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![]() ![]() Williams Arena, Minneapolis, Minnesota ![]() ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] ![]() “This Calling” by All That Remains plays as we open up the show. The crowd cheers as Zakk Lewis comes out wearing normal clothing. He’s wearing a white t-shirt under a gray hoodie and some blue jeans. He walks out in a good mood this day. Walking down the ramp, he shakes hands with some fans, and then walks towards the ring. BRIAN MASON: Surprised he’s in a good mood even after his loss to Shane Atwater last Defiance. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, maybe he’s just not being a sour puss about it? ALEXA CORRA: That’s a first. He walks into the ring, and is handed a microphone where his music fades. The fans begin to chant Zakk’s name. He grins and puts the microphone to his lips. ZAKK LEWIS: I didn’t come out here to start a usual rant about anything. In fact, I came out here to actually congratulate Shane Atwater on his job well done defeating me at Defiance XXIX. He lowers the microphone to welcome the claps on his sportsmanship. He sighs. ZAKK LEWIS: You know it’s crazy how much life has changed me for me in the past year. You see many people in the back still question my motives or my personality of why I am the way I am. The sincere answer is passion. I’ve always wanted to become a professional wrestler even when my father wanted me to grow up and be a doctor. But I told him that I didn’t want to help heal wounds, I wanted to create them. I wanted to create wounds on my opponents to inflict the fear in their eyes. Because that’s what a professional wrestler does. We all lose sometimes. Hell, I’m sure many people are bummed that Felicity lost the championship. But it’s in the nature of a professional wrestler to lose. No one goes undefeated and retires a hero. We just create an impact and retire a legend. The crowd cheers this and claps. ZAKK LEWIS: So, let’s get with it. Now Shane Atwater is apparently guest commentating for the main event match that I so conveniently am partaking in against Jack Warren. Which is a little messed up giving what Jack Warren is aligning himself up with. But, I’m pretty sure Jack Warren isn’t coming into the match truthfully to prove himself. I’m sure he’s going in there to prove a point for his little clique now. But I’m proud he finally found his people. Even if all them are worthless anyways. The crowd laughs. ZAKK LEWIS: But Shane. You really think that Defiance XXIX was the end to our little corral? Do you believe that I’m not going to get my redemption? Is that the reason why you’re guest commentating? Do you have something else up your sleeve or is this another one of Selena King’s jokes on me? Strange enough I doubt Selena King is playing anymore jokes. I thought her become a boxer was a joke and literally laughed myself to lung surgery when I found out she became a Foxy Boxer. But two fights won. Proved me wrong. But Shane. You haven’t proved me wrong, bud. You haven’t even proved to me you’re a capable fighter. You got ONE win over me. Wow. Let’s all clap hands people for the victory of Shane Atwater over me. Maybe we should also throw the celebration party. Or maybe we should give him one of those really comfortable chairs with a girl or two on the side complimentary to him when he guest commentates later in the night? Why not? I’m sure since how this company pours money on things like rain, they could afford something complimentary like that, right? Zakk then paces. ZAKK LEWIS: Whatever you have planned Shane. You might as well keep it to yourself. The past is the past. We’re talking about NOW. You have one fight over me, and that’s all I need to do for redemption. I’ll be watching at the corner of my eye. Because Jack Warren? You got the main event match with a capable wrestler. You better hope you have something planned. Hopefully not have your buddies attack me. But then again. I’m the real rogue here. And I’ll be prepared. Fight me! Zakk Lewis drops the microphone as his music plays and the crowd cheers. He gets out of the ring and begins to go towards the back. BRIAN MASON: Zakk Lewis showing his dominance again in Hard Knox Wrestling. He shows sportsmanship, but still tells everyone that luck comes into play. That’s what I believe is his mindset. RANDY THE PILOT: Zakk just needs that chance one day. BRIAN MASON: I believe you’re right. Let’s go backstage! ![]() The scene cuts back to Infinite Omega’s locker room where Ryan Corey and Nina Stokes are standing in for MJ Bell who is sitting on a bench appearing confused. Her arms fold over her chest as she shifts on the bench like a child being scolded. NINA STOKES: MJ, dear, I think we need to talk. She glances over at Ryan before turning her gaze back on MJ. NINA STOKES: Sweetie, I guess I'm just going to come out and say it. Ryan and I are a bit concerned about you. You've been acting a bit weird lately, even Kenshin thinks so. Nina reaches out and grabs her hand and MJ gives Nina’s hand a small squeeze. NINA STOKES: I just want to make sure you are okay. MJ BELL: I’m okay I-- Before MJ can continue she is cut off by Nina who grabs her friend’s hand with both of her own. They lock eyes as Nina tries to make sure MJ understands her concern. NINA STOKES: No you’re not dear! Everyone has seen a change in you. I’m worried. RYAN COREY: I’ve already talked to you, MJ. I know something is going on with you and I know who it has to deal with. We need you to understand that you are not okay. There is proof on Twitter. You can’t explain those pictures, can you? MJ stares at the floor with a small frown. Her silence causes Ryan to nod his head as if he figured she had no explanation. RYAN COREY: That is what I thought. Alexa did something. I don’t know what but I’ll get to the bottom of it. Nian turns to Ryan with a sudden furious expression. NINA STOKES: She’s fucking dead, I swear. Ryan goes to answer Nina but MJ stands up from the bench with a stoic expression. She glances from Nina to Ryan before speaking sternly. MJ BELL: That is enough from the both of you. I will handle Alexa myself. Ryan, you have other things to worry about than hunting down Alexa. Nina, you just became Bloodlust Champion and that is where your focus should be. Holding up a title takes a lot of energy. You have people gunning after you now so don’t waste your time with worrying about other people. Do you two understand? I don’t want either one of you concerning yourselves with what is going on with me or what isn’t. We have matches to focus on. This stable’s focus isn’t ‘what the hell is wrong with MJ.’ OUR goal is to take HKW by storm. That is what we are going to do. End of discussion. With that, MJ shakes her head before pushing past the two of them towards the door. Not another word is spoken from the woman as she leaves the locker room. Nina watches as she exits and all she can do is shake her head. She retrieves her Bloodlust title, which had been resting on a near by bench. NINA STOKES: Good luck tonight Ryan. She then exits the locker room as well. We get one more look at Ryan who is rubbing the back of his neck before the scene fades out. ![]() As the scene opens up in the hallways of the backstage area Co-Owner Lyle Risky is scene dressed in a orange suit with a black shirt underneath and hair freshly braided back as he carries a cup of RiskoLean in his right hand. He takes a sip as the ans are heard booing at the sight of him. Lyle doesn't pay it no mind as he continues to walk on. RED: YO! AYO BLAKE! HOLD UP BRUH! Lyle looks behind him to see his best friend that he grew up with and Head of Security RED walking over in all black and a Timberwolves snapback. Risky smiles at first and holds out his hand to shake up with Lonny. LYLE RISKY: Ayyeeee! What's good bruh. You straight? The two friends shake up and RED nods. RED: YEAH I'M GOOD. BUT WHAT I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT IS YOU CUH. Lyle looks a bit confused. He then looks around and points to himself. LYLE RISKY: Who? Me? You? You worried about me? The hell you worried about me for? RED: CAUSE BRUH I MEAN. TOO MUCH SHIT GOING ON AROUND HERE AND YOU DAMN NEAR THE CAUSE OF IT ALL. FIRST IT WAS THAT RIP SHIT. NOW AFTER THEY UP AND LEFT YOU HANGING YOU STARTED CAUSING ALL KINDS OF SHIT. PLOTTING AND SHIT THEN THAT SHIT A DS. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK BRUH? AND GOT THAT GODDAMN NINJA ROMEO GOING THE FUCK OFF AND THEN KNOCKING ME OUT CAUSE HE WAS TRYNA GET TO YOU AND ALL I WAS DOING WAS MY FUCKING JOB. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ALL THIS IS OR WHAT THE HELL YOU GOT GOING BRUH BUT I DON'T LIKE IT BRUH. Risky chuckles and shakes his head. RED: I'M SERIOUS BLAKE. THIS SHIT AIN'T COOL BRUH. YOU KEEP CAUSING ALL THIS SHIT SCREWING NINJAS OVER ON HERE AND OVER ON IGNITE. SOMETHING GONNA HAPPEN TO YO ASS. I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE THESE KIDS OUT HERE DOING YOUR DIRTY WORK AND SHIT BRUH. THAT SHIT IS GONNA COME BACK TO BITE YOU IN THE ASS BRUH FA REAL. YOU NEED TO CHILL OUT WITH THIS SHIT. Risky laughs and holds up his hand. LYLE RISKY: Hold up...Hold up bruh. You see here, I really don't give a goddamn if you worried about me RED. You gotta understand something. I'm fucking untouchable! I'm Risko-Fuckin-Damous! Can't nobody touch me. Can't nobody out smart me. While all these mufuckas think they got shit all figured out...Look what happen when I pulled the goddamn rug from under these ninjas?! They didn't see it fuckin' coming. Don't worry about that bitch Romeo, I got that bitch on check. He ain't and he can't do a goddamn thing to me. Sean Sands either. Fuck em both. Lyle takes a sip from his cup. LYLE RISKY: And if anything nigga you best be worried about keeping yo goddamn job. I got you this motherfucker. I got on Trap House. I made your ass relevant. You come at me with this bullshit and I'll toss your ass right back out on the street, ya feel me? Now get back to work. I ain't got time for this bull shit. Risky walks off as RED stands there in disbelief that his friend even said that to him. The scene then fades as RED begins to walk away shaking his head. ![]() vs. ![]() NEON started off the contest with some fire getting right in the face of Virgil Pryce telling him that this was her match to win. She then slapped him in the face lightly. Following that VIP looked out to the crowd who let out a collective “oooooh!” With a burst of energy VIP leaped up into the air landing on top of NEON planting a series of rights and lefts in her face. From there he controlled the pace of the match hitting a multitude of arm drags before hitting an Implant DDT right in the middle of the ring but it was not enough to put the former PDW Cyber Champion away! Later in the match NEON made a comeback with a discus clothesline out of nowhere that sent Virgil down to the canvas! The woman who referred to herself simply as “Trouble” now had control landing an Axe Kick and a standing knee drop to the back of VIP’s head. Though VIP tried to make a comeback with a surprise float over DDT at the end NEON stopped his flow with a harsh knee to the gut before running across the ring to bounce her back off the ropes and drop VIP face first onto the canvas with her LIGHTS OUT scissors kick for the three and a win to kick off Defiance! Winner via pinfall - NEON (6:11) ![]() Defiance returns from commercial break only for cameras to cut right to “HKW No Limits Champion” Fran’s face as she stood in the center of the ring surrounded by cameramen. She was dressed in casual ripped black jeans along with a Killuminaughty hooded sweater, a microphone in hand. Also, she held what she claimed to be the most important of her possessions slung over her shoulder. The No Limits title replica belt. Fran looked out to the crowd. FRANCESCA: Ladies and gentlefuckertinypenises put y’all...HEY...shut up y’all I’m finna tell y’all something that’s realla real poppin’ y’all. Not a shitty mixtape. Something legit y’all. The audience broke out into boos showing hatred for the Captain. FRANCESCA: Tonight I’m gon welcome the woman who been putting this No Limits division back on everyone radar; the title win celebration is finally here. So y’all put yawl hands together for GOD y’all. The NEW NO LIMITS CHAMPION, FRANNNNNNN! Fran placed the microphone down on the canvas, walked ALL the way up the ramp and past the curtains. Only for “Smack You” to blare through the P.A. System. Fran made her way BACK from behind the curtains raising her replica belt up high - receiving more boos as she walked down to the ring. Once she got back into the ring she picked the microphone back up. FRANCESCA: Thank y’all for the good ass introduction. Truth be told I ain’t N E V A even expect HKW to set somebody up to introduce me the way they did. As God? Yo, that’s why I MESSES with Hard Knox, man. They always looking out when they know I deserve somethin’ out on these skreetz. She shrugged lightly as the audience within the jam packed FRANCESCA: They ain’t off doe I AM God. Not a weak ass Goddess. GAWD. Hell, I think I’ma keep that shit...why? Cause I walked on water and thru fiyah to TRASH Cotton Sterling and Nina Stokes to get this strap just like GAWD gave Nina respect when she managed to slip and slide ha half nigga half chopped shi suy ass into getting that Bloodlust strap over me yawl. Even though niggas is sore losers, they ain’t tryna give props where props is due, I gotta come out here and make some shit perfectly clear to y’all. Pacing back and forth Fran continued. FRANCESCA: When GAWD first got into this business ain’t a damn SOUL was finna help ha. People said I was too dumb to make it. But I got a couple people on #TEAMFRAN y’all. Tony took me in when I ain’t have nowhere to stay, Star old sexy ass taught me how to PUT THAT TWEEEEEERRRK on y’all retarded ass people asses in between them ropes when I grab yo ass hold that ass in position and drop you with the YASSSSSSSSSSSS JESASSSSSSS. Ain’t forgetting the Banks fam either man cause they was on my squad bruh. BB and Ronnie was there but FEL FEL was there even more than them. She took me unda ha wing when I was rotting on that thing yawl call the midcard. Pero, when she talked to me she let GAWD know that it’s easy to take over this Shakespearean tragedy we call the Defiance roster just like we took ova that thing y’all call Japan. And I DID take over Defiance yawl. Backing up a few steps Fran pointed at her championship belt - looking as if her head were about to explode. FRANCESCA: NOW. NOW. NOWWW niggas feeling to toss GAWD challenges left and right y’all. First they gon make me PUT UP my No Limits Championship in some Golden Opportunity jawn at Dream Oawwwwn. It came out of nowhere y’all cause I thought I was gon give Cotton Starboy his rematch for my strap. Fine y’all I’m finna RETAIN my jawn easily. But now they havin’ some type of No Limits Contender jawn to see what OTHER midcarder think they tryna step up to come for ya girl. Shaking her head rapidly with a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her cheek Fran yelled at the top of her lungs. FRANCESCA: THEY AWL BOUTTA GET THAT WERK! Fran lowered the replica belt then held it out to the camera. FRANCESCA: This division is MAI division now y’all. Ain’t gon be no more patty cake, no friends, we ain’t playing second fiddle to no other god damn division. Now that Fran got this jawn the No Limits division is the NEW NEW y’all. The new goal of every wrestler that’s finna step thru those curtains. So y’all be ready cause the #EraOfGAWD is gon catch HEAT nigga….. At that Fran tossed her microphone down to the canvas for the last time as “Smack You” resumed throughout the arena. Allowing the scene to shift to something else. ![]() Backstage, Nero Darling is pacing with her phone in her hand. The contact up on her phone is Brandon Banks but she hasn’t pressed dial yet. She sighs softly, hands shaking around the phone as she brushes back a wisp of blue hair that escaped from the messy bun at the top of her head. NERO DARLING: So, Mr. Bwandon… fank yew for the opportunity but… no, that’s not right. She paces again, her eyebrows knitting together as she tries to think. NERO DARLING: Mr. Bwandon… I’ve been thinking and I dun wanna wrestle no moars. Shaking her head again, Nero just stares down at the phone. NERO DARLING: Mr. Bwandon… so, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but… I’m scared. She frowns as she realizes how true that is. She’s never wrestled outside of KWI and with the situation in Japan, not only is her confidence shaken but her very foundation was shaken down to it’s core. She was afraid to step in the ring for a fight. Especially in a place like HKW. A place that she had been there from the very beginning for, watching it grow as Brandon’s personal assistant. A place that had been her dream when she’d started wrestling school. With another sigh, Nero shoves her phone in her pocket and disappears into her locker room. ![]() Scene opens up with Jack Warren and Alessio Van Duren in a locker room conversing. Then at that second, the tall mobster Tony Capone, walks on scene gaining huge heat from the crowd. He rubs his hands like Birdman. TONY CAPONE: Alright boys. It’s time for tonight. Jack. Don’t even worry about Zakk. But surely you know this. JACK WARREN: I do. TONY CAPONE: But don’t worry. If anything goes out of hand. Just know….. Someone’s watching. JACK WARREN: Got it. TONY CAPONE: And Shane? Well…… Shane’s not our problem. Whatever corral him and Zakk have is irrelevant for us. You? You just go in there and win. That’s all people need to see is winners. Am I right? Am I right? Yeeeeeee.. Then it was that second, someone had opened the door and all focused their eyes on who it was. Tony then see it’s Romeo Price. TONY CAPONE: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the secret a… Whoops. If it isn’t the General Manager… To what do we owe the honor to grace us with your presence? Romeo looks around the locker room but more so Alessio van Duren who helped Cyber Champion Banahan, Cole attack him last episode of Defiance. Hearing Capone almost refer to him as “Secret Agent” causes the Defiance General Manager to chuckle. ROMEO PRICE: Haha, thanks for the greeting Mr. Castro...Or should I say, Mr. Capone? Hmph… Warren looks over to Price with his nose up in the air and Alessio looks as if he’s ready to strike Romeo for knocking him out last week. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. van Duren…. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: You lost or something? ROMEO PRICE: I’m not actually. Don’t worry Alessio, I’m not here for you. Or you Mr. Warren…..But I am here for you Mr. Capone. TONY CAPONE: Oh? And what did you want with me? Romeo smirks as he looks over to Capone. ROMEO PRICE: With your actions last week during Mr. van Duren’s match against VIP and your involvement in this whole debacle of being in bed with Bridges. I am not willing to risk the chances of you effecting either of these gentlemen’s matches. So….Mr. Capone who hereby banned from tonight festivities…. Then at that second, RED and Tony Bravo come in with their security shirts on. Tony starts to laugh. TONY CAPONE: What is this? The Yin and Yang of Day-Day and Craig? I’m assuming RED here is Craig. RED shakes his head. RED: TIME TO GO BRUH Capone begins to laugh. TONY BRAVO: hurm… what you laughing about? Capone ignores the two security, and gets in the face of Romeo. TONY CAPONE: You know, Romeo. You realize I’m more than capable of spilling your deepest and darkest secrets. You don’t think I would? How about I could spill the biggest secret your old friend… Wasn’t he in… Anubis Pyramid too? His whole family. Image. Life would crumble. Then you… I have many.. Many secrets that I could tell the whole world that would make your life a little more harder than it already is. But you know what. Security try to take Capone, but Capone snaps his fingers and points at Bravo to keep his hands off him. He then looks back at Romeo. TONY CAPONE: Don’t underestimate me, Price. But, I’m sure you’ll let me stay unless you want your secrets out? Romeo doesn’t look phased at this at all. Capone laughs, then at that second. Jesse Lewis walks in. Capone begins to laugh. TONY CAPONE: It’s a party of guests isn’t it. How you doing Do-----Director of Operations. Jesse looks at him with the most evil eyes ever. TONY CAPONE: What are you going to do? Heh? Price motions for security to take him away. RED then comes up behind Capone. TONY CAPONE: You fucking touch me, and I’ll have you killed right now. You can hear the crowd in the background murmur. Capone then looks at Jesse who still looks at Capone with evil eyes and no emotion. Capone nods his head as he looks over to Jack. TONY CAPONE: You know what to do. He looks over at Romeo Price. TONY CAPONE: You win this time. But next time…… It’s buh-bye. He then looks at Jesse. TONY CAPONE: Hope you have a good night…… Mister L...Louie. Jesse is seen clenching a fist. Capone laughs as he walks past them. Alessio and Jack Warren look on in rage. JACK WARREN: You know Risky isn’t gonna like this Price. You know this gonna blow right back in your goddamn face. Romeo chuckles and turns to walk away with Jesse. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….. The scene the fades as the locker room door closes behind them. ![]() vs. ![]() This was said to be a solid back and forth tag team contest with the newest HKW team, Kochanki, looking impressive against the established tag team in the Generation of Miracles. Leander and Vanessa showed off their wide array of double team maneuvers, but Kochanki showed the World that they weren't in HKW to be looked over. They were here to be a part of HKW's tag team division! The finish one of the Kochanki sisters get tossed out of the ring by Leander Apollo. The two went at it on the outside, and with the referee distracted by the two, RIP member Leifi Maivia made his way to the ring and speared the life out of Vanessa Cade when the referees back was turned! Amelia Zuraw had no idea what happened, but she climbed up to the top rope and hit a beautiful Senton bomb for the three! After the match, the Kochanki sisters finally realized what happened when they noticed Leifi standing atop the ramp, pointing and laughing at the fallen Miracle. Leander slid into the ring and helped his partner to her feet, staring a hole through Leifi as Defiance went to commercial. Winner via pinfall - KOCHANKI (8:31) ![]() COLTON STERLING: Yeah, I just got here. HKW No Limits Champion, Colton Sterling, is seen walking the halls of the arena, No Limits championship over his right shoulder, before he stops by one of the large televisions that shows all of the action at ringside. His cell is pressed against to his ear and there’s a smirk on his face as he seems to be talking to someone familiar. COLTON STERLING: Yeah, I’ll keep eyes on the back of my head. There’s a response and Colton chuckles. COLTON STERLING: I’ll make sure that if I cross her path, I let her know that. Bye. Sterling then shuts off the phone before he slides it into his pocket and turns his attention back to the television. Heath was walking up the hall when he sees Colton watching the television. HEATH HARPER: I wouldn't be watching porn if I was you and had a bitch like you do. Tapping him on the shoulder, Heath just stands there and smirks. Colton turns and sees it’s Heath Harper before he looks at one of the cameras nearby and says “this guy” before turning his attention back to the mustached man. COLTON STERLING: Heath, so good to see you. Not really surprised your opening line in this conversation was about porn and my...girlfriend. Would have been uncharacteristic of you to say something that didn’t sound extremely misogynistic. What can I do for you? Besides teach you to be respectful of women, of course. HEATH HARPER: Pff. Respectful of women. I'm respectful of a few but not all of them deserve respect. Heath just shrugs his shoulders. HEATH HARPER: You could give me your girls number. Maybe she'd be honored to have a real man for a change. A handsome gentlemen at that too. Sterling snorts before he lets out a chuckle. COLTON STERLING: Oh, man. That’s real rich. You see, a real man usually has backbone, something you prove to be missing with that little cheap shot of yours two weeks ago after our tag match. A real man is supposed to have respect for all sexes, races, nationalities, et cetera. You, my Mr. Monopoly looking friend, are not a real man. But I’m sure the next thing you’ll say is that you’re more of a man than me. Heard that before. Not impressed. Not even really bothered by it. Colt shrugs. COLTON STERLING: But I’m sure you’re not really bothered about what I think of you. You’re just here to try and rile me up and see how it works for you. Because, like everyone else in your match, you believe that you can be the new number one contender to my championship belt. The one I’ve held for 233 days and counting. Don’t blame you for trying that either. But in the end, you’re trying to rile up someone who has dealt with people way worse than you. Probably not as big of pigs as you are, but you get the point. Heath just laughs. It takes a moment or two for him to compose himself. HEATH HARPER: That attack on you was just a gift. You see I could've done much worse but I didn't. Therefore that's why it was a gift rather than a cheap shot my friend. As for your speech about who I should respect, you shouldn't have wasted your breath. It means nothing to me. Women are objects of desire for me. If I tell them to do something, they do it. Heath chuckles. HEATH HARPER: I also should warn you to stop flirting with me. I am not Prince MacRear, my amazing ass is a one way exit. You even try anything like that and I'll not only end you but your woman too. It's cool, I don't blame you for being attracted to me. It's what I get for being so handsome, it's a gift I guess. Standing there smirking, Heath starts to twirl his mustache. Colton just gives him a “is this bitch serious?” look before he speaks again. COLTON STERLING: Honestly, pretty sure anything I say isn’t going to get through that thick skull of yours. The whole “I’m attracted to you” thing was funny back in like, middle school. But it seems to me that that’s where you’re stuck...mentally, at least. Did you hear any of that? Colton waits for a response, but shakes his head and stops Heath before he can respond. COLTON STERLING: Don’t answer that because I know it’s going to be some kind of middle school insult followed by you pointing out your.... Sterling air quotes with his fingers. COLTON STERLING: ...”good looks”. So instead, I’ll leave you with this. If you win this number one contender’s match, get ready to have your plate really full, because for 233 days, not single person has been able to take this championship. Put all hands on deck because you’re going to be in for a lot of physical hell should you get the opportunity to face me. And trust me when I tell you this, I’d love nothing more than for you to win this contender’s match, just so that I can get the opportunity to shut you the hell up. Sterling smirks. COLTON STERLING: And if you lose this match, I hear there’s some crazy blonde that I defeated a few weeks back carrying around a plastic replica of my belt. Maybe you can get a shot at that. Good luck out there, Rich Uncle Pennybags. The No Limits champion slaps the shoulder of who could possibly be his future challenger, before he brushes past him and heads off, a smile on his face. HEATH HARPER: He really just wished me luck. What a fool. Luck is for bitches. I ain't no bitch. Guess I better beat two bitches that do need luck just so I can shut this kid up. Chuckling to himself, Heath walks off in the opposite direction shaking his head. ![]() vs. ![]() The match starts when the two lock up in the center of the ring, Lamar immediately taking control with a wrist lock. Staying in control, Lamar pushed Nero back into the ropes, feigning an Irish Whip before slamming Nero onto the canvas with a quick transition into an Arm Drag. Before Nero could even recover, Lamar pounced, quickly binding his arms around Nero’s head into a sleeper as she sat up. Nero began to rock side to side as she attempted to free herself from the hold, the fans of the arena beginning to clap rhythmically in support. Eventually, Nero managed to get her feet underneath her as the two opponent slowly raised up to a vertical base with Lamar keeping his sleeper synched in. At least, until Nero quickly sat back down onto the mat, managing to get a stunner in on Lamar, who stayed doubled over for a moment as he held his jaw, allowing Nero to roll back and follow up with a nasty kick to Lamar’s noggin. Nero immediately jumped to her feet as Lamar staggered back against the ropes. She immediately went on the attack, Nero now pelting Lamar’s chest and midsection with continuous heavy kicks, each one hitting with an even louder thud as the crowd groaned in response. After pelting him for several minutes, she bound her arm around her opponent’s head, throwing his arm over her neck and throwing Lamar behind her with a quick suplex. Quickly following up, Nero kipped back up to her feet, the roles being reversed now as Lamar found himself on the defensive on the mat, Nero once again pelting her opponent with kicks, now to the back. Her kicks began to grow more and more aggressive, now even beginning to kick him in the back of the head as well, the crowd no longer groaning or cheering along anymore. Now more so yelling for Nero to stop. Even the referee began to yell at Nero to back off as she was now exclusively pelting the side of Lamar’s head with her powerful kicks as her opponent was practically slumped over in a heap on the mat at this point. Eventually the referee had to forcibly back Nero into a corner so that he could check on the downed Lamar. It didn’t take long to realize Lamar was unresponsive, and the referee called for the bell. Returning to Nero in the corner, he raised her hand in victory, the official call of the match being stoppage due to Knock Out. Winner via referee stoppage - NERO DARLING (7:11) ![]() Cameras make it to the backstage area where Felicity Banks was shown visiting one of the concession stands. She has her custom Queen B Championship wrapped around her shoulder, dressed in windbreakers and a “Felony-X” t-shirt. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously...it does not take twenty minutes to make a milkshake! I’ll have you fired if I don’t have my milkshake in thirty...twenty-nine….twenty-eight seconds! She continues her countdown, but finally gets her milkshake ten seconds later. FELICITY BANKS: About damn time. You’re not getting paid, though. Maybe this will teach you to hurry the hell up when there’s royalty in your presence! Felicity pulls out two straws from the holder and spins around. She takes off down the hallway; sipping away on her milkshake. She makes it down to the locker room wing of the arena and sees none other than her opponent, Aurora Master, standing only about twenty feet away from her. FELICITY BANKS: ...peasant. I should just run up to her and dump this milkshake all in her hair. Felicity steps forward, getting closer and closer to Aurora Master. FELICITY BANKS: Too good to go to waste time on an in-- AURORA MASTER: --ferior one! Aurora spins around and locks eyes with Felicity. The former HKW World Champion stops her pace, squinting her eyes at her future opponent. FELICITY BANKS: Hmph. Did I allow you to look at me?! No? Didn’t think so. Turn around! AURORA MASTER: Ah! You should be honored that someone as Superior as me would even glance at you! Which just happened, so you can actually die now and your life will be complete. Aurora shushes her with a hand move. AURORA MASTER: Shoo! Go die now! Felicity’s eyes bulge wide open. She squints her eyes some more and circles around Aurora; staring her up and down. FELICITY BANKS: You have exactly fifteen seconds to get on your knees and bow down to your superior! Your QUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Felicity finally gets back in front of Aurora. FELICITY BANKS: Fifteen… fourteen… AURORA MASTER: Your queen?! No, I won’t bow down to anyone, if anyone is bowing, it’s you to my superiority! Aurora raises her neck and points to the ground. AURORA MASTER: Now… BOW! Felicity looks down at the ground, and then back up at Aurora. She looks back at the ground and raises her head, laughing hysterically over Aurora’s demands. FELICITY BANKS: Hahaahhaa. You’re kidding, right? Ten, nine, eight… I’ll give you five extra seconds…. Felicity clears her throat. FELICITY BANKS: TEN….NINE...YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DO IT ARE YOOOOOUUUUU?! AURORA MASTER: I never bow. Aurora raises her title. AURORA MASTER: I AM THE SUPERIOR ONE! Felicity scoffs and raises her Queen of HKW title high in the air. FELICITY BANKS: I’M THE QUEEN OF HKW! I RULE THIS COMPANY! I AM THHHHHHEEEEEEEEE BAR! Felicity points and laughs at Aurora. FELICITY BANKS: You?! SUPERIOR!? Hah! You are no Felicity Banks. You’re not even a Carnival. She looks up at Aurora’s Championship and scoffs once more. FELICITY BANKS: You disgust me...peasant. Now move out of my way before I make it so you don’t make it to our match. Aurora puts her face just a inch away from Felicity. AURORA MASTER: Did you just compare me to my inferior sister, you inferior? Hmpf, I won’t spend more of my time on you. Aurora gives Felicity a push with her shoulder and leaves. FELICITY BANKS: Hmph. The former World Champion watches Aurora leave as the scene fades. |
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![]() As the scene slowly fades into the office of Co-Owners Brandon Banks & Lyle Risky the two men are seen sitting behind their respected desk. Risky is seen sipping on his RiskoLean and Banks is seen lighting up his blunt. The room is filled with smoke, they’ve been hanging out here for a while. Lyle looks down to his cup and begins to make the liquid go around in the RiskoCup. LYLE RISKY: Shit bruh. You know what would be cold as fuck? I mean like fa real fa real. You know what would be like legit as fuck bruh. What if them ninjas Robocop and them Terminators were real bruh. Risky takes another sip and giggles. LYLE RISKY: Imagine a metalic ass mufucka was just walking down the street and try and talk to you with that computer ass voice. Got that autotune voice or some shit. Lyle holds up a finger. LYLE RISKY: Nah bruh hold up. I got it. What if...Transformers were real? YOOOO?! BRRRUUUHHHHHH WHAT IF OPTIMUS PRIME IS REAL?! Brandon puffs away on his blunt, deep in thought after hearing Risky’s ideas. BRANDON BANKS: Shit, yo. Who you think would win in a fight? Robocop, Termination… or Iron Man? Right when Risky was about to respond Damien Marks and a few crew works bust into the office and Risky jumps sets his cup down and jumps out of the chair. He ducks under his desk and hides. DAMIEN MARKS: ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! Let’s get this motha fuckin’ Realla Real Craps Tournament Started! TECH GUY #1: Hey Damien, you sure we should even be in here? As Damien pulls out some dice he shakes his head. DAMIEN MARKS: Nigga if you don’t stop being a fuckin’ bitch. Told you these niggas ain’t ever here in they office. I do this shit all the damn time with a few niggas. Ask Tony he know. Now, y’all niggas know the rules. A hunnad to get ya in and a fitty will get you ass put on the sidelines. Brandon looks over and clears his throat causing a few of the crew workers to jump and turn. As they see Banks sitting there staring at them their eyes widen knowing they was caught. DAMIEN MARKS: Yeah bitch nigga. I said a hunnad to get in. If you can’t afford it, get yo Ashy Larry ass out the goddamn room. Banks looks over at Risky and points at Damien. BRANDON BANKS: And this mofo was just talkin’ about he deserves this and that. What the hell are you doin’, Damien?!? Risky pokes his head up to see there was no robots in the room and sees Damien blowing on some dice ready to roll. He quickly pops up and slams his fist on the desk. LYLE RISKY: THE FUCK GOING ON!? Damien jumps as he hears both of his bosses voices and turns around shocked to see them. DAMIEN MARKS: What the….Uh..Uh… Damien looks over to Tony the Cameraman. DAMIEN MARKS: Shit nigga hurry up and get that camera on. He then looks over to the angry Banks and Risky while sliding the pair of dice back in his pocket. DAMIEN MARKS: Ayyeeeeeeee! My niggas Bubbly Bitch and Laquisha Risk. When y’all get here? Nah sike fa real though I was just coming over here to get a little exclusive interview with the top two guys in the company. What do ya say? A interview with Realla Real? Banks looks over at the camera man and flails his arm. BRANDON BANKS: Fuck outta here. I don’t wanna be on no damn camera unless I’m firin someone. Banks glares over at Damien. BRANDON BANKS: And right now, you’re pretty damn close to bein’ the next person that gets canned. Stop fuckin’ around Damien. Banks turns around and walks back toward his desk. DAMIEN MARKS: AYOOOO! C’mon bruh! You just got back from ya little bum ass hiatus. Why not shed some light to these bitch ass niggas on how it feels to be back with ya boy… Risky crosses his arms. DAMIEN MARKS: ...Risko. C’mon y’all. LYLE RISKY: How we supposed to trust you to be the head of communications when you over here tryna have some ghetto ass craps tournament in our fucking office Damien?! I swear….So many damn times I wanna just toss you the fuck out of a window. BRANDON BANKS: EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! Banks was heard screaming from the other side of the office. BOUTTA DO IT IN TEN MINUTES. THERE’S SOME LIGHT SHED FOR YA MAWFUCKA. DAMIEN MARKS: Man y’all niggas trippin. Here I am tryna do y’all a civil fuckin’ service and give you a goddamn interview. Shakes his head and mutters something under his breath. LYLE RISKY: The fuck you say? DAMIEN MARKS: NOTHING DAMN! Shit...C’mon Tony. Told you these bums ain’t bout that life. BRANDON BANKS: NAH GET YA ASS OVER HERE! I’M BORED ANYWAY! Banks was heard yelling from across the office. Damien smirks and turns back around heading back towards the owners. DAMIEN MARKS: AAYYEE! I knew yo punk ass would come around. No what’s good fam? You finally back? Like...Back for good? Or you gon’ pack yo bags and leave again cause you can’t deal with the workload? Banks leans back in his chair and shrugs off Damien’s comments. BRANDON BANKS: I don’t even know. This shit gets boring to me honestly. I got better shit to do than babysit. All these ninjas still kids to me. Like you. Banks points and laughs at Damien. BRANDON BANKS: You’re like that kid that talks reckless, but beneath all that is type bitch. ,Truth be told I don’t know how the hell your ass has a job. And you want a promotion? Shit, Risky did he already get that promotion??? Banks shakes his head and points his finger at Damien. BRANDON BANKS: Know what? Screw it. You want a promotion? I’ll give you ya damn promotion. All you gotta do is act like a damn professional from now until… Dream On. When Dream On is done - 12:00 AM Monday you get your new deal. You slip? Shit, I’ll make you a damn janitor. Banks laughs, looking over in Risky’s direction. BRANDON BANKS: Don’t give a fuck whose homeboy this is, but he ain’t talkin’ no shit to me. Damien’s jaw drops. DAMIEN MARKS: BRUH WHAT?! YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! Risky sips his lean and shrugs LYLE RISKY: What you thought this was? Cause Kenzie got fired and you tweetin you want this and that you automatically get it? Fuck outta here Damien. There ain’t a damn soul in this company who hasn’t worked for theres. Now get the fuck out of our office and remember….Them mops are a one slip away from claimin’ yo ass. Damien looks over to Brandon and back to Risky with his face all screwed up ready to say something. He shakes his head and begins to storm out the office. DAMIEN MARKS: This some bullshit. Turn that goddamn camera off Tony. The scene quickly fades to black. ![]() The titan tron comes on to show the smiling HKW World Champion wearing a R.E.A.F.E.R shirt causing the fans to come alive at her presence as she waves. ONYX PAYNE: I have to say that it’s great to be here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Everyone has been so warm and welcoming… It makes the fact that me not being able to compete tonight even harder, but I just had to be here. Not only is it my duty as your champion but it is still my job to entertain you. So tonight... I have something in store for you. The fans cheer gets a little louder at the mere announcement that she has something planned for them. ONYX PAYNE: You see, ever since Divine Supremacy I have been trying to be a good friend to my frenemy, Felicity Banks. I’ve been trying to show her the same courtesy she has given me, and teach her lessons that she has taught me, but have obviously forgotten her self. At Divine Supremacy, I taught Felicity that she wasn’t unbeatable. Last Defiance, I taught her that she wasn’t untouchable. So tonight, I’m going to relive a lesson she was so generous to teach me at HKW vs. The World. I even had to “call up” an old friend to help me. Onyx bends down out of view, and when she comes back up she slowly begins to lift up a black steel chair that reads across the seat in red baseball like font ‘Charity’ . ONYX PAYNE: You remember Charity don’t you, Felicity? Do you remember the lesson you taught me with her? Do you remember how you demanded me to thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson with her assistance? If not…/shrugs/ I am more than willing to help you refresh your memory. Smiling, she rubs her free hand over the the lettering before lowering the chair back down out of view. ONYX PAYNE: Now, after I am done teaching you I’m not going to demand a thank you out of you, because I am your friend. And friends shouldn’t have to say thank you to one another right? They should already know that their friend appreciates what they are trying to do for them, and that they only have their best interest at heart. Putting her hands over her heart, Onyx bats her eyes a bit as her brow knotted in a sad yet cute fashion before she puts out a hand as though she is telling someone to stop. ONYX PAYNE: I would… I would like to say thank you to you, however Felicity. Because I know how much you like hearing it, and how much you need to know that you are appreciated. That your good deeds aren’t going unnoticed. I want to thank you for trying to help me remove the staples from my head. Like you, I want them gone to, because they are just a constant reminder of how I almost lost you, my friend. And, I know only a true friend would want their friend to get better, and to overcome what ever comes their way. Rather it be... Future anger management classes or... something as simple as waiting for a wound to heal. So thank you. Thank you for being there and being as impatient as I am to getting these things removed from my head. Running a hand through her hair, Onyx kind of laughs as she adjust the HKW World championship on her shoulder. ONYX PAYNE: The lesson I want to teach Felicity isn’t the only reason why I’m here. Not only am I here to help my dear friend out, but I am also here to get a good look at two men who may be my future opponents. Shane Atwater and Jack Warren. They have a match at Dream On that will determine which one of them will become number one contender for my HKW World title. Onyx looks at the championship laying comfortably on her shoulder as the crowd begins to cheer a bit louder before she looks back in their direction. ONYX PAYNE: Even though they aren’t facing each other here tonight, it will still be interesting to see what Shane will do with the power he has been given as the special guest referee, and it will be interesting to see how Jack handles him self in that situation. Will Shane cheat Jack? Will Jack snap and go after Shane? There are so many possibilities, and I can’t wait to see it all unfold up close and personal from the front row. Just then the titan tron cuts out to show Onyx’s titantron as ‘Salt of the Earth’ begins to fill the arena as a spot light begins to scan the arena in search of the World Champion. BRIAN MASON: It’s a blackout here in Minnesota! ALEXA CORRA: Good. This is the most I’ve enjoyed looking at Onyx since she got here. Suddenly, a section of the crowd begins to really roar out their excitement, the spotlight finally finds Onyx walking down through the crowd carrying Charity with her as she makes her way towards the barricade. ALEXA CORRA: Well, I enjoyed it while it lasted. BRIAN MASON: Looks like the World Champion is really going to be enjoying the show with the rest of the fans! Should make for a much more interesting night! When she gets up to the front row, she asks some of the fans to scootch over, which they do so without hesitation as she unfolds Charity right in the front row and takes a seat, propping her Jordan covered feet up on the barricade as she sits back and relaxes as the fans around her shake her hand, high fives her, and begin to talk to her about anything and everything. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A HARDCORE MATCH! “Who's next” By Porcelain Black blasts the sound system prompting the self proclaimed “Mermelada” To step out of the curtains sporting her seductive assemble. She stops on the entranceway posing for the cameras, flicking her hair and sending her “Fans” kisses as she joyfully begins to walk toward the ring, winking and strutting like she was in a Milan fashion show. Once near the steps, she stops and kisses both her shoulders and runs up to the ring and then is about to slide under the ropes and into the ring, but stops and opts to grab something from under the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Queens, New York, she is the self proclaimed Mermelada of wrestling, the beautiful GIA LEVI. Upon being announced, she pops back up from her search under the ring to reveal her search yielded a kendo stick. She waits at the ring apron instead of getting in when "My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" by Fall Out Boy hits over the PA system to a massive pop from the crowd. Almost immediately, Gia starts toward the entrance tunnel as MJ Bell comes stalking out, not in a normal frame of mind. She seems as if she’s in a trance and doesn’t even bother trying to dodge Gia when she swings the kendo stick directly to MJ’s abdomen causing her to double over. Gia immediately begins going to town with the kendo stick on MJ’s back. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! When Gia believes she has Bell grounded with it, she turns and screams fiercely at the crowd. When she turns around, she is startled to discover MJ staring at her with that odd dead gaze. Levi backs away before remembering the kendo stick in her hand. She swings the kendo stick, striking MJ in the side with it. Surprisingly it has no effect! MJ just traps the kendo stick with her arm then headbutts Gia causing her to stumble backwards down the ramp. As Gia turns in a daze back toward MJ, she finds herself as the recipient of the kendo stick, but directly to the forehead garnering a groan from the crowd. The sheer impact of the kendo stick over Gia’s head not only grounded the arrogant female wrestler, but broke the stick nearly in half. Without bothering to investigate whether or not the kendo stick is still useable, MJ tosses the stick into the crowd, giving some lucky fan a cool souvenir. She helps her opponent to her feet, dragging her to her feet by the hair Gia is so proud of before bouncing her head off of the steel post of the turnbuckle. Once again, Gia falls to the ground as MJ begins searching underneath the ring for toys. BRIAN MASON: Lets see what she can find underneath the ring! ALEXA CORRA: Hopefully it’s a pink slip… Bell tosses a chair into the ring, followed by a kendo stick, shortly followed by another chair, she then pulls a table out from under the ring as the crowd begins to get rowdy. As Gia is trying to get to her feet, MJ immediately sets up the table perpendicular to the ring apron. Gia makes the mistake of being too obvious about getting up because when Bell spies her, she immediately makes a beeline for her and catches her with a Yakuza Kick, sending Gia bouncing off the barricade by the sheer force of it. MJ mounts her opponent and begins laying in the closed fists to Gia’s head. ALEXA CORRA: That a girl. RANDY THE PILOT: Atta girl?! Weren’t you just wishing death upon this girl like a month ago?!? ALEXA CORRA: Things change, people change. Upon dismounting her, she rips Levi to her feet and rolls her into the ring. Gia tries to keep rolling to stay away from MJ, but she is immediately grabbed and as MJ pulls her back to her feet, she tries to beg MJ off, but Bell doesn’t care as she headbutts Gia again; rocking her hard! This causes Gia to fall to her knees as MJ grabs a chair. She takes Gia by the hair and presses her throat to the top of the chair, setting her up for a chair stunner type move. As she’s about to slam the chair down, Gia begins begging causing MJ to stop for a moment. Perhaps the normal MJ showing through for a moment. That moment gives Gia enough time to rake the eyes though, saving her from whatever move MJ was attempting. Gia grabs the chair and goes to hit MJ with it, but The Spitfire suddenly turns around as Gia is rushing toward MJ with the chair raised and hits a Roundhouse Kick into the chair, sending it into Gia’s face which causes her to fall outside of the ropes. It takes Gia a moment, but she pulls herself to her feet on the apron. It is quite apparent that she’s out on her feet. Dead eyes stare at prey as MJ rushes toward Gia, leaps clear over her while flipping in the air and grabbing Gia’s head, while simultaneously pulling Gia’s head into a neckbreaker, effectively hitting a Sunset Blockbuster off the apron. The two women crash into the table below that MJ had set up earlier! BRIAN MASON: WHAT A MOVE BY BELL! The crowd begins chanting “HOLY SHIT!” repeatedly as MJ slowly begins to move, obviously in pain, but not at all finished as she opts not even to bother to go for the pin. No, she rolls into the ring, grabs one of the chairs and rolls back out. She drops the chair on the ground, pulls Gia into a sitting position then begins clawing at her face, tearing at the skin on her face with her nails! The crowd doesn’t know whether to boo her or not. She claws at Gia’s face so hard that she causes the other woman to begin bleeding! When she notices this, she begins punching while continuing to rake her face with her other hand. She then turns the worn out female wrestler over and slams her face first into the steel chair nearby causing a blood stain to be left on the steel chair. She then tears her to her feet again, pulling her hair causing her to bend back toward her. MJ mutters something inaudible to Gia before locking her into a standing Dragon Sleeper, what she calls the Rest For the Wicked! BRIAN MASON: Think MJ got her here. Gia’s gonna tap! ALEXA CORRA: Perfect. Levi begins fading quickly and when she does she drops into a seated position making it easy for MJ to make the submission move more brutal as the referee checks to see if Gia is still awake, but before he can get a good opportunity to do so, MJ turns the move into a Dragon Sleeper/Camel Clutch hybrid, leaving Gia in an inescapable position, not that it matters anyway. When the referee finally gets a chance to check on Gia, she is out cold. The referee calls for the bell. DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… MJ BELLLLLLLLLLL!!! MJ Bell continues to hold the devastating submission move on Gia until finally the referee gets her to release it. MJ shoves Gia’s face down into the mat before standing up. She stares with dead eyes over at Alexa Corra as small, devious smirk forms on her lips as she rubs her hands which are soiled with Gia Levi’s blood on her own cheeks, effectively giving herself red war paint. After a moment of Alexa and MJ gazing at one another, MJ finally walks off to exit to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Winner via submission - MJ Bell (9:20) ![]() We cut backstage where we see the rather lavish office of Hard Knox Wrestling Co-Owner Lyle Risky. What has drawn the attention of the Co-Owner however is not the liquor cabinet nor the women in the room, but a metal suitcase on a table in the middle of the room. Standing beside the table alongside Risky is Alessio van Duren. Reaching over, he taps in the briefcase combination before opening it up to reveal premium Rolex watches. He pats Risky on the back. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: This is what I wanted to show you. They...uh...well it doesn’t matter where I got them from, but they’re legit. The real deal, check them out. He motions for Risky to take a closer look. Risky smirks and picks one up checking it out. He turns it to the side and nods. LYLE RISKY: Yeah, yeah they legit alright. Question is… Risky looks over to Alessio with a eyebrow raised. LYLE RISKY: Why you showin’ me em? What you tryna sell me some rolex watches now? Think you missin ya trenchcoat my dude. Alessio laughs before once again motioning towards the briefcase. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Sell them? They’re yours, by right. Pick what you like. A thank you gift, or something like that. Italians take care of people, no? Lyle grins and places the Rolex he originally taken out of the briefcase back. He then reaches over to the far right and picks up another that better suited him. Risky then looks down at the rest of the watches seeing how many of them are. LYLE RISKY: Looks to me you got one for the whole crew, aye? Alessio nods as he looks over at the watches. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Yeah. You know, I was gonna get cigars but not everyone smokes...and this is the kinda stuff you can’t take back to stores and get changed, you know? These watches though...every man needs a fucking Rolex in his life, especially when they look like that. Risky smiles and pats Alessio on the back. LYLE RISKY: Well thank you Alessio. This means a lot, it really does bruh. Good looks on this shit. You this means something. Means we really got something going for us here. A brotherhood of sorts. Thanks bruh. I know you and the rest of the boys aren’t gonna let me down anytime soon. Alessio nods as he looks around the room before turning back to Risky. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: You know how it goes, boss. Whatever you tell me, I do. You run this company. You run this brand. I’m not going to be told what to do by Romeo fucking Price. Last Defiance he got off easy, he’ll be lucky if I don’t snap his motherfucking arm for the shit he pulled there. Risky laughs and pat him on the back. LYLE RISKY: That punk bitch is gonna get his if he keeps trying. You and Cole showed his ass what’s what and he still had the nerve to try some shit. Mark my words if he tries anything you’re gonna be the one I send to put his ass in the ground. He shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: Weak fuck. All of them Alessio. Every goddamn one of them is weak. And don’t know a damn thing if you tell em what the fuck it is. If they don’t know now? They gonna fuckin’ know soon. van Duren nods as he points to Risky with a finger of concurrence. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Everybody wants to be a hero, they forgot how to be a soldier. A loyal one. But look, you enjoy that watch for the time being. I gotta put two little bitches out of their goddamn misery. Alessio pats the HKW Co-Owner on the shoulder before walking past him and out of the room to prepare for his match later in the night. ![]() The camera cuts backstage, where Shane Atwater stands alone, dressed in jeans and a grey ‘#EverybodyTaps’ t-shirt. He paces for a moment, collecting himself before speaking. SHANE ATWATER: Zakk Lewis and Jack Warren. Shane shakes his head, sighing slightly. SHANE ATWATER: You know...you two kind of deserve each other. Two miserable, misbegotten human beings with over-inflated senses of their own worth, and absolute delusions of grandeur on a massive scale...who stubbornly and absolutely refuse to live on the same plane of reality as the rest of us. Two men who are so utterly convinced of their own superiority that they absolutely refuse to acknowledge their own failures, even when they’re held up for the entire world to see. What a fucking pair. Shane chuckles bitterly, shaking his head again. SHANE ATWATER: Jackie Boy...him I get. He’s colossally stupid and willfully ignorant. A squareheaded rube who won’t understand what an absolute fuck-up he is until it comes around to bite him in the ass. Zakk...I don’t know if its more of the same, or a more legitimate, clinical delusion, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. You two are peas born of the same broken, fucked up pod, and it’s going to be a pleasure having a ringside seat to watch both of you tear each other apart. A slight smirk crosses Shane’s face. SHANE ATWATER: And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to sit right there, at ringside, and I’m going to watch you two idiots give one another a modicum of the beating you both richly deserve. And that’s ALL I’m going to do. Watch. See, I’m not a coward like you, Jackie-Boy. Or a hard-luck, delusional loser like Zakk Lewis. I don’t wait until a man’s back is turned to do what’s gotta be done. I don’t jump guys from behind. If I’m going to deal with you, I’m going to do it in the middle of the ring like a man. Like I did with Zakk Lewis last week...And like I’m going to do to Jackie-Boy at Dream On. Shane pauses. SHANE ATWATER: Because when I say I’m going to do something, I do it. When I told everyone I was going to beat A.S.H. at their own game, I did it. When I told the world I was winning Crowned Royalty, I did it. When I told Zakk Lewis I would beat him in the middle of the ring, I did that, too. And if Jack Warren hadn’t fucked me...Fucked all of DEFIANCE over, I’d be standing here as the Captain of the first-ever winners of the Divine Supremacy All-Out War between brands. I don’t bullshit. I don’t need to run around, puffing my own ego up on lies and megalomaniacal ramblings. Guys like Zakk Lewis can gloat and live in these elaborate fantasies of their own greatness all they want...at the end of the day, they’ll fail, and I’ll still be the one standing. Just like I was last week. And Jack Warren...he can cut me down from behind, he can try all the cheap shots in the world, he can try and throw the people I have in my life in my face, he can do whatever he feels like he has to do to make himself feel like a bigger man, but when it comes down to it….He’ll fail. He’ll fail miserably...because of me. A sneer develops on Shane’s face as the camera focuses in a bit more. SHANE ATWATER: His hope of being number one contender will evaporate, and all those words, all that bragging will go up in smoke. He’ll be exposed, and battered...and broken. Because I said from the moment Divine Supremacy was over, that Jack Warren was a dead man...and I intend upon keeping my promise at Dream On….and leaving with the Number One Contendership to the World Championship? That will just be icing on the cake. You can pay lip service all you want, you can have Lyle Risky protect you and chaffeur you around on private jets and hand you whatever you want on a silver platter...but it won’t make you a better wrestler than I am. It won’t make you a better fighter than I am. And it WON’T save you from getting what’s coming to you. The camera pans in closer as Shane continues. SHANE ATWATER: Enjoy tonight, boys. Have a great match...and try to come out in one piece, Jackie Boy. Survive as best you can. I want you coming into Dream On hale and hearty and healthy and strong...So when I break you in the middle of that ring, there are no excuses left for you to latch on to. So when I beat you in the middle of the ring, and end this pathetic fucking lie that is your HKW career...when I win that number one contendership there’ll be only one explanation: Pause, as the camera cuts in close. SHANE ATWATER: That’s what the better man always does. See you boys soon. A slight smirk forms on Shane’s face, as the camera cuts way. ![]() Bayani Arroyo is shown in the halls of the arena, wrapping some tape around his wrist before his three way match tonight. A shadow comes into the scene, something Bayani notices and he looks up. He seems to relax upon seeing who it is, giving a bit of a head nod in the direction the shadow came from. BAYANI ARROYO: Hey man, what’s up? Walking into the scene, we see Brandon Banks approach the youngster, returning the head nod. BRANDON BANKS: Aye bruh. Just comin’ thru to say good job puttin’ in work on that debut battle royal and the tag match. Think gettin’ snubbed wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Bayani gave a small shrug. BAYANI ARROYO: Yeah I guess so. Definitely gave me more of a chip on my shoulder. As if I needed more of an excuse to go out there and show the world I ain’t some joke like these punks like Alessio and Vega seem to think I am. Banks nods his head, looking over Bayani’s shoulder. BRANDON BANKS: Aye, bruh. You never know. Sometimes these types of things need to happen to add a lil boost. You showin’ em real quick not to fuck wit you, and you already one of the fastest rising stars in Defiance history. Shit, winnin’ that Rumble… in the GO World Championship ladder match. Banks chuckles. BRANDON BANKS: Ain’t somethin’ many people can say after a year and a half here. BAYANI ARROYO: Hey, you know HKW wasn’t gettin’ no chump when they signed me. Ain’t many guys who can say they’ve had spots on some of the top companies in all of wrestling in their first year. He bites the tape, ripping it and throwing it to the side. BAYANI ARROYO: I know everyone is rooting for me to fail. I came here with a lot of hype. And I know dudes don’t like it. But you know what? The hate and doubt people throw at me? I use it to fuel me. Cuz shit.. If it’s one thing I’ve learned about myself over the past 6 months or so, it’s that I love makin’ a bitch eat their own words when I prove ‘em wrong. Banks leans forward and slaps the youngster in the back. BRANDON BANKS: That’s what I like to hear. Aight, well if there’s anything you need just let me know. I’ma make sure no bullshit like that happen again. Matter fact, I’ma fire someone right now. The remark made Bayani chuckle a little bit. BAYANI ARROYO: You do what you gotta do bossman. Oh.. And I won’t let you down in that Golden Opportunity ladder match. I’m gonna show the world that Bayani Arroyo, is without a doubt, the fastest rising star in all of professional wrestling. They may not believe the hype now.. But I’ma give them no option but to believe it soon enough. Banks reaches out and gives the HKW rookie dabs before exiting. Bayani watches as Banks walks off, nodding his head to himself a little bit. BAYANI ARROYO: I got this… Tonight is once again gonna be my night. Ain’t gonna let no one get in my way. He nods again to himself before walking away. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena as Whisper Viperi is seen entering the ring ready to announce the upcoming triple threat match. Fans are seen holding up signs supporting the Mini Battle Royal winner Arroyo, one specifically saying "Money On Bayani". Others are seen holding up signs supporting the likes of Vega and AVD. As a fan is seen holding up a "I'M A RISKY GUY" sign Mason is heard grunting into the microphone. BRIAN MASON: You gotta be kidding me? RANDY THE PILOT: What's wrong now, Mase? They forget the tarter sauce? I hate when they do that. BRIAN MASON: No not that...Just how can anyone come in here supporting that douche? ALEXA CORRA: Lighten up Mase. It's not that big of a deal. Sound like a big baby. Now if he said no more bloody matches then it'd be a problem. RANDY THE PILOT: Okay you can shut your psycho bitch havin ass up right now! ALEXA CORRA: Meh, you love me. "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. WHISPER VIPERI: From Palayan, Nueva Ecija in the Philippines, weighing in at 172 pounds... He is the "Filipino Superman"... Bayani Arroyo! 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. RANDY THE PILOT: Now here's a guy I can get behind! Doesn't do shit to really win the match but watches other people eliminate each other then take homes the money, a car and hopefully a bad bitch that will treat you to a all you can eat Chinese buffet! ALEXA CORRA: Is that your ideal date, Randy? RANDY THE PILOT: Sure why not? BRIAN MASON: That's..That's pretty sad Randy. BUT, Bayani did make this brand happy in his debut as he won the Mini Battle Royal is impressive fashion at Divine Supremacy. He may be cocky, but he can back it up for sure. And unlike, Alessio neither Arroyo or Vega need the backing of a prick to be good. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing now weigh-in at 220 pounds... from Buenos Aires, Argentina... EDDIE.... VEGA! 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 Lee Redford. BRIAN MASON: This is the man they probably could have possibly won the battle royal if it wasn't for that weasel looking son of a bitch, van Duren. ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, I really doubt that. This guy hasn't been as impressive lately. Certainly not as impressive as Bayani. You actually thing this guy had a chance against him? Get out of here Mase. If you ask me, Alessio did Eddie a favor. BRIAN MASON: And just what in the hell kind of favor is that? ALEXA CORRA: Isn't it obvious? Embarrassment. Vega came in there a little bit TOO confident. And I know this because I was actually IN the match. “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION!” Alessio van Duren splits the curtain, 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring from Milan, Italy, weighing 229lbs, Alessiooooo vaaaan Duren!! He then begins to make his way down to the ring, cracking his knuckles before ensuring that his wrist tape is strapped on tight. 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 center of the ring for a quick moment before reminding the fans of his feelings toward them. Alessio then retreats into his corner, waiting for his match to begin. BRIAN MASON: Thank God Romeo kicked Tony Capone out tonight. Maybe this time we can actually see a fair match with Alessio in it. See if he's as good as he thinks. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye bruh I wouldn't go around casting out doubt about anyone in this match. BRIAN MASON: Well when you need outside interference in order to pick up a win? Sorry but not sorry Randy, I beg to differ. Whisper exits the ring with the help of Lee Redford who then looks to the competitors to see if they are ready or not. All three men seem to be ready and Redford calls for the bell. ![]() vs. vs. ![]() DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!! Eddie Vega immediately charges towards Alessio and begins connecting with various chop combinations. He then Irish whips Alessio into the nearest turnbuckle. On the way to the turnbuckle Vega follows and hits an Enzuiguri upon arrival in the back of Alessio's head. The fans pop getting behind Eddie as he takes out his frustrations after being screwed over at Divine Supermacy. Vega stands up in front of AVD and shakes his head. He begins to go ahead and pick him back up but Bayani had other plans as he grab a chunk of Vega's hair and yanks him back slamming the back of his head on the mat. The fans boo as Bayani looks down at Vega with disgust as if he was taking his spotlight. BRIAN MASON: Did he really have to do that? Vega is only pissed off for AVD's actions during that battle royal, Bayani could have let him inflict as much pain as possible on him. ALEXA CORRA: I'm sorry Mase, are you too stupid to realize that this is a Triple Threat Match? Every man for himself. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayo what I do with that tarter sauce? Bayani begins to stomp Vega in his head before picking him back up. As he stands him back up Bayani hits a few punching combinations and ends it with a Sitout Jawbreaker. Bayani gets back up to his feet not worried about Alessio as he thinks he's still down but he was wrong to think that as Alessio wraps his arms around Bayani's waist and hits a German Suplex but keeps his hold and tightens up the grip. Bayani taken off guard by Alessio begins to breath hard as the pressure from AVD begins to cut off some of his air. Alessio begins to get Arroyo up and hits released German Suplex. As he gets back up to his knee, Alessio looks around to try and find Eddie Vega. Vega is seen still holding his jaw but getting up to his feet. Alessio charges over grabs Vegas head putting him into a tight headlock. He hits a few knee lifts on him before hitting a DDT and goes for a quick pin. 1 2 Kickout! Alessio doesn't seem to mind the call as he continues his suffocating assault on Eddie Vega. He places Vega right back into a headlock but this time tries to get a hold of his arm to try and put him in some sort of an crossface submission maneuver. Before he could actually lock it in Arroyo walks over and kicks Alessio right in the face while holding on his side still a bit out of breath. AVD quickly let's go of Vega to hold his own face after being kicked in it. Bayani shakes off a few bugs and makes his way over to Alessio. He waits for him to get up enough for him to hit another kick...And he successfully hits the Spinning Heel Kick sending Alessio back down. ALEXA CORRA: van Duren thought he was good, but Bayani out here looking like a winner. Which, he very much is...Mase. BRIAN MASON: Whatever. As long as Alessio doesn't win I'll be perfectly fine. Vega begins to stir and is grabbed by Bayani. Vega seems to have grown some more fight in his as he punches Bayani in the midsection. The fans start to get more behind Eddie Vega after each punch. Bayani tries to stop Eddie's momentum by going for a elbow strike but Vega ducks out of the way and runs towards the ropes. As he bounces off and heads back towards Arroyo he hits a Flying Elbow! The fans completely behind Vega now burst in cheers as Vega hops back up and looks over to Alessio. He sprints over to Alessio hitting a neckbreaker as he was starting to get up to his feet. On fire now, Vega gets up and pumps up the crowd. He exits the ring only to climb up on the top turnbuckle. Eddie looks down to van Duren sizing him up and nods as he goes for the Corkscrew Moonsault.............ONLY TO BE CAUGHT BY BAYANI WHO JUMPS AND CATCHES THE HEAD OF EDDIE VEGA MID-CORKSCREW HITTING A REVERSED SLINGSHOT DDT INTO AVD'S GUT! The fans goes quiet at that moment shocked to even see such a thing. All three men lay there in the ring for a moment. BRIAN MASON: HOW IN THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?! ALEXA CORRA: Do you seriously have to ask? Seriously?! Do you not realize Bayani is one of the most talented new comers we have on this roster! He's bound to blow your mind when you least expect it! But.......Still no blood being shed here. What a shame. RANDY THE PILOT: After giving him all that credit you discredit him because he ain't bust that ninja open? The hell is wrong with you? Redford looks around at the men who are still all motionless and begins to make the count. 1 2 3 Arroyo begins to show some movement but doesn't yet try to get to his feet. 4 5 Instead Bayani drapes his arm over Eddie Vega and Redford quickly hops down onto the mat to make the count. 1 2 KICKOUT! The fans pop as Arroyo lays back on his back in disbelief. He winces as he begins to stir and gets up to his knee. Eddie also begins to get up to his feet but not as quick as Bayani. Bayani throws a hard jab to Vega. Vega quickly returns the fire starting a brawl among the two. The fans boo for Arroyo every time he punches Vega. And vice versa for when Vega punches Bayani. The two continue to go back and forth until Alessio comes out of no where clotheslining both men and taking them down. AVD hangs on the ropes catching his breath as he looks down to the two downed men. RANDY THE PILOT: C'MON BRUH?! PACQUIAO COUSIN WAS FINNA DO WORK?! ALEXA CORRA: Bayani is related to Manny? RANDY THE PILOT: He Filipino ain't he? BRIAN MASON: He's not related to him. Alessio waits to see who would get up first and sure enough it was Bayani. AVD walks over to Arroyo going to wrap his arms around his waist to try and go for another German Suplex but Bayani quickly thinks better of it and spins around trading places with Alessio. He then turns the stunned AVD around and hits a Exploder Suplex. With Vega still down Bayani focuses on Alessio. Bayani signals for the end as he acts as if he's tearing of a t-shirt like Superman. The fans boo as he does this and he picks Alessio and sets up for the Kryptonite. Before going for it Bayani looks around and flashes a smile on his face and hits the finishing maneuver. As he gets up taunting to the crowd he starts to go for the pin but before he could even go to make the pin he is hit with a Gol del Siglo out of no where from Eddie Vega! The fans pop as they see Bayani go down. Eddie drops to his knees and slowly begins to crawl over to the knocked out Bayani and goes for the pin. ONE TWO THREE!!!!! WHISPER VIPERI: AND HERE'S YOUR WINNER....EDDIE VEEEGGGAAA!!!! "El Mareo"-Bajofondo Tango Club ft. Gustavo Cerati hits the PA System as the fans begin to cheer. Suddenly "Hero" by. Skillet hits as Defiance GM Romeo Price steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. The fans still cheer as Eddie Vega begs to get up to his feet with the help of Lee Redford. The music slowly begins to die down. BRIAN MASON: I wonder if this is going to be good news or bad news? Romeo smirks and begins to give a round off applause to Vega before raising the microphone to his lips. ROMEO PRICE: Congratulations on a hard fought victory Mr. Vega. You have managed to come out here and get revenge on not only the man that screwed you over at Divine Supremacy but also defeated the man who you could have eliminated to become the winner of that match. And displaying that will to fight I'm going to award you with an opportunity....An Golden Opportunity to be exact. Mr. Vega you have just earned you a spot in the HKW World Championship Golden Opportunity Ladder Match at Dream On.....Congratulations... Vega's theme hits and the crowd pops once again as Eddie is seen in the ring with a smile on his face. Romeo walks to the back and lets Eddie celebrate his win. 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![]() Abaddon is seen in his locker room, backstage, with his fellow Church of Illusionism members Bloody Mary and Nightmare, a resounding chorus of boos heard. The former Joey Miles is pacing back and forth in the room, as Mary and Nightmare sit on a couch. ABADDON: God, I can't wait for this. I finally get a chance to pound the hell out of that little cunt Nina. I'm gonna take great pleasure in what I do to her, tonight. I can bring whatever weapons I want. It's about fucking time I got this chance. Heh. I'm so ready for this shit. I'm gonna-- ???: Stop. Abaddon pauses mid-pace, as he turns around. The camera pans over a bit to reveal the leader of the Church of Illusionism, Mirage. More boos are heard for the masked man. ABADDON: Oh, uhm ... H-hi, my lor-- MIRAGE: Shut up. The bearded man does as his leader tells him to do. MIRAGE: You don't understand, do you? The Church, it isn't about our personal vendettas. Tonight, you're not going out there to get revenge on Nina for breaking your heart. You're going out there simply to send a message and become the next HKW Bloodlust Champion. Put all your personal, petty bullshit at the door, right now. This is bigger than you. It's bigger than all of us. We have a goal. Are you forgetting that? ABADDON: N-no, my lord. MIRAGE: Really? Because it seems like you are. Remember where you'd be without me. I saved you. You were on a downward spiral that would've ended only one way and we both know what that way was, don't we? Abaddon, clearly nervous, simply nods. MIRAGE: Jenna and Marcus, they know what our agenda is. I'm starting to wonder if you do, Joseph. You have all of the talent in the world, yet you waste it on these emotions that eat at you, day and night. You know who that reminds me of? Daniel. And Daniel is now long gone, because of his own selfish emotions. You have so much potential, Joseph. But is it all wasted? ABADDON: It's not! I promise! MIRAGE: First of all, don't you ever raise your voice to me, again. Secondly, promises mean nothing to me and you know this. Look, Joseph ... tonight, you get a chance to shine a light on us. The chance for our message to be heard loud and clear is among us. All you have to do is beat Nina. Beat her, send a message and become the Bloodlust Champion. Then, they'll have to listen. When I won the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, everyone paid attention. Fuck your pride. Fuck your emotions. Fuck how you feel about Nina. Go out there tonight and hurt her. Not because you want to. Because you need to. Got it? ABADDON: Uhh, I-- MIRAGE: Got it?! ABADDON: Yes, my lord! MIRAGE: Good. Now, get ready for the match. ABADDON: I will, my lord. Mirage nods at Abaddon, before going to turn away, but he's stopped. ABADDON: Uhh, but ... you are going to have my back tonight, right? Mirage turns back to face Abaddon, tilting his head to the side in confusion. MIRAGE: What? Abaddon nervously clears his throat. ABADDON: W-well, I mean, like ... you guys, the Church ... if shit hits the fan, you guys are going to be there for me, r-right? Mirage stares at Abaddon, his head still tilted to the side. An awkward silence fills the air, until Mirage finally begins speaking. MIRAGE: You're a grown man, Joseph. You can take care of a little girl. Get ready. With that said, Mirage walks off, leaving his three followers behind. Abaddon looks at Nightmare and Mary, whom simply shrug, as the scene fades out. ![]() Heath was in the locker room pacing up and down as if he had something on his mind. He had a match later on to deal with. HEATH HARPER: Where the hell is that big oaf at? All I asked of Tank was to be here. I swear if that girlfriend of his is behind this she'll regret it. Heath snarls a little. HEATH HARPER: She probably don't even exist. That dumb retard will say anything to fit in. He wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for me. Some people just aren't grateful. Hearing a beeping noise, Heath takes his phone from his pocket and looks at it. Whatever it says doesn't calm Heath down but enrages him more. HEATH HARPER: Tank will pay for this. I had a dastardly plan and him not being here has gone and ruined it. Without warning, Heath throws his phone at the wall. HEATH HARPER: Now look what you made me do Tank. That's coming out of your wages for sure. Heath just laughs. HEATH HARPER: Guess I'll just have to just do it by myself. I thought employing Tank would mean I'd have to get my hands dirty less. Pfft. That hasn't been the case. I don't care to name my opponents because they don't really matter. All that matters is I go out there and grace the people with my handsome and charming self. Staring into the mirror, Heath starts to twirl his mustache. HEATH HARPER: You're such a handsome gentleman. He was obviously taking to himself in the mirror. HEATH: I have a job to do. I'm gonna so need to be pampered after this. That's totally coming out of Tank's wages too. Heath brushes himself down before leaving the smashed phone in a mess on the floor and leaves. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a triple threat match for the #1 contendership to the No Limits Title! Introducing first… On his way to the ring, weighing in at 125 lb (57kg; 8 st 13 lb), and standing at 5 ft 5 in (1.65m), “King Of The Kimura” Heath Harper. “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 opponent… from Chicago, IL, She is the "Devils Favorite Reject" Nicole Starr! "Crazy Train" By Ozzy Osbourne hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Starr. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: And finally, their opponent… FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 175 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, causing the crowd to erupt as the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The cheers grew even louder as the sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. The fans were in a fever pitch as Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. He gave a small smile and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the aisle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. BRIAN MASON: Well, that always pleasing entrance got the crowd going, as it seems like the fans will be squarely behind XAD in this one. Also, they don’t like Nicole or Heath very much. ALEXA CORRA: What do these people know? Don’t answer that, I’ll tell you: Absolutely nothing. How long can these fans root for a guy who comes ever so close but can’t win the big one when it matters? I’d keep my eye on Nicole Starr to take this, personally. RANDY THE PILOT: No love for Heath Harper? Hey, don’t trash the ‘stache, ya hear me? And we got that dude Jerry Stevens in the zebra shirt! ![]() vs. vs. ![]() DING! DING! Stevens calls for the bell to get this one under way, and Harper and Nicole share a glance before both turning and running right at XAD, but Daniels dodges Nicole and catches Harper with a smart kick to the ribs and throws him into the ropes, nailing a dropkick on the rebound. But Starr pounces on XAD and nails a spin kick, before hitting the ropes and taking him to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. Harper pops back up and runs over, dropping a knee on XAD’s shin, which caused him to grab at his leg in pain. Harper then steps back and holds his arms out, a gesture to give the lady a turn. Nicole looked at him with a smirk, and bounced off the ropes, leaping for a knee drop of her own… but XAD rolled out of the way! Harper actually laughed at her for that miscue, but Starr rolls up and saw it. She then scowls and runs over at Harper, fists and elbows flying. As Harper is trying to fend her off, Daniels has gotten to his feet, seeing this odd exchange. XAD looks to the crowd and shrugs, then marches over and grabs each one by the head, ramming their heads together! He then offers Harper a solid standing dropkick that sends the mustached one out through the ropes and crashing to the arena floor. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn that’s cold. BRIAN MASON: Seems whatever teamwork went out the window quickly in this one. ALEXA CORRA: Why wouldn’t it? there can be only one winner… a shot at No Limits on the line? There’s no friends here. Nicole is staggered holding her head, and XAD hits her with a backstabber and then pops up. He runs to the turnbuckle, waiting for her to get up and when she does he leaps for a high flying diving cross body, the weight of his body crashing down and driving her to the mat. He stays on for the cover, and Jerry counts.. ONE! But she kicks out quickly. XAD is unphased and hauls her up for a snap suplex, and quickly hits her with another. As she gets up to a knee, Daniels runs at her and nails a hurricanrana facebuster. Now XAD waits for her to rise, and he hits the far ropes running back…. intercepted by Heath Harper with a huge double leg spinebuster! He picks him up for a German suplex and then runs to the ropes, nails a slingshot double foot stomp. Now it’s Harper taunting, waiting for XAD to rise… he hits Harper’s Combo, and Daniels falls to the mat. Now Harper slaps on a crossface, as XAD is straining in the hold. But Nicole Starr runs over and hits a low dropkick right to the face of Harper, knocking him off. She picks him up and screams, nails Harper with a swinging neckbreaker, rolls through with it picking him up, hits another, and finally a third. She hits a snap DDT, and it looks like she might be ready for her Highway to Hell submission hold, but Harper rolls out of the ring to evade her. Harper turns and smirks to the crowd, turns back around…. and Nicole hits him with a diving crossbody, driving him to the mat and taking the wind out of him. She rolls back under the ropes, up to a knee… and XAD ran across and hit the Star Kick out of nowhere! Starr’s head and back snapped back against the ropes, and she fell flat on her face. XAD rolled her over and covered… ONE! TWO!! Harper pulled XAD out of the ring by the ankle! He drills XAD with a Snapmare Driver on the floor and rolls in, rolling up Nicole Starr! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner…. HEATH HARPER! BRIAN MASON: Wow! I had to think XAD had this one in the bag. RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe if it was a singles match, bro. ALEXA CORRA: Too bad for Daniels, it wasn’t. And the third person was key. Harper gloats in the ring as Nicole rolls out of the ring, a bit woozy. Likewise, Daniels begins to stand, holding his head and not believing what just happened! He grabs a hold of a chair at ringside and flings it across the floor. BRIAN MASON: I believe frustration has finally taken over for Xavier Asher Daniels. RANDY THE PILOT: Hope he bounce back, bruh. Xavier walks to the back with his head tucked down as Defiance goes to commercial. Winner and NEW #1 CONTENDER TO NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP - HEATH HARPER (9:12) ![]() Scene opens up with Zakk Lewis in his locker room taping up his wrists. He cracks his knuckles and sighs. He then walks out of the locker room and begins to walk down the hallway. He then moves to corner to see two guys standing by the wall. JAY: Wassup, yo. You trying to score? ZAKK LEWIS: Ah, no. Zakk then walks past them. JAY: Holy shit, Silent Bob. It’s him. Man, you were beast in that one movie Disturbia, yo. You should of banged the shit outta that one chick. Make her say ‘You wanna play a little game of Marco and Polo? Let’s involve taking my pants off’ And then once your pants are off. You turn off the lights. And she says Marco and you say Po- ZAKK LEWIS: I was never in a movie….. Silent Bob then smacks Jay. JAY: The fuck you mean that’s not Shia Labeouf? Silent Bob makes gestures to the beard. JAY: Oh yeah. Shia doesn’t have a beard. Shit my bad, yo. Zakk Lewis sighs and walks off. You can see Jay see one of the HKW female wrestlers walking around. JAY: AYO BABY! YOU EVER HAD YOUR ASSHOLE EATEN OUT BY A FATMAN IN A TRENCHCOAT? Zakk Lewis then goes around the corner where he stops mid-way. ZAKK LEWIS: I guess it was bound to be that time. The camera turns to see Jesse Lewis. The crowd all go ‘Ohhhh shit.’ Jesse walks towards Zakk with Zakk bracing himself. JESSE LEWIS: You won’t have to worry about Jack having anyone by his side. ZAKK LEWIS: Oh is that all you came to tell me? Jesse Lewis then walks towards Zakk. JESSE LEWIS: Mind you. This wasn't my decision. But, I believed you deserved to know before you went in there stressed. Zakk snickers. ZAKK LEWIS: Jesse... He then gets in his face. ZAKK LEWIS: I don't get stressed. I didn't have a heart attack and become a monk, because I couldn't handle being around more enemies than friends. Oh shit. Jesse Lewis' eyebrows then change as if he were insulted majorily. ZAKK LEWIS: Good day. Zakk then walks off. BRIAN MASON: Wow. Still no peace between the Lewis brothers. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, what a shame. But where my ninja Jay at. Scene fades. ![]() The camera shifted backstage, showing Xavier Asher Daniels sitting in his locker room, taping up his wrists even after his match was over. The normally shy and quiet wrestler looked to be in a sour mood as he put the roll of tape down, glaring at his braced knee. The frustration with the injury, which has plagued him for nearly all of his time, was clearly eating at him along with all that has happened as of late. He placed a hand on it, only to pull it back as he hissed in anger. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Damn Warren… Going to stand up, he bit back a groan as he felt the leg buckle for a brief second, causing him to pause. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: DAMN IT ALL!!! The hiss turned into a growl, before he immediately reached down and picked up the roll of tape, then launched it right at the door. The second the tape hit the door, someone pushed it open. The person poke her head out and showed to be none other than former HKW World Champion Felicity Banks. FELICITY BANKS: Ummm, are you done throwing things? Wouldn’t want you to hit me with something - thus leading me to kicking your ass...right? There was obviously still bad blood between the two as Felicity pulled her head back behind the door. XAD didn’t back down, despite his track record with the former World Champion. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Right now, I’m heavily considering it. Is there a reason you’re standing outside of my locker room, Banks? Felicity stepped one foot into the locker room, her eyes locked in on XAD. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t worry, I’ll be quick. I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. She looked Xavier up and down with her eyes squinted, taking in what looked to be a pissed off XAD. FELICITY BANKS: Yep. Just like I thought. Ciao. The anger on XAD’s face was still there, but a bit of confusion was visible as he looked back at Felicity. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: What are you talking about? What’s just like you thought? FELICITY BANKS: You. She pointed directly at the former #1 contender to the HKW World Championship. FELICITY BANKS: What the hell happened to you this time? Where in the hell is that guy that nearly took my title away from me on a number of occasions? The guy who kicked my royal heinous?! Felicity looked at her Queen B Championship. FELICITY BANKS: I may not be World Champion right now, but after Dream On I will be. I’m constantly going to be involved with that title because it needs me, and obviously you do too. Here you are...feeling sorry for yourself - when you could be facing Atwater or Warren at Dream On for the number one contender spot. She smirked and gave a small shrug. FELICITY BANKS: That’s what the XAD that I knew would’ve done, at least. Almost immediately, XAD snapped at her words. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You’re wrong! I haven’t changed since then. I haven’t... He faltered and trailed off in mid tirade, all of his anger evaporated as confusion and doubt took it’s place. Has he really fallen so far since he and Felicity tried to take each other out several months ago? Shaking his head slightly, he gave her a defiant glare. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You’re wrong, Felicity. I’m still the same competitor now that I was then. And no injury or set back will ever change that. Felicity laughed, shaking her head as she walked back toward the locker room door. FELICITY BANKS: Then what the hell are you doing back here feeling sorry for yourself instead of being out there in those hallways finding a way to get even with Warren? Or getting your spot from Atwater after he pretty much ripped right away from you? XAD had no response for that, just opting to stare angrily at the floor as his fists clenched at his sides. It looked as if her words had hit him harder than he thought. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, you know what you have to do, don’t you? She walked back toward the door and pulled it open. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t care for an answer. You do you, and I’m going to get myyyyyy title back. Tata. Felicity walked out the door, leaving XAD back in his thoughts. XAD stood there in silence for several minutes, letting everything Felicity just said swirl around in his head. He looked at the door quietly, before scowling as his eyes lit up in determination as he spoke to himself. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Yeah… I know what I’ve gotta do. Reaching down and grabbing the long, purple coat he wore to the ring, he quickly threw it over his shoulders as he went to walk out of the locker room himself, a fire now lit under him after the conversation that just took place. ![]() 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 on 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! AURORRA 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 when her music is suddenly interrupted. "Can you feel that...?" WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent from Jersey City, New Jersey… FELICITY BANKS! "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 the ramp. The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos through 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 as the Queen of HKW title hangs on her shoulder. She pulls the blowpop out of her 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. 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. Felicity’s eyes then lock on Onyx’s as the HKW world champion just smiles and waves at Felicity. Fel then smiles, as she slowly raises up her title and mouths “The Real Champion” as the crowd boos get louder, Onyx looks around the arena and slowly stands up as she folds strap ends of the HKW title behind its plate before raising it up causing the crowd to cheer almost as though they are disproving Felicity’s claim. As Onyx sits back down with as smile on her face, Fel hops off the ropes and turns around with a disgruntled look upon her face as the ref. comes around to get her title and the bell sounds. ![]() ![]() ![]() The two women look at each other as the circle each other in the ring sizing each other up. BRIAN MASON: Both believe they are the best of the best, the royalty of HKW. ALEXA CORRA: But we know the truth. Felicity is the one and only Queen of HKW. The two women charge at each other, Felicity getting the upper hand by ducking the clothesline attempt by Aurora Master and wrapping her arm around her head for a perfectly implanted even flow DDT. Felicity smiles as she begins to stand up, pulling at the hair of Aurora, making her stand up with her. Masters shows some defense, as she drives her forearm into Felicity's abdomen causing her to back up into the ropes but Felicity grabs the back of Masters head and head and forcefully brings it down, smashing it against her knee. Aurora stumbles back, and Felicity springs her self off the ropes but Masters sees what is about to come and drops down and trips up Fel with a drop toe hold cause her to face plant into the mat. Seeing Felicity down, Aurora gets a wicked smile on her face and begins to laugh loudly. Fel turns her head to see the laughing degenerate before examining her positioning sees her positioning, When Masters begins to walk towards her, Fel conveniently puts her foot out causing Aurora to trip. As Masters is shocked by her stumblings Felicity is able to get up and grabs the embarrassed “Queen’s” arm extending it out as far as she could before launching her as hard as she could into the turnbuckle. The forceful impact caused Aurora to bounce of the turnbuckle and land face first onto the mat, not letting up, Fel rushes over and begins to mud stump the the back of Aurora before she begins dropping her good knee onto it. She then runs a hand through her raven hair, before grabbing Masters foot and turning her around so her head is pointing towards Onyx. BRIAN MASON: Looks like Felicity is trying to send Onyx a message here. ALEXA CORRA: Hopefully she pays attention. With her knee, Fel digs it into the spine of Masters before putting her hands on around her chin and pulling her back applying pressure on her back using her knee and making Aurora smile with her hands. Felicity begins to trash talk ONyx in the audience as the ref checks on Aurora who is doing her best to wiggle free, but not able to move much with the restriction. Onyx begins to stand up, relieving her shoulder of the HKW World title and drops it on the other side of the barricade. Standing up, she grabs Charity, folding it up, and begins to make her way over the barricade before walking towards the ring. Standing there, Onyx and Felicity stare at each other as Fel begins to loosen her grip not being able to get a good enough read on Onyx. When Onyx charges the ring, Fel drops Auroras head and rolls out the ring making the HKW World champion smile. Onyx slowly walks over to the ropes, and with her free hand she opens them up as an invitation for Felicity. When the Queen B. doesn’t oblige, Onyx looks over her shoulder to see Aurora getting up on all fours still nursing her back. Onyx looks back at Fel. and shrugs her shoulders before mouthing “If you insist.” Closing the invitation, the World champion puts a hand through her hair before turning around and raising the chair Charity. “SMACK!” The sound of the steel chair against Aurora’s back echoed through the arena. The ref calls for bell as Onyx tosses the chair to the side. "DING DING DING!" WHISPER VIPERI: And your winner by disqualification… AURORA MASTERS! As Aurora’s theme plays, Onyx helps the woman she just impaled with a chair to her feet and raises her hand in victory. Aurora looks at her oddly, holding her back with her free hand, oblivious to what has just occurred. She looks at Onyx before looking up towards Felicity. Aurora quickly rips her hand away from Onyx and begins to celebrate on her own screaming: “I AM THE TRUE QUEEN OF HKW!KNEEL BEFORE ME!” Onyx claps her hands towards the winner before sliding out of the ring allowing Aurora to enjoy her victory as she goes and reclaims her title before looking up at a bewildered Felicity as she begins to walk towards her shrugging her shoulders and saying “Oopsy.” ALEXA CORRA: What kinda crap is this?! Fel face turns into one filled with rage as she finally put the pieces together of what her frenemy was doing. Shaking her head, Felicity rips the curtain open and begins to huff and puff, stomping her feet to the back area as Onyx follows her in toe laughing. WINNER via DQ - AURORA MASTER (4:16) ![]() The camera then shows Onyx backstage, still smiling after what she had accomplished until out of no where Felicity comes charging in and delivers a hard axe handle to the back of Onyx’s head and then forcefully spins her around before pinning her up against the wall and grabbing a handful of Onyx’s hair, forcing her to look at her. FELICITY BANKS: YOU THINK THATS FUNNY!? YOU THINK- Before Felicity could get another word out, Onyx quickly head butts her before pulling her downward and driving her knee into Fel’s chest. As Felicity looks up at her Frenemy, she sees Onyx coming at her with what looks to be a clothesline and Fel quickly ducks it and as Onyx turns around BAM! BANK SHOT! FELICITY BANKS: You just don’t get it do you? If you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay THE FUCK down! Fel watches Onyx for a moment and snarls as she sees Onyx begin to get up. FELICITY BANKS: I told you. Don’t make me hate you Onyx. Don’t make me break you! ONYX PAYNE: I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. If you decide to hate me, that’s your choice. Felicity begins to breath heavily as she watches Onyx stand. ONYX PAYNE: I’m doing everything that you have ever done to me, Felicity. Things you thought I would just understand where you were coming from, and later forgive you, but fuck my feelings right? How does it feel? Hm? How does it feel to have something taken away from yo- Letting out a frustrated roar, Felicity charges Onyx again, but this time she keeps her hold, and drives them both through a door! They land in the parking garage where they begin rolling around until they roll into a Cadillac parked near the exit. FELICITY BANKS: OH MY GOD JUST STAY THE FUCK DOWN YOU PIG! Felicity hits Onyx with hammer fists in the back of the head, making sure to hit the recently stapled head of the champions. Onyx pulls away and security falls to floor, grabbing a hold of both of Felicity’s arms. Another security guard comes in and wraps his arms around Onyx, holding the champion back RANDY THE PILOT: LET EM FIGHT! Onyx watches as Felicity gets pulled to her feet. The two stare at one another for a moment before Felicity uses all of her strength to pull the two security guards into one another and then dives right onto Onyx! The knock the other security guard down to the ground and Onyx manages to turn Felicity around, and smash her face first into the hallway wall! BRIAN MASON: Welp… might be in trouble for that one. RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, them security guards need to stay out the way! Let them fight! Onyx picks Felicity up by the hair, but another storm of security guards come from down the hall and hold the two apart as Defiance goes to commercial. Edited by Selena King, Mar 15 2015, 02:00 AM.
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![]() As the scene fades in Lee Redford bursts inside of Romeo Price's office. LEE REDFORD: Mr. Price, bro! I got some shit to tell you my guy. But before I say anything I did not, let me repeat I did not make the wrong call during that main event at Divine Supremacy. I know for sure since you brought me back I've been on top of my game and I've been doing exactly what you asked about getting information about these fellas in the Referee's Union. And boy do I have some news for you! As he finally looks up he sees that Romeo is not in his office. Lee looks around and scratches his head. LEE REDFORD: Bro? Lee walks more into the office still looking around. LEE REDFORD: C'mon bro. Are you hiding? C'mon bro I don't feel like playing hide n' seek. My daughter beats me every time. ROMEO PRICE: Ahem... Lee jumps as he turns to see Romeo at the door. LEE REDFORD: Mr. Price! ROMEO PRICE: What can I help you with Mr. Redford? Romeo walks over to his desk and starts to remove his suit jacket. LEE REDFORD: Well I just came to give you an update on our investigation. Romeo sits down at the desk and sits back in his chair as he sits back and looks up to Lee. ROMEO PRICE: And? Lee walks over to the front of Romeo's desk with a smile on his face. LEE REDFORD: I talked to Jerry Stevens last week bro. And turns out he doesn't hang around the lounge because of Pinson and his crew. He doesn't trust them and he also told me that them boys got something going on. He didn't really go into much detail on exactly what but bro that clears Jerry of anything. He told me he tried to do something about it and just happen to get in trouble for trying. Romeo rubs his chin and nods a bit pleased. ROMEO PRICE: That's very interesting Mr. Redford. Good work...Good work, indeed. It would seem you have stumbled onto something greater than what we originally expected. I want you to get Jerry on board. And after you do I want you to get good with Pinson and his boys. Make them feel as if you can be trusted. Accept Pinson's invitation to be a member of his cabinet or whatever. Lee looks confused. LEE REDFORD: Wait hold on bro. I don't wanna work with those douche bags! ROMEO PRICE: I'm not giving you a fucking choice, now am I Mr. Redford? Lee looks down and sighs. ROMEO PRICE: Don't look so down Mr. Redford. You've done good...But our work is not yet done. Now get out of here. I got more important matters to deal with... Lee nods and walks out as the scene then fades away. ![]() The scene cuts backstage, where Shane Atwater is headed down the hall toward the locker room area, looking to take the rest of his downtime before the main event to watch the remainder of the show in relatively solitude. As he rounds the corner to his door, a loud crash rings out from inside the room, followed by another, and the sounds of shouting coming from inside. SHANE ATWATER:...The Hell? Shane picks up the pace, heading toward the door and swinging it open to find...total carnage. Benches have been flipped over. Anything formerly hung on the walls has either been ripped down, or spray-painted over. All of his belongings are strewn across the room, his bags upended and emptied out. He stands in the doorway, jaw slack, trying to figure out just what the Hell has happened. As Atwater continued to investigate he finally noticed that his wall was completely broken down. In front of what WAS his wall stood two muscular men and the “REAL” No Limits Champion, Fran. Fran looked back to Shane - eyes widened. She yelled in his direction. FRANCESCA: THIS SHIT HAWT RIGHT YAWL?! She looked back with a smile widening on her face. FRANCESCA: COME ON. WE NEEDA FIT EVERYTHANG IN HERE Y’ALL. I NEED TWENTY MORE FEET OF SPACE TO FIT MY NEW NO LIMITS TITLE CASE. Fran didn’t seem to understand that she was actually barging in on the Crowned Royalty Champion’s space. She behaved as if her actions were that of a normal human being. Shane just stared for a moment, trying to find the words to appropriately express what was going through his mind as he ran a hand through his hair. SHANE ATWATER: Fran...What the FUCK are you doing? This...This is not your locker room. You know that right? You have your own locker room, where you can do...whatever the Hell it is you’re trying to do here. But this is not it. This is my locker room. This is my stuff. Just...what the Hell are you doing?! Looking away from the work being done Fran took a few steps towards Shane - her eyes widening even more to the point where they were ready to jump right out of the sockets. FRANCESCA: PROMISES, SHANE. She screamed in his face. FRANCESCA: PEOPLE MADE FUCK-ING PROMISES THAT I WAS BOUT TO GET A BIG ASS LOCKER ROOM. Y’know what I’m tryna say? Like hol up you white as HELL YAWL. I gotta speak that book smart shit. “Good brother, do you understand the premasces….premises of why I’m doin this? Them niggas said I WAS GON GET EVERYTHANNNNNG. BUT THEY AIN’T COME THROUGH SO I’M MAKING ME A NEW LOCKER ROOM. AIN’T YOU FUCKIN’ GIA OR SOMETHING GO STAY WITH HA BIG ASS. Words coming out of her mouth people around Fran assumed not even she knew what she was saying. Fran turned back to the men working and then back to Shane. FRANCESCA: IIGHT? IF YOU WANT YOU FREE TO COME VIEW MY NO LIMITS MUSEUM WHEN I BUILD IT.AS PAYMENT FOR THE SPACE. Shane just stood dumbfounded for a moment, trying his best to figure out how in the Hell he was supposed to get this woman, who very clearly had zero grip on reality, out of his personal space, let alone his locker room for the night. SHANE ATWATER: That...No, Fran. That does not “work” for me. None of this works for me. This isn’t the 1800’s. There is no such thing as Manifest Destiny. You don’t just walk in here and start taking other people’s--- Shane pauses for a moment, suddenly panicking, looking around the room at the mess Fran has left. SHANE ATWATER: For fuck’s sake, my wallet, my passports, my phone...All that shit was in here. What---What the FUCK, Fran? This is not how human beings behave. THIS IS NOT HOW PEOPLE BEHAVE. Jesus Christ, I...I literally have no idea what to say to you right now, you Goddamn lunatic. He looks around again, shaking his head before turning his attention back to Fran. SHANE ATWATER: This...whatever the Hell this is...It’s not happening, Fran. It is NOT happening. You’re going to take your crew of dudes, and you are just...you’re going to get out, right now. OK? Before you make anything any worse, you just...you have to get out of here, right now. Judging by the sour look on Fran’s face, she was heart broken. She looked like a child who got refused candy by their parents. The “GAWD” as she calls herself pointed at Shane again yelling. FRANCESCA: THAT’S THE WHITE MAN Y’ALL. ALWAYS TRYNA TELL US MINORITIES WHAT WE CAN AND CAN’T DO OUT IN THESE SKREETZ. But nah y’all, this IS finna happen. And YEWW is finna like it. So nah yawl nahhhhhh. I ain’t NEVA leaving here. Why you always try to come for me like you can boss me around in shit, Atwaterfall? Like JESAS y’all. I’m just tryna get me some more space. Hey I’ll even pay yo ass. Reaching into her pocket Fran pulled out a pack of bubblicious bubble gum. The purple pack. She then tossed it on the ground in front of Shane. FRANCESCA: THAT should be enough yawl. Lemme tell you something, back in the day people used to CREEEE over bubblicious. Them niggas used to SCREECH. So since I gave yo ass my only pack, you should just give me the rest of yo locker room. I GOT A BETTER IDEA THAN GIA, Y’ALL. Yo, check this out. I heard you were like best friends with Jack Warren. A smirk formed on Fran’s face. FRANCESCA: He ain’t even deserve a locker room to himself. So how about you get out of MAI locker ROOMS jesas BEFORE YOU END UP LIKE COTTON STERLING, A FORGETTIN FORMER STAR? The Killuminaughty member stomped on the ground once, she then picked up the bubblicious gum she tossed down and extended it out to give to Shane. FRANCESCA: Come on, take the gum and run! Shane stared Fran down for a few long moments, looking back and forth between her and the gum in her hand, sighing heavily as he finally spoke, squeezing the bridge of his nose in the hopes that the migraine now forming in his head wasn’t the onset of an aneurysm. SHANE ATWATER: Fran….I am going to say this as clearly as I can...ONE TIME. If you do not take your fucking cronies, and your architecture plans, and whatever the HELL that smell is, and get the FUCK OUT OF THIS LOCKER ROOM RIGHT FUCKING NOW...I swear to God, Fran, I am going to break you into so many pieces that you’ll be BEGGING to go back to Divine Supremacy so you can tap out all over again. Fran goes to yell, but Shane manages somehow, by the Grace of God, to cut her off. SHANE ATWATER: I don’t care where you go. I don’t care what you do. Hell, you said it yourself. Jackie-Boy doesn’t deserve a locker room. I’m sure it’s readily available for expansion. Go rent out the Mall Of America, for all I fucking care. Just...don’t even bother putting things back how you found them, don’t even bother saying another word, just GET. THE FUCK. OUT. Fran backed away from Atwater. A few steps. FRANCESCA: Y’all, I just came to a conclusion bout Shane. All along I thought he wah just mean. But he really crazy y’all. He ain’t got no clue about what it is to be a decent, civil person YAWEL. Like, fine yahhhl I’m out if you finna try to strangle me out on these streets awl because I was TAKING WAT I DESERVE YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. But I’m gawn. Fuck dis place, I don’t want these tainted floors no mo. I’m the NO LIMITS CHAMPION. AY Shane, can I at least get one of them white boy dap ups? Y’know where y’all give each other weak ass high fives. Wanna high five the NO LIMITS GAWD? Give GAWD a high five then I’ma just go cave in one them weak ass midcarder’s locker room. Fran asked Atwater. Holding her arm up high. Shane just stared at Fran, eyes never leaving hers...before he reached out, to snatch the gum out of her hand. SHANE ATWATER: Thanks for the gum. BYE, Fran. FRANCESCA: Forget em, Shane remind me of my bum ass Dad and why I hate white people. We gawn goons. Fran brushed past Atwater exiting his trashed locker room with the workers closely behind her. Shane made his way through the mess, uprighting one of the benches and setting it back down so he could have a place to take a seat, fumbling through some of the mess to find his phone. He shook his head, checking it over before the ringer went off...in Fran’s voice, screeching at the top of her lungs. “YAAAAAAAAAAAASSS JESAS REAL NO LIMITS CHAMP YAWL” The phone continued screeching as Shane fumbled to mute it, sighing as he sat amid the wreckage of his locker room. SHANE ATWATER: God damnit, Fran. Shane shakes his head as we cut away to ringside. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! My eyes have seen the glory Of the tramplin' at the zoo We washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too Peter Autonom's "The White Man Marches On" begins to play to instant jeers from the audience. The knoxotron lights up with a waving confederate flag as Billy Joe McCleary walks out of the curtain waving a rebel flag of his own. Bo, Baron and Brick follow behind with potato sacks over their heads. Brick and Baron raise their tag title belts in the air as Billy Joe leads the pack, waving the flag from side to side as the crowd boos. The group makes their way down the ramp with Billy Joe mocking anyone in the audience he sees that's of color. We're taking down the zog machine Jew by jew by jew The white man marches on The group lets out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Bo has a big cooler in his hand and sets it down by the announcer's table. He opens it up and distributes a beer to each of his brothers. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing hailing from Gainesville, Georgia; accompanied by Billy Joe, Brick, and Bo McCleary, representing the Anglo Saxon Heritage! BAAAARRROOOOONNNN MCCLEARY! Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. BRIAN MASON: The Good Ol’ Boys from Georgia are hell bent on getting their tag team titles back, and after that attack on Killuminaughty last week, they may just be well on their way. RANDY THE PILOT: Naaaah, chill. Talia and Ina be aight. It’s a whole different ballgame when them straps is on the line. ALEXA CORRA: First they have to get their heads out of each others cunts. Maybe then they’ll have a chance against A.S.H. Fel isn’t going to be there to hold their hand the whole time. The music fades and the boos get louder. Bo, Brick and Baron all take the sacks off of their heads and toss them to ringside. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent… 'Beautiful Dangerous' by Slash w/Fergie begins to play, and the dark haired and dangerous beauty known as Talia Valen struts out, looking around the arena with a smirk. With a wave of her hand she disregards the audience, walking calmly to the ring. She pauses, looking into the camera licking her lips and crawls onto the apron, pacing like a wildcat back and forth. WHISPER VIPERI: From New York City.... She’s one half of the HKW World Tag Team Champions…. she is rated TV-MA.... Televised Violence... Talia Valen! She then slithers into the ring, running her hands through her hair, done with the pageantry and ready for the fun to begin. BRIAN MASON: No Ina Ina? ALEXA CORRA: Awwwe. Trouble in Paradise? RANDY THE PILOT: Alexa…what the fuck you talking about? ALEXA CORRA: Just another case of the twitterelationships. Nothing relevant. BRIAN MASON: … Alright then. Lets go to the ring for the action! ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING! Referee Tate Schuler motions for the bell as Baron and Talia cautiously circle each other. Talia strikes first with two quick leg kicks, Baron backs away holding his hamstring. The tag team champion surges forward hitting a huge right sending Baron back into the corner. She presses the advantage hitting a few more right before Baron grabs a handful of hair sending her head first into the turnbuckle. Baron follows up with some harsh rights to the kidney area causing Talia to clutch at her side. Tate backs Baron away from the corner, allowing Talia to catch her breath in the corner RANDY THE PILOT: Baron is truly taking it to Talia in the early going here BRIAN MASON: Those hard shots to the kidney area seem might slow Talia down which has to be a goal of Baron’s .. As the ref moves out of the way Baron charges into the corner Talia moves out of the way, Baron hits the turnbuckle and bounce off straight into a roundhouse kick to the back of the head that sends him face down on the canvas.As Baron tries to get to his feet Talia continues to delives kicks to his chest. She backs away,holding her rib area still in noticeable pain. Bouncing off the ropes to deliver a huge blow but Baron jumps up grabbing her in midair and delivering a huge tilt-a-whirl slam. Baron slowly lifts Talia off the mat only to lift her into his arms and deliver a side backbreaker. He holds on after the first as if to toy with his opponent. RANDY THE PILOT: Right now Baron clearly has the advantage. He’s worked over the ribs of the tag team champion making it hard to breath. BRAIN MASON: It’s going to become increasingly difficult for Talia to mount any offense if she’s having issues breathing. He delivers a second backbreaker this time giving a smirk as he lifts her and hits yet another backbreaker before tossing her to the side and onto the canvas. Baron gets to his feet and immediately goes for an elbow drop but Talia moves out of the way. Baron clutches at his elbow as both competitors slowly make their way to their feet. Talia get to her feet a split second before Baron, and takes advantage by hitting a running to the back that sends him face first into the corner. Baron turns around holding his head, Talia hits the ropes and charges forward hitting a handspring back elbow followed up with a huge rolling elbow that sends Baron down into a seated position in the corner. She follows it up with huge running knee to the face RANDY THE PILOT: You may have spoken too soon Brain, Talia seems to have got her second wind BRIAN MASON: Her striking game is lethal, she’s one of the best strikers in HKW without a doubt. She may very well have knocked Baron out with that vicious knee.. She clutches at her ribs before she drags Baron out of the corner and towards the center on the ring she goes goes for a cover . ONE! TWO! Baron rolls his shoulder off the mat The tag team champion immediately reigns down some huge right hands As Talia gets to her feet she points at Baron, and acts like she shooting herself in the head As Baron gets to his feet He returns fire with a huge right hand that rocks Talia backwards, allowing him to grab her arm and hit a stiff short-arm clothesline that sends her crashing to the ground, however Baron holds onto her wrist, pulling her off the canvas he goes for another short-arm clothesline,but Talia duck under and behind Baron locking in the million dollar dream sleeper in the middle of the ring RANDY THE PILOT: Just when it looks like Baron has turned it around Talia finds a way to capitalize on a mistake BRIAN MASON: If Baron doesn’t find a way to break this he’s going to be out on his feet.. Baron struggles against the hold, moving towards the ropes, Talia tries to pull him away from the ropes but Baron’s strength is just too much as he put his leg over the bottom rope as Tate Schuler moves in to break the hold.. ONE! . TWO! THREE! FOUR! Talia breaks the hold backing away from him for a moment only to charge back in and get caught with a side walk slam that drives the air out of her once more. As Talia attempts to pull herself up .Baron grabs her around the waist and lifts her onto his shoulder, dropping her with a thunderous powerbomb. He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING] WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… BAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRROOOOOONNNN MCCLEEEEAAAARRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! The referee raises Baron’s hand who rips it right away. The members of A.S.H all slide into the ring, with Billy Joe barking out orders to his crew. Brick and Baron slide out of the ring while Bo lifts Talia up to her feet. BRIAN MASON: What the hell are they doing now? You won the damn match! RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think they care, Mase. Billy and Baron pull a table from out beneath the ring, and slide it in. Bo holds Talia in position as Billy Joe gets in her face and tells her that the tag titles are coming back to A.S.H. Suddenly, there’s a mixed reaction from the crowd as Ina Ina shows up at the top of the ramp; her HKW World Tag Team Championship wrapped around her shoulder. BRIAN MASON: There’s Ina Ina! RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but she ain’t movin’! She just watchin’! The members of A.S.H notice that Ina Ina was not even hinting at running down to the ring. Brick and Baron set the table up in the ring, and flipped it right side up while Billy Joe kept looking over his shoulder to make sure Ina wasn’t doing anything. BRIAN MASON: I seriously have no idea what’s going on. ALEXA CORRA: No one does... Billy shouts out some more marching orders as Bo flings Talia to Baron. He kicks her in the midsection and sets her up in powerbomb position while Brick climbs to the top rope. When Brick catches his balance, Baron lifts Talia up in a powerbomb, and Brick dives off the top, connecting with a powerbomb + blockbuster neckbreaker combination through the table! BRIAN MASON: Oh my god! Talia Valen is folded in half! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. And Ina ain’t doin shit! Ina Ina just smiles as she looks at the carnage in the ring. Billy Joe spins around and tells Ina that that’s gonna be her next to which she simply rolls her eyes. Ina spins around and walks back to the backstage area. while the members of A.S.H circle around the downed Valen as Defiance goes to commercial. Winner via pinfall - Baron McCleary (8:12) ![]() The scene opens up in the back. NINA STOKES: Abaddon―when I first heard the name, the first thought that came to my mind was “who the hell is that?” The name didn’t intimidate me (which is probably it’s intended purpose), it didn’t strike fear into my heart. What it did do, is make me shake my head; and what did do was give me a good laugh. She smiles lightly. NINA STOKES: And after everything I’ve been through lately, I needed a good laugh. Now after a while, once my laughter had subsided, I decided actually look up what the definition of “Abaddon” was. I know Mr. Miles is a bit, hmm, slow, but surely he must have chosen the name for a reason. So, I pulled up the ye old Wikipedia. Nina reaches into her pocket and pulls out her iPhone. NINA STOKES: “Abaddon: In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place.” She lets out a small chuckle. NINA STOKES: Hey! That’s kind of like your career―bottomless and empty. Maybe this name change was a good choice for you after all! She puts on a feigned sad face NINA STOKES: I’m sorry, that was mean. Let me just press on forward just a bit. “Abaddon: an angel...described as the king of an army of locusts.” The term is said to be Latin for "destroyer". Slowly, a look of utter disgust crosses her face. NINA STOKES: You know what really irks me about you Joey? And yes, I’m calling you Joey; get the hell out of here with that dumbass name of yours. What irks me is that you are so fake; and the fact of the matter is everyone can see it. I don’t care for many people here in HK; but, there are a number of people here that I respect―Kenshin, MJ, XAD, Onyx, Atwater. I respect those five because no matter what kind of crazy shit that comes up against them, they are always direct, honest, and true to themselves. They don’t have to try and deceive the people, they don’t have to put on a mask like you Joey. They are―genuine. Nina pauses for a couple of seconds. NINA STOKES: You’ve never been genuine, have you Joey? Even when you were fucking bum you still weren’t genuine. You always tried to be something that you weren’t: you tried to appear goofy and fun loving, you tried to be charming, you tried to act like you knew what the hell you were doing in that ring. But you weren’t any of those things, Joey. Once again, she pauses for a few moments. NINA STOKES: Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this match. I mean, how could I not be. Joey, do you remember our last match? Think back, because I remember it very very clearly. You and I faced many months ago, and winner of that match was set to go on a compete for the No Limits Championship. And before that match, one Joey Miles walked out and gave a long, dull, dry promo. Geez, did it last forever. And it, was just like every promo that people in HKW cut against me: “you’re terrible Nina,” “I’m going to kick your ass,” “filth flarn filth, sexually reference.” Nina shakes her head a bit. NINA STOKES: And then, you proceeded to lose that match. Another smile crosses her face. NINA STOKES:In all honesty, I probably should have sent you a fruit basket or something because I wouldn’t have rose to the top of the company if it wasn’t for that match. I probably wouldn’t be the champion that I am today without that match. Suddenly, she raises her right index finger. NINA STOKES: Now that begs a question Joey. You couldn’t beat me one on one with a set of strictly defined rules. So how in the hell are you going to beat me when the rules are completely thrown out of the damn window? I’m not trying to be cocky or arrogant; that is just a serious question, and it’s one I’m entitled to ask. I’m well aware the most of the roster still doesn't like me. But no one can question how tough I am; no one can question the fact that I’ll put my body on the line to get the win―I proved that on the last show. She slowly nods her head in affirmation. NINA STOKES: It has been a long, grueling road to get to the top; I’ve gone through months of hell to get to this Bloodlust Championship. And I’ll be damned if I let someone like you beat me, especially when I just earned this title. Fran has wreaked havoc on upon this company―she wasn’t worth enough to hold this belt. Joey, you’ve caused a little bit chaos; however, that’s not main crime. Your true crime is that you’ve brought mediocrity and complacency to HKW. Just like Fran, you aren’t worth told hold this championship either. And tonight it appears I get to beat that fact into your skull. I look forward to sending you back to the bottom of this company―back to that bottomless pit you claim to come from now. She laughs a little bit. NINA STOKES: Oh, that’s a call-back. Her laughter subsides as she stares directly into the camera. NINA STOKES: Now, here’s another call-back. Two weeks ago I told the world that I was going to defeat Fran; and I lived up to me word. I also told the world that HKW deserves a better champion, and that said champion would be me. This week, I’m well on my way to proving that fact to be true as well. When Onyx won the World Championship, did she turn around and immediately defend it? No she did not. That’s not to disrespect to her. I realize Onyx got attacked and nearly injured after match; however, I was battered and bloodied after my match as well, and I’m still fighting. At Divine Supremacy, Colton Sterling unanimously became the best No Limits title holder. That night he wrestled for over 40 minutes and went on to defeat three competitors, including myself. Did Colton put his title on the line at the following show? Again, no he did not. And there’s no point bring up the tag team champions―its miracle if they even make it to the damn show. She raises an eyebrow. NINA STOKES:My point is this; I walked into hell to obtain this belt. And this week, I’m going to take another stroll into hell to defend it. If that’s not the shining definition of a “fighting champion” then I don’t know what is. Once again, she nods her head. NINA STOKES:I don’t know the future; I’m not a mind reader. I don’t know exactly how long I’m going to hold this Bloodlust Championship―but what I do know is that when I’m done with it, it’s going to be the most prestigious belt in this business. Fade out. ![]() 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. 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. Knox ignores the crowd as she glides down to the ring, a smirk twisting her mouth as she climbs the steps and ducks between the middle rings. Leaning down, she picks up the mic that the ref had slipped into the ring for her and brings it up to her lips. Waits patiently until the crowds jeers and boos die down. KNOX HURST: Soooo… what shithole have I landed in now? She rolls her eyes before bringing the mic up to her lips again. KNOX HURST: What’s the matter? Everyone seems kind of hostile tonight. I mean, all I did was put that bitch through a glass table. Bitches love glass tables. The boos and jeers of the crowd are suddenly interrupted as a cheer goes up and the lights dim down. “Say Goodnight to the World” by Dax Riggs cuts through the crowds reaction as Ava Adore herself steps out onto the stage. There’s a line of stitches running through her pale skin at the temple and a few bruises and cuts but she’s standing tall as she stalks down to the ring. Her expression placid except for her eyes which burn with something like anger. She slides under the bottom rope, popping up to her feet as she closes the space between herself and Knox. Ava stared down into Knox’s eyes but the smaller woman didn’t back down. Held her ground. KNOX HURST: Awww, look at you all not dead and shit. That’s… I dunno. On one hand it’s disappointing because--- She’s cut off by a stiff right hand to the face that sends the dark haired woman reeling. She stumbles back a few steps as her chin snaps back and Ava follows it up by another right hand to the face. Knox tries to battle back, one hand slipping into the waistband of her black lycra pants. The light dully catches the brass knuckles on her fist but it’s too late for Ava to notice them and Knox opens up the cut above Ava’s eye again. The redhead refuses to stop, though, and lands another punch. Knox hits her again, a quick double punch to the face that finally stops Ava in her tracks and sends her down to the canvas on her knees. KNOX HURST: Cool. That was an A for effort or something like that. Gotta say though, baby…. I’m surprised that Kai let you pull your mouth off his dick long enough to come out here and try to… well. I’m not sure what you were trying to do but really… I expected something a little better from the monster under the bed. She smirks. KNOX HURST: But then I guess that’s not you anymore, is baby doll? She levels Ava with a ferocious punch to the temple that puts the redhead down, now bleeding profusely from the shallow head wound. Knox lifts her up, struggling a little under the weight of the taller woman before she gets her balance. She lifts her up, positions her and then completely destroys her with the Widow Maker, a brainbuster to the turnbuckle. Ava’s limp body slumps to the ground and Knox gives her a kick to the ribs. The smirk takes a darker twist as she hauls her limp body up and drives her into the turnbuckle again with another Widow Maker. The crowd is screaming boos at Knox as she lifts the mic to her lips again. KNOX HURST: I have no idea how a pathetic piece of trash like you managed to survive Vegas. But there ya go… I guess we grow up and we destroy our idols. She shakes her head with a sneer, dropping the mic down on Ava’s fallen body as she climbs out of the ring. “Natural Born Sinner” blares over the PA system as Knox saunters back up the ramp, passing the EMTs as they run down to check on Ava. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a BRING YOUR OWN WEAPONS MATCH FOR THE HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP! Slipknot's "[515]" hits the PA System as Abaddon makes his way onto the stage. He stands there, pushing a shopping cart fill with weapons down to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, the challenger… From Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, "Satan's Protégé" Abaddon! Abaddon pushes the cart toward the ring and sets it in one of the corners before sliding into the ring. He gets to his knees and recites a prayer as he waits for the champion… WHISPER VIPERI: And his 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: Now residing in Miami, Florida. She is the HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION…. NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOOOOOOOOOOKES! 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, looking at the weapons brought to the ring by Abaddon. ![]() vs. ![]() DING DING DING The opening bell tolls and Abaddon immediately exits the ring and goes to his cart of weapons. He pulls out the hammer to a ring bell, but as he turns back to the ring, the Bloodlust Champion comes flying out of the ring, and takes Abaddon down the a suicide dive! Abaddon drops his hammer and falls back into the protective barricade. Nina pushes herself to her feet and walks over to Abaddon, kicking away at his midsection with kick after kick. Nina pulls Miles away from the protective barricade, but Miles pulls Nina’s head down and drives his knee into her face, and then tosses her head and shoulder first into his weapon filled shopping cart! RANDY THE PILOT: Uhh, cleanup on aisle ringside! ALEXA CORRA: When did you become corny? RANDY THE PILOT: When you left me here with Mason last week! BRIAN MASON: I feel the love you guys. Abaddon lifts Nina up to a vertical base, and tosses her over his shoulder. He looks like he’s ready to send Nina face first into the steel post, but the Bloodlust Champion slides down Abaddon’s back, and pushes him face first into the steel post! Nina bends down, and picks up a cheese grater to big cheers from the crowd. She walks over to Abaddon, pulls his head back by his hair, and rubs the cheese grater against face, breaking skin and… ALEXA CORRA: Blood! The blood starts pouring down Abaddon’s face as Nina looks at his cart of weapons and picks up a nightstick. She walks over to Abaddon and presser the nightstick against his throat until Abaddon reached forward and raked Nina in the eyes. With Nina temporarily blinded, Abaddon rushed to his feet, bent over, and picked up a kendo stick. He waited for Nina to turn around. WHAM! Abaddon blasts Nina in the midsection with the kendo stick! Nina falls to her knees, and Miles walks around her, and blasts her in the spine with the kendo stick! Nina falls face first to the thin mat below, and Abaddon rears back, and blasts Nina in the spine with the kendo stick again! BRIAN MASON: Think that blood woke Abaddon up. RANDY THE PILOT: My ninja ready cash in on his first HKW championship! ALEXA CORRA: I need more blood… Abaddon rips Nina up to her feet, and slides her into the ring. With the champion grounded, Abaddon looks underneath the ring and pulls out… RANDY THE PILOT: It’s table time! He picks the table up and slides it into the ring where he notices Nina pulling herself up to her feet. Miles grabs a chair, and slides into the ring. He charges toward Nina, but the Bloodlust Champ pops up to her feet, and dropkicks the chair back into Abaddon’s face! Miles falls to the mat and Nina grabs the chair. She patiently waits for him to get to his feet, and when he does, Nina launches the chair directly at his head! RANDY THE PILOT: Ding! CHECK PLEASE! Miles falls back into the ropes, and bounces back towards Nina and into a running rising knee! Miles falls back to the mat and Nina falls forward for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nina looks over at the table that Abaddon brought into the ring earlier, an evil grin forming on her features. She pulls the table legs up and flips it upright, pulling it away from the corner it was near. Once the table was set up, Nina turns around but gets caught with a kick to the midsection, wraps his arms around Nina’s waist, and sends her through the table with a belly to belly suplex! Miles makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nina kicks and the match continues. Miles mounts over top of his opponent and punches her in the head a couple of times before he slid underneath the ropes and out of the ring. He walks over to his fallen shopping card, and picks it up, tossing it over the top rope, and into the ring! RANDY THE PILOT: What the hell that ninja gon’ do with a shopping cart? BRIAN MASON: Truth be told, I’m impressed he managed to throw it over the top rope like that. ALEXA CORRA: You’re such a panzi, Mase. God. Miles bends down and grabs a bunch of weapons which included a pair of brass knuckles, a tablet, and some cooking utensils. Once he gets in the ring, he drops all of the items to the ground and turns his attention to the shopping cart he threw in earlier. He spins it on its wheels and looks over at a slowly recovering Nina Stokes. RANDY THE PILOT: Think we’re about to see what Miles had planned with that shopping card! He smirks sadistically and charges forward toward Nina, but the Bloodlust Champion leapfrogs over Abaddon, and hits him with a superkick to the back of the head, sending Miles into the shopping cart! ALEXA CORRA: Hah. That was funny. RANDY THE PILOT: Did you just laugh!? ALEXA CORRA: I chuckled. Nina looks over at Abaddon struggling to get out of the shopping cart. Suddenly, Ryan Corey comes darting down the ramp and slides into the ring! ALEXA CORRA: Ugh. What the hell is he doing out here? Corey looks over at Nina. She steps back and motions that Abaddon’s all his as a sick smirk forms on Corey’s face. Abaddon finally gets himself out of the shopping cart, and he turns around...but stops right when he sees Ryan Corey! RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhhhhhshit! Run, Joey, Run! Miles tries to make a getaway, but Corey grabs Miles by the hair and starts wailing away with rights and lefts! Corey continues beating down on Abaddon until Abaddon manages to use his feet to push Corey away. Abaddon slides out of the ring, and takes off the ramp, but Ryan Corey was hot on his tail! Corey chases Abaddon to the back, while Nina looks around at the weapons in the ring and gives the fans a shrug of the shoulders. BRIAN MASON: Welp...so much for that Bloodlust Championship match. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, sometimes this shit happens, bruh. I mean --- AYE, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE?! Bo McCleary slides into the ring from behind Stokes and picks up a fluorescent light tube that she brought to the ring. He patiently waits for Nina to turn around, and when she does… CRAAAASH! Bo breaks the fluorescent light tube over Nina’s head! Pieces of glass go flying everywhere as Bo tosses the broken light tube out of his hands and walks over towards Nina’s body. BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that about?! Bo had no business out here! ALEXA CORRA: And Ryan Corey had business out here? Didn’t think so… Bo slumps over and laughs at Nina’s face. He turns his attention to the Bloodlust title laying right next to her, picks it up, and lifts it in the air to a chorus of boos from the crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: Think we know what Bo’s doing out here. He wants the Bloodlust title! Bo drops the title on top of Nina and makes his way toward the ropes, and exits the ring. He jumps down to the floor and spins around, motioning that the Bloodlust title was coming home with him as Defiance went to commercial. WINNER - NO DECISION |
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![]() CAMERAMAN: Yo, Jack! Jack! Backstage, we find Jack Warren lacing up his wrestling boots as he begins getting ready for his main event match against Zakk Lewis. He looks up at the cameraman and gives him that smug smirk of his. JACK WARREN: What’s up, fatass? Want me to sign something so you can finally have something in your life that’s worth a damn? CAMERAMAN: Dude, I have like two kids and a wife. JACK WARREN: So? My point still fucking stands, ya big oaf. Probably got some short bus riding kids too. The fuck you want? Jack finishes lacing up his boots as the cameraman asks a question. CAMERAMAN: So, you ready for this main event? Warren begins laughing before he looks over at the cameraman and stops, realizing he was being serious with that question. JACK WARREN: Holy shit, were you actually serious? The camera moves in an up and down motion as the cameraman seems to be shaking his head. JACK WARREN: I’m Jack Fucking Warren. Of course I’m ready for the main event. I’m a main event talent! I was born for this type of matchup. I was born to be in the spotlight, outclassing some loud mouthed child like Zakk Lewis. You know what, don’t ask me no more fucking questions. Hold that damn camera and make sure it catches every single word I’m about to say. It’s very important that we give the HKW universe their bi-weekly dose of Jack Warren. The cameraman can be heard sighing before Jack Warren continued speaking. JACK WARREN: Zakk? You listening, Zakk? I really hope you’re listening because it’s very important I get this warning out to you. I’m going to beat the living shit out of you tonight and I’m going to make Shane watch every second of it. Not because it’s going to pain him to see you get your little bitch ass kicked the shit out of, but because it’s going to be a reminder of what I do to him. Everything about you screams annoying, Zakk. And tonight, I’m going to do HKW a favor and become their exterminator for the night...just so that I can get rid of a pest. Maybe I’ll even take mercy on you and let you become my bag bitch after I embarrass you. Maybe. Jack slowly gets to his feet. JACK WARREN: As for what I did two weeks ago to Xavier Asher Daniels? He should be lucky I didn’t go through with my plan to the very end because his career would have been finito. Lights out. Well fucking done. Xavier Asher Daniels can have all the fire brewing inside of him that he wants, he still ain’t shit compared to me. Congrats on the win. Enjoy it. That’s about to be the last one good one you have for awhile. Warren hops in place before he speaks once more. JACK WARREN: As for Shane Atwater? If he tries anything while I’m wrestling my match, he’ll face a hell of a lot of consequences. One might even be making him brace buddies with Xavier. Shane, sit the fuck down on commentary and try your best not to bore the people to death while I go ahead and try to make Zakk Lewis look like a better wrestler than his brother could. You know, the same one he couldn’t beat with outside help that was never a top champion? Just do your best, Shane. I know having to call a match is gonna be real difficult, especially when we know you’re just going to try your best to make it seem like you’re not impressed by me. End of the day, Jack Warren’s better than all three of these chumps. And I’ll be saying this each and every show I appear from now until my match against Shane Atwater comes and goes. Get the fuck out my way, I’m shooting straight to the top. Oh, and Shane? Jack gives the camera the double bird before turning his back on it and heading off, laughing his head off. ![]() MEDICAL EXAMINER: There doesn’t appear to be anything broken however I am going to have you take some x-rays just so we can be positive. I am also going to prescribe you something for the pain. Gia is hunching over on the examination bench rubbing the back of her neck before she slowly nods her head. The male medical examiner stands up briskly walking out from the office. Gia groans from discomfort as the lights begin to flicker making irritating buzzing noises. Outside in the hallways the lights shut off causing quite a stir outside the room. She looks upwards clearly annoyed before they completely shut off as well leaving the room pitch black. Quietly footsteps are heard with the subtle sound of child-like humming. Laalaaalaaa A familiar calling card signals only a few panels to turn on revealing a female figure standing in a translucent white gown in front of Gia. She screams but is unable to move anywhere due to her injuries. The darkness conceals the figure’s face giving view to only the ivory skinned body. The female figure is holding a large golden bowl in her hands skillfully using it to obscure vision of her nude chest. Gia opens her mouth but is silenced with a ‘shhh’. The woman tilts her head to the side giving a clear view of who it is. MJ BELL: It is time for you to be freed, Gia. It’s what she wants... The bowl raises in the air before the contents of pure red pour down Gia’s form. It is thick as it drips to the floor painting the bench in the gooey, red liquid. GIA LEVI: What the fuck?! Is-- I--IS THIS BLOOD!?! What is wrong with you, fucking freak!? Another shriek empties from Gia’s throat but this appears to anger MJ as she slams the bowl across Gia’s cheek knocking her unconscious. MJ BELL: It appears she was wrong. You are not worthy. The bottom half of MJ’s face shows a hunting smirk as she covers her chest with the bowl once more slowly walking out the door. The lights in the office turn back on giving a proper sight to the bloody scene. Cutting to dark hall, MJ’s feet slowly walk leaving red foot prints behind with each step. The angle pans upwards showing her backside before MJ tilts her head backwards flashing completely black eyes. Another ‘Laalaalaa’ rings as MJ disappears into the darkness. All the lights finally turn on as the Medical examiner runs back into the room with a few others. Standing outside the door is Alexa’s manager, Sami, who is wearing a gleeful grin as she squeezes a small blue haired doll in her arms. The little girl skips away singing…. ![]() Cameras go outside of the arena, where the brawl between Felicity Banks and Onyx Payne has escalated to the street! The only one in camera view at the moment was Felicity Banks, still dressed in her skimpy ring gear. FELICITY BANKS: WHERE ARE YOU?! #BatmanVoice Felicity walks up and down the street, pulling the camera crew with her. She looks up and down the street, huffing and puffing the cold air out of her mouth. FELICITY BANKS: I swear to God! When I get my hands on her, she’s -- she’s -- Felicity screams at the top of her lungs. FELICITY BANKS: She’s going to be roadkill! A car nearly sideswipes Felicity, getting her attention only after the driver pushes in on the horn. FELICITY BANKS: Well fuck you too you peasant! YOU WATCH WHEN I CROSS THE ROAD! Felicity was still furious after losing to Aurora Master. She continues her search for Onyx, turning down one of the street blocks near the camera. CAMERAMAN: Felicity, I really think we should get back to the arena. She isn’t he-- FELICITY BANKS: No! No, no, no, no, no! You do what I want you to do! And right now, I want you to carry around that stupid camera so you could record what I do to the NEEEEEWWW WORLD CHAMPION!!! Felicity scoffs. FELICITY BANKS: Fuckin’ bitch. Felicity turns around and heads back toward the arena. She looks up and behind a couple of little bushes outside of the arena, and finally throws her hands to her hips. FELICITY BANKS: She ran the hell away! THAT’S BECAUSE SHE’S SCARED OF ME JUST LIKE I SAID!!!! Just then a blur comes from the corner of the picture and spears Felicity into the butches. As the person whips her hair back out of her face it is revealed to be Onyx Payne as she begins to unload on Felicity before the two begin to roll around in the mud and dirt. When Fel maneuvers her way on top, Onyx kicks her off but when she goes to stand, Felicity comes back with a spear of her own and goes to punch her but quickly two men in blue come running up and begin to try and separate the two. FELICITY BANKS: I’m gonna kill you! Felicity tries to throw another haymaker, but one of the police officers manages to catch Felicity’s arm and restrain her back. COP 1: Mam -- MAM! I’m gonna need you to calm down! Felicity musters up whatever spit and loogies she can before rearing back, and spitting directly in the cops face! He lets go of Felicity, allowing her to kick him in the family jewels, and dives back onto Onyx! RANDY THE PILOT: AHHHHHHHHHHSHIT! Onyx manages to get on top of Felicity, pummeling away with rights and lefts. The other cop grabs a hold of Onyx and goes to pull her back but she throws a back elbow at him catching him off guard and right in the nose! COP 2: Officer down! Officer down! No, make that two officers down! The officer begins to back away hunched over as he checks his nose with his hand and there has been blood drawn. The two officers look at each other before looking back at the scraping women. COP 1 AND 2: Call for back up! Onyx and Felicity continue their brawl through the streets of Minnesota. Felicity grabbed a bouquet of roses and slapped it across Onyx’s back, and Onyx grabbed a peanut man’s cart and tried running over Felicity with it! The two continued fighting until a barrage of police cars with their sirens and lights on; trap Felicity and Onyx in a circle. RANDY THE PILOT: Oh, come on! This shit was better than the OJ chase! Felicity and Onyx look at the cops, then back at one another, then try to take off in opposite direction, but the cops catch them and do their best to restrain them. FELICITY BANKS: Get your disgusting hands off of me you peasant! YOU CAN’T ARREST ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? Felicity continues to struggle with the police until they finally get handcuffs around her wrists. As the two women are bent over the cars, both cuffed, they look over at one another before being escorted to separate police vehicles where they are read their rights and stuffed in the back seats. With one of the officers finally taking notice of the camera man, he demands that he stop filming and when the man didn’t comply in a timely fashion, the officer’s hand covered the lens til all you could see was static. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is your main event of the night! And it is a singles match scheduled for one fall! BRIAN MASON: Well, before our two competitors can make their way down to the ring, we are joined by a special guest here at ringside. A man that’s very...familiar with both men in the past few weeks, Shane Atwater. Hey, Shane! RANDY THE PILOT: What’s good, my dude? ALEXA CORRA: Kill yourself, Atwater. SHANE ATWATER: Thanks for the warm welcome. But I’m just here to watch the match, not encroach on your jobs. So if you don’t mind... Shane removes his headset and sets it down on the announce table. Brian looks over at Alexa and Randy and they just shrug at him before the action returns back to ring. "I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring. Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards his corner and getting ready for his match. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, he is JACK WARREN! BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren is one rotten person, no doubt about that. RANDY THE PILOT: I legit can’t wait to see my dude Shane snap his arm at Dream On. ALEXA CORRA: Why is Jack Warren a terrible person? Because he takes advantage of his opportunities? Because he’s ruthless? Because he doesn’t give a single fuck? Jack Warren’s one of the only reasons we can all get through Defiance without falling asleep. “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: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York; weighing in at 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS! ALEXA CORRA: Speaking of sleeping pills... RANDY THE PILOT: He about to wake Jack the hell up tonight though! BRIAN MASON: Zakk Lewis has always been rather outspoken, but he can back it up in the ring too. And tonight, he may just prove that. ![]() vs. ![]() DING! DING! DING! Once the bell rings, the two competitors slowly circle the ring before locking up. The slightly smaller Jack Warren manages to quickly put Zakk in a headlock, but Zakk grabs at his arm and manages to pull it away from the other one, allowing him to escape the headlock before he shoves Jack Warren forward to a round of applause from the audience. Warren looks at Lewis and smugly smiles before giving him a little sarcastic clap. Lewis shakes his head before he motions for Warren to make a move. Jack charges forward and attempts a bit boot to the face, but Zakk blocks it, then catches Jack with a kick to the gut, keeling him over. Zakk then hooks Jack's head before he plants him onto the mat with a DDT! The audience cheers as Zakk gets to his feet and instead of going for the cover, he looks over at Shane and shakes his head before he turns his attention back to the Lyle Risky guy. Zakk quickly grabs Jack by the head and gets him up to both feet before he irish whips the Defiance traitor towards the nearest corner. Warren hits the corner and leans up against it before Zakk rushes forward and catches him with a high knee to the jaw. Zakk then hooks Jack's head and rushes forward, attempting a bulldog, only for Jack to shove him off, forcing the young Lewis brother to fall right onto his ass while Warren stays on his feet. Zakk quickly tries to get to his feet, but Jack catches him with a boot to the gut before he shoves him back towards the ropes. Warren then irish whips Lewis towards the opposite ropes- or attempts to- only for Lewis to reverse it and send him towards those ropes. Warren bounces off of them and comes back towards Lewis, who catches him with a stiff leg lariat that floors him! Lewis then goes for the cover as he looks over at Atwater! BRIAN MASON: Zakk Lewis is not letting Jack Warren have anything here in the early going! ALEXA CORRA: Yeah, but Jack's no goddamn chump. He'll fight back into this. RANDY THE PILOT: Not if Zakk gets this three count right here though! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Zakk quickly gets to his feet and then gets Jack to his before he irish whips him towards the nearest corner. This time, Jack hits the turnbuckles chest first, forcing him to stumble backwards and allowing Zakk to catch him with a dropkick on the back of the head that floors him! Zakk then mounts himself on top of Jack and begins to drill him with lefts and rights to the back of the head, eventually forcing Gary Pinson to come in and pull Lewis away from Warren. The two men seem to have a disagreement on what had just went down before Zakk rolls his eyes and brushes past Gary Pinson. Lewis then grabs Warren by the head before he gets him up both feet once more. Zakk then tries to go for a suplex that would send Jack into the turnbuckles, but Jack stops it and reverses it, sending Lewis crashing into the mat with a suplex! The Minnesota audience goes completely quiet as Warren gets to his feet and begins motioning for Zakk to get to his. Once Lewis does get to his feet, Warren charges forward and spins, looking to connect with a discus elbow, only for Lewis to duck, then hook Warren around the waist before he goes for a German suplex! But somehow, Warren manages to land on his feet before he stumbles back towards the ropes! Lewis gets to his feet and sees that Warren is still on his, so he charges towards the Indiana native. But Jack seems to have suckered him in as he drops him shoulder and sends Zakk flying over the top rope and hitting the ground hard and getting even more silence form the audience as the ref starts his count after Warren screams at him to do so. BRIAN MASON: Did you see that fall Zakk Lewis just took? ALEXA CORRA: Looks to me like he landed right on his face. Perfect. RANDY THE PILOT: You crazy as hell, Alexa! CRAZY. AS. HELL. 1! 2! Zakk slowly starts to stir as Jack motions for the ref to speed it up. 3! 4! Zakk has gotten to all fours, getting a scowl out of Jack, who shoves the ref out of the way and quickly exits the ring, forcing the ref to restart his count. Jack then rushes forward and punts Zakk right in the ribs, forcing Zakk to roll over onto his back. Jack then puts his boot onto Zakk's throat while he looks over at Shane, who stays glued in his seat, but keeps his staredown with Warren going. 1! 2! 3! BRIAN MASON: Both men need to be careful that they don't get counted out here! ALEXA CORRA: Well, yeah. Who the fuck wants to see a main event end via countout. RANDY THE PILOT: But my dude Atwater would love to hear that bell ring, cause he'll go right after Warren's ass. Jack then finishes up choking his opponent before he grabs him by the head and slowly gets him back into the ring. Jack then slides in himself before he mounts himself on top of Zakk before drilling him with multiple punches to the face. Warren then gets up to both feet before he looks out at the audience and taunts them, spreading out his arms and flashing them a smirk. He then turns his attention back to Zakk, who’s now up on all fours, before he rushes to the ropes to the left of Lewis, bounces off of them, then catches Lewis right in the head with a dropkick! Lewis falls over onto his back before Jack goes for the cover as the audience boos him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack quickly gets to his feet and grabs Zakk by the head before he puts his body on the middle rope while keeping a lock on his head. Jack looks out at the audience and smugly smirks once more before he plants Zakk right on his head, connecting with a rope hung DDT before he goes for the cover once more! BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren with a rope hung DDT! ALEXA CORRA: Say good night, Zakk Lewis! RANDY THE PILOT: This fool better kickout! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Warren looks over at Pinson and yells at him, telling him to count faster, only for Pinson to tell him that he was counting as fast as possible. Warren then gets to his feet and looks over at Shane before he walks over to that side of the ring and motions for Shane to come into the ring. Shane just stays stoic as he looks at Jack, getting a laugh out of his Dream On opponent. Jack then turns back around and see Zakk slowly getting onto all fours before he grabs him and gets him up to both feet. Jack then goes for a powerslam, but Zakk slips behind him before he hooks his waist and lifts him, then plants him with a German suplex! But he’s not done there as he keeps his hold around Jack’s waist before both men get to their feet, then lifts him up once more before planting him with another German suplex! All good stuff comes in threes however as Zakk keeps his hold, gets himself and Jack up to both feet once again, then lifts him up and drops him with a third straight German suplex, holding Jack down for a pinfall attempt! BRIAN MASON: Three straight German suplexes from Zakk Lewis! ALEXA CORRA: What the actual fuck, Warren? RANDY THE PILOT: He folded his goddamn neck up like an accordion, bruh! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! ALEXA CORRA: Oh, thank God! Zakk shakes his head after Jack manages to get his shoulder up right before the three count. Lewis then gets to his feet and grabs Warren by the head before he gets him up to both feet. Zakk then hooks Jack’s head and lifts him, seemingly going for a suplex...but keeping him vertical for a few seconds before he drops him onto his back with a delayed vertical suplex! Zakk then goes for the cover, making sure he keeps his eyes right on Shane Atwater as he does so! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Lewis then quickly gets to his feet before he grabs Warren by the head and gets him up to both feet before he irish whips him towards the ropes. Jack bounces off of them and is immediately caught right in the face with a dropkick! Zakk then rushes towards the nearest corner and quickly climbs the turnbuckles before he gets to the top. Jack then slowly gets to his feet and turns towards said corner before Zakk leaps off and catches Jack with a diving crossbody before he goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Diving crossbody and pin! ALEXA CORRA: Kickout, Warren! RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t kickout, Warren! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Jack shoots his shoulder up right at the last second, forcing Pinson to stop at two! Lewis quickly gets to his feet and heads for the corner once more before he heads all the way to the top turnbuckle. Warren slowly gets to his feet and Zakk leaps off before he attempts a flying clothesline, only for Jack to catch him with a dropkick from out of nowhere! Jack then grabs Lewis before he hooks his head and plants him with a DDT! Warren then goes for the cover as he looks over at Atwater! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Warren slams his hands on the mat before he screams at the ref. But Pinson tells him he counted fairly and with the right pace. Warren then stomps away at Lewis before he grabs him, lifts him, and plants him onto his head with a lifting DDT! However, instead of going for the cover, Warren notices Atwater watching with a small smirk on his face, so he quickly exits the ring and heads right up to Atwater before he starts shit talking. Shane just leans back in his seat as it seems like Jack is ready to lose his mind...before Warren boots Atwater in the face so hard, forcing his seat to lean back and send him falling to the ground. Warren laughs before he heads back towards the ring as the audience boos him. BRIAN MASON: Now, that was uncalled for! RANDY THE PILOT: You damn right it was! Shane, you aight?! ALEXA CORRA: Pay attention to the match, gentlemen. Warren points and laughs at Atwater, but gets spun around into a big right hand from Lewis! The shot sends Warren back up against the ropes, and on the rebound, Lewis goes for a spinebuster, but Warren kicks Lewis square in the face and sends him over to the top rope and out of the ring! Suddenly, Shane Atwater charges the ring and takes Jack Warren down! DING DING DING! The referee calls for the bell, throwing the match out - but that doesn't stop Atwater from taking the fight to Warren! RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater boutta kill Warren, bruh! Atwater hits Warren with rights and lights before he pops back up to his feet. Atwater waits for Warren to get to his feet, and when he does, he charges forward, but Warren lifts his leg and swiftly kicks Atwater right in the family jewels! ALEXA CORRA: Hah. Good for him. Atwater drops to his knees and gets kicked in the face by Warren. Warren stands over top of Atwater and yells in his face, when suddenly Xavier Asher Daniels comes charging down the entrance ramp with a steel rod in his hand! BRIAN MASON: It's XAD! XAD's come out to get him some! XAD slides into the ring and ducks underneath a right hand, before he blasts Warren in the back with the steel rod! Warren rolls out of the ring with XAD following him, swinging the steel rod in his hand wildly as he tries to get some revenge for what’s happened to him at Warren’s hands! Warren runs up the ramp, grabbing at the small of his back, screaming something back up at XAD, who had gotten back into the ring. XAD spins the rod around in his hand, almost daring Warren to come back down, and finally looks over at the recovering Atwater. RANDY THE PILOT: Homie Atwater lucky XAD came out here to save his ass. Warren coulda done some serious damage to 'em. XAD watches as Atwater stands to his feet. He looks back over at Warren who's still backpedaling up the ramp for just a split second, turns around, and blasts Atwater in the ribs with the steel rod! BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! Did Xavier just do that?! ALEXA CORRA: Who knew he had a set? Atwater falls to his knees and XAD stares down at Atwater for a moment, before raising the rod over his head and finishes him off with a hard blow to the back, knocking him down to the mat! BRIAN MASON: Ah, come on! What was that for!? The crowd boos as XAD looks down at Atwater's lifeless body, a faint smirk on XAD's face. XAD looks up at Warren and points the rod at him, mouthing a few threats as he stands over Atwaters body. Warren's eyes bulge wide open, shocked by what he's just seen as Defiance comes to a close. Winner via disqualification - Jack Warren (12:11) |
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