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D E F I A N C E 18; LIVE from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania only on HBO!
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As "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens up the HKW Defiance video, the first thing we see are the images of HKW's World Champions starting with Cain Morgan, transitioning to a split screen of Emilio Vialpando and Jason Mentez, and a following split screen of Gwen Massey and Felicity Banks. The screen is ripped in half, now only showing Felicity. It transitions to the ending of the HKW Rumble To Destiny, showing Felicity raise the HKW World Championship high in the air. The pictures switches to a picture of Xavier Asher Daniels inside the trainers office getting his knee looked at.

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


Xavier is shown Star Kicking a large portion of the roster until the pictures switches to Joey Perello and Emilio Vialpando face to face during their contract signing. The pictures switches to Perello blasting Thornton with the No Limits championship at the previous Defiance, ending with a solo shot of Thornton inside his locker room, staring down at the ground. It shows Thornton preparing for his Last Man Standing match with Joey Perello, ending with Thornton knocking a punching bag clean off it's hooks with a roundhouse kick.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


Every single tag team in HKW is showcased, ending with a picture of FutureShock holding the HKW World Tag Team championships high in the air. Chopz and Leifi Maivia are shown walking through the hallways of the Hard Knox training facility, then we see Jinzai and Michael Alexander discussing strategy. Lance Winters is shown laughing hysterically at the background and as the picture zooms in, the image of Lance carving a heart into Ava is showcased with Kai staring down at Lance. Luke Wisia enters the picture, his off-the-rocker personality highlighted as we see him destroy members of the HKW roster.

Come on stand up
Put your hands up
Live in defiance


Kanna Haroshi is highlighted from her impressive debut in HKW all the way to her current rivalry with Kaysie Sherell. Kaysie is shown chit-chatting it up with a banana, while on the other half on the screen we see Kanna dragging her patent barbwire covered baseball bat throughout the arena. An image of both women laughing is shown until the picture switches to Eddie Ramirez and Cyncica aligning after Cyncica saved Eddie from an attack by RIP. The Diirrtty South is shown laughing at the masked Luchadors until we see another short clip of Acelin Tate removing his mask, revealing himself to be associated with RIP.

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


The final short clips feature Neon getting her head nearly kicked off by Brad Kane, and the ongoing rivalry between Tanner Sands and Salem Cartier for the Cyber championship. Stills of Brandon Banks, Lyle Risky, Anya Hunter, Nero Darling, Cindy Parker, and Zero McHannon flash in the video package before the camera transitions to the arena!

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"Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta blares over the arena sound system as the fans jump to their feet and erupt into cheers to witness the Defiance opening video. The atmosphere is special as the fans are definitely pumped for this edition of Defiance. At the conclusion of the video we see a beautiful pyro display that dazzles and awes as the fans continue to cheer.

The video continues to play and soon enough, we have Brian Mason, Alexa Corra, and Randy the Pilot on camera. The best commentating team in the business is down at ringside ready to welcome us to the eighteenth edition of Defiance!

ALEXA CORRA: We're baaaaaaaaack!

RANDY THE PILOT: YOU NEED THAT WORK AND I'LL BE THERE!

BRIAN MASON: ... Excuse me, Randy?

ALEXA CORRA: Leave him alone, Mason. He's excited about tonight's action-filled Defiance, and so am I!

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, I was singin' a song, but you right. I am excited... Uh, what we got on the card tonight?

BRIAN MASON: A World championship match is what we have, Randy! Tonight, Felicity Banks defends her newly acquired championship against none other than Xavier Asher Daniels.

ALEXA CORRA: And we got that Last Man Standing match between Joey Perello and Drew Thornton! Should be a nice little preview of what we could expect at Destiny between Perello and Vialpando.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhh shit! My boy Tanner Sands in action tonight?!

BRIAN MASON: Not tonight, Randy. However, the number one contender to the Cyber championship will be when we see Salem Cartier take on a former PDW Cyber champion... Neon!

RANDY THE PILOT: Lets hope she doesn't get her head kicked off again.

ALEXA CORRA: Man, that was some bullshit. Neon wasn't even ready!

BRIAN MASON: Speaking of Neon... I'm told we're sending it backstage to her right now!

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A video message appears on the titantron for all the fans to see; in it appears the re-emergence of Neon and an unknown black female companion. Both are laughing and playfully slapping each other's arms before they notice the camera is rolling. They each clear their throats before Neon begins.

NEON: Neon's the name. Causing trouble is the game. Now I'm gonna reduce that witch bitch to a mere pile of cinders tonight because I hope to spread like wildfire throughout this roster until I make it to the top. The first step is regaining my Cyber Championship. I feel more worthy to hold it considering I held it in its original home and now I feel like everyone else is thieving. Obviously, Tanner Sands is the head honcho but I got the next best thing in Salem.

NEON: Make no mistake, I ain't here to pussy foot around like I have been before. I'm bringing my big ass feet and stomping all over your shit and crushing all your dreams, one by one. Just because I can.

NEON: I know you feel this is some way to prove yourself because I'm a former champ for the Championship you are trying to chase but Salem, I am going to annihilate you and I am going to make sure you suffer. Only then will people know the serious threat I pose and will Tanner Sands know whom he should really be looking out for.

UNKNOWN: Heartbreaker. Soul destroyer. General Manager abuser and OG go getta. My girl poses a serious threat not only to you pleb but to the world and I'm here to help her out. Meaning one thing, you ain't got a single chance.

UNKNOWN: Hello world, I be JJ and I be just as rough as my main bitch here if not rougher.

JJ: We bringing real trouble to your doorsteps and kicking that door down. Fuck with us and well… te vamos a matter.

NEON: We don't need to speak for each other. Once there's an equilibrium of success with my talent then I'll be telling you to bow down and kiss it bitches. I'm here for the long haul and I'm swinging far. All I ask is for you to prepare.

NEON: Define that how you will, either way, real trouble is coming your way.

JJ: Y esa es la verdad.

They laugh and the scene exits back to the ringside area.



Neon's music plays to an array of boos around the arena and out she emerges surprisingly with four other people in tow. Four females; Amber Monroe and The Diamond Twins and the recently introduced JJ. Each with a stern look on their face contrasting to Neon's cunning smirk. She skips smugly down the ramp and climbs the apron whilst her companions spread around the ringside. She reaches out to the ringside area motioning for a microphone.

As the crew member approaches Neon with the microphone, JJ grabs his wrist before snatching the microphone from his grasps and pushing the employee to the floor. She then walks over to Neon and hands over the microphone.

NEON: Now I know I'm not held in the highest of regards but fuck all that, I'm still here and now I'm officially back. Please, make no mistake, last weeks' events were not a choke, only a hiccup. Now, I get to the long and grand scheme of things.

As she speaks, JJ remains rigid but the other girls begin tearing the ringside area apart. They tear the cover from the announcer's table and throw their notes into the air so they float in all directions creating a mess on the floor.

NEON: Surrounding me are five of the most vicious and aggressive people you will witness and that does not draw from my own. Each is an individual and each individual wants to be a part of both my empire and their own.

The girls start taunting some crew members grabbing them by their ties and toying with them by slapping them lightly on the face all the while JJ stands firmly, folding her arms.

NEON: This is what we are going to accomplish.

Neon begins tracing her steps up and down the ring as she smiles watching what unfolds around ringside. The girls begin kicking the crew member that JJ pushed over whilst he is down. He flails on the floor as the girls shout insults at him.

NEON: Think of HKW as a pint of milk. Everyone here, everyone backstage and ringside are all the goodness that makes your teeth white and your bones strong. Say that milk spills, then all hell breaks loose and ain't nobody got the good shit to make their bones strong and their teeth white. Everything turns ugly. Say that milk turns sour, then nobody wants to fuck with the milk. I am the sour milk of HKW and those who surround me are going to partner with me in spilling that milk. Together we're gonna replace that milk with some good good of our own. That will be gift or my curse to you. I call this real trouble.

At the conclusion of Neon's impassioned speech, she sighs and breathes heavily as the boos flood in at enormous rate. JJ finally moves, and leans under the apron closest to where the crew member is being assaulted and pulls out a planted pint of milk before walking over to the man and pouring it over him as he lays hurting. The boos strengthen and almost double in volume as this happens..

NEON: Things are gonna start to get real ugly around here and real fun for me and my friends. I call this real trouble.

Neon's tone begins to sound more serious and her companions begin making their way up the steel steps and into the ring.

NEON: A little mess makes a big difference and as you all know, I'm a messy pup. They call me trouble but together as a collective we are REAL TROUBLE.

She drops the microphone before scrunching her lips and awarding the fans with two middle fingers which she holds on display for all to see, only angering the crowd once more. All the girls walk towards the ropes and taunt the fans further as the screen fades to black motioning for the next segment of the show to begin.

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As the show seems to still be in its early stages, we cut to a backstage area where we see Jaxon Queen pacing back and forth. The young man out of Pennsylvania is already dressed in his ring gear, ready for his tag team match with the Neon Dragons. His half of the HKW World Tag Team championships is set on top on one of the blue crates, but he just keeps his eyes on the ground and continues to pace back and forth.

JAXON QUEEN: Where the fuck is this guy, man? Got a damn tag team match in a bit and he isn't even here yet.

COLTON STERLING: Now, you can't be talking about your good friend and tag team partner, Colton...

Jaxon almost jumps up from fear after hearing his tag team partner's voice. Turning his head around, he sees his tag team partner, Colton Sterling, slowly make his way into scene. Colton's already dressed in his ring gear and has his tag team title around his waist. But the thing that really stands out from the lanky young man isn't his green eyes this time. It's the marks around his neck, which seem to be slowly fading away after two weeks.

COLTON STERLING: Don't worry. I know we've got to be making a statement tonight and all that with the Neon Dragons. Wouldn't dare miss it.

Jaxon lets out a sigh of relief.

JAXON QUEEN: Thank God, dude. I swear, if I have to hear Michael Alexander bitch and moan about us or something real stupid again-

COLTON STERLING: Relax. I don't care what those two or even the other, bigger two have to say. It's just words and as far as I know, we're the only ones who hold a spotless record as a tag team. We didn't lose to Primitive Unrated and we sure as hell didn't attack any people from behind like-

JAXON QUEEN: -bitches. But dude, you seem kind of too happy for me. After losing that battle royal for the World title, then getting choked out by Chopz...you ain't in a mood.

The Floridian smirks, his tag team partner blurting out a word that he wasn't really intending on using.

COLTON STERLING: I know now that the World title isn't supposed to be mine. Once again, I got close, but couldn't get the job done. Once again. But for now, I got this tag team title and am planning on defending the hell out of it at Destiny. Anyway, go find Sean and ask him to help you warm up. I got some business to take care of.

Jax looks a bit worried at that last sentence.

JAXON QUEEN: What business?

Colton just gives Jax a sly grin.

COLTON STERLING: Don't worry about it. It's something I gotta do. I promise, I'll make it to our match. Now, go find Sean, and go train with him or something.

Sterling chuckles before walking past Queen, slapping him on the back as he does so. Once he's out of the shot, Queen sighs before walking over to his title and grabbing it with both hands before looking over to where Colton left and sighing.

JAXON QUEEN: I know now what I've got to do....

With that, Jaxon slings the title over his right shoulder and begins making his way out the scene as it fades out.

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The camera comes on but we see nothing, just darkness as a voice speaks out.

VOICE: Do you think because I smile sometimes, because I have a boyfriend...because you don’t know me...do you think because all of that I’m not a threat?

The voice is clearly that of Kanna Haroshi, the Japanese ball of violence.

KANNA HAROSHI: Kaysie Sherell. You play it up that I am not to be feared by you, that I’m nothing in your stairway to glory. Living the life of competition...as you shirk off matches and are afraid to face me truly. I have done snow angels in thumbtacks, do you really think bashing me in the head is going to do you any favors? All you’ve done is raised the bar of violence, a bar I am more than happy to beat you into a crying, bloody puddle with.

There is a pause as her shape is slightly visible, closer to the camera now as a silhouette mostly.

KANNA HAROSHI: Tonight I face Ina Ina, a woman who, unfortunately will be greeted by the rage meant for you. So please pay attention, this is not something I want you to miss...I do know how paying attention is hard for women like you.

Her face is now seen, inches from the camera lense.

KANNA HAROSHI: Do not confuse me for Jinzai. He is nice, he is a good person. I am not. I will rend the flesh from your body and laugh the whole time. Ina Ina, and EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this locker room should remember that. I will Bleed the World, one sacrifice at a time if I must.

With that the camera falls and we see Kanna’s feet as she passes, dragging the barbwire bat behind her.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a singles match set for one fall, introducing first…

Sadie’s intro is interrupted by the sounds of Christina Aguilera’s "Glam” hitting the PA system and from behind the curtain walks the beautiful Nashville native, Kaysie Sherell. The buxom brunette has her hands on her hips and a radiant smile on her face. She takes her right hand off of her hips and throws it into the air with her smile firmly planted on her face. Making it to the ringside area, she walks over and puts on a headset sitting down at the announce position.

BRIAN MASON: Ladies and gentlemen, Kaysie Sherell gracing us with her presence out here, what a surprise!

RANDY THE PILOT: Very pleasant I might add! Holy smokes!!

ALEXA CORRA: Just think if she brought you food…

KAYSIE SHERELL: As a matter of fact, I did!

Kaysie places a bunch of bananas on the table, and Randy swoons, as Alexa rolls her eyes.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: … Introducing first, Hailing from Atlanta, GA…. Ina Ina!

‘Texas Phonk 1998’ by Amber London hits, and out walks the voluptuous Ina Ina, hands on her hips. She pays the crowd little regard as she makes her way down to the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Well, it looks like she’s actually going to compete this week!

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

Going Under by Evanescence blares through the arena as Kanna Haroshi steps out from the back, her barbed wire baseball bat "Mercy" draped over her shoulder with a devilish smirk. Kanna walks slowly down to the ring, ignoring the hands of fans before sliding into the ring. Kanna races to her corner, climbing up and holding the bat high into the air with a scream. Kanna hops back down to the mat, her face is cold as she licks her lips, ready to commit some violence. Kaysie seems unimpressed, starts eating a banana and Randy is distracted.

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DING DING DING

The two rough and tough ladies circle each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. Ina quickly brushes it off with a scowl on her face, and Kanna just cocks her head to the side motioning for her to lock it back up. Ina waves this off and starts to leave the ring, but Kanna grabs her by the hair before she can and brings a knee violently up to her face; then roundhouse kicks her to the face, knocking her to the mat. Kanna seems fired up now from that gesture of disrespect displayed by Ina and continues to assault her with punches and kicks. Ina likes woozy, and Kanna cackles with laughter as she pulls her in for a powerbomb… but Ina backdrops out of it to counter. Ina turns sneering at Kanna, wiping her mouth. She waits for Kanna to rise and Ina chop blocks her at the knee, taking her back down. Ina Ina hauls her up and takes her down with a snap suplex and a high leaping elbow drop to the throat.

ALEXA CORRA: I love this, these chicks are brutal.

KAYSIE SHERELL: Brutal looking…

BRIAN MASON: What?!?

RANDY THE PILOT: … Bananas.

Ina with a headscissors takedown and she hops up, slapping her ass and taunting the crowd. She grabs Kanna around the head and goes for the running bulldog… but Kanna shoves her off into the corner turnbuckle chest-first! Kanna runs at her viciously and leaps at her draped in the corner, driving knees into her back. Ina staggers back and Kanna executes a bridging German suplex.

ONE…

TWO…

Kickout!


Kanna slaps the mat and rolls to her feet. She spies Kaysie at the announce position and just shakes her head. Focusing back on Ina who has got up to her knees now, Kanna runs at her driving a running big boot square into her face, snapping her head back down onto the mat. Cackling, Kanna stomps away on her back and then slaps on an STF hold. Ina is struggling in the submission, reaching for the ropes but they seem too far away. Screaming, she somehow powers her leg free and gets up to a kneeling base. Kanna squeezes away at her face still, but Ina has risen to her feet with Kanna on her back. Ina runs backwards with a burst of steam, driving Kanna into the corner and breaking the hold. Ina turns and drills a spinning wheel kick that sends Kanna over the top rope and crashing to the arena floor. Ina exits out to the ring apron and does a flirty little dance for the crowd to jeer, and when Kanna rises Ina runs the apron and drills her in the face with a leaping elbow smash, taking both women to the ground!

BRIAN MASON: I think I may have sold Ina short, she can bring the action when she chooses to.

ALEXA CORRA: She picks her spots, there’s no shame in this.

Randy is now eating bananas himself.

RANDY THE PILOT: I spot a booty….

KAYSIE SHERELL: Gee whiz, Kanna, come on…

Ina nails multiple atomic drops and transitions this smoothly into a back suplex onto the floor, paying no mind to the ref’s count. She goes to pick up Kanna again… but Kanna grabs her by the front of her trunks and yanks her forward right into the ring steps! Kanna staggers up shaking off the cobwebs and drills Ina onto the steps with a Reverse STO. She rolls Ina Ina back into the ring and slides under the rope to break the count, before sliding back out; eyeing Kaysie at the announce table.

KAYSIE SHERELL: See, this is soooo typical. Worry about your match, honey…

Kanna just jaws at her pointing, but Kaysie just waves her off. Kanna goes to climb back into the ring, and Kaysie throws a banana peel under her feet without her knowledge, which causes Kanna to slip slightly… and she stumbles… and Ina rolls her up with a handful of tights!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!


DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner, Ina Ina!

Ina exits the ring exalting in her cheap win, and Kanna rolls up to her knees, slapping the mat in frustration. She sees the banana peel and points at it, showing the referee, but he seems unconcerned. Kanna picks it up and throws it in Kaysie’s face! Kaysie seems shocked and stands up, walking around ringside, she turns asking Brian and Randy for advice. Kaysie turns back around and is met with Kanna sling-shotting over the top rope and taking her to the arena floor with a cross body. Kanna proceeds to pound the hell out of Kaysie, slamming her head off the floor and choking her!

BRIAN MASON: We got a situation here, folks!

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, a sore loser…

Kaysie manages to fight back some, and soon the two women are brawling all around ringside with punches, kicks, and hair flying. It doesn’t take long for RED and the security team to spill out from the back, separating these two. Kanna acts calm while the security get distracted at Kaysie, who starts screaming at a banana. Kanna reaches underneath the rope and pulls out her trusty barbwire bat, swinging away and nearly catches a security team member. The security crew scatters away as Haroshi chases after Kaysie with the bat!

RANDY THE PILOT: I love my job, guys… have mercy!!!

ALEXA CORRA: If Kanna hits Kaysie with that bat, I'm gonna love her!

RANDY THE PILOT: You a damn sadist, Alexa.

The two battling HKW standouts go running up the entrance ramp with Kanna chasing Kaysie backstage.

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The scene opened up in downtown Philadelphia, in the dead of night as the silhouette of a man is seen walking slowly down a long street. The camera rotated, and revealed the man to be Kai, a scowl etched onto his face as he glanced at the various buildings around him. He seemed to be searching for something as his eyes scanned over the names of the buildings, before his scowl deepened. Kai let out a slight growl as he came to a stop at a nearby corner.

KAI: It’s not here...

Ava Adore shadowed him, the corner of the white bandages at the base of her throat visible above her neckline as she shifts slightly to look around from behind him.

AVA ADORE: Perhaps... the address was incorrect…

Kai grunted, before he turned and glanced around for a moment, before his eyes landed on someone walking nearby. His eyes narrowed slightly, before he turned to look at her over his shoulder.

KAI: Perhaps… or perhaps we’re looking in the wrong places.

He brushed the tails of his trench-coat aside, before he walked towards the man. He suddenly lashed out and wrapped a hand around the man’s throat, lifting him off of the ground and causing him to yelp out in fright. Kai leaned in close, growling slightly as the man flinched away from him.

KAI: I’m going to give you one chance, and one chance only to tell me what I want to know…

Kai reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a photo, before jamming it into the man’s face.

KAI: We’re looking for a bar, one that likes to cater to these people. Where would I be able to find it?

The man looked between Kai and the photo, before he rapidly nodded.

MAN: Yeah, yeah! It’s up a few blocks from here, and had a few motorcycles outside of it! Look, man, just put me down! That’s all I know!

Kai sneered, before unceremoniously dropping him to the ground.

KAI: Thank you for your cooperation. Ava, we’re leaving.

She nods, and begins to follow after him as the two set off in the direction that the man had pointed. While they were walking, neither one acknowledged the two shadowed figures following them several feet away, wearing a pair of clowns masks and all dark clothing.

They didn't acknowledge it, because they knew they were not enemies.

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We cut to backstage as Salem Cartier is putting her bags away and adjusting her wrist bands in the locker room. She looks in the mirror and tosses a couple quick shadow boxing punches.

SALEM CARTIER: It’s on like Donkey Kong tonight! Get to face a former Cyber champ, that strange little Neon light.

She pushes her way through the locker room door and takes off down the hall.

SALEM CARTIER: ...Should get me in the right mindset to face the current champ… Mr. Personality Tanner Sands.

Just then she hears a cough behind her and her eyes get wide, slowly she turns around and facepalms.

Who does she see? Why, it’s none other than her Destiny opponent, the current Cyber champion (though he calls himself the CYBER GAWD for some reason), Tanner Sands. Tanner is already dressed in his ring gear (though he’s not scheduled to compete tonight) and the title he currently holds is around his waist. The Cyber champion has this slight smirk on his face as he takes two steps towards Salem.

TANNER SANDS: AYEEEEEE.

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TANNER SANDS: Getting ready for your match against Fel’s #1 bestie cunt, Neon, huh? Must be feeling a bit nervous and shit, HUH?

Salem scrunches up her nose, pausing for a moment to catch a glimpse of the title belt. Her expression changes to an exaggerated joyous smile.

SALEM CARTIER: OH HEY, buuuuud!! I’m just feeling awful, you know it. Not like you care. You shouldn’t call people that though… even if it is Neon.

She shrugs and rubs her chin.

SALEM CARTIER: Actually, I’m pumped up for this match. Question is, why the heck are you here… and in ring gear? Didn’t see you having a match or anything. Just here to brag about Da Cyber Gawdhood and rub that in my face, or what?

Tanner shakes his head and chuckles.

TANNER SANDS: Nah, not at all. I only brag about this because I know it gets on everyone’s nerves. You see, I like fucking with people who ain’t got that little voice in their head telling them to not calm the fuck down. The voice that you probably got in your head, Salem Massachusetts. But, um, I’m actually in ring gear because the owners asked me to take a job on this show and I didn’t want to wear the shit them fa- bitches wearing.

Tanner then yanks off his light blue bowtie off of his neck before revealing a zebra striped bowtie in his right hand. Slowly, he wraps that around his neck.

TANNER SANDS: IMMA GUEST REF TONIGHT, THOUGH. And you wanna guess what match they asked me to ref, Salem?

Salem just rolled her eyes and exhaled.

SALEM CARTIER: Well since I don’t see any Twinkie eating contest is booked, I’m guessing you’re reffing my match, is that right? And FYI… the voices in my head sound like the Animaniacs on a sugary cereal headrush. I just love guest ref matches, they’ve worked out so well for me before. ANYWAY, all I’m gonna ask is that you remember one thing tonight, Mr. Bruce Tanner, the Incredible Bow-Tie….

TANNER SANDS: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. I dislike Neon. You, I can actually stand and trust me, that’s some rare shit when it comes to me. See you out there, Salemon.

Tanner gives Salem a nod before he walks out of scene, grinning.

SALEM CARTIER: The one thing I wanted you to remember is… it’s ‘One… Two… Three!’ Make sure you remember that count when I pin her butt.

She slaps her hands together three times to emphasize the point, and then winks at the camera as the scene fades out.

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Backstage, we see HKW co-owner Brandon Banks talking to one of the executives from HBO. Banks has his hoody tossed over his head, obviously not wanting to be seen by anyone until something catches his eye from behind the HBO executive.

BRANDON BANKS: Gimmie just a second, bossman.

Banks moves the HBO executive to the side and makes his way down the hallway, stopping at the first he could make, once again seeing the somersaulting, black suited figure that caught his attention before.

BRANDON BANKS: Ayee! Rubber suit man from American Horror Story season one! Is that you?!

Banks runs down the hallway, just getting to the next turn before the masked luchador Cyncica sneaks up from behind Banks, and locks him in a sleeper hold.

CYNCICA: Ah-hah! Jefe try to collect bounty on Cyncica, eh? Cyncica not afraid to put jefe to sleep if that’s what Cyncica must do, comprende?

Banks doesn’t even try to free himself, the grip on the sleeper not seeming too tight as Banks chuckles at the words by the protector of HardKnoxthom.

BRANDON BANKS: You… You do know that I’m loaded, right? Why would…

The grip on the sleeper gets tighter, stopping Banks from finishing his sentence.

BRANDON BANKS: Why… Why would I need ten grand, miss hero.

The masked luchador takes a moment to think over what Brandon was saying, releasing the hold and pushes Banks away. Banks turns around and adjusts his sweatshirt, tossing his hood back over his head as he stares at Cyncica with his eyes squinted.

BRANDON BANKS: Should fire your ass for puttin’ your hands on me, bruh.

CYNCICA: Don’t you call me bruh, mist---

She pauses, grabbing a hold of her cape and bringing it to cover her face.

CYNCICA: I mean… Bruh you mustn't call me. Cyncica es femenino.

She holds her position as Banks stares at Cyncica with his eyes widened, clearly shocked by something.

BRANDON BANKS: ….

He’s completely speechless as he continues to stare at Cyncica, finally laughing and shaking his head.

BRANDON BANKS: …. You’re seriously something else.

Banks laughs some more before turning around and walking away from Cyncica, leaving the caped crusader standing in place, chuckling herself.

CYNCICA: Hm. He knows nothing. CYNCICA AWAY!

She jumps out of the picture to the swoosh sound as the scene transitions back to ringside.

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The scene opens backstage where the camera crew is slowly approaching what looks to be No Limits champion, Joey Perello, along with the man who will be competing for the Lionheart championship, Viktor Volkov. The camera crew sits in position, the two already in mid-conversation.

JOEY PERELLO: There are still a few loose ends to tie up, however, everything should stick to plan as long as you do what needs to be done at Destiny to that worthless Carpentier scum.

The big Russian smirks at name of his opponent at Destiny.

VIKTOR VOLKOV:: Perello, believe me, I am going to break that little puppy’s jaw.

JOEY PERELLO: Good. That’s exactly that I wanted to hear. Now, we’re going to keep these little meeting silent for now, but come Destiny…

Suddenly, one of the camera crew members accidently kick a Pepsi can that was laying on the floor, getting the attention of both Perello and Volkov.

JOEY PERELLO: Sonsabitches.

Perello steps toward the camera crew members with Volkov not too far behind him.

JOEY PERELLO: … Nosey bunch, aren’t we?

Reaching forwards in front of Perello, the Young Cub slaps the side of the crew member’s camera, causing the cameraman to stumble to the side.

VIKTOR VOLKOV:: What you think you doing cyka!?

Perello reaches forward and rips the shooting camera away from the camera man and shoves him out of the picture, focusing on Volkov who has another crew member in his grasp.

JOEY PERELLO: Mister Volkov… Would you like to show the world what happens to people who don’t mind their own business?

With a firm grip on the crew members throat, Volkov speaks through gritted teeth in his thick, monotonous Russian accent.

VIKTOR VOLKOV:: With pleasure.

Volkov lifts the camera man up into the air with ease, holding him there for a few second before slamming him down back first onto his bended knee, causes the crew member to wail in pain as he writhes on the ground in absolute agony. Perello is heard chuckling behind the camera, and then proceeds to focus in on the downed crew member.

JOEY PERELLO: And that my friends is what happens to nosey people.

Perello proceeds to smash the camera off the ground, turning the picture into static.
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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following contest is the Cyber Showdown!!!!!

The camera pans over to the side of Sadie where in the corner near the turnbuckle stands Neon. The young woman has her hands on her hips and a look of concentration on her face. As the fans are booing her, Sadie’s voice is once again heard.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, she is Neon!!!!!

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

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

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And her opponent… She is the number one contender for the Cyber championship… SALEM CARTIERRR!

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

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

Both women stand in the center of the ring, though there is no referee in the ring, Sadie begins to speak once again.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the special guest referee in this contest, the Cyber champion…. TANNER SANDS!

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

As Tanner walks to the center of the ring, he calls for the bell.

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DING DING DING


At the sound of the bell, Neon quickly rushes at Salem as the two lock up. In a true test of strength, the two women go back and forth to establish dominance in the hold. After a few moments, Salem quickly gains the upper hand taking Neon’s head down and locking her up in a headlock. The fans cheer for Salem as she keeps the hold tight on Neon and begins to add some torque to the hold.

Neon tries to desperately get out of the hold by bringing her left elbow into the side of Salem. After a few shots to the elbow, Salem lets go of Neon’s head. Neon backs out of the hold and runs to the ropes opposite of her. Once she rebounds off of the ropes she runs back towards Salem. Once she makes her back, Neon takes Salem down with a shoulder block. Cartier falls down to the mat on her back.

Neon looks down at her before she runs to the ropes opposite of Salem. Salem quickly rolls onto the back causing Neon to jump over her and rebound off the ropes across from the ones in which she originally hit. When she comes back off the ropes, Salem pops up off of the mat and stands. Once Neon nears her, Salem extends her right arm out catching Neon by her left and taking her down to the mat with an impressive hip toss. Neon lands flat on her butt as the fans cheer for the beautiful Salem.

Neon quickly gets up from the mat and is rocked by a kick to the right shin at the hands of Salem. Neon slowly drops her right hand down to hold her shin. Salem takes advantage and hits Neon in the left shin with a kick. Neon grabs at her other shin as Salem quickly grabs at the right arm of Neon. She places it behind her back and places Neon’s head under her left arm.

She bends over and places Neon’s left arm over her head and uses her free arm to tug at Neon’s pants. She pulls her up and slams her down to the mat with a hammerlock suplex! Neon moves her hand down to her back as Salem quickly crawls on top of Neon for the cover. Tanner acts as if he doesn’t see the cover as he slowly looks down at his shirt. Suddenly, he looks down again and quickly falls to the mat to begin to count.

ONE!

Neon is able to pop her shoulder off of the mat keeping the match alive. Salem gets up and stares at Tanner as if she is about to tell him something. Instead of saying anything, she quickly turns around as Neon is starting to get up from the mat. Salem quickly takes a hold of Neon’s hair as she starts to help her get up from the mat. Once she is up to her feet, Neon reaches up and scratches Salem in the eyes. As the fans boo the actions by Neon, Salem covers her eyes with her hands. Salem backs away from Neon a few steps. It gives Neon enough space to spin her right leg out and hit Salem with a spinning heel kick.

Salem rocks back and falls flat on her back to the mat. Neon begins to exude confidence as the fans begin to reign down boos. Neon bends down and grabs the hair of Cartier. As she gets her up to the feet. Neon quickly takes Salem over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Neon walks towards the center of the ring and drops her off of her shoulder onto her bended knee from a fireman’s carry gutbuster. Salem rolls off of Neon’s knee and falls to the mat again. Neon smirks as she falls down to the mat and covers Salem. Tanner quickly falls to the mat and goes for the count.

ONE
TWO


BRIAN MASON: Well, that was a quick count?

RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, Tanner had a twitch in his arm or somethin’.

Salem’s right arm blasts off the canvas keeping the match going. Neon gets up and looks at Tanner before she turns her attention back to Salem. She grabs Salem by the hair and starts to pull her up by the mat. By the time Neon gets Salem up to her feet, Salem quickly elbows Neon in the stomach causing her to let go of Salem’s hair. As Neon backs away, Salem extends her left leg for a kick.

Neon catches it and telegraphs the kick perfectly. As Salem is caught in Neon’s trap, she jumps up with her right leg and hits Neon with a perfect leg feed enziguiri. As both women fall to the mat, Neon hits her head on the way down. Salem is quickly back up to her feet as the fans begin to cheer the young beauty.

As Neon begins to get up from the mat, Salem prepares herself. Once she is up to her feet, Salem charges at her. Salem quickly kicks Neon in the gut. As Neon is hunched over, Salem grabs her arm in an underhook position.

She lifts her up and drops her down to the mat with an underhook suplex. Neon falls flat on her back on the mat as Salem quickly crawls over her for the cover. Tanner hesitates a bit, but eventually drops down to the mat to count.

ONE…

TWO…


Neon is able to force her shoulder off the mat after a slow count by Tanner. An enraged Salem looks over at him as she gets up from the mat. Tanner follows suit as the two begin to exchange barbs that can’t really be heard from the camera.

After a few moments of arguing, Salem turns around to just barely duck a clothesline attempt by Neon. As Neon turns around, Salem jumps on her grabbing her by the head. Her legs are rested on Neon’s thighs in a monkey flip position. Salem places her right arm over Neon’s head before she drops back down to the mat causing Neon to hit her head from a powerful monkey flip DDT!

Neon rolls onto her back and looks to be almost lifeless in the middle of the ring. As the fans cheer, Salem doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, she stands up from the mat and looks down at Neon.

As Neon lays on the mat motionless, Salem bends over and starts to pull her up by the hair. She drags Neon up to her feet. She pulls Neon’s head down between her legs and hooks both arms.

The fans cheer because they know what move is coming next. As the fans continue to cheer, Neon wiggles her arms out of the hold and quickly sweeps Salem off of her feet. She then takes her legs and does a bridging jackknife pin! Tanner quickly falls down to the mat and begins to count.

ONE..
TWO..
THREE…

DING DING DING


Boo’s immediately begin to fill the arena as Neon and Tanner both roll out of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: HOLY FAST COUNT!

ALEXA CORRA: HAHAHAHAH!

Salem is on her knees looking at both Tanner and Neon in disgust as the fans continue their onslaught of boos.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner, Neon!!!!!

At the proclamation of the winner, Tanner raises Neon’s hand for a few seconds before putting it down. They both begin to walk up the ramp as boos from the fans are continuing all throughout the arena.

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As the scene opens up Kenzie is seen twirling her hair looking around waiting for a Hard Knox superstar to interview. Turning the corner heading the opposite direction Reapers In Pride President & Sergeant In Arms, Lance Winters & Chopz are seen headed towards the exit door to head up into the stands for their upcoming match against one of the companies rising tag teams, Super Saiyans. Kenzie begins jogging over to them trying to catch their attention.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: HEY! HEY GUYS! HEY REAPER GUYS!

Lance looks over his shoulder and smirks as he sees the pretty lady jogging their way. He turns with his arms open as Chopz turns with his arms crossed growling a bit.

LANCE WINTERS: WELL HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO THERE!

As Kenzie reaches them she seems a bit nervous because of Chopz growling as he looks down at her.

LANCE WINTERS: And what can we do for YOU little missy?

Lance looks over and sees the cameraman behind her and the microphone in her left hand. His eyes begin to widen as if he was excited.

LANCE WINTERS: OHHHHHHHHH EEMMMMM GGGGEEEEEEE!!!!!!! You want to interview us! Oh gosh.

Lance turns his head and slaps Chopz on the chest.

LANCE WINTERS: You hear that Chopz? SHE WANTS TO INTERVIEW US!

Chopz chuckles.

CHOPZ: And what makes her think we actually want to speak to her?

Lance turns to Kenzie with his pointer finger on his lips tapping it while he circles her.

LANCE WINTERS: HMMMMMMMMM!!!!! That's a real good question Chopz! I wonder, I WONDER WHY SHE WANTS TO SPEAK TO US!

KENZIE J. VALERIE: Because I---

Lance quickly places the same pointer finger that was on his lips onto hers stopping her from speaking. He lifts the his other finger to his lips...

LANCE WINTERS: Sssshhhhhhhhhhh!

Winters lowers the hand over his lips and takes the microphone from her hands and gently nudges Kenzie away with his finger on her lips. She steps back cautiously as Lance looks over to the camera with a smile on his face.

LANCE WINTERS: Her reason to talk to us doesn't matter....JUST LIKE ALL OF YOU WATCHING! Just like each and every person who isn't wearing a RIP cut in this locker room. And tonight, that statement especially goes for Minnie and Jenny.

The fans are heard booing which pleases both Lance and Chopz.

LANCE WINTERS: BECAUSE THE REAPERS REIGN OVER ALL OF YOU! And there's not a God damn thing none of you can do. Some can come back after being put the fuck down plotting their revenge. Some can talk about wanting us out of HKW. Some of you can try and join forces to take us down. BUT I GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU FOLKS! IT'LL NEVER FUCKING WORK! If you haven't noticed yet, WE'RE THE ONES KEEPING THIS COMPANY AFLOAT. We're the fucking heart of this company...Which is a bit ironic when you stop to think about it. BUT I WON'T GO INTO DETAILS ABOUT THAT SORT OF THING BECAUSE I'LL WAIT FOR YOU WISE BITCHES TO FIGURE IT OUT AND HAVE LAUGH ABOUT IT WHEN YOU DO!

Chopz chuckles in the background.

LANCE WINTERS: People have been running around asking is Ava okay?! Why did Lance do that?! What's Kai going to do?! And well, I can answer all of those questions. Hell, I'll be honored to answer these obvious questions. But, keep up with answer dears.

Lance steps up to the camera.

LANCE WINTERS: Ava honey! I know you love me. You know I love you. WE ARE EACH OTHERS WANT AND NEED BURNING US TO THE CORE! I'm so, so happy that you have placed my heart on you neck. You didn't have to, honest! BUT I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE FOR IT BABY! I know what you people are thinking...HE'S INSANE! HE'S LOST IT! But no...No I am very much sane! You have to realize that the feeling inside of me is unbearable. I must release that feeling for the woman I love deeply! And Ava my dear...You are my love. IT MIGHT BE DIFFICULT TO SEE THAT....But baby I swear, I truly do! I know that you love me. I KNOW THIS FOR A FACT! But if you don't....

He runs his fingers through his hair while looking into the camera with a deranged smile on his.

LANCE WINTERS: I PROMISE THAT YOU WILL LOVE ME SOON ENOUGH! And we won't have to worry about Kai any longer dear!

Lance laughs a little and rubs his fingers on his lips thinking to himself.

LANCE WINTERS: Kai...Ava's lips...They were so soft and delicious as if they were rose pedals with their very own sweet nectar producing from them....He tongue was simply the icing on top. The sweet spot. It was magical, Kai...I must admit. Kissing Ava produces a high that I never want to lose...I'll be tasting them again...soon. Real fucking soon.

He looks back into the camera.

LANCE WINTERS: BUT FIRST I HAVE A DATE WITH YOUR BROTHERS BUTT PIRATE AND HIS TAG ALONG! And boys, Chopz here is ready to tear each of you limb from limb. IT SHALL ME A SWELL TIMEEEEE!!!!!

Lance smile disappears as he looks over to Kenzie tossing the microphone to her feet.

LANCE WINTERS: Is that the interview you wanted bitch? Congratulations, you fucking got it.

Chopz jumps towards her with a vicious growl scarring her a little and laughs. The two Reapers turn heading back towards the exit as the scene fades away.

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The scene opens up to Onyx sitting at a table in the entrance way of the Peterson Event Center surrounded by the over abundance of the HKW fans. The camera zooms in her, as she is signing a poster from her Summer Sizzler shoot as fans ask her numerous questions that she answers with a smile. She even gets out of her seat to give a few of them hugs when they ask for one or to just simply take a photo with them.

Once she signs a poster, and hands it over to a fan, the next fan approaches with a Cyncica mask on, immediately asking for a poster as they approach.

FAN: Hey, I just wanted you to know how awesome it was to see her and Cyncica do the double corkscrew body press on Ina Ina and Aries Armadaist on Defiance Seventeen!

All Onyx could do was smile as she signed her name on the poster and the fan continues.

FAN: How did you even manage to pull off a move like that? No one even knew you were trained to do stuff like that!

Letting out a little laugh, Onyx looks up at the masked fan handing them the poster she just signed for them.

ONYX: You never know if you can do something until you try but, I honestly think it was the influence of Cyncica.

Giving the fan a little wink, she was feeding into their fantasy of the super heroic Cyncica and that she could indeed get people to do extraordinary things with her super heroicness. Which could possibly be true. If someone gives you enough encouragement, anything is possible.

FAN: Holy cow, that’s awesome! Is it true she runs around roof tops and fights crime when she’s not wrestling then? Could you two form some awesome high flying super hero duo?!

The fan had to suddenly bite their tongue as their eyes grew wide and they began to audibly gasp. Their head turned from side to side, as if seeing if anyone would notice as they began to lean over, their voice now barely above whisper.

FAN: Do you know Cyncica’s secret identity..?!

Leaning back in her chair, Onyx looks around cautiously before leaning forward, talking in a whisper as well.

ONYX: What I do know, is that Cyncica does in fact run around roof tops and fight crime. Why else would a super villain set a bounty on her head for her meddling in their plans? As for us being a superhero duo... I think there is a time and place for everything but right now? Is not that time. We both have other things to worry about. I have the All or Nothing Series and Cyncica has her own things to worry about.

FAN: But what about her identity!?

Onyx puts her index finger to her mouth telling the child to keep it down and soon they lower their head and whisper while their eyes dart from side to side.

FAN: What about her identity?

ONYX: I don’t know her secret identity but, if I did? I wouldn’t tell you. Because that wouldn’t be keeping her safe. You see, like every super hero who keeps us safe, we have to do the same for them. So if you ever find out a super hero’s identity, it’s best to keep it to yourself okay?

A new found sense of wonder could be seen lighting up within the kids eyes, excitingly nodding to Onyx.

FAN: Gotcha! I promise I’ll keep it safe if I ever find out!

What was surely an adorable scene that would warm the heart of even the cruellest soul, the moment was brought to a horrible screeching halt when a voice all too familiar to Onyx rang out.

Yeah, that’s real fuckin’ neat-o and all but uuhhh...

Onyx’s expression immediately read her dread as she peered beyond the approaching voice behind the child. Before they could even turn to see who had ruined their moment, the child found themselves airborne, having been grabbed by the back of their shirt and lifted off the ground, now finding themselves face to face with the ever knotted brow of Aries Armadaist.

ARIES ARMADAIST: There’s a height requirement for this conversation that you juuuuust don’t meet.

Aries now held the child away from him, simply letting them go as they dropped to the floor, barely managing to land on their feet as they hit the concrete floor. Aries looked down at the child, now giving him something of an angry glare. One could see the courage in the child’s eyes that was brought about by Onyx’s rousing speech of heroism. Unfortunately, the child couldn’t hide their knocking knees. Surprisingly, Aries’ expression softened, leaning down slightly as he reached his hand out, giving the universal signal to request a high five. The child hesitated at first, but finally stepped forward, reaching out their hand to slap Aries’. Onyx’s eyes widened as she witnessed it. She knew what was about to happen, but the poor naive thing has no idea. She even suddenly rose from her chair with enough force to throw it backwards, but barely got a sound out of her mouth to tell the child to “WAIT” before Aries sprung his trap. Suddenly, the Canadian drew his hand back, lurching it back into a fist as he lunged toward the child.

ARIES ARMADAIST: I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME, GET OUT OF MY FACE!

The child jumped violently at Aries’ sudden movement and booming voice, any courage and awe they had in them immediately being drained out as they took off in a mad sobbing dash away from him. Aries now stood fully once again, unable to hide his sick grin as his upper row of teeth bit down on his bottom lip in almost childish glee.

ARIES ARMADAIST: So, do I get a poster too?

Onyx just glares at Aries, brow narrowed, as she burned a hole right through him. Reaching her hands back, she moves her chair forward before taking a seat and grabbing her gold sharpie as she looked amongst the fans who were staring at the two in shock and awe. People began to whisper to one another as a few slowly began to back away.

Taking a deep breathe, Onyx didn’t really want to give Aries a poster due to what had just transpired but, she was going to be the bigger person. No matter how much she wanted to take the chair she was sitting on, fold it up, and hit him over the head with it.

ONYX: Sure, Aries. You can have a poster.

She said smiling up at him.

ONYX: What wou--

Without warning, Aries again lurched forward, now grabbing her multiple stacks of posters and pictures and begin to shuffle them around. Moving entire stacks, having them leap over one another, trading places and so on and so forth in a mad dosey doe like scramble of fan memorabilia. When he was finished, he simply took a step back with his arms spread wide. He may as well have shouted “BEHOLD!” as Onyx gave him an arched eyebrow.

ARIES ARMADAIST: THAT’S WHAT I THINK OF YOUR STUPID POSTERS! WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO ABOUT THAT?!

ONYX: Ari--

ARIES ARMADAIST: WHATTAYAGONNADO?!

ONYX: Aries, All you did was re-arrange my picture stacks.

One could practically hear the sound of a deflating balloon as the wind was immediately taken from Aries’ sails upon reevaluating his work. He had, in fact, failed to jumble up her pictures, but instead reorganized them. One could even argue they were in a better configuration now. His brow sunk as he frowned, his bottom lip now hanging out as his arms dropped. In some last act of desperation, he snatched up one of Onyx’s bigger posters, immediately beginning to cram it into his gullet, as if he were going to actually attempt to devour the large poster. He only managed to cram about a 4th of the poster into his mouth, however, the remaining crumbled mess clenched in his teeth as he began to walk backwards away from her table, now making the “Suck it” crotch chops as well as he made his retreat.

Onyx sighed, closing her eyes, as she rubbed her forehead. Again, she would have to foul Aries’ plan in ruining her signing.

ONYX: That… wasn’t one of my posters, Aries.

She said loudly so Aries could hear her.

When hearing the news, the canadian violently spit the contents of his mouth out in a mess of slobber and crumpled paper as he shouted.

ARIES ARMADAIST: GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT, FORGET IT THEN!

The canadian, seemingly admitting defeat just threw his arms into the air, turning and marching away from her table, pushing his way through the crowd before the fans were smart enough to simply move around the huffing Aries until he was out of sight.

The camera now zoomed in on the poster that was crumbled and covered in Aries’s slobber revealing it to be a Destiny poster before slowly fading out.

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PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

Back at the Hard Knox Training Facility we see Brandon Banks roaming through the halls, heading in the direction of his office. He waves at the employees he passes by, hearing loud clinking and clanking noises coming out of the office wing of the facility.

BRANDON BANKS: Them fuckin’ tigers got out, didn’t they?!

Banks grabs the nearest employee, a HKWOnline.com web designer, and grips him up by the collar of his shirt.

BRANDON BANKS: How in the fuck you let them tigers get out --

He pauses, trying to remember the guys name.

BRANDON BANKS: …. Fred? It don’t even matter. You about to cost me my life if them tigers out they cages, bruh.

Banks shoves the web designer out of the picture and runs up against the wall, slowly making way toward the offices, realizing the noises weren’t coming from the Co-GM office, it was coming from he and Risky’s.

BRANDON BANKS: The hell?

Banks inches his way toward the door until he’s stopped by RED, positioning himself between Banks and the office door.

BRANDON BANKS: What the hell you doin’ RED? I gotta get in there real quick.

Banks tries to move RED out of the way but it wasn’t happening.

RED: SORRY BB. BLAKE SAID DON’T LET NOBODY INSIDE UNLESS THEY ON THE LIST.

RED holds up a clipboard and as he does the office door opens and quickly closes. Coming from behind RED, Bank’s adoptive brother Gambino is seen wearing a bright orange vest and a yellow hard hat sweating like crazy. He wipes the sweat off with his arm and looks over to Brandon who is looking at him in a state of “What in thee fuck”.

GAMBINO: ………….Gambino.

Gambino then walks away with Brandon watching him walk away.

BRANDON BANKS: …..

Still in a state of “What in the fuck” Banks shakes his head and turns his attention back to RED, specifically the clipboard.

BRANDON BANKS: List?! Fuck yo damn list! How I ain’t on the list, bruh?!

Banks reaches for it, but in a shocking turn of events, RED was actually quick enough to pull it away just before Banks got it.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn it, RED. I only came here to grab somethin’ out that damn office and now you tellin’ me I can’t go in there? Fine. I don’t even care. But if you’re on the list, could you go in there and grab me what I need?

RED shakes his head.

RED: NO CAN DO BRUH. BUT HOLD UP I CAN PROBABLY HELP YOU OUT.

RED reaches in his back pocket and takes out a walkie talkie.

RED: ALPHA, THIS IS BETA WE GOT OMEGA OUT HERE. HOW DO I PROCEED.

#KobeFacepalm by BB.

Suddenly someone with some torn up jeans and a bright orange vest and hard hat in hand walks up.

RANDOM PERSON: Hey bub. Everything goin’ good in there?

RED nods and takes a look at the list.

RED: YEAH, EVERYTHING GOOD BRUH.

Brandon sees RED mark off the name Darwin Ridley.

RED: HEAD ON IN. DON’T FORGET TO PUT THAT HAT ON BEFORE YOU GO IN THERE.

Banks watches Ridley put the hard hat on and enter the office, quickly trying to jump in the door but is stopped by RED.

BRANDON BANKS: How in the hell Darwin Ridley on the list and I ain’t bruh?! Nah, for real this time. Fuck yo list! I should’ve just went to the damn show in Pittsburgh!

Banks breathes out heavily, woosahing and calming himself down.

BRANDON BANKS: My fault, RED. This damn heat drives me insane. Just have someone get me the damn buyrates for Breaking Point and have em emailed to me. And have someone get that ounce of bud out of my damn desk too. That shit legal in Philly now.

Banks looks around the hallways of the facility.

BRANDON BANKS: Think we could build a mini hotel somewhere in here? Or just a penthouse at like the top of the shit? Bout to move to Philly, bruh.

The door opens with Lyle Risky stepping out, not in a vest but just regular clothes and a white hard hat. He looks at Brandon and smiles.

LYLE RISKY: AYYYEEEEEE!!!! What you doin’ here bruh?

Now totally feeling left out, Banks looks at the hard hats RED and Risky were wearing and frowns.

BRANDON BANKS: But I don’t get a hard hat though. And Ridley do?

He stomps his feet and begins walking away from Risky and RED. Risky chases after Brandon putting his arm around him and laughing.

LYLE RISKY: C’mon bruh it ain’t like that. I’m in there doin’ a little something something. But the thing is--

A group of men come in bringing in large and heavy crates. Lyle stops to direct them to the office.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah, rite in there fellas. I got the floorplan and shit on B’s desk.

He turns back towards Brandon and continues talking.

LYLE RISKY: You can’t go in there for a few days….I mean not until it’s done. Look around the time Destiny comes it’ll be ready bruh. But until then you...You just can’t go in there.

Flailing his arms out, Banks glances at the crates being carried by the workers and squints.

BRANDON BANKS: Aight, whatever. But whatever you’re doin’ in there, make sure you get the L’s from that shit. I heard we almost got into some shit over them damn tigers but Cyn was smart enough to get a license.

Banks looks at Risky.

BRANDON BANKS: Speaking of… You talk to Zero yet?

Risky snarls.

LYLE RISKY: Only time I see that bitch is we on set doin’ Internal. I don’t see em after that he just disappears and don’t even try and talk about HKW. He just does our scenes and be out. I’ma get at em though bruh. And that shit...Don’t worry about that bruh I got that shit handled.

Lyle pats him on the shoulder.

LYLE RISKY: Don’t worry. I got shit handled just get down to the show and I’ll see you down there bruh.

Banks looks at his G-Shock and shrugs.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, that shit startin’ in a few hours. Motherfuckin got Zero, Cyn, Anya, Nero but everyone on vacation and we gotta go ta these damn shows. Fuck.

Banks snarls, grabbing the brim of his White Sox snapback and swinging it backwards,.

BRANDON BANKS: I gotta be out.

Banks gives Risky daps, ending with the two walking down different ends of the hallway until the scene fades.

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The camera cut back to Philadelphia, where Kai and Ava were shown walking side by side as they continued to search for the bar that housed The Reapers In Pride. So far, it seemed that their search was a lost cause, as they have yet to find what they were looking for. Kai ran a hand through his hair as his lip curled in disdain as he mutters quietly under his breath.

KAI: I’m beginning to lose the very little patience I have left.

Ava's eyes flicker up to his face as she silently and almost imperceptibly slides her hand into his for a moment.

She opens her mouth to speak when something catches her eye and she gently tugs his hand to get his attention, jerking her chin over to where a young man is exiting a non-descript building in a leather prospects kutte. He leans against the building to light a cigarette. Kai eyes the young man for a moment, before giving a slight nod of understanding.

Before the two can move, Kai stopped her suddenly, his eyes focused on something that stood beyond the young prospect. Just as he rose his head to let out an exhale of smoke, two pairs of arms suddenly shot out of the alleyway behind him, wrapping around him and yanking him inside. They heard muffled screams of pain echo off of the walls for several moments, before there was complete silence. The silence lasted for several moments, before the two men stepped out of the shadows, stepping over the unconscious and beaten body of the prospect as they stared at Kai and Ava.

KAI: ...You’re late.

Ava cast her eyes upwards before taking a nearly imperceptible step back behind Kai, just slightly. Her expression remained impassive, almost blank. The two members of Project Venom said nothing, simply staring at Kai and Ava in an unnerving silence. Finally, all four turned their heads and looked up at the building the prospect had exited. Wasting no further time, all four began the walk towards it and the scene shifted.

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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. The two then walk to the middle of the stage and nod to one another, before looking straight ahead and shouting "Going Super Saiyan!" as a wall of Yellow Pyro explodes behind them.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 380 pounds, they are the team of Michael Alexander and Jinzai, THE SUPER SAIYANS!

BRIAN MASON: In about two weeks time, the Super Saiyans will meet the Reapers Hellhounds and Future Shock for the HKW World Tag Team championships.

ALEXA CORRA: A title shot they shouldn't even have. The one mistake the Hounds made when attacking these two teams? They didn't allow one of the two teams to finish the other off.

RANDY THE GUY: Ah, shit? You actually got yo mouth off of Leifi's-

BRIAN MASON: Can we act like professionals, please?!

They then sprint down to the ring and slide into the ring, before each hop onto a turnbuckle and begin posing for the crowd. Jinzai tosses his vest into the crowd, before both jump down and begin getting ready for the match. Their song begins to fade out before it is quickly replaced by "Dance With The Devil" by Breaking Benjamin. From the top of the stairs in the audience, you can see a evilly grinning Lance Winters standing there, a stoic looking Chopz right behind him. The two men slowly begin making their way down the stairs, avoiding contact with the fans.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents, representing RIP, LANCE WINTERS AND CHOPZ!

BRIAN MASON: Lance Winters has done some very...let's say questionable things, lately.

RANDY THE GUY: This motherfucker's crazy.

ALEXA CORRA: He's just misunder- ah, fuck it. He's crazy.

Once Lance Winters and Chopz make their way to the barricade, they both go over it and slowly circle the ring before entering it. The two teams begin mouthing off at each other before the ref tells all four men to head to their designated corners. Once they do so, he asks for the bell to ring to start the match.

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DING! DING! DING!


Jinzai and Michael have a small conversation with one another before Jinzai nods his head and exits the ring, allowing Michael to start the match. Lance doesn't even converse with Chopz, just pats him on the chest and exits the ring, allowing Chopz to start the match for his side. Michael charges in, catching Chopz off guard for a bit as he just manages to sidestep Michael. Michael quickly turns around and is met with a boot to the face by Chopz! Michael is quickly floored, but gets to his feet almost as fast, only for Chopz to do a 360 spin, raising his right arm high up in the air, and taking Alexander's head off with a spinning clothesline! The audience boos as Chopz looks over at Lance, who grins as he gives him a thumbs up.

Chopz then grabs Michael by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before throwing him into the corner where Lance is at. Lance raises his hands up, giving the ref a big grin as if he's not planning on doing anything to his opponent. Chopz charges into the corner and hits a big splash that sends Michael slowly dropping down to the bottom turnbuckle. The Hellhound then begins to stomp away at the Prodigy, getting orders barked at him by the RIP president before the ref pulls Chopz off of the young man. This is when Lance goes to work as he drops off from the apron before repeatedly punching Michael in the face, even attempting to claw out one of his eyes.

BRIAN MASON: Oh, come on now! This is just plain old cheating!

ALEXA CORRA: Shut up, Mason.

RANDY THE GUY: This dude probably tryna take out Michael's eye for his collection.

When the ref turns around and sees this, he begins shouting at Lance, who immediately backs off. Jinzai, not wanting to let this go without punishment, hops off of the apron and begins circling the ring before charging forward and dropkicking Lance! Lance stumbles backwards and falls over the steel steps and onto his ass. The audience cheers Jinzai on as he hops right on top of Lance and begins nailing him with lefts and rights. Chopz, not liking seeing his president in trouble, quickly exits the ring and grabs Jinzai by the hair...only for it to backfire when Jinzai catches him with a shot to the gut. Chopz releases his grip and Jinzai begins nailing him with multiple right handed punches to the face.

Michael, who has now recovered, quickly exits to the outside and begins helping his tag partner out in the handling of a beating to Chopz. The two young men then kick Chopz right in the gut and attempt a double team suplex, only from Lance to come from behind and clip Jinzai on the right knee, forcing him to drop to it.

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2!

Lance then grabs Jinzai by the head and turns him around before sending him crashing back first into the steel steps! Michael lets go of Chopz and attempts to go after Lance, but Chopz grabs Michael's head with both hands before driving him to the ground onto his head on the ground!

3!

4!

5!

BRIAN MASON: This is turning into an all out brawl!

ALEXA CORRA: When the fuck do these idiots not brawl?

Lance begins stomping away at Jinzai, while Michael is slowly grabbed by the head by Chopz. HKW's Pitbull gets the Prodigy up to both feet and lifts him up onto both of his shoulders...only for Michael to slip from behind and shove Chopz right onto the nearby steel post!

6!

7!

Michael then proceeds to roll Chopz into the ring. But, before he can slide in himself, Lance tackles him to the ground and begins pummeling on him as the ref continues the count!

BRIAN MASON: Wait a second! Michael's the legal man for his side and Winters is now keeping him from entering the ring!

RANDY THE GUY: The motherfucker's crazy. He ain't paying attention to no damn count.

8!

9!

10!

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winners of this match, Chopz and Lance Winters!

ALEXA CORRA: Score one for the talented guys!

Lance and Michael now begin trading punches once Michael is able to shove Lance off of him and the two are able to get to their feet. While that happens, Chopz gets to his feet facing the entranceway and tron, the fight between Lance and Michael happening on the other side. Before he can turn his head, Chopz stops in his tracks as the tron comes to life, the audience bursting in cheers as they see...the smiling face of Colton Sterling.

COLTON STERLING: Oh, good. It's working. Hey, Chopz. How you doing, buddy?

Chopz just keeps a stoic expression as Colton keeps on smiling.

COLTON STERLING: You know, a lot of people don't know this, but I love me some bikes. Motorcycles, to be exact. I have even ridden that one motorcycle Julian Dark gave Zack Jones when he won at Legendary. But, the sickest bike I've ever seen was one I managed to find here tonight. In fact, do you guys want to see it?

The audience shouts back "yeah" and Colton obliges, stepping back to reveal a black motorcycle. An RIP motorcycle. Chopz's motorcycle. Colton then slowly walks over to the bike, chuckling while Chopz remains in the ring, eyes widened.

COLTON STERLING: Chopz, someone told me that you absolutely LOVED sharing your bike, so I'm going to borrow your bike for the time being until my match. Don't worry, I'll just take a ride and clear my head then bring it right back...12% chance it'll be the exact same as it was before I took it on this joyride.

Colton gets on the seat of the bike and turns to the camera, smiling. Chopz, still in the ring, has now begun yelling out almost every swear he can think of at Sterling.

COLTON STERLING: Thanks, buddy. See you soon.

And with that, Colton starts up the motorcycle and ROARS out of the parking lot as the tron cuts back to the HKW logo. Chopz is absolutely furious. Once he turns towards the direction of the Michael-Lance fight, he is met with a Jinzai Cutter!

BRIAN MASON: JINZAI CUTTER! JINZAI CUTTER!

ALEXA CORRA: First Colton steals his bike, now he gets hit with a Jinzai Cutter? Bullshit.

Jinzai then proceeds to exit the ring as Lance slides in and Michael circles around as the two head up the ramp, a more satisfied look on their faces at what they've done. Lance just shakes his head as he checks up on Chopz, the scene fading out with Jinzai and Michael slapping hands and smirking.

Winner: Lance Winters & Chopz (8:06)

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We find the stern yet seductive Talia Valen in a hallway backstage, she has a small briefcase laid out on a table in the hallway, and she’s sorting and shuffling paperwork. She pauses briefly to look over one sheet, straightens the stack and files them away with a devilish grin on her face. She twirls the combination on the case and walks the hall, stowing the case away in the locker room. Coming back into view, her phone rings.

TALIA VALEN: Natalia speaking. …. Yes the Corton-Charlemagne. … $800 per bottle? Yes… five. Very well.

She snaps off her phone with an air of arrogance.

TALIA VALEN: Exceptional working conditions and physical exertion demands that one’s thirst is adequately quenched, yes? Convenient to have some peons that hunt up my wine for me. Saves my mind and physique for more crucial tasks.

Laughing to herself, she straightened a long curl of hair in the hall mirror, and she noticed the dark-haired figure striding up beside her. She turned and extended her hand to him with a slight smirk.

DHAMIEN THOMAS: Talia, so good to see you again. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I was walking down the hall and thought I would say hello and see how you are doing. Not to mention how impressive you’ve been since entering this company.

Dhamien paused and began to chuckle.

DHAMIEN THOMAS: Okay, maybe I’m not being ENTIRELY honest. Yes, all I had just said holds true, but I also wanted to see if you were still intent on forging your way alone. I am still looking to manage another amazing talent and you would be that amazing talent if interested...not to mention the million dollar signing bonus, but a woman of your station wouldn’t be interested in such money.

Talia just smiled and examined her nails.

TALIA VALEN: Dhamien, Dhamien… you manage the champion of this very company. So obviously you have an eye for talent, it is quite flattering to be considered. And the money…. it is a nice.. round figure, of course. Dollar signs aren’t flashing in my eyes, I’m not hard up for cash; still… it makes a girl wonder. For matters in the ring, I’m quite brash and instinctive. For matters of business, I weigh all the options… you can understand, yes? I cannot in good faith give you such an answer… yet.

Dhamien goes to reply, but his attention is brought to the World champion, Felicity Banks, entering the picture from behind Talia already dressed down in her gear, with her championship in her hand.

FELICITY BANKS: His persistence grows on you. Eventually you realize that a persistent manager is a good manager even if there are a couple bumps in the road.

Referring to the last Defiance, Felicity shakes her head and lets out an exasperated sigh, her focus still on Dhamien.

FELICITY BANKS: But with that said, I really think it’s best that you stay back here tonight, Dhamien. Really not trying to hear anyone make any excuses for Xavier after tonight's over. No you, no Ina, no anyone.

Felicity looks over at Talia and smiles, before bringing the HKW World championship to her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: You should really, really, really give a lot of thought to that offer though, Talia. You never really know what it might bring you.

There was a lot of emphasis on the really’s in Felicity’s statement, constantly raising her shoulder with the HKW Championship up after each really.

FELICITY BANKS: Take it from me… In this company? You have at least have one, two, maybe three people you know you could rely on. Ones that have your back. Look at RIP… Look at all the tag teams in this place... RicHomiez... Even Neon’s little band of mean girls that she charmingly introduced tonight. Everyone has someone… Just remember that. Match coming up though, and gotta see bro-bro.

Felicity gives Talia another friendly smile before waving at Dhamien and exiting the picture. Talia watches her leave and narrows her eyes to near black slits, playing with a ring on her finger. She turns back to Dhamien, nodding.

TALIA VALEN: She does have a point. Strength in numbers, a philosophy as old as time itself. I would say… if I were a betting woman, things are looking promising for you Mr. Thomas.

She pursed her lips and adjusted his lapel before exiting the room herself.
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The camera focuses in on The Diirtyy South, as the two malicious females seem to be contesting new strategy. As the cameraman gets closer to the villains, their dialogue comes into play. The two seem to be rehearsing some sort of unaccustomed move.

VERONICA RAE: Just put your arm up and wave it side to side….

LONDON LONDON: Hold on, like this?...

Music is heard blaring from one of the divas iPhone, the hit song “Nae Nae” by Toonz is their song of choice. As the two exploit the new dance craze, Veronica notices the cameraman has snuck upon them.

VERONICA RAE: Wait Lon! There’s a camera! Hey, mister camera-man! Umm, wave back!!

Seeming intimidated by her loud accent thickened voice and the earsplitting music the cameraman slightly backs up, which doesn’t set well with Veronica. She jumps aggressively at the camera, even extending her arm out to possibly break it. Thankfully her tag team partner, London pushes her back after pressing the pause button on the music.

LONDON LONDON: Chill Ronnie, chill! Remember we’re better than all these crew members, so they basically irrel-Oh shit! Girl, you see my reflexion in this lense thing….I knew I looked good but didn’t know my eyebrow game was this strong!!

Catching a glimpse of herself in the camera, she gets extremely close to the camera, enjoying what she sees. Veronica then gets adjacent to the camera checking out her own facial features. Both women must have forgotten this was an interview.

CAMERAMAN: Ladies! I was wondering what’s your game plan for your six person elimination tag match with Acelin Tate?

Both girls pause remember the atmosphere that they’re in, after their self-absorbing moment.

LONDON LONDON: That’s right, we do have a new partner tonight….You know I DON’T like new people...The last person we had team with us in a six person tag left without even giving us a goodbye!!

The crowd begins to get into a little stir at the indirect jab at former HKW champion, Gwen Massey. London has an evil look in her eyes while Veronica’s face begins to sadden.

VERONICA RAE: I know, she left a bad taste in a lot of peoples mouth, but this guy could be just what we need! I mean he is kind of cute, and he’s foreign! He could like be the Augustus Waters to my Hazel Grace…

London stares at her best friend with her head tilted to the side. She shakes her head side to side, having a fragment of “The Fault In Our Stars” movie trailer, in the back of her mind. After looking side to side she puts her hand over Veronica’s mouth, stopping her from embarrassing the team even more.

LONDON LONDON: I’m gonna need you to never say that again to me...

CAMERAMAN: Aren’t you two a little nervous about the two masked superheroes in Cyncicia and El Ladron on the opposite side outsmarting you?

LONDON LONDON: Ugh! I’m so sick of these two captain save-a-hoes! Like they tend to not be able to mind their own comical business, and want to poke through other peoples. Those two pussycats make me wanna vomit!

Both girls roll their eyes vigorously with even the thought of the two masked heros. London clutches onto her stomach, possibly looking side to side for a bucket to empty her lunch in. Veronica on the other hand has the same confused look on her face, as she nearly always does.

VERONICA RAE: What does El Ladron even mean? We’re in the United States of America, I shouldnt have to use Google translate every time they’re on camera..

She runs her fingers through her long curly hair, like clock work. Even tapping her foot with impatience. London on the other hand rubs her tender neck before expressing to the HKW fans once more.

LONDON LONDON: The difference between us and those two posers are we are wild hellcats, while they’re just pussycats. Hiding behind a mask, because they’re too scared to face reality. Well just like some of the great superheros, it just takes one...in this case two...sneaky villains to slay you and end your little comic book fantasy.

The two girls glances at each other with a sly grin on their faces, before looking deep into the camera lens.

VERONICA RAE: And Jack dear, you’re guilty by association! It’s nothing personal, it’s just business. Welcome to The Diirtyy South…

The scene fades to black….

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Backstage, we see Brandon Banks still doing his best to hide out from members of the roster standing next to the company doctor, Jerald Dumars.

BRANDON BANKS: So his knee is good, right? I don’t want there to be a chance this dude can’t compete at Destiny.

Dumars shrugs as the two continue walking down the hall.

JERALD DUMARS: Well, there is always a chanCe of re-aggravating the injury, Mr. Banks. However, it is in much better condition than it were before.

BRANDON BANKS: Eh, not really the answer I was lookin’ for, doc. You know what…

Realizing they were just outside of Xavier’s designated locker room for the night, Banks pats the doctor on the back and uses his other arm to knock on Xavier’s dressing room door.

BRANDON BANKS: Might as well just ask him, right?

Banks shoos doctor Dumars away, knocking on the door a little harder, waiting for Xavier to answer.

BRANDON BANKS: Ayo, XAD! You in there?

A yell was heard coming from inside, along with someone shuffling around inside.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Yeah!

The door opens moments later, showing Xavier Asher Daniels, dressed mostly to compete as he gave Banks a friendly smile

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Oh, Hi Brandon. You wanted to talk to me about something?

Brandon looks down at Xavier’s knee.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, more like… Well, yeah. Ask you something. You know, you don’t gotta cash in on this title shot tonight, right? You got a pretty big match comin’ up at Destiny, and I know walkin’ in the World champion sounds great, but…

Banks looks up, giving Xavier a shrug of the shoulders.

BRANDON BANKS: Being able to walk into Destiny, period, is a big enough deal. I don’t know where Fel’s heads at right now, honestly… I never saw her this way. Shit, bruh. She becomin’ me and doin’ everything possible to…

Banks pauses, shaking the thought of his sister becoming him out of his head.

BRANDON BANKS: Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were risking tonight. If you still ain’t feeling a hundred percent, you don’t have to take this match tonight. You could take on the winner of the Destiny main event on the following Defiance or Ignite or some shit, ya know?

XAD frowned slightly as he hobbled back into his locker room, sitting down so that he could put on his knee brace. After a few moments of silence, he began speaking as he began strapping up the brace.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’ve gotta be honest with you, Brandon… I’ve been thinking about this all week. A lot of people have been telling me that I shouldn’t take the match, that I should walk away from this entire thing and live to fight another day because this time it might be WORSE than just a sprained ligament.

Xavier’s frown deepened as he finished strapping up the knee brace, before he looked back up at Banks.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: But it’s not that easy. I don’t like her and it kills me to admit this, but Felicity was right about something. I’m not a special competitor, and the only real reason I’m getting this match is because she got me so worked up to the point where I pushed her back. All the stuff with her aside, what if I never get this chance again? What if I make a full recovery, wrestle for another 10 years, and manage to never get another World Title Shot?

He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: This is probably the only shot I’ve got at being champion… and I wanna take it. I can’t afford to wait and I can’t afford to walk away. I NEED to take this.

Being a wrestler before an owner, Banks completely understands where Xavier was coming from, remembering back to PDW’s Parental Advisory III when he wrestled with a concussion fresh off of a car accident.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah… Know exactly what that’s like. But just know that as long as you’re in HKW, there’s always gonna be chances for ya, Xavier. In all honesty, you’ve been here since damn near day one and you’re one of the few who never got tied into all that RIP bullshit. You never really bothered anyone. You just came here, did your job, and became more than just that singer and performer we knew you as. You became a legitimate threat to every title this company has.

Banks nods his head, a small smirk on his face.

BRANDON BANKS: That’s a big ass leap there, X. A big ass leap. But I could already tell that I ain’t gonna talk you outta this, so I won’t try to. Just remember what…

Banks waves his hand and shakes his head.

BRANDON BANKS: The hell am I doin’ over here tryna be inspirational? Just go out there and give the fans a show to remember.

Banks reaches forward and pats Xavier on the back before turning around and walking out of the locker room. Xavier watches as Banks leaves, before he lets out a sigh and places his head in his hands, trying to calm himself down as it hits him just how close he is to becoming World Champion. How close he is to doing this, and all so soon.

Feeling his nerves settle a bit, he pulls himself up to his feet and gets his jacket, before he slips it on and hobbles out of the locker room to prepare for the match.

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The scene slowly fades into Jack Warren, doing his pre-match warmup. He is wearing a black HKW hoodie, the hood over his head and the zipper unzipped. As he stretches out his arms, Jack's translator and manager, Allen Hughes, makes his way onto the scene. Hughes is dressed in his black and white suit, and is seen fixing his tie as he enters the scene.

ALLEN HUGHES: You feeling alright, Jack?

Jack stops stretching and moves his hands and fingers, performing sign language. A smile appears on Allen's face as he completely understands what his client just signed to him.

ALLEN HUGHES: Good. I know you are feeling great after that win against Virgil Isaiah Pryce, but the competition gets tougher from here. Tonight, you've got Dirty South and Acelin Tate.

Jack signs once more and Allen chuckles.

ALLEN HUGHES: Yes, they aren't the nicest of people, but tonight, you get to show the people that you can handle yourself in that ring. That you are no longer the Jackson Strong they remember who got his ass kicked so many times. That you are Jack Warren, a completely different animal, and the next All Or Nothing Series winner.

Jack slaps his chest and nods his head before signing one more thing. After that, he smiles and heads off out of the scene. Allen begins smiling as well as he follows him.

ALLEN HUGHES: This guy is something special...

We fade out.

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Acelin Tate and The Dirrtyy South defeated Jack Warren, El Ladron, and Cyncica after eliminating the other team.(15:16): Just as the match began, Cyncica looked to be taking it to both members of the Dirrtyy South until an army of ex HKW employees including Darwin Ridley, Virgil Isiah Price, and ex-RIP Sargent of Arms Deontay Chaos came down to the ring to collect on the Cyncica bounty. Once she noticed the army of ex-HKW employees, Cyncica soared over the top rope and connected with a flipping Senton onto the army of workers! Instead of returning to the match, Cyncica fled through the crowd, the army of wrestlers chasing after her.

Eliminated via count out: Cyncica.

It seemed El Ladron was more worried about the welfare of his partner instead of the match, trying to follow the band of former HKW stars after Cyncica, but instead, Ladron took it to Veronica Rae and eliminated her with the Grand Theft Uno.

Eliminated via count out: Veronica Rae.

London London snuck in from behind Ramirez and rolled him up with a handful of tights for the three.

Eliminated via count out: El Ladron

Tate and Warren went blow for blow until Warren sent Tate flying across the ring with a capture suplex. Tate immediately tagged in London London, but she didn't last long against the surging Jack Warren, getting her head spiked into the mat following a Nail on Coffin and eliminated.

Eliminated via count out: London London

Tate and Warren would go shot for shot, Warren nearly picking up the win for his team following another Nail in the Coffin, but Tate got his foot on the ropes. Suddenly, the RIP theme song blared over the sound system, distracting Warren long enough to catch with Spec-Tate for the three.

Winners: Acelin Tate and The Diirrttyy South

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The scene opens with Lance Winters headed towards the arena's exit. Before getting there he hears a whistle. He stops looking around and sees Co-Owner Lyle Risky standing there waving him over into a dim lit hallway. As Lance gets to the hallway he smirks.

LANCE WINTERS: Hello, hello!

Lyle looks around making sure there wasn't any cameras around before he begins speaking to Lance.

LYLE RISKY: Just what in the fucking hell was that last week? Huh?

Lance throws up his hands playing innocent.

LANCE WINTERS: HEY NOW! I didn't do anything!

Lyle stares at him blankly.

LYLE RISKY: You know what the fuck I'm talking about Lance! You fucking carve a heart into Ava's fucking neck?! She could of fucking died you fucking psycho!

Lance laughs and shrugs.

LANCE WINTERS: So fucking what Bridges? Really? So fucking what? If she would of died it wouldn't of been on you. It's not like shes fucking signed, shes not your fucking responsibility. And I absolutely don't give a single fuck if any of these kids die by my fucking hands you understand me? You wanted me here. You got me here. And this is what the fuck you are going to get. Maybe Joey should of explained it better to you just who in the fuck I am!

Lyle shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: No, I know who you fucking are. And I know exactly what I asked for damnit. But while you and you boys are in my fucking company you are going to do what, and when I fucking say do you hear me? I don't give a damn if you hurt a few people in the process of whatever the fuck you're doing, but don't bring that hardcore biker gang crap here! You can play the fuckin tough guy shit but don't bring that psycho murderous fuck here damnit! I got a fucking business to run. I can't give a God damn what you and you're boys do outside of HKW but inside of it....

LANCE WINTERS: Oh shut your fucking yap Bridges! You.

Lance pokes Lyle's chest.

LANCE WINTERS: Don't run me. You don't run the Reapers. I do! And if I say my boys can do whatever the fuck they want when or where ever, then they fucking can. Sure, I'll do you're dirty work. That's nothing to me Bridges, but don't you fucking dare let shit get over your head. Because you keep trying to tell me this and that, you're going to be on the same fucking end as these little brats. Now do you fucking understand me?!

Lyle turns away and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: I'm doing everything you asked so far. The Reapers are going to run this fucking company, and sure. You'll have our protection when the time comes. But you just keep your end of the fucking deal.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah but why the hell did you have to bring Ava into this?!

LANCE WINTERS: Collateral damage...

He replies with a smirk.

LANCE WINTERS: Nice talk Bridges. See you later soon, yeah?

Lance pats Lyle on the shoulder and walks away. Lyle straightens up his suit and looks around checking for anyone watching. No one in sight. He then too walks away from the scene.

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Once again, we cut to the backstage area. Though the shot is just of the entrance to the arena from the employee parking lot, you can hear the sputtering of an engine. A real fucked up one. Slowly making his way onto the scene is Colton Sterling...with Chopz's bike being pushed forward by him. The bike, once a shiny black one, is now completely wrecked. There are multiple dents, the back tire is busted like crazy, and scratches galore. The motorcycle still seems to be running though, but due to it being so messed up, Colton has been forced to walk it all the way up to the entranceway. Jaxon Queen, his tag team partner, makes his way out through the entrance and sees Colton...then looks at the bike...then looks back at Colton before grinning.

JAXON QUEEN: So, I'm assuming something happened to this motorcycle?

Colton grins as well.

COLTON STERLING: Damn, I was hoping no one would be able to notice. Looks like I can't ride these motorcycles, man.

JAXON QUEEN: Yeah, cause you didn't ride Zack's bike perfectly. Oh, well. Guess Chopz can sue you for the money for the damages...if he can read and write.

Colton scoffs as he lets the motorcycle drop to the ground before turning to his partner.

COLTON STERLING: Trust me. At Destiny, a busted up bike is going to be the least of his worries. Because, I'm going to take that big fat head of his and drive my knees into it....REPEATEDLY. Then, I'm going to kick his teeth down his damn throat. And finally, when he thinks he's suffered enough punishment...

Sterling slowly walks up to his partner, his face now clear of a grin and replaced by a scowl.

COLTON STERLING: I'M GOING TO CRACK HIS SKULL OPEN.

Queen looks like he's almost about to shit himself as he sees a fire he has never seen from his tag team partner before. After a few seconds, Jaxon nods his head.

JAXON QUEEN: Sounds good. Now, let's go. We got a tag team match to win.

The two men turn around and head back inside of the arena. The camera turns to the destroyed bike as the scene slowly fades out.

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Nearing one of the exits of Peterson Event Center, we see No Limits champion Joey Perello heading toward the parking lot just a few moments before his match with Drew Thornton. Perello is surprisingly alone, but it doesn’t last long as he gets into the parking lot to see Lance Winters on his Harley. Lance revs the engine a few times as Perello nears closer, yelling over the loud bike.

JOEY PERELLO: Leaving already?

It doesn’t look like Lance could hear Joey over the bike as Lance revs the engine some more until Perello taps Lance on the shoulder, startling the RIP president enough to reach into his cut and grab the knife that he used on Ava Adore. Once he sees it’s Perello, Lance facepalms and turns the bike off.

LANCE WINTERS:: VP!!!!

He takes a look at the knife and smiles admiring it’s blade. Remembering that Perello is there watching him he shakes his head and stands up while placing the knife back inside his cut.

LANCE WINTERS:: You alright? DID ONYX BREAK YOUR HEART ALREADY!? SAY IT ISN’T SO!?

Perello squints his eyes, not having a clue where assumption came from.

JOEY PERELLO: … I’m perfectly fine, boss. Onyx hasn’t broken anything, she’s just… I’m not sure where she is, actually.

He turns his head and looks around the parking lot before giving it a shrug of the shoulders.

JOEY PERELLO: But yeah, nothing like that. I was simply going for a walk before my match with that Thornton character and came out here for some air… To see you leaving, surprisingly.

Perello’s cop instincts kick in, realizing how quickly Lance went or his knife when Perello tapped him on the shoulder.

JOEY PERELLO: … This Kai and Ava Adore thing doesn’t have you, I don’t know… Worried, does it?

Lance shakes his head and chuckles.

LANCE WINTERS:: WELL THAT IS ABSURD! I just really don’t like people sneaking up behind like that. Stabbed some hooker in the right boob once. Right through the implant. That was a bit gross, ewww. BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT! No, I’m not worried about anything. Who the fuck am I to be worried about anyone in this shit company?

He begins to laugh while taking out a cigarette.

LANCE WINTERS:: Hell, I’m just here collecting a check for whooping these kids asses. Still can’t believe that guy managed you...AND ASKS US TO COME HERE?! HAHAHA! Easy fucking money if you ask me.

Lance lights the cancer stick and exhales some smoke from the side of his mouth.

LANCE WINTERS:: You ain’t gotta worry bout me Joey. YOU DON’T EVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT LITTLE OL ME!

Perello takes a whiff of the cigarette and immediately, the nicotine craving begins to eat him. He reaches behind his ear and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint, putting it his mouth and searches for a lighter in his jeans.

JOEY PERELLO: I wouldn’t even call it worried, boss. More-so… Well, I’ll let you handle that. Anyhow, you remember when we discussed adding more to our ranks? Maybe even going Nationally with RIP? Well… I think I may have found the perfect candidate. Russian, to be exact.

Perello finds a lighter in his jeans pocket and lights up the joint, not really giving much of a damn about the camera crew filming them. He inhales the first hit of the joint and holds it in, looking directly at the camera crew members.

JOEY PERELLO: These fellas know exactly who I’m talking about, don’tcha boys?

Lance nods.

LANCE WINTERS:: Reapers Olympics? Hey Joey, I was honestly drunk as all hell that day man--

JOEY PERELLO: I understand that, and so was I… I think. Regardless, it’s a hell of an idea. I mean, look what D.C. turned out to be. Luke’s over here losing his mind… We need something… Steady. It’s at least something to give some… Sober thought to?

Lance exhales the tobacco smoke through his nostrils and nods.

LANCE WINTERS:: OKAY! You got me. Russian you say? What’s the kid’s name? And I swear to God if you say Vladimir Putin like that sexy bitch on TV I’ll snap!

Perello laughs, but shakes his head from side to side.

JOEY PERELLO: Close, but no cigar. Viktor Volkov. Kid who’s going to be the the first Lionheart Champion.

Perello takes a drag of the joint, holding in the hit for a moment before flicking half the joint away, now no longer fiending for a cigarette.

JOEY PERELLO: A division you’d probably dominate in now that I think of it.

Lance places his cigerrate in his mouth and flexes his arms.

LANCE WINTERS:: CALL ME DOMINATOR! DOM FOR SHORT!

He laughs shaking his head.

LANCE WINTERS:: Volkov...New chump right? He any good? I ain’t been paying much attention. WELL MAYBE I HAVE BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER. You think he Reaper material? You think he’s loyal. You think he can actually stick it out? I DON’T NEED NO OTHER SON OF A BITCH THAT DOESN’T HAVE THE BALLS TO CARRY OUT A FUCKING ORDER. I DON’T NEED SOME OTHER BITCH I WANT IN THIS CLUB TO BACK THE FUCK OUT WHEN WE TRY AND AWARD HIM WITH SOMETHING!

Lance calms down a bit waiting for Perello to answer.

JOEY PERELLO: Seems like Reaper material to me. Seems to get a good grasp of it knowing full well that this extends beyond HKW. Knows what’s what, I’d say.

Perello shrugs his shoulders and glances at the No Limits championship. He sighs as he looks at it before turning back to Lance.

JOEY PERELLO: The way I see it… The Russians have always been good on their words, outside of Mr. Lewis in that Internal movie Banks and Blake are making…

Perello pauses, nodding his head.

JOEY PERELLO: Wonder why they didn’t ask us to be in it?

LANCE WINTERS:: HOLLYWOOD JOEY! Hollywood is afraid of the real thing. We’re authentic Joey!

Lance begins to think to himself about the new Hard Knox signee.

LANCE WINTERS:: I’ll keep an eye on em. Have a look see, hehe!

Lance walks back over to his bicycle climbing back on.

LANCE WINTERS:: I expect you to do the same.

Perello nods his head before turning around and heading back toward the arena while Lance remains outside on his bike.

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


Let’s all party, like tomorrow is the end of the world, tomorrow is the end of the world, tomorrow is the end of the worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrld…


As the last line blurs into the volume swell of Steel Panther’s “Party Like Tomorrow is the End of the World” gold pyro shoots up from the stage and down from above, when it clears, the Neon Dragons are there.


Have sex (YEAH) with every female of the species today
The end is near (YEAH) so don’t you worry ‘bout the HIV
Get drunk (YEAH) til you puke all over the floor
We’re gonna die (YEAH) tomorrow so let’s get hammered like never before



Darren is looking straight into a low camera on the ramp and flashing “the shocker” while Sav holds his arms up giving double metal “devil horns” as a smoke machine builds the smoke up around them…until the wind up coughing and have to stumble off the stage and down the ramp. The crown gets into their entrance music, yelling “YEAH” with the background singers as Darren and Sav regroup and walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans until they get to the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, the most metal tag team in the history of wrestling, weighing in at a combined weight of 463 pounds, from Los Angeles, California…Darren Diamond; Savage Steele, the NEON DRAGONS!


The clock is runnin' down, you see
You gotta do the things you wanna do
Bone your step-sister
Climb the Matterhorn
Find some horny cougars
And shoot some cougar porn, baby



Savage Steele dives into the ring and balances on the center rope along the side of the ring as Darren Diamond jumps up onto the apron and poses on one knee giving the metal horns on one hand. He turns to pull himself up and realizes his face is crotch-level with Sav, which prompts him to immediately stand up and yell at Sav, gesturing for him to step back. Once both are in the ring, they center in on Sadie Sanderson McLean, saying something that makes her laugh. After failing to entice her to show them her boobs, they get alongside her and actually manage to get her to dance a little, but she extricates herself once they start pelvic thrusting. Once she’s gone, they thrust into one another, and when their crotches touch, they both look horrified and sprint to opposite corners, climbing to the second ropes.


Let's all party
Like tomorrow is the end of the world
Party freakin' hardy
Like tomorrow is the end of the world



Darren ditches his sunglasses and leather jacket, Savage points out into the crowd, smiling. Both of them try to get some of the women in the crowd to show their boobs, with more success than one might expect. Then they drop down, and having been far enough removed from their homoerotic encounter a few moments ago, can now share a corner.

BRIAN MASON: The Neon Dragons have made a pretty decent impact since arriving here in Hard Knox Wrestling.

ALEXA CORRA: And have managed to piss off the team of Diirty South. I'd say that isn't too smart of a move, but we know these two aren't that smart.

RANDY THE GUY: Dudes look like my uncle Mike.

BRIAN MASON: Uncle Mike?

RANDY THE GUY: Yeah. He was this friend of my mom's who would always come over to the house. Smelled like peach schnapps and always went to my mother's room with h- OH, SHIT. NOOOOOOOOO! MOMMAAAAAAA!

ALEXA CORRA: While Randy just now realizes that his mother is a whore, let's go back to the ring.

Colton and Jaxon explode out of the curtain as "Thank You" by MKTO begins to blare throughout the arena. The two men, titles around their waists, look at each other and slap hands before making their way down the ramp. They slap hands with the fans and both of them sing along to some of the lyrics. Both of them run the rest of the way and slide underneath before each heading to one corner and raising their hands high up in the air. The two then hop off, Colton backflipping while Jaxon just jumps off. Future Shock then make their way over to the corner while removing their belts from around their waists. Once they hand them over to the ref, they begin warming up.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 418 pounds, they are you HKW World Tag Team champions, Colton Sterling and Jaxon Queen, FUTURE SHOCK!

BRIAN MASON: Future Shock has been in a very, very intense feud with the Reapers Hellhounds and the Super Saiyans.

ALEXA CORRA: More like a bunch of cowardly attacks with the Super Saiyans against the Reapers Hellhounds.

RANDY THE GUY: And even gonna blame them. And you see what Colton did to Chopz's bike though?! Shit had me rolling.

As the two teams decide who's starting the match, Jaxon and Colton actually conversing while Darren and Savage are playing rock-paper-scissors, the ref calls for the bell to start the match.

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DING! DING! DING!


Colton steps out, allowing Jaxon to start the match. On the other side, Darren has thrown rock and Savage has thrown scissors, meaning that Darren gets to start the match. The two slowly circle the ring before meeting in the center and locking up. Jaxon quickly gets Darren into a headlock, but Darren quickly slips out before grabbing Jaxon from behind and irish whipping him into the corner. Jaxon hits the corner and leans up against as Darren attempts to charge in, only for Jaxon to charge forward and attempt a lariat. Darren is fast enough to duck the lariat before heading to the corner and quickly climbing the turnbuckles. Once at the top, Darren leaps off, twists his body around 180 degrees, and stretches it out as he hits a diving crossbody on Jaxon! Dareen quickly rolls off of Jaxon before getting to his feet and clapping his hands, proud of the crossbody he just performed.

Queen slowly gets to his feet, holding his chest. When he turns around, he is met with a dropkick to the chest by Diamond, knocking him down to the ground. But, Queen is persistent and gets right back up on his feet...only to get nailed with yet another dropkick to the chest that drops him back down to the mat. Queen, once more and a bit slower, gets to his feet, and is met with one final dropkick that sends him dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Sterling looks over at his partner and asks him if he's okay, but before he can respond, Diamond exits the ring and grabs Queenn by the head before charging forward and driving his face right into the nearby steel post! Diamond then proceeds to roll Queen back into the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Darren Diamond really taking it to Jaxon Queen right now.

RANDY THE PILOT:Queen's wrestling in his what, 6th match? Diamond using that experience to chopping this boy down like he is right now.

ALEXA CORRA: Or Queen just sucks. Could be that.

Darren slides back into the ring as well and gets to his feet before delivering a couple of stomps to the body of Jaxon. Once he's done that, he grabs the left arm of his foe and drags him towards the Neon Dragons corner and tags in Savage Steele! The audience, seemingly feeling split about who to cheer for, just applaud the work Darren just did and watch what Savage does next. Savage enters the ring and Darren exits, allowing his tag team partner to go to work. Savage plants a boot onto Jaxon's head, forcing the young man to roll over on all fours. Savage then stomps on the back of Jaxon's head, forcing him to roll over onto his back once more.

Steele grabs Queen by the head and slowly gets up the young man to both feet before hooking his head and p=going to plant him with a DDT...only for Queen to shove him backwards into the corner. Steele, not wanting to let Queen get away, quickly charges forward, only for Queen to make a 360 spin and take Steele's head off with a discus lariat! Sterling is now in the corner, getting fired up and getting the crowd into the match as he claps his hands. Queen and Steele are both lying on the mat now, Queen out of exhaustion and Steele out of getting nailed with a vicious lariat. Queen begins crawling towards his corner, huffing and puffing. Diamond begins yelling at Savage to wake the fuck up and get after Queen, but once Steele gets to his feet and turns around, Queen has already tagged in Sterling!

BRIAN MASON: And here come Colton Sterling!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, Jesus Christ...

RANDY THE PILOT:He's been itching to get into this match!

Colton quickly hops over the top rope and manages nail an oncoming Savage with a high right knee to the jaw, flooring him. Colton then charges towards the Neon Dragons corner and forearm smashes Darren in the face, knocking him off of the apron and into the ground. The Floridian then turns around and sees Savage is back up to his feet, but has his back turned to him. So, he charges forward and drive his knee into the back of Savage, sending him stumbling forward towards the corner. Savage's body hits off the turnbuckles and he slowly stumbles, allowing Colton to grab his neck and slowly drop to his ass, bring Savage's neck down for a neckbreaker. And finally, Colton attempts the first pinfall of the match!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Steele manages to get a shoulder up, much to Sterling's disappointment. Sterling quickly grabs Steele by the head before slowly getting him up to both feet. Sterling then proceeds to drill Steele right in the gut before taking a step back. Sterling then charges forward, raises up his knee, and drives it right into the side of Steele's head, laying him out with a running knee lift. Before Sterling can go for the pin, Diamond comes into the ring, turns Sterling around, and nails him with a spinning heel kick, his foot hitting Sterling's face. The tag champion falls to the ground, but Diamond's attack doesn't go unpunished as Queen hits the ring and drills Diamond right in the face with a yakuza kick, knocking him right on out!

BRIAN MASON: Chaos is ensuing now!

ALEXA CORRA: Shit hitting the fan in HKW? Well, that's not normal...

Jaxon begins shouting at Darren as he slowly rolls out of the ring, only for Savage to have gotten to his feet. This means that Savage manages to dropkick Jaxon on the back, sending him through the ropes and out of the ring. Savage quickly turns his attention back to Colton and walks right on over before grabbing him by the chestnut brown hair of his. Once he gets the young man up to both feet, Savage grabs Colton before lifting him up and planting him onto the mat with a judo hip toss. Colton writhes around on the mat in pain as Savage slowly begins making his way over to the corner.

As Savage climbs the turnbuckles, Jaxon and Darren begin to trade punches back and forth, Darren eventually getting the upper hand, forcing Jaxon to go on the defensive. Once Savage is at the top, he begins clapping his hands together and getting the audience to it. He then flexes his right arm muscle and kisses it before diving off and attempting an elbow drop...which connects! The audience lets out huge applause at the move before Savage hooks both of Colton's legs, looking to score a pinfall for his team!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: Oooh! That was close!

RANDY THE PILOT:Shit, Future Shock better pull this out. Got my lunch on them.

ALEXA CORRA: ....you bet your lunch?

RANDY THE PILOT:...yeah.

Diamond then takes Queen's head and tosses him right into the barricade just as Sterling manages to get a shoulder up to kick out. Diamond then proceeds to make his way over to the corner and up on the apron, where he begins yelling at his partner to tag him in. Steele nods his head, quickly walks over to his corner, and tags in Diamond. Diamond enters the ring and mutters something to Steele, who smiles as he nods his head. They walk over to Sterling...before Steele puts a willing Diamond into a powerbomb position. Though it looks like Steele is about to powerbomb his partner for no reason, they position themselves facing Sterling. Steele lifts Diamond up...then drops him right on top of Sterling with a powerbomb, connecting with Cum On Feel The Noize!

Before Darren can hook Colton's legs for the pin, a pissed off Jaxon comes rushing in and Superman punches Savage on the back of the head, laying him out. Darren quickly gets to his feet and begins drilling Jaxon right in the face. Once again, Jaxon begins fighting back and the two find themselves in a fist fight! Eventually, Darren manages to overpower Jaxon, driving him into a corner before he gets a few punches in on the rib cage of the young man. After those punches are done. Darren looks out at the audience and winks at one of the women in the front row before turning around...and getting met with a bicycle kick to the face by Colton Sterling, flooring him!

BRIAN MASON: OH, WHAT A BICYCLE KICK!

RANDY THE PILOT:He done knocked that dude's teeth down his throat.

Steele has shaken off the attack to the back of the head and quickly slides in...only to get tackled to the ground by a pissed off Sterling. This leads to Sterling getting a few shots in before backing off and waiting for Steele to get to his feet. Once Savage Steele is on his feet, Sterling drills him in the gut before backing off. He then charges forward and nails Steele with a Fame Asser once he jumps up and drapes his legs over his head before driving his face into the mat! Colton Sterling then grabs Steele by the hair and slowly gets him up to both feet before drilling him with a headbutt...which sends him stumbling backwards. This leads to Queen coming from behind Steele, reaching forward and grabbing his right arm before twisting him around, only to take him out with a vicious lariat, connecting with Jax-ed!

ALEXA CORRA: God, that move looks so stupid.

BRIAN MASON: JAX-ED CONNECTS! SAVAGE STEELE IS OUT COLD!

Darren Diamond is now slowly getting to his feet, but a rolling elbow to the back of the head by Jaxon Queen causes him to get knocked out, now leaning up against the ropes. The two Future Shock members look at each other before motioning for their finisher. Colton heads to the nearest corner, while Jaxon grabs Darren and puts him in an electrical chair position as he now has the bigger man up on his shoulders. Jaxon lets out deep breaths as he shows out his strength by holding the bigger man up, while Colton is now at the top rope. He motions that this is the end before jumping off, getting his right leg around Darren's neck while Jaxon leans back! When the move connects, Darren's head slams the mat hard as Colton shakes off any pain he might have suffered from Shocked To The Future before going for the pinfall!

BRIAN MASON: That's it! It's over!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!


Colton and Jaxon quickly get to their feet and celebrate as the bell rings, slapping hands with one another.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winners of this match, FUTURE SHOCK!

Colton lets out a huge roar, while Jaxon just continues clapping his hands. When the two are given the titles, they raise them up high and get a huge round of cheers from the audience.

BRIAN MASON: I think Future Shock made a nice little statement tonight. And if I'm the Super Saiyans or the Reapers Hellhounds, i was watching this match very closely and taking notes.

The scene fades out to Colton looking at one of the cameras and tapping his championship, Jaxon in the background, still celebrating.

Winner: Future Shock (13:42)
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The camera view zooms in toward the Knoxtron as it illuminates showing the forward footsteps of a pair of black/white Air Yeezy 2s. That specific camera view then zooms out and pans upward to a pair of black baggy Girbaud jeans further up to a black/white Crooks & Castles S/S Polo finally resting on the face of former HKW World Champion, Jason Mentez. He adjusts the bill of his black NY Yankees fitted as he walks down the backstage hall to the sound of fans cheering, more specifically women screaming, in the Peterson Event Center. Looking forward the camera rest upon his assumed destination. A golden sign with the following inscribed.

Office of Brandon Banks - CEO

Three slight knocks on the door and Jason exhales waiting for a response. A familiar smell hits his nose while he waits hoping it was coming from the other end.

BRANDON BANKS: Can’t hide for shit, bruh. COME IN!

JASON MENTEZ: Well damn son. Love you too!

Jason laughs as he opens the door walking into the office. He sniffs the air and smiles.

JASON MENTEZ: Dat KK2 doe…or am I trippin? What up B?

Jason raises his hand up to Banks looking for dap. Banks returns the dap just as he finishes pulling on a hit of the blunt he was smoking. He simply shakes his head and exhales the smoke.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, it ain’t even like that, Jay. I was tryna be on some I’m here but you won’t find me shit like Star used to do.

Banks takes another hit of the blunt, holding it in as long as he could.

BRANDON BANKS: But, shit… Everyone seems to be findin’ me. I damn near got choked out by Cyncica earlier too!

He shakes his head, exhaling the previous hit of the smoke.

BRANDON BANKS: Couldn’t even believe my eyes when that shit happened, for real. Thought I was done for, bruh.

Banks takes another hit of the blunt before reaching across the desk and handing it to Jason.

BRANDON BANKS: What brings you here tonight though? Figured you’d be taking it easy until after Destiny. Ayyyeee, you cleared to compete?! I can get you…

Brief pause.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, shit. I don’t even think I could get you a match at Destiny now? Way too late I’m thinkin’.

Jason nods as he takes a deep hit of the blunt and holds for a while before replying.

JASON MENTEZ: Cyncica dat problem man, what you do to piss her off? Nah man you wanna be on that Star shit you can’t be in yo office. Gotta be on the constant move like a whisper in the wind n shit. Heard she would be in the rafters just on some God shit ready to fire Zeus lightning bolts at niggas if they fuck up or talk shit. Almighty StarZeus n shit.

Looks at the blunt after his exhale.

JASON MENTEZ: I think I done smoked too much today. I’m trippin. But naw man I came with the papers yo. Doctors clearing me fa after Destiny officially. I would love to get in on dat Destiny for real for real. I’ll wait doe cause when I come on it’s on.

Takes another hit before passing the blunt back to Banks. He grabs the folded papers from his back pocket and places them in front of B while letting the smoke fade from his nose as he exhales. Brandon grabs the papers and sets them on top of another stack of papers with a sticky note on them reading “Take this shit home withca” on it.

BRANDON BANKS: You could always show up to Destiny, you know? Just because you ain’t on the card don’t mean you can’t make an impact. And shit, I already know what you’re lookin’ to do.

Banks shrugs, his eyes glossy as hell from all the weed he’s smoked throughout the night.

BRANDON BANKS: Might as well show up and smack someone with a wheelchair this time.

Jason laughs.

JASON MENTEZ: Hell yea. I’ma come in slingin bricks at heads, literally. Just cement these bitches right quick. I’ma be at Destiny doe boss, wasn’t a question of dat at all. I wanna be in tha ring but I’ll take my time watch the biggest matches in HKW and be ready to drop whoever come out. RIP gettin worked doe, dat shit auto the moment they hit me with dem bats. Fuck man I’m still heated, it ain't went away at all yo.

BRANDON BANKS: Shit, and you prolly never will. That’s probably your first like… Beating you got from wrestling, right? Yeah, that shit ain’t fadin’ away anytime soon. Don’t let that shit completely take you over though. Remember, you got a rematch for the HKW title still.

The mention of the championship reminds Brandon of something he was supposed to do.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, gotta go talk to Fel quick. Uhhh, just chill in here till that L done though. I don’t know what the fuck been up with RED, but he’s takin’ that head of security job seriously. Damn near tried kickin’ me out the building for smokin’ in the hall.

Banks shakes his head and gives Jason daps, immediately rushing out the office leaving Jason with the blunt. Jason picks up the blunt from the tray and sits back in on the couch to the side in the office.

JASON MENTEZ: ...Ain't said nothin man. Finish dis bitch off easy. Shit take some of dem Doritos too. StarZeus doe? Nigga I’m high as hell.

Jason laughs as he brings the blunt to his lips with a smile. His eyes glaze over even more and he exhales smoothly as the camera cuts.

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The scene opens up with Drew Thornton standing infront of a camera smiling. The crowd pops when they see the young rookie.

DREW THORNTON: Hello ladies and gentleman. My name is Drew Thornton. And I'm standing here happily telling you that I do sincerely feel honored to be in this situation tonight. All my life, all I ever wanted to do was be in the spotlight, but not for my own selfish reasons. but for you people. I wanted to do this for you, because you people are the reason HKW lives on. And we thank you each and every single day for your support. It's live tonight. IT'S LIVE!

The crowd cheers loudly.

DREW THORNTON: And we wrestlers are going to continue to do this forever, because we love your interaction. We love the fact you get into it so much that the adrenaline even flows through you! That's the connection we love. But now, I'm in a very important match tonight. Em and I didn't win against Zakk and Brian, but hey, that's fine. They got the better of us even with a little help, but that won't happen again. Gun thinks he's the man now, but that doesn't mean anything anymore. Gun, we have two weeks before we square it off in the preshow. And even though it won't be on television. It'll be through YouTube, and all those other fancy video sites. It'll be there, and people will witness me giving you justice.

He smirks.

DREW THORNTON: Now. On to Joey Perello. The infamous VP of RIP. Joey you're outstanding. You're a man of great strength and willpower, and I'm never going to doubt what you can actually do in a match. Because you're fierce and loyal inside the ring and mean what you say. You know if Joey says some stuff, he means it. These things happen. But, buddy. Do you see how each other I'm progressivly getting stronger, and a lot more wittier. My intelligence in the ring is rising gradually. And I'm beginning to really undestand how the ring really works. I'm not going to stand here and boast how great I am, because I'm not a selfish person. But, I'm not holding anything back tonight Joey. I will never give up. That's my forte in life. never give up, and tonight. You might just find yourself awaken by a referee telling you that you were just knocked out by a rookie.

I might be slipping and I might be sliding. But I'm always the best Rookie, and I'm here for you. Because I'm cool like the water in the swimming pool.

Scene fades

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!

"Pool of Fears" by Scars of Life plays and dry ice smoke arises from the entrance way. At 18 seconds into the song, Drew walks out to the cheers and puts his arms in the air. He then walks towards the ring, and walks up the steps.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM HARRISBURG, PENNSYLVANIA... DREW THOOOOORNTONNNN!

Getting into the ring, he walks over to a turnbuckle, and climbs to the top and puts an arm in the air for another pop. He looks back, and jumps back down. His music fades.

The crowd goes dead, waiting on the arrival of the No Limits champion…

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines, moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before


The ovation from the crowd is a mixture of cheers and jeers as Joseph Perello makes his way onto the ramp, his championship hanging around his neck. He scans the crowd and looks out in front of him before taking his usual steady pace toward the ring.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
You don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through


Perello stands in front of the ring and eyes down the scenery inside before making his way up the steps and into the ring. He brings the No Limits championship to his grasp as he looks over at Thornton, raising the title in the air mockingly before letting it fall to the floor. The crowd boos as Perello kicks the No Limits championship out of the ring. He smirks as Thornton watches Perello disrespect the No Limits championship, the referee getting both men into their corner before the match begins.

Bout That Life hits the PA System as the lights in the arena begin to flash red, white and green.

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


As the base drops fireworks erupt from the stage as the former HKW World Champion and challenger of the No Limits Championship, Emilio Vialpando steps out on the stage. A huge pope comes from the fans as they see the former champion.

"LAX MUFUCKA! LAX!"

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


He chuckles a little and stops in the middle of the ramp staring at Joey Perello inside of the ring who is seeing staring back at him annoyed by his presence.

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


Emilio then begins making his way down the ramp and around to the commentators desk.

44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke
In the hood where there ain't no hope
Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap
Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke.


The music then dies down as he takes a seat next to Alexa Corra and puts on his headset.

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DING DING DING

Just as the bell rings Perello and Thornton meet in the center of the ring and tie up. Thornton pulls Perello into a headlock but is exactly shoved away by Perello. Thornton charges in and catches Perello with a knee to the abdomen, following it up with a big right hand to the head. The No Limits champion staggers backward and into the corner, quickly throwing his arms up to block any incoming attacks from Thornton. The rookie starts swinging at Perello’s midsection, connecting with right and left hooks. Perello brings his arms down and Thornton immediately blasts him with a step up European uppercut, using the bottom rope to put some spring to it. The impact brings Perello down to the mat, and almost immediately, Thornton goes for the cover.

ALEXA CORRA: Hahahahahahaha. Dumbass.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: The homie so used to regular matches he was ready for the pin. Drew a good dude though, he still got a few things to learn but he getting there.

The referee reminds Thornton that the match is Last Man Standing, and the rookie is cut unsuspecting by arm-triangle by Perello, taking immediate action on the mistake by his opponent. He holds the move in for only a few seconds before rising to his feet and dropping a number of elbows onto Thornton’s chest, finally topping it off with a jumping stomp onto the face. Perello tells the referee to make the count, but before the referee even gets a finger up, Thornton’s back to his feet. Perello pushes him into the corner and unleashes his own body shots, finally perching Thornton up onto the top rope. Perello climbs up with him and looks for a belly to belly suplex from the top, but Thornton headbutts Perello, causing the RIP VP to fly back into the ring. Thornton regains his balance and dives off the top rope, connecting with flying shoulder block on the No Limits champion!

BRIAN MASON: Thornton’s doing okay for himself here, but this is Last Man Standing. He’s going to have to do a lot more to win this one.

ALEXA CORRA: You’re making sense tonight, Mase. I’m proud of you.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Joey ain't the type you just go easy on. You rite he gonna have to put in everything he has if he wants to put him away.

Perello gets to his feet and analyzes Thornton. Thornton jumps foot to foot to keep warming up. Perello smirks, and motions for Thornton to attack. Thornton gazes an eyebrow, but being the young and naive as he is, he immediately rushes and goes for a clothesline. Perello ducks, and immediately jumps and dropkicks Thornton down on the mat. Thornton hits the mat hard, and starts to roll over for a second. Perello then grabs Thornton’s head, and brings him up to his feet. He then European Uppercuts him, sending Thornton fumbling on his head as he grabs on the ropes. He then turns around and starts to get angry. Thornton then rushes him again for a clothesline, but Perello ducks it again. Thornton turns around and Perello irish whips him to the ropes. Thornton hits the ropes, and Perello jumps down to the mat, as Thornton jumps over him, and goes to hit the other ropes. Perello jumps up, and as Thornton goes towards Perello, Perello grabs Thornton by the arm and swings him over, letting him hit the mat. The crowd boos. Perello ignores it.

BRIAN MASON: The old trick in the book!

ALEXA CORRA: Trick? The hell you talking about?

BRIAN MASON: Sigh. Alexa, can’t you just be reasonable?

ALEXA CORRA: That wasn’t in my job description.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: And what was in your job description exactly? Dick ride RIP for the majority of every show or just be an ass?

Brian Mason facepalms, but as he does that the referee begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!


Thornton jumps back to his feet. Perello gets in a stance, and so does Thornton. They both then get into a lock, and being as Perello is the stronger one, he backs Thornton up to the turnbuckles. He then kicks Thornton in the rib. Listening as the crowd boos, Perello kicks him again. He then decides to do a elbow to the face, but Thornton counter attacks and somehow locks his arm with Perello and squeezing it and then swinging Perello with him. He then moves his arm, and begins to put Perello in a sleeperhold. The crowd is on their feet hoping for a miracle, but Perello refuses. Thornton squeezes the hold, but still nothing. Thornton then lets go of him, and picks him up. Thornton then is heard talking about the European Uppercut that Perello did a few minutes ago. Thornton then does his own European Uppercut. Perello reacts by holding his jaw, and then looks over to see that Thornton hit the ropes, and does a diving crossbody on him. Perello is on the mat, then Thornton jumps to his feet and runs to the turnbuckles. Jumps on it, and then does a frog splash and successfully lands on Perello, causing Perello to twist and turn. Thornton gets up and the referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

S-


Perello gets to his knees, and then stands up. He grabs a hold to the ropes just to make sure he remains on his feet, and Thornton connects with a clothesline, taking Perello to the outside. Thornton slides out of the ring and grabs Perello by the hair before slamming his face off the announce table.

ALEXA CORRA: Get outta here with that, Thornton! We go through enough of these tables!

BRIAN MASON: And if it were Perello slamming Thornton’s face off the desk you wouldn’t of said anything at all.

ALEXA CORRA: Damn right.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: See that's that shit I'm talkin' bout bruh...

RANDY THE PILOT:: Love you guys. Like I really do.

Thornton goes to slam Perello’s head off the announce desk one more time, but Perello puts on the breaks and elbows Thornton in the midsection. The No Limits champion locks his arms around Thornton’s waist, turns head, and executes a release belly to belly suplex, causing Thornton to land on the steel steps at ringside! He begins writhing in pain, Perello immediately yelling at the referee to start counting.

ONE!

TWO!


The only movement thus far has been Drew squirming around, Perello keeping his eyes on the challenger.

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!


Drew starts gathering himself, Perello reaching underneath ring and pulling out a kendo stick.

SIX!

SEVEN!


Thornton makes it back to his feet, but WHACK! He’s blasted in the head with the kendo stick! Perello doesn’t let Thornton fall, and instead grabs his arm, pulling him into another shot with the kendo stick, breaking it in half! Perello watches Thornton fall to the thin mat below, but he doesn’t think it’s quite enough for Thornton. He lifts Thornton back to his feet, and sends him strongly into protective on the outside. Perello taunts the crowd with his arms to a parade of boos then turns his attention back to Thornton. Perello charges toward Thornton, but the rookie tucks his shoulder down and back body drops Perello into a sea of fans!

RANDY THE PILOT:: That’s fan interaction at it’s best right there!

EMILIO VIALPANDO: THERE WE GO DREW!

Getting caught by the fans might have saved Perello as he’s brought to his feet, immediately shoving the fans around him away. Thornton hops over the guardrail and makes his way to Perello having a shoving contest with one of the fans and blasts him in the mouth with a solid right hook. Perello falls back into one of the chairs as Thornton takes a few steps backward and nearly takes Perello’s face off with a running Yakuza kick! Perello falls limp to the concrete floor below as the referee tries getting through the sea of fans to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


Perello looks to be out cold from that boot as Thornton takes the time to recover, wiping a little blood away from his forehead from the earlier kendo stick shots.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


EMILIO VIALPANDO: If Drew can beat this nigga on fuckin' Defiance, Destiny is gonna be a cake walk. Say hello to your next No Limits Champion. Hola!

Perello tries pushing himself with his hands, but he falls back down.

ALEXA CORRA: Who would’ve thought that punk bitch Thornton could’ve beat Perello!

SEVEN!

BRIAN MASON: Did you just refer to a roster member as a punk bitch?

EIGHT!

ALEXA CORRA: I say what I want, Mase. Do something about it.

NINE!

Perello pushes up and gets to his feet just as the referees hand was coming down for the ten. Realizing it was going to take something big to take out Perello, Thornton grabs one of the steel chairs from the crowd, folds it up, and blasts Perello in the spine! Perello falls down to his hands as his knees as Thornton raises the chair up again, but Perello rolls into the sea of fans, causing Thornton to lose sight of him!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Well I ain’t ever seen that before.

Thornton goes deeper into the crowd in search for Perello, but nothing. It’s almost as if he vanished until Perello shows up on the next level of Peterson Event Center, standing over the edge of the protective guardrail!

ALEXA CORRA: What is he doing?! He’s nearly twenty feet up in the air!

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Looks like he tryna pull a me.

Without a moments hesitation, Perello dives off of the edge and lands on Thornton, along with dozens of fans, knocking everyone down to the ground!

RANDY THE PILOT:: FAN INTERACTION, BRUH! I LOVE IT!

EMILIO VIALPANDO: THE FUCK?! YOOOO!!!!!!

The crowd starts a ‘holy shit’ chant as both competitors and all twelve fans lay motionless for a moment and the referee begins counting… All of them out?

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


A couple fans get up, but Perello and Thornton are still down after all the abuse their bodies have taken.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


The rest of the fans are helped up to their feet and moved out of the way from Perello and Thornton as both man begin to squirm.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


Thornton’s up to his feet, but Perello’s not, struggling just to get to his knees!

NINE!

An adrenaline surge comes over Perello as he pushes himself up to his feet and immediately takes down Thornton! Perello starts wailing away with right hands but gets his arm caught by Thornton who turns Perello into an Anaconda Vice!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Nice submission counter by Thornton, but this won’t help him! He has to keep Perello DOWN!

BRIAN MASON: It’ll certainly wear him down, though.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: It'll wear him down sure, but this ain't the fuckin' time to be tryna wear this nigga down. PUT HIS NIGGA AWAY DREW, WHAT THE FUCK?!

Thornton keeps the Anaconda Vice intact and Perello doing everything in his power to just take the pain, but it’s starting to become unbearable. He quickly thinks of a plan. He uses his left hand, and tries repeatedly to punch Thornton in the face and eventually lands a good one. Thornton then lets go, leaving Perello to lay down on the ground to rest. Thornton stands up and rips Perello back to his feet. The two exchange a set of right hands before Thornton blasts Perello with a European uppercut that sends him back over the guardrail and toward the ring. Thornton pics Perello up and slides him into the ring, then slides himself in, patiently waiting for Perello to rise. It takes a while, but Perello staggers to his feet… SPEAR! SPEAR by Thornton as the crowd pops huge and the referee begins his count!

ONE!

TWO!


BRIAN MASON: Could this be it?!

THREE!

FOUR!


ALEXA CORA: Not a chance, dumdum. If Perello bitches out to that? I’ll lose faith in the man.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Well get ready, cause that nigga done for. You might as well stop deep throatin' him and let Onyx get that back.

FIVE!

SIX!


RANDY THE PILOT:: I love you Alexa as I do pizza.

ALEXA CORRA: ...Oh geez. Thanks.

SEVEN!

But Perello immediately stands up. He and Drew are both breathing hard and do a staredown. Perello then spits. Both men then head back into the ring, very weary.. They both then circle each other before getting into another lock. Eventually, Thornton gets Perello into a standing headlock, and both move backwards where Thornton hits the ropes, and does a bulldog on Perello. The referee goes to count.

ONE!

Perello pushes himself up.

TWO!

Thornton waits.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Is he really....

THREE!

Perello stands up. Thornton comes over, but Perello kicks him in the gut, and gets him ready and performs a Packaged Piledriver, with the crowd screaming ‘Oh!’ Perello only gets to his knees to catch a breath and it seems Thornton is out cold.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: HELL NAH?! WHAT THE?!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! Thornton is out cold! This might be it!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


ALEXA CORA: I told you this kid was not going to beat him. Maybe if you just listen to me, you’d have better luck with women.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: I'm pretty good on this pussy side of things...Oh, wait you were talkin' to Mason.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Drew then grabs the middle rope, and pulls himself quick. As he stands up, Perello charges him, and clotheslines him, and both are out of the ring again. Perello then lets out a type of battle cry and walks over to the crowd again, and grabs a steel chair. He then walks over, only to be met by Thornton who starts to wail on him. The crowd screaming again as Thornton makes Perello drop the chair, and both begin to fight going up the ramp. Perello drops to a knee for a second, while Thornton goes over and grabs the chair. Then darts up the ramp, but Perello then trips him, having Thornton land face first on the chair. Perello motions for the referee to count. The referee goes to get out of the ring, but for some reason, his leg gets caught between the middle rope, and he falls on his face outside. The referee is out cold.

ALEXA CORRA: …. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You gotta be kiddin' me right? You have to be fuckin' kiddin' me?!

Perello facepalms, and gets up and walks towards the unconscious referee. He smacks the referee around to wake him up but to no avail. Perello then stands and begins to motion for another referee to come down. Drew Thornton is still knocked out cold fro. So far nothing. Perello then walks down the ramp hastily around and the ring and toward Sadie Sanderson McLean. He asks her what the hell is going on and rips a microphone from her hand.

JOEY PERELLO: Some...Somebody get another referee down here, right now!

Joey then drops the microphone. And another referee comes from the back, as well as EMT who rushes towards the unconscious referee. The new referee begins to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!


Drew fidgets. Joey kicks the ring, and begins to walk towards Thornton.

SIX!

Drew pushes himself up.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


Drew manages to get on his two feet. Joey is 5 feet away from Drew, who looks back and eye pokes Joey. Joey reacts at the pain and grabs his eyes while Drew picks up the chair, and begins to smack the holy hell out of Joey’s side. Joey falls on the ramp, and we see a side of Drew that we never see. He begins to beat the living hell out of Perello with the chair!

BRIAN MASON: With the repeat chairshots to the side! Oh my, Oh my! This could be the end for Joey!

The chair begins to bend so much, that it’s no use. Drew then throws the broken chair to the side with Joey on the ground turning around in agon. The referee begins to count.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Drew might of sealed the deal with that.

ONE!

Drew walks over to the crowd.

TWO!

THREE!


Drew grabs another chair, and begins to bring it back up the ramp.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


Drew lays the chair on the ground, and picks up Joey.

ALEXA CORRA: Why the fuck did he do that.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: BRRRUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!?????!!!!

Drew goes for a DDT on the chair, but Joey counters with a kick to the midsection, and… MIRACLE CURE! Perello hits another packaged piledriver on Drew, this time Drew’s head connects with the chair making him go out cold again. Perello then stands up, but barely. The referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


No movement whatsoever as Perello barely holds himself up.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


There’s signs of life, but barely as Drew crawls just a bit down the ramp…

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Son of a bitch...Drew fucked up, bad.

NINE!

TEN!


Thornton can’t answer the ten count as the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… JOEEEYYYYY PERELLOOOOOOOOOO!!!

"Turn the page" by Metallica blares over the PA system as the referee hands Perello his No Limits championship. Emilio Vialpando stands on the announce desk and stares Perello down, the two never taking their gazes off one another.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhhshit! Really, really lookin' forward to this one, bruh! ONLY TWO WEEKS AWAY UNTIL DESTINY!

Winner: Joey Perello (21:20)

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The scene opens with Damien Marks coming out of the bathroom drying his hands still. He looks around for a trash can to shoot the paper towel in. He finally finds one and shoots it in the trash can.

DAMIEN MARKS: Kobe!

He nods as it goes in.

DAMIEN MARKS: FUCKWITHMEYOUKNOWIGOTIT !!!!

???: Wahooo!!!

Out of nowhere a loud shriek was heard to the left of Damien. The camera pans over to reveal HKW’s newest and most hated acquisition, Billy Joe McCleary. Billy Joe, in a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, suspenders and a flannel sack flung over his arm, made his way to the interviewer. Alongside him were two of his brothers, Bo and Brick in their usual t-shirt, suspenders, jeans and steel toe boots.

BRICK: HEY YOU NIGRA!

Brick breaks from the pack and rushes up to Damien.

BRICK: Who dun tell u use this batrum hurr boy? WHITESS ONLAY!!! Move long nah..GET!

Billy Joe laughs as he and Bo catches up to Brick. Bo winds his hand up and smacks Brick upside the head. Billy Joe shakes his head.

BILLY JOE: Boy yeen got nuffin up in dat head but a lard bucket fulla armpits. I swear to papi ya dont!

Brick snarls at Damien before stepping back and rubbing the back of his head, pushing Bo with a stiff arm. Billy walks up to Damien, looking him up and down.

DAMIEN MARKS: What in the fuck? Ah my bad Jim Crow ass niggas, y’all ain’t got the memo...Them days are over, I won’t hesitate to break a foot up in y’all narrow asses. Fuck up outta here while a real nigga go fuck y’all fat ass mama.

He looks them up and down and shakes his head.

DAMIEN MARKS: Dusty as mufuckas. The fuck y’all niggas just come from?

Billy Joe laughs and Bo grunts and abruptly walks up to the personal space of Damien. He stands up close to the right of Marks’ face and breaths heavily down his neck.

BRICK: Awww man! We gon’ get us a nigra! Wait till ol’ Baron see this!

Billy Joe continues to laugh as he shakes his head and pats Brick on the back.

BILLY JOE: No no Brick. We gon play nice with this one. He think he got ‘thority. He think he one of them almigh’ negros. I know your type boy.

Billy Joe walks up to Damien who still has Bo breathing dowin his neck.

BILLY JOE: But we gon’ letcha do ya job. Wanna know who we is? Itsa simplisictal.

BO: *grunts*

BILLY JOE: First of all, we ASH! Anglo. Saxon. Heritage. Thats us not no damn ku klux. Aint no damn hells angels. Aint no God damn skinheads netha. We from Go’gia. Not no ‘lanna. Deep Go’gia. We here in HKW to preach the gospel. It’s like a mission trip.

Damien steps back a little fanning his nose.

DAMIEN MARKS: Nigga if don’t get yo stank ass breath out my damn face?! Look I don’t gives no fucks who y’all is. Step up to me like that again I’ma beat yo y’all incestites asses.

Damien shake his head walking away from ASH.

DAMIEN MARKS: Fuck outta here with that, Don’t know who the fuck you think this is I’ll whoop yo ass.

The scene fades with Damien talking shit in the background.

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The camera cuts inside of the Reaper’s Bar, where Kai and Ava, along with Project Venom, have just walked inside. Immediately, all talking and activities stop as all heads turn towards the four uninvited guests at the door. The hostile stares from the five prospects inside were paid little attention as Kai calmly looked around, scanning all of the faces in the crowd. Finally, after a few moments, a voice yelled out from the back of the Bar, gaining Kai’s attention.

PROSPECT ONE: HEY, CLOWN-FACE! The fuck’re you doin’ in our bar!?

Kai’s eyes landed on a young looking prospect sitting on the far side of The Bar, his cheeks flushed and a drink in his hand as he glared at the four. Kai’s expression didn't change as he calmly looked back out into the crowd.

KAI: Where’s Winters?

The 5 men erupted with laughter at Kai’s question as all of the prospects all seemed amused at the question. The drunken prospect who addressed them stumbled out of his seat, before he staggered towards the group.

PROSPECT ONE: HA! The Prez ain't here. Neither are the rest of the boys. Just all 5 of us…

He stopped right in front of Kai, looking him right in the eye.

PROSPECT ONE: ...And the four of yew.

The man cast them a disgusted glare.

PROSPECT ONE: Or the three of ya and your piece of ass.

The booze making him bold, he cocks back a fist and swings at Kai. In a quick fluid motion, Ava lashes out before he can connect the powerful blow. In the blink of an eye she has the man's arm twisted behind his back, one hand on his elbow forcing it upwards and the other in a vice grip on his wrist. The prospect unwillingly goes down to his knees and Ava plants her boot in the small of his back, forcing him the rest of the way down. At the same time, she keeps her firm grip on his arm, rewarded when she hears the crack of bones breaking.

AVA: You were saying…

A loud scream of agony was the answer she received, causing the four remaining prospects to leap into action and try to pry her off of their fallen comrade. They never made it close to her, as the two members of Project Venom quickly managed to drag away three of them as a brawl broke out, leaving Kai and the final prospect alone amidst the chaos around them.

Kai stares him down impassively as The Prospect eyed him warily. Suddenly, he cocked his fist back and threw a hard punch at Kai, who did nothing to try to stop him. Kai moved his head out of the way, before he reached up and wrapped a hand around his arm. He threw the prospect overhead, launching him right through a nearby table. The fighting had ended almost as quickly as it began, with each of the prospects laid out around them. The Bar itself had all but been destroyed in the aftermath, with the tables and chairs being broken beyond repair, and most of the bottles behind the counter being crushed as a result the brawl between Project Venom and two prospects.

Kai looked around at all of the broken bodies around them, his lip curling into a sneer as he walked over to where Ava still kept the prospect who had thrown the first punch grounded. Kneeling down next to him, Kai leans next to his ear and hisses softly as Ava tightened her grip on his arm.

KAI: I want you to tell Winters that if he wants to involve himself so badly in all of this between myself and Luke, then by all means do. I’ll be waiting for both of them when the time comes.

As he finishes speaking, Ava finally dropped the man's badly broken arm, kicking him swiftly in the ribs with a sneer of disgust before backing away. Kai gave the man a look of disgust, before he stood back up and motioned for the other three to follow him.

KAI: We've wasted enough time here.

He and Ava walked out of building side by side with Project Venom walking right behind them, leaving the destroyed Bar as well as it’s occupants behind as the camera shifted.
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Slowly, we cut backstage to see the current HKW Cyber champion, Tanner Sands. Sands is wearing his ring gear for some reason, even though he isn’t wrestling tonight. The Cyber title is around his waist and a big grin is on his face. Tanner seems to be making his way towards a certain direction, ignoring everyone he passes. Once he reaches his location, the Cyber champion stops in his tracks.

TANNER SANDS: I swear, I’m going to find that kangaroo, yo.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice rang out to Tanner, calling out to him from across the room.

“HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO AGAIN!”

It was, of course, none other than the golden haired Canadian known as Aries Armadaist, leaning against a wall with his ever present scowl...ever present.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Once again, destiny has bonded together what must be the most irresistible GODDAMN force to ever be conjured in the FFFFFUCKIN UNIVERSE! Because, once again, two poor god forsaken souls must have their realities CRUSHED by the apparently awesome might that is created when you cross a Cyber God and a King of Nanners!

Aries made sure to bellow out as loudly as he could, making his voice as deep and robust as he possibly could, making his proclamations seem as inhumanly epic as he possibly could. His efforts did the job of getting his would be Tag partner’s attention, but also succeeded in getting the rest of the room’s populace to look in his direction as well.

Sands, almost caught off guard by his tag partner’s deep and robust voice, almost jumps straight out of them white and shiny wrestling boots. When his eyes catch the one they call Aries Armadaist, a huge grin appears on his face.

TANNER SANDS: Ah, shiiiiiiiit. If it ain’t the King of Nanners, the Guardian of Canada, THE MAN WHO MAKES THE GREEK GOD ARES LOOK LIKE YO GRANDMOMMA, Aries Armadaist! How you doing, homie?!

Aries’ eye twitches slightly upon hearing Tanner yell back at him, a snarly grin beginning to form out of the corner of his mouth, almost invigorated by someone with the same amount as spirit as him.

ARIES ARMADAIST: How am I doing? How does one ask someone how they are when they’re on the verge of ABSOLUTE CONQUEST?! To know that you’re about to CRUSH GALAXIES WITH YOUR BARE HANDS?! MOTHER FUCKER, WE’RE ABOUT TO SKULL FUCK SOULS, I’M DOING PRETTY FUCKING GREAT!

Aries’ seemingly insane ramblings were capped off by a seemingly maniacal cackle, finally pushing himself off the wall as he made his way toward Tanner. Any persons that ay have stood between the two parted like the Red Sea upon his approach, bumping fists with his soon to be Tag partner.

ARIES ARMADAIST: I’m more worried about where YOU are. Obviously this Tag Match isn’t where your head is with a big ole iPPV right around the corner.

Tanner lets out a big laugh, shaking his head.

TANNER SANDS: I know Salem Oregon is supposed to be big competition and it’s an I Quit match, but I really couldn’t give that much of a shit about that match. I’ll just pick up my paycheck after the match and shit will be ALL GOOD. What I’m really focusing is getting ready to ANNIHILATE THE TEAM OF THAT GAME OF THRONES LOOKING GUY AND HIS COMMIE PARTNER! AMERICAAAAAAAAA! YEAH!

Tanner then remembers Aries is Canadian.

TANNER SANDS: AND CAAAAAAANAAAAAADAAAAAA! YEAH! DUDE...WE SHOULD BE THE CANADIAN-AMERICAN GALAXY CRUSHER ALLIANCE!

Aries audibly gasps at Tanner’s suggestion, suddenly laying an open hand smack on his chest before shoving an index finger in his direction.

ARIES ARMADAIST: FUCK THE COUNTRIES OF ORIGINS, WE ARE THE GALAXY CRUSHERS, MY FRIEND! DESTROYERS OF WORLDS, AND CONQUERORS OF HEAVEN! PEOPLE WILL KNOW FAR AND WIDE ABOUT OUR STATUS AS THE BIGGEST DICK OG’s THAT EVER BIG DICKED AND OG’ED! THEY WILL SEE US COMING AND EXCLAIM “BY GOD, THEIR BIG DICK LEVELS ARE OFF THE CHARTS! WE ARE GOING TO DESPERATELY NEED TO REEVALUATE OUR BIG DICK SIZING CHARTS!” I’M SCREAMING ABOUT BIG DICKS TOO MUCH AREN’T I?! Alright I’mma stop…

There was something of an awkward silence not only between Aries and Tanner, but the entire room witnessing the universe’s most bizarre duo.

ARIES ARMADAIST: But yeah, Galaxy Crushers. Fuck yeah.

Tanner stares at Aries for a second, right eyebrow now cocked upwards, and right hand now stroking his light brown goatee. After a few seconds of mulling it over, he goes back to a big grin.

TANNER SANDS: THAT...SOUNDS....LIKE A FUCKING AMAZING NAME! HOLY BATMAN, ARIES! WE ARE GOING TO BUTT FUCK SO MANY GALAXIES! DAMN, NOW I WANT IT TO BE IGNITE! MOVE FASTER, TIME! GAH, FUCK, YEAH.

Tanner seems to not know what to do with himself, but after a few seconds, his voice returns back to a normal tone.

TANNER SANDS: So...how them headbutts going?

Aries immediately began to smack his forehead with the palm of his hand, as he was often to do during a match after hitting a succession of headbutts.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Aries is the Ram mother fucker. They’re gonna crack skulls in our tag match, and at Destiny, four other mother fucker’s are gonna have exposed brains by the time I’m done.

Aries now knotted his brow, scrunching his nose as he practically let out a frustrated snort.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Especially that Shepard cunt.

Tanner nods his head furiously, agreeing with pretty much every word Aries has just said.

TANNER SANDS: Good, I DROP THEM, YOU CRACK THEM. THAT’S THE FUCKING GAMEPLAN!

Tanner raises his right hand up, looking for a high five from Aries. Aries’ eyes widen before he raises his right hand and they both try to slap them together. In that moment, somewhere, a sun died out, virgins conceived babies, and someone in the world spontaneously exploded from the sheer force of awesome that was unleashed in the Universe from the epic High Five the duo shared. Or, at least, all of that would have happened if the two hadn’t completely missed. After they regain composure, Tanner just shrugs his shoulders before Aries belts out...

ARIES ARMADAIST: FUCKING NAILED IT!

The scene fades out with the two men now discussing how to hit high fives even more awesomely than the one that they just completely missed, but don’t tell them that. They’re like North Koreans believing they won the World Cup. They’ll deny that they missed over and over and over.

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We cut to the back where we see HKW World champion Felicity Banks staring at her championship. Footsteps are heard approaching her, but she never takes her gaze off the championship.

BRANDON BANKS: ... You know what you gotta do tonight, right?

A simple nod of the head from Felicity as Brandon enters the picture and sits down next to his sister. He could see how focused she was, just blankly staring at her championship as Brandon tried to figure out what to say next.

BRANDON BANKS: You know if you lose tonight, you've already done somethin' I never did, right?

FELICITY BANKS: ... Lose?

Felicity looks up at Brandon with a small smirk on her face.

FELICITY BANKS: I'm not going to lose, Brandon. I think people forgot what exactly I'm capable of on my own, and tonight... I'm going to remind them. I don't need people helping me to win every match... It's just easier that way. Tonight? No bullshit. No excuses. Just me, and Xavier.

Brandon nods his head as Felicity turns back to stare at the championship.

BRANDON BANKS: Good... Good, good, good. Well, shit... I mean, I don't know what to say to you right n--

FELICITY BANKS: Don't say anything at all. Either sit here with me until you hear my music, or walk back to your office. Doesn't matter.

Brandon can't help but laugh at his sisters seriousness tonight, placing his hand on her head and messing up her hair.

BRANDON BANKS: Aight.

With that, Brandon stands up and walks away from Felicity as Sadie Sanderson McLean's voice is heard announcing the main event.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: THE FOLLOW IS A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH FOR THE HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

The intro to "The Angle" by The Core begins playing as Asher Daniels slowly makes his way onto the stage, looking around at the crowd very nervously. He takes a deep breath as the first verse begins playing, before he makes his way down to the ring. He continues to look around at the fans as he walks down the isle, before he walks over to the steel steps and enters the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 175 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

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

"Bow Down" by Beyonce plays over sound system, the crowd booing heavily as the light dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. The camera pans around the audience before focusing on Felicity's tron, the audience patiently waiting it out for the World champion.

I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don’t forget it, don’t forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don’t think I’m just his little wife
Don’t get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches!


There's still no sign of Felicity as the sparklers continue to fall onto the entrance ramp, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as gold spotlight illuminates the center of the entrance ramp.

Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches
H-town vicious, h-h-town vicious
I’m so crown, bow bow down bitches


Felicity comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face as the spotlight shines over top of her holding the World Championship over her head with hands, wearing her usual "Queen B" sweatshirt and skimpy wrestling attire. She makes her way through the golden sparklers and brings her title to her shoulder, her arms extended to her side with a Blowpop in her mouth. She brings the championship down to her grasp and arrogantly grins, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers as she walks up the steps and into the ring.

Rolling high, leather and Louis
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club


Once in the ring, Felicity spins around the ring in a circle until the lights in the arena get brighter.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: AND HIS OPPONENT... FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY. SHE IS THE WINNER OF THE 2014 RUMBLE TO DESTINY, AND THE CURRENT REIGNING AND DEFENDING HKW WORLD CHAMPION... THE QUEEN B FELIIIICCIIIITTYYYYY BAAAANKKKSSS!!

Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and tosses out of the ring, glancing at Xavier and climbing up to the middle rope. She turns her focus to the crowd and holds her World title high in the air to a loud chorus of boos from the, with the typical one in the bunch fans who love the Queen B. She brings the title down and smiles before making a heart with her hands and then breaking it in half, taunting the crowd. She hops back into the ring and kisses the World title before handing it to the referee.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ah shiiiit! World championship match time!

ALEXA CORRA: Do you not see how unfair this is, Randy?! Two weeks away from Destiny and Felicity's defending her title?

BRIAN MASON: ... It was her idea!

ALEXA CORRA: Shut up your mouth, Mason. No one's talking to you!

RANDY THE PILOT: Y'all havin' a match soon or nah? Damn, y'all arguing when we got a championship match comin' up! I'm not even talking about food!

BRIAN MASON: ... For once you're right, Randy.

ALEXA CORRA: I was talking about the match and how unfair it was to Fel!

BRIAN MASON: *Sigh* Without Dhamien and Ina Ina out here, this one could certainly turn into a classic. The only question is Xavier's knee. Reports say it's getting better, but still... You don't recover from that much damage in that short of a time span.

RANDY THE PILOT: Really ain't believing Fel when she says she wants no one out here. Remember, this the same woman that planned out a way to become World champ. You don't think she got a plan to keep it?

BRIAN MASON: How about defeating Xavier Asher Daniels, huh?

ALEXA CORRA: Exactly what's gonna happen, Mase.

BRIAN MASON: We'll see...

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DING DING DING


The crowd immediately turns it up a notch after the opening big bell rings. Surprisingly, the first chants of the match start out as a "Felicity" chant, but they're quickly drowned out by the overwhelming "X.A.D" chant. Felicity looks out into the crowd and shakes her head in disgust, turning her head to look at Xavier. The challenger looks focused, never taking his eyes off of Felicity. The champion steps out of her corner with a slick smile across her face, mouthing some words in Xavier's direction. Xavier steps out of his corner as Felicity immediately shoots in for the injured left knee but Xavier hops backward and soccer kicks Felicity in the chest. He quickly wraps his arms around her head and pulls her to her feet, whipping Felicity into the nearest corner. He backpedals just a few steps and then charges in and BANG! Big running knee from XAD to the champion in the corner, much to the delight of the crowd. Felicity drops down to a knee, covering her face as Xavier bounces off the ropes and connects with a low dropkick to the head! He turns Felicity on her back and makes the cover.


ONE!


Not even a two count as Felicity emphatically kicks out. Xavier grabs the champion by her head and lifts her to her feet only to get a a thumb to eye from Felicity! Xavier reacts to the pain as Felicity swoops in from behind him and rolls him up with a school boy!


ONE!


Not even a two count once again as XAD kicks out before the referees hand comes down a second time. Felicity crawls backward and patiently waits for Xavier to rise to his feet only to take him back down with a jumping leg lariat. Felicity gets to her feet and sprawls her arms out to the side, feeding from the jeers from the crowd. An arrogant grin forms on her expression as she makes her way to the second turnbuckle and waits for Xavier to get to his feet. Once he does, Felicity dives off and goes for a diving tornado DDT, but Xavier pushes her away and connects with a kick to the midsection, following it up by taking Felicity by the hair and sending her to the outside! Xavier waits for Felicity to recover. Once she rises to her feet, XAD bounces off the ropes and goes for a baseball slide, but Felicity moves out of the way and connects with the "Space Jam" DDT on the outside!

ALEXA CORRA: Everybody get up! It's time to slam now! We got a real jam going down, welcome to the Space Jam!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Move's sick, but how she gonna pin him out there?

BRIAN MASON: She can't... It's not a falls count anywhere match.

ALEXA CORRA: Captain Obvious over there...

With Xavier down and seemingly out for the moment after Felicity's trademark "Space Jam" DDT, she takes a moment to mess with the crowd some, arguing with the fans at ringside. She grabs one of the signs that reads "XAD = NEXT HKW WORLD CHAMPION" and rips it in half, tossing it back to the crowd afterward. She sees Xavier starting to stir, catching him with a boot to the head before he could get up. With Xavier down again, Felicity reaches underneath the ring...

RANDY THE PILOT:: Table time!

Felicity pulls out a table and begins setting it up with one edge on the guardrail and the other on the ring apron. Once it's placed perfectly, Felicity turns to Xavier and rips him to his feet, placing him on the table. She pounds on his face with numerous right hands, making sure Xavier was incapacitated before hopping onto the apron, and climbing up to the top rope!

ALEXA CORRA: Watch this! She's about to put Xavier out already without even touching his wiittle knee!

Felicity takes a moment to jaw at the crowd. She turns her attention back to Xavier and soars off with a Senton...

BRIAN MASON: Crash and burn!

Xavier moves out of the way, causing Felicity to land through the table and down to the thin mat below! She grabs the small of her back, writhing in pain in the pieces of table as Xavier gets to his feet and sees the champion down and hurt. He rips her back to her feet and slides her in the ring, immediately going for the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


NO!



Felicity kicks out at two, but Xavier is right back on the attack, locking the champion into a sleeper hold, driving his knee into the small of her back. He holds in the move, but Felicity frees herself by reaching backward and digging her nails into Xavier’s eyes until he breaks the hold. The two get back to their feet, Felicity clutching at her back and Xavier still covering his eyes. Felicity turns to see Xavier still blinded and charges in, only for Xavier to spin her around and hits a tilt a whirl backbreaker! … On the bad knee!

Felicity starts grimacing in pain, but as does Xavier, quickly falling down with Felicity, clutching at the injured left knee he may have just reaggravated.


RANDY THE PILOT:: Instincts just fucked XAD right in the ass!

ALEXA CORRA: Guess that’s the champs fault, right Mase?

BRIAN MASON: Well, she is the reason…

ALEXA CORRA: OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHUT UP. HE DID THAT TO HIMSELF! SHUUUUUT UP!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Damn, you a lowkey psycho ain’t you, Lex? You wanna chain me up to the bed and spank me?

BRIAN MASON: Heh…

ALEXA CORRA: Both of you need to call this damn match, bruh. And stop making fucking excuses for a grown ass man.


Felicity is squirming around the ring, trying to crawl toward the ropes while XAD holds onto his heavily braced left knee, and out of nowhere, he rips the brace off and tosses it to the outside! He stands back to his feet, limping toward Felicity and grabbing a hold of her hair, only for Felicity to catch him with low blow! Xavier slowly drops to one knee, now eye to eye with Felicity, the champion grabbing a hold of his hair and executing a headbutt to bring him down. Felicity mounts over Xavier and begins clawing at his face, slapping him, and finally bites his head!


RANDY THE PILOT:: That girl done went insane! She a cannibal?!


Felicity continues the attack on Xavier, pounding away with right hands after the bite, finally getting to her feet, and clutching at the small of her back. She slides underneath the bottom rope and hobbles toward the commentator’s section, grabbing the first free chair she sees. She flings it into the ring before grabbing another steel chair, taking it back inside the ring with her. She waits for Xavier to recover, watching him pulling himself up by the ropes and then… WHAM! She blasts him in the skull with the chair, bending the steel chair right in half! The shot echos throughout the arena as Xavier’s body goes limp and he falls down to the mat. Blood starts oozing from his head as Felicity immediately crawls toward Xavier and makes the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


THR---NO!


Xavier kicks out before the count of three, getting a chuckle out of Felicity. She mounts over him once again and begins punching away at the bloody face of Xavier before getting back to her feet. She grabs the chair she had tossed into the ring earlier and goes to wrap it around Xavier’s knee, but Xavier catches Felicity off guard with a grounded kick, making her stumble backwards into the ropes with the chair in hand. Xavier rises to his feet as Felicity bounces off the ropes and swings wildly with the chair, but Xavier ducks underneath it. Felicity turns back around, and Xavier hits a the Star Kick with the chair bouncing into Felicity’s face!


ALEXA CORRA: NOOOOOOO!



The impact of the move causing Felicity to roll toward the ropes with Xavier chasing after on his hands and knees, trying to get the pin but Felicity rolls all the way out of the ring, preventing the pinfall from happening!


ALEXA CORRA: Fuckin’ genius!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Damn, bruh! I think he would’ve had her if Fel ain’t roll out the ring!

BRIAN MASON: Gotta hand it to the champion. That was a smart move.

ALEXA CORRA: …. I can’t believe what I’m hearing?


Xavier can’t believe that Felicity had made it out of the ring, noticing the blood starting to drip for her forehead as she lays motionless outside the ring. Xavier wipes the blood from his face and slides out of the ring with Felicity, now limping as the match has progressed. He grabs a hold of Felicity by the hair and lifts her lifeless body up, but Felicity drops down to her knee and grabs a hold of the left knee of Xavier, bashing on it with hammer hand shots until Xavier’s falls down. With Xavier down and aiding to his knee, Felicity begins crawling around the ring, until she disappears underneath the ring!


RANDY THE PILOT:: The hell is she doin’?


Xavier makes it to his feet and limps around the ring, looking for the HKW champion but she’s nowhere in site. The audience tries to let Xavier now that Felicity had went underneath the ring, but before Xavier could react, Felicity was back on the opposite side of the ring, inching her back inside. She measures Xavier up and bounces off the ropes, diving in between the bottom and middle rope, hitting a picture perfect low Suicide dive on the challenger! The impact of the pushes Xavier back against the guardrail, and Felicity’s seems to have hurt herself as well, not moving after the big move.

It takes a minute for either competitor to recover, but the blood Felicity makes her way to her feet and grins at the crowd while Xavier is still down on his hands and knees. Felicity soccer kicks Xavier in the abdomen, and proceeds to hop onto his back, slapping away at the back of his head. With Xavier downed, Felicity makes her way back toward the ring, and reaches underneath again…


BRIAN MASON: Ladder time!


The champion pulls out a huge ladder from out beneath the ring, bringing it up and sliding it into the ring. She turns her head to see Xavier is still down and reaches back underneath the ring, pulling out a lead pipe, twirling it around in her hands like a baton. She patiently waits for Xavier to get up, and once he does… DING! Felicity blasts Xavier in the left knee with the lead pipe, causing the challenger to immediately fall down, grimacing from the pain. She tosses the pipe to the side, wiping the blood away from her eyes as she stares down at the bloody and bruised challenger. Felicity stands overtop of him and begins screaming at him, telling him that there’s no chance of him taking her title away from her. Once she was through yelling, Felicity slides into the ring and grabs at the ladder, standing it up near the far right corner.


RANDY THE PILOT:: Not really sure what she’s planning on doing with that ladder. Xavier’s on the other damn side of the ring!

ALEXA CORRA: Pay attention, Randy. You might learn something.

With the ladder set up, Felicity stumbles back to the opposite end of the ring, and slides underneath the bottom rope. She grabs a hold of Xavier by his hair and slides him into the ring, turning her attention to the crowd. She wipes some of the blood from her forehead and wipes it her hands across the faces of the fans at ringside. She chuckles and slides back into the ring, only for Xavier to spring to his feet and connect with a beautiful spin wheel kick, knocking the champion out cold!


BRIAN MASON: Xavier with a big spin wheel kick! Both competitors are down! What a match thus far, ladies and gentlemen!

ALEXA CORRA: Panic attack. I’m having a panic attack!


Xavier uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, noticing that he has Felicity right where he wants her. On nothing but pure adrenaline, Xavier ignores the pain shooting throughout his body from his knee and rips Felicity up to her feet… AUTOMATIC DRIVER! Xavier hits his trademark headlock driver and rolls Felicity onto her back to make the cover!


ONE!



TWO!




ALEXA CORRA: OH MY GOD.



THRRR----NO! Felicity just gets her shoulder up before the referees hand came down for the three, stunning the XAD and a good amount of the audience. Xavier stares down at the champion, realizing that Felicity wasn’t losing her championship unless she was put down. The challenger struggles to his feet, while Felicity continues to lie motionless on the mat. XAD’s gaze goes from Felicity to the twenty foot ladder as the crowd begins to chant “XAD” over and over. He limps past Felicity and makes his way toward the ladder, climbing up the side facing the corner.


BRIAN MASON: Xavier’s thinking big move here!

RANDY THE PILOT:: Bruh, this really ain’t the match either of these two wanted to be in before Destiny. You know who the winners are tonight? BRAD KANE AND INA INA.

BRIAN MASON: I’d have to agree with you, Randy. Both of these competitors are leaving it all out there tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Can’t watch…. Tell me when it’s over.


Gingerly, Xavier makes his way up the ladder but Felicity’s back to her feet, climbing up the other side of the ladder! It’s a race to the top with champion and challenger as the two make it to the top almost simultaneously. The begin swinging wild right hands at one another until Xavier gets the upperhand. He grabs Felicity by the head and smashes her face off the top of the ladder and climbs up another rung, only for Felicity to catch him with a thumb to the eye! She wraps her arms around his head…. SCORPIO SPIKE! FELICITY HITS THE SNAPMARE DRIVER FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!


RANDY THE PILOT:: XAD’s neck is fucking broken, bruh! It is broken!

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Felicity may have dislocated her shoulder as well.


The crowd chants “Holy shit!” as Xavier looks to be out cold and Felicity writhes in pain, clutching at her right shoulder after the impact from the move. She turns her head just enough to see Xavier down for the count and begins crawling in his direction, still clutching at her arm. Finally, she drapes her uninjured arm across Xavier’s chest as the referee gets in position to make the count.


ONE!


TWO!


THR----NO!



Xavier pops a shoulder up just as the referees hand was coming down for the three! Felicity looks like she’s about to cry, the blood pouring down her face as she screams at the referee. She clutches at her shoulder and looks at the still motionless Xavier Asher Daniels, wondering what she has to do to put him away. She uses the ropes to pull herself up, staring down at the unbraced knee of Daniels. She grabs the chair from earlier and once again tries to wrap it around his knee, this time successfully. Felicity stumbles around on her feet, making it onto the apron and climbing up to the top rope.


RANDY THE PILOT:: She’s going to end it right here, bruh!

ALEXA CORRA: Is it over yet?!?


She gets to the top rope, nearly losing her balance. Xavier hasn’t moved as Felicity stares down at the chair and the knee, soaring off the top rope and stomping down on the knee and chair with a high angle double footstomp! Xavier immediately writhes in pain as Felicity rips the chair off of his leg and makes the cover!


ONE!



TWO!




ALEXA CORRA: YES!




THR---- NO!

Xavier kicks out and the crowd explodes! Felicity can’t believe it, slamming her hands off the mat and screaming at the referee as Xavier clutches at the already injured knee. Felicity gets to her feet and grabs a hold of the referee by the shirt with her uninjured arm and pushes him into the corner, screaming that that was a slow count. The referee pleads his case as Felicity turns around and shoots Xavier a look filled with disgust, taking a moment to glance at the capacity audience chanting “X.A.D” over and over again. This irates the champion as she hobbles back over to Xavier, and lifts him up to his feet by his hair. She screams at him, telling him to stay down and holds him up just enough to back away..


RANDY THE PILOT:: BANK SHOT!

BRIAN MASON: NO IT’S NOT!


Xavier ducks out of the way of the Bank Shot superkick and connects with his patent Star Kick! The impact from the shot echos throughout the arena as Xavier grabs a hold of his knee and Felicity falls back, seemingly unconscious. Xavier sees Felicity down and wills his way toward her, crawling and inching his way closer and closer.


BRIAN MASON: He’s gonna do it! Xavier’s gonna win the championship!


Xavier finally makes it close enough to Felicity to drape his arm across her chest for the pin attempt.


ONE!






TWO!!








THRRRRRRRRRRRRRE---- NO!



RANDY THE PILOT:: WHAT?!


ALEXA CORRA: YES!


Felicity somehow gets her shoulder up, the crowd, XAD, and even the referee in shock by the kickout! Xavier runs his hand down his face, wiping the sweat/blood mixture away while looking at the downed champion. Realizing he’s only one move away from becoming HKW World champion, Xavier wills his way back to his feet, grabbing a hold of the ropes just he gets up. He sees the still down Felicity starts to show some signs of life as he makes his way toward her, limping and barely able to move at all. He grabs a hold of Felicity’s head and gingerly bring her to a vertical base, pushing her back…. STAR KICK!

No! Felicity drops down to her knees from exhaustion and instinct and catches XAD with a low blow! Xavier falls down to the mat as Felicity takes a moment to gather herself, wiping the blood from her forehead, clearing the mess from her face. She sees how close Xavier is to the steel ring post and immediately slides out of the ring, grabbing a hold of Xavier’s leg and pulling him with her.


ALEXA CORRA: We’ve seen this before!


She gets his legs wrapped around the steel ring post, and locks in the figure four around the ringpost, a move that she’s named XACL specifically after Daniels!


ALEXA CORRA: XACL! XACL!

BRIAN MASON: This is exactly how she injured Xavier’s knee!


Felicity pulls back with all her strength as Xavier begins writhing in the pain, the referee asking him if he wants to give up, but Xavier emphatically shouts no! Felicity uses her free hand to pound away at Xavier’s legs wrapped around the steel ring post as the blood begins pouring down his face, clearly in excruciating pain. The referee continues to ask Xavier if he wants to give up, but he repeatedly shouts no.


RANDY THE PILOT:: Just quit, Xavier! There ain’t no gettin’ outta this! You got your whole career ahead of ya!

BRIAN MASON: There’s too much fight in him!

ALEXA CORRA: Too much stupid you mean.


Xavier falls onto his back, looking almost as if he’s beginning to pass out from the pain, Felicity never letting up on the hold. Xavier’s eyes roll in the back of his head as the blood continues pouring down his face, the referee unsure of what to do. Realizing that XAD was out, the referee grabs a hold of his arm and lifts it up, watching it fall limp to the mat. He has no other choice but to call for the bell!


DING DING DING!


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winner of this match… AND STILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION… THE QUEEN B, FELICITYYY BAAANKS!

She finally releases the hold, gassed herself after the grueling match. Ina Ina immediately runs down the entrance ramp and around the ring, tending to Felicity as “Bow down” by Beyonce hits the pa system, the arena filled with people on their feet, giving both competitors a standing ovation.

RANDY THE PILOT:: WHAT.A.FUCKIN.MATCH.BRUH.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t think there was anything that would’ve kept either of these two down tonight. It took Xavier passing out for this match to end!

ALEXA CORRA: You’re kidding me, right… Seriously, MASON?!

BRIAN MASON: Did you not hear me say that nothing would’ve kept EITHER of them down, Alexa? I’m giving Felicity her damn credit especially since she won without help, but Xavier PASSED OUT.

ALEXA CORRA: So that’s excuse terms for he lost, right? Fuck this. I’m through talking to you tonight.

Alexa slams her headset down onto the announce desk and makes her way to Ina and Felicity while the referee tends to Xavier.

BRIAN MASON: That woman is a psycho. I was giving both competitors credit, wasn’t I?

RANDY THE PILOT:: It’s Alexa, bruh. She don’t even know what a compliment is.

Pulled up to her feet by Alexa and Ina, Felicity gets handed the HKW World championship, the blood still dripping down her face as she looks inside the ring. She sees Xavier still passed out, his legs hanging off the edge of the ring. Felicity just smiles as she falls back against the announce desk and Ina slides her way into the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Ah, what the hell! This is not necessary!

Ina Ina shoves the referee out of the way and pulls Xavier out of the corner while Felicity stares on. Ina Ina rips Xavier to his feet, when suddenly…

If you believe for a second that I’ve fallen off!
You can all bleed to death in this holocaust!


"Torcher II" by DZK hits the sound system as the crowd explodes, waiting on the arrival of Brad Kane! The distraction makes Ina turn around to see if Brad Kane was on his way, and this allows Xavier Asher Daniels to connect with a Star Kick to the back of Ina’s head!

BRIAN MASON: STAR KICK! STAR KICK ON INA INA!

RANDY THE PILOT:: But where the hell is Brad Kane?!

Felicity shoves Alexa Corra out of her way and leaps over the guardrail, making her way through the crowd! She turns around and laughs, believing that she had outsmarted Brad Kane once again, but Kane shows up behind the clueless Felicity, watching her as she holds her championship high in the air.

RANDY THE PILOT:: AHHHSHIT!

Felicity continues to backpedal, finally bumping backwards into Kane… Her expression quickly goes to a look of concern as she slowly turns around… BANG! Brad Kane nearly decapitates Felicity with a solid roundhouse kick! Felicity immediately falls down to the cold concrete floor as Kane chuckles and stands over Felicity. He grabs a hold of the HKW World championship and glances at it for a few seconds, shrugging his shoulders and holding it high in the air to a huge ovation from the crowd. Defiance comes to an end with Brad Kane holding the HKW World Championship high in the air, his gaze locked on the downed Felicity Banks.
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