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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 1 2014, 10:29 AM Post #1 |
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![]() ![]() Aoi-mori Arena; Aomori, Japan ![]() ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] Instead of opening with its regular video package, the cameras open up inside the arena. The official Defiance theme song blares throughout the arena, and the cameras show off the ruckus Japanese crowd for the evening. RANDY THE PILOT: WE HERE, NINJAS! The camera pans to ringside where the commentating crew is located. It doesn't stay at them long as we see Barrett Keaton Huff in the ring, standing next to a trophy, a smirk on his face. BARRETT K. HUFF: I’m not going to speak much because tonight is not my night. It is someone else’s. When the idea of the All Or Nothing Series became a reality, I wanted to make sure that I could choose the ten best candidates to use this daunting challenge to catapult themselves up the HKW ladder. In the end, only one person was able to walk out as your 2014 AONS winner. Allow me to introduce to you...ONYX PAYNE!! Salt of the Earth begins to play as the fans begin to cheer. Onyx walks out on stage with a smile as she begins her descent to the ring tagging the fans hands that reach out to her as she goes. Walking up the steel steps, she enters the ring over the second rope and shakes Barrett Keaton Huff’s hand as they hand her the trophy, their microphone, complemented with a congratulations. As they leave the ring, Salt of the Earth dies down, and Onyx looks at her trophy before looking around at the fans. Lifting the microphone to her lips, she laughs slightly. ONYX PAYNE: I wasn’t supposed to be in the All or Nothing Series but, here I am. The winner of it all, and it was because I was given an opportunity. An opportunity that I knew I shouldn’t sconder because, someone saw something in me. And that someone was Mr. Huff. He continued to believe in me to the where there was a decision to be made… and that decision was allowing me to continue on in the Series without competing in a final because to him, I already proved my self. I would like to thank Mr. Huff for believing in me and my capabilities. I would like to thank Joey Perello for training me. Without his guidance… I don’t think I would have made it as far as I have in this business. I would also like to thank you. The fans. For --- FELICITY BANKS: ...for doing absolutely nothing but sit there and pay for those seats, and stuff your faces with food that will only make you fatter! The Japanese crowd boos heavily as Felicity Banks’ face on the Knoxotron. She waves at Onyx who looks over and shoots Felicity a half smirk. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously, Onyx. Think about it. What exactly are you thanking the fans for, hmm? What have they really done for you, hmmm? ESPECIALLY these Japanese people?! Pffft. Felicity scoffs. FELICITY BANKS: Lets be honest here, sweetums. These Japanese people probably don’t have a clue who either of us are. I mean, how could they? WHY would they? Their country is overpopulated the way it is, and still…someone thinks it’s a good idea to bring us to this cesspool. Onyx looks around at the crowd and shakes her head at Fel. FELICITY BANKS: Fact is, they’re only here because these people love wrestling. They worship wrestling. All they live for isssssss...watching other people do it because they’re too fat to do this, and not talented enough to be sumos! But I'll stop since I have to 'respect' you people. Fel points a finger at Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: I didn’t mean to interrupt your little jolly ol’ time or anything, but when you were thanking people… Felicity taps her finger off her chin. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t know, did this extra year of life cause me to lose my hearing? Or did you not thank the most influential being in all of wrestling…..me? Onyx shrugs as she smiles. ONYX PAYNE: Oh Felicity… I have no reason to thank you. Except for staying champion so I can have the privilege in facing you at Divine Supremacy. The crowd cheers a bit. ONYX PAYNE: At Crowned Royalty, you said something to me that I have been thinking about. I believe you said that... I won a tournament that was made for me to win… It made me think back about how you do things. Always a step ahead right? Like with Xavier. You knew he was going to be a threat so you wore him down or, tried to at least. By breaking him. Physically and mentally. Then you went on this war against Brad Kane, the Veteran. And somehow... you manipulated him to take a knee. Then you tried and manipulated us all with the breaking up of Killuminaughti but, It seems that didn’t quite work out did it? But as long as you’re still World Champion… I guess it doesn’t matter. Walking towards the tron, Onyx leans on the top rope as she looks at Felicity. ONYX PAYNE: So thinking about all the ways you have cried wolf, it made me think about your sheep, Talia. I think you wanted her to win. Just so you could have insurance, security, in keeping that title around your waist. Or perhaps you ordered Talia to take the winner out. Similar to what you did with Xavier. So no matter who won, they wouldn’t be a hundred percent and you would have an advantage. Always ahead of the game right? Eh. Perhaps I am giving you too much credit… Oh, By the way, my ankle is fine, in case you were wondering. Perhaps you should give Talia a lesson in actually hurting someone. But if me thanking you is so important to you I will gladly do it in person your Highness. Face to face, when we sign our contract. Felicity gives Onyx a long evil bitch stare before speaking up. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t?! Don’t owe ME a thank you?! WHAT?! I am the most influential being in the world! I’m like… the Pro Wrestling Mother Theresa! ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME FOR BEING HERE! Big boos from the crowd. FELICITY BANKS: Screw you, and screw you too, Onyx! Look at you, proving why I said I already had the mental advantage over you after Crowned Royalty. You’re already thinking about ways to get ahead...to get ahead. See how confusing that just sounds? And you’re actually doing it? Jeeze. You should be in law school and not wrestling if you manage to figure this out...but you won’t. You, like the rest of the peasants before you will just do what you alwaaaaays do. Fixate on those small little… plot twists I throw in along the way, and you’ll forget. She shakes her head. FELICITY BANKS: You’re already forgetting that I’m more than capable of beating anyone in this company with my own two hands. Glad I know how you feel now, Onyx. Tata for now. The camera feed cuts from where Felicity was and shuts out the knoxotron. The camera focuses back on Onyx as she shakes her head and smiles as though she had a plan. ONYX PAYNE: Now back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. I want to thank the fans for continually supporting me and having my back. With that said, Onyx hands the microphone over to Whisper as the the All or Nothing winner begins to exits the ring to the fans cheers and her theme Salt of the Earth. ![]() Tank did say he would be present at Defiance and he certainly wasn’t wrong. What he was here for though was unsure. Yet it’s kind of obvious where he is, standing in front of the catering table of course. He may not officially be a member of the roster yet but he was certainly making the most out of being there right now. Tank grabbed at all the food as he stuffed it into his mouth, even storing it in his cheeks like a chipmunk. VOICE: Can see why you’re called Theodore now. The person whose voice it was is soon clear when they walk into shot as they tap Tank on the shoulder. It was Heath Harper as he stands there smirking at Tank who doesn’t seem at all impressed. Tank just stands there doing the #TankGlare at Heath as Tank continues to chew on the food in his mouth. HEATH HARPER: You look like a strong guy and I may just have a business opportunity coming up for someone like you. #TankSmirk TANK: Carry on. Heath was just standing there twirling the end of his mustache with a smirk of his own upon his face. HEATH HARPER: Well the business in question is something I’d like to talk to you about away from the cameras. How about Tank and I go on a shopping spree, maybe Tank could do with a new TV, what do you say big man? #TankGrin TANK: Name? Tank doesn’t go places with strangers. #TankShrug HEATH HARPER: The name is Heath Harper, Tank will do well to remember that. I’d prefer Tank to become a friend rather than an enemy. I’m not sure Tank would appreciate Heath being the reason Tank’s possible return was ended before it possibly started. That won’t need to happen though will it Tank? You and I are going to be the best of buddies, starting with getting you that new TV. TANK: Tank isn’t gay Heath. Tank hopes Heath knows that Tank won’t sleep with Heath. So if that is why Heath is buying Tank gifts then don’t bother. The #TankCannon is for Tank’s girlfriend only. #TankLaugh The laughter from both Tank and Heath echoes backstage as Heath just shakes his head at the big guy. HEATH HARPER: Nothing like that at all Tank. I have my list of women and purely only women. Nothing against gay men but I’m too pretty for them and they just don’t do anything for me. Just take my business card and text me tomorrow, I’ll reply with the details of where you should meet me. Until then, enjoy eating that terrible food because tomorrow you’ll get real food big man. #TankGrin Leaving Tank to continue demolishing the food at the catering table, Heath heads on down towards the locker rooms. ![]() The HKW camera crews catch up with Johnny Raike, dressed in his green short shorts and vinyl coat getting ready to go to the ring. He stops and gives the crew a smile, though not so bright as the one’s we are used to him giving. There are noticeable bags under his eyes. RAIKE: “How we doing HKW? I don’t actually speak Japanese, despite what my theme music might say, but I’m pretty sure this is the right time for a konichiwa. I could be way off though. And fuck off if I am, I’m tired.” RAIKE: “I got in just a few hours ago. A fifteen hour flight and a fourteen hour time difference are a hell of a thing. Especially coming off a big match against a man who was bound and determined to kick my ass. Unsuccessfully, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel. And maybe I shouldn’t have celebrated until the early morning hours, but too late to change that now. And now, just a few minutes from now, I have to go wrestle all over again. Or perhaps I should say I get too. See, I’m not in prime condition right now. I’m tired, I’m still running on east coast time, I got put through the wringer…some time recently. I can’t do the math right now to figure out how long ago, but it just happened, all things considered.” RAIKE: “Now, before you get the wrong idea, I’m not making excuses. No no, I want everyone watching to understand just how impressive I’m about to be. I’m going to saunter my sweet ass down to that ring, start throwing kicks and people, and I have every single intention of walking away with a win tonight. I’ve got the momentum, I’ve got the eyes of the wrestling world on me, and I’ve got an almost supernatural ability to fight through the fog and the tired and the probably still being drunk.” RAIKE: “Big chance for everyone in this match. We’re all going to be doing what we have to win, what we need to survive. I’m not the kind to take it easy on anyone, doesn’t matter how I feel at the time. I’ve fought through worse. I’m the ring vet in this match, I can and will set the pace, and the horrible odor of booze and plane funk still hanging onto me will only make it harder for everyone else to stomach grabbing me. Best of luck to those who dream of beating me tonight. And remember, I don’t believe in luck. Let’s do this shit! Johnny throws his arms up and whoos before heading out of the shot, working his way toward the stage. ![]() As the scene fades backstage new comer and LAX representative Eva Casto is seen heading into the arena wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans, white t-shirt and a white beanie with the LAX logo on front. Her hair flows down onto her shoulders, back and breast as she looks keeps her head down not trying to make eye contact with any of the fans or crew workers who are seen outside the building. A couple of fans run up to her holding sharpies and paper. FAN 1: Hey! Hey! We must have your autograph please! We see you at house show the other night. We see you win match at pre show. FAN 2: And you're very pretty! LAX? Are you relate to-- EVA CASTRO: Ugh, I don't speak Japanese. Leave me alone! FAN 1: But we talk English! Perfect English! EVA CASTRO: No, just no. Go away. I'm busy! Eva quickly storms into the building groaning. EVA CASTRO: Can I go any where without being annoyed by these fucking people? Gosh. DAMIEN MARKS: Nah bitch, this the shit you signed up for. Yoshi, get that camera up and rolling my nigga. Eva looks behind her and sees Damien Marks standing there eating a lollipop. She sighs shaking her head. CAMERAMAN: But my name is--- DAMIEN MARKS: Nigga did I ask you what the fuck yo name is? Who the interviewer here? Huh? Do yo damn job and watch how a real nigga works, you might learn something. Damien makes his way towards Eva and smirks. DAMIEN MARKS: So you the new LAX bitch huh? EVA CASTRO: Ugh, what do you want? Luis and Emilio told me about you... Damien laughs. DAMIEN MARKS: Then you must know that I'm the realest nigga on Earth. EVA CASTRO: Nah, I just know you one annoying ass nigga tryna get a rise out of people. I ain't really got the time for all this chit chat type shit I have to get ready for my match. I'm opening tonight and--- DAMIEN MARKS: And you're going to lose...Yeah I know. But all I'm tryna do is help yo ass out and get you some camera time. LUIS VIALPANDO: And you honestly think she needs help from you? I'm afraid not, Damien. The camera pans over as Luis dressed in a grey suit walks into the scene. A pop from the crowd is heard for the LAX legend. DAMIEN MARKS: Who in the....Oh...THISSSS NIGGA. Who you think you are Luis? Huh?! Oh you must think you Pastor Mase or some shit...Nah nigga you ain't getting no "Weeellccoommmeeee Baaccccckkk" from this here Rich Homiez Realla Real, nah uh. Luis chuckles. LUIS VIALPANDO: I don't need anything from you Damien. And neither does my client...Now if you'll excuse me. Eva waves bye to Damien as she and Luis walk pass Damien. Damien grunts as he watches them walk away. DAMIEN MARKS: Didn't wanna interview that bitch any damn way. Let's go Haroshi. We got better shit to do. The scene fades away as Damien walks away. ![]() Nicole Starr defeats Eva Castro, Johnny Raike and Heather Harper [9:10] The action was fast paced in this one with Raike pairing off with Harper and Starr pairing off with Castro. The action between Raike and Harper spilled to the outside early and never really got back in the ring as the two men tried killing one another on the outside. Starr and Castro went blow for blow until Starr connected with a spin kick to the midsection followed by the Highway to Hell Guillotine Choke into a snap DDT for the three. After the match: Harper and Raike continued their onslaught on one another until security came out and ripped the two men apart. Harper would get the last blow in by raking Raike's eyes before hopping over the guardrail and making his way to the back through the crowd. Starr celebrated her victory while Castro looked on displeased. ![]() As the scene fades in Co-Owner Lyle Risky is seen walking backstage in a turquoises suit with his hair braided back with matching beads on the tips. He looks around and takes a sip from his RiskoDoubleCup watching the crew workers around him preparing to set things up for the upcoming match. With a nod he continues to walk down the hallway until he stops at the door of Defiance General Manager, Romeo Price. Risky stands there thinking to himself whether or not he should confront Price about what he overheard at Crowned Royalty or not. He shakes his head and knocks on the door before opening the door. LYLE RISKY: Romeo? You in here? As Lyle steps into the office Romeo is seen closing a silver suitcase as he stands to the side of his desk. He groans a bit as he hears the sound of Risky's voice. Risky sees Romeo and cracks as fake of a smile as he could. LYLE RISKY: Ayyeeee, Romeo what's up bruh? I don't think we ever actually met--- ROMEO PRICE: What do you want Mr. Bridges? Lyle looks around and cautiously laughs. LYLE RISKY: Hey! Hey, haha what's with all the hostility? All I wanted to do is meet my Defiance GM is all. Is it not okay for the OWNER to come see his EMPLOYEE? Romeo looks over to Risky with nothing but annoyance written on his face. ROMEO PRICE: I don't exactly care for your company as of right now Mr. Bridges....I must get going, I have actual work to get to. LYLE RISKY: Hold up bruh...Look I don't know if we go off with the wrong foot or what but aye I'm really not as bad of a guy like people try and act like, honest. Romeo chuckles as he puts on his suit jacket. As he buttons it up he looks up to Lyle. ROMEO PRICE: Yes, I am sure you are thee perfect man all may come to look up to.....Please, I don't care for you as much as I don't care for many others in this company.... Romeo picks up his briefcase and heads towards the door. He stops as he stands to the side of Lyle... ROMEO PRICE: Just be aware.....There's always one to take down a tyrant....Goodbye Mr. Bridges.... Romeo leaves the office leaving Lyle standing there confused as the scene fades away. ![]() MJ Bell’s face appears on the screen. A very serious expression on her features as she addresses the crowd. MJ BELL: Underestimation. It is the biggest mistake ever made in our careers today. A plague that is inescapable for each and every one of us at one point or another. We deal with this each step of the way until reaching the proverbial mountain top. Even then we have to suffer through people down playing our abilities, and more importantly, our achievements. Some of us learn from this mistake-- give credit where it is due. We hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and work our asses off to make it to where we are in our careers. None of that matters to some ignorant people. There are select few that fall for their own hype or speeches they practice to themselves in the bathroom mirror; that's where the fatal mistake is ultimately committed. You never know where someone comes from so why label them? The only thing accomplished is making a fool of yourself. Why count them out before they’ve had a chance to fight? MJ backs up from the camera, shaking her head. The angle changes revealing a side few of the female wrestler. MJ BELL: Because it’s easier than accepting what is right in front of you! I hope you can get a good look, CHARLI. Pray that you learn from your own mistakes-- from the one that is going to -destroy- you sooner rather than later. Don’t underestimate me. I’ll prove that it doesn’t matter how hard you attempt to keep me down, sure as hell doesn’t matter what claims you push onto me, what shortcomings you believe I have-- I will prove you wrong. When it truly counts, that is when you trip up, because you drop your guard disbelieving the unstoppable force battling against you. See there was miscalculation when CHARLI attempted to bully me my first night here, there was miscalculation when you picked a fight with my friend, because, somehow, you thought I’d turn the other cheek. Call it a fatal flaw if you want but I hate people trying to push me around. I hate watching people attack injured people just to boost hype. It’s pathetic. The angle changes once more so MJ’s green eyes intensely stare back. Her fury locks almost giving off a similar glow that a fire would. MJ BELL: I’ve known people just like CHARLI, people who are delirious enough to count me out. Believe what you want about me but don’t be too upset when I show you the truth. ![]() A lone light flickers in a dark room. The atmosphere is cold as the audience looks up at the Knoxtron, watching the flickering light wave back and forth. The sonance of a quiet laugh is heard, the camera panning down to reveal the man behind it to be Joey Miles. Joey looks up at the light that waves and flickers, before turning his attention to the camera, an ever-so-eerie smile on his face. JOEY MILES: At Crowned Royalty, I made a statement. I didn't make it with words. Well, I mean, I kinda did, but only after beating the ever-loving fuck out of Ryan Corey with a steel chair and leaving him a bloody mess. A few fucked up ribs later and I got on the mic and told the whole world how I truly felt. I told you that I was sick of being the man you laugh at - that I was sick of being your punch line. I meant every word that I said. And look what it's gotten me, a potential shot at the No Limits Championship! Joey's eyes light up as he says this, excited for the opportunity. JOEY MILES: Do you think I'd have even been considered for this if I didn't do what I did at Crowned Royalty - If I simply lost the match and shook Ryan's hand like a so-called 'respectful' loser? Not a chance. Sure, Ryan's a bit upset with me. I mean, he didn't have much to say at the time when he was unconscious, but he's pretty furious over Twitter. So what? Some guy way passed his prime wants to murder me. He's not the first person to want that and he'll damn sure not be the last. Fuck him. Tonight isn't about him. Tonight is about me. For the first time in my career, the night is about me. Tonight, I step into the ring with Nina Stokes. Joey's smile slowly dissolves after mentioning the name of a girl he liked so very much at one point. JOEY MILES: Nina ... Stokes. A woman I once obsessed over. I wanted her so badly. I broke up with a great girl because I couldn't stop thinking about Nina. But now, I realize she's nothing. I don't need her. I never needed her. She doesn't give a fuck about me. Nobody gives a fuck about Joey Miles. So, while she was busy rubbing her new boyfriend in my face, I was cracking. All of the bullshit I've dealt with. My life as a loser. The girl I want not wanting me back. That final straw when Ryan made me tap out. All of it. It led to me realizing that I don't need this. I don't need them. I don't need anything or anybody but myself. Miles licks his lips, continuing to speak after he does so. JOEY MILES: I'd say what happens tonight is nothing personal, Nina. I'd say it's all about the Championship gold. But I'd be lying. I want to hurt you, like you hurt me. All of the emotional pain you've caused me will turn to physical pain for you, as I tear you limb from fucking limb. I'm not trying to scare you. I couldn't care less if you're frightened by me. I'm not a very haunting figure. I'm just telling you what's going to happen. We're going to step into the ring tonight and after I decimate you, after I - hurt - you, after I make you suffer just as you've made me suffer ... I'm finally going to get some of the recognition I deserve. The man now referring to himself as Satan's Protégé cracks a slight grin again. JOEY MILES: Your pretty little face will be rearranged and my ugly mug will be on the way to my first ever championship. Let you try to stop me. Let Ryan Corey try to stop me. Let anybody try to stop me and watch as I tear my way through all the motherfuckers who thought I would never amount to shit. I don't give a fuck about respect, anymore. I don't care about being liked or having friends. All I care about is having the success I deserve. It starts with having zero limits. I've never been much for limits, anyway. Colton Sterling, oh No Limits Champion of ours, I'll be seeing you soon. But for now, I have a certain bitch to massacre. Toodles. Joey flashes another grin at the camera, as it moves back up to the light, still swaying about. The scene abruptly ends. ![]() The drums entrance of “ Soul Wars” by AWOLNATION begins to play through the P.A system as smoke begins to flood the entrance ramp. Immediately the crowd begins to cheer as MJ emerges from the smoke walking with a confident smirk on her face. As MJ makes her way to the ring she interacts with the crowd giving out hand-fives or hugs. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Paradise, Michigan,... She is.... MJ BELL!!!! She climbs up onto the apron before moving between the ropes into ring. Both of her arms lift in the air only encouraging the reactions from the crowd before shouting “Burn It down!” which gains a pop. She bounces off the ropes, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out her hands. MJ moves against the ropes with a grin waiting for the match to begin. Then at that second. “We Are One (Instrumental)” by 12 Stones plays and the crowd stands as they look around for the man who comes hopping out of the crowd. They finally find Leifi Maivia walking towards the barricade with CHARLI behind him. He then hops over the barricade, and then helps CHARLI over. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from the Isle of Samoa, he is The Silent Samoan, Leifi MAIIIVIIIAAAA!!! He then walks over to the announce table and stares at the fans before walking backwards and sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring. He then looks over at MJ Bell and then out to the crowd. He raises a fist and keeps his same non-expression as his music fades. ![]() MJ BELL VS. LEIFI MAIVIA DING.DING.DING. Leifi takes no second to look at his opponent for a minute, and just immediately rushes after MJ and kicks her in the gut repeatedly until she’s back into the turnbuckle, and Leifi keeps on kicking until she falls on her ass and doesn’t stop. The referee then grabs Leifi and pushes him away and yells at him. Leifi then gets into the referee’s face, and then diverts his attention back to MJ who starts to cough. Leifi then grabs her head and brings her up. He pulls her over to the center of the ring. He then irish whips her to the ropes. Once MJ hits it, Leifi then Big Boots her in the face. MJ falls to the mat hard. Leifi then nods, and then drops to a knee. He grabs MJ’s leg and then elbows her in the ankle. MJ screams, and Leifi goes to elbow it again and again, until the referee pushes Leifi off. Leifi stands and gets back into the referee’s face. CHARLI then walks over nonchalant , and reaches for MJ’s hair from underneath the bottom rope. She grabs it, and MJ starts to kick around from the hairpulling. But the referee is distracted by Leifi in his face. The referee then screams to disqualify Leifi if he keeps on. CHARLI then stops and walks off. Leifi then walks away and goes towards MJ. BRIAN MASON: That’s completely barbaric! ALEXA CORRA: We’re not on that side of the world, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: You gotta say…. Sore wa kanzen ni bōryoku-tekidesu! ALEXA CORRA: When the hell did you learn Japanese? RANDY THE PILOT: ………………………………...Internet. Leifi then walks over to MJ, but MJ clenches her fist and boots Leifi in the head before he can grab her. He reacts to it by falling backwards and grabbing his head. MJ then stands up and jumps and elbows Leifi in the stomach, before jumping up immediately and grabbing Leifi to stand on his feet. She jumps and hurricarna’s him but as he flipped and hit the mat, he stood up and turned around to only be a victim of MJ’s dropkick. He gets kicked out of the ring, and MJ hits the ropes and jumps over and lands on Leifi. The crowd goes wild. CHARLI then walks over, and MJ and CHARLI stare at each other at this moment. MJ threatens CHARLI if she comes any closer. Leifi wiggles his head, and then goes to get up. but MJ kicks him in the head. CHARLI then walks over towards MJ, so MJ gets into attack mode. CHARLI starts to laugh, before Leifi uses his right arm and slips it under MJ and grabs her and has her in a reverse fireman’s carry. He uses his strength to hold her up with both of his hands and throws her into the ring. BRIAN MASON: Wow! Leifi throws her like a dead body. ALEXA CORRA: You forget MJ Bell is only 125 pounds. He used to bench pressing like 300 it seems. BRIAN MASON: Still. MJ Bell then rolls over and gets up, but is met with Leifi’s clothesline. Leifi looks over and is ready to end this. He picks up a groggy MJ. Leifi then gets on a knee and is ready to deliver THE SAMOAN SPEAR. MJ then wiggles her head, and Leifi runs over but MJ backs out of the way and Leifi goes headfirst into the turnbuckle, falling to the mat. CHARLI then jumps on the mat, and gets into the ring. The referee then runs over and goes to push her out and arguing with her. MJ Bell smirks and walks over to the Leifi before looking at something shiny tucked in his boot. She pulls it out and see it’s brass knuckles. She tsks tsks and throws the weapon out of the ring. MJ Bell then picks up the groggy Leifi and brings him to the middle of the ropes. She grabs him, but he wiggles out of the state and punches her in the head, before grabbhing her and irish whipping her to the ropes. She hits it, and Leifi goes to clothesline but she ducks and hits the other side of the ropes and runs over and kicks Leifi in the shin, causing him to drop on his knee. She then hits the otherside of the ropes and then performs THE BURNING MAGE! CHARLI then sees this. MJ goes for the cover. 1! CHARLI goes to get into the ring. 2! CHARLI JUMPS. 3! CHARLI WAS TOO LATE. MJ gets up quickly and Charli lands on Leifi. MJ then rolls out of the ring, and walks backwards up the ramp laughing as her music plays. WHISPER VIPERI: Your winner by pinfall……. MJ BELL! CHARLI looks over at MJ and gives her a death stare. MJ Bell still laughs as the scene fades. Winner: MJ BELL (6:25) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 1 2014, 10:30 AM Post #2 |
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![]() Scene opens up with Romeo Price in his office on his phone. Whiskey bottle sitting on his desk. There’s a distinctive Hmphs going in between many of the tweets that he’s reading. Shaking his head at the ignorance of many people. He then hears a knock on the door. Romeo looks over at the door opening and we see the No Limits Champion, Colton Sterling, enter. Romeo then puts his phone on his desk and looks over to Colton, who already dressed in his ring gear and has the No Limits championship belt slung over his right shoulder. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Sterling. What can I do for you today? Colton closes the door behind him before speaking. COLTON STERLING: Hey, boss. I know we haven’t really spoken like...ever, face-to-face, but I came in here to ask you a favor. Romeo’s right eyebrow cocks up as he looks at the young man with curiosity. ROMEO PRICE: Alright then. Take a seat. Colton nods his head before taking the seat offered to him by his boss. After getting comfortable, Colton begins to ask for the favor. COLTON STERLING: Well, what I wanted to ask you was- Colton’s interrupted by a knock at the door. The door opens and Zakk Lewis appears, and we actually hear a litte more cheers over the boos, but the boos are clearly there from the Japanese audience. Colton Sterling turns around, and Zakk Lewis looks over at Colton. ZAKK LEWIS: Need a haircut, mate. Then Zakk looks over at Romeo, and smirks. ZAKK LEWIS: Romeo Price. We meet at last. Romeo just looks at him. ZAKK LEWIS: I didn’t take my general manager to be a mute. Or did the cat get your tongue? ROMEO PRICE: Easy, Lewis. Don’t come in here trying to insult me. ZAKK LEWIS: Meant no harm. No, I came in here to give my greetings to you. Because, after all. I am going to do whatever I can to get on Team Defiance at Divine Supremacy. Anything. Because. Zakk then walks over and sees a picture in a frame, and he picks it up and looks at it. ZAKK LEWIS: Because, I would do anything to get my hands on iGNiTE. Sean Sands, that dirty bastard thinks he’s some righteous human being, but he’s clearly nothing more than a dirty scumbag. But, perhaps it’s my ego that’s been getting in the way of my judgement. I did. He then looks over at the window. ZAKK LEWIS: I did get too carried away. Sunk into my own egotistical lifestyle. The voices in my head been conversing inside my mind telling me what was to become of my destiny. But I’ve learned while I’ve been absent that I choose my own destiny, and not someone elses. I believe that’s the route for me. I’m a leader, not a follower. Romeo then lightly coughs. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph. Care to tell me why else are you in my damn office other than the fact to tell us about how your future will be? Zakk Lewis then turns around and looks over at Romeo. ZAKK LEWIS: No. I don’t have to tell you, Mr. Price. It’s one of those things: You’ll have to see. But it is curiosity that’s been playing inside my head. Zakk then looks over at Colton. ZAKK LEWIS: Colton Sterling. Long-time No Limits Champion and a sex symbol to 11-year-old girls who haven’t experienced their first bleed. Walking towards him slowly. ZAKK LEWIS: You know. I do want to congratulate you, by the way. For a moment there two weeks ago I did thought you were going to lose your championship to Ina. Though, it was a little different on how you won, if that’s what people are saying that you truly did. But a win is a win, am I correct Sterling? But I am glad that you retained your championship. Zakk then gives that sadistic smirk at him. Colton looks at him from his seat, slightly confused, before nodding at him. COLTON STERLING: Thanks, I guess? I mean, it wasn’t the cleanest pin I’ve ever gotten, but still. But... Colton stops for a second as he looks at Romeo Price for a second before turning his attention back to Zakk. COLTON STERLING: Why were you glad I retained the championship? Zakk chuckles, and then paces around the office. ZAKK LEWIS: You know, Sterling. You remind me of an old friend I once knew. He was dimwitted, yet passionate about who he truly was. But he was a fool. Believed because he was a goody-goody, he was going to go far in life. Became the star quarterback, won the state championship, and even got a full scholarship to go to any school he wanted to. Was popular with the women, had many friends, and people cherished the ground he walked on. But, what the most annoying and biggest flaw that he had was the lack of respect and not enough gratitude towards the accolades he received. Zakk then stares at Colton. ZAKK LEWIS: And where is he now, Sterling? Miserable, and no one remembers who he is. And who was the person to expose him of all his flaws and nonsense he was making? No, not me. Himself. But you. Heh. You. You think you’re a better champion than Joey Perello was. But that’s not true. Not true at all. But I will give you credit. You’ve held on this championship for a good awhile now. So, you are a champion. But in the end. Do you believe you’re going to keep it forever. You believe this is yours to keep until the end of your time in wrestling? Hm? Zakk raises an eyebrow as Colton stares at his belt for a second before getting up off his seat and getting eye contact with Lewis again. COLTON STERLING: Do I believe I’m going to keep this belt forever? No. I know that at some point, the expiration of a title reign comes knocking. For some people, that expiration date is fast. Almost too fast. For me? Well, I plan on having a very long time before my expiration date on this belt comes around. But for now, I’m the No Limits champion and every time I step into the ring, title on the line or not, I fight. That’s what I do and that’s what I’ll continue to do. As for whether I believe I’m a better champion than Joey? Colt chuckles. COLTON STERLING: Hell yeah, I think I’m a better champion than him. I have never kicked this title around like it was a crappy knockoff toy my parents got me for Christmas. I’ve defended this belt more than anyone else who has held this belt. And I’ll probably be the only No Limits champion to ever get the belt on a pay-per-view main event. So yeah, I think I was a better champion than Perello. And I want to continue proving that, which is why I came to this office tonight. Colton turns to Romeo, a smirk on his face. COLTON STERLING: I want the winner of Stokes/Miles tonight to face me in two weeks for this belt. Let them pick the stipulation too if they want to. Romeo Price contemplates it for a second before... ROMEO PRICE: Hmph. I’ll consider it. Zakk chuckles, and then walks over towards Colton and stands shoulder to shoulder with him but facing different sides. ZAKK LEWIS: Like I said. You’re a champion, Sterling. Stokes, nor Miles will not defeat you. That much I’m sure. But after I’m done getting on Team Defiance and crushing iGNiTE. I hope you’ve by then thought about an expiration date for your championship. Zakk smirks and then goes for the door, he opens it up and looks to Romeo. ZAKK LEWIS: By the way…. Boss. It smells in here. Zakk then walks out as Colton and Romeo watch him leave. The scene then slowly fades out. ![]() The scene opens up in catering. Nicole is sitting at a nearby table, munching down on a bag of chips. A few moments later, Nina Stokes walks into the shot. After grabbing a bottle of water, Nina looks around and sees Nicole. She thought about just walking away; the two had gotten into another major fight the other day. However, Nina tossed that idea out of her mind. Slowly, she walks over to Nicole. NINA STOKES: Hey As Nicole was sitting down enjoying her chips, she heard a familiar voice and looked up. Her face was emotionless, due to the argument they had gotten into the other day, but she finished the chip she had in her mouth before speaking. NICOLE STARR: Hi…. Her tone was plain and her face was still emotionless, but before Nina could say anything further, Nicole quickly spoke. NICOLE STARR: Before you say anything, if you came over here to argue, I’m not arguing right now. I’m enjoying chips… She spoke, looking up at her. Normally Nicole would laugh at the fact she is taking her chip eating time so seriously, but she didn’t. NINA STOKES: I didn’t come over here to argue. Nina lets out a large sigh. A lot had been weighing on her mind over the past couple of weeks. NINA STOKES: Look...I’m sorry. Of course, Nina was referring to the comments she made the morning before Thanksgiving. NINA STOKES: I wrote that rant out of frustration. It seems like every time I begin to stand out and begin to make a name for myself, someone puts the screws to it. Crowned Royalty was supposed to be a chance for me to make a name for myself; and, that chance was stolen from me. So, yeah, I let my anger build up, and I said somethings. Maybe...maybe it was unfair to lump you in with Felicity and Fran; and for that I’m sorry. Nicole looked at her and let out a sigh of her own. She put the bag of chips on the table, standing up from her chair and looked at her. NICOLE STARR: I mean...I guess it’s fine… She looked unsure. As she looked at Nina, she shook her head a little bit before speaking. NICOLE STARR: What bothers me the most is that yes, you grouped me in with Fel and Fran. I understand that there is still some tension because of what I did to you, but from what I knew we were working on things. And to group me in with two people that made you an immediate target without thinking twice? That was kind of low in my opinion. But, I’m not going to hold it over you and be all mad about it.. She says looking up at her. She sighs before twirling a strand of her hair, before speaking. NICOLE STARR: And I get that you are probably upset with me about befriending and partnering up with Jules elsewhere, I get where that looks a bit shady considering our team didn’t work out. But Jules and I had a different agenda and it just fit. I would have asked you in on it, but I knew how much Crowned Royalty meant to you and I knew that you wanted to focus. So as much as you may have thought I was a villain...I was looking out for you in the long run…. Nicole says, her large eyes looking into hers. Her eyes looked innocent, but with Nicole you could never quite tell. As she spoke, she looked at Nina awaiting a response. NINA STOKES: You know I have a...bit of a temper sometimes. And that morning, I let it get the best of me; I can admit that. She runs her fingers through her hair. NINA STOKES: And, we are working on things… Nina pauses suddenly, thinking about how she wants to proceed. NINA STOKES: But, I have a question for you. Nicole grins, looking up at Nina. NICOLE STARR: Hey... temper problems? I never claimed to be a saint, I never claimed to be normal and perky all the time, I know exactly how that is. She looks at her with a little suspicion in her eyes before speaking again.. NICOLE STARR: What’s the question? Once again, Nina sighs. NINA STOKES: Well...I understand that you are pretty cool with Felicity; I guess you two are friends. But, as it stands now, I’m getting ready to do battle with her and her crew...starting with Fran first. Now, I’m not going to sit her and ask you to pick sides; that wouldn’t be right. But, I do want to make sure you and I are...ok, you know? When things get thick, I just want to be sure you don’t jump up and side with them. Nicole looks at Nina, before a smirk crosses her face. She tilts her head, before speaking. NICOLE STARR: Nina..Have I ever gave you a reason not to trust me? ….Actually...Don’t answer that… She bites her lip before smiling. She steps closer to Nina, before putting her hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes. NICOLE STARR: You can count on me….trust me and my word. When things get tough at the end of the day you’re my sister… She looks at her, smiling, batting her large eyes grinning. NINA STOKES: Thanks Nicole. I know I can’t ask you to join this fight with me; it’s something I’ve got to do on my own. But it’s good to know you will be neutral, at least in this instance. Nina raises her hand for a shake. NICOLE STARR: Not a problem...I know you have to do it on your own...even if I offered to help you would probably say no because you have a lot of pride in this...but if you absolutely need help… She smirks, reaching her hand out shaking it. NICOLE STARR: I’ll be here. She looks in her eyes, smirking a grin batting her large eyes. NINA STOKES: Thanks Nicole; I appreciate it. The scene fades out. ![]() Onyx is seen leaning up against a wall, deep in thought as she is wearing a skirt suit. It would seem that she is fully ready to do business when she signs her contract to face Felicity Banks for the HKW World title at Divine Supremacy. Footsteps are heard heading in Onyx’s direction as a camera pans around and shows Selena King with a confused gleam in her eye. SELENA KING: Well, that sure is an interesting choice for wrestling attire. I’ve seen things that would seem more uncomfortable to wrestle in though. Selena continues to glance at Onyx’s ensemble and sees the #1 contender is paying little to no attention to her. SELENA KING: Helloooo. She waves her hand in front of Onyx’s face. SELENA KING: Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy. Onyx jumps slightly now realizing the presents of Selena and looks at her guest curiously. Probably wondering how long she was there before she had noticed. ONYX PAYNE: Hm? Oh. Hello Selena were… Did… What were you saying? Selena points at Onyx’s apparel. SELENA KING: I was saaaaying how in the world are you going to wrestle in that!? It doesn’t look like comfy wrestler person gear, but what do I know? I don’t know how you guys pick out your wrestler wear, but that’s probably a pain in the ass. I’d never be able to pick something. ONYX PAYNE: … How am I going to wrestle in this? She looks down at her self before looking back up at Selena. ONYX PAYNE: I wouldn’t. I’m dressed for the contract signing not because of a match. I’m not booked tonight, Selena. Selena raises a brow. SELENA KING: Huh? Yes you are. At least you were supposed to be. Didn’t Romeo or someone let you know? Selena looks to the side and snaps her fingers. SELENA KING: No! Brock was supposed to tell you and he just casually forgot...it seems. Remembering where Brock’s allegiance lied, Selena bit down on her lip and wondered if she should’ve mentioned that. SELENA KING: ...but, yeah. Um, you’re supposed to be wrestling against someone who’s making their big, long-awaited debut tonight! Staring at Selena a bit disgruntled, the only thing that came across Onyx’s mind was Felicity. Laughing under her breath, she smooths her tongue over her teeth before clearing her throat. ONYX PAYNE: Is that so? Heh. I guess I should get ready for my match then but, before I go. I have a question. Do you think I am going to have to get used to these surprised bookings in the future or is this just a one time deal? Before Selena could respond, Onyx raised a hand. ONYX PAYNE: You know what, don’t answer that. I’m a wrestler, and I should already be ready right? Onyx shakes her head, smirking a bit as she begins to walk down the hall. ONYX PAYNE: Consider this a lessoned learned. Selena watched as Onyx walked away. She look confused and mouthed the words ‘what?’ in Onyx’s direction but didn’t say anything else as cameras cut back to ringside. ![]() NINA STOKES VS. JOEY MILES Nina Stokes and Joey Miles were both in the middle of the ring ready for this once in a life time opportunity to claim themselves a shot at the No Limits Championship. As the bell rang Nina extended her hand to give a handshake to Miles. Instead of going for the handshake the new and improved Miles slapped the taste out of Nina’s mouth sending her to the canvas. The referee backed Miles up yelling at him for the cheap shot but Miles didn’t seem to care much. DING! DING! DING! Nina ran right at Miles, for the early part of the match up Nina was getting retribution on Joey for the cheap shot she had to endure at the start of the match up. Delivering some stiff shots and even some slams to Joey. It was shocking to Miles that a woman had that type of strength. Nina continued to beat away at Miles in the corner until Joey jabbed his thumb right into the eye of Stokes. From there on out Joey took advantage. Now overpowering the blinded Nina. Drawing heat from the audience. Once Nina was down for a period Joey lifted her up and held her in reverse STO position saying that it was “OVER” for Nina Stokes. That’s when wrestling veteran and the man Joey Miles has had problems with – Ryan Corey – was seen walking down the ramp slowly with a smile on his face. While Joey was distracted Nina pushed him back. She then gathered speed running at Miles to hit her finisher - Death By Harley! Joey fell right down to the canvas as Nina got the three count, the win, and the opportunity to fight for the No Limits Championship! Winner - Nina Stokes (11:10) ![]() The scene fades backstage as two security guards are seen standing outside a door not letting anyone through. Footsteps are heard in the background echoing as they begin to get closer...and closer….and closer until they come to a stop. The camera pans over revealing Romeo Price standing there with a silver briefcase in hand. He looks around studying the scene for a moment. Romeo nods and continues to walk towards the door. ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen….. He then walks in and sees Head of Security RED leaning in the corner smoking...Romeo takes a sniff noticing exactly what RED was smoking and shakes his head. ROMEO PRICE: Should have kept you on probation Mr. Ohno…. RED looks up in shock. RED: NAH BRUH!? EFF ALL THAT NOISE YOU AIN’T LOCKING ME DOWN AGAIN. PLUS YOU AIN’T GOT THAT TYPE OF REACH YOU JUST A DAMN LAWYER WITH A WRESTLING MANAGER GIG. FUCK UP OUTTA HERE WITH THAT. Romeo smirks as he places the briefcase on the steel table in front of the first referree in question, Gary Pinson. ROMEO PRICE: You’d be surprised…..Now, I don’t mind if you stay but please do not interfere with this interrogation…… He looks over to RED taking another hit from his blunt. ROMEO PRICE: Do I make myself clear Mr. Ohno? RED nods as Romeo turns his attention back towards Gary. ROMEO PRICE: Hello….How are you this evening Mr. Pinson? Gary nervously nods at the general manager. GARY PINSON: Hey everything’s peachy. How are you sir? And may I say you’ve done excellent so far as general manager. I applaud your leadership. Romeo grunts. ROMEO PRICE: I don’t need you to kiss my ass Mr. Pinson….I don’t expect you to like me very much once this is over…. Romeo begins taking out some tools he uses when working….In his personal life. He places them on the table and closes the briefcase. Taking a deep breath he looks down at them. ROMEO PRICE: I’ll admit...A part of me will not enjoy this. A part of me will...But majority of me will not care… He sits down as he sits the briefcase to the side of the table. As he sits there he sits up straight and lifts up his right leg setting it on on left thigh. Crossing his arms he stares into the eyes of Gary for a moment letting the room become silent minus the sounds of RED inhaling the marijuana smoke. ROMEO PRICE: Do you know what it is I do Mr. Pinson? Gary looks down at the items on the table before looking back up at Romeo. His palms sweaty, he stutters for a moment. GARY PINSON: You...generally manage…? He winches after speaking, fearing the repercussions of a possibly wrong answer. Romeo smirks and nods. ROMEO PRICE: Yes….Here I “generally manage”. But that’s not what I meant. Don’t worry….I don’t expect someone with your mental capacity to understand exactly what I meant. I meant do you know what I do besides be the general manager of Defiance? You may of heard Mr. Ohno call me a lawyer….Yes….I am a lawyer. But I’m much...much more than just your typical lawyer. I’m what you call a fixer Mr. Pinson….My clients need a person such as me to solve their problems….Make their problems vanish as if they never existed…. Romeo tilts his head a bit noticing Pinson’s fear. ROMEO PRICE: And some days at a time I also work for an particular government agency but….I won’t get into much detail on that front. I understand you have two little girls….I saw them...At school playing with their friends during recess….Cute. It’d be a shame if…. Gary looks down and shakes his head. GARY PINSON: Oh no this is Cincinnati all over again...please...please no… He starts to tear up a bit. RED lowers his blunt looking around not sure what is going on but he shakes his head and begins to smoke...With caution. ROMEO PRICE: …..But that isn’t why we are here I’m afraid Mr. Pinson. There has been some questionable activity going on lately, particularly Crowned Royalty. I want you to answer a few questions for me….And I trust that you will answer truthfully… Romeo looks over to RED. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Ohno if I ask you to do something I’ll need you to do exactly that…. He looks back over to Gary slowly. ROMEO PRICE: May we begin? Gary nods nervously, looking over to RED for a moment. GARY PINSON: Look sir. I swear...I was swindled...I had no idea what was going on. I promise man. I’m not shitting you...I am. Not. Shitting you. ROMEO PRICE: So you are admitting that you have been involved in the winnings of certain superstars? Correct? Romeo raising an eyebrow and leans in closer. GARY PINSON: Oh no of course not. I am the most down the middle guy. Hey man my middle name’s Malcolm...I call it down the middle! I like to lax the rules a bit when I know there’s a lot of beef between wrestlers...but that’s for the fans man! Who would I be if I let a match between say...Emilio Vialpando and Joey Perello end on a minor technicality? I go beyond the call of duty! Romeo slams the desk causing Gary to jump. ROMEO PRICE: I don’t give the slightest fuck about iGNiTE matches goddamnit! You answer me correctly or I will not hesitate to start using these tools I have brought with me. What is your involvement with Killuminaughty?! Pinson swallows a loud gulp. He the chuckles. GARY PINSON: You saw it. I was out there and Cash Johnson knocked the hell out of me. I don’t know what their problem with me is. I never did anything to them that no other official with integrity would. Romeo sits back in his chair still staring hard at Gary. ROMEO PRICE: Is there anyone you suspect of being involved with the faction? GARY PINSON: Jerry Stevens. No doubt in my mind. You saw how he came out to the ring after I got knocked out? It’s like they had the fucker on standby! He’s the guy that goes around here following around Guy 1 and 2. He’s never ACTUALLY doing his job. Hell, he even assaulted me at Crowned Royalty! The guy is bad news sir. Bad news. Romeo nods as he looks off to the side. He sits for a moment and looks up to RED. ROMEO PRICE: Please have your men retrieve Mr. Stevens, Mr. Ohno…. RED nods as he exits the room. ROMEO PRICE: Thank you Mr. Pinson for your honesty...You may return to your regular duties….But do not repeat anything that has happened in this room, okay? You may go…. Gary doesn’t waste any time rushing out of his seat. GARY PINSON: Ay yai captain. He walks out of the room with a wide smile on his face. Romeo looks on. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph…. The scene comes to a close. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match set for one fall… introducing first…Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring at this time. 'Mr. 450' Trey Weathers.. 'Ghetto Strong' Rashad Weathers…. NO LIMITS 2.0!!!" The tron screams to life images of the back streets of on New York randomly flashing over it. Suddenly it is replaced with the beeping and image of a heart monitor. A few seconds of the piercing sound and the constant tone as the heart stops. The sound of automatic weapon fire replaces it before fading into Destroyer by Static The camera pans over the entrance ramp, but reveals no signs of either twin. The crowd's loud cheering and or booing depending on their taste draws the camera in that direction where we find No Limit 2.0 making their descent to the squared circle through the masses, both young mens' faces are covered with their trademark skeletal bandanas. A few of the braver members of the HKW fanbase take the opportunity to touch and get high fives from the duo as they continue their way to ringside. Upon reaching the barricade one twin hops over it and rolls forward and back to the vertical base on the other side. The other slingshots over the barrier. They turn their gaze on each other as they soak in the crowds response. They slide into the squared circle as the crowd pops for the signature saying of the group they model themselves after. Slowly they remove their jackets and facial covers and ascend the corners. Rashad takes one side while Trey takes the other. They turn their attention to the crowd as the music fades away. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, representing Killuminaughty… the team of “Televised Violence”... TALIA VALEN… and “Queen of Roses” INA INA!!! “Out of the Black” by Royal Blood plays, and the dark haired and dangerous beauty known as Talia Valen struts out, looking around the arena with a smirk; her compatriot and equally lovely Ina Ina striding strongly and confidently out, standing on the ramp and folds her arms. With a wave of their hands they disregard the audience, walking calmly to the ring. Talia pauses, looking into the camera licking her lips and crawls onto the apron, pacing like a wildcat back and forth, while Ina stands in front of her on the arena floor, pointing and bad-mouthing a few ringside fans. They slither into the ring, Talia running her hands through her hair while Ina balls up a fist and raises it high; a wicked grin on her face, done with the pageantry and ready for the fun to begin. BRIAN MASON: Alright, well… fresh off swerving everyone AGAIN at Crowned Royalty, we’ve got Talia and Ina here, representing Killuminaughty and the fans are letting them hear it. RANDY THE PILOT: For all the mean things they might do, you can’t argue these chicks are dangerous… and hot. ALEXA CORRA: That we can agree on Randy… let’s not make a habit of that though. ![]() NO LIMITS 2.0 VS. KILLUMINAUGHTY The bell rings and both teams go right at it, the referee seemingly has lost control of this one right from the start. Rashad catches Talia with a quick kick to the ribs and a bulldog, and then he and Trey double team Ina, nailing a calf kick/legsweep combo taking Ina to the mat. She rolls out of the ring in disgust, slapping the apron. Trey doesn’t give her a moment to catch her breath, running and leaping to the outside on top of her, nailing a breathtaking tope atomico that gets the crowd on their feet early! With Ina and Trey laid out on the outside, it looks like the ref is acknowledging Talia and Rashad as the legal participants in the ring. Rashad stays on Talia, nailing a scoop slam and a snap suplex. Playing to the crowd, Rashad leaps out to the apron… slingshot legdrop back into the ring… missed! Talia rolled out of the way and Rashad landed flat on his butt in the ring. With Rashad down in a seated position, Talia leaps up and runs at him… nails a running knee to the face! Talia drills Rashad with a double underhook suplex and covers… ONE! KICKOUT!! Ina and Trey have made their way back to their respective corners now. Talia gets up, trading evil smiles with Ina and she crawls out to the apron. She waits for Rashad to rise and then springboards in, nailing him with a dropkick and folding him up like an accordion. Talia is on him again, cradling for the pin. ONE! TWO!! Broken up by Trey!!! Ina runs right in and levels Trey with a chop block from behind, and then tosses him out of the ring. Ina jaws with the ref as Talia saunters around, a smirk on her lips as the fans give her hell. Ina Ina exits out to her corner and Talia leisurely tags her in. They trade a light kiss to the hoots and hollers of the fans. Ina just smiles and turns to Rashad, the smile fading to a scowl. Rashad staggers up to his feet and Ina runs at him and takes him back down with a flying headscissors takedown. She picks him up and whips him hard into the corner. She runs in and hits him with a flying butt splash. As Rashad staggers out of the corner, she slaps him hard on the ass and yells at him to tag his partner in. Trey has made it back up to the corner and he reaches out. Ina helps it along by throwing Rashad into his corner and waving her hands at Trey, taunting him to get in. Trey tags in and races at Ina. She takes a big swing at him, and Trey ducks and punches her back, then takes her to the mat with a snapmare and then dropkicks her in the back of the head. Trey picks her up with some clubbing blows and drops her with a snap DDT. He drops several knees across her face, and then nails a handstand legdrop, which got the crowd fired up. He covers… ONE! Kickout with authority!! Ina powered out strongly from that pin attempt, rolling up to her feet. Trey kicks her in the gut and sets up for a swinging neckbreaker… Ina swings right through it and shoves Trey hard chest-first into the turnbuckles. He staggers backwards from the corner, and Ina grabs him up… nails an atomic drop, picks him back up and nails another, and another, and another… after five atomic drops in a row, she nails him with a running bulldog, and covers. ONE! TWO!! Kickout!!! BRIAN MASON: Ina is incredibly strong, folks. I’ve gotta admit, love her or hate her, you can’t help but be impressed. RANDY THE PILOT: She’s making quite the impression on Trey’s tailbone, ya know? ALEXA CORRA: Kill.. kill ‘em… naughty! Killuminaughty… these bad bitches are well named! Ina gets him back up, lifts high for a stalling suplex… but Trey shifts his weight and is able to knee her in the head and escape the move. He catches her with a quick hurricanrana, and now both of them are down! The crowd is chanting and clapping, as each one crawls to their corners. Trey tags in Rashad, and Ina tags in Talia. Talia and Rashad race to the center of the ring, they both go for roundhouse kicks.. missed… they both go for dropkicks… missed. They both pop up to their feet, and Rashad taps his temple; the crowd applauding the stalemate exchange. Talia just smirks… and hits him with a kesagiri chop! The stinging blow causes Rashad to cover up his chest with both hands. Talia uses this moment to whip Rashad into the ropes, and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the rebound. She yells at the crowd… drills a pumphandle fall away slam. Now she stalks Rashad, who’s in a bit of a daze. She creeps up behind him, locks in the Million Dollar Dream sleeper hold. She’s cranking away at it, and Rashad is fading here… his arms go limp and the Referee raises his arm.. It falls once… It falls twice… Before a third try can be attempted, Trey leaps off the top rope and nails Talia with a missile dropkick, wiping her out! He rolls Rashad on her and runs out of the ring. ONE! TWO!! Talia kicks out!!! Rashad is still groggy as he gets to his feet… Talia is back up and tags in Ina, and Ina Ina leaps into the ring and jumps off the rope for leverage… nails the groggy Rashad with the Rose Pedal! Ina covers and Trey runs into the ring… but Talia meets him in the middle and drills him with the Splendid Answer. The ref drops down to count Ina’s cover… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners, the team of Ina Ina and Talia Valen… KILLUMINAUGHTY!!! The Weathers boys roll out of the ring, licking their wounds and mouthing off to them, but Ina and Talia just smirk and motion for them to run along. Talia motions for a microphone. TALIA VALEN: What you have just seen is the textbook case of one team just being better than the other one. You will be seeing this much, MUCH more in the very near future… as we ascend to the top tier… the apex of this company… your otherwise putrid tag team division. She hugs Ina and hands her the microphone, fixing her hair. Ina laughs and points to the crowd. INA INA: Simply put, we’re hungry. And in this instance, it’s not food we want… it those Tag Team Titles! Fair Warning, here we come, boys! She drops the mic as she and Talia pose, soaking in the boos from the crowd. BRIAN MASON: Well, they’ve certainly declared their intent to go after the gold, but can they back it up in the ring? RANDY THE PILOT: Ina can back it up, you seen that booty? ALEXA CORRA: Things are about to get very interesting around here. And I approve! Winners - Killuminaughty (Talia Valen and Ina Ina) - [11:10] ![]() ADVENTURES OF KILLUMINAUGHTY: HALL OF FRAN. ![]() Cameras cut to a ring in the well kept building in Japan. More than likely used for classical clean cut Puroresu. Not this time around - Fran walked out onto the stage with HKW World Champion - Felicity Banks - by her side. FRAN:FEL FEL REMEMBER I SAID I HAVE A 26TH GIFT FOR YOU?!? Fran screamed at the top of her lungs in the direction of her best friend. Felicity takes a moment to scan the build they were in and sees the Japanese people gathering around the stage. FELICITY BANKS:Why aren’t you people bowing down? Isn’t that what you do? Felicity stares out at the crowd blankly and motions for them to bow down to which they just tak amongst themselves. FELICITY BANKS:Peasants… She turns her head and looks at Fran. FELICITY BANKS:Yah, 26th gift for… 22nd birthday. Weird that it’s 26 total, but hey. I love presents! What is it?! What is it?! Fran's face brightened up - she soaked up her idol's approval and then turned to yell at one of the Japanese men. FRAN:GO GET THAT THINGAMAGIC. GO! GO! GO! The man ran out of the room for a moment. He came back just as quickly with what looked ling a ring case. As well as a perfectly rolled scroll. FRAN:FEL FEL. FOR ALL YOUR CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE WORLD THIS HAS TO HAPPEN. IT'S AN ACCOLADE SO BIG. SO MIND BLOWING. IT AIN'T EVER GONNA BE REACHABLE FOR SOME OF THE PEOPLE ON THE ROSTER. LISTEN HERE, FEL FEL. THERE WAS NEVER A CHAMPION AS GREAT AS YOU. EVER. YOU TOOK ON ALL COMERS. YOU FED THE POOR. YOU SINGLE HANDEDLY CURED CANCER. YOU THINK I'M LYING. GO ON VINE AND LOOK UP "GIRL THAT LUMP DISAPPEARED WHEN SHE SAW FEL." THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF, PEOPLE! One of the women in the crowd could be heard mumbling in Japanese. FRAN:SHUT UP! YOU'RE JUST GRUMPY BECAUSE YOU'RE A MARRIED OLD HAG.....AND FELICITY IS ALREADY A MILLIONAIRE AT 22. .....ANYWAYS, FEL FEL. WOULD YOU DO ME THE HONOR OF BEING THE FIRST. VERY FIRST INDUCTEE INTO THE WORLD WRESTLING HALL OF FRAN??????????? KEEP IN MIND. THIS HALL OF FAME TRUMPS ANY OTHER HALL OF FAME FROM ANY OTHER WRESTLING COMPANY. FIRST INDUCTEE...... Drum roll. FRAN:FELICITY BANKS. REMEMBER THAT NAME Y'ALL. BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU'RE A NOBODY. PRAISING FEL IS A TREND NOW. GO AHEAD FEL FEL, TELL THEM WHAT THIS MOMENT MEANS. CONSIDERING YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'LL EVER BE GREAT ENOUGH TO HAVE THIS HONOR. Fran snatched the ring case from the man. Opening it to reveal the golden ring topped off by a big ruby. Fran hovered the case in front of Felicity's face awaiting permission to slide the ring on her finger. FELICITY BANKS:Wow. I mean, seriously...wow. After all the awards I won in Vegas. Retaining my title at Crowned Royalty. This… this has to be the best thing yet! Felicity grabs the ring and slides it on her pinky. FELICITY BANKS:196 days...that’s 6 months and 12 days… that’s also 140 week days and 56 weekends… annnnd 28 weeks! That’s how long it took me to earn this illustrious honor of being the first person inducted into the Hall of Fran. Because since my epic reign of wrestling class and royalty began, I’ve brought this little ‘developmental’ territory to neeeeew horizons. I brought talent to neeeeeew levels. I’ve had matches... matches you Japanese people and your ‘talents’ aren’t allowed to feast your dirty eyes on. The wrestling part of the crowd boo Felicity heavily as she glances down at her ring. FELICITY BANKS:The Hall of Fran… it might be the biggest accomplishment that there is in the professional wrestling world, hell, even in life! And I’m happy to be the very first inductee. I’d like to thank my parents for putting me on this world and letting you peasants see greatness personified. I’d like to thank Mrs. Sharpe my cheerleading coach because without her and cheerleading I wouldn’t be able to do some of the things that I do in the ring. But more importantly than that… I want to thank my MYSELF… For willingly coming here to Japan and gracing you peasants and mongrols with my presence. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? They boo heavily, Fran chuckling in the background. FELICITY BANKS:This tour? It’s stupid. FRAN:I'll translate what Fel Fel is saying, since SHE doesn't owe you people any explanation. I'll explain. She said this tour stupid....y'all need to clean up y'all act for Queen. She don't wanna wrestle in this country. FELICITY BANKS:You people? You’re stupid. FRAN:Y'all stupid. Smarten up for Queen. FELICITY BANKS:Your arenas? They’re stupid and not fit for a queen! FRAN:Your arenas look like abandoned crackhead buildings she said....not fit for Queen..... Felicity looks at Fran and nods in approval. FELICITY BANKS:We’re leaving the minute this shows over. The entire Killuminaughty are taking the HKW JET and getting out of this...swamp and heading back home where humanity has actually evolved from cave people. She takes one more look at the ring. FELICITY BANKS:Now that I’m an official Hall of Franner, I’m not going to slow down like anyone else would. As a matter of fact, I’m going to bring it up another a gear. I’m going to wear this ring proudly and make peasant such as yourselves bow before me like you all will be when you’re allowed to. The crowd boos are nearly flooding Fran and Felicity out at this point. FELICITY BANKS:And that is now… Bow down! Fel spreads her arm out and eats up the jeers and two cheers while Fran fans Felicity with an elderly Japanese woman's prescription pill bottle. Attempting to get any type of air off it that she could. When Fran figured it wasn't working she tossed the pills then lifted Felicity's arm in the air. Fran looked around and saw an elderly lady with a hand fan and dashed toward her. Felicity watched on as Fran seemed calm at first, but then lunged forward and ripped the hand fan from the lady. If that wasn’t enough, she took a few steps back and kicked the lady with a spin kick to the abdomen. FELICITY BANKS:Shiiit. The elderly lady calls for security or police or anyone to help as Fran dashes back toward Felicity and brings the fan up with a grin. FELICITY BANKS:Yeah… lets go. Fast. Go. Now. Lets… NOW! Two rent-a-cops enter the stage area and see the elderly lady on the ground. She points in Fran and Felicity’s direction, but the duo had quickly vanished into the crowd, away from the rent a cops. They call something into their walkie talkies as the picture fades. |
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![]() “This Calling” by All That Remains plays and mixed cheers/boos emerge. Zakk Lewis appears on the stage wearing normal casual clothing. He looks over to the crowd, and walks down nonchalant towards the ring. He walks up the steps and gets inside. He then walks over and reaches his hand for a microphone and is given one. His music stops, but the crowd stays cheering and booing. He snickers. ZAKK LEWIS: Ching Chang Chew Wee, right? Crowd boos. ZAKK LEWIS: Kidding. We hear some of the crowd laugh. ZAKK LEWIS: Well, to be honest. I never expected to ever come to Japan. But here I am, and so far it’s been alright. Nothing’s pissed me off yet in this place. It’s actually quite nice, really. If you can get over the fact everyone eats sushi and has radiation poison. It’s not bad. The crowd boos this. ZAKK LEWIS: Kidding, again. No, I…. He wipes his mouth. ZAKK LEWIS: You see I’ve been employed back in Hard Knox Wrestling for two weeks now. While it’s great to be back. I still find myself unhappy. Maybe it’s the fact I haven’t had a match since Cyncica. But, I do have to face dem redneck hooligans later, eh? Three-on-One. Whoopie. He then paces. ZAKK LEWIS: I’ve been in Hard Knox Wrestling since the birth. I was apart of the Genesis development, and sure I didn’t come in strong like most did. But when I was in R.I.P, it made me really think of who I was. I was the peasant boy that everyone thought. Everyone saw right through me, and made jokes at me. Coffeeboy, errandboy, Reaper Bitch, you name it. I was called everything. Doing dirty work of those who wouldn’t do. Making runs for those who didn’t think they could make it. That was me. Zachary Andrew Lewis. And I find myself wandering to this day. Was it even worth it. I believe so. Paces back and forth. ZAKK LEWIS: When I decided to go off solo, and fight my brother. I was grasping for straws. And I know this. I…. I yelled at everyone. Made hell of enemies, and just cursed at everyone. Even the ones who tried to show sympathy for me. But you see, I don’t need sympathy. I was growing. Something a lot of today’s wrestlers don’t. I needed to grow up, and grasping for straws was just something I thought at the time could of worked, so I ran with it. I busted my ass since then. I put on a show for each and everyone one of you. Because I wanted to, whether my selfish ways got in the way. He then looks over to the crowd. ZAKK LEWIS: What i’m about to say is something about 90 % of the company won’t have the balls to say. You’ve all may of realized this by now. But, I have no friends. No one. My parents are dead. My brother and I are estranged. I have no one. I live in a home away from society. And sometimes, I wonder everyday where I’m going to go. But, I do know. I learned a year ago that my life was in this company. But I must tell you all that I’m still not happy. Inside, I’m still a furiously, hungry kid. But I’m more calm and collected. But, I’m outrageously angry. Because, while being back for two weeks and catching up. I’ve watched people on twitter, and re-watched the shows, looking around for answers. And I’ve realized that something occurred to me. No one still respects me, and a lot of people are self-centered asswipes. It’s funny. When I was fighting my brother. Only a hand few people really cared to witness the history in the making. People just skimmed through it, and judged me as a nuisance, and I can understand that. But I’ll make this clear. This shit is not fair. He turns around slowly. ZAKK LEWIS: For a whole year, whether I was bad or good. I busted my ass for this company. Day in and Day out. And I will say this that in my opinion, Hard Knox Wrestling has become something that I never thought it would be. A group of people giving blowjobs and trying to make their way into this company’s top. That’s not the whole roster. But, it sickens me that these people do these type of kissassery and make it in this company. People who don’t even work and still get opportunities. It’s fucking annoying. Excuse my language, but it really is. Salem Cartier is one of them. People like her because she’s a Twitter Queen. That’s it. Why she’s still given opportunities or still the Cyber Champion. Beats me. Probably always tweeting and chatting it up with Brandon Banks. Trying to keep her place. Good thing, Salem. Joey Miles at least has proven he’s something in this company the last few weeks. Why not make a trade, throw him on iGNITE, and hope he wins the Cyber Championship. At least we’ll have a champion who actually works. How about Kenshin Takamura? And no offense Japan. The only reason why this man is even popular in HKW because he’s one of the first Asians to come to HKW besides Jin. Why? Because he’s different. That’s all. So people gloat on it. Hell, I’m surprised Michael Alexander with all the times he’s flaked around, still gets an opportunity. Gia Levi. Beauty is a way to get pushed in 2014. Nina Stokes doesn’t get opportunities, but needs to leave HKW. 97% of roster hates her. Wonder why. How about instead of trying to mack on every girl on twitter, and keep your focus on the shows. Wait, think I’m thinking of someone else. He then leans on the ropes. ZAKK LEWIS: Emilio Vialpondo, Jason Mentez. Two names who bust their ass here and are a lesson to people in this company that should work hard. RIP works hard, and they aren’t even paid. Really. Let’s give other names. Alex J. No one even knows who this is, but she works her ass off. But you know Gia Levi? Alright. How about Cole. The one who knows Morse Code? Just got here. Proving himsef. Not kissing ass, but flipping off the people who tries to throw shit his way. A role model for newbies. Hell even Ryan Corey works hard and he’s damn near about to bite the dust. And Felicity Banks. We don’t see eye-to-eye, but I will give her my respect. She’s the most hard working person in this business. But so am I. And so I have been even when I was employed before. He then clenches his fist. ZAKK LEWIS: My point is I am getting sick and tired of never getting the opportunities I deserve. Tired of half-assed, lazy, ass kissing douche bags getting all the opportunities that people like me and other underrated folks do not receive. I’ve bled, sweat, and poured so much into this company and I don’t get anything. I got to be apart of the AONS Tournament. Great. But that’s it. True, my career just started. But so have many others? And they got their opportunities? I’m not standing in this ring looking for attention, because believe me a lot of the roster like to grasp for attention on twitter. I don’t grasp for attention. I don’t need attention. I just want what I fought hard for. I’m not standing here demanding a World Title shot nor to be the most pushed superstar in the company. I just want a chance, because I’m tired. i’ll admit. I’m tired. I know I’ve been absent for some time, but that doesn’t mean anything. I know I could of just vanished, but my heart tells me to stay in HKW. That’s why I fought my way back into this company. This company doesn’t need change like so many wrestlers claim it does. It just needs a chance. I’m not the best wrestler in the world, but I damn near think I’m one of the best. And I came back to see if Hard Knox Wrestling will give me that chance. I’m not going to beg, nor am I going to write a 5 page rant to them about it. I want them to see for themselves, and purge all these useless talent that do nothing but come here for a check and to get the spotlight for 15 minutes. Get the opportunities that I and others in HKW deserve. He then looks up the crowd. ZAKK LEWIS: Facing ASH means nothing to me. But, what they did to me couple weeks ago was not in the best interest. Then stares at the camera. ZAKK LEWIS: You hillbillies think you’re all high and mighty, and holy than thou. But you’ll have some red to go with your white capes. I’ll make sure you all end up in a hospital with your liver hanging out before cirrhosis gets it. Zakk Lewis then drops the microphone, and walks back up the ramp. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match set for one fall.. introducing first… Making her way to the ring... from Las Vegas, NV... AVA ADORE! 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. all 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. this 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… Ladies and gentlemen, originating from Milan, Italy weighing in at 146lbs, NEOOON. The faster tempo of 'Trouble by Neon Jungle' disseminates around the sold out show as Neon makes her way onto the stage as the dark blue strobelights circulate around the arena illuminating the faces of the fans and making her platinum coloured hair glisten. She walks out unfazed by the crowd reaction as if ignorant to their presence, with a completely determined look upon her face. As soon as she reaches the stage's ending, she turns around, her back towards the fans and facing the area she just exited and raises her arms into the arm gracefully as her leather studded jackets drapes over her shoulders. She holds the pose for a little under 5 seconds before returning to her original position to face the fans once more. The music quickens in pace as she begins making her way slowly down the ramp, her gaze not flickering, focused purely on the ring. She sheds her leather jacket, throwing it from her shoulders and it slinks to the floor. The fans reach their arms out expecting for her to respond and touch them however the gesture is no reciprocated by Neon as she continues walking again with ill regard of their presence. She ends her walk down the ramp and walks straight toward the apron closest and grabbing the second ring rope clambers onto it with one pull of mighty force. Once standing upon it, Neon wastes no time and lifts her right leg over the second rope, ducking under the top rope and then bringing her other leg over so she now stands in the ring. She walks staunchly towards the ropes that layer the right side of the ring and jumps onto the second one, still with the determined and focused looks she entered the view with. She lifts her left leg over the top rope, so she has both legs on the second rope only wrapped over the top one before elevating her arms elegantly before wrapping them around one another and sliding them slowly from each of their grasp. She returns her right leg back to its origins, lifting it over the top rope and instantaneously jumps back to the canvas, sending a vibration and a thud sound echoing. The determined and intent expression still has not left her face as she walks to the ring's centre awaiting for the match to begin as she takes on the task of performing various stretches with her arms. . . BRIAN MASON: This should be a good one, both of these ladies have held gold and made waves in their own right in this industry. RANDY THE PILOT: Ava has the edge in tattoos, while I would say NEON has the edge in crazy. ALEXA CORRA: There’s nothing wrong with tattoos, or a bit of crazy. If NEON’s on her game, she’ll take this. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! The bell rings and NEON flies right at Ava, a furious mix of kicks, punches, scratches and gouges trying to disorient Ava from the get-go. NEON keeps her attacks switched up, to keep Ava off her game. Eventually Ava blocks and slaps away a huge forearm blow, then grasps NEON roughly by the hair and leaps into the air, cracking her hard in the forehead with a massive leaping headbutt. NEON’s eyes go cross slightly on that and she staggers a step or two away. Ava cuts her no slap and runs up to her gripping her, and nailing a massive exploder suplex that topples NEON down to the mat. Ava follows this with a butterfly kick and another nasty headbutt, which causes NEON’s hands to fly toward her face covering up. Ava ducks around behind quickly and tosses her like a ragdoll…a booking overhead release German suplex! Ava stands and watches NEON like some prey she is about to pounce on; NEON backpedals, scooting on her butt to the corner, before lifting herself with the aide of the ropes, wiping her nose and trying to regroup. Ava runs at her, and NEON sidesteps and catches her with a drop toe hold, which slams Ava’s face into the second turnbuckle. NEON up quickly, whips around and dropkicks her in the back of the head, mashing her face into the buckle again. BRIAN MASON: Nice little counter, and the advantage turns the Italian’s way. RANDY THE PILOT: Speaking of, think they sell spaghetti at the concession stand? ALEXA CORRA: The mere thought of that sounds f’n disgusting. NEON hauls up Ava and backs her into the corner, drilling her with several European uppercuts and a spinning heel kick. Now she yanks her out of the corner and lifts her up into a fireman’s carry… spinning around she lifts her and drops her down across her knees, a vicious gutbuster. NEON covers, hooking the leg…. ONE! Kickout!! NEON gets her back up, hitting some more European uppercuts to keep her off balance. With Ava wobbling, NEON bounces off the ropes… nails a leg lariat! NEON jumps on Ava and slams her head off the mat, punching and slapping her too. NEON gets back up, dragging Ava to her feet. She hooks up Ava for a suplex… starts the lift, but blocked by Ava. Ava grabs NEON by the waistband and reverse it, nailing a suplex of her own! With both women down momentarily, the crowd rises… and Ava sits up, wiping at her mouth. She grabs NEON by the hair and picks her up. Ava nails a reverse roundhouse kick, and then she cinches in a full nelson hold. With the crowd anticipating what was coming, Ava lifted NEON off her feet and dropped down… sit-out Full Nelson atomic drop! Ava deftly rolls back up to her feet, rubbing her hands together she grabs NEON, who was trying to get away. Ava would have none of it and hit her smoothly with a leg-hook Saito suplex. Ava bounced up to her feet once more, picking up the staggered NEON she wheeled her around and cinched in and inverted headlock… drops down for the Ghost Movement (swinging inverted DDT) and covers… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! NEON has some fight left, and she gets up to her feet, coughing. Ava goes to pick her up… looking for Say Goodnight (inverted death valley driver), but somehow NEON rolls through it, flipping over onto her feet she drills the slightly stunned Ava in the gut with a boot, doubling her over. Quick as lightning, NEON bounces off the ropes, leaping for Lights Out (scissors kick)… but Ava leaned back and dodged it at the last moment. Now Ava grabs her again, lifts her and sends her crashing down with Say Goodnight. But the impact, sent NEON rolling under the ropes and falling out to the arena floor. Ava, looking a bit miffed at that, rolls out to pursue her. She picks her up, but NEON wheels on her and scratches her eyes. NEON staggering over to the announcer area. Ava wipes at her eyes and pursues her… and NEON turns around… and clocks her with the ring bell! The referee saw it clearly and has no choice here! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… as a result of a disqualification… AVA ADORE!!! BRIAN MASON: NEON took the desperate way out here. ALEXA CORRA: Well, win or lose… you look and tell me who’s standing tall and who’s laying on the ground holding their head. Sometimes that matters more. RANDY THE PILOT: And surprisingly no ring bells were harmed during the course of this match. Barely. NEON just smirks holding the bell up high as she walks toward the back. Ava slowly gets to her feet, holding the side of her head and seething. Winner via disqualification - Ava Adore (8:14) ![]() It’s the night of Defiance and the camera’s quickly scan backstage of the Aoi-mori Arena in Aomori, Japan. The show has been pretty exciting so far, stacked with a lot of action, but as we are focused backstage, we see “The Devil’s Favorite Reject” Nicole Starr skipping backstage. She doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to what is going on around her, but as she skips, she’s twirling her black hair around her finger, twisting and twirling her head back and forth. As she skips, she manages to skip right into someone standing in front of her, but because she wasn’t paying attention she ended up falling onto the ground. As she fell, she looked down, shaking out her head and crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes seemed to grow wide, raising her voice loudly as she spoke. NICOLE STARR: EXCUSE YOU? Can’t you see that someone important is skipping through here? Ya know, you should really be more careful and look around where you just stand around. She glares down still not sure who is standing in front of her. She lets out an irritated and angry sigh, before brushing her hair out of her face. NICOLE STARR: Maybe if you didn’t just stand there like a freakin’ statue, you would have saw me coming! Don’t you know who I am? I am NICOLE STARR. I am one of the fastest rising stars of this company today! She lets out another angry sigh, before finally getting up to her feet looking at the person who has their back turned towards her. She stomps her foot, extending out her hand and poking the man’s shoulder roughly. NICOLE STARR: HEY! I am talking you know! TURN AROUND YOU FREAK! She shouts, but her jaw drops and a grin forms across her face as she sees who is in front of her. #TankGrin TANK: Well hello there pocket rocket. Standing there with his arms crossed Tank looked down at her. Nicole was one of his best friends. If he’d have seen her coming, he’d have not been in her way. TANK: Tank is sorry Nicole. Is Nicole okay? #TankHug Tank literally picked Nicole up off her feet with the hug as he gives her a little squeeze before putting her back down on her feet. NICOLE STARR: Oh, yeah I’m Fine TankyPop, just didn’t know that was you. With half the people around here being ignorant puppets you never know who you might run into here. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head lightly. Her eyes light up with excitement as she looks at her friend backstage, and tilts her head looking confused. NICOLE STARR: But...wait a minute...I thought...what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were on Defiance…. She scratches her head, before stepping closer to him, twirling her small frame back and forth looking at him with her large eyes. NICOLE STARR: Are you here to visit??? #TankSmile TANK: Tank came here to talk about maybe signing a contract. That and Tank had to come see Nicole, Tank’s favorite wrestler of course. Pulling out a sub roll from his pocket, Tank takes a bite out of it before offering some to Nicole. TANK: Does Nicole want some? NICOLE STARR: I’m okay, thanks. She shakes her head before looking up at him smirking. She seems to look a little suspicious, before skipping around him in a circle, grinning from ear to ear. NICOLE STARR: Possible contract, huh? Interesting...very, very interesting… She continues to skip, before smirking and jumping right in front of him, letting out a sneaky giggle. NICOLE STARR: I am most certainly honored that I am your favorite wrestler...it’s actually quite cool to know that. But what’s even cooler is that you’ll possibly be on Defiance as well...or that second rate brand iGNITE..but I’m assuming since you are here, that you would be on Defiance which is pretty awesome...it is so awesome….that Nicole is thinking. Nicole is coming up with ideas. Nicole would certainly love to have her friend here...because let’s face it, with a company like this, it’s good to have people who have your back…. Nicole grins, stepping closer looking up at him tilting her head smirking. NICOLE STARR: And Nicole doesn’t see any reason as to why Tank wouldn’t have her back...right? She looks at him with her sneaky eyes, smirking awaiting his response. TANK: Of course Tank will have Nicole’s back, Tank promises in fact. Tank puts the other half of his sub roll back into his pocket before doing the #TankGrin TANK: Also, Tank is on Defiance because apparently Brandon had a special request from someone for Tank to be on Defiance. That and Tank got to meet Heath Harper earlier. What is Heath like? Does Nicole know Heath? Cause Heath is taking Tank out on a shopping spree and buying Tank a new TV. #TankDance When Tank finally stops dancing, he brushes himself down. TANK: Not only that but Heath seems to want to talk business too with Tank. Something about Heath wanting to be Tank’s friend and not having Tank be one of the people that Heath hurts. Nicole glares at him, before smirking. NICOLE STARR: Do I know him? He was part of the match I was in earlier tonight….so yeah… I would say I know him… She shakes her head slightly, before grinning. NICOLE STARR: Well….all I’m going to say is keep your friends close and your enemies closer...because you never know what may happen.. She grins, before looking around the area, and then back up at him. NICOLE STARR: But since you are here, why don’t we go explore the area and cause some trouble..I mean...uh...check out catering? TANK: Tank demolished that earlier. Tank is going to take Nicole out for dinner. Without warning Tank scoops Nicole up in his arms, holding her like a baby as he makes his way off down the backstage area. ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/linkin_park/linkin-park-guilty-all-the[/soundcloud] As the scene fades in to pitch black "Guilty All The Same" by. Linkin Park feat. Rakim fades. A fire begins to build in the background....The sounds of the flames crackling play along with the sounds of the guitar for a minute until the piano begins to play and a man with long tie dyed hair is seen standing front of fire staring at it with a strange sense of happiness. As the Japanese crowd watches they notice just who it is....Flame. FLAME: Hard Knox Wrestling...Hello... The crowd erupts as they watch seeing the legendary Flame they have been able to watch at first hand as he wrestles in Japan Pro Wrestling in recent months. He smirks as he crouches near the fire. The flames within the fire begin to grow showing his hazel eyes along with his warm smile. Flame doesn't move a muscle as he looks into the fire getting a bit lost in it. FLAME: Will you take this journey with me? Will you burn with me? Will you come and witness the pain I feel....I want to share it with you....I want to share it with you all....I'm so close to home....I feel like I'm home...I think...I think I'm home.... He tilts his head a bit. FLAME: But I want to share it with you....I want to share my home with you all....Will you burn with me Hard Knox Wrestling? As he turns his head towards the camera his body disappears leaving the viewers wondering where he went. Flame's laughter begins to to echo until he appears in front of the camera with a devilish grin. FLAME: Don't be afraid....I'm only here to help you....Let me help you...Welcome to Japan ladies and gentlemen...I'll be seeing you soon.... Flames body fades away again and he is then seen sitting in front of the fire indian style as he smiles looking into the fire. He reaches into the fire and begins to laugh as the scene fades to black once again while the music continues to play in the background. Please welcome Hard Knox Wrestling's Special Guest For The Divine Supremacy Tour....FLAME! Tell us all again What you think we should be What the answers are What it is we can't see Tell us all again How to do what you say How to fall in line How there's no other way But oh, we all know You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall! Shut up Nobody cares what you have to say Shut up Nobody's listening to you anyway As the fans erupt into a chorus of boos Francesca makes her way out to the top of the ramp looking out to the audience with much more confidence than she previously had. You got your eye liner done wrong Fake nails too long Fingers all up in my face Trying to put me in my place And you Think you Can just say what you wanna But tonight I'm gonna gonna WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first from the garden state! CAPTAIN HKWWWW, FRAN! Fran inhaled as she moved down the ramp looking out to the audience with a disgusted look on her face. Even going as far as to snatch her arm away from a child who reached out to tap her arm. She shot a mean stare at the fans before proceeding down the ramp. BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH Fran gets into the squared ring with some enthusiasm. Walking to one side of it in order to wait for the next person to come out. There's no holding me back I'm not driven by fear I'm just driven by anger The intro to "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace began to play and the crowd erupts as Kai slowly walks out onto the stage,his painted face hidden underneath the hooded trench coat as he stopped at the top of the stage. He takes a look around, staring impassively out into the sea of fans in the arena, before he starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the fans on either side of the isle, and stays completely focused on the ring. And you're under attack I'm just climbing up slowly I'm the one and only Kai walks down to ringside and stops, staring very intently at the ring. He doesn't move for a few moments, just simply staring at the ring as if analyzing it in his mind. He turns towards the steel and walks towards them, before lifting up his coat tails as he he quickly walks up and onto the ring apron. The tease, the way, the lie The stumble in your mind The fear, the hope inside They hit there... But Whatever you need 'Ever you got 'Ever you want I'll take back again! Whatever you need 'Ever you got 'Ever you want I'll take back again.. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent... Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 210 Pounds, KAI!!! Kai steps through the middle ropes and begins shrugging off his trench coat, before tossing it out of the ring. He walks over to the far corner, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the corner as he stares across the ring stoically, waiting for the match to begin. ![]() KAI VS. FRAN DING DING DING! The match starts off with Fran jumping toward Kai like a rabbit and getting directly in his face. Kai doesn’t look amused as Fran begins verbally berating him; calling him a midcarder amongst other things. Not one for speaking, Kai looks over at the Japanese crowd and then nearly decapitates Fran with a monstrous short-arm clothesline. Fran stays down for a moment as Kai circles around her. Fran crawls toward the ropes, but Kai grabs onto her ankle and pulls her away. Fran rolls over onto her back and uses her free leg to boot Kai away, finally making it to the ropes. Kai goes in for another attack but Fran jabs her thumb into Kai’s eye, stalling him a moment. Referee Willis gives Fran a warning, telling her he’ll disqualify her if she pulls something like that off again. Fran throws her hand in his face and dashes toward Kai and hits a throwback facebuster! BRIAN MASON: Should I be surprised she didn’t get disqualified there? ALEXA CORRA: For a poke to the eye? Are you a pussycat, Mase? RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, bruh. We seen a lot worse in HKW matches. BRIAN MASON: That’s true. I guess with everything else happening with referees and corruption I--- ALEXA CORRA: Spoke out of your ass? No worries, Mase. We’re used to it. Fran screams at the downed Kai as he makes it to his knees. Fran bounces of the ropes and goes for a tilt a whirl headscissors takedown, but Kai turns Fran’s momentum against her and executes a tilt-a-whirl slam! Kai doesn’t let up and immediately drops elbow after elbow onto Fran before lifting her to a vertical base. He whips her into the corner and charges in for a body avalanche, but Fran slides herself in between the top two ropes and hits Kai with kick to the face! Kai stumbles back as Fran climbs to the top rope. She waits for Kai to turn around and goes for a seated senton, but Kai catches her! RANDY THE PILOT: Kai Bomb, bruh?! Instead of powerbombing Fran into the ring, Kai charges toward the ropes and attempt to Jackknife Fran out of the ring, but Fran holds onto Kai’s head and hurricanrana’s him out of the ring with her! ALEXA CORRA: Ayeee, Fran with the nice hurricanrana out of the ring. Not too shabby. BRIAN MASON: A surprisingly good contest thus far… RANDY THE PILOT: Surprisingly? BRIAN MASON: I assumed she would have sent Krane or Matador or-- ALEXA CORRA: Jesus christ! Call the match! Fran gets to her feet first, but Kai’s soon after. Fran catches Kai with a forearm to the face as the referees count gets up to five. Fran yells at the referee and tells him to stop counting, but Kai slips behind her and goes to German Suplex her into the guardrail! .. but Fran sets her foot in between Kai’s and blocks the attack. “SIX!” Fran elbows Kai in the face until he releases the hold and pushes him back into the guardrail. Fran slides into the ring while Kai recovers. “SEVEN!” Kai sees Fran inside the ring and walks toward it but Fran’s right there to hit a baseball slide kick to knock Kai back again! “EIGHT!” Fran yells for the referee to hurry his count while Kai staggers back to his feet. Kai runs toward the ring and tries to slide it once more, but Fran’s right there for another slide kick, only this time, Kai gets out of the way and Fran goes sliding out of the ring. Kai slides back into the ring before the count of nine, and he restarts the count with Fran frustrated on the outside. “ONE!” Kai motions for Fran to bring it in the ring to a big pop from the Japanese crowd, but Fran decided to throw a fit instead. She paced around the ring and ended up near the announce table. “TWO!“ She grabbed Randy’s iPad and made her way over toward Whisper, telling her she’s gonna need her to announce something. “THREE!” BRIAN MASON: The hell is going on? ALEXA CORRA: Don’t ask me. RANDY THE PILOT: Bitch better gimmie my jawn back. Fran tells the camera to focus on the iPad and pulls up a google page that reads “Facepaint allergy.” “FOUR!” She points at and tells the cameraman if he sees and points a rash that looked like ring burn on her arm. “FIVE!” ALEXA CORRA: Damn. I think the Captain’s allergic to face paint. Kai is cheating! “SIX!” Fran shifts her focus to Whisper and tells her to repeat after her as she leans forward and whispers in her ear. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… The Captain has informed me that due to Kai’s obvious disconcern for her safety… “SEVEN!” WHISPER VIPER: ... with a well-known allergy to face paint, the winner of this match via disqualification… CAPTAAAIINNN FRAAAAAN! Fran runs around the ring and celebrates as if she had just won the World championship. Kai stays in the ring and simply shakes his head while Fran points and laughs. “EIGHT!” Fran yells at the referee to stop the count since she won as she heads toward the ramp. ALEXA CORRA: What THE HELL IS SHE DOING OUT HERE! Nina Stokes hops over the guardrail and stops behind Fran. The crowd explodes causing Fran to look around anxiously, but Stokes grabbed a hold of Fran by her tights and dragged her back to the ring! “NINE!” Nina slides Fran in at the last possible second, causing Fran to lose her mind. Fran snapped at Nina, not realizing that behind her was an annoyed Kai. RANDY THE PILOT: This ain’t good, bruh… Fran continues to verbally berate Nina, while Nina simply tells her to turn around. It was then that Fran remembered she still had a match and turned around into a kick to the midsection from Kai, and… BRIAN MASON: KAI BOMB! Kai hits the high speed powerbomb on Fran to a big pop from the crowd. He crawls toward Fran and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… KAAAAIIII! “Whatever” blares throughout the arena as Kai gets his hand raised in victory. The camera shows Nina Stokes on the outside with a grin on her face, applauding Kai. ALEXA CORRA: That little troll just haaaad to get involved, didn’t she? Asshat. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, after all the shit Fran done pulled on her I can’t blame her. This only a little bit of payback. BRIAN MASON: Regardless, Kai picks up the big win here on Defiance! Nina and Kai exchange brief eye contact as Kai heads up the ramp. Nina shift her focus back on Fran as Fran starts coming to. Nina sarcastically applauds Fran and laughs as she heads back up the ramp. Fran start throwing a hissy fit in the ring and nearly punches the referee but decides against it. Defiance goes to an advertisement… WINNER VIA PINFALL - KAI (7:16) ![]() ![]() The scene fades back in the room where Romeo is seen looking at his phone. The door swings open as RED shoves referee Jerry Stevens in the room. RED: GET CHO’ ASS IN THERE! I AIN’T GON’ SAY IT AGAIN NINJA! Romeo looks over his shoulder and looks Jerry up and down before looking back to his phone. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Stevens….Please, have a seat…. Jerry looks around and then notices the instruments on the desk. ROMEO PRICE: I said…. RED pushes Jerry towards the chair and forces him down on the chair. ROMEO PRICE: ...Have a seat. JERRY STEVENS: Good evening Mr. Price. Some tip top security you have here. Jerry gives a mean glare to RED before looking back over to Romeo. JERRY STEVENS: Now what can I help you out with sir? Romeo chuckles as RED heads over to the corner and lights up another blunt. ROMEO PRICE: They’re not under my employment unfortunately Mr. Stevens….Which you should be thankful for. I have reasons to believe you have your hands in a couple cookie jars around here is that true? You’re the guy to come to when something is...Needed. He smirks as he places his phone back in his inner jacket pocket. Jerry raises an eyebrow and looks around. JERRY STEVENS: Me? Please. I’m still kind of new around here. None of my colleagues even like me. ROMEO PRICE: Why wouldn’t they like you? You seem like a decent enough gentleman. Romeo chuckles. ROMEO PRICE: I mean, I can’t possibily see why they wouldn’t….Well maybe it’s when stuff such as… Romeo leans over onto the table and grabs the remote to the television located in the upper corner. He turns it on and Stevens is seen punching fellow referee Gary Pinson. Romeo smiles and laughs a bit. ROMEO PRICE: Maybe it’s when things such as that happens...I’m not exactly sure… He turns back to Stevens tossing the remote back onto the table. ROMEO PRICE: I’ve heard quite a bit about you around backstage Mr. Stevens….Some of it quite comical in fact but most of it disgust to me to even think that you are employed by this company… Romeo grunts. ROMEO PRICE: There’s quite a few individuals that make me sick knowing that they are employed here quite frankly, so don’t flatter yourself too much Mr. Stevens. Jerry shakes his head. JERRY STEVENS: You listen to anything Gary says? Sheesh maybe you aren’t as smart as you look right now. Gary Pinson? Seriously? He’s the biggest snake in the locker room! He treats this place like it’s high school with they way he cliques up and bullies the other officials. The new guys and good ones who do things by the book...he torments us. Jerry starts to rub his knees. JERRY STEVENS: Of course he’s going to cry about me hitting him but if you rewind that video back a few moments you’ll see him feeding me a knuckle sandwich first! When he was incapacitated during the main event, I ran down to the ring to give the fans what they deserved: a clear no-questions-asked ending. Romeo sits there with a smirk on his face. ROMEO PRICE: You know...I don’t have time for this finger pointing bull shit. I saw what you did. I’ve watched the tape a few times now and it’s strange that you would punch him...You and Mr. Johnson? Tell me Mr. Stevens….Are you under Killuminaughty’s influence? Don’t lie to me Mr. Stevens….There will be consequences…. JERRY STEVENS: It’s strange that I would punch a man that hit me first? Is this wrestling or ballet Mr. Price? Look, with all due respect, I believe you’re looking at this through the lens of a man who’s doing nothing but trying to save his own ass. PINSON is the one who was about to contribute to Killuminaughty’s screwjob. PINSON is the one that’s been involved in the controversial decisions we’ve dealt with for months on in. Cash Johnson and Felicity Banks had no idea I existed until I came down to the ring at Crowned Royalty. Hell they probably don’t even know my name now. Jerry sits up and looks Romeo in the eyes. JERRY STEVENS: I’m being honest with you sir. I haven’t been put up to anything by Killuminaughty or anyone else for that matter. I just wanted the fans to get a winner that night. That’s all. Romeo nods. He then stands up and removes his suit jacket placing it on the chair he was sitting in and rolls up his sleeves. ROMEO PRICE: I’m not looking through anyone’s lens Mr. Stevens but mine….I’ve spoken to Mr. Pinson….I’ve talked to several others and here I am speaking with you. Between the both of you and Mr. Pinson, I don’t trust either of you. He picks up a pair of pliers and looks it for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: What do you think I should do to resolve this matter Mr. Stevens? JERRY STEVENS: GIVE ME A MATCH WITH THAT SON OF A GUN! We’ll settle this once and for all when I kick his ass! Jerry holds his fist in the air like it was about to let off a beam of light. Romeo looks over to Jerry and chuckles. ROMEO PRICE: Wouldn’t that be something…..But no….I’m sending you and Mr. Pinson back home for the remainder of this Japan tour. Romeo sets down the pliers and crosses his arms. ROMEO PRICE: The both you are suspended until the issue is resolved. You can go tell him the news if you like, I don’t care. You can even “beat his ass” if you really want to...I don’t care. I’ll allow the two of you to stay around for the night but you will not be officiating tonight. Enjoy the show Mr. Stevens...You may go. Shaking his head Jerry slowly slumps his shoulders as he made his way to the door. After holding his head down, Jerry turns back over to Romeo. JERRY STEVENS: You know all I wanted to do was the right thing... His eyes were welling up as he held his head back down and exited the room. RED begins to laugh. RED: THAT FOOL GON’ CRY ALL THE WAY TO THE REF’S SPOT. Romeo begins to gather up his tools back in the suitcase and nods. ROMEO PRICE: It would seem so Mr. Ohno….But I need you to keep an eye on the referees and gather up any information you can on this matter. I am not running a circus here, this isn’t iGNiTE. He puts on his jacket as the scene begins to fade away. |
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![]() As we cut to ringside, Whisper Vipieri is standing by. Next to her, mounted on a rake, is a lavish robe and fairly expensive looking crown. WHISPER VIPIERI: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time, the inaugural Crowned Royalty Tournament Champion...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 gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading over to take the microphone from Whisper. He gives the robe and crown a look, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the fans in attendance. SHANE ATWATER: Konichiwa , Aomori. A respectful response from the Japanese crowd as Atwater gives a nod, walking over to the crown and picking it up. SHANE ATWATER: It’s good to be back. If there was any place I’d want to...well, I guess “celebrate” this victory...It would have to be the country where this journey started, with the people who supported me like no other. That draws a more spirited reaction from the crowd. He paces a bit, looking down at the crown in his hand. SHANE ATWATER: Crowned Royalty...was a huge moment for me. I’ve never been involved in anything like it. And I won’t deny, it was the toughest series of matches I’ve ever been in...but I survived. I persevered, and I proved my point. I put the world on notice...And I walked out the winner. And according to that...I earned this. He holds up the crown, looking at it for a moment before tossing it aside. SHANE ATWATER: To Hell with that. I don’t need some ridiculous get-up to remind me of what I accomplished at Crowned Royalty. I don’t need a cape and a crown to prove that everything I’ve said since the moment I walked through those doors is true...My actions will do that just fine. And unlike some Champions around here...I don’t need some falsified royal title to have a true understanding of my worth in this business. He pauses, smirking a moment as the crowd gives a bit of a cheer. SHANE ATWATER: I know who I am. I know what I’m capable of. And I know that Crowned Royalty? That was just the beginning. The start of something even greater. At Divine Supremacy, there’s going to be a match between DEFIANCE and IGNITE. A chance to find out which brand has the superior talent, once and for all. You’ll have to pardon me if I take this fight more than a little personally...which is why tonight, I’m claiming the captaincy for Team DEFIANCE. I’m going in that main event, and I’m proving once again that Shane Atwater is a force to be reckoned with. And then I can promise you, I will assemble the BEST possible team to walk into Divine Supremacy, and walk out with their being no shadow of a doubt who the very best brand in HKW is. And then...well, then, it’s on to bigger and better things. On to greater challenges… He pauses, focusing, his voice dead serious. SHANE ATWATER: And I will promise you this. No matter what happens, no matter where this road takes me...The next time HKW comes to Japan, Shane Atwater will be here, at the forefront...with Championship gold around his waist. I guarantee it. Big pop for that. SHANE ATWATER: Now if you’ll excuse me, Aomori, I have a match to prepare for...And five other people who need a reminder of the only two words that matter. Everybody. Taps. With that, Shane drops the mic as “The Outsider” hits again, taking a few moments to play to the crowd before heading backstage. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a HANDICAP MATCH! My eyes have seen the glory Of the tramplin' at the zoo We washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too Peter Autonom's "The White Man Marches On" begins to play to instant jeers from the audience. The knoxotron lights up with a waving confederate flag as Billy Joe McCleary walks out of the curtain waving a rebel flag of his own. Bo, Baron and Brick follow behind with potato sacks over their heads. Brick and Baron raise their tag title belts in the air as Billy Joe leads the pack, waving the flag from side to side as the crowd boos. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing hailing from Gainesville, Georgia at a combined weight of 690 lbs; accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary, they are the current HKW World tag team champions. Brick, Baron and Bo McCleary, Anglo Saxon Heritage! The group makes their way down the ramp with Billy Joe mocking anyone in the audience he sees that's of color. We're taking down the zog machine Jew by jew by jew The white man marches on The group lets out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Bo has a big cooler in his hand and sets it down by the announcer's table. He opens it up and distributes a beer to each of his brothers. Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. The music fades and the boos get louder. Bo, Brick and Baron all take the sacks off of their heads and toss them to ringside. Yonkers by. Tyler The Creator comes on, and Zakk Lewis comes out with his arms in an X in the air, then lays his arms down, and walks to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent ... "From Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS! He gets on the steps, and gets into the ring and gets ready for the match. Baron, Bo, and Brick McCleary all stood on one side of the ring while Zakk Lewis stood on a side all by himself. As A.S.H handed their World Tag Team Championship belts over to the stage hands the bell rang…. ![]() A.S.H VS. ZAKK LEWIS DING! DING! DING! The three World Tag Team Champions began to speak amongst themselves. Debating the approach they wanted to take in beating the returning Zakk Lewis down. Suddenly Brick – the smallest member of A.S.H – stepped forward giving Zakk a bug eyed look. He dared Zakk to step forward. Without a second though Zakk ran right into Brick with a spear. He laid in rights and lefts drawing cheers out of the audience. Before anyone knew it Zakk was going for something he grabbed hold of Brick’s arm and began to lock his hands around the face of one third of the world tag team champions. Zakk then began to pull back with every ounce of strength that he had in his body. ZAKK ATTACK! ZAKK ATTACK! ZAKK ATTACK! ZAKK ATTACK! The audience cheered loudly. Over and over in support of Zakk Lewis. Brick was mere seconds away from tapping out due to the extreme amounts of pain this submission hold caused him. Right then Billy Joe from the outside screamed at Baron and Bo….. “GIT IN DERE!” That was all the other two needed to hear they were in that ring like a pack of wolves. The began to stomp away at Zakk. Brick then got back up – gathered himself – and then joined in on stomping away at Lewis. This was now an official three way match up. Bo and Baron then picked Zakk up, they Irish whipped him across the ring. Once Zakk came back Boron (collectively Bo and Baron of course) lifted Zakk up by his legs and dropped him face first onto the canvas with a double flapjack. Brick then ran the ropes only to be picked up by Bo and Baron and slammed on top off Zakk. Brick turned Zakk Lewis over with great haste and then went for the pin attempt right there. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Zakk had kicked out right before the three which did not sit well with the world tag team champions. Not at all. Bo grabbed Lewis by the hair and them lifted him up above his head with bad intentions In scoop slam position. He then ran forward to the north eastern turnbuckle planting the back of Lewis right onto it. BAM! Zakk fell awkwardly onto his head. The fans were trying their best to cheer him on at the top of their lungs. Wanting Zakk to get back into the match up. Baron then yelled out “I’M GOIN’ TOP!” The audience were curious as to what he was in reference to. They all then booed heavily when he began to scale up to the top turnbuckle doing something the average big man didn’t do. Bo and Brick held Zakk in place so that he couldn’t go anywhere. Baron then leaped right off the top rope… THWAP! Dropping his entire body down on the midsection of Zakk Lewis with a hard diving splash! All three members of A.S.H now had a hand in holding the returning Lewis down as the referee got down to the canvas to beging the count…. ONE! TWO! “WAIT!” Billy Joe yelled out. “WHAIL ON HIH AHH SUM MORE! THAT BOAH NEEDS AN AHH WHIPPIN’!” A.S.H then released Zakk Lewis! Knowing very well that they were going to overwhelm him and get the three count. They Brick then started picking Zakk Lewis up. Bo and Baron double Irish whipped Zakk across the ring. Brick tossed himself on the canvas. Zakk jumped over Brick. Bo and Baron went for the double clothesline – Zakk leaped on top of the second rope and then jumped back hitting a double flying boot to Bo and Baron McCleary to the audience’s excitement. Bo went flying out of the ring. Baron landed on his back! Baron got right back up after the kick. He took another swing but couldn’t quite catch the quicker Zakk whom ducked the blow. Baron turned back around only to be pulled in by Zakk. Who turned Baron around with a hammerlock and then swept Baron’s leg out to drop him with a DDT! Zakk turned the body of Baron around then jumped on top of Baron to get his first pin attempt of the match up…. ONE! TWO! THREE! Not quite! Brick pulled Zakk off Baron to save the match for A.S.H – Brick then wrapped his arm around the waist of Zakk from behind lifting him all the way up into the air in back suplex position. Brick then extended his left arm – showing that he had some strength. Taunting the audience with Zakk still in his grasp! Zakk turned it around then slid down the back of Brick pulling him into a roll up! ONE! Bo slid back into the ring and broke up the count. Immediatly after Bo began putting the stomps to Zakk with Baron coming in to get a piece as well. Brick springs to his feet and waves at Billy Joe at ringside before stomping on Zakk himself. The referee tries to regain order, but Billy Joe slides in the ring and teams up with his boys to lay the whooping on Zakk! The referee has no choice but to call for the bell! DING DING DING! The bell doesn't stop A.S.H from having Baron lift Zakk over his shoulders and Brick going to the top, executing a Doomsday Device! Bo slides in and locks on a modified neck wrench on Zakk while Billy Joe screams in his face. Defiance goes to commercial with A.S.H standing over top of Lewis. WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION - ZAKK LEWIS (9:10) ![]() We cut to the backstage area, where we see Jack Warren lacing up his wrestling boots. When he hears the cameraman get closer and closer to him, Jack raises his head and looks right at the camera, a smirk on his face. JACK WARREN: Bet everyone was happy as hell watching my ass get eliminated and get given fourth place. Bet everyone was happy that in Olympics terms, I didn’t even medal, right? Jack chuckles. JACK WARREN: Well, for all those cocksuckers that enjoyed it, relish that moment. It’s the last moment you see Jack Warren come in anything but first. Take this gauntlet for tonight. There’s me, the leader of RIP, your No Limits champion, the rejected Temptations member, the former stripper turned wrestler, and Mr. Crowned Royalty all trying to get that captain’s spot for Defiance. Too bad there’s only one spot...and that it’s got my goddamn name written on it. He cracks his knuckles before continuing on. JACK WARREN: Yep, good ol’ Jack Warren’s gonna walk in there tonight and beat the living piss out of whoever they give me. Y’all think I’m scared of any of these fucks? HA! That’s some real fucking comedy. Who am I supposed to be scared of? Lance Winters? Shit, that would’ve been the case back when he used to piss on people like a wild dog on the streets who no one wanted. Which is funny, because that’s probably Lance’s life story. No one wants a fucked up little mutt and tonight, that bitch gets put down. Trust me, Lance going soft just about makes him the weakest link in this matchup. Maybe after your ass gets sent to the back after you’ve been eliminated, you can go have a little group hug with the three shitty musketeers; Leifi, Chopz, and Acelin. Man, half that group ain’t even shit anymore. And no one wants HKW’s ugly middle child as the captain of Defiance, especially if they...you know, want to win. Jack gets to his feet and hops in place. JACK WARREN: Am I supposed to be scared of Xavier? Shit, maybe if he tries to throw a high heel at me or something. But hey.... Jack mockingly smiles, widening his eyes in the process, almost mimicking some of the kids in the audience. JACK WARREN: “But, Jack, Xavier took the fight to Felicity so many times. He’s got so much heart. He could totally kick some heine, Mr. Warren!” Warren laughs. JACK WARREN: I don’t give a big ol’ pile of bird shit about how much heart Xavier’s got. The fact is is that his fluke, bullshit victory over Felicity Banks don’t mean a damn thing. He better consider himself lucky he doesn’t meet me in the ring because shit, I’ll lock in a submission and make him tap like the bitch he is. Is he even here? Dude been on his Drake mode with his feelings, wouldn’t surprise me if he just calls it quits after taking opportunities from the rest of us by fighting Felicity for the World title for so many times. I’m knocking your ass out for just wasting our damn time if you step in the ring with me. And don’t worry, I won’t fuck up your perm, sweetheart. Jack points to his head, mocking XAD’s hairstyle. JACK WARREN: Yo, I certainly ain’t scared of Gia Levi. Maybe after she loses this match and I win though, she can twerk it for me and I’ll give her a spot on the Defiance. If she’s good, I might make it rain. Probably buy her a cookie or some shit she spends a good portion of her time looking for free stuff. Hey, if you get an ass whooping from me, at least it’ll be on the house, yeah? Warren lets out another chuckle. JACK WARREN: One person I definitely want to see if our No Limits champ. I could comment on the shitty haircut, ugly girlfriend, dry ass attitude, overratedness, et cetera, et cetera, but I won’t. I’m just going to drop you on that big ass head and pin you clean as a sheet. Face it, Sterling. You ain’t captain material. Jack then claps his hands together. JACK WARREN: As for Mr. Crowned Royalty, Shane Atwater? He should know that it only takes one solid loss for people to hop off your dick and hop onto someone else’s. Hope you ready for me to put the nail on your hype train coffin. Because as much as you’re going to try to make me tap out, it’s not going to happen. You’re getting laid out tonight, buddy. Shit, if I’m feeling especially jumpy, I might make the submission specialist tap the fuck out. Now that would be a sight to see, huh? The Indianapolis native rubs his chin before letting out a smirk. JACK WARREN: Hope Romeo Price is ready for me to lead his team to victory. I know I am. Jack heads off out of the shot, the scene fading out a second later. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall! The lights in the arena go off as the sound of what can only be described as synchronized claps, chains, and broken glass can be heard as Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug begins to play. The titan tron shows gray clouds rolling in as a woman’s silhouette is shown sitting in what looks to be a locker room with her hands clasped together. As the vocals of Michael Shepard begin, the titan tron shows a pair of sultry chestnut eyes as the woman who possessed them turned to look over her shoulder before fading to show the darkened entrance that had white fog begin to roll from it and spread across the stage. Oh, like the salt of the earth, Each correction makes us stronger. Absconder… In happiness, yeah. Spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd as a black silhouette of a woman steps out on stage. A rainbow of lights begin to strobe around the entrance in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd. As the titan tron reveals who the woman is through black and white clips, the crowd begin to cheer as Onyx begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place, before stopping and taking in her surroundings as the arena brightens slightly. The fans begin to reach out to her as she makes her way to the ring. With a smile, Onyx tags their hands with her own before looking back at the ring and focusing on who is occupying it before making her way around to the steel steps. And as she goes up them, she reaches for the top rope, gliding her hand across it using it as a guide until she gets halfway across the ring apron’s edge; Where she wipes her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... She is the 2014 All or Nothing Series winner... ONYYYXXXX PAYYYYYNE! Once inside, she straightens herself up as she walks across the ring and climbs up the adjacent corner to it’s second turnbuckle. As she looks around at the crowd, a grin appears on her face before she looks over her shoulder and jumps down while the arena brightens to normal and ‘Salt of the Earth’ begins to fade into the background. BRIAN MASON: This match was made earlier tonight and following this contest we'll have the contract signing for the HKW World championship match! ALEXA CORRA: You know who Onyx is facing? RANDY THE PILOT: I heard some rumors, bruh. Can't confirm shit though. Onyx stretches out and looks up at the entrance ramp... The Knoxitron goes blue and the words “Aurora Corp.” followed by “We Build Perfection” appear on it. Then the arena goes dark for a blink of a second before Centuries by Fall Out Boy started playing. When the arena lightens up again, there was an unknown blond girl scrolling down the ramp. AURORA MASTER: Konichiwa to our Japanese fellows and hello to the rest of the world. You guys should know me, but I am going to assume you don’t! My name is Aurora Master, of the Master family, and I’m the COO of the rising Aurora Corp. company! Now I promised to give you something that would change the entire scope of this company. I could have given you all! I could have given you software that would search the best talent out there, I could have given you IMAX 3D Knoxitorns, I could have given you better microphones, I could have given you a bigger arena, I could have done all that, but that’s not what this place needs. No, what this place needs is someone that can revolutionize what “wrestling” means, someone that can’t not only build perfection, but BE perfection! Someone that’s superior to everyone in Defiance and Ignite! So, I decided the best thing to offer this company was ME! The Superior One, Aurora Master! And just so you know what I mean, I’m about to kick your dear Onix’s ass! Aurora storms the ring and slides underneath the rope and begins grilling Onyx. ALEXA CORRA: Yes! IT'S THE DEBUT... THE DEBUT OF AURORA CORP! BRIAN MASON: I've never seen you this excited... ![]() ONYX PAYNE VS. AURORA CORP The two ladies circle around the ring until Aurora dashes toward Onyx and tries to lock her hands around Onyx's waist. Onyx places her leg in between Aurora's and brings her down with a headlock takedown. Onyx doesn't let up, immediately lifting Aurora to a vertical stance before driving her knees into her abdomen over and over again. Aurora strikes back with a thumb to the eye that dazes Onyx and Aurora climbs up to the middle rope. She waits for Onyx to turn around, and when she does, Aurora goes for a distorted crossbody but Onyx comes out of nowhere with a superwoman punch and lands on Aurora for the cover... ONE TWO THREE!! DING DING DING WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner... ONYX PAYNE... The crowd explodes as Onyx looks at the downed Aurora, surprised that she defeated her as quickly as she did. BRIAN MASON: Well... that was a good showing by Onyx.... RANDY THE PILOT: I love Aurora Corp already, bruh! Hahaha. ALEXA CORRA: Terrible. Just terrible programming. Fire us HBO. Onyx looks as if she's about to check on Aurora until an ear-piercing whistling is heard echoing throughout the arena. The Knoxitron lights up and shows Felicity Banks walking down the hallway, toward the entrance ramp, whistling Onyx's theme song with her championship in hand. Onyx looks at the Knoxitorn and sees crew members starting to bring out props for the contract signing as Defiance goes to commercial. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 1 2014, 10:32 AM Post #5 |
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![]() BRIAN MASON: What a night it has been ladies and gentlemen, and it’s still over yet. Coming up is the contract signing for ONE of the main events at Divine Supremacy...the World Championship match between Onyx Payne and Fe-- ALEXA CORRA: You are not allowed to say her name, remember? I’m surprised she even started letting you out here again during her time. BRIAN MASON: I..never left, Alexa. RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, but you get quiet though. BRIAN MASON: *Sigh* Whatever you guys say. Nevertheless, it should be interesting to see how this goes down. ALEXA CORRA: This is stupid. Contract signings are stupid. Probably all Onyx’s idea. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, you annoying as fuck sometimes. Go spit shine ya title or somethin. ALEXA CORRA: You would enjoy that too much. BRIAN MASON: *Clears throat* Anywaaaay, it looks like the ring is all set up and the Chief of Staff is already in position. RANDY THE PILOT: Must suck being all nasty and shit after a match like Onyx right now. ALEXA CORRA: She wrestled for a minute! A freaking minute! BRIAN MASON: Against the greatest thing of all time… Aurora Corp.. RANDY THE PILOT: … Right. The camera pans to the ring where we see standing at the edge of a table with Onyx on one side of the table, and open seat on the other. Selena glances down at the red carpet in the ring and points at a wrinkle and orders a cameraman to fix it before threatening him with his job. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee. Once that was done, Selena is just barely heard telling Onyx that she can never find good help these days. Realizing the mic in her hand was on, she turns to the camera and wave. SELENA KING: Welcome to…. um… She ponders… SELENA KING: Oh yeah! The contract signing for the World Championship match at Divine Supremacy. With me in the ring already... after a...hard.. fought… match? Selena looks at Onyx SELENA KING: I guess that wasn't so bad. Onyx looks over at Selena inquisitively as she scratches her head. ONYX PAYNE: It… Was certainly something. /shrug/ I think the fans were left a bit discouraged. They were waiting in anticipation for Aurora Corp to show her self, to show what she was capable of, and when she finally did… I’m sure they felt like they wasted their time. As I am sure that who scheduled the match felt... Disappointed. Don’t you think? FELICITY BANKS: And this IS whhhhhhhyyyyy you don’t waste your time on peasants. The crowd boos as Felicity walks onto the entrance carrying her championship in hand and wearing a ‘Hall of Fran’ tanktop, along with the ring. She glances at Aurora Corp walking by her and mouths “peasant” in her direction before strutting down to the ring to no music. FELICITY BANKS: Wouldn’t it have been easier to have someone handle that one for you, Onyx? Better yet, wouldn’t it be easier for you to have just walked out of that thing, walked back up this ramp, and said screw this match? We both know winning, or losing that little… She pauses a she makes her way up the steps and tosses her title in the ring. FELICITY BANKS: ...sparring contest wouldn’t have a meant a thing, and what did you do? You risked injury, Onyx. You risked snapping your leg, or shattering your ankle, tearing your ACL, and for what…? Felicity stays on the apron and points at the large crowd. FELICITY BANKS: PEASANTS!!! A sea of bald, funny looking PEASANTS!!! Felicity enters the ring, picks up her title, and walks toward the empty seat. She sits the Queen B championship on the center of the table in between she and Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: And what would you have done if god forbid one of those injuries happened, huh? The All or Nothing Series, this little quest of yours? All FOR nothing. You would have been shacked up at home with your leg elevated and your lip pouted out saying “Joseph, I need some soup!” and “Joseph, my leg is itchy underneath my cast!” and all these people...PEASANTS. All of these PEASANTS… They would’ve just forgot about you and moved on to the next happy, it’s a much briiiiiighter daaaayy~! person on the list. Felicity finally sits down and pulls the chair forward. FELICITY BANKS: Do you finally get it now? Do you finally see why it’s necessary to do the things I do? I cannot… CANNOT risk an injury against some scrub like Aurora Corp! I broke my damn toe and I was almost stripped of my title! All my work… all of my time… all of my dedication to get to the one thing that I set my focus on, and for what? To get it ripped away from me because people know that the only way they’re gonna beat me is to take me out!? I don’t think so. My terms, Onyx. Felicity stands up, grabs the contract from Selena’ podium and and slams it down onto the table. FELICITY BANKS: It’s always on my terms, right? Isn’t that what you said? Better yet, isn’t that what you’re worried about? That I’m going to make this entire little process from now until Divine Supremacy go on...my terms? That Killuminaughty is going to jump you from behind. That I’m going to get a referee in my back pocket. My terms, right?! Felicity doesn’t let Onyx react at first and signs the contract after pulling a pen from her jeans pockets. FELICITY BANKS: Not this time. She tosses the pen onto to the table and leans back against the chair. FELICITY BANKS: You’re already so caught up in this thing that won’t happen, so I’m gonna show you what really it is. My name is already signed right on there Onyx, and my agent told me that there’s little line on the second page where the champion got to pick the stiipulation for our match. Felicity chuckles. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t know hoowww in the world that got there, but hey. It is what it is. So, since you’re so worried about ‘my terms’ I’m gonna let this entire thing be on… your terms. You can pick the match, hell, you can book my matches from now until Divine Supremacy! I don’t care. Just don’t book me on house shows because I refuse to perform in front of these peasants more than five times total. Onyx stares at Felicity as she picks up the contract and begins to look over it. Grabbing a pen with her free hand she clicks the end of the pen and it looks like she is about to sign when she stops. She then looks back up at Felicity. ONYX PAYNE: When it came to you and me in this business. You always had a lesson for me to learn. Even though I don’t agree on your methods, I know that your heart is in the right place but, I honestly don’t know how much I am able to trust your word. You promise things to people and they believed that you would deliver on those promises but, then you show how much your word is worth. Nothing. ONYX PAYNE: You say that I can pick the match and that I can book your matches from here to Divine Supremacy but, you’re already putting up a stipulation your Highness. No house shows. How do I even know you will come through with the matches I book if I decide to take it that far? If you don’t like it you can just talk to... glances at Selena one of many of your connections to get your self out of it like you have done so before. For all I know you’re probably already planning my journey to Divine Supremacy and saying that you are doing me a favor. Probably have it all planned and written in calligraphy. “The Lessons Onyx Will Learn.” Just so you won’t have to feel some sort of way. Sighing, Onyx flips over the page and begins to sign her name. ONYX PAYNE: I welcome everything you have to… or would have? thrown at me, because when I signed on to be a wrestler... I knew what would be at stake, what I would have to go through, and its pretty much what I would go through if I wasn’t wrestling but the risks of it happening are higher. I could dislocate my shoulder just by bumping into a wall, I could choke to death while eating, or I could break my leg just by skipping down the hall. I risk spraining my ankle everytime I walk down that ramp way that is behind you. If you’re so concerned about getting an injury, Felicity. Perhaps you should look into staying in bubble, in a padded room where you drink everything through a straw. Glancing up at Felicity, Onyx turns to the page where the line for the match stipulation was and begins to think before she began to fill it out. ONYX PAYNE: No matter how insignificant you thought my my match was, I did what I signed to do. Wrestle. Apparently your contract was different from mine. Mine didn’t have the wrestling optional or maybe I just take more pride in my work than you do. Looking at Felicity, Onyx slides the contract back over to the Queen so she could read what she put down for the stipulation. Felicity doesn’t bother looking at the contract and just swirls the microphone in her hand. She leans back further in her seat and kicks her feet onto the table while glancing at Selena. FELICITY BANKS: You believe this? Your buddy here is accusing you of getting me out of things. Felicity laughs while Selena looks a bit bothered. FELICITY BANKS: It’s funny how clueless you people are. Really, I expect that from just about everyone in the back, but you? To hear that come from YOUR mouth, Onyx? Felicity shakes her head and finally grabs the contract. FELICITY BANKS: I could honestly say that right now your presence disgusts me. I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now because I might just be the reason you suffer that ‘injury’ we were talking about. That's how disgusted I am. Felicity glances at the contract and reads the match. She smirks and hands it over to Selena who still has her gaze on Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: A Pure Wrestling match?? The Japanese crowd pops at the announcement and Felicity turns to Selena. FELICITY BANKS: Why are they cheering? Why are they even here? WHY ARE WE HERE?! SELENA KING: … okay, I don’t know what the heck everyone said after the connection things. I am not a connection! I have connections, not am a connection! Selena stomps toward Onyx. SELENA KING: Delete my number from your phone! And I’m unfollowing you on twitter! No, wait! I can’t because you work for me! Selena huffs and puff, clearly upset. SELENA KING: Okay, calm down, Selena. You have a job to do… Woooosah. SELENA KING: Okaaaay. So there it is! At Divine Supremacy it’s gonna be this one... She points at Felicity. SELENA KING: Against that one... She points at Onyx. SELENA KING: for another...thing! ...yeah. She drops the mic and leaves the ring, not making eye contact with Felicity and Onyx. Felicity is seen asking Onyx “You see what you did” before bringing the microphone up. FELICITY BANKS: Feel better now that you got allll that off your chest, kiddo? ONYX PAYNE: People are allowed to take things how they want but, it’s true. If it would mean getting ahead, you would use anything, anyone, and do anything to do so. As long as it means you are still World champion. I’m just trying to keep you honest, Felicity. Remember this isn’t personal, this is business. Felicity shines off a half smirk. She stares at Onyx for a moment and mumbles to herself until she raises the mic. FELICITY BANKS: Business? BUSINESS?! Business you say? Felicity nods, stands up and grabs her title from the table. FELICITY BANKS: Good. I’m glad that this is just business because that alreaadddy makes me feel a hell of a lot better about this. At that moment, Felicity drops her microphone and smacks Onyx across the face! The crowd oh’s and ah’s as Felicity just stares while Onyx stands to her feet and pushes the table out of the way. FELICITY BANKS: Business! BUSINESS BUSINESS BUSINE--- Onyx spears Felicity down and pummel away with rights and lefts. Felicity does her best to block the assault with one arm as her other hand reaches for her title. Once she had a firm grip, she raises it and bashes Onyx in the side of the head with it causing her to get off of her. She goes to strike Onyx again but is caught around the midsection by a security guard. Onyx checks her head as she looks over at Felicity who is trying to struggle out of the security’s grasp. Onyx then goes to charge her but is also caught by a security guard and pushed in the opposite corner. The two continue to try to get away from the security guards holding them back until Felicity gets fed up and exits the ring. ALEXA CORRA: Beauitful! B-e-a-utiful! Felicity swipes her fingers through her hair and locks eyes with Onyx. The two exchange some words as Felicity teases charging the ring with Onyx pulling the ropes open for her. The two continue staring each other down until Felicity backpedals up the ramp with a slick smirk on her face and Onyx looks on shaking her head. ![]() ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a gauntlet match scheduled to determine the captain for Team Defiance! “Who's next” By Porcelain Black blasts the sound system prompting the self proclaimed “Mermelada” To step out of the curtains sporting her seductive ensemble. She stops on the entrance way posing for the cameras, flicking her hair and sending her “Fans” kisses as she joyfully begins to walk toward the ring, winking and strutting like she was in a Milan fashion show. Once near the steps, she stops and kisses both her shoulders and runs up to the ring and then slides under the bottom rope while flipping her hair back. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Queens, New York; she is GIA LEVI! BRIAN MASON: Gia Levi made it all the way to the Crowned Royalty finals a few weeks back. Tonight, she walks in as the first participant of this match. Is she a favorite? ALEXA CORRA: She’s my pick to win this thing, but obviously, she’s not gonna have an easy road to the end. Might have to change this pick up considering she’s come in first in this match. RANDY THE PILOT: Where the fuck them Gia nudes at though? "Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling steps through from behind the curtains, looking out at the audience with a stonefaced look. Dressed in his ring gear and black and red hoodie, Colton has the hood over his head, but just enough to where it covers most of his light brown hair. As he stands at the top of the stage, he begins nodding his head and cracking his neck before beginning his descent down to the ring. But, he stops midway down the ramp before a slight smirk appears on his face as he then proceeds to slap the ground, setting off a small amount of red pyro. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 201 pounds, he is the No Limits champion...COLTON STERLING! Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns on his heel before hopping on the apron. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet. He begins punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts. BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling retained his belt in one of the biggest HKW pay-per-view main events ever. ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, but he couldn’t win the big one because he’s not a top champion caliber kind of guy. And now that I’ve seen who Gia’s first opponent is, I’m keeping my pick locked in. Because fuck Colton Sterling. RANDY THE PILOT: What about Lance though? Ain’t you an honorary member or some shit? ALEXA CORRA: Not anymore. They got weak. ![]() DING! DING! DING! The match starts off with Colton and Gia slowly circling the ring before locking up. Gia quickly places Colton into a headlock, but his uses his rare weight advantage and pushes her towards the ropes. Colton then pushes her off and sends her towards the opposite ropes, forcing her to break the headlock. She bounces off of those ropes and is quickly met with a dropkick to the face from the No Limits champion, knocking her onto the mat. Colton quickly rolls to his feet and grabs Gia by the head before getting her up to both feet and irish whipping her towards the corner. Gia’s back hits the corner and she stumbles forward, allowing Colton to catch her in the head with a bionic elbow. Colton continues to go on the attack by getting to his feet and stomping away at Gia before getting her up to both feet. He irish whips her towards the close by ropes and she bounces off of them before bouncing towards Colton, who goes to take her head off with a bicycle kick, but she ducks it and attempts to roll him up. Colton rolls through the rollup and both he and Gia get to their feet around the same time. Gia charges forward, but Colton catches her with a high knee, flooring her. Gia quickly gets to her feet once more, but Colton catches her with a kick to the gut before hooking her head and lifting her up and planting her on her back with a suplex! Colton then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling really taking it to Gia Levi early on. ALEXA CORRA: Not even worried. Colton’s gonna lose this match. Watch. RANDY THE PILOT: About to order some crab or some shit. Hungry as hell. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Gia manages to shoot her shoulder up and Colt just claps his hands, realizing that it’s going to take more than a simplex suplex to put his opponent away. He gets Gia up to both feet and irish whips her towards the ropes, but instead of bouncing back, she holds onto the ropes. Colton charges forward, but is met with an elbow to the face, sending him reeling backwards. Miss Levi then moves forward and catches Mr. Sterling with a knee to the face, knocking him down onto the mat. But, the move isn’t as effective as advertised as Sterling quickly rises to both feet, only to be met with a hard slap before Gia rolls him up! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Both competitors get to their feet at the same time, but Colton makes the first move as he attempts to take Gia’s head off with a clothesline. Gia ducks underneath it and waits for Colton to turn around before catching him with a boot to the gut, then planting his head onto the mat with a DDT! She turns him over slowly and goes for the cover. BRIAN MASON: And just like that, the match turns momentum. ALEXA CORRA: After this ref counts 3, Colton’s sorry ass can walk to the back. RANDY THE PILOT: Wonder if Godzilla gonna be here tonight though? ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Gia gets Colton up to both feet and reverses the roles this time, irish whipping him towards the ropes. But just like Gia did a few moments ago, Colton holds on tight to the ropes and waits for Gia to come forward. She does, and Colton attempts to raise up his boot and catch her face with it. Gia catches the boot and sends it back down instead before moving forward and tackling Colton through the ropes and out of the ring. Colton and Gia get to their feet and begin trading blows. The ref begins counting after a slight warning is given. 1! 2! Gia drives her knee into the gut of Colton, then irish whips him into the steel steps, forcing Colton’s shoulder to collide with it. 3! 4! Gia grabs Colton off of the ground and slowly gets him up to both feet before she’s somehow caught with an uppercut that sends her reeling backwards and slightly up the ramp. When she turns back around, she is met with a kick to the gut. 5! 6! Colton moves to the right side of the keeled over Gia and attempts a running knee lift, but she moves her head out of the way at the last second. When he turns around, he meets Gia’s dropkick, which sends him back first into the guard railing, forcing Colton to wince and groan in pain. 7! 8! BRIAN MASON: They need to get back in the ring! The ref’s at a count of 8! ALEXA CORRA: Get back in the ring, Gia! Now’s your chance! RANDY THE PILOT: Flash them tits, girl! Now’s your chance! Gia takes a moment to pander to the audience, especially the male part with her taunt, before she turns around and is met with a bicycle kick from Sterling! BRIAN MASON: What a bicycle kick by Sterling! ALEXA CORRA: GOD DAMMIT! RANDY THE PILOT: HOLYYYY SHIIIIIT! 9! Colton finally realizes the ref’s at a high count and begins running back towards the ring from halfway up the ramp. But he’s too late. 10! Colton stops in his tracks as soon as he hears the ref shout 10, hands on the apron and a shocked look on his face. WHISPER VIPERI: Colton Sterling and Gia Levi have been eliminated! Eliminated: Colton Sterling & Gia Levi ALEXA CORRA: YESSSSSSSS! Colton’s out of here too! BRIAN MASON: Well, that’s certainly an interesting way to start off this gauntlet. RANDY THE PILOT: If somebody don’t get me something to eat.... A ring crew worker comes around and hands Colton his No Limits championship. Colton slings it over his shoulder and sighs before turning around and seeing Gia get to her feet, holding her jaw, and smiling. She then waves goodbye to Colton before blowing him a kiss and turning around and walking off. Colton stands there, unsure as to what that exactly meant, but then heads back up the ramp before disappearing as well. BRIAN MASON: Alright then. Who’s- 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 bass 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. 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 WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing next, standing at 6’3 and weighing 205 pounds, he is LANCE WINTERS! 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. ALEXA CORRA: Hey, look. It’s Brian Mason’s favorite person. BRIAN MASON: ....Shut up, Alexa. RANDY THE PILOT: Yo, Mase. Don’t worry, bruh. Alexa can save our asses if you end up pissing good guy Lance off too. The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, causing the crowd to erupt as the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The cheers grew even louder as the sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? The fans were in a fever pitch as Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. He gave a small smile and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from San Diego, California; weighing in at 175 pounds, he is XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the aisle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand before he slid inside of the ring. How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. BRIAN MASON: Xavier looks ready tonight despite losing in the main event of Crowned Royalty. ALEXA CORRA: He’s probably getting used to the role of loser by now. It’s one that fits him well. RANDY THE PILOT: Think he’d let me pawn that guitar for some dough though? As soon as the ref gives them the go signal, XAD and Lance begin circling the ring. Lance goes to lock up, but XAD knows better than to go up against the usually vicious Lance Winters, so he dodges the arms of Lance and finds himself behind him. XAD then catches him with a quick kick to the back of the knee before attempting to roll him up. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Lance kicks out and both men quickly get up to both feet. Xavier attempts a dropkick and it connects, catching Lance in the face and sending him back towards the ropes. But when Xavier gets to his feet, he realizes that Lance quickly rebounded off of the ropes and is now charging towards him! Lance goes for the clothesline, but Xavier ducks it. Lance quickly turns around and is met with a kick to the gut before Xavier hooks his head and attempts to go for a snap suplex, but stops when he remembers the weight advantage. So instead, Xavier irish whips Lance towards the nearest corner, only for Lance to reverse it and send him towards the corner instead. As Daniels leans back against the corner, Winters rushes forward and connects with a body splash before turning him around and driving his knee into the back of Daniels. Winters then pulls Daniels out of the corner and locks him in a full nelson hold before lifting him up and planting him with a full nelson suplex! The audience gives out a mixed reaction as Lance quickly goes for the cover. BRIAN MASON: What a full nelson suplex there by Winters! ALEXA CORRA: He’s still as vicious as ever, that’s for sure. RANDY THE PILOT: Ay, Whisper! Can you get me some cotton candy?! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Daniels shoots up his right shoulder, kicking out at two, and forcing Winters to shake his head before he got to his feet. Lance grabs Xavier by the head and gets him up to both feet before hooking his head and lifting him up in the air. He keeps Xavier upside down for a few seconds, letting the blood rush down to his head, before finally dropping the San Diego native on his head with a brainbuster! The audience gives another mixed reaction as Lance goes for the cover once more! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Lance continues to go on the attack after the kickout, this time mounting himself on top of Xavier and beginning to throw lefts and rights towards the Californian. After he’s tired himself out by swinging at the musically talented man’s face, Lance gets to his feet and grabs Xavier by the head and gets him to his as well. Lance knees Xavier in the gut before shoving him back towards the ropes. Xavier bounces off of those ropes towards Lance, who quickly plants his boot onto Xavier’s face! The audience gives that move a mixed reaction as well, some believing Winters has changed while others still having a dislikeness for him. Xavier is slow to get to his feet after that big boot, but once he does, Lance is able to take him down with a lariat that seems to absolutely floor the former World title contender! BRIAN MASON: Winters is really taking it to Daniels here, huh? ALEXA CORRA: Winters is whooping Xavier’s ass. Looks like Mr. Music still isn’t over losing at Crowned Royalty. RANDY THE PILOT: I swear I’m about to eat one of you if I don’t get some food soon. Anyone back here in the audience got anything? While Randy attempts to steal food from some kid in the front row, in the ring, Lance seems to be motioning for Xavier to get to his feet, almost as if he’s getting read to try something. When Xavier gets onto all fours, Lance smirks and then charges forward before attempting to curb stomp Xavier, but Xavier moves his head out of the way, forcing Lance to stomp the mat. Xavier gets to his feet and quickly grabs Lance around the waist, looking to attempt a belly-to-back suplex, but the weight advantage is clearly shown as he struggles to do so, allowing Lance to catch him with multiple right back elbows to the face. Xavier lets go of Lance and stumbles backwards, allowing Lance to quickly turn around, kick Xavier right in the gut, then grab him, lift him, and plant him with Flat Line! Xavier seems to be out of it as Lance rolls him over and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Lance lets out a sigh as he gets to his feet before going to grab Xavier by the head....before stopping that. Instead, Lance seems to get a different idea for as to what he wants to do next, so he lets go of Xavier’s head and begins to back away from the San Diegoan and into a corner. Daniels is slow to get to his feet as he shakes his head before stumbling towards the opposite corner and leaning it against the turnbuckle for just a second. When Daniels turns around, Winters charges forward and attempts a spear...but Daniels moves out of the way, forcing Winters to collide towards the steel post right shoulder first! BRIAN MASON: Winters’s spear misses! ALEXA CORRA: God, did you hear the impact he made with the steel post?! RANDY THE PILOT: This pocky shit is crack. As Lance lets out a groan of pain and slowly back away from the steel post, Xavier quickly grabs him from behind and rolls him up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Xavier and Lance both get to their feet at the same time, but Xavier catches him with a kick to the gut, forcing Lance to drop to both knees and allowing Xavier to take a step back before shooting out his right leg and connecting with the Star Kick! The audience cheers as Xavier drops down and goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Star Kick connects! ALEXA CORRA: God dammit, no! RANDY THE PILOT: Well, there goes Lance’s jaw. ONE! TWO! THREE! WHISPER VIPERI: Lance Winters has been eliminated! Eliminated: Lance Winters Xavier gets to his feet and Lance rolls out of the ring as Xavier waits for his next opponent. But before he can even let out a sigh of relief that he survived his last match, he gets his legs grabbed and his face slams the mat before he is dragged out of the ring by Jack Warren! BRIAN MASON: Guess we know who’s next? Jack watches as Xavier hits the ground outside with his face before quickly going on the attack despite the protests from the referee. Jack gets XAD up to both feet before shoving him into the announce table, Xavier’s back hitting it and taking some damage. Jack then grabs Xavier’s head and begins to slam it into the announce table repeatedly. ALEXA CORRA: Ah, Jack Warren! This is why you’re my pick to win this thing! Jack then grabs Xavier after he’s done slamming his head into the announce table and rolls him into the ring before sliding in himself. As soon as he’s in the ring, Warren grabs Daniels and gets him up to both feet before hooking his head and planting him with Nail on the Coffin! The audience hisses and boos as Jack goes for the cover rather smugly. BRIAN MASON: This is an absolute mugging! ALEXA CORRA: Shut the hell up, Mase! This was wonderful! RANDY THE PILOT: What did I miss? Was whooping that little kid’s ass. ONE! TWO! THREE! WHISPER VIPERI: Xavier Asher Daniels has been eliminated! Eliminated: Xavier Asher Daniels BRIAN MASON: Well, with that elimination, there’s only one person left... “The Outsider (Apocalypse Mix)” by A Perfect Circle begins to play as Shane Atwater steps out onto the stage. He takes a second to look out at the audience before making a beeline towards the ring to Jack Warren, who’s currently taking time to gloat to the audience. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing next, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER! Shane slides into the ring and as soon as he gets to his feet, Jack is on him. Jack catches him with multiple forearms to the face before attempting to irish whip Atwater, only for it to be reversed and for Warren to be sent to the corner instead. Atwater charges in, but his face meets the right boot of Jack Warren as it sends him stumbling back and slightly keeling over, allowing Warren to charge out of the corner and grabs his head before connecting with a swinging neckbreaker! The audience boos as Warren goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Warren continues to go on the attack as he gets Shane to his feet before repeatedly kneeing him in the gut. After that series of knees, Warren grabs Atwater’s head and forces Mr. Crowned Royalty to look at him in the eyes before shooting off at the mouth, shit talking Atwater as much as possible. Warren then irish whips Atwater into the corner, forcing Atwater to hit the corner hard and stumble forward, allowing Jack to connect with a lariat that knocks Atwater down onto the mat! BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren is absolutely ruthless! ALEXA CORRA: He’s just fantastic! RANDY THE PILOT: MY DUDE ATWATER IS STILL MY DUDE ATWATER THOUGH. Jack takes a moment to mock the fans, even going as far as telling them to kiss his ass, before he walks over to Shane and gets him up to both feet. Jack goes for Nail on a Coffin again, but Shane slips out of it and finds himself behind Jack. Jack quickly turns around and is met with a nasty european uppercut that gets a huge pop from the audience! Not done yet, Shane grabs him and gets him up to both feet before taking him for a ride that ends with Warren down on the mat, Atwater having laid him out with The Whale & The Wasp! BRIAN MASON: I think all that mocking may cost Warren here! ALEXA CORRA: Come on, Jack! Get your ass back up! RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, he about to tap the fuck out. Atwater quickly gets the upper half of Warren’s body up before maneuvering his legs around and eventually locking in The Kobayashi Maru! The audience explodes in cheers as they watch the hold being applied and after trying to fight it off for a few seconds, Jack has no option but to tap out and to tap out fast! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match and captain for Team Defiance....SHAAAAAAAAANE ATWATERRRRRRRR! Shane lets go of Jack and quickly gets to his feet, smirking as he barely broke a sweat at putting Warren away. The ref raises his hand to cheers and Atwater stands there, two big victories in a row. BRIAN MASON: And that’s another big win for Shane Atwater! I can’t wait to see the team he and Romeo Price put together! ALEXA CORRA: Oh, barf. Such a boring option at captain. RANDY THE PILOT: MY DUDE ATWATER ABOUT TO HAVE THE ALL STAR TEAM, BRUH! WINNER (and team captain for Defiance): Shane Atwater (27:27) |
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