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New York City, New York ;
Hammerstein Ballroom

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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 buzzing as the fans are definitely pumped for this edition of Defiance inside the infamous Hammerstein Ballroom. At the conclusion of the video we see a beautiful pyro display that dazzles and awes as the fans continue to cheer.

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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!

BRIAN MASON: Welcome everyone to the nineteenth edition of Defiance! We're coming off the heels of our biggest event in Destiny and we're not slowing down anytime soon!

ALEXA CORRA: Riiiiight. I need a vacation. We're doing too much. I mean, we just had a pay per view... We got Almost Famous on the thirty first of August... And then there's HKW versus the World. Goddamn..

RANDY THE PILOT: GUCCI TWO TIMES, SAY IT TWO TIMES. GUCCI GUCCI TWO TIMES, SAY IT TWO TIMES!

BRIAN MASON: Why not just one time?

ALEXA CORRA: You such a simp, Mase.

BRIAN MASON: I'm such a what?

RANDY THE PILOT: BURR!!!!!

Suddenly the roaring of a chopper is heard echoing around the arena. The fans and the commentators begin looking around wondering where the sound is coming from as the lights begin to flicker until the arena is pitch black. The roaring of the chopper grows louder but now more than just one is heard.

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights then begin to flicker silver and black and the crowd automatically begins to fill the arena with boos but with some RIP chants hear among the boos. The motorcycle gang begins to roll out down the ramp with their choppers minus the injured Joey Perrello and Zakk Lewis.

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


BRIAN MASON: What now?! Haven't they caused enough fucking damage at Destiny?!

ALEXA CORRA: Pipe down Mason! The Reapers are here!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah bruh, you don't want Lance kicking you out of your chair again do you?

BRIAN MASON: No screw that! I'm tired of these guys! And to fucking think Lyle Risky was behind it all! I have lost all respect for Lyle Risky!

The Reapers do one lap around the ring before parking near the steel steps by the entrance ramp. The fans near the barricade boo them to all hell as Chopz & Leifi jump at them growling putting the fear into the souls of the fans. Aceline whips his hair back and laughs with Luke. Lance takes his time to get up from his motorcycle but as he does he looks around the arena to the fans who share their hate for the man and his group. He chuckles and motions for the men to enter the ring.

I believe in you, I can show you
That I can see right through all your empty lies
I won't stay long in this world so wrong


As the all enter the ring Lance walks around to the commentary desk eyeing Brian Mason with a sinister smile on his face. He then leans over the desk into Mason's face.

LANCE WINTERS: BOO!

Brian jumps in his seat as Lance begins to laugh at Mason's fear. He then looks over to Alexa and winks at her before asking for a microphone...Well not exactly asking more like demanding. As the stage member hands him a microphone Lance snatches it out of his hand and shoves him back to where he came from.

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


Lance slides into the ring as the music fades away slowly. The boos of the crowd begins to replace the sounds of the music. All the members in the ring begin to boo the Reapers In Pride as they stand there laughing.

LANCE WINTERS: What's the matter guys? YOU SEEM A BIT ANGRY! Are you not pleased to see us?

Boos.

LANCE WINTERS: What did we do? Huh? What did we do to make you guys hate us sooooo much?! Hmm?! I can't quite put my finger on it. Did we do something you guys didn't....Like?

More boos.

LANCE WINTERS: BUT WHOSE TO SAY THAT WE REALLY GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANY OF YOUR WANTS AND NEEDS HUH?! You people can go ahead and boo us all you want but you people know! YOU KNOW WE ARE THE ONES THAT MAKE SHIT HAPPEN IN HKW! We're the sole reason why you people even bought a ticket to come out and watch the show. We're the reason you people flip on the television and tune in. THE REAPERS IN FUCKING PRIDE RUN HKW AND THAT'S THE WAY IT'S ALWAYS BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE!

Lance laughs as the fans disagree with him. He shrugs.

LANCE WINTERS: Sadly, Zero had to learn the hard way. Ain't that just a fucking pity! HE HAD SO MUCH GOING FOR HIM! But oh well, people come and go. Not like he actually meant anything right?! I MEAN HE DIDN'T REALLY DO SHIT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS HE ISN'T SHIT RIGHT!? Um...Yeah that sounds about right. Could say the same about Kai though really...

Lance looks back at Luke who laughs and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: Guess we found out who the better man for Ava truly is, didn't we Kai? BUT THIS ISN'T ABOUT ALL THAT! We're simply out here to celebrate the appreciation for the man that has gifted you people with myself and The Reapers! That's right bitches and dirtbags! THE SAME GUY THAT FOOLED YOU ALL! Dumb fucks....LYLE RISKY!

"Guap" by. Big Sean hits as the lights flash pink and skyblue. The song plays for a while until Lyle Risky steps out in an all black suit matching the colors of the biker gang and his hair freshly braided back. He looks out the crowd booing him and even holding signs that read "RiskoBetrayal". He smirked made his way down the ramp joining the Reapers in the ring. He's handed a microphone.

LYLE RISKY: Alright bitches you can shut the fuck up now, we get it. Y'all ain't happy? I don't care. I honestly don't give a a fuck about y'all feelins' bruh. You cans could cry me a fuckin river and I wouldn't give a fuck about it. If I didn't bring RIP in think of where the fuck this company would be....I mean really bruh, think about it. RIP has fueled this company actually givin' them little brat fucks backstage something to "fight" for. And some of them still ain't shit.

Lyle and RIP laugh.

LYLE RISKY: RIP made some of you ungrateful pieces of shit stars. And with that said....All y'all should be thanking Riskodamous! Got rid of that bitch Zero. Brought the best stable in sports entertainment. Kept HKW alive. All that I've done has been for HKW. And look at it...It's grown into a fucking monster that can't be stopped! And I don't see it stoppin' either bruh...Thanks to the Reapers In Pride!

The crowd boos.

LYLE RISKY: Oh please! Stop all that shit. You should be cheering for me. Shit....Where the fuck is the respect? I mean really?!

Lyle looks around with his arms open. He shakes his head once the fans continue to boo him.

LYLE RISKY: That's aight. That's fine really. I don't need y'all kissin my ass. I don't need that shit. Y'all can continue to kiss Brandon's ass even when he playing the bad guy role. Haha, I don't need that type fuck ass fan base supporting me bruh.

Luke in the background pulls out some beers handing it to all the members. He taps on Lyle's shoulder. Lyle turns around looking at the bottle of Budweiser and smirks.

LYLE RISKY: Right on bruh.

Lyle turns towards the the Reapers In Pride.

LYLE RISKY: Cheers to one of my best investments in Hard Knox Wrestling!

He opens the beer bottle cheering with all of The Reapers before taking a swig. The crowd boos seeing the once beloved Lyle Risky with RIP.

BRIAN MASON: This is just horrible. Lyle Risky is going to burn in hell!

ALEXA CORRA: Excuse me? If it wasn't for Lyle Risky you wouldn't even have this job?! You best be thanking him too! These bitches out here so ungrateful. Tisk. Tisk.

"Dance With The Devil" by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System as the biker gang and Risky are seen enjoying themselves in the middle of the ring. The scene soon fades away.

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Prancing down the hallways of the Hammerstein Ballroom is none other than the HKW World champion, Felicity Banks. Wearing a short pair of white denim shirts, along with a black tank top and a pair of Jordan V’s, the champs all smiles as she high steps a number of backstage personal. She halts her step and begin humming a tune, making her way toward a stagehand and grabs him by the shirt.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m so much better than youuuuuuu! I’m a ten, you’re a twoooooooooo!

The stagehand looks around with a confused gleam in his eyes as Felicity continues her singing.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m a queen, you’re a fool! I’m a throne, you’re a stool! You’ll never be this coooool!

Felicity lets go as if she were done, but just as the stagehand goes to walk away, she grabs him again.

FELICITY BANKS: All of you should be ashameddddd! I’m at the top of my gameeeee! I’m a star and you’re lameee! I’m cash, you’re change! You’ll never have my fameeee!

Felicity finally lets go of the stagehand and cackles arrogantly, fixing the stagehands shirt.

FELICITY BANKS: I should really look into a singing career, shouldn’t I? Yeah, I thought so too. Now run along, peasant. Your presence is no longer needed.

She pushes the stagehand out of the picture and makes her way down the hallway. From a distance she could see HKW backstage correspondent Kenzie Valerie standing around with a microphone in her hand.

FELICITY BANKS: Ohhhhhh Kenziekinz!!!!

Kenzie turns around, a bright smile on her face as she sees Felicity waves her over with her index finger. Kenzie rushes toward Felicity and pulls the microphone to her lips as if she were about to say something, but Felicity stops her by pulling the microphone towards herself.

FELICITY BANKS: Nobody wants to listen to you speak, Kenzie. But hey, look it! See!

Felicity shines off a grin from ear to ear as she drapes the HKW World championship around her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: All smiles, just like I told you! Noooow, there’s been a lot of negative feedback coming in from my match with Bradley, and quite honestly? I don’t get why! I mean, the build up was there, wasn’t it?! Brad and I sold our rivalry so well, and lets face it. People bought Destiny only for Banks versus Kane, nothing else.

Felicity chuckles, wrapping her arm Kenzie.

FELICITY BANKS: I get it, Kenziekinz. There’s a whole lot of why’s and how’s being tossed in every which way, sooo many fingers being pointed, but truthfully? You’re all thinking waaaay too deep into the situation. This wasn’t a well thought out plan like winning the Rumble to Destiny was. This? This was simple. Bradley and I simply came to an agreement.. That I am what’s best for HKW and it’s future. He watched the actions of the pathetic scumbags on this roster, and quite frankly, he was disgusted.

She snarls.

FELICITY BANKS: These "talents" on the roster? They’re not wrestlers, Kenzie. There’s a handful of people in HKW who take this wrestling thing seriously, but no one… And I mean no one takes it as seriously as I do. People want to frown on my reign and my journey to the HKW World championship? Let them. It won’t change the fact that I’m the face of this company, and I’m the one people tune in to see each Defiance, each iGNITE, and each pay per view!

Felicity takes her arm off of Kenzie and backs away.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m methodical with everything I do, Kenzie… That’s why I can’t be stopped. I can't be stopped... I won't be stopped. Don't care who it is placed in front of me next, because I'll still be a step ahead. Don’t believe me? Make sure to stick around for the rest of the show. Never know what you might miss.

Felicity winks in Kenzie’s direction before pulling the HKW championship to her grasp, making her way to her locker room while Kenzie stands back and watches the champion until the scene fades.

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The lights dim, and the eerie opening to “The Outsider (Apocalypse Mix)” ring out through the arena. The music kicks in, and the lights begin to strobe slowly, riding the crescendo as Maynard James Keenan's voice kicks in

Help me if you can
It's just that this
Is not the way I'm wired
So could you please
Help me understand why
You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires


The floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim, if knowing smile and nod before heading toward the ring.

ALEXA CORRA: Starting things off tonight with a six person tag match. Fresh off of Destiny all six of these wrestlers have something to prove.

BRIAN MASON: Yes, yes they do, and Shane Atwater looks very focused tonight.

You're
Lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile
You're pounding on a fault line
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
Over this, why do you
Wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess, well I don't wanna watch you...


Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron.

Disconnect and self destruct
One bullet at a time
What’s your rush now
Everyone will have his day to die


Atwater kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner to wait for the start of the match.


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER!


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


BRIAN MASON: At Destiny it was The Neon Dragons squaring up against the small but dangerous, The Dirty South. The Dragons got the win, but tonight TDS is out for revenge.

RANDY THE PILOT: Very entertaining match up, heard The Dragons had one hell of a celebrating party.

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.

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. They play rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s going to start the match.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And introducing now, 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 faster tempo of 'Trouble by Neon Jungle' disseminates around the sold out show as Neon makes her way onto the stage as the dark blue strobelights circulate around the arena illuminating the faces of the fans and making her platinum coloured hair glisten. She walks out unfazed by the crowd reaction as if ignorant to their presence, with a completely determined look upon her face.

As soon as she reaches the stage's ending, she turns around, her back towards the fans and facing the area she just exited and raises her arms into the arm gracefully as her leather studded jackets drapes over her shoulders. She holds the pose for a little under 5 seconds before returning to her original position to face the fans once more.

ALEXA CORRA: Two very interesting tag teams. I believe Shane and The Dragons aren’t very familar with each other. Neon and The Dirty South, however, have been friends for a while. That may be the difference maker.

BRIAN MASON: The Dragons have defeated The Dirty South once, they may be able to do it again. Plus Shane Atwater isn’t a stranger of anything in the ring.

The music quickens in pace as she begins making her way slowly down the ramp, her gaze not flickering, focused purely on the ring. She sheds her leather jacket, throwing it from her shoulders and it slinks to the floor. The fans reach their arms out expecting for her to respond and touch them however the gesture is no reciprocated by Neon as she continues walking again with ill regard of their presence.

She ends her walk down the ramp and walks straight toward the apron closest and grabbing the second ring rope clambers onto it with one pull of mighty force. Once standing upon it, Neon wastes no time and lifts her right leg over the second rope, ducking under the top rope and then bringing her other leg over so she now stands in the ring. She walks staunchly towards the ropes that layer the right side of the ring and jumps onto the second one, still with the determined and focused looks she entered the view with. She lefts her left leg over the top rope, so she has both legs on the second rope only wrapped over the top one before elevating her arms elegantly before wrapping them around one another and sliding them slowly from each of their grasp.

RANDY THE PILOT: Does she really thinks she’s trouble? What’s troubling about an Italian girl, who puts way too many chemicals in her hair??


ALEXA CORRA: Oh, we’re gonna see what kind of trouble she really is...

She returns her right leg back to its origins, lifting it over the top rope and instantaneously jumps back to the canvas, sending a vibration and a thud sound echoing. The determined and intent expression still has not left her face as she walks to the ring's centre awaiting for the match to begin as she takes on the task of performing various stretches with her arms. . .

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, originating from Milan, Italy weighing in at 146lbs, NEOOON.


The Diirtyy South enter the stage, Veronica Rae on the right, London London to the left. London stares down the crowd with her hands placed on her hips, even mocking a few younger fans who seem to be booing the duo. Veronica on the other hand, stands on the ramp taking self photographs with her iPhone. She greets London with a neck hug even taking a selfie with her .The two then go down the ramp, Veronica skipping, London just strutting. They two hold hands focused on the task ahead. London climbs onto the ring apron, then jumps up to the turnbuckle mocking the fans, before hopping back down and taking even more selfies either by herself or with Veronica.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Making their way to the ring from Houston, Texas and Atlanta, Georgia, Veronica Rae and London London, THE DIIRTYYY SOUTH!!

BRIAN MASON: At Destiny, London London received a few staples to the back of her head, on the hands of The Dragons. She claims she’s okay to compete but we will see…


RANDY THE PILOT: Staples are for paper, NOT heads!


Once all six wrestlers have entered the ring, they begin discussing who shall start off. Shane Atwater and Veronica Rae are chosen. Other plans were in mind as Veronica Rae tags in London London after the sounding bell.

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DING DING DING!

The Filipinia has a troubling smirk on her face, she appears to go for a lock up with Shane, then decides against it, tagging in Neon. The three females continuously play up the situation. Neon approaches Shane, with her hand extended. As soon as he goes to shake her hand, she moves it away, smacking him across the face. The crowd boos this action. Neon issues up snickering with The Diirtyy South. Annoyed with the mind games, The Neon Dragons run past Neon, skidding into a baseball slide to the feet of Veronica and London. The two females heads go bouncing off the canvas.

RANDY THE PILOT: The women are playing games, SHOCKER!


ALEXA CORRA: It’s all fun and games, until The Neon Dragons crash the party!!


Neon turns around to a strong European uppercut from Shane. Sends her head back, but she stays on her feet. She’s met with another, before being knocked down with a standing dropkick. Instead of going for a pin attempt, he hooks in a standard armbar submission. Having it locked in the middle of the ring, Neon stretches her arm out, yelling to her partners. London moves into the ring and kicks Shane square in his face, breaking the hold. The Dragons complain to the ref, who orders London to exit the ring. She surprisely does as told, without a word.

BRIAN MASON: Shane’s putting on a show tonight, Neon’s in some TROUBLE here. See what I did there, Alexa!

ALEXA CORRA: You’re so corny.


Atwater and Neon both are back to their feet, Neon gains control with to running dropkicks. Atwater quickly recovers, causing Neon to rush towards him in the form of a discus clothesline. She makes a cover, not even bothering to hook his leg.

ONE….


KICKOUT!



On the apron, Veronica Rae has her hand out, Neon makes the tag. Veronica twirls her hair, while smiling down at Shane. After some admiration, she places him in a modified bow and arrow. The small female manages to keep her knees in the back of Shane. Resourcefully she keeps her shoulders off the mat. Feeling him begin to escape the submission she sits up, locking it in tighter. This is very effective, but Veronica releases him. She gives him little time to breath, then positioning his arms in a straight jacket choke. Not even able to yell for help due to his arms covering his mouth, he gets back to a vertical base. Veronica adapts to his movements, hopping on his back with her legs wrapped around his abdominal area.

RANDY THE PILOT: Is she flirting with Shane in the middle of a match??


BRIAN MASON: Flirting or not, she’s got him in a bad way now. Not even letting him breathe at this point.



His partners began clapping their hands, and stomping their feet to give Shane some momentum. Shane’s able to overpower her by slamming her spine first into the turnbuckle. Darren Diamond tags himself in. He immediately goes on the attack, with punches to the her skull. With the crowd on his side, Diamond does a bulldog. Veronica staggers back to her feet, while Darren springboards off the ropes with a dropkick. He goes for the pin.

ONE….


TW-KICKOUT

ALEXA CORRA: Trying to get some this crowd behind Shane. The size advantage comes into place!


BRIAN MASON: Not able to get over on Veronica. I must admit Veronica and London have become very more educated inside the ring.


Rae attempts to crawl to her corner but is forcefully stopped as Diamond hooks in a reverse Indian deathlock. Only a few inches away from touching her partners, Rae grits her teeth in frustration. The entire time Darren is amused at her struggle. Neon and London look at each other on what to do. London steps on the ropes, reaching in to tug the locks of Darren. The ref counts to five for her to let go, she lets go at four, as Darren surrenders the submission hold. He glares at London, who has an innocent smile on her face. He looks to be getting back to Veronica but on second thought delivers a spinning heel kick to London. She manages to clutch on to the ring rope, but lands on the apron uncomfortably. Veronica Rae rolls Darren in a school girl like pin, extending one leg onto the bottom rope.


ONE….

TWO…

ALEXA CORRA: Amazing submission hold, but London was too DIRTYY for that!

RANDY THE PILOT: Pulling that weave!


The skilled and experienced ref notices the illegal tactic, calling her out on it. Veronica starts arguing with the official, stating her innocence. Playing his own little mind games, Darren lays across his corner, as if he was in a hammock, patiently waiting for Veronica to be done. After the confrontational scene she notices Darren, not impressed she goes running into the corner. Diamond jumps out of the way, she goes face first into the turnbuckle. Holding onto her head she tumbles to the ground. As soon as she’s in the seated position Diamond runs at her with an embarrassment worthy bronco buster. The crowd is highly entertained by this move, but Veronica starts screaming, even itching her body. Her partner’s also aren’t amused.

RANDY THE PILOT: Speaking of dirty I should probably shower after this.

BRIAN MASON: What does that have to-Look like Darren’s giving Veronica a taste of her own medicine.

ALEXA CORRA: Eh, that’s just wrong!

NEON: ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

Darren turns to Neon mocking her facial expressions, before grabbing his crotch telling her to “Suck It!” This taunting helps Veronica Rae escape through the legs of Diamond, tagging in Neon. Neon sprints into the ring, hitting a jawbreaker. Diamond staggers backwards but remains on his feet, therefore Neon uses her speed off the ropes to perform a leg lariat. The crowd is booing but Neon’s teammates, The Diirty South are applauding with glee. Before making the pin, Neon gets in the face of the downed Darren yelling and even playing with his hair.


ONE…..


TWO…


THR-KICKOUT!!

BRIAN MASON: I doubt Neon’s gonna let that behavior slide.

ALEXA CORRA: These guys are just plain disrespectful! Neon should have had them there, c’mon ref!


The previous cocky behavior is what keeps Darren Diamond and his team in the match. Neon’s temper tantrum of not gaining the victory, helps Diamond make a quick tag to Shane Atwater. Quickly Shane whips Neon to the mat with a snap suplex. He doesn’t go for the immediate pin, he waits for her to get back to a vertical base. Once she’s up he executes a stunning Fisherman’s Express. He goes for the pin, automatically after.

RANDY THE PILOT: Calm down, Alexa Cakes.

ALEXA CORRA: What did you just call me?

ONE…


TWO…

THR--



Veronica Rae escapes down to ringside to place Neon’s leg on the bottom rope. The referee doesn’t notice Rae’s involvement, but does see the Neon’s leg. Veronica skips around the ring, helping with the distraction. Shane shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t react any more. He goes towards Neon, who counters his next possible move with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Still hurting, she reaches out to her corner not looking to make the pin. Shane inches to his corner as well. The tag is made to Savage Steel and Veronica Rae. The two explode out their representative corners, Savage is on the attack with a few forearm smashes. Veronica manages to stay to her feet, using the ring ropes as an aide. Savage then with an educated Judo hip toss. Veronica gets back to a vertical, swinging and missing a clothesline. Using the momentum he plants her with a clean Russian leg sweep, wisely floating into a pin.

BRIAN MASON: Ha! Moving on! A distraction by Rae helps Neon get things back to her pace.

RANDY THE PILOT: Pace...space...

ONE….


TWO….

THR-


This time Neon comes in for the save. She’s then disciplined by Shane Atwater with a German suplex. This causes her to roll out of the ring. His focus on Neon he’s tricked by London, who nails him with a tornado spike DDT. Kicking Shane to the outside of the ring, she jumps up and down excited about the move. Her joy is then killed by Darren Diamond’s patent Diamond Mind. She groggily rolls to the ring apron. Savage Steel gets up celebrating with a high five then their usual double horns taunt. Sensing and opening Veronica Rae dropkicks The Neon Dragons into each other. Savage’s skull bangs off of Darrens who falls through the ropes. Attempting to check on him, Savage Steel is then rolled into a schoolgirl pin. Veronica Rae pulls on the tights, to create an advantage.

ALEXA CORRA: Diamond thought he had the win, but Neon had other things in mind. Now actions spilling over everywhere!

BRIAN MASON: The two rockers must have forgotten about Veronica who makes him pay. She’s got a handful of tights!


ONE….


TWO….


THREE!!!

DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here are your winners... NEON AND THE DIRTY SOUTHHH!

Veronica Rae quickly slides out of the ring, she drags London up to her feet at ringside. Neon joins the duo, all three laughing at the misfortune of Darren. Inside the ring the Dragons are complaining to the referee about the pull of the tights.

ALEXA CORRA: And that’s how us women get it done!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn women...

Shane Atwater looks disappointed at ringside, still holding his neck from effects of the match. The referee explains that he can’t change the outcome of the match to the disappointed tag team. Still laughing London tugs at Veronica’s shorts, mocking The Neon Dragons even more.

Winners: Neon and Diirty South (9:14)

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Scene opens up with Kenzie Valerie and Zakk Lewis. The arena uproars with boos, much to Zakk’s pleasure.

KENZIE VALERIE: Zakk, so far you’re on top of the world right now. You’ve defeated Jesse Lewis, and now you’re going to be worrying about the All or Nothing Series. How does that fair for you?

She places the microphone to his lips.

ZAKK LEWIS: Excuse me? I’m sorry. But what did you say? Worrying? Excuse me? No. I have nothing to worry about. Are you completely mental? I don’t need any worry or stress. The competition is clearly a test for, that’s all. And yes, I’m glad you mentioned me defeating Jesse Lewis. Because no one believed me, did they? No. Of course not. No one could accept that a young rookie could actually defeat the great and oh-so almighty, Spirit Z. But where he is now? Gone? Exiled into embarrassment. What of it now? He’s a mere peasant now. And I am the leader of this crusade now. And I demand the respect that I’ve earned.

KENZIE VALERIE: Of course, some people are raving that you did not truly defeat Jesse Lewis, and that your accomplice was the reason why you truly won.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, really? And what people are saying this? The nobodies, the unbelievers? Of course, because they will say anything and everything possible to deny the truth, because they don’t want to believe that a rookie defeated a legend. And I don’t need a damn interviewer telling me what people are saying. I don’t care what people are saying. I won the match, and I defeated him with MY bare hands and I proved that I’m a class A warrior.

KENZIE VALERIE: So, being a Class A Warrior, you truly do believe you don’t need any help from the new trainers?

ZAKK LEWIS: Hahahaa…. Trainers!? You call them trainers? I call them Insurance Policies. You think we actually need trainers? What will they do? Give us pointers? Critique us? Give us old wisdom with dust coming out of their mouth? I don’t need any trainer telling me how to wrestle or strategize in the ring. I am completely aware on how to wrestle. Haven’t I already said this before? Taryn Robinson is just the trainer that needed a job after blowing and fucking the two owners. Angela Fortin is only here, because she can’t find a real job due to her mentally retarded brain focusing on what Batman and Superman are going to do next, and then you have Jakob Alexander. Michelle Alexander’s older fruitball of a brother. Exactly what we need. Another ex-manwhore to enter. What’s his expertise? THW? HA! That’s not much experience. He would of done better as a cook for the president. I’m sure he’s used to grease, you get what I’m saying? Hahahaha..

Zakk continues to laugh, until Kenzie looks behind him, and Jakob Alexander appears behind Zakk. The crowd screams, you hear more women screaming, when they see Jakob. Zakk turns around, and takes a step back.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, speaking of the squire boy’s older chap. What’s going on, old man? Trying to find a jar to place all the dust that’s falling off your body?

Jakob chuckles and shakes his head, stepping right up to Zakk.

JAKOB ALEXANDER: You’re still stuck on that? I’m out of the ring because of my child, Zakk, not because I’m incapable. I know, I’m a trainer and I’ve got no business picking a fight with a wrestler...but this is something else. Jesse Lewis grown to be one of my closest friends over the years...and you can within a hair of ending his life. Granted, it was as much his fault as it was yours but I feel obligated to, how do you say, “avenge” him. Run your mouth about Kenneth, Angela, and Taryn but you do not run your mouth about me. See, this trainer job? It’s just something to keep me busy until I get things figured out at home with my child and wife. I’m still a very capable wrestler and if you keep on with your shit, you’ll find out for yourself. You didn’t beat Jesse Lewis on your own, you had help and you fucking know it. That little fuck Tony Capone ran out twice and helped so you can stop with this little charade about you beating a “legend”. You beat a man that was a shell of his former self.

Jakob grabs Zakk by the neck of his shirt and damn near lifts him up, pinning him against the wall.

JAKOB ALEXANDER: Don’t push it, Zakk, or you’ll get a war you won’t believe.

He releases Zakk, who drops to his feet before walking out of view. Zakk then brushes off, and clinches a fist.

ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, you think this is the end, do you Jakob?! I know you can still hear me, you fake model baffoon. You’re wasting your damn time on avenging!!..... What the fuck are you looking at?

Then you see Drew Thornton appear on screen and the crowd cheers.

DREW THORNTON: You didn’t win cleanly, Zakk. But I’ll give you this. You did technically won, so congratulations on that. But you didn’t win cleanly, and tonight you won’t win at all. This All or Nothing Series competition is mine, and I’m ready…

ZAKK LEWIS: Yes, yes. Ready to prove yourself and all that other treehugging blabble. You couldn’t even defeat Brian Gun at Destiny, what makes a low-class fighter like yourself think when he fights me? You’re not worth my time. Begone.

Then Zakk starts to walk away, but Drew puts a hand on his chest.

DREW THORNTON: Don’t underestimate me. And don’t ever insult the trainers ever again. You’d be wise to listen to them.

ZAKK LEWIS: And you’d be wise to never lay another fucking hand on me.

Zakk then pushes Drew’s hand away, and walks off set. Drew Thornton watches him go, and the scene fades.

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The scene opens backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Dino Gatti and his sister Alessandra are talking on their way to the curtains; seemingly going over strategy for their upcoming match. Dino stops at the drink fountain to get some water before heading out towards the ring.

???: Hehehehehehehe

The familiarity of the laugh causes fans viewing on the Knoxotron to erupt in boos. The camera cuts to Alessandra, showing an unknown hand cover her mouth. She tries to scream but her voice is muffled. It's revealed to be Brick McCleary who puts Alessandra in a chokehold before flinging her down the hallway into a table full of equipment. Dino turns around, assesses the situation and starts going after Brick, managing to get a few shots in before the rest of Anglo Saxon Heritage appears to take control.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: GET EM BOYS! WAHHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bo and Baron start to pummel Dino from behind causing him to hit the ground. eliver a signature boot party to Dino as Billy Joe drags Alessandra back to the seen, holing The three brothers aren't in any wrestling gear, showing no intention to have a sanctioned match against the Gatti's. A.S.H. starts to deliver a signature boot party to Dino as Billy Joe drags Alessandra back to the scene, holding her arms and making her watch the brutality. The leader takes a deep whiff of her hair, even attempting to cop a quick feel.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: You justa too purdy to get the same ass whoopin as your brother aintcha sweet thang?

BRICK MCCLEARY: SHOOT THROW THAT BITCH ON IN HERE ATOP OF EM BILLY JOE!

Alessandra shakes her head rapidly as Billy leans in for a kiss. She manages to back kick him in the cajones, causing Billy Joe to aggressively grab her hair and pull her down to the ground next to Dino. The boot party ensues with Alessandra included as Billy grabs his balls in slight pain. He heads towards his cooler.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Getchall one.

Each brother grabs a can of Budweiser and they simultaneously crack it open and drink. Brick takes a little longer to finish his enticing Bo to slap him upside the head so he'll hurry up. The McClearys each hogspit on the Gatti's before crushing their cans and dumping them on top of the downed pair. Satisfied with their attack, the group begins to walk off.

BO MCCLEARY:BO MCCLEARY: *burps and grunts*

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: C'mon here yall lets go see Cindy!

The mention of GM Cindy Parker cause all the brothers faces to light up in joy as they look around for direction towards her office.

ALEXA CORRA: So much for that tag team match...

The scene fades to black.

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Various types of food is being thrown on the floor as the camera begins to pan up showing the familiar back of a terrorizer of the catering table: Aries Armadaist. The sound of chewing and chomping of food is prevalent as he puts hand fulls of what he wants, and stuffs it into his mouth. As the camera pans out further, you can hear faint footsteps begin to approach him, and soon they stop as a hand as a feminine hand is seen tapping the brute on his shoulder. When he turns around, his cheeks swollen up like a chipmunks, Onyx is shown standing in front of him with a smile on her face as the crowd begins to cheer at her presence. With an eyebrow arched, the Canadian slowly turns toward Onyx as she beckons him, slowly turning toward her fully as his jaws somehow continue to managed to mash together to chew the contents of his gullet.

ARIES: Wahha oo ont?

Taking a nonchalant step forward, Onyx shrugged her shoulders as she looked at the contents of the catering table before looking up at Aries, with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

ONYX PAYNE: I saw you over here engorging yourself and I thought I would come over and see how you were doing. Just… Showing you the same generosity you shown me after you asked if I was alright after our match. I also wanted to give you something, Aries.

Aries’ brow simply knotted as she shrugged, obviously already becoming annoyed with the girl’s presence.

ARIES: Wahh ah heahh couh oo wah ah ib meh?

With that, Onyx came across with her left hand plowing her fist into the side of Aries’ face and sending his head flying in the opposite direction as the food that he had stuffed in his mouth began to spew out on contact. Grabbing his shirt, it was obvious she wanted to do more, like slam his head against the table but, out of no where Tanner comes running in, wrapping his arms around Onyx, swinging her away from his Canadian companion.

Aries is fuming at this point. His face red as you can see his chest begin to rise as it fills with hot air. Onyx stares at him, her brows narrowing as she runs a hand through her raven hair and backs away from the duo with a smirk across her face. Feeling as though some justice was served for what Aries had said.

TANNER SANDS: The fuck is wrong with you?!

Tanner turns back to Aries, running his own hand through his own light brown hair.

TANNER SANDS: YOU AIGHT?

Aries didn’t respond right away, his hand simply planted on the side of his face where Onyx’s fist had landed, his eyelids looking as if they had practically been peeled off from how wide and round his eyes were, staring off in the direction Onyx had left. Slowly his hand started to move to rub the impact point, his gaped mouth slowly curling in some twisted grin.

ARIES: Oh, no, Tanner, I’m… Great. This is fan-goddamn-tastic.

His eyes finally move away, now rolling toward Tanner.

ARIES: You don’t even KNOW!

Tanner shakes his head as he looks back over at the direction of where Onyx headed and nodded his head, a idea seemingly coming to mind for him. Grinning, he turns around.

TANNER SANDS: YA KNOW WHAT? I’M STILL PISSED I WAS FORCED TO EAT A FUCKING ZINGER, SO I NEED TO TAKE THAT PISSED OFFNESS ON SOMEONE. HOW ABOUT I TAKE CARE OF ONYX HERE TONIGHT...AND DROP HER ON HER FUCKING HEAD?

You could hear the mix reaction from the crowd as Tanner doesn’t even wait for Aries to respond.

TANNER SANDS: Yeah...that sounds like a good idea....

Aries’ eyes switch back to the direction they were aimed at before simply nodding, patting his hand against the side of his face before simply letting it fall back to his side.

ARIES: Yeah… Yeah, you do that, and I’ll see you later. Or sooner. Whichever comes first.

Tanner nods his head before heading off, looking more serious than usual as the scene slowly fades to commercial.
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SADIE SANDERSON McLEAN: Introducing first… From Hollywood, California... He is the HKW's resident work of art... PRINCE MACREARRRR!

As soon as the beat of “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake hits, smoke smoothly pours up from the entrance ramp, masking the actual entrance impossible to see. Prince MacRear emerges from the smoke mid-sequence, a smug grin on his demeanor and jerking his hips . With a huge grin on his face, he struts down the aisle.

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way


With a look on his face that can only mean he’s clearly enthused with himself, he does a twirl before continuing down the ramp. MacRear takes turns shouting at the sky, yelling at fans, and twerking his backside at every chance.

I’m bringing sexy back
Them other fuckers don’t know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
'Cause you're burning up I gotta get it fast


As he reaches the ring, MacRear sprawls across the apron and poses, almost model like, soaking the attention from the crowd. MacRear moves towards the middle ring and, in a swift, exaggerated manner, takes off his robe.

At that instance, sparking gold pyro both rains down from the ceiling and sparks up from the ring. MacRear walks to near corner and lays across the top rope, waiting for the match to begin.

SADIE SANDERSON McLEAN: And his opponent… Now coming to the ring from Queens, New York. Standing at 6'1" weighing 218 pounds. He is Wreckless...Malicious...Jason Mentez!!!
The lights dim...

“CLASSIC….CLASSIC….”

“HARDEST….HARDEST…”`


The PA system rings in with the intro of “The Hardest” by Az ft Styles P. The laid back East Coast feel bumps through the HKW faithful causing a mix of nodding heads and cheers. If they didn’t know who it is the answer is given as the long haired Wreckless One himself Jason Mentez creeps through the backstage curtain to the forefront with a spotlight dead on him. A positive smirk hits his face as he feels the love. He stands at the ramp throwing up his deuces before pounding his chest in respect as Styles P voice laces the track.

“Yeah it's the hardest out
I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route..”


The spotlight follows as Jason walks down the ramp casually beaming confidence and swagger slapping a few fans hands along the way. Jason takes the stairs into the ring taking it easy on his newly braced right knee before climbing into the ring.

“I'm T-H-E-H-A-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP
Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin
Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin.”


He stands in the middle of the ring giving his trademark half smile before smashing a hard fist against his open palm preparing to do what must be done letting the bass flow through him. The lights come back on with him shadowboxing in preparation.

BRIAN MASON: Oh yeah folks… he’s baaack! Mentez is a former HKW Champion, and he looks ready to make an impact once again.

ALEXA CORRA: Come on Brian… dude was champion for only 5 minutes longer than I ever was here. Big deal…

RANDY THE PILOT: Hold up, stop the presses… all I wanna know is… will MacRear come over here and take a selfie with me after the match? I LOVE that social media exposure, baby!

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DING DING DING


With that the bell rings and we are under way, MacRear is posing and ogling some of the lovely ladies in the front row… and Mentez just points at him like ‘really?’ He gauges the crowd reaction to blindside him, but just waves it off waiting in the corner and looking at his imaginary watch. Finally MacRear turns around and meets a knee lift to the gut from Jason. Mentez looking for a brainbuster now, but MacRear manages to escape out the back. Prince MacRear quickly catches Mentez off guard with a spin wheel kick that floors him. MacRear gyrates his hips for a moment and then nails a standing shooting star press for a pin!

ONE!

KICKOUT!!!!

MacRear takes him up and slams Mentez’s head into the turnbuckle, propping him in the corner. MacRear runs across the ring and comes flying back for… the Booty Bus! But Mentez moved out of the way! MacRear tiptoes across the ring holding his ass in pain. Mentez runs right at him and drills an elbow smash that takes him down… but MacRear pops back up and Mentez bounces off the ropes and drills a forearm shot to the dome. MacRear is wobble legged, and Mentez hits the ropes once more… leaps at MacRear, nails a Lou Thesz Press!!! He takes him down and just nails him with punch after punch after punch! The ref has to break this up before Mentez gets disqualified.

BRIAN MASON: Mentez is taking out some months of aggression on the Prince here.

RANDY THE PILOT: Not the face! NOT THE FACE!!!

ALEXA CORRA: … Can he hit yours instead? God…

MacRear is covered up in a fetal position as the ref moves Mentez back, who just panders to the crowd with his crooked half smile, and motioning at them, getting them fired up. MacRear gets up wiping his lip, a slight bit of blood there. Mentez comes back at him, MacRear with a wild swing of a punch, dodged by Mentez… dodged again! And now it’s Mentez’s turn, a hard right hand followed by a left, then he grabs MacRear by the back of the neck doubling him over and kneeing him hard in the face! And now Mentez hooks him up… drills the brainbuster this time!! MacRear is lying flat in the ring, leg twitching. Mentez looks at the crowd and climbs the turnbuckle, slapping his knee brace. He leaps and nails a textbook shooting star press!!

Rather than go for the pin, Jason leaps up and walks around the ring hands on hips, a serious look on his face, nodding and pointing at MacRear. MacRear somehow manages to stagger up to his feet, and Mentez runs at him… takes him down with the O.T.S. locking in the Fujiwara armbar submission. MacRear screams out and taps before he can be seriously injured!!!

DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON McLEAN: And here is your winner by submission…. JASON MENTEZ!!!!

BRIAN MASON: Impressive victory in his return! The O.T.S. is no joke!

ALEXA CORRA: …Unlike your commentary.

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh, did the Prince pass out? Photo op or nah? Damn.

Mentez stands on the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers his return not only to the HKW ring but to his home in New York as well. He punches his fist against his chest twice hype in his win before looking back and seeing the referee Leroy Jenkins attempting to assist Prince MacRear out of the ring and up the rampway. A dark shade comes over Mentez’s already dark brown eyes as he sees MacRear in his retreat. Mentez jumps down from the turnbuckle and quickly slides out of the ring rounding toward the ref and MacRear and like clockwork knocks the hell out of MacRear with a mean right hand. Leroy Jenkins tries to avert Mentez as MacRear hits the floor, Mentez merely flinches at him and he breaks out up the rampway toward the stage in fear.

Mentez looks down at MacRear and a snarl hits his face as he grabs him by the hair dragging him near the ringpost. Lining him up perfectly on his knees with him facing the ringpost Mentez steps all the way back toward the guardrail looking around at the New York crowd nodding in preparation.

BRIAN MASON: He’s not gonna…

ALEXA CORRA: Oh I hope he does…

RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe I will get that photo op.

Mentez sprints from the corner and with everything throws his right foot through the back of MacRear’s skull!! Blood and makeup smeared all over the ringpost. “HOLY SHIT...HOLY SHIT...HOLY SHIT!” The crowd has their word.

CORRA/MASON/RANDY: SHIT!!!...

ALEXA CORRA: God I hope he’s dead…

BRIAN MASON: If he’s not his nose certainly is!

RANDY THE PILOT: Gonna have that Michael Jackson for the rest of his life. Prince ‘No Nose’ MacRear!!

Mentez watches him collapse to the floor and he rolls his shoulders ticking a little bit in his face before walking over near the announcers table grabbing the mic from the area. He stands outside of the ring just in front of the table looking over the Hammerstein Ballroom.

JASON MENTEZ: Done playin…

The crowd cheers as Mentez exhales before rolling into the ring and standing in the middle of it.

JASON MENTEZ: Done...fucking...playin. Yea it’s MacRear who gives a fuck right? Nah, that’s what’s coming to every person standing on that other side no matter who it is. I sat and watched destruction get rewarded. Knee fucked up and fuckboys doing it getting pat on tha back. I’m jus goin wit the flow. If you ain’t bullshiting ya way through you damn near taking someone’s life or your own round dis bitch. Shit, fuck it den. I adapt better than anyone. Week after week...match after match. You see me it ain't just about the win. I’m proving a fucking point that you should NEVER want to see me again. I will outperform you like I know I can. Den, I’ma just lay you to waste like you belong in the Hudson River. NY...bitch!!

Mentez lets the crowd roar through the Ballroom at the hometown pop.

JASON MENTEZ: Chopz...my dude. Got word from the big homey Banks before I threw tha trash out.

Looks over at MacRear who has not moved at all.

JASON MENTEZ: You and me at Almost Famous...strap match! Bring yo BIP ass n get done up again. One by one yall all drop. I tried told em don’t fuck with me. Fucking wit tha Hardest….

Pauses a moment and quickly rolls out the ring to MacRear’s lifeless body. He picks up MacRear’s head by his hair making sure the camera gets a good look at his destroyed face. There was so much blood his nose isn’t even noticeable. MacRear once again is lights out.

ALEXA CORRA: There’s your photo op Randy.

RANDY THE PILOT: Classic...

Mentez smiles at the sight before looking into the camera himself with his expression turning dark again. He brings the mic to his lips. Speaking it quietly…almost to MacRear’s ear.

JASON MENTEZ: ...Hazardous…

Mentez slams MacRear’s head down to the floor furthering the damage. He stands up wipes the sweat and gel from MacRear’s hair off on his wrestling tights and walks toward the back yelling ‘QB!!’ a couple times on the way getting a rise out of the New York faithful.

Winner via submission: Jason Mentez (4:01)

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The scene fades backstage as Co-Owner Lyle Risky is seen turning the corner. As the fans see him on the screen they instantly boo. Lyle stops hearing the boos and chuckles while shaking his head. He then continues walking adjusting his cufflinks not paying the fans no mind. In the corner of the hallway Head of Security RED is seen chatting with one of his men. RED looks up seeing his childhood friend walking past him and begins calling out Risky’s name.

RED: BLAKE! YO BLAKE!

Lyle slowly looks over his shoulder seeing RED making his way towards him. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

LYLE RISKY: ...What?

RED wipes the sweat from his forehead as he steps toward Risky with his arms sprawled out to his sides.

RED: THE FUNK KINDA BULLSHIT WAS THAT AT DESTINY, BRUH?! THE FUNK WAS THAT GARBAGE BLAKE, HUH?! WHY YOU FUCKIN’ WIT THEM DIRTBAGS FOR, BRUH?! THAT AIN’T YOU!

Lyle slowly turns around rubbing his forehead while looking down at the ground. He shakes his head and looks up to Lonny.

LYLE RISKY: Bruh, are you seriously comin’ at me with this bullshit right now? I mean fa real I think both of us got other shit to be worryin’ about right bout now.

RED: WHEN YOU EXPECT ME TO COME TO YOU BOUT IT?! YOU AIN’T ANSWER YO PHONE. YOU AIN’T EVER AT ANY OF YOUR CRIBS. SHIT, BRUH. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUNK YOU LIVIN’ RIGHT NOW.

Clearly upset, RED runs his hand down his face, calming himself down as he stares at the co-owner of HKW.

RED: BRUH, I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU AIN’T TOLD ME. SHIT, I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ASSOCIATE WITH THEM FOO’S FOR. MATTER FACT, I DON’T UNDERSTAND MUCH OF ANYTHIN’ GOING ON IN THIS PLACE ANYMORE. DAMN NEAR EVERYONE HERE SHOWIN’ ME SIDES OF EM I AIN’T EVER SEEN, AND THAT INCLUDES YO ASS.

RED turns his Houston Astros snapback backwards and leans back against the hallway wall.

RED: I JUST REALLY HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUNK YOU DOIN’ WIT THIS SHIT, BRUH. I MEAN, SHIT. YOU DAMN NEAR LET B TAKE THE FALL FOR RIP WAY BACK WHEN. I JUST… DON’T FUCKIN UNDERSTAND IT, BRUH. THIS SHIT AIN’T YOU!!!

Lyle begins to laugh when Brandon was mentioned.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah, that was pretty good wasn’t it bruh? These lil fuck boys comin’ and thinkin’ he was the one behind all that shit. I mean shit...Took the spotlight off me right? I mean fuck it...B the one behind everything in this bitch huh? I ain’t got a hand in shit goin’ on in this mutha fucka even with the title “Co-Owner” next to my name. Yeah...Yeah that shit really worked out for the best didn’t it bruh?

Lyle rubs his chin laughing a little. He looks at RED looking as serious as he has ever been and Risky wipes away his smile.

LYLE RISKY: I know just what in the fuck I’m doin’ Lonny. You ain’t gotta worry about that shit. And don’t expect me to run to you tellin’ yo ass every goddamn thing about what’s goin’ on between me and RIP. Just know I’m doin’ what the fuck is needed. That’s all you need to mutha fuckin know. What the fuck you mad about huh? I got you this mutha fuckin’ job. The fuck you stressin’ me for bruh?

RED simply shakes his head at Lyle’s arrogance and shines off a sarcastic smirk.

RED: YEAH, I WAS RIGHT. THIS AIN’T YOU AT ALL. HIT ME UP WHEN YOU GOT YOURSELF FIGURED OUT CAUSE I AIN’T FINNA LISTEN TO THIS SHIT. I GOTTA GO DO MY JOB.

With that, RED throws up the dueces and exits the picture. Lyle watches RED walk away and shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: He’ll wise up sooner or later.

Lyle straightens up his suit and walks away as the scene fades away.

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We open backstage where we see Cindy Parker packing up the things of her former Co-GM, Zero McHannon. Once she finished placing the last item in the box, she reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out her iPhone. As she was dialing Zero’s number, a ruckus could be heard coming from outside of the office which grasps Cindy’s attention, causing her to slide her phone onto the desk and head toward her office door. Just as she reached for the knob, the door swung open, surprising Cindy to reveal Zakk Lewis.

CINDY PARKER:: Holy crap. You nearly knocked the stinkin’ door of the hinges!

Cindy shakes her head and heads back toward the table to pick up her phone.

CINDY PARKER:: What’s shakin’, Zakk? Need something?

Zakk walks in with a real smirk on his face. He then walks over to a table nearby, and grabs a gatorade that is for some reason nearby.

ZAKK LEWIS:: I trust this isn’t yours. Well it’s mine now, Ms. Parker.

He then opens up the gatorade and begins to drink it.

ZAKK LEWIS:: Need something? My dear, of course I always need something. Is that not what we Lewis’s always demand for? Something. But you make it in your tone that I’m not exactly serious.

Zakk then walks over to an empty seat, and sits on it as if he were a King.

ZAKK LEWIS:: Do you not realize something, Ms. Parker. I don’t just need something. I’ve earned it. I defeated Jesse Lewis. The person who trained your beloved champion and face of this company. The person who’s defeated other legends. The person who your beloved ex-lover, father of your child, and the first in command of this company is very much acquainted with that most people aren’t. And I, Zachary Andrew Lewis, defeated this scum with MY bare hands. And you insult me by asking if I …. Need something?

Cindy continues to text away on her phone, lifting her head up to see Zakk with her Gatorade and in her chair. She squints her eyes and ponders for a moment before shaking her head and facepalming.

CINDY PARKER:: Well, I could already see how this is gonna go.

Cindy slides her phone back into her pocket, never taking her eyes off Zakk after seeing him in her seat.

CINDY PARKER:: Cute little spiel aside, I didn’t really get anything out of that, mister. I mean, okay. You won the match at Destiny, and now?

She pauses, shrugging her shoulders as she heads toward the mini fridge in her office, pulling out another bottle of Gatorade.

CINDY PARKER:: Now what? What’s next? Winning the All or Nothing Series? Or is that not enough for you?

She twirls open the cap to her Gatorade and takes a swig.

CINDY PARKER:: Soooo soo much better when they’re colder. You could’ve just got a full one from the mini fridge, ya know?

Zakk then makes a sneer gesture. Zakk’s ego since defeating his brother became massive. A lot of people complain that Zakk didn’t truly defeat Jesse, but some claim it wasn’t his fault. However, aside from that, this ego caused Zakk to clinch his fist, getting internally angry at the fact Cindy did not give him the respect he intended. But then he cooled.

ZAKK LEWIS:: Aye. Winning the All or Nothing Series will prove myself. It gets me higher in the company and gives my enemies a purpose to actually hate me. Wouldn’t you say the same for that new tag team champion. What’s his name? Michelle Alexander?

He then looks at her new Gatorade, and cringes at her last statement.

ZAKK LEWIS:: Do you not realize I’m your future, Cindy? Ms. Parker. Whatever the hell you like to be called. I defeated Jesse Lewis, and all I get is a gesture to grab a cold beverage from your mini-fridge.

He then stands up.

ZAKK LEWIS:: No, Ms. Parker. Winning the All or Nothing Series is NOT enough. For too long people have sought me out to be this trash, and I proven them wrong. I demand RESPECT from everyone, and including you. Yes, you. And here you are, disrespecting me. You won’t be disrespecting me after I win this series.

Cindy gives Zakk a look that could only be described as “What?”

CINDY PARKER:: I’m disrespecting you? Because I walked into your locker room, stole your Gatorade and your seat, but I’m disrespecting you? Jeeze louise, Zakk. God forbid if I actually DID disrespect you.

She looks over at her mini fridge and shrugs.

CINDY PARKER:: I’d probably be all out Gatorade then, huh? But okay, Zakk. You want people to respect you? Fine. All you has to do is win the All or Nothing Series. Heck, some even do respect you already, but for you to come in here and act like you beat Jesse without help? That’s kind of asinine. You know full-well you did not win that match alone, and that’s exactly why I said you WON the match. I didn’t say that you BEAT Jesse now did I?

She pauses for a few seconds, speaking back up as Zakk looked like he was ready to reply.

CINDY PARKER:: No sirry bob, I did not. Now, not gonna lie you, sir. You do still have some doubters, but that’s common. There’s always going to be people who doubt you, and you? You just can’t let that get to your head… seems that might a little too late though, huh?

Zakk then grits his teeth, clinches his fists, about ready to explode.

ZAKK LEWIS:: H..How fu...How dare you to … I DEFEATED JESSE LEWIS WITH NO HELP. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, BUT I DEFEATED JESSE LEWIS AND THERE WAS NO ASSISTANCE. JUST BECAUSE AN IMBECILE KID CAME INTO THAT RING, DOESN’T MEAN HE WAS OF ANY ASSISTANCE. NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME.

He then points at her.

ZAKK LEWIS:: I’m tired of these fucking games!! Nothing has gone to my head, and how fucking dare you even speak about that. You think you’re some jokster, but I’m not fucking laughing. I demand respect, and a lot more generosity from you. You sit there and text and write about how cute Lilo and Stitch are, but you are blind to see who is the FUTURE OF HKW. Fine, if I have to fucking prove myself again. I will. And here.

He then slams the gatorade bottle on her desk.

ZAKK LEWIS:: Have your fucking Gatorade back.

He then turns around and storms out of the office leaving Cindy with her eyes eyebrows raised, wondering what the hell just happened.

CINDY PARKER:: Holy moly. I never denied his talent? I just…

She sighs and shakes her head.

CINDY PARKER:: … Bleh. Whatevs.

Cindy heads toward her office door, shutting it before she turns the lock on the knob making sure it’s locked as the scene transitions to ringside.

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SANDIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: This match is scheduled for one fall...

As the strumming guitar of CFO$’s “Rebel Son” fill the arena, the lights begin to strobe around the entrance in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spot lights begin to move around the anticipating crowd. A black silhouette of a woman steps out, just pieces of her could be visible when a white light in close vicinity turned on, illuminating pieces of her body.

She begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place before the tempo picks up. The lights activating in response, brightening the arena causing the fans voice a sense of awe at the sudden change of atmosphere as Onyx steps out into the light, standing at top of the ramp way.

SANDIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, From New York by the way of Ohio... ONYX!

Looking around her surroundings, taking it all in, a sort of smirk appears on her face as the crowd burst into cheers before she slowly begins to descend down the ramp while fans begin to reach out to her, their fingertips barely grazing over her shoulder. Onyx ignores them and keeps her eyes on the ring and who is occupying it.

Making her way up the steel steps, she rests her hand on the top rope, using it as a guide when walking halfway across the ring apron’s edge before wiping her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope.

Once inside she straightens herself up and walks across the ring, climbing up the second turnbuckle in the opposite corner. As looks around at the crowd, a grin appears on her face before she looks over her shoulder and jumps down while the arena brightens and ‘Rebel Son’ begins to fade into the background.

BRIAN MASON: This match was made by our general manager Cindy Parker due to the altercation that took place earlier this evening. Lets take you back to what happened.

The Knoxtron begins to roll footage of what occurred between Onyx, Aries, and Tanner just moments ago. The screen begins to split with one side showing footage where Onyx punched Aries and on the other shows Onyx in the ring with a smile on her face as she watches the footage, simply shrugging in response.

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

SANDIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: : And her opponent, from the great state of Ohio, weighing in at 223 pounds, TANNER SANDS!

BRIAN MASON: I am sure Onyx felt GREAT after that right hook. Not only was she paying Aries back for what he did to her in the Gauntlet match but, she also got him for the dig he made at her at Joey Perello’s expense from what happened to him at Destiny.

ALEXA CORRA: I think that was a left cross, Brian. Well... I don’t know. I can’t tell the difference but I don’t blame her. I would have literally slapped the taste out of Aries’ mouth to. I just wish Tanner didn’t get involved.

RANDY THE PILOT: … All that food… Gone to waste… Today is a sad day.

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DING DING DING


As the bell sounds, Tanner stands in the corner, leaning against the ropes, as Onyx stares at him for a moment before she starts to walk toward him but he stops her, raising his hand up with his index finger raised high. This confuses Onyx as she looks at the referee who shrugs his shoulders at her. When she looks back at Tanner, he looks down at his trunks, and reaches his hand down them making Onyx face distort with disgust as Tanner pulls out an unwrapped Twinkie and begins to eat it causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

Rolling her eyes, Onyx shakes her head not pleased. As she looks over at the referee Tanner quickly goes up to her and as she turns her head, he greets her with a fine mist of chewed yellow cake and white cream filling.

ALEXA CORRA: THATS FUCKING DISGUSTING!

RANDY THE PILOT: WHY IS EVERYONE WASTING FOOD TONIGHT?!

As Onyx stumbles backwards, Tanner hits her with a running shoulder block, knocking her down to the mat as she tries to remove the regurgitated twinky from her eyes. With a smile, Sands picks her head off from the mat by her hair. Tanner begins to jaw jack, giving Onyx a piece of his mind before throwing her back down on the mat. The referee gives him a warning, but all Tanner does is wave him off. Now, picking Onyx up by her hair once again, this time Irish Whipping her into a corner, and quickly following it up with a running side knee to her abdomen. Flashing a cocky smile, as he looks at Onyx in pain, he begins to retreat, sizing her up before taking another run at it. This time however, Onyx manages to evade the charging Sands brother, leaving nothing but the turnbuckle for Tanner’s knee to ram into.

As Tanner turns around, favoring his knee slightly, Onyx suddenly grips Tanner’s wrist, twisting it into a wrist lock as she pulls him towards her, and delivers a devastating clothesline, sending him crashing to the mat. Onyx then goes over to the ropes to try and recover from the knee blow she received just moments ago.

BRIAN MASON: Tanner must have put everything he had in that side knee.

RANDY THE PILOT: Probably hit her right in the bladder. Now Onyx feels the need to go pee pee.

Alexa and Brian look over at Randy as he puts a handful of chips in his mouth and shrugs as he points to the ring where Onyx is.

RANDY THE PILOT: Wheya ee ee'd uhr fhats en hu fu-hu-ee-hee uh uhr addher hight?

Randy hovers his hand over his abdomen as he asks. “No? No?” before the camera goes back to the action.

Tanner begins to stand up, as he looks over at Onyx, his glare burning a hole right through her as she starts to turn to face him. Letting out what could only be described as a war cry, he charges at her full speed, looking as though he is about to deliver a spear. Onyx, however, staying on her toes, quickly dives down, pulling the second rope down with her, sending Tanner flying to the outside of the ring.

Rolling out of the ring, Onyx looks down at Tanner with a slight smirk across her face as she begins to lift him up off the floor. As the referee begins to count them out, the fans erupt in a hail of boos as Aries is seen running down the ramp as Onyx rolls Tanner into the ring. When the referee checks on him, Tanner notices Aries, and grabs the referee’s collar to keep him occupied, as Aries grabs a hold of Onyx’s ankle as she is about to slide in.

BRIAN MASON: What the hell is Aries doing out here?! He’s got no business in this match!

ALEXA CORRA: Obviously, he’s going to help his partner take care of business!

Aries begins to try and get Onyx back to the outside, but she holds onto the bottom rope for leverage, and before long she takes her free foot and implants it right in Arie’s face, forcing him to release his grip and fall backwards onto his bum. Finally getting back into the ring, she turns her attention back to Aries, now verbally assaulting him from inside the ring

As she is distracted, Tanner pushes the referee to the side and goes up behind Onyx and tries to go for the roll up making Onyx stumble as she turns around and steps over Tanner with one foot while catching her balance as she holds on to the top rope before just sitting on him, grabbing his legs as he tries to frail his way out of the pin reversal.

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Three….

DING DING DING!

Onyx raises her hands up in the air, but her small celebration is short lived when out of her peripheral vision she see’s Aries barreling towards her. Dropping to the mat she rolls out of the ring as the referee makes his way out of the ring as well to raise her hand as Rebel Son begins to fill the arena.

SANDIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner… ONYX!

Meanwhile, Aries could be seen standing in the center of the ring with his would be partner, teeth gnashing as fists clenched, simply watching as Onyx made her way up the ramp. Tanner proceeded to do the worst possible thing he could in this moment, tapping Aries on the shoulder as the cameras could see him mouth the words “Are you mad?” to his partner. Aries immediately exploding into a shouting fit.

“MAD?! WHO’S MAD?! WHY WOULD I BE MAD?! I’M AS CALM AS I’VE EVER BEEN!”

He began to stomp as he yelled, his loud voice easily being picked up by the camera’s microphones. He quickly made an exit from the ring, immediately grabbing the first thing he could get his hands on--in this case the announce table cover and throwing it wildly.

“LOOK HOW CALM I AM! I’M SUPER CALM! I’M THE MOST CALM!”

Aries’ rampage continued, Tanner taking refuge inside the ring as Aries began to reach under the ring, now pulling out chairs and now throwing them around ringside recklessly, even beginning to launch them into the crowd as well.

“I’M A BIG BALL OF SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!”

With one last foreign object launched toward the crowd, Aries followed his own projectiles, hopping over the barricade as making his exit through the sea of people, screaming and ranting the entire way.

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The scene opens up with a bar somewhere beside the wrestling arena. Inside are a bunch of loud drunks, confused tourists, and then those rare normal people. Inside we see Zakk Lewis at a table by himself. No one dares to sit next to him. He looks at the people over at the bar table as they divert their eyes quickly to something else. He then looks at the people outside who quickly hasten as they see Zakk’s attention turned to them. Zakk then shifts his eyes at the table. He looks at a carving in the table. It was a love poem. Reading it, he actually rose his eyebrows as the poem was more than he thought. Then out of nowhere, you hear the door open very open, but Zakk doesn’t change his attention, but other people in the bar do.

DRUNK GUY: I-I-It’s him!!

Drunk then jumps over the bar and tackles the bartender on accident, and you hear bottles and glasses being broke in the process. Someone walks heavily towards Zakk. Zakk still doesn’t change his attention, but speaks.

ZAKK LEWIS: Greetings, Mr. President.

A hand pats Zakk on the shoulder and chuckles. The gentleman takes a seat next Zakk and looks over the bar.

LANCE WINTERS: Son of a bitch...JOE I SAID WAIT OUTSIDE! Old fucking bastard. Hello there Zakk.

Lance is now seen as the camera pans over showing Lance Winters with a smirk on his face. Zakk then looks up at Lance, and smiles evily. But then goes to a zero expression.

ZAKK LEWIS: When I see people now, they fear me. And they should. I’m a fucking martyr, and if they don’t want to believe that. I’ll just have to show them. But no longer will anyone think Zakk Lewis is the chew toy of HKW.

He then looks at Lance.

ZAKK LEWIS: I apologize I have been ghost at all the meetings, rallies, and whatever else this group has to attend. I apologize for at first being the weakest one at first and giving us a bad name. And I apologize that it took this long for me to finally get where I’m at. But this is just the beginning. And I won’t stop now.

Lance smiles as he signals the bartender for a beer. He nods listening to Zakk speak.

LANCE WINTERS: That’s quite alright my boy! I’ve seen you handling yourself A LOT better than before. And I’m sooooooo proud to see that in you. That was one of the reasons me and Joey wanted you Zakk. WE KNEW! WE FUCKING KNEW you had that animal inside of you. It was just itching to come out sooner than later.

Lance is handed a bottle of beer already opened for him. He takes a swig of it and looks over to Zakk.

ZAKK LEWIS: Listen….. I have to inquiry you of a request.

Lance raises an eyebrow. Zakk then looks over at him.

ZAKK LEWIS: I’m requesting to resign my position with RIP.

Lance sighs taking another swig from his beer. He shakes his head.

LANCE WINTERS: And can I ask why? Is it because Luke earned his rightful spot into the club?

ZAKK LEWIS: No, sir. I have to go and be complete on my own. RIP is and will always be in my heart, and you were more a father to me than anyone was. And Joey was obviously more of a brother to me than anyone was. I will crush any opponent that dares to come through me. And I will become this dreadful’s company champion soon enough, but first I’ll let Felicity have her little fun. I have this All or Nothing Series to worry about.

Zakk nodded. He wasn’t sure how Lance was going to react, and Lance and Joey were really the only members and honestly people in general that he cared and respected for. Lance slowly stands up from the barstool straightening up his cut. He tilts his head up while looking down on Zakk.

LANCE WINTERS: STAND UP!

Lance cracks his knuckles as people in the bar are startled by the shout. Zakk then looks up at Lance. He slowly rises up, but now keeping a death stare expression on his face, not exactly sure what he was about to do. But given what Lance has done in the past, he figured what he was going to do next, and Zakk was ready. Lance looks onto Zakk for a moment before opening his arms.

LANCE WINTERS: Come here son.

He waves Zakk over. Zakk raises an eyebrow. But then walks slowly over to him.Lance wraps his arms around Zakk hugging him. He kisses his prospect on the forehead and even begins to shed a single tear while hugging him.

LANCE WINTERS: I am proud of you my boy. Glad to have been the hand to assist you in becoming the man you are today! RIP will forever run through your veins. You will be missed Zakk. I’m sure Joey will feel just the same as I am right now..

Zakk smiles, and then steps back taking off his RIP cut. He hands it to Lance.

ZAKK LEWIS: Watch me become the person to overule this company one day. And when I do. You all will be thanked. Thank you, sir.

He then puts a hand on Lance’s shoulder, and then walks off.Lance smiles as he watches Zakk walk out. He picks up the bottle of beer and holds it up in the air.

LANCE WINTERS: The Weap Shall Reap.

He takes a chugs the beer and throws it behind him resulting in it smashing on Joe’s head behind the bar. The scene fades away.

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Backstage in the Hammerstein Ballroom, Joey Miles is seen pouring himself a cup of coffee. He takes a sip and immediately throws the cup at the wall, causing coffee to go everywhere.

JOEY MILES: FUCK ME IN THE URETHRA, THAT WAS HOT!

Joey looks at the mess he made.

JOEY MILES: Someone will clean that up.

What Joey didn't see was that coffee splashing all over a pair of steel toe boots. Those boots happened to be occupied by none other than Baron McCleary of Anglo Saxon Heritage. The bruiser of HKW's most controversial group stood dumbfounded, looking back at his brothers hoping they'll tell him what happened. A.S.H leader Billy Joe points and the camera goes back to Joey Miles.

BARON MCCLEARY: Hehehehe.

At the sound of the slow and deep laughter, Billy takes the lead, walking over towards Miles. Bo trails the group with the rebel flag in his hand. Brick is seen guzzling down a beer, tossing the glass bottle to the wall and laughing as it shatters. Billy shakes his head at Brick before looking Joey up and down.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: See that? Someone can hurt themself from that boy....you should be a little more careful son.

Baron continues to laugh as he looks down at his shoes.

BARON MCCLEARY: Got c-c-cofffffffffffffee on my g-g-g-gad-d-d-damn boot.

BO MCCLEARY: *grunts*

Billy turns around and tries to calm his brothers down. Joey looks at the four men, confused.

JOEY MILES: I'm sorry about that. It was a little hot, kinda caught me off guard. Excuse me, but, who are you guys?

Bo McCleary moves to the front of the group and slowly gets face to face with Miles. He gets more crosseyed than normally as he starts breathing heavily.

BO MCCLEARY: *grunts*

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Now now Bo no need givin' youngster here an earful!

Billy pats Bo on the back and turns to Joey.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Thats ol' Bo. Can talk ya head off if ya let em. My name is ol' Billy Joe. This here my brothers. Lil' one is Brick. Big one is Baron. We ARE the epitome of what it TRULY means to be 'Merican. Good ol' Anglo Saxon boys. I tell ya what you lookin' the part! Aint he boys?

Baron starts laughing and Bo lets out a single "heh" but Brick wasn't too amused.

BRICK MCCLEARY: LOOK LIKE A DAMN HEBREEEWWSS TO ME BILLY JOE! YOU LIKE NIGRAS BOY!?

Bo slaps Brick upside the head causing laughter from Baron. Joey looks on, still confused.

JOEY MILES: I don't, uhh...I don't get what...Ooooooooh! You're racists! That's it! I knew there was something up with you. You don't like blacks, huh? What about Mexicans? Or, or, or Asians? Do you guys like Arabs? Of course not, nobody likes Arabs.

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JOEY MILES: I take it you guys just like beer, boobs and good ol' white people, right? I'm a fan of those three things, myself. Especially boobs. That's why I am the master of the Boobplex. But, see, I'm not racist. I have some black friends. Even some Spanish friends. Hell, yesterday I fucked a nice Asian lady.

Billy Joe laughs. He motions to Bo who starts waving the rebel flag from side to side as a black stagehand, Daquan, awkwardly try to squeeze by undetected. Daquan is seen darting down the hallway because he don't want no problems.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Look boy you can fuck whatever ya dingaling desires! Pussy is pussy unless it's one them jungle trannies like the one I seent on the twitta thing few days 'go.

Billy's face gets serious for a moment.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Miles is it? Yeah, it gon' do ya good to take a good look at us. With them messicans Santeria and Demoltion outta the way, we the new enforcers round these parts. We aint recruiting ya to the klan boy! Just want you to know one thing.

Billy Joe takes the flag out of Bo's hand and firmly plants it on the ground in between him and Joey.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: We ARE the law and order of Defiance. Hop aboard the ASH train or get stuck in a heap a moth balls at Ant Suzies!

Brick and Bo scowl at Joey Miles as they begin to walk away. Baron takes his boots off and wipes the front of them on Joey's Boobplex shirt. He gives a deep chuckle before walking off too. Joey looks down at his shirt, before looking away at the leaving members of A.S.H.

JOEY MILES: I finally get a fucking Boobplex shirt and some cunt wipes his boot on it. Fuck.

Joey walks off, whilst angrily muttering swear words to himself.

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This particular scene starts inside what seems to be a bizarre lab. It’s too dark to make much of it, but you can clearly see a woman leaning on a table. On top of that table was what looked like an open, bloody mannequin. She talks with a deep British accent

CARNIVAL: Igor. Oh, Igor… Those people are so cruel to you. They call you... “heartless”. They don’t seem to understand that you, in fact, don’t have a heart. But that’s alright… it is! You see, Igor, I’m going to give you a heart!

She jumps around to a desk full of jars.

CARNIVAL: Liver, liver, brain, another liver… why do I have so many of these? Hum… Oh, Igor, it seems I don’t have a heart to give you. But it’s okay, a lung will do. Sure, yeah, I know, I know. You won’t have blood pumping out your body, and you can’t bleed for that extra scary effect. BUT! But… you can smoke! I mean… it’s hard to have cancer in all three lungs. Unless you’re my uncle, he had cancer in all his four lungs.

It is at this point that she looks right at the camera for the first time, and she seems extremely surprised by the existence of such thing. She gets closer to the mannequin’s head.

CARNIVAL: Igor! Igor! What is this? What’s a cameraman doing in my secret lab? I mean, it’s secret for a reason, it’s not on google maps. At least not until the new version hits the market. What, Igor? HKW? Oh, right… right… Never heard of that. Oh! Oh! The wrestling thing. Yeah, yeah, you’re right, you have a great memory Igor. That’s what I like about you, you’re basically a brain! I’ll give you the other organs eventually, I promise, no need to keep complaining… Jeez…

CARNIVAL:And you? What am I supposed to do? Address the people in HKW? Fine. Hello people of HK Wrestling. W Is for wrestling, right? Ah, who cares? My name is Carnival and I am your next overlord. So… you can start worshiping and stuff. Bring signs to the ring if you’re a follower. I’m pretty merciful against followers, I’ll give them cake before I kill them. And no, the cake is not a lie, it’s actually a strawberry cake, really good. Family recipe.

CARNIVAL: And I bet you’re wondering how I’m planning to become your next overlord. The answer is simple. I’ve been researching the place and I’m aware there’s a thing called “Championship Titles” that for some weird reason its belts. Now, what I plan to do is to, in a very Pokemonish style, collect them all. Yes, I am aware that there’s something called “Tag Team Titles”, but I’ll just catch them both alone. I have two shoulders after all. Now, I know what you’re thinking. “But, Carnival, how can you carry all the titles by yourself?” I’ll just try to fit them all in my waist. If I can’t, since I’m a bit small, what I’ll do is that I’ll just grow another shoulder, in my back. And I can make that shoulder long enough to fit all the titles. So… yeah, that’s it. What are you still doing here? Leave! Bye bye!

The scene fades to black.
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The camera cut backstage, following Xavier Asher Daniels hobbling slightly down the hallway of the Hammerstein Ballroom as he looked to be making his way towards the office of The General Manager for Defiance, Cindy Parker. His eyes light up as he sees her door and goes to knock, but pauses as he hears muffled sounds coming from inside. Xavier slowly leans closer to the door as he heard the sounds of something shuffling inside, frowning as he knocks.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Cindy? Is everything alright in there?

The camera focuses in on Cindy who is shown holding a Cyncica mask, her eyes bursting wide open.

CINDY PARKER: Oh, um… Err… Hi Xavier! I was just…

She looks down at the mask in her hand.

CINDY PARKER: I was just going to give this to a fan that won some backstage passes. Yeah, that’s it! A fan who won backstage passes… This is for….

She nervously bites down on her lip and tosses the mask onto her desk.

CINDY PARKER: That Cyncica… She sure is popular with young ones out there.

She anxiously sits down in her seat, kicking a bag underneath her seat so it was out of view. Glancing back down at the mask, Cindy shifts her focus back to Xavier, acting as if nothing had just happened.

CINDY PARKER: So, uh… What’s shakin’, bacon?

Xavier stares at her for several long moments, trying to process what he just saw and wondered if he should be concerned, before shaking his head slightly and ignores that she never really told who the mask was for.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Ooooookay, then…

He took a second to re adjust the noticeably smaller knee brace he was wearing, before he hobbled inside and sat down in the chair in front of her desk, smiling brightly.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I just wanted to thank you for drafting me and everything. I was kinda shocked that I went as fast as I did… I was shocked I was even drafted!

His smile lessened slightly as he looked up at her.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I also came to ask if you were serious about that whole making me take two months off to recover thing…

Cindy laughs as she shakes her head.

CINDY PARKER: No, silly. Not if you’re good to go. I mean, it can’t get any worse at this point, can it? Well… It probably could, but still. Worstest comes to worstest I’ll give you a show here or a there off. Trust me, if I was serious about the two months off thing, you wouldn’t be competing tonight.

She glares down at the mask on her desk, grabs it, and slides it underneath her desk.

CINDY PARKER: You and Cyncica should make for a great team tonight though! I mean, she has her problems with both Felicity and Ina, and you? Well, we all know the story there.

At the mention of his own problems with Ina and Felicity, Xavier scowled darkly and leaned back in the chair.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Yeah… we all do. And the funny thing is? I probably would have let this go if she didn’t constantly try to justify it and TELL me to let it go. Like just because it wasn’t personal on her end means I’m not allowed to be a little pissed off that it happened. I mean, if she at least if she didn’t try to excuse it or anything like that, I would have gotten over it in time and-

He shook his head in disgust, before calming down and giving a sigh.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Sorry, I’ve been thinking about this all day. But I’m glad I’ve got someone like Cyncia as a partner in there tonight.

Cindy cracks a small smile, knowing Felicity all too well.

CINDY PARKER: Let me tell you something about that girl, Xavier. Nothing with that girl is personal in your case. Maybe it got to that point after everything that you two have been through, but she legitimately hates my guts. When Felicity gets something etched into her brain, it’s stuck in there until you prove her wrong.

She sighs, tapping her index finger off the desk.

CINDY PARKER: She just… Finds joy in other misfortunes just like Brandon did when he was her age making himself known in this business. I know, I was there for it. They get that mental advantage over you, because to them? It’s not personal and they know the mind games work. The way that you and I --

Pause…

CINDY PARKER: You and Cyncica beat them is simple… Don’t let the mind games work.

Xavier sighs, knowing that she was right and that he shouldn’t let himself get so wrapped up in what she’s done to him.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I know I shouldn’t… I REALLY know I shouldn’t let her get to me. But everytime I see her face, I just really want to kick it until it caves in or all her teeth fall out.

He paused, realizing he’s going a little too far.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Er… yeah. It’s that it’s so easy for her to get under my skin, and me not walking away from this unfinished business with her is doing the same for her. I want to do everything I can to make sure she knows I won’t go away, and she’s doing every underhanded thing imaginable to both keep the title and try to get rid of people like me or Cyncia. But tonight, she doesn’t have a way out. She can’t screw the system over, and for once, those games aren’t gonna work on me.

Xavier’s expression looks very determined as he continues speaking.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Tonight, Cyncia and I are putting both her and Ina down.

Cindy pulls out the mask from beneath her desk and glares at it for moment. She looks to be in deep thought as she finally looks back at Xavier, a small smile appearing on her face.

CINDY PARKER: I’m sure Cyncica will be happy to hear that. Now go on you! You have to go meet with the boss still, don’tcha?

XAD blinks, before remembering what it was that she was talking about.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: OH! Right, I almost forgot!

He quickly pulls himself up and moves towards the door, hurriedly giving her a wave goodbye as he pulls the door open.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Thanks again, Cindy!

He closes the door behind him, leaving behind Cindy to shake her head in amusement as the camera shifts.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is an All Or Nothing Series matchup scheduled for one fall!

'Beautiful Dangerous' by Slash w/Fergie begins to play, and the dark haired and dangerous beauty known as Talia Valen struts out, looking around the arena with a smirk. With a wave of her hand she disregards the audience, walking calmly to the ring. She pauses, looking into the camera licking her lips and crawls onto the apron, pacing like a wildcat back and forth.

Rebel of this party
I'm in love with all your danger, danger
We can live forever
I can be your naked angel, angel
Beautiful Dangerous


She then slithers into the ring, running her hands through her hair, done with the pageantry and ready for the fun to begin.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, from New York City.... she is rated TV-MA.... Televised Violence... Talia Valen!

BRIAN MASON: After defeating Joey Miles at Destiny, Talia Valen will certainly be looking to pick up some points here tonight as she fights in her first AONS match.

ALEXA CORRA: She’s about to break her opponent in half.

Trapt's Stand Up hits the speakers and blasts throughout the arena as "The Karate Kid" Christian Carpentier makes his way out to the stage, almost nonchalant. He looks around for a moment before slowly making his way down the ramp, giving a few fans a hand five on his way by. Sliding in the ring, he performs a few kicking maneuvers before settling into a corner to wait for the start of the match.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And her opponent, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, standing at six feet tall and weighing one hundred and ninety five pounds, He is "The Karate Kid" Christian Carpentier!

BRIAN MASON: Christian Carpentier is looking to climb out of last place with a win here tonight.

RANDY THE PILOT: The Karate Kid better start using that karate or his ass is going to be looking at a long climb out of last place.

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DING! DING! DING!


The two competitors slowly begin circling the ring, the New York audience just as slowly getting behind Christian Carpentier in this contest. Talia and Christian reach the center of the ring and lock up, but before Talia can try anything, Christian drives a knee up that catches her right in the gut, breaking up the lockup between the two. Christian then grabs Talia and goes to irish whip her into the corner, but she quickly reverses it and sends him into the corner. CC leans up against it and Talia comes charging in, but it caught with a boot to the face as CC gets his right foot up at the last second. Talia goes stumbling backwards, turning her back on Christian, but he quickly grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the corner before going to work on her with some body punches and kicks, the audience cheering him on.

Carpentier finalizes his attack in the corner by nailing one last right handed punch to the gut of Valen before pulling her out of the corner and nailing a suplex on her. Carpentier quickly gets to his feet and begins feeding off the cheers from the audience as he backs up into a corner and begins motioning for Valen to get to her feet. Valen shakes her head and holds her gut as she slowly gets to her feet, but when she sees Carpentier charge forward and attempt a bicycle kick, she drops down to the mat and rolls right out of the ring. Carpentier, not willing to give up the work he’s done so far, quickly exits the ring as well, but as he finds himself on the apron, Valen grabs his legs and forces him to slam his back and head on the apron before falling off. Valen then proceeds to grab Carpentier by the head before tossing him into the steel steps to boos from the audience as the ref begins counting.

1!

2!

3!

BRIAN MASON: So far, this match seems pretty even. Talia Valen now has the upper hand. Will she be able to capitalize?

ALEXA CORRA: The answer is “yes”, Mason.

RANDY THE PILOT: Alexa apparently got some supernatural powers shit or something.

As CC uses the steps to slowly help himself up, Talia charges forward and drives a knee into his back, sending him into the steel steps once more. Talia then proceeds to grab Christian by the head and tosses him into the barricade to more jeers from the audience.

4!

5!

BRIAN MASON: Talia is certainly taking out some unknown aggression here on Christian.

Valen then grabs Carpentier by the head and rolls him back into the ring, but before she enters the ring, she stops and a sick smirk appears on her face. She rolls back into the ring and immediately heads for the corner, where she pulls off the protective covering of the top turnbuckle. The ref sees this and immediately pulls the cover away from her and begins placing it on, turning his back on what’s about to happen behind him. Carpentier slowly gets to his feet, but does not stay up for long as Talia nails him right in the family jewels, forcing him to drop back down onto the mat. Once the ref puts the cover back on, Valen drops down and goes for the cover.

RANDY THE PILOT: DAAAAAAMN! She just literally busted his balls!

ALEXA CORRA: Talia with the genius maneuver.

BRIAN MASON: Of course you think it’s a genius maneuver.


ONE!


TW-KICKOUT!


CC gets his right shoulder up to cheers from the audience, but Talia doesn’t care. In fact, she seems to find it better that he kicked out as she is one who likes to dish out the pain. She gets to her feet and grabs Christian by the hair, getting a warning from the ref, before irish whipping him hard into a corner. Unfortunately for Talia, Christian bounces right off of the corner and as she charges forward, Christian is able to get his right leg up to nail her right in the face with a bicycle kick to cheers from the audience! CC quickly drops down and goes for the cover, looking to snag a win right here!

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, he might get the pin!


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Talia manages to kick out and Christian shakes his head before picking her up by the head and getting her up to both feet. He then changes it up on Talia and sends her towards the nearest corner, where she slams into it hard before falling to the mat. CC then charges towards the close by ropes, bounces off of them, then drops a knee onto the face of Talia, forcing her to roll over onto her front. Christian takes advantage of this and repeats the same process, this time driving her knee into the back of Talia’s head. Christian then backs away from Talia and begins motioning for her to get to her feet.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like CC is looking to put it away here.

ALEXA CORRA: Watch, he’ll fail.

Talia gets on all fours and crawls over to the ropes before helping herself up to both feet. When she turns around, Christian Carpentier comes charging forward, looking to keep on the attack, but Talia catches him with a roundhouse kick to the face! Christian drops to the mat with a thud, but Talia isn’t done as she continues her revived attack and begins stomping away at him. After a couple of stomps to the face and body of Christian, Talia gets him into a seated position before charging towards the ropes CC is facing and leaps on them before turning her body around and nailing him right in the face with a dropkick! The audience boos as Talia goes for the cover.

BRIAN MASON: GOD! WHAT A DROPKICK!

RANDY THE PILOT: CC may be knocked out! Knocked out like I was after finishing those five Big Macs I ate earlier tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Well, looks like Carpentier’s about to get some more points tacked off.


ONE!


TWO!


THR-KICKOUT!


Talia is stunned that Christian managed to kick out before the three count, but she quickly goes back on the attack as she gets up to both feet before slowly getting CC to his. Talia irish whips him into another corner, but instead of charging in this time, but she just walks forward and begins driving multiple knees into his gut. She then begins driving multiple left and right punches to the face before deciding to really get ruthless and attempting to claw CC’s eyes out with her hands. The ref quickly pulls her away, but she shoves him off before charging back in...only for Christian to move out of the way! Talia hits the corner hard and stumbles backwards, allowing CC to come up from behind her and roll her up!

BRIAN MASON: Christian Carpentier trying to steal one here!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!

ALEXA CORRA: NO FUCKING WAY!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winner of this match and winner of THREE AONS points...CHRISTIAN CAAAAAAAAAAARPENTIER!

CC quickly rolls out of the ring after he lets go of Talia, a smile on his face as he leans up against the barricade and raises his hands high up in the air. Talia looks stunned as she gets to her knees, her hands on top of her head.

BRIAN MASON: Christian Carpentier takes himself out of the negative area here tonight by grabbing three points!

RANDY THE PILOT: He did good, Mason. He did good.

ALEXA CORRA: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Winner: Christian Carpentier (11:32)

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The scene opens back up backstage with Lyle Risky checking with a few crew members making sure that everything is set for the upcoming matches.

LYLE RISKY: Look I don’t wanna look on the fuckin’ television screen and see you two fuckin’ around like you was a few shows ago. You understand me?

Both men nod.

LYLE RISKY: Good. Y’all seen the ladies out there tonight though bruh?!

Lyle raises an eyebrow and shakes his head seeing the men smile when mentioning the female fans in the crowd.

LYLE RISKY: Bruh...Don’t talk to them until the show is over aight? Get yo shit done first then look for some pussy to get in.

The two men nod and walkway as Lyle chuckles at the thought of them two flirting with some fans. He turns and begins walking the opposite direction. He pulls out his phone as he turns the corner and he drops it as he runs into a dazed and confused Amber Monroe.

AMBER MONROE: Watch where you’re going, you STUPID! Ooh….hey there!

It’s once she notices the familiar face of Risky himself, she regains her composure, even smiling at him. Lyle laughs and picks up his phone. He wipes off the dirt from the ground and slides it back into his pants pocket. He returns the smile and steps up to her resting his hand left hand on her hip and pulls her in close to him.

LYLE RISKY: Hey...I was actually about to txt and see where you were.

AMBER MONROE: You literally came at the right time, because I’m THIS close to losing my shit.

She displays a small amount with her fingers, resting her hand on top of his shoulder. She somehow manages to announce her anger with still a smile on her face. Lyle face now a bit confused on what she means he raises his eyebrow.

LYLE RISKY: What’s wrong bae? You aight?

AMBER MONROE: No I’m not….Everything’s annoying me. I don’t like any of the food in catering, all the females are looking at me funny, and I can’t find my way around this building! UGH!

After she throws her head backwards, she places her head on Lyle’s shoulder. Shortly after she raises her hand with a weird smile on her face. Holding her close, Lyle looks down at her.

LYLE RISKY: We’ll pick somethin’ up when we leave. All just about every female in this place got somethin’ stuck up they ass so don’t even mind them. As for the buildin’ issue...Um...Yeah I ain’t got shit to say about that. But you can walk with me if you want?

Lyle steps back and takes her hand. She stares into his eyes and smiles, placing her finger in her mouth.

AMBER MONROE: Well I was suppose to go find the twins, but they can wait! Walk, we shall!

Amber hooks her arm into the arm of Lyle, still smiling. The two star to walk but Lyle stops and leans back getting a good look at Amber’s backside. He smirks as he gets a good grip of it before the begin walking again.

LYLE RISKY: Jace is excited to meet you. He came to the show with his girl and a few friends from school. Told him to come backstage after the show so he can see us and shit.

AMBER MONROE: I hope he likes me, but wait, I’m Amber, everyone likes me! I hope I like him.

She giggles, twirling her hair in between her fingers. Risky looks over to her with a smirk on his face and laughs.

LYLE RISKY: I’m sure he will. So you feelin’ better now huh? Ain’t too bothered now that you with me?

Lyle stops and looks down at her. Her eyes double in size, she slowly looks at him then smiles again.

AMBER MONROE: I was upset about something? Oh well! Don’t you have some work to do? I don’t wanna get you in TROUBLE.

Lyle looks around.

LYLE RISKY: Why would I get in trouble? Haha, I own this shit. We could actually….

He looks around one more time.

LYLE RISKY: ….Have a bit of fun right quick.

He then looks behind him and sees a locker room door. He smirks and looks back over to her.

LYLE RISKY: I mean, if you up to it?

AMBER MONROE: I know what kind of fun you’re talking about, and the answer is, HELL YES!

She smirks at him, looking behind her shoulder a few times. He takes her hand and leads her towards the locker room. He then checks to see if it’s empty and they both enter the locker room leaving the fans watching wondering what was going on behind the closed door. A few minutes go by and Lyle shirtless opens the door with a few hickies seen forming on the side of his neck. He looks around and places a hot pink thong on the door knob.

LYLE RISKY: Just leave this here so foo’s know not to come in.

He looks into the camera with a straight face and whispers….

LYLE RISKY: Risko Suave!

Lyle quickly closes the door as moans from Amber is heard in the background as the scene fades away.

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Backstage at the catering table is HKW color commentator and chief official Randy The Pilot. He's seen rubbing his hands together over the plate of finger sandwiches. Randy looks stressed out.

Randy The Pilot: So many choices....Lord give me a sign!

After a few moments of waiting he shrugs his shoulders.

Randy The Pilot: Ah fuck it.

Randy grabs three different sandwiches. He puts 2 of them on a nearby plate and stuffs the other one in his mouth.

Ina Ina: Ewwww!

Not noticing someone behind him, he's startled by the sudden female voice that chimes.

Ina Ina: Umm....shouldn't you be somewhere else....like...working?

The voice is recognizable to Randy who rolls his eyes before turning to to face HKW superstar Ina Ina. Still with a mouthful, he tries to make out an explanation.

Randy The Pilot: (muffled) Fuck you.

Ina shakes her head as she walks over to the catering table in her full ring gear. She pokes her lips out, scanning the different foods. Upon noticing the cookies, her face lights up. Ina casually makes her way to the other side of the table as Randy garfs down his sandwiches.

Ina Ina: Just gonna...y'know...take these for later.

As soon as Ina goes to grab a cookie, her and Randy are both startled by the trash can being knocked over by a guy who thrown into it. The man rolls over on the ground at Randy's feet and the HKW staff member looks to Ina confused. Suddenly another random guy jumps on top of him and starts hammering away. This doesn't last long as the guy #1 rolls over and answers back with a few closed fists of his own. Both of these men are in traditional wrestling gear but neither of them have been seen around the Hard Knox facility before.

Guy 1: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Guy 1 gets up and pulls Guy 2 up by his short, bleach blonde hair. In a dramatic motion, he slams Guy 2's head into the plate of sandwiches as Randy and Ina look on with amusement. Guy 2 grabs a hold of a serving spoon before turning around and whacking Guy 1 in the face and kicking him in the guy.

Guy 2: TAKE THAT!

The two men stop for a second, breathing heavily. They look over to Randy and Ina at the same time, politely smiling and nodding before looking back at each other with pure rage. Both guys get into a tie up and the fighting continues. Randy looks over at Ina with a confused expression.

Ina Ina: Why are you looking at me? Aren't you the referee?

Randy The Pilot: (muffled with pieces of sandwich flying out of his mouth) I don't know who the hell these guys are!

Completely ignoring the fighting men at this point, Ina slowly walks away from the scene, taking a bite out of one of her cookies. Guy 1 and Guy 2 are now on the other side of the room trading shots back and forth. Guy 2 knees Guy 1 in the gut before smashing his head into the vending machine. Randy laughs to himself as he walks away.

Randy The Pilot: (muffled) I'm glad I'm not in charge of vending operations anymore.

The camera fades as the two men relentlessly pound on one another.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following contest is an ALL OR NOTHING SERIES 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: Ladies and gentleman, introducing first... Hailing from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania...... DREW THORNTON!

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.

BRIAN MASON: Thornton has a chance to bounce back here tonight after that loss to Brian Gun at Destiny.

ALEXA CORRA: Doubt it. Dude's a tool.

BRIAN MASON: What's that have to do with his in ring ability?

ALEXA CORRA: The hell do I care about his in ring ability for? I said he's a tool, and that makes him a TOOL. End of it.

RANDY THE PILOT: Love when she's fiery, bruh.

Yonkers by. Tyler The Creator comes on, and Zakk Lewis comes out with his arms in an X in the air, then lays his arms down, and walks to the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: His opponent... From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS!

He gets on the steps, and gets into the ring and gets ready for the match.

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The bell rings and Lewis immediately makes a charge at Thornton catching Drew by surprise and driving him back into the corner, where he lays in a ferocious series of right hands that has the Thornton reeling in the early going. He pulls Thornton out of the corner, right into a vicious short armed clothesline that sends him unceremoniously to the mat, drawing boos from the crowd.. He drops into a mounted position and immediately starts laying in more right hands as Thornton tries to cover up as best he can. Finally the referee steps in, pulling the incensed "ZMK"off as Thornton rolls away, trying to recover. Lewis goes right back on the attack, but Thornton blasts Zakk with a sold right hand, and follows it up with a jumping high knee to the back of Lewis' head!

BRIAN MASON: Both of these men are looking to win the All or Nothing series, and winning this match tonight would push them in the right direction of doing so.

ALEXA CORRA: Way to be an obvious Oliver, mase.

RANDY THE PILOT: Hahahah, Obvious Oliver.

Thornton remains on the offensive, moving in to pick Lewis up, this time going for what appears to be a huge Double A style Spinebuster. At the apex of the turn, however, Lewis drives the point of his elbow right into the crown of Thornton's skull with as much force as he can muster, and Thornton immediately folds, allowing Lewis to land safely on his feet, the elbow to the head obviously taking a toll on Thornton. Lewis takes advantage, driving a sharp knee right into Thornton’s stomach to double him over before driving him to the mat with a single-armed DDT.

Thornton's head takes the brunt of the impact and he immediately goes to shield himself, only to have Lewis be on him like a shark that smells blood, rolling through to look in a Fujiwara armbar that he quickly modifies into a crossface hold, applying as much pressure as he possibly can to Thornton's head and neck area. Thornton writhes in pain, trying to fight his way free as Lewis wrenches back on the hold. The referee moves in to check on Thornton just as he shifts his body weight, catching hold of Lewis and rolling him over into a cradle!


ONE!


TWO!



Lewis powers out at 2, quickly rolling to his feet and driving a stiff kick into Thornton’s ribs before he can even stand up, sending the air out of his lungs. He pulls Drew up, quickly wrapping him in a rear waistlock before snapping him over with a vicious bridging German suplex, folding him up like an accordion and hanging on as the official drops down to count.


ONE!


TWO!



Thornton just manages to get the shoulder up! Lewis sits up, obviously displeased as he gets in the referees face, screaming vulgarities in his direction. He lifts Drew to his feet and drives in a couple of stiff forearms before sending Thornton into the ropes, looking to catch him with a lariat of his own…only to have Thornton duck underneath, and drill him on the return trip with a HUGE running big boot!

RANDY THE GUY: Thornton nearly took Zakk's head off with that boot!

ALEXA CORRA: Ah, come on! Get his ass Zakk!

BRIAN MASON: Aren't you the unbiased one, Alexa?

ALEXA CORRA: And the sexy one. Don't forget that.

Thornton is obviously hurting, dropping to a knee and clutching at his head a moment before going back on the attack, hitting the ropes before dropping a huge knee onto Lewis' face! The crowd pops as Thornton hooks the leg for a cover…

ONE!


TWO!


No! Lewis just manages to somehow kick out. Drew pulls Lewis up and notices that Lewis lip is busted open. Drew hits Lewis with a couple of stiff right hands before whipping him hard into the corner before following him in shortly after with a massive corner splash. The sheer impact sends Lewis stumbling out of the corner, right into Thornton's clutches for a brutal overhead German suplex! Thornton rises to his feet, obviously lost in the moment through sheer adrenaline, picking up Lewis and planting him with a HUGE powerbomb! He quickly grabs a cover, hooking the leg as the referee drops to the mat to count…

ONE!


TWO!

THR----NO!
Lewis somehow manages to get the shoulder up at the last second!

BRIAN MASON: Drew thought he had Zakk there, and so did the majority of this crowd.

ALEXA CORRA: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep Zakk down. Did you SEE what he endured to beat Jesse at Destiny? Come on.

RANDY THE PILOT: Still, Lex. You gotta figure Zakk's sore from that match at Destiny. No way he's at a hundred percent.

Thornton double checks the count with the referee before picking Lewis up and once more whipping him into the opposite corner. Thornton charges in with a big corner clothesline that slumps Lewis over, leaving him looking out on his feet. Thornton looks around at the cheering crowd before climbing up to the second rope, grabbing Lewis by the hair, and beginning to rain hard right hands down on him. The referee begins a ten count as the crowd counts along with the HKW blue chipper…

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!


Te—No! Lewis catches Thornton with a thumb to the eye before the final punch can be delivered. The momentary distraction is all Lewis needs regain his composure as he patiently waits for Thornton to look in his direction. Once he does, Lewis charges forward and hits Thornton with a jumping leg lariat! The crowd boos Lewis as he hooks the leg and makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!

THR---


No! Thornton kicks out! The relief is short-lived, though, as Lewis uses Thorton’s own momentum to roll him right into a Stepover Toehold Facelock! The STF is applied perfectly, and Lewis wrenches back on Thornton’s head as hard as he can. Drew cries out in pain as the official checks on him, asking if he wants to quit. Thornton refuses in spite of himself, desperately clawing for the ropes a mere few inches away.

The crowd begins to hit a fevered pitch, trying their damnedest to will Drew to the ropes as Lewis cranks away on his head and neck with all the strength he can muster. Slowly but surely, in spite of everything, Thornton begins to inch ever closer to the bottom rope. Lewis tries to sink the hold in as deep as he possibly can, doing everything in his power to force the submission before Thornton can escape…but it’s all for nothing as Drew’s fingers finally find the bottom strand! The referee admonishes Lewis to break the hold, reaching a count of four before Zakk finally relinquishes his grip, furious as the crowd roars in approval.

BRIAN MASON: Thornton's really showing some resilience here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Thornton's showing resilience?! HE'S NOT THE ONE WHO WENT TO WAR AT DESTINY, MASON. THE HELL DO YOU MEAN RESILIENCE?!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, Alexa. Tell em how you really feel.

Lewis climbs to his feet, furious, measuring Thornton carefully as he waits for him to get up. Drew finally pulls himself up using the ropes, stumbling to his feet…only to have Lewis quickly grab him, looking to drill him with the St. Zakk jumping reverse bulldog, but Thornton holds onto the ropes, blocking the attack and causing Zak to land on the back of his head. Lewis slowly rises to his feet, but it is cut in half by a spear from Thornton!

BRIAN MASON: Huge spear by Thornton! This might be it for Lewis!

ALEXA CORRA: Goddamn it!

Thornton begins to get the crowd riled up as he calls for the Drewbox 360 spinning heel kick. Zakk stumbles to his feet and Thornton shoots in with the heel kick, but Lewis ducks underneath and... ST. ZAKK! Lewis hits the jumping reverse bulldog on the heel kick counter and goes in for the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner... ZAAAAAKKKKKK LEEEEWWWWISSSSSS!

As Zakk Lewis' theme hits the sound system, he slithers out of the ring, licking to the blood off of his lips. He continues to stare at the downed Thornton when suddenly Brian Gun is shown hopping over the protective guardrail, and slides into the ring!

BRIAN MASON: The hell is Brian Gun doing out here?!

ALEXA CORRA: Putting Thornton out of his misery once and for all, that's what!

Zakk doesn't seem to give much of a damn about Gun nor Thornton as he watches Gun over top of his Thornton, pummeling away at his hand with blow after blow. Gun grabs a hold of Thornton's ears and lifts him to his feet, before he executes his patent Remember the Name adding insult to injury!

RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like Brian Gun was looking to make a statement, and he did that.

ALEXA CORRA: And Zakk Lewis picks up points in the All or Nothing Series!

Gun stares down at the lifeless Thornton, placing his foot over his chest and raising his arms to jeers from the crowd as we fade to break.

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As we cut to the back, the camera crew shuffles down the narrow hallways of the Hammerstein Ballroom, hearing the yells of both Brandon and Felicity Banks. They turn the corner and push open the office door where Felicity is shown throwing a fit, slamming a stapler off of Brandon’s desk, while the HKW co-owner has a laugh at her expense.

FELICITY BANKS: Why are you treating me like this, huh?! I came here tonight in such a good mood, and you just had to go and ruin it!

Felicity slams her HKW World championship onto Brandon’s desk and covers her face with her hands, leaning her elbows against Brandon’s desk.

FELICITY BANKS: Seriously, Brandon. This is bull and you know it. I shouldn’t have to defend my title AGAIN at Almost Famous. You do realize I have a BIGGER match with Annie at HKW versus the World, right?

Big pop at the mention of Annie Zellor.

BRANDON BANKS: Fel, you said yourself you’re gonna be a fighting champion, did you not?

Felicity nods.

BRANDON BANKS: Well that stunt you pulled at Destiny really didn’t make you look like a fighting champion. Quite frankly, it made you look like a coward and it made Brad look like a bitch.

The crowd is heard ooohing in the background. Felicity looks infuriated by her brothers comments and rips her championship from his desk, draping it around her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: … FINE! FINE, BRANDON. I’LL BEAT YET ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR LITTLE YOUNG’N’S AND SEND THEM BACK TO THE BACK OF THE LINE WHERE THEY FREAKING BELONG!

Brandon laughs, causing Felicity to get even madder.

FELICITY BANKS: What the HELL are you laughing at?!

BRANDON BANKS: You’re mad funny when you’re pissed.

Felicity rolls her eyes before she rubs her temple and looks back over at Brandon.

FELICITY BANKS: This is sickening, you know that? Sickening, Brandon. Who the fuck is my opponent?

Just as Brandon goes to speak, there was a knock heard at the door, before it slowly opened. The crowd popped loudly as Xavier Asher Daniels hobbled inside, looking between both Brandon and Fel for a second, his eyes lingering on Felicity for just a moment before speaking.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You, uh wanted to see me, Brandon?

Just as quickly as the question was asked, he looked back at Felicity and gave a very bright, very exaggerated smile as he waved at her. It was very clear that he hasn’t changed his mind on antagonizing her as much as possible whenever he was around her.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Oh, hiiiiiiiiii Fel!

Felicity’s eyes bulge wide open at the sight of her rival, glaring back over at Brandon while pointing her index finger at Xavier.

FELICITY BANKS: What the hell is he doing here?!

Felicity looks back at Xavier.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t you have ballett practice to be at or something? Oh, no… I get to beat your sorry ass yet again later on. Hmph. Tough luck, kid. Now, excuse yourself from this office while I’m in here, kay cutie? Kay.

Felicity turns back to Brandon who breathes out a sigh and waves Xavier into the office.

BRANDON BANKS: Man. Talk about killing two birds with one stone… Er.

Neither Felicity or Xavier seemed amused by Brandon’s joke as the two rivals stand as far from each other as possible.

BRANDON BANKS: Tough crowd. Alrighty then, I’ll just get down to business. Now, as y’all both know Destiny was a mawfuckin’ success, bruh! Even with that little happening in the main event, our numbers were through the roof! Almost Famous? We gotta do better than that. Almost Famous? We gotta one up ourselves one more time, feel me?

FELICITY BANKS: Get to the fucking point, Brandon! I don’t want to be next to him any longer than I have to! I might catch that thing he has that disfigures your face.

Felicity looks over at Xavier and makes an “ew” face. Xavier pouts mockingly at Fel’s insult, placing a hand on his chest and making it seem as if she hurt him.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: That cut me deep, Fel. Really deep. Especially since your face is one where two bags are needed instead of just one.


Brandon laughs at the rivals back and forth, clearing his throat to stop it.

BRANDON BANKS: As I was sayiiiing. We gotta one up ourselves, and since there’s a shit ton of bad blood goin’ on in this place, I figure… Why not settle it all at Almost Famous? You two? Y’all been goin’ at for months now. Shit, Fel. You tried to rip XAD’s knee outta socket, and XAD? You nearly disconnected Felicity’s cheekbones on number of occasions. The way I see it? Ya’ll get some unfinished gripes, and it’s time we settle it.

FELICITY BANKS: Brandon… No.

BRANDON BANKS: Let me finish! Now, we need a main event to make up for that disaster at Destiny, and yes Fel… Your match was a disaster. So I got a plan! Lets do something we ain’t done in HKW yet. Something where we’re almost guaranteed to have a TRUE winner without any bullshit. A match where the system can’t be manipulated…

Brandon kept his eyes on Felicity throughout that entire spiel as she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

BRANDON BANKS: I’m talking about sixty minutes of nonstop wrestling… I’m talking about IRON MA--- Well, I guess this would an Iron Gender match?

Brandon looks at Xavier and shrugs.

BRANDON BANKS: Fuck it. We’ll call it Ironman because Iron Gender sounds kinda lame. Or Sixty Minute Showdown? Fuck it, whatever. Buuuut, and now this is why you’re here Xavier.

Brandon glances back at his unamused sister.

BRANDON BANKS: Say hello to the challenger for the World championship at Almost Famous… Xavier Asher Daniels.

The crowd roars at the announcement made by the co-owner of HKW while Felicity covers her face with her hands, shaking her in disgust. Xavier seemed ecstatic about the news, and let it show as he hobbled over to Fel and, still doing everything in his power to get under her skin, slung an arm around her shoulder and hugged her close as he laughed out loudly.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Aww, you see, Fel? We’re not done yet, we get to keep running into each other just a little while longer! Isn’t that FUN? We’re gonna get reeeeally acquainted, now.

His laughter stopped as he smirked slightly at the look of disgust at him invading her personal space.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I told you, I was gonna make every second you hold that belt a living nightmare for you, Fel. Now? Now I get to make good on my promise. If you thought I was annoying before, you’re gonna hate me now… and before you jump to conclusions, it won’t be personal this time around…. well, not all the way personal.

He leans next to her ear as he slips his arm from around her, and tells her exactly what she has told him for the better part of their entire rivalry.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: It’s just… business.

Felicity remains motionless, finally uncovering her face, staring at her brother with her infamous death stare.

FELICITY BANKS: …. I HATE you.

She turns and looks at Xavier.

FELICITY BANKS: And you? YOU.. YOU…

She tugs on her hair and lets out a loud screech that echoes throughout the office, causing both Brandon and Xavier to cover their ears.

FELICITY BANKS: You’re BOTH going to regret this. BOTH OF YOU!

Felicity lowers her championship from her shoulders and pulls it to her grasp, bumping shoulders with Xavier as she storms out of Brandon’s office. Banks and Xavier both chuckle as they watch Felicity throwing a tantrum down the hallway.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn. What’s her problem?

Xavier laughs slightly, leaning against the wall with a wide smile.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I dunno… but she’s fun to watch when she’s mad and doesn’t get her way.

Banks nods his head as the two continues their laugh. The scene soon fades back to ringside.
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As Defiance is returning from a commercial break, the audience is loud for an exciting night ahead of them. Their cheers get even louder as Eminem's "Asshole" blasts throughout the PA System and Joey Miles makes his way onto the stage.

RANDY THE PILOT: The Boobplex Machine!

ALEXA CORRA: And here comes this guy. Lovely.

Joey makes his way to the ring, smiling out at the crowd, although he doesn't do his usual shout from the stage.

BRIAN MASON: Joey had a very exciting match last night against Talia Valen, but in the end he came up short.

ALEXA CORRA: More like got his ass beat.

Upon reaching the ring, Joey jogs up the steel steps and enters, before asking the ring announcer, Sadie, for a microphone. She happily obliges. Joey takes a deep breath before beginning to speak.

JOEY MILES: What's up, New York City?!

The audience bursts into cheers once more, as Miles smiles again. He waits for them to calm down before beginning to speak again.

JOEY MILES: Ah, man, cheap pops. Gotta love them. Now, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I won't be wrestling tonight.

The audience's cheers quickly turn to boos at this statement. Miles shrugs.

JOEY MILES: I know, I know. I re-aggravated my knee injury at Destiny, so the doctors have ordered that I don't compete this week on Defiance or Ignite. However, I will be competing at our next show. So my cunts and cuntettes don't have to wait long to see me Boobplex someone else!

Again, the audience returns to cheers as a brief "Boobplex" chant builds up throughout the arena, causing a slight chuckle from Joey.

JOEY MILES: So, I'm out here and I'm not wrestling. You're probably wondering, you know, what the fuck? What's the deal? Why am I out here? Well, first of all, I just want to say congratulations to Talia. You beat me, plain and simple. Congratulations. Also, nice boobs. They're very soft, you see. I also wanted to mention that I got my eyes on something, here. I got my eyes on that Cyber Championship. Salem already felt the might of the Boobplex once. She won't beat me by shoving some chocolate down my throat, I can tell you that. So, as of right now, I am officially putting my name in the contenders list for the Cyber Cham--

Without warning, Fort Minor's "Petrified" instrumental hits the PA System. Some fans, whom are avid watchers of Xtreme Wrestling Association, recognize the theme instantly and burst into cheers. Others look on in confusion. Joey also looks on in confusion, although he knows exactly who it is. He just doesn't know why he's here. Out from behind the curtain pops former PDW wrestler and former XWA World Heavyweight Champion, Danny Diamond!

BRIAN MASON: Danny Diamond? What could he be doing here?

ALEXA CORRA: If it shuts Miles up for a few minutes, I'm all for it.

Danny, whom has a microphone in hand, begins making his way to the ring whilst talking.

DANNY DIAMOND: Joey, chap, calm down. Let me tell you how things work in this business.

By the time he reaches the ring, Danny walks up the steel steps and enters, getting closer to a still confused Joey Miles.

DANNY DIAMOND: I've been training you for months now, right? Haven't I taught you anything? You don't just come out and state you're in contention for a Championship. You earn it.

JOEY MILES: But, I.--

DANNY DIAMOND: You lost. Even with all of our training, at Destiny, you lost. Losing doesn't get you Championships, mate. If you want to get another shot at the Cyber Championship, you're going to need to earn it. You need to win.

JOEY MILES: You say that like it's the easiest thing in the World. Don't you think I've been trying, Danny? I try and I try and I try and all I do is lose. I fail. That's it. I can't win. I'm not good enough.

DANNY DIAMOND: I refuse to believe that, Joey. My father trained me and now I'm training you. We don't train losers. My father didn't and I damn sure won't. You've improved so much since we began. A couple losses early in your career don't mean you can't win. You have talent, Joey. But more importantly than that, you have heart. There's not a lot of people in this industry with as much passion for it as you. You can be Cyber Champion. Hell, you can be World Heavyweight Champion. You have it in you. But you can't do it yet. You need to continue improving, start racking up wins and then you'll get there. It takes time, Joey.

JOEY MILES: You don't get it, Danny. I'm not made out for this. I don't have the size, I don't have the speed, I don't have the technical ability. I've got nothing. Heart? What the fuck does heart get me when I have no actual skill? Fuck, man. I can't do this!

Danny turns around, turning his back to Joey, as he shakes his head. He lets out a deep sigh before starting to turn back towards Joey. Suddenly, Danny shoots his foot into the air, connecting with the Sudden Death, a Superkick to the throat, on Joey! The audience lets out a very mixed reaction to the move as Joey drops like a brick. Danny looks down at Joey, showing no remorse in his face for what he just did. He kneels down by Joey's face and brings the microphone back up to his mouth.

DANNY DIAMOND: I do not train losers, Joey. I'm going to make you a winner, if it's the last bloody thing I do. There's a show that's going to happen here, in HKW. August thirty-first, Almost Famous. Me and you, Joey...We're going to have ourselves a little match there. Student versus teacher, Joey Miles versus Danny Diamond. There's not going to be any 'Boobplexes'. Nobody is going to get 'Uppercunted'. We're going to wrestle until we can't wrestle anymore. Prepare for the fight of your life, chap. It will be glorious.

Danny gets back to a perpendicular base as he drops his microphone, Fort Minor's "Petrified" instrumental playing again and the audience continuing to let out a mixed reaction. Danny exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp.

BRIAN MASON: Wow! Danny Diamond versus Joey Miles at Almost Famous?

ALEXA CORRA: Good. Maybe Danny will crush that little insect.

RANDY THE PILOT: I'm hungry.

The scene fades out.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a STREET FOR THE HKW CYBER CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

The beginning drums and guitar rifts to Volbeat's A Warrior's Call slams out of the pa system as the lights go off, a lone spotlight let shining on the stage. The guitar picks up and the lights begin to pulsate, a dull roar coming from the crowd. The guitar stops and an outline of a man is shown on stage, arms held out to his sides with his palms facing upwards.

"Let's get ready to rumble!!"

The lights come to life, sending the arena into a chorus of boos and jeers once they know it is Alex Schafer standing on the stage with a smirk on his face.

"Feel the fire, he's entering the ring.
His mindset only knows how to win.
This Swedish fight will break you in two.
You will feel all his power!"


Schafer lowers his arms and stares around the arena, smirk still on his face. Shaking his head, he begins to walk down the ramp.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing, from Stockholm, Sweden. He stands at six foot, three inches tall. He is The Alpha and The Omega. "The Great', Alex Schafer!

Seeing a few fans of his. he slaps their hands. He stares at the ones that boo him as he goes by, reaching the ring and sliding in.

"Alexander The Great will now brand his name in the back of your head.
You will feel the floor again. Unleashing his hell, you will not even the hear the bell.
Maybe you're strong but you don't stand a chance."


Schafer is now standing in the center of the ring with his arms out again and face to the sky with his eyes closed.

"Feel the power of a warrior.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Let's get ready to rumble!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"


His music slows fades away and Schafer can be heard yelling "I am the Alpha, and the Omega! Who is, who was, and who is to come!" before lowering his head and glaring at the stage, waiting for his opponent.

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

"Hey!

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


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

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: From Laconia, New Hampshire... seeking thrills that pay the bills... She is reigning and defending HKW Cyber champion...'The Dark Crystal'... Salem Cartier!!!

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


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

"Something like a phenomena, baby
You're something like a phenomena
Something like a phenomena, baby
You're gonna get your body off"


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

BRIAN MASON: With spirits like these two, you can't sleep on a match like this.

ALEXA CORRA: I already know the outcome to this match….

BRIAN MASON: How?! These two fierce competitors are not like most wrestlers. One wants to keep her championship, the other is ready for his time.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh..

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The two wrestlers then circle around the ring getting ready to strike. Salem being the younger one and more feisty went ahead for the first strike. Schafer then smacked her hand away. Salem smiled and nodded and put her hands up. Schafer did the same, and they both are in a lock. Schafer then breaks the lock, and has her in a headlock. He goes back with her and hits the ropes, pushing her off, and she runs and hits the ropes. Schafer smacks to the ground, and she jumps over, and hits the other ropes, and Alex Schafer back elbows her in the face and causing her to fall to the ground. The crowd booing, Schafer just holds his arms out to his sides with palms up, looking to the sky. The crowd booing louder. Schafer then walks over, and picks Salem up, but Salem counter attacks with a punch to the gut, and then another one. She then gets up, and grabs him and irish whips him to the turnbuckles. Schafer catches himself, but turns around and is met victim to Salem’s kick in the gut. Schafer then spits out saliva due to the surprise, and falls on his knees in pain. Salem then picks him up, performing a bulldog and goes for the pin.

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Schafer kicks out.

RANDY THE PILOT: Was about to say.

ALEXA CORRA: What a dumbass.

BRIAN MASON: And it looks like Schafer is still in the game! Even after a vicious kick to the gut!

RANDY THE PILOT: You sound like that announcer from Dragonball Z.

BRIAN MASON: I’m sorry. Who?

Salem then grabs Schafer and is able to place in one of her submission moves, a lotus lock. Schafer then cringes, but doesn’t scream. He tries to break the lock, but can’t due to his arms behind unable to move. He then knows he has to rely on his feet to survive. He then tries to use his leg strength and scoot as much as he can towards the ropes. But knowing this is no use, he decides to use his core and lifts himself up, trying to see if Salem will let go. He manages to get halfway up, until Salem brings him down again, but breaking the lock. Schafer then immediately stands up, and Salem takes her time getting up. Schafer runs over and once shes up, she turns around and he superkicks her in the face and she falls to the ground. Schafer goes for the pin.

RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT! SHE’S OUT!

BRIAN MASON: It looks like Schafer is about to win this!

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RANDY THE PILOT: KICKOUT!!

Salem kicks out, and Schafer sighs heavily. He was so close. He grabs Salem to pick her up. She smacks his arms away and begins to ham on his chest with chops. One chop. Two chop. Three chop. Four. Here a chop. There a chop. And a eventually a smack to the face. However, none of this fazed Schafer. Salem drops her mouth, and Schafer smiles back. Schafer goes for a clothesline, however with Salem’s speed, she dodges it and performs a wheel kick, sending Schafer to hit the ropes. She then runs over and clothesline him to the outside of the ring, however he catches himself and brings himself back into the ring. But Salem’s already over there kicking him repeatedly, not allowing him to rise up. Schafer eventually gets pissed, and grabs her boot and brings her down. He goes to get up, but after the damage he’s been receiving, he finally starts to feel it, and falls to a knee. He then gains his composure, and then gets up. He waits for Salem to rise up again. Salem gets up and turns around, and Schafer performs THE SKO! The jumps up to their feet and start screaming. Schafer then immediately goes for the pin!!

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KICKOUT!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: WHAT!! WHATT!! HWATT!! USDFHAISHI!! WAHTT!!!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: Wow! The Cyber Champion comes back! Wow!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh hum.

Schafer then screams out bloody murder. He punches to the mat angrily. He then grabs Salem’s head and starts to punch her dead on. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. He goes Ronda Rousey on her as fast he can, until the referee pushes Schafer away before his makes the 11th punch to the head. Schafer then pushes the referee, and goes over to Salem again. Salem grabs her head in pain, and Schafer picks her up. He does a damn near Clothesline from Hell, sending Salem going 360 from the clothesline, and back on the mat. Schafer then looks at the ground, who are booing him, and some are cheering for him. Schafer then calls for the end of this. He then turns around, but to his mistake of letting his guard down, Salem immediately runs to him, and kicks him hard in the gut and grabs him and puts him the HIJACK KEVORKIAN! She then goes for the cover!



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DING.DING.DING.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Your winner and still the HKW CYBER CHAMPION……. SALEM CARTIER!!

The crowd cheers, then Trouble by Neon Jungle plays. And the crowd divert their eyes to the stage, so does Salem. And out comes NEON. Salem tilts her head, and then keeps her eyes locked on as she watches NEON smiling at her and staring her down. NEON then walks down the ramp, and Salem grabs her championship and puts it over her shoulder. NEON slides into the ring and looks at Salem and stares her down. Salem then smiles back, and holds up the championship, and the crowd cheers. Then the two keep staring each other down, as the crowd cheers loudly.

Winner and STILL HKW Cyber Champion: Salem Cartier (14:20)

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Fade into the general managers officer where we see Cindy Parker shuffling through a handful of paperwork, looking for something in specific. She opens up the drawer to her desk and pulls out a bag of Dum Dum lollipops, along with some pixie sticks and a Stitch keychain that she awes at.

CINDY PARKER: Seriously though. Where in the heck did I put that stupid thing.

Cindy continues shuffling through papers and drawers until a ruckus is heard coming from outside her office door. The noises force her to turn her attention to the door as she sees the members of A.S.H enter her office. Billy Joe walks with Bo and Brick. They turn around to help Baron carry in a large taxidermied deer into the office.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Hey there sweet thang! We been justa excited to see you Miss Cindy.

Billy tips his hat before bowing before the general manager. The brothers stand in a line behind him as he takes a seat in front of her desk.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Hope ya don’t mind the deer. This just for our ol’ buddy ol pal Brandon. I wouldn’t call it a recruitment tool but a nice gesture of ‘preciation.

Cindy’s eyes bulge wide open as she looks at the deer, covering her mouth with her hands. Damn near looks as if she’s going to faint for a moment, but she manages to stand up out of her seat, move around the table, and glance at the talker of the group.

CINDY PARKER: How… Oh my god.

She takes a quick glance at deer head, looking as if she were ready to vomit.

CINDY PARKER: Oh my god! What are you, Elmer freaking Fudd?! How could you do this to this poor animal?! Have you seen Bambi, huh?! You know, one of the best movies of all the times!

She waves her hands in front of her face, now more so disgusted by the sight.

CINDY PARKER: This is not good, misters. This is not good at all.

Billy Joe looks back at his brothers a bit worried. Brick scratches his head for a second, not realizing what the big deal is.

BARON MCCLEARY: WE EAT DEER ALL THE TIME IN TEXAS IT’S GOOD EATIN MA’AM! SHOOT WE WAS GON BRING HIM THAT DIRTY SANTOS ALL WRAPPED UP IN A TORTILLA LIKE A TACQUITO!

Bo shakes his head before slapping Brick upside his. This causes the brothers to share a laugh as Billy Joe turns back to the terrified Cindy.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Look missy. We aint mean no harm it was just a gift for our good buddy. But that aint what we’re here for. I know we ‘posed to be out in that ring wrasslin but we done already took good and well care of them guineas. We done already took good and well care of them messicans too! Hell I reckon it’s safe to say that ol Anglo Saxon Heritage the new enforcers of HK Dubya! WAHHOOOO!!!!!!!!

Brick and Baron “WAHOOOO” as well. Bo just grunts and cracks his neck. Cindy is still stunned by the sight of the deer head. She circles back around her desk and takes a seat and attempts to regather herself.

CINDY PARKER: Okay… Okay… I can’t believe this just happened.

She blinks heavily a number of times, holding herself back from looking over the desk and at the deer head.

CINDY PARKER: I’m totally disgusted right now, and there was something I was supposed to announce and now I don’t even remember what it is now.

She looks up at Billy Joe and then back over at Brick and Bo.

CINDY PARKER: Oh tiddlywinks, I know what it was! That match was supposed to determine which team gets into the HKW World tag team championship gauntlet at Almost Famous, and now you guys messed it all up!

The general manager facepalms, already not having one of the best of days.

CINDY PARKER: I guess I have no other choice but to both both the Gatti Siblings in it, and Baron and Brick, huh? You know they’re probably gonna wanna kick your butts now, right?

BO MCCLEARY: *grunts*

Baron looks at Bo then at Billy Joe, quite impressed. Billy nods.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: You gotta point there ol Bo. We justa gonna wait n see what happens. Right now? I think Dino gon’ try and stick up for his sister. His cutesy lil sister aint gon be able to handle us. SO LET EM TRY IT!

Billy Joe breaks out into a borderline asthmatic laugh.

BARON MCCLEARY: Hehehehehe I-I-I-I-I t-t-t-tell ya what Billy. W-w-w-w-we gon’ we go---

BARON MCCLEARY: DAMMIT BAR’N SPIT IT OUT!

Brick slaps Baron on the chest causing him to massively belch at the top of his lungs.

BARON MCCLEARY: We gon take them belts one way or ‘nother.

Cindy scrunches her face from the smell of the burp, pulling her shirt over her nose to keep away from the smell.

CINDY PARKER: Okay, yeah. I think that’s all for this meeting, boys. And um, can you take Bambi with you? Brandon’s office is down the hall somewhere or something.

Billy Joe puts two of his fingers to his mouth and whistles. He motions to Bo to slap Baron upside his head.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: SEE WHAT YOU DON DID YOU STUPID BALE A HAY!?!? DONE MESSED UP ME TRYNA “SPIT SOME GAME” TO MISS CINDY! PICK THAT DAMN DEER UP BAR’N GET IT THE HELL OUTTA HERE. GON’ NOW GET!

A frustrated Billy Joe watches his brothers leave the office. He shakes his head before turning back around to the GM.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: I ‘pologize for that missy. Before I go. Just wanna say it’s a real gosh darn pleasure to be here on ya show ma’am. We wouldnt have it no other way! Whatever ya need purdy little thang just call ol’ Billy Joe and I’ll be in a hop skip and a jump I tell ya what.

Billy Joe waves to Cindy as he heads out of the office. The scene fades as the door closes.

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The lighting in the arena begin to turn grayish, like an old time film. The crowd then stands up in confusion.

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Then you see a 1928 Cadillac Town Sedan start to appear from the curtain, and driving on the stage. The crowd looks. The car then is put in park. Coming out of the vehicle first is the man who oddly looks familiar to the same man who interrupted the Lewis Brothers fight at Destiny. Then out of the vehicle next from the passenger seat is another man who is unknown. Then from the back is two men, who then grab someone out of the vehicle. The man they grab is tied up, and has a bag over his head. The camera then looks back to the familiar man who puts a cigar in his mouth, and lights it up. The other mysterious, unknown man does the same. All men, except for their prisoner, are all dressed in a black outfit and black fedoras on, except for the two men who came out of the driver and passenger side. They all begin to walk down the ramp. The lighting in the arena is still gray. The crowd is speechless to these unknown men.

The men make it down to the ramp. The two men carrying the prisoner slide him through the ring, and both men slide in as well. The other two men walk up the steps, and get into the ring. The two men who were carrying the prisoner originally get a hold of him again. The other two men smoking the cigar are seen smiling. The familiar man smoking the cigar demands a microphone. He is given one, and the lights turn to normal and the music stops. The familiar man then puts the microphone to his lips.

FAMILIAR MAN: For the men collide with such grace, to which we perceive our destiny into one. For which we live to play the tale of an old man who begins to sing upon his death like a dying goose when he is being held by another goose until his death. Confused? Then you're not the only one. We all are confused men. Confused by this life we call. But. This life is what keeps us fighting, is it not? Many of you have the smell of confusion, curiosity, and demand answers. Many of you recognize me as the man who was there when Zakk Lewis defeated the mighty great Jesse Lewis. And now you all stand there waiting for answers as to why I did such atrocity. Let me savor the moment, and lend you my name. My name is Tony Capone. I am a man of great discipline and honor, for which many men lack nowadays.

Then Tony walks over to the kneeled prisoner, and pats the bag that is over his head, and then Tony looks to the crowd.

TONY CAPONE: Do not be afraid, my humble people. For we are not bad men. What you see here is a man who does not deem worthy of such an honorable company as consider ourselves. My chopper squad here are the men who wear these black colors proud like many of you who worship your dear New York Yankees. And yet you people still have the look of wanting answers. But in due time, I shall tell. My goons here are patient as they can come, and the people of New York City will play host to this patience game, and hear me peaching about the ability we all possess. We are but one, and one for all. We serve a purpose, just like you all as well. Some may call us murderers, thieves, the ones who rape your wives and they become ours, the ones who steal your precious moneys and enslave your children to become the new goons. Then some call us heroes, the protectors of the streets, the Kings of Brooklyn.

The crowd sit down. Tony Capone then looks dead in the camera.

TONY CAPONE: We are..... The Family. And as the family, we grow. Shall I conduct introductions... Here!

Tony then points to one of the man holding the prisoner.

TONY CAPONE: One of our soldiers, Lorenzo Lappolizi. And the other one..... is our esteemed Soldier, Jensen Wolfe.

Then Tony looks over to the man smoking the cigar, and smiles.

TONY CAPONE: And this... is just one-third of our Capos..... Rhys Baines who oversees the Soldiers. And he, my friends, is one of the many truths to this operation. However. You look to me as if I, Tony Capone, am the leader of this Family? No, no, no. Not on this today, my good people. I am not humble to such title, I am merely an consgliere. You wish to witness the debut of the one in current charge. Then you shall. For this man is one of the key reasons The Family was founded upon. I give you. My boss, my leader, my 'father'....... Abel Manco.

The lights turn off, and a spotlight lingers over to the curtains that is lighting up the vehicle still on stage. You see cigar smoke emerge from the curtains, and you see a man in a black outfit with facial hair and black sunglasses walk out with four older men who are dressed up in black outfits as well. The man in glasses is Abel Manco. Abel Manco makes his way down the ramp, and up the steps. The spotlight still following him, he gets in the ring and the lights turn back on. Abel Manco smiles and takes off his glasses, and hands it to one of the soldiers who walked with him. He then puts a hand on Tony's shoulder, and gently takes the microphone from him. Abel looks around the crowd studying them as they look onto him and his men trying their best to calculate a reason of why exactly they have came to HKW. He then reaches up running his fingers through his slick brown hair.

ABEL MANCO: Hello. I know, this may be a shock to you all to see men as ourselves to come out here in such away. Especially with Tony making his presence felt at the Destiny pay per view. I understand, I truly do. But I can reassure you all that these types of desperate measures are nothing close to the word desperate. All of our actions are all carefully calculated and analyzed before proceeding to act them out. Did I order Tony to do what he did? Did I order him to assist Mr. Zakk Lewis defeat his older brother that many of you praise? Yes.

The fans begin to boo and Abel holds up his hand ceasing their boos.

ABEL MANCO: What you people have yet to understand we did not do it to benefit Zakk. No. We would never support such absurdity. We chose to eliminate an evil from this company. This country. This world rather. Zakk compared to Jesse...Well he simply does not hold a feather to him. We did this for the company's sake. For you in the crowd. The Family is here for you. The Family is here for this company's benefit. We are not the enemies whether you see us as so or not. We are here to wither out the injustice that this company has found it's self to be infected with. You all witnessed it. You saw it first hand how the corrupt of this world rise to such heights that you praise them as if they were Gods. You all were in their hands until they showed their true selves. Your eyes were opened. And now it is our time to terminate this problem.

Abel seems to have now finished speaking and Rhys Baines, the Capo, turns and looks at both Tony and Abel before taking one last puff as the cigar, finishing it up. As he blows out a cloud of smoke, Rhys tosses the cigar to the outside, almost hitting one of the crew members, before walking over to Abel and Tony. Abel hands him the microphone and a smirk appears on his face as he turns his attention back to the audience before speaking.

RHYS BAINES: If you didn't hear Tony's introduction, I am Rhys Baines and I am a Capo of this family...THE FAMILY. And really, that's all you need to bloody know about me. Now, Abel spoke to you about us getting rid of the injustices that this company holds. About us terminating the problems that this company holds. Now, I can sit here and list out the targets, but some of you have a rather fine IQ and I'm sure can use it to think of who or what is seen as an injustice to Hard Knox Wrestling.

Rhys leans up against the nearby ropes, the smirk on his face still there. Meanwhile, the man who is currently being held up by Jensen Wolfe and Double L in the opposite corner begins to sort of struggle before Jensen drives a knee into his gut, ceasing that at once.

RHYS BAINES: Tonight, we get rid of a small injustice. One that won't make you guys cry over the fact that they're gone, but will definitely...leave a lasting impression on you after it all goes down. Boys, if you would, please remove the bag from this problem's head.

Double L reaches up and pulls the bag off, revealing...

BRIAN MASON: Ultimo Mago?!

The audience remains quiet as the now unmasked Ultimo Mago (thanks to Cyncica) looks around, obviously scared out of his mind. He tries to shake off Double L and Jensen, but Jensen just headbutts him this time, dazing him.

RHYS BAINES: That's right, ladies and gentlemen. You once knew this man as Ultimo Mago and he once tricked you into believing that he was a real luchador. That he was a man of honor and class who loved this sport and nothing more...but Cyncica originally exposed you to his ways and showed you how he is a problem. An INJUSTICE to this company as he continues to roam these halls freely and an INJUSTICE to the real luchadors all around the world competing with honor. So, tonight....

Rhys holds up a finger, telling the audience to wait a minute, before handing the microphone over to Tony. He then begins unbuttoning and removing his suit jacket, which he proceeds to hang that up on the top rope. Slowly, he turns towards the direction of where UM and his two soldiers are and gives him a smile as he rolls up his sleeves. There is no need to remove a tie as there already isn't one there, Rhys having gone with the popper collar look. He then takes the microphone and says just a few more words into it.

RHYS BAINES: We truly rid HKW of Ultimo Mago.

In almost a split second, Rhys drops the mic and Jensen and Double L shove Ultimo Mago forward, where he is met with a VICIOUS elbow to the face! Ultimo Mago drops to the mat with a thud, seemingly out cold, as now Rhys has gone from smiling to looking down at UM with disgust. Rhys then looks up at Jensen and Double L and shouts something at them before Jensen steps forward and kneels down before rolling UM around. He pulls out a small pocket knife and uses it to cut the rope that is keeping UM's hands tied together before backing off and away from Rhys.

Rhys then begins to go on the attack as he gets on top of UM and grabs his head, slamming it into the mat repeatedly before stopping and looking up at Abel and Tony. Both men nod at him before he turns around and leans over, grabbing UM's right arm and locking in the americana submission. UM tries to fight against it, but Rhys drives his elbow into the side of UM's skull, dazing him. Rhys then proceeds to elevate the arm, putting pressure on the elbow of it, and UM begins slapping the mat, knowing that if he keeps elevating it, there will be an injury coming to him. But that's what Rhys wants to keep doing and he keeps elevating the elbow as UM begins screaming, really feeling the pain until...it's done.

ALEXA CORRA: Did this dude just...snap his fucking arm?!

The pain has begun shooting through UM's elbow and shoulder as Rhys has successfully used the americana submission to not only fuck up UM's elbow, but tear his shoulder as well. Rhys slowly gets off of him and to his feet, where the rest of The Family join his side and begin looking down at the hurting UM. When the refs and medical folk begin rushing down to the ring, The Family backs off. Tony and Abel exit the ring, followed by the soldiers, as Rhys goes over and grabs his jacket before exiting the ring himself. As he looks out at the audience, he shoots up his right index finger, letting them know that this was the first of many injustices he and The Family plan on getting rid of. Once he joins the rest of The Family at the top of the stage, they begin making their leave, the scene fading out from ringside.

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The scene opens with Salem Cartier walking down the hallway backstage at the Hammerstein Ballroom. She’s still in her ring gear, a bit sweaty from her recent victory, the Cyber title slung over her shoulder. She stops and pauses, looking this way and that, blowing random strands of hair out of her face. Looking on down the hall and squinting, it seems she’s found her destination. She walks on down and raps on the door of Brandon Banks’ office for the night.

BRANDON BANKS: Goddamnnnit of course someone would come see me right me before the damn show over!

It was muffled, but Banks’ was clearly heard from behind the door. We hear footsteps head toward the door until it gets flung open, showing the co-owner with a slice of pizza in his hand.

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, Salem. When I said come see me I didn’t mean come see me after your match. Mans ready to go home right now.

Her smile faded awkwardly and when she went to reply she accidentally fumbled and dropped the belt on the floor. She picked it up a bit red-faced and strapped it on real quick.

SALEM CARTIER: I... uh… sorry, Brandon… you didn’t specify and well, heck I almost forgot until I was walking down the hall just now… was like ‘Oops!’ Anyway, I’m here… I don’t mean to take up much of your time. What’s up?

Banks invites Salem into his office and tosses the slice of pizza into the box that it came from. He makes it around behind his desk as Salem follows him in, not bothering to close the door. Banks sits in his chair, kicking his feet onto the desk and showing off his new Nike Galaxy foams.

BRANDON BANKS: I watched your Destiny post-show thingy, and that shit touched me. It really did. I damn near shed a tear like I did when Will Smith had to kill his dog in I Am Legend. And shit, man. I was thinkin’ in my head, I done put this girl through some accidental hell, and she thanks me?

Banks shakes his head from side to side.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, I don’t deserve that shit. So I started thinkin’, fuck it. If you had happened to beat Schafer tonight, lets do somethin’ we ain’t done yet. The champ, specifically gets to pick their opponent for Almost Famous.

The crowd pops in the background as Banks takes his feet off the desk and sits up in his chair.

BRANDON BANKS: So what I’m sayin is, you get to pick who you gon face for that title… But the fans pickin’ the match as per usual.

Salem’s eyebrows went up on hearing this bit of news. She drummed her fingers on the title around her waist and exhaled, ran her fingers through her hair deep in thought.

SALEM CARTIER: Brandon… I just wanted to say…. it might be shocking but… I never saw I Am Legend. But seriously, I meant what I said that night, I debated keeping it to myself, it is what it is. Can’t change the way I feel on stuff, ya know? And.. wow, I get to pick my opponent for Almost Famous? You uh… need an answer now or do I get to think this over a bit?

Banks jumps out of his seat, his hands pressed down against his desk as he gives Salem a death stare.

BRANDON BANKS: … The hell did you just say?! Did you just say you never watched I Am Legend?

Banks shakes his head and throws his hand over his face, shocked to hear that Salem hadn’t seen the movie.

BRANDON BANKS: This is why we got beef, Salem. This is EXACTLY why we got beef, bruh. How did you never see I Am Legend, bruh?! You realize that this dude Will Smith spent bout an hour with his damn dog alone throughout the movie without a convo from anyone else?!

Banks makes a pft noise and sits back down, his hands still covering his face.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, take some time and think about it. But don’t tell me shit until you watch I Am Legend either cause I ain’t talkin’ to you till then.

Salem looked on a bit puzzled, then crinkled her nose… a flash of meanness in her face. She turned on her heel and walked to the door, and turned back.

SALEM CARTIER: Always something… fine I’ll watch your movie, then we can go Siskel and Ebert on it… but if it’s not better than Omega Man with Charlton Heston I’ll be sad. THEN you’ll get a name of who I want to face. We done here?

Banks turns his head away from Salem.

BRANDON BANKS: Said I’m not talking to you Saleyboo. Go watch that movie, then talk to me.

She slapped her hands together and did a little dance, pointing at him.

SALEM CARTIER: But you talked! Ha! Alright, alright… eat your pizza, I’m outta here. LATER!!

She skipped out the doorway and was gone, as Brandon shook his head and started back on the pizza as we fade out.
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The scene opens with Risky kicking back in his office with his Gucci loafers on the desk while he sits back in his desk texting away on his phone. He smiles as he reads the recent text message. The door opens and Ava Adore slips through it, her face set in determined lines. She closes the door quietly behind her as she waits for Risky to notice her.

Risky looks up from his phone seeing the Hard Knox Alumni standing before him. He smirks.

LYLE RISKY: What’s good Ava?

She frowns, quietly.

AVA ADORE: I want a match.

Risky sets his phone on the desk and sighs. He then takes his feet off the desk and leans in resting his elbows on it.

LYLE RISKY: And what match is that? I mean really Ava...You ain’t in Hard Knox no more. Why in the fuck do I need to give you a fuckin’ match just cause you walked up in my office unannounced? The hell you think this is Ava? Haha, who in the hell do you think I am?

Risky laughs shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: Besides, you just came off a life threatening match with Lance & Luke. Plus all that other shit you doin’ in CCP & iiW. Why would I risk--- No why would I waste my time givin’ you of all people a match?

With a tilt of her head, Ava pulls a piece of paper from her pocket and slides it in front of him.

AVA ADORE: I am an HKW employee. And I want a match. Against Lance. One on one. With the stipulation of my choosing.

Lyle looks at the piece of paper and back up to Ava.

LYLE RISKY: The fuck am I gonna do with this?

He takes it and tosses it behind him.

LYLE RISKY: Ava. I’m not givin’ you a match against Prez. You want a match so bad you can take that Warren mutha fucka cause let’s be honest Ava. Let’s be perfectly fuckin honest here. You ain’t been shit since you made your “glorious” return to save Kai’s weak ass. You let Lance get a hold of you, kiss you, carve that damn heart on you neck, then when it came to shut him up and put em away….The fuck you do Ava? Hahaha, what the fuck did you do? You lost. You let ya manz down. And again you let Lance get near ya and did what he did. C’mon Ava you’re done for. You’re washed. You want a match go pick someone else cause you ain’t on Lance Winters’ level. You got me?

Lyle stands up buttoning up his suit.

LYLE RISKY: But if you really want the Prez, why don’t you prove you even deserve it. Cause you ain’t done shit to deserve a damn thing from me.

Risky laughs pointing towards the door.

LYLE RISKY: Now do me a favor, get the fuck out of my office.

She quietly turns around, as though preparing to leave Risky’s office before she slowly turns back around, taking a few steps back towards him. Looking up at him with an arched eyebrow, Ava suddenly throws a punch that catches Risky in the face and sends him flailing back against the wall. She steps back for a moment and crosses her arms over her chest as she waits for him to stand up again. He does, already opening his mouth to let her have it and she throws another punch that hits him squarely in the face again.

AVA ADORE: Did that, perhaps, prove it for you? Or shall I continue?

Lyle rubs the side of his face shaking his head and laughing a bit.

LYLE RISKY: ...You stupid little bitch…

He looks over to her with a grin on his face as he straightens up his suit.

LYLE RISKY: You think hittin’ me will you get you a match with Lance Winters? You think tryna take me on is gonna boost ya chances at gettin’ any match with--

Ava rolls her eyes as Risky continues to talk, obviously not listening. The door opens again and he’s interrupted by a crew person as the crew person begins to speak Ava quietly picks up one of the nearby folding chairs and brings it down hard on the crew person’s head. When the man crumples at her feet, she looks back up at Risky with an arched eyebrow, the chair still head menacingly in her hands.

AVA ADORE: You were saying? Hopefully, your grammatically incorrect rambling was going to end with my match being booked?

Risky looks down at the crew member and back up to Ava shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: YO WHAT THE FUCK?! Look fine whatever. I’ll talk to Lance about it, just get the fuck out of my office with all that shit.

A smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she tosses the chair to him to catch, turning to leave his office.

AVA ADORE: Mr. Bridges… please don’t make me come back and ask again.

With that, she slips out of his office and shuts the door behind her. Lyle walks over to the knocked out crew member and nudges him with his foot.

LYLE RISKY: Aye bruh. Get up. Fuck out my office.

The scene soon fades away with Lyle shaking his head.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen the following tag team contest is your main event of the evening!

Acércate, bandida...
Hagámoslo a escondidas.
Sé que tienes un hombre,
Y que a el le respondes.


The lights in the arena go dim as "Bandida" by Zion y Lennox hits the sound system. A shot of fireworks hit the rafters as Cyncica crawls out onto the stage to a big ovation from the crowd. She stands to her feet and takes a long, hard look at the crowd before slowly making her way down the ramp, tossing her cape around to cover her face.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, from the Land of Wizardy... Cynnnciiicaaaaa!

She stops midway down the ramp and looks out into the crowd, unbuckling her cape and putting it on one of the younger members of the audience. She dashes toward the ring and slides underneath the ropes before crawling into her corner almost cat like.

ALEX CORRA: I seriously can't word how much I hate this... thing. Strong debating getting into the ring here in HKW and putting an end to this nonsense myself.

BRIAN MASON: Ah, so then you could cry about how HKW is holding you down, similar to what you're doing with CCP?

Cyncica hops back to her feet and rests in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.

ALEX CORRA: ... I'll kill you, Mason. They won't ever find your body...

The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, causing the crowd to erupt as the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The cheers grew even louder as the sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage.

Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?


The fans were in a fever pitch as Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. He gave a small smile and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring.

Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you


He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isle way.

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

He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand before he slid inside of the ring.

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry


XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up 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. There's still no sign of Felicity or Ina Ina as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of 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 and Ina Ina come out of the curtain arm in arm with Brad Kane not too far behind them. The spotlight shines over top of the trios as Felicity holdsthe World Championship high in he air. Felicity and Ina let go of one another and taunt the crowd, laughing in their face as they make their way down the isle. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity and Ina get a prematch pep talk from the veteran Kane as Cynica and Xavier keep their eyes on their opponents.

Rolling high, leather and Louis
Keep it trill, that's what good
Kiss my momma, show that love
Pop them bottles in that club
I heard your boo was talking lip
I told my crew to smack that trick
Smack that trick, smack that trick
Guess what they did, smack that trick


Once in the ring, Felicity spins around the ring in a circle until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, the HKW Championship swinging around with her while Ina Ina lays down against the ropes, mouthing off to Xavier and Cyncica.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And their opponents! Accompanied to the ring by Brad Kane... INA INA and FELICITY BAANKS!

Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and hands it to Kane before glancing at crowd and climbing up to the middle rope with Ina going up with her. They stare out into the crowd with the World title high in the air. Finally, Felicity flings the championship around her shoulder and makes a heart with her hands, breaking it in half and taunting the crowd as she hops back into the ring and patiently waits for the match to begin while Ina continues barking at Xavier and Cyncica.

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DING DING DING

As the bell tolls, Xavier Asher Daniels steps out onto the apron while Ina and Felicity play rock, paper, scissor to see who’ll start the match. Felicity wins after paper covers rock as Ina exits the ring, leaving Felicity glaring at Cyncica. There’s a momentary stare down between the two until Felicity shoots in for a takedown, but Cyncica cartwheels out of the way and hits Felicity with a dropkick to the back of the head. Felicity staggers to the ropes and bounces off them before Cyncica wraps her arms around Felicity’s waist and goes for a German suplex, but the champ blocks the attempt and blasts Cyncica with an elbow to the face.

Felicity waits for Cyncica to turn around before she brings her down with an arm drag, and follows it up with a reverse chinlock.

BRIAN MASON: Some good mat wrestling from both Felicity and Cyncica thus far.

ALEXA CORRA: Just want that dumbass mask of Cyncica’s ripped off already.

Felicity releases the chinlock and soccer kicks Cyncica straight in the spine before tagging in Ina Ina. Ina climbs to the top rope as Felicity brings Cyncica down with a snap suplex, Ina following it with a beautiful frog splash! She makes the cover.


ONE!


TWO!



Kickout at two by the masked hero of HKW. Ina toys with Cyncica some, slapping her in the back of the head until she rises to her feet. Ina goes for a running front dropkick, but as she bounces off the ropes Cyncica was right there and catches Ina with monkey flip that sends Ina halfway across the ring. Cyncica dashes toward Ina and grabs a hold of her arm before pulling the challenger to her corner, and tags in Xavier to a big pop.

RANDY THE PILOT: That boy XAD!

Xavier bumrushes the ring and begins whaling away on Ina with a fury of kicks until he sends her flying into the far turnbuckle. He glances at Felicity and blows a kiss in her direction before charging toward Ina and blasting her with a high knee to the face. Xavier and Felicity share some words, with Felicity getting into the ring only to be stopped by the referee. With the referee tending to Felicity, Ina sneaks up behind Xavier and hits him where the sun doesn’t shine!

BRIAN MASON: Blatant low blow from Ina Ina!

ALEXA CORRA: Perrrrfect!

The crowd boos heavily as Ina crawls her way toward Felicity and makes the tag to the World champion. Felicity struts circles around Xavier who’s still recovering from the low blow, shifting her focus to Cyncica. Felicity taunts Cyncica and proceeds to flip her off, much to the delight of Brad Kane on the outside. The champ turns her attention back to her opponent at Almost Famous who looks to be rising to his feet, only to be caught with leap-frog fameasser! Felicity hooks the leg and the referee gets in position..


ONE!


TWO!



Kickout by Xavier at two. Felicity shines off a small grin as she grabs a handful of Xavier’s hair and walks him toward her teams corner. Ina makes the tag by slapping Felicity’s back as Felicity continues to hold onto Xavier only until Ina blasts him with a running boot to the back of the head! Felicity and Ina mockingly skip around the ring until the referee nearly forces Felicity out while Ina mounts overtop of Daniels.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Fel and Ina make a deadly duo in the ring, bruh. Ain’t no denyin’ that.

ALEXA CORRA: They’re deadly in every match, Randy. Glad you’re starting to recognize though.

Cyncica starts clapping her hands, getting the fans behind Xavier as Ina tries to apply a modified arm triangle, but Xavier uses knees to free himself, bashing them repeatedly into the back of Ina’s skull. Both competitors race to their feet, getting up almost simultaneously. They head toward their respective corners…

ALEXA CORRA: INA MAKES THE TAG TO FELICITY!

BRIAN MASON: XAVIER MAKES THE TAG TO CYNCICA!

Felicity charges into the ring, but Cyncica springboards into and lands on Felicity with a seated senton! Cyncica doesn’t let up on the attack, jumping back to her feet and connecting with a standing moonsault on the HKW World champion. With Felicity down, Cyncica climbs up to the top rope and waits for the champion to rise to her feet. When she does, Cyncica soars off and connects with a beautiful blockbuster neckbreaker to a big pop from the crowd. She hooks the leg and makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THR----NO!




Ina Ina breaks the count up! Ina begins clubbing away at the back of Cyncica, the referee starting to lose control of the whole thing. Xavier Asher Daniels flies into the action and begins firing away at Ina Ina until the two roll out of the ring, leaving only Felicity and Cyncica in the ring. Felicity staggers to her feet and notices reeling from the stiff blows from Ina, positioning herself in the corner before attempting her patent Bank Shot.

ALEXA CORRA: Knock that bitches face off, champ!

Cyncica stands up and turns around…

RANDY THE PILOT: BANK SHOT!!!

No! Cyncica ducks underneath it and executes a picture perfect release tiger suplex! Cyncica rises to her feet and points at the sky. She climbs to the top rope when suddenly, Talia Valen is seen dashing down the ramp with a steel pipe in hand.

BRIAN MASON: What is she doing out here? No one in this match is in the All or Nothing series?

Valia hops onto the apron and blasts Cyncica in the back of the knee with the lead pipe causing the disqualification!

DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Your winners of this as a result of a disqualification… Cyncicaaa and Xavier Asher Danielssss!!!

The announcement made by Sadie doesn’t seem to bother Felicity who begins coming to, a wide grin to her mug as she watches Cyncica clutch at her ankle. Valen enters the ring and makes her way toward Felicity, helping the HKW champion to her feet before the two allies turn their attention back to Cyncica. Xavier Asher Daniels manages to fight off Ina long enough to slide in the ring and go after Felicity and Valen, but Brad Kane interjects and blasts XAD with a roundhouse straight to the temple!

ALEXA CORRA: That had to hurt!

With both Cyncica and Xavier down, Kane slides out of the ring and rips apart the steel steps while the trio of ladies stare at the carnage they’ve caused. Kane slides the steel steps into the ring as Felicity makes her way toward Xavier. She sits down next to him and grabs a handful of his hair before screaming “I’M THE CHAMPION” in his face repeatedly. Felicity lifts XAD to his feet and sends him over to Kane who positions XAD’s head in between his legs. Felicity climbs up to the top rope just as Kane lifts Xavier Asher Daniels over the steel steps….

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! Spike piledriver on the steel steps! Xavier’s neck might be broken!

Xavier’s body folds down like an accordion, the crowd hushed by the actions in the ring. But that wasn’t enough… The four turn their attention to Cyncica who is still favoring her right ankle. Ina slides back into the ring with two steel chairs and hands one to Talia. The two give each other a wink before smashing down on Cyncica with the steel chairs over and over and over and over again until they were bent and unusable.

ALEXA CORRA: B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

There’s a wide grin on the face of Felicity Banks as she gets handed her championship. Paramedics and EMT’s rush to the ring to check on Cyncica and Xavier Asher Daniels while Valen, Ina Ina, Kane, and Banks stand in the ring with their arms raised in the air as Defiance comes to a close.

Winners via disqualification - Cyncica and Xavier Asher Daniels (14:01)
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