| DEFIANCE XXIX AFTERMATH | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 1 2015, 11:16 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the HKW superstars after Defiance only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Defiance spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out! |
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| Fran | Mar 2 2015, 01:24 AM Post #2 |
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The Hard Knox Wrestling camera crew took a stroll down to a local Wisconsin clinic where Fran was currently being treated for the multiple injuries she suffered in the Bloodlust Championship glass table match against the new champion, Nina Stokes. As Fran laid in the bed with the sheets covering her cut up back a man stepped forward dressed in nothing but replica No Limits Title belts from the neck down. NO LIMITS AMBASSADOR Hello I'm Jimothy. Um, I'm a University grad who couldn't find any work but Fran here hired me to be her new "No Limits Ambassador." Um basically in her own words she mumbled to me earlier, she has never been in a match like the one she had against HKW Bloodlust Champion, Nina Stokes, at Defiance XXIX. He continued reading the iPhone 6 in his hand. NO LIMITS AMBASSADOR Never before has Fran feared a match but this one presented serious threats to her future as a professional wrestler. She isn't college educated so she doesn't have anything besides this. People seem to forget that she's only 18 years old stepping in between these ropes. She hasn't even become a full adult yet. So she hopes that people realize that she's what she said "a beast yawl." Jimothy scrolled down some more. NO LIMITS AMBASSADOR Fran also told me that it's almost curtains for Onyx Payne's HKW World Heavyweight Championship reign already because in her words...."no one gets lucky twice against HERRRRRRRRRRRRRR FEL FEL CUZ FEL FEL IS 4 EVER CHAMPP YAWLLLLLL!" All of those extra R's included. Suddenly cameras caught Fran slightly sitting up on her hospital bed - she had been sleeping with her No Limits belt as if it were a teddy bear. Fran looked over to the camera with a serious expression on her face. #FRAN /// Stop, No Limits Ambassador. Respect to Nina y'all........ Fran's left arm came into view, it took a few vicious slices from the glass. It was now wrapped in bandages by the doctors. #FRAN /// Nina did what nobody, not none of them midcarders on the Defiance roster could do y'all. Stopped me from becoming a double champion. What FORMER No Limits Champion Colton sure as hell can't do. This the only time I'ma say some fu fu shit like this y'all, that gworl took the fight to me. Don't get shit twisted, I ain't...*cough* neva gonna like her. Tonight was just her time yawl. From here?....... Fran lifted her replica title belt up high. #FRAN /// I continue a fighting No Limits Champ y'all. Whether yawl like it or not the fastest rising star on this brand yawl. Negative attention or positive somebody always got my vagina in they face. So I'ma be champ.... Even if they're tryna force me to defend my NL strap in a ladder match at DREAM ON.....oww...... Fran plopped down to her pillow apparently too banged up to say anything else. |
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| Ryan Corey | Mar 2 2015, 01:31 AM Post #3 |
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Ryan Corey sits in the Infiinite Omega locker rooms (Yes, they need two. Two girls and a guy. Separate changing spaces 'n all) with a towel on his head, his face full of blood and sweat. Next to him stands one of the HKW medical staff, suturing a large open wound on his side. He notices the camera man look in the door hopefully, and waves him in. Camera Guy: "Care to say something, Ryan?" Ryan Corey: "Well, it'll be interesting while getting stitches, but, nothing I haven't done before. Sure. I'll give you something. Give this guy here a chance to finish this one on my side, and when he starts in on the two or three gashes on my back, then I'll talk." The camera man nods dutifully, setting himself up and turning on the camera, watching as Corey winces as the final few stitches are done on his side. Camera Guy: "Did you not get any painkillers before this?" Ryan Corey: *chuckling before speaking* "Nope. Never do. Man enough to take the punishment without drugs, and man enough to take the fixin' without 'em either." Camera Guy: "Oh wow. Not me man. Good on ya though, know what I mean?" Ryan Corey: "I think so, I suppose." The medical guy motions for Corey to sit down on the long wooden bench he has pulled into the middle of the room. He obliges, and the guy sits down behind him. He reaches up and gently pushes on Corey's neck to get him to bend forward, which he does. It makes the towel on his head fall down in a menacing sort of way, obscuring his face form the camera. Ryan Corey: "Well, well, well. Seems as if old Joey Abaddon has a few toys in his toybox now, doesn't he? I have to admit, kid, I like your spunk. I like the fact that you think you can take me out of this sport. But know this....many, many, many men before you have tried, all far better wrestlers and far more evil than you can dream of ever being.....and they all, to a man, have failed." Ryan Corey: "Here I am, Joey. Twenty years and counting. These scars you've added to my back and my side tonight? Nothing more than a few more gravel roads on the road map of scars back there. See, I figure that you, this Mirage character, and these other cartoon characters you have alongside you now are meant to try and drive fear into my heart, make me scared to get in the ring with you, now that you have...." FINGERQUOTESOFDOOM! Ryan Corey: "...a purpose. If your purpose in life is to end my career, then your life will be so very unfulfilling, kid. You can't do what a lot of others have tried to do. Because there's nothing you can do to me to make me want to quit." Ryan Corey: "And I think I've more than proven that you certainly aren't capable of beating me out of this sport. So, what are you going to do now, Joey? Lawyer me out of professional wrestling?" Corey grunts as one of the sutures gets sunk in good and deep, then continues. Ryan Corey: "And what in the blue blazes is this crap with Alexa Corra? She's supposed to be a friggin' commentator, and a wrestler across the damn pond. Well, Ms. Corra, you have made yourself the wrong sort of enemies. Namely, me." Ryan Corey: "You see, my dear, I have no problems coming across the Atlantic and relieving you of that precious belt you wear. If memory serves, I still have ink on an SSWA contract, so before you go thinking hiding in England will work, it won't. Come next Defiance, Alexa....you and me, we'll talk." The medical staffer whispers something to Corey, and he sits back up and stands. Ryan Corey: "Seems as if this guy wants to put some wrap around my ribs, so I'm going to have to cut this short. But Abaddon, if you think you're going to win this war we have, well, my friend....I have but two lonely words for you...." Corey takes the towel off his head, staring directly into the camera lens with his ice-blue eyes. Ryan Corey: "....Dream. On." |
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| Felicity Banks | Mar 2 2015, 01:51 AM Post #4 |
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Infuriated by what happened to her stablemates Talia Valen and Ina Ina, Felicity Banks found herself in the Resch Center parking lot with a long, thick knife in her hand. She was looking for something or someone specific, looking at all the cars as she passed them by. She tossed the hood of her Killuminaughty sweatshirt over her head and continued her search. FELICITY BANKS: I know itās around here somewhere. Ford F150 where are yoooou? Felicity continued her steady pace throughout the parking until she saw a face that she knew and loved. FELICITY BANKS: Ne!!!! Felicity picked up her pace, but didnāt run; seeing as how youāre not supposed to run with scissors, she figured the same rules applied with a knife. FELICITY BANKS: NeNe!!! She yelled again as the camera panned around and showed none other than the returning Neon. Felicity gave her a hug with one arm, keeping the hand holding the knife down. FELICITY BANKS: I saw what you did tonight. Pretty sure you just put everyone on notice too. Exactly what you needed to do too since these molasses covered...fucks are getting too comfortable in my damn company. Neon laughs it off, half hugging Felicity back before looking down and noticing the knife in her other hand, painting a perplexed expression on her face. NEON: Itās good to be back. A lot more fun to be had but I hope the bitch that gets knifed is worth the jail time. Felicity looks down at the knife in her hand and smiles not so innocently. FELICITY BANKS: Oh, yah. This...itās not exactly for someone, but more...something. Actually, maybe you can help me find what Iām looking for. Have you seen a black Ford F150 anywhere? Those hick bastards A.S.H arenāt going to get away with what they did to Ina and Talia. Not on my watch. Felicity pulls on Neonās wrist to have her come along with her. FELICITY BANKS: Walk with me, talk with me. Keep me sane for the time being. As they walk through the parking lot, Felicity continues to look around with Neon doing the same. FELICITY BANKS: Alessioās doing good too. Really didnāt think that a pretty boy like him had that much...spunk, I guess? Like, I knew he was tough and all. I just didnāt expect him to be doing what heās doing in a such a short amount of time. NEON: Iāve known it all along. You know I have the best taste. In everything. Never stops talking about it though. Thinking heās hot shit already. Needs a slap around. Glad to have him smack some of the lames about though. Youāre always doing the craziest stuff though. Funny how everything changes. Neon glances around the parking lot looking for the black Ford F150 before spotting it finally, pointing in its direction. NEON: Over there! Felicity eyes widen, a sick smile forming on her face. FELICITY BANKS: Come on, come on! Felicity picks up her pace and makes her way toward the A.S.H pick up truck with Neon trailing behind. Felicity circled the truck and saw the confederate flag wrapped around the backseat of the car - the smile on her face growing much larger. FELICITY BANKS: This is what happens when you fuck with me. She drives the knife directly into the side of the truck, and then drags it up and down and alllllllllllll around the side. FELICITY BANKS: Stupid peasants. She drives the knife even deeper into the truck and pulled it along until she reached one of the back tires. She smirked and pulled the knife out of the truck, only to jab it right back in the back tire! FELICITY BANKS: Oh, look at that! They have a flat tire! It looks lonely, doesnāt it? She looks at Neon before she spins around to the other side of the truck and jabbed the knife into the next tire. FELICITY BANKS: Hey! Twins! Felicity pulled the knife out once again, circled around the truck and made her way back to Neon. She admired her handiwork, squinting her eyes to make sure it looked juuuuuuuuuust right. FELICITY BANKS: Not bad. Not bad at all. She looked over at Neon and held out of the knife in her direction. FELICITY BANKS: Wanna give it a try? This is kinda helping me with my anger right now. She smiles brightly. FELICITY BANKS: See? All smiles now! Neon laughs before grabbing the knife without hesitation. She walks over to the van with her eyes wide before looking back at Felicity. NEON: Time to get creative. She wields the knife almost like a pen and begins carving something into the side of the truck, laughing as she does so. The metal scratches as the knife scrapes against it and the end result reads āHICKS OUTā. NEON: Thatās sure to send a message but Felicity, you need to finish it in style. Here. . . She looks around looking for something unknown before noticing something and running towards it. Neon picks up a rock that she finds on the floor before running to the front of the car and throwing it through the windshield, shattering it into pieces. She giggles and puts her hands in front of her face as if it was an āaccidentā. NEON: Got a little carried away. Felicity starts cracking up and kicks around the shattered pieces of glass. Suddenly, a swarm of security guards are heard yelling from across the parking lot. SECURITY GUARDS: Hey! You two! What are you doing?! Felicity looks over at Neon wide eyed. FELICITY BANKS: Run! The two take off in the opposite direction of the security guards and make their getaway as the security makes it to the A.S.H truck. They pull out their walkie talkies and page someone before the cameras shut down. Edited by Selena King, Mar 2 2015, 02:18 AM.
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| Shane Atwater | Mar 2 2015, 02:27 AM Post #5 |
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A few moments after the ending of DEFIANCE XXIX... A camera catches up with Shane Atwater, who is pacing back and forth somewhere in the depths of the backstage area at the Resch Center. The anger and annoyance is painted all over Atwater's face as he paces back and forth, seething before he stops, pushing his hair back as his hand comes to rest on the back of his head. "First things first: I told you so. I told you I was going out to that ring tonight, and I was beating Zakk Lewis. Clean. Simple. All the talking, all the grandstanding and finger-pointing, all the shade thrown my way over slights real and imagined...All the revisionist history and chest-puffing buffoonery, none of it meant anything. Not a single thing. You talked, and talked, and talked, Zakk Lewis...and when it came time to back up all that talk? You came up short. Again. I beat you, dead center in the middle of the ring, and made my point. Of course, you took the opportunity to remind you just exactly what kind of an execrable human being you are...But there'll be plenty of time for that receipt to get paid back in full. Plenty of time. Right now...I've got other things on my mind." Shane sighs, chuckling almost morosely. "Jackie Boy. You still running? I hope so. I hope you ran all the way to whatever airport Risky has his private jet parked at for you, and the rest of his cronies. I hope you ran straight out of Wisconsin, all the way back to whatever fucking rock you crawled out from underneath. Because tonight? Tonight, Jackie Boy.... That's your future. From here on out, you make a move, I'm there. Waiting for you. Every where you go, I'm cutting you off before you even make your destination. No matter where you run. DEFIANCE....iGNITE...Hell, you show your face at an SSWA show I'll be there to snap your fucking limbs in Jolly Ol' England. It doesn't matter where you go. I'm going to be there. Anything Risky tries to hand you, I'm taking it away from you. This number one contender's match? This opportunity that's been gift wrapped for you? It's going to blow up in your face. I will be in the fucking ground before I EVER let you even lay a finger on the DEFIANCE World Championship. The days of you living off your own bullshit are gonna come to an end, sooner rather than later. This over-inflated sense of self is going to come crashing down, and this ego of yours that Risky has only made worse? It's going to die a cold, painful death. ANYWHERE YOU GO, JACKIE BOY. ANYTHING YOU DO. I'M GONNA BE THERE. No matter what. Because THAT....that, Jackie Boy, is what you deserve. I told you not to push me. I told you what would happen if you screwed me...if you screwed us. But, being the blatantly ignorant motherfucker you are, you chose not to listen. Actions come with consequences, Jackie Boy. Every single second, of every single day...I'm gonna be breathing down your fucking neck. No matter how hard you run, no matter which of your chucklehead pals get thrown in my way...And then, come Dream On? I'm going to break you. I'm going to bring this whole thing crashing down on your head. When I told you Risky backed the wrong horse...I meant it. When I'm finished with you, this entire investment he's got in you is going to look like the absolute worst idea he's ever had. When I'm finished with you...Lyle Risky is going to wish he'd never even heard the name Jack Warren. So keep right on running, Jackie Boy. Run right through DEFIANCE 30 in Minneapolis, and DEFIANCE 31 in Missouri....Run through House Of Pain, and run right into the heart of Detroit for Dream On...so I can finish this, once and for all. So I can break you down, beat you in the middle of the ring...And claim the number one contendership to the DEFIANCE World Championship. And when I'm finished rendering you a cripple and wiping your HKW career off the map, it'll stand as a stark reminder of two simple words. Words everyone...EVERYONE...better get used to." Shane pauses, focusing on the camera. "Everybody Taps." Cut. |
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| Romeo Price | Mar 2 2015, 02:34 AM Post #6 |
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With the sounds of laughter heard echoing in the background, cameras catch a glimpse of Co-Owner Lyle Risky walking with two females with smiles on their faces while being escorted by the Head of Security RED and his men. As the three get to a black limo Risky opens the door for the two ladies. Without warning the cameraman and shoved hard to the side. Romeo PriceGet out my way! An furious Romeo Price charges past the camera man who regains his composure and keeps his the camera focused on the Defiance General Manager. Romeo PriceBLAKE?! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE?! As Romeo shouts out to Lyle, Risky looks back looking for who called his name. As does RED who sees the pissed off Romeo making his way over with nothing but his button down shirt and sleeves rolled up ready for a fight. RED quickly walks back over waving his hands trying to stop Romeo from coming any closer to Risky. RED's men join him in trying to calm the Defiance General Manager down. RED AYO MR. PRICE YOU GONNA HAVE TO CALM DOWN! CHILL BRUH! I CAN'T LET YOU WALK ANY FURTHER. JUST TURN AROUND BRUH. JUST TURN AROUND. Romeo PriceGet out of my way Lonny! RIGHT GODDAMN NOW! RED YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT BRUH. JUST WALK AWAY. WALK AWAY MR. PRICE. Lyle laughs and shakes his head before getting into limo. Rome begins to sprint towards the car but he is held back by RED's men. Lyle rolls down the window and flashes a sinister smile towards Romeo. Romeo PriceDON'T YOU DARE RUN YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! YOU CAN SEND YOUR DAMN DOGS TO DO YOUR BIDDING BUT YOU CAN'T DO IT YOU'RE GODDAMN SELF?! YOU FUCKING COWARD?! YOU FUCKING PUSSY GET OUT HERE! Lyle chuckles and rolls the window back up before the limo drives away. RED shakes his head and points to the opposite direction. RED C'MON ROMEO. IT'S OVER. HE'S GONE CHILL. GO CALM DOWN BRUH, SHIT. Romeo stares at RED for a minute and holds up his hands showing that he's calmed down. He point over to RED. Romeo PriceIf you dare step between me and whatever the fuck I need to get done Lonny, I'll end your life without a second of hesitation. And that goes for the rest of you gentlemen.... Romeo looks around to the other security guards and grunts before he begins to walk away. The camera stays on RED who turns around and tosses his blacked out Green Bay Packers snapback across the parking lot in frustration. RED FUCK?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE BRUH?! Just as he says that out of no where Romeo reappears on the scene and hits Coma Dreams on RED! The other security guards look down at RED stunned as Romeo gets back up to his feet and stares down at RED. Romeo PriceHmph.... Romeo then walks away as the men go to check on RED. The scene then fades away. Edited by Riskodamous, Mar 2 2015, 01:34 PM.
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| Onyx l Zagan | Mar 2 2015, 10:50 AM Post #7 |
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Onyx is shown in HKWās training room, sitting on a medical table as one of the EMTās is standing behind her and examining the back of her head with staple gun in hand. As he presses the gun against her head, the HKW World champion closes her eyes, tightens her jaw, as she grasps at her knees as the EMT presses the gun against her head making a small clamping sound as the staple is released into her scalp. As she opens her eyes, Onyx exales slowly, her eyes glassy from the tears that were building. ONYX PAYNE: Felicity thinks I am making a mistake by not accepting her offer but, I know what Iām doing. To be the best, you have to beat the best, and what better way to beat Felicity then at her own game? A smirk begins to form on the championās face as the EMT taps her shoulder letting her know he was all done. ONYX PAYNE: She asked me, if the fact that since Fran claims to be the No Limitās champion, if that really makes her the No Limitās champion. Now I have to ask her if her carrying around a useless, meaningless piece of metal makes her a champion. Heh. Funny how when she pulls a Fran no one is there to encourage her behavior. No one tells her congratulations on still being the champion. Felicity wants to hold her title high up in the air and claim that she is the only ārealā champion when sheās not even a champion. Not anymore. But thats how Felicity has always been. A hypocrite. Onyx lets out a laugh as she hops off the table, and begins to gather her things. ONYX PAYNE: I know what she was doing at Divine Supremacy. She was trying to take me out of the equation. In hopes that in some way the title would return back to her like the runner up at beauty pageant. When the Queen can no longer fulfill her duties the runner up takes her spot. But like she did in our match, she underestimated me. My resilience. ONYX PAYNE: Treat others the way you want to be treated /shakes head/ She may want to cover up what she has done to me by trying to put it in a positive light. Saying she was teaching me a lesson, that she was doing what was best for me, or she was looking out for my best interest but, I know the truth. All Felicity cares about is her self, and will do anything that will benefit her when it comes to this business. Setting the world title on her shoulder, she looks at itās plate as she smooths her hand over it. ONYX PAYNE: Now that I have this title, I will make sure that Felicity never gets her hands on it again, and I will continue to show her the same courtesy she has shown me ever since HKW vs. The World. Staples can be replaced, blood can be replenished, and in time, wounds heal. Iām not ready to forgive Felicity for what she has done but, when I do⦠I will never forget. Leaving the training room, the camera zooms in on the blood drips on the medical table before fading out. |
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| MJ Bell | Mar 2 2015, 01:35 PM Post #8 |
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The camera pans up to show MJ who is leaning against a wall. Her eyes are bloodshot as if she has been crying but the rims of her eyes are clear. Cameraman: āMJ, can you tell us what happened after your match with Felicity and Abbadon?ā She remains silent staring out of frame at something. Cameraman: āIs there a reason why you left Ryan alone?ā MJ mouth moves but whatever she says is too quiet for anyone to hear. Cameraman: āCan you tell us what happened with Alexa Corra? It was pretty⦠strange what was seenā¦ā Finally, she turns to fully face the camera and it takes a moment but a smile appears. She tucks some of her blue locks behind her ear. MJ Bell: āIām not sure what you are talking about but Iām great⦠I feel awful about Ryan but weāll discuss it. He knows I had to chase down Alexa. Couldnāt allow her to get away. Iām great though, really.ā MJ is serious but there is something almost rehearsed about the way she speaks. She blinks looking away again before shaking her head. Cameraman: āWhat happened after you found, Alexaā¦?ā MJ Bell: āNothingā¦ā Her eyes dart around before she turns away muttering something before walking away from the camera. The camera shakes a bit before Sami appears staring down towards where MJ had previously gone. The young girl turns back towards the camera, smirks then quickly skips away singing āLaalaaalaaa..ā The camera quickly backs away before cutting off. |
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| Nina Stokes | Mar 2 2015, 11:19 PM Post #9 |
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The camera opens up with a shot of Nina sitting in the locker room. She's heavily bandaged up and exhausted from the long weekend that she's had. She lets out a loud sigh. Nina then glances at the Bloodlust title sitting beside her. She picks it up and places it in her lap. After staring at it for a good long while as smile crosses her face. Nina Stokes: I know people think that I'm out of my mind. She shakes her head, still looking at the belt. Nina Stokes: Shit...it was totally worth it! Nina places the belt back on the bench as she makes it to her feet. She begins to gather her things; as she is distracted, someone quietly enters the room. Unknown: How's it going champ? Nina instantly recognizes the voice. She tries to make a quick turn, but her body doesn't respond as fast as it normally does. Nina Stokes: Bro! Devin Stokes walks over and gives his sister a light hug; he's careful not to injury her further. Nina Stokes: I didn't know you would be here. Devin Stokes: Ha, how could I miss your big night? You were awesome out there. Slightly crazy, but still awesome. She lets out a small laugh. Nina Stokes: Thanks Dev. Things are kind of surreal at the moment. People kept telling me it would, but I sometimes had doubts over whether this day would come. Devin smiles. Devin Stokes: Well, it's here now. Enjoy this moment Harley. Nina Stokes: I will...I will. She turns and grabs her title; before she can grab her things, Devin beats her to the punch. Devin Stokes: I got your bags, just carry that gold. Nina smiles at him as the both walk out of the locker room. |
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