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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 16 2015, 04:58 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with your favorite HKW stars after DIVINE SUPREMACY goes off the air! Hear their thoughts on the night, their opponents, and all the happenings of the hit HKW show! |
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| Joey Miles | Feb 16 2015, 05:04 AM Post #2 |
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It's dark. A single flickering light bulb sways back and forth. Another light emanates from a fireplace in front of the chair, although it's only faint. The atmosphere is cold as we view the back of a chair, slightly from the left, unknown whether or not someone is seated in it. A voice is heard. ???: Do you truly wish to join my religion? Illusionists see one goal and one goal only, to bring out the truth of this world. You will dedicate your life to revealing this truth. We know that there's no such thing as good in existence. Everyone, deep down, is nothing but an animal, waiting to be fed. Our food of choice is chaos. It is our duty to bring this to light. If you join now, there's no getting out. Once again, do you truly wish to become a member of the Church of Illusionism? Suddenly, a very familiar voice emanates from the chair. JOEY MILES: I do, my lord. ???: And so it shall be. Please, lean forward and hold up your hair. Joey can be seen leaning forward in the chair, holding his hair away from his neck as the unknown man requested. This mysterious man walks into the scene, revealing himself to be none other than Danny Diamond's alter ego, Mirage, the masked man holding something in his hand. He lifts it up to the light, allowing it to be seen. It's a branding iron. He holds it back down whilst turning his attention to the wall in front of them. "The Illusionist" holds the iron out, letting the front of it touch the fire to get it hot. He waits patiently for the fire to warm up the branding iron, before pulling it back out, the head now being bright red. He walks behind the chair. MIRAGE: This will only hurt a little. Are you ready? JOEY MILES: Yes, my lord. MIRAGE: Good. Brace yourself. Mirage holds the branding iron into the air with both hands, before slowly pushing it into the back of Joey's neck. Upon touching, Miles immediately lets out a blood curdling scream, but he quickly silences himself and bites his lip to prevent any further screaming while the iron pierces a symbol into his skin. Once Mirage is finally done, he pulls the iron back and holds it down. MIRAGE: It is official. From this day on, Joey Miles, you will forever be known as Abaddon. Welcome to the Church of Illusionism. ABADDON: Thank you, my lord. MIRAGE: The Church of Illusionism will journey to HKW. Mary, Nightmare and myself will help you in spreading our message there. Be prepared. They will throw everything they have at us. We will take it all, though. There's nothing they can do to stop us from saving this world. Life for them will never be the same again. Joey stands up from the chair and nods at Mirage, as the video ends abruptly. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 16 2015, 10:48 AM Post #3 |
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We pick up backstage where a sweaty Eddie Vega is leaning against a wall. He grabs his head and pulls his hair in a visible sign of frustration. We see as Kenzie J. Valerie approaches him from behind and pokes him on the shoulder. This takes Eddie by surprise as he jumps and turns violently towards Kenzie, who backs up a bit as she sees Eddie’s fist. Vega stops and takes a deep breath and speaks to her. Eddie Vega: “Don’t you ever do that again, please call me…” Kenzie nods still a bit in shock about Eddie’s reaction. She grabs the microphone and stands next to Eddie, then she starts speaking. Kenzie J. Valerie: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing next to a man that put up quite a performance tonight… Eddie Vega. Eddie, we all saw what happened during the match, but tell us, what was going thru your mind as you stepped out of that curtain for your first match in more than a year?” Eddie takes a deep breath, still sweating and on his wrestling attire. He brings both of his hands to his hips as he speaks. Eddie Vega: “Hearing my theme song again, stepping out of the curtain to the roar of the fans here in Japan… for my first match in over a year as you pointed out… I have to say it’s surreal. Many have questioned why I came back to wrestling and I have to say… it’s feelings like that what brought me back. You can’t get that sensation doing anything else.” Kenzie looks to be excited about Eddie’s response, or the flirty way he was looking at her, either way she grabbed the mic and spoke again. Kenzie J. Valerie: “You were the third person in the Battle Royal, did you feel any kind of pressure knowing that you would’ve needed to last almost the whole match in order to have a chance a victory?” Eddie smirked, thus making Kenzie blemish a bit, before he spoke. Eddie Vega: “I have no problem entering as one of the first persons in a Battle Royal. As I’ve been telling each and every single one of you for the past month or so, and at risk of sounding like a broken record, I have experience doing this. You see, I was the first entrant in my battle royal last year and lasted all the way to the end…. This year I entered third and lasted all the way to the end. You see, in all honesty, I like to be in that spot, I like to be the one that needs to prove something and needs to outlast a whole contingent of people, because that’s what makes for a great show. You saw the fans tonight, you heard them roar, you heard each and every single one of them being cheering for me and not sitting down. That’s something only the great ones or the ones who put up great performances get here in Japan…. For me to do it on my first match back, on one of the first matches of the night… that’s saying something.” Kenzie takes a deep breath, Eddie does as well as he knows what’s coming next. She gets the mic near her mouth and after a sigh she speaks. Kenzie J. Valerie: “Then just like that… you get eliminated. How did you feel knowing that you came so close to win just to be eliminated by someone you eliminated yourself?” Eddie closes his eyes and drives his right hand all over his hair before letting a big sigh out and speaking. Eddie Vega: “I can’t say I didn’t expect something like that to happen tonight. But it still feels like crap. I worked so damned hard in that match just for someone salty to eliminate me… for what? To make a statement? To show how much of a “badass” he is? Don’t make me laugh, he’s a coward and he knows it, he couldn’t eliminate me when we were in front of each other so he does by attacking me after I eliminated him… thus giving Bayani the match… a Match that Bayani doesn’t deserve. But then again, I can’t say I didn’t expect something like that to happen, not with seemingly everyone on this match wanting to take me out of it before it started. Not with Ashley Hamilton saying she would win at all cost on Twitter and saying that my promises were vain. Not with Nicole Hamilton (Starr) sending her pawns against me. Now that I think about it… why does every Hamilton want a piece of me?” Kenzie chuckles as Eddie smirks and resumes speaking. Eddie Vega: “I expected some sort of bullshit, but I let my guard down once I eliminated Van Duren. I turned my attention towards Bayani and that cost me the match. But I will assure you this, Kenzie and the whole HKW fan base… I will make them pay. I will show them what respect means, I will show them what HONOR means… and if they think they can break me…. I’ll just say, get in line, because you’re not the first to tell me they will crush me… and certainly won’t be the last to say so. Still… here I am, ready and locked on a target. You better be ready Alessio… there’s hell to pay. Bayani… enjoy your “hard fought” victory… The taste of glory fades quickly… Now Kenzie, as much as I enjoy your company I need to go.” Eddie taps Kenzie on the shoulder and leaves the scene as it fades to black. |
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| NEON | Feb 16 2015, 12:11 PM Post #4 |
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The screen is filled with images of Neon in action - various submissions, taunts, shouts to the crowd and a defining sound of boss which slowly fades into her sitting in a chair in a studio setting. “Ding dong, the witch is back. Back to show everyone who the craziest bitch of all is. One issue I took with this whole industry is why there wasn’t enough females like me. Everyone wanted to be friends. Everyone wanted to be popular. Now, it seems everyone wants to be the something that I once was. This ends here. Now, I’m back, I’m going to let everyone know - nothing beats the original.” She finishes her impassioned speech with a hair flip which prompts the screen to return to images of her tracking opponents and other people backstage. “Where have I been? I’ve spent the whole time I’ve been away perfecting my craft with none other than Kerry Windsor. I’ve learnt a lot and now I’m a lot more polished. A lot more aggressive. A lot more me.” This time the screens hows images of Neon training with Kerry in an in ring location, her face is determined and Kerry looks impressed. “I can’t count the amount of times that I’ve heard ‘Neon, why don’t you use your full potential?’. Tune in next Defiance, that time is now. See you there.” She blows a kiss towards the camera and laughs as the screen fades to black displaying an image teasing her return at the next Defiance.
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| INFAMOUS | Feb 16 2015, 12:21 PM Post #5 |
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XPJ: WHAT I TELL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS?!?! X walks into the scene, dried up blood on his as he smiles a toothy smile. The Interim Lionheart Championship wrapped around his neck and the Undisputed Lionheart Championship in his right hand. He points at it with his left, which looks to have a bottle of champagne, the good shit, Armand de Brignac. He pours it down his throat and wastes some of on his head. He shakes his head and lets out a loud howl. XPJ: WHAT I TELL YA'LL NIGGAS?! I WAS GONNA TAKE WHAT YA'LL OWED ME!! EVERY TIME I WASN'T ON A CARD, EVERY TIME I HARD TO DEAL WITH JOEY PERELLO'S BITCH ASS I WAS PLOTTIN'! PLOTTIN' my nigga and none of ya'll bitches saw it! That bitch Vik and Rhys ain't know what the fuck was up. All that hype, all that talk, and I busted BOTH they white asses!! Look at'em now, young, they ain't got shit on me. Just went out there and show them fuck niggas who the hardest hittin' mothafucker on this trash roster. SEE HOW I ALMOST BROKE THAT BITCH RHYS' NECK?! That's MY division now!!! THIS-- X shows the Lionheart Championships. XPJ: IS MINE NOW!!! That division is mine now, don't belong to no MMA fighters--beat his ass--or no BOXERS--beat that nigga's ass too; It belongs to the fuckin' savage, feelin' me on that?! Vik and anybody else can talk they shit, say what they want, get that salt out they systems. But they best realize there's a new peckin' order in this shit, yeah? Voy a aplastarte bichos bajo mi puto pie. You're BUGS!!! BUGS!!! BUGS!!! And none of ya'll forget that... X walks away from the camera, gettin' a little buzzed from the champagne and the blood loss. XPJ: WHERE MY HOES AT??!! |
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| Shane Atwater | Feb 16 2015, 01:32 PM Post #6 |
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Somewhere backstage... "I tried." Shane Atwater is sitting, his head in his hands, still in his gear, barely moving. "I tried to hold it together. To make this thing work. To pull a bunch of disparate personalities, a bunch of clashing egos together for one purpose...to get six people to work as a team, a REAL team, in spite of their personal differences. In spite of their own desires. I tried. I brought them all together. Pushed them toward one purpose, a singular goal...And it was right there, for the taking. In spite of everything, in spite of the clashes, in spite of us mixing like oil and fucking water...In spite of all of it, I thought we had this. Even when one of ours went down, even when I had to scramble for a replacement, I wasn't going to let this team lose. We COULDN'T lose. And then we did. Not even with a bang. With a whimper. We failed. I FAILED. After everything, after all the hard work, after the strategizing, after doing everything in my power to make sure this team was on the same page....It was all undone. Just like that. Congratulations, iGNITE. Enjoy your victory while it lasts. You..."earned" it." Shane sneers, the word almost coming out like a curse as he pushes his hair back, sighing heavily. "After everything I tried to do, after throwing every ounce of myself into this, into this TEAM...None of it mattered. Not a single bit of it. It never mattered. See, that's what I understand now. I knew it all along, I guess...but I tried to push it aside, because I thought that was just the pessimist in me talking. I've never been a "Rah Rah, Go Team" guy. I've never been one to...believe in people. But I put that aside for this. I put that aside for DEFIANCE. Every misgiving I had, I shelved it, because I thought we could rise above it. I thought, for once, that something like this was going to work. That's my mistake. That's on ME. This loss, is on ME. It's on me for believing in this. It's on me for thinking this mattered, when it clearly didn't. Not to ANY OF YOU. That's why when the dust cleared, and smoke was settled, none of you were to be found. That's why when I got waylaid from behind by a FUCKING COWARD...None of you had my back. As far as everyone else was concerned, their obligation was over. As far as everyone else was concerned, the match was lost the moment they got pinned. I mean, Hell, the show wasn't even over before Nicole Starr's ignorant chip-obsessed ass was flitting around, happy as could be, slobbering over XPJ like she hadn't even been booked tonight. Good to see you're so concerned about wins and losses, Nicole. That's going to take you far. The show wasn't even over before Ava Adore was long gone from the fucking building. The show wasn't even over before Zakk Lewis was primed and ready to start pointing fingers when he was just as much to blame as anyone else, while ambling on to whatever new bullshit his 'revolution' has in store for everybody. After everything I tried to do...After everything WE were set up to do....The second any one of you sons of bitches was pinned, this stopped meaning anything. You washed your hands of it. None of it mattered. IT NEVER FUCKING MATTERED. NOT TO A SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU. Division supremacy never meant anything. This was just another match. Just another payday. You got your checks, and you cut out the second iGNITE's music started to play. And then it was on to the next thing. On to Project Continuum. On to whatever other bullshit scheme some one has cooked up. I gave this the benefit of the doubt. I tried. I really did. I gave everything to pull this team together as best I could, to try and make this MEAN SOMETHING. Forget the World Championship match. Romeo Price could have offered me nothing, and I still would have poured every ounce of my effort into this. I still would have tried like Hell to make Lance Winters and Ava Adore put aside their differences. To give XAD back the confidence he'd lost. To reign in Nicole Starr, and to make Zakk Lewis feel like a part of something he so very clearly had no fucking interest in. I still would have extended the fucking olive branch to a no good, cowardly piece of shit, all for the sake of the betterment of the team. And it still wouldn't have meant a single Goddamn thing, because NONE OF THIS meant ANYTHING to a single GOD DAMN ONE OF YOU. Don't worry, though. Obligations over, now. Sorry to have wasted any of your time." Shane sighs, shaking his head. "Never again. Never again am I letting myself get roped into another cause. Never again am I trying to do something for the greater good...Never again am I laying myself on the line for a bunch of people who couldn't give a good Goddamn about anyone, or anything. I gave the benefit of the doubt, once, and this is what I was handed, so from now on, I rely on the one person I've always known I could rely on. Me. No more causes. No more teams. No more trying to be the leader and bring everyone together for common fucking cause and courtesy. I lead by example. You want to follow, stay the fuck out of my way. From now on, I do whats right, but what's right for me. By MY standard. No one elses. The way it was before, and the way it should have stayed. Division supremacy was a fine fucking goal, but we couldn't grasp it. Because the team didn't care. Because I failed. And because of a no good snake in the grass piece of shit named Jack Warren. That's right, Jackie-Boy. I didn't forget about you. You made sure of that. I knew you were yellow. I knew you were a fucking coward. I KNEW you were going to turn on us the second you got a chance. But I put it aside. For the sake of the team. For the sake of DEFIANCE....And look what that got us. Look what that got ME. Congratulations, you mouthy piece of shit. You have my full and undivided attention now. My complete, and full attention." Shane gets up, pacing a moment...Before grabbing one of the equipment containers he was sitting on and violently throwing it against the wall with a crash. Shane pushes his hands through his hair, seething. YOU HAVE MY FULL FUCKING ATTENTION NOW, JACKIE BOY. YOU WANTED IT. YOU GOT IT. Yeah, way to go, Jackie. You fucked me over. You fucked the whole team over. Congratulations, big man, you did it. You proved to the world that Jack Warren... Well, that Jack Warren is exactly what I've been saying he is for weeks now. That Jack Warren is without a doubt, the dumbest fucking human being on the HKW roster. See, you had this little plan, Jackie, but its clear you didn't think it through. Just like you didn't think getting your ass disqualified against Lance Winters through. Just like you didn't think your attempted jump to iGNITE through. Just like you didn't think this little business arrangement of yours through. Sure, you got one over on me. You got to have a nice laugh at my expense. Cost us the match. Cost me a title shot. But do you know what else you did, Jackie-Boy? YOU PISSED ME OFF. Y'know, I pride myself...I've always prided myself...on not letting anyone push my buttons. On not letting anyone get to me. Not because of what could happen to me, should that situation ever arise...But because of what could happen to THEM. I try to keep an even keel, not for my sake, but for yours. FOR ALL OF YOURS. BUT YOU WENT AHEAD AND FUCKED THAT UP, JACKIE BOY. You wanted to fuck me over? You wanted me pissed off? Congratulations, you stupid motherfucker, now you've got it. Well done. Before tonight, I would have been content just tapping your ignorant ass out the next time I saw you, but now, Jackie Boy...Now you're fucked. Now, I'm gonna break every fucking bone you've got in your body. I'm going to take my time. I'm going to make it last. I'm going to make sure you fucking suffer. And I'm not going to stop until I'm fucking satisfied. I'm not going to stop until you are DONE in this company. If you'd left well enough alone, I would have been content just beating you one of these days, slapping that goofy fucking look off of your roided up fratboy face and moving on. But now, Jackie Boy, oh-ho-ho, now...I'm not going to be happy until you are a fucking CRIPPLE. Wheelchair status for Jack Warren. Starting now. Living the rest of your fucking days eating through a straw, and pissing in a fucking bag. The world's most cowardly invalid, Jack Warren, that's gonna be your fucking calling card when I'm finished. You think Risky is gonna protect you now? You think ANYBODY is gonna protect you now? Nah. Not a fucking chance, Jackie Boy. NOT A FUCKING CHANCE. I'm going to carve you up and send you back to him in convenient bitch-sized pieces. Maybe even with a little note of consolation. 'Sorry You Backed The Wrong Horse, Lyle. Condolences, Shane'. And here's going to be the best part, Jack. I'm going to do it in the middle of the ring. Where it's legal. I'm going to dismantle your worthless ass, and it's gonna be sanctioned, on live TV. I'm going to end your fucking career, and thousands of people are going to cheer, while I get paid handsomely for it, and then move on to bigger, and better things. I'm going to cut you down, and then I'm going to make you watch while I rise higher than your worthless ass ever could have possibly grasped. And there is nothing....NOTHING....no cowardly fucking scheme, no sneak attack, no gangland bullshit...That is gonna stop me. I'm going to break you, Jackie-Boy. With EASE. Not for a brand. Not for anyone else, but me. You're a Goddamn dead man, Jack Warren. And then the rest of HKW goes back on notice. Same as it always was. EVERYBODY. TAPS." |
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| Bayani Arroyo | Feb 16 2015, 02:45 PM Post #7 |
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The cameras catch Bayani Arroyo sitting back in the locker room area, windbreaker pants on and a towel draped around the back of his neck and hanging over each of his shoulders. "I said that I was going to make Divine Supremacy my night... And I did. I went out there and I did something 14 other competitors couldn't do. I avoided being thrown over the top rope. Now, I've seen what the blogs and dirt sheets are writing. I've seen what the "fans" are sayin' on social media, as if I give a fuck about what they got to say. People sayin' I was handed a win from Alessio. That it was Eddie Vega's night and it was his moment. Well guess what? I don't care. I didn't ask for help and I didn't want help. Fact is, the result woulda been the same without Alessio. Eddie Vega wouldn't have won. He would still be dumped over the top rope. And I would still be the last man standing. I've been tellin' people that I was gonna make an impact. I've been sayin' that I'm not just a bunch of talk and hype. That I'm the real deal. And tonight.. Was only a small taste of that. It was only the beginning. There's plenty more to come. "The Filipino Superman" has landed. And unfortunately for all you bitches... This Superman ain't got no kryptonite." He smirks as the scene fades out. |
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| Sean Sands | Feb 16 2015, 02:56 PM Post #8 |
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[Camera cut backstage where we find iGNiTE General Manager, Sean Sands, wearing just his suit pants, white dress shirt, and no tie, having discarded it when he nearly got into an altercation with Romeo Price. Sands is carrying the Divine Supremacy All out War trophy that must have been presented to him after Team iGNiTE emerged victorious in that elimination match. He seems to be really huffing it as everyone seems to move out of his way, a our look plastered all over his face. But Sands is eventually forced to stop in his tracks when one of the cameramen gets right in front of him.] CAMERAMAN: Anyway we can ask you a few questions, Sean? [Sean seems ready to tell the cameraman off, but bites his tongue and instead shoots him a nod.] SEAN SANDS: Yes, but please try to make it fast, I need to check on the conditions of Hunter Werth and Joey Perello. CAMERAMAN: First things first, how does it feel to have your brand emerge victorious here tonight? SEAN SANDS: It feels bittersweet. I was hoping it would feel much better than this, but it doesn't. Yes, there's gonna be some people who say that Jack Warren handed this team a victory, but then those are the same people who probably turned a blind eye to the fact that Banahan, Cole eliminated himself and one of our team members as well. And yes, while I was hoping most of Team iGNiTE would go out there and celebrate the hard earned victory- and it is a hard earned one no matter what they say- this new group of rookie rogues and one of our very own trainers decided it would be the perfect time to attack a returning man and my brand's team captain. CAMERAMAN: Can I get your thoughts on the whole Banahan, Cole situation? [Sands chuckles as he stares at the cameraman for a second before responding.] SEAN SANDS: Want to say that I'm surprised, but I'm really not. Banahan, Cole loves himself more than anyone else and tonight, he proved it. He almost had me tricked into thinking he'd actually try to fight for the team when he was asking about rewards, but Banahan decided to do what he thought was best for him. Which brings me to a match that I have him scheduled for on the first iGNiTE following this monumental pay-per-view. [Sean clears his throat before he looks down at the trophy, then back up at the camera.] SEAN SANDS: On the next iGNiTE, Cole is gonna defend his Cyber championship against the very same woman he attacked and laid out tonight; Alex J. She has her title shot lined up and I think Cole didn't wrestle much, so he should be healthy as a horse for this. And obviously, the fans will choose the stipulation. So, good luck to both of them. CAMERAMAN: Wow, that's a big announcement. Now, may I ask you about your thoughts on this Project Continuum group? [Sean bites down on his lower lip as he thinks about answering this next question before letting out a small nod.] SEAN SANDS: I think I understand their frustration, but they should have gone about this a different way. Don't really appreciate Ken allowing a group of rogues running wild throughout the shows because they haven't been given that opportunity yet. Which is funny, cause had any of them asked me, I would have gladly given them a tryout on the show to see how they fared against iGNiTE talent. But since they seem to be hellbent on doing this, then I guess I better pay attention and make sure that nothing like what happened to Hunter and Joey happens again. CAMERAMAN: Speaking of that match, why did you go out there when you said you wouldn't it? SEAN SANDS: Barrett Keaton Huff asked me to go out there because the fans wanted to see the GMs act like coaches. So, hope nobody thought I was lying when I said that. Things just changed and I had to go out there. CAMERAMAN: Switching topics for just a bit. What are your thoughts on XPJ becoming the Lionheart champion tonight? [Sands sucks his teeth at the mention of a superstar that seems to have been hellbent on annoying the shit out of Sean these past couple of weeks. Slowly, Sands lets out a sigh before he answers.] SEAN SANDS: I think that there's no way I can complain about how the match went down. XPJ fought it like a man and he defeated two powerful fighters in Viktor Volkov and Rhys Baines to become the champion. I can't really say anything about his performance. Could I bitch about the fact that he was just handed a free title shot after failing to capture the Cyber championship in a clean contest, then putting Salem on the shelf and giving Banahan, Cole the belt because he couldn't keep his cool? I could, but I won't. XPJ has had a solid record here in this company, so I'm not even gonna complain about that either. But if you're asking me what I think of XPJ in general? Then I've got a perfectly good answer for you. I think XPJ acts like a spoiled little brat whenever he doesn't get his way. Did I cancel the match between him and Perello at House of Pain? Yes, and things like that have happened before and they'll happen again in this business and in this company. But of course, XPJ could not stand the fact that he couldn't get his hands on Perello, though maybe if he stopped calling me and cussing me out every two minutes, he would've sat down and listened to my proposition for an even bigger fight against Joey Perello on a bigger stage where all his pent up aggression could have been released. But XPJ had to be XPJ and he went ahead and took it upon himself to act like the spoiled brat that he is and kept calling me and shouting at me as if I was some stupid waiter that got his order wrong. He wants me to pick up the phone, but I made that mistake once and now, he has to come see me face-to-face if he wants to talk. XPJ wants to act like he's entitled to everything I could give him and more, and that's why he doesn't have to say a single fucking "thank you". I pulled some strings for him to get to Japan on a private jet and I never got one goddamn "thank you". So as far as I'm concerned, XPJ can come to my office and demand whatever the hell he wants. I'm not giving him a single thing anymore unless he has done enough to earn it. Not that that probably matters what with Lyle being his manager now, but that's how it's gonna roll between me and you now, X. You can keep acting like you deserve the world, but i'm not budging on a damn thing when it comes to you. Enjoy your title reign. CAMERAMAN: Anything to say on Zakk Lewis and what he said about you? [Sands stares at the cameraman for a second before a big grin appears on his face.] SEAN SANDS: As some in the southern states of USA would say...bless his heart. Maybe when he stops being bitter about the fact that he was nothing more than a nuisance when he was over here on my brand and has no real good reason to dislike me, maybe then his words will ring a bit clearer. Until then, he can keep acting like a child with his nice, sixth grade insults and I'll be over here, acting "unprofessional" and trying to slide in some DMs or whatever the hell he stupidly accused me of. CAMERAMAN: Damn. You going in on motherfuckers. One last question. Your brother and Aries and Rocket Surgery defeated A.S.H. and Killuminaughty. Now, you promised them a reward for that. What is that reward? [Sands lets out an "ah" sound before he uses his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Using his quick fingers, Sands sends a text and then motions for the cameraman to wait a minute. There is a slight awkward silence for about two minutes before Alexandria Green comes into the shot with two championship belts in her hands, both looking similar to one another. Sands motions to them with a big smile.] SEAN SANDS: The reward is this; Rocket Surgery and The Dick Kicking Kings were promised a tag team title shot and they're gonna get it because on the next iGNiTE, Yukiko and Carnival team up to face Aries and Tanner for the right to be called the first ever HKW Global Tag Team champions. So, make sure to tune into iGNiTE, folks. CAMERAMAN: Impressive. Thank you for your time. SEAN SANDS: Thank you. [Sean then walks out of the shot, Alexandria following right behind him as the scene cuts out.] |
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| Ashley Maldano | Feb 16 2015, 03:44 PM Post #9 |
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ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Did this really happen tonight? Are you kidding me?” The scene opens up with a furious Ashley Hamilton standing backstage, pacing back and forth. The young iGNITE talent is running her hands through her dark hair, her face red as she is clearly unhappy with tonights results in her mini rumble match. ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Close, but not close enough. Good effort, but it just wasn’t your time. You did really well and people can’t take that away from you...blah blah blah...blah.” Ashley stops pacing before looking up at the cameras, dropping her hands at her sides clenching her fists out of anger as she speaks. ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Do any of you know how many times I hear that? How many nights I’m close but not close enough? I am done being the underdog and done being the girl that will “be one to look out for.” This match tonight was more to me than a car or a paycheck. It was a chance to go out there and show that I am a serious threat in this company on the iGNITE brand. It was MY opportunity to go out there and show all my hard work and dedication but before I could show any of that…..my night was QUICKLY cut short. My night was ruined by a woman who does not deserve to be here… And some people may call it bitterness. Some people may call it overreacting, but tonight was a WAKE UP CALL. Tonight just made me realize even more so, that being the good girl that takes all those “good but not good enoughs” and continues on like its no big deal, it doesn’t get you anywhere. I am SICK AND TIRED of being just there...just nearly making my way up, but as soon as I get some heat or momentum, it gets sucked out of me. This losing streak I’m on? Unacceptable... “ With that being said, Ashley quickly whips her hand to the side, knocking down small production crates and materials straight to the ground. Ashley looks down with beating eyes, before kicking the crate out of anger, finally snapping. ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Tonight was supposed to be MY night. MINE. Veronica Taylor ruined that for me! I don’t even know HOW she managed to get put inside this match, but regardless, she RUINED IT FOR ME!” As Ashley screams, she breathes heavily as she continues to kick away at the crate, before stepping back and running her hands through her hair again. Her face is a crimson shade, before looks up into the cameras. ASHLEY HAMILTON: “I can do anything on my own. I can do EVERYTHING on my own. Nicole wants to call me this immature child… Veronica wants to carry on with her “good little girl” comments. I’ll let them know one thing... maybe in the past I was like that...but now? I’m done. Someone can only be pushed so far to a breaking point and me? I’m not at a breaking point...I’ve reached a whole other level of passion and fire that unfortunately, isn’t going to be good for some people. Veronica ruined one of the most important matches of my career....and now I’m going to ruin her. That win was supposed to be MINE tonight. Things….things are about to change….being “good” is clearly not the way to be...” Ashley glares at the cameras, before back down at the mess she made on the ground, before walking around it out of the scene. |
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| Riskodamous | Feb 16 2015, 04:03 PM Post #10 |
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The scene fades on the grounds of a private airport where a private black jet is seen waiting to be boarded. A group of men including the likes of Alessio Van Duren, Jack Warren, Cyber Champion Banahan, Cole and newly crowned Lionheart Champion XPJ holding their championship belts begin to head over to the plane. Tony Capone is seen following the group of men while talking on a cell phone. He looks back and gives a nod before boarding the plane with them. Soon after HKW Co-Owner steps into the scene. He looks back with a devilish smirk. Lyle Risky So long Japan... He turns towards the plane and begins to head up the steps as the scene fades to black. Edited by Riskodamous, Feb 16 2015, 04:03 PM.
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