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![]() ![]() Los Angeles, California ; Galen Center ![]() ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] The scene fades to black leaving the viewers waiting for the show to start as the tag team duo Neon Dragons stumble on to the screen from opposite ends looking around while holding their very own signature guitars. The both nod and give each other a high five. As “Defiance” by. Righteous Vendetta begins to play in the background the tag team begins to play the opening guitar solo in sync with the actual audio. As the drums start to kick in highlights of the current HKW World Champion Felicity Banks as she is shown laughing at stunned fans in in the arena as she sits at the top of the ramp holding the World Championship in the grasp of her arms. She is then shown inflicting damage along with her Killuminaughty mates. Felicity’s highlights end with her holding up the championship belt while screaming out to the fans to “Bow Down!” I will spit in the face of defeat Standing at the feet of my enemy With fearless taste I'm here to claim my victory The scene soon fades into the highlights of reigning Tag Team Champions, A.S.H! Fans are heard in the booing the group at Almost Famous after cheating their way to victory to defeat the Saiyans at the end of the Tag Team Championship Gauntlet match. Jinzai looks over at Michael with a disappointed look as Brick and Baron celebrate with Billy Joe and Bo. The final image shows the team of the Super Saiyans being applauded by the crowd following the performance inside the gauntlet. With a rope around my neck I can feel the pressure of cheating death I am facing the giants Planning to silence the nations After the highlights of the Super Saiyans come to an end an image of the notorious Lion’s Den is shown as the camera pans around the caged fighting ring. Instances from the first ever Lion’s Den match is shown within the cage with Christian Carpenter & Viktor Volkov fighting mainly focusing on Volkov’s success within the cage. His images of them fighting soon fade away as Volkov then appears wearing his Lionheart Championship around his waist with Bruce Buffer announcing his victory…”AND YOUR FIRST EVER LLLIIONNNHEEARRTTT CHAMMPPIIOOONNNNN…...YOOUNNNNNGGGGGGGG CCUUUBBBBBBBB….VVIIIKKKKKKKTTOOORRRRRR…..VVOOOOLLLLLLLKKOOOVVVVVVVVV!!!!!!”. Great is the power of violence But greater is the power of defiance! Come on stand up Put your hands up Live in defiance! After losing the Tag Team Championships along and due to his partner Jaxon Queen, Colton Sterling is seen sitting in an empty locker room hanging his head low. Chants of his name is heard ringing in the background as he begins to look up slowly. As he begins to look up vivid highlights of Colton going to war with Chopz is shown. Still looking up , the highlights continue to show as he is shown destroying Chopz’ motorcycle. He begins to laugh as the scene fades into Colton participating in the No Limits Battledome for the No Limits Championship and ultimately winning. He then shown holding up the title with a big smile on his face. Come on stand up Put your hands up Live in defiance! The picture transitions to a visual of the Reapers In Pride, more specifically Lance Winters and Joseph Perello as they enter the Hard Knox training facility for the first time. It shows them scouting the locker room for potential members, finally airing highlights of all the bodies RIP had reaped followed by the howls from the Reapers Hellhounds trio. With all the damaged done by RIP, co-owner of HKW Lyle Risky is seen sitting at a desk laughing at it all. Overtaken by the sound of the cadence Can you hear it? A million lives were there for the taking Not one was spared history in the making We see a visual of Talia Valen and Ina Ina driving Xavier Asher Daniels into a parked car shoulder first, followed by a number of different clips of XAD’s Star Kick. Following that, a clip of Onyx defeating former Cyber champion Tanner Sands is shown, followed by her impressive streak in HKW thus far. I am what the tyrants call a fire in the sky I am a warrior I'm not afraid to die A clip of Shane Atwater’s various submission holds are pictured, followed Kai delivering a Kai Bomb to Luke Wisia through the announce table. An array of images featuring the Defiance superstars ends the package as we cut to the arena! Great is the power of violence But greater is the power of DEFIANCE "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 Galen Center. At the conclusion of the video we see a beautiful pyro display that dazzles and awes as the fans continue to cheer. The camera pans to ringside to show Brian Mason along with Randy the Pilot. Missing from the commentary team was Alexa Corra BRIAN MASON: Welcome everyone to Defiance 23! With me is Randy the Pilot, and as you can obviously tell, Alexa Corra was unable to join us here tonight. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, but never fear. Randy has an idear! The commentator laughs as he pulls out an iPad and stands it up to show Alexa on the screen. He straps the headset around the iPad and motions for Alexa to speak as he turns the iPad to face the camera. ALEXA CORRA: Can't get rid of me that easy, guys. BRIAN MASON: No one's trying to get rid of you, Alexa. ALEXA CORRA: Shut up, Mason. Everyone knows I'm in the UK winning this SSWA World championship. BRIAN MASON: Congratulations on advancing to the finals, by the way. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee, Lexi doin' work! ALEXA CORRA: Do NOT call me Lexi, Randy. Now, enough of me although I am enjoying it... What we got in store tonight? BRIAN MASON: We see the final entrant into the All or Nothing Series final at Crowned Royalty as Aries Armadaist takes on Jack Warren with Onyx as special referee. ALEXA CORRA: Yawn. Next. RANDY THE PILOT: Your homies Killuminaughty takin' on dem A.S.H boys! ALEXA CORRA: There's one I can get behind. BRIAN MASON: Lets not forget the match between Colton Sterling and Xavier Asher Daniels. RANDY THE PILOT: And the main event! Perello versus Kai two! ALEXA CORRA: Damn, sorta wish I was there now. RANDY THE PILOT: We miss ya, Alexa. ALEXA CORRA: No you don't... ![]() As the scene fades in backstage Lyle Risky is seen walking around the backstage area with a smirk on his face as he dressed in an all black suit with a red button down shirt underneath. His hair freshly braided to the back he lifts a hand up which seems to be carrying a Risko DoubleCup filled with his RiskoLean. He takes a sip and looks at the cup and nods. LYLE RISKY: Yeah, bruh! That’s that shit right there. He continues to make his way down the hallway as he stop seeing something, or at least he thought he saw something. Lyle shakes his head and takes another sip. LYLE RISKY: Too close to Halloween for all this spooky type shit to be happenin now. Risky takes a look around and hears something. He freezes for a moment and looks around making sure nothing is around. LYLE RISKY: Nicole that better not be you fuckin’ around! I swear bruh! No one...He shakes his head again and rubs his forehead. LYLE RISKY: I’m trippin. Ain’t nothing out here. Lyle turns a corner and finally sees other people walking around. He sighs in relief and leans up against a wall taking out his cell phone. LYLE RISKY: Wonder where she at? Shortly after. Angelica Ward is shown walking down the long hallway. She’s dressed in a little black dress. She’s walking with her head high flipping her hair a few times catching the eye of most of the men backstage. She notices Lyle walking ahead of her. She sneaks up behind him and whispers in his ear. ANGELICA WARD: Hola Papi! she seductively licks his ear. ANGELICA WARD: Don’t you look handsome. Lyle looks over to her and cracks a smile as he looks at her up and down admiring each curve of her body. LYLE RISKY: Well hello to you too… He slides his phone back in his pocket and takes a quick sip from his cup. LYLE RISKY: Goooooddddddddaaaammmnnnn! Risky chuckles and leans back on the wall still checking her out. LYLE RISKY: What’s good? Angelica laughs ANGELICA WARD: You like? I’m just ready to see what tonight has to offer. How’s my favorite man? Looks like you’re turning up! What you sippin on daddy? Lyle looks at his cup and back at her and offers her the cup. LYLE RISKY: Just a little bit of the Texas Delight. Want some? He raises his eyebrow waiting to see if she’d take it or not. Angelica takes the cup and sniffs the drink. ANGELICA WARD: Smells like someone died in this cup! Angelica laughs as she takes a small sip. She makes a strange face and leans to her left and spits it out. ANGELICA WARD: This might be the worst tasting shit I’ve ever had in my life. Angelica reaches for her purse, grabbing a stick of gum from inside. ANGELICA WARD: You seen Kylie yet? Lyle shrugs and takes the cup back taking a sip. LYLE RISKY: Nah I ain’t seen her yet. Thought you would of been with her. Lyle smirks and lips his lips. LYLE RISKY: Y’all two….Haha. But nah I ain’t seen her yet. And um, ya favorite man is doing pretty good. He looks over to her checking her out again. LYLE RISKY: Pretty good indeed...damn. Angelica runs her fingers through her hair as she pops her gum. She chuckles ANGELICA WARD: I was just with her. Oh well… I’ll just text her and tell her where I’m sitting. But for now… Angelica pauses. She leans in on Lyle and whispers in his ear again. ANGELICA WARD: How much longer do we have till this thing gets started? I’m thinking you can show me your office. You know. show me how you do things at work. Lyle wraps his arm around her waist as she leans in on him. He smiles as he listens to her whisper in his ear and takes a look around. LYLE RISKY: We got enough time for sure. C’mon. He takes her hand and takes one last sip before they begin walking but Risky stops and looks back at her. LYLE RISKY: Hold up… He turns towards her and twirls her around getting a good view of her rear. LYLE RISKY: Daaaaaaammmmnnnnnnnnnnnn. That’s what I’m talkin’ bout. Angelica laughs as Risky twirls her around. ANGELICA WARD: You’re too much. Let’s go before anyone sees us. Risky laughs and nods as they begin to walk to his office while the scene fades away. ![]() Scene opens up with Rakim Jackson walking backstage in his regular clothes. He’s conversing with a few ladies. They all giggling and everything. GIRL #1: So, is it true? RAKIM JACKSON: What’s true? GIRL #2: That black guys have big….you know whats? RAKIM JACKSON: I mean…. If you tryi-- Then at that moment. Drew Thornton appears on the scene. The crowd cheers. Rakim quirks an eyebrow. RAKIM JACKSON: What’s good vanilla nigga? DREW THORNTON: Oh, I was just waltzing through. Trying to figure out the new faces. RAKIM JACKSON: Oh, yeah. Rakim looks at the ladies. RAKIM JACKSON: Look. Y’all hoes gotta get the fuck outta here. I’m over here trying to focus on these matches so I can get inspiration for my next match and y’all over here asking if my salami can fit through y’alls buns for dinner. GIRL #2: Call me. GIRL #1: Pozvoni mne, krasivyy. Rakim quirks an eyebrow, not understanding the Russian language. They both walk back. Rakim then turns around and looks at Drew Thornton. RAKIM JACKSON: Oh. Yeah. Yeah. What’s good? Rakim Jackson. Rakim extends a hand. Drew accepts it. DREW THORNTON: Drew Thornton. Welcome to HKW man. I saw your match a few weeks ago. It was a tough match, but I think you did well. RAKIM JACKSON: Nigga, if I did well. Why the fuck ain’t I on the card? Ya feel me? That nigga Brandon and Bossko need a future champion one day and I’m trying to give ‘em that. DREW THORNTON: Yeah. I came in here and said the same thing. But it’s not been working out lately with me. RAKIM JACKSON: Yo, you just gave up on yaself. How the fuck you expect to put a hit on a nigga if you ain’t gonna work for it? Nigga we all lose and shit. That’s why you gotta soak up them tears and punch through it. DREW THORNTON: It’s kind of hard to win when you have a distraction. RAKIM JACKSON: Damn nigga. You on that list of dudes that wanna fuck Gia too? DREW THORNTON: No, I just. Drew looks down at the ground, embarrassed. DREW THORNTON: I’ve put myself in a predicament that maybe I shouldn’t have. I’ve always wanted to become a wrestler, but it seems that’s going to go down now. RAKIM JACKSON: Word? Maybe you should go back getting breastfed to another mother, because whatever milk you drank must of turned you into a pussy. Nigga, you just gotta punch through it. DREW THORNTON: But I’ve got myself deep into something that I shouldn’t have! RAKIM JACKSON: Like what? DREW THORNTON: I have the whole Family on me now. My house burned down. I have no where to go anymore. I’m always constantly looking over my shoulder now. I can’t even go outside by myself unless I have a lookout. I know how to fight to survive, just I’m tired of worrying if today’s gonna be my last day. Rakim starts laughing. RAKIM JACKSON: Bruh, I ain’t afraid of them mafia niggas. DREW THORNTON: How? RAKIM JACKSON: Look. They just flesh and bone like you and me nigga. They can die the same way. DREW THORNTON: I just want to shut Rhys and Gun up forever. RAKIM JACKSON: Rhys just crabby that his old lady ain’t gave him the ol stank hole in years, and Gun just a bitchboy who takes orders. I ain’t afraid of them. DREW THORNTON: How are you confident in that? RAKIM JACKSON: Nigga you talking to a dude who grew up in the streets. I ain’t afraid of ‘em. Know what. I’ma fuck them up myself if they try anything. Bruh, I got you man. If you got my back, I’ll have yours. You feel me? Tired of seeing those fools on my timeline, and on the television. DREW THORNTON: You want to team up and get rid of them too? RAKIM JACKSON: Yeah, bruh. And if them fools think a nigga don’t got connections if they try anything loco, they outta they mind. That whole faction boutta look like chopped liver. Drew smiles. He goes to shake his hand. Rakim shakes his hand. RAKIM JACKSON: Aight. If them fools try anything. They gonna get got. DREW THORNTON: Alright! Down with The Family! Scene fades as the two men walk off scene. ![]() Suzume Mitsuyoshi defeats Jeremiah Kingston via Moonsault Double Foot Stomp. (7:34) - The match began with Kingston taunting Suzume, bragging about his victory last week. Suzume didn't seemed phased by Kingston's words or antics and immediately went in on the attack. She hit Kingston with a series of chops and followed them with a roundhouse kick to the abdomen, finally ending the attack with a DDT. She made the cover, but only got a two. As the match progressed, Kingston gained the advantage after Suzume went high risky only for Kingston to spring up to the top rope and execute a beautiful super belly to belly suplex. The move had the crowd on it's feet, chanting "That was awesome" at Kingston's athleticism. Instead of going for the cover, Kingston played to the crowd and even bowed telling them they should be cheering him. This allowed Suzume to roll onto the apron, preventing any attempt at a pin attempt. Kingston went to lift Suzume into the ring over the ropes, but Suzume used the ropes as a guillotine on Kingston and proceeded to hit an apron kick to the head. With Kingston stunned, Suzume went back up to the top and went for a crossbody, but Kingston hit a picture perfect dropkick right on the money. He went for the cover, but only got a two. As the match saw it's final moments, Kingston looked for an ace crusher, but Suzume out maneuvered Kingston and hits a beautiful superkick. She climbed to the top rope and hit the moonsault double foot stomp and made the cover for the three. After the match: The referee raised Suzume's hand in victory as the HKW celebrated her first win in the company. Before she can really enjoy the moment, Bo McClearly along with Billy Joe McClearly made their way toward the ring and looked to attack Suzume, but she managed to escape Bo's grasp after sliding through his legs and to the outside. Suzume and Billy Joe exchanged a look before Suzume made her way up the ramp, wondering what Bo and Billy Joe wanted from her. An irate Bo starts throwing a fit inside the ring and lifts Kingston up hits sends him to the mat with a 3 Handled Credenza! Billy Joe enters the ring with Kingston down and Bo staring at him like prey. Billy Joe walks toward the downed Kingston, stands over him and yells out "YA DAMN SISSY! WAHOOO!" as the scene transitions backstage. ![]() The scene fades backstage as Defiance GM is seen taking a sip from his glass of scotch. He winces a little and looks towards the television screen watching the show. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph… Suddenly a knock is heard at the door. He looks over to the door from the corner of his eye and takes another sip before placing the cup back on it’s holster. ROMEO PRICE: Come in! The door opens but to Romeo’s surprise, there isn’t anyone there. At that sudden moment, wind is heard vaguely. In the dark part of the room, we hear a voice. UNKNOWN VOICE: You’ve done well….. Romeo. Romeo smirks and sits back in his chair. ROMEO PRICE: So you’re still alive? He chuckles as he looks over to the dark part of the office. ROMEO PRICE: C’mon, you’re not THAT ugly. Come out of the shadows, you spend too much time there… Out of the shadows comes a man in a black suit wearing white paint on his face, black paint around his eyes, a red line across his lips, and scraggly hair. The man under the facepaint is….. Spirit Z (aka Jesse Lewis). SPIRIT Z: ‘Spend too much time there’? What a bold statement, Romeo. Coming from the same man who spends time……. in other places. Spirit Z then walks over and sits down in front of Romeo. SPIRIT Z: Quite an impressive feat you’ve obtained, Romeo. Now becoming the man. I’m sure the White Nights are shaking in their boots right about now. He then looks over at the whiskey bottle. Studying it.Romeo chuckles and shakes his head. ROMEO PRICE: The White Nights….Hmph...What waste of space on Earth… Romeo squints looking at the face paint on Jesse’s face. He then rubs his chin as he looks away trying not to laugh. ROMEO PRICE: I see you’ve picked up the art of being a mime...Sort of imagined Brandon to do something as foolish as that but you…..Oh well, who am I to judge a troubled man? Romeo looks back over to him noticing his eyes drawn by the bottle. ROMEO PRICE: Did you want something? Z starts to snicker a bit. SPIRIT Z: One of many jokes.. Yes.. one of many jokes. How about this. How about what I want…. is revenge? He snickers to himself a bit. SPIRIT Z: But you know better than anyone else, Romeo. I don’t do revenge. I’m a risk taker, but not a man who dwells in the past. But I really want is… What I really want is…. He looks over at the whiskey bottle, and then back to Romeo. SPIRIT Z: A way to dwell in the past… to get the mindset for revenge. Romeo’s smirk begins to disappear as he looks at Jesse as hard as he can trying his best to study him. ROMEO PRICE: Revenge on….Who? What….What’s wrong with you Jesse? Spirit Z smiles. SPIRIT Z: There’s a plot, and every good man knows not to expose that plot. But… just expect to see me more often… than usual. Spirit Z then rises. SPIRIT Z: Good to see you though, Romeo. Spirit Z then walks out of the room. Romeo watches his friend leave wondering what could Jesse possibly have planned. He takes a sip from his cup and looks back to the television… ROMEO PRICE: Christ… The scene fades as he shakes his head. ![]() The scene fades in with Lance Winters waiting in line at one of the concession spots in the arena. He looks down at his watch, well a tattoo of a watch and taps it. He looks back up at the front of the line and grunts. LANCE WINTERS: HEY! HEY! People look back at him. LANCE WINTERS: HURRY THIS THE FUCK UP OR I’M GOING TO COME UP THERE AND CAUSE A GODDAMN RUCKUS?! The teenage boy at the cash register takes a big gulp in fear as he looks and sees just who it was screaming at him. CONCESSION EMPLOYEE: Al...Alri...Alright sir we’re very...very...very sorry for the inconvenience. The boy’s fear could be felt a mile away. It was like an aura surrounding him. LANCE WINTERS: YEAH YOU BETTER BE… He looks around at the people around him just as afraid as the boy. LANCE WINTERS: Can you believe this bullshit service? As Lance asked the question another Defiance star by the name of Fran looked up at him. Clearly shaken by the display - she almost felt as bad as the boy. She mustered up enough courage to ask one simple question. FRAN: D-do you want…...a blueberry muffin? I hear they have mind soothing powers. My mom told me this a while ago. Fran paused after asking the confusing question to await Lance’s response. While holding a muffin up to Lance’s mouth - hands shaking quite a bit. Even the boy serving the food raised a brow before his attention went straight back to Lance. Lance looked at the muffin and back to the blonde girl offering him it. LANCE WINTERS: WELL, I’d NEVER TURN DOWN a muffin from a pretty little girl. Sure, I’ll take a bite. He takes the muffin and takes a bite out of it. He closes his eyes and nods. LANCE WINTERS: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, that’s good. Lance shoots a look back at the boy and snarls. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT? HURRY THE FUCK UP! Lance then throws the muffin at the boy hitting him in the face. LANCE WINTERS: Pick that up! The boy picks it up and looks back at Lance shaking a little. LANCE WINTERS: Are you kidding me? THROW IT AWAY! As Lance yelled at the top of his lungs at the boy Fran fell straight down to the ground. Everyone in the cafe shot a glance at what had quickly become a scene. A man had rushed over to help Fran back to her feet asking... MAN: Are you alright?! What happened? Did he hit you?! Fran - dizzy as if she had caught the flu laid in the man’s arms saying in the weakest voice possible…. FRAN: His vocal cords were too much……Knocked me right over. I think I’m fine. Fran eased herself back to a vertical base before looking at the boy and Lance. FRAN: Hey, um, I know you’re names Lance right? Since you’ve been wrestling a while. I’m Fran. And I don’t wanna fall anymore today, why can’t we just walk away? He’s only trying to work so we could wrestle on a good tum tum. Fran asked, implying that they ditch the scene so the boy could be left to his own devices. Lance turns to the man who helped Fran up over hearing him asking if Lance hit her. Lance begins laughing hard and turns his body over to the man. LANCE WINTERS: REALLY BUDDY? Did I hit her? C’mere. LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT FEELS WHEN I ACTUALLY HIT YOU HUH?! MAN: Hey! I saw you hit her buddy, and I don’t appreciate any man hitting any woman ya hear?! Why don’t you get outta here before I put my hands on you show you what a woman beater really deserves. Lance laughs and sticks his face out. Fran watches on in horror. Not knowing what she should do. Lance pats his chin mocking the man he laughs. LANCE WINTERS: C’MON?! One shot! I’ll let you have first shot. C’MON! Do it. DO IT! The man looks around and lifts his fist up ready to take a swing...He swings and connects with a clean hit on Lance. Fran screams - her jaw dropped. Lance stumbles back just once and holds his jaw giggling. LANCE WINTERS: MY TURN! Lance lunches back knocking the man clean out. Lance then begins to curb stomp the man while laughing in the process. LANCE WINTERS: HHHEEEEYYYY! C’mon budddddyyy! I THOUGHT YOU WAS GOING TO SHOW ME A LESSON! He laughs and looks back at the boy. Who looked down to see his own pants a little more wet than they should have been. Out of fear for Winters. LANCE WINTERS: IF I’M NOT THE FIRST PERSON IN THE LINE AND ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVEN’T BEEN SERVED FAST ENOUGH THIS IS GONNA BE YOU! Winters looks back to Fran. LANCE WINTERS: How’s that song go? You know that song by that Degrassi kid? He looks back to the boy. LANCE WINTERS: THINGS WILL GO ZERO TO A HUNDRED REAL QUICK! The boy whom sadly wet himself looked to Fran. As if pleading with her through eye contact to do something. She looked up at Lance, bare mind that Fran wasn’t normal by any means, her version of seducing to get her way was odd. FRAN: Lanceeeeee, hold up for a moment. Just think of all the arrrrromassss….. Fran picked up a chocolate chip cookie pressing her body closer to Lance. Cookie in the middle. It was a silly display. FRAN: If you beat this kid up you’ll probably be banned from the cafe and you’ll probably have to call up some skank like…...uh…..Amber Monroe. Yeah her, I know I’m terrible for dropping names but you’ll go hungry because she can’t cook. Then you’ll lose weight and end up all skinny and awkward looking like Michael Alexander. It’ll be super duper uber wuber tragic. Sooooooo…. Fran walked over to the boy. SWACK! She slapped him semi-hard in the face. Then looked back at Lance FRAN: See? He just took a slap from a youngin on national TV. Doesn’t get any worse. And you made him pee his pants so pretty please don’t kill him?? Fran clapped her hands together showing her pearly whites to Lance. Hoping that he’d let the boy live to..well...live to cook another day. Lance laughed and leaned in to whisper in her ear. LANCE WINTERS: Not. By. A. Long. Shot. Toots. Lance charges over to the counter and hops over it and begins beating the hell out of the boy and pushes the other employees out of the way. Fran watched on helplessly, not wanting to step up physically. Knowing all too well that Lance would trash her. Lance then begins making himself a bacon cheeseburger and grabs some fries. He then gets him a strawberry shake. Before leaving he looks back to the damage he’s done. LANCE WINTERS: Oooohhhhhhh, you guys gonna be in tttrrrrooouuuubbllleeeeeee. Better clean up this mess before your manager gets back. He slides over the counter and begins to walk around with fans looking at him with their eyes wide. Winters stops walking and looks back to Fran. LANCE WINTERS: You coming? Out of fear Fran looked left and right before realizing that SHE was the only Fran in the room. FRAN: O-okay…..just don’t make my face a pancake... Fran followed behind Lance. Keeping herself a good distance away. Her hyperactive mind told her that he could leap at her next. The scene fades as fans make a clear way as Lance and Fran walked on as he enjoyed his food. ![]() Nicole Starr defeated Joey Miles, Drew Thornton, and London Carter after submitting London Carter in Crazy Train at 10:02 - This was a pretty solid little match that saw all four competitors get in some nice spots. Thornton and Miles paired off in one corner in the early going trading punches. London Carter took it to Nicole Starr for a while, even hitting a moonsault for a long two count before broken up by Thornton. Starr hit a pinning hurricanrana on Thornton later in the match, but Joey Miles pulled her off of the cover and hit her with a Boob Plex. The eventual finish came when Thornton hit the DrewBox 360 (Spinning heel kick) on London Carter, and then Joey Miles attacked Drew Thornton immediately after, locking him into Fade Away (Reverse STO into Koji Clutch). Nicole Starr, being the opportunist, snuck up and slapped on Crazy Train (Octopus Stretch) on the dazed London Carter. It was a race to the finish as both Carter and Thornton were locked in submissions, but London Carter tapped first and the bell rang with Miles still trying to submit Thornton. Post Match: Nicole Starr rolled out of the ring and celebrated her win, throwing her hands up in the air. Joey Miles released Thornton from the clutch, looking dejected he didn’t get the win. Thornton rubbed his neck, no worse for wear. Some medical staff looked at London Carter in the corner but he also appeared to be okay. ![]() CHARLI is caught by cameras walking through the backstage area with a hollow expression on her face. The tattooed beauty didn’t even acknowledge the workers or any of the other Defiance talent that were scheduled to compete tonight. Something finally caught her attention. As cameras shifted around it caught an infamous name plate on a door. “LYLE RISKY” CHARLI knocked on the door softly the first time. CHARLI: Open the door. No reply. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a busy man such as Risky to lack time enough to listen to every newbie’s problems. CHARLI: I need to ask a few things. Once again. No reply. CHARLI was a sociopath, meaning she did things just to do them. BANG! She kicked at Risky’s door until it flew open. Clearly she didn’t have the emotional capacity to realize her ass could have been grass before her career even started. She was a nobody imposing her will on the door of a higher up.Footsteps are heard in the background that come to a stop as the camera pans out revealing Co-Owner Lyle Risky standing there holding his Risko DoubleCup in hand watching the woman banging on the door. He chuckles a little noticing she still hasn’t seen him just yet. LYLE RISKY: Ayo tell that foo’ to hurry his ass up. We got business to discuss and this mufucka owes me money! CHARLI turned to Risky with her eyes widened. She didn’t exactly know what to expect from him so she decided to be direct. CHARLI: Oh my. Can’t say that happens often, hello sir. I needed to explain something. When I break Sam Morgan’s spine the cost of his medical bills should not come out of my check. A little woman told me that would happpen. With her face back to normal CHARLI waited to see how Risky responded. Judging by her face, she fully intended to hurt Sam that night for disrespecting her on social media. She had completely forgotten the fact that Risky’s door was messed up. Risky laughed and walked towards the door pushing it open as Balto hops up barking and growling at Charli knowing she was the one that was banging on the door. LYLE RISKY: Chill bruh, she aight. Balto looks up to Risky and back to Charli shaking his head and walks back over to this favorite spot in the office. LYLE RISKY: Nah whatever you do to em ain’t comin’ out ya paycheck. You’re good. Lyle takes a seat at his desk and takes a sip from his cup. CHARLI examines Risky further, unable to believe things went this smooth. She looked at Risky’s cup before asking questions only someone who didn’t feel much would ask. CHARLI: Alright, that satisfies me. Why are you being nice? Do I not frustrate you? Are you happy? CHARLI looked at the cup again softly removing it from Risky’s hand. Lifting it up to her mouth to take a sip. Immediately her face went bright red as she literally shoved the cup back into Risko’s hand. CHARLI: What on EARTH is in that cup? Is that devil liquids???! She blinked twice - feeling slightly awkward. She didn’t like it, she loved having control over her body. It’s what MMA taught her. CHARLI: I don’t even….. Risky begins to laugh and shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: Sprite Remix mixed with some Texas Lean. Haha, goddamn! He continues laughing and bangs on the desk while doing so. LYLE RISKY: Ah man, yooo. Nah But, i honestly give a damn about what you little brats do in y’all matches. Y’all get hurt...That’s your problem. Sure ya medical bills are taken care of but I could give a damn if one of y’all get hurt, real talk. Risky takes a sip from his cup and smirks. LYLE RISKY: So like I said, you’re good. By now the magic drink CHARLI had taken really started to get to her. It only took a little bit because she never did anything. CHARLI: Your office is mighty comfortable I think I’ll just… After thinking about it for a split second CHARLI climbed on top of Risky’s desk stretching her tattooed body out. Knocking over all of his papers in the process. CHARLI: So does it get annoying dealing with newbies and their stupid problems? The question was mind boggling since CHARLI herself was doing it. Clearly she was out of her mind. The drink had actually sparked something in her. CHARLI: Because I could beat them all into the ground….you know what I mean right Risko? Especially those people who just suck up your money and do absolutely nothing to make the shows interes-AHH! CHARLI had made the mistake of leaning to far off the desk. She ended up falling on Risky’s knee face first. She looked up to Risky without realizing her nose was now a little bloody. CHARLI: Do you GET me, Risky? Do you understand? Risky hops up looking around and back down to her. LYLE RISKY: YO?! You aight? Risky helps her up to her feet leaning her on his desk and laughs. He then notices blood beginning to drop from her nose. Lyle quickly scrambles searching for some kleenex and gets some. LYLE RISKY: Hold ya head back. Lyle then places the tissue on her bleeding nostril and pinches her nose as she tilts her head back. LYLE RISKY: To answer ya question, yes. But it’s not just the newbies it’s all you mufuckas. Annoying as shit. Only a select few I can tolerate but...Majority I can’t fuck with. With the kleenex placed on her nostril CHARLI laughed - a reaction that barely ever comes. But that #RISKOLEAN sure as hell did the trick. CHARLI: I can relate to that. I’ve always known people who always felt entitled. They would take and take and take. The expression on CHARLI’s face told Risky that what she was saying was very deep. Personal. CHARLI: If you thought wrestling was shady try fighting, boxing, MMA, kickboxing or any of the sort. People there will suck the life out of you. Take Volkov for example in the Lionheart division. I know it sounds crazy but I think someone’s messing with him. I’ve seen it too many times in life. Being successful in any fighting sport means you have to disconnect or else it’ll drive you crazy. In my experience at least. Upon realizing she might have said too much CHARLI sighed. CHARLI: It’s why I came to HKW really. Not for fame...maybe for the money….I want to weed out all of those people. Lyle chuckles and lets her tilt her head forward and checks to see if it’s still bleeding. It stopped and he shoots the tissue in the trash can. LYLE RISKY: Look what happen to Volkov. He shakes his head still pissed about the situation. LYLE RISKY: I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of it. But yeah you’re gonna get your chance to do all that and probably more. Risky sits back down in his chair and takes a sip. LYLE RISKY: You aight? Finally getting up off the desk CHARLI realized Risky wasn’t as bad of a person as people made him out to be. CHARLI: Yeah, you know. Maybe I needed an ear more than the promise of my full check. It was her awkward way of saying she appreciated that Risky listened. She looked left, and then right. From her view there were no cameras (there was one pointed dead at them) she leaned forward to give Risky a hug. Something she would never do willingly in public view to protect her image. CHARLI: About that door...you can take it out of my bonus. Haha. You know, the one that’ll probably be made up after you see the submission of the night. CHARLI turns ready to leave the busy man to his work. Risky chuckles and waves off at the door comment. LYLE RISKY: Fuck that door, ain’t my property. But if you offerin’ me some money I’d take it no problem. He smirks as she begins to exit the office. LYLE RISKY: Good luck out there, don’t die. Risky winks as she leaves the office and looks to Balto. LYLE RISKY: Bitch took one sip of the RiskoLean and was turnt. Goddamn! Balto backs and wags his tail as Risky laughs and the scene fades away. ![]() Scene opens up with Ronnie Banks and Big Poo Bah (Ronnie’s bodyguard) walking around in the back. Ronnie shook his head. RONNIE BANKS: Man, bruh. Been so drunk the last few days. Shit’s been killing me. BIG POO BAH: Yeah, same. But least now we can just enjoy the show. RONNIE BANKS: That’s what I’m saying. I doubt any shit gonna happen now. Now that Rhys and Brian Gun are backing away from Capone’s plan. BIG POO BAH: What do you think his next plan is? RONNIE BANKS: Nothing. Capone and his band of thugs are nothing anymore, bruh. Rhys and Gun were their main dudes. All his other made men are shit compared to them. We have nothing to worry about. BIG POO BAH: Cool. Cool. You off to go see your cousin? RONNIE BANKS: Yeah, I’ma go find B and chill in his office, and look in the file cabinets and find Doc Carnival’s number and go pull a prank on her maybe. BIG POO BAH: Cool, I’ma go get a smoothie. RONNIE BANKS: Aight, bet. Ronnie Banks then shakes Big Poo Bah’s hand, and then they go their separate ways. Big Poo Bah then walks over, the cameraman not following him. The scene goes to fade away, but then at that instance. Two men in black suits and black glasses pop out of nowhere, and taze Big Poo Bah. The scene fades away, but you see them tying his hands. The scene completely fades. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 6 2014, 11:00 PM Post #2 |
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![]() With the scene fading backstage, backstage interviewer Damien Marks is seen shaking up with a crew member and then walking away. As he turns the corner he looks at his hand and smiles at the sight of a hundred dollar bill. DAMIEN MARKS: Niggas thought I’d stop pushin’ that work? Haha hell nah bruh. He then looks up to his cameraman and shakes his head. DAMIEN MARKS: Nigga how long you been standing there? Know what don’t even answer that shit before I beat yo ass. Speakin’ of whoopin ass, the fuck them random ass niggas at. I need a good laugh right bout now. Damien continues his pace forward with the camera crew behind him, his eyes gazing at the ground to see a trail of fifty dollar bills. DAMIEN MARKS: Ayeeeeeee He followed the trail of bills, picking each and every last one of them up until he made it the very last one. As he reached down to pick up the last bill, a furry punk wrestling boot of the fifty causing Damien to slowly raise his head to see Felicity Banks along with Ina Ina and Cash Johnson. FELICITY: On your hands and knees to pick up pocket change? Wow, Damien. Didn’t think you were a peasant, but now I see differently. Felicity chuckles as Damien rips the fifty out from underneath Felicity’s foot and makes a “pft” face at the trio. They notice the camera crew with Damien and Felicity brings her championship up to her shoulder and smiles sarcastically for the audience watching at home. FELICITY: Aren’t you parasites glad that we actually showed up tonight? And look Felicity points at the gear both she and Ina were wearing. FELICITY: We’re in our ol’ wrastlinnn’ gear. WAAAAAHOOOOOO! Ina starts square dancing around in a circle, singing “Sweet Home Alabama.” She stops in front of Damien and the camera crew and swings her hair to her back. INA INA: Uh...yeah got a bit carried away there. But uh...howdy partners! Doncha see we here fixin’ t’ scuffle with some ol’ redneck digbats? Hur Hur Hur. Her face gets more serious as she turns to Felicity and back at the camera. INA INA: Those poor boys. They don’t know who they pissed off when they called us bleeding vaginers. I mean...what even is a vaginer? You know Felly? Felicity shrugs, scratching her chin as if she were thinking heavily about the question. FELICITY: Think I bought a brand of batteries at the Dollar Tree called Vaginers? But, yeah. No idea why those guys would even say such a revolting thing. I mean, Santa did come early for them this year, and what do they do, Damien? Felicity stares over at Damien who seems more focused on counting the money he just found. FELICITY: They show their true colors. Instead of a thank you, we get called bleeding vaginers. That’s not nice. That’s not good manners. That’s despicable! But it’s like everyoneeeeee else in this company. Never wanna give anyone a thank you after they created them... Hi, Xavier. Damien looks up from the money looking at both Felicity and Ina with a similar Russell Westbrook expression. DAMIEN MARKS: I’ma need y’all to chill on all that vagina talk though bruh. I know we on HBO and all but y’all bitches gotta be so goddamn vulgar while a nigga countin’ up this money? Damn, have y’all some goddamn decency. Cash clears his throat in the background and Cash looks his way. DAMIEN MARKS: The fuck you gotta say pops? What in the Holy Grail fuck do you gotta say? Cash laughs wagging his finger. CASH JOHNSON: You see ladies, the ignorance runs strong in these peasants these days. Do yourself a favor and place that donation money in your wallet or pocket or whatever the hell you keep your currency in and do your fucking job. Hold that microphone up and appreciate the fact that greatness stands before you. I am a Wrestling God. I am Thee God of Gods. I am the Money Making SOB and when I’m talking there will be nothing but silence until I am done talking. Now you shut the hell up, stand up straight and listen up. He looks over to the camera in all seriousness. CASH JOHNSON: Isn’t it funny? Isn’t it hilarious the fact that these puny little peasants come in week after week with the nerve to act as if they truly brace the balls to be better than either of these women? Talia, also. I have been tuning into HKW for quite some time and I have YET to see one ounce of illustriousness except from the women of Killuminaughty. So it humors me each and every time I see peasants such as Xavier Daniels or Colton Sterling try and state their reasonings of being better or worth as much as them. Foolishness if you ask me. And if you ask me, neither of those dry cunts contain an opportunity to be great. Do they not see what greatness looks like? Do they not know what it takes to become one of the pillars of the almighty? Take a look at Talia, a woman of class but pure tenacity inside of the ring that will overcome each and every challenger. That peasant Onyx could even tell you that, I’m sure she took some fucking notes at the end of that match. Take a look at Ina Ina here, a beautiful woman in her own right. Striking in looks. Striking in grace. But do you honestly think she’s all looks? No. She is THEE ULTIMATE threat to each and every one of you, and Colton knows it. Why do you think he cowers each and every chance he gets? Hmm? So where has he recently coward to? Can anyone guess? The Queen of HKW. He can’t honestly be serious? Please, please tell me this adolescent peasant isn’t serious? Felicity Banks, the Queen of HKW. Felicity Banks, the HKW World Champion. Let that sink in for a moment. If this disappointment Xavier Daniels has yet to overthrow the throne, what makes someone such as Colton Sterling think he can do it? Cash shakes his head while Felicity rests her head against the hallway wall. Ina nods her head up and down, looking over to Cash and batting her eyelashes. INA INA: Seee??? Why can’t everyone be as great as Cashie? Well if they were I guess we wouldn’t need him. But ya. You get the idea. They can say whatever they want about us on Twitter with their emojis and female tendencies but the fact remains...We run this company. This match should be for those tag titles anyways. Who would want some smelly, beer-swelling hogs with those belts when you could have...me. Ina smiles before twirling around and giving the camera a nice ass shot. She turns back around and sighs. INA INA: Soon Killuminaughty will start collecting all of the titles just to say we did it. It starts at Crowned Royalty, and I don’t know exactly what’s going on. She bites her lip. INA INA: I just know I maybe the next Queen around here. Ina’s last words get a strange reaction out of Felicity who narrows a brow and looked on with a half-smirk on her face. Fel leans up from the wall she was leaning back against and walks toward the camera man. She puts her hands on the camera and fidgets it around so it was only her in the picture while Cash, Damien, and Ina were out of the shot. FELICITY: Crowned Royalty… Funny name for a pay per view, especially with the one and only Queen standing right here before you. Do you know why I’m not in that stupid tournament? It’s because I don’t need to prove that I already am royalty. She moves the camera back to focus on Ina and Cash, pushing Damien a little out of the picture. FELICITY: They are royalty. She turns the camera back to herself. FELICITY: And no tournament, no championship win, no… NOTHING will everrrr let you peasants become what we are… We’re above you all, and that’s not a catch phrase. It’s a fact. Felicity lets go of the camera and brings her belt down from her shoulder before exiting down the hallway, not looking back at Cash and Ina. Ina’s eyes followed her down the hallway and an evil smile graced her face. She holds her tummy and looks up at Cash before looking into the camera. INA INA: Um...I need food...buh bye! Ina skips off in the opposite direction of Felicity and Cash stands there not sure where to go. He shoves the camera out of his face, prematurely ending that scene. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall and it is a Debutante Match! "New Day Coming" by CFO$ blares over the sound system as Charli makes her way out from behind the curtain with a forced smile on her face. The HKW fan base don't know her so she doesn't get much of a reaction from them. As she walks down the ramp she keeps her eyes glued to the ring until she reaches it. Once near the ring she climbs into it through the third rope. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first from Jersey City....weighing in at 126 pounds, CHARLI VILLA!! Proceeding to stand in the middle of the ring with that hypnotic gaze shifted to the top of the ramp, Charli scans the crowd before jumping back down to the ring and resting in her corner. Straight out the Gate" by Tech N9ne hits the PA system as "The Misfit" Sam Morgan makes his way out onto the stage. His six foot five frame towers over the front row as he scowls down upon then. Completely ignoring them, he makes his way down the ramp and slowly climbs the stairs. As he reaches the ring post, he stops and looks around the arena, slightly baring his pointed teeth. WHISPER VIPERI: From Grand Rapids, Michigan. He weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds. He is The Misfit, The Diamond in the Rough, Sam!!! Morrrrrrggaaaaannnnnnn! The camera gets an up close view of his eyes, which are the color red. He swings his leg through the ropes and hopes into the ring. He begins to shadow box, getting himself hyped for the match while watching his opponent from across the ring. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! The match begins with both Charli and Sam walking out of their corners in unique stances. Charli is the first to strike as she lunges forward and attempts a lariat, but Morgan ducks underneath it and locks his hands around Charli's waist. He goes for a release belly to back, but Charli flips to her feet and connects with a dropkick to the back of Sam's head. Sam stumbled back into the corner while Charli measured up and blasted Sam with a running boot to the face. Sam dropped to the mat and Charli climbed to the top rope, patiently waiting for Sam to rise to his feet. When he did, Charli soared off the top but got blasted by a huge European uppercut from Morgan! RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit, bruh! I think I seen Charli's gums fly outta her mouth! BRIAN MASON: That was certainly a stiff European uppercut. Lets see if Morgan can capitalize. Sam lifts Charli to her feet and lifts her over his shoulder. He backs into the corner with Charli up in his arms and brings her down to the mat with a running poweslam. Sam goes for the cover... ONE! KICKOUT! Before the two count by the newcomer Villa. Sam lifts Villa to her feet and drives his knees into her abdomen repeatedly before locking her leg up with one arm and sliding his other behind her back. BRIAN MASON: Looks like he's going for a capture suplex. RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, this some shit he learned from the dry hump kama sutra. ALEXA CORRA: ... What the fuck did you just say?! It does in fact look like Sam is going for a capture suplex, but Charli frees herself by elbowing Sam in the head until he lets her go. With Sam staggered, Charli bounces off the ropes and hits Sam with a shoulder block! The moves sends Morgan bouncing off the ropes himself and Charli connects with a spinning roundhouse kick on the rebound! Villa goes for the cover... ONE! KICKOUT! Only a one count for Charli this time as she mounts over top of Sam and begins driving her fists and digging her elbows into his face. Sam manages to push Charli off of him before the two scramble to their feet. They meet in the center of the ring where Morgan blasts Charli with another European uppercut and follows it up with a release belly to belly suplex. Morgan pops to his feet and slaps his chest before turning to the crowd, baring his teeth. Sam motions that he's going to put Charli away and slaps at his chest some more before moving towards the corner and waiting for Charli to rise to her feet. Once Villa's up, Sam dashes toward her and goes for a spear, but Charli leap frogs over Morgan and rolls him up with a schoolboy! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Morgan kicks out just as the referees hand was coming down for the three. Sam and Charli scramble to their feet and Villa strikes first with a discus elbow to the back of the head, followed by a jumping neckbreaker! ALEXA CORRA: Damn, this match hasn't been bad. Needs more blood. RANDY THE PILOT: You a damn freak. Villa takes her time getting back to the downed Morgan, taking a moment to catch her breath. She sees Morgan is starting to stir and gets to him before he stands to his feet, kicking him in the face with a soccer kick. Villa grabs a hold of Sam's hair and pulls him back into the corner before she drives her shoulder into his abdomen repeatedly. Charli digs her nails into Sam's face after the shoulder thrusts until the referee admonishes the five count causing Villa to break the hold. With Sam blinded, Charli runs off the ropes and looking for a high impact move, but Morgan lunges out of the corner and turns Charli inside out with a devastating spear! BRIAN MASON: Spear! Huge spear by Morgan! ALEXA CORRA: You sound like a fan boy, Mase. Smack him, Randy. RANDY THE PILOT: Can't. Think I'm hurtin' from that spear...or I gotta drop a deuce. Morgan, still feeling the effects from having nails pressed into his eyes, stumbles toward the downed Villa and grabs her by the hair. He pulls her up and wraps her into a bearhug, squeezing the life out of Villa. The referee ass Charli if she wants to quit, but the newcomer refuses and once again uses her nails to press them into Morgan's eyes to relinquish the hold. Charli pushes Morgan back against the ropes and hits him a dropkick the sends him flying over the top rope and out of the ring. Morgan immediately pops back to his feet, but it's only temporary as Villa comes soaring through the top two ropes with a suicide dive! BRIAN MASON: Didn't think she could do that... RANDY THE PILOT: These wrestling ninjas be crazy. They can do anything if the time right. ALEXA CORRA: She dived through ropes. Whoopie dooo! SHE'S THE BEST IN THE WORLD~! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, why you mad for? Both competitors look tired and struggle to their feet, but Villa makes her way up first. ONE TWO Villa hears the referee start his ten count but chose to attack Morgan, stomping down on his hand as he made his way to his feet. She tried to do it again, but Morgan pushed forward and sent Villa spine first into the protective guardrail. THREE FOUR Morgan hears the count, but now he chooses to bring the attack to Charli, lifting her to a vertical base and whipping her into the steel steps at ringside. He sees Charli's head pressed against the steel steps and goes for a running knee, but Villa moves out of the way at the last second causing Morgan to hurt the knee! FIVE SIX Both Villa and Morgan struggle to their feet, neither one looking in the best of shape. SEVEN Villa and Morgan make it to their feet, but instead of going to the ring, they attack one another with rights, lefts, elbows, and uppercuts, neither one budging. EIGHT NINE Hearing the referees count up to nine, Morgan blasts Charli with another big European uppercut and charges toward the ring, not wanting another house show occurrence to happen. Just as his hands touch the apron, Charli grabs at Morgan's ankle and holds him back from entering the ring, causing the referee to finish his count. TEN! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a count out! The crowd is heard booing as Morgan and Villa both look on irate, still outside the ring. Villa and Morgan stare down the referee before turning their attention to one another. The two begin brawling at ringside much to the crowds delight, exchanging elbows and uppercuts galore. ALEXA CORRA: Let there be blood! It looks as if Villa's elbow to Morgan busted his nose open up a bit which just pisses the newcomer off more. The two continue their brawling at ringside until the security crew comes out and holds the two Lionheart hopefuls apart. Winner - No Contest (9:56) ![]() Cut to the backstage area, down the hall from the locker rooms in the Galen Center. Perched atop one of the multitude of equipment boxes stacked around the hallway is Shane Atwater, his head bowed as he quietly and painstakingly tapes his hands for his upcoming match. SHANE ATWATER You know...I haven’t been much for talking since I’ve been here in HKW. He pauses, putting the finishing touches on his left hand before turning his attention to his right. SHANE ATWATER At least, not on television. I understand that’s one of the hallmarks of this business, but it’s just...never been my thing, honestly. I prefer to let my actions speak for me, rather than get caught up in yet another pissing contest, or spend my time crying and bitching about a bunch of woes that are 95 percent in my bitch-made imagination. He smirks, chuckling. SHANE ATWATER See enough of both of those on the Twitter machine, anyway. Atwater brings his wrist up, biting the tape to tear it and laying it down before setting about finishing the job, continuing as he does so. SHANE ATWATER But in spite of all that...I can’t help but feel like I need to address a few things. I’m not typically the type to let shit get under my skin. I try to let things just roll off my back...but these last couple of weeks there have been a few things that have...tried my patience, so to speak. A lot of wins that’ve been taken off the table for me, either because of some unwanted interference...simple miscalculations…. Or outright stupidity. Now, the gangland bullshit, as annoying as it is, it’s a part of the business. In this sport there are always going to be those who exist and survive via strength in numbers. It’s just something you’ve got to deal with. A.S.H., The Family...half a hundred others. The numbers game is just something you have to adapt to, and be prepared for...so you can deal maximum damage when you just so happen to get one of them alone. Big shout-out to the McCleary boys on that one. He grins. SHANE ATWATER And as far as miscalculations go...That’s on me. I made the mistake of letting dear Gia slip catch me unaware and walk away with a gift-wrapped win. That’s my fault. 100 percent on my shoulders. It’s happened, it’s water under the bridge...the only way to resolve it is to insure that it never has the opportunity to happen again, and I can guarantee you that is exactly what I intend to do. So enjoy it while you can, Gia dear. You owe me one. And I’m thinking Crowned Royalty is the perfect time to collect. He finishes taping up, ripping the tape with his teeth and tossing it aside, letting it clatter on the equipment case with a thud. SHANE ATWATER Those things I can deal with. Outright stupidity? Not so much. When I walk into a match, I have certain expectations of the opposition I’ll be facing. Not least among those is that they’ll have a basic understanding of the rules of the sport. It’s kind of a fundamental thing. Something that shouldn’t even have to be considered. Sure, there are those that know the rules and chose to ignore them, or circumvent them at will, but that’s a different thing. That I can deal with. What I can’t deal with, is blatant ignorance. What I can’t deal with, is some up-jumped gorilla with delusions of grandeur walking into that ring with no concept of what a professional wrestling match entails, managing to grossly embarrass himself AND me by making our match into a farce...then having the gall to run his mouth about it afterward. Shane shakes his head, sighing grimly. SHANE ATWATER That is something I can’t deal with. That is something that I won’t stand for. That...is the kind of thing, that if I were a bit more high strung, might just push the right buttons for me to go on a profanity laced tirade right now. Understand this, Sam Morgan: I am a professional wrestler. A damn good one, in a company filled with some of the best in the world. Every man and woman in that locker room, in spite of their backgrounds, in spite of their aims and goals in this business, comes to work with a basic, functioning knowledge of this sport. Every single one of them. World Champions, Hillbilly degenerates, giant Russian killing machines, batshit insane “evil” fake doctors, former models with tits three sizes too large, they all understand how the game is played. All of them...except you. I find that offensive not only professionally, but professionally, Sam. I get it. You’re some faux MMA cage-fighting fuckwit who thinks he’s too good for this industry, and that he’s going to kick-punch his way to superiority. You’re a blunt instrument whose only setting is to plow blindly forward and swing at whatever’s in front of you, hoping it doesn’t kill you first. No finesse. No skill. No ability. You hit something with a hammer enough times, of course it’s going to break. But some problems can’t be solved by brute force. Sometimes you’ve got to take the problem apart, break it from the inside. That takes real skill. That takes actual knowledge. Knowledge you don’t have. Knowledge you apparently aren’t interested in having. And that...is unacceptable. You’re not a monster, Sam Morgan. You aren’t some unstoppable killing machine who’s going to bathe in my blood and grind his way to the top. You aren’t intimidating in the slightest. You’re an obstacle. An obstacle I’m going to take apart, just like a great many that follow me will undoubtedly do. You may be a tough guy, you may throw a mean punch or high knee, but you aren’t a wrestler, and you’ve already been exposed. I did it at the house show, and I’ll do it again at the next Defiance...with the added bonus of doing it inside of a cage you are all too familiar with. See, unlike you, Sam, when I come into something new...I make sure I learn everything I can about it. I make certain I’m utterly and completely prepared for the task at hand. I study. I put in the work. I make sure I have a full understanding of what it entails not only to survive, but to thrive...So when I tell you that I know that cage just as well, if not better, than you do, you can take that for a fact. It may be your house...but after the next episode of Defiance, you’ll just have to explain how you let a man walk into your living room and humiliate you. Shane finally hops down from the equipment box, cracking his neck with a sigh. SHANE ATWATER But that’s next week. Other things to focus on tonight. Namely, Rhys Baines. You know...Rhys...when it comes down to it, you and I are a lot alike. Different motivations, sure, but when it comes to how we get it done in the ring, and how we go about our business otherwise...There are a lot of similarities there. Might even go so far to say I have a modicum of respect for you, your..affiliations aside. This right here, is the sort of match I look forward to when I come to work. No interference...because I know you won’t want your Family getting in the way...no distractions...no outright stupidity. Pure competition. It’s a shame this is the last time we’ll get to square off for the foreseeable future as you make your way over to IGNITE… And its even more of a shame that you’ll be making that trip on the heels of a loss. You’re a Hell of a competitor, Rhys, I’ll give you that. A Hell of a wrestler. But I need this win. I need this momentum. And as much as I know you’d love to leave Defiance with one more mark in your favor...That is something I just can’t allow. I know you want to leave Defiance a winner, Rhys...But you’re going to have to settle for being the catalyst that starts the chain that leads to my victory in the Crowned Royalty tournament. Because tonight, Rhys Baines...You find out what Sam Morgan, Gia Levi, and all the rest are going to come to know all too well. He pauses, cracking a slight smirk. SHANE ATWATER Everybody Taps. With that, Shane turns to leave, heading toward the gorilla position to finish his match prep. ![]() Scene opens up with an ambulance in the back and has Big Poo Bah in a stretcher. The paramedics are doing everything they can to keep him conscious. PARAMEDIC #1: Stay with me, Keith. Stay with me right now. Ronnie Banks comes out of nowhere, and sees Big Poo Bah in a stretcher. He runs over and a paramedic pushes him back PARAMEDIC #2: No! Stay back! RONNIE BANKS: Bruh! What the fuck happened?! We see blood on the stretcher and a good amount of it spilling. RONNIE BANKS: Oh my God… what the fuck happened. PARAMEDIC #2: We don’t know. His whole face is caved in. He’s alive. It’s just...we don’t know. Ronnie walks over to Big Poo Bah and sees him. Big Poo Bah opens an eye barely and looks up to him. Ronnie puts a hand on him. RONNIE BANKS: It’s alright, man. Just. I’ll figure this out. PARAMEDIC #2: Okay. We gotta take him. Let’s go boys! Ronnie backs away, and the two paramedics get into the ambulance, and they turn the siren on and make their way out of the parking lot. Ronnie then looks to the ground. Bawling his fists together. RONNIE BANKS: Tony……..Tony Capone… He starts to shake vigorously. RONNIE BANKS: TONY!!!!!!! The scene fades as Ronnie runs off screaming for Tony Capone. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! As a remix of "The Godfather" theme begins to play throughout the arena, the familiar entrance video of multiple mafia actions being performed by former members of the mafia begins to show. Slowly stepping out from behind the curtain is Rhys Baines, followed by his soldiers, Jensen Wolfe and Lorenzo Lappolizi. All three men are dressed in suits, including Rhys with his popped collar. The three men look straight at the ring, eyes locked on it, as Abel Manco steps out from behind the curtain before he walks up to Rhys and pats him on the shoulder. He whispers something to him, getting a smirk from the Welshman. Rhys then begins his descent down to the ring as the audience gives him a lukewarm reaction. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Cardiff, Wales; weighing in at 222 pounds, representing The Family, he is RHYS BAINES! Once ringside, Rhys slowly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring before walking over to his corner, where he proceeds to remove his suit jacket and hand it to Jensen at ringside. He then removes his dress shirt and hands it to the same person before removing his black dress slacks as well, revealing the back and white MMA style wrestling trunks. Rhys then begins hopping up and down in place, Abel Manco then getting on the apron and hypes Rhys up before handing him a black mouthguard, which he inserts into his mouth before clapping his hands together and waiting for the match to start. BRIAN MASON: As we learned a couple of days ago, Rhys Baines has been traded to the iGNITE roster. ALEXA CORRA: And it is possibly the worst trade Romeo Price will ever make. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m just happy I ain’t gotta be worried about the mafia mofos no more. The lights dim, and the eerie opening to “The Outsider (Apocalypse Mix)” ring out through the arena. The music kicks in, and the lights begin to strobe slowly, riding the crescendo as Maynard James Keenan's voice kicks in Help me if you can It's just that this Is not the way I'm wired So could you please Help me understand why You've given in to all these Reckless dark desires The floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim, if knowing smile and nod before heading toward the ring. You're Lying to yourself again Suicidal imbecile You're pounding on a fault line What'll it take to get it through to you precious Over this, why do you Wanna throw it away like this Such a mess, well I don't wanna watch you... WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER! Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. Disconnect and self destruct One bullet at a time What’s your rush now Everyone will have his day to die Atwater kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner to wait for the start of the match. BRIAN MASON: Shane Atwater will obviously be looking to make a statement only a few weeks away from Crowned Royalty. ALEXA CORRA: Here’s hoping Gia doesn’t come out to distract him. Maybe then he can put on a halfway decent match. RANDY THE PILOT: MY DUDE ATWATER. ![]() vs. ![]() DING! DING! DING! The two men slowly circle the ring, almost exactly like how two MMA fighters would. Once they get towards the center, Shane looks for a lockup, but Rhys isn’t willing to give him one. This is going to be a fight, not a hold-for-hold type of match. Shane shrugs off the fact that Rhys does want to lock up and quickly waits for Rhys to make a move, which he does as he shoots out a right jab that gets easily brushed away. Rhys then goes for a left jab, but that gets brushed away just as easily as the first. Shane quickly takes advantage and launches forward before hitting Rhys right in the face with a forearm strike. And another. And another. Shane doesn’t stop with the forearm strikes until Rhys is on the ropes, allowing Shane to irish whip him towards the opposite ropes. Rhys does indeed hit those ropes and bounces off of them before getting met with a dropkick from Shane! Shane tries to go for the cover, but Rhys turns so that his face is now facing the mat, not allowing Shane to get a pinfall attempt in. Shane gets to his feet and grabs Rhys by the head afterwards before slowly getting him up to both feet as well. Shane irish whips Rhys into the nearest corner and Rhys leans up against the turnbuckles, shaking his head as he tries to get his wits about him. Shane charges forward and hits a knee to the gut of Rhys before pulling him out of the corner, hooking his head and lifting him up, before planting him onto his back with a snap suplex before going for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Atwater taking it to Baines real early here. ALEXA CORRA: Atwater’s got a lot more to prove. He’s trying to pull out all of the stops. Let’s see if he can. RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater about to drown this dude with his offense. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Rhys shoots his shoulder up to boos from the audience. Shane quickly grabs Rhys’s arm and goes to lock in an armbar, but Rhys has the wit to quickly pull his hand away from Atwater and grab at the ropes close by. Shane shakes his head as he grabs Rhys by the back of the head and slowly gets him up to both feet. Unfortunately, he is met with an elbow to the face courtesy of Rhys, that sends him staggering backwards. Rhys quickly turns around and catches Shane right in the jaw with a right hook that sends him staggering even more! Shane holds his jaw as Rhys grabs his head, then drives his knee right into Shane’s gut as many time as possible before Atwater is stopped by the ropes surrounding the ring. Rhys then drills Shane right in the head with a headbutt, then lets him go as he watches him drop to all fours onto the mat. Rhys motions for Shane to get to his feet and once he does, he catches him with a European uppercut that floors the submission specialist! Shane looks down and out as Rhys goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Good European uppercut by Baines there! ALEXA CORRA: Shane might be swallowing teeth after that. RANDY THE PILOT: NO! MY DUDE, SHANE! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Baines quickly gets on top of Atwater and begins swinging lefts and rights, almost like a UFC fighter would. Atwater, smart enough to know when to cover up, does so, not allowing Baines to get much with his lefts and rights. Baines gets tired of swinging away at Atwater’s head, so he instead takes his hands and separates Atwater’s arms, allowing him to drive his head down and headbutt Atwater right in the head, causing his nose to start bleeding, The ref pulls Baines off of Atwater, allowing the submission specialist to roll onto all fours. Baines slowly gets to his feet and slaps his right elbow before motioning for Atwater to get to his feet. Shane slowly does get to his feet, but as soon as he sees Rhys coming at him with that elbow, he has the wits about him to duck. Rhys’s elbow hits nothing but air, which forces him to turn around and get met with Atwater’s own European uppercut, which slowly knocks him down to the mat! The audience cheers as Atwater goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: And a European uppercut from Atwater! ALEXA CORRA: Looks like he’s trying to snag this one right here. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Atwater quickly decides to keep on the attack, not wanting Baines to get any breathing room. So he grabs Baines by the head and slowly gets him to his knees before hooking his head and planting him skull-first into the mat with a DDT! Atwater goes for another cover! RANDY THE PILOT: Here it is though! The dubya! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shane doesn’t seem to let the two straight kickouts bother him as once again he gets to his feet. This time, he grabs Rhys and gets him up to both feet before hooking his head with his left arm and hooking Rhys’s left leg with his right arm. Shane then lifts up Rhys and plants him with a fisherman suplex before lifting him up again and connecting with another fisherman suplex! When it looks like he’s going for a third one, Shane gets Rhys in mid-air before turning it around and slamming Rhys back first into the mat, his skull bouncing off of it to a big pop from the audience! Atwater goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: The Whale and The Wasp connects! Baines might be out cold! ALEXA CORRA: Here’s hoping not. I wanna see more blood than a little nose bleed. RANDY THE PILOT: THIS IS THOUGH! THIS IS IT! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: OH HELL NAH! The audience and Atwater are stunned. Baines managed to get that right shoulder up just in time to break up the three count. Atwater slowly gets to his feet and walks over to the ref before the two have a small argument over the count. The submission specialist then turns his attention back to Baines and sees that he’s on all fours. Atwater waits for him to get to a knee before rushing forward, grabbing Baines’ right arm, and going for a cross armbreaker...only for Baines to roll through it and get to his feet! Atwater quickly gets to his as well, but it proves to be a mistake as Rhys drives his right elbow right into Shane’s jaw, connecting with “Rhys’s Elbow”! Atwater drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes before Baines drops down and goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: BAM! Rhys’s elbow from out of nowhere! ALEXA CORRA: Shane looks out cold now... RANDY THE PILOT: NOOOOOOOOOO! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match via pinfall, RHYS BAINESSSSSSSS! BRIAN MASON: Impressive win by Baines there! ALEXA CORRA: It looked like Atwater was going to work on that left arm, but Baines managed to counter out of it. RANDY THE PILOT: Man, now I need some Cool Ranch Doritos. Rhys just gets to his feet and lets his arm get raised as Jensen and the other two men ringside clap along to their head capo getting a victory. Baines looks over at the Crowned Royalty sign put up in the stands and points at it before turning to a near camera and mouthing “make it happen”, before the scene fades out. WINNER: Rhys Baines (10:49) ![]() The scene opens up with Kenzie Jolie Valerie in the women’s locker room; she is seated on one of the benches. Next to her is Nina Stokes, who is putting on some wrist tape. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : I’m sorry to bother you before your big match Nina. But, a lot of things have happened here as of late. It seems that you haven’t publicly addressed what went down at Defiance XXII. So, I thought I’d give you a chance to get things off your chest. Nina doesn’t look up; she just continues taping. Nina Stokes : You know, I became friends with Nicole because I thought she was like-minded. I’ve always had a passion for wrestling. I’ve never like the beef, or the senseless fighting; I’ve always been attracted to the wrestling. And when I first met Nicole, wrestling was her main focus as well. Nina is silent for a few seconds. Nina Stokes : You all don’t know how excited I was to find out that Nicole had signed here in HKW; it was almost like a dream come true. Not only do I get to wrestle for one of the best promotions in the world, but I also get to hang out with my best friend, my sister? What could be better than that right? She finishes taping up her right wrist. Nina Stokes : But then...things changed; it seemed like she started to change. I have my theories as to why, but I'm not going to go into them right now. But, she changed—and well, here we are. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : Do you still consider her a friend? Nina doesn't respond for a few seconds; she starts taping up her left wrist. Nina Stokes : As crazy as this may, sound...I do still consider her a friend. She and I developed a bond, and that is hard to break. Kenzie nods her head. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : Now, it recently came out that her father passed away. Nina Stokes : That's right. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : Have you tried to reach out to her? Nina sighs. Nina Stokes : Regardless of what the internet says, I'm not a mean and heartless person. Am I upset and angry at Nicole? Of course I am. But, I don't like to see her hurting. But, yes, I did reach out to Nicole to check on how she is doing. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : Good. Kenzie nods her head. Kenzie Jolie Valerie : Before I let you go, recently you've been talking about there being a “change,” care to explain that a bit? Nina finishes taping her left wrist. Nina Stokes : It seems that people in HKW won’t be satisfied until they see just how intense I really am. People have seen flashes over the past few days when I was going in on Nicole; but, over all people just aren't convinced. You all want to see aggressive; you want to see intense? Fine—now you all will get your wish, starting with Gia and MacRear. Nina turns slightly so that she is looking directly into the camera. Nina Stokes : Oh Gia, don’ think I haven’t been catching your sly comments boo. Let’s see how “nice” you think I am after this match. And MacRear? Well, I don't have much to say about you. I'm not even sure you will really be a factor in this match at all. Nina Stokes : Thank you Nina. Onyx is shown walking down the hall wearing a black and white striped shirt. Looking ready to be a special guest referee in Jack Warren vs. Aries Armadaist. Two gentlemen who have the opportunity to be in the All or Nothing Series finals and it would seem like their fate was in her hands. As the camera followers her, as she adjusts a white and black fingerless glove on her hand she looks up and slowly comes to a halt as a slight smile appeared on her face. ONYX PAYNE: Talia… The camera turns to reveal one third of Killuminaughti known as Talia Valen walking her direction, wearing her ring attire but covered up with a silk robe with TVMA monogrammed on the back. She stops about twenty feet away, and turns looking at the wall as if she didn’t see her, and clears her throat in an exaggerated manner. ONYX PAYNE: What can I do you for? Talis turns her head toward her, placing an arm on her hip and smirking. TALIA VALEN: Do you have the latest New Balance CrossFit in black and red, dear? Oh I’m sorry… this isn’t Foot Locker. Hello Onyx… trading careers? Onyx couldn’t help but laugh a little. ONYX PAYNE: Not that I know of just... Seeing a different side of my current. I’m glad to see you’re doing alright. For a moment there I thought my knee to your head may have caused you to have short term memory. Forgetting where you are… Not remembering what our officials look like… Talia walks a few steps closer, a light chuckle. TALIA VALEN: Of course, I know what you’re doing here tonight… just a sad attempt at humor I’m afraid on my part. Ah yes… that match winning knee of yours. Guaranteed to knock one right outside a cage, hmmm? It’s not surprising you’d be representing the lawful branch of officiating, your sense of justice and all. Congrats on your impending nuptials, by the way. ONYX PAYNE: … Thank you, Talia. I’m really looking forward to it. In fact, I keep counting down the days and think how blessed I am with each passing one... Smiling at Talia, it was obvious that Onyx was surprised about Valen’s demeanor and not really sure how to respond. ONYX PAYNE: I’ll keep looking forward to that day as I look forward to Crowned Royalty. Not to the same degree but, I digress. There may be three others involved but, with how things played out for us, Talia. It seemed that we were destined to be there. And I can’t wait to face you again. Though… I’ll be sure to dress appropriately. That way you don’t get confused on where you are and why I’m there. Onyx said in a joking manner as she laughed slightly. Talia smiled at that. TALIA VALEN: Oh certainly. The others in that match are surely formidable and I want to take nothing away from them. But it seems proper for us to be there. No flukes or funny business this time. When I beat you… er, I mean… the winner of the All Or Nothing series stands tall they will have proven a great deal. To themselves, and to this company. And you may wear what you like, I plan on coming attired as a winner. One should look the part. With that she slipped off her robe and hung it on a nearby hook, showing off her shiny black one piece wrestling suit, little flash but very formidable. Talia winked at the camera. ONYX PAYNE: It’s okay to have confidence in your ability to win, Talia. There is nothing wrong with that just… Don’t be overconfident. It could end up turning against you. Giving Talia a tight smile, Onyx puts a hand on her shoulder before walking past her and continuing her way down the hall towards the ring entrance as the camera zooms in on Miss Valen’s face expression. The smile she had painted on her face slowly fades as Onyx goes out of view… TALIA VALEN: (to herself) Save your pep talks for those that need advice. Crowned Royalty will not be a happy day for you. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 6 2014, 11:01 PM Post #3 |
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![]() As the scene fades backstage Risky is seen stepping out of his office without his suit coat, just sporting the red button down shirt. He takes a look around as he straightens himself up. A few superstars walk past and he looks them up and down with a smug look. LYLE RISKY: Punk mutha fuckas. He laughs to himself and turns the opposite direction they are walking. While walking he looks around seeing crew workers either doing their job or enjoying the catering table. Lyle smirks and continues to work as everything was going as it should until he stops walking as he hears giggling in the background. He looks around with an eyebrow raised wondering where it’s coming from. LYLE RISKY: The hell? Risky shakes his head and continues walking turns and heads into the mens bathroom. LYLE RISKY: Been holdin’ this shit all night bruh. He walks over to a urinal and unzips his pants and the stream is heard as he hangs his head back. LYLE RISKY: Ahhhhhhh… Giggles are heard in the background and the streams stops. He looks around freaked out while he holds himself. LYLE RISKY: Hello? Nothing...He shakes his head and continues to use the bathroom. But, he has to stop again as giggling is heard once again. LYLE RISKY: Bruh!? Yo?! Who there?! Lyle shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: This some Scary Movie type shit. He finishes up peeing and zips back up and heads over to the sink. As he heads over a flush is heard in the stall. Risky looks over but doesn’t pay much mind as he squirts come hand soap onto his hand. He rubs it in and begins to wash his hands until he looks to the mirror and sees Nicole walking over to the sink to wash her hands as well. Lyle looks around trying to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and looks down at Nicole with an confused expression. LYLE RISKY: Nicole….You know this is the men’s bathroom right? Nicole doesn’t respond as she continues to wash her hands. NICOLE STARR: You’ve been a naughty, naughty boy Blake. She says in an irie voice that takes Lyle complete off guard. LYLE RISKY: The hell? What you say Nicole? Nicole looks up to the mirror at his reflection and tilts her head. NICOLE STARR: Nicole isn’t here right now. But if you’d like to leave a message please do so AFTER YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! Risky jumps and begins to back away. He begins to breathe heavy looking back and forth searching for the exit. NICOLE STARR: Whats the matter Blake? DON’T YOU WANT TO TALK TO LITTLE OL’ ME?! I thought we were friends! I thought we were besties! Risky looks around and scratches his head. LYLE RISKY: Besties? Eh, that’s a bit of a stretch. Plus, I don’t know if I’d wanna be your bestie after what you did to ol’ girl. NICOLE STARR: WHAT?! LYLE RISKY: You whooped Nina poor little cute ass. Like...Damn fa real though? Nicole storms up to him with her arms crossed and on her tippie toes. NICOLE STARR: So what are you trying to say hmm? That I’m a bad friend? IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE TRYING TO TELL ME BLAKE?! Risky not sure whether or not he should be truthful by nodding his head or just shake his head to save his neck. LYLE RISKY: You’re an okay friend, at best? Look why you talkin’ in that scary ass voice bruh? Change that shit Nicole. NICOLE STARR: I TOLD YOU NICOLE ISN’T HERE RIGHT NOW BLAKE! LYLE RISKY: Then who the fuck are you? Nicole giggles and walks over to the paper towel machine and begins to dry her hands. NICOLE STARR: As long as you don’t call you know who, everything will be okay Blake. Okay? Okay! Bye, bye now! Nicole skips off out of the mens bathroom leaving Risky in shock. LYLE RISKY: I’m makin’ that fuckin’ call bruh. Fuck that Paranormal Activity bull shit! Lyle drys off his hands and leaves the bathroom as the scene fades. ![]() Gia Levi and Prince MacRear defeated Nina Stokes and Samantha Monroe after MacRear pinned Monroe following his Reverse Reartology. (13:18) - The match began with Nina out wrestling Gia, showing off her mat based skills. She showed more of an aggressive side by not allowing Gia to get back to her feet, repeatedly driving her knees and elbows into the back of Gia's head. Following an STO by Stokes, she made the tag to her partner who immediately pounced on Gia. Samantha lifted Gia to her feet but got caught with a jaw breaker followed by a facebuster by Gia. Gia would make the tag to MacRear who came into the match shaking his rear, taunting Nina Stokes on the apron. When he was done and turned to Samantha, she planted him with a spin heel kick and made the tag to Nina. Nina came into the ring and took it to MacRear, hitting him with a series of moves that included a cross arm breaker, a standing splash, and followed by a guillotine choke, but MacRear would break out of the submission by flipping Nina over his shoulder and slamming her head first off the mat. Both competitors inched their way toward their corners and made the tag to their partner, Gia spearing Samantha down as she entered the ring. Gia continued taking the fight to Samantha and hit a modified stunner, but MacRear immediately made the blind tag. MacRear and Gia argued for a bit until Nina Stokes speared Gia out of the ring and the two Crowned Royalty participants battled on the outside. Samantha tried to roll MacRear up, but he managed to kick out at two and blasted Samantha with a superkick, followed by the Reverse Reartology for the three. After the match: Gia and Nina continued the fight on the outside, not caring about the outcome inside. Prince MacRear celebrated as if he had just hit the lottery. Officials had to come down to ringside to separate Nina and Gia as Defiance went to break. ![]() The scene opens to a backdrop of the HKW Defiance logo before a confederate flag rolls down, overlapping it. No one entered the shot, but a banjo is heard playing followed by a painful, screeching singing voice. WELL I DONE FOUND ME A POT O’ GOLD WE SWEAT N THE HEAT WE FREEZE N THE COLD WE KEPT ON TUGGIN LIKE N OL’ WOOD BOAT AINT NO FANCY SWANGIN WE JUSTA BEIN BOLD WHILE EM BODIES HANGIN’ At this point, Billy Joe McCleary steps in front of the backdrop with a cowboy hat, toothpick in mouth, playing on the banjo. He’s singing his poor heart out as the rest of A.S.H.steps up behind them. They aren’t in their usual suspenders as they’re dressed in flannel with potato sack (eyes, nose, and mouth cut out). Brick and Baron have their tag team titles draped over their shoulders as Bo carries a confederate flag. All three bob their heads to Billy Joe. WE AINT SHOWIN RESPECT WE AINT SHOWIN NO LOVE WE SMASHIN CHINKS DIPPED IN NEGRO BLOOD THROW’N MESSICANS IN THE RIVERRR FLOOODDDD MERICA WHERE WE DONT GIVE A CRUUUDDDD Billy Joe stops singing but keeps playing on the banjo while river dancing in place. Small chuckles are heard from the tag team champs Billy stops playing and turns around to his brothers who instantly stop chuckling. Brick keeps moving the sack around, rubbing it against his face. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Boy what ‘n the damn tarnations wrong witcha? BRICK MCCLEARY: THIS THANG ITCHIN’ WHY CANT WE PUT ON OUR SHEETS BILLY JOE??? DAMN SACKS MADE A HAY GET T’ SCRATCHIN’ N WHAT NOT! Before Brick can continue mouthing off and complaining, Bo reaches back and slaps him upside the head, causing the sack to fly off of Brick’s head. Billy Joe hits a facepalm as Baron answers with his signature slow chuckle. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: These boys gon’ be the death of me. Welp better yall then that damn ebolas. He said that last line to himself as he turned back towards to the camera. Billy Joe spits out the toothpick and holds the banjo up before tossing away. Brick places the sack back over his head. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: THATS ALL YALL THINK WE CAN DO?! THATS ALL YALL THINK ANGLO SAXON HERITAGE IS!? BUNCHA DUMB REDNECKS THAT DRINK BEER, CHANTIN’ RACIST SLURS N’ SQUARE DANCIN’ ROUND LIKE A BUNCHA IDIOTS? The fans in the arena can be heard shouting “YES!” Billy Joe hears and starts to laugh in the camera. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Yall bout a dumb as ya think we are then. This the damn reality of it all...WE DON GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN WHAT YALL THINK? Killumini...Killaminat...nawl...shit what these sissies names ‘gain ol’ Bo? BO MCCLEARY: *grunts* BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: KILLUMINAUGHTY! That’s it Bo! Killuminaughty like to mock us. They like to join many others in pokin’ fun at the good ol’ boys. Santos and his brother laughed at us too. Yall seen what happen to em messicans...well nawl YALL AIN’T SEENT EM BACK YET! While I admit we ain’t all the sharpest tools in the box…. Billy Joe, Baron and Bo all simultaneously turn towards Brick after that last comment. The three shake their heads as Brick’s too busy spit-shining his tag title belt to notice. Billy Joe turns back to the camera. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: ...We know how to get that damn job done! That’s whats great ‘bout hard-workin’ class white Christian me. We ain’t always gon’ do it right. We ain’t always gon’ look good. We ain’t always go no intricate…YES I KNOW WHAT INTRICATE MEAN DAMMIT...way of goin’ bout things but at the end of the day… Billy Joe takes Baron’s belt before going for Brick’s. Brick wouldn’t let go until Billy Joe snatched it from him. Billy Joe holds the tag title belts up in front the camera. The fans boo as Billy Joe just laughs. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: WE BASK IN ALLL A GOD’S GREAT GLORRRYYYY!!!!!!!!! This why ain’t no damn Super Saiyans gon’ take these back. But shoot, we gon’ give yall boys a rematch at Crown Royal… Baron whispers something in Billy Joe’s ear. Without looking, he cuts him off. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: YEAH I KNOW IT AIN’T LIKE THE DAMN BOURBON THEY KNEW WHAT THE HELL I MEANT! THE DAMN PAPER VIEW SOMETHIN’ LIKE THAT SHOOT... Baron steps back and throws his hands in the air. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: We gon’ give Mikey n’ ol’ Jinbo another shot. They seem t’ thinkin’ we ain’t got in us t’ stomp a damn mudhole in they ass without grabbin’ up em tights. Knowin’ damn well ya’ll woulda done the same damn thing to keep em belts but nawl...Mikey a damn sissy so he gon’ keep cryin’ no matter what happened. BOY YA A DAMN FOOOOLLLL if ya think we losin’ these now. Especially to someone who don’ even like his partner. Billy Joe turns back to his brothers. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: I’d get sick a taggin’ with a damn chopstick too. Locker room smellin’ like damn egg rolls. Stray cats disappearin’ when they walk the streets callin’ ya Mikey-chan. We get it boy ya got sick of it. So sick ya ain’t even on the same brand as Jinny no more. I know that musta broke his po’ heart. God bless ya Jin. Maybe now YOU WILL TAKE YA ASS BACK TO TAIWAN! Start anew! Hell ain’t like ya’ll gettin’ these back ya’ll bout t’ start fightin’ mongst yaselves. After Brick n’ Baron drop yall boys ‘ONE MO’ ‘GAIN...only thing ya’ll gon’ be SAIYAN is… Billy Joe gives Brick and Baron their titles back and fetches the banjo he tossed before reaching in his front pocket for another toothpick that he puts in his mouth. He starts playing on the banjo and begins singing “Please Remember” by LeAnn Rimes TIME SOMETIME THE TIME SLIP AWAY N’ YOU LEFT WITH YESTERDAAYYY LEFT WITH THE MEMORIES I I’LL ALWAYS THINK OF YOU N’ SMILE N’ BE HAPPY FOR THE TIME I HAD YA WITH ME Billy Joe keeps singing as he walks out of the camera shot. The rest of A.S.H. follows him nodding their heads, still covered with potato sacks. Bo waves his flag side to side to the tune. The scene fades to black after a few moments of just the confederate flag back drop. ![]() As soon as the scene fades back into the arena "Dance With The Devil" by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and the fans begin to boo all except the few RIP supporters. The cameras begin to search around the arena hoping to catch a glimpse of whichever Reaper In Pride member was on their way out. After minutes of searching Lance Winters is spotted seating in the front roll eating some nachos and drinking his strawberry shake from earlier. Winters looks around as he notices his club's theme song is on and tosses the nachos behind him but holds on to the shake and hops over the barricade with a sinister smile on his face. A woman his hear screaming at him as the nachos and the cheese landed on herself and son. Lance looks back to her and shrugs before looking over to Alexa Corra who is scene laughing her butt off. LANCE WINTERS: WHOOPS! He laughs and slides into the ring snatching it out of Whisper Viperi's hands. As the music begins to fade away he sucks on his straw drinking the milkshake until the music goes completely off. Lance smiles as he listens to the boos ringing in his hears. LANCE WINTERS: Heeeeeeeelllllllllooooooooooooooooo, PEEPS! Is that what you hipsters call yourselves? I swear, you Californians are overrated. Either you're some hood rat from Compton or you're some upscale richie rich from the hills. And each side is as much of a bitch as the other. The fans begin to boo. LANCE WINTERS: But there's not one bigger band of bitches in Los Angeles than....LAX! The entire arena begins to boo. Lance quickly looks over to Emilio Vialpando sitting with his friends and theLIFE co-star Jaya DeCarlo. Emilio rolls his eyes as Lance looks away and looks around the arena. LANCE WINTERS: BUT ANYWAYS. There's one particular bitch that's panties been SOAKED AND WET but I've been ignoring her. A WITTLE BIT TOO LONG MAYBE BUT I DON'T CARE YOU GIVE A BITCH THE DICK WHEN THE BITCH DESERVES THE DICK AM I RIGHT FELLAS?! Lance chuckles. LANCE WINTERS: Me and her have....WELL WE HAVE A LOT OF HISTORY. She's ungrateful little bitch. I SAVED HER! I PICKED HER UP AND MADE HER WHOLE! I made her...I am every bit a factor in her life whether she likes it or not. Lance takes a sip from his milkshake. LANCE WINTERS: I offered her everything...EVERYTHING! And she stabbed me in the back just like that. What a bitch. He shakes his head and looks up with a smile. LANCE WINTERS: Ever since our break up she's been running her mouth about me. ME AND THE BOYS TO BE EXACT. Flapping her goddamn lips each and every fucking show. Maybe I should just say fuck it and do the right thing. I've been doing A LOT of thinking. Hell even had a few talks with my VP and Chopz. Fuck it you guys know already, BRIDGES TOO! Winters scratches his head and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: I don't know who was more verbal about me doing this Bridges or Chopz. Haha, both don't really like my ex all that much. He shakes his head and looks towards the entrance area. LANCE WINTERS: WELL JASON IT'S YOU'RE LUCKY DAY TOOTS! Looks like you're finally gonna get your chance! It'll be me and you. MY RULES OF COURSE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANG. Congrats bitch, you got your date. Don't wear any panties okay? THINGS MIGHT GET MESSY. Lance laughs as he looks around to the fans. LANCE WINTERS: Tootles... "Dance With The Devil" by. Breaking Benjamin hits again and Lance drinks the rest of his milkshake. As he slides out of the ring he looks around for a trash can but doesn't see one. He then looks over to Brian Mason and smirks. Lance throws the cup at Mason and laughs before he hops over the barricade and disappears within the fans. ![]() The arena suddenly goes black and, as some may expect already, the Knoxitron goes blue. FEMALE VOICE: What is perfection? Here at Aurora Corp. we decided to explore this concept and come with a concise answer. Something that cannot be surpassed in any form, something that is greater than great, more amazing than amazing, more incredible than incredible. Something that can without a doubt surpass everything and everyone at anything imaginable. What is this perfection? Here at Aurora Corp. we found the answer with our most recent product and we will be debuting it after Crowned Royalty. Here at Aurora Corp we build Perfection. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a six person tag match! My eyes have seen the glory Of the tramplin' at the zoo We washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too Peter Autonom's "The White Man Marches On" begins to play to instant jeers from the audience. The knoxotron lights up with a waving confederate flag as Billy Joe McCleary walks out of the curtain waving a rebel flag of his own. Bo, Baron and Brick follow behind with potato sacks over their heads. Brick and Baron raise their tag title belts in the air as Billy Joe leads the pack, waving the flag from side to side as the crowd boos. The group makes their way down the ramp with Billy Joe mocking anyone in the audience he sees that's of color. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing hailing from Gainesville, Georgia at a combined weight of 690 lbs; accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary, they are the current HKW World tag team champions. Brick, Baron and Bo McCleary, Anglo Saxon Heritage! We're taking down the zog machine Jew by jew by jew The white man marches on The group lets out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Bo has a big cooler in his hand and sets it down by the announcer's table. He opens it up and distributes a beer to each of his brothers. Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. The music fades and the boos get louder. Bo, Brick and Baron all take the sacks off of their heads and toss them to ringside. “Bowdown!” The beginning of “Face Da Stars” by araabMUZIK hits the pa system as the ladies of Killuminaughty make their way onto the ramp to a chorus of jeers. With Ina to the left, Talia to the right, and Felicity in the middle, the trio look around the arena before sauntering down the ramp, paying no mind to the crowd in attendance. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… They are the royalty within HKW… KILLUMINAUGHTYYYY!!! Talia and Ina and make their way to the ring while Felicity does her usual toying with the crowd, acting as if she were going to slap their hands and pulling away at the last second. The trio each take one side of the ring each and hop onto the apron before hitting their individual poses. With Killuminaughty now in the ring with A.S.H, the ladies decide on who’s going to start the match by picking straws brought by Cash Johnson. Felicity draws the short straw making her have to start the match. She throws her blowpop to the mat in frustration before turning around and handing her championship to the referee. Ina starts laughing and clapping, encouraging her “bestie.” Bo’s in the ring for A.S.H as he glances at “Queen B” championship, causing Felicity to give Bo the evil eyes. Billy Joe stands outside and could be heard yelling out “Wonder how much that could go for at the pawn shop” making Felicity turn her attention to Billy Joe. The two began have a shouting match before the match could even begin, allowing Ina and Talia to storm in from across the ring and knock Baron and Brick off the apron with simultaneous dropkicks! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() DING DING DING The trio turn their attention to Bo who somehow manages to fight all three off at first until Ina and Talia grab at his legs allowing Felicity to hit a running calf kick. Brick and Baron slide into the ring and toss Felicity over the top rope before turning their attention to Talia and Ina. Talia and Brick go blow for blow while Ina tries to run away from Baron, sliding out of the ring herself, but Baron stays hot in her tail. They circle around the ring once before Ina sees Felicity ready for Baron and Ina lures him into a double clothesline from the duo. Meanwhile, Brick looks to be having his way with Talia after a gutwrench suplex and catches the ladies of Killuminaughty on the outside with a vaulting body press! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn near think the referee lost control of this already. ALEXA CORRA: The fuck is going on?! My stream is messed up. BRIAN MASON: Should’ve been here, Alexa. ALEXA CORRA: Too busy winning this World title, Mase. You pathetic wannabe a wrestler. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn… Talia staggers to her feet and sees Brick, Baron, Ina and Felicity all down on the ground, not realizing that Bo was sneaking up behind her and he hits a big german suplex! Bo looks outside and sees Ina laying the boots to Brick while Felicity sneaks in from the other side of the ring only to be taken down with a clothesline by Baron. Bo and Baron turn their attention to Felicity and lift the champ up to her feet before executing a double team belly to back-reverse bulldog combo. Bo makes the cover on Felicity.. ONE! Ina breaks up the count at one starts wailing on the back of Bo’s head with rights and lefts. Baron lifts Ina away from Brick only to get a slap in his face for his troubles, followed by a clip to the back of the leg from Talia. Brick hobbles to his feet and hops onto the apron. He sees Talia and Ina helping Felicity to her feet and climbs up to the top rope before diving on to the trio with a cross body! RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee! Air Brick! BRIAN MASON: I wonder if we’re going to see any tags in this match or just a continued melee? ALEXA CORRA: What the fuck! My stream still won’t work! RANDY THE PILOT: Turn on HBO you dumbass broad. ALEXA CORRA: I don’t have it here! My hotels cheap, shut up. The A.S.H trio stand to their feet and all gather inside the ring. The look at the downed Killuminaughty and decide on which member to go at individually, Billy Joe outside the ring taunting the crowd. Instead of encouraging them to stay on the attack, Billy Joe reaches into the cooler and passes his brothers a can of beer each. They chug the brews as Killuminaughty slowly make their way to their feet. Bo and Baron toss theirs out and leave Brick inside the ring when the referee finally decides to restore some order in the match. Still trying to finish his beer Brick gets blindsided by Talia with a clothesline to the back of the head, causing the beer to spill out of his mouth. Billy Joe, Bo and Baron all facepalm at the same time and shake their heads. Talia begins to stomp on the back of Brick before kicking the beer can under the bottom rope in Billy Joe’s direction. He’s heard shouting back “SCREW YOU YA WHORE!” BRIAN MASON: I think that little beer break gave Killuminaughy the opening they needed here as we finally have a civilized match here. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah but for how long? ALEXA CORRA: Someone tell me what’s going on? Both Brian and Randy ignore her as they pay close attention to the action. Talia drags Brick to her team’s corner, delivering a back elbow smash to his chin before tagging in Ina Ina. The two ladies both deliver a series of boots to the midsection, sending Brick slumped down in the corner. The referee makes Talia exit the ring as Ina continues the attack, choking Brick in the corner with her foot as the ref starts the five count. ONE TWO THREE FOU-- Ina lets got just in time. She steps back and starts arguing with the official allowing Felicity and Talia to continue choking Brick in the corner before he notices. Ina drags Brick out of the corner by the legs and a drops a knee down in questionable territory. She smirks and taunts the crowd before springboard off the ropes and landing with a huge knee drop off of Brick’s temple. Ina goes for the cover. ONE TW-- Brick gets the shoulder up. Ina drags Brick back in her corner and looks to tag in Felicity but shakes her head and tags Talia in instead. Shooting Fel a strange grin, she exits the ring as Talia takes over, dropping Brick to the mat with snap suplex. Billy Joe is banging on the mat screaming “DAMMIT BRICK ANT BEA DON’ TOSSED YA AROUND WORSE THAN THIS AND YA GOT UP! GET ON UP!” Talia begins to toy with A.S.H’s smallest member, pushing him down with her boot every time he tries to rise up from the canvas. Talia grabs Brick by the neck to lift him up but he pushes away. She goes for a clothesline and he ducks, dropkicking her in the back of the knee, sending crashing to the mat. Brick rolls over on his stomach trying to make it to his corner. RANDY THE PILOT: C’MON OL’ BRICK! BRIAN MASON: You sound just like Billy Joe…. RANDY THE PILOT: I mean he’s right there, you think I want him to hear me talk down on his boys? ALEXA CORRA: RANDYYYYY!!!!! TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? RANDY THE PILOT: You hear something Mase? BRIAN MASON: Just the fans Randy. Brick and Talia both crawl to their corners and make the tags to Bo and Felicity. Bo takes Felicity down with a big clothesline, but the champ pops right back to her feet only to get hit with a belly to belly suplex from Bo! Felicity immediately squirms out of the ring and Ina rushes toward Bo. She connects with a elbow to the chin, but Baron storms the ring and takes Ina down with a spear! Baron and Ina roll around the ring until they too roll outside nearly knocking Felicity back down. She manages to avoid the duo and hops onto the apron, waiting for the unsuspecting Bo to turn around. When he does, Felicity springboards into the ring and connects with a diving DDT! She makes the cover on Bo… ONE! TWO! TH--NO! Bo kicks out at the last possible moment as Felicity slaps the mat and then berates the referee. She tells the referee count faster next time, not realizing that Brick was behind her just waiting for her to turn around. After Felicity yells at the referee some more, she turns around to a kick to the midsection from Brick, followed by a brainbuster! Felicity and Bo lay motionless in the ring while Brick turns around to a running boot from Talia Valen that sends him back to the outside. Talia follows him out while Ina drives Baron’s head into the steel steps repeatedly, making sure to knock the big man out. Ina hops onto the apron and reaches for the tag as Felicity and Bo stagger to their feet. Felicity backpedals toward her corner, but Bo charges right in to prevent the tag, only for Felicity to around Bo’s back and.. BRIAN MASON: Felony II! Felicity plants Bo with the crucifix driver! ALEXA CORRA: What IN THE UNHOLY HELL! Felicity staggers to her feet and slouches into her corner and gets smacked in the back by Ina for the tag. The tag catches Felicity off guard as she tells Ina she was about to pin Bo. Instead of listening, Ina smirks and passed by Felicity and heads toward Bo, but Felicity immediately turns Ina around and gets in her face! RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit! What the hells going on here?! BRIAN MASON: I thought I noticed some sort of tension between the two. That tag must have been it for Felicity. ALEXA CORRA: Okay, I’m seriously going to murder your families if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on! Felicity and Ina scream at one another until Talia Valen enters the ring to step in between the two. Talia is heard yelling “The hell is going on” as Felicity and Ina continue to yell at one another until Baron and Brick sneak up behind both ladies individually and toss them out of the ring! The duo sets their sights on Talia Valen who looks on and stumbles back into Bo McClearly. The trio look as if their going to put Talia away until… RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, what the hell the Saiyans doin’ out here!? Jinzai and Michael Alexander are shown hopping over the guardrail at ringside and storm into the ring, bringing the fight to Brick, Bo and Baron. Talia drops down and rolls out of the ring while there referee has no other choice but to call the match. DING DING DING! The bell doesn’t stop the Saiyans and A.S.H from continuing the fight, bringing it all the way back to the crowd! BRIAN MASON: This thing between A.S.H and the Saiyans is far from over! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn. How generic can you get, Mason? ALEXA CORRA: I’d help this situation if I knew what was going on! With A.S.H and the Saiyans fighting amongst the audience, Felicity and Ina recuperate and look around the ring, wondering what the hell just happened. WHISPER VIPERI: Your winners by disqualification… A.S.H!!!!! The announcement causes Felicity to tug on her hair as she asks Talia what happened. Ina looks on frustrated as she slides in the ring and berates the reeree. Felicity continues to listen to Talia explain what happened before turning her attention to Ina and shooting her the evil eyes. Felicity never takes her eyes off Ina as she walks around the ring and rips her title away from the timekeeper and yells “This is your fault” in Ina’s direction. Ina just shrugs her shoulders and yells back “This match doesn’t matter” while Felicity just shakes her head and ignores Talia and Ina on her way up the entrance ramp. BRIAN MASON: Trouble in paradise? RANDY THE PILOT: Bet Fel didn’t think putting Ina in the championship match at Crowned Royalty would cause this. Ina and Talia stare up at the entrance ramp as they watch Felicity walk out, making sure to drape the championship over her shoulder for Ina and Talia to see the “Queen B” embleming. This brings a smile to Ina’s face as she exits the ring and wraps her arm around Talia as Defiance goes to commercial. Winners via disqualification - A.S.H (17:29) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 6 2014, 11:05 PM Post #4 |
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![]() After we return from commercial break, we see HKW wrestler, Jack Warren, getting ready for his match against Aries Armadaist. His pre-match routine, however, is interrupted by Defiance interviewer, Damien Marks. DAMIEN MARKS: AYEEEEE, IF IT AIN’T DEFIANCE’S WHITEST BOY. Jack shakes his head as he turns his attention to Marks. DAMIEN MARKS: So, you should probably explain why yo mute ass can speak, ni- Before Marks can finish his sentence, Jack Warren places his right hand over the microphone, muting whatever Damien was about to say. Jack then grabs Damien’s microphone out of his hands and uses it to speak. JACK WARREN: I want you to really learn how to conduct an interview like a professional before you ever step up to me again. Because if you don’t, I’m going to drop you on your skull next time you come up to me with that introduction. And that is truly something you do not want. Now, hurry off. I’m sure you have some kind of ratchet pussy to get to. And... Jack stares at Damien’s apparel with disgust before looking back up to him. JACK WARREN: Make sure you learn how to dress like a man, not a boy, before you ever come back to work again. Jack spits on Damien’s Jordans, then motions for him to exit out of the shot. Damien seems ready to jump, but thinks better of it as he steps back and out of the shot, allowing Jack to turn to the camera, a smirk on his face. JACK WARREN: Everybody’s asking why, but I certainly don’t feel like explaining my actions. So I won’t. You want an answer? You’ll get one when I want to give one. Could be after my match, could be in two weeks, could be next year. Thing is, I’m playing by my own rules now, not yours. And this is where you get to see Jack Warren truly shine. As for Aries Armadaist? Warren chuckles. JACK WARREN: After I defeat him tonight and earn the fourth and final spot in this AONS final, he can go play tag team with Twinkie Boy. Jack drops the mic and winks at the camera before exiting the scene as it fades out. ![]() Scene opens up with Ronnie Banks walking through the curtain immediately. BRIAN MASON: Uh oh. What’s Ronnie Banks coming down for? Ronnie Banks then walks over angrily, and grabs a microphone, and slides into the ring. RONNIE BANKS: You know. This shit getting really annoying man. I mean forreal. Tony Capone, I’m done with this bruh. I am. I’m tired of these fucking games yo. Getting tired of just coming here to these shows and I can’t even enjoy it without you and your fucking bitch made assholes ruining everything. We gonna do this old school way bruh. I’m done fucking with you. What you did to my boy. You gonna regret. So.. Ronnie then takes off his shirt, and throws it. RONNIE BANKS: We gonna scrap right here. Right now. This is ain’t a wrestling match. I’m just gonna beat the living shit outta you. Don’t even think about bringing your fucking boys either. Be a man, ninja. Be a fucking man and get down here and FIGHT ME! Then out of nowhere. The Knoxotron starts to produce the snow noise, and then we see Tony Capone infront of a solid black background. He starts to laugh. TONY CAPONE: Oh my, oh my, oh my. Have we got a complainer? Ronnie. What’s happening with you, kid? Are you… blowing a fuse? RONNIE BANKS: BITCH! YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE IN A SCREEN OR ARE YOU GONNA COME DOWN HERE AND FIGHT ME?! TONY CAPONE: Oh, Ronnie. Why is there a reason to fight you? We have no reasons to act with such violence. RONNIE BANKS: FIRST YOU INSULT ME AND MY FAMILY. NOW YOU FUCKING PUT MY BOY IN A HOSPITAL. AND-- TONY CAPONE: Who? How do you know it was us? Do you have proof? RONNIE BANKS: Don’t fucking go there, Tony. Don’t even do it, yo. You know damn well you had your boys do it. TONY CAPONE: I like to believe in due process. You have no proof. But all I can is… It happens. Tony Capone grins, and a DING noise happens. RONNIE BANKS: What is it with you man? Why the fuck you trying to go after me? TONY CAPONE: Do we have to rewind the tapes? Did I not tell you exactly why? RONNIE BANKS: No. Before all that. Back in April when you kidnapped me, yo. Why. Why did you do it? You realize what I had to do when I got back? The whole world for awhile thought I faked my death for attention. People didn’t believe me. I was made fun of, I was yelled at, and I couldn’t do shit. And then, I heard my girlfriend killed herself. But now…. Now you think I’m going to get over it? Bruh, I’m willing to forget all about it. But you keep on. And I don’t even know why. Is it because of Brandon? Is it because you were jealous of me? Is it my fault that you had a crush on Felicity, and she never wanted to date you? Is it my fault that I had money growing up and you didn’t? Is it my fault that people gave a damn about me and you didn’t. Tony Capone’s grin fades. RONNIE BANKS: Is it because I had a family? Is it because I had more girls than you? Is it because I have more of a chance to make it in life and you didn’t? Bruh what is it. TONY CAPONE: Envy is for the weak, and I don’t envy you. How dare you even bring up envy. RONNIE BANKS: You got something against me, and I don’t know what it is. But, I’m through with it. You made me go through Hell for months. And I think you need to do the right thing and get the fuck outta HKW, and go to the police and turn yourself in. Tony then begins to burst out laughing. TONY CAPONE: Oh. The police?! Sure. I’ll do that. Or maybe I won’t. Believe me, Ronnie. The reason you're still standing in the ring is all about timing. You want to talk about games? Yes, this is a game, Ronnie. And you’ll be playing it until you can’t anymore. And then we’ll kidnap you again. And there’s nothing the police are going to do about it. Because they’re afraid. Why haven’t they tried to arrest us, Ronnie? Think about it for a long hard second….. They know. They know the consequences and they love… money. Tony starts to laugh. RONNIE BANKS: Bruh, fuck you. Get your ass out here and right now and fight me. I don’t care about talking anymore. No more games, no more talking. I want to fight! Right now! Let’s go! TONY CAPONE: You want to fight me, Ronnie? Is that all you want? You see. We all have wants. I have a want. You have a want. However, I believe if you truly want something. You keep playing for it. So, how far are you willing to come find me, Ronnie. How far are you willing to fight me? RONNIE BANKS: Nah, bruh. I ain’t stupid. You gonna come out here. I ain’t about to go find you. This isn’t your turf. TONY CAPONE: Oh, really? Is that so? How disappointing. Because I thought maybe… Tony Capone then bends over and he’s gone from the scene for a second, and he stands back up but this time with a baby in his hands. It’s Ollie Banks. However, the baby looks as she’s asleep and wrapped up. TONY CAPONE: She really is a sweet thing. The crowd gasps. Even Brian Mason covers his mouth. TONY CAPONE: Ollie Lynn Banks. It was quite a hassle to get her, Ronnie. But like I said. How far…. are you willing to come find me? No? Don’t wan-- RONNIE BANKS: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BRUH!!?!?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU !! TONY CAPONE: But you didn’t want to find me? Remember?... Oh isn’t she beautiful while asleep? RONNIE BANKS: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!! TONY CAPONE: Now we’re getting somewhere. You want to find me, Ronnie? You want to rescue your child. Come tonight. Alone in Los Angeles. Main street. We’ll leave a note in a nearby restaurant of the exact whereabouts. And believe me. If you come here not alone. Let’s just say. Tony Capone then produces a switchblade and looks at it. TONY CAPONE: Your child might experience something rather ending. He then looks at the camera. TONY CAPONE: Happy finding. The screen then shuts off. The crowd is all silent, and in shock. Ronnie Banks drops the microphone, and jumps out of the ring. Trips over himself, but jumps back up and runs towards the back. The cameraman then chase him down. He runs as fast he can, pushing people away. He then makes it into the parking lot, and jumps into his Mercedes, and drives off fast. BRIAN MASON: Oh my God….. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh. ALEXA CORRA: Well… that escalated quickly. The scene fades. ![]() The camera cut backstage, and the crowd cheered loudly as 1 half of the former Tag Team Champion Super Saiyans, Jinzai, stood in the interviewing area with a mic in hand. He was dressed to compete, and visibly scowling underneath the hooded vest that he wore as he listened to the crowd for a few moments, then brought the mic up to his lips as he started to talk. JINZAI: Normally, I'd be all smiling and happy and just generally being a hyperactive little ball of spitfire, but I've kinda had a bad few weeks so forgive me if I'm a little more serious today than I am... ever. He twitched slightly, as if the memory of all that's taken place annoyed him greatly. JINZAI: Over the last month... things haven't been going my way. Michael and I lose the tag titles to those "Stars and Bars" humping assclowns in A.S.H. after only holding them for like a month and a half. Then if that isn't enough... Jin paused, clearly wanting to say something, but struggling to get it out. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh before reaching a hand up and pulling down his hoodie, showing an angry, determined expression on his face as he chose his next few words carefully. JINZAI: ... let's just say I learned a bit about somebody close and leave it at that. So I guess this is the part where I whine and complain about the whole thing being unfair, right? Where I throw out every excuse I can think of about why we lost, point out what they did during the match every chance I get, and bitch and moan that they couldn't even beat us in a straight up match, right? Much like earlier, Jin looked as if he wanted to say something but seemed to physically restrain himself himself from saying it as he continued to speak. JINZAI: See, I could do that. I could have done it on twitter, went to one of those grainy, low definition sites and just bitched for minutes on end. God KNOWS these assclowns gave me enough ammo to go ahead and do it! But you know what I learned a while back? That all of the whining and bitching and moaning? It doesn't do shit for me. Fact of the matter is, we lost. By hook or damn crook, those fucking backwoods, inbreed hicks won the match and are currently walking around with their filthy fuckin' hands on our gold. Just the thought of them going anywhere near those titles, let alone holding them, makes me sick to my stomach and I'm not about to stand here and let that keep going any longer. The crowd popped loudly at the statement as Jin turned his attention to the camera, pointing at it as his lips formed into a defiant sneer. JINZAI: BILLY BOY! Since those other chumpstains can't work a revolving door, let alone a television monitor, I'm just gonna leave my message to you. Tell your boys I want them to keep those belts niiiiiiiiice and shiny. Tell them to doll 'em up nice and keep them lookin' pretty, because they're coming back home to us. The Saiyans take back the gold baby! So buckle up, because come Crowned Royalty, we're taking you boys for a helluva ride. "Riot Time" begins playing as the crowd pops loudly at Jinzai's claim, while the young man in question walked off screen, making it perfectly clear that The Super Saiyans were far from done with A.S.H and the Tag Team Titles. ![]() When the show returns from commercial break, we see Jack Warren and Aries Armadaist already in the ring. Onyx Payne is also in the ring, wearing a pink and black striped ref shirt. ![]() vs. ![]() Special Referee ![]() DING! DING! DING! As the starting bell sounds off Aries Armadaist and Jack Warren circled around the ring. With Onyx standing a few feet away from them dressed in her referee outfit. Aries shoots Onyx a smirk before locking up with Warren. The two gentlemen had themselves a test of strength going on. It didn't take long for the bigger of the two men - Aries - to overpower the smaller Jack Warren. People expected Warren to be pushed back by Armadaist, but Aries pulled his opposition closer. WHAM! He planted a knee right into the stomach of Warren. For a moment it seemed as if Jack was going to black out. He leaned forward..... WHAM! Armadaist planted yet another knee into the stomach of Jack Warren. WHAM! After the third knee Aries dropped Jack onto his side. The crowed began to boo Aries as a confident expression formed on his face. Aries turned Warren over for the pin attempt. BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren in trouble early! ALEXA CORRA: God, I hate Aries almost just as much as I hate Tanner. RANDY THE PILOT: Aries the dude! Shut yo ho ass up, Alexa! ONE! TWO KICKOUT! Jack had gotten his shoulder up. Fans began to chant "Go Jack Go!" Multiple times to get Warren back into the match. Aries attempted to pick Jack up again only for his arm to be pulled - Jack worked it around to trap Aries in an inside cradle.....Onyx dropped down for the count again. BRIAN MASON: Jack trying to steal one! ONE! TWO! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh! That seemed fast as hell! It was a tad bit faster than the last count. But it wasn't anything noticeable to the common fan. Aries shot a look up at Onyx - but didn't have the chance to do any talking before Jack caught him with a dropkick to the back of the head! As Aries fell forward onto his knees Warren continued his comeback wrapping his arm around the throat of Aries and dropping back for an unusual variation of the reverse DDT! Which left Aries on his back with his legs still folded back on the canvas. The crowd gave him a loud cheer for the move they haven't seen done before. Warren jumped on Aries for another pin attempt..... ALEXA CORRA: Please let this be it... ONE! TWO! BRIAN MASON: Close, but no cigar! NO! Aries pushed Jack off of his upper body breaking the count! Not wanting to let Aries regain a vertical base Warren planted a vicious boot right onto the forehead of Armadaist. He then looked over to the nearest turnbuckle. Pulling Aries a bit until he was a good distance away from said corner. Warren walked over Aries then proceeded to climb up to the top turnbuckle. Aries started to rise back to his feet canceling Warren's original plan. Onyx kept her eye on all of the action ready to move when needed. The fan favorite improvised leaping off. WHOOP! THUMP! HE nailed Aries with the diving crossbody! Aries rolled back so he would end up on top of Warren for the pin. RANDY THE PILOT: Aries with that reversal pin attempt though! ONE! Aries placed his foot on the bottom rope! BRIAN MASON: Aries has his foot on the rope! TWO! Onyx stopped the pin attempt! She looked over to where Aries had placed his foot on the bottom rope. Aries got up pretending he didn't place that foot on the rope. As Aries turned back Warren was already back on his feet throwing a roundhouse kick his way! Aries ducked! Warren came right back around for a second roundhouse kick this time catching Aries in the temple. Stumbling back Aries looked out to the crowd as Warren bounced his back off the ropes and came right back at Aries spinning around to his his discus clothesline! Armadaist ran forward to catch Jack with a running head butt before Warren could connect with the clothesline. Warren stumbled as Aries ran the ropes to hit yet another running head butt. While Warren was out of it Aries hit him with the dropkick! He then ran the ropes again dropping the knee on the head of Warren. He topped his sequence of moves off by locking in the crossface!!! Jack held his free arm out as Aries pulled back on the submission hold. Fans were leaning forward to see if Warren planned to tap out to the hold. He started to pull forward towards the ropes. Aries didn't like what he was starting to see. The audience cheered Jack on urging him to ease ever so closer to the ropes. As he reached out for the rope Aries applied just a little more pressure to it. Jack slapped his palm onto.......the rope! He made it! ALEXA CORRA: Thank God he got to the ropes! Now quit fucking around and win this shit, Jack! RANDY THE PILOT: This shit like that one bitch’s pregnancy test. Scary as hell. On a side note though, Kuwop was not the father. As soon as Onyx saw that Aries held the move a little longer than he was supposed to Onyx stepped in to put a stop to it. She pulled Aries off. While she did that Warren slid out of the ring. Aries saw this and climbed to the top rope. He took aim at Warren who was leaned against the guard railing. Aries leaped off looking for the diving head butt to a standing Warren! He missed! Hitting the guard railing head first. The fans let out a collective "Ohhhhhh!" Aries began to leak blood from his hairline area. Warren grabbed Aries by the hair and tossed him back inside of the ring. He covered Aries. BRIAN MASON: Jesus, that looked brutal! Cover by Jack Warren! ONE! TWO! THRE- ALEXA CORRA: Stay down, Aries! KICKOUT by Aries! Both men wondered what they'd have to do to win. Onyx was still focused on the task at hand. Jack and Aries eased back up to their feet. They traded punches. After every punch thrown by Warren the audience cheered. Aries punches were welcomed by mixed reactions. Warren threw one more punch - Aries caught it - pulled Jack forward to bend him down and shove Warren's head in between his legs. Aries lifted Jack up folding his legs. He moved to the center of the ring to drop him with the PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! Big time move! Aries went for the pin hooking both of Warren's legs. ONE! TWO! RANDY THE PILOT: Stay down, Jack Attack! Warren got the shoulder up! People were stunned - Aries wasn't exactly happy. He had gotten up looking at Onyx. He got in her faced to question the way she counted. He argued that if she had put a little bit more effort in he would have been the winner. Onyx argued that she was calling the match straight down the middle. While he was mouthing off to Onyx - taking his eye off Warren - Jack slipped behind Aries and pulled him back into a schoolboy pin! ONE! BRIAN MASON: Jack’s hooked the tights! TWO! THREE!!!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match.....JAAAAAAACK WARREN! Jack Warren quickly slides out of the ring after hearing Onyx call for the bell and the audience immediately boos him. Jack quickly backpedals up the ramp, waving good bye to Aries as he officially takes the final spot in the Crowned Royalty final. Onyx also exits the ring, but does not avoid the multiple swear words tossed her way thanks to Aries as the scene closes out. Winner and advanced to the All or Nothing Series Finals - Jack Warren (13:11) ![]() As the scene fades in Co-Owner Lyle Risky is seen kicking back in his hair by his desk reading something on his cell phone. He looks over to see Balto who is seen playing around. Risky laughs and looks back to his phone continuing to read. A moment later, there is a knock at the door. Risky looks up to the door and so does Balto wagging his tail. LYLE RISKY: Yeah, come in?! Lyle looks back at his phone, not all the interested in whoever it was that was going to come walking through that door. The door swings open and in walks a semi-familiar face. Model and close friend of Lyle’s Jaya DeCarlo, enters the office. JAYA DECARLO: So this what you do all night? Lyle shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: Nah, sometimes I gotta chick bent over my desk while I kick Balto out. Risky shakes his head and looks up to see just who it was talking to him. As he sees that it’s Jaya and smiles real big and hops out of his chair. He walks over to Jaya giving her a big ol’ hug. LYLE RISKY: Hey little sis! Yo why ain’t you tell me you was comin’ to the show? Jaya smiles and stands back, looking at him. JAYA DECARLO: I wanted to surprise you. London is wrestling tonight so I had to come out and peep that. Wanted to see you too, though. I gotta go away for a little while to shoot for that thing I told you about. Lyle steps back with a smile still on his face. LYLE RISKY: Yo have a seat. Man, I still can’t believe that. I’m happy for you. So damn happy. Risky takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as she seats in the other across from him. LYLE RISKY: I need to buy you a present or take you out somewhere. Something. The hell they got you going to? Bermuda? JAYA DECARLO: Haha, nah. London, actually. Not quite as exotic as Bermuda but I’m excited regardless. Ummm...I had a question for you, though. I thought it would be better to ask you in person. LYLE RISKY: Sure, lay it on me. JAYA DECARLO: Okay… Jaya clears her throat and sits up straight in her seat. JAYA DECARLO: So you know when it comes to business and whatever goes on here in HKW no matter who it deals with, for the most part, I don’t really have much to say about anything. I know everybody not always gonna get along because that’s how this business is. I got friends that can’t stand other friends, friends that try to wreck each other verbally or in the ring, so on and so forth. Like...I really know how it goes. But you said something...and did something...and couple weeks ago that made me kinda wonder where it came from. I don’t wanna be paranoid and assume so I figured it was just best to come and ask you about it straight out. You know what I’m talking about? Lyle looks around and shrugs with a light chuckle. LYLE RISKY: Um, nah I don’t really know what you’re talking about sis. What exactly are you tryna ask me. JAYA DECARLO: Okay, straight to the point then I guess. Emilio and Jason...that lumberjack match. What was that? Lyle rolls his eyes and shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: I did what needed to be done. Simple as that. Good business, sis. Jaya sits quietly for a moment, nodding her head. JAYA DECARLO: So all business, right? 100%? LYLE RISKY: Look….I can’t lie to you. Maybe some of it was personal. That fuckin spoiled little bitch hurt you. I told you I’d take care of it. And Jason? That was just pure pleasure. I don’t care Jaya...They both deserved what they got. I don’t regret it one bit. Jaya lets out a sigh before shaking her head no slowly. JAYA DECARLO: I don’t even know what to say right now. We talked about that, remember? I said I would take care of it. That I was gonna deal with it on my own. You didn’t trust that I would do that? LYLE RISKY: I took care of it the best way I saw fit Jaya. I don’t give a fuck if you took care of it or not. No one gonna hurt my little sister and get the fuck away with it. Fuck Emilio. Fuck Jason. Fuck them both. What did you come here expecting Jaya? A fuckin apology for gettin’ Emilio’s ass beat because of what he did to you? Haha, you gotta be fuckin kiddin me. You should know better than comin’ here. I don’t care if you like him. With him. Or love him. Fuck that kid. Jaya sits with a blank expression, staring at Risky without saying a word. She then lets out a frustrated sigh and runs her fingers through her hair. JAYA DECARLO: Cool. I’m glad you told me that. All of that. I think I just learned a valuable lesson. LYLE RISKY: And what was that? She lifts herself out of the chair and brushes her clothes off. Jaya takes a look around the office and starts moving towards the door. JAYA DECARLO: That all of this...this office...your position...all of it...done went to your head and that I shouldn’t confide in you anymore. But I gotta go find London, though. Enjoy your night. Talk to you later. Jaya opens the door and walks out of the office without another word, still shaking her head. Lyle watches her walk out of the room and leans over looking down at the ground. He sighs as the scene fades to black. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 6 2014, 11:09 PM Post #5 |
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![]() In the parking lot to the arena we see Joseph Perello puffing down on a spliff just minutes before his match. Perello catches the camera crew outside with him and looks in their direction, flicking the spliff in their direction after one last pull. JOSEPH PERELLO: Do you people have anything better to do other than trail others with those cameras? CAMERAMAN: It’s… It’s kind of our job, Mr. Perello. Perello shakes his head before he pops a toothpick in between his teeth. JOSEPH PERELLO: Your job? Perello looks away from the camera and just laughs. JOSEPH PERELLO: Your job sucks… Perello continues to laugh until he hears some grunts and yelps coming in his direction from the parking lot. Perello points his finger and turns the camera in the direction of the lot to show the infamous Guy 1 and Guy 2 brawling near a pickup truck. Guy 2 kicks Guy 1 in the midsection, causing him to stumble back GUY 2: This is the last I’m telling you, THIS COMPANY AIN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US! Guy 2 keeps yelling until Guy 1 takes him into the trunk of the truck. He delivers a series of right hands, before trying to walk off. GUY 1: Son of a bitch…. Guy 1 gets closer to Perello and the cameramen before Guy 2 rushes over and pummels him with forearm to the back of the head. He gets Guy 1 in a headlock, kneeing him in the gut a few times. Perello continues to stare at the two not so random-random guys fighting until Guy 1 pushes Guy 2 back just enough to bump into Perello. JOSEPH PERELLO: Shame. I was enjoying that too… Perello grabs Guy 2 by the shirt collar and launched him over the handrail leading to the bottom of the arena. Guy 1 watches Guy 2 fall about seven feet down and tries to run away, but Perello grabs him by the back of the head and smashes his face off the first wall he sees, finally knocking him out with a right hook to the chin. Perello wipes his nose after checking that both guys were down and fixes his RIP cut. JOSEPH PERELLO: Dumb sonsabitches. Perello walks off as the camera crew check on Guy 1 and Guy 2. Surprisingly, Guy 2 starts crawling up the stairs he was launched over and crawls toward Guy 1, draping his arm across his chest. GUY 2: Where’s the referee?! The cameraman is heard laughing before we go back to ringside. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, causing the crowd to erupt as the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The cheers grew even louder as the sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? The fans were in a fever pitch as Xavier Asher Daniels, wearing pink ring gear, rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a pink throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. He gave a small smile and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 175 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the aisle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand before he slid inside of the ring. How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. BRIAN MASON: Xavier Asher Daniels is looking to get a lot of momentum after drawing at Crowned Royalty. ALEXA CORRA: And getting another undeserved shot at the HKW World championship! RANDY THE PILOT: How’s England though? You eating them crumpets? "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 pink and black tights and other pink apparel, including a black hoodie with that little pink symbol for breast cancer awareness on the back of the 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, he is the HKW No Limits champion....COLTON STERLING! 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. Colton removes the title around his waist (which was hidden by the hoodie) and hands it to the ref, but not before he notices Xavier staring right at it. Colton shrugs it off before he begins punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts. BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling will defend his belt in the main event of Crowned Royalty and will also be fighting for the HKW World championship. ALEXA CORRA: Another undeserving contender to the Queen’s title! RANDY THE PILOT: Colton put in work though. But I’m going to side with XAD in this match. ALEXA CORRA: Here’s hoping they both lose! VS. ![]() DING! DING! DING! The two men slowly circle the ring before Colton steps forward and offers up his hand for a handshake. Xavier looks at it for a second almost feeling unsure, but eventually steps up and shakes Colton hand. The two quickly separate and backpedal towards their corners after that handshake, ready to really get this match started. They slowly circle the ring once more before meeting up in the center and locking up. Colton quickly gets Xavier into a headlock before bring Xavier down to one knee. The smaller man (Xavier) tries to remove his head out of this headlock, but Colton’s got the hold locked in tight, which forces Xavier to use all of his strength to force Colton into the nearest corner. The ref begins a count once he sees XAD grab for one of the ropes, so Colton lets go of Xavier’s head almost immediately, not even looking to take full control of that five count. It seems to be a rookie mistake of sorts because Xavier quickly shoots out a backhanded chop that catches Colton right in the chest. Before Colton can even think about covering up and defending his chest, Xavier shoots out two more lightning fast chops that forces Colton to howl out in pain. XAD grabs Colton by the head and quickly irish whips him towards the opposite ropes. Colton hits the turnbuckles and leans up against them before XAD comes running in and connects with a dropkick that forces Colton to fall face first onto the mat and allows XAD to go for the cover early on! BRIAN MASON: XAD in full control here! ALEXA CORRA: Serves Sterling right after such a noob move. RANDY THE PILOT: XAD tryna put Colton down in record time. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Sterling shoots up his right arm as the ref doesn’t even get to count two. Xavier quickly gets to his feet and grabs Colton by the head, not wanting to let this offensive stand go to waste. He gets the young man up to both feet then irish whips him into the corner again. XAD runs forward and hits a corner splash on Colton before pulling him out of the corner and bringing him down with a neckbreaker. The audience cheers as XAD gets to his feet and begins motioning for Colton to get to his. Sterling slowly does rise to both feet, but it seems to be a bad idea as XAD comes rushing forward and attempts a backstabber. This time though, Colton pulls off a veteran move as he grabs the ropes close by and clutches to them tight, forcing Xavier to fall onto his back instead of connecting with that backstabber. XAD quickly gets to his feet, but is quickly taken off of them when Colton rushes forward and nails a crossbody on him! XAD tries to breathe as much air as possible as he rolls up on all fours while Colton gets to his feet. Colton quickly grabs XAD, gets him up to both feet, hooks his head, then rushes forward and plants him face first into the mat with a bulldog! The audience cheers as now Colton goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Sterling with a crossbody, then a bulldog! ALEXA CORRA: Yawn. RANDY THE PILOT: Oh, hell no. He ain’t picking up this win. ONE! TWO-KICKOUT! It’s XAD’s turn to shoot his right arm up, but just like his foe, Colton goes right back on the attack as he grabs XAD and gets both of them up to both feet. Colton knees XAD in the face before irish whipping him towards a corner as well. Colton then rushes forward, but XAD quickly catches him with a right boot to the face that sends him stumbling backwards. XAD climbs to the middle turnbuckle and leaps off, but Colton catches him with a dropkick from out of nowhere that floors him to a big pop from the audience! Sterling gets to his feet and motions for XAD to get to his. Once Daniels does get to his feet and turns towards his opponent, Sterling goes for a bicycle kick, but Daniels ducks it! When Sterling turns around, Daniels goes for a kick to the jaw of Sterling, but he catches Daniels’ boot. Colton then sweeps the other leg and quickly locks in an ankle lock to a huge mixed reaction from the audience! Xavier quickly flails his arms around and yells out in pain, but makes a quick dive for the ropes and gets his left hand on the bottom one before an ankle lock can fully be locked in, forcing Colton to break up the submission. The ref tells Colt to back off, which he does, before he goes to check on Xavier. BRIAN MASON: Colton tried to lock in that ankle lock after catching that near kick from Xavier! ALEXA CORRA: Part of me wishes Colton would have broken his ankle... RANDY THE PILOT: Fel done failed to put the boy down completely many times. Colton ain’t nowhere near that dangerous. Once Xavier gets to his feet and tells the ref that he’s fine, Colton quickly charges forward. Unfortunately for him, XAD is playing possum and pulls down the ropes, forcing Colton to go sailing over them and on to the ground. Xavier steps away from the ropes as Colton gets back up to his feet and shakes his head before sliding in to the ring once more. As soon as he is to his feet, XAD catches him with a boot to the gut, then goes for a snap suplex. But, Colton manages to reverse it by landing behind Xavier and catching him with a forearm smash to the back of the head that dazes Xavier. Colton then bounces to the ropes that are behind Xavier before charging forward and driving both of his knees into the back of Xavier, knocking him down onto the mat with a double knee maneuver. Colton then motions for the corner and the audience cheers. The No Limits champion exits through the ropes and finds himself on the apron before heading towards the corner that he previously pointed at. Sterling then climbs the turnbuckles one by one until he’s at the top. Luckily for Xavier, the climb was rather slow, so it allows Xavier to get to his feet just in time to rush towards that corner, climb those turnbuckles, hook Colton’s head, and superplexes him right off of the corner towards the center of that ring to a huge pop from the audience! BRIAN MASON: SUPERPLEX! ALEXA CORRA: ARE THEY BOTH DEAD? CAN THEY BE?! RANDY THE PILOT: GOD DAMN, BRUH! Both men writhe around in pain, but XAD is the first to get to his feet, though he keeps rubbing the lower part of his back. Colton gets to his feet doing the same only a few seconds later, but that’s enough time for XAD to shake off the back pain and charge forward, allowing him to dropkick Colton once more. Colton backpedals after that dropkick and it looks like he’s going to fall between the middle and top ropes to the outside area. But, he instead uses that momentum from that dropkick to rebound back forward, extend out his right arm, and lariat XAD’s head off, sending him flipping up in the air before he lands on his face! The audience absolutely goes off at the maneuver that was just performed, while Colton quickly crawls over for the cover! BRIAN MASON: REBOUND LARIAT BY STERLING! RANDY THE PILOT: GOD DAMN, BRUH! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! ALEXA CORRA: WHY WON’T XAVIER STAY DOWN?! Colton lets out a disappointed groan as he gets to his feet, not expecting Xavier to get up after that maneuver. Colton takes a couple of steps back from Xavier and thinks about what he’s going to do next before noticing where XAD is located. Colton takes a few more steps back to one of the corners and sees XAD roll over and almost gets to all fours before Colton begins motioning for him to rise just a little bit more. The audience has no idea what’s coming next, having never seen this move performed before, but Colton has the victory in sights as he waits for XAD to truly get on all fours. Once Daniels does this, Sterling charges forward and punts XAD right in the head to a big groan of pain from the audience! XAD drops down to the mat again, the impact of Colton’s left boot having done a lot of damage. Colton is like a hyena on predator mode as he quickly turns Xavier over and goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: GOOD GOD, WHAT A PUNT! ALEXA CORRA: Can someone say, “concussion”? RANDY THE PILOT: Concussion. ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: AAAAAAAAAH SHIIIIT! It’s not some miracle. XAD kicks out yet again and Colton can’t believe it. He looks over at the ref, who lets him know that it was only a two count, then slams the mat in frustration. Colton gets to his feet, then leans against the ropes close by before staring down Xavier and wondering that exactly he has to do next to try and keep the San Diego native down for the three count. Colton grabs Xavier’s legs after leaning off of the ropes and goes for the figure four. Unfortunately, when he tries to lock it in, Xavier has enough in the tank to shoot out his right leg and kick Colton right in the face with it, sending the No Limits champion stumbling backwards once more. Xavier seems to be running on a second wind as he gets to his feet as fast as possible, almost at the exact same time as Colton turns back towards him. Sterling goes for another bicycle kick, but Xavier ducks it. When Colton goes for a clothesline, Xavier ducks it. Colton quickly turns around and is met with a kick to the gut before hooking his head and driving him skull first into the mat with his patented headlock driver! The audience cheers as they watch their state’s own go for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Automatic Driver by XAD! ALEXA CORRA: Can this match end already? RANDY THE PILOT: Get that win, X! ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Sterling kicks out! AUDIENCE: STAR KICK! STAR KICK! STAR KICK! Xavier gets to his feet and hears the audience chanting for his finisher. He nods his head as he motions for Colton to get in position. Once Colton’s on his feet, XAD charges forward and attempts the Star Kick, but Colton ducks it and rolls him up! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Both men get to their feet at the same time, but Colton is faster and manages to take Xavier’s head off with a bicycle kick to another big pop from the audience! RANDY THE PILOT: NASTY ASS BICYCLE KICK THERE, BRUH! ALEXA CORRA: FINISH HIM! BRIAN MASON: You know how to turn this computer off, Randy? ALEXA CORRA: FUCK YOU, MASE! AUDIENCE: SHINING DIAMOND! SHINING DIAMOND! SHINING DIAMOND! Colton gets to his feet and hears the audience call out for the finisher that has put many people away. He grabs Xavier by the hair and gets him up to both feet before hooking XAD’s head. Colton looks ready to go for Shining Diamond, but as he twists, Xavier is smart enough to grab onto the ropes close by, forcing Colton to twist and hit the mat face first, no Xavier in his clutches as the San Diego native slips the finisher off. Colton quickly rolls to his knees before Xavier launches his right foot forward and.... BRIAN MASON: STAR KICK CONNECTS! The audience gives out the mixed reaction as Colton drops to the mat, looking almost lifeless, while XAD quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover! ALEXA CORRA: IS IT OVER NOW?! RANDY THE PILOT: It better be! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match....XAVIER ASHER DANIELSSSSSS! Xavier gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm in victory to mostly a big round of applause. BRIAN MASON: Xavier just did what no person has been able to do for 247 days. He just pInned Colton Sterling. ALEXA CORRA: Colton wanted this World title match, but if XAD can beat him, then he’s going to be walking out of Crowned Royalty with no gold. RANDY THE PILOT: Getting a cake for XAD for this win. Might eat it all beforehand, but it’s the thought that counts. After XAD celebrates a little, he notices the ref slide back into the ring with the No Limits championship to give to Colton Sterling, who is in one of the corners, looking disappointed and exhausted. Before the ref can get to Colton, XAD grabs the belt out of his hands and stares at it for a second. It seems like this hits a nerve with Colton, who gets to his feet as fast as possible, walks over, and yanks the title out of Xavier’s hands. The two have a stare down with one another before the shot changes to Felicity and Ina watching both Colton and Xavier having their little staredown. The scene fades after Felicity stares at her belt, then back at the TV with a smirk on her face. WINNER: Xavier Asher Daniels (18:32) ![]() The scene fades backstage as Lance is seen strolling around backstage with 2/3's of the Reapers Hellhounds, Leifi Maivia and Acelin Tate following closely behind him. The three men are heard laughing as they are seen joking around and pushing a few crew members and superstars off to the side who may or may not be in their way. Romeo is then seen stepping in front of the camera rubbing his rugged cheeks as he looks onto the three RIP members. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph... Romeo begins following them watching their each and every move, Lance in particular. Romeo has only seen Lance on television, never in person. But he's read enough reports on the man to know just what he is truly capable of outside of this "wrestling persona"...Even though Lance didn't have much of a wrestling persona as he was simply just being exactly the way he is on the outside. Romeo has grown used to being around men such as Lance but it still need to be approached with caution as men like this are unpredictable. After Romeo has seen enough he calls out to the men... ROMEO PRICE: Hey! The all look back at him, Leifi and Acelin a bit angered and ready to pounce while Lance begins to smile. Lance places his hand on his men's shoulders as he sees Romeo looking directly at him. LANCE WINTERS: I got this one boys. Go on without me. The two Reaper Hellhounds nod and leave as Lance begins to walk forward with his arms out. LANCE WINTERS: YOU MUST BE THE NEW GUY! Joey's little buddy right? NICE TO MEET YA! As he is now standing in front of Romeo he pats his shoulder and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: IT'S GOOD TO KNOW, we'll have us an understanding about a few things. Romeo looks over to his shoulder that is being touched. He quickly slaps Lance's away and looks up to him. ROMEO PRICE: Me and you? An understanding? Hmph, right...Here's out understanding, you don't run this fucking show, I do. I don't give a damn about you or your boys, yes that includes Joseph. Me and Joseph have an understanding, sure. He knows where I stand on some things and now it's time for you to. I don't know about this little arrangement you have with Risky, and I don't care about it simply. All I care about is running this show and giving out the best product possible, and you....You are not going to ruin that, do you understand me? Lance laughs shaking his head. LANCE WINTERS: So, ANOTHER TOUGH GUY GM HUH?! You do know what happened to the last one right? Romeo smirks and chuckles... ROMEO PRICE: Yes, I do know what happened to Mr. McHannon...But you are going to realize I'm not weak like him. Never have. Never will be. So if you have some sort of urge to lay your hands on me right about now Mr. Winters...I suggest you be quick about it because I can't promise I'll leave you to see another day.......And I'm not....Joking.....Around.... LANCE WINTERS: Sorry to be the bring of bad news new guy, BUT I RUN THIS FUCKING SHOW! RIP RUNS HKW! And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it. I'm not gonna put my hands on you. NOPE! I want us to have a little fun first, you know a little foreplay. Romeo stares at him...No expression in sight as Lance smiles. LANCE WINTERS: Oh I like this. YOU'RE GOING TO BE FUN! It's a shame though...Joey might just lose a friend if he doesn't wise the fuck up. ROMEO PRICE: That's funny...I was thinking the same thing. Don't test me Winters....And as for that match between Jason Mentez that you just went out there and announced...That's not fucking happening. Lance looks to Romeo with anger. ROMEO PRICE: You don't make the fucking matches around here Lance. I do...Do you want to know why I offered the trade for Michael Alexander? Just so that little challenge of yours happened on MY show. I know it's something the people want to see. It's something Mr. Alexander wants....And I'll enjoy nothing but the two of you to beat yourselves to shit, preferably his hand being raised the winner of course. But back to the match with Mentez...You see... Romeo pulls out his cell phone and clicks on a app. He waves it in Lance's face with a smirk on his face. ROMEO PRICE: If you remember correctly there was an application made just for you...It's time we bring that application back to fruition. So if you really want that match with Jason and he wants you? Then the both of you better be praying to whatever the fuck God either of you believe in and hope that he is the one that steps out from behind those curtains to face you at Crowned Royalty. As he slides his phone back in his inner coat pocket he chuckles at the anger on Lance's face. ROMEO PRICE: See you around Mr. Winters.... Romeo turns walking way from Lance but not before he looks over his shoulder... ROMEO PRICE: It was a pleasure meeting you... He then continues to walk on as the scene fades away and Lance punches a wall while calling out to Romeo. ![]() The screen comes on to see Onyx Payne still dressed in her breast cancer awareness themed referee attire. She looks a bit nervous, taking a deep breath as she knocks on a blue door that the camera moves up slightly to reveal a name plate that reads “Felicity Banks” causing the crowd to pop a mixture of cheers and jeers. Slowly, Onyx begins to open the door, peeking her head in the locker room and looking around. ONYX PAYNE: Felicity? Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment? As she enters the room, she closes the door behind her as she waits at the door for Felicity to appear still fuming after the outcome her match. FELICITY BANKS: Not really in a talking mood since those Stupid Saiyans cost me a match, Onyx. That, and… Felicity takes a moment to think over her next words, remembering her and Ina’s argument after their match just minutes earlier. FELICITY BANKS: Kind of just mad at the world right now. Don’t know what you have on your mind right now, Onyx, but I doubt I’d be of any help. Felicity slips off her elbowpads and tosses them into her Nike gym bag. FELICITY BANKS: Really don’t understand people. Constantly helping people out, and still getting walked all over and taken advantage of. Sick of it. Felicity turns her head and sees her championship resting inside the locker. FELICITY BANKS: Next Queen she says… There will never be another queen around these parts. Not when I’m around. Felicity stares at her championship for a moment in an obvious daze before turning her attention to Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: You were saying? Thinking for a moment, Onyx lets out a sigh knowing that this might not be the best of time to talk to Felicity but, it was good as any. ONYX PAYNE: … You know how you feel now? because the Saiyans interfered in your match, and how you felt when Chopz interfered in your match with Salem? /she swallows/ That is exactly how I felt when you interfered in my match against Cyncica. You did exactly what Chopz and the Saiyans did on that night. Taking her gaze of Felicity for a moment she looks back at her with a bit of seriousness about her. ONYX PAYNE: You wanted to send Cyncica a message. Just like Chopz wanted to send Salem a message. And just like how the Saiyans wanted to send ASH a message. You even told Salem, you didn’t want to win that way. Just like I didn’t want to win that way against Cyncica. Even though you wanted to teach me a “lesson”, it didn’t make what you did more acceptable. If I ever did that to you… You would be furious at me. Giving me that scowl that… You are currently wearing. Felicity just rolls her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: Whatever. Felicity turns her attention to her championship and then her gym bag, pulling out an HKW sweatshirt before slipping it on. FELICITY BANKS: You made me realize that I don’t want to talk about this either. Hmmm. Hope I don’t regret this, but what exactly did you come in here to talk to me about? Wedding plans? What you ended up saying? Felicity glances at her championship before locking eyes with Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: How you’re gonna be the one that challenges me for that? Might as well pile it all on me since it’s piss Felicity off night here in HKW land~! Sarcastic and yet giddy laughter from Felicity as she grabs her championship and sits down on a metal chair before she places her title on her lap and then covers her face with her hands. FELICITY BANKS: You know what’s annoying? People are annoying. I would much rather surround myself with apes than any of these peasants that inhabit these hallways. Onyx laughs slightly as she glides her tongue over her upper teeth. Frustrated. ONYX PAYNE: It’s just like you to change the subject and try to make this about something it’s not. I’m not here to challenge you for your title, Felicity. I’m not here to talk about my wedding plans…. You know… You are such a hypocrite. You sit there with your title and sit on your “throne” that you created for yourself, and do things that you scold others for doing. Just because you are Felicity Banks. The Queen B. Doesn’t make it anymore right for you to do what you scold others for. I honestly thought I could come in here and have a reasonable conversation with you. Hoping that finally, you could put yourself in my shoes and see things from my perspective. Like I did with you and… You would apologize to me. But apparently that is just too much to hope for. Shaking her head Onyx turns and opens the door. ONYX PAYNE: I’m sorry to have disturbed you and waste your time. She didn’t even face Felicity when she spoke those words as she slammed the door behind her while Felicity just laughs. FELICITY BANKS: Apologize for what? She laughs once again and picks up her title along with her gym bag. FELICITY BANKS: Must be that time of the month for that one… Felicity shrugs her shoulders and exits her locker room as the scene fades. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event, set for one fall… a No Disqualification match! Introducing first… From Brooklyn, New York. Being accompanied by Onyx... He is the Vice President of the Reapers in Pride.... JOEYYY PERELLOOOOO!!!! LET GO! The lights in the arena go completely out as "This time it's different" by Evan's Blue hits the PA System. As the bass kicks in the strobe lights in the arena begin to flicker just a bit as the crowd looks around within the audience to find where Joey Perello and Onyx will be making their entrance from. The camera then pans toward the top of the entrance ramp as Joey Perello is seen standing at the top of the ramp with Onyx right by his side. He scans the crowd with his cold blue eyes and begins a steady pace down the ramp with Onyx following him down the entrance ramp. Perello stops right in front of the ring and turns his head just enough to glance at Onyx before he slides in the ring. Perello walks to the center of the ring and raises one of his arms in the air with his fist clenched and waits for the match to begin as Onyx makes her self at home on the outside. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 210 Pounds, KAI!!! There's no holding me back I'm not driven by fear I'm just driven by anger The intro to "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace began to play and the crowd erupts as Kai slowly walks out onto the stage,his painted face hidden underneath the hooded trench coat as he stopped at the top of 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. 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. He turns towards the steel and walks towards them, before lifting up his coat tails as he he quickly walks up and onto the ring apron. Kai steps through the middle ropes and begins shrugging off his trench coat, before tossing it out of the ring. He 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. BRIAN MASON: Looking forward to this one… ALEXA CORRA: I am too, probably hoping for a different result than you. RANDY THE PILOT: Heard this was a No DQ match. Damn, was looking forward to a chicken strip basket and a Reese’s Cup Blizzard too. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! The bell rings and these two just stand there staring at each other for long moments, and then begin pacing around in a clockwise motion, circling each other; their eyes never leaving each others faces as the crowd level rises and rises in anticipation of the first move in this contest. Perello stops and pops his neck, and Kai stands his ground. Kai’s emotionless face squints at him, then he raises his hand and crooks one finger at him, beckoning Joey to come at him. Perello rubs his palms together, considering it. Then he shrugs and runs right at Kai, and instead of a lock-up up to start off, the fists are flying back and forth. Perello looks like he knees Kai questionably low that forces Kai to lower his guard, and Perello lights up his face with repeated elbow shots and European uppercuts that rocks his head back each time. Perello grabs an arm and looks to whip him toward the ropes, but as he whips him around, he instead pulls him back in for a short-arm clothesline that takes Kai to the mat. Perello drops down and rains punches on Kai’s face, but Kai eventually pushes him off and stands up, backing into the corner and wiping his face. Perello wrings out his hands, pops his knuckles. BRIAN MASON: Opening salvo goes to Perello, and Kai looks none too pleasing. ALEXA CORRA: That’s how he always looks, like he just smelled a fart or something. RANDY THE PILOT: Hey, don’t look at me!!! Perello runs at him again, firing off short right hooks to the ribs as the tussle in the corner. Kai grabs him and whips him around in the corner, reversing the positioning. Kai blocks a punch and fires off several knife edge chops, blistering and reddening Joey’s chest. Now Kai grabs him by the hair and blasts him with headbutt after headbutt, the crowd cheering on each one. At the end of that sequence, perhaps in payback for the low blow earlier, Kai leans in and bites him on the forehead, before dragging him out of the corner and grabbing a front facelock, just driving knee after vicious knee into Perello’s chest, forcing the air out of him. Kai picks him up and transitions flawlessly into a shoulder breaker, dropping Perello’s shoulder onto his bent knee and letting him fall off to the mat. Perello is already writhing to get back up, and Kai sizes him up from his bent knee position. He stands quickly, bounces off the far ropes and meets Perello as he stands with a massive kitchen sink, the knee striking the abdomen and sending Perello end over end back down to the mat. ALEXA CORRA: C’mon VP, get up! This guy’s a joke! BRIAN MASON: He’s delivering punchlines, that’s for sure. RANDY THE PILOT: Did you say lunch line? It’s kinda late for that… Kai is looking for the Sharpshooter now, but Perello kicks away at his arms and chest, scrambling away from him and getting back up. They both run at each other and go for a dropkick at the same time, both falling to the mat, they look up at each other with a shake of the head and a knowing half smirk. But Perello has gotten to his feet first and is on Kai now with punches, he doubles him over and nails a quick spike DDT. Now he’s up and whips Kai hard into the corner, and he follows him in with a running boot to the face! PErello on him with more jabs, and hooks… starting at the face and working down to the ribs, ending up with a low blow that sends Kai to the mat in a seated position clutching himself. Joey justs runs the ropes and comes back.. nails a huge running facewash to Kai, another boot to the face! Joey casts a smug look to the referee who is here only to count the pin or submission. Perello rolls out of the ring and grabs Kai’s boot, yanking him around. He grabs Kai’s feet and yanks him, crotching him on the ringpost. He then pulls Kai on outside the ring and slams his face off the ring post. Disoriented, Kai is stumbling and throwing wild punches in an attempt of self-preservation. Perello dodges a wild swing and grabs him… yanks him down with a reverse STO onto the ring steps! BRIAN MASON: Physiognomy Fail! Good lord! RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t even know what you just said, but that looks painful! ALEXA CORRA: Almost as painful as sitting next to you two clowns… Perello picks him up and rolls his sluggish body back into the ring. Joey slides in and makes the cover… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Perello hoped that was it, very disappointed. He looks down at Kai still reeling, trying to get up. Joey looks around and then something catches his eye. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He picks up Kai and it looks like he’s trying to hit the No Escape cutter with the chair jabbed up under Kai’s throat! But Kai nails him with a forearm to the back and gets out of it. The chair falls to the mat. Perello whirls around and looks for a right hook, but Kai dodges and Perello wheels around. Now Kai grabs him and hits a trio of rolling German suplexes, and ending that with a high angled snap belly to back suplex, releasing him and he crashes to the mat. Kai acknowledges the chair on the mat and kicks it away into the corner. He moves quickly to the turnbuckle and climbs. He drags a thumb across his throat, looking down at Perello and then leaps for a swandive headbutt, that strikes true! Perello’s body quivers as a result of that shot, and Kai rolls over holding his head as well. He covers… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Kai slaps the mat, and grabs Perello by the head, pulling him up to his knees, he positions PErello’s head between his legs, looks to be Kai Bomb time. But Perello pushes off and uppercuts his arm up between Kai’s legs, hitting home with another low blow. Perello stands groggily and hoists up Kai… nails the Miracle Cure (Package Piledriver). He rolls up, sitting with his forearms resting on his knees, as Kai writhes on the mat. Perello goes back over and picks up the chair, he raises it over his head and stalks Kai, who is face down on the mat and unaware, and… Suddenly… The camera kicks on reveals No Limit 2.0 sneaking around the parking lot. Trey can be heard chuckling off some high as his twin slaps him in the shoulder. RASHAD WEATHERS Shhh.. Nigga shit... Ya got to keep da volume down. Trey nods and follows behind his brother as the two sneak up on a pair of motorcycles left unattended. Leifi is on the license plate of one and Acelin on the other. RASHAD WEATHERS Wha I tell ya nigga? My contacts are neva wrong. Tell dat nigga to bring his nappy ass on. Trey waves to someone off camera and next thing shown is a cement truck, rolling slowly up to the bikes. RASHAD WEATHERS C'mon nigga.. Shit... Hurry da fuck up. The driver stops the vehicle and Trey maneuvers the spout into position. TREY WEATHERS Dis gon be some funny shit. Rashad slaps Trey across the back of the head. RASHAD WEATHERS Shush... Dayum nigga. The mixer begins to spin and after a few second cement begins to flow down and covers the motorcycles. TREY WEATHERS Aiyo.. Gotta admit dey lookin' betta already. RASHAD WEATHERS Yea boi! Rashad shrinks realizing how loud he has just been. As the duo finishes covering the modes of their rival's transportation, they turn right into the camera. RASHAD WEATHERS Oh snap... Wasn't expectin' anyone to be out here, ba aight. We decided to hook our boiz Tate 'n' Miavia up wit a lil detail work.. Y'dig. The twins turn to each other and nod. TREY WEATHERS : Don't ya just love ya new lawn ordaments niggas? We are so glad we cod help ya wit dat. No charge. RASHAD WEATHERS : Hell Yea... It just a community service we be doin'. Have fun finding a way home boiz. Rashad winks as Trey nods behind him before leaving the scene. Seething at what he’s just seen on the screen, Perello turns and raises the chair once again… but Kai is up and dropkicks it right into his face! Perello is busted open, and Kai rolls him up in a small package as Perello is kicking and struggling to get free…. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the winner of tonight’s main event… KAI!!!! The ref raises Kai’s hand, and he pulls it away quickly and rolls to the outside, arms raised and staring bulletholes through Perello. Perello is up to his knees, blood trickling down his face, cursing he spits out some blood that has trickled into his mouth. Staring back at Kai and shaking his head, the pissed off Joey Perello now standing up to his feet. Kai slowly lowers his arm as the ref notices something was about to go down in the ring. The two men now stand nose to nose staring one another down the fans begin to cheer. BRIAN MASON: Looks we're gonna have round two?! RANDY THE PILOT: Might wanna find a stretcher, Mase. ALEXA CORRA: The VP ain't going out like now bitch. That weak fucker Kai cheated! Beat his ass Joey! Suddenly the crowd gets even more louder as former World Champion and current rival of Perello, Emilio Vialpando stands up from his seat within the crowd staring at Perello. Joey notices the buzzing with the crowd and looks over to see Emilio standing and staring at him. BRIAN MASON: Is Emilio going to get his revenge tonight?! ALEXA CORRA: Nah, Emilio knows better. That's why he bought a ticket like ever other lame Ignite sucker that came to the show tonight. They know they ain't allowed up in the big house! Perello smirks as he looks over to see Emilio staring at him. He begins to laugh and turns to face his foe all the way until..... I'm just a step away I'm just a breath away Losin' my faith today (Falling off the edge today) "Hero" by. Skillet hits the PA System and out steps Defiance General Manager Romeo Price onto the stage with a microphone in hand causing yet another pop from the crowd. Romeo looks around to the crowd with a smirk on his face as he sees Emilio still staring at Joey who is stunned by Romeo's presence. ROMEO PRICE: Nice to see you again Mr. Vialpando...I'm actually glad you're here to witness this first hand.... Romeo looks over to Perello. ROMEO PRICE: Joseph.....I would like to thank you all of your services here on Defiance.... ALEXA CORRA: Best No Limits Champion this company as ever seen if you ask me. BRIAN MASON: You're forgetting Ava Adore and Annie Zellor aren't ya Alexa? ALEXA CORRA: Yaaawwwwnnnnnnnnn! A one day champion and didn't Ava get traded to Ignite? Who cares about her, honestly? Perello shakes his head and looks back over to Emilio who has yet to take his eyes off of him. ROMEO PRICE: But your time here on Defiance is over.....After further negotiations with Mr. Sands, I would like to announce that you Mr. Perello have been traded to Ignite.... Emilio begins to smile as he hears the news with the crowd cheering. ROMEO PRICE: Goodbye Joseph.... "Hero" by. Skillet hits the PA System yet again as Romeo walks backstage with Perello staring at Emilio as the show comes to a close. Edited by Sean Sands, Oct 7 2014, 01:36 PM.
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