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D E F I A N C E - 16; Live from London, Ontario, Canada - Only on HBO
Topic Started: May 24 2014, 10:58 PM (622 Views)
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Before the show...

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The scene fades in as fans are seen standing outside the Budweiser Gardens arena waiting to enter the building to see an incredible showcase hosted by Hard Knox Wrestling this evening. Suddenly out of no where the ground begins to vibrate. Fans look around wondering where it’s coming from. The vibrations begin to get stronger and louder as Bia Bia Remix by. Lil Jon & The Eastside Boys is heard…

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)


The fans quickly turn around looking around for the source of the music and from around the corner a gold stretch Hummer is seen headed toward the entrance.

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)


The limo stops in front of the crowd who has confused expressions all on their faces until out steps the driver. He begins to make his way over to the back door and looks over to the crowd….TONY BRAVO!?

TONY BRAVO: Hurm….Hurm…

Out from behind the crowd Head of Security RED and several of his staff are seen pushing their way through the crowd.

RED: BACK UP! BACK THE FUCK UP! WATCH OUT! HOLD THEM TITTIES BACK BITCH DAMN! BACK UP.

RED lifts up his hand and begins to speak into a walkie talkie.

RED: THE FALCONS HAVE TOUCHED DOWN ON BASE! I REPORT THE FALCONS HAVE TOUCHED DOWN ON BASE!

Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)


Tony nods and reaches for the door and opens it…

Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)


In slow motion hops Balto Bridges with a iced out color and iced out mini rolex & Elvis Banks wearing a silk Gucci Robe with a pair of sunglasses and a black/purple collar that reads “Pimp Hound”. The two pups look around at the crowd and then at each other. They nod to one another and begin to walk forward.

Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)


Soon after outsteps Co-Owner Lyle Risky dressed in a red suit with a black dress shirt underneath with a few buttons undone and his hair nice and curly as it hangs down to his shoulders. He looks around at the fans with a smirk on his face. Soon after Risky steps out of the Hummer limo, the other half of the co-owners of HKW, Brandon Banks steps out not as fancily dressed as the pups or Risky. Wearing a comfortable gray sweatsuit, Banks has a cup in his hand as he takes a sip of whatever substance inside and then tosses the cup into the sea of people.

BRANDON BANKS: CANADIIIIAAAA! WHAT’S POPPIN?!

Banks pauses, looking up at Risky with a smirk on his face.

BRANDON BANKS: Shit, I just sounded like RED, didn’t I? Fuck it. CANADIAAAA. THIS OUR LAST SHOW HERE FOR A FEW MONTHS! Y’ALL BETTER BE AS LOUD AS ME TONIGHT, FEEL ME?! AS LOUD AS THAT BLUNT OF GRANDADDY PURP I JUST SMOKED, NAAMEAN?

Shutting the limo door, Banks sees the fans paying most of their attention to the pups rather than he and Risky.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, bruh. I think our dogs more popular than us these days? I ain’t even trippin’ though. They some good ass dogs.

Risky looks around at the fans looking at Balto and Elvis. He shakes his head and steps up.

LYLE RISKY: AYE! AYE! CUT THAT SHIT OUT THINKIN’ THIS SHIT FREE! MONEY TALKS MUFUCKAS! How y’all what on some autographs from the pups? Yeah that’s right…..PAWTOGRAPHS BITCHES! FIFTY DOLLAS A POP!

Risky reaches inside his jacket and pulls out portrait photos of both Balto & Elvis as if he’s been planning on do this for a while. The fans scream out waving money in they hands wanting a PawtoGraph and a photo with Elvis & Balto. Lyle nods.

LYLE RISKY: Yep. Good ass dogs alright.

Banks reaches into his sweats pocket, and pulls out a case of washable ink. He walks passed Risky and near the dogs, dropping down on knee as both Elvis and Balto bark at him.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, yeah. I know y’all like money. So do I though. AYE, THIRTY A POP FOR THESE PAWTOGRAPHS. It was gonna be fifty, but shit… Last show in Canada, we thought it’d be nice of us to give y’all a small little discount.

Banks grabs a hold of Balto’s paw and gently places it in the ink. He then grabs a hold of Elvis’ paw and does the same thing before lifting him up and walking over to the crowd.

BRANDON BANKS: Y’all got the exclusive pawtographs first, Canada. Don’t say we don’t love y’all cause we do.

A wild blonde, attractive fan is heard screaming in the background, causing Banks and Risky to look her way.

BRANDON BANKS: Daaaaamn. If I was single… Hold up?

Banks squints his eyes and looks at Risky.

BRANDON BANKS: I am single?

He turns his head and looks back at the fan and smirks.

BRANDON BANKS: Boutta fuck around and… Nah, fuck that. I’ll get hit with some kinda lawsuit. End up like that boy Darren Sharper, shit. AIGHT, PAWTOGRAPHS. STEP RIGHT UP WITH YO BREAD IN HAND FOR THE EXCLUSIVE PAWTOGRAPHS FROM BALTO BRIDGES AND ELVIS BANKS!

A little kid is seen pushing his way through tons of female fans and holds up thirty dollars while wearing a “Money Talks” t-shirt.

KID FAN: AYO ME FIRST!

Risky looks down at the kid and notice the shirt.

LYLE RISKY: I was finna say get the fuck up outta here but you got our shirt on and you got the cash...But where yo momz at my dude?

The kid points to an drop dead gorgeous brunette that waves to Risky and Brandon.

LYLE RISKY: Think I just found me another baby momz….Kid you gonna be a big brother.

KID FAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just give me my damn pawtograph and stop checking out my mom. She’s out of both of you joker’s leagues anyways!

Lyle looks down and snatches the money from the kid. Lyle walks away from the kid shaking his head.

KID FAN: HEY WHAT ABOUT MY PAWTOGRAPH?!

Banks looks over in Risky’s direction and begins cracking up as the kid stands there with a dull expression on his face.

BRANDON BANKS: Sorry, kid. Money talks, bullshit walks.

Banks waves to the crowd and follows Risky in with Elvis & Balto leading the way inside Budweiser Gardens. The kid fan watches the crew enter the building with a scowl on his face.

KID FAN: MOMMM! I didn’t get my pawtograph!!!!

RED and Tony take a look at one another as the mother of kid comes to the front of the crowd.

RED: AYE, MOMMA. YOU TRYNA WATCH THIS SHOW BACKSTAGE? GOTTA LEAVE THE KID HERE THOUGH.

Her eyes brighten, a big smile on her face as she hops over the barrier and follows Banks and Risky inside while the kid stands in place and cries. RED and Bravo follow the milf inside as the camera transitions to the opening of Defiance.

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The video package opens with a visual of the HKW World Heavyweight Championship hanging in the air. A barrage of superstar photos flash on the screen, all of which whom are paticipating into tonight's Rumble 2 Destiny. The photo enlarges Kai and then transitions to highlights of he and Luke Wisia's ongoing feud, following a shot of Lance image laughing at the destruction caused by his club.

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


The visual transitions to the Cyber Champion, Tanner Sands as he won the Cyber championship and celebrated with a box of twinkies. Salem Cartier enters the picture, strutting her way down the ramp, picking up impressive win after impressive win. Tanner and Salem then come face to face as the Cyber Championship cuts the photo in two to reveal Joey Miles slapping the hands of members of the audience.

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


Emilio Vialpando is shown making a challenge to Joey Perello, and then it transitions to him losing the HKW Championship at Breaking Point, only for Gwen Massey to later on relinquish the title. Emilio grumbles up a photo of Gwen Massey and tosses it in the trash, but from behind him comes Joey Perello who tosses a book of matches into the same trash can. Perello smirks as Emilio walks into the Hard Knox Training Facility. We then see Zakk Lewis standing behind Perello, the camera zooming into Zakk's eye. We see what Zakk has done to Jesse Lewis along with Zoe Valero over the last few months. Zakk is seen watching this with a smirk on his face.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


Highlights of Hunter Werth and Eddie Ramirez getting attacked by the masked man appear on the screen, with Eddie and Hunter both stating they would find the masked man and destroy him. We see Cyncica standing behind the masked man as he slips his mask on, later on talking to both Werth and Ramirez. We then transition to the Reapers Hellhounds getting a taste of their own medicine at the preview Ignite, the Super Saiyans and HKW World Tag Team Champions, FutureShock admiring the handiwork.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


Felicity Banks' recent mean streak is highlighted, with every attack starting with Xavier Asher Daniels and ending with Craig Jacobs being shown. We see Xavier Asher Daniels watching his own attack, along with Brad Kane watching the attack on Craig Jacobs. Felicity is shown walking through the hallway, turning her head to look over her shoulder after every noise she heard. Ina Ina walks into the picture, along with another blonde mystery woman, bringing a smile to Felicity's face. Brad Kane is highlighted, showing his previous Master of Horror matches, with him yelling "Respect" into the microphone.

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,Neon Dragons, Lance Winters, Joey Perello, Hunter Werth, Salem Cartier, Tanner Sands, Eddie Ramirez, Felicity Banks, Ina Ina and finally, Emilio Vialpando as the camera cuts to the area!

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A small array of pyro goes off, the fans in London, Ontario going wild on their feet for another episode of Defiance. The camera takes a view at sold out Budweiser Gardens before immediately transitioning backstage where we see Brad Kane being held out of the arena by a number of security members.

RED: THIS AIN'T NOTHIN PERSONAL, BRUH. I'M UNDER STRICT ORDERS TO NOT ALLOW YOU INTO THE BUILDING TONIGHT.

Kane rolls his eyes and grinds down on his teeth.

BRAD KANE: ... I'm getting in there...

Kane turns around and leaves the picture as RED and his crew look on. The camera transitions back to ringside where we see the Defiance commentary team, Brian Mason, Alexa Corra, and Randy the Pilot.

BRIAN MASON: Well... That was a strange way to start the show? Why the hell is Brad Kane banned from the arena?! He does work here last time I checked.

RANDY THE PILOT: Who holds that kind of power, Mason? Only three people, one of them being Felicity's brother, and the other being her girlfriend. Come on, smart guy. Get with the program.

ALEXA CORRA: And RED obviously since he just kept him out of the building. Ever think Brad Kane's being kept out of the building for his own well being? Why are we even talking about this? We're crowning a new World Heavyweight Champion tonight!

BRIAN MASON: Hm. For once, I'll agree with you. Tonight is going to be a special night. A night where not only we'll crown our new World Heavyweight champion, but we see the return of the #FightWinters App when the former HKW Champion, Emilio Vialpando, takes on non other then the President of the Reapers, Lance Winters.

RANDY THE GUY: Annnnd it's RIP Rules! Last time, things didn't go so well for Lance... In his own freaking match!

ALEXA CORRA: That was a fluke, and everyone knows it! Lance didn't care to win that match, he just wanted to hurt his opponent!

BRIAN MASON: A few more outbursts like that and I'll believe you joined RIP, Alexa. Anyway, moving on... We're also going to see the Diirty South take on the team of Joey Perello and Onyx Payne. Should be an interesting one.

ALEXA CORRA: Don't understand why Perello and Onyx are teaming together, but whatever. The Dirty South already stated claim to the Tag Team Championship and win over the current No Limits champ, plus his girl? Extra momentum.

RANDY THE PILOT: And the Super Saiyans take on the Reapers Hellhounds. I gotta say, bruhs. The HKW tag team scene's one of the best I've seen. Bet the champs FutureShock are gonna have busy night scouting those two teams, AND Dirty South later on in the night.

ALEXA CORRA: Can't forget the Defiance in-ring debut of both Cyncica and Ina Ina!

BRIAN MASON: That's one the male demographic is definitely looking forward to.

RANDY THE PILOT: YOU DAMN RIGHT!

BRIAN MASON: But first, we have a word from one of the participants in tonight's Rumble To Destiny...

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The camera opens outside the locker room of the "Queen B" Felicity Banks. The door cricks itself open as the camera crew walks in and sees the former HKW Tag Team Champion already dressed down in her ring gear. With not a single care in the World, Felicity doesn't look nervous, or anxious about her upcoming World Championship match at all. Instead, she's rather calm, cool, and collected. She looks at the camera as she she brushes her hair, setting the brush on the counter in front of her before fully turning around.

FELICITY BANKS: There's a question or two that you never ask a wrestler. One of them is "Why are you doing what you're doing?" ... Hmph.

She cracks a half smirk, looking directly at the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: Why do any of us do what we do in this profession? We all have different ways of going about it, but at the end of the day... We do the things we do all for one reason. To prove that we're one of, if not the best in the company we inhabit. No matter what our actions are, at the end of it... Those are our intentions. There's different ways to go about it, but we all do things to get ahead... To prove ourselves worthy of being recognized as one of the best without having to call ourselves the best. Without having to toot our own horn. People just recognize that WE ARE one of the best.

Another small smirk, nothing major.

FELICITY BANKS: My way? Well, it might of rubbed some people the wrong way. I don't expect, nor do I want anyone to agree with what I've done, nor do I give a damn if you like it. It was my way, not yours... MINE.

There's a big bright smile as Felicity chuckles sarcastically.

FELICITY BANKS: It all started with Xavier, someone who nobody in this company gave a damn about until I laid my hands on him. Then we move onto Tank... Someone the entire HKW locker room made a joke out of... But when something bad happens to him, we like to pretend like we care. We pretend like we're his friends, ain't that right HKW locker room? You're all FAKE. FAKE FAKE FUCKING FAKE.

Her lips curls a bit, clearly showing signs of frustration.

FELICITY BANKS: Man, shut up the fuck up with that crap! None of you give a damn about Tank! You wanted him out as much as I did! But of course! We need a villain, right? We need someone to frown on, while we have all these politically correct idiots roaming these hallways acting like replicas of one other!

She pauses, thinking about some of the conversations she's heard in the locker room.

FELICITY BANKS: Thank you for a great match, he says! I'm sorry you lost, but it was a great match, he says! ... Really?! FUCKING REALLY? WHEN DID WRESTLING BECOME THIS SOFT?! I've been around this sport slash entertainment business almost my entire life, and NEVER... Never has this "sport" been as soft as it is today. It's like walking on eggshells. Everyone's censored because SOMEONE might get offended. You can't say anything these days without someone getting offended. You want a fucking example? I'll give you an example. We lost Ava Adore...why? Because Luke and Lance mentioned rape?! REALLY? SO DON'T WATCH ANY LAW AND ORDER SVU, AVA, OR YOU MIGHT CRY AND QUIT WATCHING TV!

She squints her eyes and shakes her head, looking away from the camera for a moment trying to compose herself.

FELICITY BANKS: Saaaawwwft. But we need a villain, correct? Not villains like the guys in RIP because they... They don't need a purpose, correct? It's okay for them to just take out wrestler after wrestler for no fucking reason, but when I do it... When I FUCKING DO IT...

Realizing she was losing her cool, Felicity breathes in and out to try to control her temper.

FELICITY BANKS: When I do it... With reason... my actions are questioned. See, I didn't wake up one morning and decide to cause some hell in HKW. I woke up a long time ago and decided that I wasn't going to take anyone's shit whether it was here, PDW, or anywhere else. Tank... He disrespected me by putting in his final notice before his match with me... Xavier Asher Daniels? He was just in the way. And Craig Jacobs? Why wouldn't I go after him? After all the shit Brad has tried to put me through, you people don't think I have a reason to go after him? Please.

Cocky smirk.

FELICITY BANKS: Truth is, every single thing that I've done up until this point has been warranted. Every attack, every beat down... EVERYTHING... Has had a reason. I'm not like the rest of my family, people... I don't forget things. I haven't forgotten being screwed out of the HKW Championship, nope...

She bites down on her lip, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

FELICITY BANKS: Screwed out of shots for that championship, actually. I watched people who were nowhere near my level get constant opportunities and blow it... And if they didn't blow the opportunity, they blew the entire title reign. Example : Your beloved Gwendolyn Massey. Where is she now?! ISN'T SHE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TAKING THIS COMPANY TO NEW HEIGHTS, HUH?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE...

She scowls, looking at the cameraman and expecting an answer.

FELICITY BANKS: Oh, that's right... She's not here. She walked out on this company, and the masses she supposedly cares so much about. Did she give you an explanation as to why she left you? Nope. She straight up said fuck you, and walked out without giving any of you an explanation...but you cheer that, and boo what I do.

She scrunches her face, clearly bothered by this all.

FELICITY BANKS: That's cool. Cheer these people who are here one day, and gone the next. Cheer these people who give you hope... The hope you need to make you believe that you can be anything you want to be! Cheer these people who you could relate to... The people that you feel you have something in common with, despite YOU not having any real talent at all... Cheer them all you want, because it's all a facade.

She takes a look away from the camera before returning her gazes.

FELICITY BANKS: You people could continue doing what you do, and I won't question it. Cheer the worthless. Cheer the people who don't really give a fuck about you but pretend to. I've expected stupid from most of humanity, so yeah... It's no surprise. But don't question what I do, or what I'm going to do to get myself to the top. My actions aren't wasted on Twitter rants. My actions aren't wasted on people who don't deserve it... My actions aren't wasted at all...Everything I do... Has a meaning behind it.

A feint smile appears on her face as she winks at the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: Don't be mad at me because I did it... Be mad at yourself that you didn't, and remember... Everything... Everything I've done has a meaning. And the meaning behind allllllllllllll of this comes to fruition tonight when I win the battle royal and take my rightful place atop this company as the HKW World Heavyweight Champion...

Bank
on
it.


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Scrambling through the hallways, we see General Manager Cindy Parker dressed down in a black tanktop with a pair of jeans, carrying a black bag in her hand. She looks a wee bit panicked as she grabs the nearest stagehand by the shirt and pulls him forward.

CINDY PARKER: Where is the nearest dressing room?! I has a mat---

She pauses, lowering her gaze and biting down on her lip.

CINDY PARKER: Meeting. I has a meeting coming up!

The stagehand points down the hallway bringing a smile out of Cindy as she runs down the hall.

CINDY PARKER: I’m so late. Always sooooo late, oh my god.

She makes a sharp turn down the hallway and bumps into none other than Eddie Ramirez, causing Cindy to drop her bag.

CINDY PARKER: Eduardo! Tienes miedo a los demonios fuera de mí!

She tosses her hands over her face, not believing she just bursted out into Spanish yet again.

CINDY PARKER: … I have to stop doing that.

Eddie arched an eyebrow and smirked, before waving that off.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: No tengas miedo...ah, no need to be afraid, Miss Cindy. It is I standing like a statue in the middle of this hallway that caused this, heh. Say, where is the boss lady off to in such…. a hurry?

Cindy lowers her gaze and looks down at her bag, seeing that something that looked a lot like a mask was popping out.

CINDY PARKER: Um….

She quickly bends down and grabs the bag, pushing whatever was sticking out back inside. She tosses it around her shoulder, and looks back up at Eddie with a smile on her face.

CINDY PARKER: Hurry? Who’s in a hurry? I’m not in a hurry. I’m just… Really really hyper is all. I have a pixie stick high… Yeah, that’s it! A pixie stick high!

Unsure if Eddie was buying it, Cindy looks down at her wristwatch and hears the ring announcer getting ready to announce the first match.

CINDY PARKER: Is there any new developments in the masked man who may or may not be two people case?

Eddie ran a hand through his hair and popped his color, clearing his throat.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: I went back and looked at the tapes of the attack… it was oddly familiar the move that was used was also one of my finishing moves, I’ll say that much. So that is a bit of info. Did you happen to hear anything when y-… I mean your friend did any more investigating… using her superhero methods, eh?

Cindy’s eyes widen as she glances down at her bag, and then looks back at Eddie.

CINDY PARKER: Um, errr….

She hesitates some before shrugging her shoulders.

CINDY PARKER: You know what? I think I just saw her actually. Give me a second, kay?

Cindy runs out of the pictures and turns down the hallway. A door is heard pulled open and then slammed shut as Eddie stands in place, looking down in the direction that Cindy ran to. Before another minute passed, the door is heard being swung open, and jumping into the picture is none other than the resident HKW superhero, Cyncica.

CYNCICA: Hola buen compañero de Hardknoxthom. Soy yo, Cyncica!

She pulls her cape over her face, and Eddie seems quite impressed.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: Hola, campeón de la libertad y la justicia! Just the one I was looking for, heh. I hear you are aware of someone… a masked hooligan about, yes? That deals in deception and cruelty, no less. And attacks … handsome Mexican fellows and his little amigo for no good reason, Si? Just wondering if you had any advice to offer from your wealth of heroic intellect, for good old Eddie, eh?

Caught up in the moment, Eddie put his fists on his hips in an almost Superman pose. Cyncica continues to stand as still as a statue, pulling her cape down just enough for her words not to sound muffled.

CYNCICA: El bandido enmascarado? Oh, yes. I know some información on that evil doer. It is not as I suspect, good citizen of Hardknoxtom. I suspect dos personas, but… I was not correct-o.

She pauses, her eyes rolling underneath the mask.

CYNCICA: Even I, the superhero luchador is wrong sometimes. SIN EMBARGO! I know nows that el bandido enmascarado is in fact an evil bully, and he must be stopped this instant!

She looks past Eddie’s shoulder, looking to see if anyone was approaching them.

CYNCICA: And we will stop them, Eduardo! Me y you. But first, you must channel your inner lucha. That is only the ways bandido enmascarado can be stopped.

She pulls down her cape and in her hand is a mask. She pats it against Eddie’s chest and then tosses her cape back over her face.

CYNCICA: Sabes lo que debes hacer. Now, I must go defeat mal matón Binya Binya polliwog and send creates back to Gullah Gullah Island. CYNCICA AWAY!

She jumps out of the picture, a swoosh noise going off in the background just as she jumps. Eddie arches an eyebrow and looks to the side, hearing the sound and doing a double take. Looking up and down the hall to see if anyone was there, he looked down at his hands. The mask looked at him like a ghost from his past.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: I don’t know why, but… I trust her. Si, she is correct. This is no job for Eddie Ramirez… I see now that defeat such an adversary I must unleash the full fury of…

Pulling the mask down over his face.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: El Ladron!

Chuckling he quickly removes the mask and puts it in his pocket.

EDDIE RAMIREZ: Aye, but that is for another time. Now the mild-mannered yet still ruggedly handsome Eddie Ramirez has a battle royal to win, Si. Hmmm…. I wonder where Cindy went anyway….

Shrugging he walked off down the hall.

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Previously Recorded

The scene fades into the office of co-owner Lyle Risky where he is seen looking over some paper work with his hair tied into a pony tail and not in his usual business attire as he has been seen as of late. Today he seems to be more relaxed in his casual wear. He looks up from the paper work seeing Balto playing around. Lyle smiles a bit and looks up as the door cracks open. Opening the door is the Head Trainer of HKW, Jesse Lewis. Jesse Lewis walks in and looks over at Lyle Risky.

Lyle Risky and Jesse Lewis weren’t exactly always friends. They were more of good acquaintances. Jesse had always seen Lyle Risky as nothing more than a freak, but learning what the definition of a freak was. Jesse realized that he was himself one. And he grew to respect Lyle through his success.

JESSE LEWIS: We meet again, Blake.

Jesse Lewis then looks over and sees the mut playing in the floor. Jesse gives a disgust look, then focuses his eyes towards Lyle. He then sits in front of the desk.

JESSE LEWIS: Well, Blake. You look as if the stress has went to your head. You’re not as wormy as usual. You look normal. How neat.

Jesse Lewis snickers. Lyle shakes his head and chuckles.

LYLE RISKY: Shit bruh, I can’t have my hair braided back up till after we done filming Internal. Wait till as soon as we done, gettin’ my shit done as soon as possible!

Lyle puts a couple sheets of paper in a folder and sets it to the side.

LYLE RISKY: What’s good though Z?

JESSE LEWIS: You know, Blake. There comes a time in life when a man realizes himself. And when he does realize himself, he feels the consequences. Consequences that can render a man’s heart. I’m slowly realizing that I am not meant for this world much longer. And I’ve come to realize that giving despair and hurting other peoples’ lives for enjoyment seems too much appealing as it was before. I’m slowly admitting to the dark side again, Blake. I’m here to tell you that Zakk’s doing his very best to manipulate me, so my godforsaken sanity can be no more. But, I want you to realize that at Destiny I don’t want to just beat him…… I want to murder him.

Jesse then clenches his right fist, and looks dead at Lyle Risky that he is serious. Risky throws up his hands.

LYLE RISKY: Whoa?! Whoa?! Chill bruh. That’s your brother! Yo own flesh and blood?! And you wanna kill em? Fa real? Aight he took ya bitch, SO WHAT?! It’s all good. All he did was kidnap her. No harm in a little kidnappin.

Lyle smirks.

LYLE RISKY: You don’t really wanna kill yo own brother now do you?

Jesse then grunts, and bangs his fist.

JESSE LEWIS: REALLY!? IT’S ALL GOOD!? No..

Jesse then finds his cool.

JESSE LEWIS: He’s a menace to society. He’s mocked me like no one else has. The countless of men I’ve fought against and spoken ill of me. None of their words or actions have hindered my heart. But he’s done more than what they have. And it’s beginning to seep through my soul. I’ve taught this worm a wrestling skill, and he knows my every move. I will not allow him to leave my sight unharmed. He’s done nothing but cause destruction within HKW.

He looks to the ground for a second.

JESSE LEWIS: He’s tricked you all into thinking he was a peasant of society within RIP. But he wasn’t. He’s allowed himself to be beaten up on purpose, so everyone wouldn’t see his mastermind plan.

He looks back up at Lyle.

JESSE LEWIS: And as much as I love to see people lose themselves into depression. I won’t allow Zakk to become the top guy of this company, nor will I see him one up me. He’s not my brother. He’s not my family. To say he’s a Lewis is correct. To say I am a Lewis is absurd. However, I am with it first. And no matter how much he tries to get into my head. It will not work. What he’s done. What’s he going to do in the future. What he did to Zoe. What he’s going to try with you. No… He’ll pay for it.

Jesse Lewis then stands up.

JESSE LEWIS: I plan on crucifying him on the cross, and burning him alive upside down. If you wish to throw the Police Department afterwards. Fine. But, I will not see the life of Zakk Lewis after that match. My pride and honor will be restored.

He looks up to the ceiling. Lyle laughs a little.

LYLE RISKY: Look, Z. My guy Z! Spirit! Jesse! Look bruh, I think you’re blowing all of this out of proportion. I look at Zakk and I see him coming out of his shell! He’s like a boiled egg within the ranks of R.I.P. and he’s been sitting in hot water for a while now. And now the burner is off. He’s ready...And each show his is shedding away that hard exterior and showing his true self. Maybe he’s going the wrong away about by going at you first on his little hit list but you’ve had to see it coming. You’re his big brother bruh. You get all the glory and so on, and what does he get? Nothing. He wants that. He wants that kind of recognition not from just these people back here or his comrades in the Reapers...But from the person he holds the closest. His brother, the legendary Spirit Z...Jesse Lewis.

Lyle smirks.

LYLE RISKY: Nothing wrong with being your little brother’s hero.

JESSE LEWIS: Even so, Blake. To reclaim your name and to have your mastermind plan go into effect, you must eliminate the best. And if he so wishes to believe I am one of the best, then he will make no mistake to try and destroy me. My family and him have exiled me, but I have not exiled myself. He almost killed Zoe right before my eyes. He’s stolen my honor. He’s attempted to take my pride. No, Blake. When a wrestler like myself comes into a situation. No matter if you’re blood or not, you do not simply take away that. You believe he’s a boiled egg. I see him as an insect inside of a home. It must be squashed. And that’s what’s going to happen at Destiny. And like I said.

He looks back down at Lyle.

JESSE LEWIS: If you wish to have me arrested, so be it. But, do not call off the match, then I’ll know where your heart lies. This is between him and I. And you are just a witness, Blake. I don’t know when the next time I’ll see you again. But Destiny is less than 2 months away, and I see myself slipping more and more into the surrounding walls of Hell each day. How I am now may not be the way I am in a month. I wish you well, Blake. You’ve made me proud, believe it or not. For a man to be a poor wrestler with nothing to look forward to. You ended up becoming a successful businessman and one of the most popular superstars in the wrestling world. You may act tough now, but some will see to you as a hero. But until then, those people mean nothing to me.

Jesse then turns around and heads for the door.

JESSE LEWIS: Good day, Blake.

Jesse then goes for the door. Lyle watches him head for the door and stands up.

LYLE RISKY: Jesse!

Jesse stops and looks over his shoulder back to Lyle.

LYLE RISKY: I’m not gonna call of the match. And I’m not gonna have you or him arrested….Just promise me one thing. Give the folks, myself importantly a good show. That’s all I really give a damn about. You two can kill each other off, I don’t care. Just get whatever the job is done and leave it there at Destiny. Alright? Alright...You can go now. You’re polluting my good vibe in here with your negativity. Shew, go away.

Jesse then smirks, and walks off the scene. The scene fades.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is your opening contest set for one fall!

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 them, looking as if she's floating down to a big ovation from the crowd.

RANDY THE PILOT: Love this entrance, bruh. I wish I could fly!

ALEXA CORRA: I can't believe you people are actually amused by this. What kind of person thinks their a superhero? A superhero and a luchador? What kind of shit are they doing down in Mexico?

BRIAN MASON: Forgetting all that, Cyncica has shown that she has tremendous in ring ability. Some even say she reminds them of someone else, but for some reason... We can't put a finger on it.

RANDY THE PILOT: It's Pac reincarnated in a kitty. Super Kitty.

ALEXA CORRA: I am not playing this game. Where's Ina? Get me sanity out here, please.

She safely lands in the center of the ring, unhooking her harness and glancing at the fans in attendance.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first... She is the protector of Hardknoxthom... CYNNCICCAAAA!

She doesn't pose, but instead goes to her corner and waits for her opponent, covering her face with her cape.

"Texas Phonk" by Amber London hits the sound system as Ina Ina comes out onto the top of the entrance ramp with her arms sprawled out to her sides. The crowd is raining the boos on heavy as she slowly struts her away down the entrance ramp, pointing and laughing at her opposition in the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And her opponent... Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia... INA INAAAA!

Ina acts as if she's going to slap the kids hand but proceeds to scream "EW" in his face. This angers Cyncica as she perches to the top turnbuckle and soars out of the ring, hitting Ina Ina with a big crossbody before the match begins! Cyncica gets up and slaps the fans hand herself before grabbing a hold of Ina Ina by the head and sliding her into the ring.

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DING DING DING

BRIAN MASON: Cyncica didn't take to kindly to Ina Ina disrespecting the fan like that, delivering a beautiful crossbody onto the outside.

RANDY THE PILOT: She's here to rid Hardknoxthom of evil bullies, Mason! Only in espanol.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, no. Randy, they got you too?! I really am the only sane one in HKW, I swear.

With Ina Ina in the ring, Cyncica waits on the apron and then springboards into the ring, hitting a seated senton. She immediately bounces off the ropes and as Ina rises to her feet, Cyncica hits a picture perfect tilt a whirl headscissors. Cyncica waits for Ina to get to her feet, and when she does, Cyncica executes a quick arm drag take down and hits senton splash, followed by a standing moonsault!

RANDY THE PILOT: Sweet combo, kitty cat!


ALEXA CORRA: Ugh.


RANDY THE PILOT: What?! You can't say that wasn't a nice combination by Cyncica.

ALEXA CORRA: It was, but I refuse to encourage this silly shit. Why is this on HBO?!

BRIAN MASON: Superheros are pretty popular these days. See Batman.

RANDY THE PILOT: Batman ain't a superhero, bruh. He's just rich.

BRIAN MASON: And he saves the lives of innocent people. That's what makes him a superhero.

RANDY THE PILOT: He has no super powers! How can he be a superhero without any super powers?!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh my fucking god! This is unbelievable! INA INA WITH THE DROPKICK1

On cue, Ina turns a vaulting crossbody attempt into a huge dropkick to the face of Cyncica. Ina takes a moment to recover, breathing in and out heavily before standing back to her feet. She lifts Cyncica up and sends her spine first into the turnbuckle, and then follows it with a huge running thump to jeers from the crowd. Ina struts around the ring before pressing her foot against Cyncica's throat, using up all of the referees five count. Ina grabs a hold of Cyncica's mask and rips her to feet. She picks her up and walks her back into the corner, hanging her upside down in the Tree of Woe. Ina makes her back to the opposite corner, then charges in and hits a running hanging dropkick, nearly decapitating the masked avenger of HKW. Ina rips Cyncica out of the corner and pulls her into the middle of the ring to make the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



TH---NO!


Ina lifts Cyncica to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Ina tucks her head down for a back body drop, but Cyncica somersaults across Ina's back, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a spinning wheel kick to cheers from the crowd. Cyncica rises to her feet, and bounces of the ropes again, this time hitting a low dropkick to the rising Ina. Cyncica quickly turns Ina on her stomach, steps on the back of her knees, and locks in a Mexican Surfboard, stretching Ina apart!

ALEXA CORRA: Damn. Haven't seen anyone in HKW be able to pull this move off yet.

BRIAN MASON: That's the lucha libre style of Cyncica. She brings a style to HKW that not of our wrestlers have seen.

Cyncica releases the arms, but keeps Ina's legs locked, turning the stretch in a dragon sleeper variation, stretching Ina out even more. Ina finally uses her free hand to tug on Cyncica's mask, making Cyncica release the hold. Ina then drives her thumb into Cyncica's eye, and gets out of the hold. She rises to her feet and quickly takes Cyncica down with a belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd. Ina takes a moment to catch her breath before lifting Cyncica up, and placing her head in between her legs. Ina lifts Cyncica up in a powerbomb, and then drives her spine first into the turnbuckle! Cyncica's body goes limp as she falls to the mat and Ina makes the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



TH---NO!


RANDY THE PILOT: Cyncica gets her foot on the ropes! Damn that was close.

Ina looks at her opponents leg draped against the bottom rope and tugs on her hair out of frustration. She slaps Cyncica in the head before attempting to rip her mask off, only for Cyncica to slide onto the apron. Ina grabs a hold of Cyncica's head and lifts her to her feet, only for Cyncica to pull Ina's head down and executing a stunner using the ropes. Ina fals backward as Cyncica springboard in and hits a legdrop! Cyncica makes the cover..

ONE!



TWO!



TH---NO!


Ina manages to kick out just as the referees hand was coming down for the three. Cyncica gets to her feet and waits for Ina to start moving. Once Ina gets to one knee, Cyncica bounces off the ropes and hits a beautiful shining wizard! Cyncica then runs toward the ropes and uses them to execute a lionsault with a cover...


ONE!



TWO!



TH---NO!


BRIAN MASON: Well, if anyone had doubts about Ina's in ring ability before, she's certainly silencing them down. She's hanging in this one with Cyncica.

ALEXA CORRA: They're both great, Mase. That's why the women in HKW are better than the men. Even noobies like these two can put on a better match than the boys.

RANDY THE GUY: When you getting in the ring, Alexa?

ALEXA CORRA: Every week for CCP. You should check it out. I'm about to win the World title.

BRIAN MASON: I actually do watch it. You're in the Chamber match, correct?

ALEXA CORRA: Yessir.

RANDY THE GUY: Alright, shout out Cardinal City Pro Wrestling. I get it. Now call this Hard Knox Wrestling match.

Cyncica has Ina Ina perched on to the top turnbuckle, looking like she's going for a frankensteiner. Cyncica climbs up and goes for it, but Ina catches her and executes a sitout powerbomb from the middle ropes on the lucha hero with a pin!

ONE!



TWO!



TH---NO!


RANDY THE GUY: How the hell did she kick out of that?! I thought Ina had her!

BRIAN MASON: She's a superhero, Randy!

ALEXA CORRA: Dear God.

Ina screams at the referee, telling him to count faster but the referee stands his ground. Ina then grabs the referee by the shirt and pushes him into the corner, giving Cyncica time to recover. Ina gives the referee an ear full, bullying him around until Cyncica gets to her feet and blasts Ina Ina with a 360 degree spinning kick! Ina looks knocked out as Cyncica checks on the referee, asking him if he were okay... In Spanish.

Cyncica looks down and sees the knocked out Ina Ina and quickly makes her way out of the ring and to the top rope! Cyncica measures up Ina Ina when suddenly the crowd begins raining down boos.

ALEXA CORRA: Yes! Now we have some entertainment!

BRIAN MASON: What the hell is she doing down here? The Rumble's not till later tonight!

Felicity Banks hops onto the apron and pushes Cyncica off the top rope and nearly through the announce table! Instead, Cyncica's face smashes off the hood of the announce table and the referee immediately calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner by disqualification... CYNCICAAA!

"Right Now" (Cyncica Remix) hits the PA as Felicity helps the still woozy Ina to her feet and out of the ring. Cyncica rises to her feet, and sees Felicity and Ina making their way up the ramp, with Felicity turning around telling Cyncica she'll handle her at iGNITE. Cyncica laughs the comments off as Felicity and Ina make their way backstage and Cyncica panders to the crowd until we cut to the back.

WINNER (via disqualification): Cyncica (10:11)
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Scene opens up with Zakk in the locker room. He’s poking at the lockers and smirking to himself, then clinches his fist and looks at the ceiling. He realizes he’s got a rumble to win, but in his mind. Was he even really caring for it? Sure, it was the goal of every HKW wrestler was to win the HKW Championship. But what if he did win? Would that solidify his legacy already, and able to shut up every hater in the world that ever doubted him? Could he bring that champion into Destiny defeating Jesse Lewis and defending it there? Or could he just not give a shit, and get back to what was really the important deal. Jesse. Lewis.

Lately, Zakk hasn’t been around RIP. He’s been going his own way, but still wearing the jacket. Still talking about it. But as that moment of thinking, a familiar face opened up the door. It was Joseph Perello, the esteemed higher up in the gang. With his No Limits Championship draped over his shoulder, his RIP cut was absent, only wearing a plain white T-Shirt along with a pair of jeans.

JOEY PERELLO: Zakk…

Perello starts looking around the locker room.

JOEY PERELLO: Have they given you your number to the Rumble yet?

Zakk looked up to the man he considered a brother than his own blood brother. Did they give him a number?

ZAKK LEWIS: Yeah… But I don’t remember what it was. My only job is to get in there, destroy, and finally prove that our gang is the golden piece to HKW for anyone who doesn’t believe we belong here.

Zakk sat down.

ZAKK LEWIS: But… I’ve been too worried about Jesse. Heh. The motherfucker thinks he is going to murder me? Murder me? At Destiny? Hahahaha. He’s got another thing coming. And you know…

Zakk gets up and looks at Joey.

ZAKK LEWIS: If I do win tonight. If I do become the next HKW Champion. I can just take that and throw that into his face as well. Prove that I.. I! Zachary Andrew Lewis was and is the better wrestler. He hasn’t won a World Championship ever. And look at me? I could win it. Be the first World Champion in the family where he failed.

Zakk laughed as Perello chuckled along with him.

JOEY PERELLO: Good. Very good. Seems the odds are in our favor despite neither Lance or I getting an invitation. You, Luke, Leifi, Chopz… We certainly have a good shot, and if one of you do win that championship…

Perello takes a moment to think of the what if.

JOEY PERELLO: Well, HKW would have no choice but to recognize us as the elite in this company, though… I certainly don’t believe a championship is all that makes someone elite, however, it is a step in the right direction.

Perello glances over at the No Limits championship, his eyes squinting just a bit.

JOEY PERELLO: It’s terrible that I don’t care for this championship. I thought that maybe overtime something would happen. Nothing… A month later, and nothing. I’ve learned the hard way that titles are truly meaningless. For example… Our Cyber Champion, Tanner Sands? He’s pathetic. Every World Champion this company has had has been garbage, and that includes the beloved Emilio Vialpando… Piece of shit.

Perello clears his throat, taking a seat in the first free chair he sees.

JOEY PERELLO: So if you want to win, Zakk… Don’t do it for RIP. Do it for yourself, and give this company a real champion. The hell with Hunter Werth’s and the Colton Sterling’s. The hell with the Super Saiyans and HKW’s own MC Hammer, Xavier Asher Daniels. They’re all worthless. You my friend are not and you’ve proved that. Though, I must admit… The issues between you and your brother have made me a bit uncomfortable at times. I’m just… curious to see how far both of you are willing to go from here.

Zakk grinned to himself. Listening and absorbing the praise. He was right. He had to do this own his own, and not just for RIP. He wanted to be the man. He wanted to be the one to lead this company into the best direction. He wanted to get rid of Jesse Lewis himself as well. If he won the Championship and defeated Jesse Lewis. He would have no choice but be respected by everyone.

Zakk looked over at Joey and his No Limits Champion. He nodded. He knew Joey never really cared for it, and knew that either Joey was going to lose on purpose or end up just giving it away. Zakk snickered.

ZAKK LEWIS: Don’t worry, Joey. I got this. Everyone thought of me as the peasant. I’m here to show them I’m not. I won’t fail you…… brother. I will not.

Zakk puts a hand on Joey’s shoulder.

ZAKK LEWIS: Winning this one for me. Winning this one for the blood of our gang, as well. You all were the only ones who took me in and show’d me what it was like to have a family. A real family. And I’m going to go out there to win this match for me. And to also bring back glory. I’m going to do it, Joey. And no one. Not even fucking Jesse Lewis will stop that.

Zakk then looks at the camera. So does Joey.

ZAKK LEWIS: And for everyone who doesn’t believe that I am the best. You’ve got another thing coming. Because when the best puts himself in a position to become the best, he means it. This isn’t a comedy match. This isn’t a self-proving match. This is a match to determine who’s ready to become the next leader of HKW. And you’re looking right at him.

Zakk then snickers. Perello gives Zakk a pat on the back and nod of the head before lowering the No Limits Championship into his grasp and exiting the locker room. The scene ends with Zakk Lewis turning his back and getting focused for the upcoming battle royal.

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The scene opens up with Drew Thornton in the locker room getting ready for the main event. He had a 1 to 30 chance of winning the HKW World Championship tonight. He was excited, and nervous. He didn’t want to mess anything up tonight, and wanted to give the crowd a good show. He sat there fixing up his boots, and then once he’s done. He jumps up. He looks in the mirror.

DREW THORNTON: Tonight’s your night, Drew. You got this.

Then at that second, Drew Thornton is knocked out by a 2x4 by someone. The camera pans and see its Brian Gun. Brian Gun then drops the 2x4 and starts kicking the unconscious Drew Thornton. He picks him and irish whips him to the lockers leaving a huge bump in them. Brian Gun then walks over and picks up Drew. He drags his body out of the locker room. Staff members are gasping as Brian Gun is rushing everyone out of the way.

Eventually they make it to the behind the curtain. Brian lets go of Drew’s leg. He then grabs a nearby trash can and dumps all the trash out. He then sets the trash can down, and picks up Drew and throws him in it. Brian Gun grabs the trash can and pulls it until they are through the curtain and on the main stage. The crowd boos loudly. Brian Gun then smirks and drops the trash can on its side with Drew inside. He then kicks the trash can and it starts to roll and the speed picks up and smacks dead into the bottom of the ring. Brian Gun walks down, ignoring the fans, and grabs Drew from the trash can and rolls him in the ring.

Brian gets into the ring, and then walks over and demands a microphone. He’s granted one, and he goes over to Drew and drags his leg until his body is in the center of the ring. Brian Gun then puts a foot on Drew’s face, and places the microphone to his own lips.

BRIAN GUN: You fans look at this man, Drew Thornton, and you cheer him. You cheer him to no end and support him like he is your best friend. And why? Why do you choose to cheer someone to naïve and ignorant? It’s because you are all just as ignorant. Every single one of you look at people like Drew and strive to be him. You want to be just like him. You think is so courageous for what he does and how he does not back down. Well here is some news for you. That is not courageous. That is being plain stupid. You see, there are times when you may just look at the person next to you and know, you have no chance of ever beating him up or knocking him out. What’s so courageous about fighting that and getting your ass kicked? You cheer for Drew right here because you think him doing that is the bravest thing! You think he is so tough! When in reality, his ignorance simply blinds him. Look at where that has gotten him. He is lying here in the middle of this ring knocked out because he stepped into my business and tried to act like a parent or something.

Two weeks ago, at Defiance, fans like yourselves pissed me off. Specifically one the size of a small dump truck. He thought he could show up Brian Gun and he had it coming to him. That fan got his ass kicked and I hope he never steps foot in an HKW arena ever again. You see, people around here need to brush up on their history and learn just who I am. There is no one in this locker room, or any for that matter, that can match my pure ability inside that ring. And there is surely no one, including all of you parasites here, that deserve to be graced by my presence so you should all consider yourselves lucky.

I think it is funny how management here believes the solution to what happened two weeks ago is to ban me from associating with fans. They believe that type of suspension is going to “make me a better person” or some garbage like that. I have been suspended before. I have been banned for months on end! This isn’t my first rodeo if that’s what they think and it isn’t going to change a damn thing! Brian Gun is his own show and no one can change that! You see, management can complain all they want that kicking that fans ass is bad for the company and hurts their image, but they need to get up to date and realize something, Brian Gun does what he wants, when he wants. If they think what happened to that fan is going to be their biggest problem with me, then they are going to be sadly mistaken. You see, Drew Thornton can come try and save the day once, or maybe even twice if he dares. But the end result will be the same. He will be lying in this heap that he is now and this whole company will remember the name… Brian Gun!

DREW THORNTON: ...N..No

The fans boo to no high end, and Drew Thornton was heard grunting. Brian Gun looks down and smirks. He kicks Drew Thornton again. Drew then rolls over, and Brian awaits for him to get up. Motioning from him to arise. Drew then gets up slowly and has an evil look on his face ready to retaliate. Brian Gun taunts him again. Drew then rushes him, and Brian Gun ducks the clothesline. Drew then stops and looks back. He looks to the ground, and sees the microphone that Brian dropped. He picks it up.

DREW THORNTON: You’re gonna pay for everything you’ve done so far, Gun. I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re nothing to me! You hear me?! Nothing!!! I will fight you until you realize that you are not what you think you are. You think you’re a great wrestler? I think otherwise. No, you’re nothing to me. You will face my wrath, Brian Gun! YOU HEAR ME!?

Drew then throws the microphone towards Brian Gun, but Brian Gun. But as that distracted him, Drew Thornton took that opportunity and begins to beat down Brian Gun and doesn’t stop the punches. Eventually about 10 security guards rush down the ramp and get into the ring and start to break up the scuffle. Eventually Brian Gun is being held by 6, and Drew is being held by 4. The two try to fight their way towards each other, but the strength of the security guards holds them back.

Drew then gets let go, and he drops out of the ring, grabbing the microphone with him. He walks up to the ramp, and then when he is at the top of the stage. The 4 security guards’ guard the pathway to the ring. Drew turns around and looks at Brian Gun who is in the ring. He puts the microphone to his lips.

DREW THORNTON: You know. You damn well may just get to the top of this company one day, Gun. You might even become the next HKW Champion in 2015 or something. You may even go on to find yourself in another federation and reclaim your success. But you make no mistake. I… I’ll get you for this..

Drew drops the microphone and heads to the back. Brian Gun stays in the ring and laughs to himself. The scene fades.

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Suddenly the volume swell that begins Steel Panther’s “Party Like Tomorrow is the End of the World” blares over the speakers, and out walk two…colorful characters, is the best way to put it. They’re both smaller guys, one blonde, one red-haired. The blonde man is shorter and more compact, dressed in purple leopard-print tights, a black, shredded tanktop with the old MTV logo on it and a purple sequined headband. The red-haired man is tall and lean, wearing black leather pants with neon green tiger-stripe spandex up the outsides, a black Helloween shirt and a monochrome paisley print bandana folded into a headband. The pair of them collect mics from ringside and sprint to opposite ring steps.

ALEXA CORRA: Who the hell are these guys?

RANDY THE PILOT: They’re either drag queens or there’s a Motley Crue video missing a couple of extras…

BRIAN MASON: Weren’t they Onyx’s fan club at Ignite last week?

That may jog some memories, but the two men stand in the middle of the ring, and the blonde guy gestures for the music to cut.

DARREN DIAMOND: Thank you, thank you. Now I’m sure you’re wondering just who the hell we are; besides the best dressed men in the back. Besides the prettiest, bitchinest, metalest fuckin’ dudes in the history of this fuckin’ sport. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’m Darren Diamond…

SAVAGE STEELE: …I’m Savage Steele…

BT: And we are…

DARREN DIAMOND: The Neon Dragons!

SAVAGE STEELE: (Speaking with Darren) Pussy Liqo…what the fuck?

DARREN DIAMOND: What?

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude, what the fuck happened to “Pussy Liquor”. I thought we fuckin agreed on “Pussy Liquor”?

DARREN DIAMOND: Uh…well…uh…about that, they said that they couldn’t put that on a shirt and sell it to like, little kids and stuff.

SAVAGE STEELE: Little kids? Dude, we’re on fuckin’ HBO at like, fuckin’ midnight! Where the fuck are they gonna sell fucking shirts to little kids?

DARREN DIAMOND: Well, they said it was, like, too much, even for HBO.

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude! What the fuck? How can that be too much for HBO? They’ve got…what, that fuckin’ vampire bitch showing her tits all the time. They’ve got that fuckin’ hot-ass chick on Game of Thrones with the amazing tits and the dragons. They’ve also got that dude who got his dick cut off. How the fuck can “Pussy Liquor” be worse that…oh…oh you fucker.

Savage turns away from facing the crowd to stare directly at his tag team partner.

DARREN DIAMOND: What?

SAVAGE STEELE: You fuckin’…they didn’t say we couldn’t use the name.

DARREN DIAMOND: Yes they did.

SAVAGE STEELE: No, you got fuckin’ drunk when they called, and you fuckin’ forgot, didn’t you?

DARREN DIAMOND: …uh…

SAVAGE STEELE: Okay, fucker! When did HKW call and ask what the team name was?

DARREN DIAMOND: Uh…like, last Friday.

SAVAGE STEELE: And how much fuckin’ Jack did you drink last Friday?

DARREN DIAMOND: How much did we have?

Savage Steele facepalms, taking a good five seconds to think of what he wants to say next.

SAVAGE STEELE: So you got drunk and forgot our totally fuckin’ bitchin’-ass bad-ass pussy getting name…for the fucking Neon Dragons?

DARREN DIAMOND: Yeah…

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude, what the fuck? We were going to get mad pussy with that name! We were going to get fuckin’ boy-band level pussy with that name. Fuck…

Savage paces around Darren who shrugs.

SAVAGE STEELE: Where the fuck was I when they called? Why didn’t you tell me they were calling for the team name?

DARREN DIAMOND: You were takin’ a shit in the back. Remember, you had that bad Del Taco.

SAVAGE STEELE: DUDE!

Savage Steele steps in close, as though he intends to whisper, but the microphones pick it up.

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude, there’s fuckin’ hot ass chicks here. They don’t need to hear about me getting the taco shits!

Darren addresses the crowd.

DARREN DIAMOND: Oh. Uhhh…I mean you were doing blow off a strippers tits. Totally!

Savage continues to “whisper” and Darren whispers with him.

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude, that’s even worse. There’s fuckin’ people here, dude. They know you’re full of shit!

DARREN DIAMOND: Dude, don’t worry, it’s being taped. They’ll edit it out. Nobody has to know you had the taco shits!

SAVAGE STEELE: But dude, what about the people here? They’ll remember.

DARREN DIAMOND: No they won’t, cause they’ll edit out the part where I told them, so then I never told them. Like Inception and shit!

SAVAGE STEELE: …yeah! Fuckin’ A!

The two of them high-five and address the crowd again. Seeming to not realize that their private conversation was broadcast to the whole arena, anyway.

DARREN DIAMOND: So you were taking a shi…uh, doing blow off a strippers tits…

SAVAGE STEELE: Totally doing blow off a stripper’s tits. They were like, out to here!

Sav holds his hands out from his chest as though he was holding basketballs.

DARREN DIAMOND: And I was drunk and playing Double Dragon Neon, and I fuckin’ forgot.

SAVAGE STEELE: Wait, so not only did you forget out bitchin name, you named us after Double Dragon.

Darren grimaces.

DARREN DIAMOND: Yeah…

SAVAGE STEELE: Dude…DUDE! That’s fuckin’ way better than “Pussy Liquor”. We’re fuckin’ named after Double Dragon. Those dudes were badass! They’d, like, beat up all those dudes with mowhaks and spikes and chains and shit.

DARREN DIAMOND: And baseball bats.

SAVAGE STEELE: And baseball bats!

DARREN DIAMOND: And those big fat guys and you had to get behind them and just beat the living shit out of them over and over until you threw them on that conveyor belt thing and they fell down and died!

SAVAGE STEELE: Yeah! Those dudes. The Neon Dragons are totally badass, dude!

DARREN DIAMOND: Fuck yeah! We’re totally badass dudes! And that brings me to why we fuckin’ came out here in the first fuckin place.

Darren walks over to the ropes that face up the ramp.

DARREN DIAMOND: It seems like the fuckin’ tag team division has been picking up around here. Shit’s going down week after week. And I don’t care how fuckin’ late we are to the dance; we’re here motherfuckers!

SAVAGE STEELE: We’re here and we’re queer!

Darren snaps a look at Savage, who looks just as surprised as he is.

SAVAGE STEELE: Wait…I got carried away.

Darren shakes his head and turns back to address the locker room.

DARREN DIAMOND: We’re here, we’re not queer and we’re lookin’ for some fuckin’ violence. Not only are we the bitchinest, most metal fuckin’ tag team with the best hair…

Both men shake their flowing locks to demonstrate.

DARREN DIAMOND: …but we’re gonna be one of the baddest. Don’t let our epic fashion sense and bitchin’ good looks fool you; we came up on the fuckin’ Sunset Strip.

SAVAGE STEELE: We come from the part of Los Angeles that they don’t show you on fuckin’ Real Housewives or 90210. So just because we’re pretty and just because we’re gonna fuck all your girlfriends, do not underestimate us. We don’t care who you are, we’ll take you on. You could be the biker dudes, you can be those two Dragonball wannabe’s, we don’t fuckin’ care. Sometimes we’re gonna kick ass, some days we’re gonna get our asses kicked.

DARREN DIAMOND: But we’re gonna keep comin’ back. The fuckin’ streets of Los Angeles couldn’t stop us. They couldn’t keep us down. They couldn’t scare us. What the fuck do any of you think you can do to us that we won’t get back from. We’ve tasted our own blood before, and we’ve patched ourselves up. So do your worst, Hard Knox Wrestling, cause you’re still gonna get our fuckin’ best shot.

“Party Like Tomorrow is the End of the World” picks up from the chorus again as Darren and Savage give their mics back to the ringside people and flip over the top ropes and to the floor. They walk up the ramp and out to the back.

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The camera shows Dhamien Thomas sitting in a makeshift office backstage. A disappointed scowl on his brow as Dhamien looked into the camera.

DHAMIEN THOMAS:It seems my impassioned speech last week had little effect, if any at all, on those in the HKW locker room. The only reward was watching Talia Valen berate that louse Joey Miles. I went back to my hotel that night thinking that I may have reached somebody, but the cruel reality hit the next day as not one…NOT ONE phone call. I was incensed to say the least. However, I was seeing my sister off to her flight back to New York, so I let it slide until she left. I returned to my office that evening to find my executive assistant doing some research, but before I could lay into her with my displeasure of how things were going…she presented me with the answer.

Dhamien proceeded to open up a drawer and produced a small stack of journals; five in all, and flopped them down on the desk.

DHAMIEN THOMASIn her pursuit of being the best employee, she happened upon these journals. Now, I am sure inquiring minds are wondering, just what is so special about these journals. Well, dregs, these journals were written by a great man. This man is by far one of the greatest minds to ever grace this industry, cut down before his time; he left me these journals as a record of his failures, successes, plans, and techniques. He wishes me to learn from them, mold them to my own way of thought…be superior to him in every way possible as to not repeat his errors. This is why I am prepared to make another offer this week to you lot in the locker room. Since ideals do not work, then perhaps…

Dhamien slid the stack of journals aside as he reached down and produced a briefcase to sit in its place. Dhamien proceeded to open the briefcase and turned its contents towards the camera to be viewed.

DHAMIEN THOMAS:…two million reasons will stir you to action. I have here two million dollars cash to the first person that takes me up on my offer. Now, do not think that because the first person being offered two million will stop the cash flow. The second person will receive a modest amount of one million, the third will receive five hundred thousand, and the fourth and fifth will receive two hundred and fifty thousand. As you can see, there is four million dollars on the table. Easy money. It can be yours for the taking. All you need do is but sign on the dotted line. I should have realized that now, such ideals are not valued, except by a select few on this roster. Today, unfortunately, the almighty dollar does all the talking, so, my friends, who will be the first to collect?

Dhamien closed the briefcase and placed it back on the floor before steepling his fingers together, staring intently into the camera.

DHAMIEN THOMAS:Once more, you can find me backstage after the show, my offices in New York or Philadelphia. The last thing on my agenda tonight is but a simple request: Tristain Moore. If you are alive out there in the world, I wish to speak with you of an urgent matter bequeathed upon me by my mentor. I believe you realize who that is if I am calling you out like this. My number is displayed on the screen below. Please, it is a most urgent matter. As for everyone in the back, it will be an honor doing business with you.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

"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. Before they can make their descent down the ramp, they are hit from behind by the Reaper's Hellhounds! Jinzai, who is hit from behind by Leifi, falls and rolls down the ramp. Michael just drops down onto the stage, but he grabs Michael and tosses him down towards the ramp, forcing him to sort of roll all the way down.

BRIAN MASON: Oh, come on now! The match hasn't even started!

ALEXA CORRA: Who cares?!

Once ringside, Leifi grabs Jinzai and tosses him into a nearby barricade back first, the audience continuing to boo both Leifi and Chopz. Chopz grabs Michael and irish whips him into the nearby steel post of the ring, Michael's skull bouncing off of it. Leifi grabs Jinzai and rolls him into the ring before sliding in himself and Chopz repeats the same action with Michael. Both men are down and it looks like Leifi is measuring up Jinzai for a spear, while Chopz seems ready to curb stomp Michael Alexander. This seems to be the case...until "Thank You" by MKTO begins to play!

RANDY THE GUY: Ah shit! This about to get good.

BRIAN MASON: Here comes Future Shock!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, they're trying to get crushed too?

Colton Sterling and Jaxon Queen explode out through the curtains, no titles with them, and begin running down the ramp. Both men are in their ring gear and have Future Shock tees on as they slide into the ring. Leifi misses a clothesline on Jaxon, who ducks it before he goes bouncing off of the ropes in front of him and catches a turning Leifi with a jaw rattling yakuza kick! Colton dodges Chopz's clothesline, but he doesn't run towards the ropes and instead waits for Chopz to turn around before he nails him in the side of the head with an enziguri! Chopz and Leifi roll out of the ring and head up the ramp as they hold their jaws and side of their heads.

BRIAN MASON: Hellhounds in retreat! Hellhounds in retreat!

Colton and Jaxon motion for the Reapers Hellhounds to enter the ring, but the Hellhounds just shake their head and back away as the scene slowly fades away to Colton and Jaxon checking on the Super Saiyans, who are slowly getting to their feet. Michael and Jinzai shove the tag team champions out of their way, looking displeased by their help, leaving FutureShock confused.

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Outside Budweiser Garden we see Felicity Banks already in her ring gear, with her Beats by Dre headphones pulled over her ears, and her “Queen B” sweatshirt on to block out the chilly Canadian air. She seems focused, resting her arm against the arena and simply staring off into space, doing a variety of breathing exercises. As time goes on, Felicity’s eyes squint as she sees someone walked toward the back entrance, pulling her headphones down from her ears.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m gonna guess they gave you a number to the battle royal then?

The camera pans around and shows HKW newcomer Talia Valen. She had on a long black trenchcoat, knee length boots, and black gloves. Taking her time, she pulls off the gloves, and folded them into her pocket. She gazed an eye at the exterior of the arena, as if studying it.

TALIA VALEN: Alas no, it seems I was a bit too late to the dance to warrant such an inclusion, Miss Banks. Perhaps I should pencil in Number 31 for… shits and giggles as they say? No, no… I am not… officially… in the match. But I must say, having seen your recent… exquisite rampage through a few select individuals on this roster, I’ll be watching the match and your performance quite intently.

She extended Felicity a smirk, with a hint of mischief in it. Felicity chuckles, but it isn’t much.

FELICITY BANKS: Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Gets on my nerves that groups like RIP go around doing the same exact thing I did, but nobody questions them. I do it? All hell breaks loose. Fact is, I didn’t need a big bad crew behind me to do what I did.

She peeks her head over her shoulder, then turns back to look at Talia.

FELICITY BANKS: And now I almost have a price on my head. Who knows if Tank’s gonna come back and catch me when I’m slippin’. Who knows if Zavy’s balls dropped and he’s actually gonna do something besides tweet threats. Pretty sure Brad Kane’s out to avenge his little buddy Craigy too.

A cocky smirk appears on Felicity’s face, no concern whatsoever.

FELICITY BANKS: And I don’t care. None of them are gonna do a goddamn thing because they know anything they can do, I can do better. I’ve proved this time and time again. People didn’t think I could wrestle… Won the tag titles and the RCW American champion before I had ten matches. Nobody thought I could handle PDW? Brought back the highest caliber talents PDW had to offer and single handedly boosted the ratings. And now, nobody thinks I can win this battle royal tonight. More importantly than that, nobody thinks I can beat Brad Kane at Destiny.

She pauses, the smirk turning into a slight scowl.

FELICITY BANKS: Sick of being doubted, Talia. I’m going to do everything in my power to erase all that doubt, and if I have to… More bodies will fall until they can’t doubt me anymore.

Talia tapped a finger to her lips, absorbing everything that Felicity was saying. Placing her hands behind her back she paced back and forth a couple of times before leaning up against the arena next to Felicity.

TALIA VALEN: If you keep that philosophy in mind…. there is nothing you cannot do. It is refreshing to find some driven individuals within this place. You are not out to make an outright mockery of what goes on within these hallowed halls, such those Neon Dragons or that… Boobplex Buffoon… Joseph Miles. And I would pay no mind to those fallen individuals you have rolled right over; should they show up you would surely give them more of the same, yes?

Talia brushed her hair back and rubbed her chin, surveying the city from her vantage point.

TALIA VALEN: Everyone has their own methods toward success and it is quite unfair that yours get questioned. Those that succeed are those that take advantage of opportunity. I for one have no doubt in your method…. liked a skilled surgeon you are eliminating disease from this company with a steady hand. I intend to also burn through these lesser individuals in due time. So tonight I will be a spectator, analyzing those that are lesser than me… and when my own opportunity gets presented… ha, I will surely capitalize upon it. Now I am not one to wish luck to anyone, because don’t really believe in it… I will say, tonight… just do what you do best, Miss Banks.

A methodical smirk appears on Felicity’s face.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s the plan… All part of the plan…

Taking notice to the cameras around, Felicity doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she nudges her head to the side, motioning towards the entrance.

FELICITY BANKS: Too many eyes around right now. Walk with me, talk with me..

Felicity turns around and holds open the entrance door, and Talia goes inside nodding, but not before shooting a rather smug look of disdain straight into the camera and waving her hand intended for the onlookers. They finally exit camera view as the two begin chatting away as the scene cuts away.

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The scene opens up backstage, near the parking lot area as Xavier Asher Daniels is shown entering the arena, limping heavily as he leans against the wall for support. His face is contorted into a grimace of pain as he tries to move forward, only to bang his knee hard against the wall, causing him to fall down to the ground, clutching it in agony.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Goddammit!

Daniels tries to get back to his feet, only for his knee to give out and buckle under him, sending him falling back down to the ground. Two men are seen running over and begin to pick up the injured Daniels.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Don’t worry we got you amigo.

Xavier looks back and sees former HKW World Champion and his father/manger Emilio and Luis Vialpando.

LUIS VIALPANDO: C’mon, you’re okay.

Daniels looks away slightly, somewhat embarrassed that he needed to be helped as he leans against the wall for support.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Thanks for the help.

He goes to take a step forward, only to gasp out in pain as he immediately reaches down and clutches his knee.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Dammit… I thought the brace would help.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Well shit bruh you ain’t had it on for that long . Think you gotta get used to it first ya know? It’s all up here though Xavier….

Emilio points up to his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: All that pain is just mental bruh. You just gotta not think about it as if there ain’t even nothing wrong with it. I remember back in high school we was playing in this game and I damn near broke my damn wrist, but it was just a really bad sprain. I wanted to give up but my coach and my teammates made me think otherwise. After I just put that pain to the back of my head….I was good and we went on to win that game with me scoring the most points and everything. It’s all mental bruh.

Daniels grimaces slightly, still trying to steady himself on the wall as he gingerly moves his injured leg back.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I get what you’re saying, Emilio. I really do, but it’s hard trying to tell myself that every single time that pain shoots up my entire leg everytime that I take a step, when I go in to rehab it and it nearly buckles after the first 5 minutes in, and even when I just stand up for long periods of time.

Pushing himself off of the wall slightly, he gives a shaky sigh as he tries to ignore the ache in his knee.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I shouldn’t even be walking right now, according to the doctors. I should be at home, resting up or whatever for the next 5 months. But I can’t do that. I WON’T do that. I’ve gotta compete here tonight, even if it kills me.

Luis shakes his head looking over to his son.

LUIS VIALPANDO: And what my son forgot to mention was that during that particular time he had adrenaline running through his veins.

He looks back over to Xavier crossing his arms.

LUIS VIALPANDO: It takes more time for these type of things to heal. Felicity and Perello really did a number on you and that leg.

He shakes his head.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Gotta admire your strength though. That’s something that will help you in the long run. Having that kind of heart and strength.

Daniels blushes at the compliment and looks away.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Yeah… but can it help me now? I’m going into this match injured, and that means I’ve got a giant bullseye on my left leg.

He sighs in frustration and runs a hand through his hair

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I /need/ to be able to do this. I need to shut her up… I need to shut all of them up and show that I do belong here, and that I deserve this as much as anybody else in the locker room.

Emilio pats Xavier on the shoulder.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You was just gonna have a bullseye on your back even if you didn’t have a bum leg bruh. Everyone in that match has a bullseye on they back. All of you are fighting for the biggest championship belt this company has to offer. I held that shit bruh, I know what it takes to win it and how much it means to actually win it. Whether you like it or not everyone that match has something to prove, it just depends on who wants it the most. You gonna have to walk in there and show them how much you want it amigo. Win or lose….Show them how much it means it you. Don’t let some injury hold you back.

Emilio points to Xavier’s heart.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You got a big enough heart that won’t let you do that.

Daniels smiles at hearing that, before he pushed himself off of the wall completely and managed to stand upright and put some weight on his leg.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Thanks, Emilio. I needed to hear that.

Wincing slightly, he looks between both father and son with respect as he takes a step forward.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’ve gotta show all of them that I want it more than anyone else here. And I plan on doing just that.

With that said, he limps off past the two, giving both men a nod of respect as he limps towards the direction of the General Manager’s office as the camera shifts.
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The scene opens up with Lyle Risky walking down a hallway checking a few things out. He nods pleased with what’s going on. As he turns a corner to head back to his office his shoulder runs into one half of the Super Saiyans, Jinzai. Lyle looks at his shoulder and over to Jin.

LYLE RISKY: And just what in the hell you in a fuckin’ rush for bruh?!

Jinzai looked pissed as he clutched his midsection, looking around wildly as he answers Risky

JINZAI: The FUCK are they!?! Those Assclowns think they can attack me!?! ME!?! They must not know the crazy bastard they’re trying to fuck with!!!

After seeing that The Reapers Hellhounds are nowhere in sight, Jinzai lets out a yell of frustration, before storming over to a nearby table and flipping it over. Lyle giggles a little and rubs his chin.

LYLE RISKY: Ayo Jin...You good my dude? It’s really not even that serious bruh. Futureshock had y’all back, what’s the problem?! Them boys handed you and Michael y’all ass and you over here searching for them after you needed a whole other team to save the both of you? C’mon bruh you ain’t thinkin’ straight.

Lyle walks over to Jin.

LYLE RISKY: Now just chill bruh. Where Kanna when you need to her give you some suki suki and calm yo ass down?!

Jin scowls at Riskey.

JINZAI: Ooooh, no. I’m not letting this shit slide, yo. That’s TWICE! TWO TIMES THIS SHIT HAS HAPPENED! Damn being saved, the first time they came out and ruined our Tag Team Title Match!

As he was speaking, Jinzai ran both of his hands through his hair in frustration about the situation.

JINZAI: This time they didn’t even have the balls to wrestle man to man! They wanna try to fuck with me, they better learn real quick that this Asian ain’t the one!

Lyle can’t help but laugh.

LYLE RISKY: Damn Jin. Aye look bruh. How bout I do something to ensure you and Mike can get your hand on them Reapah Hellys Dawgs? What do you say?

Jin looks at Lyle curiously, breathing heavily as he tries to force himself to calm down.

JINZAI: I’m listening, yo.

Lyle smirks.

LYLE RISKY: I’ma set some shit up bruh. I ain’t gonna give you the details but uh….Just be on the lookout aight? Now, look just go back to yo room. Let Mike know ya boy Riskodamous gots it covered. And give Kanna a nice slap on the ass for good luck.

Lyle nods and turns heading for his office with a smirk on his face as the scene fades away.

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Backstage, we catch up with one half of the HKW Co-General Managers, Cindy Parker. With her phone pressed to her ear, and her legs kicked up onto her desk, it seems Cindy’s frustrated and ticked off at whoever she’s talking to.

CINDY PARKER: Zero, this is four shows now. Four shows where I’ve basically had to do everything myself! I understand that you’re stressed out, but if I remember correctly you asked me to help you, not DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!

She hangs up the phone and slides it across her desk, covering her eyes with her forearm.

CINDY PARKER: GROOOOOOOAAAAAR!

That was a growl, or as close as Miss Parker can get to one.

CINDY PARKER: Okay, Cyn. You can do this. You’ve done this before. Just… run the show like you ran Rampage and everything will be just fine.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. The noise makes Cindy pop out of her chair as she fixes her wardrobe before answering.

CINDY PARKER: Come in!

The door opens and one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions, Colton Sterling, enters the room, his tag team partner and fellow champion, Jaxon Queen, not far behind.

COLTON STERLING: Did we catch you at a bad time, Miss Parker?

Cindy slides her hand down her face, removing the slight scowl and turning it into a bright smile.

CINDY PARKER: No sirry bob, you did not. As a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you boys about something. Well, actually tell you guys something, but that can wait for now. I take it you guys wanted to ask me something too? So, um… You go first!

Cindy sits back down in her chair, grabbing the rubik's cube off her desk and spinning it around in her hand. Jaxon looks over at Colton, who nods, before turning back to Cindy.

JAXON QUEEN: We just came by to say that we’re getting sick and tired of these Reaper’s Hellhounds. We’re also getting tired of being called fluke champions. So, we want you to put us in a match with them.

COLTON STERLING: And put the tag titles on the line so they have no reason to complain when they fail again…

Cindy pops out of her chair, and flings the rubik’s cube in the air, clapping her hands as the rubik’s cube comes down and nearly clocks her in the head.

CINDY PARKER: Whoa! That was a close call!

She looks down at the cube and gives it a kick.

CINDY PARKER: Stupid thing. But annnnnnyyywaaaays, I’m so glad that you guys told me that! Because that actually has a little…

She pauses, squinting her eyes.

CINDY PARKER: Well, it has a lot to do with what I wanted to talk to you guys about. I’m already one step ahead of you, look it!

She pulls out a contract out of one of the folders on her desk and slides it across.

CINDY PARKER: This baby right here is the contract for the HKW World Tag Team Championship match at Destiny. Now, I know how badly you guys want the Hellhounds, and you are going to get them… But! You’re not the only tag team on the roster that has a gripe with them, and I think you guys know that. Soooo…

She looks at the contract and points at the names at the top.

CINDY PARKER: Instead of making it just FutureShock against the Reapers Hellhounds, I decided to add a little extra dynamic into this match in the form of the Super Saiyans!

The crowd is heard cheering at the news as Cindy continues to look down at the contract.

CINDY PARKER: As far as the match type goes… Well, you guys are the champions and I always felt the champions should have a champions advantage. So, I’m going to let you two guys decide on what kind of match it’s going to be. Sound good?

She grabs a pen off her desk and rolls it across toward the HKW Tag Team Champions. Colton grabs the pen and looks down at the contract before looking over at Jaxon. He clears his throat when he turns back to look at the co-GM.

COLTON STERLING: So, we get the Reaper’s Hellhounds AND the Super Saiyans? Well, that’s absolutely fine with us. We’re not too shy about defending these bad boys right here and giving us two teams that have been on our heels this entire time is PERFECT.

JAXON QUEEN: What we did tonight is nothing. I’m so pissed off, I might end up giving you your first fatality here in HKW.

Colton looks over at Jaxon and mouths at him to calm down before turning back to Cindy.

COLTON STERLING: The way we see it, its four birds, one stone for us. As for the match type...

Colton looks down at the contract and fills in the space where the matchy type is supposed to be written in before giving Cindy a small smile.

COLTON STERLING: I like the concept of a falls count anywhere elimination match, don’t you, Jaxon?

Jaxon just nods his head while Colton begins writing down his signature before handing it over to his tag team partner, who does the same. Jaxon places the contract down on the desk and gives Cindy a smile before turning around and walking out. Colton nods his head at Cindy,

COLTON STERLING: I’ll see you after I’m done winning the Rumble 2 Destiny and the HKW World Heavyweight championship tonight.

Colton gives her somewhat of a salute before making his way out of the office as well, leaving Cindy there.

CINDY PARKER: The confidence is growing in both of those guys. Good stuff.

Cindy bends down and picks up the rubik’s cube from earlier and twists it around as the scene comes to a close.

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Backstage, the scene opens with Joey Perello walking down the hallways of Budweiser Gardens, heading back toward his locker room area. With a bottle of water in one hand and his No Limits Championship in the other, Perello pushes the door open to his locker room, seeing Onyx swinging at the air, getting ready for their match. He doesn’t say anything, and instead smirks before walking over to his gym bag and pulling out a roll of black tape. Perello drops the championship onto the floor and kicks it underneath the chair, while gently placing the water bottle inside his locker.

JOEY PERELLO: H2O is more valuable than that… title.

Onyx lets out a small chuckle of amusement, glancing over her shoulder at Joey as he scowls and begins to wrap up his hands with tape. He then turns around to see her still swinging at the air.

JOEY PERELLO: That air is taking a beating, Onyx. I think you’ve done enough damage to it.

Freezing in place, Onyx slowly lowers her hands sort of embarrassed before turning and facing Joey. Giving him an innocent smile, she begins to walk up to him with her hands behind her back.

ONYX: Sorry, just nervous is all.

Leaning up against the lockers, it was obvious something was on her mind as she moved her hands to the front of her, and began to fiddle with her hands.

ONYX: ...You believe in the common courtesy of letting ladies go first, correct?

Perello squints his eyes as he finishes wrapping up his right hand and wrist before biting the tape loose. He tosses the tape back into the locker and grabs his bottle of water, realizing this was probably a trick question.

JOEY PERELLO: … I think I’ve heard it before. Maybe once or twice. Why?

ONYX: If it’s alright with you. I would like to start off our match, Joey.

Perello tosses his hands over his face and rubs his eyes, letting out a small grunt.

JOEY PERELLO: And I thought I came up with a great plan, beating the hell out of them two and then tagging you in when they were good and ready.

Perello brings his hands from his face and runs his hand through his hair.

JOEY PERELLO: Fine… That’s fine, but if they pull one slick move I’m walking across the ring and doing… Something. I have no idea what it is yet, but if they live up to their name and play “diirty” then so will I.

Perello bends down and picks his championship up from the ground, and drapes it around Onyx’s shoulder.

JOEY PERELLO: Looks better on you anyway.

Sighing, Onyx tilts her head at Joey before removing the the title off her shoulder and returning it onto his. Smiling at him, she taps the No Limits plate with the palm of her hand.

ONYX: But you deserve it….

Onyx goes to walk away but then stops, and turns to him.

ONYX: And when it comes to The Dirty South, I think it’s best to remember that they are all bark and no bite… or all lick and no bite? Either way, The only time they play dirty is when the people they are going after have their back’s turned. Unfortunately for them, the only way they will see our backs is from the flats of their own.

JOEY PERELLO: Well, they did take Katia out… At least there’s something more to fight for other than just the win. Pigs deserve a taste of their own medicine.

He pauses, thinking over his sentence.

JOEY PERELLO: Former NYPD using the term pigs? Doesn’t seem right.

ONYX: Just like it didn’t seem right to me when I suggested that I be the one to break one of their faces?

Perello laughs and shakes his head, taking a sip out of his bottle of water.

JOEY PERELLO: Seems accurate. You ready to do this? I would like to make light work out of these two. I know Emilio’s going to be waiting for me later on. Kept him waiting long enough, I think.

ONYX: … Yeah. Let’s go.

The scene begins to fade as Joey opens the door for Onyx, and the two head off to their match fully prepared to take the pigs to the butcher.

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Inside his office, Brandon Banks is shown looking at new contracts on his desk. As he reads them over, the door to his office a smidge, but Banks is completely oblivious to it.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, bruh. So many freakin’ people wanna sign with HKW. This shit is growin’ waaaay to fast. Went from developmental, to Indy, and we get mainstream media attention. Shits crazy. I ain’t ever expected HKW to do this well.

Banks reads the last page on the contract and signs off on it.

BRANDON BANKS: Always got room on the roster for some pretty ladies.

Banks slides the contract across his desk and pulls out his iPhone from his sweats pocket.

BRANDON BANKS: Gotta go make sure Fel’s ready for her match, bruh.

Banks stands up from his desk, and when he looks up, there’s Jesse Lewis standing directly in front of his desk.

BRANDON BANKS: DAMN! Scared the piss out me, Z. How long you been standin’ there for?

JESSE LEWIS: Long enough.

Jesse then starts to walk towards the desk. He looks down to the ground.

JESSE LEWIS: I suppose you’re wondering why I am here.

Banks tries to read Jesse’s facial expression and body movement, but… It was almost like there was nothing there.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, not really. I mean, you are the head trainer here afterall. Annnd, I know you and your brother got your issues right now, so why wouldn’t you be here?

Fighting against his own family member is something Brandon never wanted to go through, and seeing Jesse like this reassured that fact.

BRANDON BANKS: I’m more or less wondering if you’re alright, honestly. I ain’t ever been through what you’re goin’ through, but shit man. You know I’ve been through hell this year too. I mean, I lost my wife…. Lost my job in PDW… Damn near lost my career… Lost my cousin…

Banks pauses, breathing out a sigh.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn near feels like HKW is all I got left sometimes.

Instead of continuing to vent, Banks waves off his comments and sits back down in his seat.

BRANDON BANKS: But I got a feeling there’s something on your mind, Z. So lemme hear it. What’s good?

Jesse looked back up at Brandon. He knew Brandon had his tribulations as well. With the loss of his cousin, Ronnie. With the hardships with Dayshia and PDW. He understood. But Jesse just felt inside that all Brandon felt was what almost a normal man would go through. However, he knew things about Brandon’s darkside than most people did not. So like said, he understood.

JESSE LEWIS: I’m not exactly in the mood to be talking a lot, but there is something you need to know. I don’t know what’s going to happen on July 6th. But I want you to know that whatever happens. You’ve been a good friend. It’s a long time from here. But…

Jesse then walks over to the window, and stares out of it.

JESSE LEWIS: I’m not sure how long I’m going to be staying around here in the backstage. I’ve been gradually falling back into the dark past of mine, and it’s consuming my life. However, I’m not targeting everyone as I used to. I’m just targeting my foolish clown of a brother, Zakk. I’ve got an idea of what he’s planning, and I have a plan as well.

He looks over at Brandon.

JESSE LEWIS: I don’t plan on beating your wrestler, Brandon. I plan on murdering him.

Brandon’s eyes widen just as Jesse finished his sentence. Jesse then looks back out the window, listening to him.

BRANDON BANKS: … Can’t really say I blame you. Can’t even say that I’m surprised. As a matter of fact… I don’t think neither you or him would have it any other way. One problem… I don’t want either of y’all goin’ to jail. I know that’s prolly the least of your concerns, but shit man. Jail ain’t fun at all.

Rubbing his chin, Banks wiggles his chair from side to side, trying to think of something that would assure him that neither Jesse, Zakk, and HKW wouldn’t get in trouble for what happens between the Lewis brothers at Destiny.

BRANDON BANKS: … Non-sanctioned. This match, and or fight has to be non-sanctioned. No rules, no nothing. Anything goes, and this way… Nothing happens when it’s all said and done. Quite honestly, I have no fuckin’ idea what either of you two are planning. Hell, I had no idea Zakk’s balls even dropped.

Banks looks for a smirk on Lewis’ face, but nothing.

BRANDON BANKS: Non-sanctioned means anything goes, and nothing that transpires during that match will be held against you, Zakk, or HKW. You know I gotta protect my brand, Z. And I’m also tryin’ to protect you and Zakk with this even if that’s not what either if you want. Y’all wanna kill each other? Go ahead. I’m not gonna stop either one of y’all. But remember, Jesse… We got work to do after you take care of this… Problem. We got a bigger problem, and I think you know what I’m talkin’ bout.

Banks looks up, a small smirk on his face.

BRANDON BANKS: You done had a close call with that heart attack, Z. It ain’t your time to go. Not yet, at least.

Digesting everything that Brandon had said. He was right; Jesse had no concern of going to jail. Jesse’s life was coming to an end anyways, and perhaps death or jail would be the right thing to end it. Jesse even believed maybe jail would benefit as it would keep Jesse from harming anyone else. He was evil, yes. But he cared now. He wasn’t young and naive like he was before. He still cared. Flashbacks of helping Drew Thornton, Christian Carpentier, Michael Alexander, Emilio Vialpondo, Glen Jakobs, Craig Jacobs, Salem Cartier, Luke Wisia, Jinzai, Kanna Haroshi. He helped craft their spirit, and he wanted nothing more than to see them succeed.

Listening to the ‘bigger problem’. Jesse clinched his fist in anger at that statement. Jesse felt what he thought was more important. Ridding Zakk Lewis of this world was more important. But Jesse knew what Brandon meant.

He looked over at Brandon and smirked evilly.

JESSE LEWIS: Once Zakk is dealt with. We will move on to them.

Jesse then went back to a blank expression.

JESSE LEWIS: And even if my time isn’t at Destiny. It will be soon. But what I leave on this Earth, I hope is beneficial for everyone. Zakk and the ‘bigger problem’ you speak of will be taken care of. It won’t be a problem anymore. And if I die doing this. So be it.

He walked over to Brandon’s desk.

JESSE LEWIS: A warrior knows no mercy, Brandon. That goes for a professional wrestler. Our trial and tribulations will consume our lives, but it is us to get over them. And this ‘bigger problem’ who thinks they are the machine of wrestling, will finally experience fear.

Jesse walks out of Banks’ office, leaving Banks behind. Banks watches him as he exits his office, and then quickly turns back to his phone. He thinks over everything Jesse just had, trying to imagine how it would be if he and Felicity were at odds like this, remembering how irate she was with him after Brandon pulled her away from so many HKW World Championship opportunities.

BRANDON BANKS: … Can’t let that shit happen.

Banks frantically taps his phone screen, dialing his sisters number waiting patiently for her to answer.

BRANDON BANKS: Ayo… I gotta talk to you right quick.

Banks gets up and walks toward his office door.

BRANDON BANKS: Just stay put. I’m comin’ to yo locker room.

He hangs up his phone and exits his office as the scene cuts away.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and the gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match set for one fall!

Jacki Boyz "Like A Wrestler" hits the sound system as Veronica and London make their way onto the entrance ramp to major heat from the crowd. They give the crowd a simple hair flip before strutting down the ramp, ignoring the loud London, Ontario audience.

BRIAN MASON: Veronica and London look to be all business here tonight, folks. They have stated their claim to the tag team championship, and win over the No Limits Champion in any form could be beneficial.

ALEXA CORRA: You know? I'm starting to like these girls. They got spunk. Took out Primitive Unrated, and since then they've showed quite the mean streak. I could see myself becoming a major fan of these chicks.

RANDY THE PILOT: Sounds like you already are.

The duo enter the ring and stare down Sadie Sanderson McLean as they make their way to their corner.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, from Houston, TX & Atlanta, GA, Veronica Rae and London London, The Diirtyy South!!

Veronica and London taunt the crowd, taking their jeers with smiles on their faces. Their music begins to slowly fade away as the ladies to discuss some match strategy, waiting for their opponents.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the enginesmoanin'. Out as one old song.
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before.


The opening lyrics of "Turn the Page" by Metallica hits the PA system as the visual's of Joey Perello and Onyx Payne play on the Knoxotron. The duo soon walks out of the curtain and stand atop the ramp, Perello holding the No Limits Championship in his right hand, and Onyx standing right to his side. Perello glances at Onyx and nods his head as the two begin a slow pace down the ramp, both of their eyes glued on their opponents.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like riding
You just wish the trip was through


Midway down the ramp, both Perello and Onyx stop their pace, eyes still locked on their opponents. Perello reaches over and raises Onyx's hand high in the air, letting her soak in the cheers from the crowd.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents... From Brooklyn, New York. The HKW No Limits champion JOEEEEY PEREEELLLOOOO. And his partner, ONYXXXXX PAYNEEEE!

Shortly after he raises the No Limits Championship in the air, the cheers turning to jeers bringing a smirk to Perello's face. He looks at Onyx and shrugs his shoulders before the pick back up their pace toward the ring.

Here I am,On the road again
There I am, Up on the stage
There I go, Playin' star again
There I go, Turn the page


Perello slides underneath the bottom rope and pops to his feet, holding the bottom two ropes open to make it easier for Onyx to get in the ring. The duo lock their eyes on the Dirty South, Perello handing the championship the referee and whispering some advice in Onyx's ear.

BRIAN MASON: It'll be interesting to see if Perello keeps his word and lets Onyx start this thing.

ALEXA CORRA: He's done it every other time. Why would he stop now? Oh, nevermind. You guys think RIP is pure evil.

RANDY THE PILOT: Man, this is different. Perello's been through some shit, bruh. I could imagine this is tough for him.

ALEXA CORRA: Guys cold blooded. He'll be fine.

BRIAN MASON: One would assume the former HKW Champion, Emilio Vialpando, is watching this match intently. We're still waiting on an answer from Perello.

ALEXA CORRA: He's making Emilio sweat it out, and that's gonna cost him later tonight. You'll see.

Perello takes a look at London who seems to be starting the match for her team. Perello whispers one more thing in Onyx's ear as his theme begins to die down, and he exits the ring.

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Onyx and London start the match, London meeting Onyx with a kick to the midsection. She follows it up with a headlock until Onyx pushes London away and takes her opponent down with a Lou Thesz press. Onyx pounds down at London's face with stiff right hands before pulling her up by her head, and blasting her with European uppercut. Onyx grabs a hold of London's arm and whips her into one of the free corners, charging in and hitting a big shoulder thrust. London falls to her rear as Onyx bounces off the ropes and nearly takes London's face off with a running facewash. Onyx pulls London away from the corner by the leg and goes for the quick cover.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Onyx gets a two count, but London forcefully kicks out. Onyx wraps her arm around London's throat, looking for a sleeper but London elbows herself free, clocking Onyx with the point of her elbow into her nose. This staggers Onyx back, letting London get to her feet and hit a hair pull bulldog on Onyx. London makes the tag to Veronica who perches up to the top rope and bashes Onyx with a double axe handle smash.

BRIAN MASON: Onyx was doing well, but it's the Dirty South with the advantage now.

ALEXA CORRA: Surprised Onyx's nose didn't break after that elbow. Do it again!

BRIAN MASON: You're heartless, Alexa.

Veronica lifts Onyx to her feet as Perello begins pacing on the apron. Veronica looks over at Perello and blows him a kiss, which causes Onyx to blast her opponent with a big forearm, followed by a forward Russian leg sweep! Perello reaches his arm out as Onyx makes the tag to the No Limits champion. Perello waits for Veronica to get up, and once she does, he shoots in, lifts her up, and slams her down with a big spinebuster. He runs over to London and elbows her off the apron before turning his attention back to Veronica. When she gets to her feet, Perello charges in and blasts her with a big knee, and follows it with a T-Bone Suplex!

Perello gets back to his feet and raises his one arm in the air, taking in the cheers and jeers from the crowd. He smirks before grabbing Veronica by the hair and lifting to her feet. Before Perello could do anything, Veronica digs her nails into Perello's face and rakes his eyes, causing him to let her. Veronica bounces of the ropes and takes Perello down with a beautiful headscissors. She gets back to her feet and makes the tag to her partner, London.

ALEXA CORRA: Good team work by the Dirty South here tonight. Gotta say, I'm pressed with them.

BRIAN MASON: This is why HKW's tag team division is one of the best around. Every team is a legitimate threat, even a new team like Perello and Onyx... If that's the way they go.

London climbs to the top rope and waits for Perello to get to his feet. Once he's up, London soars off and connects with a missile dropkick! She makes the cover on the No Limits champion...

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Perello kicks out exactly at two, bending forward after the kickout. London runs off the ropes and hits Perello with a low dropkick to the back of the head, stopping Perello from getting up any further. London taunts Onyx, limping around the ring and mocking Katia Torres in front of her friend. Without London noticing, Perello rises to his feet and turns London inside out with a clothesline! He tags in Onyx, urging her to climb to the top rope. Onyx nods her head, but looks hesitant at first. Perello executes a backbreaker on London and holds her in position as Onyx gets to the top, catches her balance, and flies off the top rope, connecting with a knee to the face! Perello exits the ring and Onyx crawls into the cover...

ONE!


TWO!


THR---!


No! Veronica breaks up the pin, dropping an elbow on Onyx. Perello immediately tries to enter the ring, but the referee stops him. With the referee tending to Perello, the Dirty South begin stomping away onto a downed Onyx until Perello pushes the referee out of the way and spears down Veronica Rae! The two roll out of the ring while London continues stomping down on Onyx. She lifts Onyx to her feet and hits her patent "Southern Hospitality" Push-Up Facebuster!

RANDY THE PILOT: Southern Hospitality! This one's over!

London moves forward and makes the cover...

ONE!


TWO!


THR---!


NO! Onyx kicks out at the last possible moment as London looks at the referee with her jaw nearly touching the mat. Perello tosses Veronica head first into protective barricade on the outside, and then follows it up by lifting her to her feet, and tossing her into the crowd! He turns around and sees Onyx getting pulled up to her feet by London, quickly hopping to the apron and cheering his girlfriend on. London calls for "Straight from the Philippines" Spike Tornado DDT, but Onyx shoves London away and connects with a jumping sleeper slam! Onyx crawls to her corner, Perello reaching his arm out to make the tag!

Immediately, he hops back outside the ring and makes his way toward Veronica. He pulls her over the barricade and sends her head first into the steel steps!

RANDY THE PILOT: That had to hurt.

Perello slides back into the ring and patiently waits for London to get to her feet. When she gets up, he charges in and hits a picture perfect running cutter! London looks out cold as Perello stares down at her lifeless body, then turns his head to see Onyx back on the apron. Perello walks over and tags Onyx in with a smirk on his face. Onyx charges into the ring, flips London onto her gut... Onyxerated! Onyx hits her patent Inverted Indian Deathlock Surfboard Curb Stomp! Perello hops outside the ring to make sure Veronica can't break up another pinfall as Onyx crawls into the cover...

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winners of this match... The team of ONYX PAYNE AND JOEY PERELLO!

"Rebel Son" by CFO$ hits the sound speakers as the referee raises Onyx's arm in victory. Perello slides back into the ring and embraces Onyx with a huge before lifting her arm up in the air himself, the duo celebrating their victory. The referee hands Perello his No Limits championship, but Perello pays no mind to it, giving Onyx another hug as the two continue celebrating their victory.

WINNER (via pinfall): Onyx Payne & Joey Perello (14:13)

As Joey and Onyx make their way up the ramp, the cameras panned up to reveal Darren Diamond and Savage Steel standing there, microphones in hand. They wave to Onyx, whom they were spotted cheerleading for last week. Joey Perello gives them a stern look, until Onyx whispers something in his ear, presumably to assure him that the Neon Dragons are quite harmless.

ALEXA CORRA: Joey Perello doesn’t look too happy. This is the second time he’s seen them eyeballing his woman.

BRIAN MASON: They tried to get her to flash them last week.

ALEXA CORRA: They tried to get me to flash them last week.

RANDY THE PILOT: Really, getting mad at the Neon Dragons for trying to get a woman to show them her boobs is like getting mad at an ape for throwing feces; this is simply how the beast communicates.

Onyx manages to steer Joey Perello away from The Neon Dragons, who seem to be much more interested in the Dirty South, still in the ring.

DARREN DIAMOND: Wow, look at those two. Really guys, top notch fuckin’ effort out of you.

SAVAGE STEELE: Weren’t these two trying to scare us on Twitter?

DARREN DIAMOND: They were.

SAVAGE STEELE: And look at you. Sitting in that ring all caught in the headlights.

DARREN DIAMOND: Dude, their headlights aren’t very impressive. It looks like a meeting of the itty bitty titty club down there.

SAVAGE STEELE: No, dude, like, you know how like, they say people get caught in headlights?

DARREN DIAMOND: Who gets caught in headlights? Like in Star Wars?

SAVAGE STEELE: No, dude, that’s a tractor beam.

DARREN DIAMOND: So you can catch people in your headlights if you’re driving a tractor?

SAVAGE STEELE: No, dude, the tractor beam on a space ship.

DARREN DIAMOND: Who the fuck beams a tractor onto a space ship?

SAVAGE STEELE: You can’t…they don’t even have beaming in Star Wars; that’s Star Trek, dumbass.

DARREN DIAMOND: Oh, yeah, they totally have tractors in Star Trek, cause Captain Curt is from Iowa.

SAVAGE STEELE: Exactly, dude!

Darren and Savage exchange high fives, before looking down the ring and remembering that they did, in fact, come out here for something.

DARREN DIAMOND: Oh, yeah, sorry ladies. We got distracted. Uh…you know, on Twitter, you told us that if we wanted to enjoy our time here, to stay far away from you. Like we were supposed to be scared of you or some shit. You know, nobody ever accused us of making the best decisions.

SAVAGE STEELE: Shit, if you want to look down our history, all the way back to Junior High where the two of us met, you can bet that if the smart thing is over on one side, and the cool thing is on the other, we’re always doing the cool thing.

DARREN DIAMOND: And everyone who watches HKW knows that the tag division is just about the baddest thing it’s got going. We didn’t fuckin’ come here to watch everyone else get into it and sit in the back hoping to get noticed like the fuckin’ ugly girls at the fuckin’ party. So when someone threatens us, what the fuck do we usually do, Sav?

SAVAGE STEELE: We fuckin’ tell them to bring it. So you know what? You think we’re scared of the Dirty South?

DARREN DIAMOND: Not even, dude.

SAVAGE STEELE: We plan to have a good fuckin’ time in HKW, and we don’t plan to run away from no one. Not you, not anyone.

DARREN DIAMOND: Exactly. We’re going right to the tag team titles, and fuck it, we gotta start somewhere. Might as well be with you.

SAVAGE STEELE: So tell you what, why don’t you come to iGNITE and see how we handle business with Sterling James and Talia Valen, and you decide if you want any part of us.

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The scene opens in the hallway with Reapers President Lance Winters and Man Of Mayhem Luke Wisia walking down the hall. Lance pulls out his cell phone and looks at the wallpaper with a smile on his face, he even blushes a little.

LANCE WINTERS: Such a beauty! Look! Look!

Lance turns the phone over to Luke and in the angle, the phone can be seen with a wallpaper with Lance and Ava in it together, a bit altered to where it seems the two are kissing.

LANCE WINTERS: Isn’t she pretty?!

He takes the phone back and looks at it once again before letting out a sigh of joy.

LANCE WINTERS: She might be the Luke. I….I CAN JUST FUCKING FEEL IT!

Luke arches a brow and takes a long hard look at the picture before taking a look up at Lance.

LUKE WISIA: Hope it all works out for you, boss. Just remember… She has to pass the door test to be the one.

Somewhat paranoid, Luke turns his head over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a grunt before continuing his pace.

LUKE WISIA: Wish it were Destiny already. I’m ready to beat the hell out of Kai for what he did to me.

Luke touches his nose, crooked from when Kai broke it.

LUKE WISIA: Just can’t wait any longer… And when he’s out of equation, Ava’s all yours.

Lance begins to chuckle and pats the young Reaper on the back of his neck.

LANCE WINTERS: NOW NOW! You gotta be patient for these type of things my boy! Kai will surely get his ass handed to him soon enough, I believe that. He’s no fucking match for you! NO ON IN THIS FUCKING COMPANY IS A MATCH FOR THE REAPERS! But if he just so happen wants to get the living shit beat out of him sooner than Destiny, who in the fuck are we to deny him that pleasure? I like to think that we are generous men when it comes to handing a pleasant yet sweet ass whooping. It’s like...It’s like we’re doing society’s good ol ass whooping in paradise work. We’re doing this world a great service Luke. Putting these bitches in line and backing them the fuck up when they try to cross that line. It’s the order of things...AND WE SET THAT FUCKING ORDER!

Suddenly, a soft, almost sinister chuckle is heard, seemingly coming from all around them as a voice speaks out, almost tauntingly.

???: Then you’re doing a horrible job at it, Winters.

Despite the voice echoing off of the walls, the emotionless monotone gave the owner of the voice away very easily: It was Kai. Just as the two began looking around for him, the man slowly steps out of the shadows to Luke’s left, his arms crossed over his chest and his trench coat covering most of his body as he stared at the two men blankly. Kai’s eyes flicker towards Luke’s nose, almost as if trying to assess the damage he had done to it, before turning his attention to Winters.

KAI: Then again, it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, should it?

He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as his eyes darted back and forth between Lance and Luke carefully. Lance cracks a smile.

LANCE WINTERS: KAI BEAR! THERE YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!

Lance walks over and drapes his arm over Kai.

LANCE WINTERS: We’ve been looking all around for you bbbbuuuuddddyyy! How you been? Good? How’s the make up coming?

Lance wipes his finger on Kai’s cheek getting some of the face paint on his finger. He smirks and smeers some on his nose.

LANCE WINTERS: WE’RE TWINKIES NOOWWWWWW! Ain’t that cute. Luke! Take a picture!

Unlike Lance, Luke doesn’t seem too thrilled by Kai’s appearance. He clenches his fists and looks like he’s about ready to attack but is quickly stopped by Lance.

LUKE WISIA: Do you see what you did, huh?! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID?!

Luke tries lunging forward once again but is stopped by the President of the Reapers.

LUKE WISIA: Lets just end him right now, Lance. Come on. Lets just do it. He has no one to save him.

LANCE WINTERS: Calm down Luke! Kai is a pal! One of the boys! Ain’t that right, Kai? You just one of the many fucks whose giving Ava a good fuck...What a good little bitch she is. Have you seen our first couples picture?!

Lance takes out the phone and shows Kai the wallpaper.

LANCE WINTERS: AIN’T WE SO FREAKING CCAAAUUUTTE?!

Lance moves his head to the side and sees Luke not happy with the sight of Kai. He slowly puts away his phone looks over to Kai. He begins to whisper into Kai’s ear.

LANCE WINTERS: You must of really pissed him off.

Kai’s lips curl into a sneer of disgust, both from having Winters this close to him as well as the photo that he was shown. Turning to where he was looking Luke right in the eyes, he smirked slightly, knowing that the action would not sit well with the younger wrestler.

KAI: Considering where I aimed, as well as his uncanny ability to walk away from a match, he’s very fortunate that a broken nose is all he recieved from me.

Moving away from Winters, his eyes never leave Luke’s as he continues speaking as he takes a step towards him, being careful to stay out of reach.

KAI: Perhaps your next pupil will be a little more durable, Winters. This one obviously needs far more work.

Lance looks over to Luke and shrugs his shoulders.

LANCE WINTERS: Luke is pretty damn durable. He can sure beat your ass though. I don’t have to remind you about that, do I Kai Bear? But hey! LETS NOT FOCUS ON THE NEGATIVE! Me and you Kai?! We have a lot in common. We like fucking shit up. We love drawing a bit of blood. And we sliding our dicks in the same pussy every now and then. And look! We both got facepaint on! We’re practically brothers my man! So...Look, i don’t like to see you two like this. C’mon. Group hug guys!

Lance holds out his arms looking at both men. Luke continues staring at a Kai, a disgusted scowl forming on his face.

LUKE WISIA: Know what? Fuck ya, Kai. I’ll see you when I throw ya ass out the battle royal.

Luke turns his heel and walks out of the picture, flipping Kai off before he exits. Kai chuckles darkly at Luke’s parting words, shaking his head as he turns his back to Winters.

KAI: You’ll try, fool. You’ll try.

He goes to walk off, but stops, before glancing over his shoulder at Winters with a very cold look in his eye.

KAI: Stay away from her, Winters. This will be the only warning I give you.

With that, he turns back around and walks off, disappearing around the corner down a different hallway as he leaves Winters alone. Lance watches both men and laughs. He takes out his phone and looks at the wallpaper. Looking back over to the direction Kai went he smirks before placing the phone back in his pocket. He walks the direction Luke went and the scene fades away.
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Inside her office, we see Cindy Parker dancing to Michael Jackson’s new Xscape album. She looks like she’s trying to hide something, unaware that on her feet she had on wrestling boots to go with her jeans and tanktop. There’s a knock on the door, but she doesn’t hear it over the music blaring in the background, tossing a black back into the closest and shutting the door. She finally notices that wrestling boots on her feet and goes to take them off until Xavier Asher Daniels pushes open the GM’s door, and pausing as he observes his General Manager frantically trying to hide something. He reaches up and gives a very loud knock, trying to get her attention. He had to hold back a slight laugh at the startled expression he got in return, before he went to speak

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You… wanted to see me, Ms. Parker?

Glad that Xavier didn’t ask about the boots, Cindy smiles and waves Xavier in as she heads toward her iHome and turns down the volume.

CINDY PARKER: Yes indeedy I did sir. Take a seat.

She observes Xavier for a moment, noticing that he obviously wasn’t in a wheelchair, nor was he showing any signs of pain.

CINDY PARKER: No crutches, no nothing? Yaaay! That makes me happy. I thought it was gonna be a lot worse, but it looks like you’re getting through it quick and easy.

She smiles once again, taking a seat behind her desk.

CINDY PARKER: So wait! Does this mean you can compete in the battle royal tonight? I did save your spot just in case cause I didn’t think it was fair for someone else to have it.

Xaver went to answer, but paused as he realized how she worded the question. He leaned back in his chair for a moment as he thought over his answer, before finally looking back at her.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I.. er, I can compete. I just have to be careful and wear this thing around my knee at all times.

He bent down and pulled up one of his pant legs up to the middle of his knee, showing a large, gold and silver heavy knee brace. Xavier gave a bit of a sad smile, before moving back.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: It was either walk around with this, or be stuck in a wheelchair for the next 5 months. They at least let me customize it before telling me that it will be a while before I could dance again.

CINDY PARKER: Alright, so you COULD still wrestle tonight.. In the battle royal… Correct?

Both Cindy and Xavier nod almost simultaneously, understanding where they were each getting at. Cindy looks over the desk and at the brace, making an “eek” face as she glanced down.

CINDY PARKER: Shoulda coulda made it purple and pink instead of gold and silver. Or even teal and purple? Yeaaaaah! That would’ve been real pretty.

She sits back down, letting out a small sigh.

CINDY PARKER: Look it, Xavier. I really don’t like the crap I’m seeing going on between Felicity and her friend Ina. This isn’t right. I mean, first there was RIP pretty much running roughshod and now… It’s these two, maybe even more than them two if tonight’s any indications.

Cindy crosses her arms, staring over at the closet she tossed her bag into before.

CINDY PARKER: But don’t worry, Xavier. Cyncica told me she’s gonna teach Felicity a lesson tonight. Oh, yes. She’s going to teach her a listen alright, especially after the stunt they pulled tonight interfering in her matches. El mal pagará.

She pauses, realizing she had let the Spanish slip yet again.

CINDY PARKER: Ummm, so as I was saying. Yeah, I don’t like what they’re doing. Just know there’s people out there willing to help you if you need it, kay?

Xavier blinked at the Spanish slip up and tilted his head slightly, before realizing what she had said and gave a slight nod and a grateful smile.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Okay. And thanks Ms… Cindy.

He winced slightly at calling her by her first name, still showing some signs of his shyness. Brushing it off, he went to stand back up, but stopped, remembering something.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Oh, right! I almost forgot! I never did manage to get my entry number last show. I was gonna ask if you or someone else had it.

Cindy reaches into her desk and pulls out a little lottery ball, with the number covered by a piece of black duct tape.

CINDY PARKER: Now that would’ve been terrible, wouldn’t of it?

She shakes her head, surprised that she had even forgot to give Xavier his number. She looks down at the braced knee and bites down on the inside of her cheek, knowing full well Xavier was in pain.

CINDY PARKER: Just… Watch out out there tonight. You never know when vultures strike, ya know? Annnnd good luck, but I don’t really believe in luck. Not in this kind of match. It’s all about the luck of the draw.

She slides the ball across the table and Xavier catches it, looking down at the ball curiously. He pulls himself up to his feet using the chair, before he opens the ball and looks down at his number. Giving Cindy a slight smile, he turns around and limps out of the office, leaving her alone as the camera shifts.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a #FIGHTWINTERSAPP Match!

The fans boo at the sound of the name "Winters".

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: This match is under RIP Rules!

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

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


The camera then pans towards the crowd as Lance Winters is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a look of disgust on his face as he looks out to the crowd who boos him. Lance shakes his head and waves his left hand in the air while holding up a microphone up to his lips with the right.

LANCE WINTERS: Look at you people. Look at all of you?! You all a bunch of fucking assholes!

The fans boo him. Lance begins to make his way down the steps slowly.

LANCE WINTERS: You know why? Huh do you fuckers no why?!

BRIAN MASON: Where does this guy get the fucking nerve?!

ALEXA CORRA: SSHH! The Prez is speaking, bitch toy!

LANCE WINTERS: You don’t have the guts to be who you wanna be!

The crowd boos him. Lance shakes his head and slaps himself on his chest.

LANCE WINTERS: You need people like me! You need people like The Reapers In Pride!

The boos grow louder and louder as Lance is now halfway down the steps. He stops looking around at them.

LANCE WINTERS: You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers and say, "That's the bad guy"....So, what that make you? Good? Does that make you fucking people good?! You’re not good...You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. I'm glad to be who the fuck I am. You people....I can only imagine how much disgust you must feel every time you look in the mirror at yourself. YOU PEOPLE CLAIM TO BE HONEST AND GOOD PEOPLE BUT YOU'RE JUST---

Out of no where Lance is seen sent flying into the crowd. Cameramen rush up the stairs to see what's going on but fans begin to chant "LAX". As the cameras get closer LAX representer and former HKW World Champion, Emilio Vialpando! Emilio is throwing combo after combo after combo of punches on the President of The Reapers! A referee is seen running up to the scene and as he reaches the two men he looks back to the bell ringer and calls for the bell!

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DING DING DING!


BRIAN MASON: And this match is underway thanks to our former champion shutting Lances God forsaken mouth!

ALEXA CORRA: You are so disrespectful.

RANDY THE GUY: Should be ashamed of yourself Brian. Lance was clearly buying me some time for the cotton candy guy to give me back my change!

Emilio continues to rain down punches on the Reapers President but Winters soon begins to fight back as Emilio starts backing up and off of Lance. The crowd blocking the view of the camera, the cameraman pushes a few fans out of the way and Lance is seen smiling at Emilio who seems to be a bit tempered. Lance then shoots over to Emilio flipping him over the arm railing in the middle of the steps. Lance hops over the railing and begins stomping down on Emilio. He stops and picks him up.

LANCE WINTERS: THIS WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT EMILIO?!

Lance sets up for a suplex, looking back down the steps. The ref tells Lance no but there is no stopping the crazed Reaper. While looking back he gets this sick smile on his face and lifts Emilio up. Somehow Emilio swings back down hits a snap suplex on the steps before Lance could even send him the long way down. Both men hold their backs yelling out in pain. Emilio starts to get up and heads up to get Lance but Lance some how disappeared. Emilio looks around a bit confused on where Lance could of went. As he looks to his right a large and overweight fan is sent flying into him smashing Vialpando into the railing. The fat fan backs up scared that he did something wrong. He tries apologizing to Emilio but Lance pushes the fan in the face and out of his way.

LANCE WINTERS: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!

Lance smiles as Emilio is seen leaning against the rail. He laughs a little as he makes his way over to him. Winters then begins to go on an onslaught of chops before grabbing Emilio and sending him down the steps. The fans watch in shock as Emilio is seen rolling down the steps all the way down the bottom.

RANDY THE GUY: PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONEEE!

ALEXA CORRA: Ayyee! How you know that song titty flaps?

Lance slides down the rails and as he gets down to the bottom he knees Emilio in the face as he was trying to get back up. Lance laughs at Emilio slapping him in the back of the head. Lance picks Emilio up by his jaw. He then sends Emilio back down with a right hook. Lance shoves his foot in Vialpando’s face the crowd boos at the disrespect Lance is showing for Emilio. Lance in return laughs and decks Emilio with a stiff right hand before lifting him to his feet and calls for the piledriver on the concrete floor! Winters sets Emilio in position, but Emilio presses all his weight down and back body drops Winters onto the concrete! The crowd roars as Emilio mounts over Winters and starts unleashing rights and lefts before ripping him up by his hair and blasting him with a big right hand.

Emilio grabs a tablet out of one of the fans hands, asking them if he could use it for a minute. He waits for Winters to turn around, and when he does… WHAM! Emilio smashes the tablet over Winters’ head, sending it flying into a million pieces.

ALEXA CORRA: Hope that guy has insurance. Well, nah. I don’t really care.

Winters stumbles backwards as Emilio feeds from the energy of the crowd, slapping some of their hands on his way down toward a downed Winters. Emilio ducks down and goes to lift Winters to his feet, but Lance retaliates with a low blow, stopping the former champion in his tracks! Lance takes a moment to gather himself, wiping his head to see if there was blood, but nothing yet. He screams in the direction of the fan who handed Emilio a tablet, then grabs a piece of the metal and drives it into Emilio’s forehead!

Winters tosses the pieces of metal in the fans direction, looking down to see a cut up Vialpando. Winters rips a chair out from beneath a fan and patiently waits for him to get up. Once Emilio’s up to his feet, Winters swings for the fences, but Emilio ducks underneath, and kicks the chair back into Winters’ face with a roundhouse kick! The fans cheer on Emilio and he gets up holding his head. He goes over to Lance to pick him up, Lance tries to his best to fight off Emilio but Emilio knees him in his gut. Emilio quickly hits a snap suplex on Winters sending him dwon on the hard concrete and follows up with a standing moonsault! He goes for the pin!

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T--Kickout!



Emilio does not get discouraged by the kickout as he mounts himself on top of Lance throwing a few combinations but Lance finds a way to sneak in a eye poke making Emilio back up off of him. Lance then gets up shaking off the damage that Emilio caused him and runs over hitting a Diamond Cutter. Lance then gets ahold of Emilio’s head putting him in a headlock while reaching for a piece of glass. Emilio looks up seeing what Lance was up to and pushes Lance off of him. Lance looks over to the freed Emilio and smirks. He waves him over to come on. Emilio does so by swinging for a punch on Lance but Lance ducks under and moves to his back hitting a Full Nelson Suplex!

BRIAN MASON: Lance is back in control just like that! This has been a great back and forth fight thus far.

ALEXA CORRA: Stop kissing ass, Mase. You know damn well Emilio’s been getting his ass handed to him.

Lance digs his knee into Emilio’s back and slaps him in the back of the head.Emilio lifts himself up and pushes Lance off of him. Lance backs up with his hands in the air laughing and taunting Emilio. Vialpando not pleased at all. He charges for Lance and gets caught into a Cobra Clutch. Emilio reaches around as the air supply is being cut off. He then remembers this is a RIP Rules match and kicks up into the groin of Lance. As Lance backs up holding himself Emilio looks around and finds the chair that Lance once tried to use. He hands it to a random fan in the crowd telling him to hold it for a second. Emilio walks over to Lance and toss him face first into the chair!

Emilio waves his arms up pumping up the crowd as they begin to chant “LAX”! Emilio grabs a handful of Lance’s hair and lifts him to his feet, tossing him over the barricade and towards the ring. He hops onto the barricade and catches his balance, patiently waiting for Winters to rise to his feet. When he does, Emilio hops off of the barricade and hits a jumping tornado DDT on the thin padding! Emilio makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


TH----


No! Kick out by Winters. Emilio gets frustrated, grabbing a hold of Winters head and clubbing away with solid right hands. Emilio gets his feet and looks underneath the ring, pulling out…

RANDY THE PILOT: IT’S TABLE TIME!

Emilio pulls out the table from below the ring and sets it up right near the downed body of Lance Winters. Winters starts to get up, but Emilio’s right there to meet him with a European uppercut. Emilio looks back at the table he set up, only for Lance to kick Emilio in the midsection, set him up between his legs, and… POWERBOMB! Winters hits a powerbomb through the table and makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


TH----


Emilio kicks out just as the referees hand was coming down for the three! It takes a moment for Lance to get to his feet, but when he does, he starts yelling obscenities in Emilio’s face, telling him to stay down. He then stomps down at Emilio’s midsection, and presses down all his weight taking out all the air from the former HKW Champion.

BRIAN MASON: Not sure how much fight Emilio has left.

ALEXA CORRA: It’s RIP Rules, Mase. He should’ve known better.

Lance picks up Emilio setting up for another Powerbomb. As he lifts him up Emilio reverses hitting a Hurricrana sending Lance into a few fans. Emilio takes some time to get up and Lance pushes fans away as he gets up telling them to get away from him. Emilio gets the jump on Lance as he takes a fans drink and splashes it in the face of Lance when he turns around. Emilio then sprints in the direction of Lance hitting a Running Neckbreaker!

Emilio pumping up the fans once again before he looks down to pick up Winters...AGAIN, Lance has disappeared. Cameras find Lance around a tunnel area trying to wipe off the drink off of him and away from his eyes while holding the back of his neck.

BRIAN MASON: What a surprise, Lance is running away.

ALEXA CORRA: The hell are you talking about? My dude Prez just needs to get his shit back in tact. You saw that dirty shit Emilio done did to em? Eff all that mess.

Emilio finally figures out where Lance is and elbows Lance in the back of the head. Lance stumbles and looks back to Emilio only being met with a dropkick in the face. Emilio now on top he looks around and sees a few tables along side the wall. Fans from up top cheer Emilio on chanting for the tables. Emilio nods with a smirk on his face as he goes over to get them. He sets up one table and looks back over to Winters who is beginning to get up. Vialpando sprints over and hits a Zig Zag giving him more time. Emilio drags Winters over to the table. He sets him on top of the table and punches Lance a few times to make sure he’s down for good. Vialpando then sets up a second table on top of him Winters and the fans “ooohh and awwwe” at the sight. He looks up at the fans up top watching from over the rail. He points up to them and the fans roar.

BRIAN MASON: Is he really going up there?

Emilio takes some time to find his way up the stairs and across the roll until he is seen up top. He takes a breath before climbing on top of the rail. He holds on while crouching a bit trying to measure the distance. He nods and leaps for the Deseando Astro!

While Emilio is up in the air Winters quickly gets from under the table and grabs ahold of the referee placing him there instead of him! EMILIO HITS THE DESEANDO ASTRO ON THE REFEREE THROUGH THE TWO TABLES!

Fans begins to chant “Holy Shit” along with booing Lance as he is seen leaning up against the wall with a smile on his face. Lance laughing slowly walks over to the limp bodies of both the ref and Vialpando. He looks at the both of them and then around to the fans who boo him. He shrugs and picks up Vialpando out of from under the dubree and sets up for a suplex. He smirks and then hits the Reaper Driver into the dubree! He goes for the pin and grabs the refs hand

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THREE!


DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner... LANCE WINTERRRSSSS!!

As Winters makes his way back through the crowd, Joey Perello is shown heading out from the backstage area, carrying a mic in one hand and his No Limits title in the other. A small smirk appears on Perello’s demeanour as he watches the medics tend to Vialpando in the audience.

JOEY PERELLO: My oh my, how the mighty have fallen. It wasn’t long ago that the man laying their unconscious used to seem… Unbeatable. Reigning atop Hard Knox Wrestling as it’s champion, and now… Look at him.

Perello walks around at the top of the ramp, the camera transitioning to Emilio getting help from the medical team.

JOEY PERELLO: Every Defiance, Emilio… You come out here, and get your ass kissed. You run your mouth, and you get your ass handed to you. It wasn’t always this way, Emilio… You used to be able to back up those words, but now? Now it seems like you’re a whole new man…

He pauses his pace, draping the No Limits Championship around his shoulder.

JOEY PERELLO: A shell of a man of what was once a proud champion. It wasn’t until now… Now that you decide to challenge me? While I’m peaking and you’re regressing, you decide to challenge me? The VICE PRESIDENT PRESIDENT OF THE REAPERS IN PRIDE?!

The crowd boos heavily but we do hear Lance Winters screaming his lungs off for Perello.

JOEY PERELLO: If this is what you want, then fine Emilio. You’ll get the Vice President of the Reapers. At Destiny…

The crowd explodes at the announcement, Perello still staring out into the crowd at Emilio.

JOEY PERELLO: If this is your way of working your way back into the spotlight, on path back toward the HKW World Heavyweight Championship...then find another way. Because once you come down this road… You’re heading straight for a dead end.

Perello drops the microphone as “Dance with the Devil” by Breaking Benjamin hits the sound system. Perello raises the No Limits Championship high in the air as the on site medical team continues working on Emilio.

WINNER (via pinfall): Lance Winters (21:20)

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Backstage, we see Kaysie Sherell standing around paying attention to her lifeline, her phone. The beautiful superstar is intently staring at her phone much like she did last week. After a few seconds, she looks up from the phone and places it in her back pocket. Putting a smile on her face, she starts to walk around. As she passes many of the crew members, she acknowledges them with nods and waves. Suddenly, as she walks past someone, they reach out and touch her shoulder trying to get her attention. After the initial shock of the motion, she turns around with a smile on her face.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Oh.. hi!

With a confident smirk on his face, Dino Gatti locked his baby blue eyes on The beautiful Diva in front of him. His eyes slowly eyed her up and down, As he ran his right hand through his hair.

DINO GATTI: Hi, You’re Kaysie Sherell correct? I have been an admirer of your work for a while now.

Kaysie seemed slightly taken aback by his comments. A look of intrigue came over her face as she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked at him before a moment before she began to speak.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Admiring my work? Oh you mean those few matches I’ve had here? Well I appreciate it dude, I did get to see your match recently, pretty impressive.

Dino shrugged slightly, the Italian Wrestler wasn’t really impressed by his own performance. Dino slowly rubbed his chin.

DINO GATTI: Yeah, That match with Mirage wasn’t that Impressive to be brutally honest about it. I could have done better.

Dino smirked at Kaysie before looking at her arms crossed over her chest then back into her eyes.

DINO GATTI: But yeah, I’ve watched a few of your matches and It got my attention.

She blushed slightly, she loved getting compliments. Kaysie moved her hands down onto her hips before shrugging.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Thanks, I do what I can being so damn short. It’s an attribute really. No one really expects me to be able to do what I do.

She keeps her eyes firmly glued to Dino’s before she quickly looks down to the ground and back up.

KAYSIE SHERELL: As for your match with Mirage, we can’t always have A plus matches.

Dino checked out her small stature, he allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips. He admired the fact that she didn’t let her small stature, hold her back, after all he was the exact same.

DINO GATTI: You’re not the only one, I’m not exactly the biggest dog in the yard either, but I make it work to my advantage.

Dino’s eyes kept automatically locking on hers, it was a instinct he couldn’t seem to control. He shrugged gently.

DINO GATTI: When you’re trying to get spotted by a Major Company, You need to be an A+ Player, who produces A+ Results.

She moves her hands back up towards her chest as she looks at Dino. Kaysie couldn’t get her eyes to stay away from his for some reason.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Yeah, I’m trying to definitely show all the different things I can do. Getting noticed is the biggest thing you can do in this business, sometimes you just have to do it in different ways.

He nodded in agreement with her statement, Dino knew he had to stand out from the crowd to get noticed.

DINO GATTI: Everybody is aiming for the same goal, but seemingly they follow the path thats already been forged instead of forming their own.

Kaysie nodded her head in approval. She knew that a lot of what Dino was saying was true, and she barely ever agrees with anyone.

KAYSIE SHERELL: You are absolutely right. I’m trying to blaze my own path, but it’s hard when you go from champion somewhere else… to being here.

Dino nodded in agreement, He had a sort of similar path to HKW, he wasn’t supposed to be here but fate brought the Third generation Star here.

DINO GATTI: I know the feeling. I went from Up and Coming star, on the verge of a World Championship match… to this.

He looked around at his surroundings with a look of indifference on his face. It was a huge step down, but he assumed it would light a fire underneath him and force him to improve his game.

DINO GATTI: I mean, This place is alright but at the end of the day, It just isn’t the Major leagues.

She again shrugged her shoulders but this time it was with a smile on her face.

KAYSIE SHERELL: I may have been a champion… but I would so rather be here. You don’t know what it’s like being the only vagina in a sea full of dicks.

Dino smirked at her comment. He found it quiet funny.

DINO GATTI: Yeah, I really don’t know that’s like.

Kaysie smiles as she crosses her hands over her chest.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Trust me, it’s not a good thing. Every disgusting thing wants to…. get their hands on you. It’s not a pleasant experience at all.

Dino smiles at her.

DINO GATTI: I can imagine, That’s one of the main problems with these so called “Wrestlers”, More concerned on who’s the hot new Girl and who’s fucking her first.

Dino shook his head in disgust.

DINO GATTI: It’s pretty much why they barely amount to much professionally, Only in it for the Personal benefits.

Kaysie again placed her hands onto her hips with a smile.

KAYSIE SHERELL: They couldn’t have got with me if they tried, it wouldn’t have mattered. I’m just happy that I’m not there anymore.

Dino nodded slightly.

DINO GATTI: Certainly, You’re out of their league.

Dino slowly scanned her up and down again, with a small smirk on his face.

DINO GATTI: Well, I’m glad you’re here, Finally someone I can actually tolerate.

She looks up at him, matching his smirk.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Likewise my friend.

DINO GATTI: We should do something after the show, It could be fun, It could be a nightmare but I’m sure it’s a lot better than doing nothing.

The smile on her face stayed as she listened to Dino talk. She placed her hands down to her side before she spoke.

KAYSIE SHERELL: You know, that does sound like fun. Sure, why not… I’m in need of a really good time.

Dino continued to smile at her. He took a step closer to her.

DINO GATTI: Great, I guess I’ll see you after the show then.

A flirtacious smile comes over Kaysie’s face as her hands fall to her hips.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Looking forward to it.

She turns on her heels and walks away as the scene fades out.

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Moseying around backstage is Cindy Parker, heading toward the owners’ offices. She stops right in front of Brandon’s door, pushing her ear against to see if she could hear anything knows.

CINDY PARKER: Who knows? He might be porking someone again.

She rolls her eyes as she continues to listen in, but hears nothing.

CINDY PARKER: Coast is clear camera peoples. Or I think it is? Doesn’t sound like there’s a hootenanny going on or anything.

She gives off a simple shrug of the shoulders before pushing the door open to see… Nothing. Banks had left his office as Cindy walked up behind the desk and began looking around.

CINDY PARKER: I’m allowed to look back here, being GM and all. I’m looking for, um…. Contracts.

She starts tossing the papers on the desk all over the place before pulling out the drawers and searching through them. She pulls out a folder and flips it open.

CINDY PARKER: This isn’t it! Where the heck is it?!

UNKNOWN VOICE: Looking for something, Cindy?

The cameras quickly turn to show HKW trainer, Sean Sands, standing at the doorway, arms folded and a smirk on his face. Cindy stops her “investigating” and tosses whatever papers in her hand over her head, trying to seem innocent.

CINDY PARKER: No, no, not looking for anything at all. Just, ummm.

She looks down at the mess she made and quickly begins cleaning it up.

CINDY PARKER: I’m just cleaning up this mess is all. My contract with HKW says I have to do part time maintenance work and stuff. That’s why I was trying to get you to GM for me that one time! Yeah, that’s right.

She avoids eye contact, fixing and stacking the papers back on Brandon’s desk when suddenly a disgusted expression appears on her features.

CINDY PARKER: OH...MY...GOODNESS. It happened right here, didn’t it!? On this desk, that I’m touching…

She looks up, looking pale as a ghost.

CINDY PARKER: I think I’m gonna be sick…

Sean quickly moves forward and walks over to Cindy, looking somewhat worried.

SEAN SANDS: Are you gonna be alright?

He places his hands on her shoulders, believing that she could possibly faint at any moment and knowing that he’d feel bad if she did indeed do that. Cindy tosses her hand over her forehead and nods, letting Sean know she was fine.

CINDY PARKER: Yeah, just got a twist in my stomach is all. I just don’t see how that’s okay? If I did something like that…

It almost looks like a lightbulb was shining over Cindy’s head as a devious smirk begins to form.

CINDY PARKER: Seanneth!!! Could you do me a favor?! Pleeeaseee. It’s not even that big of a favor. Well…

She pauses, thinking everything over.

CINDY PARKER: There’s a small, tiny incy wincy chance a fight might break out, but I have your back! I promise.

Sean raises his right eyebrow as curiosity seems to only describe the look that has appeared on his face.

SEAN SANDS: I guess it depends on what it is. Is it helping you clean up your office or something?

Cindy laughs and shakes her head from side to side.

CINDY PARKER: Nooo, this isn’t even my office. This is…

Cindy takes notice to the cameras and pauses.

CINDY PARKER: Know what? Just… I’ll come talk to you later. Byeeee

Cindy runs away, leaving Sean behind in the office. He notices the papers and just shrugs his shoulders before turning away and leaving the office as well, a confused look on his face from the conversation he just had with Cindy.

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Brandon Banks is shown backstage with a camera crew, scarfing down on a king sized Slim Jim. He gulps it down and gives off somewhat of a sour face before glancing at the camera.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, this shit taste sour as fuck. Slim Jim's ain't supposed to be sour?

Banks flings the snack against the wall and turns his back.

BRANDON BANKS: Aye! Someone clean that shit up!

He turns back around and continues down the hallway, rubbing his hands together before glancing back at the camera.

BRANDON BANKS: Nights been crazy so far. That shit between the Hounds, Future Shock, and the Saiyans is really starting to pick up. Perello and Vialpando is official for Destiny. And we a few minutes away from crowning a new HKW World Champion! HKW is good right now.

Suddenly, an emotional Selena King enters the picture, tears streaming down her cheeks.

SELENA KING: Brandon, Brandon! You have to follow me. Something... really bad happened.

BRANDON BANKS: Bad? What do you mean bad? The hell you talkin' about, Selena?

SELENA KING: Just come with me.

Selena tugs Banks by his arm as the two start jogging down the hallway, making a sharp turn and into the locker room of Felicity Banks where we see her unconscious body on the floor, blood spewing from the side of her head. Brandon turns his head just as he sees it while Selena runs to Felicity.

BRANDON BANKS: Go get some help! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Banks grabs the camera man by his shirt and tosses him down the hall, ripping the camera away from him.

BRANDON BANKS: GET SOME FUCKIN' HELP NOW!

The clattering of footsteps is heard in the background as Banks keeps a hold of the camera and brings to his side. Without another word or sound, the camera cuts off as we go back to ringside.

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The scene fade backstage with Lyle Risky walking along side of Head of Security RED. Lyle is busy looking down this phone texting more than likely Raquel but who know really. RED looks over and sighs.

RED: BRUH.

LYLE RISKY: Mhmm...

RED: WHAT'S REALLY GOOD BRUH FA REAL?

Lyle puts phone in his inner coat pocket.

LYLE RISKY: What you mean?

RED shakes his head and stops walking.

RED: YO YOU KNOW YOU MY BOY BUT MAN, EVER SINCE YOU GOT ME THIS GIG YOU BEEN ACTING REAL FUNNY BRUH. BLAKE...WHAT'S UP WITH YOU VETOING THAT MAN ZERO RULE IDEA? THAT SHIT COULD OF REALLY HELPED WITH ME AND MY BOYS ON SECURITY. AND IT COULD OF REALLY HEL--

LYLE RISKY: The fuck does it matter to you Lonny? What in the fuck does it have to do with you?! Not a fuckin' thing. Not a goddamn thing! I already fuckin' explained my fuckin' self last damn show with that fool Damien! I ain't finna explain the shit to you either.

RED shakes his head and steps up to Risky with his arms open.

RED: BLAKE CHILL BRUH. JUST BE ONE HUNNAD WITH ME. YOU GOT SOMETHING GOIN' ON WITH THE REAPERS OR NAH?

Risky looks away shaking his head. He looks back at his childhood friend.

LYLE RISKY: Look bruh, just know whatever the fuck I do it's for the best of this company and these kids. And anyone or that bitch Nil got a problem with it they can bring it up to me. And shit...You know what? If Zero can whoop my ass at Destiny I might just reveres that veto but until then. Stop fucking asking me about it and worry about y'all damn selves.

Lyle shakes his head bothered by RED asking him questions like this. The scene fades away as RED watches his friend walk away from him.
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SALEM CARTIER: Hard Knox! Are you ready for the next chapter? Don't be surprised if your little witchy woman herself, good ol' Salem writes it.... and becomes your next HKW World Champion! Oh... and Tanner Sands, I hope we're both in there together, nothing would be finer than dumping your bowtie loving ass out of there, just like I made your Twinkie tower crumble! Hahaha...

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KAYSIE SHERELL: Hey guys, its Kaysie. Now I’m not going to come on here and talk about how I’m the biggest and baddest. I’m definitely not, in fact, I’m just a short little thing that’s about to step into the ring with twenty-nine other hungry competitors. I’m not the biggest dog in the fight, but I am going to take it to whoever gets in my way like I’m a damn pit bull. When gold is on the line, don’t get in my way.

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XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I'm injured here, but I'm not going to let that stop me. I plan on outlasting every single wrestler in this match in order to reach the top of the mountain here in HKW.

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Hunter Werth: This is the moment. This is my moment. I've been spinning my wheels in HKW trying to find ground to get my car running on, but so far I've found nothing. It's been a rough month or so for me. The fans still love me, which I appreciate, but the roster has all but turned on me since everyone's become an all for me and none for you bunch. You mention something you don't like and you're ostracized for it. Well when I when this rumble people will start listening. They'll understand that I'm not all talk. I'm the wrestler the fans know I am. That's what happens when you go through thirty men and win the biggest championship in HKW. People listen. It's time my voice is heard, and not taken for granted. Tonight I become everything that I know I can be. Tonight, Destiny comes early for Hunter Werth.

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TANNER SANDS: TANNER...FUCKING....SANDS.

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EDDIE RAMIREZ: Hola amigos... it's none other than the handsome devil himself, Eddie Ramirez! Canada, you're about to witness 29 other men and women work so hard to make themselves in HKW and claim the top title in this company. Just don't be alarmed when... heh... that belt instead gets stolen by El Ladrón... The Thief! Oh and masked man... should you show your face... or mask anywhere near that ring, I'll be glad to return the favor and stomp your face into the mat, pendejo. Viva El Ladrón!

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DREW THORNTON: Let's do this guys! It's going to be a great match, but the best must win. And I'm here to prove that! Drew Thornton, the next HKW Champion!

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FELICITY BANKS: Think I've done enough talking. Quite frankly, I think most of this roster has. Tonight isn't just about the HKW World Championship. It's bigger than that. This is about my legacy. This is about proving that I can be everything that I claim I can be. Tonight... It begins.

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Camera looks over to Zakk Lewis who flips the cameraman off.

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LUKE WISIA: ... Kai. I'm going to break your legs.

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KAI: You stand before me, you will all FALL before me.

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JINZAI: It's a changing of the guard, baby! Because you're about to witness the performance of a lifetime, that no one would wanna miss in their right mind! When the lights are on bright, and the world is watching, yours truly is gonna walk into Defiance 16. And when it's all said and done, and the smokes cleared up, bet your asses I'm damn sure walking out as The NEW HKW World Heavyweight Champion! I'VE GOT 28 OTHER PEOPLE READY TO FEEL THE BANG, AND CATCH A JINZAI CUTTER!

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VIRGIL ISIAH PRICE: Tonight, VIP becomes the HKW World Heavyweight Champion. Believe that!

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DINO GATTI: Defiance Sixteen, Where HKW is reborn. Where a new ruler is crowned. Twenty Nine men will enter, Only one will hold the HKW Championship high above their head, when the dust Settles and the smoke clears, that man will be Dino Gatti. I have a chance to be the star of the show, I will do whatever it takes to make sure I am the last man standing. Dino Thunder Gatti will be the name echoing around Budweiser Gardens tonight, The confetti will drop and my Reign as King begins, This is my time, My moment, Whatever it takes, I will be king.

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DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a 30 man and woman over the top battle royal, aka the Rumble 2 Destiny! The mission of this match is to eliminate others by throwing them over the top rope and having both their feet touch the ground. The match will start off with the two people who drew #1 and #2 and every 90 seconds, a new combatant will arrive! The last man or woman standing will be the NEW HKW WORLD CHAMPION!

BRIAN MASON: Anyone wanna make their prediction for this match?

ALEXA CORRA: Jaxon Queen ends up boring me to sleep, Kai ends up doing nothing, and my girl Felicity wins this.

RANDY THE GUY: The Cuntess of HKW? Hell nah. TANNER SANDS GONNA FUCK ALL Y’ALL IN THE ASS!

BRIAN MASON: I personally believe that Hunter Werth is gonna let out all of his frustration and walk out the new HKW World champion.

Suddenly, “Wide Is The Gate” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus begins blaring throughout the arena as the audience lets out a huge pop.

BRIAN MASON: WHOA! One of our champions at number one?!

Through the curtain steps out one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions, Colton Sterling, with a smirk on his face. He looks over at the nearest camera and opens up his right hand to reveal the paper with his number on it. Sterling flashes the number at the camera, show the bold number 1 on it before he tosses it while keeping eye contact with the camera.

COLTON STERLING: Come in at number one...walk out as the only one.

Colton gives the camera a wink before making his way down the ramp.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Entering in at number one, from Tampa, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, he is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions, COLTON STERLING!

Colton slaps hands with some of the fans before reaching ringside. He slaps his chest a few times, trying to hype himself up, before running and heading up the steel steps. Colton quickly enters the ring and removes his title belt, handing it over to the ref to get rid of it for the time being. Sterling then walks over to a corner and climbs the middle turnbuckle before pointing out at the audience with that same smirk on his face. When he drops back down, he removes his jacket and waits for number two to make his or her appearance.

BRIAN MASON: With the way Colton was talking to Jaxon two weeks ago, you’d have thought he would have had a very good number...not this one.

RANDY THE GUY: Did this fucker want number one or something?

ALEXA CORRA: That stupid smirk on his face seems to give me the idea that he did. Now let’s see who gets to eliminate him real quick.

“Innocence” by Disturbed begins to blare throughout the arena as Luke Wisia steps through the curtain and makes a quick walk to the ring, a pissed off look on his face.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And entering it at number two, from Jersey City, New Jersey; weighing in at 170 pounds, LUKE WISIA!

BRIAN MASON: How fitting is it that these two start off this match? Let’s not forget that these two had some bad blood and still might after those few meetings they had backstage and those little Twitter spats between them for awhile.

RANDY THE GUY: So, this fool went from pissing someone like Colton to pissing off someone like Kai? HE FUCKING HIGH?

ALEXA CORRA: Obviously.

Luke slides into the ring and quickly heads off to the opposite corner after giving Colton the finger, not feeling in the mood to do anything else but fight.

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DING! DING! DING!


The two men slowly circle the ring before slowly making their way to the center of the ring, where they stand only an inch away from one another. Luke begins mouthing off, obviously shit talking Colton in the process, but the HKW World Tag Team champion just keeps a stoic look as he waits for Luke to take it to a certain point. Once Luke begins poking Colton on the chest, Sterling drives his knee into Wisia’s midsection before lifting him up and hitting a suplex on him. Wisia quickly rolls to the outside, going underneath the bottom rope, but Sterling won’t allow him to have any breathers as he performs the same rolling out of ring move. Colton grabs Luke by the head and quickly tosses him into the barricade before grabbing the RIP member and rolling him back into the ring as he follows him soon after.

Luke is slow to get to his feet, but Colton has no problem waiting for one of his main foes in this company to get up. When Luke turns around, Colton goes for a bicycle kick, but the Banks family member just manages to duck it. When Sterling turns around, Wisia shoots out his right leg and attempts a Bank Shot, but Sterling catches it and spins him around before planting a boot into Wisia’s midsection. Sterling goes for another suplex, but Wisia quickly catches him with a kick to the family jewels, forcing the young man out of Tampa Bay to hold his goodies in pain and drop to his knees before completely dropping to the ground. Luke begins putting the boots to Colton before turning around to the audience and giving some of the front row fans the finger. Unfortunately, the time wasted has allowed the fans to begin counting down from 10 as the numbers are popping up on the tron. Luke focuses on that as the buzzer sounds.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Who’s coming in at #3?

STVORE’s Sgori [Burn] begins to blare all throughout the arena as the audience begins to boo. Viktor Volkov quickly rips the curtain to the side as he begins storming down to the ring.

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RANDY THE GUY: Ah, shit. THIS NI-

ALEXA CORRA: Randy, shut up. Let’s just watch Volkov tear these other two in the ring apart.

Volkov quickly slides into the ring and Wisia immediately goes after him as soon as he gets to feet, trying to nail him in the face with multiple right handed shots until he gets him up against the ropes, where he attempts to irish whip him. But, Volkov quickly reverses it and irish whips Wisia into the other ropes. Wisia bounces off of the ropes and makes his way back towards Volkov, who takes him down with a stiff lariat! Meanwhile, in the corner, Colton Sterling is slowly helping himself up, an action that catches Viktor’s attention as he quickly makes his way over to the corner. Viktor grabs Colton by the head and pulls him out of the corner before lifting him up and powerslamming him right onto the mat! The audience boos as Volkov grabs Sterling by the head and gets him up to both feet before drilling him in the gut with multiple knees before hitting a snap suplex on the Future Shock member and getting a negative reaction from the audience.

BRIAN MASON: Volkov is really taking it to Sterling here!

ALEXA CORRA: Pretty sure if he keeps going, Sterling gonna puke out a lung.

RANDY THE GUY: Can we get some Jimmy John’s?

Once Viktor gets to his feet, Luke comes charging in and attempts to take him down with multiple chops to Viktor’s chest, but it only seems to force Viktor to back up against the ropes. Luke grabs Viktor’s right leg and lifts him up as he makes the first actual attempt at throwing someone out. Viktor holds on tight on the ropes as Luke begins cursing like a sailor while trying to take the much larger man out. Volkov just continues to hold on tight as Wisia grabs the second leg, looking to make the attempted elimination that much easier. But, Viktor manages to wriggle his left leg free and shove Luke off and away from him. Luke falls to the ground, but quickly rolls to his feet as Viktor comes charging in, only to charge forward and nail a dropkick onto the right knee of Viktor, knocking him down. Wisia quickly rolls to his feet and grabs Volkov’s head before planting him onto the mat with a DDT! The audience is still giving out a negative reaction as the tron begins flashing the same number 10 again and beginning the countdown to our next entrant before it closes down to 0 and the buzzer sounds!

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: WHO’S NEXT?!

"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace begins to blare out through the arena as the audience lets out a huge pop! Kai quickly explodes through the curtain as a shot of Luke’s eyes widen at the sight of his foe. Kai immediately begins running down the ramp, looking to go right after Luke.

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RANDY THE GUY: AH SHIIIIIIIIIT.

BRIAN MASON: Oh, my god! It’s Kai in at #4!

ALEXA CORRA: Luke, you dumbass. RUN!

Kai quickly slides into the ring and gets to his feet and he and Luke begin trading a flurry of fists. The first one to get the upper hand is Luke, but Kai quickly turns it around and begins to drill Luke with multiple fists before getting him up against the ropes! Kai takes a step back before charging forward and clothesline both himself and Luke over the top rope and out of the ring, both their legs hitting the floor, eliminating one another!

ELIMINATED: Luke Wisia (3:26) and Kai (:26)

BRIAN MASON: Kai and Luke Wisia are out of this thing! That’s one Reaper down, three to go.

ALEXA CORRA: You just wait until my girl Felicity hits this ring and eliminates everybody in it.

RANDY THE GUY: And y’all wait until MY DUDE TANNER SANDS FUCKS ALL Y’ALL IN THE ASS.

Volkov and Sterling slowly get to their feet, stopping in their tracks as they look at Kai and Luke get to their feet and begin trading blows. Kai backs Luke right up against the announce table, but Luke headbutts Kai, forcing him to back off. But, the two don’t give each other a second as they continue their brawl, eventually getting up the ramp and fighting all of the way out of sight. Meanwhile, while Colton is distracted, Viktor comes rushing in and lifts Colton up before driving him up against the corner. Viktor begins driving his shoulder into Colton’s midsection three times before pulling off...only to grab Colton by the head and sending him flying across the ring with his strength! Colton hits the mat with a thud and slowly gets himself up to both feet by using the ropes close by. Viktor quickly charges forward and clotheslines Colton over the ropes...but Colton lands on the apron on his back. Viktor tries to shove Colton off the apron and down onto the ground as the tron begins flashing those same number and the audience counts down before the buzzer sounds.

BUZZ!

RANDY THE GUY: My boy Tanner Sands better not be number 5!

"[515]" by Slipknot begins to blare as Mirage slowly steps out through the curtain and makes a slow walk down to the ring, the audience booing the newcomer.

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BRIAN MASON: And here comes a man who has done some SICKENING things here in HKW already.

ALEXA CORRA: Maybe he’ll light Colton Sterling on fire...

RANDY THE GUY: DAMN GURL. YOU A FREAK!

Volkov finally gives up on Sterling and begins motioning for Mirage to enter the ring, but Mirage takes his sweet time as he slowly begins circling the ring, keeping his eyes locked on Volkov and the man in the ring focuses on him. This allows Sterling to roll back into the ring before finding himself right behind Volkov. Sterling claps his hands up against Volkov’s ears, forcing him to bring his hands up to cover the ears after the pain he has just felt. Sterling then drives his boot into the back of Volkov’s knee, knocking him down to one, before grabbing Volkov by the head. But, Volkov doesn’t allow Sterling to get in any more shot as he quickly gets to his feet once more, grabbing Sterling with both arms before lifting him up and planting him onto the mat with a powerslam!

With one man down and the other one having his back turned, Mirage slides into the ring and hits Volkov from behind, knocking him down onto the mat. Mirage begins to put the boots to the back of Volkov and even walks over to Sterling, where he plants a few more boots into the rib cage of the Tampa Bay born superstar. Mirage walks over to Volkov and grabs his head before slowly getting him up to both feet, only for Volkov to hit him with a sick uppercut that knocks Mirage backwards! Mirage quickly shakes off the attack and Volkov attempts a left hook, but Mirage dodges it and finds himself behind Volkov, where he leaps up and dropkicks Volkov on the back of the head, knocking him down onto the ground once more. The time begins to count down again as Mirage slowly walks over towards Colton before the buzzer sounds.

BRIAN MASON: Mirage has been in solid control here, but who’s next?

BUZZ!

“Hail to the King” by AX7 plays throughout the arena as Glen Jakobs begins charging down to the ring to a an alright reaction from the audience.

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RANDY THE GUY: Look at this big motherfucker bringing his ass down to the ring...

ALEXA CORRA: Let’s see if he has a big enough brain to eliminate anyone in this thing.

Jakobs quickly slides into the ring, but before he can even get onto his feet, Mirage is on him like white on rice. Mirage begins putting multiple fists to the back of Jakobs, but eventually, the giant shoves Mirage, forcing the masked man to fall to the mat. Jakobs gets to his feet and Mirage slowly gets to his as well before attempting to charge towards the big man...only for Jakobs to catch him by the throat before tossing him into the closeby corner. The Titan waits for Mirage to slowly move out of the corner and towards him before spinning around and raising up his arm, taking Mirage’s head off with a discus clothesline! The audience lets out a huge cheer as Mirage is completely laid out...only to begin booing when Volkov drives his right fist into the back of Jakobs’s head.

But, this only seems to make the giant angry as he slowly turns around, rubbing the back of his head, before grabbing Volkov around the waist and sending him flying over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex before he crashes onto the mat and slowly rolls underneath the bottom rope unknowingly. Meanwhile, Colton Sterling seems to be getting to his feet once more, only it seems to be the wrong time as Jakobs knocks him right back down with a punch that rattles not only Sterling’s jaw, but everyone in the front row who could witness the punch. Sterling drops to the mat with a thud, but Jakobs quickly grabs him by the head and slowly gets him to his feet before attempting to throw him over the top rope and out of the ring, only for Sterling to clutch onto the ropes and land on the apron on his feet. He motions for Jakobs to come at him and the Titan complies before charging forward, allowing Sterling to drop down and slide through his legs before getting back into the ring and to his feet. Jakobs and Sterling stare down one another as the crowd begins counting down the numbers from 10 before the buzzer sounds.

BRIAN MASON: Glen Jakobs seems to be real fired up! But who’s number 7 gonna be?!

“We are one (Instrumental)” by 12 Stones now begins to play throughout the arena as the audience begins to boo heavily. Through the curtain steps out a pissed off Leifi Maivia, staring a hole right through one of the competitors in the ring. Colton Sterling. But, Colton isn’t intimidated as he turns his attention away from Glen towards the man who helped put him through a table two weeks ago.

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ALEXA CORRA: OOH! Finally, this battle royal is getting good! Here comes one of the men who should be one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions.

RANDY THE GUY: ALEXA, HOP OFF THAT SHIT ALREADY! DAMN, BITCH!

BRIAN MASON: Well, after what we heard tonight, Leifi will get one more chance to become tag team champion. Hopefully he doesn’t fail this time.

Leifi quickly charges down the ramp, but before he can enter the ring, Colton is blindsided by a boot to the head from Glen. This gets a more negative reaction, but Glen doesn’t care as he goes to lift up Colton by the head...only to be met with a Superman punch to the face by Leifi Maivia! The Titan falls to the ground almost like watching King Kong fall from a building, but the audience just continues to boo Leifi as he looks down at Colton before slapping him a few times on the head, almost like a dog playing around with his chew toy. When he goes to grab Colton by the head, Mirage comes charging in, forcing Leifi to shoot out his right leg and catch the masked man out of nowhere with a superkick that floors him! The audience just continues to boo as Leifi goes back to taunting Colton.

But this time, he turns into a right hand from Colton that sends him stumbling backwards, allowing the Tampa Bay native to get to his feet. But before Colton can even begin to really go after his foe, Viktor Volkov drills him from behind the head with a jab, forcing Sterling to turn around and get met with a boot to the midsection Volkov follows this with a sitdown powerbomb that lays out Colton. Leifi, meanwhile, has managed to shake off the punch and is waiting for Glen Jakobs to get to his feet. Once Glen gets to his feet, Leifi hoists him onto his shoulders, a feat of strength that has some fans clapping, before dumping the giant over the top rope and right down onto the ground for an elimination!

ELIMINATED: Glen Jakobs (1:57)

BRIAN MASON: GOOD GOD!

ALEXA CORRA: Look at all of that strength! Bye bye, Glen!

RANDY THE GUY: That motherfucker on steroids.

Leifi turns around and is met with a face to face confrontation by Viktor Volkov, who is only centimeters away from him. The two continue to stare each other down before beginning to trade blows all the way until Viktor begins getting the upper hand, his background helping him out, and cornering Leifi. Viktor begins drilling him with multiple jabs as one again, the numbers appear on the tron and the audience counts down, the buzzer sounding at the end.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Lot of action here in the ring. But who’s gonna come in at number 8?

“This Is My Party” by Fabolous begins to blare out of the speakers as Virgil Isaiah Pryce explodes out through the curtain and quickly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.

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ALEXA CORRA: Ugh, not this guy.

RANDY THE GUY: Virgil Isaiah Pryce...I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

VIP enters the ring and quickly goes after Volkov, hitting him in the back with a punch. This stops Volkov from taking more punches to Maivia and forces him to turn around, eyes widened in anger. VIP looks at Volkov in fear before slowly backing up, asking that Volkov doesn’t do anything to him. Volkov stops in his track and smiles at the young man while VIP just keeps backing up. Unfortunately, it does him no good as Volkov lunges forward and cracks him in the jaw with The Red Hammer!

RANDY THE GUY: DAAAAAAAMN!

Volkov quickly grabs the knocked out VIP by the head and tosses him right over the ropes and to the outside, eliminating him.

ELIMINATED: Virgil Isaiah Pryce (:33)

ALEXA CORRA: THANK YOU, VIKTOR VOLKOV!

BRIAN MASON: And just like that, VIP’s chances of becoming HKW World champion have been crushed!

Volkov turns around, a smirk on his face after he makes his first elimination...only to be met with a boot to the gut from Colton Sterling! Sterling looks ready to go for the Fame Asser, but the sight of Maivia makes his blood boil, so he leaves Volkov alone and goes straight after Maivia! Sterling begins to keep him up in that corner, drilling him with multiple boots to the midsection before grabbing him by the head and pulling him out of the corner. Sterling drills him in the face once with his right knee, but before he can repeat the motion, Volkov grabs him by the hair and yanks him right off of Maivia. Sterling slowly gets to his feet and is immediately grabbed around the midsection before driving Sterling into the corner. Mirage slowly gets to his feet as well, but see Maivia towards the ropes and heads for him. He grabs the big man’s jacket vest and uses it to push him over the ropes, but the big man holds on. Suddenly, the numbers begin to count down again and the buzzer sounds off.

BUZZ!

ALEXA CORRA: I hope it’s Tanner Sands at number 9!

“Glam” by Christina Aguilera begins to play as Kaysie Sherell makes her way through the curtain and jogs down the ramp.

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RANDY THE GUY: BOOBS!

BRIAN MASON: ...Someone please get Randy a McRib or something.

Kaysie slides into the ring and hits Mirage from behind before pulling him off of Leifi and irish whipping him into the nearest corner. She follows it up by running towards the corner and drilling Mirage with a forearm smash before grabbing his legs and attempting to throw him over the top rope and out, though Mirage just holds on. Meanwhile, Viktor continues to pummel down on Colton in the corner, eventually getting him down to the point where he could place his boot right on Colton’s neck and attempt to choke the young man out. But, Leifi comes from right behind Viktor and headbutts him on the back of the head before tossing him away from Colton. Leifi then begins where Viktor left off and presses his own boot against Colton’s throat. On the other side, Mirage has managed to rake Kaysie right in the eyes forcing her to back away from him.

Mirage takes down Kaysie with a clothesline before climbing atop of her and beginning to rain down with fists on her. On the other side, Viktor has finally gotten to his feet and he immediately goes after Leifi, yanking him away from Colton. The two men face off for another staredown before Leifi rakes Viktor’s eyes, blinding the man before lifting the Russian up and going to drop him onto the mat with a thud. But, Leifi decides to taunt the fans a bit too much and does a bit of a slow spin before Colton Sterling drills him in the face with a bicycle kick! The move causes Colton to drop back down onto the mat and stuns Leifi long enough for Viktor to slide behind him before shoving him up against the ropes and grabbing his left leg to throw him out. Mirage quickly joins him in the attempt and Kaysie joins as well before they manage to get Leifi over the top rope and onto the apron before the three manage to shove Leifi off of the apron and onto the ground!

ELIMINATED: Leifi Maivia (4:17)

BRIAN MASON: THAT’S TWO RIP MEMBERS GONE!

ALEXA CORRA: Relax, Mason. There’s still two more Reapers in this and Felicity Banks is in this still too.

The numbers slowly begin to countdown as all four remaining wrestlers in the ring find themselves a corner and stare each other down, Sterling just now helping himself to his feet. When the time runs out, the same sound blares throughout the arena.

BUZZ!

"Yonkers" by Tyler The Creator blares out as Zakk Lewis steps out through the curtain, a smirk on his face. The audience boos him as loud as possible as he makes his way down the ramp with a bit of a jog.

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BRIAN MASON: And coming in at #10 is a man who has done some disgusting things here lately.

RANDY THE GUY: Look at that dumbass tat on his head though.

Zakk slides into the ring right after Viktor charges forward and begins going after Kaysie Sherell. Mirage and Zakk begin trading blows and Mirage even seems to get the upper hand when he backs Zakk up against the corner. He takes a step back and attempts to charge forward, only for Zakk to duck out of the way at the last second possible, forcing Mirage to hit the corner and slowly stumble backwards, where Zakk leaps up and hits St. Zakk on Mirage, laying him out. This allows Zakk to grab Mirage and get him up to both feet before slowly dumping him over the top rope and right out of the ring!

ELIMINATED: Mirage (7:52)

Zakk brushes off his hands like he just took out the garbage before turning around and checking out the landscape. He sees Colton on the opposite corner, still breathing heavily from the attacks he’s suffered in this match. Zakk makes his way over to the anti-RIP superstar and is met with a boot to the face! Zakk stumbles back and Colton immediately goes after him, drilling him in the face with multiple forearm shots to the face. Colton the irish whips Zakk into the corner before charging forward and drilling him with one last powerful forearm shot. Colton then pulls Zakk out of the corner and hits a snap suplex on him to cheers from the Canadian audience. Meanwhile, Viktor continues to attempt to throw Kaysie out of the ring, her body already on the top turnbuckle and seemingly teetering over. But, Colton comes in and without really meaning to, saves her by drilling Viktor in the back of the knee with a boot before pulling him away from Kaysie and drilling him in the chest with multiple chops, only to be met back with a few knees before lifting him up and slamming him onto the mat with a powerslam. Due to the action in the ring, the audience doesn’t even notice the numbers appearing on the tron and the buzzer sounding off surprises even them.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Who’s coming in at #11?!

"Secret Weapon" by MxPX begins to play and the audience lets out a huge roar of approval! Viktor’s eyes quickly turn to the entranceway as Hunter Werth steps out from behind the curtain and begins racing down to the ring!

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ALEXA CORRA: Oh, great. It’s Hunter Werth.

RANDY THE GUY: Boy, that mofo looks pissed.

Hunter quickly slides into the ring and Viktor almost immediately comes after him. But Hunter catches him with an enziguri as soon as he closes in! Viktor drops to the mat and Hunter quickly gets to his feet before Kaysie comes rushing in at him, only for Hunter to take her head off with a clothesline! Kaysie drops to the mat, but Hunter quickly grabs her by the head, gets to her feet and quickly throws her over the ropes and out onto the ground!

ELIMINATED: Kaysie Sherell (3:19)

BRIAN MASON: There goes Kaysie Sherell.

ALEXA CORRA: Well, I’ll be damned. Werth is actually capable of helping himself out.

Hunter quickly turns around and sees Zakk Lewis helping himself up in one corner before charging in and jumping up, raising his knees to connect with the chest of Zakk before tossing him off of the corner and down onto the mat. Colton slowly gets to his feet and Hunter, who seems to be on a mission to take out anyone in his way, kicks Colton right in the midsection before dragging him towards the nearest ropes before attempting to suplex him right out of the ring. But, Colton manages to reverse it well enough to where he can land on his feet on the apron. Hunter turns around and is met with a forearm shot from Colton that sends him stumbling backwards. Colton then pulls himself up and tries to springboard off of the ropes onto Hunter, but Hunter reverses it and nails Colton right in the chest with a chop that sends Colton stumbling back onto the ropes. Once again, Hunter grabs Colton’s legs and attempts to send him over the ropes, only for Viktor to come in and bell clap Hunter’s ears, forcing Hunter to let go of Colton and allowing Viktor to grab Hunter and hit a snap DDT on him! The audience begins to boo as Viktor grabs Colton next and sends him flying across the ring while the numbers count down and the buzzer sounds once more at the end.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Could we see another one of our champions right now at #12?

"This Is Absolution" by Killswitch Engage begins to play and the audience goes absolutely nuts! Zakk Lewis, who has just gotten to his feet and is facing the entranceway, looks shocked as his eyes widen and through the curtain steps out Jesse Lewis!

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RANDY THE GUY: AH SHIT! Here comes big brother Jesse Lewis!

Jesse Lewis makes his way down the ramp with a jog, his eyes locked on Zakk the entire time. Zakk takes a few steps back as everyone is focused on them two and as soon as Jesse slides into the ring, it is on like Donkey Kong. Jesse gets to his feet and he and Zakk begin trading shots before Zakk drills him in the chest with a boot. Zakk runs towards the ropes and bounces right off of the ropes before running towards his older brother, who catches Zakk in the face with a roundhouse kick! The audience pops once more as Jesse grabs his brother and tosses him right out of the ring and down to the ground!

ELIMINATED: Zakk Lewis (3:32)

BRIAN MASON: There goes Zakk Lewis!

Jesse Lewis then hops over the ropes onto the apron before stepping down and eliminating himself to boos from the audience.

ELIMINATED: Jesse Lewis (:36)

ALEXA CORRA: What the fuck did he just do that for?

RANDY THE GUY: You think that Jesse really want this title? Hell nah.

Jesse then waits for his brother to slowly get up before he drills his brother in the face with Z-Faced! The audience lets out another pop as Jesse kneels down near his brother and whispers something to him before getting up and walking away from the ring and to the backstage. Meanwhile, in the ring, Viktor continues to pound away at Colton in the corner with multiple fists to the rib cage before drilling him on the head with a headbutt, forcing him to drop to the mat. Viktor then turns his attention to Hunter, who is slowly getting up to both feet before he grabs the young man, places his head between his legs and lifts him up into a pre-piledriver position, before dropping down and nailing a sitdown piledriver on Hunter! Viktor slowly gets to his feet and lets out a roar as his only foes at the moment are both laid out, and the numbers on the tron are appearing once more and beginning to count down. Viktor’s attention is caught by this and he waits for the buzzer to sound.

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BRIAN MASON: And #13 is...

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'Murked Out' by Brougham now begins to blare throughout the arena as the audience lets out a nice pop. Eddie Ramirez steps out through the curtain and begins jogging down the ramp, staring at Volkov.

ALEXA CORRA: Hunter Werth is one lucky bastard. Here comes his tag team partner!

RANDY THE GUY: We about to have a boxing match right now or some shit?

Ramirez slides into the ring and gets to his feet before getting in a fist fight with Volkov. Luckily, Ramirez is not only faster, but has spent much less time in this ring as he manages to duck some of Volkov’s shots before catching him in the gut with a right fist, keeling Volkov over. Ramirez takes a step back before drilling Volkov in the face with a running knee lift, actually managing to bring the big man right on down! Ramirez seems to be fired up as he waits for Sterling to get up to his feet and turn around before he drills him right in the gut and hooks both of his arms. The audience cheers as they know what’s coming next when he lifts up and sends Sterling down to the mat with a double underhook suplex. Sterling writhes in pain as Ramirez gets to his feet and walks over to his tag team partner, Hunter Werth, and slowly helps himself up.

Werth accepts his friend’s hand and the two nods head before they each go and attack one of the remaining competitors. Werth stomps away at Volkov, while Ramirez grabs Sterling and slowly gets him to his feet. Ramirez then charges forward and attempts to throw Sterling over the ropes, which he succeeds at doing so, but Sterling falls down onto the apron and holds onto the bottom rope. Ramirez, wanting to get his first elimination, quickly places his right boot by Sterling’s rib cage and attempts shoving the young man off of the apron and down to the ground. But he doesn’t budge, which forces Ramirez to call Werth over to help him out. Werth stops stomping away at Volkov and quickly heads over to help Ramirez, attempting to shove Sterling off, but Sterling just holds onto the damn rope like a spider monkey. While the two continue to attempt to shove Sterling off of the apron, the numbers appear on the tron once more and the buzzer sounds once the numbers disappear.

BRIAN MASON: Who’s number 14?!

“Sinister Kid” by The Black Keys begins to play as the audience begins booing Chopz as soon as he steps out through the curtain. He begins his jog down to the ring, Hunter Werth and Eddie Ramirez quickly pulling away from Sterling and preparing for Chopz instead.

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ALEXA CORRA: What is this bullshit? How do all four RIP members come out before we even get 15 entries?

RANDY THE GUY: #BlameBB.

Before Chopz can enter the ring, Viktor drills Eddie from behind and begins to mount on top of him before attempting to pound away, only for Hunter to grab Viktor and pull him off of Eddie. Hunter manages to drill Viktor with a series of forearm shots that has him up against the ropes. Chopz enters the ring and continues where Eddie and Hunter left off by trying to push one of his newer enemies, Colton, off of the apron and onto the ground. Eddie gets to his feet and both he and Hunter grab one of Viktor’s legs before tossing him over the rope and out of the ring for an elimination!

ELIMINATED: Viktor Volkov (17:05)

BRIAN MASON: There goes Viktor Volkov!

RANDY THE GUY: He was in there for quite some time though.

Hunter and Eddie slap hands before turning their attention to Chopz, who does not know that they have done so. Hunter drills Chopz in the back when walks back over and Eddie quickly turns him around. The two tag team partner and friends each drive a boot into Chopz’s midsection before lifting him up and dropping him onto his back with a double team suplex! Colton slowly rolls back into the ring, but once he gets to his feet, Eddie’s there and ready to take him down again as he drives his boot into Colton’s midsection before lifting him up and holding him up in the air, the audience cheering the sheer strength that takes. After a few seconds, Eddie drops down and drops Colton right on his head, connecting with a brainbuster. When Eddie gets to his feet, he looks at Hunter once more and the two quickly head over to Chopz and slowly get him to his feet, only for Chopz to rake the eyes of Hunter, forcing him to back off, before shoving Eddie off. Eddie tries to go after Chopz, but he catches Eddie with a lariat! The time begins to count down and the buzzer sounds off once more as Chopz lets out a roar.

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ALEXA CORRA: Here’s hoping the next person doesn’t leave me yawning!

“I Am The Walrus” by The Beatles begins to blare throughout the arena, confusing the shit out of the Canadian fans, as Aries Armadaist exits through the curtains and makes his way down to the ring to a rather surprising cheer from his home country.

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BRIAN MASON: And Aries Armadaist is coming in at #15! This should be interesting!

RANDY THE GUY: HE BETTER NOT HAVE EATEN ONE OF MAH BOY’S TWINKIES AGAIN!

Aries quickly slides into the ring and tackles Hunter Werth to the ground before drilling him in the face with a couple of punches. Meanwhile, Chopz walks over to Colton and pulls him up to both feet by the hair. But, Colton catches him with a hard right hand to the gut, slightly keeling him over. Colton then hooks Chopz’s head and seems to be ready to go for a DDT, only for Chopz to lift him up while Colton keeps his head hooked. He manages to drop Colton over the ropes, but Colton lands on the apron on both feet and begins to try and pull Chopz over the ropes and take him out of this match. Aries has stopped beating on Hunter and quickly walks over and grabs one of Chopz’s legs, looking to help Colton. Hunter quickly shakes off the fists and sees the predicament Chopz has found himself in before making his way over and grabbing Chopz’s other leg. Eventually, the three men are able to get Chopz over the top rope and out of the ring and down onto the ground, signaling another elimination!

ELIMINATED: Chopz (2:14)

BRIAN MASON: Well, that’s a VERY short night here for RIP!

ALEXA CORRA: Ugh. Bullshit.

Aries now turns his attention to Colton and almost catches the young man off guard as he tries to push him off of the apron with his right boot, only for Colton to grab the ropes at the last second. This attempt does not last long as Hunter grabs Aries and begins drilling him with forearm smashes into the corner. Aries tries to put his guard up, but after a few forearm shots, he takes a step back and looks out at the audience before nodding his head. He then charges into the corner, only for Aries to arch his back before sending Hunter over the ropes...but Hunter lands on the apron. When Aries turns around, he is met with a shot to the face that forces him to stumble backwards. Meanwhile, Colton has gotten back into the ring and is waiting for Eddie to get to his feet before catching him with a roundhouse kick. The numbers begin to appear and count down on the tron before the buzzer sounds again.

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BRIAN MASON: Who’s number 16?!

The David Guetta song “Sexy Bitch” begins playing and the audience just remains silent as Prince MacRear makes his way out of the curtain and jogs down to the ring.

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ALEXA CORRA: Oh, God...

MacRear slides into the ring and as soon as he gets to his feet, is clotheslined by Armadaist over the ropes and right out of the ring, to the ground, for the quick elimination to laughter from the audience!

ELIMINATED: Prince MacRear (:03)

RANDY THE GUY: Well, there goes the fairy.

BRIAN MASON: RANDY!

ALEXA CORRA: BWAHAHAHAHAHA. MacRear MacSucks.

Aries turns around and sees Hunter has stepped back into the ring and the two slowly meet up in the ring before beginning to trade shots. After a few shots trade off between the two, Aries tackles Hunter to the ground and the two roll under the ropes and under the ring as they keep fighting. Colton looks at the almost cartoon-like wrestling and chuckles before turning his attention back to Eddie. He grabs El Ladron by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet, looking to eliminate him, only for Eddie to reverse it and send Colton over the ropes. But, Colton lands back first onto the apron. Once again, Eddie attempts to shove Colton off of the apron and out onto the ground. Meanwhile, Hunter and Aries have finally gotten into their feet and are mumbling something to each other. Hunter charges forward, but Aries catches him with the Dick Kick!

RANDY THE GUY: AH SHIT! THE DICK KICK, BRUH!

Hunter falls to the ground, holding the family jewels, as Aries begins cackling like a madman. Aries grabs Hunter and rolls him back into the ring before sliding in himself. The Canadian then grabs the Arizonian’s head and lets out a roar similar to a hawk’s before headbutting Hunter not once...not twice...but FIVE STRAIGHT TIMES. Hunter’s forehead is semi-busted, a little cut trickling out blood on it, while Aries’s rock-like forehead seems unscathed. Eddie has stopped trying to eliminate Colton and has instead turned his attention to Aries, motioning for the Canadian to get to his feet as he stands behind him. Aries finally gets to his feet and turns around when Eddie drills him right in the knee with his boot. Aries drops to a knee and Eddie smirks before he goes running towards the ropes to the left of Aries, looking to go for Grand Theft Uno, only for Aries to drill him with a lariat before lifting him up and dropping him with a cradle piledriver. Aries gets to his feet and grabs Eddie by the head, looking to end this right now, but the numbers appearing on the tron distract him. The buzzer finally sounds and Aries just continues staring as he waits for the next person to join this fray.

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“Everybody Loves Me” - OneRepublic begins to play and the audience begins booing before Brian Gun can even step out from behind the curtain. Once he does so, the smug newcomer begins making a slowly jog down to the ring.

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BRIAN MASON: Oh, great. Look who is one of our surprise entrants.

ALEXA CORRA: I thought this fool would get suspended. BB was pissed when I clocked that fat guy.

RANDY THE GUY: I’M NOT FAT. I’M HUSKY.

Brian Gun reaches the ring...but stops right in his tracks and flashes the opponents in the ring a smirk before backing away from the ring and deciding to circle the ring instead. Armadaist just shrugs it off as he picks up Ramirez and tries to dump him over the rope, only for Ramirez to land on his back on the apron. Armadaist tries to do what many have been trying when their foe is on the apron like that and attempts to shove him right off with both boots planted on his side. But, Sterling walks over and grabs Armadaist by the back of his trunks before pulling him backwards, allowing Sterling to drive his knee into Armadaist’s back. Sterling the proceeds to grab Armadaist’s head and hit a DDT on him before springing up to his feet and preparing for Werth to get to his feet...only for Brian Gun to hit him from behind and knock him to the mat!

The audience boos as Brian Gun begins putting the boots to Sterling, the young man out of Tampa trying to do anything to avoid getting a boot planted on him. But, it’s only because of Werth that that barrage of stomps stops. Gun sees Werth slowly getting to his feet and quickly charges at him before catching him on the side of the head with his boot, connecting with a step up enziguri! Werth drops to the ground as Gun gets to his feet and begins to taunt the fans, who just boo him back in response. When he turns around, he sees Ramirez slowly getting to his feet and walks over to him before grabbing him by the head...only to be suckered in as Ramirez slaps his hands away before chopping him repeatedly on the chest! Gun lets out groans of pain as Ramirez seems to be getting the upper hand, only for Gun to poke him right in the eye, blinding him. Gun then kicks him in the gut before grabbing his neck and hit him with a swinging neckbreaker. As Gun gets to his feet, the numbers that count down appear on the tron and the buzzer sounds when it reaches zero.

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BRIAN MASON: And number 18 is...

“Phenomena” – Yeah Yeah Yeahs begins to play as the audience lets out a nice pop. Salem Cartier steps through the curtain, waving and smiling at the audience before making a beeline down to the ring.

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ALEXA CORRA: I actually like Salem, so no bitchy comment from me.

RANDY THE GUY: The apocalypse about to start? Shit.

Salem slides into the ring and dodges an oncoming clothesline by Brian. She waits for him to turn around before nailing him in the chest with a dropkick that sends him falling to the mat. Hunter has finally gotten to his feet and attempts a clothesline of his own against Salem, but she ducks that one as well. Salem runs to the ropes and springboards off of them just as Hunter turns around before nailing him with her elbow, knocking Hunter onto the mat, connecting with a springboard back elbow! She quickly gets to her feet and tries to hype the audience up, getting a pretty solid reaction from the audience. Of course, that ends rather abruptly as Aries charges forward and leaps up, connecting with a running leaping headbutt as his head crashes into Salem’s head! Aries gets to his feet and begins slapping his cranium and chuckling, obviously proud of all DEM HEADBUTTS.

Aries sees Colton Sterling slowly get to his feet and grabs the young man by the head before driving multiple, fastly repeating knees to the abdomen of Colton. Colton lets out groans of pain and once Aries lets him go, he falls to his knees, holding his rib cage and cursing under his breath. Aries takes a few steps back and looks ready to go for the Skidmark Wizard as he charges towards Colton, only for Eddie to come in and kick him right in the midsection before grabbing the Canadian and lifting him up before planting him with a t-bone suplex! But, once Eddie gets to his feet, Brian comes in out of nowhere, grabs Eddie’s neck and raises up his knees before connecting with Headshot. Eddie writhes around in pain as Brian gets to his feet and smirks, only to be turned around and grabbed around the waist by Hunter Werth, who hits a belly to belly suplex that sends him flying almost across the ring. As Hunter gets to his feet, the numbers once again appear on the tron and we get that same buzzer sounding off at the end of it.

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RANDY THE GUY: My boy Tanner better be number 30, not 19!

"Asshole" by Eminem ft. Skylar Grey plays throughout the arena and Joey Miles steps out through the curtain before running down the ramp and towards the ring.

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BRIAN MASON: And here comes someone who came pretty close to becoming Cyber champion! Joey Miles!

ALEXA CORRA: What a fucking goof.

Joey Miles slides into the ring and is quickly met with a short arm clothesline by Hunter Werth! Miles quickly squirms away from Werth as the young man decides to change his attention onto someone else. Werth grabs Cartier off of the mat and irish whips her into the corner, her back hitting the corner hard. She leans up against the corner and takes deep breaths as Werth charges over and goes to drive both his knees into her chest, only for Cartier to duck out of the way. When Werth turns around, he is met with Cartier’s knee, the female Canadian connecting with a spinning discus knee! Werth falls to the mat, holding his jaw. Miles, on the other side, slowly gets to his feet by using the ropes. Armadaist notices this and after shaking off his attack, charges forward...only for Miles to duck down and hold the rope, forcing Armadaist to soar over it and fall to the ground for an elimination!

ELIMINATED: Aries Armadaist (6:46)

The audience can’t believe it as Joey gets to his feet and just shrugs his shoulders, only to turn around and be met with a kick to the gut from Colton Sterling, who then proceeds to lift him up and drop him onto his back with a suplex. When Colton gets to his feet, so do Brian Gun and Eddie Ramirez, four of the competitors now up to both feet. They quickly split up in pairs as Brian and Salem begin fighting into one corner and Colton and Eddie fight into another. Brian gets Salem into one corner and attempts to throw her over the ropes by grabbing her legs and lifting them up, while Colton just corners Eddie and begins kneeing him in the rib cage. Eddie quickly reverses it and gets Colton up in the corner before grabbing his legs and attempting to throw him over. Salem is able to kick away at Brian as the numbers flash on the tron again and the buzzer sounds off when it hits 0.

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BRIAN MASON: Who is coming in at #20?

“Going Under” by Evanescence is now being heard over the speakers as Kanna Haroshi steps out through the curtain and makes her way down the ramp with a fast jog.

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ALEXA CORRA: That’s one big girl.

As soon as Kanna enters the ring, she grabs Eddie by the back of the head and tosses him backwards before going to work on Colton with multiple kicks to the chest. Eddie falls to the mat, but quickly rolls to his feet, but when he tries to go after Kanna, he is grabbed from behind by Brian Gun, who turns him around and throws him over the rope and out of the ring!

ELIMINATED: Eddie Ramirez (10:42)

Brian and Salem go back to trading fists leading up to Brian in the corner, Kanna continues to nail Colton in the chest with stiff martial arts kicks in the other corner, and Hunter and Miles slowly get to their feet and Hunter quickly tackles Joey and sends him into the corner. He begins to attempt to throw Joey out by grabbing his legs, but Joey holds on for dear life. With Salem and Brian, Brian seems to have gotten the upper hand and is trying to take Salem out of the ring. And with Kanna and Colton, Kanna is pulling the young man out of the corner and takes a step back from Colton before leaping up and driving both of her knees into the face of Colton, knocking the young man down. She then grabs Colton and attempts to throw him over the top rope, only for Colton to hold onto the top rope, keeping his feet only inches away from the ground. Hunter is still trying to shove out Joey and Brian is trying to do the same to Salem. Kanna tries to pull away at Colton’s fingers, trying to get him to release the ropes and fall to the ground.

But, thanks to Salem being able to kick Brian away once more, she is able to hit Brian with a rolling wheel kick, knocking Brian down onto the mat. She then charges forward and drives both of her knees into Kanna’s back, forcing Kanna to stop trying to pull at Colton’s fingers. Salem grabs Kanna by the head and takes her away from Colton, allowing him to pull himself back into the ring as the numbers flash and the buzzer sounds once more.

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RANDY THE GUY: Ay, it better not be any of them racists.

"Riot Time" by Powerman 5000 blares throughout the arena and the audience lets out a huge pop! Jinzai explodes through the curtain and goes running as fast as possible towards the ring as the audience cheers him on!

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BRIAN MASON: Here comes Jinzai! Can he pull this off?!

Jinzai quickly slides into the ring and goes after Salem, grabbing her by the head and tossing her over the ropes. She falls on her back onto the apron and Jinzai immediately starts pushing her off of the apron, but she holds on. Brian Gun has managed to recover and hits Jinzai from behind before deciding to grab his hair and pull him away from Salem. This angers a recovered Kanna who charges forward and drills him with a yakuza kick! Brian drops to the ground and she grabs Brian by the head, Jinzai helping her. The two smile each other as they each have a hold of Brian before they toss him over the top rope and down to the ground!

ELIMINATED: Brian Gun (6:33)

Jinzai and Kanna smile at each other once more before deciding to break apart and do something else. Kanna heads off to the corner where Hunter is still trying to throw off Joey and grabs Hunter by the trunks, pulling him away before drilling him in the back of the head with a forearm smash that sends him slumping to the ground. Jinzai goes back to trying to shove Salem off of the apron and down to the ground, but she holds onto the apron as hard as she possibly can. Kanna goes stomping away on Hunter’s body and he just tries to go into sort of a defensive position. Meanwhile, Joey is yelling at the ring announcers, asking for water. But, this just makes him another target for Kanna, who kicks him in the midsection before picking him up and putting him into a powerbomb position. She tries to powerbomb him out of the ring, but he just punches her on the head, forcing her to step back, but still drop him onto the ground with a sit down powerbomb! The numbers appear on the tron once more and we get that sweet buzzer sound again.

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BRIAN MASON: Who’s next? Who’s gonna add more mayhem to this match?

“We Are Young” by 3oh!3 begins playing throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen steps out from behind the curtain and begins a jog down to the ring.

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ALEXA CORRA: YAWN.

As soon as Jaxon slides into the ring, Kanna goes back to Hunter, who is on all fours, and kicks him in the rib cage. Jaxon quickly checks on Colton, who is slowly helping himself up, and checks on him. Colton tells him something and he nods his head before turning around and trying to find his target. When he sees Joey slowly getting to his feet, Jaxon moves towards him, grabs his head, and throws him right over the top rope and out of the ring for an elimination!

ELIMINATED: Joey Miles (4:55)

Jaxon then moves on and begins going after Kanna as the two share a staredown. The two trade shots and eventually, Jaxon begins overpowering her and seems to be getting her close into the corner, only for Jinzai to grab him from behind and pull him by his hair. Jinzai then shoves Jaxon backwards and the two share a staredown themselves. Jaxon says something, then Jinzai responds. It seems like nothing else is happening in the ring (Salem’s down, Hunter’s down, Colton’s still recovering, and so is Kanna). The two seem to spend almost thirty seconds going back and forth before they have enough and begin trading blows. Jaxon, being the bigger one of the two, throws Jinzai into the corner and begins nailing him in the face with lefts and rights repeatedly. Kanna tries to go after Jaxon so as to stop him from hurting her boyfriend, but Colton cuts her off when he runs up from behind her, grabs her head, and plants her onto the mat with a bulldog. Salem and Hunter are now slowly helping themselves up as the time begins ticking down on the tron and the buzzer sounds off for the 21st time.

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ALEXA CORRA: Please let it be Tanner Sands. Please let it be Tanner Sands.

“Blackout” by Breathe Carolina begins to play and Tanner Sands steps out from behind the curtain, wearing that trademark bowtie of his. He takes sort of a casual walk down to the ring while finishing up the twinkie he has in his right hand.

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ALEXA CORRA: YES!

RANDY THE GUY: My boy Tanner coming in at #23? Shiiit, that’s a winner’s number right there. #MichaelJordan.

When Tanner finally enters the ring, he and Colton sterling go at it, eventually tackling one another to the ground and rolling out of the ring, where they continue to trade blows. Hunter Werth has finally gotten to his feet and has walked over to begin helping Jaxon try and throw out Jinzai. Meanwhile, Salem has gotten to her feet and is measuring up Kanna, who is slowly getting to hers. When Salem charges forward, she leaps up, wrapping her legs around Kanna’s neck and attempting a hurricarana, only for Kanna to strongly hold on and reverse it into another powerbomb! Salem slowly rolls away from Kanna as both women stay down, though Kanna is on all fours. Colton and Tanner have finally gotten up to both feet as Tanner is now running away from Colton, who begins chasing him. And Jinzai has begun fighting back, kicking away Hunter before headbutting Jaxon, which makes the tag team champion stumble back, but forces Jinzai to rub his forehead too as the impact hurt him as well.

Jinzai finally gets away from the corner and hits Hunter with a dropkick that knocks the Arizonian to the mat. He quickly turns around and is met with a nasty lariat from Jaxon Queen, turning him inside out! But, Kanna sees this and is immediately irritated as she runs forward and catches Jaxon in the back of the head with both knees when she leaps up, sending him launching forward through the middle and top rope and out of the ring. Meanwhile, Tanner is still running away from Colton before he slides into the ring and hits Kanna from behind, knocking her down to a knee. He quickly slides underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring as Colton makes one dive to try and grab him, but misses. Colton gets to his feet and shouts at Tanner, who leans up against the barricade and chuckles. From behind Colton, Kanna has risen to both feet once more and seems really pissed off as she waits for Colton to turn around before taking his head off with a buzzsaw kick, which she has named “Kanobo”! Colton falls to the ground and Kanna gets on top of him as she begins to wail on him. The numbers flash on the tron again and the for the 22nd time, the buzzer is heard.

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RANDY THE GUY: Who’s number 24? AKA, who gonna get thrown out by DA CYBER GOD?

"Pool of Fears" by Scars of Life begins to play as a hyped up Drew Thornton makes his way from behind the curtain and hauls ass down the ramp.

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BRIAN MASON: And here comes Drew Thornton!

Drew quickly slides into the ring and goes after the first person he sees, Hunter Werth. He begins driving multiple fists anywhere he can put them, eventually backing up Hunter into a corner. Salem has gotten to her feet and immediately runs over and kicks Kanna in the back of the head, forcing her to stop beating on Colton. Kanna stares a hole through Salem as she slowly gets to her feet and charges over at Salem, who quickly dodges her. They play a game of cat and mouse in the ring, while Tanner Sands grabs Jaxon Queen and throws him up against the barricade. Jinzai is slowly getting to his feet and Salem is finally caught when Kanna grabs her by the hair and tosses her backwards. Before Salem can get to her feet, Kanna grabs her and hits a piledriver on her where she stands. Tanner Sands enters the ring and quickly catches Jinzai in the jaw with a european uppercut that knocks him down. Kanna sees this, but Tanner quickly grabs Jinzai and threatens to toss him over as he leans him up against the ropes.

Kanna stops in her tracks, almost seeming helpless. Tanner motions for her to exit the ring and eliminate herself and Kanna seems almost hesitant to do so. But when Tanner tilts Jinzai a bit over, she quickly heads towards the nearest ropes and hops over them, landing on her feet on the apron. She seems ready to jump off when Tanner tells her to stop. He lets go of Jinzai....then runs forward and spears Kanna in the midsection, sending her falling to the floor and getting eliminated!

ELIMINATED: Kanna Haroshi (6:58)

When Tanner turns around and is met with a European uppercut from Drew that absolutely floors him! The audience lets out a huge pop as Colton slowly gets to his feet and Drew begins measuring him up before he turns him around and lifts him up on his shoulders, only for Hunter to grab Drew from behind from around the waist, forcing Drew to drop Colton and drive a back elbow onto Hunter’s face. The two turn to each other and begin trading jabs as the time begins to count down once more and the buzzer sounds off.

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BRIAN MASON: Who’s #25 gonna be?

Hollywood Undead - “We Are” begins to blare through the speakers around the arena as the audience lets out a nice pop. Michael Alexander steps out through the curtain and begins making his way down to the ring, jogging.

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RANDY THE GUY: Ah, shit. Both them Super Saiyans and both them Future Shock boys are up in this bitch. Somebody better fuck up somebody!

Michael slides in and immediately goes after Colton, who has just gotten to his feet. He grabs Colton’s legs and begins to try and throw him over the ropes, but seems to struggle doing so as Colton keeps his arms wrapped around the top rope. Meanwhile, Drew Thornton has Hunter backed up into a corner and Salem Cartier, who has just gotten to her feet, has made her way to that corner and is trying to help Drew throw Hunter over. On the other side of the ring, Jaxon Queen finally makes his way back into the ring and grabs Michael Alexander, turns him around, and clotheslines him. When he turns around, he is met with a boot to the gut from Jinzai, who has gotten up to his feet as well. Jinzai grabs Jaxon’s head, looking to go for a DDT, but Jaxon uses his weight advantage to lift up Jinzai and get him over the top rope before Jinzai lands on his feet on the apron. Jaxon pulls away from Jinzai’s DDT hold and looks ready to swing, but instead turns around to see Michael Alexander charging at him. Michael looks like he’s about to try and spear Jaxon, but Jax moves out of the way, causing Michael to spear and thus knock to the ground, his tag team partner, Jinzai.

ELIMINATED: Jinzai (6:53)

Michael looks at Jinzai, who is holding his midsection, in absolute shock. Jaxon begins to chuckle a bit before getting turned around by Salem Cartier, who kicks him right in the midsection before planting him onto the mat with a DDT. Michael quickly regains his composure and makes his way over to Colton before getting planted in the face with a bicycle kick! Michael falls to the mat and Salem comes running forward, only to get hit with a bicycle kick as well! Drew then makes his attempt, but its the same fate for him as he gets a boot to the face and his very own bicycle kick. The final bicycle kick before the buzzer sounds off happens when Hunter stumbles out of his corner and Colton drives his boot right into Hunter’s jaw!

BRIAN MASON: BICYCLE KICKAMANIA!

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ALEXA CORRA: Let’s see who’s next before Mason creams himself..

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Dappy’s "Fuck Them" begins to play throughout the arena as Dino Gatti steps out from behind the curtain and immediately begins talking to himself, hyping himself up, before charging down to the ring.

RANDY THE GUY: DAT BOY DINO AT #26? Not bad, motherfucker. Not bad.

Dino slides into the ring and immediately goes after Colton as the two begin trading fists. Eventually, Dino kicks at the right knee of Colton, forcing it to buckle down on him. This allows Dino to kill Colton’s momentum before he grabs Colton’s head and plants him onto the mat with a DDT. Dino then walks over to Hunter Werth and slowly picks him up to both feet before attempting to toss him over the top rope, only for Hunter to land on the apron with his back. Dino then begins what many more have done in this match and attempts to shove Hunter off. Meanwhile, Jaxon is slowly getting to his feet and just ahead of him, with his back turned to Jaxon, Michael is slowly getting to his feet. Once Michael is up to both feet, Jaxon moves in, grabs Michael’s right arm from in front of him, turns him around, and lariats his head off with Jaxed! The audience lets out a huge pop at the move being performed as Jaxon then grabs Michael and throws him over the top rope and out of the ring for an elimination!

ELIMINATED: Michael Alexander (2:18)

Jaxon then sees Drew Thornton has helped himself up using the ropes near him and quickly heads towards him. He grabs Drew’s right arm and tries to pull him away from the ropes to go for an irish whip, but Drew doesn’t budge. Instead, the two lock eyes for a few seconds before Drew pulls him in, lowers his shoulder, and sends Jaxon catapulting into the air and over the top rope before he lands on the ground without any real damage.

ELIMINATED: Jaxon Queen (7:02)

Tanner Sands (who we seem to have no idea where he was <_<) comes charging in out of nowhere and grabs Drew’s legs before tilting him over and attempting to eliminate him. But, Drew holds on. Dino continues to try and eliminate Hunter, while Salem and Colton are slowly getting to their feet. Salem gets to her feet first and walks over to where Tanner is before pulling the back of his hair and pulling him right off of Drew. She then nails him in the jaw with a right handed punch that sends him reeling backwards into a corner. Colton just gets to his feet as the numbers appear on the tron before deciding to go after Drew, attempting to eliminate him as he grabs his legs. The buzzer sounds and almost everybody stops what they are doing to see who’s next.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Lots of action going on in that ring! Who’s joins this group next?

Robb Bank$ - "Looks Like Basquiat" begins to play as Banksquiat exits through the curtain and begins going down the ramp as fast as possible.

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RANDY THE GUY: Ah, shit. My boy Banksquiat.

ALEXA CORRA: He looks like he hasn’t showered in days.

Banksquiat slides into the ring and immediately goes over to where Colton and Drew are and begins helping Colton. While both men attempt to eliminate Drew, Salem has Tanner up in the corner and takes a step back before charging forward and driving her knee into Tanner’s jaw. She then pulls Tanner off of the corner and slowly begins climbing the turnbuckles. When she gets to the top, Salem begins wobbling a little and tries to maintain balance, but the few seconds seem to be enough for Tanner to shake off the knee to the jaw before he pushes Salem and sends her flying into the air...ONLY FOR SALEM TO LAND ON TOP OF THE BARRICADE! Her midsection connects with the top of the barricade, but her legs are still inches away from touching the ground. Tanner Sands absolutely can’t believe it, but Dino Gatti comes from right behind him as he leans up against the ropes before grabbing Tanner’s legs and sending him over the rope and out of the ring for the elimination!

ELIMINATED: Tanner Sands (6:43)

RANDY THE GUY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Tanner looks at Dino in the ring and shakes his head before going over to where Salem is and looking to ruin her chances of winning this thing. Unfortunately for Tanner, Salem has managed to find her balance and is more or less straddling the barricade. Tanner attempts to pimp slap Salem, but she blocks it and punches him in the face. Tanner stumbles and looks even more heated, but the two refs outside begin to push Tanner away. In the ring, Dino walks back over to Hunter and begins stomping away at him while Colton and Banksquiat continue to try and eliminate Drew, only for Drew to begin fighting back. Salem slowly helps herself up on the barricade, teetering as she has both of her legs on top of the barricade before she grabs one of the referees and hops onto his back. The ref seems to be in shock that the female superstar has jumped on his back, but she just yells at him to get her over to the apron, which he ends up doing. She safely gets on the apron and kisses the ref on the cheek before sliding back into the ring as the buzzer sounds once more, the fans far too focused on Salem and what she was about to do.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: Number 28 is...

“I Want It All” by Down With Webster begins to pla. The audience, not knowing who the song belongs to, all turn their heads to the entranceway to see who appears there. The curtain opens up and out comes...

ALEXA CORRA: Is that...?

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! I KNOW WHO THIS IS! IT’S JACKSON STRONG!

Jackson Strong quickly heads down the ramp and towards the ring, not paying the fans any mind, just focusing on the ring and the opponents.

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Jackson slides into the ring and immediately goes after Dino, hitting him with multiple lefts and rights as he backs him up into the corner. Jackson then grabs Dino around the waist and sends him flying with a belly to belly suplex to cheers from the audience. Salem walks over to Hunter and slowly gets him up to both feet, only for Hunter to lift her up and drive her into the nearest corner before driving his shoulder into her midsection. Drew begins fighting off Colton and Banksquiat, eventually getting the breathing room he needed, only for Jackson Strong to come rushing in and dropkick Drew over the top rope and out of the ring for the elimination!

ELIMINATED: Drew Thornton (6:34)

Jackson then moves over towards Banksquiat and grabs him from behind before hitting a German suplex. Colton attempts a roundhouse, but Jackson catches it before spinning Colton around, driving his boot into the young man’s midsection, and driving his knee right into Colton’s face, laying him out. Jackson seems to be fired up as he walks over to where Salem is at and helps her grab Hunter Werth before double team suplexing him. When the two get back to both feet at the same time, they look at the carnage around them before locking up with one another. Jackson pushes Salem up against the ropes and begins his attempt to eliminate her as the numbers begin flashing again and the buzzer sounds.

BUZZ!

ALEXA CORRA: Only two more people left, Mason! You know who one of them is!

"The Angle" by The Core begins to play and the audience lets out a huge pop as Xavier Asher Daniels steps out through the curtains and goes as fast as possible down to the ring.

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BRIAN MASON: Xavier Asher Daniels in at #29!

RANDY THE GUY: That knee still looking bad as hell though. Dude should’ve just given his spot to someone else.

Xavier quickly slides into the ring and waits for Dino to get to his feet before he charges forward and clotheslines Dino over the top rope and out of the ring for the quick elimination!

ELIMINATED: Dino Gatti (4:41)

Xavier turns around and is met by Banksquiat, who drives him into the corner and begins to try and eliminated Xavier. Salem and Jackson are now trading shots before Jackson pushes her up against the ropes once more and attempts to throw her off yet again, but she holds on as hard as possible. Colton slowly gets to his feet, but is met with a boot to the midsection by Hunter, who then hits a snap suplex on him. Hunter quickly gets to his feet and grabs Banksquiat, sort of saving XAD from elimination before lifting up Bansquiat and hitting a scoop slam on him. Hunter then gets to his feet and pulls Xavier out of the corner by grabbing his arm before taking him down with a short arm clothesline.

Hunter, obviously fired up, walks over to Jackson Strong and pulls him off of of Salem and forearm smashes the back of his head, knocking him to a knee. Hunter then runs towards the ropes Jackson is facing, springboard off of them, does a 180 turn, and drives his forearm into Jackson’s face as soon as he gets up to both feet, connecting with a springboard forearm smash! Hunter notices Salem is down to a knee and he quickly grabs her before hitting a swinging neckbreaker on her as well, laying her out with the rest of them. Hunter Werth is the last man standing as the tron comes to life once more and the numbers count down and the buzzer sounds off for the final time.

BUZZ!

BRIAN MASON: And we know who this is. And I find it rather odd that her number was kept apart from others’ numbers.

ALEXA CORRA: Shut the fuck up, Mason.

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But, Felicity Banks does not make her way out. Instead, Ina Ina makes her way through the curtain, dressed in her ring gear from earlier on tonight. She makes her way down the ramp and over to the commentator’s table before screaming something at Mason, who then lets everyone else know.

BRIAN MASON: I’m being told that Felicity Banks will not be joining this match as she has suffered an injury?

RANDY THE GUY: L-O-L.

ALEXA CORRA: BOO! This fucking rumble sucks. I’m done with this shit.

Ina finds herself a seat and sits right next to Brian Mason as the action continues in the ring. Hunter goes to grab Jackson Strong, but notices Colton Sterling is getting to his feet, so goes to grab him instead. But, Colton tackles Hunter to the ground and the two begin rolling around and punching one another. XAD is the next person to get to their feet and he sees Hunter and Colton fighting, but doesn’t bother to do anything about it. Instead, he waits for someone to get up to both their feet as he rests up against the corner. While waiting, Xavier sees Ina ringside and really focuses on her as she waves back at him. You can tell that he’s getting angry by the look on his face, which means bad news for Jackson Strong, who has gotten to his knees. Xavier lets out a roar before drilling Jackson in the jaw with the Starkick, laying him right out! Xavier struggles to lift up Jackson, but once he does, he tosses him over the top rope and right out of the ring!

ELIMINATED: Jackson Strong (4:03)

BRIAN MASON: And there goes Jackson Strong! And we are down to 5!

RANDY THE GUY: Fuck it. GO BANKSQUIAT!

ALEXA CORRA: I wish Felicity was in this- what the hell is Ina doing?

Ina slowly rises from her seat, catching Xavier’s attention. He begins shouting at her, telling her to stay back. Colton and Hunter are now up to both feet and are trying to eliminate one another, trading positions after every few seconds up against the ropes. Banksquiat gets to his feet and grabs XAD by the hair before turning him around. He kicks XAD in the gut and tries to suplex him, but XAD catches him in the gut before hooking his head and planting it right onto the mat with a headlock driver! XAD gets to his feet and slowly grabs Banksquiat by the head before Ina gets on top of the apron and begins screaming XAD’s name and insults him while doing so. Xavier lets go of Banksquiat and goes after Ina, but she quickly drops down from the mat and backs away. XAD points to her and slowly steps back and is immediately caught from behind the back of the knee...BY NEON! Neon smirks as XAD holds his knee in pain before she grabs him by the head and tosses him over the ropes, eliminating him from the match!

ELIMINATED: Xavier Asher Daniels (3:16)

BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! Neon?!

ALEXA CORRA: HAHAHAHAHA. Bye bye, XAD!
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Salem, Hunter, and Colton all stop and look as Neon rolls right out of the ring and she and Ina makes their way up the ramp and to the back as one of the refs begins checking on XAD and his knee. Finally, Salem gets to her feet and walks over to where Hunter has proceeded trying to throw Colton and begins helping Hunter. They continue to try and shove him for about ten seconds, but he finally fights back and hits Hunter right in the face, sending him stumbling back. When Hunter turns around, he is met with a crossbody from Banksquiat, who then begins to punch him repeatedly in the head. Colton begins fighting back against Salem before kicking her in the gut and grabbing her head before repeatedly kneeing her in the face. When he notices that she seems to slowly fade away, Colton releases her head and drops her down to the mat.

Banksquiat slowly goes to pick up Hunter, and then goes ahead and tries to throw him out of the ring, only for Hunter to reverse by lifting Banksquiat up and planting him with a spinebuster! Hunter grabs Banksquiat and puts him in a full nelson before dragging him close by towards the ropes, lifting him up, and sending him over the top rope and crashing into the ground as he removes one arm and release the other when sending him over!

ELIMINATED: Banksquiat (7:33)

RANDY THE GUY: FUCK.

BRIAN MASON: And we are now down to 3! Cartier, Werth, and Sterling! One of these three will become the new HKW World champion!

Colton and Hunter look at each other for a second before Colton bends down and picks up Salem by the head. He quickly tosses her over the ropes, but somehow, she lands on her feet. Colton turns his back after he throws her, but when he notices that she’s still standing on the apron, breathing heavily, he charges forward to knock her down, only to be met with a shot to the face that sends him stumbling backwards. Hunter rushes forward and is met with a headbutt from Salem as she fends him off as well. With both of them backwards, Salem takes a deep breath before pulling herself upward, looking to springboard off of the top rope. But, as she gets her feet on the top rope, Hunter lunges forward and moves the rope, sending her falling down and catching her neck onto the rope. Her arms wave around in a wacky fashion as a barely awake Salem tries to keep herself upwards...only for Colton to come up and drive his boot right onto her face with a bicycle kick, sending her falling off the apron and down onto the ground, out cold!

ELIMINATED: Salem Cartier (23:19)

ALEXA CORRA: OH, FUCK NO!

BRIAN MASON: There goes Salem Cartier! We are down to two! Colton Sterling and Hunter Werth! Who’s gonna walk out the champion!

Colton and Hunter now stare at one another as they find themselves in different corners. Both men are breathing heavily, seemingly looking exhausted as both men have gone on in this match for a very long time. Finally, the two nod at one another and begin circling the ring, almost as if this is the start of a regular singles match. The two slowly meet in the center before locking up, only for Hunter to drive his knee into Colton’s gut. Hunter then grabs Colton and quickly lifts him up before dropping him onto his back with a snap suplex! Colton writhes in pain as Hunter slowly gets to his feet and lets out a deep breath before grabbing Colton by the head and slowly tossing him over the rope. Colton lands on his feet on the apron and lets out a deep breath. Hunter nails Colton in the face with a right handed shot, but Colton just keeps holding on to the top rope. Hunter tries it once more, but he gets the same result. Finally, Hunter decides to run towards the opposite ropes, bounce off of them, and attempt to spear Colton, only for the Tampa Bay native to move out of the way at the last second.

BRIAN MASON: That was a miss...

This miss allows Hunter’s head to be past the ropes and wide open for attack and Colton takes it, drilling Hunter in the side of the head with a running knee lift that knocks him back into the ring and out cold! Colton lets out a deep breath as he looks at the fallen Hunter, then points to one of the nearest corners and the audience cheers. Fatigued, Colton slowly makes his way over to the corner and slowly climbs up the turnbuckles before reaching the top. He looks at the Canadian audience for a second before nodding his head and leaping off, elbow extended out as he goes for an elbow drop...but Hunter moves right out of the way!

RANDY THE GUY: And that was another miss...

ALEXA CORRA: Can this shit end already?

Colton writhes around the mat in pain, holding his elbow and letting out groans of pain. Hunter, now rolled over so that his face is on the mat, slowly gets on all fours before he gets up to both knees and runs both of his hands through his hair. He lets out another deep breath before getting up to both feet and grabbing Colton by the hair and getting him up to both feet. Once again, Hunter goes for a suplex, but Colton begins fighting back with shots to the rib cage. Eventually, he gets separation between the two of them and attempts a clothesline, only for Hunter to duck it and grab him from behind around the waist. Colton digs his feet and finds a way to hold onto the ropes before driving his right elbow into Hunter’s face, sending him reeling backwards. Colton turns around and Hunter charges forward, but is met with a high knee to the face that sends him stumbling back. Colton lets out a roar before charging forward...only to get hit right in the midsection with a spear from Werth!

BRIAN MASON: SPEAR BY HUNTER WERTH! HOLY HELL!

RANDY THE GUY: COLTON GONNA NEED TO BE DRINKING HIS FOOD AFTER THIS MATCH!

Both Werth and Sterling are down on the ground, Werth from exhaustion as he lays out spread eagle, and Sterling because of the spear (and probably fatigue), as he holds his midsection in pain and rolls around the mat. Werth slowly gets up on all fours once more and then slowly helps himself up to both feet and looks down at Sterling with his hands on his hips. He lets out another deep breath as he grabs Sterling by the head again and slowly gets him up to both feet before hooking his left arm and neck before letting out a roar. Somehow, Sterling notices the trouble he is in and wriggles his left arm free long enough to drive it into the side of Werth’s head, forcing him to let go. Once Sterling gets free, he drives his boot into Werth’s right knee, forcing it to buckle before placing his legs over the top of Werth’s hand and hitting a Fame Asser on him!

BRIAN MASON: FAME ASSER BY STERLING! NEITHER OF THESE MEN WANT TO LOSE!

Colton grabs Hunter by the head and quickly tosses him over the top rope, but Hunter lands on his back on the apron. Colton doesn’t mind this as he grabs Hunter’s head and slowly lifts him up to both feet on the apron before taking a step back inside of the ring and calling for another bicycle kick. Colton charges forward, but Hunter uses the ropes to pull himself over and barely graze Colton with a shoulder block! The move is enough to knock Colton backwards, but with all of the fumes he’s running on, Colton quickly rolls back up onto his feet. Hunter gets to his by using the ropes for help and Colton charges forward, clotheslining not only Hunter, but himself right over the top rope and onto the ground!

BRIAN MASON: WHAT?!

RANDY THE GUY: HELL NAH! NOT ANOTHER TIE?!

ALEXA CORRA: Hopefully they’ll award the title to neither man.

ELIMINATED: Hunter Werth (37:47) and Colton Sterling (50:17)

Both Hunter and Colton slowly get to their feet, Hunter looking absolutely exhausted and wiping the little blood on his forehead, while Colton limps towards the barricade and keeps himself leaning on it, obviously having done something to his ankle when he fell. The first of the two refs comes by and looks at both men before grabbing Hunter’s right arm and raising it high, claiming him as the victor. Colton looks absolutely disappointed...until the second ref comes over and motions a “no” signal to the other ref before raising Colton’s hand and claiming him as the victor!

BRIAN MASON: Even the officiating doesn’t know who actually won this match!

ALEXA CORRA: They’re both losers! Go home!

Both the refs seem to be arguing as the audience is almost split down the middle as to who they want as champ, some chanting Hunter’s name while others chant Colton’s. Finally, the refs decide to look at the replay on the tron and all four men ringside turn to it...only for Nicki Minaj’s “Boss Ass Bitch” to start blaring throughout the arena. Through the curtain steps out Felicity Banks, a smirk on her face as she holds up her number..the number 30. Colton and Hunter both look at Felicity as she casually makes her way down the ramp.

BRIAN MASON: NO WAY! NO WAY!

ALEXA CORRA: FELICITY BANKS JUST HOODWINKED EVERYONE! YES!

BRIAN MASON: UNBELIEVABLE!

Colton can’t even stomach seeing this and turns away, hands up against the barricade and eyes closed as he just shakes his head. A scowl appears over Hunter’s face as he kicks the barricade once. Felicity slowly makes her way up the steel steps and in the slowest way possible, enters the ring before the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winner of this match...AND NEWWWWWW HKW WORLD CHAMPION....FELICITY BANKSSSSSSSSSS!

Felicity drops to her knees and holds her hands on her head, feigning shokc that she was able to win the HKW World title. The ref who raised Hunter’s arm walks over to Sadie and grabs the title off of her before sliding into the ring and presenting it to Felicity, who begins to fake tears as well as she grabs the title and raises it with her right hand while telling the ref to raise her left hand. Hunter Werth sits down on the ground and runs his hand through his hair before slamming his fist onto the ground, pissed off that once again, he’s been screwed. Colton, on the other hand, just scoffs and shakes his head again as he opens his eyes and turns around.

ALEXA CORRA: ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!

RANDY THE GUY: You mean the Cuntess?

BRIAN MASON: This...this is just absolutely disgusting. This is highway robbery at its finest, folks. What else can I say? Felicity Banks is your new champion...

Felicity begins to pretend as she just went through hell to win this title as she looks over at Hunter, and even begins fanning herself and gasping for air, she holds the title close to her chest and yells out that she worked so hard for this. Meanwhile, Colton sits down onto the ground and begins to have medical staff surround him as they check his ankle. The final shot of the show before it fades out is of Felicity raising the title up with both hands, a smile on her face and Neon and Ina Ina coming down the ramp to join the celebration while Colton and Hunter just scowl at Felicity as they look at her from the ground.

WINNER (and new HKW World Champion): Felicity Banks
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