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D E F I A N C E - 15; Live from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada - Only on HBO
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The scene opens with the roar of motor cycles outside of a bar as "Defiance" by. Righteous Vendetta hits. The streets of Philadelphia set the scene as a line of motorcycles leading up to the entrance doors of the Hard Knox Training Facility are shown. The beat drops and all members of Reapers In Pride step outside of the facility led by the President Lance Winters who is seen drinking a beer before tossing the bottle with a smirk on his face as he looks towards the camera. The camera transitions to a visual of Joey Perello celebrating his No Limits Championship victory with the rest of RIP applauding him, and his girlfriend Onyx holding his arm high in the air. The picture changes to Emilio Vialpando, standing back and watching Perello as he holds the No Limits Championship in the air. Clips of Emilio HKW World Heavyweight Championship reign flash before the screen, a chant of LAX! in the background.

I will spit in the face of defeat
Standing at the feet of my enemy
With fearless taste
I'm here to claim my victory


Highlights of Felicity Banks hit the screen. Felicity is seen carrying a pair of diamond encrusted brass knuckles in one hand, and an opened compact i the other as she looks at herself in the mirror, admiring herself and even kissing her reflection on the mirror. Ina is seen in the reflection of mirror, slipping on a tight pair of jean shorts, a clear picture of Ina's behind before she gets the shorts on. Images of the duo destroying Tank flash on the screen with Felicity holding up her custom made diamond encrusted brass knuckles, Ina patting a bloody Tank's head mockingly.

With a rope around my neck
I can feel the pressure of cheating death
I am facing the giants
Planning to silence the nations


Banks$quiat is seen standing at the top of a ramp looking out at a the crowd. Highlights of him taking out former RIP Sargent of Arms D.C hit the screen before it quickly transitions into her Reapers Hellhounds to taking out everyone who stood in their way. Colton Sterling and Jaxon Queen are shown having a face off with the Hellhounds until the picture rips in half with Jinzai and Michael Alexander diving into the frame dressed in full Super Saiyan gear.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


The scene quickly changes to Breaking point showing Salem Cartier getting screwed out of her Cyber Championship win after Kayla Callahan's interference wasn't seen by the referee, allowing her to eliminate Salem. The two's rematch is shown with Brandon Banks making a fast three count after Callahan hits Salem with the BanK Shot. A small clip of Cindy Parker blowing a kiss to the camera flashes on the screen before the scene transitions to Zero McHannon playing with his albino tiger, Tyler Durden.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


The video transitions to Kai using his patent Kai Bomb to put Zakk Lewis through the announce table, followed by Kai and Luke Wisia brawling all around every arena HKW has visited. It cuts to Zakk Lewis' recent mean streak, the site of him calling out his own brother to a match. The cut transitions to Hunter Werth walking down the entrance ramp, slapping the fans hands at ringside. Xavier Asher Daniels is showing "Star Kicking" Aria Solial which transitions the image to Anya Hunter, seductively sitting on her desk.

Overtaken by the sound of the cadence
Can you hear it?
A million lives were there for the taking
Not one was spared history in the making


A barrage of images flash before the screen including Colton Sterling, Jaxon Queen, Lance Winters, Joey Perello, Hunter Werth, Salem Cartier, Tanner Sands, Eddie Ramirez, Felicity Banks, and finally, Emilio Vialpando as the camera cuts to the area!

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With the pyro going off the Ottawa crowd continued to cheer and chant in their wild frenzy. The camera pans out around the arena as it catches a couple of signs, some saying “FELICITY BANKS FOR PLAYBOY”, “#ERAOFSANDS”, “WE CAME FOR WERTH”, “VOLKOV = NEXT BIG THING” and so on. Finally the camera zooms into the broadcast team where all three members were looking around them at the excitement which was evident inside the arena.

BRIAN MASON: Welcome Ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Hard Knox Wrestling’s Defiance - episode number fifteen! To my left as always is my best friend in the world, Alexa Corra.

ALEXA CORRA: Don't start already, Mason.

BRIAN MASON: ... And to my right, the newest member of the Defiance broadcast team... RANDY THE GUY!

RANDY THE GUY: It's about damn time! Now Alexa and I can carry your ass since you might be the most boring man walking this earth.

BRIAN MASON: Alrighty, then. Well lets wrap up what happened the last time HKW aired. On Ignite, we saw not one... Not two... But three vicious attacks, and I can't figure out a reason for any one of them!

ALEXA CORRA: What's so hard to figure out? Them 420 bitches were a waste of space, getting paid to do basically nothing. Tank was on his way out, and my girl Felicity Banks and her friend Ina just gave Tank a goodbye gift.

BRIAN MASON: And Mentez?

ALEXA CORRA: Shouldn't have crossed the Reapers.

RANDY THE GUY: You guys are boring me with all the talk about last week. What about tonight, dumbasses! We got three championship matches!

BRIAN MASON: That's right ladies and gentlemen, tonight we're going to see Xavier Asher Daniels take on the newly crowned No Limits Champion, Joey Perello. Dirt sheets are reporting that Xavier's knee is nowhere near one hundred percent for this match. Some are going as far to say he shouldn't even be competing after the number Felicity and Ina did on that knee of his at the last Defiance.

ALEXA CORRA: Welp, despite how boring I think Daniels is... I gotta respect the fact that he's competing tonight. He's lucky Fel and Ina didn't rip his knee from his thigh.

BRIAN MASON: You seem a little biased toward Felicity, Alexa...

ALEXA CORRA: That's my girl. We go beyond this wrestling thing. Anything she does, I support. And if she ever calls, I'll be there. I wrestle too, ya know. I just happen to like being the voice of HKW television!

RANDY THE GUY: Alexa loves talking about herself, Mason. You'll notice that. But... DAT MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH. THE SUPAH SAAAAAAYAINNNNS AND FUTURE SHOCK!

BRIAN MASON: That's one I'm certainly looking forward to. Future Shock makes their first defense against a team that had become one of the elite here in HKW.

RANDY THE GUY: That's cause Jin's Bruce Lee's nephew. I read that on KollegeKid and they never lie.

ALEXA CORRA: If you ask me, Jaxon and Colton are only champions because Hunter Werthless stopped Leifi from breaking up the pin at Breaking Point! Let me repeat myself from a few weeks ago... FLUKE CHAMPIONS.

BRIAN MASON: And your bias towards RIP could be explained...how?

ALEXA CORRA: #HeelShit

BRIAN MASON: ... Moving on, in just a matter of moments we will be crowning a new Cyber Champion after our former champion, Kayla Callahan-Maivia suffered a significant arm injury. Any picks for this one, guys?

RANDY THE GUY: No idea, but I do have a question... Why ain't my boy Bank$quiat in this match?

BRIAN MASON: That's a question for our GM's, not me or Alexa.

ALEXA CORRA: Mhmmm...lil bitch.

Mason is shown tossing his hands over his face as former Ignite commentary team share a laugh.

BRIAN MASON: I miss you, Madison.

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Pacing down the hallway is Felicity Banks, dressed down in a tight black tanktop, even tighter jeans, and a pair of Jordan VI’s. She licks her lips as she stops outside the door that reads “Chief of Staff : Selena King.” She pushes open the door, not bothering to knock and sees Selena standing next to a ball dispenser that looked a lot like a lottery machine.

SELENA KING: Oh, hey stranger. Long time no see!

FELICITY BANKS: A whole twenty minutes...

Felicity smiles, walking toward Selena and the ball dispenser.

FELICITY BANKS: So you want me to pick my number out of here?

Felicity reaches in, but Selena grabs a hold of her hand.

SELENA KING: Actually, Felicity. Your numbers already been picked out for you. It was a special request from… Someone.

Felicity squints her eyes, confused as to what or who Selena was talking about. Selena reaches behind the table and hands Felicity a ball, with her entry number inside of it. Felicity pops it open and takes out the little piece of paper, her lips curling up into a smile as she reads the number.

FELICITY BANKS: Special request, huh?

Felicity chuckles, looking up at Selena and shooting her a wink.

FELICITY BANKS: You’re the best, you know that?

SELENA KING: Yeah, you’ve told me that a few times. But I didn’t do anything this time… I don’t think?

Felicity nods her head sarcastically.

FELICITY BANKS: Riiiiight.

Felicity leans in and gives Selena a kiss on the cheek.

FELICITY BANKS: Alright, yeah. Gotta go wait for Brad Kane to drag his should be retired ass from the old folks home. I wanna be there front and center when he announces the stipulation for our match at Destiny.

Felicity glances down at her entry number to the Rumble to Destiny.

FELICITY BANKS:Destiny.

Felicity keeps her eyes on her number as she walks out of Selena’s office.

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Backstage we see Kaysie Sherell standing with her cell phone in hand. The young upstart isn’t paying attention to her surroundings as much as she is her phone. Intently staring at her phone she begins to text with a smile on her face. After a few moments of staring down at her phone, she starts to walk while stilling looking at her phone. It seems like nothing can pry her eyes away from her mobile device. After walking a few more feet, she accidentally bumps into someone causing her to drop her phone the ground. She takes a moment to bend down and pick up her phone without acknowledging the person that she bumped into. After looking around her phone to see if there was any damages, she finally opens her mouth to speak.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Oh… I’m um… sorry, I should probably pay attention… Oh it’s you.

The person she is referring to is none other than Salem Cartier. Looking at Kaysie, she makes an exaggerated angry face for half a second before breaking and smiling.

SALEM CARTIER: Yep, it’s me… good ol’ Salem. You’re lucky it WAS me, and not some of the other select individuals who roam these halls, gal. They probably wouldn’t be so nice. What’s new in your world anyway?

Kaysie took a moment to smile at Salem before averting her eyes back to her phone. After a moment it seems like she is totally blowing off Salem’s question as she continues to pound away at her phone. Eventually, Kaysie looks back up and begins to speak.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Oh, you know the usual. I’ve been having promotional shoots and stuff like that. I really think things are starting to look up for little ole Kaysie. You know I mean I’m finally starting to establish myself in the ring a bit more. I mean you have been doing pretty good, I can only hope to get what you get one day. I have no doubt that I will… it’s just a matter of time.

Salem looked at Kaysie’s phone for a second before speaking.

SALEM CARTIER: Yeah, you must have tons going on, they way you’re beating that phone to death. I’ve been in the ring with you a time or two, you’ve got some skill going on. Just keep it up. Try and remember that the wrestling is the most important thing… all that other stuff, that’s the icing on the cake. This is Hard Knox Wrestling, not Hard Knox Photo Shoots. Even though, don’t get me wrong… you’re good at that too. You certainly left an impression with the viewers last time out, with the antics involving you and our beloved co-owner Mr. Banks, huh?

She chuckled and uncapped her bottled water, taking a drink. While she did that, Kaysie gave her a rather serious look. After a moment she began to play in her hair with her right hand before she began to speak.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Look, nothing happened with me and Brandon. I went to thank him and we played chess. Nothing serious, actually he is… quite good at playing chess. Way better than you’d think. He’s a good guy, I had to thank him for the opportunity that he’s given me… nothing more.

Salem just nodded and waved her arm out in gesture.

SALEM CARTIER: Oh cool, I mean… it’s none of my business either way. Chess. Yeah, he’s good at playing that, he quickly pointed that out to me once.

Kaysie was looking down at her phone, before she looked back up at Salem.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Oh? Well trust me, he’s a very experienced chess player… I didn’t have a chance in the world. Of course, I only played chess twice prior to… playing with him.

Salem got a tad confused look on her face, then played it off with a smile.

SALEM CARTIER: Riiiight. Well, just keep your eyes and ears open, everything here is chance at a new learning experience. If you’re really… into playing chess... at wrestling events, I’m sure you can be the next Bobby Fisher. Me, I’m not into games so much. But anyway, what’s next for Kaysie in the ring, where do you hope to excel at next in this glorious chosen career of ours?

Kaysie smiled before she crossed her arms over her chest.

KAYSIE SHRELL: Well, I want another title. Before I got here, I won one in a dearly departed promotion… I just want a chance to show that I can do some amazi….

Suddenly, Kaysie reverts her attention back to her phone as she quickly unfolds her arms and begins to text away once again. She doesn’t even finish her statement as she continues to text away. After finishing her text, she looks back up at Salem.

KAYSIE SHERELL: What was I saying?

Salem is starting to get frustrated.

SALEM CARTIER: You were just telling me about…

Just then Salem’s eyes got big as she reached into her pocket for HER phone. Looking down at it, she swallowed hard.

SALEM CARTIER: Oh… hey. I really need to take this, talk to you later okay?

Kaysie looks down at her phone for a moment before she speaks without looking up.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Okay… awesome, see you around.

Salem smiled and waved.

SALEM CARTIER: Yep, have a good night!

Salem walked on down the hallway and around a corner out of earshot. She looked at her phone.

SALEM CARTIER: Oh, the old phone call trick. She can text all she wants, but damn… look at someone when they’re talking to ya!

Salem shrugs into the camera as we fade out.

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Brian Gun stands there with a smirk on his face, Jesse and Zakk Lewis standing nearby.

BRIAN GUN: That is almost laughable.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh really. So am I a fucking comedian. Do I make you laugh? I’m sure I asked who. the. fuck. are. you. And judging by the way you dress, you look as if you just came out of a jungle gym. Who the FUCK are you?

BRIAN GUN: Let me introduce myself to you… Zakk. My name is Brian Gun and I am so superior to you, you couldn’t even jump and reach my level. If you think standing there and using four letter words and insulting my dress is going to intimidate me? Well guess again, Zakk. You can run your mouth all you want, but you clearly do not know what I am capable of.

Jesse laughs. Remembering the old days of how Brian Gun was.

ZAKK LEWIS: You think I give two fucks about who the hell you are? Oh wait… Wait.. I KNOW who you are. You’re Brian Gun. You came from that Truly Horrible Wrestling company with him. Yeah, I know you. You call people faggots, and you used to speak third person. Did you finally complete English class, and realize first person was normal? And do you still try to rip people’s hearts out. No. You look washed up. Get the fuck out of my sight.

JESSE LEWIS: What do you want.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, I don’t want anything. But an answer.

JESSE LEWIS: I said no.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, believe me.. Later tonight… You’ll change your mind…. You will….

Zakk Lewis walks off the scene laughing to himself. Jesse looks back at Brian Gun.

JESSE LEWIS: My…. dysfunctional brother.

BRIAN GUN: Sounds like someone needs to beat some sense into that little twerp.

JESSE LEWIS: Yeah. Alright. I guess I should go and see what else is going on in the back. Hopefully to see you in action soon.

BRIAN GUN: Thanks man, see you around.

Brian Gun walks off and Jesse Lewis does the same.

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DING DING DING

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the BLITZ MATCH for the HKW CYBER CHAMPIONSHIP!

The camera pans to ringside where we see the HKW Cyber Championship set perfectly on a podium just outside the ring.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Now, the rules of this match are simple.The wrestler who scores the first fall is the leader. If the leader scores another fall, they win the match. If one of the other two/three wrestlers pins the leader or makes them submit, that wrestler becomes the new leader and the match continues. The match continues one person scores back to back pinfalls, and thus, will become the new HKW Cyber Champion!

BRIAN MASON: I've been looking forward to this match since the announcement was made. HKW's own "Blitz" match. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?

RANDY THE GUY: Simple? I'm confused as hell! Why they can't just have a traditional wrasstlin' match or a street fight or some shit?

ALEXA CORRA: You get confused by which shoe goes on what foot, Randy. It's simple. Get two pins or submissions in a row and you win. That's it. Why Sadee decided to over complicate things is beyond me, but yeah. She's blonde, so...

The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance, tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat...

"Hey!

Don't touch kid, sleep with the lights on
Touch kid, how you surprise me
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"


She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience.

"You're something like a phenomena
Something like an astronoma
Now roll kid, rock your body off!"


She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes...

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first.. From Laconia, New Hampshire... seeking thrills that pay the bills... 'The Dark Crystal'... Salem Cartier!!!

She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out and playing to the crowd as the music fades.

BRIAN MASON: Here's the woman that I believe should've been Cyber Champion two times already.

ALEXA CORRA: Can we not start with the conspiracy theories already? This is Salem's third shot at the Cyber Championship. If she doesn't win it here, she has no one to blame but herself.

BRIAN GUN: Third time may very well be the charm for Ms. Cartier here to tonight.

RANDY THE GUY: You guys got any chips or something? We're not epected to be out here for two hours without food, are we?

"Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins playing over the loudspeaker. Hunter Werth makes his way out from behind the curtain doing a little strut as he comes out. He stops for a second putting his hand to his ear, waiting for the cheers of the crowd. He then starts walking down the ramp slapping hands with the fans beside the ring that offer them.

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


Hunter walks up the ring steps and swings around to the opposite side of the post. He grabs the top rope and propels himself over the top rope.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Her opponent... From Phoenix Arizona, weighing in one-hundred-eighty pounds... HUNTERRRR WEERRRRTHHH!

When he lands in the middle of the ring, he hops up again using the ring to propel himself up a big doing a 360. He then cracks his neck and goes to his corner waiting for the rest of his opponents while eying down Salem.

RANDY THE GUY: Know what? I like this guy. And it ain't because Alexa and I saw him on Ignite like four times in a row. It's because the dude's got spunk, ya know?

ALEXA CORRA: Spunk?

RANDY THE GUY: Yeah, spunk. Ya know. Something that just makes people like you. Like I got a lot of spunk. I got spunk overload. Hunter ain't on my level, but the kids got spunk.

BRIAN MASON: Well, Hunter has made his fair share of enemies since signing with HKW. Lets not forget about the masked attacker who just recently cost Werth the No Limits Championship last Defiance. One has to wonder if the masked attacker his here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Trust me, he is.

RANDY THE GUY: How you know, Lexxi?! You in cahoots with the masked marvel?!

ALEXA CORRA: ... No. It's common sense. Why would someone randomly attack Hunter and amigo Eddie Ramirez one week, and then just vanish? It makes no damn sense. Trust me... The masked man, whoever he is... Is here tonight.

RANDY THE GUY: If you say so, Ms. Cleo.

As "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina begins to play, Tanner Sands makes his way out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out at the audience with the biggest smirk on his face as the people begin to boo him. Sands slowly struts his way down the ramp, ignoring anything the fans are saying to him by either scoffing or giving them the hand.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing, from the great state of Ohio, weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS!

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.

ALEXA CORRA: Now how the fuck does this clown keep finding himself in title matches?

BRIAN MASON: Tanner's an HKW mainstay, and he has held gold in previous companies before. Plus, he does have some talent.

RANDY THE GUY: Tanner's the man! What are y'all talking about? As my boy the Scandalous one said... TANNER SANDS BOUT FUCK ALL OF Y'ALL IN THE ASS.

ALEXA CORRA: Keep your sexual fantasies to yourself, Randy. We don't need to hear that shit.

"Asshole" by Eminem hits the PA system as Joey slowly makes his way onto the stage. He puts his hands up into the air and soaks in the reaction from the fans before yelling out some random phrase. "Fuck the free World!", "No fat chicks!", "I like it when you call me big poppa!", etc.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing, from Miami, Florida and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, Joey Miles!

Joey marches down to the ring with a certain swagger about him before reaching the squared circle and jogging up the steps. He enters the ring, jumps up to the middle turnbuckle and lets out a loud yell.

ALEXA CORRA: You know, I sort of feel for Miles. Here he was expecting to go one on one with Kayla Callahan after winning that poll, and instead, he's got three different opponents in a match that has never even been seen before.

RANDY THE GUY: He still got his title match, didn't he?

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, but not against the person he was supposed to be facing.

BRIAN MASON: That' the beauty of the Cyber division, Alexa. You never know what kind of match you'll be in, or who you're going to be facing. If Miles wants to be Cyber Champion, he has to be ready for that.

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The referee gets all four competitors in the center of the ring, running down the rules to the match once more to them. After the explanation was over, the four competitors step back into their respective corners and wait for the referee to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

The match begins with Tanner Sands pairing off with Hunter Werth and Salem Cartier pairing off with Joey Miles. Werth looks to be taking it to Tanner, pushing him against the turnbuckles and pounding away at his face. On the other end of the ring, Salem has a grip of Miles' head and bashes it off the turnbuckle repeatedly. With Miles staggered, Salem charges across the ring and hits Werth with a running front dropkick the sends Werth to the outside.

Salem looks as if she's about to slingshot out of the ring onto Hunter, but Sands turns her around and drops her with a solid spinebuster. Out of nowhere, Joey Miles comes charging and blasts Sands with a spear that sends both men out of the ring with Hunter Werth. The two continue to brawl until Werth joins in on the fun, helping Miles send Sands into the protective guardrail spine first.

BRIAN MASON: An alliance formed between Miles and Werth?

ALEXA CORRA: Temporally, maybe. CAUSE HERE COMES SALEM!

Salem dives through the middle ropes, hitting Miles and Werth with a suicide dive to cheers from the crowd. Salem grabs a hold of Sands and sends him in the ring before perching up to the top rope. She waits for him to get to his feet, and when he does, Salem leaps off and connects with a diving reverse back elbow! She makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!
Werth breaks up the pin by pulling Salem's leg and locking her in a figure four in the center of the ring! The referee asks Salem if she wants to quit, but HKW standpoint shakes her head no. Suddenly, Joey Miles slides into the ring and applies a reverse choke hold on Werth while Werth still has the figure four locked in on Salem!

RANDY THE GUY: It's a double submission!

BRIAN MASON: Whoever taps first is going to have the advantage here ladies and gentlemen!

That's what the audience thought as well until Tanner Sands is shown climbing up to the top rope and flying off with a Frog Splash, landing on top of Werth and Miles beneath him! Salem squirms away while Hunter rolls off of Miles and Tanner pins Miles.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your current leader... TANNER SANDS!

Tanner hops around the ring as if he'd already won the match, even going as far as to telling Sadee Sanderson McLean to give him the title. Once he realized he had to get another pinfall before someone else did, he quickly turned around and made his way toward a limping Salem Cartier.

Sands licks his lips and focuses in on the injured leg of Cartier, but as he goes to shoot in, Salem fends him off with a soccer kick directly to the face, and then blasts him with her patent New Hampshire Handshake! She makes the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your current leader... SALEM CARTIER!

Salem doesn't even reach her feet before Hunter Werth slides back into the ring and quickly rolls Salem up in a school boy!

ONE!


TWO!


TH---NO!


Salem kicks out of the school boy attempt as both she and Werth scramble to their feet. Meanwhile, Joey Miles enters the ring and blasts Werth with an unexpected spear! Salem goes to attack Miles, but Miles blocks her wild right hand, spins her around...

RANDY THE GUY: BOOBPLEX! BOOBPLEX! BOOBPLEX!

Miles executes his trademark release German suplex, completely with breast cup. The crowd is ecstatic, showing each individual respect with a "This is awesome" chant. Miles turns his attention to Tanner Sands and whips him into the ropes. When Sands comes bouncing back, Miles tucks his head to go for a back body drop, but Sands wedges Miles' head between his legs, lifts him up, and executing a picture perfect jumping piledriver!

ALEXA CORRA: God damn! Miles got folded up like an accordion right there!

BRIAN MASON: As basic as that move may be, it's still one of the most devastating looking maneuvers in wrestling.

Miles hasn't moved since being spiked into the mat head first as Tanner stumbles to his feet. Tanner notices movement coming from Werth, heading in his direction and pulling him by his hair. With Werth now at a vertical base, Sands goes for a discus clothesline, but Hunter ducks underneath it and hits his patent "Hunted Down" Cobra Clutch Slam! Hunter hooks the leg and makes the cover.



ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your current leader... HUNTER WERTH!

Salem Cartier just gets to her feet, noticing that Werth had pinned Sands, taking away her position as the leader. She waits for Hunter to rise to his feet, and when he does, she charges in and plants Werth a one handed facebuster. With all three men down, Salem goes onto the apron and looks as if she's about to springboard into the ring, looking at the rising Joey Miles specifically.

Once Miles is up, Salem leaps onto the ropes and springboard towards Miles going for a seated Senton, but Miles somehow manages to catch her in midair and powerbombs her spine first into the turnbuckle! He then runs off the ropes and as Salem pulls herself out of the corner, Miles blasts her with a huge Yakuza kick!

Miles looks like he's about to go for the cover, but out of nowhere, Tanner Sands comes into the picture and hits Miles with a jumping neckbreaker! Tanner taunts the crowd, but when he turns around, Hunter Werth was waiting...

BRIAN MASON: HUNTED DOWN! HE GOT HIM!

Hunter hits his Cobra Clutch Slam on Tanner for a second time, noticing everyone else was down. He crawls his way toward Tanner and makes the cover...

ONE!

BRIAN MASON: IS HE FINALLY GONNA DO IT?!

TWO!

BRIAN MASON: DOES HE HAVE HIM?!

...


THRRRR-----NO! The masked attacker from Defiance fourteen and the preview Ignite shows up once again, this time pulling Hunter out of the ring, preventing the inevitable three count. The masked man starts beating on Hunter on the outside of the ring until the crowd roars as Eddie Ramirez is shown charging down the aisle!


ALEXA CORRA: What the hell is he doing down here?

BRIAN MASON: He's helping his partner... No, he's helping his friend out! And getting some revenge while he's at it!


Ramirez grabs a hold of the masked man's head and sends him shoulder first into the steal steps on the outside. Ramirez lifts Hunter up as the two motion to the crowd that they're going to rip the masked off the man who's been attacking them for several weeks. Eddie lifts the masked man up, but the man manages to free himself by elbowing Eddie in the face and then pushing Hunter back, hopping over the protective guardrail... But Eddie and Hunter are hot on his tail, chasing him through the crowd!


RANDY THE GUY: Aye, Hunter! Where ya goin', budddy?! You're supposed to be in this match!

BRIAN MASON: Hunter said months ago that he was sick and tired of being blindsided, and that he wasn't going to stand for it any longer. He and Eddie are proving that now.


The camera follows Eddie and Hunter chasing the masked man throughout the crowd until they're no longer visible. Back in the ring, Tanner, Hunter and Salem get to their feet at the same time, realizing Hunter was gone. Without a second wasted, Miles and Salem focus their attention on Sands, clubbing him into the corner.

Miles drives his shoulder into Tanner's midsection repeatedly before sitting up atop the top turnbuckle. He motions for Salem to take care of Tanner as she climbs up to the top and executes a Frankensteiner that sends Tanner halfway across the ring! But once Salem gets to her feet, Miles blasts her with his "FYH" roundhouse Karate kick! He makes the cover.


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SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your current leader... JOEY MILES!

BRIAN MASON: Miles just tricked Cartier into working together, only to nearly decapitate her with that roundhouse kick!

ALEXA CORRA: Win at any cost, Mase. Win at any cost.

Miles turns his attention to Tanner Sands, noticing that Sands was almost back to his feet. Miles patiently waits for Sands to turn around, and when he does, Miles goes for the "FYH" roundhouse kick, but Sands ducks out of the way and rolls Miles up in a school boy with a handful of tights!


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SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your current leader... TANNER SANDS!

Tanner instinctively slides out of the ring as enraged Miles gets to his feet, telling the referee Tanner had a handful of tights.

RANDY THE GUY: WHAT I TELL YA BEFORE? TANNER SANDS IS ABOUT TO FUCK ALL OF Y'ALL IN THE ASS!

With Tanner now the leader, he remains outside while Miles continues to plead his case to the referee. Realizing the referee wasn't changing his decision, Miles turns his attention to Salem Cartier, but gets blasted by her patent New Hampshire Handshake! Miles limp body falls to the crowd as Salem takes a moment to catch her breath, not realizing that coming up from behind her was Tanner Sands!

RANDY THE GUY: IN... THE... ASS!

Sands spins Salem around, kicks her in the midsection... The S.S. Sands! SANDS DROPS SALEM ON HER HEAD WITH BRAIN BUSTER AND MAKES THE COVER!


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SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner... And NEEEEEEEEW HKW CYBER CHAMPION.... TAAAANNNNNERRRRR SAAAAANDSSSSS!

Sands slides out of the ring and rips the championship away from the hands of Sadee Sanderson McLean, running around the ring with the championship high in the air like a madman. He gets directly in front of a camera and screams "I'M GOING TO TWINKIELAND" as cameras cut to the back.

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The scene fades backstage as the former HKW World Champion Emilio Vialpando is seen stepping into the backstage area wearing a white Mexican flag mixed with the Canadian flag LAX t-shirt, white/red Toronto Raptors snapback, cargo shorts and white/red LeBron 11's while holding on to a duffle bag. He looks back behind him.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Damn pa, I thought it was gonna be cold up here my first time up here.

The Canadian fans are heard chanting LAX as they see the former champion. Soon following behind him Emilio's father and manager Luis Vialpando dressed in a beige suit. He removes his Gucci sunglasses and cracks a smile while laughing.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Well, it's Spring time so it wouldn't be cold mijo. Now, stop fucking around and get focused.

Emilio nods and continues to walk forward.

LUIS VIALPANDO:] You and that boy Kai are going to put some bikers to rest for good tonight. You saw what they did to them three kids last Ignite? You see them getting away with all that's going on here? Nah uh mijo. We're going to put a stop to all of that starting tonight.

Out of no where HKW interviewer Damien Marks steps from around a corner wearing a Brooklyn Nets snapback with a black t-shirt and jeans with some Oreo Jordan 5's. The fans boo at the sight of the Nets logo on his hat. Damien laughs a little hearing them but competes his composure as much as possible as he opens up his arms.

DAMIEN MARKS: Well if ain't my favorite Mexicans!? Aye, I know y'all saw my boy Adrien Broner do work on y'all nigga Carlos! Y'all seen the post game interview right? Hold up, hold up. I got y'all!

Damien pulls out his cellphone and finds a video on YouTube. He then turns it towards the two LAX father and son duo.



As Broner is heard saying "Beating the fuck out of a Mexi-Can", Emilio pushes the phone out of him and his father's faces.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Get that bull shit outta our face. The hell you want?

Damien laughs while placing his phone back in his pocket.

DAMIEN MARKS: Just wanna ask y'all a few questions. First one is for you Luis. How could you raise such a hot headed little brat bitch over here? I mean godddamn ever since this nigga lost that damn title he been MIA and he ain't even been makin' a fuckin' budge to get his title back. You know that bitch that won it turned that shit in bruh? That shit is easy pick ems now! All yo bitch made son gotta do is take off the sombrero and get his ass in that rumble! All he gotta do?! Why ain't he goin for the strap?!

Luis folds his arms looking a bit annoyed with Damien.

LUIS VIALPANDO: For starters, my son is NOT a "little brat bitch". A hot head? Jaja, yeah maybe at times. But he is nor weak or foolish. My son has proven time and time again that he can be a champion in this company and some agree that he has been HKW's best ever champion since the company's opening, period. He has nothing else to prove when it comes to the HKW World Championship, so why reach for something he has already achieved? You see there are matters more lucrative than winning back the HKW World Championship and what are those matters? The demise of the Reapers In Pride. The Reapers In Pride have done nothing but prove to be ruthless, careless and an unpredictable force here in Hard Knox Wrestling. They have harmed each and every person who has came across of them and that...That is just something that can no longer can continue. If the higher ups in this place aren't going to do anything but sit on their hands and watch...Then my son and others who wish to send these thugs back to where they came from are going to be the ones to actually do something about it!

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Could I be HKW World Champion again? Sure, why couldn't I? After I actually won that championship belt I raised that championship belt to the heights it rightfully deserved to stand. I gave that title it's worth. Am I pissed off someone who I thought was actually one hundred about this fight against RIP who won the title I built up just drop everything and go? Yeah. Yeah I was pissed. Fuck it, nigga I still am pissed about it. But nothing more pisses me off than to see these punk putos run around here doin' whatever the fuck they feel like with no fuckin consequences. I'm tired tired of seein' these pendajos run around here jumpin niggas not giving them a fair fight. But do you want to know what makes me fuckin sick to my stomach Damien? Seein' that piece of rat shit Joey fuckin' Perello hold HKW gold. The man everyone wants to act like he's some "good guy" that's following a "bad crowd". The man everyone of these niggas back here thought was just some dude that I said. I FUCKING SAID was bad news?! News fuckin' flash dumbasses, Joey Perello is NOT a good guy. He is the fucking enemy. He's not "following a bad crowd", He's helping lead that fucking bad crowd! The fact that he's the new No Limits Champion makes me sick. It's a disgrace to this company. It's a disgrace to us who actually fight to earn our way up the ranks to achieve such titles. And more importantly...It's a disgrace to these fans. And I'm. Not. Going. To. Let. That. Shit. Ride.

Damien smirks.

DAMIEN MARKS: Yeah, y'all can talk big shit. But you're facing the President of RIP and they new Man of Mayhem. Which hold up...You used to be all buddy buddy with?! You over here throwin a bitch bout that crew and the VP...But tonight you got the Leader and one of his goons tonight?! How bout that my nigga?

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Lance? Luke? It's been well documented how much I hate Lance Winters. Everyone hates Lance Winters. And I can't wait until I can shut his fucking mouth tonight once and for all, with or without Kai's help. I know he got his shit with Luke but I know he hates Lance as much as me and everyone else if not more. Luke? I ain't gotta worry about Luke you know why? Because he has The Devil's brother Kai to worry about. I went to a strip club with em when he first got here...He pulled the rug from beneath everyone. He showed his true colors and proved he can't be trusted. I know that now. And I have kept my distance from him as much as I could. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to beat his face in. My focus has always been on Joey...Ever since he first showed his face here. So I really don't have to sit here and explain that shit, do I? Now if you excuse us...I gotta get ready.

Emilio and his father walk past turning the corner towards the locker rooms as Damien looks back towards the camera.

DAMIEN MARKS: And there you have it folks, the former champ is back and he looking for blood. Probably gon' be seein' his own soon though. This is Damien Marks, a real nigga askin' real nigga questions.

Damien looks back towards the direction Emilio and Luis went and shakes his head as Defiance goes to commercial.

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TANNER SANDS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

Tanner Sands is seemingly walking through the halls, looking dead tired, and holding his newly won Cyber title over his right shoulder. He has a wide ass grin on his face as he continues to walk, the white bow tie he wore to the ring just barely hanging on around his neck. Sands slowly looks around the area, spotting two stagehands making (or attempting to make) their way past the new Cyber champion. But, Tanner stops them with a hand raised.

TANNER SANDS: YOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU TWO!

The two look at each other, then look back at Tanner.

STAGEHAND #1: Can we help you, Tan-

TANNER SANDS: TIMEOUT. You see this?

The stagehands nod their heads simultaneously.

TANNER SANDS: This is the Cyber championship. Meaning it is in my hands now, bro. Meaning that my ass is getting a bonus.

Stagehand #2 begins to mutter under his breath, not wanting the new Cyber champion to hear what he has to say.

STAGEHAND #2: Probably gonna spend it on Twinkies...

Unfortunately for him, Tanner has actually some pretty good hearing (#TannerFunFacts) and shoots him a squint before raising his left hand, plan open, and bopping the second stagehand on the head, almost like the V8 commercials.

TANNER SANDS: Shut the hell up, ya Bob Saget looking motherfucker. I need you two to let them know that at Ignite, Tanner Sands gonna be hosting a party. And he might just bring some hos! Now get the hell outta here before I do something worse than bop you in the head.

The two stagehands quickly hurry past Tanner as he starts his walking back up. He looks at the title with another big grin before heading on forward. Tanner stops once more as he sees a backstage worker on her phone. Sands walks up to her and grabs the phone right out of her hands, getting a scolding look from her as he presses the phone to his ear.

BACKSTAGE WORKER: Hey!

TANNER SANDS: Shut up, bitch! Tanner Da Cyber God gotta call someone.

Suddenly, a voice comes out on the other side of the phone.

TANNER SANDS: The fuck? GO TO FUCKING SLEEP, TIMMY. YO ASS SHOULD'VE BEEN IN BED HOURS AGO.

More words from the other line.

TANNER SANDS: What do you mean your name ain't Timmy? And what do you mean you ain't a kid? FUCK YOU, DOMINOS. I'LL CALL YOU FUCKING TIMMY IF I WANT!

Tanner presses the off button on the call to what was obviously Dominos, though we're fairly certain he'll be sticking to his Timmy story. He then begins to dial in a number on the phone as the woman begins cursing at him under her breath.

TANNER SANDS: Look, bitch. If you really need to be eaten out, the Cuntess of HKW might just do the job for you. I ain't tryna get near that though.

Finally, the person on the other line picks up. Before the woman can even say "hello",Tanner cuts her off with the loudest screaming yet.

TANNER SANDS: SUCK MY DICK, DONNA! I'M A CHAMP NOW! I'M A MOTHERFUCKING CHAMP!

The woman responds back after a few seconds of silence.

TANNER SANDS: DA FUCK YOU MEAN, WHO DIS? IT'S TANNER SANDS, BITCH! #TannerDaCyberGod. FUCK YOU MEAN WHO DIS? WHO YOU?

The woman lets out another reply.

TANNER SANDS: Ay, bitch. Told ya ass I was gonna be champ one day. I TOLD YA ASS!

Once more, an unheard reply by the woman.

TANNER SANDS: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU SCREWED ME OUT OF THREE DOLLARS. YOU SCREWED ME OUT OF THREE DOLLARS! FUCK YOU, BITCH! I HOPE YOU KID HAS POL-

Tanner stops himself.

TANNER SANDS: Hell nah. That's too mean. My bad, Donna. Tell your sister she gave good head and have a good night.

The voice on the other line, Donna, begins yelling at him.

DONNA: My sister?! Oh, hell-

Click. Tanner closes the phone, ending the call, before handing the phone over to the female worker with a smile on his face.

TANNER SANDS: Thank you for the phone, bitch. Gotta run. Probably gonna see if I can schedule a party with my boy Johnny.

Once again, Tanner doesn't even fucking know Johnny Manziel.

Tanner takes the Cyber title off of his shoulder and begins walking away, a wide ass grin on his face. He lets out a few fist pumps before heading into his locked, yelling out...

TANNER SANDS: FEELING LIKE RAY LEWIS WHEN HE GOT OFF THE HOOK FOR MURDER!

The scene slowly fades out.

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We see Jesse Lewis (in his regular clothing now) and Zoe Valero standing around talking to one of the wrestlers he’s helping train AT the facility, bringing him to experience his first live Defiance. After moments, the couple walk away from the wrestler and begin talking back and forth.

ZOE VALERO: Oh, is that how you talk to them?

JESSE LEWIS: Well, that is how you must talk to them. Or if you don’t, then they tend to get too comfortable with you, and that’s not happening.

ZOE VALERO: Oh, so they’re not suppose to be comfortable with you?

JESSE LEWIS: No.

ZOE VALERO: Well I’m comfortable with you, so what does that make me?

JESSE LEWIS: In your dreams, you think you’re comfortable with me.

ZOE VALERO: Jeez, Mr. Grouchy pants. What’s wrong with you? Are you still pouting about Brytain and Zakk?

Jesse stops walking, and Zoe looks back.

JESSE LEWIS: For one, do not tell me to stop pouting, because I don’t pout. And let’s make something clear. Brytain is my own daughter, and I refuse to let my guard down because she’s in trouble. And oh, another thing. I don’t care about Zakk. Zakk is not a problem. All he is looking for is straws to grasp and has he grasped them yet? No. And he’s gonna do whatever he can, and it’s not gonna work. I’m not going to be his way of achieving his miniscule goal.

ZOE VALERO: Okay.

Jesse then walks off. Zoe then hesitates, and sighs.

ZOE VALERO: I’ll be right there.

Jesse doesn’t reply and keeps walking. Zoe sighs, and looks over to her right and sees something down the hallway. She is curious, and walks over to investigate. It looks like there’s a note on the wall. She walks over to the wall, and reads it.

[ BOO. ]

Zoe quirks an eyebrow.

ZOE VALERO: Boo?

MASKED MAN: Hello, Zoe.

Zoe looks over and screams as a masked man grabs her from behind, and puts a tissue over her face to make her go unconscious. He then drags her, and the cameraman steps back and then the scene fades.

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The scene slowly fades into Selena King standing by the lottery ball dispenser machine, multiple balls with tickets of numbers locked inside. Selena seems to be on her phone, furiously texting away, as the door to the room opens and two pairs of footsteps are heard. Selena stops with the texting and looks up at the direction of the footsteps, a warm smile appearing on her face. The first person to step into the scene is one half of the HKW Tag Team champions, Colton Sterling. The second is the other half of the tag champions, Jaxon Queen. Both men are dressed in their ring gear and have their titles around their waists as they both greet Selena differently. Colt with a nod and Jaxon with a smile.

SELENA KING: Ah, I knew you two would show up sooner or later. Big match tonight, yeah?

Colton and Jaxon both look down at their belts before looking back up at Selena with smirks on their faces.

JAXON QUEEN: Yes, we do.

COLTON STERLING: Not used to not being an interviewer, are you?

Selena lets out a small chuckle.

SELENA KING: No, still getting used to this new position. Anyway, time for you guys to pick your numbers. As you can see, there's still quite a few of them in here. So....good luck.

Selena spins the machine a few times before slowing down and eventually stopping. She opens up the door and motions to both members of Future Shock to reach in and pull out a number. Jaxon and Colton turn to each other.

COLTON STERLING: Tell you what. You pull out my number and I'll put out your number?

Jaxon nods his head.

JAXON QUEEN: Sounds good.

Colton steps up first and reaches into the machine, pulling out a ball. He smirks as he looks over at Jaxon and tosses him the ball. Jaxon catches it and quickly opens it up before pulling out the ticket with the number on it. He looks at the number and a big grin appears on his face.

JAXON QUEEN: Good choice. I guess it's my turn now?

Colton steps back and allows Jaxon to move in and reach into the machine as well. Jaxon, after mixing the numbers around a bit without looking, finally grabs a ball and pulls it out before placing it into Colton's hand. Colton smiles as he opens up the ball as well and pulls out his number, a grin appearing on his face.

COLTON STERLING: Just what I wanted.

Colton turns to Selena.

COLTON STERLING: Have a good night, Selena.

Colton then turns to Jaxon.

COLTON STERLING: Let's go. We've got a match to get ready for.

Sterling quickly makes his way out of the room, Jaxon following him after giving Selena a quick wave good bye.

JAXON QUEEN: We've got a match to win...

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The scene opens up outside of the arena in Ottawa, Ontario. Fans are outside smoking, talking, and walking. At that moment, the newest superstar and THW veteran Brian Gun is seen coming towards fans and anyone else around the entrance. He is wearing normal clothing, and his signature purple headband. A fan who used to watch True Honor Wrestling immediately recognized him.

FAN: Hey! Hey! Brian Gun! What’s up man?!

BRIAN GUN: What do you want?!

FAN: Man… You seem soft.. What happened?

The fan then shakes his head. Brian Gun just laughs for a moment at the fan’s comment.

BRIAN GUN: Soft… That may have been the funniest thing I have heard in a long time, especially coming from a twit like yourself.

FAN: Whoa… I’m just saying… I mean you’re even speaking first person now…

The fan then goes for a handshake. Brian Gun moves the fan’s hand out of the way.

BRIAN GUN: Fuck off! Brian Gun doesn’t need to listen to you ramble on. How’s that for you?

FAN: BRIAN GUN!

Another fan then walks over.

FAT FAN: This guy was a joke in THW. He won the Evolution Championship, the lowest championship there was and was probably the most horrible champion to ever live.

FAN: He actually was the longest Evolution champion.

FAT FAN: I’ve eaten chicken in more consecutive days than he was champion.

The skinny fan then backs away. Brian Gun stands there and just laughs at the fat fan standing there and then he just clocks him with his right hand and the fan drops to the floor! Everyone’s eyes pop out, and surrounds the fat guy, then looks up at Brian Gun.

BRIAN GUN: Shut the hell up man. Why don't you take your diabetes ridden body right back to your living room couch and do your homework. I was the greatest champion that company ever saw! I held many titles in that company and for your fat ass to try and tell me how my career has been, well you got exactly what you deserved. Now get the hell out of MY arena and learn to respect the people that are greater than your worthless life could ever dream of being!

The fat guy lays there starting to cry. People look at Brian Gun and are horrified.

DREW THORNTON: Hey!!

Drew Thornton appears behind the crowd of people. People then move and allow Drew to walk through.

DREW THORNTON: The hell is your problem man?!

Drew Thornton then kneels down to check up on the fat fan.

BRIAN GUN: Who the hell are you? Another one of these pesky fans?

Drew Thornton then stands up.

DREW THORNTON: I’m Drew Thornton. You have no right to punch any of these fans. I don’t care who you are. You will apologize now.

BRIAN GUN: And you just expect me to bow down to the almighty Drew Thornton because you want to act like my mother and make me say sorry. Sorry man but you aren’t talking to the right guy. I don’t take orders from anyone and that includes you!

DREW THORNTON: Who in the hell do you think you are?!

Drew Thornton then gets into Brian Gun’s face.

DREW THORNTON: Answer me. Who the hell are you?!

BRIAN GUN: I am so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. You are looking at the single greatest talent to ever grace a wrestling ring. Not only am I the single greatest talent, I am also the best looking and the most charismatic individual here in HKW, Brian Gun. Now… Drew, if you would kindly stay the hell out of my way, we may be able to move on with our lives.

DREW THORNTON: No.

Drew Thornton then pushes Brian Gun.

DREW THORNTON: You are going to apologize! Now!!

Drew Thornton then pushes Brian Gun again. Brian Gun then grunts, and pushes Drew Thornton back. The fans outside then go “Uh oh”. Drew Thornton pushes Brian Gun, and Brian Gun uses his strength and pushes Drew Thornton. Drew then falls backwards and onto the concrete. Drew then jumps up and spears Brian Gun to the ground, and starts to punch. Brian Gun puts his arms up in defense, then uses his right foot and kicks high up kicking Drew in the back of the head.

Drew drops over and grabs his head. Brian Gun gets up and grabs Drew by the hair, and punches him square in the face. Drew falls down and starts rolling down the slight hill, eventually rolling into a trash can. Drew grabs his face. Brian Gun isn’t done. He walks down and picks up Drew again, and starts punching him in the stomach and throws him to the ground.

BRIAN GUN: Maybe this will teach you a lesson Drew! I told you I was the greatest talent and now you know first hand!

Brian Gun then starts to walk away, and Drew gets up slowly and darts for Brian Gun. He tackles Brian Gun to the ground and starts thrashing him in the back of the head. Brian Gun rolls over and locks with Drew, trying to choke him. Somehow Brian Gun rolls over some more, and has Drew in a chokelock. Security is seen rushing down the hill, and trying to break up the two.

SECURITY OFFICER: Brian! Stop! STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HIM!

Three security guards then are able to pull Brian Gun off of him, and then hold him back.

BRIAN GUN: Nice try acting tough there, Drew! Maybe you’ll learn your lesson about messing with the greatest!

Drew then looks up, coughing.

DREW THORNTON: Screw you, Brian Gun.. This… Isn’t over.

Brian Gun then laughs, and security escort Brian Gun back into the arena. Drew then is helped to his feet, and the fans clap for him and thank him. The fat fan then smiles at him. Drew smiles at him, and goes back inside.

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Standing outside one of the vending machines inside the arena is Brandon Banks, dressed in all black everything. He grabs the bottle of water the shoots out the dispenser before turning his heel and pacing his way down the hall. He twists the cap off to his water and takes a swig, but stops his pace as he sees a familiar face approaching him.

BRANDON BANKS: Saleeeeeyyyyboooo!

Salem makes her way to him, still dressed in her ring attire, sweaty and her hair a mess, looking generally pissed with a cross look on her face, but trying to contain it. She tries to put on a good front for her boss here

SALEM CARTIER: Well… hey, is it pet name time? So, can I call you Simba or is that reserved for somebody else? Anyway… did you happen to see what happened out there? I know I got hot with you before and all that, and I know you had nothing to do with this… but damn. Something different every time out, same result.

She leans against the wall, placing one boot on the wall supporting herself. Banks sips his water, leaning his back against the wall Salem’s boot was pressed up against.

BRANDON BANKS: Eh, the people close to me call me Simba. If you wanna call me that, shit, be my guest. As far as tonight goes.

Banks shrugs his shoulders.

BRANDON BANKS: Well, this is wrestling, Saley. You go through a lot of bullshit, but at the end… When you actually get that payoff you’ve been waiting for? All this bullshit? It makes everything so much sweeter.

Banks takes another swig of his water bottle, looking down each end of the wall.

BRANDON BANKS: Trust, Salem. I know you came at me sideways over some dumb shit your manager fucked up on, but it’s whatever. I can’t hold shit against members of my roster. And tonight? In all honesty, you should be Cyber Champion right now. So how about I do this for you. To prove there’s no hard feelings on my end.

Banks smirks, twisting the cap back onto his water bottle and turning his Brooklyn Nets snapback around to the side.

BRANDON BANKS: Destiny… HKW’s Superbowl… It’s gonna be Tanner Sands defending his newly won Cyber Championship against you, Salem Cartier… And to make sure no bullshit happens this time.

He takes a moment to think.

BRANDON BANKS: We give the fans three choices where there HAS to be an indisputable winner. Option A… I Quit Match.

Big pop from the crowd.

BRANDON BANKS: Option B… Steel Cage Match

Another big pop from the crowd.

BRANDON BANKS: Option C… Last Ma--- Person Standing match.

Another big pop from the crowd. Salem just looks at him, soaking this all in, her eyes growing seemingly wider with each statement. She pauses after he is done, and smiles… rolling her shoulder on the wall and stepping out into the hallway in front of him, putting her tongue at the corner of her mouth as she absently does when she’s often deep in thought.

SALEM CARTIER: I tell you what, Sim--- Brandon, ahem… you are one hard fellow to figure out. But I think you like staying slippery like that. Tonight’s tonight… and your idea for Destiny… our Super Bowl as you say?

She taps a forefinger at her lips, looking up at the ceiling.

SALEM CARTIER: Totally fair. You didn’t have to do that, but I’m not gonna say no. And me… I’m not going to the big game and pulling a Buffalo Bills, I hope you know that. The job I set out to do a while ago has taken a wild ride, but I plan on finishing it. Winning that title… it means a ton to me. A lot of shit has happened lately, the roster has been shaken up and well….

Salem got serious now and pointed at the co-owner.

SALEM CARTIER: I’ve said it before, but I hope you know I mean it… I’m not going anywhere. Destiny will be just the first crowning achievement for me here, go ahead and write it down.

Banks pays attention until his cell phone starts vibrating in the pocket of his jeans. Banks reaches in and grabs the phone, reading the name on the screen.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeaaaah, awesome convo, Saley but I really gotta take this phone call. We’ll chat later, kay?

Banks answers his phone and walks out of the picture. Salem watches him go, she traces a finger down the vending machine shaking her head slightly.

SALEM CARTIER: Heh. Simba’s all business. I might knit him another hat one of these days, even if his arm has a tick in it, as he says.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling she walks out frame in the opposite direction as this scene fades.

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As the scene fades back outside in the arena Ultimate Mago & Prince MacRear are seen pumping each other up outside of the ring.

ALEXA CORRA: Prepping for that ass beating I see.

Randy The Pilot is heard laughing in the background.

BRIAN MASON: Really Alexa? Really?

ALEXA CORRA: WHAT?! You know it's true. The scraggly ass tea bags are just here to receive a beating! Back me up on this Randy!

RANDY THE GUY: You heard the woman Brian.

Fight for what you believe in!
Fight with your life for justice!
RIGHT NOW
TURN THIS THING AROUND!


The lights in the arena go dim as "Right Now" hits the sound system. A shot of fireworks hit the rafters as Cyncica begins lowering down from the rafters to roars from the crowd.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, from the adventures of Neverland... Cynnnciiicaaaaa!

She safely lands in the center of the ring, unhooking her harness and glancing at the fans in attendance. She doesn't pose, but instead goes to her corner and waits for the match to begin.

ALEXA CORRA: ... Is this real life?

RANDY THE GUY: So freaking HOT.

Going Under by Evanescence blares through the arena as Kanna Haroshi steps out from the back, her barbed wire baseball bat "Mercy" draped over her shoulder with a devilish smirk.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan. Standing 5'4 and weighing in at 120lbs this is.....KANNA HAROSHI!!!!

Kanna walks slowly down to the ring, ignoring the hands of fans before sliding into the ring. Kanna races to her corner, climbing up and holding the bat high into the air with a scream. Kanna hops back down to the mat, her face is cold as she licks her lips, ready to commit some violence.

BRIAN MASON: I'm real excited for this one.

ALEXA CORRA: You and every other man in this building...

RANDY THE GUY: I couldn't agree anymore with the both of you!

BRIAN MASON: What?

ALEXA CORRA: Nothing Brian, nothing.

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Ding Ding Ding!

Mago and MacRear argue on the side of the ring on who would be going first, but it seems neither man wants to be the first to go.

RANDY THE GUY: I thought the only pussy cat in here was Cyncica.

ALEXA CORRA: Hahaha, me too!

The two then begin having a shoving match outside of the ring telling the other to go first but tall that is put to and end when both Cyncica & Kanna suicide dive outside of the ring hitting them both causing a pop within the fans! Kanna and Cyncic toss in Prince as Kanna then slides in behind him while Cyncica walks over to her side of the ring and up on the apron. Kanna immediatley pounces on top of MacRear throwing punches to him before picking him up to his feet. She goes to irish whip into the ropes but MacRear reverses and irish whips her instead. He thinks he got the upper hand over her but he is wrong after being hit with a Flying Cross Body. Kanna goes for the pin...

On---Kickout!

MacRear hops up to his feet looking a bit embarrassed and walks over to his corner tagging in Ultimate Mago. Mago nervously gets in the ring with Kanna. They clinch up in the middle of the ring, and Mago gets wins the strength contest over her and pushes her back and hits a missile dropkick. Not wanting to lose this momentum Mago dives in for a headlock. Cyncica gets the fans going to cheer for Kanna. Mago looks around shaking his head as Kanna begins to get up elbowing Mago in the gut until he lets go. She then throws a few martial arts kicks and ends the combination with a spinning heel kick! Kanna throws up her hands thanking the fans for cheering her on. Mago gets up and charges for Kanna while her back is turned and hits a Full Nelson Suplex.

The fans boo him as he goes for the pin

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Kanna holds the back of her neck as Mago picks her up by her waist. He punches Kanna a few times before setting her up for a powerbomb that Kanna reveresed with a Hurricarana followed up with a pin!

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Kanna and Mago lay there in the center of the ring as fans begin to cheer them on trying to get them to get up.

RANDY THE GUY: LETS GO KANNA! GET THAT THICK ASIAN ASS OVER TO CYNCICA!

BRIAN MASON: I can't believe you just said that. Is that what you guys do over on Ignite?

ALEXA CORRA: You gotta learn how to lighten up Brian. Kanna clearly has a nice ass.

Kanna makes it over to Cyncica before Mago can get to MacRear! Cyncica runs over drop kicking MacRear off the apron as Mago tries and reach for him. Cyncica then climbs the turn buckle and walks along the ropes balancing herself on them before jumping off of them hitting Mago with a Spring Board Hurricarana!

ALEXA CORRA: So Mago has a mini fro? I always wondered what was under that mask?!

BRIAN MASON: Cyncica just unmasked Ultimate Mago!

RANDY THE GUY: Man I thought those things were glued on?!

Cyncica walks over and picks up the mask as Mago begins to come to looking up at her holding the mask. He looks around at the fans laughing and he quickly snatches the mask out of her hand and runs up the entrance ramp. MacRear holds up his arms outside the ring calling out to Mago. He turns around and looks up at Cyncica who shrugs towards him. He slides in the ring and the two circle each other. Cyncica ducks under MacRear's attempt to clothesline her and hits him with arm drag once he turns back his way that leads to a kick in the chest, then ends with a Shining Wizard! Cyncica looks over to Kanna with a smile and tags her in as Kanna climbs to the top turnbuckle hitting MacRear with a huge Moonsault!

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DING, DING, DING!

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: AND YOUR WINNERS VIA PINFALL, CYNCICA & KANNA HAROSHI!!!!!!!

RANDY THE GUY: That was so hot.

ALEXA CORRA & BRIAN MASON: Oh God...

"Going Under" by Evanescence hits the sound system as the referee raises Kanna's arm in the air in victory. Cyncica, doesn't even bother with the referee and instead, gives Kanna a respectful nod of the head before the lights go out.

ALEXA CORRA: What the hell?! Get off me, Randy!

When the lights turn back on, Cyncica's gone as Kanna along with the crowd look on confused. Not paying too much attention to it, Kanna continues to celebrate her victory as cameras cut to the back.

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The scene opens up with Jesse Lewis in his regular clothing walking around the backstage, looking as if he is searching for something or someone. He’s prancing around. Breathing hard.

JESSE LEWIS: Zoe!

Jesse kicks doors open and looks in there, and then goes back into the hallway. He does this a couple times.

JESSE LEWIS: Zoe!!

Jesse then goes down another hallway, then begins to get royally pissed off.

JESSE LEWIS: ZOE!!!

He then punches a wall, leaving a giant hole. He then walks fast towards the entrance of the curtains. He opens up the curtains, and the crowd then cheers for him. “This is Absolution” starts playing, but Jesse Lewis doesn’t react towards the music. He hastily moves towards the ring announcer, and once he gets there he demands the microphone. He snatches it, and slides into the ring.

JESSE LEWIS: Cut the goddamn music off.

The music then stops.

JESSE LEWIS: Look. I don’t know what’s going on. But clearly something’s not right. Maybe my head’s going crazy. Maybe I’m not thinking straight. Maybe I need to take a bullet and putting it inside a revolver, and play Russian Roulette. Maybe I just need to calm down. But, I can’t…. I FUCKING CAN’T.

Jesse goes and kicks the bottom ropes.

JESSE LEWIS: I’m losing my mind.. I’m losing my spirit… I’m falling.. I’m slipping.. I’m just.. I can’t do this anymore… I….

MASKED MAN (on Knoxtron): Oh what’s wrong, Jesse. Have you lost your nerve?

The audience then put their attention to the Knoxtron, so does Jesse Lewis. The masked man then reveals to be Zakk Lewis.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. You see what’s becoming of you? You’re falling into the abyss. These people who you think care for you, are not in your favor. You once claimed people sucked and didn’t care for your opinions. And that was once Spirit Z, and now you’ve dropped the name and went by your REAL name and you’re claiming the total opposite. These people don’t care about your opinions, nor do they care for what you’re going through. Oh you don’t think I don’t know what’s going on? You don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in your head? You’re dying inside.

You see, Jesse. I know you’re worried. And afraid. You’re losing everything. Ever since you first retired, and you almost died and had a failed attempts at regaining life, you’ve done nothing but fail each and every time. You’re a lost puppy trying to find its way back home. Your daughter, Brytain. Jesse, your daughter. Your sweet, pink-haired, lovable and sexy delicious daughter Brytain…. Is lost. In her own little world, and you are struggling to retrieve the demon that stays within her. You claim you’re the devil, but you’re not progressing enough power for people to believe it. You can’t keep up. Where’s your daughter now, Jesse? You have no earthly idea. And your mind is losing itself. And now you’re flipping out. Over what?

JESSE LEWIS: Zakk, enough with the talk. Look, where the fuck is Zoe.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Me? Oh silly… What makes you think poor little Zakk would know the whereabouts about your skanky little girlfriend? And I must say, you could do so much better.

JESSE LEWIS: Dammit, Zakk. Where is she.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Hahahaha…. Oh, Jesse. You see, you jump to conclusions so quickly, that you fail to make the decision to whether or not you want to go and actually investigate where she could be. But where could she be, Jesse? Where could she ran off to? I mean, you did tell her off earlier. And why do you even care? It’s not like you two are officially dating or anything.

JESSE LEWIS: Do not play these bullshit games with me, Zakk.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): I’ll give you a little hint. She’s surrounded by gray, long sticky things. Muted against her will, and unmovable to no avail.

JESSE LEWIS: What are you talking about…

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Look for yourself.

Zakk then moves away, and Zoe is revealed to be in a chair ductaped from her head to toe. The only thing not duct-taped is her nose, eyes, throat, and knees. She’s still unconscious.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): My, oh my.

JESSE LEWIS: What… the… fuck….

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): What’s this? Have I, the only person in the world, been able to make the almighty, oh-so legendary Spirit Z lose his spirit? Oh, the pun.

JESSE LEWIS: Zakk.. Why… WHY!!

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): You see, Jesse. It’s simple. You’re not cooperating with the demands I want, so I took matters in my own hands. You see, people look at me as the peasant of RIP. Hahaha, oh no.. Oh no, no, no, no no. I’m FAR from being a peon. And you’re looking at a man who’s going to become HKW Champion by the time this year is over with. But first, it’s start with you…

JESSE LEWIS: I’m not playing your game. I’m not facing you.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Is that so?

Zakk then walks over, and grabs a huge butcher knife. The crowd pops their eyes open, and stands up. Jesse Lewis quirks an eyebrow. Zakk then is seen putting the knife to her throat.

JESSE LEWIS: Zakk, no.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Why, Jesse? Since when did you ever care for anyone? Didn’t you once say that no one in the world mattered to you, and that the only one in this world worth living and ruling was Spirit Z? So, what makes you think killing a poor, innocent girl is going to impact you? It’s not like you cared for anyone’s life in the past. Am I correct?

JESSE LEWIS: Stop.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): What’s stopping me committing a brutal murder right infront of you? Right infront of the whole HKW crowd. I could be like PCW, and silt her throat right here. Right now, and I wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep over it.

Jesse looks down to the mat. Clenching his fists.

ZAKK LEWIS: Suit yourself.

Zakk then raises the knife a little, and then presses the knife onto Zoe’s throat, and goes to cut it, but then…

JESSE LEWIS: I’LL FACE YOU AT DESTINY!

Zakk then stops in time, and looks at the camera and smiles. Jesse looks back down at the mat.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Hahahaha… Excellent. It’s funny what a man will do once he’s equipped with the power to destroy the life of the one you love.

Jesse then looks back up, as if the devil’s eyes came back into him. He looks up at the Knoxtron.

JESSE LEWIS: I will kill you if you harm her.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Guess you’ll have to come find her, won’t you? Ha ha hahaha…

Then Zoe wakes up and starts screaming.

ZAKK LEWIS (on Knoxtron): Come find her, Jesse. HAHAHAHA.

Then Zakk Lewis kicks the camera, and the camera breaks causing the screen to go to snow. Jesse then punches the mat, and roars in terror. He throws the microphone as hard as he can towards the Knoxtron. Jesse then jumps out of the ring, and runs towards the back. The scene fades.

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Still in the same clothes she was in earlier, Felicity Banks continued to roam the hallways with the little slip of paper with her number for the World Championship battle royal in her hand. She doesn’t take her eyes off it until she hears footsteps coming toward her, switching her gaze ahead of her.

FELICITY BANKS: You again? I thought they kept you on Ignite?

Entering the picture is backstage correspondent, Sienna Evans who seemed just as happy to see Felicity as she was to see her but still, she kept things professional greeting Fel with a smile.

SIENNA EVANS: I’m still going to be working on Ignite but I will also be working on Defiance to. So now we will be getting to see a lot more of each other. Isn’t that great?

Sienna flashes Fel her pearly whites with a cheshire cat grin.

SIENNA EVANS: So with your number in hand, Felicity. Do you feel more or less confident in your chances for the rumble?

Felicity bats her eyes, shaking her head from side to side.

FELICITY BANKS: What, is this supposed to be an interview right now? Did I not make myself clear before when I said I talk when I want to, not when you or that other one decide to ask me questions? Would you like me to say it in Polish for you, Sisi?

Felicity looks at her number, a sly grin appearing on her face as Onyx is seen walking behind the pair seemingly minding her business.

FELICITY BANKS: But I know how hard this interviewer gig is, Sisi. I know it’s a pain in the ass getting people to actually be real with you when they’re doing interviews. Pretty sure I told you the same thing last week, but I figured I’d reiterate since you don’t seem like the brightest light in the chandelier.

Felicity tucks her number into her jeans pocket, Sienna already looking annoyed at this point as Onyx is seen back paddling back into view with a mischievous smile on her face as she looks in Felicity’s direction.

FELICITY BANKS: My number doesn’t change my confidence at all, Sisi. Whether that little piece of paper says one, or thirty… I’m going to become World Heavyweight Champion. If you want my honest opinion, Sisi? This company has had two HKW Champions and that’s Emilio Vialpando and Jason Mentez. Gwen Massey? Bitch realized the show wasn’t going to be centered around her, took her ball, and left. Cain Morgan? He was ghostboy after I told his scrub ass I had no interest in him. I broke his heart, and then RIP broke his face.

Felicity smirks while Onyx begins to walk slowly up behind behind her. Her lips tucked in to keep her from laughing and foiling her plan.

FELICITY BANKS: Problem is, the World title has been looked at as an afterthought throughout everyone’s reign. This is a fact, Sisi. Emilio did the best he could, but even he was tied into that RIP shit. Me? I don’t give a fuck about RIP. I don’t give a fuck about HKW. I give a fuck about the Queen B… Felicity Banks. And I’m the only one on this roster that can make that title mean something again. I’m the only person that could focus on making that championship mean something bigger than this war between HKW and RIP. Love me or hate me, Sisi. Right now? I’m the very best thing going in HKW and I ----

Before Felicity could finish another word, Onyx had grabbed a hold of her underwear, pulling them upward causing Fel’s face to distort in discomfort. Laughing, Onyx’s releases her grasp and darts off down a hallway.

ONYX: PAY BACK!

Sienna looks at Felicity, hand grasped tightly over her mouth at what just transpired. Felicity adjusts herself, her mouth agape, turning her head to find Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: OH, YOU THINK YOU’RE FUNNY, HUH?!

Felicity continues fixing herself up, having to unbutton her jeans, a cheer heard from the males in attendance.

FELICITY BANKS: … This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Felicity throws her hand in Sienna’s face, turning around and running down the hall, chasing after Onyx as the scene fades out.

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The cameras backstage pick up Eddie Ramirez walking down the hall, clad in white t-shirt, jeans, and black leather jacket. He’s whistling to himself, when he notices the door of Co-GM Cindy Parker is open, and she is indeed inside packing away what looks to be a leather suit into her bag. He does a double take at that, a slight look to the camera… but then tentatively walks up to the doorway, clearing his throat and gently rapping on the door frame.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: Ah, excuse me Senorita Cindy… may I have a moment of your time, chica?

Not realizing anyone was behind her, Cindy quickly tucks in the remainder of the suit in her bag and zips it up. She turns around and walks toward Eddie, tripping over the foot of her desk. She smiles, pretending like nothing had happened, biting down on her lip anxiously.

CINDY PARKER: Ayyyyeee, Eduardo Senorito! Que pasa, chico? Estoy bein?

She gasped, looking back at her bag before looking back at Eddie, a fake chuckle coming out of her.

CINDY PARKER: I mean, um… Hiiii! Of course you may have a moment of my time. I mean, what are general managers for, right?

She turns to look at her bag, noticing the “Cat” ears poking out of the zipper. She takes a few steps backwards, grabs a hold of the bag, and launches it across the office, stunning Eddie, but Cindy? It was like nothing happened.

CINDY PARKER: What can I do for ya, muchacho?

Eddie smirked at the previous little undertaking, instinctively dragging a comb through his hair. He always had a comb on him.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: I… was unaware you were so… fluent in Espanol, Ms. Parker. It is… a nice surprise.

He put the comb away, and stood there for a beat too long, looking not unlike a Mexican version of George Michael from the Faith video.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: What did that bag ever do to you anyway, ha? No… let me not be so silly. My purpose here is to ask if you know anything about this… masked fellow who so callously attacked my amigo Hunter and myself, eh?

Cindy frowns. As general manager, she knew who was a part of the roster or who wasn’t. Obviously, Cindy knew something about the masked attacker but not as much she thought she should know.

CINDY PARKER: Okays, so I pretty much know that it’s someone or somebodies on the roster. Ever since HKW went independent, everyone who wrestles for us or shows their face on camera is contracted by HKW whether it be long term, or week to week. Sooo…!

Cindy smiles.

CINDY PARKER: Obviously it’s someone that’s on the roster, but don’t worry, Eduardo.

She walks closer toward Eddie, and peeks over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking.

CINDY PARKER: (whispering) I have a friend… A friend named Cyncica, and she told me that she’s on the case. All I know, that there’s a strong possibility it’s not just one peoples… It’s two..

She backs away, looking at the bag across the room making sure it wasn’t spilled or anything.

CINDY PARKER: And if it’s two… Don’t count on them both being RIP… If it’s one? Well… Cyncica was wrong, but Cyncica nunca se equivoca.

Eddie just smirked and nodded, trying his hardest not to cast his gaze toward the bag. To his credit, he kept eye contact as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: No hay ningún problema… it is no problem, heh. Listen… if your… friend Cyncica knows any other vital information involving all this, please by all means…

He handed Cindy a card from his wallet that said Eddie Ramirez P.I. on it.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: Please have her give me a call. But this little tip has gotten me thinking, about who might have reason to do this and well… hmmm… el primer disparo es libre, pero tendrá la última. That is to say, the first shot is free, but I’ll gladly take the last one.

Eddie looked around at the office and back at the door, with a smirk. He turned back toward Cindy, taking her by the hand and patting it.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: Good talk, chica… thank you. Perhaps in the future, when you choose to… have battles with your luggage, you would be better served in closing your office door, si?

Cindy nods with a smile on her face Eddie exits the office, Cindy’s eyes glued on her bag until he walks out and Defiance goes to commercial.

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As the camera turns on, muffled screams and cries are heard. The camera is picked up and turned around to reveal a woman tied to a chair. Her mouth is gagged as the beautiful woman lets out terrified screams behind the gag. This woman is none other than Danny Diamond's girlfriend, and the mother of his child, Skye Sapphire. A man speaks to her from behind the camera.

???: Calm down, darling. This will all be over soon.

The camera quickly spins around to reveal the man holding it. This masked man is none other than HKW newcomer Mirage.

MIRAGE: People often say that life is complicated. That couldn't be further from the truth. Life is simple. Everything about it is simple. We, as humans, just tend to overcomplicate things. Animals, they know what to do. Survive. That is all life truly is, after all. Survival of the fittest. Or, perhaps more accurately, survival of the sickest. I'm a known survivor. They thought they could destroy me. Daniel...This cunt right here. They both thought that they could defeat me. They were wrong.

Skye continues her muffled screams of fear as Mirage stares into the camera.

MIRAGE: I introduced myself to you all at Ignite, last month. For a reminder, my name is Mirage. I will be making my official debut in a few days, but that's not important right now. Wins, losses, they're just superficial things. What's really important is the road you take to those victories and defeats. As I said before, people have called me many things. Nobody ever calls me what I truly am, though; a savior. I'm here to save the World from itself. I'm here to fight against this fable known as sanity. You people probably look at me and see some typical new guy acting like he's mentally deranged and trying to scare the audience. Trust me when I say your fear is nothing of my concern. I don't care if I'm feared, respected, loathed, loved or even mocked. Opinions are nothing. I'm not here to change your opinions. I'm here to change the way the World works. Sanity is a lie that I cannot live with anymore. I can't handle seeing people live in this fantasy World where there's good and pure. For too long I've had to handle being unable to do anything about it. I've just been that reasonable voice in the heads of many trying to convince them that the World needs a savior, but nobody listened. What kind of place do we live in where the voices in our heads aren't to be trusted? What kind of life is th—

Skye's muffled screams get louder, as if she's trying to get Mirage's attention. He tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy before placing the camera on a table and turning it towards Skye's direction. He kneels down in front of the camera.

MIRAGE: This is what sanity gets you.

Mirage gets back to a perpendicular base, heading over to Skye. Skye stops screaming as her heart starts to beat heavily with every step towards her that Mirage takes.

MIRAGE: Skye, Skye, Skye...It's truly a shame that it's come to this. You and Daniel should've known I can't be stopped. If he would've just embraced me, embraced my message, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. But you couldn't let it go. You just couldn't leave well enough alone. I'm sorry, I truly am, but you know what happens when you defy me.

Mirage walks off screen as Skye keeps her eyes focused solely on him. After a brief moment, her eyes open wide as she begins screaming even louder than before, albeit still muffled. She violently tries to shake herself out of the chair, but it's to no avail. Mirage steps into the shot again, now with a can of gasoline in his hand. Gently, "The Illusionist" begins singing as he pours the gasoline all over the screaming woman.

MIRAGE: Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. They go to the lake of fire and fry. Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.

Mirage finishes dousing the unfortunate lady in gasoline as he stops singing. Skye is, of course, still screaming her lungs out, but there doesn't appear to be anyone who can save her at this point.

MIRAGE: Shhh, calm down, darling. It's almost time. Relax. You'll be with Daniel soon. Be happy I'm letting you see him again.

Mirage puts down the can and turns his attention back to the camera, kneeling down in front of it again.

MIRAGE: See, folks, this is what happens when you try to get in the way of progress. There is no good in this World; there is no pure. There is only evil. I just want you all to embrace this fact. I can save you from your own selfish dreams. Only once you accept the truth of this World will you be happy. At Ignite, Dino Gatti will be my first pupil. Join me. Join me in the quest to defeat the lies and you will live a life of true happiness. Fight against me and, well...

Mirage pulls a lighter out of his pocket and flicks it on.

MIRAGE: Use your imagination. Sanity is just a mirage.

Mirage cuts the camera off, ending the video.

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DING DING DING


SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and it is for the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP.

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 with a limp in his step. He takes a deep breath as the first verse begins playing, before he hobbles down to the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Xavier's clearly not at a hundred percent tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: He wanted this match, did he not? Xavier wants to be No Limits Champion, right? He could pull out of the match and give the shot to someone who actually deserves it.

BRIAN MASON: How can you sit here and honestly say Xavier doesn't deserve this championship match after that best of five series? After everything Xavier's done to get to this point? He's one of the many members of this roster that grew as time went on.

ALEXA CORRA: ... Boring.

He continues to look around at the fans as he walks down the isle, before he walks over to the steel steps and enters the ring.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, the challenger. FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

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.

LET GO!

The lights in the arena go completely out as "This time it's different" by Evan's Blue hits the PA System. As the bass kicks in the stobe lights in the arena begin to flicker just a bit as the crowd looks around within the audience to find where Joey Perello and Onyx will be making their entrance from.

I'm burning it. I'm filling up, see!
Forever plagued with this fire inside me.


The camera then pans towards the crowd as Joey Perello is seen making his way through the audience with the No Limits Championship in his hand and Onyx not far behin with a hand on his shoulder as his cold blue eyes are locked on the ring. He pauses his step and scans the crowd, holding the championship high in the air in the midst of the audience.

SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Representing the Reapers in Pride... and being accompanied by Onyx... He is the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION.... JOEYYY PERELLOOOOO!!!!

Destroy. My pain. Then capture life again.
Destroy. My shame. Can't live my life this way.
LET GO!


Perello paces forward until he hops over the barricade and glances at the ring, staring a hole through at the referee before turning his head and extending a hand to Onyx, helping her over the barricade. He slides into the ring and gets to his feet, raising the No Limits Championship high in the air.

BRIAN MASON: Emilio Vialpando had some strong words for Perello earlier here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Emilio Vialpando always has something to say. The fact that he does absolutely nothing to back up any of the shit he says makes me just want to ignore him.

BRIAN MASON: What exactly does that mean?

ALEXA CORRA: It means that since the inception of HKW, Emilio's been bitchin' and moanin' about RIP, specifically Perello, and what has he done? He's ducked him. Perello ain't a hard guy to find. They've even been in the ring together, and what's Emilio done to Perello? Not a damn thing.

RANDY THE GUY: Uh, guys. I'm pretty sure that's Xavier Asher Daniels facing Perello, not Emilio.

ALEXA CORRA: No shit, Randy.

Perello hands the championship over to the referee while locking eyes with Xavier. Perello looks down at the braced knee of Xavier Asher Daniels and simply shakes his head before taking off his RIP cut and tossing it out of the ring. The referee holds the No Limits Championship high in the air, showing it to both men individually.

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Perello keeps his eyes on Xavier's left knee as the challenger inches his way out of his corner, toward Perello. Perello shrugs his shoulders and gets into his boxing stance, pacing up toward Xavier. Xavier swings with a right hand, but Perello ducks it and connects right right jab to Xavier's midsection. Perello pulls Xavier into a headlock and then punches him once in the head, then proceeds to tighten up the grip on the headlock.

Xavier manages to push Perello away and catches him with a swift kick to the calf of the No Limits Champion. Daniels grabs a hold of Perello's arm and whips him into the ropes, catching him with dropkick on the rebound.

ALEXA CORRA: His knee seems fine to me. Xavier was probably just baiting us this entire time! Oh, shit! I might like him then!

RANDY THE GUY: Nah, Alexa. He's gimping around the ring after that dropkick. I think there's something seriously wrong with that knee.

Randy was right as Xavier struggles to capitalize after the dropkick, gingerly getting back up to his feet. By the time Xavier got up, Perello was already up and charged in, hitting Xavier with a running knee to the midsection. With Xavier down, the No Limits champion drives his knee into Xavier's face before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a falling fist drop. Perello goes for the cover.

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TWO!


KICKOUT


Perello shakes his head and locks Xavier in a modified sleeper hold, lifting him back to his feet as he held onto the cold. Perello turns Xavier around and goes for a scoop slam, but Xavier slides down Perello's back and rolls him up with a schoolboy!


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TWO!


BRIAN MASON: He got 'em?!


THR---KICKOUT

Perello and Xavier both double check the count with the referee, the referee holding up two fingers. Perello switches his focus back to Xavier and rushes in on him, taking him down to the mat and unleashing a fury of punches onto Xavier's face. Perello rips Xavier up by his arm, and pulls him into a short-arm clothesline, but doesn't stop there, pulling Xavier back up, tossing him over his shoulder and executing a running powerslam!

Perello wipes his forehead before mounting over top of Xavier and pummeling away on him with right hands. Once he was finished, Perello grabbed a handful of Xavier's hair and lifted him to his feet, pushing him into the corner and sitting him up on the top rope.

BRIAN MASON: What's he have in mind here?

RANDY THE GUY: It's not often Perello does stuff like this. He might be going in for the kill already.

Perello climbs up to the middle rope and lifts Xavier over his shoulder, looking like he's going for a Super Samoan drop. Instead, Xavier grapevines his legs around Perello's arm, and pulls the champion down, executing a super crucifix driver with a pin!

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TWO!


KICKOUT


Perello just barely kicks out, Xavier shocked that that didn't put Perello away. Xavier uses the ropes to pull himself up and waits for Perello to rise to his feet. Once Perello's up, Xavier shoots in with a stiff kick to the gut, followed by quick snap DDT! The fans get behind Xavier as he wills himself back up, motioning for the "Star Kick."

ALEXA CORRA: Holy shit, he's about to do it!

BRIAN MASON: If he hits the Star Kick it's all over!

Xavier waits for Perello to get to his knees and goes for the Superkick, but Perello ducks out of the way, wraps his arms around Xavier's waist and tosses him overhead with a release German suplex! Realizing how close he was to losing the No Limits championship, Perello calls for the "No Escape" combination, patiently waiting for Xavier to get to his feet to hit the cutter.

BRIAN MASON: Say what you want about Perello, but the man did he keep his word by not going after Xavier's injured knee.

ALEXA CORRA: Which is stupid because this match would've been over already, but it looks like Perello has him right where he wants him.

Xavier finally gets to his feet as Perello shoots in and goes for the cutter, but Xavier holds onto the ropes tightly, blocking the attempt and then... STAR KICK! Xavier connects with Superkick, but he puts all his weight down on his injured left knee, and his knee clearly gives out beneath him.

RANDY THE GUY: THAT'S THE SAME THING THAT HAPPENED TO MY BOY RG3! DID YOU SEE XAVIER'S KNEE JUST...

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, that didn't look good at all.

Xavier is shown writhing in pain, once again unable to pick up on the big move. Onyx is shown cheering a loopy Perello on as he slowly sits up while Xavier is still grasping at his knee. Groggy, Perello finally gets to his feet and sees the down Xavier Asher Daniels. Not wasting any more time, Perello walks over to Xavier, rips him up to his feet, and hits him with his trademark "Your Tragic Ending" pedigree! Perello makes the cover...

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!


SADEE SANDERSON MCLEAN: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION... JOEY PERELLLOOOO!

As Perello's theme blares of the PA System the fans boo him as he holds up his No Limits Championship belt with a smile on his face until. EMT's rush to Xavier who's in obvious pain.

RANDY THE GUY:I really think Xavier had Perello after that Star Kick, man.

BRIAN MASON: So did I. Xavier was done after that Star Kick. The way his knee just... bent. It didn't look good at all.

ALEXA CORRA: Here you guys go taking yet another victory away from RIP. Xavier made the choice to compete. He knew what he was risking.

It looks as if Perello's going to check on Xavier until...

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


The fans quickly begin cheering and chanting "LAX" while looking towards the entrance ramp. Joey lowers his arms also looking towards the ramp pissed at hearing the sound of Emilio's theme.

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


Finally, Emilio steps out from behind the curtains with his eyes darted straight into the ring at No Limits Champion and RIP Vice President, Joey Perello. As the fans see Emilio the begin to cheer louder and chant "LAX". "Bout That Life" by. MMG fades away as the roars of the crowd takes it's place. Emilio stands there on the ramp not fazed by the cheers for him by the Canadian crowd, he instead stares at Joey. After a minute or two he raises the microphone up to his lips.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You hear that, Joey? You hear the love I get from these fans? Did you hear the hate they have for you? Huh? Well it shouldn't come to a surprise, these fans know what's what. And you...Holding the No Limits Championship, that ain't something they fuck with. And it's sure as hell ain't something I fuck with either!

The fans cheer as Emilio begins to make his way down the ramp.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: And it really shouldn't be no surprise...Niggas already know I don't fuck with you. I don't fuck with RIP. I ain't fuck with you since the day you showed your fucking face in HKW. And ever since y'all niggas "revealed" y'all selves...I made it my mission to take you niggas the fuck out. But you...You the main bitch I got my eyes on. Not just because some Reaper ass nigga holding gold in my company...But because it's you, Perello. I been waiting to get my fuckin' hands yo bitch ass for a while now and yo ass been lucky we both had other shit diverting our direction but now...But now it's about that time for me to kick your fucking ass. Some might say this could of been predicted...But I say it was Destiny. I know you wanna fight me as much as I want to fight you...So I'ma give you that opportunity my nigga. You. Me. Destiny...You got till Ignite to reply or I promise you...I'ma make your life a living hell until you do.

"Bout That Life" by. Meek Mill hits as Emilio smirks and turns back around heading towards the back leaving Joey in the ring chuckling. He makes his way over to Sadee Sanderson McLean and grabs a microphone from her.

JOEY PERELLO: Why are you playing his music? I don't believe Emilio won this match, did he? Now... Cut that rap crap off and play my music!

"This Time It's Different" takes over the pa system as Perello shakes his head and holds the No Limits Championship high in the air. Perello looks over at the recovering Xavier Asher Daniels, nodding his head in Xavier's direction before exiting the ring. Onyx meets him on the outside as the two make their way up the ramp.

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JESSE LEWIS: Zoe! Zoe! Zoe!

Jesse Lewis then goes back kicking doors in, trying to find Zoe. Then out of nowhere two paramedics come charging.

PARAMEDIC: She’s down here!

Jesse then turns around, and runs towards the paramedics and follows them. They find Zoe unconscious and beaten outside in the parking lot.

PARAMEDIC: We need an ambulance. Pronto. She’s not in good shape.

Jesse is stunned to see how badily beaten Zoe looks. Her whole face looks caved in. Jesse then grabs his hair. He walks back, and then walks fast. The cameraman follows him. Jesse is heard muttering something.

JESSE LEWIS: I… will… kill you Zakk…. I will.. Murder you…. I will… MURDER YOUU!!!

Jesse then punches a car window, and roars in terror. Going on a rampage. He grabs a crowbar, and begins to bust a car over and over. He then looks over at the cameraman.

JESSE LEWIS: Get the fuck outta here.

The cameraman then obeys and runs off the opposite direction. The scene fades.

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The camera shifted backstage into the Trainer’s Office, showing Xavier Asher Daniels sitting on the examination table as the trainer rolled up his left pants leg to his thigh, and began extensively checking over his damaged knee. The heavy, metallic knee brace he had worn during the match sat beside him as he Trainer continued to examine the extent of the injury. Daniels had a look of intense pain on his face with each movement of the injured knee, knowing that it had become much worse after competing tonight and buckling in mid match. The Trainer looked up at him as he paused his actions with a frown on his face.

TRAINER: This was already a bad sprain after what happened last Defiance. I think you might have fully torn or even ruptured your LCL after tonight.

This caused Daniels’ eyes to widen in both shock and horror at the thought.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: A-are you sure? I mean, it can just be aggravated after the match, right?

The Trainer shook his head slightly, before he stood upright and looked down at the wrestler.

TRAINER: May need a few tests done to be sure, but right now, it looks bad for you.

The door to the trainers room flings open where we see Felicity Banks hobbling into the room on crutches with Ina Ina only a few feet behind her. Felicity hobbles around the table that Xavier’s on, pretending to be grimacing in pain as she takes a seat next to Xavier on the trainers table.

FELICITY BANKS: Ahhhh, damn, Xavier. It’s such a pain in the ass walking around so much, right? I mean, man. I think I hurt my knee with all the walking I’ve been doing tonight.

Felicity glances over at Ina who has a smirk on her face. The trainer goes to say something to Felicity but she puts her hand in his face, not allowing him to speak as she turns her attention to Xavier.

FELICITY BANKS: What was that thing you said, Xavier? On Twitter… That if we try to do something again, something’s gonna happen right?

She hops off the trainers table, handing a crutch to Ina. Ina shoots Xavier a sweet but evil smile as she walked over towards him.

INA INA: You look soooo hawt in that knee brace sweetie…

Suddenly she lifts the crutch and drives it right into the injured knee, causing a loud screech of pain from Daniels. Ina Ina take a step back slowly and shares a laugh with Felicity.

INA INA: NOW...you sound even hawter when you scream!

Felicity pretends to care by moving back toward Xavier and patting him on the back.

FELICITY BANKS: Now, now, baby boo boo Xavy Swayze. We didn’t come here to hurt you. Ina’s just… A little off balance sometimes. We actually came here to cheer you up because we feel really guilty about what happened, and yeah…

Felicity pulls out an eyepatch from the back of her jeans pocket, wrapping it around her head and covering her right her.

FELICITY BANKS: E! News reports that you have a obsession with pirate sword fights. So!

Felicity turns around and lifts her crutch up, ready to duel with Ina.

FELICITY BANKS: ENGARD!

Felicity and Ina begin battling with the crutches, pretending as if they were actually swords as Xavier looked on, growing frustrated of the duo. Suddenly, Ina begins pushing Felicity back with her crutch until Felicity swings wildly and manages to catch Xavier injured left knee, along with a clip of the trainers face.

FELICITY BANKS: Whooopsie.

Xavier let out a loud yelp and clutched his knee in agony as the two laughed at his pain. He growled for a moment as the pain slowly faded away, before glaring at both Fel and Ina with hatred.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You… you think this is funny, huh?

The laughter abruptly stopped at the serious tone and the two looked over at him as he slowly slid off of the table, keeping all of his weight off of his left leg as he glared right at Fel. Xavier never disliked someone as much as he did her at the moment, and he seems to have finally reached his breaking point with her.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You think putting my career, my HEALTH, at risk because nobody took you serious is funny? No, no it’s not. Like I said, this is business to you, but it just became personal to me. You wanna see me do something? Fine. Why don’t we settle this in the ring?

He glanced over at Ina and sneered slightly, before looking back at Fel.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’ll even let you bring your date to ringside. Unless you’re scared of a one legged man.

Felicity glanced at Ina, hey eyes widened. She turns her attention to Xavier’s injured leg, shaking her head in disgust as she locks eyes with Xavier.

FELICITY BANKS: Do we not remember what happens when you get in the ring with me, Xavier? Look at you. You’re a freaking cripple already. Don’t make me…

Felicity pauses, turning her head to glance at Ina.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t make us turn you into a vegetable.

INA INA: Because best believe, when it comes to you and Felicity, you’ll never win. That has nothing to do with me, but I help.

She gives him another smile but it slowly turns to a sarcastic frown.

INA INA: What’s the matter Zavy-Poo? Can’t handle two girls? What kind of a man are you?

FELICITY BANKS: I’ve already beat you, Xavier. I don’t need to do it again. For me, it’s onward and upward. Ya see, in my pocket is a number. A number to the Rumble to Destiny. And I plan on being the last person standing with the HKW World Heavyweight Championship held high above my head. And you?

Felicity looks at the trainer, still rubbing on his cheek from the crutch shot earlier. She turns her gaze back to Xavier and smirks.

FELICITY BANKS: Worry about your career. Worry about your health. Because one more match with me, and I promise you… I’ll take it all away.

Xavier didn’t say anything for a few moments, just silently looking back and forth between the two girls cautiously. He wasn’t going to back down from either of them, not now. Slowly, he moved forward, now standing right in front of Felicity and looking down at her. He reached a hand up and, almost as if daring her, removed the eye-patch that she had put on just a few moments ago and stared defiantly into her eyes.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Then try it. I promise you it’ll be the hardest fight of your career.

Felicity chuckles sarcastically, pointing her finger at Xavier and looking at Ina.

FELICITY BANKS: Can you believe this guy?

In one fluid motion Felicity kicks the injured knee of Xavier Asher Daniels, dropping the No Limits standout to the ground. The trainer tries to stop Felicity, but Ina shoves the trainer crashing through the door. Felicity grabs the crutches up off the floor, tossing one to Ina as the ladies stand over a hurting Daniels.

FELICITY BANKS: Did I not make myself fucking clear?!

The anger in Felicity’s voice builds as she holds down Xavier’s injured left knee with the edge of the crutch pressed against his calf. Ina walks over and begins driving the crutch into Xavier’s knee over and over again until the crutch bends in half. Xavier’s writing in pain as Felicity tosses her crutch to the side, and she and Ina admire their handiwork. Felicity squats down near Xavier’s face, and slides her fingers through his hair.

FELICITY BANKS: Still want that match, Zavy?

Felicity stands back up right as she and Ina slowly walk out of the trainer room with smiles on their faces. Xavier on the other hand is shown clutching his knee, trainers rushing to his aid.

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The camera shows the No Limits champion Joey Perello and manager Onyx walking through the parking lot, looking as though they are leaving the arena until a feminine voice is heard thru the night air.

“PERELLO! MR. PERELLO!”

Hearing his name, the two stopped, and turned around to see Sienna Evans walking in their direction with a bright white smile painted on her face. As she approaches them, she fixes her hair a bit and straightens out her suit jacket.

SIENNA EVANS: I know you are about to leave and I apologize for the rudeness, but I have some questions for you if you can spare the time.

Perello turns to Onyx, his eyes a bit glazed over from his match with Xavier earlier in the night.

JOEY PERELLO: I assume you’re going to ask me about those things Emilio Vialpando had to say about me tonight, correct?

Looking up in a thinking manner, Sienna looks at him and shrugs slightly.

SIENNA EVANS: Amongst other things… if you don’t mind of course.

Perello drapes his No Limits Championship over his shoulder and nods his head toward Onyx, motioning for her to come more into the picture.

JOEY PERELLO: No, I don’t mind. As a matter of fact, I have a few things I’d like to say myself to Mister Vialpando… If you don’t mind of course. It’s no secret that he and I haven’t seen eye to eye since I showed my face in HKW. It was Defiance II… Defiance II, Sienna, where he and I had our first verbal exchange.

Perello shakes his head, chuckling to himself a bit.

JOEY PERELLO: And since then, he and I… We managed to keep away from one another. Maybe it was because we were both tied into some other things, but I don’t see that as the reason. What I believe, Sienna… Is that the former HKW World Heavyweight Champion is terrified of me. He’s terrified of the things that I’m capable of doing, and even more than that… He knows that I don’t need the Reapers to help me end him. Look at my track record, Sienna… Every last one of my matches I’ve won fair and square. I respect this business. I respect my opponents enough to give them a clean fight. That’s what I do.

Perello glances away, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

JOEY PERELLO: And that’s the reason why the wrestlers in this company respect me, Vialpando. And that eats you alive. Like tonight, you and I both know those weren’t all jeers heard from the capacity audience here in Canada… Those were cheers as well… And that eats away at every piece of your heart, your soul, your everything.

Perello chuckles, glancing over at Onyx to make sure she was still there.

JOEY PERELLO: Emilio… You don’t think I’m a worthy champion?

Perello glances at his championship.

JOEY PERELLO: Well… At least I won it on my own, without any help. Which reminds me… You still never thanked us for handing you the HKW Championship… A card will do.

Pulling the microphone away from him, she moves it slowly towards her’s as Onyx leans in and whispers something in Joey’s ear as she reached down and holds his hand.

SIENNA EVANS: When you first came to HKW, Joey. I do believe that Emilio called you nothing more than a snake. Do you think his accusation was true? You were nothing more than some… infiltrator to let the Reapers in the front door?

JOEY PERELLO: No, another wrong statement made by Mister Vialpando. I had already been signed to HKW, but due to some… Outside issues, my debut had to be postponed. He knows that his friend Jayden “Gambino” Gamble was the one who opened the door to all the havoc RIP has caused. Jayden had done his job, and we’ll always have his back for what he’s done for us. But we’ve also done our job by giving the roster something worth fighting for.

Perello turns his head, his cold blue eyes now locked on the camera.

JOEY PERELLO: Bringing down the most powerful force in wrestling today… Another goal none of you will be able to accomplish.

Perello looks at his watch and takes a few steps back with Onyx following along.

JOEY PERELLO: That will be all. Until Ignite…

SIENNA EVANS: B.. Bu…

Letting out a low disapproving grumble as she watched the pair walk away obviously leaving with questions unsaid and unanswered as Defiance goes to commercial.
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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, this following match is a tag team contest that I have just been informed will be contested under 'Relaxed Rules'. This means there will be no disqualifications outside of the ring. There will still be a ten second count-out rule in place and no low blows, use of foreign objects or other means of disqualification can occur inside the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Well, this is a surprise. Kai and Emilio Vialpando are scheduled to face Lance Winters and Luke Wisia of the Reapers In Pride right now, but I guess that match just had a slight change.

ALEXA CORRA: Fucking awesome. Now let's see some bloodshed!

The commentary table goes quiet for a few seconds, until Alexa and Brian look at Randy, expecting him to add onto the conversation, only to realize he's fallen asleep. Brian nudges him with his elbow to wake him up.

RANDY THE PILOT: I DON'T WANT YOUR GIRLSCOUT COOKIES!

Randy looks around, realizing he had just woken up from a dream.

ALEXA CORRA: Jesus Christ. The fuck, man?

RANDY THE PILOT: Sorry, I must've dozed off.

ALEXA CORRA: Clearly.

As Brian shakes his head, "Dancing With The Devil" by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System and the lights go completely out. As the bass kicks in, silver, white and black strobe lights go off all about the arena. The camera pans around on the crowd to find Lance Winters making his way down the steps in the audience, security guards getting in between him and the fans to make sure there aren't any altercations. On the opposite side of the arena, Luke Wisia does the same.

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh, hey, those R.I.P. guys. Is it time for this match already?

BRIAN MASON: Yes.

ALEXA CORRA: You'd know that if you were awake, you fat tub of shit. You're such an idiot.

RANDY THE PILOT: Don't lodge factual statements at me if they're insults! ... Hah, American Dad references.

Alexa sighs as the two men hop over the barricades and enter the ring, meeting up with one another.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, from Reno, Nevada and Jersey City, New Jersey respectively and weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds; Lance Winters and Luke Wisia, the Reapers In Pride!

The audience jeers heavily at the much hated members of the much hated stable.

BRIAN MASON: Lance and Luke look ready for a battle, which is what they have ahead of them right now.

RANDY THE PILOT: I'm battling those tacos I had earlier right now.

ALEXA CORRA: Who hired this guy?

As the duo of Lance and Luke relax in the ring, going over their strategy for this match one final time, their music dies down and the lights return to normal. Emilio Vialpando's theme song, "'Bout That Life" by Meek Mill hits the PA System as red, white and green lights go off all throughout the arena. Emilio makes his way out with fireworks dropping and he smirks at the crowd, before beginning his march to the ring where he shouts out, "L-A-X, muh' fucka! L-A-X!"

BRIAN MASON: Emilio doesn't look to be lacking at all in confidence tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: The arrogant little shit never lacks in confidence. That's one reason R.I.P. are gonna win tonight.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, Emilio Vialpando!

The young man stops in the center of the ramp, looking down the ring and seeing the two men he's about to fight with Kai by his side. He takes a deep breath before rushing to the ring, sliding into it and quickly getting back to his feet. He jumps up to the nearest turnbuckle, as the referee makes sure his opponents don't try anything cheap. Emilio points to the sky before crossing his heart and dropping back down to the canvas. He leans against his corner of the ring, looking across at Lance and Luke, whom calmly stare back from across the ring. Emilio's music dies down and "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits the PA System, the audience instantly erupting into cheers. Kai makes his way out, looking around at the fans, before heading straight to the ring; the focus being entirely on his opponents.

RANDY THE PILOT: Kai looks pretty intense right now. This should be a good-

ALEXA CORRA: Oh my God, what is that awful smell?!

RANDY THE PILOT: Sorry. I told you I ate some tacos.

ALEXA CORRA: For fucks sake. I need a fucking gas mask, sitting next to you.

As Alexa gags and Brian tries his best to breathe in the opposite direction, Kai continues his strut to the squared circle.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And his partner. From parts unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds even, Kai!

Kai stops at the bottom of the ramp, where he looks in the ring and analyzes everything inside it, from his partner to his opponents and even to the referee. Eventually, he walks up the steps and enters through the ropes. He talks to Emilio, confirming their plan for the match tonight, as the official calls both teams into the center of the ring to go over the rules of this "Relaxed Rules" match one final time. After asking if they understand, and all four men nod, he tells them to go back to their corners and select a man to start for both teams. They do as told and it appears Emilio and Luke are chosen to begin the match. With Lance and Kai now on the apron, the official calls for the bell, signaling the official beginning of the match.

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DING! DING! DING!

The two competitors from opposite teams meet in the center of the ring where an exchange of trash talking commences. Eventually, the confrontation gets physical as Luke shoves Emilio. Emilio, not having any of that, responds with a right hook that drills his opponent in the jaw and the brawl is on. The two man exchange shots of all kinds. Punches, kicks, elbows, knees, anything that can be used to hurt the opponent. The fans root on Emilio throughout the fight, wanting him to get the better of Luke, and, sure enough, he does. Vialpando ducks an attempted punch from Luke, proceeding to kick him in the gut, apply a Front Facelock and flip him off of his feet and onto his back with a very quick, yet effective, Snap Suplex. He follows this up by showcasing his excellent athleticism by landing a Standing Moonsault to his downed opponent, landing in a pin attempt. Before the referee can even bring his hand down for the count of one, however, Luke is quick to kickout. Getting back to his feet, Emilio keeps his eyes firmly on Luke. Once Luke is nearly at a perpendicular base, Emilio runs to the ropes, ricocheting off of them and returning with a Running Dropkick that plants his opposition directly in the chest, knocking him backwards with so much force that he stumbles right through the ropes and crashes to the floor outside of the ring. As Luke hits the ground with a thud, Emilio heads over to the turnbuckle closest to him and ascends to the very top, standing with his back to his almost-standing foe. He leaps backwards, twisting his body into an attempt at a Corkscrew Moonsault, but Luke moves out of the way! Fortunately for Emilio, he somehow managed to land on his feet. Unfortunately for him, Luke was one step ahead, quickly grabbing Emilio by the back of his head and shoving him face-first into the steel post! The audience jeers as Emilio drops to one knee.

BRIAN MASON: Emilio went for a beautifully executed Corkscrew Moonsault and even managed to land on his feet when Luke moved out of the way, but he wasn't able to avoid going head-first into the steel post.

ALEXA CORRA: When you try stupid shit, it usually tends to--Is Randy asleep again? Damnit, wake up!

RANDY THE PILOT: LEAVE THE COOKIES AND GO!

ALEXA CORRA: What the fuck do you dream about?

Luke decides to make the most out of the match's rules, as he heads to the commentary area and pushes the time keeper off of his seat, before stealing his chair. As the referee begins a count to ten, Luke folds the steel chair and heads back over to Emilio, raising the chair high into the air as his opponent is getting up, looking to drill him over the head with it. Vialpando had it scouted, however, landing a stiff punch to the mid-section of Luke, causing him to drop the steel chair. Emilio quickly gets back to his feet and leaps into another picture-perfect Dropkick, this one catching Wisia on the jaw and knocking him down. With Luke down, Emilio hops on the apron and latches onto the top rope, looking to perhaps perform an Asai Moonsault. He leaps into the ready, almost springboarding off of the middle rope, when suddenly Lance, whom was nearby on the apron, grabs Emilio's foot and trips him, causing "El Serpiente" to slip and smack the back of his head brutally off of the ring apron. Kai tries to enter the ring to go after Lance, but the referee refuses to let him in, keeping him stuck on the apron. Meanwhile, Luke, having just gotten back to his feet, stomps on the now downed Emilio on the outside of the ring multiple times, before lifting him back to his feet and sliding him into the ring. As Kai calms down on his side of the apron, the referee turns back around just in time to see Luke going for the pin attempt. He goes for the count, but only manages to receive two before Vialpando kicks out.

ALEXA CORRA: Excellent team work by Luke and Lance right there. Some call it dirty, I call it brilliant.

RANDY THE PILOT: I agree. Hey, anybody want some pizza? I'm buying.

ALEXA CORRA: You can't just order pizza while we're on the ai...Ugh, no. I don't want any.

BRIAN MASON: I'm fine, too. Thanks.

RANDY THE PILOT: More for me, then.

Luke heads over to his corner of the ring, where he tags in Lance, letting him enter the match for the first time tonight. They then run in opposite directions, with Emilio nearing his feet in the center of the ring. Lance drills Emilio with a Clothesline whilst Luke simultaneously slides down into a Chop Block, attacking the back of the leg of Vialpando. Following this double team maneuver, Luke exits onto the apron and Lance goes for a pin attempt, but Emilio manages to kick out at two yet again. Looking to pile onto the damage Emilio has taken this far, Lance pulls him back to a vertical base before getting behind him and wrapping his arms around his adversary's body with a Waist Lock, proceeding to pull Emilio backwards onto the back of his neck with a German Suplex. Instead of going for a pin, however, Lance has other things in mind. Making sure his opponent is directly in the center of the ring, Winters entwines his opponent's legs around his and rolls him onto his back, applying a Sharpshooter. The audience lets out a mixed reaction to the maneuver, boos for the move itself but cheers to try and help will Emilio out of it. The tough competitor hasn't taken too much damage to his lower back yet in this match, so that's a good sign for him, but this is still a very painful maneuver to find yourself in regardless, especially in the center of the ring. Nevertheless, he begins crawling towards the ropes, pulling himself and his ten pound heavier opponent as well with him. Eventually, Emilio manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break. Lance utilizes the full five count he has before finally releasing the hold at a count of four.

BRIAN MASON: A lot of heart being shown by Emilio right now to get to the ropes.

ALEXA CORRA: It's still early in the match. He's hardly worn out, of course he made it to the ropes. But the damage has been done and that's all that matters.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, I'll have a large pizza, everything on it. Matter of fact, make that two. Cheese bread pizzas, at that. I'll also take a Coke. ... What the fuck do you mean you serve Pepsi? Fuck it, I'll buy from someone else. Fucking Pizza Hut.

Lance heads over to his corner and tags Luke back in before pulling Emilio back to his feet, applying a Front Facelock and lifting him into the air ala a Vertical Suplex. He doesn't drop Emilio immediately, however, keeping him stalled upside-down as the blood rushes to his head. On the apron, Luke latches onto the top rope before leaping into the air and springboarding off of the aforementioned rope, leaping into a Cross Body into the upside-down Emilio, as Lance concurrently drops him with a Suplex. Whilst Lance heads back onto the apron, Luke goes for yet another pinfall, but it's another two count kickout. Not getting frustrated by the kickouts yet, Luke pulls Emilio back to his feet and tosses him into an unoccupied corner of the ring, proceeding to stomp on his mid-section multiple times. The referee warns Luke to let Emilio out of the corner and stop his assault, so Luke, not wanting to get disqualified, takes a few steps back and puts his hands in the air to show the referee that he's abiding by the rules. This window of opportunity is just what Emilio needed, however, as he bursts out of the corner with a stiff elbow shots to the face of his opponent, followed by three more! The audience cheers the fighting spirit on Emilio, whom quickly leaps into the air and lands an Enzuigiri that snaps Luke in the side of the head! Both men are now down, near the center of the ring, and the face is on to be the first one to tag in his partner. Luke, being the less damaged of the two, is naturally the quicker right now and he makes the tag first. As Emilio reaches out to tag in Kai, Lance rushes across the ring and drills Kai in the face with a punch, knocking him straight off the apron!

BRIAN MASON: Emilio almost had the tag, but Lance knocked Kai off the apron!

ALEXA CORRA: Smart move.

RANDY THE PILOT: Hello, is this Little Caesers? Do you serve Coke? ... Fuck. Fuck it, I'm hungry. I'll take a Deep Deep Dish Pizza, an Ultimate Supreme Pizza, some wings, Italian Cheese Bread, the Hot N' Ready Crazy Combo and, uhh, I guess a Mountain Dew. Diet, please. Thanks.

Kai, obviously angered from the cheap shot by Lance, tries to get into the ring to go after him, but the referee stops him. With the official's hands full with Kai at the moment, Luke hops off the apron, onto the floor outside of the ring, and gets the steel chair, which he proceeds to pass to Lance in the ring. Emilio leisurely gets back to his feet, not expecting what's about to happen as he turns around and receives a nasty unprotected chair shot to the head that echoes all throughout the arena, but somehow goes unheard by the referee. He quickly tosses the chair out of the ring and goes for the cover, shouting out loudly for the referee to turn around. Getting the official's attention, because shouting for him makes more noise than a chair shot apparently, the referee goes for the count, but Kai enters the ring and breaks up the pin, going after Lance with stomps and punches all over. Luke quickly hops into the ring, entering the fray, and goes after Kai. With both Luke and Lance now teaming up on Kai, and Emilio downed from a painful chair shot to the face, Kai tries to block the incoming shots but is having trouble doing so. He tries to fight back, although it seems to be to no avail, as is the referee's attempt at breaking things up. Kai does, however, manage to push both opponents back a couple of inches, allowing just enough room for him to spin into a Rolling Elbow that drills Luke in the face! As Luke drops to the canvas, Lance goes in for a punch to Kai, but Kai catches it and pulls the legal man down to the canvas, placing his arm between his legs and applying his signature submission, the Crossface! Muffled screams can be heard coming from Lance's mouth, which is behind Kai's hands and wrists as he yanks back on his opponent's head.

BRIAN MASON: The Crossface! Kai has Lance in the Crossface! Kai isn't the legal man, though!

ALEXA CORRA: I don't think he gives a shit, to be honest.

Lance continues screaming in pain, although to his credit he isn't tapping out, even though it wouldn't make a difference as Kai isn't the legal man. The referee, still trying to maintain some order in this match, attempts to pry Kai off of Lance, but it's to no avail. However, Kai does notice Luke getting back to his feet and immediately releases the hold, quickly getting back to his feet just in time to side-step a Clothesline attempt from Luke, before tossing him over the top rope. Luke manages to land on the ring apron, but Kai quickly lands a Shoulder Thrust through the middle and top ropes, knocking Luke backwards and causing him to smash face-first off of the ring apron! With both opponents down for the time being, and Kai seemingly calmer now, he gets back on the ring apron and extends his hand out for Emilio to tag. Both Emilio and Lance are down in the ring right now, with Kai on the apron and Luke knocked down on the outside of the ring. Slowly but surely, Emilio begins trying to crawl his way towards his partner so he can finally make the tag. Lance, clearly not wanting to let him tag in the much fresher Kai, grabs a hold of Emilio's foot just as he was nearing the tag, whilst getting back to his feet. He holds onto his foot, Emilio hopping on his free foot, as he extends his hand for a tag, but can't quite reach his partner. Suddenly, Emilio spins around and drills his adversary in the cheek with a Gamengiri, causing him to let go of his foot! Emilio tags in Kai as the audience bursts into cheers.

BRIAN MASON: Now Kai is the legal man! Things are really heating up!

RANDY THE PILOT: This is a good match.

ALEXA CORRA: You haven't even been paying attention to it, you fat sack of shit!

As Kai enters the ring, Lance stumbles back up to his feet, only to be taken down by a Clothesline. He shoots back up and is drilled with a second Clothesline. After getting back to his feet, yet again, he takes a third Clothesline from the pumped up Kai, as the audience loves every second of it. Meanwhile, Luke has gotten back to his side of the apron. Kai signals for the end, as he kicks his opponent in the mid-section and places his head in between his legs. He raises Lance onto his shoulders, looking for the Kai Bomb, but Lance quickly drops down behind his adversary and makes the tag to Luke. Kai turns around just in time to see Luke springboarding off of the top rope, attempting another Cross Body, but "The Silent Warrior" ducks under it just in time, causing Luke to crash onto the canvas! Suddenly, Lance attacks Kai from behind, drilling him with a punch to the bag of the head and following up with some shots to the ribs. Emilio hops into the ring and, as Kai pushes Lance away, Vialpando rushes at him, Cactus Clotheslining him straight over the top rope and to the outside of the ring! Once the two make it back to their feet on the outside, they continue brawling all the way around the ring-side area. Eventually, Emilio lands a second Cactus Clothesline, this one taking both men over the security barricade and into the crowd! The fans cheer wildly as the two men brawl in front of their very eyes, as security desperately tries to step in between the two men and the fans to avoid anything that could end up in a lawsuit.

BRIAN MASON: This is getting out of control. The referee has to restore some order in this match!

ALEXA CORRA: Just let them fight. They're not the legal men anyway.

As the referee is entirely focused trying to spot the two men in the audience, his back is to the ring itself where Kai begins to lift Luke back to his feet, only for Luke to drill him in the groin with a low blow. He quickly gets back to his feet, applying an Inverted Facelock and looking to land his Rolling Cutter/Cross Rhodes finisher known as the Polish Sweep! Kai fights back, however, repeatedly lifting his knee into Luke's face to block the attempt at the move and causing him to let go. As Kai turns around, he receives a very disrespectful slap to the face from Luke. "How's it feel, being my bitch?" asks Luke, as he continues, "I bet Ava's used to hearing that." A look of pure anger comes across Kai's face as he loses it, drilling his opponent in the face with a right hook and following up with more and more punches at a speedy pace! Eventually, Kai lands a shot to the ribs, causing Wisia to bend over, and then he begins drilling him in the face with fast knee shots. The referee notices the commotion out of the corner of his eye and quickly rushes over to separate it, noticing that blood is flying and splattering everywhere from the knee shots. He gets Luke free for a moment, long enough to see that blood is pouring from his nose, as it seems Kai may very well have broken it. He holds his nose, blood cascading out like a waterfall, as the official tries his best to hold Kai back.

BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! Luke's nose might be broken from those knee shots!

RANDY THE PILOT: I guess you can say he...Needed that. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!

ALEXA CORRA: Seriously?

With Kai seemingly calmed down, the referee turns towards Luke and kneels down in front of him, seeing if he's alright. Without warning, Kai jumps back into the attack, but the referee is able to pull him off of Wisia just long enough for him to slide out of the ring. The audience jeers heavily as the man begins to head up the ramp and to the back of the arena, leaving the official with no choice but to start a ten second countout. Kai, breathing heavily and still looking noticeably upset, restrains himself from charging up the ramp and going after the man with a newly-broken nose. Eventually, the official reaches ten and calls for the bell to be rung thrice.

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here are your winners, by count-out, Kai and Emilio Vialpando!

Kai lets out a scowl, not wanting the match to have ended that way.

BRIAN MASON: Well, honestly, I'd say that was the smartest move Luke could've done right there. His nose has to be broken.


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As the scene fades backstage Hard Knox interviewer Damien Marks is seen walking down the hall looking back at his assigned cameraman for the night.

DAMIEN MARKS: This shit here bruh. Who the hell knew comin' to Canada would make some niggas out chea grow a pair? Shiiitt.

The cameraman shrugs as a door opens near them. Damien holds up his hand stopping the cameraman from walking on and they both await to see who will step through the doorway and it is.......LYLE RISKY! The fans are heard filling the arena with mixed reactions at the sight of the Co-Owner of HKW. He stands there wearing a white suit with a purple button up shirt under. His hair worn curly tonight he brushes it back and looks over to his right seeing Damien and the cameraman. Lyle flashes a smile...

LYLE RISKY: Boys...

Lyle turns away beginning to walk away but Damien jogs over and stops him holding up his hands.

DAMIEN MARKS: Hold up bruh! Hold up!

Lyle looks down at his iced out Rolex.

LYLE RISKY: What is it Damien? I got shit to do bruh.

DAMIEN MARKS: Just a quick interview boss man. Just a quick interview.

Damien reaches in his back pocket and takes out a microphone.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight, I ain't gone ask you all the cutsie questions and shit--

LYLE RISKY: Good cause that's not what I hired you to do.

Damien smirks.

DAMIEN MARKS: Exactly! Ain't that what the fuck I said earlier Harold? Scratch that, Risky? What's good with you vetoin' Pretty Boy Z & MILF rulin'?

Risky laughs and nods.

LYLE RISKY: Of course. What? What was wrong with me denyin' that bull shit huh? I'ma tell you what was wrong with it. Not a fuckin' thing. The matches these kids been puttin' out has been top notch whether or not there's been some outside interference but some rival competitors. I grew up in Houston, Damien. In Houston you grew up knowin' when it's time to square up with some foo's. You gotta be ready to fight when and where ever. And in this business you should expect the unexpected. Zero and Cindy know that better than these kids being in it for as long as they have been. And they wanna bitch about it and make some rule against it? Get the fuck outta here bruh. This ain't Soft Knox Wrestling. This is HARD Knox Wrestling and these kids are gonna be put through hell and learn just how hard it's gonna be when they move on to the big boys. The way I fuckin' see it, these kids should appreciate the life lessons we been servin' them. Matter of fact, they should be thankful theirs a group like R.I.P. runnin' around causin' chaos every where aroudn this place. You know what's funny though Damien? We gotta kid from LA bitchin' and moanin' about RIP and all this shit like he ain't grow up in this shit in Compton or some shit. If anyone should be cryin' to they mommy's about that shit, the last person I want doin' that is Emilio Vialpando. Did LAX teach him to be a bitch or nah? If not then shut the hell up and stop makin' your crew and fam look bad.

Lyle shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: Why turn that ruling? Cause I'm part owner. And I can fuckin' do that. If I see somethin' I don't like...I'ma handle that, point blank and I know I got the backin' of B with whatever decision I make. So if I hurt Zero feelings, let em know that he best stop moppin' around like his boy Luke on some Drizzy shit after the Raptors lost....And keep his head in the game before I make some calls and get his punk ass replaced. Or shit...Cindy can be the GM her damn self.

The fans boo and Risky looks around in disgust at the sound of the fans booing.

LYLE RISKY: And if y'all don't like it...Then why the fuck y'all sellin' out these shows huh? Shut the hell up!

Risky smirks and chuckles a little.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight, well um. So two champions were just recently crowned and just with a simple snap of a finger both championships have been vacated.

Risky bites down on his lip and looks away from the camera. He shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: Just makes me sick to see some shit like that. Win the Golden Opportunity...Win the belt. Then you drop the fuck out after our first fuckin' PPV?! Gwen had the biggest night out of anyone here and still...Look at what the fuck happened?! Yeah, she really busted her ass for that huh "HKW Nation". Then it just hurts to see Kayla get hurt. We had big plans for her but fuck it...

Lyle shrugs his shoulders.

DAMIEN MARKS: Yeah that's some uh. Real, shit. What's good with this PPV though my G? Cause I know--

LYLE RISKY: Destiny? Yeah matter of fact. Damien I'm finna give you an exclusive for Destiny. Y'all suckas at home hush up so people can hear....That means y'all too sitting in the arena watchin' this on the big screen.

The fans boo but eventually quiet down.

LYLE RISKY: This Banks and Freak Show beef heatin' up since Syn showed his face in PDW for the first time. Since B went MIA. And of course shit picked the fuck up when Syn put his hands on...Rest In Peace, Ronnie. And then...Luke and Kai started goin' at it and it's been nasty as fuck to watch. RIP havin' Luke's back of course and Kai and him goin' at it like crazy? Ah yeah bruh...It's only Destiny that these two meet up for sure. And I sat back in my home watchin' these dudes closely...While listlin' to Monster by. Eminem and that big forehead ho. And I thought to myself...This is gonna be a ball. If I want these two men facin' off in a match I'd want it to get a little crazy. Kai is a monster already I mean...Look at his brother. Lucifer in the flesh, ish. Luke, once a prospect now a Man of Mayhem in the Reapers club? Yeah bruh...This here gonna be a Monsters Ball.

The fans cheer and begin to chant "Monsters Ball".

LYLE RISKY: Yeah that's right...And some masked figures will soon reveal themselves soon enough...It's only Destiny.

Lyle nods and turns to walk away. As he walks away Damien looks around and back his cameraman confused.

DAMIEN MARKS: The hell he talkin' bout bruh? Hold up...

Damien looks back as Lyle is seen getting further away from him.

DAMIEN MARKS: AYO BRUH YOU TALKIN' BOUT OL DUDE OR NAH?! I think he talkin' bout that masked nigga.

Damien shrugs and looks back into the camerea.

DAMIEN MARKS: That's right folks. Y'all heard it here first with the Real Nigga who be askin Real Nigga Questions...Destiny. Luke Wisia vs. Kai, Monster Ball Match! GGGOOOODDDDDAAMMMMN! A nigga ready for Destiny bruh!

The scene then fades away as Damien seems to be a bit hype for this match.

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COLTON STERLING: We’re gonna try and keep this short and sweet...

The scene slowly fades in to Colton Sterling and Jaxon Queen, collectively known as Future Shock, standing by in front of a white wall. Both men have their titles slung over their right shoulders and seem to be ready to go for their main event match tonight.

JAXON QUEEN: The men were putting these titles up against tonight? They earned their shot for these.

COLTON STERLING: There is not a single doubt in my mind that the Super Saiyans are worthy number one contenders. Though sometimes, it seems like they are looking too far ahead.

JAXON QUEEN: Like the fact that they believe they are gonna be walking out as the first HKW World Tag Team champions tonight.

Colton shoots the camera a disappointed a look.

COLTON STERLING: Sorry, boys. Tonight, you’re leaving that ring empty handed.

JAXON QUEEN: We’ve worked hard for these belts. Now we’re gonna work hard to retain them.

COLTON STERLING: We wish you the best of luck tonight. And we hope to see you bring everything you’ve got and more. Best believe we will do the same. And we will walk out...as your HKW World Tag Team champions!

Colton and Jaxon raises their titles high up in the air and keep slight smirks on their faces as the scene slowly fades out.

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With her iPad in hand, General Manager Cindy Parker looks to be heading toward the ring, her eyes widening as she glances down at the iPad.

CINDY PARKER: Twenty five freaking thousand applications?! Oh...my… Santa Claus! So many people hate Lance, and want to fight him too!

She looks from her iPad, for a second pondering the thought of applying herself.

CINDY PARKER: Neeeeh. Me and Lance are dawgs for the most part. Except for that one time that he stole my phone. I should steal Winston from him! Yeah! That’ll teach him!

Picking up her pace, she passes by one of the male bathroom inside the arena, seeing the former HKW World Heavyweight Champion, Emilio Vialpando, anxiously pressing down on his phone.

CINDY PARKER: Smartphone being dumb, Emilio? I hate when that happens. I especially hate when you drop your phone off a ten foot high patio and nothing happens to it, but when you drop the stinkin’ thing two inches, the screen goes WABOOOOSH!

Obviously experiencing this just recently, Cindy looks away from Emilio and bites down on her lip.

CINDY PARKER: Otterbox my friggin’ butt. Sposedta protect your phone from everything. Heck, an atom bomb can land on the freakin’ thing… Not a scratch. You drop it off your lap? Well, there goes the neighborhood. Sheeeesh.

She rolls her eyes and catches her breath as she looks back over to Emilio looking at here a bit confused on what she’s talking about. He chuckles and shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Nah, mamacita. Just...Just pissed and lookin’ to focus that energy on a particula---Fuck it, I’m applying to face that son of a bitch Winters! I’m sick and tired of this shit Cindy! I’m not gonna continue watching this bull shit continue, I’m tellin’ you right now. This shit has been put off long enough, it’s time I get my fuckin’ hands on them once and for all. Yeah, that match with them niggas was cool but it wasn’t good enough! That nigga wanna take shit out into the crowd? FINE! We can fight in the crowd with his mutha fuckin’ rules. I don’t give a fuck, I just want my hands on him. Joey. The Bitch Hounds. Any fuckin person in that pussy ass club.

Emilio looks away from Cindy clenching his fist. He shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: I’m not gonna sit here and let them think they can just whoop on any nigga ass that they want to in this locker room. Jason...Tank...The 420 chicas...They didn’t deserve what they got…

Cindy nods her head, completely agreeing with Emilio but she kept her personal feelings inside.

CINDY PARKER: It is getting tiring, isn’t it? We have people afraid to sign contracts with HKW because they fear RIP. Honestly, Emilio… It seems like just about everyone on this roster is scared of them with the exception of guys like you and Hunter.

The HKW general manager reaches in and pulls Emilio’s phone down, and away from his face.

CINDY PARKER: I think I’ve heard enough to make my own judgement call on this. I was actually just about to go announce that the second ever #FightWintersApp match will be taking place at Defiance 16!

A loud ovation is heard from the crowd.

CINDY PARKER: And ya know what, Emilio? I think I saw your name on there… A few times, actually. And heck, I feel as if you should be awarded for not being greedy like some members of this roster by not reinvoking your rematch clause right away, and not walking away when you’re HKW Champion.

Shots fired?

CINDY PARKER: You really have grown into a true locker room leader, Emilio. And for that alone, I think you deserve something from us to show you we appreciate your commitment to this company. How does this sound… Defiance 16… Lance Winters…

A rain of boos are heard echoing throughout the crowd.

CINDY PARKER: Takes on the former HKW World Heavyweight Champion….

Cindy makes a drumroll noise with her lips while slapping her hands off the wall behind Emilio.

CINDY PARKER: You! Emilio Vialpando! The Pride of LAX!

Big pop from the crowd as Cindy smiles as the fans begin to chant LAX. Emilio smirks with a nod.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: That sounds muy bueno. Gracias Cindy. I won’t let you, this roster, this company or…..These fans down. Prometo.

Emilio nods to Cindy with a smile on his face and turns to walk away as the fans are heard cheering LAX in the background. The scene then fades away slowly….

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Without warning “For Victory Or Death” by Amon Amarth begins to play. Stepping out from the back is Brad Kane who walks briskly down to the ring. The HKW faithful give him a good ovation, showing respect for what he’s done, but at the same time there are those who are booing him loudly. Brad enters the ring grabbing a microphone on his way in. He taps it a couple of times before the music fades.

BRAD KANE: Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t wish to take up much of your time this evening. As you’re all aware there is a iPPV coming up soon, Destiny. At this show I will be stepping into the ring against the self-called Queen B of HKW, Felicity Banks.

Applause and cheers for that.

BRAD KANE: She gave me the ability to name the style of match that the two of us are going to have. Spent some of my time thinking about it. What could I make her suffer in? Pure style of match? Nah, wouldn’t be sufficient enough to teach her a lesson in respect. A normal match? No, can’t allow something like that either. She’d make some sort of excuse when she falls at my feet.

He pauses to build the suspense of his decision. The crowd hangs onto the edge of their seats waiting to hear what this match will be.

BRAD KANE: Two out of three falls was an attractive decision. Anyone can win with a roll up and leave it at that. Again though there wasn’t enough to punish her. So I’ve kept thinking about this one match, a match I haven’t had to use in a couple of years. A match that teaches people about respect. A match that will force Miss Banks to look into a mirror and ask herself why did she continue to poke me like a bear.

A smirk comes onto the face of Brad Kane now. He knows what he wants.

BRAD KANE: Felicity, I’ve never been one to keep in mind the things that people tell me. You told me to not pick my match because you’d just end up embarrassing me. Guess what, kid, when someone tells me not to do something I’ll go ahead and do it. At Destiny it will be…

Another pause for dramatic effect.

BRAD KANE: Master of Horrors!

The smartest of the marks know it. They pop. The rest don’t.

BRAD KANE: What this is, Felicity, I’ll fill you in next Defiance. It’s an ever evolving match. Just know that your blood will be spilled on the canvas. Your blood will drip onto your body, your screams will fill the arena, and you will know not to poke the bear anymore.

He gives the microphone back and is ready to exit the ring until “Boss Ass Bitch” by Nicki Minaj hits the sound system. Felicity walks out onto the top of the ramp, swirling around a microphone in her hand as the crowd welcomes her with nothing but jeers. She waits for a music to die down, listening to the crowds “Felicity Sucks!” chant that brings a smile to her face. She turns her attention to Brad.

FELICITY BANKS: Master…. Of…. Horrors…. match? What is this, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? Are we gonna be running around a cursed maze until one of us find Cedric Diggery dead, and then the evil dark lord Voldermont returns from his whatever and takes our wands away?

She puts her hand on her tilting her head just a little to the right.

FELICITY BANKS: Wait… You said it’s an evolving match, right? So it’s a Poke Battle? I choose six Pokemon and you choose six and we battle to the death? Riiiight, sounds like an interesting match choice, Bradley.

The sarcasm was real with this one.

FELICITY BANKS: And of course you’re making me wait yet another show to find out what this match is. Or I have to waste my time and search the internet for this infamous Master of Horrors match.

She nonchalantly smirks, shrugging her shoulders.

FELICITY BANKS: Fact is, Bradley… I could not give a fuck less what kind of match we’re going to be in, because at Destiny, I continue my own destiny by beating a ten year wrestling veteran. You may not think this or even believe this, Bradley… But I do respect you. I do respect what you’ve done for this business.

She shrugs, keeping as far away from the ring as possible.

FELICITY BANKS: Now, do I like you? Hell no. I can't stand the sight of your face. I think most of the world despises you for a variety of reasons, but anyone who says they don’t respect you and everything you've done for this business is just a fucking idiot. That’s what this has allllllll been about for you, hasn't it? Respect, right? Beating some respect into a rookie like me, who in your words and others, feels entitled because of what my last name is.

She pulls the microphone away from her lips, running her fingers through her hair before she spoke back up.

FELICITY BANKS: And that’s why this is all… perfect. This is why this is my destiny… Because at Defiance XVI, I’m going to win the HKW World Heavyweight Championship without any help. Without anyone pulling me out of the match at the last second...and then at Destiny… I’m going to solidify myself as the present and future of this business by beating and defending that championship against someone who’s held more titles than I’ve had matches.

Felicity pauses again, stopping her and back and forth pace atop the ramp and staring clear at Brad.

FELICITY BANKS: Master of Horrors… Chamber of Secrets… Fucking Tower of Terror, I do not care, Brad. I do not care what our match is, because whatever that match may be… The ending will still be the same. The record books will forever read “Felicity Banks defeats Brad Kane in his own match at Destiny.”

The crowd boos heavily as Felicity chuckles into the microphone.

FELICITY BANKS: Now, choke on that you, Skunky.

Brad smiles before he hops out of the ring. He begins to walk up the ramp, the crowd rising to their feet. The long time wrestler stands in front of Fel, staring her down, smile gone. Kane doesn’t move an inch, letting this feeling sink in before he smiles and side steps to walk past her. Fel stands there confused, an arrogant grin appearing on her face as she watches Brad walk to the back as the show cuts to commercial.

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BRIAN MASON: Oh, boy. This is the match I have been waiting to see tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: You're such a Colton Sterling fanboy, Mason. At least they can TRY and prove me wrong here tonight and successfully defend those straps against Dumb and Dumber.

RANDY THE GUY: Jinzai might kamehameha Jaxon out of this building.

"Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli plays over The PA System and the crowd cheers as The Super Saiyans make their way onto the stage, with Jinzai energetically running around the stage and Michael Alexander playing to the crowd for a few moments. The two then walk to the middle of the stage and nod to one another, before looking straight ahead and shouting "Going Super Saiyan!" as a wall of Yellow Pyro explodes behind them.

They then sprint down to the ring and slide into the ring, before each hop onto a turnbuckle and begin posing for the crowd. Jinzai tosses his vest into the crowd, before both jump down and begin getting ready for the match.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a tornado tag team match and it is for the HKW World Tag Team championships! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 380 pounds, they are the chalengers, Jinzai and Michael Alexander....THE SUPER SAIYANS!

BRIAN MASON: To clarify for Sadie here, the winner of tonight's match walks out as the first ever HKW World Tag Team champions due to the title being wrestled for outside of its country of origin.

ALEXA CORRA: You talk too much.

RANDY THE GUY: Well, what the hell is he gonna talk about? There's Jinzai, there's Michael. They could walk the first ever HKW World Tag Team champions. Blah, blah, blah.

Colton and Jaxon explode out of the curtain as "Thank You" by MKTO begins to blare throughout the arena. The two men look at each other and slap hands before making their way down the ramp, the tag titles around their waists gleaming as the lights hits off of them. They slap hands with the fans and both of them sing along to some of the lyrics. Both of them run the rest of the way and slide underneath before each heading to one corner and raising their titles high up in the air. The two then hop off the turnbuckles. Future Shock then make their way over to the corner and warm up for the start of their match.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents, weighing in at 418 pounds, they are your HKW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....Colton Sterling and Jaxon Queen....FUTURE SHOCK!

BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling seems to have been rubbed off the wrong way by his opponents here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Or he realized that he has to team with Jaxon Queen...

RANDY THE GUY: Alexa, is that you in there? Or did you just get replaced by Felicity Banks?

Mason begins laughing uncontrollably as Alexa shoots Randy a look of disgust. The shot quickly fades back into the ring, where we see Colton and Jaxon hand over their belts to the ref. Jaxon pats his title and mouths a few words towards Jinzai, who just nods it off. Meanwhile, Colton locks eyes with the title and gives it a kiss before handing it over to the ref. The ref slowly makes his way to the center of the ring and raises both titles high up in the air before handing them over to Sadie and waiting for her to exit the ring before he calls for the bell.

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DING! DING! DING!


BRIAN MASON: Let's see who starts off this match...

Future Shock is much quicker on the page of who is to start this match as Jaxon almost immediately exits the ring, allowing Colton to start the match. On the other side, Jinzai and Michael have a bit of an argument before Jinzai manages to win the argument and gets to start the match. Jinzai and Colton slowly circle the ring once they lock eyes before deciding to lock up. Colton, being slightly bigger, manages to capture Jinzai in a headlock. Jinzai quickly reverses into a headlock of his own, the audience split between both teams as he gets a mixed reaction. Colton quickly shoves Jinzai towards the ropes and tries to irish whip him off of the headlock, but Jinzai holds on.

Colton then uses his slight weight advantage, realizing that Jinzai has the death grip on his head, and lifts him up before sending him over the ropes! Jinzai releases the headlock due to fear and manages to land on the apron on his back. Jinzai slowly helps himself up to both feet while on the apron, only for Colton to come rushing forward and drill him with a forearm smash, sending Jinzai falling to the ground. Colton quickly exits the ring, the mixed reaction still circling around the audience, and grabs Jinzai before charging forward and sending the Super Saiyan into the barricade. Sterling then grabs Jinzai by the head once more before rolling him back into the ring. Colton enters the ring as well and tags in Jaxon.

BRIAN MASON: And here comes Jaxon Queen!

ALEXA CORRA: Yawn.

Instead of going for a tag team move, Colton quickly exits the ring, allowing Jaxon to pick up where he left off. Jaxon stomps away at Jinzai repeatedly as the audience continues to remain 50/50. Queen quickly grabs his hair style nemesis and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him into the corner. This semi-backfires on him as Jinzai quickly climbs the turnbuckles and goes for a moonsault, using whatever energy he has to perform the move...only for Queen to duck it and for Jinzai to crash into the mat face first! Jaxon slowly measures up Jinzai and waits for him to get to his feet before charging forward, doing a full 360, and taking Jinzai out with a discus lariat before he goes for the cover!

RANDY THE GUY: Jaxon told Jinz-beans that he was gonna drill him with a lariat...

ALEXA CORRA: YAWN.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: Close call there!

Jaxon just shakes his head as he slowly gets to his feet and grabs Jinzai's legs before dragging Jinzai into the Future Shock corner. Queen tags in Sterling before getting Jinzai up to both feet and setting him up against the corner. Jaxon drills the Super Saiyan with a chop before his tag partner follows it up with three BRUTAL chops that sends Jinzai slinking down onto the mat. Queen exits the ring as Sterling grabs Jinzai by the head and gets him up to both feet before pulling him into the center, where he begins driving his knee into Jinzai's face multiple times, the audience counting along as Colton finally lets go of Jinzai, allowing him to drop to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Sterling is not done yet as he grabs Jinzai by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet. Sterling then irish whips his opponent, Jinzai's back hitting the corner as he leans up against the corner instead of falling to the mat. Colton charges forward, but Jinzai gets his boot up, drilling Colton in the face and sending him stumbling backwards. Sterling attempts to charge forward again, but this time, he catches the boot before it can collide with his face and lowers it before smashing Jinzai's face in with multiple forearm smashes. Colton quickly pulls Jinzai out of the corner and goes for a suplex...only for Jinzai to land right behind him and roll him right on up!

BRIAN MASON: Look at the trickery by Jinzai!

RANDY THE GUY: I thought Trix were for kids...

ALEXA CORRA: Do you ever not think about food?

RANDY THE GUY: When I'm staring at your cleavage.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Both men quickly get to their feet, but Colton goes on the attack as he attempts a bicycle kick, only for Jinzai to duck underneath the boot that would have surely kicked his head off. Sterling quickly turns around, only to be met with a boot to the side of the head, Jinzai taking him down with a step up enziguiri. Both men are down on the mat, Jinzai huffing and puffing while Colton holds the side of his head and jaw in pain. Meanwhile, in opposite corners, both Jaxon and Michael are cheering on their teammates and extending out their hands in order to be tagged in. Neither man seems to want to stop the other as they slowly crawl over to their corners. With one leap, Jinzai tags in Michael, and only a split second later, Colton tags in Jaxon.

BRIAN MASON: Michael Alexander is finally in the match!

ALEXA CORRA: But so is Jaxon Queen, so....YAWN.

Jaxon quickly goes for another one of his specialty lariats, but Michael ducks underneath it and goes running towards the ropes. Michael bounces off of them just as Jaxon turns around and just manages to lower his right shoulder as he hits Jaxon right in the waist with it, connecting with a spear. The audience lets out another one of those mixed reactions as Alexander takes a few steps back and begins getting fired up, waiting for Queen to get to his feet. Jaxon uses the nearby ropes to help himself up before turning around, only to be met with a European Uppercut from the charging Michael Alexander that knocks him right down onto the mat! Alexander goes for the cover as the audience shoots out a mixed reaction!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Michael does not want to let Jaxon get a second of breathing in as he quickly mounts the 18 year old and begins drilling him with a series of lefts and right before the ref finally pulls Michael off of him. Queen tries to slowly roll over as the ref begins yelling at Alexander, only for Alexander to push the ref aside and drives his right foot into Queen's rib cage, knocking him over and leaving him short of breath. Jinzai has made his way back up onto the apron and is asking, BEGGING for a tag. Alexander just shakes his head as he walks over to his corner and tags in Jinzai.

The two quickly go after Jaxon, picking up the young man by the head before lifting him up and planting him onto the mat with a double suplex! Jinzai quickly gets to his feet and lets out a small roar in order to hype the audience up before flipping and landing on Queen, hitting a standing moonsault. Alexander quickly charges forward and jumps up, dropping his legs right onto the throat of Queen with a jumping legdrop. As soon as Michael gets to his feet, the ref comes forward and requests that he heads back over to his corner and let the legal men fight. Alexander follows through with the request and slowly makes his way back over onto his corner.

BRIAN MASON: A very solid back and forth contest here tonight!

RANDY THE GUY: I'm still looking for my Burger King tho...

Jinzai begins to point over to the corner nearby and the audience, and even his tag team partner, cheers him on. Jinzai quickly heads over to the corner and slowly climbs it, back turned to his opponent in the ring, The young man from New York City gets to the top turnbuckle and begins to do a bit of taunting to the fan's pleasure. He gives a big cheesy grin as the audience just eats up his taunts...only for Jaxon to get to his feet and sweep Jinzai's feet from right underneath him, forcing Jinzai's jaw to collide with that turnbuckle! Jinzai slowly stumbles backwards, holding his jaw, and Jaxon knows what he has to do.

Queen quickly grabs Jinzai's arm from in front of him and quickly yanks the arm to spin Jinzai 180 degrees before driving his extended right arm out and taking Jinzai's head off with Jax-ed! The audience lets out a massive roar as Jinzai is sent flipping before he lands on the mat, allowing an almost surprised Jaxon to turn him over and go for the cover!

RANDY THE GUY: DAMN, BRUH.

ALEXA CORRA: Jinzai better kick the fuck out.

BRIAN MASON: JAX-ED CONNECTS!


ONE!


TWO!


TH-BROKEN UP BY MICHAEL ALEXANDER!


Michael Alexander has just gotten there on time to break up the pin. He begins pounding away on Jaxon, but quickly gets to his feet when he sees Colton enter the ring to huge cheers. Alexander rushes forward, but Sterling is faster and manages to rock his jaw with a bicycle kick! Alexander falls to the mat with a thud, but Sterling uses his slight weight advantage to grab Alexander by the head and toss him over the top rope and out of the ring. Colton quickly turns around and is met with a bunch of kicks to the body from Jinzai. Once Jin has Colt trapped up against the ropes, he goes charging towards the opposite ropes, only for Jaxon Queen to catch him with a yakuza kick!

Jaxon quickly motions to Colton that they should go for their new move. Colton nods his head and begins heading towards the corner as Jaxon slowly gets Jinzai up on his feet. Once Jinzai is up to both feet, Jaxon slowly lifts him up into the electric chair position. Colton manages to climb to the top and stands tall for a few seconds before giving the audience a thumbs down, letting them know that it was about to be over. Colton jumps off and extends his leg out (a la Rough Ryder) before catching Jinzai's neck with it, and Jaxon slowly tilts backwards before Jinzai is sent slamming down onto the mat, his neck getting the most pain.

ALEXA CORRA: What the fuck was that?!

RANDY THE GUY:HOLY SHIT.

BRIAN MASON: Michael Alexander is out! Jinzai is out! This is it!

Colton slowly gets to his feet....only for Leifi Maivia to come out of nowhere and drive his fist right into Colton's face, rocking him with a Superman punch! This leaves the ref no choice.

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winners of this match by disqualification, and STILL YOU HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...FUTURE SHOCK!

BRIAN MASON: What the hell are they doing here?!

Jaxon watches his partner fall to the mat and quickly charges at Leifi, drilling him with lefts and rights to the rib cage. Unfortunately for him, Chopz has slid in as well, steel chair in hand. He quickly drills Queen in the back of the head with it before tossing the raven haired man over the top rope and out of the ring. Chopz quickly follows behind him and eventually grabs him before lifting him up and planting Queen onto the ground with a Samoan Drop, the boos getting even louder.

ALEXA CORRA: THANK YOU, CHOPZ.

Michael Alexander has shaken off that bicycle kick by Colton Sterling and is back in the ring. He goes after Leifi, but Leifi just raises up his boot and sends Michael staggering backwards...before Chopz slides back into the ring and drills Alexander with a big boot that knocks him down, Chopz waits for Alexander to get on all fours before charging forward and planting his right boot into the back of Alexander's head, connecting with Bite On This to massive heat from the audience.

BRIAN MASON: This is uncalled for! UNCALLED FOR!

Leifi gets Chopz's attention and motions towards Jinzai, who is still using the ropes to help himself up. Leifi smirks as he takes a step back and waits for Jinzai to get to his feet and turn around....before charging forward and SPEARING JINZAI RIGHT IN THE MIDSECTION! Jinzai writhes around in pain as Leifi gets to his feet and looks down at jin with a smirk.

RANDY THE GUY: Look at the amount of people they just fucked up.

ALEXA CORRA: BEAUTIFUL. FUCKING AWESOME.

Out of nowhere, Colton leaps off of one of the corners and plants Chopz with a missile dropkick, sending him falling to the mat! Leifi is surprised at this as he attempts a clothesline, but Colton ducks underneath it. Leifi turns around and is met with a roundhouse kick that sends him stumbling backwards towards a corner.

BRIAN MASON: HERE COMES COLTON!

Colton takes a step back before charging forward, looking to connect with a corner splash...only for Leifi to move right out of the way! Colton hits the top turnbuckle with his head hard before stumbling back and getting drilled with the Samoan's Spear!

ALEXA CORRA: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Leifi barks at Chopz to get a table and the Pitbull of HKW gets one before sliding it into the ring. Chopz sets the table up before walking over to Colton and getting him into the first stage of a powerbomb.

BRIAN MASON: No, not this.

Chopz slowly lifts up Colton and begins to drop him, only for Leifi to hook his head and sent him through the table with Reaped! The audience gives the most heat yet as both Leifi and Chopz are on their feet and put their boots right on top of Colton's chest, smirking as the scene slowly fades out.
Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, May 12 2014, 08:06 AM.
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