves over the camera crew.

Cindy Parker: Here it is… My creation… The #FIGHTWINTERS app! Now avaliable on the apple store and google play!

She jumps up and down and claps her hands as the camera focuses in on the little RIP Logo on the phone screen.

Cindy Parker: Okay, now I don’t really know how this will benefit the fans now that I think about it, but hey! For are all you guys who do or don’t want a match with Lance Winters, here’s your chance. From now on, Mister Winters’ matches will be decided only by this here app. Anyone who would like a match with the leader of RIP will have to download this app, and accept to RIP Rules… Which is basically no rules at all.

She shrugs her shoulders after her last sentence, getting the app to the actual application to fight the RIP leader.

Cindy Parker: Ohhh, yeah! There’s videos there of all of Lance’s beatdown over the last few months too! I wouldn’t suggest watch them with family, though. Pretty brutal.

Cindy specifically clicks on one of Lance’s encounters with Cain Morgan where he curb stomped him on the steel steps.

Cindy Parker: Yeah, that had to hurt…

Just as Zero raises the microphone to his lips…

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. Once the music plays fans all around the arena begin to boo. Some even stand up to see where the Reapers are as their theme song blares. 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. Cindy’s jaw drops just as she sees the men in the crowd, quickly running and hiding behind Zero and Gambino. They watch the men begin make to slowly make their ways down the stairs. The camera searches for the President of Lance Winters but he is yet to be seen as each and every member of the reckless motorcycle gang is seen getting closer and closer to the ring.

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


The men reach the barricade and look inside the ring staring at Cindy, Zero and Gambino without a single emotion on their face. The three of them look around the ring seeing that each corner except the entrance ramp has a R.I.P. member standing there surrounding the ring.

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


Suddenly a hooded figure stands at the top of the entrance ramp. As the camera zooms in on the man he removes his black hood and the fans waste no time to boo the man with all their might. The President of the Reapers, Lance Winters stands there with a sinister smile on his face before making his way down the ramp.

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


As he reaches the ring the other members hop over the barricade and the music fades away leaving the boos from the crowd only to be heard as Lance looks around the arena. He raises up his hands slowly and begins to clap as if he was giving the fans a round of applause. He laughs a little and steps towards the ring. He hops up on the side of the ring as so does Chopz, D.C. and Perrello. Leifi, Luke and Zakk are seen walking towards the entrance ramp standing guard to anyone who might have any bright ideas. Lance enters the ring and a crew member is seen giving him a microphone. Lance snatches the mic from him and pushes him out of the ring. He chuckles as he falls onto Leifi outside of the ring and is hit with an instant Samoan Drop.

Lance Winters: Well then...Please Ms. Parker. Continue.

Still hiding behind Zero and Gambino, Cindy peeks her head over Zero’s shoulder, but quickly hides again, nudging Zero with her elbow, telling him to talk. He takes a few steps forward, eyes fixated on Lance.

Zero McHannon: Lance, so nice of you to join us. We were just talking about your app. I hope you didn’t have a problem with that, because if you’re going to bitch over a little publicity, that would be retarded. So… why exactly are you interrupting us?

Lance walks over and climbs up on a turnbuckle. He sits down on the top and smirks.

Lance Winters: Interrupting? NOOO!!!! I just wanna be here for this elaborate announcement! WE JUST WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS GLORIOUS MOMENT! Cindy Parker is making history! Why not have the men she speaks of right here with her as she announces this. If you think I’m here to ruin that Zero. You just as dumb as Shawn Taylor.

Perrello shakes his head laughing a bit.

Lance Winters: So why don’t you do yourself a favor. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET HER FINISH!? HOW ABOUT THAT?! Or...Do I.

He hops down.

Lance Winters: Have to shut that mouth of yours for you?

Lance holds up his finger as Zero was about to reply. He narrows his eyes at Lance as he cuts him off.

Lance Winters: Don’t you dare speak bitch. I don’t want your last words to be...What’s the words I’m looking for? Not meaningful? Not shit? Something along those lines. Mr. Bloodshed Champion.

He steps towards Zero looking him up and down a little. He laughs a little not threatened by him at all. He then walks towards Cindy with a smile on his face. He reaches down and takes the phone away from her.

Lance Winters: If you don’t mind…

He turns back towards Zero.

Lance Winters: MAYBE YOUUUUUU WANT TO BE THE FIRST USER OF THE APP?! What do you say? Huh? Oh wait...That wouldn’t be company policy would it? Guess you’ll just have to wait until the takeover of PDW. Don’t ya?

Zero’s face goes stone as he keeps Cindy within reach and smirks at Lance.

Zero McHannon: Don’t be foolish enough to think I wouldn’t kick your teeth in, Lance. I’m not the rest of the kids on this HKW Roster, I’m not the guy you need to try to impress with threats and bullshit, because I don’t back down. You want a war? You’re looking at the wrong person. But hell, I don’t really blame you considering none of the others are trying to put up a fight against you.

Unsure of what exactly is going on, Cindy marches around Zero and rips her phone out of Lance’s hands. With her phone secured in her pocket, she raises the microphone as if she’s about to say something, but decides it’s probably better to hide behind Zero and Gambino before she speaks up. Once she’s behind the duo, she clears her throat and peeks through the little space in between Zero and Gambino’s shoulders.

Cindy Parker: Now you listen here mister! You can’t just take my phone like that? I do you a solid and you come out here, have a crew member get Samoan dropped and you take my phone?! Heck no. I won’t stand for that crap.

Now growing courage, Cindy stomps around Gambino and Zero and stands only a few inches away from Lance. Realizing how stupid this was for her, she backpedals just enough to get in between Zero and Gambino, no longer hiding but keeping a safe distance.

Cindy Parker: You know what? This is actually all too silly right now. Lance, you know that since the first day you got here there’s been nothing complaints. Complaints about sneak attacks. About a “rough” style. Heck, you even took a pee on someone.

She makes an ew face by scrunching her nose and shaking her head.

Cindy Parker: I know you don’t care, but we can and we will fire you. But instead, we’re trying to make this work out for everybody. There’s people back there who want a piece of you and entire clan, and there’s those that don’t. This here app is going to separate the lions, from the puddycats. And, to make matters even better for you mister Lance… All the matches will be contested under YOUR rules… RIP Rules.

A small cheer is heard from the crowd, some of the fans already knowing what to expect with RIP rules. Lance with a smile on his face even claps cheering with the crowd.

Zero McHannon: For once, we’re putting things into your favor…. Your way, your style as Cindy said. Just make sure you enjoy that little piece of heaven Lance….

He pats the RIP leader on the shoulder and smirks, backing away almost as quickly as he put his hands on him.

Zero McHannon: Because, you really shouldn’t get use to it. I plan on sending up a new rule soon that will automatically have anyone fired if they interfere in a match. Live your little luxury while you still can. Once that rule gets approved, it’s even out of my hands if you were to break it.

Lance and the rest of the members chuckle. He nods as he steps back towards the ropes.

Lance Winters: That’s adorable. FUCKING ADORABLE! I love it Zero, I really do. Go right on ahead buddy ol’ pal! DO IT!

He makes a heart on his chest as he looks over to Cindy.

Lance Winters: We appreciate your gift, Ms. Parker. Now let’s just wait and see which poor soul elects to commit suicide on this little program.

Cindy makes an “Awee” sound as Zero and Lance have a brief staredown until Lance and the rest of RIP decide to head to the back. Confused as to what just transpired there, Cindy shrugs her shoulders and motions for someone in the back to play her music as Zero continues stare at the members of RIP. After a few seconds of “Nobody’s Perfect” by Hannah Montana, Defiance goes to commercial focusing on RIP heading back to their blocked of location in the training facility.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following is match number three of this best of five series and is scheduled for one fall!

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. 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.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California; weighing in at 110 pounds, ARIA SOLIEL!

The intro to "The Angle" by The Core begins playing as Asher Daniels slowly makes his way onto the stage, looking around at the crowd very nervously. He takes a deep breath as the first verse begins playing, before he makes his way down to the ring. He continues to look around at the fans as he walks down the isle, before he walks over to the steel steps and enters the ring. He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to a stage hand, then takes off his shirt and tosses it outside as he gets ready for the match at hand.

Sadie Sanderson McLean: And her opponent, from San Diego, California; weighing in at 170 pounds, XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

Match Four
Match Three of Five Series

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DING! DING! DING!


The match gets off to a quick start as both Aria and Xavier rush at each other. Xavier goes for a clothesline on his lighter and smaller foe, but she ducks underneath it. Xavier quickly turns around and is met with a knee to the gut. Aria quickly heads to the nearby ropes before Xavier runs towards her right as she bounce off the ropes and grabs her before lifting her and bringing her down with a suplex. Xavier quickly gets t his feet, runs towards the ropes, bouncing off of them, and performs a leg drop onto Aria's neck.

Xavier slowly starts to make his way over to the nearest corner after getting to his feet. He climbs out of the ring and onto the apron before climbing al the way to the top. Once there, he waits for Aria to get to her feet and turn her attention to his corner before leaping off and catching her head in midair, spinning her around and planting her head on the mat with Off The Wall! The audience explodes in cheers as Daniels goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Xavier quickly gets to his feet and takes a few steps back as he waits for Aria to get to her knees. Once she groggily does this, Xavier goes for Star Kick, but she quickly ducks it and rolls right out of the way, including out of the ring. Like any competitive athlete, Xavier follows her to the outside.Aria seems to think she's out of harm's way until Xavier grabs her from the back of the head, a look of shock appearing on her face.

1! 2! 3!

Xavier goes to toss Aria into the nearby barricade, but a sneaky backwards kicking low blow that keels over Xavier and makes sure the ref didn't see it allows Aria to take control. She then proceeds to the throw Xavier right into the close by steel post!

4! 5! 6!

Aria then grabs Xavier and slowly gets him up to both feet before tossing him over the barricade and into the ring announce, where he lands on top of some of the workers.

7! 8!

Aria turns around and slides back into the ring.

9!

Xavier seems to stir, but he is far too late to do anything!

10!

DING! DING! DING!

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

Aria has her hand raised by the ref before she begins to blow out kisses to the same audience that is booing her despicable performance here tonight.

Winner: Aria Soliel via countout (8:37)

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As the last match fades out, we cut to the backstage area where we see both members of the brand new tag team (and number one contenders to the tag titles) Future Shock. Both of the young men are sitting in a steel chair each, Colton leaning on his, while Jaxon sits more upright, looking more interested at that last match between Aria Soliel and Xavier Asher Daniels. He turns to Colton, who can't help but smirk at Jaxon's reaction.

Jaxon Queen: It's gonna be brutal here.

Colton Sterling: You sure as hell have your work cut out for you. We got some damn good wrestlers on this roster.

Jaxon nods his head.

Jaxon Queen: Can't disagree with you there. Honestly? Feeling a lot of emotions heading into our debut as a tag team.

Colton Sterling: I can understand that.

Jaxon Queen: You can?

Colton now nods his head.

Colton Sterling: Yes. When I made my debut, my hands were shaking.

Jaxon raises an eyebrow before turning back around and staring at the television screen. While he keeps his eyes locked on the screen (on purpose), Jax speaks up once more.

Jaxon Queen: How are you feeling about our tag team debut?

Colton shrugs his shoulders, sort of shaking off the thought about any butterflies in his stomach.

Colton Sterling: I've been here awhile. Less butterflies in the stomach. More readiness to fight.

Jaxon slowly nods his head while keeping his eyes locked in on the television.

Jaxon Queen: And how do you feel about facing your girlfriend for her title?

Ah, the big question. Colton knew this was going to come up sooner or later. Sighing, Colton crosses his arms and stops leaning on his chair.

Colton Sterling: Honestly, it was bound to happen sooner or later. If it wasn't for this envelope, I would have had to face her in some kind of singles match or maybe one with more brutal stipulations. Am I going to take it easy on her because she's my girlfriend? Nope. She'll get the same treatment as any of my other opponents who I don't want to actually beat the shit out of will get.

Jaxon Queen: I hope you took no offense to me asking you that...

Colton Sterling: None taken. Let's just watch this damn show and see what happens in that main event.

Jaxon once again nods his head as he and Colton simultaneously lean back in their chairs as the scene fades out.

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We cut to the backstage and on the screen immediately appears a familiar face that causes the HKW audience to start cheering. This face is familiar from his appearances made on PDW PPVs and for it’s appearances in other wrestling companies. It is the face of none other than Blake Jones, who is keeping himself occupied by playing a rip off of Flappy Birds on his phone and not noticing the camera catching him.

Blake Jones: I hate this game so much…

Suddenly peeping over Blake’s shoulder…

Lance Winters: Yeah me too. Threw my phone at some bitch the other day just because of it.

Luke looks over Blake’s other shoulder and shakes his head.

Luke Wisia: Don’t you know you can sell them jawns on ebay for hundreds of dolla’s now? You stupid holdin’ onto it.

Lance Winters: You know most of these dumb fucks don’t know any better Luke.

Blake closes the phone and slowly turns around to look at the two men who just seemingly popped out of nowhere. Keeping his phone in his right hand, Blake fixes his black blazer out before flashing them a smirk.

Blake Jones: Well, hello to you too.

Blake then looks only at Lance and continues to keep that smirk on his face.

Blake Jones: Nice to know I’m not the only one who can’t beat his high score. Though if I’d whip this phone at any bitch, it would be at one who works here by the name of Milo.

Blake then turns and looks at Luke, still keeping that positive attitude.

Blake Jones: And I don’t need to sell this phone and the game for money. I’m doing pretty well for myself and, even though the game is frustrating, I actually like playing it.

Luke puts his hand in the shape of an L on his forehead.

Luke Wisia: Lossssssser. Ya rich ass should get a PS4, not a flappy cock to look at all day.

Blake chuckles as he stares at Luke.

Blake Jones: Why, what do you think I have in my game room at home? But, speaking of losers...

Blake takes a step towards Luke as he slips his phone into his pocket.

Blake Jones: For someone who had such great hype...you ain’t really done shit around here, Luke, huh?

Blake smiles as he brushes one of Luke’s shoulders, seemingly brushing off the “dust” that’s on there.

Blake Jones: What we got with you? Made your debut in that eight man tag and hit Milo Boyd in the face with the worst superkick I’ve ever seen in my life. Then you went to a draw against Boyd. Then Zakk Lewis of all fucking people got you your first victory. Hmmm...

Luke looks at Blake with confusion. He laughed out loud and made sure they could hear his voice rooms away. He then looks over to Lance with tears in his eyes, coughing because he was laughing so hard.

Luke Wisia: Yo, seriously, I can’t deal with this clown yo. I haven’t been pinned. Ain’t a soul on the roster to make me tap. I’ve had a loss, two draws, and a win. And my loss? I walked outta that shit. That makes me a loser though? HAHAHAHAHA!!! Mother fucka, my best is still ahead of me. Slowly makin’ my statement be known, one show at a time. I ain’t gonna lie though, I know we ain’t gonna please everyone. You’re just a hater, Blake. A fuckin’ two-bit hater.

Blake Jones: You talk a lot. LIKE....WOW. And hell yeah, you ain’t gonna please everyone, but you have to live up to higher expectations whether you want to or not there, Luke.

He shoots a look at his mentor.

Luke Wisia: Someone got flustered quickly, eh? A second hand wrestler tryna tell me what the fuck to do when I got some of the best teachers in this business.

Blake scoffs.

Blake Jones: By a show of hands, who fought for a World title in the past two weeks?

Blake raises his hand, then looks at both men, who keep theirs down. Blake then steps up to Luke, the two practically nose-to-nose.

Blake Jones: This “second-hand” wrestler isn’t really bothered by your comments. But, since I can’t wait much longer to say this I guess I better just let the people know right now. Defiance 13 and the next Ignite? It’s gonna have a special guest host.

Blake takes a step back and motions to himself, a big smirk on his face.

Blake Jones: Me. And as, guest host of both of those show two weeks from now, I have been told that I will have matchmaking power and this match idea went by pretty well with Zero, Cindy, and even your own cousin, Lukey. At Ignite, Luke Wisia will take on Milo Boyd in a NO DQ MATCH! That sound good to you?

Lance grunts a little.

Lance Winters: Why in the hell are you tellin’ us this? Hell...How do you know Little Milo is going to survive by then huh? HUH?! And who are you to question Luke’s capabilities in this business huh? You see this kid Blake? You’re looking at new generation of pure toughness at it’s core. He dropped some bitch in a match and walked out. And? He was just doing what he was told. He was doing the exact thing he was put into that damn match to do!

He looks over to Luke with a smile on his face as he pats him on the back.

Lance Winters: I did tell you, you did a fantastic job right? Because you did. YOU DID A MARVELOUS JOB! I’m proud of you kid. Hell I might even give you your patch if you smack this bitch right now!

He points to Blake Jones as he says this. Luke gets set and ready to hit the man as Blake prepares himself for a fight. Lance notices this and holds up a hand stopping Luke.

Lance Winters: But that wouldn’t be too nice to our “host” would it? Guess you’re just going to have to wait for a better opportunity Luke. But you’re getting there Prospect, you are.

Blake lowers his fists as he looks at both men before smirking again.

Blake Jones: You know what? Fuck Milo Boyd. He might be getting his ass fired before Ignite, so I guess we have to shake things up a bit differently, huh?

Blake thinks to himself for a second before nodding his head.

Blake Jones: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you guys hate those people that constantly bitch about your...”debut” and the attack you put on them?

Lance shrugs.

Lance Winters: I don’t know, I find it a little flattering really. Turns me on! To me, just some bitches gettin’ wet but can’t quite get the pleasure.

He smirks and rubs his chin while Luke was nodding his head in agreement.

Lance Winters: But hmm, some of these bratty bitches get on my nerves sometimes. So, an eight?

Blake Jones: An eight, huh? How would you like for them to shut up about it? To quit their whining and bitching?

Luke speaks up, standing next to his mentor.

Luke Wisia: Let ‘em talk all they want. You think that shit really bothers us? Shows us what kinda bitches they really are. They can talk all they want…. but what the fuck they gonna DO bout it? Not shit. Only thing they gonna do is put on a lil KY jelly and take it like the cunts they are.

He shakes his head, looking away from Blake.

Luke Wisia: Ain’t this some shit…… This wet footed wrestler is tryna put the roster against us, force them…. That’s some bitch shit. Cause Lord knows, none of them are volunteering to do a God damn thing.

Lance Winters: Hell, doubt any of them even have the balls to download a damn app on their phones let alone step foot in a ring to one of us. Lets be honest Blake, you can make this match. Not a damn soul will come out because they know just as well as me and Luke do. They don’t have the balls. THIS ROSTER IS FULL OF BITCHES YOU LAY ON THEIR BACKS AND TAKE EVERY INCH OF THE PUNISHMENT WE UNLEASH ON TO THEM. The HKW Roster is our bitch. Reapers Property. They know it. And if they don’t...They’ll lay down and accept it like the rest.

Blake looks at both men once more before letting out a sigh and speaking himself.

Blake Jones: Perhaps that is the case. Or perhaps not. Anyway, here’s what I’m going to do for you and your other biker friends. You’re all going to get the main event of Defiance 13 and you’ll be wrestling in an 8-on-1 gauntlet match.

Luke and Lance both have smirks on their faces, but Jones raises up a finger, meaning he has more to say.

Blake Jones: And RIP will be the 1. You see, I’m gonna find 8 other people who have the testicular fortitude to come out there and stare RIP in the face and they crowd one side of the ring and tag in and out as members of RIP will come down, 1 by 1. For example, Leifi is #1 and someone like...Cain Morgan is tagged in. Cain can tag in one of his partners and once Leifi, along with the others, gets pinned, the next one in line comes running on down. Sounds pretty simple, right? RIIIIIGHT.

Blake nods his head and begins to walk away before facepalming and walking backwards to where the two members of RIP stand.

Blake Jones: How could I forget? Lance? You’re going to be #8. And as for you, Luke? They’ll be a certain stip thrown in when you get to the ring.

Blake walks up to both men and grabs a cheek from each man, stretching it out as if they were kids before lightly slapping their face and walking away while laughing out loud. Lance rubs his face where Blake grabbed it.

Lance Winter: Should cut off his fingers and shove them up his dick hole.

He slaps Luke’s chest.

Lance Winters: Let’s go…

The scene then fades as the President and Prospect of RIP walk away in the opposite direction of Blake Jones.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following contest is a two on one handicap match and is set for one fall!!

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


The arena goes dim with a red glow filling the entrance ramp as "Walking Dead" by Z-Trip begins to play. A large, green question mark appears on the Platinumtron, illuminating Darwin Ridley who comes out wearing his trench coat and a towel over his head. He stops at the very top of the ramp and stands still for a few seconds before he tilts his head and takes his sweet time walking down the ramp. Out from the shadows appear Demento and Michael Myers who slowly follow him. He drops down and crawls down the isle, staring up at the ring with his tongue out and a blackish tar pouring out of his mouth. He gets back to his feet and charges toward the ring, sliding underneath the middle rope, stands back to his feet and tosses his towel into the crowd. Finally, he closes his eyes, removes his trench coat and waits for Demento and Myers to step into the ring. As the duo does, the two stand beside Darwin and look around as the lights return back to their original brightness..

The HKW Nation began to boo furiously at the trio who are standing in the middle of the ring. Darwin giving off a hideous smirk not being swayed by the idiotic masses. The referee for the night begins to motion for Darwin to head back to the backstage are as he was NOT to be anywhere near this match tonight. The HKW Nation began to cheer at the reaction that Darwin was giving off as he was being told this news. Throwing his hands up and kicking around, he ducked under the ropes and pointed to Demento and Myers mouthing orders to them as he disappeared behind the curtain.

After a few moments of the fans chanting "Gwen-Do-Lyn" 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".

Sadie Sanderson McLean: Ladies and Gentlemen, and boys and girl.. Hailing from London England, United Kingdom but residing in Philly, she is "The Rebel" Gwendolyn... MASSSEEEYYYYY!!!

After making it to the ring, she stand on the ring apron and motion for them to get more excited as she yells out "Know your place, hands down!!" before jumping into the ring and then onto the second turnbuckle as Gwen raised her arms up and pointed towards the crowd nodding her head to the beat of my entrance music.

Match 5
Two - On - One Handicap Match

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With Massey stirring up the HKW Nation with claps, they responded very euthistacily as they clapped along with her. Demento starting off the match for his team, both parties circled around the ring as the claps became faster and faster until both Massey and Demento locked up and quickly threw the young female a good distance into a corner. On one knee, she nodded her head before shrugging her shoulders and going back to Demento and began to deliver a series of quick kicks to his lower body before mixing it up with a couple of elbows. Driving him into a corner, she began to take it to him there as the referee came over to the corner and moved her away from Demento. Attempting to take advantage of the situation, Demento rushed out of the corner but Massey ducked under the clothesline attempt and jumped up and delivered an enzuigiri to the back of his head staggering him. With the pop from the HKW Nation, Massey returned back to her vertical and bounced off the ropes and followed up the previous move with a forearm which made Demento stumble back once again. Seeing this, Massey bounced off the ropes one more time but this time was met with a vicious big boot before letting out a blood thirsty howl.

Holding onto her mouth, Massey started to shake off the cobwebs from the boot she just ran into. As she started to get up, Demento scooped her up and slammed her onto the mat before bouncing off the ropes himself and delivered a big leg drop to her before following it up with a headlock takedown applying pressure to the female rebel. The HKW Nation starting to get behind Massey started to clap their hands to show support and for a moment, there was signs of life as she was able to return to her vertical and began to elbow Demento in the gut before running towards the ropes. Using that split moment, she ducked under another one of his clothesline attempts and bounced off another set of ropes before delivering a jumping knee to the man taking him down and placing him on his back. The fans were behind Massey as she pulled herself back to her feet and seized this opportunity and went on the offensive by picking the giant up to his knees and began to deliver a series of shots to his face, blow after blow the fans counted as she was about to get to five, Demento forced her away from him and without a moments hesitation, Massey connected with a roundhouse kick to his head and went for the cover..


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Tw-Kickout!!


Demento threw Massey off of him in a sense making her land on her feet. She watched as Demento got back to his and locked eyes with her. Making his move, he ran towards her and Massey was able to sidestep him before repeating her method of wearing down the big guy with kicks to his legs. Not having it, Demento grabbed Massey by her leg and then hoisted her up and slammed her onto the mat hard. Trying to catch her breath after that one, Massey turned over on her stomach holding it tightly. Demento grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into his corner where he slapped Myers in his chest which was equivalent to a tag. The HKW Nation threw their opinion of the “The Boogyman” with a barrage of boos. Both Demento and Myers picked Massey up and delivered a strong double sidewalk slam to her before Myers making the cover upon Demento exiting the ring..


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Th-KICKOUT!!!


Powering out of the pin, Massey got her shoulder up. Myers tilted his head towards the female before returning to his vertical and forcing Massey to get to her feet almost hoisting her up by her attire. Holding her up above his head, he began to circle around the ring with the fans just booing him as loud as they could. Tilting his head once again, he dropped her right back to the mat and she once again went back to hold her sides. Myers now in the driver seat began to stomp on Massey in various places before forcing her arm to stretch towards him and stomped on it. She quickly retracted it and began to cry out in pain. Demento began laughing and pointing as it was music to his ears. Myers went back and picked up the female once again but this time by her hair which made the referee get involved. The referee didn't say much after Myers slowly turned his head towards him and just like the victims before him.. the referee backed down. Turning his attention back towards Massey, he was met with a knee to his chest a couple times which forced him to release her. Holding his chest, he looked towards her and dashed for her but knowing where she was, she quickly pulled down the ropes which caused him to fly over onto the outside padding.

The fans knowing what time it was, Massey stretched her hand out and started to extend her fingers to make sure the feeling was still there. She turned around and ran towards Demento and delivered a triangle dropkick to him which caused him to hit the mat as well. Going into a frenzy, Massey bounced off the ropes and connected with a suicide dive onto Myers knocking him back down. She herself, released a yell and the fans returned it with chants of their own. Sliding back into the ring, she wasn’t no where near done as she flew out the ring once again connecting with another suicide dive on Demento knocking him down as well. Climbing up to the table, she pointed towards the fans who began to chant her name. The announcers respectively moved out of the way as she watched as Demento was getting back to his feet. She ran off the table and delivered a tornado DDT to him before sliding back into the ring.

With the tables turned once again but for the young rebel who grabbed the ropes and started to lean forward as Myers slowly made his way back into the ring to avoid the referees count. Still trying to get his mind right, he didn't see Massey in the corner setting up for something the HKW Nation saw a lot of last week. Once he turned around, Massey took off and attempted to hit her patented Endgame which resembled Callahan’s Phoenix Rising finisher due to the execution. Myers coming to just in the nick of time wrapped his fingers around Massey’s neck and went for the chokeslam from out of nowhere and dropped down to one knee. With both competitors out of it slightly, Demento made his way back to the ring apron and started to yell out towards Myers, telling him to pin her. Myers looking in that direction looked down towards Massey who was feeling the affects of that unexpected move. He shook his head and pointed towards Massey and motioned his thumb across his neck which weirdly didn't make Demento upset but made him smile. Demento jumped down and made his way towards the announcement table and completely destroyed it by moving every and all things off of it. With the referee tending to Demento trying to get him to get back to his corner.. Myers slowly stood up to his feet and turned the referee around and spooked the hell out of him which made the referee throw his hands up and back down once again.

Making his way back to Massey, he reached down for her but she was able to work herself around him to get the quick roll up


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Thr-BREAK UP!!!


Demento did not waste any time as he broke the pin up and shut the HKW Nation up in the same breath. Getting back to her feet, Massey leaned in the corner and moved the hair out of her face as she watched as a tag was made and Myers rolled out the ring and Demento came back in. He laughed at her as he stood there just making fun of the young female which started to upset the young rebel. He started to make his way towards Massey still insulting her and before he knew it, he was looking up via an Endgame that came out of nowhere from the now enticed Massey who straddled him and began to give him shot after shot after shot before getting off him to avoid being disqualified. She then picked him up by his head and planted him back onto the mat with a snap DDT before she moved into a corner and ran her fingers through her hair and began to clap her hands signaling that it was time to end this. The HKW Nation clapped along with her but before she could get anything started, Myers tried to get in a cheap shot but Massey used the ropes and elevated herself to deliver a kick to the head of him which made him stumble back and fall off the apron.

Returning her attention to the legal man - Demento. She nodded her head to the sound of the claps from the HKW Nation as he made his way to his feet, she met up with him and began to strike him a couple of time but after a few times he looked like he wanted to swing back. Catching his arm, she maneuvered herself around him and then connected with a signature Devil Lock DDT before getting back to her feet and locking in her finisher The Blackout. The fans on their feet and the submission moved locked in, it looked like Demento was going to tap BUT Myers came in and kicked Massey in the head once again forcing her to release the submission.

Myers picked up the female and wrapped his fingers around her neck as he hoisted her up once again about to go for another chokeslam but as he had her in the air, she was able to work herself out and landed on her feet. Massey bounced off the ropes and drop kicked Myers out of the ring before following him. Having had enough, she began to take it to Myers who was able to force Massey away from him so he could catch his bearings. Now a little hot headed, Massey ran towards him trying to make sure he wouldn’t get involved anymore she was caught off guard when from out of nowhere Demento makes the save by hitting her in the gut with a steel chair which caused for the referee to call for the disqualification.

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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The following match has been ended due to disqualification.. and your winner... "The Rebel" Gwendolyn MASSEEEYYYY!!!

Demento did not care as he scooped her up and commenced to slamming her onto the outside mat. Writhing in pain, the two watch as they looked over to the cleared out announcement table and Myers once again ran his thumb across his neck and Demento nodded.

The fans watched in horror and began to chant “No” as Massey was being drug over to the announcement table by Myers and Demento moved the steel steps towards the edge of the steps climbing them and motioning for Myers to pass him Massey. Picking her up, he did just that and she sat on the shoulders of Demento but before he could do anything there was a loud pop when Erin Moore came running down to the ring still feeling the affects from her earlier confrontation with the trio. She slid into the ring and then right back out as she began to take it to Michael Myers which caused Demento to turn his attention from the plan at hand. Starting to fight back now, Massey began to punch him in the face forcing him to release her. With the way she was drop it was in a perfect position and without hesitation she set up for the Last Laugh but then the lights began to flicker on and off before cutting off. When they were back on, there stood Darwin Ridely in the middle of the ring with his eyes dead locked with Massey who was any second from pulling the trigger on her finisher. With the fans going into a frenzy chanting “Yes” she threw Demento away from her and off of the table and made a B-line straight into the ring where her and Darwin began to duke it out. trading blows back and forth, it looked like Darwin was going to get the upper hand until Massey blocked one of his moves and took his legs from up under him and started to pound on him.

Though, the ass whooping didn’t last long as the number game became apparent as Myers threw Moore into the barricade which threw her out of the equation and the two followers quickly stormed the ring and began to take it to Gwendolyn. The two holding her in place as Darwin slapped her a couple times and pulled her by her hair just shouting obscene things to her, she headbutted him which resulted in the Demento and Myers to start beating her down again. With Darwin calling off the attack and ordering them to pick her up, the fans began to pop once again as The Diamond Twins - Candice and Carissa made their way down to the ring and went for Demento and Myers as they ducked under their attacks and delivered a double drop kick to them both knocking them out of the ring. Now with the twins turning their attention onto Darwin who just began to laugh at them and start mouthing off to them they motion for him to turn around and as he does he was met with Gwendolyn’s Bitter End spear before she stood above him kicking him out of the ring as she leaned on the ropes with Candice and Carissa both having their hands on one of her shoulders.

With Darwin now holding his side, Demento and Myers looked ready to go another round. The HKW Nation was on the edge of their seat for the next move began to chant “Yes” louder but before anyone could jump “Stay Ready" by Jhene Aiko began to play through the Arena speakers and an hella pissed Director of Operations - Anya Hunter came out

Anya Hunter: Cut the damn music!! I swear to the good lord above! Do you both not LISTEN!!! I am sick and tired of this shit!!! Darwin you are no better than that female in that ring… and you… Gwendolyn Massey! You want Darwin so bad huh!? You want to prove a point and be some kinda of hero!? FINE! He doesn't have to accept your little challenge you threw out a couple weeks ago because at the first ever Hard Knox Pay Per View - Breaking Point.. it WILL be.. Darwin Ridley, Demento and Michael Myers against whomever in the hell you can get by that time in a three on three tag team match!

The fans began to cheer at the news of the match as Massey smiled and Darwin began to have a fit. Though that moment was short lived when a female who was dressed in a black hoodie with the hood over her head and jeans appeared moving Candice and Carissa Diamond away from Gwendolyn. The Mysterious female delivered a Bank Shot to her before removing her hood to reveal herself to be Kayla Callahan who looking down at Gwendolyn mouthing something to her which looked to be "Tell your bosses that THIS is ONLY the beginning and you were the first". Darwin along with everyone one around the ring didn't know what to make of this situation though Ms. Hunter made her way through it all, sliding into the ring and smiled towards Kayla before looked down on Massey.

Anya Hunter: Thanks Kayla... Oh, and since I have your undivided attention now… with things going to the “extreme” next week.. It’ll be Gwendolyn Massey Vs. Darwin Ridley in a ladder match and the winner of that match will decide the match type for the tag team match at Breaking Point.. Enjoy the rest of your night Gwendolyn.

Kayla looked down on her and kicked her arm as she slid out the ring and disappeared through the crowd leaving so many questions still unanswered..

Winner: Gwendolyn Massey Via Disqualification (24:60)


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The camera fades from the black screen to white, then it cuts from static to show the hallways of Hard Knox. Out of the corner of the frame we see Reaper Prospect, Luke Wisia wondering around aimlessly. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket, but instead a black wifebeater, jean shorts, and a pair of dog tags that laid around his chest. Luke had a hand grasped around one of the dog tags, looking from left to right, not really sure which direction to go.

Luke Wisia: Holy fuck. Does this dude live with the spiders?

He randomly chooses a direction, making his way towards the production area of the facility. It was a place where most of the roster avoided going, giving them no appeal. Luke had been talking with some of the workers backstage, sliding them some money to give away the whereabouts of the man he was looking for.

Luke was there, but he didn’t see anyone, shuffling his feet slowly into the darkened area.


Luke Wisia: I know you’re here somewhere…. SHOW YOURSELF, KAI!!! I came alone, so you ain’t got shit to worry bout. Be a man and lets talk like men…. buddy, pal….

For a few moments, Luke heard and saw nothing as he looked around the dark Production Area for Kai. Suddenly, he heard something from behind him and quickly turned, and found himself staring into a pair of piercing green eyes.

He had found the man that he was searching for.

Kai stood impassively near a production kart several feet away from him, arms crossed over his chest as he gave Luke a calculating look. He had heard most, if not all that Luke had just said, so he knew that there was no one else around except for the two of them, but that did not mean that he was not cautious of his motives for coming here. Slowly, he walked over towards Luke, his face giving nothing away as he stopped right in front of him.


Kai: Normally...I wouldn’t waste my words on you. So I’ll ask one time and one time only, Banks…

Kai’s voice seemed to become colder as he continued to speak.

Kai: Why, exactly, are you here?

Luke swallows at such an introduction, as you could see his top lip quivering, but we didn’t know if it was out of anger or fear. His face stays stuck like stone as he lightly whispers.

Luke Wisia: You….

It was all he could manage to get out, taking a small breath to himself, and continuing on.

Luke Wisia: You know exactly why I’m here…. I came here to get a few things straight before they get shit totally twisted. Your brother… attacking Ronnie, my fam. Is that the way it’s gonna be, Kai? Innocent people gettin’ in harms way? That’s the way this bullshit works?

He seems to be finding some courage in his voice as he bites down, making sure he didn’t budge. It looks as if the two or going to butt heads, but Luke begins to start asking question again.

Luke Wisia: Shit gonna get personal, huh? We just gonna involve family members in the process? Startin’ a little fam feud, thinking we’re gonna be the ones to back down? Most of all…. attackin’ people who can’t even fight for themselves. This ain’t the way things have to be, Kai.

His voice was a pleading cry, but never took his gaze off Kai. Instead of taking a step backwards, he takes one forward, Luke and Kai now nose to nose.

Luke Wisia: I came here alone… to solve this shit. Or hell, you can let me know if that’s just the way it’s gonna be. Cause if it is, I can fight fire with fire. Don’t you guys forget that there’s another wrestler in the Banks fam. And Kai… if that’s the way it is…. I’m not gonna stand around and watch.

Kai stared blankly at Luke as he spoke for several long moments, before he narrowed his eyes slightly in what looked to be annoyance.

Kai: ….You little fool.

With those words, Kai sounded more like his older brother than himself as he hissed at Luke softly.

Kai: Do you believe that I know what “this” has come to? What he plans and plots as he watches all of you? I couldn’t tell you what the man plans on a daily basis, much less when someone has become a bit of a fixation of his, and I’m supposedly closer to him than anyone.

He paused, remembering something Luke had said, and gave him a curious look.

Kai: ...Though I do find it a bit….curious, that you’re shocked at his actions. While I’m not going to claim to know if he truly did not want to attack your kin or not, I thought that The Eldest Banks would have seen this coming. He’s known him for several years, and is probably the closest thing to a “Friend” My Brother will claim to have had….and My brother seems to make a habit of doing acts like this with those closest to him.

Luke’s face scrunches up, looking confused. He reaches up and grabs the dog tags around his neck, as if he was saying a little prayer to himself.

Luke Wisia: That seems…. like a load of stinky horseshit to me, and I think you’re a liar.

He looks up from the floor and at Kai. You could see his face turn red as the anger started to boil inside him. Luke spits to the ground and curls his hand up into a fist.

Luke Wisia: It’s cool though, two can play at that game. You keep that in mind, Kai. Felicity ain’t here to give you hell anymore, but I am.

Kai never breaks eye contact as he takes a step towards Luke, now just right in front of him. He said nothing for several long, tense moments, before he spoke quietly.

Kai: Believe me a liar if you have to, boy. I don’t really care. But I highly suggest you don’t involve yourself in whatever it is that My Brother wants to happen between himself and Banks. I personally don’t care if….

Kai’s lip curled and he sneers down at Luke slightly, showing a bit of contempt for him as well as the rest of R.I.P. He hadn’t forgotten them interfering in his match several weeks ago.

Kai: ...he gets his hands on you or not. It means less work for me when I run through your little group one by one. But I believe that they’ll want to settle this without any distractions.

Biting his bottom lip, Luke drew blood, eyes glistening at Kai.

Luke Wisia: I ain’t worried bout them. B can take care of his own yo. As for you…. If your brother thought what he did to Ronnie was alright… then I guess it’s alright if I pull a few cards outta my sleeve as well.

He shrugs at Kai, turning around and walking away. With one final look over his shoulder, it’s enough to make him turn around.

Luke Wisia: I mean… all morals go out the window if I wanna match with you… am I right?

With that said, Luke walks out of the camera’s reach, cussing to himself underneath his breath as he left. Kai watched him leave with a stoic expression, not moving from his spot for several moments. He glanced towards his left, before he shook his head slightly and walked away as well, disappearing into the darkened area.

As Kai was leaving, the camera slowly turned towards the direction he looked in, and it revealed something odd as it began to fade: The silhouette of a man standing in the shadows of a nearby Kart, staring off in the direction that Luke had left.


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Returning from commercial break Jason Mentez is seen walking down the hall heading towards the entrance area as it just about that time for his Tag Team match. As the camera pans to the front of him the R.I.P. leather cut given to him a few shows back was seen tucked in slightly from the waistband of his wrestling tights hanging off the right side of his leg. Focused and ready Jason's strides start to come up short as he sees HKW Champion Emilio Vialpando. Emilio dressed and ready for the match smiles at the sight of Jason, but Jason on the other hand not so much.

Emilio Vialpando: Que pasa? You good?

Jason Mentez: Estoy bien...what up?

Jason tenses up slightly taking a look around at his surroundings for a moment, just in case.

Emilio Vialpando: Nada I just wanted to...

He looks down and sees the R.I.P. cut in Jason's possession. He shakes his head.

Emilio Vialpando: Bruh, why the fuck you still got that shit? You know damn well them niggas ain't lookin' out for you. The fuckin with your head and you lettin' em! Throw that shit in the trash and burn that motha fucka.

Jason looks down at the cut and his eyes cut a little more as he meets Emilio's eyesight.

Jason Mentez: Dey been bout they word. I've been bout mine. It aint about nobody fuckin with nobody head. It's business. It's bout that bitch right there.

Jason nudges at the Championship belt hanging from Emilio's shoulder.

Jason Mentez: I want that muthafucka. I'ma get...that muthafucka. Everything else is preliminary as fuck to me. ¿Lo entiendes? Negocios. Straight up.

Emilio shakes his head looking at the HKW Championship. He takes his time to reply to Jason.

Emilio Vialpando: See, that's your fuckin' problem right there! Your greed for this belt corruptin' your head. You don't think that nigga Lance sees that shit? He over here takin' advantage cause he sees how fuckin' weak you are.

Emilio pokes Jason's chest.

Emilio Vialpando: If you wise the hell up and stop tryna quench that thirst y start thinkin' with what you're heart is tellin' you amigo...You'd realize just how dumb you lookin' tryna ride with them niggas. Do I really have to remind you what they did you? What they did to us? Do I Jason?

Jason's chest heaves heavily after the contact and words from Emilio. He gets a step closer never losing eye contact with the HKW Champion.

Jason Mentez: Weak is for the busters that sit and wait. Weak is for these fools in the back not making the changes they need to get ahead in this bitch. Aint SHIT weak here son and if dat bitch Cain wasn't just a worthless fuck you wouldn't have that bitch in yo hand to begin with. Greed?...

Jason chuckled sarcastically.

Jason Mentez: I'm the only one on the roster letting it be known what I want. The fuck I look like sitting back and pinning for it? Letting MILF Cindy and Zero decide my future for me? Fuck that. Nothin greedy bout a goal brah. I'm riding with the ones looking to redeem themselves for the shit they did to me. Lance see potential in a man willing to look past the past and toward the future. I don't need the reminder cause they gon redeem themselves for it. I'ma redeem myself for it and take that right there...off ya hands. You getting caught up in ya feelings, a nigga like me...business.

Emilio steps back shaking his head.

Emilio Vialpando: Caught in my feelin's? Nigga what?! I'm mad as fuck bout these niggas comin' out the blue whoopin' errybody ass then them not bein' punished for shit they do but once a nigga like me that ain't with them get's punished for tryna figure what the hell goin' on. Buisness? Nah bruh you just lookin' like a simp'. You lookin' like Reapers main bitch while a nigga lik Shawn Taylor tryna get that "main bitch" spot. Both of you some ignorant ass little bitches. Nigga wanna come out the blue and suck up to some niggas he don't know shit bout. Then you get your ass beat by em now you wanna turn around and join em?! The fuck? Is this that "Can't Beat Em, Join Em" mentality my nigga? Fuck that dumb ass shit. WAKE THE FUCK UP JASON!

Creeping from the shadows is Lance Winters who has a smirk on his face as he looks over to Emilio.

Lance Winters: Oh Emilio! YOU HAVE IT ALL WRONG! Please, allow me to correct you for your multiple mistakes. We want Jason. We're going to make him Champion, and there isn't nothing you or your little flock of bitches can do about it. Jason? Main bitch? NOPE! Jason is actually on his way to be a full fledge member of the Reapers In Pride! Shawn Taylor? Shawn Taylor is the equivalent of an obsessive groupie bitch that tries her best to get an inch of a rock bands dick shoved right into their PINK WALL OF WONDERS! But will never get it...Shawn Taylor isn't someone we the Reapers want around our club. Sure she can tag along hopping around begging for our attention but eh, he's not really even worth the trouble. Just another little bitch to not give a fuck about. But you guys can have him! I'M SURE HE'LL BE A PRECIOUS LITTLE CHEERLEADER FOR YOU GUYS! He sure does have that pretty bitch look doesn't he?

Emilio Vialpando: ...We don't want that bitch....

Lance laughs as he walks up next to Jason.

Lance Winters: Well then, thats unfortunate isn't chump? I would really suggest you stop trying to spread around your lies to Jason though, Emilio.

Emilio turns his attention to Lance clenching his fist trying his best not to take a swing at him.

Emilio Vialpando: Lies? Nigga what fuckin' lies!? YOU OVER HERE TRYNA MANIPULATE HIM INTO SOME SHIT HE AIN'T GOT NO FUCKIN' BUSINESS IN!

Lance Winters: WAIT?! IS HE NOT WORTHY OF BEING CHAMPION?! Did you hear that Jason?! He doesn't think you belong in the title picture.

Jason's face grims a little further as he takes a moment and slowly look between Lance and Emilio. He places his fist into his open palm and begins to crack his knuckles.

Jason Mentez: I'm still on the part when he called me an ignorant little ass bitch. For all your 'truth telling' you sho fucked up on that one homie. Cuz, you really lined me up with Shawn Taylor doe...

Jason's smirk is tainted with withheld anger.

Jason Mentez: I should beat the shit outta you right now real talk. You don't respect or like what I'm doing, that's on you. Straight up ho me like I ain't a part of the best in this company, like I aint give you a fight for your first defense. I legitimized yo ass and this is what you say to me?! I fuckin bring asses to this facility nigga, not you!! I can beat every member in R.I.P. I don't join shit without knowing what's best for me. Aint nobody listening to your pleading ass. Thats why the roster is what it is now. Aimless, lost, and without leadership. Everybody out for self but it's wrong when I do it? I'm FUCKED UP doe?! Keep preaching on that mountain Martin Luther Lopez...the fuck if anybody hearing you. Fucking Shawn Taylor, you get bitched slapped by your stylist like a trick on the corner and you wanna tell me bout what I'm doin?! Man brah lets get down to this ring, you and Tony can get ya asses kicked, and both of y'all can feel better when he gives you another blond treatment.

Jason gives a completely dismissive look toward Emilio. Lance begins to giggle as Emilio stands there taking it all in.

Jason Mentez: Fuck out my face cuz...

Lance Winters: So ungrateful Emilio! We give you that HKW Championship! Jason legitimizes you! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?!

Lance stands back placing his hand on his heart.

Lance Winters: That truly hurts! BOO HOOO WAHH WAHH WAAAAHHHH!

He looks up from the corner of his eye and laughs holding his stomach.

Lance Winters: C'mon Champ! Say something! You see what you just did? You done made the next HKW Champion angry. YOU WON'T LIKE HIM WHEN HE'S ANGRY! GGRRRRRRRRR!

Emilio Vialpando: Shut the fuck up Lance...

Lance places a finger over his lips still giggling. Emilio looks over to Jason shaking his head as if he was disappointed in him.

Emilio Vialpando: Man I ain't even say you didn't belong in the title picture. I know damn well that shit was just me and you in that shit. Yeah, you gave me a run for my money for this belt. I ain't sayin' you didn't bruh. And I ain't sayin' you still don't deserve a shot at this shit bruh. The fuck you got this nigga gassin' you up for?

Emilio steps up to Jason.

Emilio Vialpando: But don't you ever try and say some dumbass shit like you legitimized me. I got my self here. Shit if you wanted this shit so fuckin' bad your ass would of stopped me from gettin' that pin on Cain. But you didn't. That's why you ain't champion now. That's why your punk ass had to turn and do some pussy shit like go to these niggas for help. Screamin "ayuda me" from the top of yo lungs and shit. Don't get shit misunderstood nigga I fought for mines. And I didn't need no help to do it either. And you? Nigga you don't need nobody to hold your fuckin' hand just to get a shot at me. You proved it already but whatever. This the road you wanna go down? Do it...But you better make sure this the shit you really wanna do.

Emilio brushes past both Jason and Lance shaking his head. Lance looks on to Emilio still laughing a little.

Lance Winters: Getting tired of that kid's mouth. Time for you to shut it up once and for all.

Jason keeps his eyes on the departing Emilio as he slowly nods in agreement.

Jason Mentez: Hell yea. I got his 'ayuda me' fo 'sho.

Lance walks ahead toward the entrance ramp as Jason follows behind him ready for action.


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Sadie Sanderson McLean: The opening contest is schedule for one fall!!

It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio

Looking at a guy out here hollering my name

When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor

In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made

You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!)

Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun!


As the base drops fireworks erupt from the stage as Emilio looks up to the crowd with a cocky like smirk. He nods and begins to make his way down the ramp slapping his chest and yelling out to the crowd.

"LAX MUFUCKA! LAX!"

These pussy ass niggas

Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8


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

Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo

Young nigga in the low low

Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO


He nods and sprints towards the ring. As he slides in the ring he quickly pops up and sprints over to the nearest turnbuckle As he climbs to the second turnbuckle he again slaps his chest and points out to the crowd.

44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke

In the hood where there ain't no hope

Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap

Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke.


He nods as he seems very confident in himself. He then points to the sky and crosses his heart before stepping down to the mat. He then awaits for his opponent.

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

As FBG Duck's "Look At Me" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out. He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and standing there for a minute for no particular reason. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics to "Look At Me". He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out. After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring. Finally rolling under the ropes, Tony stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to a group of females he spots in the audience. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And his tag team partner from Boca Raton, Florida, weighing in at 145 pounds, "Sunshine" Scandalous Tony Carmine!

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.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: and now on his way to the ring, standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS!

“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. 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.

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!!!

Match 6

Tag Team Match


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Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell rings as the referee signals for the beginning of the match, while both sides are trying to figure out who will start the match up. Lance gives Jason the nod and steps through the ropes, giving his partner some words of encouragement along with a sneer. The other side starts with Emilio as Tony has already gone to his corner, throwing up a hand at his parter.

Emilio and Jason are staring each other down, giving a small preview of what’s to come as they lock up in the middle of the ring. Both men start to trade punches in the middle of the ring, before Jason dodges the last one, and throws Emilio into the ropes. When he returns, he is put down with a knee to the gut, flipping Emilio in the process. He is quickly back to his feet and charging at Jason, who wasn’t ready and trading a blow with a snap suplex. Jason tries to charge in like Emilio just did, but another snap suplex! The crowd is beginning to pop as Emilio lifts his opponent to his feet, but it’s reversed with a europeon uppercut.

Emilio has lost his balance and turns around to Jason throwing him across the mat with a tiger suplex. Tony is reaching out a hand, but Emilio doesn’t look like he ready to make the tag, and turns his attention back to Jason. He tries to grab Emilio by his feet and pull him back to the middle, but he manages to kick him away. Emilio goes for a flipping leg drop, but no! Jason wiggles his way out and returns with a shining wizard, falling to his knees for the pin.


One!




Two!!




T-No!!!


Jason has broken up the pin, but Emilio doesn’t look bothered, He lists up Jason by his hair, and walks over to his corner when he reaches out the tag to Tony. With an eyebrow raised at his partner, he accept the tag and comes in with a series of punches at Jason. At the last second, Jason dives at Tony’s legs and puts him on his back with a double leg takedown.

Jason uses this space to leap forward and make the tag to Lance Winters, who looks at Tony from the outside of the ring and starts to laugh. He slowly enter the ring and instantly locks up with Tony. To everyone’s surprise, it’s Tony that quickly flips Lance with a snapmare. He continues to hold in a headlock after the move, as Lance is clawing at his opponent’s arm with his nails. There’s some blood that begins to drip down Tony’s arm as he lets go. While grabbing his arm in pain, Lance grabs him from behind and executes a diamond cutter, lifting Tony’s leg for the pin and laughing at the crowd.



One!!




Two!!!





THR-NOOOO!!!!


Tony uses his legs to kick out of the pin while both of their partners are edging them on. Lance is walking a circle around Tony as he is slow to get to his feet, glancing up to Lance once he manages to get to a knee. Without notice, Lance begins to unleash a series of punches, trying to put Tony back down, but he only begins to fight back. Tony does manage to climb to both feet, but is put into the corner after a missile dropkick from Lance. He looks over to Emilio and starts to jeer him as he slowly walks towards the corner where Tony is. Out of nowhere, Lance is put down with a devastating clothesline.

Tony thinks about going for the pin, but he doesn’t look finished with his opponent. He tries to lift Lance back to his feet, but Lance grabs Tony by his feet and sweeps them out from underneath him. Lance is is looking to lock in the sharpshooter, but Tony puts a foot into his backside and pushes his forward. Lance turns around just in time to be met with a discuss elbow!!! Tony seems to have the last laugh this time as he falls forward and lays his arm over Lance’s motionless body.



One!!!




Two!!!





THR-NOOO!!!



Lance was able to kick out of the pin, but Jason was already in the ring, and ready to pull Tony off. When he sees that Lance has broken the pin himself, he doves forward with an elbow to Emilio, and putting him to the outside of the ring.


Both men are down in the middle of the ring as the crowd begins to stomp their feet in a rythme. Jason has returned to his corner as Lance is crawling forward to make the tag. Tony is trying to do the same, but looks up and only shakes his head to Emilio’s absence. Lance dives forward and we hear their hands clap as Jason rushes forward and pulls Tony back to the middle of the ring. Emilio seems to have picked himself up from the outside mat and pulls himself back up into his corner, shaking his head in Jason’s direction.

Almost intentional, Jason throws Tony in the ropes within an arms reach of Emilio. Him and his partner extend hands to make the tag, but it’s no use. Tony hits the mat with a hard thud as Jason executes a brainbuster and throws his hands up to the crowd afterwards. He tries to lift Tony up, but he rolls out of the way and jumps forward, hitting Jason with a rebound hurricanrana. Jason looks dazed as he tumbles towards the middle of the mat, Tony tries to follow, but it’s reversed! Jason manages to leap into the air, delivering a knee to the back of Tony’s skull. It was enough momentum that Tony rolls toward his own corner and throws up a hand, hoping that Emilio is there this time…. and he is! Emilio reaches out to make the tag and jumps onto the top rope. He throws his body towards Jason, but he’s caught! Jason throws Emilio backwards over his head, and the crowd lets out a grown when he almost lands on his neck.

Chaos seems to break out as Lance lets himself into the ring and starts to beat down Emilio. Jason joins in and the pair of them start kicking, at least until Tony has rolled back into the ring and starts delivering a series of punches to whoever he sees. Lance and Tony make their way to the corner still fighting, while Emilio is trying to find his feet. Jason is trying to help Lance, and hits Tony with a 720 DDT just when it looked like he had Lance where he wanted him. Jason begins to yell at the fans, walking around the ring….. Vibora Strike!!! Emilio goes for the pin while Lance is in the corner, just staring at Jason falling to the mat.




One!!!



Two!!!!






THREEE!!!!!!!!!


Ding! Ding! Ding!

Lance didn’t even attempt to break up the pin or help Jason as he wears a faint smile in the corner of the ring. Without a word, he steps out and begins to make his way up the ramp, ignoring everyone in the ring completely. Emilio has distanced himself from both Tony and Jason as the screen fades to black, the ring looking like a warzone.

Winner: Emilio Vialpondo and Tony Carmine via pinfall. (18:34)

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As the scene fades into the parking lot a lighter is heard being flickered. A stream of smoke is seen flowing with the wind. A small chuckle is heard as the camera pans around getting a look at the person smoking a cigarette...R.I.P. President, Lance Winters wearing a hoodie under his cut looking at his phone.


Lance Winters: Naughty, naughty girl.


He tilts his head with a smirk on his face.


Lance Winters: Very naughty.


Walking around along with her partner in crime Erin Moore who was wounded earlier from the preemptive attack from Demento and Myers. Gwendolyn Massey needed to get some fresh air and attempt to process what in the hell happened a couple of minutes ago after her match. Erin looking at her with concern as Gwen moved her hand up to her jaw and worked it a little bit still feeling the affects of the now rouge Kayla Callahan’s superkick which was made infamous by Brandon Banks.


Erin Moore: You feeling okay? I mean, no one saw that bitch coming, not even your sisters I think?


Gwendolyn shook her head as she looked out towards the lights that shine brightly in the city.


Gwendolyn Massey: I’ll live, its nothing but a kick.. I have people to beat the living hell out of and after I get my hands on Darwin finally getting him out of Hard Knox Wrestling.. there is one other in particular who will get the same beating if not worse.. and his name is -


Lance looks over hearing the women’s conversation as he takes a pull from his cancer stick.


Lance Winters: Winters...Lance Winters. OH HOW JOYOUS IT IS FOR YOU BOTH TO JOIN ME! I’m ever so delighted!


He says with a keen smile. Lance slides his phone into his jean pocket slowly.


Lance Winters: Now, now ladies. Don’t let litle ol’ me stop your wittle discussion. Please do, carry on! I’ll be as quiet as a mouse!


Gwendolyn’s eyes narrowed so quick as she balled her fist up ready to pounce on the leader of the Reapers in Pride who has been sicking his men on the roster like hounds. Erin grabbed her by her arm and held her back slightly.


Erin Moore: Not yet Gwendolyn..


Taking deep breathes, she jerked away from Erin and just gave Lance a stare out of this world.


Gwendolyn Massey: You’re damn right. Lance Winters was the name I was going to say. You are the man who deserves to be placed up under the jail house if you ever did anything. You also deserve my knee in your face too.


Gwendolyn started to slowly walk.


Gwendolyn Massey: The Leader of R.I.P, alone? Now this is a first, I thought you puppies were supposed to be a package deal?


While blowing out some smoke Lance chuckles.


Lance Winters: I’m not much of a liar so, I do admit I’ve had my fair share of stints “under the jail house”. I was quite comfortable actually. It was quite fun for me! But I much rather be outside of prison system, I get to enjoy the luxury of a woman’s touch.


He winks to Gwen. Before looking around with a smirk.


Lance Winters: This isn’t the first time I found myself alone...Was that kick a bit too hard for you to take Gwenny Pooh? Or maybe I hit you too hard….I APOLOGIZE!


He flexes his arms laughing.


Lance Winters: Guess I don’t know my own strength?!


Lowering his arms back down by his side he sighs.


Lance Winters: But allow me to explain myself...I’m just out here enjoying a little smoke as you can see. Can’t exactly smoke inside of there you know?


Gwendolyn shook her head recalling the events that happened at Defiance VIII. It made her blood boil to the point to where she could snap at any moment. Knowing that if she did, could result bad for Erin, she tried to remain as calm as she could even though Lance continued to spew bullshit from between his lips.

Gwendolyn Massey: Kayla’s kick? Ha.. you need not worry about that and as far as when we fought.. maybe you didn’t hit hard enough.. how was your nose? Any better? Nevermind, I really don’t care. Truth be told, I could care less about anything you’ve said. All I know is the obvious.. Next time you decide you want to jump.. I will be the one to knock you down. I along with many people are getting tired of you and your shit. I’m not on the side of the people who run the show.. no, I am on the side of wanting to kick your fucking asses! You better continue to pray that day never comes because when it does… you’ll see me for what I really am - a threat!


Gwendolyn said as she watched the man carefully not worried about if she had to back her words up at that point, time and moment. Lance takes another pull and exhales the smoke to the side, actually being polite and not blowing it in her face.


Lance Winters: It’s fine, in the lifestyle of mine shit like that is bound to happen. Oh so you think you pathetic fucks are actually doing something worth worrying about when banding together? That’s cute. You all are trying your best trying to convince yourselves you could actually take on the Reapers. It’s quite comical actually watching you all running around like frightened mice looking for a way out. YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FATE GWEN! THE REAPERS ARE HERE AND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU WILL REAP...Because we hear you all, weaping. Praying that the Grim Reaper doesn’t call your name. Doesn’t punch your ticket.


Lance looks around and leans in towards Gwen. He laughs a little and whispers…


Lance Winters: It’s a little bit too late for that. Besides...No one is listening any how.


He leans back up and laughs. Gwendolyn starts laughing herself which took Erin by surprise and in some way, she knew it caught Lance off guard. Gwendolyn stopped and sized Lance up and just smiled.


Gwendolyn Massey: Who in the fuck do you think I am? Everything you just said.. I’ll admit, how can a group of people who have different agendas band together like you circle jerks and take your asses out. Power and control is not what controls man.. it’s fear. The fear that you all have been able to inflict on the HKW roster in such the small time you’ve been here is impressive, I’ll admit. Though, you silly fucks don’t scare me! I’ve already told you this one time before. I’m not fighting you because of Maddison, I am not fighting you all because of what you said out your mouth. Not because management wants a group of people to be on the same page.. No, I am fighting you because I want to. I’m sick and tired of you all thinking you are better than the roster. There is strength in numbers but what happens when you cut the head off the head of a snake or any other thing in this world?


Erin Moore: You render the body useless and it’ll go limp?


Gwendolyn nods.


Gwendolyn Massey: Exactly. You claim that the majority of us are trying to convince ourselves that we have a chance of facing you all when I believe that it’s you trying to cause separation within the masses so that moment will never happen. Lance, I am not trying to escape death.. TRUST! I fear nothing in this world, no man, woman or stupid prick like yourself. So Lance, that’s the reasoning behind why, out of everyone in RI.P, I intend on kicking your ass. You wanna be at the top, I am the person waiting on you! Emilio has his hands filled trying to get people to work together and they show their asses, fuck em! He needs to have people backing him who will have his back and don’t intend on gaining anything and I’m that person! SO! If you think you are so big and bad.. make your move so I can knock your ass down a peg or two!


Lance raises his hand holding the cigarette between his fingers stroking Gwen’s jawline. He bites hit bottom lip.


Lance Winters: You know Gwen...You’re kind of hot when you’re mad.


He laughs and pats her on the cheek gently.


Lance Winters: I don’t give a fuck about your reasons. I don’t give a flying fuck about Emilio or whoever has his back. I don’t give a damn about any of you. You want me so damn bad Gwen? COME GET ME! Hell, I’m standing right here! DO YOU HAVE THE BRASS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?! HUH?! DO YOU?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO LET THIS BITCH HOLD YOU BACK?! HUH?! C’MON?! C’MON?!


He leans forward and points at his jaw.


Lance Winters: Well? I’M WAITING?! I’M FUCKING WAITING?!


Gwendolyn didn’t hesitate as she went to hit him, she was stopped before she could get to his jaw by Erin who was holding on to the young rebel’s arm as tight as she could looking at her with a serious look on her face.


Erin Moore: NO! Gwen, this isn’t the way. You have TOO MUCH riding on the upcoming weeks. Don’t forget you have to take out Darwin and what not. Lance is trying to go you into another fight and you aren’t one hundred percent and this asshole knows it.


Gwendolyn doesn’t say anything as she stares intensely at Lance who continues to point towards his jaw waiting on her to punch him. She closes her eyes and just chuckles.


Gwendolyn Massey: You’re lucky Winters... but you can’t avoid me forever, you and I will be in a sanctioned match! When I find a way and you know I will, you’ll be beaten.. and I promise that!! Oh…


Gwendolyn pushes Lance with a serious look on her face.


Gwendolyn Massey: If you put your nasty ass hands on me again, I will fucking end you.. Erin won’t always be the voice of reason..


Lance laughs hard as he throws up his hands.


Lance Winters: FUCKING PUSSY! HAHA!


Lance turns away from Gwen as he flicks the cigarette away.



Lance Winters: See you around Gwenny Pooh!

Lance heads back into the building as Gwen stares him down.

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Sadee Sanderson McLean: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening and it is for the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP!

"Hey motherfuckers!"

An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: Introducing first, the challenger… From Staten Island, New York. Weight in at a whopping one hundred and four pounds…. ANNIEEEEE ZEEEELLLLLLLLOOORRRRR!!

The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

“She is not scared to die/ Best things in life cause her to cry/ Crucify then burn”

The lights dim and "Brackish" by Kittie thunders through the arena as Ava Adore steps slowly out onto the stage. Her deep green eyes are focused on one thing and one thing only: the ring. When she steps through that curtain, there is nothing more important in her mind than stepping into the ring and getting her hands dirty.

Sadee Sanderson McLean: And her opponent… From Las Vegas, Nevada… THE HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION… AVA ADOREEEE!

She slowly walks down to the ring as the pyro sizzles around her. She holds her No Limits championship high in the air, never taking her eyes off Annie.


Main Event
No Limits Championship Match


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With the champion and the challenger in their respective corners, the referee holds the HKW No Limits championship high in the air before giving Annie and Ava one last look at it. Once the championship is in the hands of Sadee Sanderson McLean, referee Robinson asks both ladies if they're ready to which they reply with a simple nod of the head.

DING DING DING

Dashing out of her corner Annie Zellor, thrusting Ava into the corner and starts to repeatedly drive her shoulder into Ava’s midsection. Instinctively, Ava grabs a hold of Annie’s hair and rips her back against the mat, causing Annie to land hard on her head. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Ava slides out of the ring and reaches beneath it, pulling out table much to the delight of the crowd. After setting it up directly in front of the announcers table, Ava turns around and gets blasted by a baseball slide dropkick. Annie then measures her rival and vaults herself over the top rope, but Ava catches her and sends her spine first into the steel ring post. With Annie still in her grasp, Ava turns around and glares at the table she set up. She tosses Annie over her shoulder and goes for a running powerslam, but Annie slides down Ava’s back and quickly kicks Ava in the leg and follows it up with a stiff roundhouse kick to the back of Ava’s head, rocking the No Limits champion.

With Ava staggered, Annie looks over at the table set up by Ava earlier and jumps on top of it. She waits for Ava to turn around, and when she does, Annie jumps off the table and connects with a jumping tornado DDT onto the thin mat! After back to back shots to the head, Ava seems to have a glossy look in her eye as Annie tries to make a pin on the outside but referee Robinson tells her she can only win in the ring. Struggling to lift Ava’s deadweight, Annie finally gets Ava to her feet, but Ava blasts her challenger with a forearm to the face… BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE STEEL STEPS FROM AVA TO ANNIE!

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Still woozy from the back to back shots to the head, Ava gets back to her feet but the faraway look in her eyes shows that there was something off with the champion. She runs her fingers through her hair and then looks at her hand, noticing some blood coming from somewhere on her head. Immediately, Ava grinds down on her teeth and makes her way toward a still downed Annie Zellor. Ava pulls her away from the steps and then mounts overtop of the challenger, pummeling away with rights and lefts. Ava then rips Annie to her feet and drags her toward the table she set up earlier, looking like she’s going for patent “Crucified At Dawn” but Annie elbows her way free, and then connects with the Taka geri kick rocking and already dazed Ava Adore. Annie then leaps onto the ring apron and goes for a diving bulldog, but Ava catches her once again and sends Annie through both the announce table, and the table she set up earlier!

Ava lifts Annie up by her hair and rolls her back into the ring, but Annie keeps rolling to opposite side of the ring, glaring up at Ava.

Annie and Ava both seem to be exhausted and trying to make it through this fight in one piece and with a new piece of hardware as they are eyeballing each other from opposite sides of the ring now. Ava is on one knee while Annie is standing and they both begin to charge at each other. Annie jumps into the air and surprises Ava with a monkey flip, and bounces herself off the ropes again. This time she follows up with a perfect dropkick to Ava from the sitting position, make her back hit the mat with a sickening blow. Annie goes to climb the turnbuckle for her next move, perching herself in the corner. Once Ava starts to stir to her feet, Annie launches herself forward. Headbutt by Ava as she jumps in the air as well!! Pin!!


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Two!!!





T-NO!!!

Annie slides her way out from underneath the pin as a shock of surprise crosses Ava’s face. She starts to slowly shake her head, and lift Annie back to her feet by her hair. It isn’t long before she throws Annie across the ring with an exploder suplex, causing her to tumble to the outside yet again. Ave slide out of a different section of the ring, sizing up her opponent, as Annie is finally using the barrier to get back up. She grabs Annie by the back of the hair and begins to throw her into the barrier, but’s reversed and Ava goes to the mat headfirst! Annie wastes no time as she jumps onto the top of the barrier, tip toeing her way along, and leaping out for a leg drop right to Ava’s ribs.

Annie doesn’t seem done there as she slides back into the ring and begins to climb the corner turnbuckle, the crowd going wild to see what she has in store for them next. Ave is using the barrier for help and turns herself around, but only to Annie sailing through the air and executing a taka geri from just a distance! We see Ava’s body flip over the barrier and into the crowd as the crowd begins to chant along.

”AN-NI ZEL-LOR!! AN-NI ZEL-LOR!! AN-NI ZEL-LOR!!”

Annie doesn’t seem to hear the fans chanting her name, only the adrenaline as she pulls Ava from over the barrier and guides her body back into the ring. Annie tries to go for the pin, but doesn’t notice that Ava has rolled back to one knee. Annie is caught off guard as Ava lifts her up for a northern lights suplex and desperately goes for the pin.


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Two!!!





Th-KICKOUT!


The crowd goes nuts as Annie manages to find the energy in her to kick of of the pin once again. Ava hops to her feet and begins to pace the mat to relinquish her anger.

Annie has flipped onto her stomach, holding out a hand to find the ropes, but only finds Ava’s hand as she is lifting her back up to her feet again. This time Annie escapes from Ava’s grasp and plants her with a facebreaker DDT, giving herself a moment of rest as they both lay in the middle of the mat, looking as if they’re unable to move.

After a moment, both champion and challenger begin to squirm around the ring, looking for the nearest ropes to assist them to their feet. Ava is first to her feet, but as she stands she begins to stumble around, dropping to one knee before making it to Annie. Ava tries to shake the cobwebs off and quickly drives a knee into the slowly recovering challenger. Ava pushes Annie down, steps on her hair, and pulls her arms up, ripping Annie’s hair nearly off of her skull. Ava proceeds to slide out of the ring and reaches under the ring, pulling out a set on nunchucks and glancing at them with a surprised look on her face. She shines off a soft smirk before twirling the nunchucks around in her hand like a ninja, and then slides into the ring, still twirling around the nunchucks. She waits for Annie to rise to her feet, and when she does, Ava swings the nunchucks wildy toward Annie, but the challenger ducks out of the way and…. ROUGH N TUMBLE! ANNIE CONNECTS WITH TIGER FEINT KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE!

The crowd explodes as Annie gingerly crawls toward Ava and drapes her arm across the champions chest.


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TWO! …….









THHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNO! AVA GETS HER SHOULDER, SURPRISING THE CROWD AND ANNIE ZELLOR!

Annie runs her hands down her face, grimacing over the fact that Ava kicked out. She looks at a still downed Ava and simply shakes her head, her lips reading “What do I have to do?” as she continues to stare at Ava. The crowd begins another Annie chant as the youngster looks around the crowd and begins to feed from their energy, rising to her feet and pulling Ava up with her. Once at a vertical base, Annie kicks at Ava’s leg repeatedly and then goes for the headshot, but Ava ducks underneath it and swings wildly at Annie, completely missing her target and almost falling face first to the mat. Annie could sense that there was something up with Ava as she was reluctant at first to attack.

Annie watches as Ava tries to will herself her feet, noticing that there was still fight left in the champion, but the lights upstairs were turned off. Contemplating her next move, Annie bites down on her lip and watches as Ava staggers up to her feet….


ROUGH N TUMBLE! SHE CONNECTS WITH IT AGAIN ONCE AGAIN. SHE HOOKS THE LEG…


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TWO!








THREE!


Ding ding ding!

Winner: Annie Zellor via pinfall. (20:34)

“Polo Club” hits the sound system as Annie goes to her knees, nearly bursting out in tears as referee Robinson hands her the No Limits championship. Raising her newly won championship high in the air, Annie glances over at a still downed Ava Adore and tells the referee to go check on her, legitimately concerned for Ava’s wellbeing. With referee Robinson checking on Ava, Annie hears the ovation coming from the audience inside the Hard Knox Training facility, finally letting herself tear up as she tries to hide them behind her patent #grrface. She exits the ring and holds out the No Limits championship for the fans to touch as she walks up the aisle and onto the top of the ramp, raising the HKW No Limits championship high in the air and making sure to remind the people of PDW that it’s only a matter of time until she’s inside a PDW ring, urging them to pay attention as the show comes to a close.
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