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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 28 2014, 12:20 AM Post #1 |
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![]() ![]() Ariake Coliseum; Koto, Tokyo, Japan ![]() ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] The opening video package airs, highlighting the most memorable moments in HKW during 2014. The camera pans around the arena and shows the Japanese crowd on their feet, ready for another edition of Defiance. BRIAN MASON: We are inside the packed Ariake Coliseum in Koto, Tokyo, Japan! The camera pans around the arena some more, showing the number of Japanese fans in attendance wearing the gear of their favorite HKW talents. The camera then goes to the ring and zooms in on Whisper Viperi. It looks as if she’s about to speak into the microphone until… “I’m taking you down with me. I’m taking you down with me until you can’t…” The opening lyrics of “Can’t sleep, can’t breathe” by the Digital Daggers blare over the arenas sound system, signifying the arrival of the “Queen B” Felicity Banks. The arena immediately fills up with jeers as Felicity steps onto the ramp with the HKW World championship in one hand, and her half of the HKW World Tag Team titles in the other. ALEXA CORRA: The Queen is here! GET ON YOUR FEET AND BOW DOWN, MASON! BRIAN MASON: No… Felicity takes a long, hard look at the crowd and feeds off of their boos. She bounces on her feels a few times before raising her arms up in the air and holding each of her championships high in the air with a devious grin on her face as she saunters down the ramp. She stops midway and just glances at the fans in the front row, engaging in a brief staredown. RANDY THE PILOT: Gotta admit. There’s a lot of people in HKW who do a lot of the talking, but Fel’s one of the few that actually backs up and does what she says she’s going to do. ALEXA CORRA: Queen shit. BRIAN MASON: Yeah, but at what cost? How many bridges has she burned? How many people has she deceived? It’s bound to catch up to her sooner or later. ALEXA CORRA: Not when you have an entire kingdom supporting you, and watching your back with every step you take. Felicity slides in underneath the bottom rope and crawls toward Whisper before climbing to her feet and reaching out her hand for Whisper to hand her the microphone. Once the microphone was in Felicity’s hand, she shoo’s Whisper out of the ring and spins around in a circle with both of her titles flailing around in the air with her. FELICITY BANKS: First double champion, huh? She shrugs as she drops the titles to the ground and sits down Indian style in the middle of the ring. FELICITY BANKS: Been a lot of firsts for me in HKW, hasn’t there? First Rumble to Destiny winner. First World champion who actually made the belt valuable… First person to hold a championship twice in HKW! First superstar of the year! First miracle on the mic...and I don’t have to curse my brains off to prove my point like the rest of the peasants in this company! Salute to speech class I guess, but I digress. She tilts her head just a little to her side and begins to think as she blankly stares out into the crowd. FELICITY BANKS: 2014 was a very, very good year for the Queen, but it didn’t come without a struggle. The having to take a backseat to people nowhere near my level, the PDW fiasco, my return to HKW… Hell, I’ve taken by far the worst beating of my life this year, and here I am… Closing out 2014 not as just your HKW World champion, but as one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions! Some cheers are heard from the smarks, but the arena filled with mainly jeers. FELICITY BANKS: Go right ahead! Boo me! BOO ME ALL YOU WANT! I’D BOO ME TOO IF I WAS SITTING IN YOUR POSITION! BEING A WASTE OF OXYGEN WHO’S JEALOUS OF SOMEONE YOU CAN NEVER BE! But you know what? It’s okay. This world needs average and below average so people like ME, THE GIFTED AND WAAAAAAY ABOVE AVERAGE, can look at you and think… Hm… well there’s someone I never want to be like. So people like me can truly appreciate how good we have it, because when your entire life is filled with everything you’ve ever wanted, sometimes, you forget about how lucky you really are. She looks to her side and grabs both of her championships with one hand before raising them high in the air. FELICITY BANKS: AND THE QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN IS THE LUCKIEST… No… You don’t need luck when you’re the queen… She takes a few short seconds to ponder her thoughts. FELICITY BANKS: Let me rephrase that… AND THE QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN IS THE MOST GIFTED PERSON IN ALLLLLLL OF THE LAND! The crowd boos heavily as Felicity pushes herself to her feet and struts toward the corner. She glances up at the ramp and lays down across the ropes, and looks as if she’s ready to speak back up until Peter Autonom’s “White Man Marches On” starts to blast throughout the arena. The crowd is conflicted with cheers for someone interrupting Felicity but boos for the one that interrupted her. Billy Joe McCleary steps out of the curtain waving a confederate flag side to side with great pride. He plants the flag in the stand, conveniently placed off to the side of the stage before pulling a microphone out his back pocket. The music fades as Billy Joe takes a moment and looks around in disgust to all the Japanese. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: ALL YOU DAMN CHOPSTICKS MAKE ME SICK! They boo even louder as Billy Joe’s eyes glare down the ramp at the world champion. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: But don’t none ya’ll make ol’ Billy Joe sick more that GODDAMN CHEATIN’ ASS WHORE RIGHT ON DOWN IN THAT RING THERE! The statement was meant with some cheers but not many as most of the Japanese couldn’t understand what Billy was saying, just laughed and mocked him for being the epitome of an American stereotype. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: I don’t give a good hootin’ tootin’ bout none that queen stuff. Don’t no one give a rats ass bout ya goddamn kingdom. The Good Ol’ Boys. THE ALMIGHTY ANGLO SAXONS, BLOOD A THE WORLD’S MOST DOM’NANT N’ SUPERER RACE! Brick N Baron gon’ get they rematch. Hope ya had fun wit our goddamn belts n all ‘em tricks ya play wit ya no good backstabbin’ lesbo girlfriend. WE TAKIN’ BACK OUR STRAPS DAMMIT! Felicity facepalms as she hops off the ropes and walks closed to the side of the ring facing the entrance ramp. She grabs the HKW tag team championship from the center of the ring and drapes it around her shoulder as she stares down Ol Billy Joe. FELICITY BANKS: Look! It’s Yosemite Sam! Where are the rest of the Looney Tunes, Yosemite? Did NEM GOOD OL’ BOYS lose faith in Ol’ Billy Joe?! I mean, it’s rare…very rare for you to show your face without tweedle dee, tweedle dum, and tweedle dumbass following you like some lost puppies. But you know what? She shakes her head and lowers the title from her shoulder, dropping it to the floor. FELICITY BANKS: That doesn’t really matter. Nothing you say really matters, Billy. Do you think I care that you guys want a rematch, hm? EVERYONE already knows what’s going to happen. Onyx and I will beat your boys one more time, and then you’ll start cursing up a storm, threatening to quit, burning bridges, and blah blah blah. Throwing a hissy fit like only Billy Joe could! She looks up at Billy and smiles, tilting her head a bit to the side. FELICITY BANKS: You’re a very emotional little man, aintcha, Bill? She glances down at the title and leans herself over the top rope, staring directly at Billy. FELICITY BANKS: You and your boys want your rematch? Fine. You can have it at House of Pain. The crowd pops big, obviously knowing what Felicity was saying with the mention of the House of Pain supershow. FELICITY BANKS: But since I’m doing you this favor and giving your guys their rematch; I want you to do me a favor now, Bill. I want you to run backstage, find Brick, and send his scrawny little ass out here. I have other things to do tonight, and only five of my minutes are dedicated to kicking Brick’s face off. She looks at the pretend watch on her wrist. FELICITY BANKS: Look at that. Three minutes left! Better get him out here quick because we all know that I have no problem stepping out of this ring and not having to waste my time at all...peasant. Billy Joe closes his eyes, mumbling some words to himself as the Champ berated him. He finally looked up with a smile. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Y’know...my papaw told me long time ago. Ain’ no woman eva gon’ be smarta n’ stronga’ than a workin’ man. She can be a fine as wine with big tits and a big ol’ behind. But it don’ matter none. She a WOMAN! By nature my good ol’ superer t’ YOU n’ all that Killimunty trash. But this ain’ bout ‘em lesbos that worship ya. The crowd erupts in boos as Billy Joe clears his throat. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Ol’ Billy Joe out hea’ ‘cause he got a sco’ t’ settle witcha on his own. GODDAMMIT I CAN STEP ON DOWN THAT RING N’ WHOOP YER ASS LIKE YA DADDY NEVA DID! Billy Joe dropped the microphone and rolled up his sleeves and started marching down to the ring screaming out expletives as the fans were quite shocked. Felicity starts laughing before waving Billy Joe in to fight, and the japs went nuts. ALEXA CORRA: HAHAHA OH MY GAAWWWDD PLLLLEEEAAASSSSEEEE don’t tell me this goof is going to try to fight the QUEEN! RANDY THE PILOT: *mouth half full* YOOOOO MY BOY *crunch* BILLY JOE GON’ GIVE OL’ *crunch* FELLY A HURTIN’ WAHOOO!!! ALEXA CORRA: Shut the fuck up you fat slob. BRIAN MASON: WAIT A MINUTE! Brian’s peripheral vision caught two men with potato sacks on their heads rushing through the crowd. A larger man stepped over the barricade and threw his sack, revealing himself as former World Tag Team Champion Baron McCleary. Billy Joe was on the apron arguing with Felicity as the second man, assumed to be Brick, tries to leap over the barricade but trips and falls onto the arena floor. BRIAN MASON: Uh oh this doesn’t look good for the Champ here. ALEXA CORRA: This fucking idiot couldn’t even jump over a barricade, you think they have a chance at hurting the QUEEN!? RANDY THE PILOT: *crunch* Brick gets up, tosses the sack off and slides into the ring. Baron steps on the apron and over the ropes, the two creeping up behind Felicity Banks. Billy Joe, who’s still in her face, suddenly yells out “WAHOOOOOO!!!!” In that instance, Baron clubs Felicity in the back of the head, sending her down to the mat. Brick drags her to the center of the ring and mounts her with punches, allowing Billy Joe to enter the ring. All three men start to boot party on Felicity before Billy Joe stops. The champ clutched her stomach, rolling around in pain. The crowd jeered and jeered as Billy Joe told Brick and Baron to lift Felicity up. Billy Joe turns her around and clutches her waist. After a few moments he tucks his head under her arm and drives her neck first to the mat with a backdrop suplex. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn that was nasty. BRIAN MASON: I don’t necessarily sing Felicity Banks’ praises but this just isn’t right. ALEXA CORRA: FUCK. THOSE REDNECK MORONS! RANDY THE PILOT: SSWA World Champ, go in there and help her then. ALEXA CORRA: I can’t contractually or I would. Felicity grabs at the back of her head as Billy Joe tells Brick and Baron to continue putting the boots to her as Billy exits the ring and hustles up the ramp. In the ring, Baron lifts an almost lifeless Felicity to her feet and holds her up by her hair. She swings wildly at the air, but Baron puts an end to that with an elbow to the face and then sets her up in powerbomb position as Brick climbs up to the top rope. ALEXA CORRA: Seriously...where the fuck is Onyx?! RANDY THE PILOT: Or Ina… Or Talia… As Brick catches his balance on the top rope, Billy shows back up on the entrance ramp, dragging the returning referee Gary Pinson by his ear with him. The crowd boos at Pinson and Billy Joe. Baron sees the ref and shines off a goofy smirk as he lifts Felicity up in the powerbomb and Brick soars off connecting with a blockbuster neckbreaker! RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn! *Munch* The hell was that?! BRIAN MASON: I don’t know, but whatever it was; it knocked Felicity out cold. Felicity was lifeless in the center of the ring as Brick and Baron stare down at her. Billy Joe yells somethings at Pinson before letting go of his ear and sliding him in the ring, yelling for him to start the match. ALEXA CORRA: Are you kidding me? Referee Gary Pinson looks torn as Baron exits the ring and Brick yells at the referee to call for the bell. The referee looks around the ring reluctantly and sees Baron and Billy Joe ready to pounce him if he doesn’t call for the bell. Pinson looks down at Felicity and hides a smile before he shakes his head calling for the bell... DING DING DING! ![]() vs. ![]() The match begins and Brick starts doing jumping jacks in the center of the ring, saying “How ya like ya champeeen now?!” over and over again. After the tenth jumping jack, Brick falls to the ground and acts gassed as he pretends to struggle crawling toward Felicity. He finally gets to her and drapes his arm over her chest as the referee makes the count… ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRR----KICKOUT! Felicity just gets her shoulder up, surprising the hell out of the McCleary’s and getting a pretty big pop from the Japanese crowd. Brick turns around and looks at Billy Joe as Felicity does her best to crawl toward the ropes. BRIAN MASON: I don’t know how she kicked out?! It had to have been instinct. ALEXA CORRA: She’s a Banks, Mase. Whether you love them or you hate them, every one of them has a never say die attitude. BRIAN MASON: But she can barely move. She can’t even get to her feet! Felicity tries to grab a hold of the ropes, but she seems out of it. Baron and Billy Joe hop on the apron and pull Brick toward them as Billy Joe yells “FINISH IT” directly in Brick’s ear. Brick nods his head and chews on his lip as she approaches Felicity and watches her try to pull herself up to her feet. Just as she gets her hand on the second rope, Brick lifts her up by her hair, spins her around, and locks her up in a full nelson before releasing her and executing a Dragon Suplex that folds Felicity up like an accordion. Brick immediately makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! Brick throws his arms in the air and begins celebrating his victory as if he had just won the World championship. Billy Joe and Baron slide into the ring and point and laugh at the downed champion. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… Brick McCleary! Peter Autonom’s “White Man Marches” on plays to a slew of boos as Billy Joe tells both Brick and Baron to ready themselves in case someone comes out to Felicity’s aid. The three men stare up the ramp for a few moments. Billy Joe turns around at Felicity who was trying to use Gary Pinson’s pants for leverage to get up. Billy Joe rushes over and stomps on Felicity one more time for good measure before leading the former tag team champions up the ramp to a sea of jeers. BRIAN MASON: I cannot believe what we just witnessed. ALEXA CORRA: I just can’t believe NO ONE came out to help her. Like where is Killuminaughty? RANDY THE PILOT: Probably because Ina, Talia and Fran isn’t Fel’s tag team partner. They probably figured Onyx would come out since she’s always trying to play superhero. BRIAN MASON: Either way, the champ needs some help out here. WINNER VIA PINFALL - BRICK MCCLEARY (1:27) ![]() The double doors swing open slamming against the walls as MJ Bell emerges from them. She looks furious causing a few backstage works to quickly hurry away. One of them isn't so lucky when he is cut off from escaping down the hall. MJ BELL: You seen Charli? He holds his hands up in surrendered shaking his head from side to side. MJ releases a loud, irritated, sigh shoving past him and straight down the hall way. The cameras are on her heels watching the angered redhead hunt for her attacker. As MJ rounds another corner and spots a friendly face. Through the aggravated expression, she quickly walks over to speak to Nina Stokes. MJ BELL: Nina, have you seen Charli? NINA STOKES: No, I haven’t...is everything ok? MJ BELL: Will be when I find her… NINA STOKES: You need some backup? Or, you want to handle things on your own? MJ BELL: I think I need to handle this one on my own. Thanks. MJ says shortly and Nina nods her head. NINA STOKES: I understand; kick her ass when you find her ok? MJ finally cracks a smile while her head nods. MJ BELL: I plan on it. She exhales taking a look around. MJ BELL: Good luck with your match later on. NINA STOKES: Thanks MJ. MJ BELL: No problem. I’ll see you around. MJ continues down the hallway as the scene transitions... ![]() The scene opens outside of a room as Head of Security, RED and another one of his men stand outside the door as some really....really....REALLY loud heavy....heavy....HEAVY metal rock music is heard blasting inside. RED looks back at the door and rubs his ears shaking his head. RED: SHIT BRUH. THAT SHIT LOUD AS FUCK. SECURITY GUARD: Yeah for real boss. What's the deal? RED shrugs his shoulders and pulls out a joint placing it in his mouth before lighting it up. He takes a hit and replies. RED: I DON'T EVEN KNOW BRUH. ALL I KNOW IS SOME DUDE IN SUITS BROUGHT IN SOME DUDE WITH A HOOD OVER HIS HEAD AND PUT HIM IN THAT ROOM YESTERDAY. THEN THEY TOLD ME ROMEO WANTED US WATCHING THE DOOR JUST IN CASE SOMETHING HAPPENED OR WHATEVER. THAT'S WHY I HAD Y'ALL TAKING SHIFTS ALL NIGHT BRUH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON BRUH I REALLY DON'T. BUT I AIN'T FUCKING WITH IT BRUH REAL TALK. SECURITY GUARD: Yeah about Romeo man....What's um....What's the deal with him? Like I know he's the GM and shit but like. Me and the guys been talking and well he's uh..He's a little stand offish ain't he? I don't know he's just kind of unusual. Are all lawyers like that? RED: NINJA I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THAT MAN. ALL I KNOW IS THAT NINJA AIN'T A GODDAMN LAWYER. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE IS BUT THAT LAWYER SHIT A FUCKING LIE BRUH. The two men shake their heads and look in front of them seeing Defiance General Manager Romeo Price standing there dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a black shirt and tie with a smirk a smirk on his face as he carries a silver briefcase. RED jumps almost dropping his blunt. RED: JESUS! ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen..... Romeo nods and heads for the door. As he opens the door the heavy metal music blasts outside of the door and the man they brought in last night is seen sitting there handcuffed to the table as he wears a hood on his head. Romeo smiles at the sight and even gives it a bit of a light chuckle. He looks back to RED with the smile on his face. ROMEO PRICE: Will you mind joining me inside Mr. Ohno? RED takes another but bigger pull from his blunt and shakes his head. RED: NAH BRUH. FUCK ALL THAT. LOOK BRUH I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU INTO OR GOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW BUT I AIN'T STEPPING A GODDAMN FOOT IN THAT ROOM BRUH. NAH FUCK ALL THAT KEEP ME OUT OF IT. Romeo laughs and looks down shaking his head. He then looks up at RED and takes his joint from between his fingers and flicks it off to the side. Romeo's smile quickly disappears as he looks into RED's eyes. ROMEO PRICE: You must be confused, that wasn't a question as if I was asking you for a favor Mr. Ohno....That was a goddamn order. Now I don't give a fuck about what you want or do not want to do if I tell you do something you do it. Do you understand me? Now get your useless fat ass in that goddamn room or I will send you back to the fucking United States and have you locked in the deepest and darkest pit that is big enough to keep you inside for however the fuck long I want to keep you there.... RED quickly goes inside the room in fear of being locked up. Romeo looks over to the other security guard. ROMEO PRICE: And you stay by this door....So help me God if you move a fucking muscle away from this door I will personally cut out your Adam's Apple and feet it to that lard fuck. Am I understood? SECURITY GUARD: Ye....Ye...Yes sir. Loud and clear. Romeo looks at him up and down for a moment and grunts. ROMEO PRICE: ..........Hmph..... He steps into the room dark room and heads over to the table where the man is handcuffed. After setting down the briefcase he reaches up turning on a lamp over the table. He sits down and gets as comfortable as he could before snapping his fingers telling RED to cut off the music. MAN: HELP! HELP! What did I do?! I swear if I owe you money man I'm good for it I promise. Just give me a couple of days I'll pay you back! Every cent man! Every fucking cent! Romeo chuckles and points over to the hood on the man's head. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Ohno will you kindly do this man a favor and remove his hood? RED walks over to the table and removes the hood revealing the man to be former referee Lee Redford and best friend of former Defiance GM Zero McHannon. His eyes obviously not used to the light he cringes. LEE REDFORD: Ahhh, shit man. Yo, what the hell bro?! ROMEO PRICE: Apologies Mr. Redford for the desperate measures, I just needed to have a word with you..... RED steps back a little stunned to see Lee again and looks over to Romeo in shock. Lee now able to see looks up and over to see the man his best friend grew to hate the most sitting in front of him. LEE REDFORD: Oh fuck...Look bro if you're looking for Zero I honestly have no idea where the hell he is. I don't know anything man I promise. I've just been home trying to take care of my little girl that is all I swear! I fucking swear! Romeo chuckles as he sits there. ROMEO PRICE: Don't worry Mr. Redford I know exactly where Zero McHannon is and what he has been up to......Which includes keeping an eye on you and your daughter making sure you don't manage to fuck that up... Romeo smirks as Lee's eyes widen. LEE REDFORD: Zero....Zero's alive? He's...He's okay? ROMEO PRICE: Yes Mr. Redford, but that isn't why I brought you here to see me today. Do you know where you are Mr. Redford? Lee shakes his head. LEE REDFORD: No i...I just remember walking out of a bar and everything just went black from there. Still a bit fuzzy...I don't...I don't know what happened. ROMEO PRICE: Well Mr. Redford let me be the first to welcome you to Koto, Tokyo, Japan.... LEE REDFORD: Tokyo? Japan? What the... ROMEO PRICE: And welcome back to HKW Defiance as well....I understand you are a former referee of this company, correct? Lee nods still unsure what is going on. LEE REDFORD: Yeah, Zero got me the gig here. Wait why the hell am I here? Romeo reaches for the briefcase ignoring Lee's question. He opens the briefcase and pulls out two files. He slides them over to Lee's side and unlocks his handcuffs. ROMEO PRICE: There is currently an investigation undergoing and I would like to know if you are able to identify either of these gentlemen for me.... Lee rubs his wrist after finally being freed. He then begins to go over the files and he points at one. LEE REDFORD: Yeah....Yeah Gary fucking Pinson. Snake mother fucker still owes me twenty bucks. I know him. He looks into the other file and shakes his head. LEE REDFORD: Uh, nah man I don't know this guy. I don't know who this guy is never seen him before. But this guy Gary? I know him. Lee sits back in the chair. LEE REDFORD: Why what's going on. ROMEO PRICE: I suspect that one or both of these men have unfairly officiated matches here in HKW Mr Redford. I brought you here to give you an opportunity to have another "gig" officiating here in Hard Knox Wrestling but there is a catch.... Lee sat up in his chair a bit more cheerful than before and curious as to what the catch was. ROMEO PRICE: I want you to report back to me about any suspicious findings you discover within the officiating core. I want you to tell me anything you can find out about either of these men...Do you think you can do that? Lee nods with a smile on his face and extends his hand. LEE REDFORD: Yes sir. Yeah I'll do it bro. Romeo smirks and shakes his hand. He stands up to his feet and pulls out a contract and a pen. ROMEO PRICE: Once again, welcome back to Hard Knox Wrestling Mr. Redford.... The scene begins to fade as Lee signs the contract. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall! As "Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits the PA System lights begins to flash purple, white and black. Eva Castro is seen standing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips as she looks around to the crowd. She throws up the LA symbol with her hands and begins to head down the ramp. While making her way down the ramp she looks over to the fans along it and smirks. She then stops in the middle of the ramp looking towards the ring. Standing there for a moment she takes it all in and rolls her neck. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Los Angeles, CA......Representing LAX.....EEVVVVVAAAAAA CCASSSTTRRRROOOOOO!!!! Eva begins walking down the rest of the ramp acting as if the fans aren't even there. As she reaches the ring she walks around to the side and slides in. After sliding into the ring she sits up on her knees and looks around to the crowd with a smirk on her face. She then gets up to her feet and walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans on it as she waits for her opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… The guitar-electronica mix of "Feed The Machine" by RED begin to jar the audience's ears, and Ryan Corey, replete in his trademark long white trenchcoat, begins to walk to the ring as the lyrics kick in. Corey reaches the ringside area as the small interlude between verse and chorus happens, and just as the chorus kicks in, he hops from the floor to the ring apron, and then from the apron into the ring, slingshotting himself over the top rope. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen.....standing six feet tall....weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds.....originally from Whiting, Iowa and now fighting out of Camp Nightfall in Moberly, Missouri....this is...NIGHTBRINGER...RYAN...COREY!!!!! As the rest of the chorus rings out, the music begins to fade, and Corey takes off the trench, handing it through the ropes to a ringside attendant. As the music dies, he steps center-ring, and while looking at his opponents, slowly draws a thumb across his throat, making sure he looks his opponent directly in the eyes while doing it. ![]() VS. ![]() DING DING DING! The match begins with Eva shooting right of her corner and charging at Corey, only for Corey to trip her up in a drop toe hold. Eva falls face first into the middle turnbuckle and the veteran Ryan Corey is right there to pull her out of the corner and into a belly to belly suplex! Eva goes flying across the ring as a more aggressive than usual Ryan Corey doesn’t even give Eva a moment to breathe before lifting her to her feet and hitting a nice Russian legsweep. Corey stands to his feet and gets a big pop from the crowd as he patiently waits for Eva to rise to her feet. When she does, Corey charges toward her and goes for a decapitating big boot, but Eva rolls underneath Corey’s leg and catches him with a dropkick to the back. Corey falls chest first into the turnbuckles and Eva charges in with a double knee to Corey’s spine. BRIAN MASON: That might be the opening Eva needed against the veteran Ryan Corey. ALEXA CORRA: Meh. RANDY THE PILOT: Marvelous commentary, Lex. Eva stomps on Corey’s head before she slides underneath the ring and gets herself positioned on the apron. She waits for Corey to stand to his feet, and when he does, Eva springs onto the ropes and soars off with a crossbody attempt, but Corey catches her in mid-air and turns it into a powerslam! Corey makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ryan looks genuinely surprised by Eva’ kickout and grabs her head before lifting her to a vertical stance. He tries to whip her into the corner, but Eva switches momentum and pulls Corey into a jumping calf kick! BRIAN MASON: Beautiful counter by the rookie. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, she looks better in the ring now than she did at the house shows. ALEXA CORRA: Are you both blind, or just retarded? This is horrible! What am I even doing out here for this? RANDY THE PILOT: Never change, Lex. Eva bounces off the ropes and lands on Corey with a standing senton. She jumps right back to her feet and executes a picture perfect standing moonsault before making the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Eva gets frustrated and slams her hands off the mat before popping up to her feet. She waits for the veteran Ryan Corey to get to his feet before blasting him with a forearm to the jaw...and another… and another that sends Corey back against the turnbuckles. Eva looks over at the ropes, leaps on them and hits Corey with a beautiful triangle dropkick, taking the multiple time world champion down! Eva climbs out of the ring and begins perching her way to the top, never taking her eyes off of Corey. BRIAN MASON: Not sure what she’s looking for here, but she has Ryan right where she wants him. RANDY THE PILOT: If she hits this it might be over! ALEXA CORRA: Oh, man. Ryan Corey losing to someone who’s still new to the sport? Hah. Joey Miles will be the least of his worries if he loses here. Eva stands at the top rope for a moment and taunts the crowd. She nearly loses her balance, but catches and then soars off with a 450 splash!... But Corey gets the knees up! Eva clutches at her stomach and begins squirming around the ring as Corey pulls himself to his feet and starts measuring up the rookie. Corey circles the ring and patiently waits until Eva turns around…. WHAM! Corey hits his patent Shinkenen spear, nearly turning Eva inside out! RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn! What a spear! BRIAN MASON: This one has to be over. All he has to do is make the pin. But Corey had other ideas in mind. He soaks in the cheers from the Japanese crowd before making a cut-throat gesture and turning his attention back to Eva. He lifts her to her feet, but Eva still has some life in her as she blasts Corey with a right hand! Corey takes a few steps as Eva swings wildly again, but misses this time. Corey manages to sneak up behind Eva and… NIGHTFALL! Corey hits his patent Taz-mission-plex and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… RYAAAAAN COOOOREEEEYYY!! “Feed the machine” blares over the sound system as referee Crisp raises Ryan Corey’s hand in victory. Corey looks down at the fallen Eva and just shakes his head before giving the Japanese audience a round of applause. ALEXA CORRA: He won’t be clapping when Joey Miles gets him again. RANDY THE PILOT: Man, I love my boy Miles, but I can’t see that happening. The RC seem more focused now than ever before. BRIAN MASON: And one would assume that spells out trouble for one Joey Miles. Corey exits the ring and slaps the hands of a few lucky fans before mouthing the words “I’m not through yet” in the camera's direction. Winner via pinfall - Ryan Corey [6:13] ![]() When we return to ring side there’s a man dressed as Santa Claus delivering HKW merchandize to people in the arena. There’s a lot of merchandize, from t-shirts to championship belt replicas, caps, posters and more from your favorite HKW stars and staff.The people in the arena are cheering and fighting against each other to get the stuff. SANTA CLAUS: OH! OH! OH! I have presents for everyone! Calm down! Calm down! If you fight each other you’ll be kicked out of my nice lis- Santa was interrupted from his present delivering when “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy started playing and Aurora Master popped out in the arena with a microphone in hand. When the music stopped however, Santa simply returned to delivering presents and the audience was, again, engrossed on that. SANTA CLAUS: Okay, where was I? Oh, yes, a HKW Lionheart Championship replica for you, and a Dick Kicking Kings T-shirt for you, miss. AURORA MASTER: HEY! Hey! Hey! You stop that! Aurora was coming down the ramp in Santa’s direction and she seemed incredibly angry by the lack of respect towards her. AURORA MASTER: Nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, will disrespect me! I’m Aurora Master of the Master family and I’m the head of operations of Aurora Corp. I have an IQ higher than anyone in this arena, and yeah, I am aware you are all asian. Frankly, I’m the finest arrangement of atoms to ever exist in or near this hole you call HKW. So, yeah, respect. Santa Claus looked around confused. SANTA CLAUS:Uh… Okay, miss. What is it that you want? AURORA MASTER: I want my present. SANTA CLAUS: I’m… I’m sorry, what? These presents aren’t for staff, they are for the audience only. AURORA MASTER: Yeah? Well, I want my present. Look around, there should be one with my name on it. SANTA CLAUS: These presents don’t actually have a name ta- AURORA MASTER: Aurora Master. SANTA CLAUS: Again, no tag in here for me t- AURORA MASTER: Of the Master family. SANTA CLAUS: See, you didn’t need to tell me that, I could tell it from your last name, it’s kinda pointless information real- AURORA MASTER: My. Present. Now. SANTA CLAUS: Seriously, lady, I can’t give you anyth- Out of nowhere Aurora Master jumps and goes for her finishing maneuver “BOW!!!”, a jumping DDT, but when she pushes him for the DDT itself, she ends up not grabbing him properly and instead she falls on her back alone. AURORA MASTER:Ouch… ow… oooooowwwwwwwwww… SANTA CLAUS: Are… are you okay, miss? AURORA MASTER: No… not… not really. Ouch. Aurora pushes herself up with the help of the barricades clearly in pain. SANTA CLAUS: What the Hell were you trying to do? AURORA MASTER: Ouch… okay, I’ll tell you, ouch… But I need a sec, my back, God. My back hurts, I need a second to recompose. Aurora stretched, snapping her back, to which she showed a clear sign of relief. Then, out of nowhere, she tried doing “BOW!!!” again, this time successfully. She got up with her eyes wide open, apparently amazed that she managed to pull her maneuver successfully and then she quickly started looking around the bag, after a while she takes out a present and calls the camera man to zoom in. The present had clearly a name tag saying “Aurora Master”. AURORA MASTER: Just in case you all thought I was lying. This is MY Christmas present because I deserve it! I deserved it by being the best athlete around, and by winning against four people when half of our team left. Yeah, that’s right, half my team left the ringside but I still won, because I am that good. And because of that I deserve this. Aurora opened her present and took a metallic blue Championship Belt from it. This belt didn’t had the HKW though, instead adorning the Aurora Corp logo. It said “The Superior Title” and had Aurora’s name in the plate. AURORA MASTER: That’s right, I may not have received any title shot yet, but I don’t need it, I have my own title, a title that is worth more than any other in this company because it’s MY title. The Superior Title, for The Superior One, Aurora Master! Watch and weep, inferiors. Aurora put her belt on her shoulder and left the arena laughing at the audience, who was now booing her. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 28 2014, 12:26 AM Post #2 |
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![]() The scene opens with the assistant to the Chief of Staff, Brock Cassius, strutting through the halls. He was dressed down in a custom Armani suit and held a cigar in between his lips as he strutted toward the locker room wing of the arena. As he makes the turns he stops a backstage worker, grabbing him by the shirt, shoving him against a wall, and smacs him with a love tap to the cheek. BROCK CASSIUS: What are Zakk Lewis’ whereabouts? I have a message to deliver to him for his superior, and yours, Miss Selena King. The worker shrugs his shoulders and mumbles ‘I don’t know’ along with something else, but Cassius doesn’t seem to care as he grabs a hold of the workers shirt again and flings him out of the picture. BROCK CASSIUS: Worthless knobheads. As he turns his head, he can see Zakk Lewis’ locker room door directly in front of him. He smirks and struts that way, not bothering to knock on the door as he kicks it open with his foot. BROCK CASSIUS: Aye, mate! WAKE UP CALL! WHERE YE BE!? Then we see Zakk Lewis standing in front of a mirror with no shirt on with his hands in front of him below his waist, and we hear a buzzing sound. Brock quirks an eyebrow or two. Zakk turns around. But to Brock’s relief, Zakk was using an electric nail filer on his fingernails. ZAKK LEWIS: Don’t like using that cheap 99 cent nail filer. Think I might sell one of these to Romeo Price. Zakk then throws the filer to the side, and he grabs a ‘Motley Crue’ t-shirt and puts it on. ZAKK LEWIS: Well, what’s up, Brocky? Barging into my privacy as if you were the police. What do you need? Brock gulps hard as he looks around Zakk’s office, making sure there were no weapons that could cripple him anywhere in sight. BROCK CASSIUS: I just came by to give you a little of news, mate. As you know, following Divine Supremacy Defiance and that piss poor show known as iGNITE are going to be their separate ways in terms of pay per views. And Miss King? She wants to help make the first Defiance branded pay pay view. He smirks smugly and adjusts his tie a bit. BROCK CASSIUS: And she has selected to me tell the world the name of very Defiance brand of the pay per view will be… Dream On! Claps and cheers from the crowd in the background. BROCK CASSIUS: And on that night, Hard Knox Wrestling will see the return of it’s patent Golden Opportunity Ladder Match! Now we get a big pop from the crowd as Brock smirks and Lewis tries to continue listening. BROCK CASSIUS: Now this has really nothing to do with you, but I just wanted you to know first so I could rub it in your face that you will not have a chance to get into the Golden Opportunity match because you will not be competing in such events! He adjusts his tie once more, lifts up his right hand, and points at Zakk. BROCK CASSIUS: Ha-Ha. You will not be competing in such events. He lowers his head and nods. BROCK CASSIUS: That will be all, chap. Farewell. Zakk then grabs a shoe and throws it at the door catching Brock’s attention. ZAKK LEWIS: Hold on now. So you barge into my locker room to…. Tell me that I’m not allowed to be in the Golden Opportunity match. And exactly what’s the reasoning behind this speculation? Even though I do know you are the coffee boy, the mail getter, the bitch, bag boy, E-T-C. Why wouldn’t Selena King come and tell me this herself? Zakk Lewis then walks over to Brock. ZAKK LEWIS: I’m on your shit, Brock. Don’t think you can waltz in here and tell me that I’m not eligible to be apart of something that I should be in. Who deserves to be in that match? Gia Levi? Zakk Lewis then laughs. ZAKK LEWIS: Ah man.. No, No. Brock. Fine. You want to be Mercury the Messenger Boy. I got a message for you. Tell Selena to take the strap on that her and Felicity use, and shove it up her ass. So far up that it literally enters her stomach and digests all the lube and plastic. Because, Goddammit, I will be in whatever match I believe I deserve to be in. He then takes a comb out of his pocket and combs his hair back. Brock laughs and shakes his head. BROCK CASSIUS: Sure you will, Fonzi. And I will one day rule England and own my own submarine. Brock chuckles sarcastically and slaps Zakk’s arm. BROCK CASSIUS: It’s good to dream, mate. But the reality is… Brock grabs his sunglasses from his suit pocket and slides them on his face. BROCK CASSIUS: You will be in whatever match Miss King puts you in. Take care, pal. Brock nods his head and goes to leave. Then Zakk picks up another shoe and this time throws it at Brock’s head. Zakk then walks over and grabs Brock and throws him over a table. Then walks over and kicks him in the stomach. Zakk then kneels. And usually Zakk at this moment would start screaming, but he doesn’t this time. Instead he just…. ZAKK LEWIS: Brock. No. You listen here, mate. I’ll….. Let me tell you what a dream is. A dream is something you strive for. And I have. Correct? So.. The reality is… He then walks over and grabs a cup of freshly brewed coffee and walks over to Brock. ZAKK LEWIS: Sometimes life get’s a little hot, but it’s always easy to make it cool. He then pours the whole 6 oz of hot coffee ontop of Brock’s face, causing Brock to scream in bloody murder. Zakk then grabs Brock, and shoves him out of the room. A crew member then walks by and jumps when he sees a screaming Brock rolling around in the hallway. He then looks at Zakk. ZAKK LEWIS: Oh, can you bring more coffee grind? I ran out. CREW MEMBER: S-Sure.. ZAKK LEWIS: Thanks. Zakk then shuts the door, and the cameraman zooms in on the screaming Brock as the scene fades. ![]() As the scene fades in the first ever Crowned Royalty Throne winner and Captain of Team Defiance, Shane Atwater is seen standing inside the office of Defiance General Manager Romeo Price who seems to be absent as of right now. Shane looks around a bit disappointed as he stands there wondering where Romeo could possibly be. Shane shake his head and shrugs as he turns to head for the door to leave but just as he does so the door flies open and Romeo Price himself comes walking in carrying his briefcase. Shane looks up a bit shocked and shocked with a smile on his face. SHANE ATWATER: Hey! Just the man I wanted to--- Romeo points over to a chair in front of his desk. ROMEO PRICE: Sit.... Shane looks over to the chair and walks over to it as he watches Romeo walk past him and over to the desk opening up his briefcase. SHANE ATWATER: Look, Mr. Price I just wanted to come by and talk to you about this Team Defiance situation. I ---- As Romeo takes out the recently signed contract signed by Lee Redford he walks over to a fax machine and punches a few numbers before faxing the contract to HKW HQ. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Atwater, I know exactly why you are here.....And as of right now I do not need you to speak, I need you to listen... Romeo looks back over to Shane as he begins to pour himself a drink of whiskey. ROMEO PRICE: I understand you are a bit discouraged with not being able to handpick your teammates....I honestly do not care about your grievances Mr. Atwater. You are the Captain of Team Defiance. The members fought to earn their spots on their team but you do have final say whether or not you want an individual on the team....But you also have to take in account that there are some individuals who will already be booked for the upcoming pay per view so I advise you to take caution when doing so.... Romeo takes a sip of his drink and makes his way over to the desk. After setting down the glass on a colster Romeo begins to unbutton his suit jacket before sitting down at his desk. ROMEO PRICE: But that is not something I think I needed to tell you.....Maybe I overestimated your intelligence. Either way, it is good that you now know for sure. i also want to let you know something Mr. Atwater that I think will masterfully please you and the fans.... He takes another sip and studies Shane for a brief moment. ROMEO PRICE: I want you to know that if you happen to secure Team Defiance a victory come Divine Supremacy I will personally guarantee you a shot at the HKW World Championship.... Shane eyes widen a bit unexpected to hear such a thing. ROMEO PRICE: You have been nothing less than impressive since coming to HKW and you have made myself and the premeire brand of Defiance happy. I believe it is only fair to award you for your efforts....Now if you can go Mr. Atwater.... Shane looks around and nods. He gets up and extends his hand but pulls it back as Romeo sits back in his seat and takes a sip from his glass instead of try and shake his hand. The scene fades away as Romeo smirks watching Shane leave the office. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! The clap chorus of " My songs know what you did in the dark." by Fall Out Boy begins playing through the P.A. The crowd erupts into cheers before quickly chanting the 'Oh, whoa, oh whoa" along with the song and clapping to the beat. When the singer starts, MJ Bell finally emerges from the back gaining even more of the cheers. The redhead nods her head raising a sole hand into the air. MJ drops the hand then makes her way down to the ring interacting with the crowd. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Paradise, Michigan,... She is.... MJ BELL!!!! Quickly the redhead jobs up the stairs and into the ring. The redhead dances around the ring, MJ whips her hair around while head banging to the music while pyrotechnics go off at the entrance ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent... Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System as Joey Miles makes his way onto the stage once Cudi's lyrics actually kick in. He stares straight forward at the ring, intensity seen in the man's eyes. He goes to walk towards the ring, but then the crowd gets on their feet as they see Ryan Corey run behind Joey Miles and smack him dead in the back with a chair! BRIAN MASON: It's Ryan Corey! Ryan Corey just blasted Joey Miles with a steel chair! ALEXA CORRA: Really..... With Miles grounded, Corey takes a moment to stare down toward the ring and mouths the words "I'm sorry" in MJ's direction. He shifts his focus to Miles before whaling away with chair shot... after chair shot... after chair shot until it broke! Corey looks at the destroyed chair and rips one of the legs off before glancing back at Miles. He stares at the leg and turns it over to the sharp edge before staring back down at Miles. RANDY THE PILOT: Oh, shit. What's he gonna do?! Corey grabs a hold of Miles head and drives the edge of the chair leg directly into Miles' forehead, busting him wide open! A bunch of security guards flood the ramp as they restrain Ryan Corey while Miles bleeds all over the entrance ramp. BRIAN MASON: Ryan Corey just destroyed Joey Miles! WHISPER VIPERI: It was a sneak attack! And...destroyed? Hah, Mase. You're such a softie. Security pulls Corey to the back as MJ stares up at the ramp in disbelief. On-site EMT's rushed toward Miles and tend to his aid while Whisper looks over and shrugs her arms. Referee Hank Berman gets word from the trainers before turning to Whisper and giving her the decision of the match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentleman. Winning by opponent forfeit... MJ BELL! The crowd cheers, but MJ doesn't look pleased. Referee Berman raises her hand, but MJ quickly pulls it away as she walk over to the side of the ring near the commentary table and looks out at the crowd with a disappointed look on her face. ALEXA CORRA: It's fucking funny how MJ Bell wins by default. She always seems to find a way to win. Such a fucking a prissy ass bitch. BRIAN MASON: Good Lord, Alexa. RANDY THE PILOT: Right? It's almost as if MJ heard Alexa as the two make eye contact and have a momentary stare down. Alexa stands to her feet and flips MJ off much to the redheads surprise. MJ simply shrugs it off, figuring it was just another case of Alexa being Alexa. ALEXA CORRA: I will bleed you dry...bitch. BRIAN MASON: Well.... Okay........then. Winner: MJ BELL (0:00) ![]() The camera shows Onyx rushing down a hallway, asking a backstage worker if Felicity is down the hall. The person replies with a nod of the head as they point their finger in the direction she was going. As the camera followers her, she gets to a door that reads “HKW Trainer” and opens it. Onyx looks around the room for a moment until her eyes find Felicity, sitting on a medical table sitting in silence as her gaze is on the floor. Going to her, Onyx goes to place a reinsuring hand on her shoulder but then distracts it. Probably figuring it was a bad time. ONYX PAYNE: When I arrived I got told what A.S.H did to you and I came to find you. To make sure that you were alright. Felicity didn’t say anything as she just sat there, staring at the different colored vinyl flooring beneath her. ONYX PAYNE: I was late and it’s my fault for what happened to you. I promise you. That it won’t happen again and I will be sure to make them pay for what they did to you. It was unnecessary and for what? Because they couldn’t get the job done? They should be looking at themselves, and not at us for their shortcomings. Felicity continues to stare at the ground, moving her shoulder only enough to get Onyx’s hand off of her. She finally looks up with a glossy look in her eyes and grabs at her neck. FELICITY BANKS: What the hell did you just say? Know what? Nevermind that. Where were you?! I TELL FRAN, INA AND TALIA TO NOT INTERFERE IN OUR BUSINESS WITH A.S.H. BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU’D HAVE MY BACK! She stops, moving her hand from her neck to her temple. She rubs in clockwise before lifting her other hand up and waving it vigorously. FELICITY BANKS: What kind of...crap is it when my own partner is nowhere to be found while you’re getting your ass handed to you by three people with one full set of teeth?! God… Felicity winces, in obvious pain as she hops off the trainers table. She glances at Onyx and just shakes her head as she walks toward an icepack laying across the room. FELICITY BANKS: Whatever. I’m sure you have some logical explanation, right? You always do. The last sentence was spoken with a sarcastic tone as Felicity pressed the icepack against her neck. Onyx shakes her head with a sort of smile on her face as she scoffs. ONYX PAYNE: You think I did this on purpose? Leave you to the wolfs just so... What? They can weaken you or something? Onyx seems amused about the situation as she scratches her head. ONYX PAYNE: Are you serious? You think I would honestly take one of your tactics and use it against you? Isn’t that humorous. I WAS LATE. I’m sorry. I could stand here and argue with you back and forth until we are both blue in the face but, I don’t think you’d believe me no matter what. For you, the best thing I could do at this point is show you and make it up to you. Felicity pulls her icepack from her neck and launches it at Onyx’s feet. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t wanna hear it, I don’t wanna hear it, I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT. ONYX PAYNE: EXACTLY! YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! SO I’m going to show you, and before you get on your high horse and say “well you could have shown me by having my back” /she says in a mocking tone/Yes. I could have. BUT I WASN’T HERE. I’m going to make it up to you alright? Tonight. Because what they did… Holding up her index finger, she holds her tongue for a moment as she opens the door to leave but not before giving Felicity a stern look of unpleasantries. ONYX PAYNE: They’re going to pay. All of them. With that promise made, Onyx slams the door behind her leaving Felicity standing there. FELICITY BANKS: Spunky.. Felicity laughs but winces again. And with that the camera cuts. ![]() The scene opens up to a shot of a relatively empty catering area. Nina walks into the scene and makes her way over to the drinks. She pours herself a cup and takes a small sip. Nina turns to leave, but she almost runs smack dab into Gia Levi. GIA LEVI: Watch it… Gia looks up to see Nina and rolls her eyes at the other woman. GIA LEVI: Well well, I thought I noticed an oil slick off the carpet. Getting ready for our match dear? She smiles evily and places her hands over her hips not looking away at Nina. GIA LEVI: Oh wait, let me guess thinking of clowns, fairies and balloon animals like usual hmm? Dear sweet innocent Nina Stokes, you know we’ve never had the pleasure to talk face to face, sure we’ve faced each other countless times but discuss things no, I don’t think we have. Nina seemed to be getting fed up with the discussion and looked to walk away, but Gia got in her way preventing her from moving. GIA LEVI: Now Nina, that was very rude of you. I was just trying to have a friendly chat with you. I must say that it is nice that we ran into each other darling, I mean I know is going to be so hard for that little sweet heart of yours to take the humiliation after I come out the winner of tonight's match. But surely you are used to disappointments in life no? The look on Nina’s face screams boredom. Before she speaks, she takes a long drink of her coffee. NINA STOKES: You’re just like the Energizer Bunny aren’t you? You just keep going and going She takes another sip of coffee. NINA STOKES: But you are right, my mind was off somewhere else. My was focused on that ring out there and everything I’m going to do to you tonight! A small smirk forms on her face. NINA STOKES: Oh, it’s going to be glorious. First, I’m going out run you. You’re ring speed seems to be the same as your mental speed, so that won’t be a problem. After that? Well, I’m just going to kick your head off. That might piss off some of men in the crowd...but hey, business is business right? Nina shakes her head. NINA STOKES: You know, it’s funny. For whatever reason, you seem to think you know me Gia. But quite honestly, you don’t shit. Now if you excuse me… Nina turns to go, but Gia grabs her arm forcefully GIA LEVI: So you’re going to run me and then kick my head off huh? She lets out a slight laugh before she flicks her hair to the back clearly not backing away from Nina. GIA LEVI: Sweet little Nina Stokes has let the claws out huh and now wants to play the Bitch? How magnanimous! All the better dear, bring your little A game and show me what you can do inside that ring...Although Nina, I must warn you about a little something first, this kitty has claws. Gia states as a matter of fact, blocking Nina from moving from the spot she was in. GIA LEVI: So be very careful what you wish for darling because you’re in for a rude awakening for when I have you pinned down that mat, a position I’m sure you’ve grown accustomed too and witness the ref declare me the victor. Then you will realise that it was not wise to cross me darling because unlike Fran, I am not the bitch to mess with. but hey...business is business, and to me Nina are just another bug that must be stepped on. She lets out her own smirk sizing up Nina. GIA LEVI: Of course if you want a little demonstration of what’s to come, I am more than willing to show you just exactly what i’m capable off. Nina lets out a small laugh. NINA STOKES: Let me ask you something Gia. You are SO much better than me right? I mean, you had a fabulous showing Crowned Royalty. She puts her hand on her chin. NINA STOKES: Hmmm...and yet, how...how many title shots have you earned in this company again? Nina fakes a surprised look. NINA STOKES: Oh, that’s right―none! She shakes her head. NINA STOKES: You want to talk about me losing a couple of matches? That’s fine. You want to discuss how I’ve been attacked in nearly every match I’ve been in here? Please, go right ahead. But the fact remains Gia―I’m better than you! Ha, I’m better person than you. And, more importantly, I’m a better wrestler than you. I’ve had two title matches here Gia. And while I respect Colton a lot, if it wasn’t for dumb broads interrupting―I would have won. Nina takes a couple of steps forward and gets into Gia’s face. NINA STOKES: But if you want to go now, I’d be happy to lay your ass out...you, know, like I did at House of Pain. GIA LEVI: Oh Nina your delusions of grandeur astounds me. And better than me? Hmm-You keep telling yourself that. Sure, you’ve gotten countless title shots..that’s sweet, but what do you have to show for it? Gia lets out a mocking laugh. GIA LEVI: You always lost in the end bitch. No matter how many shots you keep getting.. you have no title to prove it. Lets face it dear, you are just too sweet for this business and that’s your weakness, to this place you're not worth a damn, and most importantly to me. Gia starts stepping up closer to Nina now. GIA LEVI: But now you can show me again how exactly how it was that you laid me out because I am dying for a demonstration. Before Nina can respond, Gia reaches up and slaps her across the face. Nina grabs her face for a second and then smirks. She responds by returning the slap. Before things can go any further a gang of HKW officials and referees step in and yoke the two up. They struggle, but the officials keep them separated. The camera fades out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH! Centuries by Fall Out Boy starts playing and Aurora is brought to the ring, sitting on a chair, carried by four random members of HKW’s staff. She is also carrying a crown in her head. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring in a chair….. AURORA CORP! When they reach the ring, she gets up to the middle of the ring and gets her head up as high as possible, and stretches her arm with her indicator pointing down, as if saying “Kneel!” to the audience and opponents. She keeps this for at least half a minute, eventually stopping because her pose is hurting her back, takes the crown and gives it to the people at ringside and gets ready to fight. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From the Garden State! CAPTAIN HKWWWWW….. 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. 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. "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 gray and gold 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 gold pyro. WHISPER VIPERI: From Tampa Bay, Florida. The HKW No Limits Champioooooooon…. 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. “This Calling” By All That Remains plays and is everyone immediately rises to their feet to greet Zakk Lewis. Zakk Lewis walks out and stands on the stage. He cups his hands together around his mouth and screams out the words ‘Fus Ro DAH!’ and then throws his arms behind his back and makes his way towards the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Brooklyn, New York! ZAKK LEWIS! He makes it up to ring, and walks up the steps. He brushes off, and then gets in. He grabs the top rope and pulls it to get hyped for the match. ![]() AURORA MASTER AND FRAN vs. COLTON STERLING AND ZAKK LEWIS DING.DING.DING. Fran laughs and allows Aurora start it off. Aurora giggles. Meanwhile, Zakk and Colton look at each other. Colton steps forward to start, but Zakk grabs his shoulder and shakes his head and argues that he wants to go first. Colton facepalms, and Zakk mimics him making the crowd laugh. Zakk then pleas a hand game causing Colton to raise an eyebrow. Zakk makes a motion for Rock, Paper, Scissors. Colton laughs. Zakk sees this as no joking matter and points for Colton to leave if he doesn’t stop acting childish. Colton then sighs and they play ⅔ falls with Zakk winning the game. Zakk then walks over slowly towards Aurora. Aurora gets pumped and goes to strike, but Zakk moves out of the way and looks over at Fran. Fran waves him off. Zakk grins and turns around and is met with a boot to the gut by Aurora. Aurora then grabs Zakk and irish whips him to the ropes, Zakk hits the ropes and Colton smacks Zakk’s back tagging himself in. Zakk looks at him with a serious look. The referee then motions for Zakk to leave. BRIAN MASON: Wow! Colton really wants to fight! ALEXA CORRA: Or maybe he’s just the wrestling Kobe. Has to hog the spotlight. Colton then gets in, but Aurora jumps over and grabs Colton and starts to wail on him. She then whips him to the turnbuckles, but he counterattacks by whipping her to the turnbuckles. She hits them head on, causing her to fall backwards on the mat holding her chest. Colton walks over, and grabs her head and headbutts her, then picks her up and embraces her and belly-to-belly suplexes her. He then stands up and looks over to Zakk who is leaning over. Zakk then slowly raises up the ‘bird’ to Colton. Colton waves it off, and walks over to Aurora. Fran then sighs loudly getting extremely bored. Colton then walk over to Aurora and picks her up, but Aurora pushes him, and runs over to tag Fran. Fran tags in, and jumps into the ring. Fran then nonchalantly walks over to Colton and starts to poke him to taunt him. Zakk then looks around and sees a fan with a fly swatter. He gets down and walks over to the fan and talks to him. Colton being the champion that he is; pushes her, and then grabs her and spinebusters her to the mat. He then grabs her legs to place her into the figure four, but she squirms around too much for him to focus on the move. Colton then punches her leg to calm her down but Fran gets out of the hold and crawls over to the turnbuckle and jumps up immediately getting ontop of the turnbuckle and warns Colton to stay away. Colton walks around and laughs. Zakk then uses the fly swatter he acquired from the fan and smacks the holy hell out of Colton’s back to tag himself in. ALEXA CORRA: HAHAHAHA BRIAN MASON: Well, okay then. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, ain’t that technically a weapon? Zakk then gets in and cracks his neck. Colton then looks at Zakk as if he is about to kill him. Zakk then throws the fly swatter out of the ring. Colton then sighs and gets in his corner. Fran then comes charging at Zakk and spears him to the mat causing the crowd to go ‘Oh!’ Fran then begins to punch Zakk anywhere she can land a punch on. She then stands up, and waits for Zakk to rise. She gets impatient quickly and grabs to bring him up. Zakk then acts groggy. She then hits the ropes and goes to dropkick, but Zakk plays it off and gets out of the way in time and she lands on her back and groans. Zakk then looks over at Colton, putting his focus on him. Colton gives him a staredown as well. Fran crawls behind Zakk and grabs him to pin him. ONE! KICKOUT! Both competitors get to their feet at the same time. Fran makes the first move, but Zakk runs forward as well as he catches her with a knee to the gut that keels her over. Zakk looks over at his corner and sees Colton and extends out his hand, asking him if he wants to tag in. Colton makes no movement or shows any sign that he wants to tag in, obviously not believing Zakk, so Zakk instead lifts up Fran and keeps her up in the air before bringing her crashing down onto her back with a delayed vertical suplex! The audience cheers as Zakk then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Zakk Lewis and Colton Sterling seem to not be getting along too well. ALEXA CORRA: It’s like watching Dumb & Dumber go to work. Truly hilarious RANDY THE PILOT: Zakk going for that cover though! ONE! TW-Broken up by Aurora Master! Zakk scowls as he watches Aurora Master head back over to her corner while he holds the back of his head in pain as she just finished putting her boot against it. He gets to his feet and grabs Fran by the head before irish whipping her towards the close by corner. Fran leans up against the corner once she hits it and Zakk looks over at Colton once more with a smirk before turning his attention back to Fran and charging forward. He attempts a corner splash, but Fran moves out of the way, then attempts to roll him up once more! But Zakk rolls out of it and gets to his feet while Fran is still on her knees. He attempts a roundhouse kick, attempting to take her head off, but Fran ducks, then scurries off to her corner, where she tags in Aurora Master! BRIAN MASON: And here comes Aurora Master! RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe she can do something more to Zakk Lewis than Fran did. ALEXA CORRA: Fran shouldn’t even have to compete in this match. This isn’t Killuminaughty level talent to fight. These are all midcarders! Aurora goes to enter the ring...but trips as her right foot gets caught on the rope. She stumbles into the ring and Zakk Lewis takes advantage by catching her with a leg lariat! The audience cheers as Zakk goes for the cover once again! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Zakk Lewis does not seem to have a stop button tonight, ladies and gentlemen. ALEXA CORRA: Shut the hell up, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: Yoooooooo, she legit tripped making her way into the ring! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Lewis grabs Aurora Master by the head and gets her up to both feet...before Fran leaps off of her corner and illegally catches Zakk Lewis with a missile dropkick that sends him towards the corner where Colton Sterling is at! Zakk slowly gets to his feet and Colton warms up his tagging hand and does a few dramatics with it before he slaps Zakk Lewis’ back and makes himself the legal man! Zakk quickly turns to see Colton smiling at him before Colton hopes over the ropes and charges towards Aurora Master, taking her head off with a lariat! Zakk stays rooted in his spot in the ring, but when the ref tells him to exit, Zakk sighs and obliges. Colton gets to his feet and looks over at Zakk with a smile before looking over at Fran with that same smile, only for Fran to scream that he’s a midcarder back at him. Colton shakes his head as he gets Aurora Master up to both feet before irish whipping her towards one of the empty corners, forcing her to lean up against it. Colton then charges forward and drives both his knees into Aurora’s chest before pulling her out of the corner and hitting a snap suplex on her. Colton then goes for the cover as he makes sure to look over at Zakk while doing so. BRIAN MASON: Beautiful double high knee by Colton Sterling there! ALEXA CORRA: That wasn’t shit! Shut the hell up, Mase! RANDY THE PILOT: Y’all gon need to fuck at some point. The sexual tension too much up in here. ONE! TWO! Fran breaks it up! The audience boos as Fran manages to make her way back into the match by kicking Colton in the head in order to break up the pin. The ref sends her back towards her corner, despite Fran threatening to eat his eyeballs, while Colton holds his head in pain. Aurora Master then gets up to both feet and drags Colton to the center of the ring before stomping away at him. She then connects with the MOST AWESOME ELBOW DROP IN THE WORLD (which is really just a regular elbow drop) before she smugly goes for the cover! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Colton doesn’t even allow a two count to happen as he shoots his shoulder up. Aurora gets to her feet and is immediately distracted by a yelling Fran, who screams for Aurora to tag her in. Aurora seems to hesitate for a second before she tags Fran in. The audience boos loudly once Fran hits the ring and quickly mounts Colton before attempting to scratch out his eyes while punching him once or twice. Fran then grabs Colton by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before going to irish whip him towards her corner. But Colton reverses it and sends her there instead. Aurora looks to tag in, but Fran hisses at her before Colton charges forward and attempts a corner splash...only for Fran to move out of the way! Colton bounces his head off of the top turnbuckle before slowly turning around, where he is caught by a jumping knee strike from Fran that dazes him. Fran then grabs Colton’s head and charges forward before planting him with a bulldog and going for the cover! BRIAN MASON: And now Fran showing us some offense! Did you guys even know she could actually wrestle? ALEXA CORRA: Shut the hell up, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, I thought she only knew how to hit a dropkick, damn. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Zakk Lewis is over in the corner, screaming for Colton to get up and get over to the corner so that he can tag him in. Fran gets to her feet after the kickout and she quickly heads towards one of the corners and climbs to the top turnbuckle before motioning for Colton to get to his feet. Colton slowly does so and turns towards that corner, where Fran leaps off and attempts a crossbody, only for Colton to move out of the way at the last second! Fran crashes the mat and bounces upwards, allowing Colton to take her head off with a bicycle kick before Colton falls to the mat! BRIAN MASON: Both competitors are down! Colton and Fran slowly start to crawl to their corners. Fran is closer to hers, so she manages to tag in Aurora Master...but Colton tags in Zakk only two seconds later! The audience explodes as Zakk hits the ring and catches Aurora with a boot to the face to a huge pop! Aurora is dazed as she slowly gets to her feet and Zakk stands behind her before charging forward, hooking her head, and planting her into the mat with St. Zakk! Zakk turns her over and goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: ST. ZAKK CONNECTS! ALEXA CORRA: Get in there and break up that pin, Fran! RANDY THE PILOT: She ain’t about that life! ONE! Fran slides into the ring and gets to her feet, but when she sees Colt hit the ring, she bails out. TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners....ZAKK LEWIS AND COLTON STERLING! Zakk gets to his feet and he and Colton have a bit of a staredown as the ref tries to raise both their hands in victory. Both men allow him to do so for only a second before they go back to that staredown. Eventually, the ref hands Colton his No Limits title and Zakk takes a look at it before Colton extends out his hand and looks for a handshake from his partner for tonight. Zakk scoffs, then looks to the ground. But then looks back at Colton and shakes his head. He then walks backwards, and gets out of the ring, and Zakk music plays as he goes backstage. Winners - Zakk Lewis and Colton Sterling [11:20] ![]() We cut backstage where we are running down the hallway getting a shaking view of the hallway. Suddenly two bodies sail from around the corner! MJ Bell and CHARLI Villa are trading blows until MJ gets the upper hand and slams CHARLI's body back through some piled up boxes. The redhead doesn't stop as she reaches down grabbing the woman by the hair and whips her straight into the wall. CHARLI bounces off the wall but comes back throwing a fist into MJ's chin sending her stumbling away. MJ is holding her jaw unable to stop the other woman from slamming her knee up into the gut of redhead again. CHARLI shoves the redhead away letting her fall back into stacked up chairs. MJ catches herself against them instead of falling completely. CHARLI VILLA: Pathetic. CHARLI tosses her long locks over her shoulder and begins walking away. MJ lungs up, giving a frustrated scream out before tackling down CHARLI. With a fist full of Charli's long hair, the redhead repeatedly slams the woman's face down into the ground. Showing off her strength CHARLI lifts herself up knocking MJ off balance. The tables turn as CHARLI shoves MJ backwards and drops her knee down onto her chest before throwing lefts and rights. The only defense MJ has is to hold up both her arms to deflect it. Finally a couple of security guards come pulling CHARLI off of MJ. They help the redhead up but once she is up MJ tackles CHARLI once again. The guards struggle to pull the two women apart while they continue to trade hits. MJ BELL: You're the only pathetic one! Next time have the fucking guts to do it to my face next time instead of jumping me from behind! The redhead breaks away from the security guards and walks away while CHARLI yells obscenities. CHARLI shoves the men before charging towards MJ, but the security guards are able to catch her just before she can get to MJ again. As the two women are being pulled further away from one another, they each yell obscenities at the other until the scene fades out… |
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![]() Ryan Corey stomps into Selena King’s office, his face red, steam nearly coming from his ears. RYAN COREY: Selena, I want him. House of Pain, I want that little piece of excrement in a ring, inside a goddamn cage, and I’m going to finish this. Seeing the frustration on Ryan’s face, Selena scratches at the back of her head and crosses her arms. SELENA KING: I understand that, but do you think now is the right time to be asking for a match? You just ruined the match between Joey and MJ Bell! I shouldn’t do you a solid after you just almost basically kinda ruined the show! Selena leans back in her chair and sighs. SELENA KING: But this is gonna keep happening until you get your match against Joey...isn’t it? She looks up at Ryan, waiting for an answer. RYAN COREY: Yes, it is. Either he’s gonna keep interfering in my matches, or I’m gonna keep clobbering him around every damn arena we go to until this get settled. Ryan looks at Selena, a grim look of determination on his face. RYAN COREY: As far as the match goes, well, to be honest, everyone was warned it might not happen. Now, I will apologize to you, personally, for ruining that match, and I’ll apologize to MJ too. Fine me if you feel the need, I won’t protest a bit. I know exactly what I’ve done. But I want Joey Miles, I want his squirrely little ass in a cage, so he can’t escape the ass whippin’ he’s got coming, and I want it at House of Pain, if possible, so I can end all this drama and move on with my career here in HKW. Selena takes a moment to ponder everything Ryan was saying, smiling once she heard House of Pain. SELENA KING: So glad you said House of Pain because there was something else planned for you two at Divine Supremacy. I mean, you’ll get to fight each other there too, but there might be too many people? Realizing she was saying too much, Selena sighed once more and nodded her head. SELENA KING: Okay, fine. Since you seem sincere about feeling bad for ruining the match, I’ll give you the match. It’s gonna be you and Joey Miles at House of Pain! The Japanese crowd pops in the background. SELENA KING: Don’t think it should be just any old match, though. I think Joey’s gonna want revenge after that attack, and you don’t seem like you got much frustration out earlier. Corey sighs deeply. RYAN COREY: Not really. Not after that Pearl Harbor job, when I offered him a chance to make a name for himself, and offered him the hand of a sportsman after I beat him cleanly in the middle of the ring. He has a beating coming, Selena, and it’s going to happen either in the ring, or outside of it. Being a businessman myself, I just figure, honestly, it’s worth more to you to see his career end when you can make some ticket sales and PPV buys off it, rather than just giving it away to the good fans for free. But….I was thinking. You mentioned not a regular old match. That gives me a bit of an idea. Corey grins from ear to ear, devilishly, looking right into Selena’s eyes. She shivers just a touch, barely noticeable, but enough so to let everyone know this is a bit unsettling. SELENA KING: And that would be…? RYAN COREY: Well, seeing as I’m an old-school kinda guy….I was thinking one of those old school blue cages….you know what I mean? The ones with the blue bars with the sharp edges? After all, the Japanese fans do enjoy their bloodbaths from time to time, and I’m sure as hell not scared of bleeding a bit to get what I want. Corey simply continues to watch Selena with that gaze, holding her eyes in his while he waits for his answer. SELENA KING: I like it! Old school cage match! You know, I always liked those better. Even when my sister was wrestling, I always liked those a lot more than the fence ones we have now. Maybe if this match lives up to expectations we can replace the new cage with the old one! Now overjoyed, Selena claps her hands and looks at Corey with her brows narrowed. SELENA KING: You have to make sure this is the best cage match ever now, kay? Ryan grins sadistically. RYAN COREY: Oh, don’t worry. I can guarantee you that it will be a spectacle for the ages! Ryan turns around and begins to walk away, but halfway to the door, turns back around. RYAN COREY: Where are my manners? Ryan bows deeply, in the manner of the Japanese. RYAN COREY: Domo arigato, Selena. Ryan turns and walks out the door, smiling like the Cheshire cat. ![]() The camera cuts again to the backstage hallway, where Shane Atwater is still wandering the halls, checking every door he comes across. Finally he comes to a halt in front of one particular locker room, setting himself as he knocks on the door. A few moments pass with no response, drawing a sigh from Shane, who pushes the door open. Inside he sees his tag team partner for the evening, Xavier Asher Daniels, getting ready for their match in just a few moments as he begins strapping on his knee brace. As he finished up, Daniels let out a small sigh and looked down, likely troubled by his luck in the ring as of late and not noticing Shane’s arrival. Shane paused a moment, eying Xavier closely, flexing his already well-taped hands before clearing his throat to make himself known, drawing his partner for the evening and Defiance teammate’s attention, finally. SHANE ATWATER: ...You ready for this, man? Another bout of silence hung in the air between them, drawing a sigh from Shane this time. SHANE ATWATER: Look. I don’t know what’s up with you...And as harsh as it might sound, I don’t really care. This is a bigger thing than just you, or me, or anyone else. This is about the team. About the brand. I’ve got to make sure I’m putting the best team out there I possibly can. I’ve got to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the people who I bring to Divine Supremacy are going to be ones I can count on to hold this thing down, and make sure we all leave with our hands raised. Shane pauses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. SHANE ATWATER: I’ve already got egos and attitudes and mad men who I’m pretty sure would rip out my spleen if it tickled their fancy to deal with...so I don’t know what you’ve got on your mind that’s keeping you from being the XAD who came THAT CLOSE to being World Heavyweight Champion...But I need you to find some way, any way, to set that shit aside. I need that Xavier Asher Daniels. The one who took Felicity Banks to the limit on multiple occasions. The one who looked like he was going to be the next big thing in HKW. I don’t care what you’ve gotta do, what shit you’ve got to put aside...But for the sake of this team, I need you to find a way to do it. Tonight, and at Divine Supremacy. Because if you can’t… Shane looks down, shaking his head. SHANE ATWATER: ...I’m going to have to make a call I really don’t want to make. Daniels winced slightly at the remarks about his rivalry with Felicity Banks, refusing to meet Shane’s eyes as he continued to look down in silence for several moments. Finally, Daniels looked up. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I know. I know I need to be that guy, but the thing is he hasn’t been getting it done in the ring. Not when it counts. Looking back down at the floor, Daniels continued speaking quietly. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I had The World Title won God knows how many times, and all with doing it on one leg. But every time I thought I could pull it off, something happens and I walk away empty handed and wondering what I have to do to pull off ONE major victory, you know? Having this happen time after time, event after event, it just… it starts to wear on you. It makes me wonder if I’m ever going to get that far, or if I even belong here at all sometimes. Shaking his head slightly, Daniels stands up and looks up at Shane. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’ve been like that every time after I’ve lost a big match, but it’s stopping here and now. I’m promising that. Shane looks at him for a long moment before finally nodding his head. SHANE ATWATER: That’s all I needed to hear. He extends a hand, a slight smirk crossing his face. SHANE ATWATER: Let’s go get this thing done then...partner. Daniels hesitates for a moment, almost as if reconsidering his words, before he gives a determined look and extends his as well, firmly shaking Shane’s. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Right. Let’s show Team Ignite what they’re in for. With that, Shane turns to leave, Xavier following behind, lingering a moment before both men head toward the gorilla position as the camera fades out. ![]() With an icepack still pressed heavily against the back of her head, Felicity is shown standing outside of what looks to be a janitors closet. She was finally out of her ring gear, dressed like a pregnant woman in oversized sweats as she flung the door open and peeked inside the closet. FELICITY BANKS: I know them Japanese peasants keep like...ninja stars on them at all times. Even a waste of skin like a janitor should have them. She reaches forward and starts rummaging through the closest, looking for whatever weapons she could find more than likely for A.S.H. She tosses her icepack to the floor and pulls out a long, narrow case with a handle at the end. FELICITY BANKS: What is this? She grabs at the handle and start sliding out a sword that brought the first smile to her face since the beginning of the show. FELICITY BANKS: Yah. Definitely using this. She slides the sword back in and tosses it back to the side as she begins searching through the closet again. We hear some ruckus along with some curse words as Felicity starts flinging thing out of the closet as a voice from behind startles her. ??: Are you ok? The voice is revealed to be Ina Ina who watches a wrench fly right across her face as Fel tossed it behind her. Ina sighs and shakes her head. INA INA: Umm...I don’t know what happened out there earlier but I just want you to know it’s not like I was just sitting there watching or anything. I was just doing what you told me to do y’know? I’ll be fine Ina, Onyx has my back. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. She was repeating words told to her by the champion, feeling bad about the attack A.S.H. put on her to start the show. Felicity stares at Ina for a moment before going back into the closet and pulls out a set of nunchucks before tossing them to the ground and glancing back at Ina. FELICITY BANKS: I know, it’s fine. I’m not mad at anyone besides those… Those… She grinds down on her teeth. FELICITY BANKS: Oh my god I can’t think of the word to call them! She puts her hand to her forehead and swipes it back her hair. FELICITY BANKS: It wasn’t even as bad as it looked. I think you and Talia did more damage than those peasants did. Felicity laughs and turns to look back inside the closet. FELICITY BANKS: Now it’s just about revenge, and what I’m going to use to split their heads open… Ina laughs, kind rolling her eyes. INA INA: You’re pissed and not thinking rationally right now. Think about it, if you just lost your belts like you’d be going after them the way they’re going after us. That part is obvious and coming at them swinging nunchucks is only gonna make matters worse… Her tone seems drifty as she looks away not trying to seem like she’s throwing shade on anyone. INA INA: Especially if you’re coming at them alone, with no partner. Onyx is so scared of those dweebs, it’s so obvious. She secretly loved watching you get tossed out there. Someone like her will call it karma or something. Just saying Felicity, you need to have your bases covered with these rednecks. They’re just as relentless as we are. Something we really can’t say about anyone else in this company. Ina’s words made Felicity think for a bit. She looked down the hall for a bit, playing a variety of different scenarios out in her head before speaking back up. FELICITY BANKS: You do have a point, I guess. I just really don’t… She pauses again and takes a second to think once more. FELICITY BANKS: Blah. Yeah, you’re right. This is really too much of a coincidence. How am I expected to believe that little miss perfect was actually late to the show? When has that ever happened before? I’m surprised she’s not here handing out soup to the homeless before shows. She was getting angry again, her face turning a soft shade of red. FELICITY BANKS: Whatever. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Screw it, screw them, screw it all. Those hillbillies are going to get what’s coming to them, but… we need a plan. A sound proof plan. Felicity bends down and grabs the sword and drapes it around her back. She bends down once more and grabs her two titles, struggling to get them over her shoulder.Ina grabs the tag team title from her. She looks down at it before looking over at Felicity and smiling. INA INA: Coming up with and carrying out plans is what we do best. I think I have something in mind...just need a snack so that my thoughts aren’t so scattered. Follow me. Ina starts to walk down the hallway. INA INA: I don’t see how someone so little can carry all this gold around all the time. I’d invest in a wagon. Felicity laughs and hobbles along behind Ina. FELICITY BANKS: This is what Matador’s for! But he’s still not allowed near us. Neither is Krane. Maybe it’s time to lift that ban? Felicity and Ina turn down the hall and exit the picture. Just before the scene fades, one man in black track pants and a ninja mask peeks from around the corner. Another man in grey track pants and a ninja mask from the other side of the hallway peeks around the corner as well. Both men walk backwards down the hallway not noticing each other as they stumble upon the sea of weapons Felicity left behind. The man in the grey steps on the wrench, causing it make a noise that startled both men into facing each other. The man in black lifts up his mask revealing himself to be Guy 2, making the man in grey Guy 1. Both have yet to be seen since their huge stunt at Crowned Royalty, and it was believed that the two men were banned from future HKW events. GUY 1: What the hell are you doing in that mask? GUY 2: What the hell are YOU doing in that mask? Both men pick up a set of nunchucks and starts playing with them trying to intimidate each other. GUY 2: How many times do I have to tell you, punk...this company isn’t big enough for the two of us. Well technically it is BUT I’M GETTING THAT CONTRACT! Guy 2 kicks the nunchucks out of Guy 1’s hand. GUY 1: ...You son of a bitch! Guy 1 throws a haymaker to Guy 2’s jaw but he holds up the chucks. Guy 1 doesn’t stop as he starts throwing spin kicks and jabs like a minion in a kung fu movie. Guy 2 blocked all of them before being caught by Guy 1’s leg, sweeping him down to the ground. Guy 1 picks up a wrench and goes to drives it down to 2’s head but he lifts his feet up and rolls up to a vertical base. Guy 2 tries to hit Guy 1 with a spinning roundhouse kick but Guy 1 ducks out the way catching 2 in the gut with the wrench. Just as Guy 2 goes to hit Guy 1 with the set of nunchucks, they hear personnel making their way towards them. GUY 2: SHIT! Let’s go. Both men start ninja rolling and running down the hall and around the corner to avoid being spotted by a member of security. The scene finally fades to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! 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: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada; AVA ADORE! BRIAN MASON: Ava Adore is certainly looking to impress here tonight in order to keep her spot on Team Defiance. ALEXA CORRA: You sure? After all, she’s not a big fan of a few people on this team. RANDY THE PILOT: Like Lance and my dude Xavier. "Crazy Train" By Ozzy Osbourne hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Starr. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: And her tag team partner, from Chicago, Illinois; NICOLE STARR! BRIAN MASON: Here’s Ava’s partner, Nicole Starr, who’s also out to prove she deserves her spot on the team. ALEXA CORRA: I like Nicole. Better than most of Team Defiance anyway. RANDY THE PILOT: She don’t still got that demon in her, right? The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, causing the crowd to erupt as the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The cheers grew even louder as the sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? The fans were in a fever pitch as Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. He gave a small smile and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from San Diego, California; XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! BRIAN MASON: Xavier has been on a bit of a- ALEXA CORRA: Fuck Xavier. Fuck him. RANDY THE PILOT: Well, damn. Shit, you hungry, Alexa? I know I’m cranky when I’m hungry. 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 to his corner to wait for the start of the match. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, from Los Angeles, California; SHANE ATWATER! BRIAN MASON: The captain of Team Defiance certainly seems ready to go tonight. ALEXA CORRA: Oh, why can’t Lance be captain? RANDY THE PILOT: BECAUSE MY DUDE ATWATER IS CAPTAIN. ![]() NICOLE STARR AND AVA ADORE vs. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS AND SHANE ATWATER Nicole Starr and Shane Atwater start off of this match after Nicole motions to herself to Ava and Shane tells XAD he’s starting, to which Xavier agrees to. Nicole and Shane lock up, but Nicole quickly puts Shane in a headlock before he begins shoving her towards the ropes, only for Nicole to let go before that and kick Shane in the back of the knee. Shane jumps up and down for a second as he feels the pain in his knee and stares at Nicole, who smiles at him before motioning for him to make a move. Shane charges forward, a smirk on his face, and attempts a European uppercut, but Nicole quickly sidesteps it and catches Atwater in the back of the knee with a quick kick once more. Shane grunts and shakes off the kick before attempting to corner Nicole. Nicole tries to move out of Shane’s reach, but he catches her and tosses her right into the corner before beginning to hit her with multiple chops to the chest that let Nicole yelp out in pain. Shane then pulls her out of the corner before lifting her up and planting her with a snap suplex. Shane then quickly goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Did you hear those chops? ALEXA CORRA: Fuck Atwater and his chops. RANDY THE PILOT: My dude Atwater and them chops. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Shane grabs Nicole by the head and gets her up to both feet after he does before irish whipping her into the corner where Xavier is waiting. Shane charges forward and goes for a corner splash, but Nicole catches him with two boots to the chest, sending him reeling backwards. Nicole then punches Xavier in the face, knocking him off of the apron, before she charges forward towards Shane, only to get caught by a European uppercut from Shane! Nicole falls to the mat and Shane goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shane quickly grabs Nicole by the head and gets her up to both feet once more before irish whipping her towards the ropes. Nicole bounces off of them, then slides through Shane’s legs before quickly springing to her feet. Atwater quickly turns around and Starr leaps up before she catches Atwater with a dropkick to the chest. Atwater falls to the mat and Starr quickly springs to her feet as she waits for Atwater to get to his feet again before she charges forward, wraps her legs around his head, and sends him flying with a headscissors takedown! Nicole quickly crawls over and goes for the pin for her side! BRIAN MASON: What a headscissors takedown by Nicole Starr! ALEXA CORRA: Ha! Suck it, Atwater! RANDY THE PILOT: Alexa, say one more bad thing about Atwater. MY PIMP HAND IS READY. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole Starr quickly gets to her feet and walks over to her corner before tagging Ava Adore in. The two women both grab Atwater and show that they can be part of a team as they lift him up, then plant him with a double team suplex. As Starr exits the ring, Adore goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ava quickly gets to her feet and grabs Atwater by the head before slowly getting him up to both feet as well. She takes his head and charges towards a corner before planting his head into the top turnbuckle. Atwater falls back down onto the mat and Ava looks down at him before mounting him and beginning to connect with multiple headbutts to his head. After around the fifth headbutt, Ava lets go of Shane’s head and he falls back to the mat before she gets to her feet once more. BRIAN MASON: Ava’s really taking it to Shane Atwater right now! ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, she’s gonna bust his head in. RANDY THE PILOT: Man, why you hate on my dude Atwater? Ava steps away from Shane and motions for him to get to his feet. Shane, a bit dazed and confused, slowly does get to his feet before she charges forward, wraps her legs around his head, and then locks in a headscissors armbar! The audience applauds the submission getting locked in and Shane begins struggling for a couple of seconds and looks near submitting to the hold before he finds the ropes nearby and grabs hold with his free arm, getting the ref to force Ava to break the hold. She holds it until the count of four before she lets go of Atwater, who falls to the mat, exhausted. Ava looks over to her partner and nods her head before turning her attention back to Shane. She charges forward, but Shane finds a surge of energy that allows him to nearly take Ava’s head off with a lariat! Shane and Ava are down, but Shane gets to his feet almost immediately after and grabs Ava before hooking her head and planting her with a single arm DDT! Both competitors are down onto the mat as they slowly roll over to their corners. But since Ava is closer, she tags in Nicole first! Nicole hits the ring and tries to grab Shane’s leg, but Shane lunges forward and tags in Xavier Asher Daniels! BRIAN MASON: HERE COMES DANIELS! ALEXA CORRA: BARF! RANDY THE PILOT: GO IN THERE AND BEAT THEIR ASSES, PURPLE RAIN! Nicole goes for a spin kick, but Xavier catches it and turns her over, forcing her back to be towards him, and allowing him to catch her with a backstabber! The audience cheers as Xavier gets to his feet and sees Ava charging towards him! But Xavier thinks fast on his feet as he catches her with a superkick to the gut, keeling her over, before hooking her head and planting her into the mat with Automatic Driver! The audience is cheering their heads off as they see XAD get to his feet and motion for Nicole to do something sort of the same. Nicole gets to her knees and that’s enough for XAD to charge forward and catch her with the Star Kick before he goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: STAR KICK CONNECTS! ALEXA CORRA: FUUUUUUCK! RANDY THE PILOT: NIGHT NIGHT, NICOLE! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winners of this match...SHANE ATWATER AND XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! XAD gets to his feet as the audience explodes in cheers after his victory. Shane gets in the ring and pats XAD on the back before looking over at Ava and giving her a nod. A few seconds later, when Nicole comes to, Shane also gives her a nod, letting all three know that they did good and that they’ve still got their spots. WINNERS: Daniels & Atwater (12:25) ![]() “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace begins playing and the crowd begins cheering heavily as Kai storms down to the ring, an unusually cold look in his eyes as he pays no attention to the crowd around them while he comes down the isle. He isn’t wearing his trench coat, his fists are both heavily taped in anticipation for violence as he moves quickly towards the ring. Walking up the steel steps, he enters the ring and grabs a mic from ringside as his music dies down, leaving only the loud, cheering crowd to be heard. Kai pauses and looks around as the cheers grew louder, almost deafening, before raising the mic up to his lips as he begins to speak. KAI: I have no desire to come out here and waste both your time and my own, so I’ll be quick about why I’m out here. Kai began pacing back and forth in the ring as he continued to speak. KAI: On the last episode of Defiance, I was scheduled to go One on One with a member of A.S.H - He hisses out the initials of the group in disdain, showing that even he has a very low tolerance for their actions and behavior. KAI: - whichever one was unimportant. Moments before the match began, as I made my way to the ring I had an… unwelcomed visitor, that for some reason or another, saw fit to attack me from behind and keep said match from happening. I haven’t come down here to piss and moan about the fact, but I do want answers. Kai turns to look up at the stage, scowling slightly as he stood in the middle of the ring. KAI: So, “Flame”. Why don’t you come down here and shed some light as to why you’ve taken it upon yourself to gain my attention, hmm? Fans look towards the entrance waiting for Flame to come out but nothing. Kai’s annoyance begin to grow as Flame has yet to come out. Fans begin to wonder if he is even going to come out until….”Crawling” by. Linkin Park hits and out from behind the curtains Flame steps out onto the stage in a pair of white jeans and a white/black Famous Stars & Stripes hoodie as his pitch black hair is tied back into a ponytail. He looks around with his black eyes with a smirk on his face as he listens to their cheers. Kai tenses up a little trying to keep himself from charging up the ramp to resume what Flame started last Defiance. Flame notices this and smiles towards Kai while making his way down the ramp. Before entering the ring he his handed a microphone. The music begins to die down and he walks around twirling the microphone in his hand while a smirk is seen on his face. FLAME: …..Hello Kai…. Flame looks over to Kai seeing him clench his fist. FLAME: Calm yourself Kai….You want answers right? He walks over to a turnbuckle hopping up on the top taking a seat. Flame tilts his head as he looks over to Kai studying him for a moment. FLAME: You honestly don’t know do you? I’ve been watching you Kai….I’ve been watching you closely for a while now and to say you haven’t caught my eye or peaked my interest would be a lie because you have. There’s something inside of you…..Deep inside and only I can see it…..It’s there….It’s been there for a while. Can you feel it Kai? Can you….Sense it? Even looking at you now I can…..Can you? The pain inside…..You’re keeping it locked inside….I don’t know why….Why are you keeping it there? Why not let it out? He tilts his head to the other side. FLAME: I...I want to help you Kai… Kai scowled, clenching his free hand in barely contained fury as he restrains himself from attacking Flame. KAI: You want to help me, hmm? You’ve attacked me from behind, causing me to be unable to compete in my match. So far your definition of the word “help” is severely lacking, Flame. All you’ve accomplished is turning my attention and anger all towards you. Flame cracks a sinister smile as he listens to him FLAME: …...I’m trying to help you release that pain inside….Do you honestly think you’ll ever be HKW World Champion without doing so? You hold something that allows you a shot at the title right? And here you are….You’ve been dangling around like a small boy’s little prick not doing anything to prove you can and will be a champion in this company….I know why...It’s because you’re holding yourself back….You don’t know how to release that pain and show it to others and I can help you do that Kai….You may not see it now but you will soon enough...I want to…. He hops down and begins to step forward in Kai’s direction. FLAME: ….I just to help you embrace it….. Kai stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he glares a hole into Flame. KAI: Considering I’ve beaten the person who’s keeping the title warm now, I know I can. Yet here you are, attempting to scold me for holding back when we both know I’ll never do anything of the sort. It doesn’t matter who it is that stands before me in the ring on any given night, they’ll be beaten with extreme prejudice. Kai then steps forward, now face to face with Flame as he looks up at him and the crowd cheers slightly. KAI: Though if a demonstration is needed, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate. Flame begins to chuckle. FLAME: I don’t need to attempt to do anything but help you Kai….. Flame steps back with his arms open as he then sits in the ring. FLAME: Let me teach you Kai! Let me help you! Embrace the pain! It will guide you…...But….. He holds up a finger and wags it back and forth while shaking his head. FLAME: You can talk…..Talk all you want how you may of beaten Felicity Banks but truth is I don’t care who you have or haven’t defeated. I don’t care who holds the title because unlike you I will not hold back from delivering the pain and suffering to the person who holds something I want...I will not hesitate to ensure that their fate is sealed. So how about I make a proposal to you? Kai’s glare lessened for a brief moment at the end of Flame’s speech, replaced by a look of curiosity at what he could possibly have that would interest him now.. KAI: I’m listening… for now. Flame grins as he sits there. FLAME: How about…..You place your HKW World Championship Golden Opportunity Envelope on the line against oh I don’t know…..Me? The crowd pops at Flame’s proposal. FLAME: Let’s see if you actually want to be a champion in this company, shall we? Let’s see…. He stands up to his feet and steps towards Kai. FLAME: If you can embrace the fucking pain….. The fans roar loudly at the prospect of the two facing off, encouraging Kai to accept the challenge. The two men stare down for a few moments, neither one showing any signs of backing down as the crowd grows louder. Finally, after a few tense moments, Kai raises the mic up to his lips as his eyes lock right onto Flame’s. KAI: The question isn’t if I can embrace the pain. The question is how much you’ll endure before my hand is raised in victory and you lay broken in defeat. I accept. Flame stares deep inside Kai’s eyes for a moment as he then smiles eagerly as he hears his acceptance. He nods his head and begins to walk away. Flame looks back to Kai for a short moment and lets out a light chuckle. Kai stares at him defiantly for a brief moment, his eyes flashing dangerously before he suddenly gives Flame a small smirk - he suddenly reaches a hand out and yanks Flame backwards, lifting him onto his shoulder! He places Flame into position - before drilling him into the mat with a Gotch Tombstone Piledriver! The crowd cheers loudly as Kai stands over Flame’s body for a moment, before he rolls out of the ramp and begins walking up the ramp. There was a small smirk on his face as he stopped to glance over his shoulder at the ring, taking in what he had done, before disappearing into the backstage area. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 28 2014, 12:27 AM Post #4 |
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![]() Scene opens up with Zakk Lewis in casual clothing backstage in the hallway, the crowd fills the arena with cheers. He’s on his phone, pacing around. ZAKK LEWIS: Yeah…… Well, if they can see it with their inner eye, then maybe…… Hey, you don’t judge me…. Harry Potter? What the fuck? All of a sudden he stops pacing, looking straight ahead. Billy Jo McCleary along with his brother Bo walk towards Zakk Lewis. Both were wearing their signature steel toe boots, but before Zakk could react. Billy raised his hand. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Don’cha get t’ worryin’ boy. We ain’ gon’ git cha. Hahaha no sir. Zakk Lewis then raises an eyebrow. He then goes back to his phone. ZAKK LEWIS: Yeeeeeeeeeeeah… I’ll have to call you back. Zakk then hangs up the phone, and then looks at Billy Joe with a serious face. ZAKK LEWIS: Oh really? You really think I’m going to believe that? Just because I’m not a redneck and I don’t sleep with the cows at night, doesn’t mean I don’t understand common sense. Surely something you lack, right? Billy starts laughing. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Ya somethin’ else son. But naw. Good ol’ McCleary boys was just a carryin’ out orders from that whore Selena! We ain’ had no quarrels witcha boy, no quarrels. Tell ya what how bout we put this match on b’hind us? Bo stands there with his arms folded, eyes piercing through Zakk. Billy reaches his hand out in front of Zakk. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: We both got mo’ ‘portant thangs t’ do than be worryin’ ‘bout ‘em folks up in ‘em offices. They gon’ look out fer all they loved ones n’ fam’ly and whoeva else kiss they asses. Put ‘er there! Zakk looks at him and contemplates. The crowd is chanting ‘No! No! No!’ repeatedly and loud. Billy Joe smiles and keeps his hand out. Zakk then goes to shake his hand, but smacks it away. He then snickers. ZAKK LEWIS: What is this, Billy? What is this? Some type of game? A mindtrick? You an illusionist, or what are those people called? Mindfuckers? You think I’m going to stand here and let all of this brush to the side? You and your bald-headed freaks of nature attacked me. And now you want to tell me you want to brush this to the side because you have some better important things to do? Like what, BJ? Do you have an important deer hunting meeting? Is there a huge ass sale for dip at the tobacco store at midnight? Did your Ford truck break down and you need to fix it? No? Is that not any of them? Then explain to me. Tell me your ‘important things’ and why I don’t think you’re lying. Zakk then waits. Billy shakes his head and waves him off. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Got me all wrong son. Us attackin’ ya wasn’t nuffin pers’nal! It was busy-ness n’ ya gotta understand that. Shoot, we ain’ even think ya was a damn Jew! Ain’ that right ol’ Bo? BO MCCLEARY: *grunts* BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Alright alright don’t talk his head off now. Ol’ Bo love t’ talk don’ he? Hahaha but naw see I come hea’ t’ ya sayin’ Bo gon’ be makin’ some statements at Divine Suprem’cy. Ya ain’ in our line a fire. Billy motions over to Bo who pulls a fat manilla envelope out of his plaid vest. Bo tosses it over to Zakk. Billy gives him a wink before walking off. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Fer all ‘em damages. Zakk Lewis then catches the envelope and looks at with a question mark on his face. He then slips his index finger through the top and slices across, and opens it up to his surprise was indeed a wad of cash. Zakk then chuckles. ZAKK LEWIS: ..God damn rednecks… He then sniffs it, and about throws up. ZAKK LEWIS: At least this will still buy me that new Sons of Anarchy hoodie I wanted regardless the smell of horse ass. He then walks off. ![]() As we cut back to ringside, “Painkiller” by Three Days Grace begins to play and the audience cheers once more as Colton Sterling makes his way through the curtains for the second time tonight, No Limits championship around his waist. ALEXA CORRA: Ugh, I thought we already saw enough of this guy. BRIAN MASON: Well, it looks like he’s got something else to say. RANDY THE PILOT: Starvin’ like Marvin right now. He looks out at the fans for a moment before he makes his way straight down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands while in the process. Once ringside, Colton hops onto the apron and makes his way into the ring through the ropes before getting handed the mic by Whisper Viperi. As soon as Colton’s music cuts and the audience’s talking and cheering begins to die down, he speaks. COLTON STERLING: Alright, I’m not gonna try and make this too long out here, but I do have an announcement. Colton runs his free hand through his hair before continuing on. COLTON STERLING: After wrestling that tag team match with Zakk Lewis tonight against the team of Aurora Master and Fran- The audience boos as soon as they hear Fran’s name. COLTON STERLING: I realized that I’ve yet to find out who should be the number one contender to this championship belt. We got Divine Supremacy nearing us very closely and I certainly want to defend this title on that pay-per-view because, well, I’m the No Limits champion and my last defense didn’t go as planned. You guys remember my last defense, right? The match on last Defiance against Nina Stokes that was ruined by Fran? More boos for the Killuminaughty member. COLTON STERLING: Also, the night where I got my bell rung by Gia Levi thanks to her using this *points to title* championship belt? Some boos for Gia Levi as well. COLTON STERLING: Well, as I made my way to the back after that match, I realized that whole number one contender thing still hadn’t been situated, so I came up with an idea and went and talked to Romeo Price about it. So, I will be defending this belt at Divine Supremacy! Round of cheers from the Japanese audience as they realize they will see one more title match at the pay-per-view. COLTON STERLING: But who do I put it up against? Well, initially, I thought that Nina Stokes deserved a chance. After all, she’s been cost two different championship opportunities thanks to Fran. But then I realized that maybe Gia Levi is more dangerous and could provide for a more- let’s say difficult challenge. But then I thought about Fran and the fact that she could also prove to be someone who really wants to take this belt. She’s already mentioned it once and she’s even Lorena Bobbitt crazy, so that already makes it more of a challenge to try and knock her ass out. But then...I thought about how much this title means to me and how I want to prove that I am the best No Limits champion in Hard Knox Wrestling history, so I asked Romeo Price to make the match...Colton Sterling vs Gia Levi... Sterling takes a second to allow the audience to let out their boos before moving on. COLTON STERLING: ...versus Fran... Another round of boos that Colton has to stop for. COLTON STERLING: ...VERSUS NINA STOKES... And there’s the big pop! Colton smiles as he realizes that the audience likes what they’re about to receive at Divine Supremacy. COLTON STERLING: And all four of us are going to fight...in a Falls Count Anywhere Four-Way Elimination match! Another big pop from the audience. It’s a thing. COLTON STERLING: Last person standing walks out as the No Limits champion. And I’ll tell you this- Right before Colton could finish what he was about to say…. FRAN: NO! YOU TELL THEM NOTHIN BITCH! She stood at the top of the ramp staring at Colton with utter disgust. FRAN: I can’t believe you Cotton, you actually have the AUDACITY to try to spin this into a four way thing when the only person that should be snatching that belt right dere is MOI. HUH? Cause let’s be honest, the HKW site ranked me 15th on the future champs list but they’re all midcarders of this game too so they didn’t know that they shoulda put me as numero uno. Fran then yelled. FRAN: YOU LISTENIN? Pointing at Colton. FRAN: COTTON I WANT THAT STRAP. SO WHY DON’T YOU STOP DUCKIN AND JUST SAY NINA AND GIA AIN’T IN IT. FACE ME MANO A MANO YOU WHITE BOY. NINA DON’T DESERVE TO BE IN THE SAME SQUARED CIRCLE AS ME. GIA’S OK BUT SHE’S JUST MY PERSONAL HOOK UP. Colton raises his right eyebrow as he studies Fran for a second before shaking his head. COLTON STERLING: Fran, I’d be glad to give you a one-on-one match....but you haven’t earned one. In fact, people will probably think I’m crazy for even giving you a spot in this match considering you aren’t a Crowned Royalty finalist or someone who’s been screwed out of a clean match with me twice. At best, you’ve managed to actually get yourself some attention by running your mouth. But you see, here’s the thing. You don’t win titles by running your mouth. You win them by doing- FRAN: AH! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP IT! I’M TIRED OF HEARING THE SAME RUBBISH FROM EVERYONE. I HAVEN’T BEEN CHAMPION HERE BECAUSE I HAVEN’T HAD A SHOT YET IN MY WHOLE CAREER HERE BUT YOU’VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENED IN PURORESU. ON DAY ONE BITCH! DAY! ONE! JESAS! I WALKED OUT WITH DA STRAP! SO YOURS AIN’T SAFE! YOURS WAS NEVER SAFE THE MOMENT I SET MY EYES ON IT! SO- COLTON STERLING: Ahem. Turn around, Fran. Sterling smirks as he points behind Fran while the audience cheers. Fran looks confused for a second before rotating her body around...and coming face-to-face with Nina Stokes! Nina slaps Fran right in the face, then catches her with a forearm shot! Fran stumbles backwards holding her face, but when nina charges towards her, Fran ducks underneath her reach and runs to the back, not wanting more of this ass whoopin as Nina’s theme hits and the audience begins chanting her name. ![]() The Titan Tron comes on to show Onyx with her tag team title draped over her shoulder accented with not too pleased expression on her face. And who would blame her with what took place between her partner Felicity and A.S.H. A smirk appears on her face as she lets out a small chuckle. ONYX PAYNE: When me and Felicity won the Tag Team titles from A.S.H, they threw everything they could at us and still… Couldn’t get the job done. And tonight, from what I gathered. It took everything they had to take out Felicity and… Brick still couldn’t exactly get the job done. Sure… He won but, look at the measures he had to take to get it. Looking away from the camera, you could tell she was holding her self as she rolled her tongue across her teeth. ONYX PAYNE: Tonight, The Mccleary boys didn’t show us that they were men to be feared. Oh no. Instead, we all got to see the McClearly brothers for what they really are. Scared Cowards. You would think since they are brothers, that they would be a better functional unit. All those years of hunting together, drinking their grandfathers moonshine together, and spending every moment of every waking hour together but, I guess with all their inbreeding... things can get a little jumbled. Poor ol’ Brick can’t even tie his own shoelaces and he suffers from it. She makes a sad expression, even giving a slight pouty lip as though she actually felt sorry for him as a recap of Brick tripping over the barricade played in the corner. Running a hand through her hair, Onyx presses her lips tightly together. Doing her best to not laugh, she raises her hand. ONYX PAYNE: Now... I may not have been able to help Felicity then but, I’m here now. Sooo I guess I get to take the anger that I have out on you, Baron. I have to say that… I’m kind of glad that out of the McCleary boys that you are my opponent tonight. Because unlike your brothers who like to talk or whose vocabulary comes from the Paleolithic Period... I won’t have to worry about that with you. Since you stutter... We can just skip over to the good ol’ bits where I... break your face. As she says “Break your Face” She gets a big Cheshire grin on her face. ONYX PAYNE: I already know you won’t be alone, because you and your brothers can never get anything done by your lonesome. You’ve proved that countless times already. You always have to be holding eachothers hand. Which I assume can get awkward when one has to use the facilities. So to keep things fair… Onyx lifts up her hand to show off a pair of brass knuckles that were laced with diamonds. ONYX PAYNE: Felicity gave this to me awhile ago and I think its about time I put it to good use. Heh. By the time I’m done with you… You’re going to be wishing you took the Haiku. With that, Onyx begins to adjust the brass knuckles on her hand as she walks off out of site and the scene fades to the HKW Defiance logo. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring. From New York by the way of Ohio… She is the 2014 All or Nothing Series winner... ONYX PAYNE! 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. RANDY THE PILOT: Broad looks ready to kill. BRIAN MASON: Well after what happened to her tag team partner earlier tonight, I can’t say that I’m afraid. ALEXA CORRA: Hah. Please. Like Onyx really cares about Fel. I wouldn’t doubt it if Onyx was in on the entire thing. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… 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. Baron and Brick follow behind with potato sacks over their heads. Brick and Baron raise their arms in the air as Billy Joe leads the pack, waving the flag from side to side as the crowd boos. WHISPER VIPERI: Being accompanied to the ring by Brick and Billy Joe McCleary… BAAAARONNN MCCLEARYYYY!! 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. Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign before turning their attention the ring. Baron hops onto the apron while Brick hypes his partner up and Billy Joe argues with a fan dressed as Cyncica at ringside. RANDY THE PILOT: Look at that. Baron has his partner and Billy Joe out here, and Onyx is all alone. BRIAN MASON: You’re surprised, Randy? You should have known Felicity wasn’t going to be out here to watch Onyx’s back. Especially after that talk Fel had with Ina. ALEXA CORRA: Wait, hold on. Are you seriously blaming the Queen for not being out here?! Where the fuck was Onyx while she was getting attacked by those fools?! RANDY THE PILOT: She has a point, Mase. BRIAN MASON: I suppose… That woman dressed as Cyncica is really giving Billy Joe a hard time, isn’t she? Billy Joe and the fan continue to argue as the music fades and the boos get louder. Billy yells some obscenities in the fans direction before turning around and applauding Baron on. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! Just as the bell tolls, Onyx bursts out of her corner and pounces right on Baron, delivering stiff rights and lefts. She pushes him back in the corner and begins stomping away at him until she stomps him down so his head is resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Onyx turns around, bounces off the ropes and absolutely blasts Baron with a running facewash! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn. Onyx got some anger in her tonight. ALEXA CORRA: That’s what happens when you’re the sole reason the Queen’s hurt! BRIAN MASON: Guys… I know that I should be paying attention to the mat, but that Cyncica fan is really letting Billy Joe and Brick have it. The camera shows the short fan dressed as Cyncica verbally berating Brick and Billy Joe in what we assume to be Spanish. She even tries to grab a hold of the A.S.H members flag, but Billy slaps her hand away and tells her to keep her foreign paws off of it. Back in the ring, Onyx is still going to town on Baron with knees to the face before driving him down to the mat head first with a leg snap DDT. Onyx looks to the outside and sees Billy Joe and Brick into a war of words with the fan dressed as Cyncica. She pays no mind to it and turns her attention to a rising Baron until she leaps up in the air and goes for a hurricanrana, but Baron turn it into a nasty powerbomb! BRIAN MASON: Nasty powerbomb by McCleary. RANDY THE PILOT: Ninja the master of the powerbomb, I swear. Baron grabs a hold of Onyx’s hair and ripped her to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder and walking her toward the corner before delivering snake eyes. He doesn’t let Onyx fall, and instead, wraps her up in a full nelson and slams her down to the ground! Baron makes the cover… ONE! KICKOUT! Not even a two as Onyx kicks out at one. Baron turns his head to see Brick and Billy still arguing with the Cyncica fan and yells something in her way as well. The fan locks eyes with Baron and begins going off on him in a foreign language, allowing Onyx to rise to her feet and rock Baron’s jaw with a straight right jab to the chin. Baron stumbles back and bounces off the ropes, only to get caught by a reverse STO from Onyx! She mounts overtop of Baron and starts pounding away with rights and lefts until the referee had to forcefully rip Onyx away from Baron. Onyx looked heated as she moved the referee out of the way and made her toward Baron, only for the big man to catch her with a huge boot to the face! Baron cracks his neck before he lifts Onyx to her feet and slams her back down to the mat with a side slam. He grabs a hold of her leg and looks for a leg lock, but Onyx uses her other leg to kick Baron in the face enough times to make him back way. Both competitors scramble to their feet and charge at one another, but Baron strikes quicker with a huge clothesline. ALEXA CORRA: Good. Kill her, Baron! RANDY THE PILOT: You hostile as hell tonight, Lex. Baron takes a moment to catch his breath while Onyx was down. The camera cuts back outside where the woman dressed as Cyncica is now standing on her chair, still yelling at Brick and Billy! Billy puts up the fists, ready to duke out, while Brick hypes Billy Joe up. Back in the ring, Baron lifts Onyx to her feet and lifts her over his head in what looks to be a gorilla press slam attempt, but Onyx slides down Baron’s back and catches him with a stiff superkick to the back of the head! ALEXA CORRA: Wonder where she learned that from… Baron bounces off the ropes stomach first and Onyx is right there to deliver a bulldog. She calls for the end and starts to set up for her patent “Onyxerated” curb stomp, but Baron crawls forward and just manages to get his hand on the ropes. Onyx doesn’t seem to care about the rope break as she tries to lock in the Indian deathlock anyway until the referee steps in pulls her away. Onyx uncharacteristically begins arguing with the referee. While the referee's back was turned, Brick takes his attention off of Billy and the Cyncica fan and reaches into his trunks and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is he doing with those knucks?! Brick hustles toward Baron and slides them in his hand. The woman dressed as Cyncica sees this and flies off of her chair, landing directly on Billy Joe! ALEXA CORRA: Hahahah! I like this Cyncica better! The woman dressed as Cyncica begins pummeling away on Billy Joe until Brick grabs a hold of her and rips her off. Brick starts berating the Cyncica fan until… WHAM! Big superkick from the woman dressed as Cyncica to Brick! RANDY THE PILOT: What the hell?! It’s KUNG FU CYNCICA! With Brock grounded, the imposter Cyncica turns her attention to the ring where she sees Onyx staring at her wide-eyed, along with Baron. Billy Joe makes it back to his feet, but gets speared right back down by the Cyncica fan! She starts whaling away with rights and lefts until Baron slides out of the ring and grabs a hold of Cyncica’s and ripping it off… RANDY THE PILOT: WHAAAAAAT?! ALEXA CORRA: YES! YES! I KNEW I LIKED THIS CYNCICA BETTER! The crowd bursts into a mixture of cheers and jeers as Felicity Banks is shown underneath the Cyncica mask. She smiles as she licks her lips and locks eyes with Baron before standing to her feet. She begins to stalk Baron, not realizing that she was walking him directly into a trap! BRIAN MASON: Onyx is on the top rope! Felicity and Baron exchange some words as Onyx patiently waits for the right time to leap off. Felicity points her finger to signal for Baron to turn around, and at the moment, Onyx soars off the top ropes and lands down on Baron! The FelonyX duo begin stomping and punching away at Baron until Brick and Billy Joe rip them off of him and push them back. Brick hops over the barricade and pulls Billy Joe with him. Felicity and Onyx grab a hold of Baron, but Brick and Billy Joe manage to push them away again and make their getaway through the crowd! BRIAN MASON: A.S.H is retreating! The members of A.S.H are retreating! ALEXA CORRA: Well thank you doctor obvious. Felicity and Onyx slide back into the ring and watch as Billy, Brick and Baron get lost in the audience. Felicity continues to stare in their direction with the evil bitch face, while Onyx looks at Felicity dressed up as Cyncica and can’t help but smile. Felicity turns her head and looks at Onyx and the two Divine Supremacy opponents exchange a look. BRIAN MASON: All night long people have been trying to turn Felicity against Onyx. RANDY THE PILOT: Doesn’t look like she paid attention, though. ALEXA CORRA: Meh. Fel’s always had too big of a heart. She’ll learn that bitch can’t be trusted. Onyx and Felicity exchange some words as the two look out into the crowd to see if they could spot the McCleary’s. Winner - No Contest [10:01] ![]() The camera cuts backstage to find Shane Atwater making his way down the hall, pausing every few moments and checking doors, apparently looking for a particular locker room. He sighs, shaking his head at another dead end as he rounds the corner. As soon as he turns the corner a arm drapes around his neck and pats him on the chest with the hand. The camera pans out revealing RIP President, Lance Winters with a bright smile on his face. LANCE WINTERS: WELL LOOK WHO IT IS?! CAAAAPPPTTTTTAAAAAAAAIIINNNNNN JACCCCKKKKK ATTTWAATTTERRRR! What goes there matiee?! Arrrggghhh! Shane immediately jerks back, startled, shaking his head with a bemused look on his face at the sudden arrival. SHANE ATWATER: Jesus fuck, Lance, what the Hell? Trying to give a man a coronary or some shit? Just hanging out in the shadows over here, waiting to cause sudden heart failure? Lance laughs and lets go of Shane to straighten up his cut. LANCE WINTERS: Maybe that was my plan after all? MIGHT JUST OF BEEN. But no, I just saw you and thought I’d greet the captain of the dodgeball team...I mean um, the wrestling team or majig. Whatever the fuck I won a spot in. AND BUDDY I won’t let you down. He sighs a bit and raises and eyebrow as he looks over to Shane. LANCE WINTERS: Now I know, I may not be the most trustworthy fella out there but TRUST ME I’M GOOD NOW. You can trust me Shane, I’m not gonna just STAB YA IN THE BACK. I’m gonna help raise the flag and sing the national anthem of Defiance. Shane arches a brow in response, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. SHANE ATWATER: As...completely and totally genuine and reassuring as that is...It’s not necessary. I know better than to try and feed you any rah-rah, go-team bullshit. So I’m going to do us both a favor, and take you at your word...and as long as the only asses getting stomped come Divine Supremacy are ones wearing Ignite green...You and I are as good as gold. Shane shakes his head, smirking. SHANE ATWATER: As long as next time we talk, you don’t leap out of the background like the Goddamn Predator, that is. Winters chuckles at the thought and shrugs his shoulders. LANCE WINTERS: Now I CAN’T GO PROMISING things like that. But sure, you can take my word. I’M A MAN OF MY WORD. Always have been. He winks and turns around walking the opposite direction as Atwater. LANCE WINTERS: Tootles now...BUCCCKKKOOOOHHH. Atwater shakes his head watching Lance walk on as the scene fades away. ![]() As the scene fades in Romeo Price and Selena King are seen standing over a table looking over a few documents placed on the table. Romeo picks up a file and reads it closely. He shakes his head and grunts. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….Christ…. He slams down the file still staring at it down on the table. ROMEO PRICE: Normally, I’d enjoy firing as many people that I have been since taking on this position but this is fucking ridiculous! I have done nothing but fire people left and right…..Who in the hell thought to hire these people? The fact I have to come in and clean up this God forsaken mess……..Hmph…. He shakes his head and goes to make himself a drink. Selena continues to stare down at the documents and raises a brow, seeing just how many people have been let go since Romeo began as general manager. SELENA KING: Wow. It’s not even like these people got let go because someone got drunk and fired them. These are all performance related firings. Selena folds over to the second paper and just shakes her head before tossing the documents back onto Romeo’s desk. SELENA KING: You know, these jobs are a lot better when you just... stop caring. It’s really annoying when you go out of your way to help people and to be their friend and then they turn their back on you because THEY CAN’T DEFEND THEIR STUPID BELTS! The small outburst causes Romeo to look away from his drink and Selena huffs and puffs trying to regain her composure. SELENA KING: See? Really annoying. Romeo shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip from his drink. ROMEO PRICE: Unfortunately, I do not possess the luxury to just drop everything and stop caring Ms. King….I have learned in my years of working along side with my father that you can’t ever just do just that. You have to be one hundred percent invested in your work or not at all….It may be easier to just say that we do not care but that would lead to tarnishing the brand that has been built here by yourself, Brandon and………...Hmph…….Bridges….. He shakes his head and grits his teeth a bit at the thought of Lyle Risky. ROMEO PRICE: Post Divine Supremacy is going to invite challenges Ms. King. We must be prepare for what is to come because we have yet to know what exactly is going to happen. This cleaning up process has only began…. They were soon interrupted when they was a knock on the door. Followed by Heath Harper just walking straight in after. Heath was followed by his Enforcer Tank who stands there with arms crossed. HEATH HARPER: I have business to discuss. Let's just say I have a request that can make you money. Standing there, Heath twirls his mustache as Tank forces out the #TankSmirk. Selena just squints her eyes before glancing at Romeo with a confused look on her face. SELENA KING: Money? Money’s good. Romeo studies the new Defiance signee a bit and then looks over to Tank who will be facing off for iGNiTE’s new top title the Global Championship in the upcoming PPV’s main event. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….You sir are not welcome on this brand…. He looks back over to Heath as he has peaked his interest for the time being. ROMEO PRICE: But for now I’ll listen to what you have to say….Go ahead Mr. Harper. What grand idea do you have that will “make me money”? Slapping Tank on the shoulder Heath starts to laugh when he's told he is not welcome. HEATH HARPER: Real funny but Tank isn't on Defiance and there is no way you'd talk to such a prized possession as myself. He looks over at Romeo then over at Tank who just stands there shaking his head. HEATH HARPER: My idea is you let me face "Sissy Boy" Johnny Raike at the PPV. I'm not bothered what match type, just that I face him and snap his arm. What you say boss? Heath stood there with a smug smirk upon his face. Romeo chuckles to himself and takes a sip from his glass. ROMEO PRICE: You vs. Mr. Raike….Interesting. And this is what you believe will make me money, correct? Heath with his smug smirk nods. ROMEO PRICE: Alright I’ll give you a shot Mr. Harper but…. Romeo looks over to Tank once more. ROMEO PRICE: Your friend here will be banned from ringside as he is this brand….. He looks back over to Harper and smirks. ROMEO PRICE: And I will be giving Mr. Raike an opportunity to choose both of your fates. A good ol Tables Match or….A First Blood match? Romeo pats Harper on his shoulder with a smile on his face. ROMEO PRICE: I’m sure you’ll make me plenty buckaroos Mr. Harper….. HEATH HARPER: Plenty of money will be made. Tank is demanded out of the door by Heath who follows just chuckling away to himself. The last thing you hear is him mutter "There is always a way Tank." Selena and Romeo stare at the door before Selena shrugs her shoulders and turns to the desk. SELENA KING: Money money money monnney….. MONNEHHH! Romeo chuckles as Selena takes a seat at the desk and the camera transitions. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest will figure into the No Limits rankings… introducing first, Hailing from Queens, New York, she is the self proclaimed Mermelada of wrestling, the beautiful GIA LEVI. “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: And her opponent, Making her way to the ring, now residing in Miami, Florida...NINA STOKES! "Beyond Me" by Demon Hunter begins to play. After a few seconds, Nina walks out from behind the curtains. After taking a few steps, Nina drops down to own knee. After a few seconds, Nina lifts her head up a little bit and looks out at the cheering crowd. She stands up and slowly walks down the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the ring, Nina gets on the ring apron and wipes her boots before jumping inside. She takes off her hood and heads over to the nearest corner. She then takes off her jacket and stretches a bit, waiting for the match to begin. BRIAN MASON: And I’ve been looking forward to this one, folks! ALEXA CORRA: Is there any match you don’t look forward to, ya big goof? RANDY THE PILOT: Hell yeah, any of those matches where I get to run up to concessions, ya know? ![]() VS. ![]() DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Nina runs right at Gia, lighting into her with stiff kicks. She backs Gia into the corner but Gia shoves her off hard and she goes down to the mat, but rolls through it, pops up to her feet and comes running back. Gia sidesteps the charge and bounces Nina’s head off the turnbuckle. Now Gia drags her around the ring with some arrogant hairpulling, slapping her about the face and paint-brushing the back of her head. A vile rake of the eyes and she whips Nina into the corner, and Gia runs in, leaps up and monkeyflips her out of the corner! Gia runs over and hits a flipping legdrop and then rolls over for the cover… ONE! KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: Only a one, gonna take a ton more to put the Bulletproof Nina away. ALEXA CORRA: I have my glock in my car, can we test that “bulletproof” theory? RANDY THE PILOT: We don’t need any charges tonight, be cool. Now Gia is back up and she grabs Nina in a headlock, wrenching away at it and forcing Nina to expend energy trying to get away. Gia transitions the hold around into a front facelock and knees Nina in the face and the gut, repeatedly. With Nina doubled over, Gia rips Nina’s head between her legs, lifts her up for a powerbomb… bit Nina reversed it into a facebuster! Nina shakes out the cobwebs getting to her feet, and Gia rises. Nina greets her with a running rising knee to the chin that rocks her head back. Nina runs through and bounces off the ropes, comes back and takes her down with a running leg lariat! Nina heads up to the top, points to the crowd… and leaps… diving double foot stomp hits true! Nina covers… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! ALEXA CORRA: C’mon Gia, get up and smear her face on the mat. RANDY THE PILOT: Well that’s kinda gross… BRIAN MASON: Both of these women want to stay at the top of the No Limits race, to get another crack at that title. Nina gets up and tugs Gia to her feet, she whips her into the corner and follows her in… rising double knees! Gia stumbles out, the air forced from her lungs. Nina runs up and catches her from behind with a huge reverse hurricanrana. Gia is laid out flat on the mat, and Nina backs off to the ropes, delayed knee drop to the face. She gets up, hits another. Third time’s the charm as she hits one more. Now she is beckoning for Gia to rise, she wants her on her feet! Gia staggers up, and Nina takes up a boxing style stance and fires off several forearm shots to the face! She nails one last huge one and Gia looks out on her feet. Nina runs over and leaps up to the top rope, leaps for a missile dropkick… but Gia slapped her legs away and Nina crashes to the mat! BRIAN MASON: Horrible mistake, couldn’t come at a worse time for Nina Stokes. ALEXA CORRA: There’s a good time for a mistake, Mason? Her whole career is a horrible mistake. RANDY THE PILOT: I might be mistaken but I smell Wasabi. WASABI!?! Now Gia runs over and drops an elbow on the back of her head. She picks Nina up by the hair and slaps her around the face a few more times, and then bounds across the ring… hairpull-assisted running bulldog! Now she leaps on her, and it’s a catfight! rolling around on the mat, and Gia is getting the best of it, with her slaps, punches and scratches… even a bite or two in there! She drags Nina to her feet, and plants her with a DDT! Now she steps back, smirking, motioning for Nina to rise… Nina up to her knees… Gia runs across and drills her with a shining wizard! She covers… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! But Gia isn’t flustered, she rolls her right around… into a crossface submission! Nina is struggling and straining in the hold. Gia cranks back on it, and Nina appears to be fading… but no! She claws the mat, finding any grip on the mat she can… she gets to the bottom rope, manages to get a couple of fingers on the rope. The ref calls for the break. Nina pulls herself to her feet by the ropes, and Gia is stalking her… she creeps up behind, hooks her head for La Mermalada, and yanks back… but Nina held onto the ropes and Gia fell back flat on her ass! Gia scampers up a bit embarrassed perhaps, and Nina whirls around… hits Gia with a rolling elbow! Gia tries to shake it off, back to her feet… Nina hits her with the Stokes Complex (Hurts Donut). Gia is seeing stars now, Nina rips her to her feet… hits the series of strikes and the sick kick that completes Death By Harley. Nina covers… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner…. NINA STOKES!!! BRIAN MASON: Nina is can hit you with a flurry so quickly and it’s over. I really thought Gia had it until the end, in a back and forth contest. ALEXA CORRA: Great, we get to hear how Bulletproof she is some more… yawn. RANDY THE PILOT: Sleepy? I have some pillows under here. Nina slowly gets to her feet and has her hand raised by the ref. After the ref lets go of her hand. Nina heads over to one of the corners of the ring and climbs to the middle turnbuckle before she raises her own arms up in victory. She spends a few seconds waving to the audience before Gia Levi comes from behind and yanks her right off of the top rope and slamming her into the mat to boos from the audience. BRIAN MASON: OH, COME ON NOW! ALEXA CORRA: Good job, Gia! Beat her ass! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, looks like someone took my pillows. Gia begins stomping away at Nina, clearly sore about her loss, before “Painkiller” by Three Days Grace begins to play and the audience cheers. Exploding out through the curtain is the No Limits champion, Colton Sterling, who makes a beeline for the ring. He slides into the ring and gets to his feet before he charges towards Gia and attempts a bicycle kick, only for Gia to duck it and roll right out of the ring. She quickly heads towards the barricade and hops over it as Colton goes right after her, obviously looking to get her back for the cheap shot with the title. BRIAN MASON: Thank God for Colton Sterling! ALEXA CORRA: Fuck Colton Sterling! RANDY THE PILOT: Man, I was hoping for a titty slip this entire match. “Smack You” by Kimberly Cole begins to play as the audience turns their cheers into boos once they see Fran step through the curtains with a bucket of iGNITE colored green paint in her hands and a smirk on her face. She makes her way down to the ring, where Nina is still recovering from that attack, now near the announce table. Fran slowly walks over to the announce table as she finds herself only a few feet from Nina as Nina is now up to both feet. Smirking, Fran then charges forward and tosses the paint...only for Nina to duck and for the paint to hit Alexa Corra and Randy The Pilot! BRIAN MASON: I think that just backfired! What do you guys think?! ALEXA CORRA: FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU, MASON! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! RANDY THE PILOT: BRUUUUUUUUUH, THAT PAINT JUST RUINED MY HOT DOG! Mason tries not to laugh as Alexa and Randy are shown, pissed off and covered in iGNITE green paint. Fran stares at Randy and Alexa, mouth open in shock, before she turns around and gets caught with a rolling elbow that floors her! Fran stays laid out on the ground as Nina looks down at her and sarcastically blows her a kiss before going back to celebrating as she high fives Mason, then goes towards the audience, where she slaps some hands. WINNER: Nina Stokes (11:12) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 28 2014, 12:28 AM Post #5 |
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![]() We open up to Defiance interviewer Kenzie Valerie, standing by, ready to do her job as she holds a microphone in her hands. KENZIE VALERIE: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Team Defiance member, Jack Warren! Jack Warren steps into the shot, dressed in his ring gear, a smug look on his face. KENZIE VALERIE: Now, Jack. Tonight, you face Lance Winters in the Defiance main event. JACK WARREN: And it is going to be one hell of a main event, Kenzie. You know why? Kenzie shrugs her shoulders while Jack grins. JACK WARREN: Because I’m in it, Kenz. For the second time in the last three Defiances, I’m in the main event. Man, I really dig the new management putting me in the main event because it’s an extremely smart move. You can see Kenzie roll her eyes before she gets with the asking the questions. KENZIE VALERIE: Ok then. Now, you know that Shane Atwater set this match up for you in order to see whether you deserved to be on the team, yes? JACK WARREN: Of course, I know. What about it? KENZIE VALERIE: Are you worried that your performance may not stack up compared to your possible teammates’ performances? Jack’s grin fades as he thinks about the possibility of losing tonight before shaking his head and waving Kenzie’s question off. JACK WARREN: Of course not. Shane Atwater knows that the only way Team Defiance is walking out with a victory is they got me on their team. So, hopefully, Shane Atwater does what’s best for the brand and doesn’t get in his feelings about his decisions. Because if he cuts me from the team? Team Defiance will get obliterated by Team iGNITE. Believe me when I say that I’m the one guy Team Defiance needs more than anyone else. KENZIE VALERIE: Do you think you’ll beat Lance Winters? Warren tries to hold back a laugh. JACK WARREN: Uh...I’m sure he’ll put up a...uh...great fight, but in the end, Jack Warren’s gonna be Jack Warren and show Lance Winters I’m gonna be the MVP of this team. Now, I got a match to win. Bye bye. Jack takes his leave as Kenzie watches him walk away, shaking her head. ![]() The scene opens backstage in the referee’s lounge, adjacent to the catering center. A group of referees are standing around, watching the show on the monitor above near the ceiling. Young referee Brad Chase cracks open a can of Dr. Pepper before talking with a colleague at one of the tables. REFEREE BRAD CHASE: Can you believe this Hank? They let that dope, Pinson, back in. The guy’s nothing but a glass of water. How does he get so much pull? Referee Hank Berman shakes his head, opening a bag of Welch’s Fruit Snacks. He lifted his arms in the air before dropping them. REFEREE HANK BERMAN:: Randy made him the head of the union when he stepped down. It was to a vote, and no one wanted to vote for you. Taken aback, Brad takes a sip of his soda before sitting it down on the table and putting his arms on his hips. REFEREE BRAD CHASE: And why the heck not? REFEREE HANK BERMAN:: Because Brad, no one cares about designated official parking spots. We want someone who’s going to petition for higher wages and a dental plan. I mean Christ, is it that hard to add on a freaking dental plan? What I can triple bypass surgery for eating this crap food at catering but I can’t get a root canal? Who runs this place? The two suck their teeth as the door to the referee’s lounge opens. It’s Gary Pinson accompanied by two other officials. All three men have seemingly arrogant smirks on their faces as they strut in the ref’s lounge. REFEREE BRAD CHASE: Oh great, speak of the devil. And he’s got his stooges Tate and Fred with him. Referring to referees Tate Schuler and Fred Garrison who were allies of Pinson. These are the refs that you don’t want reffing your matches. They almost always show exception to their favorite competitors and will turn a blind eye to interferences and illegal moves. They felt that doing the bare minimum was enough to suffice, especially since they were apart of the underground Referee’s Union that always threatened to strike if they felt their needs weren’t being met. Yes these kinds of shenanigans go on every week while you’re focusing on the real action of Hard Knox Wrestling. There’s a pecking order in every aspect of this business. Pinson walks in, sharing a story with his mates. REFEREE GARY PINSON: So then I said the guy, “yeah Price, Prince, Priss...I don’t care what your surname is pal. I am the lifeblood of the Referee’s Union. Send me back to work or you’ll be hearing from my people.” Both Tate and Fred snicker. REFEREE GARY PINSON: Needless to say I’m right here. Pinson looks down at the other refs who are lounging around. He then yells out to them. They all look up at him, with annoyed looks on their faces. REFEREE GARY PINSON: THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN BABY! Tate and Fred lean against the wall as Pinson walks over to Brad and Hank. Gary snatches Hank’s fruit snacks off the table and starts eating them. Hank just sighs and leans back in his seat. REFEREE GARY PINSON: So uhh...aren’t you boys supposed to working? Brad Chase looks at Hank, wondering why he didn’t do anything about him stealing his fruit snacks. Brad makes eye contact with Tate and Fred before glaring at Pinson. REFEREE BRAD CHASE: We aren’t scheduled until later on in the card I’m pretty sure you aren’t even allowed to be back. You and Jerry can’t come back until the Japan tour is over! REFEREE TATE SCHULER:: What are you gonna cry to the general manager about it? REFEREE BRAD CHASE: HEY CAN IT SCHULER! Gary Pinson turns around to Tate and Fred who peel off the wall. He holds his hand up. REFEREE GARY PINSON: Not worth it boys. These squares will get dumped off to iGNITE soon enough. And as for Jerry Stevens? The crowd pops for the mention of Jerry and soon a slew of “Jerry” chants can be heard. REFEREE GARY PINSON: Jerry Stevens is done. Finito. Finished. He’s back to blowing whistles at youth sports complexes back in Iowa. The best he’ll ever do is arena football. Now you two can follow in Jerry’s footsteps, or you’ll get in line and abide by the union. Gary crumples up the empty bag of fruit snacks and drops them in Hanks lap before walking back towards Tate and Fred. REFEREE GARY PINSON: C’mon boys we got some business to take care of. The scene fades with Brad Chase pouting up his face at Pinson and company. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is tonight’s main event! Introducing first, From Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, JACK WARREN! -"I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring. Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards his corner and getting ready for his match. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent...On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS! 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. ![]() JACK WARREN vs. LANCE WINTERS And Warren wastes no time as he rushes the length of the ring and blasts Winters in the ear with a stiff fist and backs him into the corner with some stiff chops. Warren backs up, dropkicks Winters in the face, rocking his head back, bracing himself in the corner. Warren backs up and runs back in… but Winters explodes out of the corner and spears Warren to the mat, and leaps on him, straddling and pounding him about the face and shoulders with rock-hard punches. It’s all Warren can do to somehow shove Winters off of him and scamper to his feet. But Winters runs right into him and knees him in the side, down around the short ribs. Warren howls out in pain, doubling over. Winters loops both of his arms and drives his face into the mat with authority, nailing the double armed DDT. Warren rolls out of the ring, on his hands and knees on the arena floor. Winters follows behind and sizes him up in that prone position he runs at him…. punt kick! But No! Warren leaned back and swept Winters’ legs out from under him, Winters landing on his back on the floor. The ref starts counting both men out… 1! 2! 3! BRIAN MASON: Warren totally went Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown on that one! Winters whiffed. ALEXA CORRA: Cartoons, really Mason? RANDY THE PILOT: I know we’re in the after-Christmas spirit and all, and that was Ho-Ho-Horrible. 4! 5! 6! The ref’s count has reached six, and Warren hits a spinning discus elbow and a lariat before sliding Winters back into the ring. He stomps away at Winters a few times and drops a couple choice elbows before heading up to the top turnbuckle and sneering at the crowd. Winters gets to his feet slowly… and Warren leaps for a diving crossbody! He catches Winters flush across the chest and drives him back down to the mat, landing on top and driving the wind out of him. Warren reaches back and hooks a leg! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Warren justs smirks and hops up, stomping away at Winters’ head. He yanks him up by the hair and runs across the ring gripping Winters by the back of the head… he tosses Winters over the top rope to the arena floor! Once again the ref starts his count… 1! 2! Warren climbs out to the apron and yells at the fans, pointing down at Winters. Winters staggers to his feet and turns around, Warren runs the length of the apron and launches himself for a flying clothesline… but Winters dropkicks him in the chest on the way down! 3! 4! Warren is clutching his guts now, and Winters shakes off some cobwebs getting back up. Winters picks him up and drills a full nelson suplex on the floor, followed by a brainbuster on the floor! 5! 6! Lance just sits there admiring his work, he looks up at the ref counting and and rolls his eyes… 7! 8! Winters rolls him into the ring at the eight count and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! BRIAN MASON: I really thought that brainbuster on the floor would’ve ended it for sure. RANDY THE PILOT: Like a club hopeful he found that velvet rope. ALEXA CORRA: Speaking of, they got some hot clubs over here? I need to go let off some steam after the steaming pile that has been this night. Winters seems a bit miffed at the foot on the rope, and he swipes it off, hooking both legs and covers again! ONE! TWO!! THR-NO! KICKOUT!!! Winters drags Warren to his feet, punching away at him. He whips Warren into the ropes going for another spear… but Warren leapt up and grabbed Winters around the head, driving him to the mat DDT-style! He gets Winters back up… roundhouse kick, followed by an enziguri! Now he grips Winters and yanks him over to the ropes, throwing his body through the middle ropes but holding onto his neck so he’s perched on the middle rope. Like lightning he quickly drives Winters back down for the rope-hung DDT! Warren goes for the figure four leglock, but Winters cradles him down into a small package pin reversal! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Warren is back up, mad as hell and he rocks Winters in the face with a knee trembler. Warren then kicks away at his leg several times and reapplies the figure four… he gets it this time! Winters is struggling, the pain is extreme in the hold. Winters tries to back toward the ropes, but Warren holds fast. Winters is struggling but he’s clearly got stars in his eyes, starting to fade, the pain of the submission adding to this, he finally lays flat on his back. The ref surveys the situation and drops down, counting a pin… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!!!! Winters got the shoulder up! Lance sits up wild-eyed as if a needle full of adrenaline has been shot directly into his veins. The veins on his neck pop out, and he looks Warren dead in the eye and.. laughs! Winters with a mighty heave rolls over in the hold, reversing the strain of the submission hold! Warren grimaces in pain for a few moments and it’s everything he can do to release the hold. Now both men back to their feet now, limping a bit. Warren grabs Winters and whips him to the ropes, no reversed, and reversed again. Winters bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline. Warren instinctively bounces off the far ropes and follows him, Winters rebound once more… double clothesline! Both men are down! BRIAN MASON: This match is insane. Warren’s in there holding his own against one of the most dangerous guys in all of HKW. ALEXA CORRA: He is the President of RIP after all, love him or hate him, you dare not underestimate him. RANDY THE PILOT: I need to estimate when this pizza I ordered will get here. Japanese pizza any good or nah? Winters rolls over and drapes an arm on Warren…. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Winters sits up, wiping his face. He gets to his feet slowly moments before Warren does… but Warren takes him by surprise with a stiff kidney punch! He grabs Winters by the head and holds up his index finger to the crowd… Nail on a Coffin time! But Winters shoves him off hard on the back, gripping the wrist that was around his neck he yanks Warren back towards him and boots him in the gut, cues up Death Toll (Spinning Impaler) .... but Warren slaps his arms away, and gouges Winters in the eyes. Winters is stomping around, blinded. Warren takes a look around at the crowd and the referee, and just shrugs... he slides some brass knucks from the top of his boot and blasts Lance Winters in pure unadulterated frustration and hatred. The ref sees this fully, almost dumbfounded that Warren would do this in such broad daylight. Warren just jaws at him and leans in the corner, as Winters rolls on the mat in a daze, before getting to his feet and staring daggers at Warren, pissed beyond belief and holding his head. The ref wheels around and signals for the bell, shaking his head! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner….via disqualification... LANCE WINTERS!!! BRIAN MASON: What a sequence there at the end, I wasn’t sure how it would play out… but Winters goes in the books as the winner! But not in the way ANYBODY wanted it... damn you Jack Warren! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, I was hoping Winters would stand supreme so I could make a joke about that pizza I ordered earlier... crap. ALEXA CORRA: Jack Warren had enough apparently. He's really made of brass, that one... around the knuckles at least. The crowd goes crazy with boos at the announcement of the decision. Winters and Warren look to continue the fight, but officials flood in to separate them. Warren rolls out to the floor, the look on his face smugness and anger. Winters is rightfully pissed, and is dead set on getting at Jack when “The Outsider (Apocalypse Mix)” hits over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers slightly as Shane Atwater walks out from backstage, shaking his head with a sigh and looking around at the crowd, then back toward the ring as the music dies down. SHANE ATWATER: That...Was not quite what I had in mind. Don’t get me wrong, that was one Hell of a fight you guys put on...But that was not quite what I had in mind. Winters is still pissed, while Warren merely sneers, cursing at Atwater before spitting on the ramp. SHANE ATWATER: When I made these matches last week, it was for a purpose. To see who I could rely on. To see who had the best interests of Defiance at heart. To see who was willing to bust their ass and show that they BELONGED on this team. Atwater paces for a minute before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: Xavier Asher Daniels showed me that kind of effort tonight. So did Nicole Starr and Ava Adore when they fought like Hell against XAD and I earlier tonight. He pauses, focusing his attention back on ringside. SHANE ATWATER: And that brings us to right now. Lance...Jack...and more proof positive that you are two of the best this brand has to offer. But the order has come down, and somebody has to go...And when it comes down to it, I can’t go into Divine Supremacy with someone I can’t trust. Somebody who is so fucking desperate to get themselves over at ANY cost...regardless of whether its detrimental to the squad. I can’t go into Divine Supremacy with somebody who is so wrapped up in their own bullshit that they’re going to forget about what’s good for the team. I can’t go into Divine Supremacy with someone on Team Defiance who might end up pulling some stunt that could cost us the entire night. Shane shakes his head, taking a deep breath before narrowing his eyes and pointing. SHANE ATWATER: And THAT, Jack Warren...is why YOU will not be on Team Defiance at Divine Supremacy. The crowd goes into an uproar as Warren loses it down at ringside, screaming and threatening Atwater, who merely shakes his head, sighing to himself. BRIAN MASON: Well, it looks like Team Defiance is all set...and Jack Warren is absolutely livid! ALEXA CORRA: And he should be! There’s no reason for him to be off this team! Shane Atwater just doomed Team Defiance, the fucking idiot! BRIAN MASON: He did what he thought was best, Alexa...And I for one think it might just be the right call. ALEXA CORRA: And that’s why you’re an idiot. Atwater will regret this, you’ll see! BRIAN MASON: Whatever the case, we’re out of time here...we’ll see you all on the next episode of Defiance! “The Outsider” plays again as the camera cuts back and forth between a resolved Shane Atwater and a ballistic Jack Warren before Defiance comes to a close. |
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