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DEFIANCE XXIX; Resch Center - Green Bay, Wisconsin
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Aurora Master is backstage, in front of her locker room, and she’s smiling to the camera with her Superior Championship on her shoulder.

AURORA MASTER: It seems you didn’t enjoy my present two weeks ago… That’s alright, that’s alright. Aurora Master, of the Master Family, knows how to appreciate feedback and improve with it. So here’s my new present: Me! That’s right, me! You clearly didn’t get your job done as I’m still here, but of course you couldn’t, an inferior like you… But I’m giving you one chance to come here and prove you can hurt me. You know where to find me… Hija de puta!

Aurora smirked at the camera and leaned on the wall.

AURORA MASTER: Well, while I wait, why don’t I talk about my match tonight? Because I’m going to own that thing. I mean, have you seen the inferiors they put me against? On one side we have a Dominican… reminds me of Eva… Not worth my time. She has a finisher called G-spot though. I mean seriously? It’s been a while since we had decency in HKW, you know what I’m saying? Oh, also I’m fighting Nicole, people think it’s fun to be crazy… It’s not, I kinda want to punch her face, have been living with people just like her, it’s not fun, just annoy-

EVA CASTRO: Found you!

The camera shifted to the side to reveal Eva Castro standing at the end of the hall and she seems annoyed. She runs against Aurora but before she gets to her, a fist comes out of the corner and punches Eva Castro, throwing her to the floor unconscious. Aurora smirks as a six feet something blond woman comes out of the corner, she is so ripped that, if it wasn’t for her face, she could be easily confused by a man.

AURORA MASTER: Ladies and Gentleman of HKW, let me present you to my youngest sister, Moonlight Murderboss Master! Six feet two, one hundred and seventy pounds of muscle! This, people, is my new bodyguard. So you better not piss me off when around me. Moonlight! Lets go!

Moonlight is staring at the done she just made, though she seems a bit concerned. When Aurora leaves the scene, she follows her and the scene fades to black to a zoom to the unconscious Eva Castro.

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The scene opens up in the locker room area, where MJ Bell and Nina Stokes are located. MJ is beginning to put on her boots, while Nina sits beside her on the bench already in her gear. Her gear is a bit beat up and tattered from another promotion’s tournament that she competed in earlier in the day.

NINA STOKES: At Divine Supremacy, you witnessed the on screen debut of Infinite Omega. That night we took a stand in the ring and put this company on notice―we are tired of all the bullshit in HKW.

Nina smiles a bit.

NINA STOKES: Tonight though, you get to witness our true coming out party. At the conclusion of the Main Event, whether you hate me or you love me, you all will be calling the first Bloodlust champion.

She confidently nods her head.

NINA STOKES: And, in what I’d like to officially call the Co-Main Event, Ryan and my girl MJ will bring the fight to the Felicity Banks, and Abaddon.

Nina shakes her head, almost disgusted at the name she just uttered.

NINA STOKES: For those for don’t know, “Abaddon” is Joey Miles. The name switches names and “gimmicks” like he changes his underwear. Anything to try and get over her? Honestly though, it doesn’t matter what you call yourself. Individually, I-Omega has already whipped your ass countless times―don’t see how this time will be any different.

She holds up her index finger.

NINA STOKES: And then, there is the Fallen Queen herself. How’d that ground feel when you fell from your throne? I―

Nina pauses for few seconds before smirking and shaking her head.

NINA STOKES: Fel, I could really lay into you...but I’m not. No, instead, I’m going to pass it to MJ.

Without looking up, MJ begins to speak.

MJ BELL: Fallen. A complex phrase when it comes to wrestling, because whether or not Felicity has truly fallen shall be determined tonight. It would be unwise of us to suddenly count her out, to undermine the ''Queen" however, it would also be unwise for her to do the same. Individually, we’ve made our skills known and despite the roaring trend or downplaying them, we continue to prove those people wrong. When we said change was coming we meant that. Clearly the message needs to be simplified: beat us, jump us, attempt to bury, underestimate but be prepared for a greater backlash.

MJ stands from her spot to fully address the audience. She takes a step closer blocking out the view behind her.

MJ BELL: After Divine Supremacy, a hafty misstep was made. Someone who thought our message was too complicated to grasp... He thought we would allow what he did to simply drift away without a punishment. Abaddon, a devil, a fallen, if I recall the name correctly... Appears the opponents share that single thing. They both fell from a great height but in the end their goals are very different. That is where your one weakness lies. Selfish goals drive the two forward, one is looking to rebound from a heavy loss and the other some sort of revenge. How can you truly trust the person standing next to you? With all the stunts Felicity has pulled, I would be weary to fight side by side with her. See, where you are weak, we are strong. I trust the man I am climbing into that ring with. Ryan, Nina and I share a common goal, a mission and trust is present. Abaddon, you will pay for your actions and the price is a loss!

A hand comes out from behind MJ to rest on her shoulder to gently guide her away as Ryan Corey steps forward.

RYAN COREY The time for talking is over―now, it’s time for action. Abaddon, Felicity, Fran be ready; we damn sure will be.

The camera fades as the three members exit the locker room area.

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The scene fades backstage as Defiance General Manager Romeo Price is seen wearing a black pinstripe suit with a gold tie standing in front of the locker room door of the Crowned Royalty Winner Shane Atwater. As the name on the door is seen and Romeo, the crowd instantly pops which is heard backstage that strikes a slight smirk on the face of Price. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. A few moments pass before the door swings open, with Atwater clearly having to bite back his words once he realizes just who was knocking. The annoyance on the erstatz Defiance ex-captain’s face slowly melts away, and he gives a slight nod, sighing.

SHANE ATWATER: Bossman. Sorry about that...Already had to run Damien off once tonight. Not...the best time for questions. What can I do for you?

Romeo nods followed by a light chuckle.

ROMEO PRICE: Yes, I am far too familiar with the annoyance of reporters. I came here to apologize to you….I feel as if I need to apologize to you for convincing you into letting you accept Warren as a teammate seeing that now it was only just a mere ploy by…

He grimaces at the thought.

ROMEO PRICE: ….Bridges...We should have one at Divine Supremacy and I should have seen that coming but I didn’t…

Shane takes a moment, nodding slightly, the grim look still plastered on his face.

SHANE ATWATER: I...appreciate that. I do. And you weren’t the only one who should have seen it coming. I should have...should have been better prepared. Warren never should have gotten on the team...but I never should have given him the opening to fuck me...To fuck US...over.

Shane pauses, running a hand through his hair.

SHANE ATWATER: We should have won...and that falls on me. You made the call, but I should have made it work. Warren...and Risky...notwithstanding. So for that...I apologize.

Romeo shakes his head and holds up his hand slightly.

ROMEO PRICE: No, theres no need for you to apologize. You did everything in your power to secure this brand a victory and yourself a chance to become the HKW World Champion. You don’t need to apologize at all Mr. Atwater…

Romeo tilts his head up a little and looks onto Shane.

ROMEO PRICE: But I will tell you this Mr. Atwater, I will make this right. I guarantee you that.

Shane nods, a smirk finally breaking out on his face.

SHANE ATWATER: I can’t say as I don’t like the sound of that at all. I look forward to it, in fact. And you can rest assured any opportunity I’m given from here on out...I’m making good on it.

Shane moves to go back inside, but pauses, turning back.

SHANE ATWATER: And I’ll promise you this, bossman. I get my hands on Warren...I’m sending him back to Risky in pieces.

Shane heads back inside his locker room as Romeo stands there with a smirk on his face.

ROMEO PRICE: That’s what I want to hear….

Romeo then walks on towards the entrance area as the scene fades.

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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: And, approaching to the ring, from the United Kingdom, she is the most intelligent, most awesome and most incredible athlete in the company, she is The Superior One! AURORA MASTER!!!

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.

“Who's next” By Porcelain Black blasts the sound system prompting the self proclaimed “Mermelada” To step out of the curtains sporting her seductive assamble. 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 struting like she was in a Milan fashion show.

WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Queens, New York, she is the self proclaimed Mermelada of wrestling, the beautiful GIA LEVI.

Once near the steps, she stops and kisses both her sholders and runs up to the ring and then slides under the bottom rope while flipping her hair back.

"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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And from Chicago, IL, She is the "Devils Favorite Reject" Nicole Starr!

As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. The music stops and all three women start to look around at each other.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
GIA LEVI vs. NICOLE STARR vs. AURORA MASTER


DING.DING.DING.

Aurora Master makes haste and jumps towards Gia Levi bringing her down and starts to take her head and bash it on the mat. Nicole Starr looks at this and scratches her head as Aurora Master doesn't stop. Nicole then hits the ropes and runs towards Aurora Master and punts her in the head with her knee. Aurora Master falls back holding her head. Nicole then picks up Gia Levi and makes her hit the ropes. Gia Levi hits, and Nicole front dropkicks Gia sending her hard to the mat. Nicole laughs then goes for the cover, but Gia immediately pushes her off. Nicole shows sportsmanship and claps for a good try. Aurora Master at this point gets up and screams and goes for Nicole. Caught off guard, Nicole is victim to Aurora's crossbody. Aurora then picks up Nicole and snap suplexs her. The crowd all go 'Oh!'. Aurora then goes to keep on kicking Nicole in the ribs repeatedly until Nicole is brushed off to the bottom of the turnbuckles holding her ribs. Aurora laughs.

BRIAN MASON: She's making sure Nicole is out of this match already!

ALEXA CORRA: Well, she kinda needs to if she wants to put her sole focus on the other opponent.

Aurora turns around and walks towards Gia Levi who already comes running and jumps on Aurora. Revenge time! Gia Levi starts banging the living hell out of Aurora's head on the mat. And there's no Nicole to stop her. Eventually the referee has to intervene and push Gia off and yells at her. Gia waves off the ref. Gia Levi then puts a knee up and knees Aurora right in the face. Then does it again. Aurora's forehead begins to bruise a little. Gia Levi then brings Aurora Master up and then warms up her hand. She blows on it, and then goes to slap Aurora across the face with the Power of 10,000 Goddesses.

RANDY THE PILOT: BRUH! HOLY SMACKER ROLY

BRIAN MASON: Oh Wow. I think everyone in Wisconsin heard that. What a slap!

ALEXA CORRA: Oh, she slapped her opponent. Let's praise her....

A huge redmark is now seen printed across Aurora's face. Aurora at this point rolls over holding her face taking the pain. Gia Levi laughs. But the crowd starts to get intense as Gia Levi goes to stand up. Nicole Starr stands behind her like a predator. Gia Levi turns around and Nicole runs towards her, grabs her and performs the HIGHWAY TO HELL! She then goes for the cover!


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DING.DING.DING.

WHISPER VIPERI: Your winner by pinfall. NICOLE STARR!

WINNER via pinfall - Nicole Starr (5:22)

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After the first match of the night had come and gone, cameras cut to the back where Brandon Banks was seen entering the arena dressed in what looked like an Eskimo suit.

BRANDON BANKS: Fuckin’ Green Bay, man. Cold as hell over here.

He pulls the hood down from his head and unzips his jacket as he strolls down the hallway, making his way toward his office. Before he got there, he saw a couple of members of HKW’s backstage personnel talking amongst themselves, stopping right in front of them. He stood there for a few seconds with a blank expression on his face, just staring at the two the backstage workers until they finally turned their heads and looked in his direction.

BACKSTAGE WORKER #1: Mr. Ba---

Banks throws up his right hand, stopping the man in mid speech.

BRANDON BANKS: Didn’t tell you talk yet, did I?

The two men look at one another, confused by Banks’ attitude.

BRANDON BANKS: Didn’t think so. But now I’ma ask y’all a question and I want an answer in five seconds or less, capice?

They nod as Banks pulls his coat off and tosses it over his shoulder.

BRANDON BANKS: Why are you two talking instead of working? I’m pretty sure I don’t pay y’all to talk, right?

They go to answer, but Banks throws his hand up once again.

BRANDON BANKS: Not yet. Soooo, I come back and expect to see my staff working, and instead… Here y’all are talkin’ about 50 Shades of Grey or whatever the hell y’all stupid ass conversation was about...but no working?

He lowers his hand, nodding his head to signal the men to talk.

BACKSTAGE GUY #2: Mr. Banks, we were just getting read---

BRANDON BANKS: SHUT UP. SHUT THE HELL UP! I don’t wanna hear NO bullshit comin’ out of your mouths. I don’t wanna hear no goddamn excuses. I hired both of y’all handjobs for a JOB. Not to talk. FOR A JOB. A J-O-B. Do you know what J-O-B spells?

Banks was clearly intimidating to both of these men as they leaned their backs against the wall, staring at the ground.

BRANDON BANKS: Is this what y’all been doin’ while I was gone? Just sittin’ back here, wastin’ my time and my money? Answer that…

They look at one another and then back at Banks.

BACKSTAGE WORKER #1: No. We---

Banks pulls his jacket from his shoulder and smacks the worker in the face with it.

BRANDON BANKS: You’re fired.

He looks at the other guy and smacks him in the face with his jacket too.

BRANDON BANKS: And you’re fired too. Now get the hell out my arena before I personally throw y’all the fuck out. MOVE.

Banks grabs one by the shirt, flings him down the hall, and does the same to other. He stares them down until they run down the hall and to the exit.

BRANDON BANKS: Morons. Puttin’ me in a bad mood as soon as I walk in the builden’. The hell kinda bullstuff is that.

He shakes his head and continues his steady pace down the hall until he reaches his office door. He pushes it open and to his surprise, he sees none other than Nero Darling sitting in his chair, fiddling with stuff on his desk.

BRANDON BANKS: Nero?

He walks in and pushes the door closed after getting Nero’s attention.

BRANDON BANKS: The heck you doin’ here? You’re not supposed to be in Green Bay. You know how cold it is in this damn state?! It’s like negative cold as balls out there!

NERO DARLING: Herrow dere, Mr. Bwandon.

She gives a little wave but her normally chipper mood is dampened slightly as she gives him a slight smile.

NERO DARLING: I are not supposed to be here?

Her smile turns to a pout as she realizes what he said.

NERO DARLING: Is I firedededed too?

Banks tosses his coat on a free chair near the door and shakes his head with a laugh.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, of course not. Matter fact I probably should’ve had you watch over things for me while I was gone cause shit. Risky got all his stuff goin’ on he can’t be payin’ attention to these dumbasses backstage.

He walks toward his desk and sits in the chair directly in front of it, letting Nero stay in his seat.

BRANDON BANKS: Just surprised to see ya here is all. What are you doing here anyways?

Nero shrugs, the pout staying on her face as she looks down to play with the shredded hem of her jeans, too long for her.

NERO DARLING: I...ono.

Her blonde hair falls over her face, a huge jump from her normally vibrant blue hair.

NERO DARLING: Guess I just didn’t feel like bein’ at home right meow. Everything is kinda bad news bears and stuffers.

Banks looked ready to cry, covering his face so Nero didn’t see him frown.

BRANDON BANKS: Stooooooopppp it yoooo.

He sniffles, uncovering his eyes to see if Nero was still sad faced.

BRANDON BANKS: I’ll do anything if you stop. What do you want? You want money? Cars? Pancakes? Just tell me and I’ll do it! You wanna kick someone’s ass? I’ll go find someone right now and let you go off on them. That usually makes me feel better.

She shrugs again, her bottom lip quivering as she tries to hold back tears.

NERO DARLING: Iono what I want… I just… always wanted to wrassle but now I… iono if I want that anymoars. And Tom is all… mad at me and iono what I did wrong and…

She pulls a thread out of the hem of her jeans.

NERO DARLING: I’m just frustrated I guess… I feel like he gets to go out there and live his dream while I struggle to raise the lima beans by muhself and I have nuh dreams no moars.

BRANDON BANKS: Nero, I done told you a thousand times that I’ll watch them if you wanna wrestle. I could use the practice anyway. I mean, Day’s gonna have the baby soon and it’s been awhile since I was around babies. I could use some brushing up in parenting skills since Nolan’s a strong independent kid who don’t need no dad these days.

He frowns, bothered by the fact that his son was growing up so quick and Nero was seemingly depressed right in front of him.

BRANDON BANKS: What if… What if I give you a match next week? No contract, no obligations, no nothing. Could be a one and done deal, or… It could be more. Maybe you just got a lot of pent up aggression in ya and maybe...you just need an outlet?

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Winterfresh gum, grabbing a slice out of it and sliding the rest of the pack across the desk to Nero.

BRANDON BANKS: You got training and all that, right? I mean you were doin’ real good in KWI so… I dunno. Maybe you just need to get in the ring one more time to see if that’s what you really wanna do. And if it is… then I’ll try and talk to Tom about it. If it’s not? Well…

He shrugs, popping the piece of gum into his mouth.

BRANDON BANKS: At least you’ll get some anger and frustration out, ya know?

Nero snatched out a piece of gum, folding it up and popping it into her mouth as she tilts her head slightly.

NERO DARLING: But… I dun has any anger or aggression or stuffers. And I did okays in KWI for a while… then I just did terrible.

A pout works it’s way onto her face again.

NERO DARLING: I was reaallly close to the championship but then I wasn’t good enoughs.

She pouts a little more before finally looking up at him with a little shrug.

NERO DARLING: I guess I could try one moar times. But das probably gonna just be it.

She looks defeated and sad as she chews her gum and tries to blow a bubble that just keeps popping before she can do it. Banks can’t help but laugh at Nero’s bubble blowing woes.

BRANDON BANKS: Aight then. Next Defiance it’s you and… I don’t know yet, actually. But I’ll let you know before I tell them. Deal?

He sits up from his chair and extends his arms, looking for a fist pound from his sister from another mister.

Nero smiles hopefully and reaches out to fist pound him.

NERO DARLING: Deal.

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The crowd begins to cheer as Selena King is shown at her desk polishing what looks to be the the old HKW World title before it was replaced with Felicity’s custom made Queen of HKW title. Her eyes narrow slightly as she brings the title closer to her face, looking a bit frustrated as she takes the white piece of cloth she is holding and presses it firmly against the center of the title’s plate and rubbing it in a circular motion while her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth.

SELENA KING: I’ll get this smudge out if it’s the last thing I do!

The camera begins to pan away showing a woman wearing a black strapless dress with a red skirt - step forward to Selena’s desk. When the woman leans over to get a better look at what the Chief of Staff was doing, the crowd pops as Onyx’s face is shown, her brow knotted in curiousity.

ONYX PAYNE: You know, if you keep polishing it like that you are bound to bore right through it. Just…

Making a whistling sound, she shoots out a flattened hand to gesture how she will just go right through. Selena looks up, but continues wiping the cloth against the belt; finally giving up and tossing it on the desk.

SELENA KING: I’m done! That thing has been giving me issues since Divine Supremacy!

Selena rolls up the cloth, turns to the garbage can in her office, and shoots the cloth into the garbage can like a basketball, saying “Jordan” under her breath as she banks it in. She throws her arms up in the air after making the shot and sticks her tongue out just like Michael Jordan before looking over in Onyx’s direction.

SELENA KING: You could try and fix it, but I think Ronnie spilled something on there. Don’t worry, though. I’ll have it replaced if you can’t get it off either.

Exhaling deeply as the title is handed to her, Onyx just stares at it with this sad sort of expression on her face before finally grabbing the HKW World title and holding it for the first time. She bounces it in her hand a bit. as she examines it.

ONYX PAYNE: Yeah.

Sighing, she looks up at Selena and holds out her hand to her.

ONYX PAYNE: It was a real pleasure, Selena. And… You didn’t have to go through the trouble... But thank you and... I’m sorry.

Selena narrows a brow, confused by Onyx’s words.

SELENA KING: Sorry? Sorry for what?

ONYX PAYNE: Sometimes, people are forced to do things they don’t want to do but, they have to, because they don’t have a choice.

Putting the title over her shoulder, Onyx looks at it in admiration while taking a deep breath before turning on her heels and leaving Selena King’s office.

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The scene fades back in the arena as Whisper is seen standing in the ring next to Brad Chase ready to announce the first contestant in the upcoming singles bout. The lights immediately dim down to darkness just to provide a backdrop for the following whisper of: Chki-Chki-Chki-Ahh~.

As the beat of the music kicks in, the lights start to flicker and bounce along with the music, acting almost like visual representation of an equalizer. The intro to the track is left to play out fully, mostly for the crowd to join in bringing out the HKW's Resident Party Animal.

Hey-Ay-Ay-Yo!
Hey-Ay-Ay-Yo!
Hey-Ay-Ay-Yo!
Hey-Ay-Ay-Yo!


Cue the ignition of the MackTron(tm) the huge screen flickering to life with the promotional highlight reel that is nothing but shameless self promotion of Virgil Isaiah Pryce in all of his wrestling and performance glory. Shots ripple through, highlighting matches or parties or simply the young gun himself posing in various urban wear.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentlemen! Live from the 7-1-8 and the 3-1-0! Weighing in at 200 lbs of Flava In Ya’ Ear! The Fresh Prince of Mid-Air: V! I! P!

The young man himself swagger steps his way out onto the stage, bopping to the beat of the music and waving his hands around. He takes a few moments to just dance around the stage, before turning and heading down the ramp with nothing but swagger in each step. With each step he takes, the floor lights up, illuminating his path of crowd interaction as he makes his way to the ring. Random girls are selected during his ring approach and pulled out onto the ramp, to dance with and around him as makes his way to the ring.

As he gets to the ring, Virgil hops up onto the apron and turns around to throw his hands up to the crowd. The chosen girls are dispersed back to their seats. Virgil rolls backwards over the ropes and into the ring. His hands go up once again as the hook is belted from the sound system.

While the chorus is going, Virgil is all over the ring. He's on turnbuckles, he's hanging over the ropes, he's got his hands bouncing and trying to keep the crowd into everything as it reaches its culmination.

BRIAN MASON: It feels good to have VIP back in Hard Knox Wrestling, don't it guys?

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, it's always to have jobbers come back. Just like MacRear when he came back.

RANDY THE PILOT: Alexa you just been mean as hell lately. You changed...You've really changed.

ALEXA CORRA: No, I'm exactly the same Alexa when you first met me. You've just gotten soft.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION!”

Alessio van Duren splits the curtain followed by Tony Capone, strutting out from the back with a confident air about him as he surveys the crowd for a brief second before dismissing them with a slight chuckle. He then begins to make his way down to the ring, cracking his knuckles before ensuring that his wrist tape is strapped on tight.

"Never catch me slipping, red cup solo sipping out the whip with yo’ bitches,
Don't give a fuck about opinions, that don't pay the bills,
I'm just keeping it real!"


WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring from Milan, Italy, weighing 229lbs, with Tony Capone.....Alessiooooo vaaaan Duren!!

Van Duren slaps the steel steps twice in quick succession before making his way up them and into the ring all in one swift motions. He stretches in the centre of the ring for a quick moment before reminding the fans of his feelings toward them. Alessio then retreats into his corner as Tony stands at ring side with his arms crossed, waiting for his match to begin.

BRIAN MASON: Ugh...

ALEXA CORRA: What's the matter Mase?

BRIAN MASON: These two punks. Have the nerve to show their faces. I don't trust either of them. Not one bit.

Brad Chase looks at both men seeing that they're ready after Whisper exits the ring. Chase then looks back and calls for the bell.

SINGLES MATCH
ALESSIO van DUREN vs. Virgil Isiah Pryce


DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

VIP waves his arms up and down hyping up the crowd as Alessio smirks shaking his head. The two circle one another in the middle of the ring before meeting up in the middle of the ring. Before VIP could try and test AVD's strength Alessio quickly knees him in the midsection and drops a elbow in the back of his back making the returning HKW Superstar fall to the ground. Alessio laughs and tells VIP to stand back up while the fans boo. Capone claps and nods at ringside. VIP gets up to his feet and shakes his head. As the two lock back up VIP doesn't give AVD a chance to get the upper hand again as he hits a Arm Drag which surprises Alessio. Alessio gets up to his knee and seems a bit annoyed VIP caught him.

BRIAN MASON: VIP looking quite well in this one.

ALEXA CORRA: The match just started Mase, calm down with the bias commentary.

VIP signals for Alessio to come at him and the crowd reacts with a cheer. Alessio charges towards VIP and Virgil hops up and over him. Alessio looks back to VIP only to get caught with a Dropkick. VIP hops back up and drops an elbow on Alessio before locking in a headlock. Alessio quickly begins to get up to his feet despite being in locked in the headlock and hits a back suplex on VIP. The fans boo as Alessio gets back up breathing hard a little. He looks back to Virgil who leans back in the corner a bit angered before he runs over and goes for a Facewash. But he wasn't fast enough for VIP who quickly gets out of the way and bounces off the ropes as AVD turns back around hitting him with a bull dog! The fans cheer for VIP as he gets back up hyping up the crowd some more. He waits for Alessio to get back up and hits a various kicks from his legs up to his midsection. ViP then hits a Pop, Lock and Punch It giving the fans more of a reason to cheer for him.

BRIAN MASON: VIP is definitely on fire in this one! Alessio doesn't stand a chance! Serves him right. Take that Alessio!

RANDY THE PILOT: You sound like a little kid watching Power Rangers, Mase.

Alessio up to his knee shakes his head and looks over to VIP who was hyping up the crowd more and runs over to him Reverse Suplex. The fans quickly boo as Alessio mounts himself over VIP hitting various punches and elbows...Illegal elbows that Brad Chase quickly catches stops Alessio from continuing his over aggressive assault. As the ref was getting into Alessio's face he argues with him. Tony looks over to the ref too busy with Alessio as VIP begins to stir and hangs over the middle rope. Capon reaches under the mat and takes out a kendo stick. The fans begin to boo trying to warn VIP and the ref but too late, Capone whacks VIP straight in the face with the kendo stick! The fans erupt into boos as VIP holds his face in pain and stumbles back.

BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DIDN'T THE REF SEE THAT?! See?! See this is the type of shit we don't need? These goddamn Risky guys are all pieces of shit. What the fuck?!

ALEXA CORRA: The ref is clearly busy doing his job warning Alessio about those illegal elbows, Mase.

RANDY THE PILOT: That boy VIP might be done for bruh he got hit hard as fuck with that kendo stick.

Alessio shoves Chase out of the way and goes to lock in the Kimora Lock before hitting the Graceful Brutality - Kimora Slam. Done on the mat as AVD applies more pressure on the hold VIP has no choice but to tap out! After the bell rings Alessio refuses to let go of the hold and Brad Chase tries his best to get him off of VIP but no use as Tony come sin the ring and shoves Chase out of the way so hard that he goes flying out of the ring. Tony laughs as Alessio lets go of the hold and looks around at the crowd with a smirk on his face. Tony then holds up Alessio's hand as the fans boo.

BRIAN MASON: This is a goddamn disgrace. Is this what we have to endure with these sons of bitches? Huh?!

The two men get out of the ring with smiles on their faces laughing at the booing fans as the scene fades away.

WINNER: ALESSIO van DUREN w/ Tony Capone (9:23)

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“This Calling” by All That Remains plays and the crowd cheers. But, Zakk Lewis walks out onto the stage not in a happy mood. The last time we’ve seen a mood like this. Zakk Lewis, in his casual clothing (a black Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt, blue jeans, and some white tennis shoes). He walks down to the ring, and gets in. He parades around the ring slowly as his music fades. The crowd all look at him and start to chant his name quietly, but Zakk doesn’t seem appeased. He then lifts the microphone to his mouth.

ZAKK LEWIS: So we lost. And in other words, it sucks. And it’s quite funny that we have to start pointing fingers at some people around in this show as to of why we lost to a brand that should’ve been a piece of cake. But I told you all, didn’t I? What did I say awhile back that I believed. I don’t work well with teams. I don’t need a team to prove my point of taking over awhole show. But, this isn’t about me. It’s about Defiance’s dignity, and now it’s all a shame now. We’re nothing anymore. Oh, that’s a bit pessimistic. And I agree with everyone here. It is pessimistic. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Because, in the end, we have to make up for such a nasty loss. But I do point my finger at someone who is responsible for this loss. And the person is quite obvious. Mr. Crowned Royalty himself, Shane Atwater. Because it’s funny that I told this milksop of a character that his place as the leader of Defiance was alittle too much. Becoming the Leader was given responsibility to prove that we are the better brand, but it was all for nothing.

Zakk paces.

ZAKK LEWIS: Shane Atwater will be a one-hit wonder. While he’s proven his bigger than light, he’s lost sight of the fact of whose the real deal around here. And no, I’m not going to just say it’s me. There’s more people here that are the real deal. But the fact that so many people had placed faith in this man, and we watched it crumble. Our team was ready, but the sense of direction was not. This is why I don’t listen to the ‘leaders’. I’m my own follower. That’s why I’m successful. I’m not successful because other people paved the road for me. No, I’m successful because I have my own sense of direction. If Shane Atwater really wanted to show his leadership, he should have communicated better with his team on what we could of done. So, was iGNITE truly the better brand this time? Maybe so. They had a better strategy. Something we didn’t. But then again, we need to start realizing the facts. The fact is that Defiance is due for some change. It’s about time that we got a new face, and that’s change number one. Now, we need better roster. More people to rise for SSWA and then purge all these weakling saps that fill the roster slots on this brand. Yes, do I believe in a Purge? You damn right. It’s time to Purge The Unworthy. We should no longer to be a company that signs everyone, and then just watch them leave in a few weeks.

The crowd get to their feet to clap.

ZAKK LEWIS: We’re in this together. We need to sign people like Sandon Sanks, Kickass Smurf, Alexa Corra. Take over the weaklings and prove that Defiance is the best damn brand of any wrestling company of today! But no, I’m off the topic now. As I stand and pace around, I’ve realized it’s not exactly the point that I wasn’t the leader of Defiance that pissed me off. It’s not the fact that we lost. It isn’t the fact we have a bunch of nobodies in HKW. I’ve realized the fact that there is people like Shane Atwater that plagued the system enough to corrupt the staff’s minds thinking that he’s a main event caliber superstar. Let me tell you something about a main event caliber superstar. Shane, you want to sell out arenas? You want to become the best there ever was one day? You want to become in the Hall of Fame class sometime in life? Then how about you listen to what I have to say. This isn’t Reader’s Digest. This is a seminar for your health. The point of becoming a main event superstar comes with respect. To publicly bash me on twitter when I mention you and throw a fit like a coward is not part of the responsibilities. See you claim that I don’t know exactly what I’m talking about when I speak of you. But, boy do I do. I know exactly what’s about you Shane. You see, you’ve got the light on you now. You’re talked about in the staff meetings. You’ve got a raise. You got a miniscule fan base going. People are talking about you. That’s great! Ladies and Gentleman.. Shane Atwater is the man of the hour! Let’s all talk about him. But the truth is, Shane. You’re just another one hit wonder that’s going to leave HKW in his rearview mirror. I’ve been here since the beginning, so before you start blabbering your mouth towards me in the future. Remember who the hell you’re even speaking towards. I’m one of the brightest stars in this fucking company, and you want to stand around and start blaming me for the reason why we lost? No.

He wipes his mouth.

ZAKK LEWIS: For months upon months I’ve said to everyone that I was going to step up and become the leader, and so far my progress is growing each day. The Main Event was in tyranny, but we’ve crowned a new liege in our midst. We’ve acquired someone who has the potential to take over this company and turn it into a new era. No, there’s potential sure. But this company is far from an Era. You see, this is my year, folks. Japan witnessed the upbringing, and now we are back in the greatest country. You people. You see, you people are witnessing history in the making. Because, this is my time. All I have to do is eliminate every roadblock thats comes in my way, and believe me. It’ll be easy. Starting with…..

Zakk Lewis points to the Knoxtron and a picture of Shane Atwater appears.

ZAKK LEWIS: With him. Being the Crowned Royalty Champion doesn’t mean anything anymore, boy.

Zakk Lewis then drops the microphone, and steps out of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: You know, I’ve got to wonder how much can Zakk really do to prove what he’s been claiming for awhile.

RANDY THE PILOT: Give him time, bruh.

BRIAN MASON: Time is of the essence, they say.

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Slipknot's "[515]" hits the PA System, as the audience bursts into heavy boos. With the menacing screams piercing through the fans' ears, four people appear on the stage. On the outer most left is a red-headed woman, dressed in jeans and a low cut top. On the outer most right is a man wearing a black mask with white curly lines all over it. HKW fans aren't familiar with these two, but they are familiar with the two on the inside. On the inner left side is the artist formerly known as Joey Miles, now going by the name Abaddon. Next to him is the alter ego of former PDW wrestler Danny Diamond, Mirage. The man, sporting a beige mask with two black ovals for eyes and a few tears in it, leads the group towards the ring, a microphone in hand.

BRIAN MASON: I'm not sure what we're about to witness right now, but for those of you who don't know, that masked man in the front of this group is Mirage. We saw him at Divine Supremacy, where he actually branded the back of Joey Miles' neck in some strange initiation for his so-called religion, the Church of Illusionism.

RANDY THE PILOT: His name is Aladdin now, dude.

ALEXA CORRA: Abaddon ...

RANDY THE PILOT: Right, what did I say?

ALEXA CORRA: Ugh.

Mirage and the three members of the Church of Illusionism enter the ring, after walking up the steel steps and going through the ropes. Mirage begins speaking, once the audience and their music dies down.

MIRAGE: A lively bunch, aren't you? Heh. For those who don't know me, my name is Mirage. By my side are Bloody Mary and Nightmare, as well as a man you all think you know. Of course, you're sorely mistaken. Joey Miles - no, Abaddon - came to me in his time of need. You see, he shares my train of thought that there is no such thing as pure and just in this world that we live in. I know it. Abaddon knows it. Mary and Nightmare, they know it. Our goal is to help each and every one of you learn it. I want you all to see something. You three, line up.

As Mirage directs traffic, the three Illusionists line up next to one another.

MIRAGE: Get a camera in here, come on.

With the masked man motioning for a cameraman to enter the ring, one prove man does so. Mirage points to the back of the wrestlers' necks.

MIRAGE: Look at this.

The cameraman gets a good look with the camera at the back of each wrestler's neck, Joey and Mary holding their hair up. On each neck is the same symbol, a circle surrounding an I.

MIRAGE: That. That is what this is all about. The Church of Illusionism. I created it in hopes that we could shed some light on the truth of this world.

The cameraman exits the ring, as Mirage continues talking and the other three raise their heads back up.

MIRAGE: Earth is beyond saving. We're far too fucked up to even dream of becoming a decent place. Human beings are, quite simply, awful. We're evil, conniving, sadistic madmen. That's just who we are. We're animals at heart. Look at the business that we're in; professional wrestling. You all pay your hard earned money and for what? To see men and women beat the everloving fuck out of each other. That's barbaric. We understand that. We accept that. We accept our place in the universe, but do you? No. You pretend to be something you're not. When we bleed, you cheer. When we hurt, you cheer. When we destroy, you cheer. You love witnessing the destruction of great men and women, yet you have the audacity to claim you're above it? That you're better than it? Pathetic. These three stand by my side, embracing the fact that they're malevolent. Psychopathic blood runs through our veins and we love it. We embrace it. We feed off of--

Mirage is cut off mid-sentence as Abaddon whispers something in his ear. He nods and hands the microphone to the former Joey Miles.

ABADDON: This is still pretty new to me. A few months ago, I thought there was some good in the world. I thought things were just going to get better for me. So I waited ... and waited ... and waited. And you know what happened? Nothing. Things just got worse and worse. The more I became the laughingstock of the wrestling world, the more hatred and anger grew inside of me. I used to be a pretty carefree guy, not letting what others thought get to me. But after years of being a joke, it piled on. But you know what? Who gives a fuck? Who are you to tell me I'm no good? Huh? Huh?! Who are you?! You, the people that sit in the crowd and cheer whenever we take damage. You, the people in the back that have less talent than Ryan fucking Hall. You, the management that said I would never amount to shit. Fuck you. Fuck each and every fucking one of you. I spent so long thinking I'm a really good person in a fucked up situation, when the reality is I'm just a fucked up person in a fucked up situation. But that doesn't change my talent. I'm still an amazing wrestler who gets shit on his entire life. I've just come to realize that my inner demons aren't here to haunt me. They're here to help me. You can say what you want about me, what you want about this man right here ...

Abaddon points at Mirage.

ABADDON: But I don't care. Mirage saved me. He showed me that it's okay to be a psychopath. It's all about embracing your inner lunacy. Now that I've embraced mine, I dare anyone to try and stop me. I've fought for everything I've ever wanted and I'll be damned if I let anyone take something away from me again. Test me and you'll be just another victim. In Mirage we trust.

Joey drops the microphone as Mary and Nightmare shout in unison the same phrase Joey just said, "in Mirage we trust." Slipknot's "[515]" hits again, as they all exit the ring.

BRIAN MASON: I don't know what has happened to Joey Miles, but I shudder to think what will come next.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aladdin!

ALEXA CORRA: ... Really?

The scene fades out.
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GENERATION OF MIRACLES vs. KILLUMINAUGHTY


At the beginning of the match both teams got into a heated argument which lead to the two teams to clash. Eventually the ref got the two teams to their corners so actual match could begin. once the match started both teams put on a display of the best tag team matches HKW has seen. The champs and GoM were pretty at neck and neck and neither team could manage to get the upperhand on the other. At the end of the match with Vannessa and Talia going at it at ringside Leander managed to force Ina Ina to tap out to secure the victory of the reigning World Tag Team Champions Killuminaughty.

WINNERS - GENERATION OF MIRACLES (9:11)

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We are presented to Aurora talking to some staff members.

AURORA MASTER: Hey! Have you seen my sister? Big ass girl dressed in green?

The staff members shake their heads.

AURORA MASTER: No? Damn… where the Hell is she?

Aurora keeps walking through the backstage looking around, until she stops and looks surprised to something outside the camera view. When the camera shifts it shows Eva Castro right in front of her, when Eva notices Aurora is all alone she smirks but before she can do anything, Aurora has already turned around and started running. Eva followed her and what follows is a chase around the backstage with Aurora throwing staff people at her, but she always managed to keep a close distance between the both of them. The chase stopped when Aurora tripped on a cable on the floor and felt. Eva grabbed her and punched her on face repeatedly, then pushed her against the wall and hit and elbow on her nose. Before Castro left, she also gave one last kick to the gut of Aurora. Eva left the scene screaming some obscenities in spanish and it seemed as if we were about to cut to something else when a faint scream of happiness was heard that made Aurora open her eyes widely.

DR. CARNIVAL: WEEEEE! LET’S GO MOON MOON! TO THE MOON! Actually don’t, that game is depressing as shit.

Moonlight, the newly appointed bodyguard of Aurora Master, stopped in front of her lying body. Carnival was on top of Moonlight’s shoulders.

MOONLIGHT MASTER: Oh n-no… T-this is bad.

DR. CARNIVAL: You’re right, she IS bad! C’mon! Letsa go! Up up and away!

Moonlight shooked Carnival out of her shoulders,she landed on her feet, and went to check on Aurora.

MOONLIGHT MASTER: A-are you okay?

Aurora grunted in pain.

AURORA MASTER: Do I look okay to you?! ARGH! You brain dead... stuttering idiot!

DR. CARNIVAL: Yes. Let’s move, Moon Moon! She’s totally fine.

AURORA MASTER: What... the Hell are... you even doing... in here?
DR. CARNIVAL: I came to visit my sisters, even if one is being the rudest bitch ever right now.

AURORA MASTER: Moonlight is supposed to be my body gua...argh… guard… Why are… you… distracting her?

DR. CARNIVAL: I hadn’t seen her for, like, a year and a half and now you wanna keep her all for yourself?!

Aurora’s hands got around Carnival’s neck.

DR. CARNIVAL: What? You’re going to kill me? If you were you’d have done it already. Maybe that time we found dad’s gun!

MOONLIGHT MASTER: Y-you killed m-my bird with t-that…

Carnival shrugs and pulls Aurora’s hands out of her neck easily.

DR. CARNIVAL: Well, Moon Moon, if you’re going to stay here and take care of that party pooper, imma go take another look around, maybe I’ll find MJ, Nina or Nicole. See ya!

Carnival hopped away from the camera view.

AURORA MASTER: Inferior one… ARGH! And you! You never let go of my side!

The scene fade to black with Moonlight helping Aurora to get on her feet.

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Scene opens up with Director of Operations, Jesse Lewis, walking through the hallway on his phone.

JESSE LEWIS: No….. I said no, Ellie…. Goddamit…. Whatever. Do what you want.

Jesse Lewis then stops, and has the angriest look on his face as the camera turns around and we see Tony Capone smirking as he makes his way to Jesse Lewis. Jesse Lewis stares him down, and Capone comes up to him.

TONY CAPONE: How’s it going?

Jesse doesn’t say a word, but a clenched fist is seen developed by him.

TONY CAPONE: Tense? I think they make medicine for that.

JESSE LEWIS: ….What do you want.

TONY CAPONE: Nothing. But it’s curious to me. My punishment for being on here. Months ago, I was told by my boss that I wasn’t allowed here. I’m so curious on what it would be. But wait…… I don’t have to be curious anymore… Because the boss is h--

Then at that moment, Jesse Lewis punches the camera, and the screen goes static and snow, and then turns back on barely with the camera on the ground but we can see Jesse Lewis pinning Tony Capone against the wall. Both men are unaware of the camera still on. The cameraman at this point has ran off in fear.

JESSE LEWIS: You think this is a game now, Joe? You fucking betrayed me, you cocksucker. And now you want to play head games with me coming here? You will die, Joe. I promise you that.

Jesse Lewis then lets go of Capone before someone sees. He then walks off with haste. Capone brushes off his suit. Capone then gets on his phone.

TONY CAPONE: Begin.

Capone then hangs up and walks off. The scene fades.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies the following match is set for one fall. Coming to the ring, Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER!

So Wake Up, Sleepy One
It's Time To Save Your World…


The lights dim, and the opening riff of "Dinosaur" roils through the loudspeakers. As the heavy guitars hit, 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 nod. before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He 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 opponent…

“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 sees a Golden Opportunity briefcase hanging above the ring and points at it, smiling. He grabs the top rope and pulls it to get hyped for the match.

BRIAN MASON: This could be one hell of a match, two of the higher profile folks on the Defiance brand, coming off the heels of Divine Supremacy, each looking to put another good foot forward in the aftermath. And Zakk seems keen on that briefcase already.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aw hell, that reminds me of school days… but we had gym after math, Brian!

ALEXA CORRA: That’s funny, you two can go climb ropes for all I care. And why does Lewis care about that briefcase? Does he have important papers to keep in order? That’s about all he’d do with it!

SINGLES MATCH
SHANE ATWATER vs. ZAKK LEWIS


DING DING DING!


Referee Jerry Stevens signals for the bell, and and Lewis bum rushes Atwater, lighting right into him with an eye gouge and poke to gain the quick advantage. He whips Atwater into the ropes and drill shim with a high knee on the rebound that takes Atwater down to the mat. Atwater tries to pop right back up but Lewis grabs the arm and wrenches it, wrings it and trips Atwater back down to the mat. He maneuvers Atwater’s arm down to the mat, holding it firm and pistons his legs high into the air he brings a knee down onto his forearm. Atwater draws the arm away toward him and rolls away writhing on the mat. Now Lewis picks him up again and whips Atwater into the ropes. Lewis hits the far ropes and ropes back for a leg lariat… ducked by Atwater, and Lewis crashes and burns on the mat. Atwater runs to the ropes and grabs them, stopping himself. He shakes out his arm and stalks over to Lewis. Zakk gets up to a knee but Atwater dropkicks him right in the face. Lewis flops back to the mat and rolls under the ropes to the arena floor.

BRIAN MASON: Blistering pace, Lewis grabbed that quick advantage. But all it takes is one mistake and Atwater will make you pay.

RANDY THE PILOT: Heard dude makes you pay the tab at bars too, or that’s a rumor I heard.

ALEXA CORRA: Shouldn’t believe everything you hear there, Einstein.

Jerry Stevens begins counting, and Lewis walks around and slaps the apron… and Atwater runs across and hits a baseball slide dropkick. The force of the kick knocks Lewis all the way into the barrier and he slumps to the floor holding his back. Atwater interrupts Stevens’ count and rolls out, grabbing Zakk and tossing him back inside the ring. He picks up Lewis and nails a side Russian legsweep, rolls through it picking him back up for a single-arm DDT! Atwater looks around the crowd and shakes his head. He hauls up Lewis and drills him in the face with several forearm shivers, before taking him to the mat with a snap suplex. Atwater covers, and Stevens drops down…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater’s that dude, when he gets into machine mode it’s like… everybody watch the clinic going on.

ALEXA CORRA: I’m sure you would know all about going to the clinic.

RANDY THE PILOT: These ho’s aint loyal.

ALEXA CORRA: ….. Agreed.

BRIAN MASON: Are you two about done? Hey look a match is going on!!

Atwater hauls up Lewis again, setting up a suplex… but Lewis wraps a leg around Atwater’s… blocking it. Lewis reverses and nails a delayed vertical suplex on Atwater. He crouches on a knee, motioning for Atwater to get up… and when he does Zakk smacks him square in the face with a roundhouse kick. Now he hauls up Atwater and whips him hard into the buckle, then follows him in and fires off several punches and forearms, beating him down to a seated position with his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Lewis backs off with a smile, then runs at him and his a Bronco buster, bouncing on him a few times for the added embarrassment. Lewis pops back up, walking around the ring, a bit cocky and proud of himself. He looks up again and sees the Golden Opportunity briefcase, with a big smile on his face. He looks around the arena and then points up at the case, grinning from ear to ear. He turns back around… and Atwater tackles him to the mat, nailing him in the faces and shoulders with forearms and uppercuts!

BRIAN MASON: A little cocky and overconfident is Zakk Lewis, and Atwater will have none of it.

ALEXA CORRA: Generally I think a bit of cocky attitude is fine if you can back it up… but this is Zakk Lewis we’re talking about.

RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater about to kill this fool…

Atwater yanks him up and hits Lewis with a German suplex, rolling through he picks him back up and transitions into a stepover toehold facelock, grinding away on it. Lewis is struggling but manages to get to the ropes. Lewis stands and Atwater yanks him to the middle of the ring and hits the Whale & Wasp signature, staying on for the pin…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Atwater remains cool and hops to his feet, drilling Lewis in the head with a knee and chops him in the chest as Lewis rolls up to a seated position. Atwater with a low football style kick to the small of the back and he goes for a Stretch Plum, but Lewis scrambles to the ropes to evade it and he tells Jerry Stevens to back him off. Atwater refuses and he goes back over as Lewis as pulled himself up to a standing position, and Zakk thumbs Atwater in the eye! Lewis moves quickly and hits a German suplex… rolls through for another, and finally another! Atwater staggers to his feet rubbing his eye… and Lewis nails the St. Zakk (jumping reverse bulldog). Lewis with the cover…

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-NO!

KICKOUT!!!

Lewis can’t believe and he pops to his feet again, looking up to the briefcase and looking increasingly agitated. He waits for Atwater to rise… stalking him. He runs over looking to hit St. Zakk again…. but Atwater shoves him off into the ropes. Lewis bounces back and Atwater boots him in the gut and rolls around behind him… hauls him up and drills The Noose (backdrop hold) bridging it for the pin as Lewis struggles…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Lewis rolls his shoulder up but it’s too late, he got caught for the pin!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… SHANE ATWATER!!!!

BRIAN MASON: Well, Atwater didn’t make the dude tap, but he gets the pin with The Noose, in a damn good match!

RANDY THE PILOT: I told you… machine!

ALEXA CORRA: You know what, even machines break down… but Shane got the job done tonight. Oh damn, look!

Lewis has popped back up after the bell and blindsides Atwater as Stevens raises his hand. Atwater and Lewis brawl and have to be separated. Lewis rolls out of the ring, backing up and still looking at the briefcase over the ring with a smirk. Atwater just shakes his head, never once looking up, raising his fist up.

Winner via pinfall - Shane Atwater (13:10)

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The scene backstage as Lee Redford is seen walking around the hallways. He looks around and scratches his head as if he wasn't sure where he was going or looking for. Lee continues to walk down the hall checking every corner and even walking into random locker rooms and getting...Yelled at.

LEE REDFORD: Where the hell can he be? Not that many places he can possibly go.

Lee keeps walking until he catches something from the corner of his eye. He squints his eyes a little and sees a striped shirt.

LEE REDFORD: Fuckin' A...There he goes right there.

Lee runs over and sees fellow referee Jerry Stevens sitting on the steps leading to the parking garage eating a turkey and cheese sandwich as seen watching someone at the bottom of the steps. Lee with a smile on his face walks over to Lee.

LEE REDFORD: JERRY!

Jerry jumps and almost drops his sandwich.

JERRY STEVENS: Jeez! The hell is your problem man! Leave me alone I just wanna eat my lunch man, please. Tell Gary I don't want any problems, I just want to eat my lunch and do my job. Leave me alone, please.

LEE REDFORD: Chill bro, I don't mean any harm. And don't worry, I'm not here because of Gary...Sort of. Mind if I um...Sit down with you?

Jerry shrugs and continues to eat his sandwich. Lee looks over and sees Guy 1 pacing back and forth on his cell phone.

LEE REDFORD: Everything alright with him?

JERRY STEVENS: I don't know. I don't talk to the wrestlers really...They're all kind of rude.

Lee sits down to Jerry a bit confused.

LEE REDFORD: So why are you like, hanging out with him or whatever?

JERRY STEVENS: I'm not..I'm not hanging out with him I'm just waiting to see if anything happens. I sort of like ref him and this other guys random matches. Look what do you want man, I'm busy.

LEE REDFORD: I just wanted to know what's up with you bro. Ever since I got hired back I've never met you. My names Lee by the way.

Lee holds out his hand and smiles.

LEE REDFORD: Nice to meet you Jerry.

Jerry looks down at Lee's hand and shrugs before shaking it.

JERRY STEVENS: Sure, nice meeting you.

LEE REDFORD: Cool cool. So...Jerry tell me something bro. Why don't you ever come chill with the rest of the refs in the lounge?

JERRY STEVENS: Because Gary's a fucking prick! He's a goddamn bully...I'm tired of his shit. I already got in trouble once because of his bullshit. I'm just gonna keep my nose out of whatever the hell he has going on and do my job.

Lee seems in intrigued and raises and eyebrow.

LEE REDFORD: What do you mean? What he has going on?

JERRY STEVENS: You kidding me? Have you seen him and his crew? Their crooked as hell man. And the moment I try and do something about it, I get fucking suspended for his shit. Never again man. Nope. Never again.

Lee looks down to Guy 1 and rubs his chin.

LEE REDFORD: Hmm...Interesting. Very interesting.

He then nods and stands back up.

LEE REDFORD: Hey it was nice meeting you Jerry. See you around sometime yeah?

Jerry nods and continues eating his lunch as Lee walks away.

LEE REDFORD: Can't wait to tell Mr. Price this!

The scene fades away.

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Damien Marks stands in front of a HKW banner backdrop with a microphone in hand.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight nigga...tryna snatch these thick ass Killuminaughty bitches up real quick.

The cameraman follows Damien down the hallway to the HKW Tag Team champions who are standing over by catering. Damien holds his hand out as if he’s about to grab Ina Ina’s ass but she turns around and he stands up straight, playing it off.

DAMIEN MARKS: Goddamn...well if it ain’t two of HKW’s fine and thick. Realla Real gotta few questions for ya’ll if ya don’t mind.

Ina Ina turns to Damien smiling, hoisting her belt upright on her shoulder. She looks over to Talia.

INA INA: Should we give this loser our time?

Talia takes one last look at the catering table before looking at Ina Ina sideways, then a quick look at Damien with a smirk. She takes a bite of strawberry that she picked up, nodding.

TALIA VALEN: Our time is valuable...but…. we can spare a moment, yes?

Damien nods.

DAMIEN MARKS: Aight aight...shiitt don’t look like ya’ll got much competition right now. You think niggas scared?

Ina starts laughing at Damien, cutting him off before he could keep going. She starts talking in a sarcastic tone.

INA INA: Scared? Are we really scary…?

She points to her boobs before slowly running her hands down her hips.

INA INA: Nope. I don’t think anyone’s scared...I just think they aren’t bothering because they know. They know what Killuminaughty means in this company and this business. It means superiority.

Talia finishes her strawberry and looks at Ina’s hands on her hips for a second, before clearing her throat.

TALIA VALEN: I’m almost at the point where I’m going to give some credit to the pea-brained idiots running around here. They have a few brain cells enough to know that the belts are in their rightful place and it will take a hell of a lot to separate the gold from our shapely hips.

She places a hand on Ina Ina’s shoulder, leaning her chin on her hand.

TALIA VALEN: It’s just a really helpless feeling for everyone else, we’re just better. They can step forward and get cut off at the knee, then move to the back of the line for the next victim. It makes no difference to us, Mr. Marks.

Damien snickers a bit. Just as he’s about to ask the next question he’s grabbed by the back of the neck by the leader of Anglo Saxon Heritage.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: I GOT IT FROM HERE NEGRO!

Billy Joe thrusts Damien into a table full of production equipment, taking the microphone that fell on the ground and smiling at the camera.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: WAHOOO OL’ BILLY JOE HERE GIVIN’ YA AN EXCLUSIVE INTA’VIEW WIT THE PHONY TAG TEAM CHAMPS KILLUMATI!

Ina looks as if she’s about to rip Billy Joe’s head off but Talia restrains her.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Now now...don’ get all rowdy on me! I gotta cueshun mah’self. WHAT IN THE HELL MAKES YA’LL WHORES WORTHY OF CARRYING OUR GODDAMN BELTS!?

Before Ina Ina and Talia can react, Two men bumrush them with potato sacks covering their heads. The smaller one elbows Talia in the face and throws into the wall on the opposite side if the hallway. The men take their potato sacks off revealing themselves to be Brick and Baron McCleary. Billy Joe, with the microphone in hand looks in front of the camera.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: THIS GON’ GET UGLY FOLKS! TAKE THE CHIL’REN IN THE ROOM NOW!

Brick puts the boots to Talia as Baron rams Ina into the main catering table. Brick leaves Talia as the duo double teams Ina Ina, laying into her with the Boot Party mudhole stomps.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: HOPE YA’LL AIN’ THINK WE WAS DONE WITCHA! DAMN SHAME OL’ FELLY AIN’ HERE CUZ OL’ BILLY JOE FEELIN’ LEFT OUT AIN’ GOT NO BITCH TO DRAG OUT HERE! WHERE YA AT OL’ FELLY!?!? BILLY JOE WANTCHA!

Billy Joe turns around to Baron setting Ina Ina up in a powerbomb position, walking her over to a table in the dining area.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Uh-uh...CMON FELLY THEY NEED YA!

Brick takes a chair, using it to climb on top of one of the vending machines. The boys all let out a “WAHOOOO” before hitting the Gainesville Geterdone on one half of the champs, through the table. Ina’s lifeless body is rolled over as Baron sticks his foot in her mouth for humiliation.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Guess Felly don’ love ya’ll. Don’ blame her.

At this point Talia gets up and chases the trio away to check on Ina. Officials Hank Berman and Brad Chase as well as HKW doctors rush to the scene as we fade.

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The screen shows footage of Fran talking on the microphone before; the screen then shows Nina hammering in rights and lefts shortly after Fran cost her a spot in the Crown Royalty tournament.

NINA STOKES: This week on Defiance―Fran puts her life on the line against me. I’m not like you darling, I don’t need 47 promos to try and get myself over. I’m going to keep this short and sweet.

Cut to an image of Colton Sterling and Nina laying on the mat after two vicious ladder shots from Fran during the Nagoya show.

NINA STOKES: Ever since you “turned a new leaf” and aligned yourself with the Devil, you’ve been a thorn in my side. You’ve robbed me of the shine and glory in the ring that I’ve rightfully deserved. You’ve robbed me of money and future earnings―you robbed me of the No Limits Championship.

The camera slowly swivels around two glass tables erected side by side.

NINA STOKES: Well, it just so happens HKW has given me on last measure of retribution―this glass table match for the Bloodlust Championship. And I’m sure many people, including yourself Fran, are wondering just why the hell I’m in this match. And while on paper it may seem like the advance would go to you, that’s just not the case. You see Fran, you’ve poked and prodded me; but most importantly, you've pissed me off. You’ve enraged me to the point where I where I just don’t want pin or make you tap out―I want to see you bleed. I want to end you!

Cut to footage in Koto of Fran accidentally tossing green paint onto Alexa Corra and Randy The Pilot; as Fran turns around, she gets blasted with a thunderous rolling elbow. Nina blows a kiss over Fran’s collapsed body.

NINA STOKES: This little two-step that you and I have been doing, it ends with this match. I don’t give two-shits about how title belts you’ve been handed or weaseled your way into, one fact still remains: I’m better than you. I’m a better person than you, I’m a better wrestler than you, and I’m going to be a better champion than you.

There’s a still shot imagine of Nina signing autographs and interesting with the fans after the Koto event.

NINA STOKES: I know I was, “fixated,” on winning the No Limits Champion. I mean, how could I not have been? At the time it was the path that I was on. But you know what Fran, it’s only fitting that I’m facing you in the main event for the Bloodlust title. This little “feud” of ours, well, it’s far more than just business. Let’s not kid ourselves―this shit was always going to end with one of broken and bloody. So, why not let it be for one of the grandest prizes in this sport.

Cut to Divine Supremacy footage of Fran struggling and gasping while Nina wrenches back with the Hangman’s Clutch. Fran repeatedly taps the mat and the camera pans to the usual reserved Japanese crowd, who is standing on its feet.

NINA STOKES: Time is quickly approaching; and soon, I’ll be able to definitively call myself a champion. The Bloodlust title is just so, fresh. Or, should I say, “untainted.”

Nina appears on the screen with her eyes closed. She lifts her head up just a little bit and opens her eyes.

NINA STOKES: HKW needs a better breed of champion; HKW deserves a better breed of champion. And at Defiance, it’s going to get one.

The screen fades out.

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

"Laaaa, laaa, laa la, wait till I get my money right. Ohhhh!" After the opening of "Can't Tell Me Nothing" ends, Bayani Arroyo comes out from behind the curtain. He looks around at the fans, momentarily, before strutting to the ring and not paying any attention to the ones who jeer him. He jumps up onto the ring apron and then slingshots himself over the top rope and into the ring. He bounces up and down in the ring, taking a neutral corner and waiting for the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Palayan, Nueva Ecija in the Philippines; weighing in at 172 pounds... He is the "Filipino Superman"... Bayani Arroyo!

BRIAN MASON: Bayani Arroyo, in his debut, won our Divine Supremacy battle royal.

ALEXA CORRA: The only co-brand thing we did that was won by someone from the Defiance brand.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but now he got a chance to keep that winning streak going.

“A Cut Above” by Avery Watts surrounds the arena as Heath Harper walks out with a confident swagger about him. Although the crowd are booing and throwing abuse at him, he still keeps his confident swagger about him as he makes his way down the ramp. All he was focused on right now was the ring as once he gets there he stops and holds his arms out wide. Heath is showered with yet more and more abuse and boos, as he stays focused on the ring with a smirk upon his face. Then without warning, he leaps up onto the outside of the ring and then leaps into the ring over the top rope. Harper makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle and lays on the top of it twirling his mustache as his music fades out.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, from New York, New York; weighing in at 125 pounds, he is HEATH HARPER!

BRIAN MASON: Heath Harper was victorious at Divine Supremacy as he won a brutal first blood match against Johnny Raike.

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, and now he gets to wrestle in a tornado tag where he can bust two more people up.

RANDY THE PILOT: ....Have y’all never noticed this dude weighs 125 and stands at 5’5? This motherfucker a midget!

Before anyone can correct Randy on what he just said, the lights go off and the guitar starts sounding. As it does the lights start to blink until the sound of the percussion accompanies the guitar, at that point the lights go stable on a point on the stage and when the lyrics start out comes Eddie Vega wearing a white jacket and a rose on the pocket of it. He looks at the crowd with a wide smile on his face and with the chorus he starts walking down with a slow and methodical pace, he high fives some of the fans on the sides of the ramp as he walks down, he then moves to the left side and hands the rose to a female fan while kissing her hand and then sprints to the steel steps, he walks to the side of the apron and holds to the top rope while he gives another look to the fans and another wide smile as he enters the ring and extends both of his arms walking towards the other side of the ring. Eddie then takes the jacket off and hands it to the referee.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from Buenos Aires, Argentina; weighing in at 220 pounds, he is EDDIE VEGA!

BRIAN MASON: Eddie Vega came very close in winning that battle royal as well.

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, but he lost. Like a loser.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, if it wasn’t for AvD, he would have likely won.

"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 stone-faced 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: And his partner, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 207 pounds, he is the current HKW No Limits champion.....COLTON STERLING!

Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns on his heel before hopping on the apron. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet. He begins punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts.

BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling was successful as well at Divine Supremacy.

ALEXA CORRA: Ugh, don’t remind me.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, Colton showed hella heart during that match.

TAG TEAM MATCH
BAYANI ARROYO and HEATH HARPER vs. COLTON STERLING and EDDIE VEGA


DING DING DING!


As soon as the bell rings, Heath and Bayani practically bullrush their two opponents, only for it to backfire them. Heath attempts to go after Colton, who instead catches him with a lariat that sends the small man to the mat before he quickly rolls out of the ring, while Bayani got caught with a European uppercut from Eddie, knocking him down onto the mat. Realizing they had the numbers game, both Colton and Eddie grab Bayani by the head and get him up to both feet. They irish whip him towards the ropes and he bounces off of them before Colt and Eddie caught him with a double team dropkick that sends him to the mat before he rolls out of the ring as well.

Eddie and Colt look at one another for a second before they nod their heads and each head in different directions. Colton is the first to exit the ring and he grabs Bayani by the head before he gets him up to both feet. He pushes Bayani up against the apron before he catches him with multiple chops to the chest before he rolls him back into the ring. On the other side, Eddie exits the ring and grabs Heath by the head before tossing him into the steels steps, then pulls him up to both feet before he pulls him, lifts him up, then plants him on his back onto the ground outside with a belly-to-belly suplex! In the ring, Colton waits for Bayani to get to his feet before he charges forward and catches him with a running front dropkick that floors Bayani! Colton then goes for the cover, looking to pick up the quick win!

BRIAN MASON: Eddie and Colton are on a roll right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: You see that running front dropkick though. Shiiiiiiiiit.

ALEXA CORRA: How is he even this lucky in the ring?!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Bayani shoots his shoulder up before the two count and Colton claps his hands together after the kickout before he gets to his feet. He grabs Bayani by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before he irish whips him towards the corner. Bayani hits the corner hard, but leans up against the corner, allowing Colton to charge forward and catch him with double knees to the chest before he backs off, forcing him to drop to all fours. Colton then waits for him to get to a knee before he rushes forward and catches him in the head with a running knee lift!

On the outside, Eddie just stomps away at Heath before Colton gets to his feet and calls Eddie inside of the ring. Eddie nods and stomps Heath in the face before he slides back into the ring and walks over to where Colton and Bayani are before the two grab Bayani by the head and get him up to both feet. They then hook Bayani’s head before they lift him up and plant him with a double team suplex! Eddie then goes for the cover, hooking both of Bayani’s legs as the Green Bay audience applauds.

BRIAN MASON: A beautiful double team suplex by Sterling and Vega!

ALEXA CORRA: What the fuck are Heath and Bayani doing? Get your asses in this thing, god dammit.

RANDY THE PILOT: They’re keeping Bayani grounded, so you already know that’s a smart move.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Bayani manages to shoot his shoulder up once more and Eddie shakes his head before he mounts himself on top of Bayani and begins throwing lefts and rights, letting out some of his frustration on the Philippines native. Colton just watches Eddie do work before he realizes that Heath Harper's probably gonna get up soon. So he walks over towards the side where Heath is and exits out onto the apron before Heath comes out of nowhere and sweeps Colton's legs with his arm, forcing Colton's back and head to hit the apron hard before he falls off onto the ground outside. Heath then grabs him by the head before he gets him up to both feet, then tosses him right into the barricade to boos from the audience.

Harper then enters the ring and drives his boot into the back of Vega's head, forcing him to stop his assault on Arroyo as he rolls off of him. Harper then stomps Vega multiple times before he lands an elbow drop on Vega, getting some booing from the audience. Harper then quickly gets to his feet and turns Vega over before he grabs his right arm, then locks him into a crossface submission to a negative reaction from the audience! Vega yells out in pain as we see Arroyo getting to his feet a few seconds later...before he charges forward and boots Vega right in the head with his left boot, seemingly knocking the young man out. Harper gets to his feet after that happens, releasing his old, before Arroyo goes for the cover as his partner watches on in surprise.

BRIAN MASON: I don't think those two are really on the same page....

ALEXA CORRA: Stop lying, Mase.

RANDY THE PILOT: You see that look Heath giving him? DAAAAAAAMN.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Bayani quickly gets to his feet and grabs Eddie by the head before he gets him up to both feet as well. Bayani then irish whips Eddie towards the ropes and Eddie bounces off of them before he stumbles forward, allowing Bayani to catch him with an enzuigiri that knocks Eddie to the mat. But before Bayani can go for the cover, Colton catches Bayani from behind with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes! Colton then gets to his feet and is quickly caught with a dropkick from Heath Harper, who then gets to his feet, and bows to the audience.

After he’s done showboating, Heath turns and grabs Colton by the head before he slowly gets the larger man up to both feet. Heath then irish whips Colton towards the ropes, but Colton reverses it and sends Heath to the ropes instead. Heath bounces off of them before running into a shoulder block from Colton. Heath quickly gets to his feet after the move and Colton catches him with a bionic elbow to the head, stunning Heath and getting him to a knee. Eddie then rushes in from out of nowhere and hooks Heath’s head before he plants his head into the mat with a DDT! Eddie then turns him over and goes for the cover as Colton watches on, impressed.

BRIAN MASON: What a DDT by Eddie Vega!

ALEXA CORRA: If I’m Colton Sterling, I’m going to get tired of Eddie taking all my hard work and trying to use it to help himself out.

RANDY THE PILOT: Alexa....go back to your jinxes and shit.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eddie grabs Heath by the head and drills him with a headbutt, knocking him back down onto the mat, before he looks over at Colton and motions for the top rope. Colton shrugs his shoulders before he heads off to the corner and slowly helps himself on to the top rope. Unfortunately for Colton, Bayani races in to shove him off of the corner and land on the mat hard! Eddie then rushes towards Bayani, but is caught with a pele kick that sends him stumbling backwards! Bayani then climbs to the top rope and leaps off, catching Eddie with a diving crossbody.

After Arroyo gets to his feet, Vega rolls away from him and out of the ring, leaving the hurting Sterling in the ring. Arroyo quickly walks over to Sterling, who is on all fours, and punts him in the rib cage, forcing him to roll on his back and writhe around in pain. He then grabs Colton by the head and gets him up to both feet before he irish whips him towards the corner. Colt leans in on the corner and Bayani rushes in, catching Colton with double knees to the chest before pulling him out of the corner and leaping up, wrapping his legs around Colton’s head and sending him flying with a hurricanrana! Bayani then quickly races over to Colton and goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: And now Bayani is preying on a hurting Colton Sterling.

ALEXA CORRA: You see how his skull bounced off of the mat after he crashed and burned? Fantastic.

RANDY THE PILOT: You crazier than Rick James on smack.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Colton shoots his shoulder up and Bayani gets to his feet before he sees Heath getting to his. He then motions for the two of them to do something and Heath nods in agreement before the two grab Colton by the head and get him up to both feet. Then, using their combined strength, the two lift Colton up and get him on the top rope. Bayani then slaps himself on the chest and Heath gladly backs off before Bayani races forward and up the turnbuckles, then catches Colton on the side of the head with an enzuigiri, sending Colton falling to the mat and Bayani onto the apron! Bayani then climbs up the turnbuckles and looks ready to go for a moonsault, only for Eddie Vega to come in and sweep one of Bayani’s legs, forcing his groin to hit the top turnbuckle!

Heath then attempts to race in on Eddie Vega, but he pulls down onto the ropes nearby and Heath goes over the ropes and out of the ring. Colton then quickly gets to his feet, shaking his head, before he rushes forward up the turnbuckles, hooks the waist of Bayani, and lifts him before they both come crashing down as Colton hits a German suplex! But that doesn’t stop Colton as he quickly springs to his feet and sees Heath getting to his on the outside, forcing him to rush forward and sail through the ropes and out of the ring, crashing into Heath with a suicide dive, getting a hure round of applause from the audience!

BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling on another roll!

ALEXA CORRA: Somebody end him already!

RANDY THE PILOT: Why don’t you go ahead and do it, Alexa?!

ALEXA CORRA: Eh, he’s not worth my time.

In the ring, Eddie motions for Bayani to get to his feet, which the young man does, before he rushes forward and drills him right in the face with Creation of Desperation, flooring Bayani and allowing Eddie to go for the cover as he hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Eddie Vega almost had him there after that busaiku knee kick!

Eddie slaps the mat in frustration before he gets to his feet and motions for one of the corners, getting a round of cheers from the Green Bay audience! Eddie then quickly rushes over to the corner, hopes over the ropes and onto the apron, then quickly climbs the turnbuckles before he’s at the top. Eddie then nods his head as he looks out at the audience before he turns his attention to Bayani down on the mat. Eddie then leaps off and goes for his patent five star frog splash, Five Point Splash...only for Bayani to get his knees up at the last second, forcing Eddie to bounce off of them and writhe around the mat in pain.

While Colton and Heath have now begun trading shot on the outside, Bayani quickly springs to his feet and waits for Eddie to get to his before he catches him with a spinning heel kick that floors him! Bayani then races towards the corner and heads up the turnbuckles before quickly leaping off and landing his frog splash maneuver, then hooking both legs for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Flight 3132 connects! Eddie may be out of it!

ALEXA CORRA: He certainly is, Mase!

RANDY THE PILOT: Colt don’t even realize that shit!

ONE!

Colton catches Heath with a high knee, then another bionic elbow that knocks him down.

TWO!

Colton turns and sees the count being made before he rushes into the ring...



....but is too late!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Bayani releases Eddie’s legs and quickly slithers out of the ring while Colton stays only a foot away from Eddie, on his knees and hands over his head.

WHISPER VIPERI: The winners of this match....HEATH HARPER AND BAYANI ARROYO!

Colton then crawls over towards Eddie and begins to check on him while Bayani slowly backpedals up the ramp, a smug smirk on his face and his arm raised in victory. As Colton checks on Eddie, Heath enters the ring and catches Colton on the side of the head with a cheap shot dropkick before he races out of the ring as well.

BRIAN MASON: Oh, what a cheap shot!

ALEXA CORRA: Ha! That was funny!

RANDY THE PILOT: He don’t like that.

Colton quickly gets to his feet after the cheap shot and holds the side of his head in pain as he stares daggers at Heath Harper, who twirls his mustache and smiles as he backpedals up the ramp and the scene slowly cuts out.

WINNERS: Bayani Arroyo & Heath Harper (17:51)
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Neon comes out to her theme which is instantly recognized by the HKW audience who erupt into a chorus of boos. Out she comes, making her return to the company after a long hiatus, straight faced, wearing a casual combination of jeans and a leather jacket. With microphone in hand and an unusual can of something in another. Her music cuts and she sluggishly sits at the top of the ramp as the boos continue to flood in reception to her re-appearance.

She raises the microphone to her mouth, raising her other hand to usher silence but it is receipted with an increase in her boos and she rolls her eyes before shrugging them off smugly.

NEON: You can come out and you can tell everyone that you’re going to dominate but they’ll tell you to Dream On and that dreaming is all you can do but you remain defiant because you’re a real treasure of defiance and you always have been. They’ll tell you to be real but you’re really the realest that real can be and you can accept reality and take it in your stride. You can face reality that maybe you’re not the best right now but you can be. So you fight. You fight to better yourself because that shows how tough you really are. You hone your craft and you improve and you know you’re ready and when you’re ready, you return to the ocean of HKW and swim. . .

She lowers the microphone to her lap as the crowd’s reaction is strangely silent due to the different nature that Neon is displaying. She looks around the audience before continuing.

NEON: . . . but the ocean is corrupt and the people that swim with you will have no trouble taking you out unless you take them out first and they’ll steal all the opportunities you were meant to receive because if you wait for things to come to you, they never do. You can’t afford to be lazy. You can only afford to work. If you can’t float, you’ll sink. If you can’t swim, you’ll drown.

The silence continues whilst she places the strange can to her side.

NEON: HKW is accustomed to being a land of freaks and if freak is what you want then freak is what you get but I’m a new kind of freak because you know that when you hurt someone and you feel nothing, then there is a special kind of wrong about you.

She pierces her eyes towards the audience who remain intent in listening to her. Her mouth doesn’t quiver and she remains with the same calm and straight faced composure that se began with.

NEON: To those that always told me to Dream On, I’ll reciprocate by telling you that the real world hurts and there is nothing more real than me right now and there’s nothing more real than the changes that are heading in HKW’s direction.

She begins to get to her feet, this time pacing back and forward on the stage.

NEON: At Dream On, the new freaks like me will come out to play and we always win because these new freaks know what real struggle is; no one understands them but no one needs to either but if you can fight, you can win. I can fight. I’ve always know how to and now, I can fight even better.

The last sentence provokes the desired reaction from the audience and they begin to boo again along with a mixture of shouts predominantly from the female members of the HKW audience. This makes her face transform into a forced half smile. She places one hand on her hip and stops pacing instead remaining central on the stage, shiftlessly placing the microphone back up to her mouth again.

NEON: I know I’ve left and left and now people might have forgotten about me but now I’ve been gone for so long, I feel like I’m new again. it’s always the newcomers that are the most ambitious and now that I can think before I act, I’m more likely to act with discretion and if you act blindly towards me, you’re more likely to suffer from my rashness.

Her voice crescendos in order to display how impassioned the speech has become.

NEON: So, if anyone wants to test their strength to no limits; if a parenthesis wants to help bring something cyber back to its true owner; if someone really has a lion heart to compete against me and bring me closer to all things global or world appropriate then please, come. I’ll probably take pleasure in hurting you.

She throws the microphone down the ramp and it lands with a static thud before it echoes into silence. She grinds her teeth together before looking at the fans with a cold and dismissive gaze. She returns to her previous resting place, bends down and picks up the mysterious can that she left on the floor. She shakes it and it rattles violently before asking over to the titantron and beginning to spray in red paint a large ‘E’.

She continues quickly following the ‘E’ with the letters; ‘X’, ‘C’, ‘R’, ‘U’, ‘C’, ‘I’, ‘O’, finally spelling a word that reads EXCRUCIO along the titantron. She turns around spreading her arms to her side to soak in the boos that emerge following her actions and she laughs a familiar laugh before dropping the can and indifferently walking back to the backstage area, satisfied that her return was known.

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As the scene fades back into the arena fans seen holding up their fan signs and waving to the camera. The cameras then begin to pan around the arena until it stops at the commentary table.

RANDY THE PILOT: Where this ninja at with my goddamn franks?! It don't take this long for the damn hot dogs bruh. Somebody finna get fired tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh will you shut up?!

RANDY THE PILOT: NO! This wait time is ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as the wait time for them damn Gia nudes is!

BRIAN MASON: Mhmm.

Alexa and Randy look over to Mason surprised.

ALEXA CORRA: Wait, what was that Mase?

Before Mason could reply "Hero" by. Skillet hits the PA System as the fans erupt into cheers. As the lights begin to flash silver and white, Defiance General Manager Romeo Price steps out on the stage. He looks around the arena with a smirk on his face before heading down the ramp. While making his way down the ramp he looks around the crowd who cheer for him.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Los Angeles, CA….Defiance General Manager…...RROOMMMEEEOOOO PPRRRIICCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Romeo then heads to the steel steps and before making his way up he takes one last look around the arena. He then heads up the stairs and enters the ring. As Romeo enters the ring Whisper hands him a microphone while his theme song fades away. Romeo stands there in the middle of the ring emotionless as he looks around to the crowd.

ROMEO PRICE: I know there were several events that happened at Divine Supremacy that either made all of us proud of certain superstars such as Colton Sterling retaining his No Limits Championship....

The fans cheer and begin to chant Colton's name. Romeo nods and continues...

ROMEO PRICE: Defiance winning the Mini Royal Rumble...

Another pop from the crowd.

ROMEO PRICE: And the triumphant victory of our newly crowned HKW World Champion and wife of my good friend Mr. Perello......Onyx Payne!

A huge pop from the crowd brings a small smile to face of Romeo Price.

ROMEO PRICE: But, there we also SEVERAL events that left a......Bitter taste in our mouths...

Romeo snickers at the thought and shakes his head.

ROMEO PRICE: And they were all because of one man. One despicable pound of flesh that pollutes this earth.

The crowd begins to boo a bit.

ROMEO PRICE: And that man just happens to be the co-owner of Hard Knox Wrestling.......Lyle Risky...

Romeo shakes his head as the crowd erupts into boos after hearing the name of Risky.

ROMEO PRICE: Lyle....I know you're listening and I know you're too much of a spineless little bitch to come out here your damn self to speak for your wrongs so don't bother sending out your little band of bandits to fight your battles and listen up!

The fans cheer.

ROMEO PRICE: Ever since I have signed on to be the General Manager of Defiance, I've had to clean up your fucking mess. I've had right the wrongs that the former general managers of this show could not manage to do in the past. And even with all I have done since my arrival I still have to endure the stench of your presence! I will NOT stand here and let you think all of your actions at Divine Supremacy go unanswered. You think because you are the owner of this company nothing can happen to you? I dare you Bridges, you keep testing those waters all you like and I promise you I will wrap my hands around your neck and watch every breath of life leave your body!

Romeo rubs his cheeks and shakes his head.

ROMEO PRICE: Just when I thought you couldn't dig yourself deeper into a pile of horse shit...

He shakes his head and chuckles.

ROMEO PRICE: You surprise me and dig yourself even deeper inside. You are the owner of this company and you have done nothing but try and tear it down. How Banks puts up with you is beyond me but Bridges, I will not stand for it any longer...

Romeo straightens up his suit and nods to himself.

ROMEO PRICE: And the first thing I am going to do to right the wrong you have done this man and his entire team after implanting Jack Warren....Hmph.....After ruining Team Defiance's chance to winning the Brand vs. Brand match...

He shakes his head at the thought.

ROMEO PRICE: As some of you may know, there will be a certain Golden Opportunity Match that will give it's victor thee Golden Opportunity to become the HKW World Champion....Before I told Shane Atwater that I would personally grant him the number one contendership to the World Championship if he and Team Defiance beat Team iGNiTE but Shane was robbed of that opportunity. And well....Shane I am granting you this opportunity to go and win the Golden Opportunity for the HKW World Championship....

The fans erupt into cheers after hearing the news. Romeo nods and looks to the camera.

ROMEO PRICE: And Risky....Just know that you are a rodent here in Hard Knox Wrestling despite you being the Co-Owner. It means nothing to me, trust me....It means absolutely nothing to me. You are a rodent in this company and I will exterminate you if provoked...You've been warned...

Romeo drops this microphone and "Hero" by. Skillet hits yet again as Romeo exits the ring. As Romeo heads up the ramp the scene fades.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall

“I Want It All” by Down With Webster begins to blare throughout the arena as Jack Warren steps out from behind the curtain, the audience beginning to rain down on him with boos. Jack Warren stands at the top of the stage, a smile on his face at the reaction he’s getting. He then slowly makes his way down the ramp by himself, cockily strutting all the way down to ringside.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, he is JACK WARREN!

BRIAN MASON: Well, this is surprising. Jack Warren is coming down to the ring by himself? And surprisingly enough, the match has been changed to just a singles match. Think Lyle had anything to do with it?

ALEXA CORRA: Maybe. As for why Jack is out here by himself, he doesn't need outside help to beat XAD’s overrated ass.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, Jack Warren bought me a steak while we were in Japan. We cool with one another for now.

Once ringside, Jack hops onto the apron before he quickly enters the ring. He then calls for the music to be cut before he walks over to Whisper and asks for the microphone, which she hands to him. As soon as the music cuts, Jack turns to the audience with a huge grin on his face.

JACK WARREN: First things first, you’re welcome Team iGNiTE.

The audience boos as Warren just keeps a grin on his face.

JACK WARREN: If it wasn’t for me, your bitch ass, trash team would have lost and you guys would still be called the B Show. I’ll accept the honor of you guys creating the Jack Warren episode of iGNiTE where you just show highlights of my matches since I’m better than all the wrestlers on that roster.

#KanyeShrug

JACK WARREN: But enough about the brand run by that incompetent idiot. Time to talk about this brand. More specifically, the “screwjob” I was involved in. You guys call it a screwjob, while I call it sweet, sweet revenge. I mean, if you really think about it, Shane Atwater got just what he deserved when I kicked him right where the sun don’t shine and dropped him on his fucking head. He deserved it since the day he tried to make an enemy when he dropped me from the squad for no reason but the fact that he was all in his feelings about it. And you know what’s funny?

Jack chuckles.

JACK WARREN: I proved my goddamn point throughout the match too. Who was in the final two of Team Defiance? Wasn’t Zakk Lewis’ bitch ass. Wasn’t Lance Winters, who’s now getting butt fucked in prison. It wasn’t Nicole Starr. She was too busy trying to give XPJ dome after he laid Rhys and Viktor out. And it wasn’t Ava Adore either! It was me! I was in the final two and had I actually given a shit, I would’ve been the last man left since I had to save Shane’s ass once or twice in that match too. So, Shane, go fuck yourself. At Dream On, I’m ending your bitch ass and taking my shot at the HKW World championship.

The audience responds in a massive chorus of boos while Warren keeps talking.

JACK WARREN: As for my opponent tonight? Well, as you can see, I’ve come to the ring without Tony Capone or Lyle Risky because I don’t need them to beat XAD in whatever state he’s in. But just to have a little more fun in this match, then I hope XAD hears this next little tidbit. Hey, XAD? I was the one who attacked you at Divine Supremacy! Come and get some, you androgynous little bitch.

Jack drops the mic just as “When Doves Cry” by Prince begins to play and XAD roars through the curtain, limping and looking absolutely furious. He points at Warren in the ring before he makes a beeline for the ring, racing down there as fast as possible.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from San Diego, California; weighing in at 175 pounds, he is XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

Xavier then slides into the ring and before he can even get to his feet, Jack races forward and begins putting the boots to him, forcing the ref to call for the bell to ring!

SINGLES MATCH
XAVIER ASHER DANIELS vs. JACK WARREN


DING DING DING!


BRIAN MASON: And the match is underway with Jack Warren putting the boots to XAD!

ALEXA CORRA: Break him, Warren! Finish his worthless life!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, Alexa.

Warren continues putting the boots to Daniels until he’s had enough. He then grabs XAD by the head and quickly gets him up to both feet before he lifts him up and plants him onto the mat with a powerslam. Jack then follows that up with an elbow drop before he gets to his feet once more, then lands a leg drop. Jack then goes for the cover, hooking both of XAD’s legs!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Jack gets to his feet after the early kickout and quickly begins stomping away at XAD’s body, especially going after the knee. Jack then connects with a double foot stomp to the injured knee of Xavier, forcing the San Diego native to yelp out in pain as the audience boos Warren. Warren then turns to the audience and extends out his arms, smiling as the audience showers him with boos. Jack then turns his attention back to Xavier and grabs his legs before locking in a figure four submission, getting the audience to roar out in disapproval as XAD screams and yells out in pain!

BRIAN MASON: And Jack Warren has locked in the figure four!

ALEXA CORRA: Ha, Xavier’s got nowhere to run! Time to tap, Xavi!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, this shit about to end this quick?

Xavier struggles and tries to take different swings at Jack, who just taunts him as he keeps the figure four locked in...only for XAD to flip over onto his belly and reverses the figure four on Jack! Jack’s eyes widen as he is now the one yelling out in pain, but he eventually uses his weight advantage to drag himself towards the ropes and hold onto the bottom rope as the ref tells XAD to break the hold, which he does after a four count.

XAD is the first to his feet after the submission, while Jack uses the ropes nearby to help himself up. XAD rushes forward and Jack attempts to catch him with a discus forearm strike, only for XAD to duck it, then leaps up and grabs Jack from behind before dropping him with a backstabber! The audience cheers as Jack writhes around in pain, while XAD doesn’t go for the cover and instead mounts himself on top of Jack. The ref eventually comes in and breaks the beatdown that XAD is giving Jack, allowing Warren to quickly roll underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Where is Jack Warren going?

ALEXA CORRA: He just needs a few seconds. Don’t worry.

RANDY THE PILOT: XAD on fire right now, bruh. Think he gonna moonwalk soon?

XAD quickly exits the ring after that and chases after Jack, who is near the commentary table, by Whisper. He yells at Whisper to get out of her chair and she quickly jumps out of her seat before Jack grabs it and folds it up. XAD then catches up Jack and grabs him, but he shoves XAD off of him, grabs the chair, and smashes it right into XAD’s skull, forcing the ref to call for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match via disqualification....XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

BRIAN MASON: Why the hell would Jack Warren do that?!

ALEXA CORRA: You think Jack fucking cares? Jack Warren already has his title shot. This match means nothing to him!

RANDY THE PILOT: Right. Y’all might as well not book him in any matches because he ain’t gonna give a fuck.

Jack takes the chair and smashes it into the back of Xavier again, forcing him to scream out in pain. Jack then goes for another chair shot, but is quickly distracted by the roaring cheer the audience has let out. He looks over at the entranceway and sees Shane Atwater racing down to the ring to go after him!

BRIAN MASON: Thank you, Shane Atwater!

Jack quickly drops the chair and races off the other direction as Shane comes around. Shane scowls as Jack quickly retreats to the back, taking one last look at Shane and wagging his finger at him before he disappears to the back. Shane then drops to a knee and checks on XAD before he calls for medical attention as the scene slowly fades out.

WINNER: Xavier Asher Daniels (5:44)

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In the parking garage of the arena we see junior referee Brad Chase taking a weekender out the trunk of a rental and slamming it shut. He lifts the handle and begins rolling it towards the elevator. Chase reaches the door to the elevator and is startled by the sight of two stalwarts for the Referee’s Union, Tate Schuler and Fred Garrison. Both men dressed with their striped shirts untucked, Fred with a leather jacket over his with the collar flapped up. Tate put his arm around Chase as Fred leaned against the wall.

TATE SCHULER: Heya there Brad. How’s it going?

Brad looks over at Fred then at Tate and nervously smiles and nods.

BRAD CHASE: Pretty good guys. Pretty good. I think I finally convinced someone to look into our idea for designated parking spots by the way.

FRED GARRISON: Shut the hell up Brad. We know you’re working with Lee Redford.

Tate then presses his finger into Chase’s chest.

TATE SCHULER: And we know you know where Stevens is hiding. Probably right where you are...up Romeo Price’s buttcrack!

Tate and Fred start laughing amongst themselves. They get so into the joke that they throw their arms around each other, poking fun at the Junior ref. Fred groggily tries to soften his voice to mock Brad

FRED GARRISON: Romey Romey we need parking spaces. Can we pleeeaaaasssseeee *smooches* parking spaces.

Tate starts slapping his knee dying of laughter before cutting in with the same voice.

TATE SCHULER: Oooh my name’s Braaaadley and I have a pet cocker spaniel named Jibbles because I’m a little fruit cup.

Brad’s face frowns up as the the two continue to crack up at their own joke. Suddenly, Senior Official Hank Berman walks in, not knowing what was going on at first. Upon arrival and the look on Brad Chase’s face, he knew was going on.

HANK BERMAN: Picking on the kid again guys? Really?

Tate and Fred stop laughing and snarl over at Hank. Fred sucks his teeth.

FRED GARRISON: Oh look it gramps to the rescue. Pffft…

The Ref’s Union stooges laugh again but are quickly interrupted by Hank.

HANK BERMAN: Fred you’re 45 years old. Grow up. I can understand this kid, he thinks Pinson’s “cool”. You’re a grown man following behind a guy 12 years younger than you. Get over yourself, pal.

Fred gets quiet and this time Brad lets out a little chuckle of his own.

HANK BERMAN: Little do you two idiots know. if he goes down you’re all going with him!

Tate gets up in Hank’s face.

TATE SCHULER: If ANYONE goes down, it’s that snitch Lee Redford, the son of a drumstick who started all of this crap...JERRY STEVENS! And maybe even this little freaking loser right here next you.

Schuler backs up next to Fred.

TATE SCHULER: Let’s get out of here Fred. These two have to go change each other’s diapers.

The two stooges snicker and press the elevator button. I’m sure they were hoping the elevator would be there to open immediately to top off the timing of the insult. However, the elevator takes a few moments to get to the level, meanwhile Tate and Fred awkwardly stand in front of Hank and Brad. Tate glances behind him and sucks his teeth.

TATE SCHULER: Pffft you’re still here?

HANK BERMAN: We’re going to the same place you moron.

The elevator opens and all four men walk in, each pair giving each other side side glances.

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"Can you feel that...?"

"Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd booing heavily as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp.

"Can you feel that...?"

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos through at the arena as the "Queen B" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth looking disinterested. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers. She walks up the steps and into the ring.

BRIAN MASON: At Divine Supremacy, we saw the end of Felicity’s two-hundred sixty-seven day reign, but what we saw after the match may have been the most vicious attack in HKW history.

ALEXA CORRA: I’ve taught her well.

RANDY THE PILOT: I knew you had something to do with that shit!

Felicity makes her way toward Whisper Viperi, rips the microphone out of her hand and shoves her out of the ring. The crowd boos heavily as Felicity eats them up and leans back against the turnbuckles, waiting for the boos to die down some.

FELICITY BANKS: I’ve really reached that point in my HKW career where I don’t have to listen or pay attention to the crap that comes out of peoples mouths anymore. Each and every week it’s the saaaaaaaame boring story, with the saaaaaaaame peasants using my name to get themselves noticed. You see it with Infinite Omega. You see it with A.S.H. You see it with everyone who walks into this hellhole known as Hard Knox Wrestling.

Felicity spins the microphone around in her hand and leans her back against the turnbuckles, looking over at the Queen B championship draped around her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: And any time any of these peasants step to me we see the saaaaaame exact result. Felicity Banks defeats insert name here. No matter where it is...HKW, Puroresu, PWP, 4CW - I have BEAT everyone who has ever thought they were going to use Felicity Banks as a stepping stone. I have BEAT everyone who thought I was just alllllll talk and I’ve become the face of this brand, and one of the faces of this company.

The crowd jeers, but the smarks in the audience give Felicity a nice pop.

FELICITY BANKS: I’ve proven that I’m not some product of the system like the majority of the roster here is.

Felicity laughs, pulling the microphone away from her lips. She looks around at the crowd.

FELICITY BANKS: And I didn’t have to do outlandish, nonsensical trash to do it. No. See, all I did was bring the old school to the new school. I talked my trash, I pissed people off, and I wrestled my ass off night in and night out. Have I taken shortcuts along the way? Of course I have. Everyone in this company has taken a shortcut a time or two in their careers; you only notice it with me because I, FELICITY BANKS, am noticeable. I, FELICITY BANKS, am the one you people came to here to see! The one that they love to hate! The one all of you peasants backstage mention twenty-four seven, and want to be in the ring with! And why is that?!

She pulls herself away from the corner and walks toward the center of the ring.

FELICITY BANKS: Because they know that in HKW… I’m the alpha female. No matter who’s holding what titles in HKW, I will ALWAYS be the star of this company and I do not need an HKW championship to be… IT.

She rubs her personal Queen B championship with her hand.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s proven with Emilio Vialpando and Jason Mentez over at iGNITE. You have all these critters coming to iGNITE trying to establish themselves as the MAN on that brand, but fact is?

Felicity cocks her head to the side.

FELICITY BANKS: Emilio… he is the man on iGNITE. Jason Mentez? He is the franchise of HKW! And neither of them need the Global championship to prove it. Kenshin? He deserves that title. He deserves that title more than anyone else on that brand not named Emilio or Jason. Problem is… even with that title, Kenshin still isn’t viewed in the same light as Emilio or Jason. Will he be one day? Probably. Actually, I’m positive he will. But right now? At this very moment? He’s not…

She pauses, spinning the mic around in her hand once again.

FELICITY BANKS: ...it takes time here. It takes a LONG time here in HKW to get to that level you believe you belong on. Guys like Kenshin Takamura, Shane Atwater, and even Onyx Payne? They’re on the right track, but you three have ways to go before you get to where Jason, Emilio and I are. We are the upper echelon of HKW and that won’t change anytime soon.

Felicity stops, licking her lips, making it look like it was hard for her to say what she was thinking.

FELICITY BANKS: I will say this...Onyx, Kenshin, Shane? The three of you proved me wrong. For the longest time I thought that everyone who came to this company only came here because of the attention HKW was getting. Because you saw HKW develop from a small little indy promotion to a worldwide phenomenon. I WISH more people were like you three, and, truth be told... you three are more like me than you would like to think, but I digress.

She sighs into the microphone.

FELICITY BANKS: This is the only wrestling company in the world that gives out trophies to the people who come in last place in the race. Despite not exactly deserving it… HKW gives every last one of them backstage a chance. They’re given chance after chance after chance and then they blow up for one show, and absolutely nothing comes from it. We’ve seen this time and time again, and history always has a way of repeating itself. You people blow up, and then you fizzle out. The only thing that remains consistent in this company are people like me. People like Emilio Vialpando. People like Jason Mentez and Colton Sterling. Hell, even Jaxon NOTQueen! THESE ARE THE NAMES THAT YOU’LL ALWAYS SEE IN HKW! LONG AFTER ALL THESE PEASANTS WHO HAVE INFILTRATED MYYYYY COMPANY ARE GONE - THOSE ARE THE NAMES YOU PEOPLE DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BLOWING UP, ONLY TO FIZZLE OUT, AND PACK OUR BAGS AFTER WE DON’T GET OUR WAY.

Cue Felicity’s cocky laugh. She turns her heel and looks up at the entrance ramp.

FELICITY BANKS: So while we, the deserving ones, take backseat to the ones we’re forced to watch… You remember this day. You remember Gwen Massey and Cain Morgan. You remember every other peasant who has stepped into this company and walked right out because they realized they’re not as good as they think they are. They can’t draw a goddamn penny! And we… the deserving ones… Will sit back with smiles on our faces and watch as you peasants slowly but surely drop the ball that was handed to you.

Felicity keeps her cold gaze on the ramp.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t drop the ball, Onyx. Because I’ll be watching and I’ll be waiting. I’ll be right there to pick the ball back up and I’ll make two hundred sixty seven days seem five seconds next time.

Felicity shifts her focus to the Queen B championship around her shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: The throne of the top dog on Defiance is yours now, friend. At least when it comes to holding HKW gold...but you’re still not the face of this company, and you sure as hell don’t RULE this company. I do….and I always will. Bank...on...th---

Just then, Salt of the Earth begins to play over the P.A. and the whole Rech Center erupted as Onyx took the stage at top of the ramp way and holding up the HKW World title above her head. Felicity stares Onyx down with the evil bitch face.

Looking up at the Queen B. Onyx has a sober look about her as she lays her title over her shoulder and slowly begins to bring the microphone she brought with her up to her lips as her theme dies down along with the fans excitement.

ONYX PAYNE: Felicity, Felicity…

The fans begin to cheer again as Onyx lowers her microphone and looks around the arena as she shakes her head be raising the mic. back up to her lips.

ONYX PAYNE: We have come a long way haven’t we and now things have come full circle. Because two hundred and eighty days ago, I was standing backstage in your locker room congratulating you on becoming the HKW World champion. I was the first person to come to you, face to face and do that. I even shook your hand and told you to make that title your own. Then you paid me back and you showed me the same courtesy. You hugged me and you left the ring to let me have MY moment. But then….

Looking down, her brow narrowed as she tilted her head towards titan tron above her.

ONYX PAYNE: This happened.

The clip of Felicity attacking Onyx after their match begins to play up until Felicity wipes the blood form Onyx’s head on her chest before fading to black and going back to the HKW logo. The arena is being filled with disapproval boos as Onyx tightens her teeth together letting out a hissing sound.

ONYX PAYNE: No matter how many times I watch that it doesn’t get any better and it doesn’t make me understand it any better. The bell had sounded. The match was over. All I ever wanted from you Felicity, was your respect, and for you to take me seriously as a competitor. That night, you took something from me. Because of your actions… I… I can’t compete...

Looking down, Onyx lowers the mic. getting choked up, as some of the fans have their hands over their mouths in shock. Felicity didn’t seem all that bothered by Onyx’s words as she rolled her eyes, and leaned forward on the ropes closest to the entrance ramp.

ONYX PAYNE: When this moment came, where I won a singles title. I was looking forward to take on all challengers who wanted to step up against me and think they could take me on all because I held this.

Raising up the title, for a moment she places it back on her shoulder.

ONYX PAYNE: I was looking forward to take on anyone at anytime and anywhere. I was looking forward on being a defending champion. Because like you, Felicity. I took no days off. You took that away from me... tonight.

The crowd begin to realize what Onyx just said and their faces turn from sadness to ones of excitement.

ONYX PAYNE: Your actions at Divine Supremacy tells me that you didn’t take me seriously. You didn’t think I could beat you. You didn’t think I could best you and I did. You underestimated me, and you paid for your mistake. Just like you made the mistake in not competing in our tag team match, because all you did was fuel my fire.

A smile creeps on Onyx’s lips as a small Onyx chant begins.

ONYX PAYNE: The Felicity I see standing in that ring right now is not the same Felicity that was curled up all nice and comfy beside me in my hospital bed while I was unconscious. Because THAT Felicity was whispering in my ear about a challenge for Dream on and threatening me about staying away, because it would be in my best interest. Now you’re standing in the ring sounding like you don’t even want your rematch but, if I drop the ball... you will be there to pick it up?

Looking up, Onyx begins to tap the microphone against her chin in a thinking fashion before laughing a little.

ONYX PAYNE: Do you no longer think of yourself as a competitor for the title anymore? Is this your way of saying that you’re... Scared of me? It seems to me, that ever since I have awoken you have been back paddling. Saying that maybe you shouldn’t have your rematch for the HKW World title and that maybe you should go after the No Limits title instead to go for that triple crown. This has me believing that you are scared. Because the Felicity I know likes to set standards. Rather it be the longest reigning champion or the first to ever to hold two belts at one time… You have a chance at becoming the first two time HKW World Champion… Oh, excuse me. Let me rephrase that. The first at becoming the two time self proclaimed Queen of HKW… You want to give that up for the triple crown?

Nodding her head, Onyx mouths “Okay” a couple times before talking in the microphone again.

ONYX PAYNE: You say that you are the best, that you brought old school to new school but, you still have a lot to learn. What made the McCleary boys better than you is the fact that they beat you at your own game, and what makes me better than you... is that I beat you in a match that you were clearly inexperienced in, because you weren’t in control. Which shows me that no matter how good you think you are, everyone, even the best still have a lot to learn.

Onyx shugs, biting down on her bottom lip as she looks around the arena.

ONYX PAYNE: To be the best you have to beat the best… I accept your challenge at Dream On, Felicity. I will even show you the same courtesy that you showed me back when we signed our contract for Divine Supremacy, and allow you to pick the match type. It doesn’t matter what type of match type it is because I don’t know… I may not think you're worth my time, and take one out of the Felicity handbook and… just not show up.

Felicity bites down on her lip and suddenly...starts laughing?

FELICITY BANKS: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Felicity falls back first to the mat and starts rolling around the ring, laughing hysterically. She kicks her feet in the air and clutches her stomach, making sure to hold the Queen B championship with one hand.

FELICITY BANKS: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

She sits up a seated position and continues chuckling, her gaze fixed on Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Scared? Of you? Me?!

She pushes herself up and flings the Queen B title across the ring. The smile on her face turns to a scowl as she stands to her feet and looks ready to exit the ring. Just as she gets to the apron, Felicity glares over at Onyx and freezes.

FELICITY BANKS: Scared of you? Not even close, Onyx. I’m doing YOU a favor. I’m trying to let this go so you don’t end up in a freaking coffin! I’m trying to give you your moment now since I took it away from you at Divine Supremacy! But you…

She reaches her arm out, and points at Onyx with microphone before pulling it back toward herself.

FELICITY BANKS: You just won’t shut up, will you? Nope. Of course not. The fortune cookie is here to share her wisdom with us all, peasants and plebeians! I’m not scared of you, Onyx...not at all. I’m scared of what I might do to you. I’m scared of what might happen to you if you get back in this ring with me. But you know what? I don’t care. I do not care ANYMORE!

Felicity goes back into the ring and rushes toward her custom championship, draping it over her shoulder before she turns around and walks back toward the ring ropes.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s nothing...NOTHING self-proclaimed about me being Queen. NOTHING. You wanna see that?! Fine… FINE. At Dream On, I’m finishing what I started and this time - I won’t stop until there’s no life left in your body. I won’t stop until you are bowing at my feet, kissing my damn boots, and worshipping me like all these peasants do!

The crowd boos heavily as Felicity starts huffing and puffing, pacing around the ring.

FELICITY BANKS: I gave you your chance, Onyx. I gave you your chance to walk away. I even TRIED taking myself out of the title picture to save YOU.

Felicity chuckles, her eyes piercing a hole through the new HKW World Champion.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s no saving you now, Onyx. Enjoy these next few weeks. Hold that title close to your heart, hug your husband and your stupid pets as much as you can, because when Dream On is over with… You’ll never be able to do those things again.

Felicity flings the microphone up in the air and slides out of the ring. She paces up the ramp, never stopping or taking her eyes off Onyx. She finally gets to the top of the ramp, now only standing only a few inches away from Onyx. Felicity chuckles, and takes two steps past Onyx and sets her title on the ground. She never turns back around to look at her former tag team partner- and instead, she sprawls her arms out to the side as if she were waiting for Onyx to do something.

FELICITY BANKS: Last chance…

Felicity’s voice could be heard through Onyx’s microphone.

FELICITY BANKS: Do something!

Felicity holds her position as Onyx looks stares her down and then looks at her title.Moving the HKW World championship off her shoulders, she looks as though she was going to mimic Felicity but instead holds her title in the air and smiles.

ONYX PAYNE: ... On my time.

Placing the title back on her shoulder, Onyx smiles as she backs away from Fel. Never keeping her eyes of her as the title returns to her shoulder and Felicity is left on top of the ramp alone. Felicity watches Onyx as she walks backstage. She smirks and wraps her title around her waist before exiting to the back to get ready for her match.
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The scene fades backstage as Romeo Price is seen walking down the hall towards his office. He stops in the middle of the hallway as he sees a couple of technicians playing UNO for money on a flipped over crate. Romeo arches his eyebrow as he watches them continue to play until one looks over and sees him.

TECHNICIAN 2: Draw four mother fucker! C'mon, gimme my money! Draw them cards...C'mon. Yo, why you...

He looks over to where his friend was looking and starts gathering up the cards.

TECHNICIAN 2: Oh, sorry Mr. Price. We were just um....Yeah we'll just get back to work. C'mon bro.

Both men rush off as Romeo watches them walk away. He shakes his head and chuckles.

ROMEO PRICE: Typical....

Romeo walks on and reaches the door to his office. His phone begins to go off in his suit jacket pocket as he then reaches in and takes it out. Romeo opens the door to his office as he reads the text on his phone. After a small grunt he places his phone back in his suit jacket pocket. As he looks up he sees.......HKW Cyber Champion Banahan, Cole sitting at his desk on his computer. Romeo's expression quickly changes from calm to pissed.

ROMEO PRICE: What the hell are you doing here? You're not allowed in this office or this backstage area...

Cole ignores Romeo as he continues to work on his computer.

BANAHAN, COLE: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.

This only ignores Romeo more as he steps more into his office in rage.

ROMEO PRICE: Did you hear fucking here me? Get up and get out of here!

Cole slowly turns his head over to Romeo as he then sits back in the chair with a cunning smile etched across his face.

BANAHAN, COLE: C'mon now Price, you know why I'm here.

Out of no where Alessio Van Duren spears Romeo in his side and drives him into the wall. Alessio then begins to rain down hellish punches while he his mounted down on Romeo. But not for long as Romeo quickly kick flips Alessio of him and gets up to his feet. Alessio rushes Romeo again trying to grab a hold Romeo but Price quickly steps to the side and raises his knee into AVD's gut. He begins to hit various crushing blows onto Alessio before tossing him into the wall with all his strength leaving a dent in the wall. Alessio lays there knocked out as Romeo looks down at him wiping off the blood from his apparent busted lip. He then begins look up over into Cole's direction.

ROMEO PRICE: So this is what Bridges wants? Well----

Romeo quickly put on his back after Cole swings the keyboard from the computer into Romeo's jaw as if he was a major league baseball player that just hit a home run. Romeo lays there in the middle of his office knocked out as Alessio begins to get back up and Cole stands here at the end of Romeo's feet.

BANAHAN, COLE: Risky sends his condolences. Hehehehehehehehe.

Alessio holds the back of his head and shakes his head as he follows the Morse God out of Romeo's office. The scene then fades as the door closes behind them.

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Ryan Corey quickly storms down the ramp to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope, and demands a mic. One of the ringside attendants quickly hands him one, and he walks back to the center of the ring.

ALEXA CORRA: Oh God, not this ancient fossil again.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yo, that's mah boy up in that ring. Homie bought me a plate of nachos after my hot dog got squashed the other night.

ALEXA CORRA: So you're his fan now, all because he bought you nachos?

RANDY THE PILOT: That, and bruh's friggin' ninja, and watchin' the back o' my girls MJ and Nina now.

Ryan puts the mic up to his mouth, holding up a hand to ask for quiet.

RYAN COREY: Joey, Joey, Joey. Now that this Mirage character is your daddy, well, it reminds me of something my own father once said. He told me that a leopard only shows you his spots once. Now, what's that mean, exactly? It means that Joey Miles, by any other name, is still just a punk kid with an anger problem.

BRIAN MASON: He has a point. You can change your name, but not who you are, really?

ALEXA CORRA: The hell do you know about things like this?

RYAN COREY: After House of Pain Malice, Joey, I issued you a challenge. A challenge that as of yet has gone unanswered, or for that matter, not even acknowledged. Now, here's the thing, there, Abaddon. You can bring yourself out here and be a man and give me an answer, or I can come backstage and beat the answer out of you.

Ryan waits a few moments, and nothing happens. No one comes from the back, no music plays, and for a brief second, it's even possible a cricket could be heard chirping in a far corner of the arena.

RYAN COREY: OK, fine, kid. Have it your way. But before I come back there and beat some sense into your fool head, let's address this little name change of yours. Abaddon, is it? The angel at the end of the bottomless pit, leader of a group of locusts. Or, as some might say, the Destroyer. Are you, Joey Miles, really man enough to consider yourself a destroyer? What have you destroyed lately, other than a burrito at Taco Bell?

Ryan pauses for a moment before continuing.

RYAN COREY: I'm a patient man, generally, but you know, I'm tired of all these games. Time for me to find this puke and extract my answer.

Ryan drops the mic and begins to head for the ropes. As he steps out halfway, the lights suddenly turn off. The arena is engulfed in silence, aside from the phones of fans. After a brief moment of darkness, the titantron begins showing a feed. A man appears in a room, lit dimly by a flickering light that sways back and forth. That man, donning his beige mask, is Mirage. Behind him are two people, met earlier in the night; Bloody Mary and Nightmare. Abaddon, however, is nowhere to be seen.

MIRAGE: Hello, Ryan Corey. I suppose there's no need for the formalities, you know who I am and I know who you are. You want a match with Abaddon. Well, Abaddon, or Joey as you keep referring to him as, is a tad bit busy now. I'll be honest, you aren't important. So why, exactly, should Abaddon and I waste our time with you? Is he supposed to feel like he has something to prove by defeating an old man in the rubber match? Petty shit like that is exactly what our cause is against.

Mirage lets out a slight chuckle.

MIRAGE: However, you seem persistent. You want this big finale and a chance to get complete revenge on Abaddon for all that he has done to you so far. So it seems, at least. I think the real situation here is that you want to prove you're better than Abaddon, which is simply not true. I'll tell you what, Mr. Corey. You want your big finale? You got it. At the Dream On, you will have your final match against him. But you're going to do this under our terms. Our terms are simple.

The masked man looks up, a grin almost being seen through the tears of his mask. He looks back down to the camera.

MIRAGE: In 2004, hell came to Earth. Two men, Thomas Barnez and Jeff Chandler, were placed inside a cage. This cage, similar in structure to the one generally known as Hell in a Cell, was entwined in razor wire. It was weapons galore all throughout the cell. Those two warriors fought, for a predetermined time, inside this cage. Since then, this interesting match stipulation has been seen in various companies, with various competitors, myself included. Ryan, if you wish to battle Abaddon one more time, you will enter this cage. Thirty minutes in hell ... do you think you can handle that? I'm sure you do. We'll see just how well you handle it when the times comes, however. For now, I leave you with a little message from your opponent on that night. This is the part where you turn around.

The video feed ends immediately after Mirage says this. The lights in the arena turn on to reveal Abaddon now standing behind Ryan Corey in the ring, a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire in his hand.

BRIAN MASON: Oh no! Ryan, look out!

The audience lets out a heavy reaction of jeers as Ryan, confused, turns around. What he sees isn't a good sight. Before he can even see Abaddon, he's struck over the head with the 2x4! Ryan drops to the canvas, blood beginning to drip from his forehead as it was sliced open by the barbed wire.

BRIAN MASON: Joey just hit Ryan with that 2x4 and now he's bleeding!

RANDY THE PILOT: Abaddon, not Joey!

ALEXA CORRA: No, it's ... oh, you actually got it right that time.

Abaddon looks at the downed and bloody Ryan with a cold, emotionless face. He raises the 2x4 into the air with one hand as the fans continue to boo heavily. Without warning, Abaddon latches onto the 2x4 with his other hand and swings it down into Ryan's mid-section! He doesn't stop after one strike, the Church of Illusionism member repeatedly slamming away at Ryan's ribcage with the 2x4, each shot causing more and more cuts across Corey's stomach from the barbed wire! "You're not better than me!" he screams, as he pounds away at the downed man. Finally seeming to have enough, Abaddon tosses the 2x4 away before turning around and shouting for a microphone. One of the crew members at ringside hands him a one, as he heads back over to Ryan and kneels down by his bloodied face, the nearly unconscious man's head rolling.

ABADDON: You wanted me? Well, you got me. You know what they say; careful what you fucking wish for, eh? It's almost admirable, your bravery. Almost. I'm a very dangerous man, Ryan. You give me the guidance of a man like Mirage and a stipulation like Thirty Minutes in Hell and you've got yourself one bad situation. Mirage has one goal in mind, but me? Well, I've got my own goal; ending your career. You brought this upon yourself. With all that I've been through, you still insist on poking the bear. Aren't people your age meant to be wise? Heh. Get ready for Dream On, Ryan. Prepare yourself for a fight like you've never been in before, because it will be just that. We're going to spend half an hour in hell, but only I will make it back to Earth when it's over. See you then, Ryan.

Abaddon drops the microphone, as he exits the ring, the fans continuing to boo.

BRIAN MASON: So, I guess it's official. Ryan Corey versus Joey Miles in a Thirty Minutes in Hell match at Dream On. I wonder what Joey, or Abaddon as he likes to be called now, will do when he comes face to face with Ryan, instead of attacking him from behind.

ALEXA CORRA: If Ryan even makes it to the show, I'm sure Abaddon won't be all that scared.

The scene fades.

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We cut to the back where we see Brandon Banks exiting his office, heading toward the exit of the arena. He zips up as jacket, and slides his mittens onto his hands and stares down every employee he sees backstage.

BRANDON BANKS: Y’all better be workin!

Banks yells down the hallway, stopping his pace as he sees someone standing in front of him.

BRANDON BANKS: Who the hell are you?

The camera turned to show an older male with a darker complexion, a big smile on his face.

MAN: I’m--

The man was obviously intimidated by Banks, stopping as he saw the evil look in the HKW owners eyes.

MAN: I’m Lamar Belle. The DANCING FOOL! I was informed that I’d have my tryout match tonight, and --

Banks throws his arm up in the air, making Lamar stop in mid speech.

BRANDON BANKS: Informed by who? Sure as hell wasn’t me.

Lamar looked down at the floor, doing his best not to irritate the already angry Banks.

LAMAR BELLE: It was...Ms. King who told me--

BRANDON BANKS: Did I say it was okay for you to interupt me? Did I tell you to speak? Nope, pretty sure I didn’t.

Lamar glanced up at Banks.

LAMAR BELLE: But you asked me a question…

Banks scoffs, pulling up the hood of his coat over his head.

BRANDON BANKS: A rhetorical question. You want a tryout match and you don’t even know the damn rules. You don’t speak to me unless I give you permission. Got it?

LAMAR BELLE: Yes Mr. Ba---

Banks flails his arms out to his side.

BRANDON BANKS: Did I say speak?! Goddamn, bruh. You still got a lot to learn. But you know what?

A sly smirk forms on Banks’ features.

BRANDON BANKS: I’ll give you yo damn tryout match.

The HKW owner looks down at his Rolex.

BRANDON BANKS: Better get to the gorilla position, dancing fool. Yo match is next.

Lamar smiles and looks like he’s ready to thank Banks, but decides against it. He just nods his head and turns down the hallway, making his way toward the gorilla position. Banks watches, and then laughs.

BRANDON BANKS: What a dumbass…

Banks chuckles and makes his way toward the exit.

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When we get back from commercial, Lamar Belle was already in the ring, dancing around like a fool.

RANDY THE PILOT: See why they call him the dancing fool…

Lamar tries to get the audience behind him, but...crickets. That didn’t stop him from dancing around in circles, breaking out the old school Harlem Shake, and even...THE BIG WIGGLE!

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… Already in the ring… From...somewhere? LAAAAMAAAARRRRR BELLE!

The audience in attendance doesn’t make a sound as Lamar stares at the ramp. He waits to hear who his opponent was, and then… 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.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhhhhhshit!

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: His opponent… From Las Vegas, Nevada… AVVVAAAAA ADOOOOOREEEEE!!!!

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 at her opponent.

SINGLES MATCH
LAMAR BELLE vs. AVA ADORE


DING DING DING!

The match begins with Lamar Belle charging out of his corner, only for Ava to kick him in the midsection and hit the “Ghost Movement” swinging inverted DDT! She wastes no time and spins him on his back, locking her patent crossface chickenwing - a move she calls “Adore-ation.” Lamar hangs in for a few seconds but then gives up!

DIND DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… AVAAAA ADOREEE!

Ava rises to her feet and just stares down at Lamar’s body. The referee raises her hand, but Ava quickly pulls it back.

BRIAN MASON: That… That has to be the fast match in HKW history!

RANDY THE PILOT: Eleven seconds, bruh. ELEVEN FUCKIN’ SECONDS!

As Ava's music begins to play, she sags against a turnbuckle. Lamar has already rolled out of the ring and disappeared backstage and Ava grips the ropes, preparing to roll herself out of the ring and make the long walk back to her locker room.

Suddenly, “Say Goodnight to the World” is cut at the same moment that the entire arena is plunged into darkness. The din of the crowd grows louder, trying to figure out what’s going on. It wasn’t a gradual dimming of the lights like it usually was when a wrestler is making their entrance, it was a sudden descent into darkness.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the crowd from the p.a. speaker. “So, when they continued asking him… he lifted himself up, and said unto them… he that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

The entire arena is bathed in a crimson light as the beat of “Natural Born Sinner” by In This Moment begins to thump through the arena. Ava straightens up slightly, pushing her weary body away from the turnbuckle to face whatever is coming down the ramp.

RANDY THE PILOT: The hell is this?!

A woman steps out onto the stage, cast in the red glow. Long black hair straight down her back, a thick red streak glowing brightly under the lights. She’s dressed in a black leather jumpsuit and chunky black boots and her lips are twisted into an ugly snarl.

BRIAN MASON: I'm not sure who this is, but it seems like Ava...does.

Ava’s face pales suddenly, the blood rushing from her cheeks and leaving her ghostly. She takes a few steps back, mouthing “No… you’re dead. You’re dead…” as the woman unfamiliar to HKW audiences slips into the ring.

The music fades out as she leans down, gesturing for a mic from the ring attendant.

KNOX HURST: Hello, love. Did you miss me?

The smirk widened as she takes a few menacing steps towards Ava.

KNOX HURST: Avaleigh Braddock… the myth, the legend… the only woman to ever… well, you know what you did, huh? Wouldn’t do to put his shit out there, hmm? We’d both end up… well, you know where we’d end up. Maybe better than I do, don’t you Ava?

Ava backs into the ring ropes, shaking her head in disbelief, hazel eyes wide.

KNOX HURST: Don’t look so scared, baby doll. After all, you’re the one we’re supposed to be afraid of, huh? It’s you that I adore… you’ll always be his whore. Because that’s pretty much… you now, isn’t it? I mean, sure… once upon a time you were the motherfucking big bad wolf and now… well, you’re just a shadow. No, wait. Not that… never that, mm?

The woman takes another step towards Ava, who tries to take another step back even though she can’t, her back against the ropes.

KNOX HURST: Not a shadow. A thing that lives in shadows. A cockroach, scurrying around in your precious Kai’s shadow. Once you were something and now you’re the bitch who sucks the dick of the guy who couldn’t pull it off and win anything that meant something.

Knox shakes her head in disgust.

KNOX HURST: You were a legend, Ava Adore. The one who got away… the only one who ever got away. But you didn’t, really? He dragged you back kicking and screaming and your clown in the face paint is the one saved your ass. Guess all that time we spent worshiping you as the only one who ever escaped that pit in Vegas… we were worshiping a false idol. It wasn’t anything but pure dumb luck that your idiot ass managed to do what had never been done before.

She sneers.

KNOX HURST: God, look at you now. Pathetic. What next? Are you going to curl up in a little ball and cry? I checked around… talked to a few people… your knight in shining armor is no where to be found. What happened? Don’t you suck it off good enough anymore? Maybe he’s got another weak willed ho taking your place instead.

Knox laughs, a bitter sound.

KNOX HURST: When’s the last time you did anything that didn’t involve you riding Kai’s coattails to the finish line?

She leans in close, presses a kiss to the stunned Ava’s cheek.

KNOX HURST: Oh, yeah. Mischa sends his love.

She draws a hand out from behind her back, the brass knuckles glinting on her fist before she drives it into Ava’s face. Ava staggers but doesn’t go down, too stubborn even as blood gushes from her split lip and nose. Knox pulls her fist back again and drives it into Ava’s face again and this time, the redhead goes down and stays there.

Slipping out of the ring, Knox roots around underneath of it before she slides two folding chairs in the ring. Shifts down and digs underneath of the ring again to come up with three thick panes of glass. When she slips back into the ring, she has a determined, nasty smile on her face. The kind that promises all sorts of pain is going to follow in it’s wake.

She pauses to kick Ava in the ribs with the toe of her boot as though testing to see if she’s still conscious before, satisfied, she sets up the chairs and uses them to support the panes of glass like a table.

Dragging Ava to her feet, she tucks her head between her legs before lifting her up to position her for an elevated suplex. She holds Ava’s limp body in the air while the crowd screams and goes wild with boos and jeers behind her before she slams Ava as hard into the glass.

Ava’s body crashes through all three panes of it as she screams, trying to roll out of the mess of broken glass but Knox is on her, grabbing handfuls of her hair and slamming her head against the mat before she lashes out and grabs one of Ava’s wrists. She slams it flat on the canvas and holds it there before she reaches out for a piece of jagged glass, slamming it down through Ava’s palm.

The redhead screams, pure agony in her voice as the glass slices right through her palm and pins it to the canvas. Knox grins in glee before she reaches for Ava’s other hand, preparing to crucify her to the mat. Security and several refs pouring out of the back catch the newcomers attention, though, and regretfully, she drop the glass and slips out of the ring.

A nasty grin on her face before she disappears into the crowd.

Winner via pinfall - Ava Adore (0:11)

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is set for one fall, and it is a TAG TEAM MATCH!

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 limp to the ring as the lyrics kick in.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… 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!!!!!

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.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know how this dude’s competing after that attack by the Church of Illusions.

BRIAN MASON: He’s a fighter. A warrior even. I don’t think Ryan Corey will stop until he destroys Joey Miles.

ALEXA CORRA: Or Miles destroys him…

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner…

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Paradise, Michigan,... She is.... MJ BELL!!!

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. Quickly the redhead jogs up the stairs and into the ring. The redhead dances around the ring,

RANDY THE PILOT: And there’s your buddy, Lexi!

ALEXA CORRA: Yeah...we’ll be buddies soon enough.

BRIAN MASON: … I’m afraid to ask what that means so I won’t. Regardless, MJ maybe fighting an uphill battle here tonight with Corey still hurting from the attack earlier tonight.

ALEXA CORRA: Already making up excuses for them. How cute.

MJ whips her hair around while head banging to the music while pyrotechnics go off at the entrance ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents…

Slipknot's "[515]" hits the PA System as Abaddon makes his way onto the stage. He stands there, pressing his hands together and slumping his head into prayer form, reciting a prayer to Mirage that is inaudible to the audience.

RANDY THE PILOT: My ninja! Joe---Abaddon!

ALEXA CORRA: You finally got it right.

BRIAN MASON: We’ve seen a lot of… attitude changes here in HKW, but I don’t think any of them benefited anyone like Abaddon’s did.

He makes his way to the ring, following this, eventually sliding in. He waits for his partner.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner…

"Can you feel that...?"
"Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd booing heavily as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp.

"Can you feel that...?"

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos through at the arena as the "Queen B" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth looking disinterested. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers. She walks up the steps and into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey… She is the most dominant wrestler in Hard Knox Wrestling… The Sullen Angel… The Epitome of Excellence… The Queen B… FELIIICITTTYYYY BAAAAAAAAANKS.

Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her.

RANDY THE PILOT: The most vicious bitch in HKW doesn’t seem like just a nickname anymore after Divine Supremacy, does it.

ALEXA CORRA: It never has been a nickname. It’s the truth. Felicity is one nasty woman. She’s ready to drop that Queen persona and show the World why she’s the Sullen Angel.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t think anyone ever doubted Felicity’s...fury, however, it was surprising to see her do what she did to Onyx Payne at Divine Supremacy. That was supposed to be her friend!

ALEXA CORRA: You don’t make friends in this business, Mase. You make enemies. And Felicity’s the best at doing exactly that.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat, patiently waiting for the match to begin.

TAG TEAM MATCH
MJ BELL and RYAN COREY vs. ABADDON and FELICIY BANKS


DING DING DING!


Felicity remains seated in her corner while Abaddon steps out on the apron. On the opposite of the ring, MJ urges Corey to let her start the match and after some back and forth, the stubborn veteran Corey agrees. Felicity smirks as she sees MJ standing across the ring from her and uses the ropes to pull herself up, immediately shooting down for the takedown on MJ, but she sidesteps out of the way. MJ tries to grab a hold of Felicity’s head, but Felicity crawls beneath MJ’s legs and pops up to her feet, locking her arms around MJ’s waist. MJ breaks the waist lock and spins around Felicity, locking in her own. Felicity tries to break it, but MJ pulls the former World champ into a headlock, only to get hit in the midsection by elbows by Felicity.

Felicity grabs a hold of MJ’s hair and pulls her into a headlock of her own, but
MJ breaks it the same way Felicity did and pushes the Queen B back. Felicity comes out of nowhere with a spinning heel kick, but MJ ducks out of the way, and attempts a dropkick on Felicity that she pushes off. Felicity goes right back on the attack with a jumping high knee attack, but again, MJ sidesteps it, and pushes Felicity chest first into the corner. Felicity turns around stares at MJ, the fans in attendance giving both ladies a round of applause after the interesting back and forth.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn near looks like these two been in the ring together before. Can’t hit shit.

BRIAN MASON: They’re both serious about their craft. I’m sure they’ve prepared for this match and know what to expect from one another.

ALEXA CORRA: Meh…

Felicity lifts her arm up in the air, attempting to bait MJ into a test of strength. MJ obliges and meets Felicity’s hand with her own, but the Queen kicks MJ in the midsection before the lock up. Felicity grabs a hold of MJ’s head and drags her toward her corner, but MJ pushes herself free and connects with a dropkick to the back of Felicity’s head. She falls back into her corner, but bounces right back toward MJ and connects with a back elbow to MJ’s jaw. MJ staggers back into her corner, and Felicity charges at her, only for MJ to take her down with a drop toe hold.

MJ rolls around to Felicity’s head, but the HKW veteran uses pushes herself back up to her feet while MJ keeps her arms locked around Felicity’s head. MJ tries to outpower Felicity and hold her down, but the former champion hits MJ with another elbow to the midsection, followed by a Northern Lights suplex with a pin!

ONE!

KICKOUT


MJ kicks right out at one as she and Felicity scramble back to their feet. Felicity charges forward, but MJ cuts her off with a kick to the midsection, and follows it up with a fisherman suplex with the pin!

ONE!

KICKOUT


This time Felicity kicks out at one, and once again, MJ and Felicity scramble back to their feet. Felicity swings wildly with a right hand, but MJ blocks it, and connects with a right hand of her own. Felicity falls back against the ropes, but on the rebound she nearly decapitates MJ with running Yakuza kick. Felicity grabs a hold of MJ’s arm and pulls her toward her corner, tagging in Abaddon.

RANDY THE PILOT: My ninja Abaddon!

Abaddon stomps down on MJ’s back, then lifts her to her feet, only for MJ to fire back with a European uppercut of her own. She whips Abaddon into her teams corner, Ryan Corey anxiously awaiting the tag. Reluctantly, MJ tags Corey in who storms the ring and begins pounding away on Abaddon’s face! Abaddon rakes Corey in the eyes and tries to make it back in his corner, but Corey grabs a hold of his leg and rips him to his feet. Abaddon swings wildly, missing every blow until Corey pulls Miles forward and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline! Corey looks over at Felicity and flips her the bird, getting a smile from the former champion. He turns his attention back to Abaddon and lifts him to his feet, but Abaddon hits him with a kick to the midsection and follows it up with a spike piledriver!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch. That had to hurt.

ALEXA CORRA: Perfect timing…

RANDY THE PILOT: Timing for what?

Miles makes his way toward his partner and tags Felicity in. Felicity glances over at Alexa with a smile on her face, then back at MJ. Suddenly…

Laaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaa

The eery ‘singing’ of Alexa’s mini-me simply known as “Sami” plays over the sound system, causing MJ to shift all of her attention to Alexa Corra at ringside. Felicity locks in a sleeperhold on Corey while keeping her eyes locked on MJ. Corra removes her headset and looks at MJ, telling her to turn around.

RANDY THE PILOT: WHAT THE FUCK BRUH?!

BRIAN MASON: Is… Is that…

MJ turns around and sees a lifeless form of Charli Villa standing atop the entrance ramp, her eyes seemingly closed. MJ hops off the apron and walks a little up the ramp, mouthing Charli’s name. Suddenly, Charli begins to open her eyes revealing pure black pupils!

RANDY THE PILOT: … AH HELL NAH! ALEXA WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOIN’ RIGHT NOW!

Alexa was nowhere near the commentators booth any longer, now standing directly behind MJ was still staring at...Zombie Charli? Alexa grabs a small lock of MJ’s hair and snips it off, giggling before she takes off through the crowd! MJ follows behind Alexa, leaping over the barricade and chasing her through the crowd as Felicity wrenches in on the sleeper on Corey.

BRIAN MASON: Was this… some sort of plan?

RANDY THE PILOT: I DON’T KNOW BUT I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT. FIND A NEW PARTNER, MASE.

BRIAN MASON: Randy… sit down.

Felicity released the rest hold and scrambled to her feet, looking at Miles and telling him “one more shot and he’s all yours.” She slides toward one of the empty corner and pushes herself to her feet. She stomps her foot off the mat, signaling for the Bank Shot. Corey gingerly pulls himself to his feet and Felicity goes for the superkick, but Corey ducks underneath it, locks his arms around Felicity’s waist, and hits a release German suplex! Corey crawls toward his corner...but sees no partner!

BRIAN MASON: I don’t think Ryan knows what happened with MJ and Alexa!

RANDY THE PILOT: No shit, sherlock.

Corey uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, but when he turns around...WHAM! Felicity connects with the decapitating superkick. She grins smugly before she takes her time to walk to her corner and tags in Abaddon. Abaddon storms the ring, lifts Corey up to his feet and hits the reverse STO, followed by the Koji Clutch! Miles holds in the hold and Corey tries and tries to fight out of it, but he’s forced to tap!

DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… ABADDON AND FELICITY BAAAAAAANKS!

[515] blares over the sound system as Abaddon remains in the ring, staring down at Corey. He pulls Corey out of the ring by his arm while Felicity stands back and watches. Abaddon pulls Corey out of the ring and begins dragging him up the ramp until they’re back in the back, and Felicity remains inside the ring all alone.

BRIAN MASON: Unbelievable. Corey was already out of it before the match began!

RANDY THE PILOT: He chose to come out here, bruh. Ain’t nobody's fault but his own.

BRIAN MASON: And who’s fault is it that Alexa baited MJ away from the ring?!

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t wanna talk about that shit, bruh. Just… lets forget that shit just happened.

Felicity shrugs her shoulders and gets handed her Queen B title. She raises it high in the air, yelling out “I’M THE ONLY REAL CHAMPION HERE” as Abaddon’s music gets cut off by “Scream.” Felicity laughs and tossed the title around her shoulder, until she’s taken down from behind by Onyx Payne!

BRIAN MASON: It’s Onyx Payne! Where the hell did she come from!

Onyx clubs away on the back of Felicity’s head, pulling on her hair, and doing everything in her power to beat the snot out of Felicity. Felicity gets herself free after elbowing Onyx in the chin, but as they scramble to their feet, Onyx was right back on the attack! She pounces on Felicity and pushes her back into the corner, pounding away with rights and lefts! Felicity pokes Onyx in the eye, spins her around, and rips at the staples in the back of Onyx’s head until she rips one out!

RANDY THE PILOT: Now I’m gonna be sick…

Felicity smiles, but Onyx turns around, and Felicity hightails out of the ring, jumping over the barricade and makes getaway through the crowd. Onyx clutches at the back of her head, to angry to realize the amount of pain she was in as she clutches at the back of her head, and pulls her hand to her face to see blood. Finally realizing what happened, Onyx drops to a knee and clutches at the back of her as EMT’s rush the ring and begin working on Onyx.

BRIAN MASON: Onyx acted on emotion tonight, and it may have hurt her even more.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, can we please stop with freaky and gory shit for the night. My heart can’t handle this.

Onyx pushes the EMT’s away from her and exits the ring, clutching at the back of her head; the crowd giving her a round of applause as she heads backstage.

WINNERS - ABADDON and FELICITY BANKS (10:10)

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As the scene fades back into the arena "Guap" by. Big Sean immediately hits the PA System causing the arena to fill with nothing but boos. Lyle Risky soon steps out wearing a lime green suit with a navy blue button down shirt as his curly hair flows down. He Laughs as he listens to the boos of the crowd. While he stands there for a moment he shrugs before making his way down the ramp.

ALEXA CORRA: What a rude bunch of cheese cunts.

BRIAN MASON: Rude? Not even! This man single handedly fucked over both Defiance and iGNiTE brands with his little group of followers. Fuck him and fuck those who side with him! You hear that Risky! Fuck you!

RANDY THE PILOT: Mase if you don't sit yo ass down...Finna get your ass fired. Sit there and shut up. Damn bruh.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Houston, TX....HKW's Co-Owner....LYYLLLLEEEEEEEEE RRRIIISSSKKKYYYYYYY!!!!

The fans just get louder after Whisper says his name in result makes Lyle laugh as he reaches the steels steps. Risky then heads up the steel steps and enters the ring. He gives Whisper a light hug as he then hands him a microphone. After Whisper gets out of the ring Lyle looks out to the fans who boo him.

LYLE RISKY: So this is the thanks I get? You must be fuckin' kidding me bruh. I co-build this monster called Hard Knox Wrestling. I give you unbelievable talent and this....This is the thanks I get? Or are you people still a bit sour about Beast Mode and the Seattle Seahawks coming into this shitty cold ass town just to beat Aaron Rodgers' washed up Green Bay Packers' ass?!

Risky chuckles to himself as the crowd boos.

LYLE RISKY: Nah...I get it. This is because of what happened as Divine Supremacy isn't it?

The crowd erupts in boos filled with outrage.

LYLE RISKY: Some of you might say I ruined on of the biggest pay per views of the year. But me...I say I saved it. Yeah, that's right. I fucking saved it just like I've had to save it once before to make some of these nothing ass superstars in the company seem just a bit interesting. Unfortunately, this isn't about saving this company or anything like that. No...This is about showing every one of you and any of those cunts that dare to defy me just who in thee fuck runs things around here!

Lyle snarls as he looks around at the fans.

LYLE RISKY: You have these punk bitches that I brought into HKW think they can just turn their backs on me and get away with it. Then you got these nothing ass general managers who think their over the almighty Riskodamous....Haha. Well that just isn't the fucking case now is it mother fuckers?!

Risky laughs as he twirls the microphone in his hand while the fans boo him.

LYLE RISKY: Now, I didn't come out here to flex on you ho's. Well then again I kinda sort of did. Before Romeo had a bit of accident he came out here thinking he was some kind of big shot. Talkin' like whatever the fuck he says holds some weight around here.

He shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: Sorry to tell you this Romeo, and this goes for your punk ass too Sean so listen the fuck up. You two don't run a goddamn in this company. Me and Brandon do so don't you for a second think you hold any kind of fucking ounce of power over the two of us.

Risky nods as he looks out to the crowd.

LYLE RISKY: So Romeo thinks he can just place people into matches and what not. Well in some ways he can but there's a bit of an issue I have with something he did earlier tonight. He placed Shane Atwater in the HKW World Championship Golden Opportunity match at Dream On.

The crowd cheers which clearly annoys Risky.

LYLE RISKY: Shut the hell up! Sorry to kill the little ounce of pride you people may think you have but I'm here to tell you, Atwater and Romeo's bitch ass THAT isn't happening!

The crowd erupts into boos.

LYLE RISKY: I know someone who I believe is better suited for the Golden Opportunity match. I mean why waste a spot like that on a man who can't even lead his team to victory right?

The crowd boos once again and some even chant "Fuck You Risky".

LYLE RISKY: And who is that man that will replace Atwater in the HKW World Championship Golden Opportunity Match? Alessio Van Duren, that's who!

The fans clearly disagree with this decision and Risky laughs at their frustration.

LYLE RISKY: Now....Romeo did offer Shane Atwater something if he was to win the Brand vs Brand match before Divine Supremacy. And I think that was a number one contendership to the HKW World Championship....Well Shane, I think there's someone better fitted for that honor also.

BRIAN MASON: This is complete bullshit.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shhh.

Risky smirks as he looks around to the crowd.

LYLE RISKY: And that man is none other than Jack Warren!

The fans boo in complete outrage.

LYLE RISKY: Haha, well I can't exactly just hand Warren the number one contender spot now can I? He has to earn it. But I have faith that he can and will earn it. So why do't we go ahead and make a match for Dream On shall we?

He nods to himself.

LYLE RISKY: At Dream On there will be a Number One Contenders Match for the HKW World Championship.....It will be Jack Warren vs..........SHANE ATWATER!

The fans burst into a mixed reaction.

LYLE RISKY: And that ladies and gentlemen....Was a Risky Production.

"Guap" by. Big Sean hits the PA System once again as Risky gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp while the scene fades.
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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is a GLASS TABLES match for the HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

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.

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From the Garden State… She is CAPTAIN HKW… FRAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent…

"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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring, now residing in Miami, Florida...NINA STOKES!

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, her eyes fixed on Fran.


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DING DING DING!


The opening bell tolls and Stokes immediately charges out of her corner after Fran. Fran tries to escape the ring, but Stokes grabs a hold of her hair and pulls her back in the ring. Fran could be heard screaming “Get off my hair YAWL” as Nina grips a tighter hold and fling her across the the ring! Nina mounts right over top of Fran and begins pummeling away with rights and lefts until she picks the “Real” No Limits champion back up to her feet and pushes her back into the corner. Nina hits Fran with a stiff elbow to the face and proceeds to drive her shoulder into Fran’s midsection repeatedly. If that wasn’t enough, Stokes took a few steps back and began whaling away at Fran’s midsection with boxing jabs and forearms until she finally pulled Fran out of the corner and knocked her lights out with a shoot kick to the back of the head.

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn, Nina. She ain’t even giving Fran a chance to breathe!

BRIAN MASON: She’s a killer!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but this girl done competed in like ten matches this weekend. This gotta be all adrenaline.

A sadistic grin forms on Nina’s face as she looks around the ring and sees all the glass tables laying at ringside. She turns her attention back to Fran and picks the Killuminaughty member back to her feet, only to send her to the outside with a hard Irish whip. Nina steps between the ropes, but as soon as her foot touches the apron, Fran grabs a hold of it and rips her down, causing Nina to fall hard to the floor. Fran falls back and leans back against the steps, screaming obscenities in her opponents way.

Fran looks over at the Bloodlust championship then turns attention back to Nina. She stomps on Nina’s stomach and lifts her up to her feet, tossing her head and shoulder first into the the announce table. With Nina grounded, Fran shifted her focus to one of the custom-made glass tables at ringside and walked toward it. She turned it on it’s face and set it up, but before she could turn it upright, Nina came out of nowhere and blasted Fran with a running front dropkick, sending Fran over the protective barricade and into the fans!

BRIAN MASON: Just when it looked like Fran had Nina right where she wanted her, Nina fires right back.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but she’s startin’ to look tired. She can’t even capitalize right now.

Nina fell to a knee but pushed herself back and walked toward the glass table. She turned it up right and pulled it back from the barricade a bit before turning her attention back to Fran. Once Nina reached over the barricade, Fran pulled her arm up and sprayed something in Nina’s eyes!

BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that?!

With Nina blinded and covering her eyes, Fran pushes herself to her feet and shows a can of hairspray in her hand. She tosses it back at the fans and hops over the barricade, then pushes Nina face first into the steel ring post! Fran pointed and laughed at Nina, reaching down to spin her onto her back. Once Nina was on her back, the blood could be seen pouring down her forehead, and down her nose.

RANDY THE PILOT: We got blood!

BRIAN MASON: This means all Fran’s gotta do now is put Nina through the table she’s our very first Bloodlust champion!

Fran laugh and pulls Nina to her feet. She screams some obscenities at the fans before turning Nina around and bashing her face off the ring apron, drenching it with blood. Nina looked like she was ready to fall back, but Fran didn’t release her grip and pulled Nina toward one of the glass tables. Fran nailed Nina with a stiff elbow to the face and proceeded to lay her on the table. Fran hit punched Nina in the face a few more times before good measure and turned around to make her back toward the ring. She hopped onto the apron and stood to her feet before screaming out “NEW BLOODLUST CHAMPION!”

RANDY THE PILOT: Stop wastin’ time, Fran! Get that ass!

Fran looks at Stokes and measures her up before soaring of…

CRASH!!!

Glass shatters, but it’s only Fran who goes through the table! Nina moved out of the way at the last second as she turned around to see the wreckage Fran was in the middle of. Fran screamed as she looked at her arms and body and saw the blood beginning to seep out of her, mainly from her stomach area.

BRIAN MASON: And now they’re both bleeding!

RANDY THE PILOT: Gon be sick…

Fran looks like she’s in shock as she tries to maneuver herself away from all the broke glass, but everywhere she touched...there was glass! Nina looked like she was enjoying what she was seeing, allowing Fran to try and get herself away from dozens of little of piece of glass. Eventually, Nina got sick of waiting on Fran and charged in to blast her with a running boot to the face. Nina grabbed a hold of Fran’s hair and pulled her away from the shattered piece of glass. Fran was bleeding from everywhere as Nina wiped the blood away from her forehead with her free hand and then blasted Fran with a right hand. Nina rolled Fran in the ring and turned her attention to another glass table at ringside.


BRIAN MASON: Seems like Nina’s about to go for the kill.

RANDY THE PILOT: I hope so, bruh. I can’t be seein’ this kinda shit. Got a weak stomach and Alexa ain’t here to comfort me!


Nina lifts the table up and drags it toward the ring. She squats down to lift the end into the ring, but Fran comes out of nowhere and connects with a baseball slide, rickashaying the table back against Nina’s face. Nina falls back into the announcers table as Fran drags the table into the ring, and lifts it by the bottom to set it up in the corner. Nina wills her way toward the ring and slides, but Fran was right there to cut her off with a leg drop to the back of the head.


Fran pushed herself back to her feet and looks at the blood covering her stomach and shoulders. It’s almost as if she snapped at the site of it, and ripped Nina to her feet by her hair. Fran looked for her trademark double knee backbreaker, but Nina held onto the ropes and let Fran land hard on the mat. Fran scrambled to her feet and charged back toward Nina, only to be met with a jumping high knee to the face!


RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t know how this girl Nina still goin’ bruh.

Fran falls back into the glass table and leans back against it. Nina’s eyes light up as she notices Fran in perfect position to go through the table. She slides over to the opposite corner from where Fran was and charges forward….


CRASH!

BRIAN MASON: Oh my god!


Nina goes crashing through the glass table after Fran moves out of her running double knee attack attempt! Shattered pieces of glass were all around Nina as she clutched at her legs while Fran pointed and laughed. She wiped the blood from her arm across her top and made her way toward Nina, ripping her away from the broken glass table.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh...what’s gonna happen if one of these chicks get a piece of glass stuck into them?

BRIAN MASON: Well… Hard Knox Wrestling had a good run.

Fran tells Nina that she’s going to be the Bloodlust champion and steps on her fingers. It’s almost as if the pain barely bothered Nina as she shot back up to her feet and hit Fran with a European uppercut! Fran strikes back with a spinning backhand slap to the face, followed by a kick to the midsection, and then hit a leg snap DDT, smashing Nina’s face off of a piece of glass!

Both competitors were bloody messes, but only Fran was up to her feet. She stumbled back into the corner, woozy from the amount of blood lost. She licks her lips and slides out of the ring. Stumbling around a bit, Fran finally makes it over to one of the glass tables at ringside and starts pulling the table toward the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT: Think that table weigh more than Fran…

BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t rule it out. Fran’s a twig.

RANDY THE PILOT: You watch your mouth before Tony swoops in here and whoops your ass!

Mustering up whatever strength she had left, Fran bends down and lifts the bottom end of the table before sliding it in the ring. Nina finally shows some signs of life as the blood poured down her face. She saw the table next to her, then saw Fran slide in right after. Fran crawled toward Nina, but Nina bent up to her knees and hit Fran with an elbow strike to the face. This rocked Fran, causing to her fall back on her behind. Fran leans forward and blasts Nina with a right hand that knocks her back to the mat! Fran pushes herself back to her feet and hobbled toward Nina, but Nina comes out of nowhere with takedown! Another burst of adrenaline surges through Nina’s body as she clubs away at Fran’s face and hops back to her feet. She screams to a pop from the crowd and turns her attention to Fran.

BRIAN MASON: Where is she pulling this from?!

RANDY THE PILOT: No idea, bruh. I miss Alexa though.

Nina patiently waits for Fran to make back to her feet. Once Fran’s up, Nina stalks her like an animal hunting it’s prey, traps her arms, and hits a release tiger suplex! Fran is out cold as Nina stumbles back to her feet and walks over to the glass table brought in by Fran. She pulls the legs up and puts it up right, then moves it towards one of the nearest corners. With the table in position, she shifts her focus to Fran and grabs her by the hair - pulling outspoken HKW star towards the table. Once there, Nina pulls Fran to her beat and blasts her with a stiff elbow to the face, causing Fran land on the table!

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit! Come on, Fran! Get up!

BRIAN MASON: We might be seconds away from crowning our first Bloodlust champion!

With Fran down, Nina goes to the apron and begins climbing up to the top ropes. Just as she reaches the top, Fran slides off the table and starts climbing up to the top with Nina! Fran hits Nina with an elbow to the midsection and then locks her legs around the ropes to prevent her from falling back. She headbutts Nina and staggers back herself, leaning as far back as she could. Fran uses her back strength to pull herself forward and hits Nina with another right hook, but Nina strikes right back with a left of her own! The two exchange rights and lefts until Fran jabs her thumb into Nina’s eye!

RANDY THE PILOT: GET IT DONE, FRAN!

Nina was temporarily blinded; Fran looking behind her to see the table literally right beneath her. Her lips mumble the words “oh shit” as she turns back to Nina and locks her arm around her head, looking as if she was about to DDT Nina from the top rope and through the glass table!

BRIAN MASON: Uh oh… This looks dangerous…

Fran turns around one more time to double check where the table was, but this costs her as Nina hits her with a liver punch and follows it with one headbutt...and another... and another! Fran leans back, her back nearly touching the table while Nina perches herself up and stands on top of the turnbuckle. She stares at Fran with a sadistic look in her eyes and waves, mouthing the words “it’s over” before leaping up in the air….

RANDY THE PILOT: OH MY GOD!

Nina comes crashing down onto Fran with a huge double foot stomp, sending Fran crashing through the table! Glass shatters everywhere - the referee even getting some rickashaying back at his face...but the match was over!

DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner…. AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION… NIIIIIIIINNNNAAAAAAAAAA STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKES!

The referee immediately checked on both ladies while Whisper Viperi slid the HKW Bloodlust championship into the ring. Neither Nina nor Fran were moving as referee Pinson threw up the “X” sign and on-site EMT’s rushed toward the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT: Holy…. fuck, bruh.

BRIAN MASON: That may have been the most gruesome ending to a match I had ever seen.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ending, ninja! These chicks was bleeding from the first five minutes in! They both gon’ need blood transfusions after this!

The EMT’s rush the ring as Nina finally begins to show some sign life, her eyes widening as she sees the referee holding her Bloodlust championship. He hands it to her as she falls back into the corner while the EMT’s work on Fran, pulling her away from wreckage. Nina sets the championship across her lap as the audience pops big when the champion stands up to her feet on her own free will and raises the Bloodlust championship high in the air.

BRIAN MASON: So much heart in that one.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah? But if she keep wrestling matches like this her career gon’ be a short one.

Nina falls back into the corner as the EMT’s start working on her. Fran was still lifeless as the EMT’s loaded her up onto the stretcher, then proceeded to do the same to Nina.

WINNER AND NEW HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION - NINA STOKES (21:10)

BRIAN MASON: What a night ladies and gentlemen! We’re on the path to Dream On, and --- Wait a minute… I’m being told that there’s something going on backstage!

RANDY THE PILOT: What the hell now, bruh?!

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There is nothing but darkness as you can hear a girl whispering as the sound of items being clanked together can be heard…

CHILD LIKE VOICE: Antai uud tukodi unfairness dinora je'sae nun.

After the words have been spoken a black candle is lit - illuminating Alexa Corra’s face underneath a black hood.

ALEXA CORRA: There has been unfairness done unto me.

CHILD LIKE VOICE: Nu uzpraji anas vengeance buti brought kalv sh'jatau nuyak pjautivas.

Another black candle is lit, showing the face of Zagan Solas with a black hood over her and a smirk on her face.

ZAGAN SOLAS: I asked that vengence be brought down upon my tormentor.

Another black candle is lit, showing the face of Sami wearing a red hood and her eyes are closed.

SAMI: Nu invoke tave karmic forces ant tave kozimos.

ALEXA CORRA: I invoke the karmic forces on the universe.

Another flame pops up showing the face of Sami as she reaches her hand out to Alexa and she hands her MJ’s hair clipping. Sami then brings the hair to her candle’s light and begins to slowly light it on fire.

SAMI: Nu conjure savimi kia dary nuyak vaeka antai sekleti buti naile ir guilt antai sekleti buti submission ir compliance nu point tave chwayat kia karma priaet tauz je'sae tauz zhol sekleti buti brought forth su ny-sh greitis.

ALEXA & ZAGAN: I conjure them to do my bidding. There shall be fear and guilt. There shall be submission and compliance. I point the law to Karma against thee, unto thee it shall be brought forth with much speed.

Tilting her head, Zagan and Alexa begin to hum, closing their eyes as Sami examines the flamed strand of hair in her hand before letting it slip from her fingers and enlightening the outline of a giant pentagram, and in the middle? Is laying the body of MJ Bell. Face down with a red chalk outline on her back, shaped like the universal symbol of Satan. A pentagram with a goat head in the middle of it and six, six, six above it’s head.

SAMI: Retribution buti tave cost nuo nuyak pyktis ir xela j'us. Aras dabar cursed by nun kia lyteti kam tujinti uud wrought sh'jatau nun wo hundred fold. Tegu tauz lyteti nie relief sulig tu'iea guilt ir xela {until} nu tegu zhol buti mazo.

As the words are spoken, the three witches raise their arms as you get a birds eye view of them sitting in between the points of the large pentagram, their heads tilted back, eyes closed.

ALEXA & ZAGAN: Retribution be the cost for my anger and pain. You are now cursed by me, to feel what thou has wrought upon me one hundred fold. Let thee feel no relief from your guilt and pain until I let it be so!

It...was over. The camera zoomed in on the body of MJ Bell, focusing directly on her face. It zoomed in and zoomed in some more until showed nothing but MJ’s eyes...and then it happened. A flash of white light...

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