| DEFIANCE XXX AFTERMATH | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 15 2015, 12:43 AM (609 Views) | |
| BB | Mar 15 2015, 12:43 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the HKW superstars after Defiance only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Defiance spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out! |
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| Shane Atwater | Mar 15 2015, 02:01 AM Post #2 |
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Backstage. Nowhere near the trainer's room, as Shane Atwater derailed the trip to see the doctors before it even started. The very second he was able to stand, he fought his way through trainers and officials to get to the backstage area... But of course, by the time he'd arrived backstage and worked his way through the legion of officials trying to cut him off and herd him toward medical attention...both Jack Warren and Xavier Asher Daniels were long gone. So now he's sitting, stained with a little bit of sweat, his face and shirt both stained with the blood that's been pouring from the wound where XAD's steel pipe found purchase on his skull. The quiet hangs eerily for a few moments, the sound of Atwater's breathing the only sound, even the bustle of equipment being moved and loaded forgotten. "This is life." He runs a finger over the back of his head, wincing as he does so, his fingers slick with blood. "This is life for me. That trying to be Mr. Nice Guy, trying to be a GOOD man... This is what comes with doing the right thing. With coming up in this business the right way. With trying to do things the way THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DONE IN THIS SPORT...you know the scumbags are going to come gunning for you. That the trash is going to try and drag you down and bury you. That the most worthless, reprehensible pieces of shit are going to look at what you're doing, what you're trying to accomplish, and they're going to try to tear it down. They're going to try and get their grubby fingers on every opportunity you earn, earn because you're BETTER THAN THEM....because they don't have the capacity or the will to do the work themselves. I knew this was going to be my life from the very second I decided to become a professional wrestler. From the moment I started training, I knew there would be nights like this, where I'd be nursing what's surely a cracked rib and soaked in my own blood and needing more than a few stitches. I knew, and I accepted it. BUT THAT GOD DAMN WELL DOESN'T MEAN I'M GONNA FUCKING SIT HERE AND TOLERATE IT!" Atwater slams a hand down on the equipment case he was leaning on as he pulls himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "I am done. DONE. You want an express ticket to Hell, Jackie Boy? YOU FUCKING GOT ONE. I tried to do this right. I tried to do the right thing, the thing I KNEW should be done. But some people...some people you have to deal with on their level. Some people you have to treat with all the fucking indignity a piece of shit like they are deserves...And that is you all over, Jackie-Boy. I was gonna give you the fucking opportunity to go out in the ring at Dream On like a man but you fucking ended that, didn't you? You punk-ass piece of shit. You worthless piece of living, breathing, human fucking excrement. I am DONE FUCKING WITH YOU, JACK. No more snarky remarks. No more airhorns, no more back-and-forth jabs, no more kicks to the balls LIKE A FUCKING COWARD, the next time you and I are in the same building, I am cutting you the FUCK down. Romeo might as well schedule another opponent for me at Dream On, because I swear to God, Jack, I see you boarding a private plane in the same airport, I see you buying a sandwich in a restaurant, I SEE YOU TAKING A SINGULAR FUCKING BREATH OF THE SAME AIR I'M BREATHING, I'M TAKING YOUR FUCKING LIMBS. ONE. BY. FUCKING. ONE. And then I'm snapping your fucking neck. You get that, you squareheaded piece of frat-boy shit? I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR FUCKING NECK. You don't get to breathe another easy breath while I'm still walking this Earth, Jackie Boy. You don't get to spend another day living your carefree shitpig life without reprecussions as long as I'm alive. When I'm finished here, the only thing the name 'Jack Warren' is going to be synonymous with is the most brutal and violent ending to a career in pro wrestling history. There is no future for you. There is no spot promised to you by Lyle Risky. There's no world titles, there's no title shots, there is NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL FOR YOU BUT A FUCKING BODY BAG, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER. Shane pauses a moment, still seething as he tries to put aside the pain. "And as for you, Xavier Asher Daniels... You shiftless piece of garbage. A guy like Jack...I expect shit like this from. A guy like Zakk Lewis, I expect shit like this from. But you, Xavier? I expected better from you. But maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe I should have seen right through you for what you really are. Maybe I was stupid to think you were an actual competitor. Maybe I was stupid to think you wanted to excel in this business the right way. Maybe I was stupid to have even an ounce of fucking faith in you. You remember that, right? When your little downward spiral was at its lowest point, I came to you, and I laid it out for you. I spoke to you, man-to FUCKING man, and I told you that if you weren't going to be the wrestler I knew you could be, that if you weren't going to pull your shit together, then I was going to have to go in another direction. And you looked me in the eyes, as a man, you shook my hand, as a man, and you promised me that you were. And for a minute there, it seemed like you were right. We won that tag match, and the Xavier Asher Daniels I remembered was there. Maybe not all the way there, but he was definitely there. So I pulled the trigger, and I put you on the team. BECAUSE I BELIEVED IN YOU. And then...well... Then Jackie Boy happened. And I was sorry for that. Not just because of what it did to Defiance, not just because of what happened to me...But because of what it did to you, Xavier. Because it robbed you of an opportunity to show the world that you were coming back into your own. That the old Xavier Asher Daniels wasn't dead and gone. That you could be that guy that almost beat Felicity Banks again. ...But maybe THAT was for the best. Because it turns out, that Xavier Asher Daniels? He didn't actually have what it took to beat Felicity Banks. That Xavier Asher Daniels was always going to come up short. Not only that...that Xavier Asher Daniels, deep down in his heart of hearts, was a cowardly piece of shit just like Jack Warren. A lead pipe. That's good, man. That's real good. I'm glad you found an equalizer. I'm glad you got yourself something, something to bring to the ring to make yourself feel like half a fucking man. Because knowing what I know now? There's no way...NO FUCKING WAY you could have gotten one over on me without it. You just aren't that good, Xavier. You weren't good enough to beat Felicity, you weren't good enough to be on Team Defiance, and you GOD DAMN SURE AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT ME NOW. There's a reason that the second you started to backslide, it was my name that was taking your place. There's a reason that the second you started to slip, to show that all that talent really couldn't take you all the way...that they put the ball in my hands. BECAUSE I'M BETTER THAN YOU, XAVIER. A better wrestler. And a better man. You want to come after me, bloody me up with a lead pipe like the fucking coward you've apparently always been...Because you want your spot back? Bad news on that one, sport. You fell off. Failed one too many times. Broke down int he spotlight. Spots taken. NO VACANCY, MOTHERFUCKER. You had your shot in the fucking limelight, and you failed. Miserably. And now, you think just because Felicity gave you the necessary rustle of your fucking jimmies to make you finally realize just how far you went ahead and fell, you get to come back in here and try and take something that you lost your right to a long time ago? Sorry, brother. That's not how this shit works. You had your shot. MULTIPLE shots. AND YOU FUCKING BLEW IT. My spot now. My TIME now. And there is nothing...Not Zakk Lewis, not that piece of shit Warren, and DEFINITELY NOT YOU, XAVIER...that is going to change that. NOTHING. Good on you, bringing your big gun out tonight. God knows you fucking needed it. BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME, XAVIER. Because when I get my hands on you...whether it's next DEFIANCE, or somewhere on the road to Dream On, I don't care....You can be Goddamn sure I'm going to make you regret it. And there is nothing...NOTHING you can do about it. You weren't good enough to beat me at your best, Xavier, not even back when you were trying with all your might to give Felicity a run for her money and make yourself a star. And you and I both Goddamn well aren't at your best anymore. I've looked in your eyes. You don't have what it takes, Xavier. You didn't then, and you DAMN SURE DON'T NOW. YOU ARE A FUCKING PALE IMITATION OF WHAT YOU USED TO BE, XAVIER, AND THAT...that...for you...is a Goddamn death sentence. I'm going to pick you apart and expose you. Remind the world of EXACTLY why Xavier Asher Daniels was a forgotten man around here. Of why the guy who used to be a mainstay in the World Championship picture was flirting with the end of his career just a matter of weeks ago. I'm going to remind the world at large of the fraud that is Xavier Asher Daniels, and when I'm finished? You're going to wish Jack Warren had crippled you for good. And then when I'm done, I'm settling up with Jackie Boy.... And claiming the number one contendership THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE IN THE FIRST PLACE. Because there's only room at this table for one of us. And I will be DAMNED if I'm going to let one of you worthless motherfuckers take what I have worked for my ENTIRE LIFE to earn. No more fucking around. No more trying to do things the right way. I'm settling up debts, and claiming what's rightfully mine. By any means necessary. No more Mr. Nice Guy." cut. |
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| Felicity Banks | Mar 15 2015, 02:42 AM Post #3 |
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![]() [OFF CAMERA] "How much motherfucking longer DO I HAVE TO MOTHERFUCKING WAIT IN HERE?!" Spending Saturday night inside a holding cell was the last place Felicity Banks imagined she would be. She tried to sit down and calmly wait for Brandon to pick her up, but there was no such thing as calm with one Felicity Banks. "DO YOU PEASANTS REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE DOING?! I'M FELICITY ANNE BANKS DAMNIT! I DON'T BELONG IN JAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!" She continued to scream, getting laughs out the person she was sharing her holding cell with. Felicity spun around, and leaned back against the cell. "Ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. First she costs me my match...now this bitch gets me put in jail?! In fucking JAIL!?" Felicity still had her mind on Onyx and Defiance as she huffed and puffed, throwing her hands over her face. "I'm going to kill her. I swear to God... I am going to kill her!" Felicity screamed into her hands while the lady in the holding cell with her watched on. "Watch your words, hunnie. I did a three year bid for saying I was gonna kill someone." Felicity pulled her hands away from her face, making eye contact with the lady inside of her cell for the first time. "Yah, but you're you, and I'm me. I don't do jail. You?" Felicity looked the lady up and down. "Looks like you've been here more than a couple of times." The lady laughed, showing some teeth - or where teeth should have been. "Eh, it beats the cold. And the foods not so bad!" Felicity scoffed, a disgusted look on her face. "Right. Well, you might be okay with getting treated like a lab rat, but I'm not." She spun around and started banging on the cell. "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE OR I'M GONNA SUE YOU PEASANTS FOR EVERY SINGLE PENNY THAT YOU HAVE!" She banged on the cell door some more. "HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" And she banged some more. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS! I SWEAR TO GOD!!! YOU'RE ALL GONNA PAY!" Felicity spun around and looked back at the lady inside her cell. "Okay, I'm gonna need you to help me." Felicity blurted out. She looked around the room for anything and everything that could help her break out. "Okay, I have an idea." Felicity walked over a spoon to the lady sharing her cell and handed it out to her. "What's this for?" The lady asked, staring at the spoon with no idea what was going on in Felicity's mind. "I need you to take your eye out with that spoon." Felicity was dead serious. "And when they come here to bring you to the medical wing or whatever - I can make my getaway!" The lady couldn't believe what Felicity had just said. She reached forward and grabbed the spoon - only to toss it to the side. "Kid, sit down. You're in here on a citation! You're going to be outta here before you kno--" Before the lady could finish her sentence, the call came in. "BANKS." The voice over intercom echoed throughout the holding area of the jail before Felicity's cell door popped open. "Come on back to dispatch. Your brother's here to save your ass." Felicity smiled and pushed the cell door open. As she pushed it back shut, she looked at the lady she was sharing a cell with. "See? If you would've just dug your eye with that spoon I would've came back for you. Now?" Felicity laughed. "Now I hope you rot. See ya..." Felicity laughed as she walked away. "...sure as hell wouldn't wanna be ya." She walked forward and pushed the door open, making it to the booking and dispatch area. She saw Brandon standing there, and immediately ran up to him to greet him with a hug. "I seriously thought you were gonna let me stay in here for the night." Brandon chuckled and shook his head. "I almost did." Edited by Felicity Banks, Mar 15 2015, 02:48 AM.
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| X.A.D | Mar 15 2015, 07:38 AM Post #4 |
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![]() The cameras were rolling as Xavier Asher Daniels made his way back through the curtain, hearing the crowd boo him loudly as he twirls the steal rod he had just used moments earlier in his hand. Despite the jeering, something the man has likely never heard in his career as either a singer or a wrestler, he couldn't look more happy. He got a small measure of revenge against Warrens tonight. Even if the sneaky little snake got away, he was afraid of him. Afraid of everything he's planned out coming down around him for what he did at Divine Supremacy. CAMERAMAN: Xavier! Xavier! A quick word about your actions just a few moments ago? Why attack Shane Atwater? The smile still in place, XAD leans against the wall, pipe still in hand as he began speaking. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Before I answer that question, Let me just say something really quick. I'm not going to sit here and say that I liked what I did to Shane, because I didn't. I didn't want it to come to this, and I didn't want it to be him. When I was in that place... that abyss that nearly swallowed me whole while me career went on a never ending downward spiral, he reached down and pulled me out. I let every ounce of self loathing and doubt eat me alive and it was showing, and he managed to get me to believe again, if only for a few moments. Something flickered in XAD's eyes, looking suspiciously like the doubt that had often been seen in his eyes since last year, but it went away as quickly as it came as he continued to speak politely. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: He gave me a focus, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I was doing something again. Like I did when I had to fight, scratch, and claw my way through obstacle after obstacle to get to The World Title. I felt alive again, like I could do anything! The smile left XAD's face, and it was replaced by a scowl that looked very out of place on the face of the former singer and dancer. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Then Jack Warren happened, and it made me realize something. Something I don't want to consider, but has been proven true the entire time that I've been here. That the right way doesn't always work. I've tried to keep on the straight and narrow here in HKW, I've tried being the good guy that smiles through the pain and frustration even though it's eating at me at every second. And what do I really have to show for it? I've pretty much had the same knee destroyed twice over the course of the last year, to the point where I'm gonna be living in this knee brace I'm wearing. And I've come so close, closer than anyone could possibly come to ever becoming a World Champion, and I kept falling short. Now... Now I'm supposed to just accept that a guy, a guy I respect despite all of this, take my spot and just stay silent about it? I'm sorry, but that's what's gotten me in this position in the first place. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: If Atwater, Warren, and Lewis want to be the one to challenge for the World Title, more power to them. But I'm done being shuffled aside. I'm done feeling sorry for myself. And I'm done with trying to do this the right way. In HKW, you're not here to fill up a spot, you're here to take one. XAD twirls the steel rod in his hand, before stopping on a dime and looking right into the camera. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: What I did tonight wasn't a statement, or anything like that. It was an invitation to come and try to take my place. XAD then turned around and hobbled away, tapping the rod along the walls as he hummed to himself. Edited by X.A.D, Mar 15 2015, 04:45 PM.
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| Deleted User | Mar 15 2015, 02:21 PM Post #5 |
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Backstage, Nero Darling crept along as the stage hands watched on. Some of them sneering at her and glaring with contempt and some of them slow clapping and giving her a wide berth. The emotions that flickered across her face were wildly at odds. Fear and sadness mixed with triumph and validation. Some part of her was proud that she'd managed to go out there and do what she'd done on her first match. Some angry little part of her was satisfied that she'd taken out that rage on another person. Even if he weren't the one to have inspired that anger in the first place. "'Atta job, killer," one of the stage hands sneered at her as she passed. Nero froze, a flicker of some kind of foreign emotion passing through her wide blue eyes. The tiny slip a girl whirled on the stage hand as she pointed a finger in his direction. "THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?" she demanded, advancing on him. He blanched, backing up a few steps as she grabbed a box off of a nearby cleaning cart and threw it in his direction. It burst on impact with the linoleum and rolls of paper towels rained down everywhere. "FOR A FUCKING YEAR I SIGNED YOUR FUCKING PAYCHECK AND NOW YOU TRYNA SAY SOME SLY ASS SHIT OUT THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH? DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM?" Nero knocked the cart over and cleaning supplies flew everywhere as she stomped closer to the cowering stage hand. Backstage, things had ground to a halt as everyone watched with trepidation to see what the tiny blue haired girl would do next. "I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT!" she hissed as she drew her fist back. Time was suspended as she stared into the scared eyes of the stage hand, finally letting her fist drop with a sigh after the moment stretched on just a little too long. "I'm... I'm sorry..." she squeaked and turned on her heel to run back into her locker room. Inside, she curled up on the leather couch, wiping away the tears that poured down her cheeks. |
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| Nina Stokes | Mar 16 2015, 10:01 AM Post #6 |
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The scene fades in as we see the medical crew examining Nina Stokes. Med #1: All things considered, this week wasn't too bad for you. Of course you've got a few cuts and scrapes, but you'll live. Stokes: Thanks for patching me up. Med #2: By the way, hows that arm feeling? I know Queen of Death was crazy. She pats her arm lightly. Stokes: It's sore every now and again; but it's nothing to worry about. I'm fine, really. The medical crew heads to the other side of the room, leaving Nina sitting there. She looks over to her left and picks up her to title. After staring at it for a few moments, she places it in her lap. She then begins to speak, to no one in particular. Stokes: HKW frustrates me sometimes, it really does. From the very beginning, professional wrestling has always been about two warriors stepping into the ring to prove which one is the best. Unfortunately, people in HKW haven't seemed to grape that concept. No no, this company is infested with cowards. She laughs lightly and shakes her head. Stokes: I've never backed down from any challenge, here in HKW or anywhere else. If Bo "Fuck-ass" McCleary wanted a title shot, all he had to do was ask. All he had to do was ask, and all this could have been civil... She smirks a bit. Stokes: Now I've got to bury Bo, just like I did Fran. Oh well, so be it. |
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| Kol | Mar 16 2015, 04:38 PM Post #7 |
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Backstage, we find Colton Sterling making his way to the exit before one of the cameramen stop him, shouting his name out. CAMERAMAN: COLT! COLT! Colton stops in his tracks and turns around right at the area where the hallway he’s in and another hallway meet. His No Limits championship is around his waist and his phone is in his hands as he looks over at the cameramen with a smile on his face. COLTON STERLING: Hey, guy. I already know what you want to ask me and the answer is yes. Yes, I’m glad that Heath Harper won the shot at MY championship. He can lay claim to it from now until our matchup comes, but when I drop him on his head, he won’t be laying claim to nothing but being bested by a better wrestler. But I’m sure he’ll bring a fight. He seems like a legit scrapper. CAMERAMAN: Actually, I wanted to ask you your thoughts on Nina possibly throwing in a side shot and saying that you’re not a fighting champion. Sterling chuckles. COLTON STERLING: Did you know my favorite subject in school was history? I still love history, so here’s a little history lesson for you, Nina. Now, before I get on with this lesson, I get it, Nina. The little on camera time before your match, your “promo” wasn’t meant to be directed towards myself and Onyx. But I at least have to correct you when you say something that involves me that isn’t correct. Now, I agree that you’re a fighter and all of that. You went through hell at DS and lost, you won a title the next show, and then you defended said title tonight... Colt looks at his watch and sees it’s past midnight. COLTON STERLING: Or, I guess, yesterday. But that story mimics one similar to mine and the start of my title reign. You see, I went through hell at Destiny a half a year ago and lost my gold, then went into the next iGNiTE and won the No Limits championship....and then I defended it a week later. So, again, no disrespect to you, but please don’t mention me again unless you get your facts straight. I don’t wanna be a dick about it, but you’re practically starting your reign the same way I did mine. Let’s see- Without warning Colton falls to the floor. It's only when the cameraman notices that we find out why. Heath is standing there chuckling as he directs Tank to attack Colton. HEATH HARPER: Colty boy. I knew I was going to win the number one contendership. Just like I know I'm gonna take that No Limits Championship from you. Pass me that title Tank. Tank takes the No Limits Championship from around Colton's waist and passes it to Heath. Heath pats Tank on the shoulder and points Tank to attack Colton. Tank kneels down over Colton and lays left and rights hard to his head. While this is going on, Heath has put the No Limits Championship around his waist. HEATH HARPER: Lift him up Tank. Heath stands there with the No Limits Championship around his waist as Tank gets Colton to his feet. Heath looks at Colton and just laughs at him. HEATH HARPER: Colty, this title looks better on me, and it'll soon be around my waist permanently. Once Heath had taken the title off, he hits Colton full force in the face with it before directing Tank to pick Colton up again. Once Colton was up, Heath nailed Colton in the face again this time dropping the title over Colton's waist. HEATH HARPER: Keep it warm for me Colty Boy. Your days are numbered, I have a Tank, what do you have? Twirling his mustache, Heath stood there as he got Tank to take a picture of him. Heath was posing with his foot on Colton's chest and flexing his arms. HEATH HARPER: Glad you finally turned up Tank, better late than never I guess. Let's just go and leave Colty to his nap. Heath and Tank walk off as Heath just chuckles to himself. Whereas Tank looks back with a sorry look upon his face. Poor Tank was under Heath's control and there was anything he could do about it. |
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| Ronnie Banks | Mar 16 2015, 08:42 PM Post #8 |
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Zakk Lewis is seen walking out of the backstage going to the parking lot carrying his wrestling bag where he is approached by amateur interviewers. Zakk keeps walking as the interviewer rushes with him. JD: Hi! Zakk! This is JD Daniels from the WrestlingHubberz dot com. Can you give us any thoughts on your match. Zakk doesn't stop. He just keeps going. JD: Sir! Please!? Anything!? Zakk then stops. JD then grins and walks up to him. Zakk turns around and gives up the shrug. ZAKK LEWIS: Am I mad? Nah. Couldn't careless. I didn't lose, technically. JD: So you're not mad? No redemption? ZAKK LEWIS: Not really. JD then is confused. JD: You seem so calm about this. Why are you calm? You're usually more agitated in this past when somethings like this happen. ZAKK LEWIS: Annoyed, yeah. But I'm not mad. JD: So.. really.. no revenge? ZAKK LEWIS: What do I care? JD: You were hellbent on Shane Atwater. Now... You don't care? ZAKK LEWIS: How about this. How about you, you, and your fucking cameraman get the fuck outta here before I blow a fuse in all of you. Don't worry about my match. Don't worry about my reactions. Third of all, don't fucking worry about if I'm gonna act revenge or not. You want to know my next move? Watch next Defiance. Until then. Leave me alone. Zakk then walks off leaving JD confused. |
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