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DEFIANCE XXIV; Live from Valley View Casino Center; San Diego, California
Topic Started: Oct 22 2014, 11:08 PM (689 Views)
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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 returning to the broadcast booth, the NEW SSWA Heavyweight champion, Miss Alexa Corra!

ALEXA CORRA: Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? But, yeah. I'm back here to carry your asses once again.

RANDY THE PILOT: So proud of you, Alexa. Forreal.

ALEXA CORRA: Cool. Anyway, what have I missed? Anything important?

BRIAN MASON: You're going to have to check Netflix and watch what you missed, because tonight? Tonight we have a jam packed show!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee, we got the Lions Den coming back to Defiance!

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, but look who's in it. Sam Morgan and Shane Atwater. YAWN.

BRIAN MASON: But wait. There's more!

ALEXA CORRA: Okay, Billy Mayes.

RANDY THE PILOT: We got Lance Winters taking on Michael Alexander in a special Defiance versus iGNITE match!

ALEXA CORRA: Eh... Next.

BRIAN MASON: And our main event of the evening... Talia Valen and Felicity Banks of Killuminaughty take on Xavier Asher Daniels and Onyx Payne!

ALEXA CORRA: Holy shit, I should've stayed in England. All I'm interested in is Lance beating the piss out of the whiny Alexander and Felicity. Christ. Lets send it backstage where something interesting might be happening...maybe.

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The scene fades backstage as Nicole Starr is seen slowly lingering around backstage. Unlike how she normally looks however, Nicole is shown wearing a black and white striped sweater that has some rips on the side, a pair of ripped up old slippers and jean shorts. Her hair seems to be in some sort of messy way, and her face is painted a shocking and pale white with black strange patterns. Her eyes look exhausted and dark, and she doesn’t look around as she lingers. Her focus is straight ahead, and she doesn’t notice as she bumps into someone. Rather than stopping to ask if they were okay, Nicole’s expressions seems tired and angry as she continues to slowly linger..

The camera zooms out a little as Head of Security RED is seen hiding behind a vending machine watching Nicole walk down the hallway. He quickly leans back on the vending machine trying to hide best he could. RED slowly raises his micriophone up to his lips.

RED: SUBJECT SHE DEVIL IS IN SIGHT. I REPEAT, SUBJECT SHE DEVIL IS IN SIGHT. ALRIGHT BOYS, BLAKE SAID HE NEEDS HER TO BE SEDATED OR SOME SHIT. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT SHIT SO I’MA JUST KNOCK HER LITTLE ASS OUT. AYE...AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION AIGHT? WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS THING IS MADE OF BRUH.

RED slowly looks back over and sees Nicole standing there looking straight towards him making him go back to hiding. He looks around worried.

RED: SHIT?! SHE SPOTTED ME! TAKE HER DOWN! TAKE HER DOWN RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!

As RED continues to shout, “Nicole” stands still glaring in the direction he went into hiding. She clenches her fists and begins to breathe heavily, before letting out a vicious scream…

NICOLE STARR: “IF YOU THINK HIDING IS GOING TO DO ANYTHING YOU ARE WRONG YOU BIG RED HEADED FREAK!

Nicole continues to scream, before walking slowly and closer to his hiding spot. Her eyes don’t blink, and don’t leave the location of his hiding spot, as she continues to yell..

NICOLE STARR: “IF YOU FOOLS THINK THAT YOU ARE GOING TO TRY AND SAVE THIS CHILD THAT YOU ALL WANT BACK YOU ARE MISTAKING. I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. AND IF I DO? I’M BRINGING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU TO HELL WITH ME.

Nicole screams, before turning her back, sprinting out of sight. She quickly runs down the hall, trying to avoid whatever or whoever tries to follow her. Several members of the security run after her, all but RED who is left with his hands in the air. With each and every corner turned, Nicole dodges and spins around diving security guards as if she was a running back running towards the endzone. RED is heard over the walkie talkie.

RED: DON’T LET HER GET AWAY! DON’T LET NICOLE OR THAT THING GET AWAY! GET HER!

Nicole then knocks over some crates…..Without even laying a finger on them. Several men trip over each other and the crates. Nicole looks back and giggles until….RED blasts out of no where tackling her down on the ground.

RED: I GOT HER! I GOT HER! SHE’S OUT!

The men walk over dusting themselves off as RED picks her unconsious body up. RED looks at them confused.

RED: THE HELL HAPPEN TO Y’ALL? NO WHAT, DON’T EVEN WORRY BOUT IT. LET’S GET HER TO THAT ROOM BLAKE GOT SET UP AND SHIT.

The scene fades as the men follow RED as he carries the knocked out Nicole Starr.

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The camera cuts to the backstage area where two ladies stand in view; backstage interviewer Kenzie J. Valerie and newest Defiance superstar NEON. Both stand facing the direction of the camera, smiles reaching from ear to ear and a glimmer in each of their respective eyes.

Kenzie J Valerie: Ladies and gentleman, I'm standing here with none other than newest Defiance superstar and former Cyber champion of PDW fame, Neon.

She stares at Neon with a smile and it's met with an even overemphasised one from Neon.

Kenzie J Valerie: Neon, first off welcome to Defiance. If there's one message you have for your new peers here at Defiance what would that be?

Kenzie staggers sidewards to face Neon and places the microphone to her face so she can answer the question. Suddenly, Neon's smile turns to a devious look and she tilts her head slightly to the side.

NEON: I don't wanna talk any more. I'm tired of talking. People talk too much.

She grabs the microphone from Kenzie's hand and throws it away behind her. She shoves the interviewer into the TV set behind her. Kenzie looks offended and holds her chest where Neon pushed her.

Kenzie J Valerie: What the hell was that for?

There's no reply from Neon, only action and she smacks Kenzie in the face so hard she falls to one knee. She grabs her by the hair and pulls her back to her feet. Kenzie struggles, trying to swipe herself from Neon's grasps but she just swings her around and send her flying into the TV set behind her. Kenzie screams as she collides with the metal foundations and it all collapses around her.

A security guard rushes to the interviewer's aid but Neon just kicks him in the gut, doubling him over before hitting her Light's Out finisher. He lays motionless on the ground and Neon laughs, enjoying every moment of her assault.

She grins and bites her lip as she returns to Kenzie, who flails ever so slightly before grabbing her by the hair. Kenzie screams, scared that more damage is going to come her way and Neon simply pulls her atop her two shoulders in a torture rack position before returning to the centre of the camera.

NEON: Thanks for the welcome girl.

She looks upwards as if talking to Kenzie who lays spread out on top of her shoulders before applying a torture rack submission. Kenzie screams and reaches out for help as Neon face displays nothing but pure aggression. She keeps the hold on Kenzie for what seems like close to a minute before dropping her to the ground.

Kenzie lays holding her back crying whilst Neon composes herself, running her hands through her hair before returning to face the camera with a smile on her face as if nothing happened.

NEON: If this doesn't look like trouble then I don't know what does. Excuse me.

She scuffs her hands together twice as an act of letting everyone know she's done before walking out of view. The camera zooms down to Kenzie as medical employees rush around her to check that she's OK. She turns around and tears are running down her face, with her mascara running as she grimaces from the pain and the camera fades to black.

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Charli Villa defeats Matador Shitso via Kimura. (2:00) - What was originally supposed to be Charli Villa against Fran turned into Charli Villa against Matador Shitso. When Charli made her way to the ring, she locked eyes with one of HKW’s newest acquisitions, MJ Bell, who was sitting at ringside just to scout the competition. The two exchanged a few words while the announcers hyped up MJ’s debut coming soon. After a small verbal exchange, Charli told MJ to watch what was about to happen in the ring and said “This could be you.”

Villa waited for Fran to come out, but after a few moments of waiting, one of the Queen’s Royal Lambs in Matador Shitso came out to replace Fran. Charli just chuckled at the little guy who more than likely feared for his life underneath his mask. When the match began, Charli immediately blasted out of her corner and nearly decapitated Shitso with a big boot. It was pretty much over from that point on, but Charli continued to beat the hell out of Shitso, looking over at MJ Bell after every offensive move. MJ just chuckled at Charli’s arrogance before Charli locked in the Kimura and Matador immediately tapped out.

After the match: Charli didn’t look like she was releasing the Kimura until MJ Bell hopped over the barricade and rushed the ring. She pushed Charli away from Matador to which Charli laughed and slid out of the ring. The two locked eyes as MJ motioned for Charli to get in the ring, but Charli would only say “You’ll get yours soon” before heading to the back. MJ helped Shitso to his feet while on site medics checked his arm for any structural damage.

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The scene opens up backstage at of the arena. Angelica Ward and Kylie Fox are shown walking down the long hallway laughing and talking.

ANGELICA WARD: Girl you ready for this?

KYLIE FOX: I was born ready girl. You know I aint worried about these bums. It’s definitely time to shut them up

ANGELICA WARD: Aint that the damn truth! Whole lotta bitches that need to get shut the fuck up. Wish they would throw them motherfuckers in the ring too. Then when all of them get knocked. They’ll realize our pussies didn’t get us here.

KYLIE FOX: Chica! Now you know, even if we win-

Angelica interrupts her.

ANGELICA WARD: When we win!

KYLIE FOX: Okay…When we win you know bitches still gonna find a way to make it because we hoes!

They both burst into laughter.

ANGELICA WARD: Girl yessss! Beat these bitches bloody and they’ll probably say we fucked the ref or some shit.

KYLIE FOX: Girl I just don’t get it! Seem like every bitch in this industry bitter for real.

ANGELICA WARD: Right! All these bitches reaching though so I aint worried. They gon call us hoes when we win tonight. They gon call us hoes when we holding up a championship. But it aint shit. These girls ain’t doing nothing but pushing us. Haven’t even debuted yet, and already they all know about Angelica and Kylie!

KYLIE FOX: That’s how g305 does!

They high five each other.

ANGELICA WARD: Speaking of, where the hell is Carmen.

Carmen Alvarez is shown coming from around another corner.

CARMEN: Chicas!!!! I knew I heard your voices.

They greet Carmen with air kisses and hugs.

CARMEN: You guys ready for tonight?

KYLIE FOX: You know it!

CARMEN: No matter what happens tonight girls, remember all that matters is you show these bums who ya’ll are. Let them know your name!

ANGELICA WARD: Girl you know that’s the plan!

The three are shown continuing to walk down the hallway, the scene fades

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The camera shifts backstage to show Acelin Tate of RIP walking backstage, likely heading back to the locker room for the group as he looked around cautiously, almost as if expecting an attack. Just as he rounds a corner that would lead him to the Locker Room, he froze, seeing someone standing just in front of the entrance way. He couldn't make out the person's facial features, as they were hidden by a mask, and the man seemed to be looking right at him. Acelin moved to confront him - when he was suddenly taken down out of nowhere and hit with a devastating Spear, sending him crashing hard into a wall!

Acelin clutched his ribs in agony as another masked man, larger than the one that caught his attention, stood tall over him. Looking over at his comrade, the masked behemoth got a nod in return, as if to carry out an unspoken order. Nodding back in return, he lifted Acelin up onto his shoulders and the two walked off, disappearing into the darkness of the locker room with Acelin Tate being forcibly taken along with them.

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The scene fading backstage Co-Owner Lyle Risky is seen talking on his phone laughing a little as he walks down a hallway.

LYLE RISKY: Nah I told you that you could have came Carmen, why you tripping? What you mean there's a lot of work you still gotta do?

Lyle looks to his right seeing Reapers In Pride President, Lance Winters walking into the building flicking a cigarette bud at somebody. Lyle's smile begins to quickly fade away as he sees the man he brought into HKW.

LYLE RISKY: Ayo lemme call you back. You should of came then Carmen damn. There's still Ignite you can come to, chill. Yeah...Okay, yeah whatever. Bye.

He slides his phone back in his pocket as he begins to make his way towards Winters who seems to have not even notice Risky.

LYLE RISKY: Aye bruh?! Lance!

Lance looks over his shoulder a bit annoyed.

LANCE WINTERS: WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU LAST TIME?! I'm not signing any Goddamn thing unless your wife sucks my dick from the back?!

Winters laughs as he notices it was only Lyle calling for him.

LANCE WINTERS: BRIDGES! How ya doing buddy? Nice to see you! How's the kids?

LYLE RISKY: Kids? What fuckin.....Look I need to know something Lance.

Lance crosses his arms and tilts his head.

LANCE WINTERS: Yeah? What? If this is about taking that pwwweeetttttty little Mexicana chicks mask, it was completely sensual I promise. Or was it me beating up those guys? WHAT CAN I SAY?! THEY HAD IT COMING!

Lyle waves his hands in the air shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: NO! I wanna know just why in the fuck is Viktor Volkov who just happens to be SUSPENDED walking around on the fucking shows like he isn't suspended? Huh? He shouldn't fuckin' be here. I don't need you boys goin' all inspector reaper gadget on my trainers just cause he needed some help to win a championship.

Lance chuckles and shake his head.

LANCE WINTERS: Haha, you see Blake...You have it all wrong my friend. Sure he may be suspended from HKW sure. But you forgot one thing Bridges.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah? And what's that?

LANCE WINTERS: Viktor Volkov is a Reaper now. I don't give a single fuck about your title red tape, suspensions or bans. You already fucked over Joey with the No Limits title, I'M NOT going to let another one of my men be dicked around again. i DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW THE MINDLESS RULES. No, because I don't give a shit about any of them. You see, Reapers are above any goddamn rule you have for the rest of these fucks i this company. I'm not representing HKW. I don't represent any fucking wrestler. I represent the Reapers In Pride and nothing else, you understand me? So WHEN I SEE MY MEN BEING WRONGED you better know I'm gonna make sure THINGS ARE JUSTIFIED. Volkov didn't take no damn PED's. Me and you both know that's some bull shit. None of these SO CALLED MIX MARTIAL ARTS EXPERTS can stand a chance to him. He's the best thing in that Lionheart Division. HELL HE'S THE ONLY REASON THE DIVISION WAS EVEN CREATED AM I RIGHT. Young Cub...It's his own personal division so fucks know that the Lion's Den is nothing to fuck with AM I RIGHT? Sure I am.

Lance steps up to Lyle and pokes him in his chest.

LANCE WINTERS: So why don't you take this little "I wanna be the party pooper boss" act the fuck out of here, I got enough of that with Romeo Price fuck you hired. Get the fuck out of my face. When you actually want me to do something worth my fucking time, call me buddy. Now I'm gonna do my job...The job you brought me here for okay sweetie pie? Okay. Bye bye now.

Lance snarls and turns heading down the hallway leaving Lyle standing there not sure what to do. He rubs his cheeks and looks around to some crew workers looking at him.

LYLE RISKY: AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! Get the fuck back to work!

They quickly go back to work as Risky grunts storming off as the scene fades away.

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The Diirtty South versus Angelica Ward and Kylie Fox never began (0:00) - While Ward and Fox were making their entrances, the members of the Diirrty South attacked them from behind. The four ladies fought all around ringside until security and officials rushed the ring to hold all four of them apart.

After officials separated the teams from one another, GM Romeo Price made his way down to the entrance ramp looking irate. He said that this “bullshit” won’t be happening while he’s in charge. He said since the ladies of the Diirty South want to fight Diirty, he had an idea. He announced that at the House of Pain supershow it would be Kylie and Angelica against the Diirrty South in a falls count everywhere match! The crowd popped for the announcement as Romeo made his way to the back and the two teams gave each other dirty looks.

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Scene opens up with Rakim Jackson leaning against a wall, waiting for Drew Thornton to get out of his locker room.

RAKIM JACKSON: Damn, son. You dropping the nuclear bomb in there or somethin?

DREW THORNTON: Are they out there?

RAKIM JACKSON: Nigga who? The Family? Nah… them niggas ain’t here. I told your bum ass I ain’t gonna let ‘em touch you. Get out of the locker room. You a damn wrestler, bruh. Fuck you scared of some punk ass peeps?

DREW THORNTON: Okay.

Drew Thornton then opens up his door, and walks out. Rakim shakes his head.

RAKIM JACKSON: Damn. You look scared. Haha. What’s good though? You trying to come peep this match I’m about to do?

DREW THORNTON: Yeah, sure.

RAKIM JACKSON: Damn, hope I’m getting paid to be your bodyguard.

DREW THORNTON: You’re not my bodyguard. Just…

RAKIM JACKSON: Your assassin?

DREW THORNTON: No.

RAKIM JACKSON: It’s all good, bruh. I know you just a chicken shit. It’ll be aight. You ready? Watch me whup on this bitch Nina and that nigga with a blonde streak in his hair.

DREW THORNTON: Yeah, sure.

Drew Thornton and Rakim Jackson begin walking and talking, and at that moment a familiar face bumps into them. Ronnie Banks.

DREW THORNTON: Oh, hey Ronnie.

RONNIE BANKS: Oh… uh… Hi….. who are you?

DREW THORNTON: I’m Drew Thornton!
RONNIE BANKS: Oh… Never heard of you. What’s good? What’s your name?

RAKIM JACKSON: James Shark.

Ronnie bust out laughing.

RONNIE BANKS: You know James Shark!? That’s my homeboy!

RAKIM JACKSON: Yeah, yeah. Nigga look like a burnt popsicle now.

RONNIE BANKS: That ain’t right. What’s good with y’all.

RAKIM JACKSON: Shit, nigga. About to go watch me stomp some fools. What’s good with you?

DREW THORNTON: What are you two saying?

RONNIE BANKS: Ah yeah, bruh. I feel you. You got any green on you, though?

RAKIM JACKSON: Money? Yeah finally.

RONNIE BANKS: Weed, ninja.

RAKIM JACKSON: Bruh, why you fools think that every black guy gotta smoke. I don’t smoke, fool. I’m straight edge.

RONNIE BANKS: Chill, yo.

RAKIM JACKSON: Damn. This nigga over here about to cause me blow a vessel.

RONNIE BANKS: Wut.

DREW THORNTON: Oh, Ronnie. I’ve noticed you been having trouble with The Family as well.

RONNIE BANKS: Yeah, I guess. Shit I forgot all about them, to be honest. I ain’t seen Tony tonight.

DREW THORNTON: Maybe they aren’t here?

RAKIM JACKSON: Nah, Rhys here. But that faggot too busy now.

DREW THORNTON: Where’s Gun?

RONNIE BANKS: Brian Gun? Dude a joke now. You ain’t got nothing to worry about.

DREW THORNTON: Really? He’s gone.

RONNIE BANKS: I dunno. Some dude was talking about it.

RAKIM JACKSON: Bruh, you talk too much. I got a match to win, and you over here asking bout a dude who don’t even realize he wears a purple headband. Let’s go, Drew.

DREW THORNTON: Okay.

Then you see a skateboard roll by. Ronnie looks at it.

DREW THORNTON: Ghosts?

RAKIM JACKSON: Casper?

RONNIE BANKS: That the new Element skateboard though?

Then out of nowhere, we see a 17-year-old kid in a black outfit, with his hair slicked back roll by on a skateboard with a lead pipe in his hand, and trips all three men. All three men groan in pain. The 17-year-old then stops and gets off his skateboard.

KID: Trust in The Family.

The kid then skates off. The scene fades with the men screaming.


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As the audience sat ready for the show to proceed cameras caught the view of the trademark symbol of woman who turned a new leaf at the last house show: Fran.

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She wasn’t in the ring, she was on the Knoxotron. The fans erupted into a sea of boos for the person they considered to be a traitor. Fran cackled a bit. Cameras zoomed out to see Fran getting both her fingernails and toe nails painted.

FRAN: You all know what’s happening. I’m having the time of my LIFE. So good a time that I no longer have the type of time to come down to the ring to address you all on a personal level. Let me put it this way. I was part of the middle class - like you folk. But I managed to breach my way into the upper class. So I can’t even stand the smell of you people now. If I come down there I have to get in sync with you all and I can’t let that happen.

As Fran laughed again the boos for her grew a bit louder.

FRAN: Ever since I did what I did to Kayley I’ve gotten so much shit from people. “Oh, Fran. I thought you were one of the nicest people in HKW?” “OHHH, Fran…..Why are you affiliated with Felicity Banks?” “OOOOOOOOH, Fran.” What I need people to do is to fall back. Right here I’ll explain why I did it. Fel was in my position when she first started wrestling. She was NICE. You know what being nice got Fel? Nada. ZIP. ZILCH. ZERO. CERO . Everyone else had pushes while she had to take a backseat even though my Felly was the HARDEST worker in HKW. That’s what you get for being friendly in this business. People willing to take advantage of you at every turn.

Fran looked up in the air. Letting out a loud scoff in the process.

FRAN: GWEN MASSEY, a woman who only USED HKW to get the title then leave. SHE was supposed to be the star. That’s what everyone in the back wanted. They wanted this Gwen chick. Not my Felly. Do you know what Gwen did when she got the World Championship? She’s wrestling in East Coast Wrestling Federation now midcarding for the US Title. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Look. Now that Fel’s on top, finally having everything she’s ever DESERVED in this business she’s passing her experiences on to CAPTAIN HKW. She told me in order to get far I have to attack before I’M attacked. You never saw it coming. And I believe most people in the back hates me now because I’m on a higher level than them altogether.

Fran pulled her hand away from the elderly lady curling her fingers forward. She examined her fingers to see if the job was done in the manner she wanted it done. She had asked for green nail polish.

FRAN: Stop. Actually I didn’t want the green Polish. It reminds me of that sidekick brand iGNITE. Are you an iGNITE fan.

The older lady who was an estimated sixty or so years old shook her head in fear. She barely knew about wrestling in general.

ELDERLY LADY: N-nooooo.

FRAN: You’re so an iGNITE fan. Get out of here. You’re so fired not even third degree burns compare to you right now.

She looked at Fran. Eyes watery, tears began to stream down the elderly woman’s face.

ELDERLY LADY: I have to feed my grandbaby his parents are dea-

Fran snapped!

FRAN: You’ll be dead too if you don’t scram! You can get that welfare food stamp or whatever poor people take out of high carders’ taxes.

As the woman gathered her things still sobbing Fran looked over to the other women who were working.

FRAN: As for everyone else…….do the pledge I taught you. Or else you’ll end up just like her! The next few week’s are gonna be real interesting for Defiance.

THREE REMAINING WORKERS:

I pledge alligance……

To the Defiance brand….

Of Hard Knox Wrestling….

And to the republic…..

For which it stands…..

One flagship brand…..

Under CAPTAIN Fran….

Indivisible….

With Liberty….

And Justice…..

For Queen Felicity…..


Fran clapped overjoyed.

FRAN: You workers learn fast! Shame you’ll forever be minimum wage! Talk to you people later. I have to do things that important people in the world do.

Shoving her hand in the camera lens the scene fades.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a triple threat match, introducing first… Making her way to the ring, now residing from Miami, Florida...NINA STOKES!

"Renegade" by War Of Ages begins to play. After a few seconds, Nina walks out from behind the curtains. After taking a few steps, Nina drops down to own knee. After a few seconds, Nina lifts her head up a little bit and looks out at the cheering crowd. She stands up and slowly walks down the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the ring, Nina gets on the ring apron and wipes her boots before jumping inside. She takes off her hood and heads over to the nearest corner. She then takes off her jacket and stretches a bit, waiting for her opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… From North Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 140 pounds. He is RAKIM JACKSON!

"Believe It" by Meek Mill plays. Once Rick Ross's part starts playing, Rakim walks out onto the ramp where he's greeted with cheers. He's wearing his black hoodie with the hood on. He jumps up and down like a boxer warming up for his match. He punches the air twice, and then starts to walk towards the ring. He looks over to the crowd and throwing up the peace sign to the peeps. He then runs up the stairs, and gets into the ring and running up to the turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air gaining another pop. He turns around, and jumps down to the mat. The music stops, and then he takes off his hoodie, and warms up again.

WHISPER VIPERI: And finally… from Sydney, Australia, ACELIN TATE!!!

We Are One (Instrumental) by 12 Stones plays and the cameras pan around by ringside as Tate usually enters from the crowd but he is nowhere to be found, then focuses on the ramp … still no Tate. The ref shrugs and calls for the bell.

BRIAN MASON: Well the advertised triple threat looks like it is going to be a straight up one on one affair now, No idea what’s up with Acelin Tate… so it’s Stokes vs. Jackson… and, oh no!

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Rakim blindsides Nina with a springboard clothesline when she turns around and he stays on her. He fires off several Mongolian chops and then hiptosses her to the mat, slapping on an armbar at the end of the throw for good measure. He cranks away at it but Stokes is able to get herself to the ropes and break the hold. Feeling it, he yanks her up and bobs his head, hooks her head and looks for the DDT, but Nina was close enough to the ropes to hook her arm over the top rope and Rakim falls flat on his back all alone. More stunned than anything he looks at the ref for a sec and back at Nina… and Nina dropkicks him right in the face.

BRIAN MASON: Nina turns the tide fairly quickly.

RANDY THE PILOT: Speaking of Tide I’ve got these mustard stains on my pants…

ALEXA CORRA: Thank god it’s only musard… *eye roll*

Nina hauls up Rakim and bounces off the ropes, running knee to the chin staggers him back and she keeps on running through to the far rops and back, she nails a flying leg lariat! That drops him. He sits back up and Nina delivers a shoot kick to the back of the head. He’s laid out flat and Stokes is on him, drills a delayed knee drop. She picks him up and whips him into the ropes. She running all out, looking to hit the kitchen sink… but Rakim sidesteps and spins right around to her back, nails a belly to back suplex! He picks her up, chops away some more and whips her into the corner… follows in with a huge dropkick. That rocked her head back but her arms are still draped over the top ropes holding her up. Jackson is on her again quick and hauls her up to the top rope. He climbs up, pumps his fist to the crowd and leaps up onto her shoulders… Super Frankensteiner off the top rope! He scrambles over and covers…


ONE!


TWO!!


KICKOUT!!!



BRIAN MASON: What a move by Rakim Jackson off the top rope, oh my… and even more impressive that Nina Stokes kicked out here. That was devastating!

ALEXA CORRA: If it doesn’t get the three-count it’s just another move, Mason, calm your ass down!

RANDY THE PILOT: I count three chili dogs in my future… if anyone’s asking...


Rakim wipes a hand over his face and is back up to his feet quickly, beckoning for Nina to rise. She is up rather slowly, feeling the effects of the top rope maneuver. Jackson squares up and starts firing off left and right hooks, capped off by a huge European uppercut that knocks Nina down flat on her butt. He yanks her up quickly and whips her to the ropes, looking for another hip toss, but Nina blocks and reverses hitting a hip toss of her own! Nina now grabs him up and drills a Tiger suplex, and an STO in short order. She gets him up and is starting to feel it, bouncing around and nailing some Boxing-style forearm shivers. Rakim takes a wild punch in retaliation, and Stokes sidesteps it and leaps up onto his shoulder from behind… reverse hurricanrana! She goes for the pin…


ONE!


TWO!!


KICKOUT!!!



BRIAN MASON: Flurry by Stokes, but Jackson won’t stay down.


RANDY THE PILOT: That reminds me, y’all got any TUMS?


ALEXA CORRA: If you vomit you’re eating it, so just don’t…

Nina thought that would be it, but she picks up Jackson, slaps on a headlock and runs to the corner… she’s running up the ropes for Sliced Bread #2 but Jackson shoved her off at the top off her journey… she goes over the ropes and crashes down to the arena floor on the outside! Jackson shakes out the cobwebs and sees Nina down, although already starting to rise. He runs the far ropes, comes back and launches a suicide dive… right onto Nina at ringside, knocking her back into the barricade. He chops away at her leaning up against it and the rolls her back into the ring. He goes up top waiting for her to rise, and leaps… diving crossbody! But Nina rolls through it and cradles him into a small package…


ONE!


TWO!!


KICKOUT!!!



Jackson kicks out, and Nina is still laying on the mat, still groggy. Rakim gets up and waits for her to rise, then he rushes her looking for Young Busaiku… dodged by Nina and she bounces off the far ropes and nails the stunned Rakim Jackson with Death By Harley! She covers…


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… NINA STOKES!

"Renegade" hits the pa system as Nina Stokes gets her hand raised in victory. She celebrates by exiting the ring and slapping the hands of a few fans on the outside.

BRIAN MASON: She's certainly on a roll heading into Crowned Royalty. Couldn't have come at a better time.

ALEXA CORRA: Still staler than a week only bag of chips, though.

Winner - Nina Stokes (8:15)

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As the scene quickly fades backstage one of the Reapers Hellhounds, Leifi Maivia is seen storming backstage pushing and shoving people that dare to stand in his way. When reaching and intersection he looks both ways and grabs a crew worker and pins him against a wall not minding that he just ran through and knocked over some crates.

LEIFI MAIVIA: You seen Acelin? Don't you dare lie to me?!

CREW WORKER: I...I...I..

LEIFI MAIVIA: Yes...Or No?!

The man looks away in fear of the massive Samoan member of the Reapers In Pride.

CREW WORKER: I haven't seen him?! I...I just got here man?!

Leifi grunts and tosses the man into the crates on the ground. He shakes his head and begins to walk away as the crew worker sits up holding his head while others nearby go to check on him. Leifi turns a corner searching for his missing Reaper Hellhound brother as the scene fades away.
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In the darkness of a boiler room, a camera slowly pans around the scene. The camera pans around until the HKW Tag Team Champions are seen walking towards. Baron and Brick are by themselves, each with their belt strapped around their waist. Since the boys aren't competing they're in t-shirts, black suspenders, and blue jeans that seem to stop below their knees. It's just the black steel toe boots covering the rest of them. Baron rubs around the front plate of his belt as they closer and closer to the camera.

BARON MCCLEARY Mmm...mm...mmmaybe it's jus' me Ol Br..Br..Brrrick. But uh..them ol Saiyan boys lookin' w...ww...wwww...weaker n ww...www...weaker errrrrry week!

Baron lets out a slow chuckle as Brick follows with a snicker of his own.

BARON MCCLEARY Shoot...old Jinz don' got wh..whhh...whh...whipped into shhhhhhhhape. Ol Billy J...J..Joe whoop em like papaw whoop you Br..Br.Brrrrrick. And wwww...www...we aineen don yet.

Brick turns around and slaps Baron in the chest before looking back into the camera.

BRICK MCCLEARY WE GON' BE HERE TILL ITS TIME T' GO T' GODDAMN CHURCH SUND'Y WAITN' FA BAR'N T' GET T' THE DAMN POINT!

An angry mug crosses the larger half-champion's face. Brick ignores it and slaps on his belt.

BRICK MCCLEARY See these shiny beauts right on hea'? AIN' NUFFIN NUH NO ONE GON' TAKE FROM US! Less we get 'em ebolas, dem McCleary boys gon' be tag team champuns till the moon turn blue. THE DAY WE QUIT EATIN' BARBEQUE N DRANKIN' BEER WE GON' BE SPITSHININ' THESE HEA' GOLD ONES!

BARON MCCLEARY An ain no d..d..ddd....damn thing no Atw...ww...wwwwater or no Sam Adams Ssssssisters or no N...nnnnn....nnnnnno Limi....Limi...Limits negroes or no g...ggg...gguhguh...goddamn Saiyan boys gon do t' stop us. No siree.

Brick flings his arm around Baron's shoulders. He looks to say something but pauses, staring into the camera for a few moments before Baron looks over at him.

BRICK MCCLEARY Don' forgot what the hell I was gon' say....Oh right. TONIGHT! TONIGHT! TONIGHT!!!!! HAHAHAHA WAHOOO!!!!!!

BARON MCCLEARY ...Th..Th..Th...Thhhhat all you ha..ha..hhhhaaad t' say an ya almost forg..ggg..gggot it?

BRICK MCCLEARY SHUT UP LEAST I CAN TALK RIGHT YA DAMN NEANDERTHAL!

After a few moments of back and forth they turn to the cameraman, still there. They both wave him off, speaking in synchronization.

BRICK AND BARON MCCLEARY GO'N GET!

The scene fades to white as the tag team champs look menacingly into the lenses.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

As we return back to ringside, we see that one side of the ring has is currently occupied by two men; Joey Miles and Ryan Corey. Corey, a true pro, seems to be warming up for his match while Joey Miles, the exact opposite of Ryan Corey, plays on his Nintendo DS.

WHISPER VIPERI: In this corner, we have the team of JOEY MILES AND RYAN COREY!

On the other corner, we have Neon, whose theme is still playing, leaning back against her corner with a smirk on her face. Suddenly, her theme is replaced by “I Want It All” by Down With Webster. The audience begins to boo loudly as Jack Warren steps through the ropes, a smirk on his face. He makes his way to the ring, just really looking to get this match over with as he stares down his two opponents. Once ringside, Jack climbs up the steps and enters the ring before walking over to his corner, where Neon is at.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, NEON AND JACK WARREN!

BRIAN MASON: Well, these are some interesting pairings.

ALEXA CORRA: Joey Miles on a team? Well, that team’s about to lose.

RANDY THE PILOT: MY DUDE JOEY.

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DING! DING! DING!


Neon and Joey Miles quickly exit the ring, allowing Jack Warren and Ryan Corey to start this match off. The two men quickly lock up, but Warren gets the upper hand early and puts Ryan Corey in a headlock. While keeping the headlock locked, Warren has the gall to look out in the audience and mock them with a wink. But this cockiness proves to be a bad idea as Ryan Corey quickly shoves him towards the nearest ropes, then irish whips him towards the opposite ones, forcing him to release the headlock. Warren bounces off of the ropes and sees Corey is ready for him, so he quickly stops in his tracks. Jack then rushes off into his corner and tags in Neon to boos from the audience.

Neon gives Jack the evil eye before he exits the ring and she enters it. Corey invites her to step towards the center of the ring, so they can lock up, but Neon shakes her head and motions for Corey to come to her. Corey obliges, but rushes towards Neon instead, forcing her to duck from his grapple when he gets near enough. When Corey turns around, he is met with a chop to the chest that reels him back...but that only forces him to reel forward and catch Neon with an unexpected knife edge chop to the chest. Neon goes reeling backwards, but Corey quickly grabs her and hits a suplex on her before going for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Ryan Corey taking it to Neon early!

ALEXA CORRA: He’s gonna need his ensure sooner or later.

RANDY THE PILOT: You could say that Neon’s in....REAL TROUBLE.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Corey quickly gets to his feet and grabs Neon’s legs before dragging her over to his corner, where he tags in Joey Miles to cheers from the audience. Corey grabs Neon and hits a full nelson suplex on her before exiting the ring, allowing Joey to enter the ring and hit an elbow drop on Neon! The audience cheered as Joey went for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Joey quickly goes back on the attack and grabs Neon by the head before getting her up to both feet. He irish whips her into a corner and then charges, looking to connect with a corner splash, only for Neon to move out of the way! Neon then grabs Joey by the tights and pulls him in for a rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: That match almost ended in the dirtiest way possible.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, get off your high horse, Mase.

RANDY THE PILOT: Man, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.

Neon quickly gets to her feet, but Joey’s just as quick. Joey attempts a clothesline, but Neon ducks underneath it. When Joey turns around, Neon catches him with a dropkick that floors him! Neon gets to her feet and waits for Joey to get to his feet before catching him with a spinning heel kick and going for the cover to boos from the audience!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Neon grabs Joey and slowly gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the corner where Jack Warren is at. She charges forward and catches Joey with another dropkick before getting to her feet and tagging in Jack to even louder boos from the audience. Neon spits in Joey’s face as she exits the ring, but Jack doesn’t mind, because it’s just the icing on the cake that he’s about to make. He drives multiple knees into Joey’s midsection before pulling him from out of the corner and hooking both of Joey’s arms before dropping him with a double underhook suplex! The audience boos as they watch Jack then quickly lock in a figure four on Joey, forcing the young man to yelp out in pain!

BRIAN MASON: Figure four is locked in!

ALEXA CORRA: Tap, Joey. You know you ain’t got it in you to fight this!

RANDY THE PILOT: Keep fighting, Joey!

Jack doesn’t have the hold locked in for too long when Ryan Corey comes in and breaks up the submission. But this doesn’t end well because as soon as he is up to both feet, Neon comes in and shoves him backwards before clotheslining both of them over the ropes and out of the ring. Jack and Joey get to their feet inside of the ring, and Jack goes for a clothesline, but Joey ducks underneath it. Jack turns around and is met with a dropkick to cheers from the audience! Joey gets to his feet and quickly heads to the corner.

Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Neon and Ryan Corey are brawling, but of course, Ryan is getting the upper hand, so Neon drops to her knees and low blows him, forcing him to drop to his knees and wince in pain. In the ring, Joey’s climbed to the top turnbuckle and is waiting for Jack to get to his feet, but quickly turns his attention to something else while at the top rope. He looks at something in the distance far too long, allowing Jack Warren enough time to recover and yank him off of the top rope, causing him to fall face first into the mat! Jack then grabs Joey and gets him up to both feet before hooking his head and planting him onto the mat with Nail On A Coffin! The audience boos as Warren goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: What the hell was Miles looking at?

ALEXA CORRA: I don’t know, but it just cost him right here!

RANDY THE PILOT: Noooooooo!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: The winners of this match...JACK WARREN AND NEON!

Jack quickly rolls out of the ring and wipes his hands clean on the situation as he smugly heads to the back. Neon waves goodbye to Ryan as she backpedals away too.

Winners: Neon and Jack Warren (12:13)

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The scene opens backstage in a narrow hallway; usually where the personal locker rooms were located. Strutting down the hallway is none other than the stunning Ina Ina. She was alone for once (unless she was at the catering table and even then she found company in Randy The Pilot). Dressed in full ring gear, Ina starts to stretch her arms out before she stops in her tracks. She gave a mean eye roll at the cameraman.

INA INA: Um...is there a particular reason why you’re following me...well leading me?

The cameraman seemed a bit confused. He was only trying to do his job. With all of the drama that had followed Ina Ina in recent times he just HAD to be there in case something went down at anytime.

CAMERADUDE: I-I’m just doing my job ma’am. Believe me I’d love to kick back with a cold beer instead of being here…….

Only then did it dawn upon him that he said that on national television. Where his boss could have been watching. The camera guy clears his throat, gulping down his nerves as the picture gets a bit shaky. Ina purses her lips, trying not to laugh and putting her hands on her hips.

INA INA: We do not get paid enough for this shit don’t we? Constantly being told what to do, hoping it’ll get you to where you want to go in life. All to learn that you have the same glass ceiling on your head like everyone else. Sucks doesn’t it? Don’t answer that.

As Ina spoke the cameraman darted his camera into another direction to spot the newest follower of the #Felfluence - Fran - poking her head out the door of a random room. Presumably the locker room of Felicity herself. She was fresh out of the shower with a basic pair of leggings and black shirt to match. A smirk formed on her face after she heard what Ina said.

FRAN: Maybe you just weren’t strong enough to break the glass…..Nice to meet you in person, Ina.

Fran said in a sarcastic manner. The cameraman had his story! He darted his camera back over to Ina. Ina almost gags, holding onto her stomach. She lets out a chuckle before flipping her hair back.

INA INA: Let’s skip this whole thing sweetie. I’m taking you to go get something to eat right now. You look sooo malnourished, I feel sorry for you. Are you from Cambodia or something?

The self proclaimed Captain of HKW’s eyes widened all the way. She pointed her finger in Ina’s direction.

FRAN: You know what, Ina? We’re not on twitter so I can tell you this in person. I’m on top of the world now. I’m a high carder y’all!

Fran looked out to the workers whom all looked at Fran wondering what she was in reference to.

FRAN: Nobody on any roster in HKW can talk to me that way anymore. You’re supposed to stand up straight and salute me. Why haven’t you figured this out yet? Fel told me you were kinda slow but……

Ina looked down, kind of confused and maybe a bit of hurt at that last comment but doesn’t show. Instead she breaks out into a chuckle right in Fran’s face, but it’s halted when she burps out the last the Pepsi she had just a few minutes prior. In perfect ladylike fashion, Ina makes sure the air from the burp also went in Fran’s direction.

INA INA: Oh excuse me hun. Better out than in I always say. And you’re trying so hard to sound like your new daddy it’s hilarious. Just stop, you sound so fucking stupid.

She steps closer to Fran as the cameraman can be heard saying “Definitely keeping my job now.”

INA INA: You’ve been the President of the Felicity Banks fan club since you were in 3rd period, fantasizing about the day you met Fel. Think just because she’s just now starting to acknowledge you and hang out with you that you’re..

She airquotes

INA INA: In now? Please you’re just as replaceable as I am according to her. Difference is she came to me because she needed protection, and we bonded. But it’s always been all business and it always will remain that way. Peasant.

Fran’s jaw dropped. She stared at Ina as if she blew her house up. In true heel fashion Fran blurted out the most ignorant thing that came to mind.

FRAN: BUT YOUR WAFFLES WERE HALF COOKED THOUGH. Fel told me everytime y’all cooked breakfast….YOU….WERE...TRASH!

The young star had her eyes glued on Ina’s beautiful frame as if she had just dropped the most fire line of the year in HKW.

FRAN: You can make all of these claims but I know Fel loves me. Your career hasn’t gone anywhere and you point the blame at people. You should blame yourself. Me? Trust me, my career is already above has beens like Neon. And never will beez like what’s his name?.........Whoever Jin’s partner is. Why am I even talking to you? We aren’t at-ing…..

Fran motioned trying to make the swirly @ twiter sign.

FRAN: We can fight right now…………..

Ina turned around to see someone tall, suited and middled-aged coming out of a room with a briefcase in hand stamped with the HBO logo. He closed the door behind him. However, she noticed the personal locker room to HKW World Champion and former friend, Felicity Banks. The door was wide open and unoccupied. Ina smiled and turned back to Fran.

INA INA: Oh sweetie, I have no desire to get all nasty and sweaty before my match tonight. I’m facing someone who’s an actual threat. Not some pipsqueak premature Rich Homie groupie.

Ina walks past Fran and the cameraman. Fran thinks that She’s walked when all of a sudden, boots are heard rushing. Ina grabs Fran by the hair and drags her towards the locker room.

INA INA: YOU LITTLE BITCH! I can show you better than I can fucking tell you.

The camera follows in excitement but his spirits are broken as Ina shuts the door behind the two of them. A loud thump is heard there afterwards but nothing could be seen. Going above and beyond the call of duty (he really wants his job), the cameraman stays in front of the door, figuring someone will have to come out sooner or later...then he got dirty thoughts. Another loud thump catches him off guard, causing the camera to shake. Some screams and moans this time around, made the camera shake more. The breaking of glass or ceramic is heard followed by a loud and final grunt. Heavy breathing is heard, then a few moments of silence. The door finally opens and Ina walks out, adjusting her boobs back in place and fixing her hair. She looks at the cameraman.

INA INA: Aww you’re still here?

She laughs and walks away, leaving the door to Felicity’s locker room cracked just a bit. From what you can see, there are things strewn all over the place, but no definite site of Fran. Not even a few seconds after Ina Ina walks away, a visibly frustrated Felicity Banks heads toward her dressing room with her championship draped around her neck. She takes notice of Ina down the hallway and squints her eyes before she pushes her locker room door open.

FELICITY: Oh my god!

She darts inside and leaves the door open where the camera crew could see pieces of broken glass laying on the floor.

FELICITY: What the hell happened?!

The camera crew tried to go inside, but Felicity was right there and the door, shoving them out of her way.

FELICITY: GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE YOUR HEAD BECOMES A NEW DECORATION FOR MY DEN!

She grabs at the camera and smashes it off the floor. The final thing we see is Felicity’s furry boots chasing after Ina in the direction she was heading.

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Corey walks into Joey's locker room, a towel draped over his head, the tops of his red boots loose.

RYAN COREY: Dude...what happened out there?

Joey looks up at Corey.

JOEY MILES: I got distracted. I took my eyes off the ball for a split second and it cost me. I'm sorry.

Corey sighs.

RYAN COREY: You cannot lose focus like that in a tag match! We had those two ready for the fall....what were you looking at, anyway?

JOEY MILES: Does it really matter? We lost. I apologized. I'm still new to this. I don't have the years of experience that you have. I'm trying, though.

RYAN COREY: It matters because if you know what pulled your head out of the game, you can figure out how to keep your melon in it next time! Crap!

JOEY MILES: Calm down. I made a rookie mistake. I'm a rookie, it happens. I'm just trying to earn a little respect here.

Corey gets red in the face for a moment

RYAN COREY: Respect?! RESPECT?! You want respect in this sport, kid, you gotta earn it! Taking your eyes off the ball won't get you a damn thing except, as you now know, pinned and beat!

JOEY MILES: Maybe it's easy for you. You got the natural talent. I don't. I've been working my ass off, trying to get better, for a year now.

RYAN COREY: Wait a minute? You think I have natural talent? I don't have crap. I've worked, and bled, and sweat, and worked again to get where I have in this sport. I don't have any natural damn talent...it's all been hard work and then more hard work on top of it.

JOEY MILES: Look, I don't know what you want me to say. I know you need to earn respect. That's exactly what I'm trying to do. I just need a chance to prove it.

RYAN COREY: Prove it huh? You want a chance to prove it? Fine. I'll give you a chance to prove it. I noticed your dance card is empty for Crowned Royalty. Well, guess what? So is mine. You want respect, Joey? Step in the ring with me at the PPV and PROVE you want respect!

JOEY MILES: Do you think I don't know what'll happen if I step into the ring with you? You'll destroy me. I'm a rookie and you're a legend. You've held 8 World Championships. I haven't held a single damn title. But, you know what? I don't care. If that's what it's going to take to earn some respect around here, you're on. Don't expect the Joey you see on Twitter, making jokes and having a good time. Expect the Joey that's ready for the big leagues. The Joey that's sick of being a joke. The Joey that will do whatever it takes to make a name for himself. Expect that Joey.

RYAN COREY: That's all I want, kid. See, here's the thing, Joey. You want respect in this business, you have to take it. No one's gonna give you a damn thing. Every title I've worn, every match I've won, every time my name was on top of the marquee outside the arena, it's because I went out and earned it. The jet, the cars, the big house, Camp Nightfall....everything I have I went out and earned. I'm not a legend because I say so, or some dirt sheet says so, I'm a legend because the people that pack these buildings say so. I'm a legend because I did everything in my power to go out to the ring night in and night out, and I fought and clawed and scratched and made a name for myself. What you need, Joey, is someone to step forward and give you that chance. I'm not out to destroy you, Joey. But I am offering you that shot. You want respect? You get in the ring with me, give me everything you got, and let the chips fall. Then you get up and do it again. And again, and again, and again, until people get the idea that you're not going to back down until you get where you wanna go. That, Joey, is how you get respect. It's more than wanting it. It's taking it.

Corey walks to the door, then turns around.

RYAN COREY: You want your shot at immortality, kid, the offer's on the table. You know where to find me.

Corey walks out of the locker room, tossing the towel down. Joey looks down, mumbling to himself.

JOEY MILES: What the fuck did I just get myself into?

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the lights slowly dim down and a burst of pyro slowly fills the arena with light as navy blue and white lights begin to crisscross around the crowd, ramp and ring. the light catches on a mane of long, red hair as ava adore slowly steps out onto the ramp. she gives the crowd a cursory sweep of her eyes as "say goodnight to the world" by dax riggs swells through the arena, slow and steady.

Tall these stars you've been reaching after.
we been after,
we been after.


she hesitates for only a moment on the ramp before she slowly begins to walk down towards the ring, her focus solely on the ring in front of her. her ring gear, just like her approach inside of the squared circle, is no-nonsense. a pair of black leather shorts and matching boots with navy blue kick pads. a black halter top that bares her heavily tattooed midriff.

Tthis is the way that the sorcerers say,
they say good night,
say good night to the world.


as she reaches the ring, ava deftly climbs up onto the ring apron and slips inside, her no nonsense attitude settling as she leans back against the ring ropes and stares down towards the ramp.

“Texas Phon 1998” by. Amber London hits as Ina Ina steps out onto the stage. She doesn’t acknowledge the fans that boo her as she keeps her eyes on Ava with a smug look. She then heads down the ramp and walks up the steps to enter the ring.


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DING! DING! DING!


Ava Adore stared blankly at Ina Ina (who was seen laughing at Ava). At the sound of the bell the two women began circling around the ring examining one another. Trying to see if there was an opportunity to get the upper hand. When both women came to the conclusion that neither of them were going to let up their guard they both rushed right into each other. Going into a collar and elbow tie up. Ava dipped down grabbing the left arm of Ina. Flipping the thick Italian beauty over with an arm drag. Ina got up rushing at Ava again only to be trapped in what looked like a bear hug from Ava - only Ava lifted Ina up in the air dropping her back with the northern lights suplex!

Ava hooked both of Ina's legs.

ONE!

Ina got the shoulder up with relative ease. Ava then pulled Ina into a chin lock. Wrenching away at the face of Ina. Adore then shoved her knee right into Ina's spine which had to be painful. Looking at the referee Ava told him to ask Ina if she wanted to give up. Ina simply ignored him then proceeded to fight her way back to a vertical base. Once the two were back on their feet Ina reached back in desperation wrapped her left arm around the side of Ava quickly lifting her up to drop her right back down with the sidewalk slam.

Ina kept her arm on top of Ava, and Ava's shoulders were flat on the canvas. The referee dropped down to slap the mat again.

ONE!

TWO!


Ava managed to kick out of the pin attempt. But it was Ina's turn to do what she wanted to do. The camera caught the sinister look on the face of Ina as she pulled Ava up by the hair. Ina lifted Ava up on her shoulder in a reverse fireman's carry position. Adore's back was on top of Ina's shoulders. It was not long before Ina began to pull both Ava's legs and chin down to force Ava's back to bend in an extremely painful version of the torture rack submission hold.

Concerned for good reasons the referee told Ava he was going to stop the match. She yelled out to him saying no. At that moment Ina dropped down to her knees letting Ava's back feel the whiplash of it. As Ava fell side first onto the canvas Ina laid on top of her chest pressing her thick frame on Ava to keep those shoulders down.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-


Ava barely slid her shoulder up. She did show that she was extremely tough because any other person would have been done for. Ina got Ava back to her feet again slapping Ava in the face. Calling Ava boring multiple times. That was until Ava grabbed at Ina's right arm. She brought Ina down with one of her favorite armbar holds which went by the name of The Gallows. As Ava wrenched away at the hold Ina held her free arm out. Hovering it over the canvas so it looked as if she was going to give the match up. After a long period of wrenching Ava noticed Ina getting up. As the both rose up Ina lifted Ava up from the back. Holding her up in the air. Ava flipped back landing on her feet. Avoiding the back suplex damage.

Both women turned back to each other. Going back into the collar and elbow tie up as the fans clapped at the athleticism both women showed during the match.

The two women grunted hard trying to gain leverage in the match. Due to Ina Ina being a physical force that was even stronger than some of the men in HKW she eventually managed to out strength Ava Adore. Ina pushed Ava back until Ava's back was pressing against the eastern side of the ring's ropes. Ava turned it around so that Ina's back was now against the ropes. Instead of turning it back in her own favor Ina reached down wrapped her arm around the thigh of Adore. Ina mustered up enough strength to lift Ava high up into the air. Tossing Ava over the ropes.

THUMP!

Adore took a nasty fall to the outside floor that let the audience in awe. The referee looked out to Ava to see if she could continue once he drew up the conclusion that she could he began the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


Ava was crawling back to the ring.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


Ava had her hand right on the apron! Ina was commanding the referee to count faster. In turn, her saying that might have actually slowed his count down just a tad bit.

NINE!

Ava slid back into the ring! As Ina bent down to pick Ava up she was pulled into an inside cradle!

ONE!

TWO!


Ina rolled it over so that she was now on top of Ava's shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!


Ava rolled it back over. The fans knew that it was anyone's ballgame. This time Ava had Ina locked in pretty good. Ina kicked her free leg out with everything she had but it seemed as if she couldn't break out of the pinning combination.

ONE!

TWO!







THR-



Ina got her shoulder up. Using her power to break out of it just in time. As both explosive women shot back up to their feet. Ava rushed at Ina only to be kicked in the mid section. Ina then grabbed onto the third rope with both of her hands stepping onto the second rope. From there she leaped her thick beautiful frame up coming back to land her foot right on the back of Ava's head. Planting Ava face first into the canvas. It was a perfectly executed Rose Pedal as Ava was now laid out. Ina hooked one of Ava's legs....


ONE!



TWO!


THREE!


DING! DING!

Ina Ina had won the match. She stood up as the referee raised her hand. The camera cuts to the back to show Felicity watching the screen, leaving to go find Ina.

Winner - Ina Ina (13:10)

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The scene fades in as Lyle Risky is seen walking with Cody Taylor chugging down whatever substance is inside his RiskoDoubleCup. Risky looks around brushing his curly hair to the side revealing that he is in a nervous wreck.

LYLE RISKY: Goddamn….Shit bruh I don’t think I can take another fuckin’ day with this goin’ on. It’s fuckin October. Halloween comin’ up and this shit happening? Nah bruh….Hell nah. Cody, I’m tellin’ you right now bruh if this thing don’t get the fuck up outta Nicole I’ma have to take her to the woods.

Risky tries take another sip from his cup and nothing...He looks in the cup and sighs.

LYLE RISKY: SERIOUSLY?! Son of a bitch. Worst timing bruh.

Cody rubbed the back of his neck. This wasn’t something he was used to experiencing, Normally he’d brush this kind of stuff off and laugh about it but not this time, this time it got to him.

CODY TAYLOR: Bruh, Swear on god this shit need to work. If I gotta live in fear of short ass Nicole’s demonic ass ripping my soul out one more day.. I just don’t know what I’ll do..I hate October, with all ‘em little kids runnin’ round with them costumes on tryna scare me and she out here making shit worse.

Cody shook his head. Just thinking about it made him shudder.

CODY TAYLOR: If it don’t work, taking her out to the woods seems like the best plan… Ain’t wanna do it, but I ain’t sitting around scared of little midget ass.

Risky looks around for a moments and rubs his chin.

LYLE RISKY: We should grab a camera and try and see if the demon will suck us off one time for the hood….Like you how that poltergiest bitch from Scary Movie 2 was a flat out whore? What if...We got Nicole like that and then released that shit made some money. Her mannequin but throw a fit but fuck it, fuck that ninja.

Lyle shakes his head and turns away from Cordy for a moment..As he turns back he sniffles a little bit and rubs his nose.

LYLE RISKY: Nah scratch that. Ain’t gonna do Nicole like that. Tryna save her ass not take advantage of her….

???: Shit nigga I woulda been game for that shit. Fuck you mean?

The camera zooms out revealing backstage interviewer Damien Marks dressed up like a priest straight outta the Vatican.

DAMIEN MARKS: That shit would made bank my nigga fa real fa real.

Lyle shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: Nah bruh I’m cool off that. Her little sister is what I’m aimin’ at though but...That’s some other talk. Look Damien don’t fuck this up bruh.

Damien sucks at his teeth looking at both Cody and Lyle.

DAMIEN MARKS: You know who you talkin’ to? You talkin’ to the realest nigga to ever been birthed on Earth my nigga. You talkin to Rich Homiez Realla Real. I got this...But uh…

Damien looks around a little nervous.

DAMIEN MARKS: I ain’t ever done this shit before so you niggas might have to bare with me.

Cody and Lyle look at Damien...Pissed.

CODY TAYLOR: THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU AIN’T NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE? So we all walking into this room, Bout to take on a mother fucking Demon with no experience between the Three of us?

Cody slaps both of his hands against his face and shakes his head.

CODY TAYLOR: If this shit goes wrong we all gonna end up like Nicole Bruh.

DAMIEN MARKS: Yo chill?! Chill?! I got this my nigga don’t trip.

LYLE RISKY: DON’T TRIP?! MUFUCKA WE MIGHT DIE CAUSE OF YO DUMBASS…..You know what. Fuck it. We gonna go up in there handle our business. Save Nicole.

The three men get to a door where two security officials are seen standing outside. Lyle nods as they open the door for them. They begin to step into the dark room but Damien stops at the doorway looking around.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aye bruh, I don’t know about this.

Lyle looks back and brushes past Cody grabbing up Damien dragging him in the room with them.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight, aight chill! Damn bruh, fuckin up my Versace.

As the walk into the room more under ceiling light Nicole Starr is seen laying down on a bed, well a cot you’d normally see in a school nurses office strapped up by her ankles and wrist.

As the men walk into the room, you can hear Nicole crying on the bed/cot. She looks around the room, looking a little scared and confused at her situation. She tries to wiggle her arms and legs free, but it doesn’t seem to work, clearly. As she continues to cry, she looks up at them, pouting out her lower lip as she speaks..

NICOLE STARR: “Why..why are you doing this? What’s going on? I….I just want to go home….let me go home…”

She looks up at them, crying some more before shaking her head.

NICOLE STARR: “I...I’m so tired...I’m tired...I was taking a nap...and I woke up...here. I’m scared...I don’t want to be here…”

She looks at them with puppy dog eyes, sniffling her nose as she cries. Lyle looks at her and sighs.

LYLE RISKY: Damn bruh...Nicole I’m sorry, but this for you’re own good. We gotta get that thing outta you.

Risky takes a look down at his empty cup shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: Fuck my life….

Cody looks at Nicole strapped to the cot. He quickly rubs his eyes and sniffles his noise a little.

CODY TAYLOR: Damn these allergies bruh… Dusty in here.

Cody turned to look at Lyle.

CODY TAYLOR: Bruh, This gonna work tho right?

Risky shrugs his shoulders as Cody asks him the question. Damien pushes the two out ot his way as he walks over to the side of the cot.

DAMIEN MARKS: Watch out bruhs. Watch a real nigga work….Uh hold up one second.

Damien steps back and pulls out his cell phone and begins typing in “How to perform a exorcism” into the Google search app. He then clicks a video as it begins to play. Lyle disappears somewhere in the room as Cody looks at Nicole feeling bad for her and Damien watches the video. He then comes back wiping his nose and crosses his arms acting as if he never left.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight I’m ready! Aight now uh…

Damien reaches into his robe and pulls out a iced out cross waving it in front of Nicole.

DAMIEN MARKS: DEMON BITCH I CAST YOU OUT OF THIS FINE LIL LIGHTSKIN! GET OUTTA THERE! IN THE NAME OF THE BIG HOMIE G O D GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA THERE!

“Nicole” stops crying as her eyes shut lightly as if she is falling asleep. As Damien continues to yell and wave the cross in front of her, her eyes pop open and in replace of her hazel eyes, her eyes are black. She looks at Damien with a look of irritation, before smirking demonically as she shouts in her dark voice..

NICOLE STARR: “UNLESS YOU WANT THAT CROSS SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU WILL NEED SURGERY TO REMOVE IT, I SUGGEST YOU GET IT OUT OF MY FACE.

“Nicole” glares at Damien, before letting out a dark laugh at his words. She shakes her head, before trying to shake and wiggle her arms and legs free again. Realizing that she is stuck, she smirks once more, glaring at Damien.

NICOLE STARR: “YOU CAN CAST WHATEVER YOU WANT, IT DOESN’T MEAN IT WILL DO ANYTHING. KEEP SHOUTING AT ME TO GET OUT. DO IT. I DARE YOU. YOU LOOK PATHETIC. I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE. I WILL SIT HERE ALL DAMN NIGHT IF I HAVE TOO.”

She says smirking, looking at them.

Cody looked at Damien before back at Nicole. This really wasn’t how he expected his day to go. Despite his usually cool demeanor, Cody was nervous, Has palms got a little sweaty as this beast inside of Nicole shouted at Damien.

CODY TAYLOR: THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM DEVIL BITCH… GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE… DAMIEN SEARCH FOR ANOTHER VIDEO.

Cody shook his head slightly thinking of what Lyle said earlier about if this didn’t work. He didn’t want to have to take Nicole into the wood, She wasn’t old Yeller.

Damien begins to look around and reaches into his robe taking out a bottle of Hennessy. He takes a swig of it and begins to sprinkle it on Nicole making her squirm and some steam come off the skin.

DAMIEN MARKS: YOU FIESTY LIL BITCH YO GON’ GET OUT THAT GIRL BODY! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! GET OUTTA THERE! IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR I BANISH YOU FROM THIS BODY!

Damien hesitates but eventually places the cross on Nicole’s forehead.

DAMIEN MARKS: What’s your name demon?! And what the fuck do you want with Nicole?! Huh?! The hell you want with sweet little toosh Nicole?! ANSWER ME DEMON?!

As Nicole screams and shouts, she shakes her head quicker than a normal person could, almost looking painful as the cross is on her forehead. She glares up at the men in the room, before moving her head up, making it so her mouth was on Damien’s hand, allowing her to bite down on his hand. As he pulled his hand back, Nicole glared at him before speaking.

NICOLE STARR: “IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE COMPELLED? HUH? IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE? OH LORD ALMIGHTY I FEEL SOOO COMPELLED! PLEASE. SPARE ME THIS CHEESY CHEAP “EXORCISM.” YOU CHILDREN ARE NOTHING BUT CHILDREN TRYING TO SAVE A WORTHLESS SOUL.

Nicole glares at them, before cracking out a side grin. She looks at Damien before letting out a laugh.

NICOLE STARR: “MY NAME? WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW MY NAME. WHAT WOULD MY PRECIOUS NAME HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? WHAT I WANT WITH NICOLE IS SIMPLE...I WANT TO BREAK HER.”

She grins, before turning her head slowly to the side, almost trying to get it to spin all the way around..

NICOLE STARR: “SEE THIS...THIS WOULDN’T HURT ME IN ANYWAY...BUT NICOLE MIGHT NOT ENJOY THIS…”

She smirks deviously..Damien shakes his head and looks back to the other two.

DAMIEN MARKS: Man, I saw this shit work on the movies.

Lyle buries his face in the palm of his hand.

LYLE RISKY: And this ain’t the fuckin’ movies Damien?! What the fuck bruh?!

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight, aight bruh shit I got it.

Damien looks back to the possessed Nicole.

DAMIEN MARKS: TELL US YOUR NAME! GIVE US BACK NICOLE! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE HER SOUL! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU CANNOT HAVE NICOLE’S SOUL!

He splashes some more of the hennessy on her and holds her head back with the cross still on her forehead.

DAMIEN MARKS: YOU AIN’T STEALIN THIS LIGHTSKIN FROM US BRUH?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! STATE YO FUCKIN NAME?!

Nicole continues to scream as the cross almost burns into her head. She wiggles with more force trying to get free, but it is no use. She screams out the name Christine before shaking her head some more, trying to get her forehead away from the cross.

NICOLE STARR: “OKAY OKAY….I’LL MAKE YOU A DEAL. A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL YOU CAN CALL IT...JUST GET THIS STUPID PIECE OF JUNK THE FUCK OFF MY HEAD!

She screams, glaring up at him her face getting redder and redder by the second..Damien shakes his head and presses on harder.

DAMIEN MARKS: NNNNAAAAAAHHHH NIIGGGGGGGAAAA. THIS AIN’T THAT?! WE DON’T MAKE DEALS WITH LUCIFER, HE AIN’T ROUND THESE PARTS?! GIMME YO FUCKIN I.D. BITCH?! WHAT THE HELL IS YO NAME?!

Damien looks back at Risky and Cody.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aye get over here and hold this bitch down?! These damn restraints ain’t gon’ last forever?!

Both men walk over and hold Nicole down not letting her move a muscle anymore.

DAMIEN MARKS: YOU GON’ TELL ME YO FUCKIN NAME BRUH?!

Damien sprinkles more of the hennessey on Nicole.

DAMIEN MARKS: TALK NIGGA?!

NICOLE STARR: “DR….”

She lets out another scream from the hennessey and her body almost lifts up off the cot, but is held down by her wrists and legs. As she screams, a grin crosses her face again.

NICOLE STARR: “DR….SATAN.”

She grins.

Cody looked at Damien then looked at Risky.

CODY TAYLOR: Fuck kinda name is Dr Satan?

Risky shrugs his shoulders

LYLE RISKY: Hold up bruh there can’t be two Satan’s. This mufucka playin.

Damien grunts and pressed the cross harder as he then pulls out his Jesus chain.

DAMIEN MARKS: NIGGA YOU THINK I’M FUCKIN AROUND?! Give us your real fuckin name?! IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I DEMAND YOU TELL ME YOUR BITCH ASS NAME?!

Nicole lets out more screams as her face turns a bright crimson. Her eyes begin to water and her eyes spot the Jesus chain which makes her scream more. She glares up at the men in the room, before shouting out in a dark psychotic voice.

NICOLE STARR: “YOU…..YOU ALL HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME. I’LL BE BACK….SOONER OR LATER….WHETHER IT BE IN NICOLE...OR ANY ONE OF YOU...ANYONE! THIS ISN’T OVER…”

Nicole’s eyes shut and her head hangs down. The lights in the room go out to black, before flipping back on with scratch marks on Nicole’s neck and chest. Her eyes open slightly and she looks around the room confused, before wiggling her wrists..

NICOLE STARR: “Uh...um...Risky...CodyKinz...strange man with a cross….what happened…

She looks up, batting her innocent eyes at them. Cody let a small smile appear across his face, before looking at Risky, then back down at Nicole, who now seemed to be her usual self.

CODY TAYLOR: You really don’t want to know Hamchop… Just glad you back.

Cody stopped holding Nicole down and took a step back before running his forearm across his forehead wiping away the sweat.

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Cut to the backstage area and Neon walks furiously down the hallway, glistening with beads of sweat from the outpour of heat coming from her body. She rudely moves staff out of her way as they hurry to and fro to keep the show smooth running; even going as far as to push some from her path. Her frown is frozen upon her face but it turns into a scowl and she suddenly stops i her tracks.

NEON: What are you doing here?

The 6’2 man in front of her does a subtle double take as she approaches him, a vicious look on her face. With curled, swept back hair, a leather jacket and a pair of torn black jeans, the man known as Alessio van Duren stands at the coffee machine. Vigorously cycling through the options of coffee, Alessio eventually smirks as he turns his head in Neon’s direction slightly.

AVD: Can’t get coffee like you can back home, hm?

Neon sighs and her hands fall to her waist, looking at Alessio in disgust.

NEON: I asked what you are doing here.

Alessio squints at her in frustration before gesturing to the machine.

AVD: I’m trying to get a coffee. What does it look like!?

She rolls her eyes at his response before taking his cup of coffee from his hands and throwing it to the side.

NEON: Ooops. You can get coffee anywhere else but here. Why are you here?

AVD: It wasn’t good coffee anyway. I’m taking in the show, watching my soon to be colleagues. They’re interesting, very interesting.

Neon’s face goes red with anger and lets out a growl.

NEON: What the fuck? I can’t catch a break without one motherfucker following me somewhere. Leave now Alessio.

She points in the direction of the exit. Alessio turns his head, following the direction of Neon’s finger before turning back to her.

AVD: But...the show isn’t over? You know, Miss Rivelli, I’m starting to get the impression that you don’t want me here. And after all of our history, I would have thought that you’d be happy to see me.

Neon: Well I’m not and this shit is the last thing I need. Be courteous for once in your life and take your lack of talent to somewhere else.

Neon motions to walk away but Alessio quickly sidesteps into her path, blocking her from leaving. He raises a finger and wags it at her as if to say ‘no’.

AVD: I think you’ve forgotten exactly who I am, old lover. Alessio van Duren doesn’t get told what to do. I like it here, and I think I’m going to stay. If you don’t like it? Well that’s fine. You know where the exit is. Take it.

Neon attempts a calm composure, shaking her head and smiling before saying sarcastically..

NEON: Alessio, move. Please.

They stare each other down for a second before Alessio breaks the eye contact, silently chuckling before nodding. A sign that he has conceded. Or at least that’s what Neon thinks. He takes a step towards her until their bodies are touching, and he makes sure to slide a hand onto her back so that she can’t pull away with ease.

AVD: There, I moved.

NEON: I warned you.

She lashes out, about to slap him in the face until Alessio catches her flying arm by the wrist. He scoffs at her, looking at her trapped arm before flinging it away.

AVD: Puttana. You have to do better than that.

She lifts her knee and it hits him in the crotch before she repeats the same motion and slaps him.

NEON: I’m not the person to fuck with today.

Doubled over in pain, Alessio begins to laughs as he slowly rises, rubbing his cheek.

AVD: Mmm. There’s that Italian fire I remember.

He takes a second, looking her up and down before reaching into his jacket pockets, turning them inside out.

AVD: So, are you going to buy me that coffee you owe me?

NEON: and there’s plenty more where that came from. Better get sipping that coffee you spilled on the floor up.

She patronises him by tapping him lightly twice on the face in the same spot she slapped him before laughing and walking away. She disappears from view of the camera and it responds by zooming on Alessio whose jovial expression turns into a frown. He spits on the path she walked away before muttering something under his breath.

AVD: ...Troia.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a Lion’s Den Match! Introducing first, 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!


Together, we are a powerful force of one mind, body, and soul. Let no evil enter or attempt to reduce us because of the beliefs we hold. With this love, combined with our strength, we'll ward off pain and stress. Technician, I am, wholeheartedly, in life and in death.


"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 them. 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. The camera gets an up close view of his eyes, which are the color red. He climbs into the octagon cage and he begins to shadow box, getting himself hyped for the match while watching the tron for his opponent.


WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER!


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…



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 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 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: Both of these guys looked hyped and ready to go. Both guys have talked the talk lately. Morgan the striker, and Atwater the submission expert… let’s see which style wins out in the cage.


ALEXA CORRA: Morgan will hopefully be more in his element here and actually do something.


RANDY THE PILOT: I dunno man, that Atwater promo had me about ready to run through a brick wall last time out.


The bell rings and we are off. And Morgan is right on him with strikes, punches and kicks and Atwater covers up instinctively. Morgan runs up the side off the cage and kicks off for a flying clothesline that strikes true, grounding Shane. Morgan is down on him firing off elbows to the face and Atwater shoves him off and gets to his feet, back pedals to get some separation. Morgan back at him with rage in his eyes goes for a wild punch and Atwater throttles him with a forearm across the bridge of the nose and takes him down with a side Russian legsweep. Atwater rolls up and transitions this beautifully into an Indian deathlock. Atwater torques the leg and then gets up falling backwards several times to wrench the leg of Morgan. He sees that this isn’t getting the desired effect and transitions into a stepover toehold cravate. He yanks away on that for a time and then rolls into an armbar, posting Morgans arm with his knee and trying to bend it backwards at the elbow. Morgan to his credit, grits his teeth and bares it through the entirety of this submission hold showcase. He sees a slight chink in the armor as Shane leans in too close trying to get leverage and Morgan boxes him hard on the ear with his free hand, forcing the release. Morgan pulls himself up the cage wall and shakes out his arm and leg, while Atwater stands up holding his ear and grimacing.


BRIAN MASON: Atwater spent a good while there cranking at Morgan, but that beast will not give it up… just yet anyway.

ALEXA CORRA: He might be too stupid to submit.


RANDY THE PILOT: SSWA Champ getting raw people… raw!


Morgan crosses the cage in a flash and catches Atwater with a forearm blast and then slaps on a Muay Thai clinch… double knee shot! That rocked Atwater, and Morgan takes a few steps back and then runs at him leaping, flying bionic elbow to the top of the head… and Atwater stumbles right into Morgan’s grasp… and Morgan launches him with an exploder suplex! He threw him with such force that Atwater’s legs and the base of his spin hit the cage wall and he crumples to the mat. Morgan stomps around the octagon, screaming and getting the crowd fired up. Atwater rises slowly, and Morgan flexes baring his teeth and runs full tilt at Atwater… spears him right in the gut right up against the cage. THe cage convulses and an edge of the cage comes loose from the support bar holding the pieces of cage together, exposing jagged metal. ever so slightly.


BRIAN MASON: Wow! I thought the cage wall was gonna explode open, Morgan hit Atwater so hard up against it.


RANDY THE PILOT: Speaking of explosions, nobody go to the taco buffet in this town… ouch. I’m hurtin’


ALEXA CORRA: Do you ever think of anything besides food? Oh wait never mind, I don’t want to know…


Atwater crumples down, holding his gut wincing. Morgan backs off and stomps back across the cage, holding his fists up high and laughing. He turns to see Atwater somehow rising to his feet once again… Morgan screams and runs at him one more time, leaping… and Atwater manages to slump off to the side avoiding him, Morgan ran head first into the cage support beam, ran into the jagged metal off the broken cage! He slumps to the mat and turns, leaning his back up against the cage, and the camera immediately catches all of the deep gashes on his forehead and around his eyes, begin immediately filling up with blood and running down his face. With blood literally dripping down his face at a rapid pace, Morgan tries to wipe at his face and gets to his feet on pure instinct. He stumbles forward, wiping his forehead and swinging wildly. To his credit, Atwater is to his feet and takes one look at Morgan bloodied and just shakes his head in disgust. Showing no sympathy he jumps right onto the crimson masked foe. He sees the blood and clubs away at it and then slaps on The Knot, and Morgan is straining in this hold but falls to the mat, his only escape. Up near the cage, Morgan is feeling his way now, one hand on the cage to guide himself… but Atwater jumps on him and slaps on an armbar and then stomps away at Morgan’s head for good measure. Again, Morgan refuses to quit. The ref is leaning in checking, taking note of all the blood and Morgan;s seeming inability to even see at this point. Atwater relents and lets go and walks out to the middle of the cage, looking around at the crowd… he runs a thumb across his throat signaling for the The Kobayashi Maru. He stomps back over, where the ref is kneeling in front of Morgan who is desperately trying to get to his feet, he’s even using the ref for leverage and bleeding all over him as well. With Morgan entangled with the referee, Atwater can’t continue his pursuit and just stands there, stalking Morgan. The ref is yelling something at Morgan and holding up fingers in front of his face… Morgan is wiping blood and just shakes his head at him. The ref looks back over at Atwater who’s wondering what the hell is going on. Finally the ref walks over and calls for the bell, and explains the decision to the ring announcer.


WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match because he doesn’t feel a competitor can continue… as a result… here is your winner… SHANE ATWATER!!!


Atwater is thoroughly unsatisfied with this decision and steps out of the cage in disgust.


ALEXA CORRA: What a load of crap, let them fight!


BRIAN MASON: Morgan couldn’t even see to defend himself!?! How’s that fair to continue, I respect this decision, although I can see how some would not.


RANDY THE PILOT: I know one dude that don’t like it… look!


As the referee is trying to help out Sam Morgan, wiping the blood from him with a towel, Morgan knocks the towel away… pissed. He grabs him by the collar right in front of him, and then hits him with the Divine Intervention, knocking the referee straight out! Morgan stumbles from the cage, cussing the ref, himself, and the fans. Mason is about to lose it at the commentary but Alexa slaps his headset off as we head to break.

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Fading backstage once again, Leifi is seen walking into RIP's locker room where Viktor Volkov, Chopz and Joey Perello are seen playing cards as Lance leans up against a wall on the phone while drinking a beer.

LANCE WINTERS: Look I HEAR YOU. I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND, we don't need that kind of attention but what can I do? The fucker didn't say excuse me?! I don't blame Craig for snapping the guys neck, IT'S JUST RUDE NOT TO SAY EXCUSE ME. But hey...Reyes' shipment make there safe and sound? GOOD...Wait...The hell do you mean there was a hiccup?

Leifi runs his fingers through his long black hair clearly in distress. Lance looks over to him noticing this. He holds up a finger telling Leifi that he'll talk to him in just a minute.

LANCE WINTERS: You kidding me? Did anyone see you? Alright...Alright who else knows about this? Good, good. Keep this between us and get rid of em. I gotta go, we'll talk later yeah? OKAY. Bye.

Lance signals Leifi over and pats him on the shoulder.

LANCE WINTERS: GOSH DAMN LEIFI...What's wrong?

LEIFI MAIVIA: Prez, you seen Ace? He didn't show up for that triple threat match and that's...That's not like him Prez, at all.

Lance looks over to the other three men still playing cards.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU GUYS SEEN ACE?

VIKTOR VOLKOV: No, but I have ace spades.

CHOPZ: Grrrrrr, how the hell did you get it again?!

Joey places his blunt in his mouth and lights it. He shakes his head as he inhales the smoke. Lance scratches his head and looks back to Leifi.

LANCE WINTERS: I haven't seen him either buddy...He's usually with you or Chopz so I uh...Wait you said he didn't show up for that fucking match?

LEIFI MAIVIA: Yeah boss. And it isn't like him to do that he's been talking about getting his revenge on Jaxon Queen and what not, and wanted to release all that anger in tonight's match...I don't know where he is Prez.

LANCE WINTERS: He probably found some pussy to dive into, I'm sure it isn't anything serious. He'll turn up eventually Leifi chill out. Have a drink, chill. Play some cards or something.

Leifi shakes his head and groans.

LEIFI MAIVIA: No, no this doesn't feel right. I need to find him.

Lance smirks and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: Alright. Okay, well take Viktor or Chopz with you just incase these fucks really have something up their sleeves.

Leifi shake his head.

LEIFI MAIVIA: No, I'll be find. If it is them, I'm sure I can take care of them myself. Thanks boss.

Leifi leaves the locker room as Lance looks on and takes a swig from his bottle. The scene then fades as he joins the other men to play some cards.

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When the show returns to air there’s already a bunch of people in the ring. Most of them seem to be simple security. In the center a woman dressed in all blue smiled to the microphone.

REPRESENTATIVE: Hello fellow HKW fans, I am a representative of Aurora Corp. I was personally appointed by our boss to come all the way from the United Kingdom to here in San Diego, California to wish a big Happy Birthday to HKW!

The crowd cheers the mention of the fed’s recent birthday.

REPRESENTATIVE: It is indeed a reason to celebrate, especially with Crowned Royalty a couple weeks away! It’s a dawn of a new year and with that we, at Aurora Corp., also want it to be a dawn of a new era, an era of perfection. It’s thinking only in you and HKW that we decide to bring you the most amazing and incredible surprise somewhere after Crowned Royalty! We cannot tell you what it is, but we can assure you two things. One: It’s going to revolutionize Defiance, HKW and the Wrestling world. And two: It’s perfect. Because, after all, at Aurora Corporations we building perfection!

The woman bows as the lights slowly fade. When they finally light up again the ring is empty and there are no more signs of the woman.

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Gia Levi defeats Kai after a spear from Leifi Maivia. (11:57) - This match was about even throughout until Kai caught Gia with a big spinebuster. Kai looked ready to drive Gia into the mat with the Kai bomb, but Gia shook herself out of it and managed to catch the referee in the eye with her thumb. Leifi Maivia stomed the ring and blasted Kai with a spear while the referee was blinded and Gia Levi managed to sneak away with the win.

After the match: Gia celebrated her ring while Kai got to his feet and almost smirked at Leifi up the ramp. Leifi asked where Acelin was, but Kai didn't answer. Leifi stormed the ring and looked ready to throw down with Kai until the lights went off. When they came back on, Kai was gone and Leifi raced to the back to find Kai.

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BRIAN MASON: Well, so far we’ve had a great night so far. But what else can we expect?

ALEXA CORRA: The usual, Masey. The usual.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, you try these BK Chicken Fingers?

ALEXA CORRA: Ew.

BRIAN MASON: Hold on guys. I’m getting a message that security is moving fast towards the outside facility!

The camera switches to an outside camera. A cameraman then walks outside and films what it looks like a huge bulldozer driving towards the back.

BRIAN MASON: Is that…. a bulldozer?

ALEXA CORRA: Jesus, can they not do construction work right now? Uggh.

The bulldozer then drives to the door, where three security officers rush outside. Then at that moment, someone opens up the door inside the bulldozer. Poking his body out its…. ZAKK LEWIS! The crowd all gasp loudly. We actually hear some mixed reaction.

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! IT’S ZAKK LEWIS! BUT HE CAN’T BE HERE! HE’S BANNED!

Zakk Lewis then pulls out a megaphone, and then climbs ontop of the bulldozer. He then clicks on the air raid siren, and smiles at Security. Then he clicks a button for him to talk.

SECURITY: You are not allowed here, Mr. Lewis! Leave now or I’ll have to arrest you!

ZAKK LEWIS: Arrest me? With what. Your rubber handcuffs? No. You have five seconds to move away, or something very….. squishy is going to happen.

SECURITY: We are warning you!

ZAKK LEWIS: 5…...4…...3…...2……. 1 ½…….. sigh….. 1!

Zakk Lewis then gets back into the bulldozer and gets back in. He starts it up, and begins to go forward.

RANDY THE PILOT: BRUH, IS HE BOUT TO RAM HIS WAY IN?!

BRIAN MASON: SOMEONE STOP HIM!!!

ALEXA CORRA: L-O-L

Zakk Lewis then drives forward causing Security to swerve, and he rams the whole door, and the sides of the wall down. Concrete dust flying everywhere, and the door falls on the ground hard, and Zakk Lewis drives over it. People are swerving out of the way as Zakk Lewis drives his way backstage. He’s destroying most of everything in his path. Walls, debris, and anything coming into contact is being destroyed at this point. He then rams through the employee parking lot. And drives over to a beautiful Mazda RX8.

BRIAN MASON: That’s the Chief of Staff’s car!!! Don’t do it!!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: BRUH!

Zakk Lewis then puts the bulldozer in full control, and have the front ready. He then floors it, and he rams the bulldozer into the Mazda RX8, and completely destroys it as it smacks against the wall, nearly explodes.

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD!

Zakk Lewis then puts the bulldozer into reverse, and begins to drive off. Looks like the direction towards the Knoxtron. He indeed does. He comes through the curtain, and drives the bulldozer down the ramp towards the ring. People are freaking out. Zakk Lewis then stops at the foot of the ring, and then gets out with his hand in the air, he then grabs his megaphone, and jumps down. Sliding into the ring. He stands up and laughs. He raises the megaphone.

ZAKK LEWIS: Guess who’s baaaaaaack?

Mixed reaction again. Zakk Lewis then puts down the megaphone, and grabs the microphone thats on the mat.

ZAKK LEWIS: In such a funny coincidence. This is San Diego, where most of this stuff is bound to happen. Am I right? Yes I am. Hello, folks! Folks at home. Sitting in the bleachers. And to that faggot with the suit on. Hi!

Zakk Lewis points towards the commentary table.

RANDY THE PILOT: He talking about you bruh.

BRIAN MASON: This is absurd!

ZAKK LEWIS: Well, well. Now the greetings are done. You people are probably wondering why the hell I’m even here. And well quite frankly, I don’t really care whether you wonder or wish why I’m here. But I will say that I am quite surprised the fact you people still pour money in this promotion while I’ve been absent. But I don’t blame you. There’s nothing to do fun in San Diego but watch your precious Chargers get crushed by the Denver Broncos on live television.

The crowd boos.

ZAKK LEWIS: And hell I don’t blame you for booing. I’d boo too if my baseball team hadn’t been to the World Series since 1998, and lost TWICE whilst being there.

The crowd boos even louder.

ZAKK LEWIS: What a pathetic excuse of a city. Hell, even the Chargers were using the baseball field for years before they decided to move on. I mean hell. This city is so run down and out of pocket, that Bill Gates would wipe his ass with a hundred dollar bill and give it to the mayor as a gift to the city. Maybe then your precious economy will boost. Hell, sell that on ebay. The title ‘Used Hundred Dollar Bill as Tissue Paper by Bill Gates’. Details: “Freshly covered shit stain.” And maybe sell that for a billion. Boost the economy, and maybe the moral. And maybe we’ll see your Chargers in the Super Bowl one day again. But of course. The chances are that are slim. Jenny Tuck has a better shot at winning the HKW World Championship than San Diego has a chance of seeing the highlight of a championship.

The crowd boos even louder, even on their feet now.

ZAKK LEWIS: But no. I didn’t come out here to ridicule your city. I came here on the request of myself. You see, people have been charging at me on twitter. Through e-mails, fan mail (yes I do get those), text messages on when I was finally going to come back and say what I had to say. Hell, even Jimmy Fallon wants to know when I’ll finally say what I have to say. Well, I’m going to say it. For far too long, I’ve been living under the shadow of legends, and hell I defeated one and I gloated about it. And now I think about it. Defeating Jesse Lewis really to me. Isn’t a accomplishment anymore. He’s a broken down, and apparently a clown now. God help us all. But what’s going to satisfy me is actually seeing where I belong.

He wipes his mouth.

ZAKK LEWIS: I’m an icon, whether you believe it or not. I actually sold out events. I’m the talk of the town. I’m a renegade. I’m a man chasing cars. I’m a phenom that sleeps with evil, and bears evil shadows. I’m a phantom. And all those titles, I would say I’m more than just talk. I am someone. But it’s funny to me to see that Selena King was so quick to put me in a match that would determine if I would leave this company or not. And why did she do that? She did it because she’s a sore loser. She’s a kid with power. It’s like her playing the Sims. She likes to make things her way. And I did the one thing that no one in the back has the balls to do. I told her the truth that come out of my mouth, and apparently the truth hurts. Because the truth entered into her brain. And caused her first instinct to put me in a match that would have me fired in the end. It’s a cowards way out. Little princesses don’t like to be told off, well, I would think Selena King should go back living in a castle. Because this is the real world. We’re a bunch of warriors in the survival of the fittest, and I’m the man ontop of the food chain waiting to prey on the weak. You people think I’m joking but being a comedian was something I wasn’t born to be. I was born to start a Dynasty of mine. The Han Dynasty fallen, but my Dynasty will rise and claim its throne.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this.

ZAKK LEWIS: And people want to know why I’m so angry. And if angry is the word to describe me, then you have no idea what goes on in my life. Angry isn’t even the word. If life didn’t kick me so hard in the ass, I wouldn’t be bottling it all up inside. But I have, and now this is the result. But it’s funny. Because, I am an evil man. I was born evil. And I will stay evil. You people can believe in Heaven and Hell. But I believe in Reincarnation of Man. And I.. am reincarnated now. And I will have my place back in HKW. And I will go for what’s truly mine. And when it’s all said and done. No one is safe.

Zakk Lewis then drops the microphone. Security then is seen walking down the ramp. Zakk Lewis jumps out of the ring, and jumps over the barricade walking backwards watching as Security approach the bulldozer. Zakk Lewis smiles evilly, and walks up the steps leaving the arena. Scene fades.

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After losing Ina Ina initially, Felicity Banks is seen going to the one place she knew Ina might be...the lunch room with catering. She pushes the door open and tosses her belt onto the first table she sees after seeing Ina standing in front of the food. Instead of rushing toward her, Felicity takes a few steps toward her and looks at her belt knowing full well how easy it’d be for her to smash Ina in the back of the head with it. For a moment it looked like Felicity was going to do it, but she decides against it and steps toward Ina, grabbing her shoulder and turning her to face her.

FELICITY: What is your problem? Like, seriously. What…

Felicity pauses and steps up on her tippy toes to get to Ina’s height.

FELICITY: The FUCK is your problem?!

Ina rolls her eyes at Felicity and turns back towards the sandwich platter.

INA INA: Hmm...do I want Turkey...no I had Turkey last time I was over here...ugh but I don’t really want tuna yuck. Ugh!

Ina turns around and looks past Fel as if she wasn’t there to someone at a table eating. It appears to be Guy 2.

INA INA: SOMEONE HELP ME CHOOOSE!!! HEY YOU!

Felicity turns around and sees Guy 2. Instead of giving him any attention, she turns back to the food and flips the table over bringing everything that was on it to the ground. She then stomps on a piece of turkey and picks it up, flinging it at Ina’s chest.

FELICITY: I SAAAAAAAID. What the fuck is your problem?! Oh wait, do you need food to function properly? Here.

She bends back down and picks up a potato and some macaroni with cheese before flinging that into the air.

FELICITY: Here! Eat that! No? You don’t like macaroni?!

She bends down again and picks up whatever she can get her hands on and flings it all in the air, getting some of it on her and Ina. Guy 2 just watches with fearful expression.

FELICITY: FUCKING EAT IT ALL WHY DONTCHA?! YOU PROBABLY WERE GOING TO ANYWAY.

Standing with her hand on her hips, Ina flips her hair laughing. She picks the turkey off of her chest and holds it for a second before popping it in her mouth.

INA INA: That’s my problem right there. YOU always have to say some hurtful shit...actually no. It’s not even about the things that you say. It’s about how you carry yourself. Killuminaughty was a group, a well oiled machine. But just like every single group in this industry someone’s head gets a little big and they lose focus on what matters.

She looks into Fel’s eyes.

INA INA: When did Talia and I stop being your friends and started becoming your pawns hmm? Or was that what this has been about from day one? I don’t know anymore Fel I don’t.

Ina looked down, apparently trying to suppress whatever emotions were beginning to pile up inside of her.

INA INA: Like...what did you think putting me in a match against you at Crowned Royalty would do? Give you an easy way out away from a REAL contender? You think I would’ve just lied down for you???

Felicity rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips before biting down on her lip.

FELICITY: See? It’s stuff like that that makes me realize how little you know me. I gave YOU the match because I wanted to have an all Killuminaughty main event! I gave YOU the match because you were robbed against Colton. I gave YOU the match because I, unlike everyone else, know YOU deserve it.

Emphasis on every you as Guy 2 steps toward the two ladies and grabs a piece of chicken of the floor. Suddenly Guy 1 comes out of nowhere screaming “SON OF A BITCH!” and thrusts him into a trash can. The scuffle between them is heard but not seen as the camera focuses on the ladies.

FELICITY: … You keep saying this crap. Me treating you guys like pawns? Me saying hurtful things? WHEN HAVE I SAID ANYTHING?! ANYTHING AT ALL?!

She taps her foot against the floor and waits for an answer but speaks right up when she realizes Ina wasn’t answering her this time.

FELICITY: You’re just looking for a reason to stab me in the back. Just like the peasants in the locker room did and all the peasants in the crowd did. Well fine. FIIIIIIINE.

Felicity bends down and picks up a plastic knife off the floor, opens Ina’s hand, and places the plastic knife in her hand.

FELICITY: Do it.

Felicity turns around and spreads out her arms, waiting for Ina to drive the plastic knife into her back.

FELICITY: You wanna do it so bad? So bad that you’re making things up in your own mind? DO IT!

Ina Ina looks down at the plastic knife and up at Fel’s back shaking her head. She turns Felicity around and points the knife to her nose.

INA INA: Nope...not gonna do it. Even though it would be smart to stab you in the back before you replace me with your crazy obsessed fangirl….I’m not.

She drops the knife and shoves Fel to the side.

INA INA: I rather watch your face when I stab you in the heart. I’ll always have love for you Fel, which is why I figured that I’m the only one who can beat some humility into you. And I will...and I don’t want to wait until Crowned Royalty to do it.

A loud smack startles Ina who looks over to see Guy 1 laid out after being hit over the head with a silver platter from Guy 2. She chuckles and looks back at Fel.

INA INA: That’s exactly what you need. Isn’t there some kind of House of Pain show thingy before the big event? Perfect…

The look on Felicity’s face couldn’t even be described. It was almost a mixture of shock, anger, and some sadness. Eventually, she said...or did the first thing that popped to mind.

FELICITY: Ha. Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

She covers her face with her hands and shakes her head, sniffling a bit behind her hands.

FELICITY: Hahahahahahahahaha.

And laughing some apparently…

FELICITY: Is that what you want? You really want to not make it to Crowned Royalty?

She finally uncovers her face showing some tears and mascara running down her cheeks.

FELICITY: … Fine. But believe me…

Felicity walks toward the table she placed her belt on and tossed it over her shoulder She sees Guy 2 still in the trashcan while Guy 1 stood in the hallway waving on a referee.

FELICITY: This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it’s gonna hurt you.

With that, Felicity turns around and heads toward the cafeteria door, but not before she kicks the trashcan down and drops Guy 2 along with all the contents inside the trashcan. A tear looks to be flowing from Ina’s face as she wipes it off and turns to Guy 1 who was hooking Guy 2’s leg, trying to convince a referee that it was a sanctioned match. Ina looks at all the food on the floor and pouts before walking over to the vending machine. The scene fades with the referee slapping his hands on the ground for a three count, raising Guy 1’s hand in victory.
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Onyx is seen doing some warm up stretches looking a bit worried. As she stops what she is doing, she looks to the ground and begins to rub the back of her neck deep in thought when a hand placed itself onto her shoulder. She quickly turned around, and saw that it was her tag team partner for the evening, Xavier Asher Daniels, who jumped back in surprise at her quick reaction.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Whoa! I’m.. sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you...

Closing her eyes, Onyx pinched the bridge of her nose as she waved Xavier’s appology off before placing her hands on her hips and looking at him.

ONYX PAYNE: You don’t need to apologize. I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind and I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and the way things have been happening lately a nice tap on the shoulder could turn into someone punching you in the face. So you always have to be prepared for the unexpected…

Realizing just how nervous she was she thought for a moment as she rubbed her lips together.

ONYX PAYNE: I’m rambling aren’t I?

Daniels gave a small, somewhat sheepish smile and nodded slightly.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You are, but this is mostly my fault. I should have announced myself instead of invading your personal space.

ONYX PAYNE: I guess we can both share the blame huh?

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I guess we do.

He chuckled weakly, before quickly becoming serious as he leaned against a nearby production crate.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I just wanted to come by and see if you’re ready for the match, but it looks like I caught you at a bad time.

ONYX PAYNE: No. You’re fine.

She reinsured.

ONYX PAYNE: Just… It’s catching up to me how big this match is. At one time I get to face off against my nemesis in the All or Nothing Series Talia and it will be the first time and maybe the last I will be facing Felicity, the HKW World Champion. Someone you know quite well and have unfinished business with. Which… Concerns me a little.

Daniels frowned at the mention of Felicity’s name as he gave a slight nod.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Unfinished business is… kind of understating it, to be honest. She injures me, barely manages to hold on to her title by the skin of her teeth every time she’s defended it against me, and she feels like she can move on from that for some reason. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not going to forgive the injury and how she’s taken every opportunity she can to say either she helped me or made me, or maybe it’s because in some sick and twisted way, I think she’s right. But I can’t… I can’t leave this as something we’ve never finished. Either she beats me outright, or I beat her… but as it stands? I’m not letting it go.

He pauses, shaking his head as he looks up at her.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Um… sorry about that. I got caught up in everything that’s been going on.

Onyx gives Xavier a soft smile as she feels a bit awkward in this type of discussion. But in reality Felicity has began to do the same thing to her as she has done to Xavier. Demanding thank yous and acting as though what she does is for the better good for the other. Felicity’s heart is in the right place but, to Onyx she just goes about it the wrong way.

ONYX PAYNE: It’s alright, I understand where you are coming from… I know that Felicity has done a lot to you. Not only physically but mentally as well. But it comes with the business. It’s something that you signed up for and even though your injury was intentional… It could have easily happened on accident you know? When we step into that ring, I know your eyes will be seeing red, and I know that you are going to want to get your hands on her in someway or another but… We are a team tonight. We have to work together to win and that can’t happen if you allow your emotions to get the best of you, Xavier.

Daniels sighs, running a hand through his raven hair as he thinks over her words. He knows that deep down, Onyx is right. He can’t let his emotions get the better of him tonight, or it could cost both of them the match. But he wasn’t sure himself if he could just hold all of the pent up anger and resentment in while in a match with Felicity.

XAVIER DANIELS: … I can’t make any promises, Onyx. There’s too much bad blood between the two of us for me to be sure I can keep myself calm. All I can do is say that I’ll try. I’ll try so that when the Pay-Per-View comes around, there’s no excuses for either of us.

Onyx takes a deep breathe and shrugs.

ONYX PAYNE: The fact that you are willing to try, Is good enough for me.
Daniels nods and goes to walk off, likely to finish up his own preparations for the match, but stops. He hesitates for a brief second, before he turns around and looks back at Onyx.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Onyx… I know you consider her a friend and all, probably one of the closest people to you in the company. But… I just want you to be careful. I don’t know anything about the friendship between the two of you, but once she’s convinced of something and you go against it, she’ll do any and everything in her power to prove her point.

As Xavier walks off, the camera zooms in on Onyx’s troubled face as the scene begins to fade.

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As the scene fades back into the arena the fans are heard cheering to the top of their lungs as the cameras pan around getting a glimpse of them all holding up their signs and posing for the camera. The cameras then fades to the commentators desk as Alexa Corra is seen looking around with a smile on her face, Randy The Pilot devouring a hot dog and Brian Mason smiling towards the camera.

ALEXA CORRA: Can you guys feel it? It feels like that moment Perfect Cell is about kill a Super Sayain.

RANDY THE PILOT: And didn’t a Super Sayain kill Perfect Cell? Made em his bitch matter of fact.

ALEXA CORRA: Ugggghhhhhhhh! That is NOT the point Randy!

BRIAN MASON: I think she’s trying to say Michael Alexander is about to die by the hands of that son of a bitch Lance Winters.

ALEXA CORRA: Don’t be disrespectful Captain Obvious?!

The lights start to flicker as the opening rifts to Like A Storm's "Love The Way You Hate Me" thunders out of the PA system. "The Prodigy" Michael Alexander walks out onto the stage, fidgeting with his hand wraps.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Sydney, Australia. He weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds and stands five feet, ten inches tall. He is "The Prodigy" Michael!! Alexander!!!

ALEXA CORRA: Boooo!!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: Michael Alexander had some choice words about a few people here in HKW, even his tag team partner Jin! Which is why, he bought himself this match with Lance Winters. And I sure hope he kicks Winters bike riding ass!

RANDY THE PILOT: There’s some moments you just shut up and keep shit to yourself. And well, Michael should’ve shut the fuck up on some of the points he made.

Stopping, he looks up and smiles before thrusting a fist into the air. We Are hits the chorus as Michael begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping some hands on his way by.

He stops at the foot of the ring and closes his eyes. he crosses his chest with his hands and points upwards before clambering up the steps and into the ring. Leaning against the ropes, he uses them to stretch as "We Are" fades out.

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


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

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


The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps.

WHISPER VIPERI: On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS!

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


As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more.

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


He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles.

Trembling
Crawling across my skin
Feeling your cold dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine


Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin.

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After the ref calls for the bell Lance hops down while chuckling at the sight of Michael Alexander across from him. Michael on the other hand doesn’t seem all that amused as he sprints forward hitting Winters with a Super Man punch taking the Prez off guard. Winters stumbles back holding his jaw. He chuckles and nods a bit impressed by Alexander. He then quickly shoots back with a vicious elbow and grabbing the head of Alexander driving it into his knee. Lance laughs as he begins to circle Michael but not for long as Lance pulls him down by his leg and mounts himself on top of Winters punching non-stop until he is shoved off by Lance.

RANDY THE PILOT: Look at Mikey showing that Super Saiyan spirit?!

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, all that spirit isn’t getting him nowhere.

Winters up to his feet now, still with a smile on his face chuckles. Michael still not amused by Lance goes for an European Uppercut but Lance steps to the side and hits a German Suplex. Winters stands back up and waves Michael back up to his feet. Michael gets up and the two begin to circle around int he middle of the ring. Lance laughs and winks at Michael who shakes his head and begins to throw combinations of leg kicks. Lance backs into the turnbuckle where Michael begins to get the upper hand ending the kicking combinations with a European Uppercut.

BRIAN MASON: The Prodigy is really taking the fight to Winters here. Lance isn’t so tough.

RANDY THE PILOT: But he kicked your ass...C’mon Mase chill bruh.

ALEXA CORRA: You not gonna say that to his face Mase!

Michael continues to take the fight to Winters as the match goes on. After taking Winters down with a Snap Suplex, Michael locks in a cobra clutch while digging his knee in the back of Lance. Winters waves around trying his best to get up to his feet but begins to fade away. Or at least that’s what he wanted the reg to think...The referee goes to pick up Lance’s head but Lance pokes the eyes of the ref and elbows Michael in the family jewels. The fans boo as Lance stands up to his feet holding his neck.

BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that?! What the?! C’MON MAN WHAT WAS THAT?!

ALEXA CORRA: RIP Rules, Mase. Stop ya yapping!

With Lance now having the upperhand he repeatedly curb stomps The Prodigy and drops an elbow in the back of his head before picking him back up to his feet while locking in a Full Nelson. The ref now regaining his vision shakes his head not sure what happened but goes right back to doing his job as he asks Michael if he wants to quit. Of course, Michael tells him no as Lance is heard talking shit while jerking him back and forth. The ref asks Micahel again but before he could answer Lance hits a Full Nelson Suplex and then quickly locks in the Full Nelson again while laughing and telling Michael to quit.

Lance eventually lets go of the Full Nelson and hits a Shining Wizard. Lance then goes for the pin.

One






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Lance gets up laughing telling Alexander that he wasn’t done yet.

ALEXA CORRA: Not getting off that easy bub?!

RANDY THE PILOT: Is Michael’s head still there or?

Winters steps back and leans on the ropes as he waits for Michael to start getting up. As Alexander starts to get back up Lance sprints over attempting to punt him in the head...But Michael quickly rolls out of the ring avoiding being punt kicked. Lance laughs hysterically over the ropes.

ALEXA CORRA: What a pussy. YOU’RE A PUSSY MIKEY?!

BRIAN MASON: There’s nothing “pussy” about being smart about this. Michael is a former champion in this company and others, he knows what he’s doing.

Lance then gets out of the ring yelling after Michael asking where he was going. He then begins reaches under the ring taking out a crowbar from under the ring. Winters then continues to call out to Michael until he begins to run over to him with the crowbar only to be hit with a Pele Kick!

BRIAN MASON: PELE!!!!

Lance drops the weapon as drops to the ground completely wasn’t expecting for Michael to do that. Fans begin to chant Michael’s name as he stands up to his feet looking down at the crowbar.

Michael looks around to the crowd as he points at the crowbar. The cheer agging him on to grab it. He picks it up and begins to walk over to Lance who is seen picking himself up by the steel steps. Alexander smirks and swings hitting Lance in the back with the crowbar. Winters is heard yelping in pain as Michael goes to swing again but Lance quickly moves out of the way and pushes the steel steps over. He walks away holding his back as now Michael is the one calling after Lance as he retreats.

BRIAN MASON: The tables have turned! And oh look, Lance is running!? HE’S ACTUALLY RUNNING AWAY FROM MICHAEL ALEXANDER!!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: Who knew Lance could run that fast?

ALEXA CORRA: The Prez is just playing it smart is all.

As Michael is now seen chasing after Lance with the crowbar, Lance snatches a beer bottle from a fan. He takes a swig and looks back at Michael running to him. As Alexander reaches him, Lance smashes the bottle on Michaels head and laughs. MIchael lays there on the mat busted open under the shards of glass as Lance grabs him by the neck and tosses him in the ring. But that wasn’t just a fan. The large man with the beer bottle steps over the barricade, revealing to be a pissed off Baron McCleary.

BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE?! THAT’S NOT LEGAL?! THEY CAN’T BE OUT HERE?!

ALEXA CORRA: Sure it is, Mase. RIP RULES! Anything goes!

The crowd boos at the sight of the bruiser from Anglo Saxon Heritage. His partner Brick, with a beer in hand, goes to hop over the over the barricade but tumbles over, spilling his beer on his tag title that was around his waist. The audience can’t help but laugh as Baron picks Brick up, who adjust his suspenders and picks up the now half empty bottle of beer.

“Y...YY...YYOOUUU COULDA AA..AAASSSSKK’T!” Baron yells in Lance’s direction. Brick slides into the ring and starts to lay the boots to Michael Alexander who was just starting to show signs of life. Brick yells out “WAHOOOO!!” as he chugs the rest of the beer and spits it out in Michael’s face. Baron steps into the ring and nods at Lance, forgiving him for the beer incident. Lance nods before turning around to join the announce team.

BRIAN MASON: The hell are you doing here Lance?!

LANCE WINTERS: Well it sure isn’t to come see you bitch...Rudness. Can you believe this shit Alexa? The nerve of this uptight bitch. MY GOD!

ALEXA CORRA: He’s just the biggest hater ever Prez! Don’t mind Mase.

The tag team champions proceed to lay down a boot party to the Sayian as the blood flows, mixing with the beer-spit on the canvas. Brick looks up at Baron and slaps him on the chest to get him to stop.

The champions rub the titles around their waists before giving the crowd a Nazi salute to even louder boos than before. Brick and Baron look at each other before looking down at the bloody Michael Alexander on the ground. They look out to the ramp, expecting his partner to come out for the save by now. Nothing.

LANCE WINTERS: These bows just having them A GOOD OL JOLLY TIME AREN’T THEY?

ALEXA CORRA: I think it’d be better if it was just you but hey whatever floats your boat Prez.

The crowd boos as Brick smashes his empty beer bottle on Michael’s face before ordering Baron to pick him up. “GOOD OL’ DAVIS!” Brick grabs Michael’s head, turning his back to Baron and lifting him up in a suplex. Baron takes Michael’s limp body like a log over his shoulders as Brick sprints to the ropes on the other side of the ring. He rebounds, clutching Michael’s hanging neck as Baron slams with a Dominator. The duo’s patented “President Davis” leaves blood on the underarm of Brick’s white t-shirt, as well as all over the canvas.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU OPEN YOUR----

The crowd pops, taking the boys in the ring a bit off guard wondering why their cheering. Hell, Brick begins to smile and holds up his hands as if he just won the match basking in the glory...Until he sees Michael’s tag team partner Jin standing at the top of the ramp with a chair in hand.

LANCE WINTERS: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, This just got interestinggggggg. RANDY PASS THE CHEEZE ITS!

Baron taps Brick and points to the ramp. The champions crouch down and put their hands on their knees, signaling for Jinzai to come in to the ring. He just stands there and doesn’t make a move. The champs rise up, looking at him before looking at each other and shrugging their shoulders. Baron kicks Michael over on his back and steps to the side. Brick walks up, twisting his title belt around and leaping in the air. He hit his standing corkscrew moonsault, Cross Burning, with the gold plate of the title crashing down to the gut of Alexander. Brick gets up and looks over a Jin who is still standing at the ramp and starts laughing. Baron’s also chuckling. Brick yells at Baron, “MIGHTS WELL GON’ SPIN EM!”

LANCE WINTERS: He gon’ spin em!

ALEXA CORRA: Like a go ol’ fashion hootnannie! I actually feel like dancing now. Those hicks love dancing, I think?

BRIAN MASON: … How could you two approve of this?

ALEXA CORRA and LANCE WINTERS: Shut up, Mason.

Baron grabs Michael by the head and lifts him into a powerbomb position. The crowd is booing at the top of their lungs as Jinzai is letting this assault continue. Baron lifts Alexander up in a powerbomb and proceeds to spin around. The big man causes the canvas to thumb as he spins faster and faster and faster and faster until he finally drops Michael in a sitdown powerbomb. Baron’s immense dizziness caused him to flatten on the mat He finally rolls over and up, stumbling a bit and exits the ring with the rest of his crew.

LANCE WINTERS: I think this is my cue!

Lance tosses his headset off and jumps in the air kicking his heels together. Lance slides into the ring and stares at the lifeless Alexander before lifting him up and…


ALEXA CORRA: Death Toll!

Lance hits his patent maneuver and covers Michael with a big smile on his face. The referee reluctantly makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… LAAAAANCE WIIIINTERRRRS!

“Dance with the Devil” plays over the sound system as Lance pulls his arm away from the referee and stares at the knocked out Alexander. He gives the members of ASH a thumbs up before exiting the ring while medics check on Michael.

Winner - Lance Winters (14:22)



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The camera cuts backstage just as Leifi Maivia stormed through the hallways of the locker room area, still looking for his Tag Team Partner, Acelin Tate. Not taking the time to stop, he's kicked in every door he came across, looking inside for his partner. Reaching halfway down the hallway, he was brought to a stop as the lighting above him began to flicker on and off slightly. The flickering became more frequent for several seconds, before the lights in the hallway shut off completely.

Several seconds pass, before the lights slowly flickered back to life and show that Maivia is no longer alone. The Silent Samoan didn't back down or look away as he looked into the soulless pair of dark brown eyes of the masked man standing before him. He recognized the mask almost instantly, having seen it before on members of Project Venom. Glancing to his left and right, he saw two other members, one being as small as the man before him, and the other almost rivaling him in size, standing at either end of the hallway, cutting off any chance of an exit. Taking a step back so he could see all three coming, Maivia readied himself for a fight.

???: They're not here for attacking.

The sound of the voice caught Leifi off guard, causing him to look right behind him. Kai pushed himself off of the wall behind Leifi, tilting his head slightly as he popped the bones in his neck as his eyes never left The Silent Samoan's.

KAI: They're here to make sure no one interferes.

Kai was cut off by a hard right hand by Leifi, kicking off the Brawl between the two men as Kai immediately responded in kind! The three members of Project Venom watched motionlessly as Kai and Leifi traded blows, not making any move to intervine. It looked as if Leifi had the upper hand on the smaller wrestler as he looked to toss Kai through one of the doors, only for Kai to counter with a hard headbutt right on the nose with a sickening crunch, causing Leifi to drop him as blood ran freely down his face. Kai then wraps both arms around his head and begins throwing knees and elbows to the face and body of the bigger, stronger Leifi, dropping him down to a knee. Kai then set him up, looking for a Kai-Bomb as he managed to pick Leifi up onto his shoulders. Instead of snapping him down head and neck first into the ground as he normally would, Kai moved forward, tossing Leifi right through the metal door and knocking it right off it's hinges!

Leifi was unmoving as Kai sneered down at him in disgust, wiping away blood that had gotten onto his body from the fight as he turned on his heel.

KAI: Consider this a harbinger of things to come. For yourself, and anyone who associates themselves with you.

Kai then motioned to the members of Project Venom, and the group walked away, disappearing without a trace as Leifi lay motionless in the wreckage of the destroyed door.

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Eerie music plays. We see a man in a black suit sitting in a chair, with his head down. The camera then pans slowly to him. The man's head slowly rises up. A man in white face paint.... Spirit Z. He grins.

Then the camera fades quickly and the pictures emerges.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it’s a TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first… The special guest commentator for this match…

“Painkiller” by Three Days Grace begins to play as the audience cheers. Stepping through the curtains is none other than the HKW No Limits champion, Colton Sterling, dressed in street clothes. His championship is wrapped around his waist and shining as bright as the day it was introduced to the company. Sterling begins making his way down the ramp as the commentators come on.

BRIAN MASON: Well, this is a nice surprise!

ALEXA CORRA: UGH. I already have to deal with you and Randy, Mase. But now I have to deal with Melatonin Sterling too?

RANDY THE PILOT: Let’s give the young homie a chance. Maybe he good at this commentating shit and can give me a snack break.

Colton finally makes his way ringside and slaps hands with some of the fans before making his way over to the announce table. He nods his head at Randy, who nods back, mockingly waves at Alexa, and shakes Brian’s hand before getting in the seat next to Brian and putting on his headset.

BRIAN MASON: Good to have you here with us, Colton!

ALEXA CORRA: Speak for yourself, Mase.

RANDY THE PILOT: SUP, COLT?

COLTON STERLING: Well, gee, thanks for the warm welcome, guys. Came out here to do some commentary and some scouting. You know, get more prepared for this main event at Crowned Royalty.

ALEXA CORRA: You should be prepared to lose that title to Fel! She’s going to walk out with both belts!

COLTON STERLING: Did Clue kick your head a bit too hard? Stop with the crazy talk already.

WHISPER VIPERI: And now, introducing first…

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

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

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring. From New York by the way of Ohio... ONYX PAYNE!

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

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

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

BRIAN MASON: One of the All or Nothing Series finalists looks ready tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: As she should be. There’s a significant difference between facing Aries Armadaist and facing Talia Valen and Felicity Banks.

RANDY THE PILOT: I thought you liked Aries?

ALEXA CORRA: No. I don’t like anyone. And he doesn’t impress me. At all.

RANDY THE PILOT: Well damn.

COLTON STERLING: Aries...is a decent enough opponent. And when he’s on his A-game, that guy’s crazy good. But Onyx has proven to be a very strong competitor in high pressure situations. How many losses does she have in her career? One? Two? Yeah, Onyx isn’t a joke, that’s for sure.

BRIAN MASON: Surprised to hear you day that considering who her fiance is...

COLTON STERLING: Onyx and Joey aren’t conjoined at the hip. I can be professional and give my professional thoughts about her skill.

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

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


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

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


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

WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner… FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA

Big pop for the hometown boy.

WHISPER VIPERI: WEIGHING IN AT 175 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

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: Now, Xavier Asher Daniels is coming off an impressive victory against you, Colton.

COLTON STERLING: First person to pin me in months, man. Xavier’s no joke either. But you guys already realized that after seeing him go to war with Fel.

ALEXA CORRA: Randy… Did you steal my belt?

RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, bruh. I’m getting someone to polish it for ya.

Before Felicity walks out, the lights dim and a random gentlemen sort of resembling Robert Downey Jr. will step out under a spotlight. In his hand is a rolled up piece of parchment. He scans the crowd as he turns on the bluetooth in his ear, which is connected to the arena PA system. He takes a deep breath as he unrolls the scroll and speaks.

BROCK CASSIUS: Ladies and Gentlemen, On your knees for her majesty! It is my honor to introduce to you the single dominating force in Hard Knox Wrestling today, yesterday, and tomorrow! She is without a doubt worthy of your praise as she is YOUR Hard Knox Wrestling Champion! Whether you love her or hate her, you WILL respect her! Rise, peasants and revere her in all her majesty! It is now time to welcome the "SULLEN ANGEL"..."QUEEN B" ... YOUR HKW WORLD CHAMPION....FELICITTTTYYYY BAAAAAAAANKS.

"I'm taking you down with me
I'm taking you down with me"


"Can't breathe, can't sleep" by Digital Daggers plays over sound system, the crowd booing heavily as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp.

Can't sleep, Can't breathe
You met your enemy
Can't sleep. Can't breathe
Won't get no peace with me


Felicity comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face as the spotlight shines over top of her holding the World Championship high in the air. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth looking disinterested. She holds the championship in the air with one arm, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers as she walks up the steps and into the ring.

You tried to tempt fate, be careful what you wish
I'11 take you deeper and strip you of salvation
It's a crusade to bring you to your knees
It's what you wanted, your last manipulation


Once in the ring, Felicity spins around the ring in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, the HKW Championship swinging around with her. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt before glancing at crowd and climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd with her World title high in the air.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ain’t Talia supposed to be wit her?

ALEXA CORRA: I assume she’s coming out next.

COLTON STERLING: Lots of talent in this match.

Finally, she flings the championship around her shoulder and makes a heart with her hands, breaking it in half and taunting the crowd as she hops back into the ring and looks over at Onyx and XAD with a smirk. She then turns her attention to Sterling and raises her championship high in the air.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner…

… Silence. No music, no nothing but the buzz from the crowd.

WHISPER VIPERI: AND HER PARTNER!

Still nothing. Felicity turns her head and looks up the ramp when finally Ina Ina and Talia Valen casually walk out in their dress clothes, stopping just at the top of the ramp.

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh, it ain’t lookin’ like Talia ready to wrestle.

ALEXA CORRA: What kind of fuckery is this?

Felicity stares up the ramp giving Ina and Talia the evil eyes after realizing neither one of them were budging.

ALEXA CORRA: This is some bullshit…

RANDY THE PILOT: Why don’t you go up there and team with Fel then.

ALEXA CORRA: I’m not allowed to wrestle in HKW. Plus, XAD and Onyx wouldn’t survive if I were in the match. Not sure how me killing the cures for Insomnia would go over.

BRIAN MASON: Sounds like you’re making excuses, champ.

ALEXA CORRA: Really? Excuses? Me? Do you not know me by now, Mase? Why don’t you go help, Colton?!

COLTON STERLING: Ask yourself this. If it was me going up against the team of Onyx and Xavier, would Fel come down and help me, especially since I’m a contender for her title? Plus, I didn’t bring any ring gear with me and I highly doubt the ref would allow me to wrestle with my current apparel.

Felicity continues to stare up at Ina and Talia looking ready to charge up at them, but instead, she tosses her belt out of the ring and turns to her opponents, waving them towards her. Onyx looks reluctant, but Xavier on the other hand looks ready to start things off. He and Onyx have a brief chat turning their backs to Felicity which allows the champ to charge in and toss Onyx out of the ring.

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DING DING DING!


Xavier swings wildly at Felicity but she ducks underneath it and clocks him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head! She makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


The champ immediately mounts overtop of Xavier and starts bashing the back of his head against the mat. She stands up and makes her way into the opponents corner and blasts Onyx with a forearm shot to the face just as she touched the apron, sending her right back to the outside. Felicity turns back around and sees Xavier rising to his feet and looks ready to hit the Bank Shot, but when she goes for it, Xavier ducks underneath and catches Felicity with a bulldog.

Not wasting any time, Xavier lifts Felicity up and tosses her over his shoulder and hits a snake eyes on Felicity before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a running front dropkick. He sees Onyx on the apron and tags her in while dragging Fel into his corner. Onyx hits Felicity with a double axe handle smash to the back, then follows it up with a crisp DDT. Onyx makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Onyx grabs a hold of Felicity’s head and drags her back to her teams corner, tagging in XAD. He perches to the top and waits for Felicity to get up. When she does, Xavier sores off attempting a crossbody, but Felicity connects with a dropkick in midair! She looks in her corner as if she were ready to make the tag, but realizes no one was there. While slowly getting to her feet, Felicity looks up at Ina and Talia on the ramp and flips them the bird before turning her attention back to Xavier. She patiently waits for him to rise to his feet, and when he does, she hits a beautiful leg lariat and proceeds to club down on Xavier with right and left hands.

ALEXA CORRA: Doesn’t look like she needs help right now.

COLTON STERLING: Everyone knows Fel’s a great wrestler when she tries. She’s probably one of the best when she tries. It’s her competing only when she wants to that rubs people the wrong way.

RANDY THE PILOT: Wish she’d rub me the wrong way…

ALEXA CORRA: …. Christ.

BRIAN MASON: Randy....I’m not even...I don’t...sigh.

Felicity looks over at Onyx and blows her a sarcastic kiss before making her way back to the opposite corner, setting up for another Bank Shot. She waits for Xavier to get to his feet, and when he does, she lunges forward with another Bank Shot, but this time, Xavier catches her and hits a dragon screw leg whip! But he never lets go of her leg and drags her toward the corner, looking as if he were ready to use Felicity’s own XACL against her!


ALEXA CORRA: Shit. This isn’t good.

COLTON STERLING: Karma is a Banks as Fel says…

RANDY THE PILOT: Thought Karma was a fat bitch who didn’t wear draws?

BRIAN MASON: …Randy....do you have like low blood sugar or something...

Just as Xavier had Felicity’s legs wrapped around the steel post, Onyx hops off the apron and stops Xavier. Felicity quickly pulls her legs back and rushes to her feet while XAD and Onyx argue on the outside. Catching the distraction, Felicity bounces off the ropes and leaps over the ring post, landing right down on XAD and Onyx!

BRIAN MASON: Wow! She just leaped over the ringpost!

ALEXA CORRA: Never saw that done before…

COLTON STERLING: This might be the opening she needed. Hell, looks like she might not even need any help.

With all three competitors down on the outside, Ina and Talia start walking closer to the ring but stop midway down the ramp. Felicity’s the first to her feet, dragging Xavier up with her before sliding him into the ring. She hops onto the apron and looks ready to springboard into the ring, but Onyx grabs a hold of her leg, allowing Xavier to rush forward and bring Felicity back in the ring by throwing her in with her hair. He turns her on her side and connects with a boot to the small of the back before lifting her back to her feet. He pulls her toward his corner and tags in Onyx. Onyx kicks Felicity in the midsection and then sends her into the ropes, ducking her shoulder for the back body drop, but Felicity connects with a soccer kick to the face.

Instead of capitalizing on the attack, Felicity drops to her knees and clutches at her back, allowing Onyx to connect with a low superkick to the face! The shot echos throughout the arena as Onyx makes another cover.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



Onyx looks genuinely surprised that Felicity kicked out and so does Xavier. Ina and Talia walk closer to the ring catching Onyx’s attention, but the duo applaud Onyx as soon as they lock eyes. Unsure of what to do next, Onyx drags Felicity back to her corner by her arm and tags Xavier back in. Xavier lifts Felicity up and sets up for the Automic Driver, but Felicity pushes him away and hits him with a backstabber!

ALEXA CORRA: That’s right! Get his ass, Fel!

COLTON STERLING: Unbiased commentary at it’s finest.

ALEXA CORRA: Who asked you anything?

COLTON STERLING: Nobody. But here’s the wonderful thing. You’re forced to sit there and have me do commentary alongside you. Damn, that pisses you off, don’t it?

Felicity struggles to her feet, but gets herself up after using the ropes for leverage. She looks to the outside at Ina and Talia and it was almost as if a surge of adrenaline came over her as she let out a scream. She grabs a hold of Xavier’s and sets him up…

BRIAN MASON: Space Jam! She hits the jumping DDT!

COLTON STERLING: That’s one dangerous move, Mase. Feels way worse than it looks.

Felicity rolls Xavier on his back and makes the cover…


ONE!


TWO!


THR--


KICKOUT!



Felicity falls back on her back and starts kicking her feet in the air, frustrated that Xavier kicked out. You could hear her say “fuck this” as she rolls out of the ring and walks over to the timekeeper, grabbing her title and making her way back toward the ring. She looks ready to blast Xavier with her belt until the referee grabs a hold of it and the two play tug of war!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeeee! Love this game, bruh!

The ref and Felicity struggle with the belt until Felicity lets go and makes the referee fall back hard against the turnbuckles.

COLTON STERLING: And now the refs out…

Talia and Ina make their way toward the injured referee and try to wake him up while Felicity grabs a hold of her belt. She waits patiently for XAD to get to his feet, and when she does, she charges at him and…

BRIAN MASON: Onyx pushes XAD out of the way!

But Felicity connects straight with Onyx’s face, sending her out of the ring! Felicity’s eyes bulge wide open as she drops her belt, turning around into…

RANDY THE PILOT: Star Kick! Xavier hits the Star Kick!

Xavier turns Felicity on her back and makes the cover while Ina and Talia wake the referee up and give him a shove to get in position to make the cover…


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are you winners… ONYX PAYNE AND XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

“Purple Rain” hits the sound system as Xavier gets his hand raised in victory. He looks to the outside to check on Onyx who’s still out cold, but then realizes that Ina and Talia are standing right behind him.


ALEXA CORRA: About fucking time.


Instead of attacking Xavier, the duo raise their hands up and Ina mouths “We come in peace” then turns her attention to the downed World champion. Xavier backs away slowly and exits the ring, trying to help Onyx to her feet while Ina and Talia stare at the downed champion.


COLTON STERLING: Not sure what’s going on here..

ALEXA CORRA: Go do something!

COLTON STERLING: You’re one of her best friends! You go do something!

Ina grabs a hold of Felicity’s hair and rips her to her feet before pushing her into her corner. Ina grabs a hold of Felicity’s face with her hand and mouths “Still love me?” before kicking her in the midsection and hitting a powerbomb into the turnbuckle! But that wasn’t it as Talia bounces off the ropes and connects with a huge big boot to Felicity’s face, knocking her out cold!


BRIAN MASON: … What did I just see?

COLTON STERLING: Alright, I’ve had enough of this crap and I’ve certainly seen enough.

Sterling rips his headset off and rushes toward the ring, chasing away Ina and Talia before they can do anything else. Colton checks on the downed champion as Ina slips back into the ring only to grab Felicity’s custom championship and flings it over her shoulder before raising it high in the air. Talia looks over at Onyx and XAD and gives Onyx a sarcastic wave as the show closes with Ina raising the “Queen B” championship high in the air and Colton checking on Fel, before looking over at Ina and shaking his head.
Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Oct 23 2014, 12:12 AM.
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