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Boston, Massachusetts ;
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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 Matthews Arena in Boston. 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 blockbuster TWENTIETH edition of Defiance!

ALEXA CORRA: I swear to God, Mason. If you don't hand over that --

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh, guys? We're live.

ALEXA CORRA: .... Helloooooooo everyone! Not that I'm happy to see you or anything, but welcome to another episode of Defiance. As our GM would say... YAAAAYYY!

BRIAN MASON: The perky you is... Weird. Really weird.

RANDY THE PILOT: While these love muffins are still settling their differences, let ol' Randy run down the card for ya! Tonight, in our MAIN FREAKING EVENT, BRUH! We got a No Limits championship match! Ahhh yeah, pimp! It's gon' be Colton Sterling making his very first, and possibly his last title defense against Killuminaughty's own, Ina Ina!

ALEXA CORRA: You started with the main event? You never start with the fucking main event! Now I don't what know what to go to next!

BRIAN MASON: How about the All or Nothing Series matches we have planned? Or the wrestlers we have debuting for the Defiance brand tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Eh, fuck all that. Felicity's not wrestling... Lance isn't wrestling... Perello's not wrestling... This might very well be the worst Defiance in the history of Defiance!

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

BRIAN MASON: Well, some of our superstars still have lingering injuries from Destiny, but I'm sure we'll have an update on some of them before the nights end. For now, lets send it to the back!

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The camera picks up backstage with Gia Levi now coming out of a black sports car with a friend in tow. She has a pair of Rayban sunglasses on even though there is no sun around, mostly trying to cover herself from the public eye who were seen flashing pics as she started making her way toward the arena. Once inside she walks straight to her locker room where she throws her bag to the side. Letting out an exaggerated sigh she looks over to the female friend that came along with her.

GIA LEVI : Pretty intense huh Mimi?

She states with a smile on her face while looking for something now inside her bag.

MIMI : I’d say, but this is what you signed up for isn’t it...Contract can’t be broken right?

GIA LEVI : Yeah.

She laughs

GIA LEVI : Though I am pretty sure I can still get fired if i pulled what i pulled at the last promotion I was hired by. This is more like a fresh start for me rather than looking back at the past mistakes that I’ve made...not that there has been a lot of those, you know I lead a bomb existence.

MIMI : You always the confident one.

GIA LEVI : You know me. Confidence is the key of life, specially in this business darling, I cannot be walking around being scared that I will step on someone’s foot. Is cut throat and they are all just waiting to nit pick your weakness. Well, I rather leave them guessing than anything else.

MIMI : So this match that you have tonight you're not nervous at all?

She stops looking through her bag to eye up her friend. She bites her bottom lip down and then shrugs.

GIA LEVI : I’ll be fine, I seen those two through twitter and they strike me more as a pair of teeny boppers who are interested in the latest One Direction song and new Pokemon game, nothing to get serious about.

MIMI : But you said that you haven’t even met your partner for the night, shouldn’t you two be going through strategy of what to do out there.

GIA LEVI : I guess thats what we should be doing, but I am not going to drive myself crazy around the arena looking for the carbon copy of Barbie. if the cheap imitation of a doll wants to talk about our match she can come get me and I’ll be down to discuss something, but either way I know what I will be doing out there and that’s exactly what I did last week with Ms. Lestrange, now i just have to beat the shit out 2 instead of 1.

Mimi lets out a laugh.

MIMI : Brutal.

GIA LEVI : Now and forever.

She smiles as it fades out.

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Nina Stokes enters the picture and begins to walk down the hallway towards the women’s locker room. She is already dressed in her ring attire. Having reached the locker room the locker room, Nina slowly opens the door and walks inside. The locker room is fairly empty; she scans around until she spots Jade Wylder.

JADE WYLDER: Oh I'm sorry I thought nobody was in here....

Jade Wylder had just joined HKW a few weeks ago....she was really, nervous about working here because Hard Knox' edgy product certainly looks out of place for Jades soft nature, a combination that doesn't fit at all. Jade looks at Nina in front of her and she immediately recognized her.

JADE WYLDER: Hey, I know you, you're my tag team partner tonight right? I'm Jade, it's nice to meet you.

Jade smiles.

NINA STOKES: I’m sorry, I didnt mean to startle you. I’m Nina; it’s nice to meet you too.

Nina takes a seat on the near by bench.

NINA STOKES: Are you excited for our match!? I don’t know about you, but this is my first televised match. Ha, it’s going to be a little bit different; but everything should be all good.

She looks up at Jade.

NINA STOKES: If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been wrestling?

JADE WYLDER: Well, I'm still fairly new believe it or not heh....I only debuted around 2012 and I only wrestled for like two places, even won a title during those days....but after the closure of the second promotion, I wrestled around the indies and got my arm injured unfortunately.

Jade sighs.

JADE WYLDER: From there I took a year off from it but took a close look at companies I am interested and here I am now.

She smiles.

NINA STOKES: Oh wow; that’s awesome!

Nina runs her fingers through her hair.

NINA STOKES: I’ve haven’t been a champion or anything, but I did win a couple of big matches when I was training in KWI. I won’t let you down out there, I assure you.

Jade feels a little nervous for a moment. She is being depended on for this tag match and is afraid of screwing up, whatever happens, I will put on my best show she thinks.

JADE WYLDER: I won’t let you down too.

Jade smiles.

JADE WYLDER: I mean I haven’t really been wrestling for a year so it will show.

She laughs nervously.

JADE WYLDER: I just hope we don’t lose this match, I would feel bad siiiiiigh.

Nina senses that Jade is a bit nervous.

NINA STOKES Hey, there’s no need to be nervous or anything.

Nina smiles.

NINA STOKES As long as we go out there and do our best, I’m sure we’ll be fine.

A few seconds later, an official pops into the locker and signals that it’s almost time for the match. Nina gets up off of the bench.

NINA STOKES Well, looks like it’s almost most show-time. I’ll see you out there ok?

Nina walks out of the locker room.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen the opening contest is a tag team match!

"Let it Go" by Super 73 plays, and Jade Wylder comes out. She shakes her body like a belly dancer then bends down and up, flipping her blond hair over her eye.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first from Bergen County, New Jersey. Weighing in at 130 pounds. JADE WYLDER!

She skips towards the ring, slapping some hands from her fans and slides into the ring. Jade then jumps up into the middle turnbuckles and raises her hands up, waving them around like she don't care. Jade jumps down from the turnbuckles and waits for her partner.

RANDY THE PILOT: Perky lil' thang.

ALEXA CORRA: Annoying, you mean.

"West Coast (Dan Auerbach mix)" by Lana Del Rey begins to play. After a few seconds, Nina walks out from behind the curtains. After taking a few steps, Nina drops down to own knee. Nina lifts her head up a little bit and looks out at the crowd. She raises a fist and stands up as the crowd cheers; she then walks to the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: From Seattle, Washington. Weighing in at 115 pounds. NINA STOKES!

Upon reaching the ring, Nina gets on the ring apron and wipes her boots before jumping inside. She takes off her hood and raises her hands to the crowd. She then takes off her jacket and waits in the corner with her partner.

BRIAN MASON: This young lady had just graduated from the KWI and she looks to begin her professional career with a big win here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: You know the backstory of every new HKW signing, or just the hot ones?

BRIAN MASON: I... I--

RANDY THE PILOT: Hah, she got you there, Mase.

"Boss's Daughter" by Pop Evil hits the P.A system and the lights turn down low. Pink and purple lights fan around the arena as the blonde beauty steps out from backstage, smirking deviously towards the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: From Stockholm, Sweden. Weighing in at 117 pounds. SAMANTHA MONROE!

She doesn't show much attention towards the fans, but struts down the ramp and waits before getting into the ring.

“Makina” By Los Teke Teke blasts the sound system prompting the self proclaimed “Mermelada” To step out of the curtains sporting her seductive assamble. She stops on the entrance way posing for the cameras, flicking her hair and sending her “Fans” kisses as she joyfully begins to walk toward the ring, winking and strutting like she was in a Milan fashion show.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: From Queens, New York. Weighing in at 119 pounds. She is the self proclaimed Mermelada of wrestling, the beautiful. GIA LEVI!

Once near the steps, she stops and kisses both her shoulders and runs up to the ring and then slides under the bottom rope while flipping her hair back. Her partner gets into the ring.

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Nina gets into her respective corner, so does Gia Levi. Jade and Sam circle around each other, and look at each other. They then jump into a lock, and Jade pushes her to the corner. She then whips her towards the other turnbuckle. Sam then runs, and Jade follows. Sam then makes it over there, and puts her two hands on the ropes and pushes her up where Jade went under her. Jade smacks into the turnbuckle, and Sam grabs her from behind and performs a german suplex. Jade gets flung to the middle of the ring, she jumps up and manages to clothesline the young Sam. Jade then looks at the crowd and puts her hands in the air to gain more momentum from them.

Jade then walks over and tags Nina in. Nina then gets in, and walks over to Sam, and double foot stomps on her. Sam rolls around, and Nina picks her up. She whips her to the ropes, and then Nina hits the other ropes, and does a missile dropkick, literally almost knocking her out. Nina goes for the cover.


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Kickout.


BRIAN MASON: What could of been a great victory for Nina and Jade. But Samantha Monroe doesn't allow that to happen!

ALEXA CORRA: Wake me up when this match ends.

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh....Oh....Oh..... Oh.... Oh...

ALEXA CORRA: Are you hypervent.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! OH MY GOD THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!

You can hear a cookie a sheet being smacked across Randy's head.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayy didn't know you were into that, Alexa.

ALEXA CORRA: Ugh.

BRIAN MASON: Looks now that Nina Stokes has Samantha in a Guillotine Choke. A devastating move. Will Samantha give up?

Samantha maneuvers around so she doesn't tap out. Nina has her in the submission hold pretty good. Samantha then rolls around to get out of the submission, eventually Nina lets go of her. Nina then picks her up, and whips her to the ropes, Samantha then hits the ropes, and Nina goes for a clothesline, but Samantha ducks, and hits the other ropes. Nina then goes for a second clothesline attempt but fails. Samantha hits the other ropes again. Nina then leaps over her, and Samantha hits the other ropes again. Nina then tosses her over. But Samantha gets up quick. Nina letting her guard down, she meets victim to Samantha's dropkick. Samantha then drops to the mat, catching her breath. She then looks over to Gia ready to make the tag. Samantha then gets up, and goes to tag Gia in. But Gia looks at her in disgust.


BRIAN MASON: Uh, what's Gia doing? Why isn't she tagging herself in?

Samantha's jaw drops, and mouths something to her. Gia puts up her hand to shut her up. Samantha doesn't understand. Gia then drops down to the ground. And the crowd boos her. Samantha starts yelling 'Are You Fucking Kidding Me'. Gia then goes to leave the ring side!

BRIAN MASON: I don't believe it! Gia Levi is leaving! How could she do this?

ALEXA CORRA: That's a bummer. But I can't blame her.

Samantha then walks over, and looks out to Gia and starts yelling at her from afar. Nina then opens her eyes, and then looks at Jade who is motioning her to go ahead and an execute a pin. Nina nods. Gia then stays at the stage with her arms folded. Nina then creeps over, and goes for the pin. But Samantha pissed off, rolls over to deny the pin. Nina then gets up, and the already pissed off Samantha then goes to punch her opponent and lands a pretty good amount. Samantha then screams out loud, and dropkicks Nina out of the ring. Samantha then looks over at Jade. Jade then gets into the ring. Samantha then runs over to her, and two start brawling.

Samantha then throws her down to the mat, and then begins to kick the unholy hell out of Jade then going to the mat, and takes her head and starts bashing Jade's head to the mat over and over. Eventually, Nina gets back into the ring, and runs to kick Samantha in the head, almost knocking her out. Nina then picks her up, and goes to the perform the STEP UP DDT. Being the legal person, Nina goes for the cover.


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DING.DING.DING.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Your winners by pinfall. JADE WYLDER AND NINA STOKES!

As Nina and Jade celebrate their first victory in Hard Knox Wrestling, Gia Levi patiently waits for her opponents to exit the ring and charges down the entrance ramp!

BRIAN MASON: What is Gia doing?! This match is over!

Gia stalks her partner, waiting for her to get up. Once Samantha rises to her feet, she turns around and gets hit with the G-Spot implant DDT by Gia! The crowd boos Gia heavily as she taunts the crowd, looking down at the immobile Monroe. She screams some obscenities in her direction before exiting the ring.

Winner: Jade Wylder and Nina Stokes (8:21)

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The scene opens with Damien Marks standing in front of the interview area to a backdrop of the HKW Defiance logo. He's dramatically looking into the camera to ensure tip-top freshness as he clears his throat.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight shit we gon' try ta look fa Ina Ina fine ass. She gon' get this good dic--uh I meant-interview namsayin?

Damien's face goes Russell Westbrook at the cameraman after he utters something too muffled for the capacity crowd to understand. Defiance interview sucks his teeth and laughs him off.

DAMIEN MARKS: Bet I get dem digits tho. B-Bet I get dem digits tho. Fuck outta here with allat bullshit.

Suddenly, Damien Marks is surrounded by a group of blue jeans, black suspenders, flannel vests and steel toe boots. He doesn't notice Anglo Saxon Heritage creep up from behind him until the cameraman points. Damien turns around and tries to pretend he isn't shook. Billy Joe gets in the interviewer's face and looks at him almost fascinated that he hasn't taken off running like Daquan the stagehand. Bo stands behind him, planting the rebel flag so that it overlaps the Defiance logo backdrop. Brick and Baron stand on the other side of Damien, but the boy stands his ground.

DAMIEN MARKS: Man...it's just dem Beverly Hillbillies....Fuck yall niggas want whoodie? Ya'll got my great granddaddy on some bullshit I aint goin out like this...

Damien goes so far as to put up his dukes. Billy Joe calmly places his hand on Damien's shoulder, causing him to swing away.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Calm down boy. We got bigga fish to fry t'night.

BRICK MCCLEARY: I AINT WANNA TALK T' NO NIGRA!! HE SMELL LIKE HOT SAUCE N STUFF! SHOOT MIGHT AS WELL GON TAKE EM T' THE TRAIL OL BILLY...

Bo waves his hand for Brick to come next to him. Hesitant at first, Brick takes a few steps back and shakes his head knowing what he has coming to him. Bo nods, and points at the flag hinting at letting Brick hold it (something he always asks to do but gets shut down by Billy because he's so clumsy). Brick's face lights up and he walks over in front of Bo to the flag. Catching the bait, Bo comes over and smacks Brick upside the head inciting laughter in Baron. Brick jumps up and down clutching the back of his head as makes his way over next to Baron, slapping him in the chest for laughing. Damien doesn't really know how to react to any of this.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aye man aye take yall 3 stooge ass mufuckas on somewhere!

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Shut up Nigger, I ain't ask you to talk. We gon have ourselves a lil interview here boys. And we don't need no mongol jigaboo asking us questions.

Baron McCleary snatches Damien by the neck and pulls him from out of the scope of the lens. Billy Joe takes the microphone that fell out his hand and looks into the camera.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: So tonight, my good ol brother Bo here gon' be competin in the No Limits Rankins! Lookin' at this lineup for ol' Bo all I see is a ching-chong, some random feller Gu and a man by the name of Atwater. Now Atwater done caught ol Bo's attention...in the worse way.

Bo snarls before cracking his neck and knuckles as Baron grabs the rebel flag.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Ya see he got this slogan go a lil something like this: Errybody taps...Lemme splain something to you Shane Atwaer. Errybody doesn't tap. Bo sure don't. You ain't been in the ring wit nobody spectacula' to claim no mess like that. Shoot, none of yall in this match been in there wit some quite like Bo aint' that right Bo? Gon' tell em a thing or two.

Billy Joe hands the microphone to Bo who is damn near salivating with fire in his eyes. He stands staring into the camera for a few moments before finally putting the mic up to his face.

BO MCCLEARY: *grunts*

Billy Joe takes the microphone from him shaking his head.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Whoa whoa there Bo don't tell em the gameplan! Them some pretty strong words you gotta go out and backup now. I still don't think ya'll in H-K-Dubya take Anglo Saxon Heritage, The McCleary brothers serious just yet. Even the damn tag team champeewees ain't takin us serious. Management don' gave them Neon sissies shots before us but that's ok. At Almost Famous we gon go getherdone WAHOOOOO!!!!!

The group collectively "WAHOOO"s minus Bo who's still intensely looking into the camera.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: I guess it's cuz we ain't got no owner pullin' strings for us boys. Maybe it's a cuz everyone too damn yella to approach us. Or hell, it could be cuz we ain't doin' it right. Bo gonna make his way up that No Limit ladder. Brick n Baron gon grab them tag titles. Shoot might een get ol Billy Joe back in action of these days cuz I aint just no talker...I'M A WALKER TEXAS RANGER I TELL YA WHAT! We ain't gotta interrupt no matches to beat the hell outta ya for now reason to make a statement. We ain't gotta shut the lights off in the damn arena and pop em back on witta noose synched up to the stage for 'timidation. No siree. We though bout it, ya bet ya right teste we did. But nawwl.

Ya know we ain't got no quarrels playin' the background and lurkin' round in the shadows makin' ourselves look like drunken un-edgemacated rednecks. Oh no we don't. Cuz ya see one of these days yall gonna look up and around and realize Anglo Saxon Heritage the ones wit all the bacon. And booyyyyy thats gon' be some good eatin!

Billy Joe laughs as he drops the mic and steps off camera. The rest of A.S.H. follows suit as Bo gives more grunts to the camera before walking off of the scene.

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Hiroyoshi Suzuki defeats Bo McCleary, Brian Gun and Shane Atwater via pinfall on Brian Gun at 11:15. This match started off with chaos with Shane Atwater and Bo McClearly singling each other out, and taking the fight to one another. For a moment, it seemed as if Hiroyoshi and Gun were just going to watch Bo and Atwater go at it throughout the entire match, but the two would eventually take their fight all the way back to the backstage area, leaving only Gun and Hiroyoshi in the ring.

It looked as if Gun had the match right where he wanted after a jumping leg lariat, but Hiroyoshi kicked out at two. As the match progressed, both men seemed to leave everything they had in the ring, but Hiroyoshi would counter an impaler attempt by Gun and put him away with the Suzuki Smasher for the win.

Winner via pinfall Hiroyoshi Suzuki [11:15]

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We head to the backstage area of the arena, where HKW interviewer Kenzie J. Valerie is seen.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: I'm here with my guest at this time, Danny Diamond.

The audience lets out a largely mixed reaction as the camera pans out a bit to reveal Danny standing next to Kenzie, his girlfriend Skye Sapphire to his left.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: Danny, thank you for taking the time out to be interviewed.

DANNY DIAMOND: Not a problem, love.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: I guess I'll start off with the question on everyone's mind. Why did you attack Joey Miles on Defiance XIX?

Danny lets out his signature grin, before chuckling lightly whilst looking down. He looks back up at Kenzie.

DANNY DIAMOND: Attack? Is that what they're calling it? I call it a wake up call. See, Joey is something special. There aren't many people in this industry with as much charisma or passion for wrestling as him. The guy is a star who's yet to reach his full potential. Instead of doing just that, reaching his full potential, he squanders it away by acting like an idiot and constantly doubting himself. If there's one thing you need to be a professional wrestler, it's confidence. Hell, I'm full of confidence and my accolades speak for themselves. But this isn't about me. I train winners, Kenzie. That's all I train. Just like my father before me, I train the best. Joey has that potential to become one of the greats, whether people want to admit it or not. He just needs to reach out and grab it. When I kicked him on Defiance and left an imprint of the sole of my boot on his neck, it wasn't an attack. I don't dislike Joey. If I did, I wouldn't be training him. I did it for one simple reason and that is to wake him up. He needs to realize that being a professional wrestler is tough, and striving to be the best if even more so, but you can't just give up. You can't just take a couple of losses and say that's it, goodbye folks. That's not how it works. Nobody starts off as the best. Fuck, I lost to The Kotzebue Kid early in my career, and for those who don't know who he is, that's a very bad thing. The point is, you keep at it. You keep training and getting better. Eventually, one day, if you're truly good enough, if you've truly put in the work needed, you'll be one of the greats.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: What exactly do you expect to happen at Almost Famous, when you face Joey? Do you think Joey has a chance of beating you? Do you want Joey to beat you?

DANNY DIAMOND: I don't want Joey to beat me, nor do I think he has much of a chance to do that. Does he have a chance? Absolutely. Anything can happen in wrestling. Is it a good chance? Not at all. I'm a 2WWF legend and working on becoming the same in XWA. Joey is still new to being a competitor. Sure, I've taught him well, but I've not nearly taught him everything I know. As for if I want him to beat me, like I said, no. I do want him to give me a challenge. I want him to break out the best in me. But I don't want to lose. I never want to lose. Nobody should ever want to lose, no matter what the challenge is. My hope, and what I expect to happen at Almost Famous, is that Joey proves to me, the HKW audience and, most importantly, himself that he can hang with the big dogs. I don't expect the same Boobplexing, foul word blasting, drug addicted idiot that everyone has come to know at Almost Famous. I expect my pupil. I expect the man I'm training. I expect the future of HKW. If I don't get what I expect, trust me when I say a kick to the neck will pale in comparison to what Joey will deal with. I'm not holding back, so I damn sure don't expect him to.

KENZIE J. VALERIE: Alright, well, thank you for your time, Danny.

DANNY DIAMOND: Not a problem.

Danny smiles and nods at Kenzie, before him and Skye walk off and the scene fades away.

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

"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. 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.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 180 pounds, he is DREW THORNTON!

BRIAN MASON: Drew would certainly love to get on the board here tonight after a hard fought match against Zakk Lewis two weeks ago.

ALEXA CORRA: You see, here’s the problem. Drew’s an almost guy all the time. He ALMOST beat Zakk Lewis. He ALMOST beat Brian Gun. He ALMOST beat Joey Perello. But he didn’t on all three occasions and he won’t tonight.

'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 puases, 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


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And his opponent, from New York, New York; she is rated TV-MA.... Televised Violence... Talia Valen!

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

BRIAN MASON: Can Talia Valen make up for her error last Defiance?

RANDY THE PILOT: She better do something. Another loss would probably really fuck up her chances.

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As the bell rings, the two competitors circle the ring before going for a lockup. Talia quickly changes her mind about the lockup and drives her knee into the gut of Drew, keeling him over. She then drives an elbow onto the back of the head of Drew Thornton, knocking him down onto the mat. She then stomps the head of Thornton before running her hand throughout her hair and looking out at the audience, who boos her. Talia then grabs Drew and slowly gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him into a corner. She then charges forward and goes for a corner splash, but Drew ducks her and she hits the corner before he goes for a rollup from behind!

BRIAN MASON: Thornton’s trying to steal one here!

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KICKOUT!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, thank god! Could you imagine if she had lost this way twice?!

Talia and Drew get to their feet around the same time after the kickout, but Talia is quicker and nails Drew in the gut with a right boot. She then grabs the young man out of Harrisburg and tosses him into the steel post supporting one of the corners, his right shoulder connecting with the steel post! Talia smirks as she waits for Drew to back up, holding his shoulder in pain, before charging forward and driving her knee into his back, sending him spilling through the ropes and falling right out of the ring onto the floor outside. The audience boos as Talia just laughs at Drew before rolling out of the ring to keep going on the attack.

Valen quickly grabs Thornton and gets him up to both feet before tossing him into the barricade close by. The audience continue to boo Valen as she peels Thornton off of the barricade and then sends him crashing into the steel steps as the ref’s count gets to five. Once the ref’s count is at seven, Valen rolls Thornton back into the ring before sliding in herself and going for the cover, hooking the outside leg!

RANDY THE PILOT: Valen going for that three count...

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TW-KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Was that even a two count?

ALEXA CORRA: Somebody get me some tape. I’m getting ready to knock out Mase right now.

Talia grabs Drew by the head and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him into the corner again, this time to a different one. Drew hits the corner and leans up against it, and Talia quickly charges forward, doing a handspring before hitting Drew right in the face with a springboard back elbow! Talia moves out of the corner and Drew stumbles forward before dropping to all fours, shaking his head. Talia taunts the audience just a bit before walking over to Drew, who tries to crawl away, and grabbing him by the head again. Once she gets him up to both feet, Talia kicks him in the gut again, keeling him over. She then proceeds to hook both of his arms before going for a double underhook suplex...but fails to pull up Drew as he outweighs her! Talia attempts again, but this time seems to be even worse as Drew sends her over his head and over the ropes before she hits the floor hard and the ref begins counting!

BRIAN MASON: What a reversal by Drew Thornton!

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ALEXA CORRA: Come on, Talia get back in there!

Talia grabs the apron to slowly help herself up before sliding back into the ring. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she gets to her feet, Drew is there to catch her with a nasty european uppercut that takes her off of her feet, getting a huge cheer from the audience! Talia, dazed and confused from what just happened, slowly gets to her feet before being met with a boot to the gut that keels her over. Drew then puts her head between his legs before lifting her up into a powerbomb and dropping her right onto her back with a nasty powerbomb! Drew quickly follows that up with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Talia manages to get her shoulder up in time, getting a boo from the audience, but Drew doesn’t stop as he quickly gets to his feet and grabs Talia by the head before turning her around, grabbing her by the waist, and nailing a German suplex on her! Drew once again gets to his feet quickly and walks over to the corner before climbing to the top rope. He waits for Talia to get to her feet before jumping off the top rope and nailing her with a flying lariat to cheers from the audience! Drew quickly goes for another cover!

BRIAN MASON: What a flying lariat by Drew Thornton! He could win it right here!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, that was close!

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, we say that all the time about Drew.

Drew can sense victory just around the corner as he gets to his feet and motions for Talia to get to hers as well. Once Talia gets to hers and turns towards Drew before Thornton goes for a spinning heel kick, which he calls “Drewbox 360”...only for Talia to duck the kick, then roll up Drew, grabbing his trunks while doing so! But, the ref doesn’t see it as he goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: She’s got the tights! She’s got the tights!

ONE!

ALEXA CORRA: What the ref doesn’t see goes, Mase!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The winner of this match...TALIA VALEN!

Talia slithers out of the ring after letting go of Drew and backpedals up the ramp as Drew looks at the ref, stunned at what just happened.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ay, what she just did was smart as hell, bruh. Now she got herself some points and ain’t in the negative.

BRIAN MASON: What she did was cheat. And Drew Thornton was screwed here tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, cry me a fucking river, Mase. Talia won. That’s all there is to it.

Winner via pinfall - Talia Valen (9:57)

As Talia Valen celebrates her victory, Drew Thornton, breathing hard, starts to nod his head and people start clapping for him, and getting up and cheering. Drew then walks over and is handed a microphone. He then gets on a knee, and then looks up at the crowd.

DREW THORNTON: It's crazy how far along I've got so far in HKW. To be.. To be part of AONS is an honorable thing. No matter if I win or lose, it's the fact that I put on a great show for the lot of you. Because, you people are the main reason why I come out here and do what I do. I just thank you all so much. I know I'm not the greatest superstar in HKW, but I'm getting there. And I'm doing all of it because of you all. You're my inspiration, believe that. You're also my motivation. To see a kid in the front row smile because he saw me. I became a superhero to him. That's what I love. That's...

"Everybody Loves Me" by One Republic plays, and the crowd immediately boos. Drew Thornton then looks over and starts to sigh, and shaking his head. Brian Gun appears on the stage, and begins to laugh. The music stops. He has a microphone and puts it to his lips.

BRIAN GUN: Drew. Are you still giving everyone that bullshit, soppy spill? Brian Gun thinks that the only reason you're even acting like a treehugger is gain their trust, so they can be on your side and cradle you like a baby when one day Brian Gun defeats you and puts you in the fucking trash can where you belong. You think you're a fucking machine, but you just lost to a woman who practically no one gives a shit about. Now you're trying to cover up embarrassment telling the crowd they are worth a damn. You're so pathetic, Drew. Every since Brian Gun laid eyes on you, he's seen nothing but trash that needed to be thrown away in the dumpster. People make fun of Brian Gun for his purple headband, Brian Gun makes fun of your declining career. You had, what, ONE great match? Brian Gun has had many in THW, and already a bunch here and you've been here before Brian Gun. So who's the embarrassing one now, Drew?

Brian Gun then begins to walk down towards the ring, and gets in. Then getting into his face.

BRIAN GUN: So how's it like, Drew? How does it feel that you're slipping down? You're becoming worthless. What do you wish to do in this company? Become HKW World Champion? Eventually make it into the Hall of Fame? Eventually retire? And then what? Become a trainer. HKW already hired a worthless trainer, and thats Jakob Alexander. He's a Hall of Famer, yet people still shit on him. Is that what you want your future to be? Is it? Brian Gun thinks wrestling isn't cut out for you, bub. You might as well go back to Penn State and get your degree in the medical field, so you can save money by knowing how to heal yourself when Brian Gun gives the beating of your lifetime.

Brian Gun then drops the microphone and then Drew and Gun get into each others faces. The words coming out of their mouth is inaudible, but you can tell they are talking smack. Drew then pushes Gun, and Gun laughs. He then punches Drew square in the face, and the crowd awes. Drew then looks back, and spears Brian Gun, and begins to throw flurry of punches at Brian Gun's head. Gun is bucking up, taking the punches. Drew then gets up, and grabs Gun and whips him to the ropes, Gun hits the ropes, and Drew goes for a clothesline and misses. Gun then hits the other side of the ropes, and jumps from the mat and clothesline Drew. Gun then laughs maniacally as the crowd boos.

But then "The Godfather" theme song remix plays. The crowd gets to their feet as Rhys Baines begins to run down to the ring, Tony Capone and Abel Manco come out as well and stays on the stage. A few of Rhys's soldiers, including Jensen and Lorenzo, run down to the ring with Rhys. The three then slide into the ring, and surround Gun, Gun looking at them in surprise. Drew then crawls to the bottom rope, and gets himself up. The Family then completes the circle around Brian Gun, the crowd all laughing at the Californian. Brian Gun looks at all the people circling him right now, then stands up straight, and begins to laugh uncontrollably. He then turns around and faces Drew. The other three do the same. The crowd then goes "Oh my God" and Drew begins to look confused.

BRIAN MASON: I don't believe it! The Family and Brian Gun are staring down Drew Thornton right now!

Drew then lunges himself at Gun, and the brawl is on. Rhys comes over, and breaks up the fight, before hitting a european uppercut on Drew Thornton, knocking him on his ass. Brian Gun then grabs Drew and in the middle of the ring, Gun performs his finisher BLOW YOU AWAY and Drew goes out cold. The crowd boos as The Family and Gun look out at the crowd. Tony Capone then is seen looking at Abel, and laughs. He then places the microphone he had in his hand to his lips.

TONY CAPONE: Was that surprising? People, people. There is no need to be in an uproar. We've told you that we came to cleanse the filth out of HKW. And Drew Thornton was part of that filth. You all want strong men and women in this company, and we are only cleansing the weak. Is that not what we are, my leader?

Abel then grabs the microphone from Capone.

ABEL MANCO: It's exactly what we are. You can look at us pointing your fingers of disdain wishing bad upon us but, yet again we are not the ones you should be pointing those fingers at. You may think we are a group of bad men that are bring nothing but trouble along with us as we enter the company of Hard Knox Wrestling but that is far from the truth. We are far from the title enemy. We are far from the title bad guy. This isn't a "White Night" get up, no. We are not weak like those from the faction nor do we resemble them in anyway. We aren't a group of villains that wear a mask as if we are the good guys. That stupidness mindset shall not be cast upon us so. We, are The Family. The Family that provides the much needed service that you all wish to receive. And I am not the type of man to keep the people from their wants.

Abel then goes to give Capone the mic. Capone then takes the microphone from Abel.

TONY CAPONE: But why Brian Gun. Why help the already hated Brian Gun? That's because....

Rhys is then seen with a microphone and he grins at Brian Gun.

RHYS BAINES: Because he's one of us. He's part of The Family.

The crowd then gasps, and boos.

RHYS BAINES: Some of you may not like this man, and that's fine by us. But know that what he does from now on is only for the good of this company. Now that he is part of The Family, Brian Gun, like all of us...

Rhys motions to the rest of The Family.

RHYS BAINES: Will do what is best for the health of HKW. Drew here is a man who will try and try and try, so I won't go as far as calling him "filth". But tonight, Drew was used as another example of what happens when we feel that you have become a problem, an injustice, a filthy rat trying to eat away at the crumbs. It's nothing personal, Drew. It just had to happen. And now, with Brian Gun joining our ranks, we seem to be getting stronger...and he's not the last of who we have left. So now we will start focusing on the real filth of HKW, those who seem to be ready to destroy it at a moment's notice. Those who are only here to cause chaos. We are here to demolish any cowards that dare step into this ring and brag about their deeds! The Family will be knocking on your bloody door soon enough, ladies and gentlemen, do not worry about that. And once we finish with some of them, some of which you hate, you will forget all about what just happened here tonight and what we did to your fan favorite, Drew Thornton. So boo us now if you want. Just know that this is all for you.

Rhys then drops the microphone, and grabs Brian Gun's wrist.

TONY CAPONE: Welcome Capo Brian Gun to The Family. You've proven yourself since the beginning.

Then Rhys raises Brian Gun's arm, and the crowd give a mixed reaction now. The scene zooms in on two men in the ring, with the two soldiers behind them, parade resting. With Drew Thornton still out cold in the middle of the ring.

TONY CAPONE: Trust in The Family..
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Heading to the backstage area, the scene opens up with Joey Miles, garnering big cheers from the fans, pacing back and forth in his locker room. Sitting on a chair inside the same locker room is his good friend, Crackhead Sean. Joey is breathing heavily, clearly panicking, as Sean is smoking from a bong, much more relaxed.

JOEY MILES: Fuck, man! What am I gonna do?! I can't face Danny!

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Relax, bro. You got this.

JOEY MILES: I don't got this. I don't got this! I'm facing my fucking trainer! My mentor! He taught me damn near everything I know! How the fuck am I supposed to combat that?!

CRACKHEAD SEAN: He didn't teach you the Boobplex, bro.

Joey stops pacing and stares at Sean.

JOEY MILES: The Boobplex? The fucking Boobplex?! THIS IS SERIOUS, SEAN! I'M NOT GONNA BEAT DANNY FUCKING DIAMOND WITH A GODDAMN BOOBPLEX!

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Look, dude, just calm down. Sit down, relax. Come on.

Joey continues breathing heavily for a bit, before letting out a long sigh and then nodding.

JOEY MILES: You're right. You're absolutely right.

Joey sits down on the chair next to Sean. Sean tries to hand him the bong, but Joey shakes his head.

JOEY MILES: Not right now. I have a match soon.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Come on, man. Just one hit. It'll calm you down.

Joey stares at the bong for a few seconds before sighing again.

JOEY MILES: Fine. One hit.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Fuck yeah, that's the Joey I know.

Sean hands Joey the bong and Joey lights it up, taking a big puff. He holds it i for a bit, as Sean stares at him, waiting for him to release. Once he finally releases, a large amount of smoke comes from his mouth. Joey coughs a few times, apparently taking a bigger hit than he intended to.

JOEY MILES: Alright, fuck, here.

Joey hands the bong back to Sean.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: See? Better, right?

JOEY MILES: Yeah, a little. I just don't know what I'm gonna do, man. Danny's a fucking legend. The guy is good - and I mean GOOD. I'm not even close to his level.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Hey, remember your first match in HKW? It was against Brad Kane. Well, Brad and some other guy who I forgot. But you thought the same thing then. You thought Brad was above your level and you'd stand no chance. And what happened?

JOEY MILES: I lost.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Oh, fuck, yeah. ... Well, that doesn't matter. You tried your best and you gained some respect from the fans for your performance in that match. Win or lose, you go out there and put it all on the line, you'll do the same this time. The only way to become a truly great wrestler is to face truly great wrestlers.

JOEY MILES: Maybe you're right.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: Of course I'm right. I'm Crackhead Sean! I'm always right!

JOEY MILES: What about that time you told me to sneak into the gorilla habitat at the zoo because you heard there was gold in gorilla's shit?

CRACKHEAD SEAN: That was on the internet, okay? How was I to know people can lie on there?

Joey shakes his head, before letting out a light chuckle.

JOEY MILES: Alright, man. My match is up soon. I'll see you when it's over.

CRACKHEAD SEAN: I'll be watching, bro.

Joey gets up, slapping hands with Sean before he exits his locker room. The scene fades out.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a triple threat match… introducing first, Making his way to the ring. From Athens, Greece. "The Titan", Glen....JAKOBS!

Hail to the King plays over the loud speaker as Glen Jakobs walks out from the curtain. He stands on the stage and bangs his chest as he screams in primal rage.

He walks down the ramp glaring at the ring. When he gets to the bottom, he bounces in place before jumping onto the ring apron, causing pyro from the four turnbuckle to go off. He climbs through the ropes and bangs his chest again, pumping the crowd up.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And his opponent, Making his way to the ring, from Capetown, South Africa! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, Malcolm! Xaba!

The opening notes of "Personal Jesus" were sounded, as "Reach out and touch faith!!!!" is sounded over the PA system, immediately triggering a shower of boos from the fans. Malcolm comes out, arms stretched out, acting as if he was a savior to the people, while fans blown underneath him at an angle, to make his hair and shirt flow backwards. They stop, as he advanced towards the ring with an arrogant swagger, before sliding into the ring, and ditching the shirt at ringside before his match.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And finally, their opponent, from Miami, Florida and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, Joey Miles!

"Asshole" by Eminem hits the PA system as Joey slowly makes his way onto the stage. He puts his hands up into the air and soaks in the reaction from the fans before yelling out some random phrase. "Fuck the free World!", "No fat chicks!", "I like it when you call me big poppa!", etc. Joey marches down to the ring with a certain swagger about him before reaching the squared circle and jogging up the steps. He enters the ring, jumps up to the middle turnbuckle and lets out a loud yell.

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The bell rings and these three men look around at each other, sizing each other up waiting for someone to make the first move. Xaba is the first to make a gesture, looking at Miles and pointing over at Glen Jakobs, barking at Joey. Miles nods and quickly points at Xaba and himself, and it looks like they are going to double up on the much bigger man to start things off! The run at him and fire off various punches and kicks at the 7-foot plus man. The get the big man down to a knee, but Jakobs collars Miles and slings him out of the ring by the waistband as Joey crumples to the floor.

Jakobs turns his attentions to Xaba, but Xaba nails a corkscrew neckbreaker taking Glen down. Now Xaba gestures towards Miles distracting the ref in that direction, and he goes around the back of the staggered Jakobs and low blows him, then rolls him up in a schoolboy, a handful of tights. The ref runs over and slides down…

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout by Jakobs, and he’s favoring his groin now. Xaba back up, he waits for Jakobs to rise… Xaba off the ropes and he leaps, but Jakobs snatches him out of the air and drives him down with a spinebuster!! Jakobs hauls Xaba up… an elevated powerbomb position now. And Joey Miles is back up and leaps off the top turnbuckle nailing Xaba with a cross body just as Jakobs started to powerbomb Xaba down. Miles rides him all the way to the mat and stays on for a cover.

ONE!

But Jakobs snatches him right off of Xaba. Jakobs now shoves Miles and points to Xaba, now it looks like Jakobs and Miles will double team Xaba! Jakobs with a massive military press on Xaba, dropping him chest first to the mat. Joey Miles with a running knee drop to the back of Xaba’s head!

BRIAN MASON: Seeing some strange alliances here in such a match.

RANDY THE PILOT: Sort of like closing time at the bar, you never know what sort of pairings you might see. What ya say Alexa, to stay in the spirit?

ALEXA CORRA: You must be joking, otherwise I’m going to beat you.

Joey back up, looking to continue the offense. He picks up Xaba, but Xaba gains a burst of energy and knees him in the gut, nailing a hammerlock DDT. He covers.

ONE!

TWO!!

Jakobs boots Xaba in the head to break the count. Xaba is back up pleading with Jakobs to reconsider things, trying to get him to help him double up on Miles. Jakobs shrugs as if to say why not… and when he goes to get Joey, Xaba runs up behind him and slings Jakobs over the ropes, and he gets a leg tangled in the top two ropes… hanging upside down outside the ring. Xaba just points and laughs at Jakobs. But… Miles is up… FYH… Fuck Your Head on Xaba out of nowhere, the roundhouse kick to the back of his head. Miles rolls up Xaba hooking both legs…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner… JOEY MILES!!!

"Asshole" by Eminem hits the sound system as Joey Miles celebrates his victory. Suddenly, the audience turns their attention to the top of the entrance ramp where Danny Diamond is shown, applauding his friend and protege. Miles gives Danny a respectful head nod as the scene transitions to the back.

Winner via pinfall - Joey Miles (9:46)

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The scene fades in the office of Owners Brandon Banks & Lyle RIsky with “Twerk Off” by. Lloyd feat. Juicy J playing in the ground. The ceiling lights in the office seem to be off but instead lit by neon lights placed around the outlines of the office and around a stripper pole stage. As the camera pans around the small stage Co-Owner Lyle Risky is seen sitting in front wearing a powder blue suit and his hair freshly braided to the back. In the seat next to him is former PDW Platinum Champion, Kucci Mane Kuwop in his signature tropicana flavored polo with khaki chino shorts. Both look up to the ceiling leaving the viewers to wonder what their look at until...A pair of round tan buns come sliding down the pole and onto the stage as the woman splits her legs and makes her butt cheeks bounce one at a time. Risky then tosses a few hundred dollar bills.

LYLE RISKY: Lawd...Lawd….Lawd.

Lyle then takes a quick sip from a tall double cupped styrofoam cup. Kenny takes a sip of his own double cup, revealing a dark purple substance. He sits there pondering for a moment with his Jayden Smith face before shaking his head and turning to Risky.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: You know this shit don’t impress Big Kleatchi like it used to. My baby Seven clap them cheeks way betta than this ho. Where you gettin these bops from? Pin ups?

Kucci puts his cup down on the nearby table and pulls a candy bar out his pocket that read “Kushie Kandy.” He opens it and takes a bite, offering some Risky.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: Don’t get it confused, I’m still the Ass God and she’s Ass God approved, I just ain’t got the urge to throw her in the ring and tag team her with my nigga Damien. Good times. Want some bruh?

Risky looks over to the candy bar. His stomach begins to rumble just a little. He nods taking a piece.

LYLE RISKY: Right on. I don’t know, Mac and Toddy left some ho’s here and was like watch them real quick while they go handle some shit. Don’t ask me what cause I wasn’t all that interested in hearin’ they flucked ass reasons.

Lyle eats the piece of candy which satisfies his stomach for the time being. The stripper then begins to pop her ass in their faces while holding onto the stripper pole. Risky simply smiles and sits back in the chair getting more relaxed.

LYLE RISKY: Wait...Did you just tell me you be tag teamin’ bitches with Damien?! The fuck bruh?! You choose that fluck ass mufucka to fuck a bitch and not Risko?! Risko mufuckin Suave?!

Risky shakes his head and takes a BIG gulp of his lean.

LYLE RISKY: And here I thought KuRiski was loyal.

Kenny watches Risky eat the candy and almost knocks his lean over. He regains composure and clears his throat, acting normal.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: Bruh….you was prolly pissin on Cass with that dude Lance or somethin’ I couldn’t find you. Plus he been tryna get on the team I’m lettin the lil nigga prove himself.

Kucci sips his drink and shrugs his shoulders.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: Besides, you still fuckin Bunny right? Don’t call her that but you know who I mean. Shit we done broke that bitch back out so much might as well say we tagged team her right?

Kenny laughs but it’s cut short as the stripper’s ass smacks him the mouth. He sways his head back slapping her ass, the thud shaking up the entire office.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: Damn bitch can’t you see I’m tryna have a conversation? Shit. Got me feelin’ like Tony in this bitch about the whoop her ass bruh...this grown man shit right here.

However another thud shakes the office but this time it came from outside. It sounded like someone crashed into the door of the office and a scuffle could be heard from inside. Kenny turns to Risky who shrugs in confusion. The stripper holds her ass cheek as if shes was trying to calm it down. Risky begins to laugh, a little bit too much.

LYLE RISKY: HAWT DAMN! HAHAHAHA! Put some ice on that bitch or some shit.

Risky stands up at the loud thud holding his cup in the air.

LYLE RISKY: JUST WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK WAS THAT?! Balto, go check that shit out bruh!

Balto in his corner laying down pops his head up. He then gets ups and walks up to the door. He props himself up and grabs the doorhandle opening the door a bit. He pokes his head out the door and quickly brings it back in barking at Risky & Kenny.

LYLE RISKY: Ah shit.

Kenny gets up out of his seat to see what’s going on. He follows Balto to the door and opens the office door to the scene of a bunch of cameramen and stagehands in a circle watching two men go at each other’s throats.

GUY 1: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GO JUMP IN A FUCKING LAKE! I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO THROW YOU IN ONE.

GUY 2: IT WON’T BE WETTER THAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS LAST NIGHT, PUNK!

GUY 1: YOU SON OF A BITCH

Guy 1 decks Guy 2 in the jaw who answers back with a knee to Guy 1’s breadbasket. The two men trade blows before locking up and trying to throw one another into the wall. Unfortunately, their equal strength goes to a deadlock until Guy 2 headbutts Guy 1, causing him to stagger back a bit. Guy 2 then tackles Guy 1 into the door across the hall. Kenny starts laughing before turning around to Risky who’s rubbing the red spot on the stripper’s ass.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: YOOOO RISKO you gotta peep this bruh!

Risky looks around and back to Kuwop.
LYLE RISKY: Huh? What? Oh yeah!

Risky jogs over and looks out seeing the brawl before his eyes.

LYLE RISKY: AGAIN?!

Within the crowd watching Guy 1 and Guy 2 fight is none other than Reapers President Lance Winters who is seen eating a turbo rocket popsicle laughing while rooting the guy’s on.

LANCE WINTERS: YEAH BEAT HIS ASS! BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS! BEAT OFF IN HIS FACE! BEAT OFF IN HIS FACE!

Lance finishes the popsicle and looks around for a trash can. Doesn’t see one and shrugs as he then flicks the popsicle stick in the middle of the two men fighting. The fight stops for a second as both Guy 1 and 2 look down at the popsicle stick then back up to Lance Winters with blank facial expressions. Quickly, Guy 1 picks the popsicle stick up, wrapping his hand around Guy 2’s neck and trying to force it down his throat.

GUY 1: You said what about my girlfriend that I don’t even have? WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY NOW? YOU’RE IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE AND I’M TREY SONGZ. SAY AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Guy 2 struggles to pry Guy 1’s hands away from him before giving up and spitting dead in his eye. The popsicle stick drops to the floor as Guy 1 steps back wiping his face with his elbow pad. In that time, Guy 2 grabs him by the neck and flings him over a nearby table full of production equipment.

KUCCI MANE KUWOP: Who is these niggas Risko?

Risky stands there shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: Bruh I bet Selena fuckin’ hired these foo’s. I don’t know. These mufuckas been beefin for a few weeks though. I need to make some money on them. Just need to figure out how…

Risky watches Guy 2 flip the passed out Guy 1 before walking away. As the crowd begins to walk away Lance is stands there clapping and whistling calling for an encore. Risky then buries his face in the palm of his hand as the scene fades away.

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The instrumental of Defiance by Righteous Vendetta is playing as the tron shows a woman walking down the hall, checking her hand wraps. The camera pans out, revealing it to be Onyx. The crowd begins to cheer louder as she then looks up and takes a deep breath.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Onyx is ready to take on Jack Warren, who is currently leading in the All or Nothing Series.

ALEXA CORRA: It is actually tied, Mase. Between Jack Warren and Viktor Volkov… Pay attention.

BRIAN MASON: Well she has the opportunity to make it a three way tie here tonight if she can make Jack tap out.

As the feed continues, the camera ventures further back as a door opens a few feet from Onyx, and the World champion Felicity Banks enters the picture. Her appearance alone makes the crowd’s once joyous cheers turn into sour jeers. By the time Onyx looked up, Felicity had already turned to walk down the hall toward her. However, in the moment she noticed her, the World champion immediately stopped. The two simply stood where they were, staring at one another as Felicity adjusted the title on her shoulder. You could cut the tension between these two individuals with a knife.

BRIAN MASON: Oh this can’t be good.

RANDY THE PILOT: What are you talking ‘bout? These hot dogs are delicious.

ALEXA CORRA: I so want Felicity to punch Onyx right now. What she did to Felicity was unacceptable.

BRIAN MASON: Unacceptable? She told Onyx that she wasn’t going to treat her any differently from any other opponent. Onyx just called her out on how she treated some of her other opponents unfairly. So what should Onyx expect if they face each other?

Giving Felicity a small smile, Onyx started to continue on her way slowly as Felicity does the same with a slight limp. As the two begin to cross one another in the hall, Onyx suddenly stops in her tracks, looking at Felicity with concern.

ONYX PAYNE: Felicity, are you going to be ---

Before she could finish, Felicity threw her hands into Onyx’s face, causing her to stop speaking. Felicity pulls her hand back and shakes her hand, an expressionless gleam in her eyes.

FELICITY: Don’t… Just don’t.

Onyx looks back at Felicity as she walks away, giving a hair flip as she does so, not even looking back as Onyx turns away, shaking her head.

ONYX PAYNE: Alright…

Her voice was soft as she looked over her shoulder once more letting out a disappointed sigh before continuing down the path she was walking before.

BRIAN MASON: Coming up next, Onyx is going one on one against Jack Warren!

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is an All Or Nothing series contest… introducing first, From Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, JACK WARREN!

"I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play and the audience lets out a nice pop as through the curtains steps out Jack Warren, looking ready to compete here tonight. He hops up and down twice while on the ramp before Allen Hughes, his manager, steps out from behind the curtain. Once Allen pats Jack on the back, the two begin their walk down to the ring. Jack slaps hands with a couple of fans before sliding into the ring and immediately climbing a corner to the middle turnbuckle. Pointing out to a few fans, he smiles before hopping off the turnbuckle and facing his opponent as he stretches in his corner with his manager shouting words of encouragement to him the entire time.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: And his opponent… Making her way to the ring. From New York by the way of Ohio... ONYX!

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.

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: Looking forward to this one, the plucky young rookie versus the strong silent type.

ALEXA CORRA: Do you ever listen to yourself talk? I mean Jack Warren doesn’t, but you have no excuse… ugh

RANDY THE PILOT: My money’s on Onyx, that girl good!

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The bell rings and we are under way as Onyx squares up in her wide stance, and Warren nods with an air of respect. Warren tries to lock up with her but she dodges and fires off a quick forearm shot and takes him down with a forward Russian leg sweep. Using the momentary quick surprise, she grabs a wrist lock and pulls him back up, firing off a few quick chops before pulling him into a short arm lariat that drops him on his back. Now Onyx bounces off the ropes for a running elbow… but Warren rolled out of the way! Jack Warren up to his feet as Onyx clutches her elbow. Warren grabs her up in a side headlock and brings her to her feet, wrenching on it. With the headlock locked in tight he runs across the ring and bounces her face off the mat with a bulldog. She rolls up to her knees a bit groggy and Warren bounces off the ropes and nails a low dropkick to her sternum, sending her flat on her back. Warren now climbs a turnbuckle and waits for Onyx to rise… and he leaps nailing a crossbody, taking her down to the mat still on for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

Onyx kicks out at two. Warren doesn’t seem too flustered yet and waits for her to rise, then he runs at her… nails a huge spinning discus elbow! He drops down again for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout again by Onyx!

RANDY THE PILOT: Hey Hey, Joey P.’s girl got some life in her yet! Hoo Hoo!

BRIAN MASON: That she does. And this match continues…

ALEXA CORRA: Obviously!

Warren hauls her up and whips her into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline on the rebound… ducked by Onyx! She bounces off the far ropes coming back… she leaps for a Lou Thesz Press! But Warren had it scouted and also leapt up, catching her around the neck and driving her down to the mat in a high leaping modified DDT! He covers again, hooking a leg.

ONE!

TWO!!

TH- NO!

Onyx got the shoulder up! Warren can hardly believe it. Now he decides to change up the script and goes to slap on a Figure Four… but Onyx out of desperation reaches up and cradles the neck, rolling him up in a small package pin…

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout! Onyx nearly took advantage of the element of surprise there, and Warren rolls up with a very shocked look on his face, shaking his head realizing it was nearly over for him. Onyx gets to her feet, a slight smile on her face shaking out the cobwebs, and Warren can’t help to return the smile, a slight nod of acknowledgement. Now Warren back on the attack, a wild swing at her… ducked by Onyx and she nails a cross armbreaker out of nowhere! Warren back to his feet and Onyx grabs the arm she nailed the move on, wrenches it… she pulls him in looking for Means to An End… but Warren slaps her boot away with his free hand and gains some separation. He quickly slaps on a headlock… signals for the Nail On Coffin… but Onyx counters by spinning herself around Warren's back and locking in her patent Dragon Clutch that she calls "X Out! as Warren drops to a knee!

ALEXA CORRA: Warren has nowhere to go!

Warren makes a small attempt to crawl toward the ropes, but Onyx pulls back on the pressure giving Warren no other choice but to tap out!

DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner… ONYX!

Onyx takes a moment to gather herself as the referee raises her arm in victory. She smiles and taunts the crowd, looking over at the recovering Warren. Onyx makes her way toward Warren and reaches her arm out to shake his hand.

ALEXA CORRA: You serious?

Warren nods and shakes Onyx's hand before exiting the ring, allowing Onyx to enjoy her victory.

ALEXA CORRA: Some of the corniest shit I ever seen.

BRIAN MASON: It's called good sportsmanship, Alexa.

ALEXA CORRA: Leave that shit on the lacrosse field, Mason.

Onyx continues to celebrate her victory, exiting the ring to slap the hands of some of the fans as Defiance goes to break.

Winner via submission - Onyx (10:10)

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KENZIE JOLIE VALERIE: I’m standing here with Nina Stokes, who looked amazing in the opening match of the evening.

NINA STOKES: Thank you very much.

KENZIE JOLIE VALERIE: The last time you were in the ring, it was for KWI. How does it feel to be wrestling here at HKW?

NINA STOKES: It’s definitely a bit different. HKW is a much larger platform, and something that I’ve certainly have to adjust to. But, I worked hard in KWI, and it got me far; so, I plan on doing the exact same thing here.

KENZIE JOLIE VALERIE: Now, Almost Famous is quickly approaching, and I’ve noticed that you haven’t been booked yet.

NINA STOKES: That’s right, I haven’t been booked in a match―until tonight. Last week my sister Nicole Starr joined the Defiance roster. And honestly, she and I have talked about forming as a team; ha, it only makes sense? So at Almost Famous Nicole and I will be throwing our names into the Tag Team Open Invitational! Go big or go home right?

KENZIE JOLIE VALERIE: Awesome news! Thank you for your time Ms. Stokes.

Nina nods her head as she turns and walks down the hallway towards the locker room area.
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The sounds of Christina Aguilera’s "Glam” hit the PA system and an instantaneous array of cheers begin also. From behind the curtain walks the beautiful Nashville native, Kaysie Sherell. The buxom brunette has her hands on her hips and a radiant smile on her face. She is wearing a black fitted leather jacket as she looks over the fans who are cheering for her. She takes her right hand off of her hips and throws it into the air with her smile firmly planted on her face. After a few seconds of listening to the cheers, she throws her hands down to her side and begins to walk down to the ring.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN Introducing , from Nashville, Tennessee… weighing in at 128 pounds… Kaysie Sherell!!

As the fans continue to cheer, Kaysie begins to give high-fives to the fans that are on her right side. She continues this until she is about halfway to the ring then; she switches over to the left to do the same thing. Making it to the ringside area, she immediately goes over to the apron and climbs on it. Kaysie then enters the ring under the middle rope and upon getting into the ring; she goes over to the southwest turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rung. She again throws her hands in the air to cheers from the fans and soaks it in for a few seconds. Before jumping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her jacket revealing the top to her ring attire.

"Yonkers" by Tyler, The Creator plays and Zakk Lewis walks out. He then walks down to the ring.

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

He then gets into the ring, and the music stops. Kaysie then smiles and gets ready to strike. Zakk just stands there.

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DING.DING.DING.

Kaysie goes to strike, but Zakk puts his hand up, and she stops confused. Zakk then walks over, and demands a microphone. He is granted one, but even the crowd is confused. Zakk clears his throat, and looks at Kaysie.

ZAKK LEWIS: What the fuck are you looking at, you fucking little mut. How fucking dare you set your fucking eyes on me. Stand aside you owner hopping whore.

Zakk then walks around the ring, still looking at Kaysie. Kaysie still looks confused.

ZAKK LEWIS: You think you fucking deserve to face a legend-in-the-making like myself?! Do you really fucking think you deserve to be in the same ring as the FUTURE OF HKW!?! What exactly is your plan, Kaysie? Do you plan on defeating me, huh? Are the odds stacked in your favor? Did you eat your big bowl of cheerios filled with protein bites and pray a little prayer before entering inside the ring as me? Did you actually think defeating me was in your daily planner. Hahahahaha AHAHAHAHAHA!! You are a fucking fool if you believe that Kaysie. I'm starting to really think that maybe this tournament is quite stupid. Why should I be in a tournament filled with weaklings that I already know that I can defeat? This is disrespectful to me and I demand the respect I've earned. I defeated Jesse Lewis at Destiny, and I don't plan on getting the fucking scraps to fight with.

Zakk then points at Kaysie.

ZAKK LEWIS: You! You are just a weakling who sucks off the owners dicks to get where you want. You wouldn't even made it this far with you flaunting your sexuality over the place. I don't have time to wrestle whores and fornicators. I need to face a real challenge, and this tournament means nothing to me. I don't need this fucking tournament to get what I want out of this company.

Zakk then drops the microphone, and falls on the mat, and rolls out. He then begins to walk up the ramp, and the crowd starts booing him loudly. The referee begins to count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

10!


DING.DING.DING.


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentleman. Your winner by countout. KAYSIE SHERELL!

The sounds of Christina Aguilera’s "Glam” hit the PA system plays as Kaysie celebrates her win as if she had just won an Oscar. She demands for the referee to raise her arm in the air when there's some commotion heard from the crowd.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee! It's Kanna Haroshi!

ALEXA CORRA: And she's got her toy with her!

With her barbwire baseball bat, Kanna slides into the ring behind Kaysie who's still oblivious to he rival standing behind her. A deformed smirk begins to form on Kanna's expression as Kaysie finally turns around falls back at the sight of Kanna with the barbwire bat. Kanna pulls back and swings the bat down at Kanna, but Kaysie rolls all the way out of the ring and scampers up the entrance ramp. Kanna chuckles and mouths the words "Soon" in Kaysie's direction while Kaysie screams obscenities back Kanna's way.

ALEXA CORRA: Certainly looking forward to their First Blood match at Almost Famous, man. Should be a good one.

RANDY THE PILOT: You tryna make a bet? I got $50 on Kanna.

Winner via count out : Kaysie Sherell (1:10)

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The lights in the arena dimmed as the knoxtron came to life, showing an area backstage in an unknown section of the arena. Immediately, the fans were greeted with a very eerie sight, one that caused most of the Matthews Arena to go deathly silent at the image on the screen. There, with a lone spotlight shining over it, was a double wide casket, sitting right in the middle of the darkened corridor. The fans were given very little time to process the grim sight as a voice brought them out of their shocked states.

???: Oh, how could it have come to this…? How did it come to this between you and I, Luke? How have things come so far, to the point where walking away is no longer an option for either of us?

The familiar cold monotone caused the fans to cheer as the sounds of footsteps were heard, walking towards the casket. Suddenly, almost as if coming out of the shadows themselves, a figure came into view. It was Kai, staring piercingly at the casket as he slowly crept towards it. Wearing a black, cloak like hooded trench coat that covered most of his frame and half of his face, Kai looked much more ominous than before as he reached a hand out and traced along the side of the casket as he continued to speak.

KAI: Why don’t we take a little trip down memory lane to find out. Because I want you to think long and hard between now and Almost Famous about every word that comes out of my mouth.

Kai’s lips quirk into a light, almost unnoticeable scowl.

KAI: I’ll admit to underestimating you in the beginning, and you had given me no reason to do otherwise. Why? Because at the time you were nothing more than a mere, foolish boy attempting to play the hero in a situation that wasn’t your business to begin with. And where did it get you? Tortured, beaten, and broken. All because told… COUNTLESS times, given countless opportunities to walk away…

Kai leaned onto the casket, gripping the sides of the lid tightly as he hissed.

KAI: … and you ignored every chance you had. Your annoyingly stubborn need to play the avenger has lead the two of us down a suicide course. Now… there is no going back for you. Because the two of us have reached a point where once it is all said and done, it won’t just end inside of a wrestling ring or inside of The Barbed Wire Cage. It won’t end with one of us being stretchered out of the arena and being forced to take the long, painful ride to the hospital.

He pulls the casket open just slightly, his eyes glinting slightly.

KAI: It’s ending here..

With that, he slowly pried the lid to the casket open, allowing the contents inside to be viewed. The sight was enough to make one’s blood run cold: Inside of the casket, with his body wrapped with length after length of barbed wire and wearing a crown of razor wire on his head, was Luke Wisia. It was clear that, from the extremely pale complexion, that it was nothing more than a lifeless effigy, but the image of his body inside of the casket among the barbed wire was an unnerving one. Kai shook his head as his eyes lingered on the pale, corpse like body, before reaching a hand out to caress it’s cheek.

KAI: Poor unfortunate soul… cut down in the prime of his life. You see Luke, his death was a relatively quick and painless one; A luxury that you don’t have the privilege of getting.

A cruel smirk slowly worked its way onto his features as he continues his actions.

KAI: In the end Luke… one of us has to go. Perhaps it’ll be me, perhaps it’ll be you. But as long as the other breathing in and breathing out, the other will never be able to move on. But before all of that, before the match comes to an end, before the light fades from your eyes and after the Barb Wire and The Cage have ripped the flesh from your body, I’ll give you a small reprieve. I want to know… in that one small, private moment, with the pain eating away at your mind, your body, your very SOUL…

Kai stopped stroking the replica’s cheek as he looked into the camera, his jade green eyes almost glowing beneath the hood of his trench coat as he tilted his head slightly.

KAI: What will your final thoughts be when the end is here?

As Kai speaks his final words, the shot focuses in on Luke Wisia watching Kai’s video, a petrified look on his face… But only for a moment as Luke tugs on his hair and literally foams from his mouth.

LUKE WISIA: NO! NOOOOOOOOO!

Luke Bankshots the television in his locker room and proceeds to exit, causing destruction down halls as the scene fades.

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Inside one of offices located backstage we see the Chief of Staff, Selena King, dressed down in a pink dress and white heels. She looks to be all smiles as per usual as she waves at the viewers and takes a seat on her desk.

SELENA KING: Hey guys and gals! I hope everyone is enjoying the show! Oh! And I hope everyone’s looking forward to the HKW 30 Most Desirable list me and Onyx are making! But enough of that. Right now, I’m here to announce some BIG news for our next pay per view, Almost Famous.

Selena crosses her legs behind the desk and begins tapping her nails of the desk.

SELENA KING: First a foremost, I would like to announce a match! That’s not something I get to do a lot, so I figured, hey… Why the hell not, ya know?

Selena smiles brightly, giggling to herself as she folds her hands.

SELENA KING: After what happened earlier tonight in the four person No Limits rankings match between Bo McCleary and Shane Atwater, I could already see that those two don't like each other and probably have some unresolved issues they want to handle. SO! At Almost Famous, they’re going to have a match. A match that I came up with all on my own… A STREET FIGHT SUBMISSION MATCH!

The crowd pops as she claps her hands.

SELENA KING: Rules are simple… It’s a street fight… But you could only win via submission. Seems fair enough, right? Oh and here’s the big news!

Selena stands from up from her desk and walks toward the camera.

SELENA KING: We here at HKW want to top ourselves with every pay per view we hold. With our first pay per view, Breaking Point, we wanted to put HKW on the map. With Destiny… We wanted to show that HKW was on the rise from developmental territory to some of the best wrestling in the planet!

Selena pauses as she listens to the cheers from the crowd.

SELENA KING: And now, with Almost Famous… We want to turn it into an event. An event like the Superbowl! But not a one night event like the Superbowl… Almost Famous in Houston is going to be a TWO NIGHT EVENT!

The crowd pops big in the background over Selena’s announcement.

SELENA KING: That’s right ladies and gentlemen… Almost Famous will be LIVE at the University of Houston for TWO nights on Saturday, August 30th AND Sunday August 31st! for a two night end of the summer extravaganza!

More cheers from the crowd.

SELENA KING: Glad you guys like the news, but I’m gonna get going now. Make sure to, um, check out Evolve to see the list thingy! Peace out!

Selena awkwardly throws up the deuces, the camera cuts to ringside.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a No Disqualifications match!

“We Are One” by 12 Stones hits the sound system as Acelin Tate is shown making way through the crowd.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: On his way to the ring from Sydney, Australia, ACELIN TATE!!!

Acelin dives over the barricade and rolls onto a knee, then walks in front of the announcers table and looks out toward the ring before leaping onto the apron and hopping over the top rope entering the ring. Acelin climbs the closest turnbuckle and beats on his chest vigorously before raising both arms in the air.

There's no holding me back
I'm not driven by fear
I'm just driven by anger


"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace plays and the crowd erupts as Kai slowly walks out onto the stage. He takes a look around, staring impassively out into the sea of fans in the arena, before he starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the fans on either side of the isle, and stays completely focused on the ring.

And you're under attack
I'm just climbing up slowly
I'm the one and only


Kai walks down to ringside and stops, staring very intently at the ring. He doesn't move for a few moments, just simply staring at the ring as if analyzing it in his mind.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 Pounds, KAI!!!

He turns towards the steel steps steel steps and walks towards them, before he quickly walks up and into the ring.

The tease, the way, the lie
The stumble in your mind
The fear, the hope inside
They hit there...

But Whatever you need
'Ever you got
'Ever you want
I'll take back again!
Whatever you need
'Ever you got
'Ever you want
I'll take back again..


He steps through the middle ropes and walks over to the far corner, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the corner as he stares across the ring stoically, waiting for the match to begin.

RANDY THE PILOT: Definitely some bad blood here. Has to be, right?

ALEXA CORRA: I don’t know. Everyone hates RIP so probably.

BRIAN MASON: Everyone but you, Alexa.

ALEXA CORRA: You’d be surprised, Mase.

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Acelin immediately shoots in for a takedown, bringing Kai down to grounded position. Acelin strikes Kai in head with a few knee strikes to boos from the crowd and then bashes him in the back of the head with point of his elbow. With Kai grounded, Tate gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, dropping a leg onto the back of Kai’s head on the rebound. Tate takes a moment to feed from the crowds jeers as he waits patiently for Kai to rise to his feet.


ALEXA CORRA: Acelin Tate is about to beat Kai early!


When Kai gets to his feet, Acelin drives forward and goes for a discus elbow, but Kai ducks underneath it and hits Tate with a belly to back to suplex! Both combatants get to their feet simultaneously as Tate swings a right hand wildy, ducked once again by Kai, but this time, Kai blasts Tate with a big boot square in the jaw to a big pop from the crowd.


BRIAN MASON: What were you saying, Alexa?

ALEXA CORRA: Shut up you puppet.


Kai grabs a hold of Tate’s hair, but Tate rakes the eyes of the Silent Warrior, and blasts him with a jumping enziguri! Tate rolls underneath the bottom ropes and looks underneath the ring. He pulls out a chair that gets a small ovation from the crowd. Tate slides into the ring with the chair and goes to swings it at Kai, but before he could, Kai takes Tate down with a big spear! Kai crawls over toward the chair and lifts it into his own grasp, not realizing that Tate was already back to his feet.


RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, Kai! Turn ya ass around!


Tate charges forward and hits a low delayed dropkick to the chair, blasting it off of Kai’s face! Tate pushes the chair out of the way and makes the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Acelin looks beside himself as he grabs a hold of Kai’s head and begins pummeling away with stiff right hands. He lifts Kai to a vertical base and strongly Irish whips him into the bottom right corner. Tate backs up a few feet and then runs in, blasting Kai with a high knee square in the chin!


ALEXA CORRA: Thatta boy!

RANDY THE PILOT. Alexa… You ain’t ever have a problem with Kai before. Why you suddenly want this nina to lose?

ALEXA CORRA: I don’t care if he loses, fucktard. I want him to get his ass kicked here to I could I win the scramble at CCP! Strategy, nimord!

BRIAN MASON: Dear lord…

ALEXA CORRA: Shut the hell up, Mason.


Tate pulls Kai out of the corner and hits him with a short arm clothesline, taking the Silent Warrior down. Tate hops onto the apron and perches to the top rope, but before Tate could think of doing anything, Kai runs up to the top with Tate and hits a super belly to belly suplex, sending the RIP mercenary all the way across the ring!


RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT BRUH! KAI JUST THREW THAT BOY ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE DAMN RING!


The crowd agrees with Randy as they begin a “Holy shit” chant that shortly turned into a “That was awesome” chant. Kai was first to get to his feet as Tate slid out on into the apron. Kai hobble toward Tate and reached over the top rope to grab a hold of Tate’s hair. As Kai went to pull Tate up, the Reapers Mercenary pull down on Kai’s head, causing his throat to slingshot off the top rope!


BRIAN MASON: Smart move by Acelin there. Kai may have been ready to put him away.

ALEXA CORRA: Lotta fight in Tate, Mase. Like Kai, he ain’t going down easy.


Acelin goes to the outside and looks underneath the ring again. He pulls out a kendo stick and slides back into the ring, and immediately hits Kai with a hard shot to the back! Kai tries fighting off the pain, but then Acelin blasts Kai with a shot directly to the back of the head, knocking the HKW longstay face first to the mat. Tate rolls Kai onto his back and goes for the cover..


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Tate looks frustrated as the crowd gets on his case, then start a chant for Kai. Acelin goes back to the kendo stick and swings it around and in his hand like a ninja as he waits for Kai to get to his feet. Once Kai’s up, Tate swings it like a baseball player, but Kai ducks underneath it, kicks Tate in the midsection, and then hits Tate with his patent “Deadly Influence” - emerald fusion!


BRIAN MASON: He might have him here!

ALEXA CORRA: Shit, shit, shit.


Kai crawls toward Acelin and makes the cover, but fails to hook the leg…


ONE!


TWO!


THRRR-


KICKOUT!



Acelin kicks out at the last possible moment as the crowd gasps, even leaving the commentators stunned. Kai runs his hands through his hair before he pulls himself up using the ropes. Noticing Tate was still down, Kai slides out of the ring and makes his way toward the ring steps. He kicks them into two pieces and lifts the bigger, bottom part to cheers from the crowd.


BRIAN MASON: Kai has some bad intentions for Acelin!

RANDY THE PILOT: Go kick him in the balls, Alexa.

ALEXA CORRA: Nah, it ain’t that deep. AYE, HOLD UP! LOOK!

BRIAN MASON: WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE?!


Luke Wisia is shown hopping over the guardrail with a chain wrapped around his hand. The crowd tries to warn Kai, but as he turns around, Wisia blasts Kai in the head with the chain wrapped first! Kai drops the steps and Luke turns his attention Acelin, screaming at him to come outside. Tate slides out of the ring as the two RIP members begin stomping away at Kai!


BRIAN MASON: How is the fair?!

ALEXA CORRA: Perrrrfect. And it’s no dq, Mase. Don’t start yappin’.


Wisia grabs the steps Kai had planned to use and slides them in the ring. He then helps Acelin bring Kai back into the ring, the two sliding in with him. Kai seems to be hurting from the attack as Luke and Acelin call for the RIP primary move, “Reaped.” They set the steps up next to Kai as Acelin brings Kai to his feet. Acelin sets Kai into the powerbomb position, but Kai reverses it, backbody dropping Tate onto the steel steps! Luke looks beside himself and runs out of the ring as Kai looks to grab a hold of him.


ALEXA CORRA: God damnit!


Kai was about to go for Luke, but Luke vanishes into the hot Boston audience and instead, shifts his focus to the hurt RIP member. Kai does a cut throat gesture as he lifts Acelin to his feet, and…. KAI BOMB! KAI HITS THE KAI BOMB ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! He makes the cover.


ONE…



TWO……



THREEEEEE!!!!



DING DING DING


SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner… Kai!

"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace plays as the referee tries to raise Kai’s arm in the air, only for him to rip it right away. Kai looks out into the crowd to see if he could spot Wisia, but he was long gone, leaving Kai to stare down at the lifeless body of Acelin Tate.


BRIAN MASON: Tate put up one hell of a fight, even had some help, but Kai picks up the win.

ALEXA CORRA: I’m just happy he took a beating. Still, a good match. Wish Luke didn’t run like a little bitch, though.

BRIAN MASON: Hah! For once, I agree with you on something.

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah? Well don’t.

Kai steps out of the ring and makes his way to the back as Defiance goes to break.

Winner via pinfall - Kai (14:12)

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In the office of Brandon Banks, we see the HKW physician Kevin Stabler along with the HKW World champion, Felicity Banks. They stand in front of Brandon’s desk as he shuffles through some paperwork and what looks to be x-rays.

BRANDON BANKS: So this is legit? You really have a broken pinky toe, huh?

Felicity nudges doctor Stabler with her arm.

DOCTOR STABLER: As you can see, Mr. Banks, there’s a slight fracture in the fifth pedal digit. Though this injury isn’t exactly serious, nor would it require surgery, I would recommend that Felicity does work a lighter schedule from now until her title defense at Almost Famous.

A smile from ear to ear appears on Felicity’s face as Brandon continues to shuffle through the x-rays.

FELICITY BANKS: See Brandon. A fractured fifth pedal digit! It hurts too, like, you wouldn’t believe.

Felicity pretends to groan in pain, grasping at her right foot.

FELICITY BANKS: Ouch. It’s getting tough just to stand here. Maybe I should get a wheelchair, huh?

Brandon looks up at Felicity and smiles, knowing full well Felicity wasn’t in any pain. Even though he questioned the injury, he went along with it.

BRANDON BANKS: Sounds serious, bruh. Wouldn’t want another Perello situation since I’m already regrettin’ doin’ that, but aight. You’ll get a lighter schedule until Almost Famous. Matter fact, you don’t need to wrestle until then.

Felicity’s eyes widen, surprised by her brother words.

FELICITY BANKS: Seriously?

BRANDON BANKS: Aye, I don’t want my champion going into a title defense on pay per view hurt. I got a business to run, and for some reason, people like to see you on screen.

Felicity rolls her eyes and gives off a sarcastic chuckle.

FELICITY BANKS: Well, duh. Look at me! I’m pretty much perfect plus one. Not everyone could be queen, Brandon.

BRANDON BANKS: Riiiight. But since you ain’t wrestling, I’m gonna need you doin’ other shit. Autograph sessions, commentary here and there, some promotional work for Almost Famous. All that shit that comes with being champ.

Felicity doesn’t look happy by the news, but nods her head.

FELICITY BANKS: Was already planning and doing some commentary at iGNITE. Plus, I’ll be working reaaaaalllyyyyy closely with a specific new talent HKW just picked up, so yah... I’ll be around, bossman.

Felicity lowers her championship to her grasp and begins limping toward the exit of the office.

FELICITY BANKS: Autographs, commentary, promotional work. Gotcha, chief. But, yeah- gotta go inject Ina with Adderall so she could stay awake long enough to beat Colton. Tootle-loo!

Felicity limps out of the office while Brandon waves her away. Brandon looks up at the doctor Stabler, taking a quick peek at the x-rays.

BRANDON BANKS: Broken pinky toe… What a load of bullshit.

Banks tosses the paperwork and x-rays in the doctor's face and exits his own office, leaving Stabler behind as the scene fades.

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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: The following is a tag team steel cage match! The only way to-

BRIAN MASON: WHAT IS THIS??!

Through the curtain explode out both members of the Neon Dragons...but they are not alone. Instead, they are backpedaling as they begin throwing punches with both members of the Dirty South! Savage and London are going back and forth with swings at the stage, while Veronica and Darren have tackled each other and are rolling down the ramp before Veronica gets on top of Darren and grabs his head before slamming it into the floor repeatedly.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, hell yeah! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, I remember that chant from elementary school. They had some good hot dogs back then in that cafeteria, man.

As Savage begins getting the upper hand against London and Veronica seems ready to bust the back of Darren’s head open, security and many nameless backstage personnel rush through and break the two teams apart.

ALEXA CORRA: Booooo!

BRIAN MASON: Thank God they stopped this!

The multiple people stopping this fight manage to back up Veronica and London onto the stage, the two women shouting curse words to the two 80s lovers. Savage, wiping the blood from the small cut on his lips, walks away from the personnel and security and towards his partner, checking on him.

SELENA KING: Ok, that’s not cool...

Selena makes her way from behind the curtain and everyone at the entranceway turns their head towards her. She seems slightly annoyed as she focuses her attention mostly on the two teams as she speaks.

SELENA KING: These people paid for a steel cage match, but I’m sorry. That’s not going to happen tonight since these four guys and gals don’t want to wait to decide a number one contender to the tag titles. So, I have no choice.

Shrugging her shoulders, Selena lets out a sigh.

SELENA KING: There is no number one contender and instead, both Dirty South and Neon Dragons will compete in that HKW World Tag Team championship invitational! Good luck!

BRIAN MASON: WOW! Two more teams have now been added to that invitational!

RANDY THE PILOT: These teams kinda dumb as fuck for not waiting for the match to start. Now they might have to go through like five, six other teams. SHIT.

She then turns and makes her way to the back, the audience cheering as the two teams stare each other down. The scene fades out with both Darren and Savage shaking their heads as London and Veronica shout something back at them while continuing to be backed up by security.
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The Knoxotron comes to life as Defiance interviewer, Damien Marks, is standing in front of the Defiance banner, mic in hand.

DAMIEN MARKS: Bitches and...bitches, please welcome this bitch, yo No Limits champ, Colton Sterling.

The people in attendance give a big round of cheers as a smirking Colton Sterling steps into view, the HKW No Limits championship slung over his right shoulder. Colton hears the audience cheer for him and looks out into the distance, nodding his head, before turning back to the least liked HKW interviewer of all time, Damien Marks.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight. So you got that bitch with the thick booty in the main event tonight or nah?

Colton cocks up an eyebrow at the rather odd way the question was asked, but he gets the point and replies back.

COLTON STERLING: Yes, tonight I’m facing Ina Ina of the...what is it...Killuminaughty?

Damien says something that the mic doesn’t catch, but Colton does and chuckles at it.

COLTON STERLING: Yeah, they do spell it that way. But yes, tonight, in the main event of Defiance, Ina Ina takes me on and she does for this big ol’ shiny belt that is over my shoulder right now.

DAMIEN MARKS: Ya scared she might make ya look like a lil’ bitch?

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Colton just chuckles again and shakes his head.

COLTON STERLING: Dear God, no. Listen, Ina Ina has improved leap and bounds from her first match, but there’s no way in hell she takes this title from me.

DAMIEN MARKS: Oh, yeah? So wut? You gonna beat her ass instead?

Colton shakes his head.

COLTON STERLING: I’m not saying that. I’m sure Ina will give me a fight. Actually, I know she’ll give me a fight, but when it comes down to it, I’m just better than her in that ring. She can talk all the shit she wants and Felicity and Talia and whoever else can go hype her up all they want, telling her that she’s bringing this strap with her home, but when I drop her on her head and pin her for her three count, those hyped up speeches they give her will have been worthless.

DAMIEN MARKS: Now, you sayin a lot of shit, but what you really tryna say is that she gonna rough you up a bit and you gonna pull some of that fluke shit and roll her up.

COLTON STERLING: Actually, my plan is to use that super front flip piledriver. Now, I don’t plan on breaking her neck with the move, but then again...NO LIMITS. A rollup just wouldn’t be worth it. And I’m sure she’ll come after this ankle...

The camera pans down to show Colton extending out his right foot so as to show his right ankle before the camera pans up to him and Damien again.

COLTON STERLING: But if that’s her only game plan, then she’s screwed. She’s screwed because as long as I got full use of everything else, including these two fists and this left foot, she cannot beat me. She can bring out her whole little squad tonight for all I care, she still won’t win. My plan for this belt goes way past this match because when I’m done holding this belt, I’ll be the greatest No Limits champion...EVER. I’ll have held it longer than anyone. I’ll have defended it longer than anyone.

Colton taps his title before looking up at Damien again.

COLTON STERLING: Ina’s just step one of this really long and legendary reign. And tonight, after the match is done, she’ll know that Melatonin Sterling is one hard guy to defeat...and she’ll know that this guy is going to be a champion for a long, loooooong time. As our co-owner Brandon Banks would say....you can bank on-

Colton stops himself, then shakes his head.

COLTON STERLING: Nah, no stolen catchphrases tonight. Just going to go out there and do something that is extremely foreign to Ina. I’m going to back up my words with actions, and that’s going to end with me retaining this belt.

Sterling flashes a wink at the camera before heading off, the scene fading out to Damien muttering under his breath.

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A video package with Three Days Grace “Time of dying” begins to play on the Knoxotron. Joseph Perello and Emilio Vialpando lay motionless on the entrance ramp at Destiny, neither man moving a muscle...

On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Did I fall asleep?


His infamous debut roaming the hallways of the Hard Knox training facility is shown, including his very first conversation with Emilio Vialpando, and Perello smashing Prince MacRear’s head off the cement wall.

Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
I will not die
I will not die
I will survive


Perello’s rivalry against Tank is showcased, showing the former No Limits champion get hit by a car, and he and Tank’s brutal match at HKW’s Breaking Point. We see Perello watching the television that’s playing his highlights, a smile appearing on his face when he sees himself breaking Mark Tango’s leg.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying


Perello is shown sitting inside the empty arena, his eyes staring intently at the ring. As the song begins to fade down, Perello shifts focus to the camera and smirks.

JOSEPH PERELLO: Like I said… I’ll see you sooner... rather than later…

The camera pans around to the ring and transitions to a view of Perello and Vialpando staring each other down with Emilio’s body lighting up into flames as Perello laughs.

On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much
Or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare


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SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Limits match for the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP!

"Texas Phonk" hits the PA System. As soon as the music hits, the fans boo as the confident Ina Ina walks out. She walks to the ring, ignoring the reaction she is getting from the fans. She struts down the entrance ramp with her head held high, motioning that she was the next No Limits champion.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Introducing first, the challenger… From Atlanta, Georgia and representing Killuminaughty… INA INAAAAA!

She removes her “Killuminaughty” sweatshirt and hands it over to the timekeeper. She mimics the audience for a moment, screaming out “Next No Limits champion” eating up their jeers. Ina turns her head and looks up at the ramp, awaiting her opponent.

"Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling steps through from behind the curtains, looking out at the audience with a stonefaced look. Dressed in his ring gear and black and red hoodie, Colton has the hood over his head, but just enough to where it covers most of his light brown hair. As he stands at the top of the stage, he begins nodding his head and cracking his neck before beginning his descent down to the ring. But, he stops midway down the ramp before a slight smirk appears on his face as he then proceeds to slap the ground, setting off a small amount of red pyro.

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: AND HER OPPONENT… from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds… The current REIGNING AND DEFENDING HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION… COLTOOONNN STERRLIIIINGGGG!!

Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns on his heel before hopping on the apron. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet before punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts.

A stare down center ring ensues between Ina and Sterling. Nearly standing nose to nose, no words are spoken, but the looks in each competitors eyes says everything words don't need to. The referee asks the two to step away from one another, taking the belt from Sterling. He shows it to Ina, then holds it high above his head, before handing it off ringside. The referee calls for the bell, the two competitors still immersed in their staredown.

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DING DING DING

The crowd watches on as the two finally break the stare, circling one another center ring. Finally, they tie up, Sterling using his size advantage to break the hold by shoving Ina Ina hard onto the mat. Shaking it off with a grin, she is quick back to her feet, calling for the tie up once more. It doesn't last long, Ina taking a cheap shot, kicking the No Limits champion directly in the knee, following through with a European uppercut. Sprinting across the ring, she comes full force at Colton, who answers with nearly decapitating her with a clothesline so vicious, Ina is flipped onto her stomach on the mat.

ALEXA CORRA: God damn! Didn’t know Colton had that in him.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ina’s ass better be aight, bruh.

Wasting no time, he drives his boot repeatedly into her lower back. Keeping his boot firmly placed on her lower back, he grabs both of her arms, pulling her upper body back as far as it can go. The referee kneels to check on Ina, who is screaming in pain. He lets up, but only for a minute, pulling her arms and upper body back as far as he can with his boot still planting her to the mat. Finally, he lets go, Ina's face slamming face first into the mat. Roughly, he grabs her legs, looking to lock her into a submission hold. Ina struggles, managing to get onto her back, kicking the No Limits champ repeatedly in the head as he leans down trying to get a better grip on her legs.

With Colton reeling, Ina gets back to her feet as quickly as she can, landing a hard boot right into his gut. Wrapping one arm around his neck, she uses the ropes as leverage, driving his skull to the mat with a huge tornado DDT! Flipping him onto his back, she positions him near the corner, hopping onto the top rope and looking to connect with a senton splash.. But Colton rolls out of the way!

BRIAN MASON: Colton gets out of the way after that huge tornado DDT!

ALEXA CORRA: Damnit, Ina! Don’t let this fool beat you!

Ina uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, turning just as Colton is sprinting towards her. He goes for another clothesline, but Ina ducks! Pulling the rope down, sending Sterling over the top. Colton doesn't go out alone, grabbing a fistful of Ina’s hair and pulling her out with him. Both topple to the floor outside, Ina hitting the barricade back first. The referee starts the ten count as the two start to stir on the outside.

One..

Two...

Three..


Colton is back to his feet first, grabbing Ina up by the hair and whipping her into the nearest ring post.

Four..

Five..

Six..

Seven..


Before the eight count, he slides his upper body into the ring, then back out to turn his attention to Ina..

ALEXA CORRA: The fucks wrong with him? He could’ve had the match won!

BRIAN MASON: Don’t think he wants to retain that way, Alexa.

RANDY THE PILOT: Homie been hella aggressive here tonight doh.

The referee starts up the ten count again, Colton grabbing Ina by the back of the head and slamming her face first into the ring post.

One...

Two..

Three..


Before the four count, he tosses her under the bottom rope and back into the ring, sliding into position to make the cover.


ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT!



Not phased by the kick out, he bounces himself off the ropes and lands a snap legdrop on the challenger. Stepping away, Colton allows her to use the ropes to pull herself up, running across the ring and knocking her back down with a running fameasser! Colton goes for another pin.


ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT!



After the pin attempt Colton gets off ofIna, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her to her feet. Once to her feet, she starts swinging wildly, hitting Colton in the ribs and stomach with a series of harsh left and rights. Showing she isn't out of the match just yet, she grabs Colton by the arm, slinging him across the ring and into the ropes, lashing out with running thump to Colton’s face!

RANDY THE PILOT: Let me get that!

Obviously winded, she takes a moment to regain her composure, her face showing signs of exhaustion. With Colton down, Ina pushes herself back to her feet. She waits for Colton to rise to his feet, and when he does, Ina connects with discus clothesline nearly knocking Colton’s head off! Ina hooks the leg...


ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT!


Colton gets the shoulder up!

Obviously agitated, Ina gets back to her feet, only to drop a sharp elbow right into Colton's sternum.. Once...


Twice...


Third time for good measure. Not wasting any time, she flips him onto his stomach, locking in an camel clutch. Not wanting to tap, Colton fights to reach the bottom rope, Ina dragging him away from the ropes as best as she can. Managing to maneuver his way onto his back, he kicks Ina hard in the stomach with his free leg, knocking her back into the ropes. The moment he is back on his feet, the two get locked into one serious brawl in the ring. The referee doesn't even consider stopping it, as fists are flying furiously in nearly every direction. Ina manages to side step a swing, finding someway to pull off a sleeperslam! Quick to hop onto the ring apron, she hops over the top rope, hitting Colton with a slingshot leg drop, going for yet another cover.

ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT!


Colton kicks out just in the nick of time.

Showing even more signs of frustration, Ina takes hold of Colton's legs, but is quickly thwarted. Using his strength, he shoves Ina off. Like a rabid animal, she forces her way back onto the attack with a dropkick, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. With a running head start, she slings her body into his in the corner with a Stinger splash, fluidly followed with a bulldog. She goes to flip Colton onto his back for another pinfall.

ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT!


Ina grabs a hold of Colton head but is met with one hell of an uppercut to the chin. The impact nearly knocks her back onto her behind, Colton back to his feet and ready to go. Without any hesitation, he grabs Ina, turning her around and landing a series of German suplexes, before releasing on the third and allowing her to slide across the ring as the impact makes the ring shake.

BRIAN MASON: Colton back on a roll again.

ALEXA CORRA: Ina got this! She’s just catching her breath right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, right… While taking three German suplexes.

Colton sets Ina up against the turnbuckle, laying into her chest with a series of chops, each impact echoing through the arena. Mustering what little strength she has left, Ina blocks the last chop, driving her forehead hard into his. A repeat of the headbutt, and she turns Colton around, kicks him in the midsection, then springboards off the ropes… ROSE PEDAL! Ina Ina hits her patent springboard curbstomp! Flipping Colton onto his back, she hooks the leg for the cover,



ONE!






TWO





THR-------



NO! COLTON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!



ALEXA CORRA: Fuck!!!!

Getting to her feet and in the face of the referee, she starts to argue that it was a slow count. In the midst of arguing with the referee, Colton is back to his feet, laying in wait for Ina to turn around. The minute she turns on her heel to get her head back into the match, Colton absolutely blasts Ina with a bicycle kick! With Ina on the mat, Colton looks to capitalize with the cover..

ONE!






TWO




KICKOUT!


The crowd a starts a “This is awesome chant’ as Colton wipes the sweat from his forehead and wonders what he has to do to put Ina away. The champion allows the challenger to get to her feet and looks for the Shining Diamond, but Ina rolls through it and blasts Sterling with a superkick!

ALEXA CORRA: There you go, Ina! This is your chance! Put him away!

Ina calls for the match as the Boston crowd begins to boo at her heavily. She calls for another Rose Pedal but the lights dim down and the “Cyncica signal” appears on the Knoxotron, illuminating the ring and the confused Ina Ina

RANDY THE PILOT: Is she here!?

ALEXA CORRA: NOOOOOO! GO AWAY YOU FELINE!

Ina stares up at the Cyncica symbol on the Knoxotron intently until she turns around into a small package from Colton!


ONE


TWO


THREE!


DING DING DING

SADIE SANDERSON MCLEAN: Here is your winner and STILL HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION… COLTONNNN STERLINGGGGG!!!

"Painkiller" hits the sound system as Colton gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air. Ina looks beside herself, sliding out of the ring and screaming her lungs off at the commentators at ringside. You could hear Ina say "I'm going to kill Cyncica" as Colton gets handed his No Limits championship by the referee. He laughs at Ina throwing a fit on the outside and shrugs his shoulders, holding his No Limits championship high in the air as Defiance comes to a close.
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