| DEFIANCE XXXI; Emanating from Mizzou Arena, Columbia, Missouri | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 29 2015, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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![]() ![]() Mizzou Arena, Columbia, Missouri ![]() ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] ![]() Leifi Maivia is seen backstage sitting on a production crate, casually talking to one of the crew workers as he tapes up his knuckles. Leifi looks off in the distance for a brief moment, but his attention is caught by a loud commotion. Shouting echoes through the corridor, Leifi looks down the corridor and shakes his head and grins. He slaps the stomach of the crew worker lightly to get his attention. LEIFI MAIVIA: Can you believe this guy? He lets out a slight chuckle and strokes his chin. LEIFI MAIVIA: “Some people don’t know how to act man, wonder what’s eating him though.” Leifi laughs again, at that moment the shouting gets louder and closer. The crew member side steps slowly getting out of dodge, Leifi looks to his side and realizes the man is no longer standing there. Taking a deep breath Leifi flips his hair back and grins again. At that point, it’s clearly seen by the cameras that Leander Apollo is making his way past the hall, the commotion having been caused by either asking EXACTLY where Maivia was and even going as far as getting any production equipment in his path out of the way in a forceful manner. Soon enough...he spots the man he’s been looking for. Clad in his full wrestling gear with a t-shirt covering his torso, the “Golden Comet” makes his way towards the bigger man. LEANDER APOLLO: “Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t just fucking dismantle you before we even get as far as that ring…” Leifi’s grin turns into a sarcastically shocked face as he slowly gets off of the production crate. He extends his hands out as if he was telling Leander to calm down. LEIFI MAIVIA: “Whoa there brotha’, calm down man. You alright? O fa’apefea ai oe? All this hostility man, not good for you at all. My uncles lady friend does yoga, and she’s almost never angry. Great stress relief, looks like you need it man, you got the little veins in your forehead protruding pretty far. Leifi went to poke Leander’s forehead but quickly gets his hand slapped away. LEIFI MAIVIA: “Hey, man just saying. But as far as that ring goes trust, you don’t want to take it there. Because if you thought that spear to you ol’ lady was bad?! Wait til I don’t hold back.” Leifi takes hand runs it through his dark hair keeping it out of his face. At that point, Leander drops just about any semblance of calm or control he had in his mind, smacking the taste out of Leifi Maivia’s mouth before taking a step closer, the stares on both men matching up. LEANDER APOLLO: “You see, that...that was a bitch slap. Something that’s reserved for a bitch like yourself. And that’s just the start if you really want to keep pushing this further, you little punk.” Apollo observes the look on Maivia’s face and while his stare doesn’t change, his tone takes on a slightly more...condescending tone, if you will. LEANDER APOLLO: “...Not so fucking funny anymore, is it? Just be lucky I have enough respect for BB, Risko and Romeo to not toss you around like a rag doll before the bell rings.” Without another word, Leander turns around as to walk away and he only gets a few steps ahead before the cameras catch Leifi Maivia rushing up and leaping into the air, nailing the “Golden Comet” with a superman punch to the back of the head. Leander’s knees buckle resulting in him crashing to the cold hard floor. LEIFI MAIVIA: “Oh believe me, I got your bitch right here!” Leifi snatches Leander up off the ground and ragdoll tosses into the production crate that he had been sitting on earlier. And tops it off with a stiff kick to Leander’s abdomen. Leifi then squats down and palms Leander’s head, wagging his index finger in his face. LEIFI MAIVIA: “Now why’d you have to go and do that for huh? Tisk, tisk,” Leifi lightly slaps Leander’s face before letting his head go and walking away. The cameraman catches Leifi walking away before directing it’s view right back to the downed Leander as the scene fades to black. ![]() Brandon Banks was shown standing outside of the Mizzou Arena talking on his cell phone. As usual, Banks had his sweatshirt over his head and paced around back and forth while discussing business matters on the phone. BRANDON BANKS: I don’t really care for any of that breh. I’m just tryna have a show at facility before Destiny C2 on some old school shit. Shiiiiiiiiiit, truth be told I’m ready to talk to Risky bout havin’ all the shows at the facility again. I ain’t realized how much I missed that shit until Selena brought it up. Banks looked at the parking lot ahead of him, squinting his eyes as he saw two men who looked awfully familiar heading his way. BRANDON BANKS: Bruh… You ain’t gonna believe who I think I see right now. He squinted his eyes some more in attempt to make his vision clearer. BRANDON BANKS: Nah, hold up, hold up. My eyes are shit. I don’t wanna say who I think this is and be completely off. I’ma call you back. Banks pulled the phone from his ear and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket as the two men got closer and closer toward the HKW co-owner. BRANDON BANKS: That’s fucking them! That’s really fucking them!!!! Then the camera pans over and we see Jay and Silent Bob walking. JAY: Fuckin’ tell you, Lunchbox. That motherfucker thinks that he can get away with calling us some bunch of stoner fucks who can’t get pussy or too stupid to get a real tv show. Well fuck that. We’re gonna find this motherfucker and beat his ass right here. Silent Bob then looks infront of him and puts a hand on Jay. JAY: What? We ain’t stoppin’ for no tacos, yo. Silent Bob then gestures over to Brandon Banks. Jay looks over. JAY: What about him? Silent Bob makes gestures. JAY: Man if you wanna suck his cock. Go ask him yourself. Silent Bob shakes his head furiously and does more gestures. JAY: Ask him where the kid is? Silent Bob then grins widely and nods. Jay shrugs and both walk over to Brandon. JAY: Yo, Are you… Silent Bob then pulls out a steno pad with a name on it. Jay points at it. JAY: XxOnyxSuxMyCoxX? Jay and Silent Bob then poke their head out for an answer. Banks was still in shock; damn near giddy to see Jay and Silent Bob standing in front of him. He shined off a big, cheesy grin before he pinched himself to make sure he was awake. BRANDON BANKS: This is actually happening?!?! Banks couldn’t hold back as he lunged himself forward and gave both Jay and Silent Bob a big hug. Once the hug ended. Jay brushed himself off. Silent Bob actually liked it. BRANDON BANKS: Bruuuuuuuuuuh. HOLY FUCK! Y’all my damn heroes! Well, not my heroes, but… THE FUCKIN HOMIES AT THE VERY LEAST!!! Banks reached into his sweatshirt pocket, and then his jeans pocket, looking for some specific. BRANDON BANKS: Noooooo. FUCK NO! THE ONE TIME THAT I NEED TO HAVE WEED ON ME I AIN’T GOT NONE!!! He scrambled through his pockets some more before looked up at the movie stars one more time. Jay and Silent Bob then smile at each other. BRANDON BANKS: Goddamn, bruh. And here I was thinkin’ I was ready to knock off an item on my bucket list! I gotta smoke with y’all. He continued searching through his pockets. BRANDON BANKS: IT’S GOTTA HAPPEN, DAMNIT! JAY: XxOnyxSuxMyCoxX smokes weed? Silent Bob then shakes his head, pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper of the HKW program and shows Brandon Banks listed with his name as owner. Jay’s eyes get big. JAY: Holy shit. You’re the fucking owner of this fucking place. Silent Bob then reminds Jay of the weed references. Jay then looks at him. JAY: Nah, you fat fuck. I don’t care who it is. We’re about dry and we ain’t got money for no ride back to Jersey. Silent Bob then starts making gestures if Jay and Silent Bob give Brandon some of their weed, maybe he could use his ownership powers and allow Jay and Silent Bob start questioning fans in their own seats. JAY: Fu--- Then out of nowhere an angel Jay appears on the shoulder of Jay. LITTLE JAY ANGEL: Silent Night. Holy Night… Oh what’s up. You’re not about to give the last bit of your weed to this sinful man are you? Jay shrugs and the angel smacks Jay in the face. LITTLE JAY ANGEL: That’s your and Silent Bob’s weed! This Brandon guy is nothing more than just a walking sinful reminder that you shouldn’t offer anything to him. God says to not harm the temple of your body. And his whole body is filled with nasty indian ink. Do the right thing, buddy. Say No. Then out of nowhere the little Devil version of Jay appears on the other side of Jay. LITTLE JAY DEVIL: What the fuck? Didn’t we beat your pussy bitch ass awhile ago? The fuck you doing, yo? You’re not about to smoke all your damn dooby snax with this badass motherfucker?! Jay then looks at Brandon Banks. LITTLE JAY DEVIL: Yeah, yo. You pull out your fucking bag and you get higher than that time you smoked out of Silent Bob’s ex girlfriend’s vagina. You get in there. This guy’s your fucking fan. Smoke him up. Then find that stupid little fuck that slander your name and beat his ass infront of everyone. LITTLE JAY ANGEL: Don’t do it, Jay. Then another little version of devil Jay appears behind the angel. LITTLE JAY DEVIL 2: This is Sparta, beeeyootcch!! The devil 2 then kicks the angel off the shoulder like Leonidas. LITTLE JAY DEVIL: Smoke him up. What the fuck is you’s waiting for? LITTLE JAY DEVIL 2: Yeah bitch. The devils then disappear. Jay then shakes his head and looks at Brandon. JAY: Hero, huh? What’s a guy like you’s walking around here in sweats anyways? Thought being the boss meant like wearing suits and shit. Brandon laughs, pulling his sweatshirt off from his head. BRANDON BANKS: Being boss means I could wear, do, and say whatever the hell I want. And right now I wanna smoke some bud. Banks waved his hand for Jay and Silent Bob to follow him. BRANDON BANKS: Lets go to my office. We’ll smoke somethin’ and then I’ll help y’all find … whoever the hell y’all lookin’ for. Jay and Silent Bob then look at each other with big eyes. JAY: THEN WHAT THE FUCK WE WAITIN’ FOR, YO?! Show the good man the stuff. Silent Bob then poses like a mobster, and pulls out a bag filled with x amount of rolled joints. The “!!!!!!” expression starts to hit Brandon’s face as he motions for them to follow him. Jay then looks at Silent Bob. JAY: Aight, Silent Bob. Lets fucking hotbox this guy’s office. And then he’ll tell us where to find XxOnyxSuxMyCoxX Jay then walks off. Silent Bob then looks at the camera and reveals he’s wearing a Brandon Banks t-shirt under his trenchcoat. He smiles, and then walks off. ![]() This was a relatively short match with the duo of "Kochanki" dominating the match from start to finish. The only offense the Matador Kranes managed to get in was when Matador Shitso bounced off the ropes and connected with a dropkick to the knees of Kochanki. The match was over soon after that when Amelia spiked Krane's head into the mat with a double arm DDT and shoved him out of the ring. The impressive tag team then shifted focus to Matador Shitso, toyed with him a bit, and then finished him off with their Glittery Bullet finisher. Winners - KOCHANKI (3:21) After the match was, Kochanki didn't look like they were through. They brought Chad Krane into the ring and hit him with their "Killed in Action" finisher before planting their feet firmly on the chest of Krane and Matador, claiming that the tag team division was theirs to takeover as Defiance went to commercial. ![]() The “REAL” HKW No Limits Champion - Fran - could be seen standing next to a glass in her personal locker room dressed in ring attire. Perks of coming into her own as a star in Hard Knox Wrestling. While she admired the replica No Limits Title belt sitting on her shoulder Fran caught view of someone standing right outside of her door. FRANCESCA: AYE. What you doin’? Get in here gworl. It was none other than Eva Castro. Both Fran’s opponent for tonight, and another competitor in the No Limits Golden Opportunity match - though in Fran’s mind she was one of the first challenger’s of her reign. Eva entered the room…. FRANCESCA: Bruh I was once a small girl tryna find ha way yawl just like you yawl. Now I’ma woman who go by hella names: JESAS KHRIST, Captain HKW, Midcarder Slayer….Yet none of ‘em carried as much meanin’ to Captain as No Limits Champ y’all. The “champion” casted a glance over to Castro. FRANCESCA: We got a triple threat #ONFLEEEEEEK tonight bruh where they want ME ta see how good y’all challengers are. N’ you boutta be one of the first to try ta snatch that name from me at Dream On when all yawl niggas come fo my strap y’all. Eva, GWORRRRRL, I know yo LAX crew. Fo sho. Y’all blood run through me too y’all even if I ain’t neva was fluent in Spanish. Why you tryna take somethin’ like the most prized strap in this company from yo blood instead of pullin’ out of tha match as quick as Tanner Sands’ Papa shoulda pulled out? If this jawn go my whole life go. MAI life yawl. MAI locker room. Errythang. Gworl you understandin’ what I’m sayin’? Fran took a few steps closer to Castro. FRANCESCA: Go on. Talk. Wassup? Eva looks at Fran up and down annoyed as hell by her. EVA CASTRO: First of all, back the fuck up. She then rolls her eyes and continues to speak. EVA CASTRO: Second, I don’t know who you think you are but there is no way, and I mean NO WAY in hell you or anyone else is gonna go on to Dream On and win that Golden Opportunity briefcase but me. You get that chica? Comprende? I don’t care if you’re cool with Emilio or be hanging out with his fam thinking you’re all about that LAX life. Look at me, and look at you. I be seeing you around. Walking around here like you somebody. Talking like you already done won the No Limits strap. But let me be frank with you sweetheart. You’re not the champion. You’ll never be champion. But you can carry around that two dollar replica of the No Limits Championship and call yourself the No Limits Champ of whatever Fairyland your stupid ass head is stuck up in. Cause while you out here having fun in your little make believe land, I’ll be cashing in my chance to win the No Limits Championship. And oh, don’t get jealous mamacita, if you’re lucky I might let you pet it when I go on to beat Colton. The expression on Fran’s face went south quickly. She looked down at her replica championship and then straight at Eva Castro. FRANCESCA: Bruh I just realized some shet yawl. Yew ain’t nothin’ but a low down LEECH yawl. I done try to lend yo ass some of my valuable time to SAVE yo career yawl n’ you pop off BS lip service. Bruh you wasn’ even NEVA supposed to be grounded with the rest o’ them midcarders who be tryna come after my strap. Listen yawl. I ain’t neva SAID I was part of LAX or about dat life. I’m Mexican bruh. We come from the same place yawl that’s why I wanted to save yo career befo’ I had to stomp it in a whole wit what’s her face Master n’ a buncha other curtain jerkers who think THEY FINNA CLIMB MAI LADDER N’ TAKE DOWN MAI STRAP AT DREAM ON YAWL. IT AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN. NOW YOU AIN’T NEVA GON EVEN SEE A SHRED OF LIGHT ABOVE MIDCARD NOW THAT YEW DONE THOUGHT IT WAS GOOD TO QUESTION JESAS’ REIGN. SO I’M FINNA SEE YO ASS LATER TONIGHT IN THA RING JU HEARD? Eva begins to laugh and twirls the end of her hair. EVA CASTRO: Yeah, see me drag you and that other bitch ass across the ring maybe jajajaja. Looks like I’ma have to show two delusional perras the real world. Become the verdadero No Limits Champion y Superior Champion in one night? Jaja, yeah I likes the sound of that. Fran scoffed loudly. FRANCESCA: Yea iight. Finna have to unsheathe the Midcader Slayer tonight fo VIP and yo bitch asses y’all…… The two No Limits Golden Opportunity participants (or to Fran Champion and Challenger) stared each other down for a few moments before the LAX Princess Eva took her leave of the locker room with as the camera faded on a wide eyed Fran. ![]() Selena King was seen sitting inside her office, scrambling through a stack of papers on her desk. She leaned her head forward onto her hand and lets out a sigh; obviously not in the mood to be doing what she was doing. She got to a paper with a list of the Hard Knox University contestants, chuckling as she reads the names. SELENA KING: Wonder how many of these people are actually gonna show up when this happens. Most of them probably forgot about it already. Selena was always the nice one of the main staff in HKW, but after the fuckary that she had witnessed over the last year and a half, Selena was starting to lose faith in people. At one point she would’ve given anyone a chance to be a part of the roster, or HKW in general. These days? Selena was very reluctant to hire anyone, period. SELENA KING: Oh well. Not my life, not my problem. As much as she wanted to believe that, Selena always dwelled on things. She still had the MJ Bell issue embedded in her mind, and made sure to watch her every move and call from that point on. She signed her name on the paper in front of her and slid it into one of her desk drawers as she heard a knock on her office door. SELENA KING: Ugh. Come in! Selena never raised her head to see who was coming in as the door creaked open. ???: Ohhhhh Sweeeeennyyy Bird. The door opened up to reveal Laura Seville, the Foxy Boxer and LDFC wrestler, and also one of the students in HKU. Laura strutted in with her black hoodie on and some black spandex, and Nike running shoes. She walked over to the chair in front of Selena’s desk and made her self at home. She put her feet on top of Selena’s desk. To Selena’s disgust, Laura added on the annoyance as she put earbuds in her ears and started to sway to the music. LAURA SEVILLE: I stilllll hear your vooooicceee when you sleep next to meee.. I still feel your touch in my…. Laura’s voice started to get louder. LAURA SEVILLE: Dreeeaaaammms… Myyyyyyy dreeeaaaammmmssss. Laura just kept getting louder. LAURA SEVILLE: Forgive me my weakness…. But I don’t know why… Then Laura looked at Selena and got louder than ever with this part. LAURA SEVILLE: BUT WITHOUT YOU IT’S HAAAAAARDD TOOOO SURRRRVIIIIIIIIIVVEEEEE!!!!! CAUSE EVERYTIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEEELING!! Laura started to dance like she’s in a rave in the seat. Selena simply remained seated, her face looking as if she had seen a the most disturbing thing she ever laid eyes on. SELENA KING: …… She couldn’t speak. There were no words that came out of her mouth as Selena stood up from her seat, walked around the desk, and made her way behind Laura’s chair as she continued chair dancing. Selena placed her hands on the legs of the chair, and with all her power, she pulled the chair out from underneath Laura, causing her to land on her backside. SELENA KING: Hah! Selena walked back around her desk and took a seat in her chair, but not before she peeked her head over her desk to see what Laura was doing. SELENA KING: Whoops. Selena sat down and got back to her paperwork. Laura then stood up and looks frustrated with Selena. LAURA SEVILLE: Heyyyyy you little rude chick. I was listening to my jam. I don’t understand why you would do something like that? Selena was obviously ignoring Laura, getting back to her paperwork. Laura walked around the desk. She saw a pair of tweezers on a shelf. She grabbed them and then stealthy walked over to Selena and carefully reached over the Chief of Staff’s head, and put the tweezers on a few strands of Selena’s hair and quickly pulled back and plucked out a few strands of her hair. Selena jumped, her mouth agape as Laura began to laugh and ran around the desk. She kicked the chair as if to make it a shield and jumped over. She peeked her up to see Selena’s reaction. Laura pulls out a spray can of spiderman sillystring from under; ready to attack if Selena tried anything. LAURA SEVILLE: Hey. It’s only a few strands. Just pretend you’re doing a random hair follicle test! Laura laughed while Selena huffed and puffed. She pulled open one of her desk drawers and brought out...a gun? A shotgun for that matter. Well, it looked like a shotgun. SELENA KING: You have exactly thirteen seconds to get up and get out of my office, or else I’ll shoot. THIRTEEN… TWELVE… Laura wasn’t moving, and Selena knew that. Instead of continuing her countdown, Selena pumped the shotgun back and pulled the trigger! SELENA KING: Mwahahaha Water came squirting out of the watergun disguised as a shotgun as Selena soaked Laura down. She walked around her desk, continuing to squirt Laura with the watergun. SELENA KING: AND THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM TOO! Laura then screamed and tried to shake off the water. Obviously pissed at this point. LAURA SEVILLE: THAT’S IT! Laura then picked up the spray can and shook it real good and threw the top off and jumped on the desk. She then looked at Selena as if she was Scarface. LAURA SEVILLE: Say hello to my littttttttttttttle web! Then Laura started to spray Selena as she was pepper spraying. At this point all of Selena’s face is covered, and Selena accidentally squirts the watergun again and it hits Laura’s eyes. LAURA SEVILLE: Ahhhhhh!! At that moment, Brandon Banks walked into Selena’s office, scoped out the scene, and got piece of silly string flung at his face. BB: ….damn, bruh. He shook his head and walked right back out of the office while Selena and Laura continued their war inside. Laura at this point, jumped off the desk; obviously really annoyed she was still soaked and wet. LAURA SEVILLE: You friggen butthole. Now I don’t have any dry clothes. She threw the silly string can on the floor. She then walked over and looked at a very expensive jacket. LAURA SEVILLE: Oh what’s this? A very expensive Saint Laurent jacket. Is this youuuuurs, Sweeny? Hmmm… Would be bad if someone had wrinkled it. Laura goes to put it on. Selena’s eyes bulged wide open as she puled the silly strong from her hair. She threw it down to the ground, made her own version of the #grrface, and… SELENA KING: That’s it… … Selena dashed forward and literally speared Laura through her office door! A woman is heard screaming outside as Selena and Laura scrambled to their feet. Selena rushed back into her office and grabbed her watergun - while Laura followed and picked up her can on silly string. SELENA KING: YOU WANNA GO TO WAR?! WE’RE GOING TO WAR! The two ladies began spraying each other with their own personal weapons until security made their way into Selena’s office and grabbed Selena and Laura individually. Both ladies started kicking and screaming - trying to break free to get to their weapons. However, the security guards were too strong for either one of them to break free as one group pulled Laura out of Selena’s office, and the other group continued to restrain Selena. ![]() The cameras cut backstage and the bathroom door opens up, Bayani Arroyo stepping out from behind it. As he does, he bumps into Nina Stokes who was on her way by at the same time. The two stare at each other for a few moments of awkward silence before Nina speaks up. NINA STOKES: Sup. BAYANI ARROYO: Nothing... Bayani raises an eyebrow a bit, looking at her a bit skeptically because of their past. NINA STOKES: Problem sir? BAYANI ARROYO: Just surprised considerin' you ain't said a word to me since we had a tag match, months ago in PWP. Nina crosses her arms a bit; the Bloodlust Championship is wrapped diagonally across her chest. NINA STOKES: I’ve been a bit busy sir. Plus, you know, communication is a two-street. BAYANI ARROYO: Maybe so. But you ain't exactly been too inviting for communication. NINA STOKES: Let’s check the validity of that statement shall we. Nina reaches into her pocket and pulls out her iPhone. She heads to her recent calls list. NINA STOKES: Today I’ve spoken with: my dad, my brother, Salem, Ashley Hamilton, Artemis and Sophie Kaiser from GPW, and my boo Violet Cooper from Pride. Oh, and I got a text from Ricky Valero. Nina struggles as she puts her phone away. NINA STOKES: It would seem that I appear pretty inviting sir. Bayani gives a bit of an eye roll, shaking his head and crossing his arms. BAYANI ARROYO: You know what I mean. You ain't said nothin' since then. No congrats when I got signed, no good job when I won my first match, nothin'. He chews the inside of cheek a bit. BAYANI ARROYO: You did like everyone else. Left. Treated me like I don't even exist anymore. I thought you was different. Clearly I was wrong. Nina lets out a small laugh. NINA STOKES: I didn’t know that “The Filipino Superman” needed to be coddled and held. The Bayani I used to know was confident and could thrive, whether I said a word or not. BAYANI ARROYO: I don't NEED anyone. I am confident and I am thriving, in case you haven't noticed. It's whatever, Nina. You proved you're just like everyone else that was around. A fake friend. Just like the rest, you bailed when shit got real. NINA STOKES: Which leads us back to this two-way street analogy kid. You’ve had my number since the day I met you; if you needed someone, then you should have called. Nina sighs a bit. NINA STOKES: But let’s cut the shit Bayani. You are really upset because you were accustomed to me waiting by the phone, hoping you pay me a bit of attention. And when that ceased, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. She nods her head. NINA STOKES: You’re mistaken; I’m not a fake friend. However, I’m not the same person you flirted and dicked around with. BAYANI ARROYO: Oh so it's just a coincidence that you shut me out at the same time everyone else did too huh? Pft. He let's out a bit of a laugh, shaking his head again a bit. BAYANI ARROYO: Fake friend. Fake love. Unlike you, I kept it real. I defended you against my own girlfriend. I stayed by your side. I lost said relationship because I defended you. I was real about it. Pull that communication is a two way street crap all you want. Fact remains you bailed. I didn't. NINA STOKES: I simply figured out what my priorities were. I grew tired trying to make you fall in love with me―a hopeless cause. If you consider that “bailing” on you, then that’s your prerogative. BAYANI ARROYO: Whatever. I don't even care anymore. I got no time for people who got no time for me. The past was the past. And tonight in our match, I ain't pulling any punches. Nina just shakes her head and laughs. She then pats him on the shoulder. NINA STOKES: You do that. She begins to walk off, but she continues talking. NINA STOKES: Do remember I already have a victory over you love. And if you some how manage to defeat I-Omega tonight, it will be because your partners carried to victory; something else you are well accustomed to. She lets out another laugh as she walks away. The camera fades. ![]() The match began with an intense stare off between Apollo and Maivia. Fred Garrison didn't want to butt in and any way so he just stood aside until the two men began to clash. Absolutely no wrestling maneuvers were seen for the first five minutes. Nothing but punches with neither man going down. After those five minutes went by Apollo had Leifi up against the ropes. He aimed to bounce off the ropes and clothesline the big Samoan out of the ring but Leifi had other plans as he reversed and tossed Leander out of the ring. Leifi followed out of the ring to capitalize as he bashed Leander's head on the commentary table and then proceeded to toss him into the steel steps. Leifi held the momentum while outside of the ring. Fred Garrison began to count the men out but Leifi looked back at him as if he was going to jump up and rip the referee's throat out. Fred thought better of it and let the men go at it. With Leifi's attention on the ref, Apollo hit Leifi with a huge European Uppercut that gave the momentum his way. Now with Apollo on that offense, he ran Leifi into the ring post shoulder first. But Leander didn't stop there as he wrapped the big man's arm around the post and pulling as if he were trying his best to take it off. Leifi eventually gained the strength to pull with all his might making Leander almosst hitting the steel post head first but Leander stepped to the side and hit Leifi with a Superman Punch that got a big roar from the crowd. After tossing Leifi back in the ring Apollo continued to be on the offensive side of things for a short while until Leifi caught him with a Momentum Spinebuster. From that point on the young Reaper took advantage of the match for the rest of the way until Vanessa Cade comes out of no where as she slides into the ring attempting to hit Leifi with a Golden Elbow! Leifi quickly ducks out of the way and gets the hell out of dodge as he hops over the barricade and back pedals in the crowd. Leifi smirks as he points out to Vanessa then cuts his neck with his thumb. Vanessa begs for Leifi to come back. Fred disqualifies Leander for Vanessa's interference but that doesn't seem to bother Leander at all as he stares out at Leifi exiting the arena. WINNER: LEIFI MAIVIA VIA DISQUALIFICATION (14:12) ![]() Backstage, the camera catches sight of a mane of red hair and immediately focuses on Ava Adore. She does her best to disguise a slight limp as she crosses over to the food service table. She hesitates slightly before leaning in to speak in a soft voice to the woman working the catering table. The woman nods before she leans in and pulls a large mop bucket out from under the table. Ava appraises it with a dark expression before she nods, slowly taking the handle and hefting the bucket up carefully. As the camera pans in, it’s obvious that the water in the bucket is boiling hot. Steam rises from it and it froths and boils along the sides of the plastic. Turning away with a quiet nod, she limps through the halls before hesitating outside of a locker room. Finally, after a moment she bursts through the doors. Inside, Knox Hurst is sprawled across the leather couch. She’s on her feet in a moment, rushing the redhead but Ava’s prepared this time. Her expression never changes as she draws her fist back and slams it into Knox’s face. Her skin opens with a burst of crimson blood and the shorter, dark haired woman crashes backwards onto the couch again. The lights catch the brass knuckles on Ava’s hand, a dirty trick that Knox has used against her on more than one occasion. Sitting the bucket down, Ava is on Knox in a blur of red hair and black leather as she slams her fists into the other woman’s face again. Grabbing her by the hair, Ava drags her over to the bucket and pushes her head down into the boiling water while Knox flails and screams. Releasing her grip on Knox’s hair, she lets the other woman fall the floor. Her face is bright red and blistered from the boiling water as Ava regards her coldly. When she speaks, her voice is calm and collected. AVA ADORE: I was trying to leave the life that you seem to hell bent on dragging me back to, Knox. She circles the woman, looking defiant despite her mangled appearance. She’s a mess of pale skin and bruises beneath her tattoos, a line of stitches running from her temple to her cheekbone and the limp that she tries to hide. Knox’s attacks over the past few weeks never having a chance to heal before she’s attacked again. AVA ADORE: I was trying to have a life that didn’t involve the things that I did in Vegas to survive. The things that I would do again to survive. Because while you glorify the man… while you treat him as some demi-god and grovel at his feet… I got free. No, I didn’t earn my freedom per his rules… because I don’t play by his rules nor do I play by yours. Ava impassionately grabs Knox by the back of the head again and forces her into the bucket of boiling water again despite the other woman’s best attempts at fighting her off. Ava overpowers her and holds her there for several long minutes before finally releasing her to fall to the floor again. Knox screams in pain, grabbing her blistered and burned face and screaming again as her hands make contact with the burned flesh. AVA ADORE: And yet, here you are. Intent on shoving it back in my face. And for what? What reason do you possible have to drag yourself up out of the gutter now? Perhaps because he sent you? Perhaps because you’re still just as brainwashed now as you were then. Or maybe because of that night…. Ava’s words are soft but there’s an edge to them. A hint of silk wrapped in steel. AVA ADORE: And I wouldn’t blame you. But what happened to your sister was her fault. It was her own fault and it was his too. But you’ve misplaced the blame as you always did. You never truly progressed past that twelve year old girl that I knew. You need someone to blame and you’ve waited all this time to blame me because that’s what he wants you to do. Ava snatches her up again and pushes her face into the still boiling water. When she releases her, Knox flails on the floor, gasping for breath and writhing as the flesh of her face cooks. AVA ADORE: And that’s fine. But if you’re going to come for me, Knox… perhaps it’s best if you remember what you’re coming for. Because you think I’ve forgotten how to be that person but I never will. I will never forget the terrible things that I did back there and nor will I forget how to do them. A faint, cold smile twitches at Ava’s lips. AVA ADORE: You’re so determined to be his dog, perhaps I should remind you of how he used to punish his mutts. Is the water warm enough for you? She stares down at the screaming woman coldly before turning her back and walking from the locker room as a stream of backstage workers rush in to help Knox. ![]() We cut to the back where Brandon Banks was shown inside of his office tossing a stress ball in the air. He brought his dog Elvis along with him for this show who was shown in the corner of the room chomping away on a bone. Banks stops throwing the ball in the air, and turns his head to look at his pup. BRANDON BANKS: Told you these shows weren’t all that. You could been doin’ this same shit at home. Elvis stops chewing on his bone, glances at Brandon, and licks his lips before he goes back to chewing on his bone. BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, same. But I gotta be here now. Too much wild shit happenin’ when I was gone and someone’s gotta keep order around here. Selena’s too much of a pushover and Risky and Romeo too involved with the roster. Elvis stops chewing on his bone again, looks over at Brandon, and goes right back to chewing his bone. BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, you right. That’s why I rarely ever go to iGNITE. Sean seems to be runnin’ a good ship over there. Romeo doin’ good on Defiance too, but he’s just gettin’ too involved with this Risky shit. I mean… I kinda did give him the okay to do it, but this just gon’ end bad for everyone if I ain’t here overlookin’ everything, you know? Elvis rolls onto his back with the bone in his mouth while Banks goes back to tossing the stress ball in the air. BRANDON BANKS: I shoulda been a better man! Instead of wasting time! Spending my life searchin’ for finer thaaaaaaangs! You always gave me another chance! To make it right it, but I didn’t deserrrrrrrrve it cause I didn’t understand! Banks sets the ball on his desk and walks over to Elvis, picking him up from his puppy bed and holds him up in the air. BRANDON BANKS: And I feeeeeeeeeeeel so bad! Cause you wouldn’t do the same to me, but I know what your weakness is...is...is! And you feeeeeeeeeeeel so maaaaaad! And now you’re on the open road, so goooooone not lookin’ back...back...baaaaack! Banks continues his singing and dancing with Elvis in his hands, not realizing that his office door was creaking open. BRANDON BANKS: I thought I had you on a leash! Like I could do whatever whenever I wanted and you were gonna wait for me Elvvvvvvvvyyyyyyyy! The door is heard being shut as the camera pans out to show Onyx dressed in her ring attire standing behind the duo with the World Championship over her shoulder. Tilting her head at the entertainment you could tell she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt the Elvis and Brandon show. Clearing her throat: ONYX PAYNE: Ahem… Banks spins around, his eyes wide open. He turns his head and looks back at Elvis, sets him down, and walks back over to his chair like nothing was going on. Onyx couldn’t help but smile as she ran a hand through her hair and then extending her arms out in sort of a shrugging questioning fashion. ONYX PAYNE: I don’t mean to interrupt your guys bonding moment but, you... wanted to see me? Just as Onyx finished her words, the door pops open showing none other than the former HKW World Champion, Felicity Banks. Her eyes meet Onyx’s for a moment, but Felicity shifts her focus over to Brandon, and then to Elvis. FELICITY BANKS: There’s my buddy! Felicity walks over to Elvis, but makes sure to bump Onyx’s shoulder with her own before she sits down with Elvis in his puppy bed. FELICITY BANKS: Look at you looking all pretty and stuff! At least someone in this room other than me doesn’t look like complete crap! She scratches Elvis’s head, never bothering to raise her gaze. Brandon rolls his eyes, motions for Onyx to take a seat in front of his desk and clears his throat. BRANDON BANKS: Alriiiiiiiighty then. I’m guessing y’all know why you’re here, right? You have to… Banks stops, waiting for either Felicity or Onyx to reply. Felicity continues to play with Elvis, never bothering to look up at Onyx or her brother as her frenemy just gives her look before turning her attention to Brandon with a sigh. ONYX PAYNE: Because last week we allowed our emotions to get the better of us and well… because of that we crossed a line, and got ourselves arrested. Which is my fault to an extent. I decided to compromise who I was, how I do things, to try and teach Felicity a lesson. I shouldn’t have stooped down to her level and for what I did, I apologize. Onyx then looks over to Felicity. ONYX PAYNE: I’m sorry for pushing you, Felicity. What I did caused a chain reaction. Looking back at Brandon she shrugged before saying sincerely: ONYX PAYNE: I’m sorry. Brandon turns his head to look at sister, but she was still playing with Elvis. FELICITY BANKS: Did you hear something, Elvis? I sure didn’t. Nothing of any importance at least. Felicity raises her head and looks over at Brandon with a slick smirk on her face. FELICITY BANKS: You done wasting my time? Kinda don’t feel like being around peasants and listening to lectures today. Got a match to get ready for, annnnnnnnd… Felicity shifts her eyes to look over at Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, I’ve had about enough of that things voice. That whole tuning people out thing? It actually works! Who knew I’d be able to to block out an ear piercing screech like that! Felicity stands up, wipes off the dog hair from her sweats, and takes a step forward towards Brandon’s desk. FELICITY BANKS: Not apologizing for shit, and I sure as hell won’t stop doing what I do. It’s alllllll in the name of entertainment, right? Riiiiiiiiight. Felicity walks over behind Brandon’s desk, pulls one of the drawers open, and pulls out a strawberry Blowpop. FELICITY BANKS: Noooooooow, if you’ll excuse me -- I have important things to get to. You two have fun doing whatever you do. Felicity rips the wrapper off the Blowpop, and throws it at Onyx. It lands on her Dream On opponents lap as Felicity walks by her, making sure to kick one of the legs to the chair Onyx was sitting on. Felicity pulls open the office door and slams it shut, leaving Brandon scratching his head. BRANDON BANKS: Welp… plus side we ain’t hadda get the law involved this time! Brandon shuts the drawer Felicity opened and gives Onyx a shrug of the shoulders. BRANDON BANKS: You go get ready too. No cops tonight though, capice? Onyx had her jaw clenched, as her hand was tightly fisted on the arm of the chair. Thinking for a moment, she looks down at her lap at the lollipop wrapper taking a deep breath before looking up at Brandon, her jaw relaxing. ONYX PAYNE: Yeah… Looking a bit disappointed, she takes the wrapper in her hand, before standing up and throwing it into the trash can that sat beside Banks’ desk and exits the room. The camera turns to show Brandon looking over at Elvis, and Elvis looking at Brandon as it seemed they both took a breathe of their own as the scene faded out. ![]() The action got started with Neon and Nicole Starr coming face to face. Aurora Master managed to sneak away and slowly perched to the top turnbuckle as Neon and Nicole got into a shoving contest. Nicole kicked Neon in the midsection with a spin kick, but got taken down with a diving bulldog from Aurora! Aurora went for the cover, but only got a two as Neon ripped Aurora up to her feet by her hair and slammed her back into the turnbuckles. Neon pulled Aurora out of the corner and nearly decapitated her with a discus clothesline. Nicole Starr gained control of the match after she hit a dropkick on NEON and sent her out of the ring. She turned her attention to Aurora and hit a standing tornado DDT, made the cover, but only got the two count. Nicole went for patent "Crazy Train" submission, but Aurora turned it into a vicious looking sidewalk slam. Aurora went for the cover, but Neon broke the count up at two. As the match progressed, all three of the females were worn out but continued to fight. Aurora hit Nicole Starr with a swinging neckbreaker, and followed it with "THE MOST AWESOME ELBOW DROP IN THE WORLD." Aurora went for the cover, but Neon broke it up at two. She lifted Aurora up and flung her out of the ring, but Starr was back to her feet and hit Neon with a reverse DDT. The referee was outside of the ring when suddenly a masked man in a Reapers in Pride cut came out from the crowd, slid into the ring, and hit the "Bank Shot" superkick on Nicole! The masked assailant slid out of the ring and scattered back through the card as Neon draped her arm over Nicole and got the three! WINNER: NEON VIA PINFALL (9:02) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 29 2015, 10:28 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Damien Marks stands in front of the camera, microphone in hand, dressed in his usual attire, readying himself for an interview. DAMIEN MARKS: What’s good HKW fam? Two shows ago saw the return of this lady, vowing to be better than ever. Brand new looks and a brand new attitude and now she’s cemented herself a place in the No Limits Golden Opportunity ladder match at Dream On. Here at this time, is NEON. NEON appears into the view of the camera decorated in her attire; a black lycra catsuit with the zip split down to her abdomen, completed with a red bralet, displaying the usual cleavage that NEON likes to. She stands with a straight face chewing gum and gives a forced wave to the camera before looking back to Damien Marks and motioning him to continue with her hand. Damien looks her up and down nodding in approval before realising where he is and continuing the interview. DAMIEN MARKS: Now, Ne, we all know your history but what makes this time around different? NEON rolls her eyes before taking her chewing gum out of her mouth and throwing it to the floor. She looks at Damien pulling the microphone closer to her. NEON: Didn’t you see what I said a few weeks back or are your blind as well as stupid? I told you. It’s called honing your skills and bettering yourself. I’ve done that and that’s what’s different. I look different. I feel different and I’m feeling indifferent to all these stupid questions that fucknut interviewers ask when the answers are obvious so get a clue. This is money. NEON slides her hands down her sides as if to show herself off before grabbing the microphone again from a surprised Damien. NEON: Furthermore, I’m getting opportunities within weeks of being here. Excrucio bitches. It’s time for a takeover. As she finishes her sentence a familiar face wanders into the shot, Alessio van Duren to be exact. Alessio stands there next to NEON for a moment, smirking as he takes a sip from a styrofoam cup of coffee. Damien goes to speak but van Duren grips the microphone, taking it from Marks’ grasp before eyeing NEON up and down. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Time for a takeover. Alessio looks to NEON, then to Marks before looking back to NEON. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: That’s nice. He takes another sip of his coffee, holding the microphone nonchalantly with his free hand. NEON tries to grab the microphone back from Alessio looking agitated that he took over the interview. NEON: Babe, I had something to say. Alessio scoffs, motioning to Damien with the microphone before speaking into it. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: To this idiot? Don’t waste your precious breath. He shakes his head, holding the microphone out to NEON, setting his coffee aside before doing so. She takes it out of his hands before looking coldly at Damien shooing him off. He disappears from view and she wraps Alessio’s arm around her shoulder before resting hers around his waist. NEON: Good. What I was going to say is that, whether you want to throw however many crazy bitches at me, that I’m the queen of crazy and the queen of ladder matches. That’s my thing. Zakk Lewis wants to talk about natural selection but Alessio and I are literally setting the bar for couples around the world. It’s called being as close to perfect as you can get. There’s one thing about me and it’s that I keep coming back whether people want me to or not. Get used to me. . . us being here. Alessio nods before gently moving the mic in his direction. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: That’s right. And Zakk...I feel sorry for you, my man. There you were thinking that you were done with people ripping you limb from limb after Shane Atwater at Defiance XXIX, you luck your way out of getting your ass handed to you at Defiance XXX...now you’re scheduled to face me. You wanna talk about passion...you wanna talk about talent? Technical ability? I’ve got it all in spades, Zakk. For years...years! I’ve been out across that sea, over in Europe perfecting my craft. Catch wrestling...and now I find myself here. Defiance XXXI where I get to rip you limb from goddamn limb until you tap out. He takes a second, his intensity rising so much so that he takes the microphone from NEON’s hand. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Later tonight I absolutely promise you that I’m going to beat you, Zakk. And to be honest that’s something that you’re going to have to get used to as a whole. I’m not here to make up the goddamn numbers, I’m here to win. So at Dream On that’s exactly what I’m going to do. You don’t stand a chance now and you don’t stand a chance then. The crew I run with...we don’t waste time - we just waste people. People like you. With a somewhat disgusted look on his face, he pulls the microphone away from his mouth and breaks eye contact with the camera. NEON gives him a sympathetic pat on the back before taking the microphone from his grasp and putting it up to her own mouth. NEON: So from our family to yours HKW, we want to thank you. These opportunities you’re giving us, they’re making us into the superstars we were born to be. Now, earlier tonight I got to toy and play with the devil’s favorite reject or whatever she calls herself and that fucktwot prodigy and I showed everybody why they should call me the devil’s favorite everything and at Dream On, I’m going to have another trophy to add to my trophy case. Natural selection is all about evolution and HKW is evolving. It’s one man and one woman’s world, be prepared to be a part of it. She points towards both her and her husband as she finishes her speech before handing the microphone back to Alessio planting a kiss on his bicep. He smirks, raising the microphone to his lips with a sense of finality about it. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: La coppia d'oro. With that he drops the microphone, leading NEON out of shot with him before it cuts elsewhere. ![]() As the scene fades backstage Crowned Royalty winner Shane Atwater appears on the screen. After being seen the fans in the arena explode into cheers. Atwater walks over to a vending machine. He stands there for a moment trying to decide what he wanted to drink. He then slides a dollar in the vending machine and selects a Fruit Punch flavored Gatorade. As he bends over to get the beverage Co-Owner Lyle Risky followed by Tony Capone is seen walking by. Lyle stops and looks over. He nudges Capone on his arm and directs his attention over to Atwater. LYLE RISKY: Well, well, well. Look at what we got here, the one and only Shane Atwater! Risky looks him up and down followed by a shrug. LYLE RISKY: This the guy that actually thinks he has a chance at becoming HKW World Champ? Lyle looks back at Tony who chuckles while shaking his head. LYLE RISKY: Must be some sort of joke, right? He looks back over to Atwater who is now standing tall looking at both Risky and Capone not intimidated by their presence at all. LYLE RISKY: I hear you been having my name in ya mouth lately, boy. Is that right? Don’t worry you don’t have to answer that. I’m glad I got to see you tonight. I’ve been wanting to get some shit off my chest since I been hearing your fucking mouth. Risky laughs a little as he looks at Atwater. LYLE RISKY: Look at you, with your chest all puffed out. Chill ain’t nobody finna come out the blue and give you the business. Unlike you, Romeo doesn’t know any better. But you...You seem to a bit of a head on your shoulders, huh? Well maybe not really, since you think having Romeo in your corner makes you some sort of hot shit. Do you even know who the fuck Romeo Price is? Nah I bet you don’t...Or maybe if you watched Platinum Dynasty Wrestling back in the day you might just know. Lemme give you a run down on that bitch….Romeo Price just a lawyer turnt wrestler. Did he make a splash in PDW? Sure. But he really ain’t shit but a stepping stone. Sebastian Grey, Kucci Mane Kuwop, Zero McHannon, haha...Just to name a few people that used his bitch ass as a stepping stone to go on to become great over the in Pee D Dubyah, word to the late homie Slick Back. See people would get behind him, for what reason? I don’t know. He wasn’t ever shit to me. Vacated a defunct Bloodshed Champion in Parker Wayde. But anyone could of done that, haha. Then that bitch and his butt fuck of a pal Zero went on to lose that shit to my good ol’ father in-law Dom Harter. Risky laughed as he continued to talk. LYLE RISKY: But for some odd reason people stood behind him. Maybe cause he carried that fluck ass ninja Allistair Slayde. Then...I don’t even know why or how. My boy B and that Spirit Pussy saw something in em...What happened to that? Mutha fucka up and disappeared with no explaination. Is that the guy you want in your corner? Huh? Is that really the fucking guy you really want cheering you on? But then again...Yeah. Yeah I see it. You and him damn near alike. Got all these people looking up to you. Got all these mufuckas thinking you the next big thing when really you ain’t nothing but a bitch when it all comes down to it. Yeah, you got a lot going for you like he did back in his wrestling days. Won Crowned Royalty. Now look at you...Gotta chance to become the number one contender for the World Championship belt. Yeah, just like little ol’ Romeo you got the lights shining bright on you but what’s gonna happen when the time comes to put them chips on the table huh? He looks at Atwater up and down. LYLE RISKY: Say you gonna do this and do that. Sure, you’ve beat a couple people. You went out there and did what you said you was gonna do. Just like him when they handed him a champ. Said he was gonna beat em and did just that. But what the fuck are you gonna do when the time comes to actually cash the fuck up when the title is on the line? When the number one contendership is on the line, what are you gonna do huh? You gonna pull a LeBron and choke in the fourth quarter? Or are you gonna look that beast in the eyes like Jordan or Kobe and take that mother fucker? Haha, I know what you gonna do Shane. With all these same exact similarities you have like ya boy Romeo? You gonna do the same exact fucking thing when it the match actually matters. You’re gonna choke. And you’re gonna fail. Risky looks behind him and sees Tony wearing a smirk on his face and nods.. He then looks back over to Shane with a smirk of his own. LYLE RISKY: And you wanna know how I know, Shane? Because I’m in possession of a monster of my own. And his name is Jack “Hold Up My Name Is” Warren. Yeah the same guy that had you and ya crew all fooled at Divine Supremacy. The same guy you just can’t seem to get over, like a really bad itch that you can’t scratch. I heard you been saying I picked the wrong horse to put my money on...Nah I think I’m right where I need to be with my money buddy. Jack out there with something to prove. And you? You just out here fighting to keep the people behind you. How long do you think that shit is gonna last Shane? Maybe you should go ask Romeo, cause that shit don’t last long. And you sure as hell don’t have what it takes to keep the people “riding” for you. But my boy Jack? Haha, my boy Jack went from carrying B’s boxes on janitor duties playing the silent type when he was known as a kid from Indianapolis, IN named Jackson Strong. But you know what he was really doing? Do you? He was watching. Listening. Scheming on how to come up on you fluck ninjas. And look at him now. One of the fastest rising stars in this company on his way to become the next HKW World Champion. All he needed was a little guidance….Haha, just another product of Riskodamous. You see Shane I look out there and I see the greatness people can be and I bring it out of them. Why you think so many of the greats came to me to manage them? Why you think I’m known as the best damn manager to ever breathe? Why do you think these fellas knew fucking with me was the best decision they could ever make? Because that’s exactly what the fuck it was. The best fucking decision they could ever make in their careers. Lyle shakes his head. LYLE RISKY: Now tell me. Tell me why in the fuck should I invest in you? Why should I invest in someone who is bound to be a cluster fuck of a let down? All them post show sermons ain’t gonna save you Shane. They ain’t gonna rise you to the fucking top...Not when you got Jack Warren to worry about. Shane stands there for a moment, letting Risky’s words sink in as he rubs the bridge of his nose, chuckling to himself slightly. SHANE ATWATER: When I’ve got Jack Warren to worry about. Because that’s what it is, right, bossman? I need to worry about Jack Warren. I need to be afraid of Jack Warren. Shane takes a step toward Risky, eyes flickering back and forth between him and his cohorts, ready to make a move before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: And why exactly is that? Because you and he cooked up this little plan of yours for him to get one over on me at Divine Supremacy? Because he’s hooked and crooked and schemed his way into a position by basically being the most despicable fucking low-lifed piece of shit on the fucking planet...Present company excluded, of course…. Shane smirks slightly as Risky rolls his eyes. SHANE ATWATER: Am I supposed to back down now, because Jacky-Boy went and attached himself at the hip to you and your band of cronies all for the sake of dragging himself up from his station as a fucking bottom-feeder to try and steal a spot that was never meant for him in the first place? Am I supposed to be afraid of your boy because he’s kicked me in the balls and attacked me from behind and talked absurd amounts of hot garbage week in, week out, amounting to ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING every time he steps in the ring? Or tell me, Risky...is it you I’m supposed to be afraid of? You and your boys here...your legion of fucking lampshade wearing fuckwits you’ve got parading around doing your fucking bidding now that R.I.P. got their heads out of their asses and stopped handling your fucking business for you. Is that what I’m supposed to be afraid of? That the big bad Bossman isn’t gonna let his pet project fail no matter what? Shane takes another step, the smirk disappearing. SHANE ATWATER: Because I’m not. I’m not afraid of Jack Warren. I’m not afraid of your boys. And I’m not afraid of you, bossman. All these plots, all these schemes you’ve got going for your boy...Yeah, that’s all well and good, man. It really is. And I applaud you on Divine Supremacy, I really do. You backed me into a corner, you left me with no other option, and you pulled it off. I give you credit. I really do. But the way I see it? The second you pulled that little stunt off….You put your boy’s back against the wall. You didn’t position Jacky Boy for his slingshot into the spotlight. You didn’t give him the shot he so richly deserved. You pretty much sealed his fucking fate, Risky. Plain and simple. Because as badly as I want to be World Champion...as badly as I want that gold around my waist….I want to watch your boy laying on that mat, beat down and broken...a total fucking cripple...That much more. This isn’t about those people. Those people out there? They’re gonna do, what they’re gonna do. This isn’t about any of the faith that Romeo Price put in me, when he named me the captain of Team Defiance, or when he offered me the chance to be number one contender to the World Championship. This isn’t about fans, or acceptance, or anything else. This is about getting what’s rightfully mine. This is about proving beyond a shadow of a doubt, to you… Shane points to the others, eyes never leaving Risky’s as he does so. SHANE ATWATER: To these chuckleheads, and to every motherfucker in that locker room that I am not only the best wrestler on this roster...but I am a man you do NOT want to push. Your boy Jacky? He pushed. You and your boys? You pushed. And now, you’re going to pay the fucking consequences. Namely, me sending your golden goose back to you in a fucking body bag. You put all this time, all this effort into putting Jacky Boy in this position, you’ve got your best laid plans to get that World Championship in your camp...But it’s not going to work. As long as I’m breathing air, it’s not going to work. I don’t care if I have to break every bone in his body, Jack Warren is never touching that title. He’s going to walk into Dream On, and I’m going to fucking dismantle him. Because that’s what I’ve said I was gonna do since the moment you put this sham of a match together, and when it comes down to it, Risky? I ALWAYS come through. You want to talk about fear….Be afraid for your boy. His career is about to be over, right here in just a matter of weeks. Like you said, Jacky Boy, he’s like an itch...And you can bet your fucking life that itch is getting scratched. No matter what you….or your boys...have to say about it. Lyle looks at Shane for a moment and begins clap slowly. LYLE RISKY: Haha, that’s cute. You almost had me going there for a moment Shane. You actually made me think you might actually have a chance. But deep down, I know it. I know you just don’t match up to Jack. I hear you. Nah I do, I hear you. I hear that heart beating in ya chest. Might be beating a bit fast cause you done riled yourself up. Or it might be that you actually are afraid that at Dream On, you might not actually make it out that match on your own two feet because Jack done whooped your ass all up and down the ring while Xavier off to the side holding his knee doing his best Peter Griffin impersonation. Shit… Risky looks back to Tony and back to Atwater. LYLE RISKY: I think Xavier might of hit you a little bit too hard. Cause you out here feeling yo damn self a little bit too damn much. Didn’t i tell you before that mouth of yours wasn’t gonna fucking save you? Didn’t I? Sure, Warren might talk some shit here and there but he always backs that shit up. You? Haha, you can back some of your shit up but I ain’t all that convinced bruh. I don’t know maybe it’s just me but I really think that. all this chest puffing. All this preaching and victory speeches. I think...Shit I think you really out here tryna convince yourself that you got what it takes to beat Jack. I think inside that little head of yours you must be really doubting yourself. Thinking “shit I gotta go against him?!” and then Xavier comes around and beats your ass. Shit wasn’t you just tryna cheer his broken heart having ass up the other day? Look at you Shane. You can’t keep shit together. You couldn’t get a well functioning team for Divine Supremacy. You can’t even get Xavier to sit his ass down somewhere. Haha, you actually took the bait and let Jack on the team. Got Zakk Lewis and Nicole Starr firing off shots at ya. Haha! Ah man...And where Lance at? Oh yeah, locked u getting his ass fucked tryna pick up the soap. You ain’t shit Shane. I mean legit. You ain’t shit. He begins to laugh. LYLE RISKY: And here you are tryna make a believer out of me. Haha, the fuck? And you tryna compare my boys to them good for nothing Reapers? Look at where the fuck they are now. Leader locked up. Got Perello out here tryna play the good ol’ lucky guy running around with Hunter getting his skull smashed in right next to em. Luke off somewhere playing with himself. Got them down Hellhounds fighting amongst themselves. Ha, they ain’t shit no more. Only reason they was worth any goddamn thing was because of ME. ME! But these boys here. They ain’t nothing like fucks. I got breadwinners with me. Not leftovers. Shane nods, gritting his teeth slightly. SHANE ATWATER: Right. Right. Because that Divine Supremacy thing...That’s all on my shoulders. The fact I took a team with a guy like Zakk Lewis, who couldn’t possibly have had his head deeper up his own ass...A woman like Nicole Hamilton, who is more concerned with putting together her next fucking sleepover on Twitter than anything that goes down inside an HKW ring...with Xavier Asher Daniels, who is a shell of his former self...and believe you me, he’s going to get dealt with, just like your boy Jacky….And a head case like Lance Winters. The fact that I cobbled together a team out of that fucking mess, and it still took your boy caving in XAD’s knee with a fucking pipe AND Pearl Harboring me from behind for us to lose...That makes ME the failure here, right? I guess it’s fun, being able to rewrite the narrative however you see fit, right? Whatever it takes to make Lyle Risky’s decisions seem sound in the end. Whatever it takes to justify the fucking means, right? RIP, they saw through your bullshit, and now they’re a bunch of bums, a bunch of scrubs, when you were screaming their praises to the fucking rooftops just a short while ago. It’s whatever it fucking takes to put the shine on the fucking apple. Whatever lie you’ve gotta sell, by God, Lyle Risky is gonna fucking sell it. Whatever it takes to make the agenda work, right? To make Jack Warren, number one contender seem like the right play. That’s the problem though, Lyle. Telling the same fucking lie a thousand times is never gonna make it true. You can tell the world I’m not shit, that I can’t cut it, that I won’t come through in the clutch all you want, you can sing Jack Warren’s praises, you can let him come out with his bullhorn and sell his particular brand of horseshit ten times a fucking night if you want to...but when it comes down to it, all the lies in the world aren’t going to make it the real thing, Risky. All the talking in the world isn’t going to save your boy, or Xavier from what’s coming to them. And all the grandstanding in the world isn’t going to save this little project of yours from coming down around your fucking ears eventually. Because one of these days, you’re going to realize that these boys of yours, they aren’t going to get the job done either. Or they’re going to take a long, hard look at themselves, and realize it’s just not worth it anymore, and you’re going to be left holding the bag again. This play of yours, it’s going to fail. And I’m going to be the one laughing loudest when it does. He smirks again, backing off slightly. SHANE ATWATER: But maybe you’re right about one thing, Risky. Maybe I’ve done enough talking. Maybe the time for words is long since fucking done. Maybe it’s about time I proved my point. I mean, me and Jacky Boy, we’ve got our date to finish our business. Me and Xavier too. So maybe I need to make my point with one of your boys here. Or maybe...just maybe...I need to send a message with you. Shane takes a quick step, feinting as if he’s going to make a move. Risky takes a step back instinctively, as Capone starts to take a step forward. Shane stops, shaking his head. SHANE ATWATER: Nah. Not worth it. Good talking to you though, Risky. Tell Jacky Boy I’m gonna see him real soon. With that, Shane turns on his heel and walks away, leaving a disgusted Risky and Capone behind him. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, to the corner in my left, representing the Reapers In Pride, he is ACELIN TATE! BRIAN MASON: Acelin Tate actually has a match? You’re kidding me. ALEXA CORRA: I’m about as shocked as you are, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: This fool about to get killed. "Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling explodes through the curtains, a sour look on his face as he stares at the ring, right at his opponent for tonight. The audience cheers as Colton quickly makes his way down the ramp, No Limits championship around his waist. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, he is the current HKW No Limits champion....COLTON STERLING! Colton quickly slides into the ring and removes his title from around his waist before handing it over to the ref. Sterling then quickly unzips his hoodie and tosses it to the outside before leaning up against his corner and staring at Tate as if he’s his prey. There’s a massive scowl on Sterling’s face as he looks over at Tate while the ref hands the title over to Whisper, who exits the ring. BRIAN MASON: Colton Sterling does not look happy. ALEXA CORRA: Of course he isn’t. Heath Harper made him look like a chump two weeks ago during our aftermath. RANDY THE PILOT: Acelin Tate in the wrong place at the wrong time, bruh. ![]() DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell rings, Acelin Tate charges forward. But Colton Sterling also charges out of his corner and floors Acelin with a bicycle kick to the face that immediately gets the audience to pop! BRIAN MASON: Aaaaaand, this match may be over before it’s even started. Colton quickly grabs Acelin by the head, his face still sporting a scowl. He turns Acelin around and bends him backwards before hooking his head, then twisting and hitting the Shining Diamond! The audience continues to cheer as Sterling opts to not go for the cover and instead gets to his feet once more. ALEXA CORRA: What the hell is this idiot doing? Colton then heads back to a corner and leans against it as he motions for Acelin to get to a certain position. Acelin eventually rolls onto all fours and Colton quickly charges forward before he punts him right in the head! Acelin rolls over onto his back and seems to be flat out cold. The ref checks on him as Colton steps back and leans against the ropes, before he calls for the bell to end the match. RANDY THE PILOT: DAMN! HE PUNTED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match via referee stoppage....COLTON STERLING! BRIAN MASON: That was flat out impressive, folks. RANDY THE PILOT: Shiiiit, Ace got a concussion right about now. ALEXA CORRA: I didn’t even know he could punt that hard. Colton quickly exits the ring and walks over to Whisper. She hands him his title back and he quickly wraps it around his waist before grabbing a steel chair and a microphone as well. Sterling the slides back into the ring just as Tate is carried out. He unfolds the chair and places it in the center of the ring before sitting down on it, microphone still in his right hand. After a few seconds, the No Limits champion. COLTON STERLING: You know, it wasn’t too long ago when I was one of the first people to sign up for Hard Knox Wrestling. Back then, they were just a development territory for Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, which really drew in a lot of interest as multiple people wanted to be moved up to that stage. Multiple people wanted to be part of one of the best companies in the world. And like I said, I signed up. I was never scouted. I was never given an offer like some of the current talent on the roster. I came into the company back when they were willing to take anyone. And in my first match under the HKW banner, Jason Mentez and myself stole the show in a bloodshed rules match. The hardcore fans in the audience cheer. COLTON STERLING: And yeah, he busted me up pretty good. I had to get stitches later that night, but I was still the one that walked away victorious. Fast forward a couple of weeks, after some disrespectful things that were said by Mentez and some other stuff in there, we fought again in a 2/3 falls match, which he ended up winning. But when that match was over with and Jason moved on to bigger and better things, the one thing I knew, even in defeat, was that he had at least found some respect. He had found some respect for me because I was willing to be a man and fight him straight up, no BS involved, again. Sterling looks right at the audience as he speaks. COLTON STERLING: And that’s just the first of many examples of people who I’ve faced whose respect I have gained. I could list all of them, but I won’t. I know who they are and they know who they are. But there’s one guy out there who has no respect for anything, especially not for me. And his name is Heath Harper. The audience overall boos as Colton looks out at them and nods his head in agreement. COLTON STERLING: For those of you who missed the last Defiance, Heath Harper managed to earn himself a shot at MY No Limits championship. And for those of you who managed to catch the aftermath of said show, you saw Heath Harper take this championship belt and hit me over the head with it; after using Tank to help lay me out first, of course. The audience boos again as Sterling shifts in his seat. COLTON STERLING: Part of me can’t really blame you for what you did, Heath. I know you’re the type of guy who would rather play mind games with someone than try to beat them one on one, straight up. I saw you do it with Raike and it made him easy prey for you when your first blood match came around. And hey, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right? That’s exactly why you’re trying the same thing with me. But I got news for you. I’m not Johnny Raike. Sterling gets up from his seat and kicks the chair away as he keeps the microphone up to his lips. COLTON STERLING: No, my name is Colton Sterling. I’m the longest reigning No Limits champion and I haven’t held this belt for nearly 250 days falling for these mind games. Ask Gia Levi. She smacked me in the face with that championship belt too, but did she win it? Colt looks down at the No Limits championship belt, then back up at the camera and shakes his head. COLTON STERLING: That would be a “no”. No, she did not win this belt. What she got instead was an ass whooping that resulted in her being the first person eliminated from that fatal four way elimination match. And then after that, she was given the pink slip and is now no longer even part of this company. Colt chuckles. COLTON STERLING: So, you think that you’ve got a better chance at getting under my skin than her? You think you’ve got the right idea going after me and attacking me like the spineless sack of crap that you are? I got some news for you, PAL. It didn’t end well for her and it’s not going to end well for you. Sterling moves forward as the audience stays silent. COLTON STERLING: What you did two weeks ago didn’t help your chances at taking this belt away from me. Because as long as I can make it down to this ring, I’m always going to fight. You see, that’s where you made your mistake. You put me down....but you didn’t put me down for good. And that was your mistake because now? Oh, now you’ve got me to the point where I’m punting guys like Acelin Tate into unconsciousness. And he hasn’t even done anything to me. Which really has me wondering what I’m actually going to do to you when you’re forced to meet me in this ring, for this title, in a NO LIMITS MATCH! The audience roars in approval as the scowl on Sterling’s face reappears. COLTON STERLING: But you keep coming with the cheap shots. You keep coming with the verbal insults. You keep coming at me with disrespect. Because in the end, it’s going to make it that much more...delightful to beat some respect into you. And trust me when I tell you that when you hear that bell ring at Dream On and see me continuing to be the current longest reigning champion in this company, that you will learn to respect me. You’ll probably hate me for kicking your ass, but then you’ll realize that you brought this on yourself. Sterling clears his throat before continuing. COLTON STERLING: You want this belt? That’s fine by me. Many people have wanted this championship and not a single one of them has been able to wrestle it away from me. I know you’ve got a fighting background and I know you’re one sneaky little bastard. But when it comes to this belt? Let’s just say it’s going to be extremely hard to take it away from me. Bring your fight. Bring your Tank. Bring everything. I’m still going to drop you on your skull. I’m still going to kick your ass. And you’re still gonna get Sterling-ized. Sterling drops the mic and quickly goes to head out of the ring, before Heath Harper comes rushing in from behind and dropkicks the back of his head! Sterling falls to the ground and Harper mounts himself on top of the No Limits champion and beats the back of his head with lefts and rights to the back of his head. Heath grabs Colt by the head and gets him up to both feet before he attempts to go for a suplex, only for Colt to block it, then proceed to suplex Heath instead! Heath writhes around in pain before he quickly rolls out of the ring, not allowing Colton to go after him even more. Colton gets to his feet as the audience cheers before he walks over and grabs the mic, then turns his attention back to Heath, who is backpedalling up the ramp. COLTON STERLING: You thought you could get me two straight shows, Heath? You thought you could do that? How did that actually work out for you, Heath? Heath eventually disappears to the back, getting a smirk out of Sterling. COLTON STERLING: See you in Detroit, Moneybags. “Painkiller” by Three Days Grace plays as Colt drops the mic once more, but pulls his title from around his waist and raises it high in the air as the audience cheers him on and we slowly fade out. WINNER: Colton Sterling (1:44) ![]() In the deepest darkest bowels of Mizzou Arena the boiler room has glooming with a red light, Sami held a white piece of chalk, sliding it across the cement blocks that made up one of the four walls that surrounded her, Alexa, Zagan, and MJ. Zagan stood in the corner, slightly hitting her head against one of the adjacent walls just staring a hole through MJ before glancing over to Alexa who seemed deep in thought at that moment before looking back at MJ. ZAGAN SOLAS: The will of one, can only take them so far. She was willing through curiosity… wanting answers. So she could better understand… You know what must be done. Zagan looks back over at Alexa until the sound of the chalk being driven into the wall becomes piercing, echoing through the small room which causes Zagan to look over at Sami. MJ stares blankly in the direction of the sound but says nothing before muttering under her breath. It takes only a moment for her to snap out of whatever haze she was in. Most of her face hidden behind her hair now. MJ BELL: What must be done…? Explain. MJ now stares towards Alexa with pure black eyes as Zagan begins to laugh a little crazily as she begins to talk to her self trying to keep herself under control. ZAGAN SOLAS: The questions… questions… more questions upon questions. Alexa, somewhat confused by all of this, stares over at MJ and bites down on her lip. Despite being what she was, Alexa was the rational one of the group. The one who would rather wait it out and let things happen on their own pace instead of forcing it. Alexa turns to her side and looks over at Sami. ALEXA CORRA: Come here. Sami drops her piece of chalk and steps toward Alexa. The two turn their backs to the rest of the group and whisper something among themselves. After a few moments of chatter, Alexa turns her head once more and jerks her head at Zagan. MJ watches this with slight irritation not enjoying being the outsider in the conversation. ALEXA CORRA: Come here. Zagan walks toward Sami and Alexa and steps into the circle. The trio talk among themselves in a language that was only known to them. Alexa’s voice was getting louder and louder, the calmer member of 5150 starting to lose her cool. ALEXA CORRA: ...fine. Alexa turns around while Sami and Zagan stand back just glaring at MJ. Alexa slides her hand down on her face as she gets closer and closer to MJ and sits right down next to her. ALEXA CORRA: There’s certain things you have to -- Alexa stops, turning her head in the direction of Zagan and Sami. They both urge her to continue, but Alexa seems hesitant. She breathes out a sigh and looks back over at MJ. ALEXA CORRA: There’s things people have noticed that haven’t exactly sat well with others. This? It ranges beyond us. We’re just pawns in this game of chess who answer to someone else. Alexa was talking in circles, and she knew it. Zagan and Sami knew it too as they walked toward Alexa and MJ, Sami grabbing MJ’s hand to comfort her. SAMI: Come on, come on! It doesn’t hurt at all! Alexa broke the grip between Sami and MJ and shoves Sami down to the ground. ALEXA CORRA: WAIT! Sami, eyes filled with tears, crawls toward and behind Zagan, hiding behind one of her legs. ALEXA CORRA: Both of you are rushing things when they are supposed to take time! This doesn’t happen overnight, and that’s something both of you should accept! Now yelling, Alexa stands back up and slowly runs her fingers through her hair. ALEXA CORRA: But it seems you’ve already made your choice. Alexa turns her head to glance at MJ and then shifts focus to Zagan. ALEXA CORRA: Cut it. I have to go back to the commentary table. I expect this to be done before I return. Alexa walks by Zagan and Sami, her eyes staring a hole through Sami. SAMI: I’m sorry… Alexa hissed, never bothering to turn back around as she left the room. Sami slowly crawls back toward MJ, a smile back on her features. MJ gives Sami a small smile in return. SAMI: It’s gonna be okay. I promise. MJ BELL: I know… Time to cut? Just tell me what it is. MJ reaches over resting her palm against Sami’s cheek before aiming her gaze towards Zagan who has a cheshire grin on her face as she reaches behind her back, and pulls out a scalpel and begins to walk towards MJ. ZAGAN SOLAS: Enchanting dieties of the underworld, I call upon thee to help me perform my evil deeds. Come at once, aid this dream of terror… Kneeling down, Zagan lifts up the scalpel and begins to exam it’s blade. ZAGAN SOLAS: Come at once to bring them horror… She presses the blade against MJ’s forehead as the lights begin to flicker. MJ glares up towards Zagan reaching up to swat her hand away but Sami quickly reaches over stopping her. Out of the corner of MJ’s eye, Sami gives her a reassuring smile and MJ exhales slowly. SAMI: Crawl inside her head deep in the night, bring her the dream I see so clear… The room becomes pitch black as the sound of MJ screaming fills the darkened room and the scene statics out with Sami’s voice comes behind the scream “Laaa Laaa” ![]() The camera cuts backstage as Xavier Asher Daniels is shown walking through a hallway, smiling brightly and humming to himself. Dressed in his ring gear and armed with a guitar at his back, XAD seems to be making a point of ignoring the hard stares that he received from everyone around him due to his actions last week, or simply not caring at all. He made his point and made it known that he’d do whatever it took to keep the spot he’d worked the last year to earn. Turning down the hallway, he came to a stop and arched an eyebrow, before leaning against a nearby wall as his lips quirked into a small smirk. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’m starting to wonder if it’s good luck or bad that you’re starting to pop up everywhere I go, I hope you know that. The camera pans out to show none other than the former HKW World Champion, Felicity Banks. She was already in her gear, but the looks on her face showed that she was still in bitch mode from earlier in the night. Felicity shines off a half smirk, crossing her arms as she stares at her longtime rival. FELICITY BANKS: There’s no luck here, Zavy. Just me doing what I feel is right and defending something that people like you and I built. There was a lot of sass in Felicity’s voice, clearly annoyed by the recent happenings in HKW. FELICITY BANKS: Just doesn’t make sense to me. You have all these people like Onyx and Shane thinking that a couple of months of “hard work” somehow trumps everything I’ve done! We’ve done! And it’s not even just a Defiance thing, Zavy! Felicity slaps her forehead and tugs on her hair. FELICITY BANKS: This nonsense spreads all the way to iGNITE! That damn peasant Kenshin is being a hypocrite nonstop! Making tweets like ‘disrespecting someone’s accomplishments to get noticed’ when he’s done the same freaking thing! Banahan comma Cole thinks that HE actually has some say in what the hell is right for this company because he’s kissing Risky’s ass! I’m tired… Felicity lets out a grunt, hammer punching the nearest wall with her fist. FELICITY BANKS: ...so tired of it already. Makes me sick. Makes me nauseous. Makes me wanna burn this whole freaking place to ground! She closes her eyes and shakes her head vigorously from side to side, still hammer punching the wall behind her. FELICITY BANKS: Glad to see that you feel the same way I do though, Zavester. Well -- kinda, I guess? Crossing his arms over his chest, XAD gave a slight shake of the head as he chuckled slightly. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You know something, Princess - sorry, old habit. But seriously, if this were two months ago, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you. I’d swear that you were wrong, and that they all had some point or another about what they were saying. But now? The smile slipped off of his face, and was replaced by a scowl of annoyance. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Now, after a year of fighting against you, of being literally and figuratively cut off at the knees every time that I think that I’m finally going to succeed, I see your point. I couldn’t, I can’t keep pretending that I’m alright with how everything’s been going for me. I can’t pretend I’m alright with Jack Warrens, Shane Atwater, Zakk Lewis, or whoever may try to climb up next having to step over me for my position after I’ve broken myself down to earn it. Looking right into her eyes, he continued to speak. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: And I’m done with it all. I’ve tried doing things the right way when all that’s gotten me is misery and pain, Fel. I’ve had my career set back time and time again trying to be the nice and noble guy, but in the end it just isn’t worth it. Now I realize… now I realize I’ve gotta do any and everything necessary to make sure I stay where I am. I’ve worked to hard, done too much, and suffered for too long to just had it over quietly. Pushing himself off if the wall, XAD looked up at Fel with a small, almost bitter smile. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You were right, and I was just too stubborn at the time to see it. Felicity was stunned to hear Xavier’s words as she leans herself up from the hallway wall and squints. FELICITY BANKS: Well then. Wasn’t exactly expecting to hear all that, but… She nods her head with a slick smirk on her face. FELICITY BANKS: This is good! This means we MIGHT just be able to get along long enough to beat Shane and that damned Onyx… Felicity scowls right after she speaks the name of the woman who beat her for HKW World title. FELICITY BANKS: They can try and climb up the ranks all they want, and they could even get NEAR the top, but nobody -- no fuckin’ body goes above me. She was selfish. Driven by her own motives, but despite her wording, Felicity knew XAD knew exactly what she meant. FELICITY BANKS: Just do me a favor tonight and make sure you bring the XAD that I know can kick both their asses, yah? I just carried Onyx to the tag titles not long ago. Don’t need to carry someone now. XAD looks at her critically for a few seconds. Despite him agreeing with what she’s said to him in the past, he hasn’t forgotten that she’s the person largely responsible for him walking in a knee brace for most of his very young career, and still a competitor at heart. After a few seconds of silence, he gave her a smile, before extending his hand to her. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: That Xavier Daniels plans on staying around for a while, Fel. I promise. He’s got too much to lose for him to go away. The former champ throws up a thumbs up and walks by Xavier, heading in the direction of her locker room. He looks down at his hand, before shrugging and continuing on his way towards the locker rooms as well, the smile never leaving his face as he envisioned what would happen in the tag match as the screen fades. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 29 2015, 10:29 PM Post #3 |
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![]() The scene fades in with Lee Redford trying to get a dollar to go into a vending machine in the Referee’s Lounge. No use, the machine keeps spitting the dollar back out at him. A few giggles is heard in the background. Redford looks over his shoulder to see Gary Pinson and his two followers Fred & Tate. GARY PINSON: Might wanna step up from that monopoly money, Lee. See if you would have just listened to me the first time maybe you would have been making you some real money. Lee shakes his head and tries to straighten up his dollar bill. LEE REDFORD: I been thinking about that offer here lately actually. He tries to get the dollar back in and walah! The machine finally takes it and Lee selects a bag of Mini Oreos. Gary looks to his right and left at both Tate and Fred. GARY PINSON: Hear that boys? Looks like Redford here’s sick of being a stooge for that sorry excuse for a general manager. Hey man I know we’re the cool kids on the block but the club’s exclusive. Pinson eyes the vending machine as Fred puts his hands in his pockets and mean mugs Lee. GARY PINSON: You had your chance to be down but no you wanted to play hero. What makes you think WE think you’ve changed? TATE SCHULER: Dude ain’t changed, if you ask me Gary. Still looks like a dirty disgusting rat. Ain’t that right, little rat boy. Lee opens up the bag of Mini Oreos and pops a few in his mouth as he makes his way over to the table. LEE REDFORD: Look bro, maybe cause you don’t know how to change your own diaper doesn’t mean that I haven’t changed. I have. Look truth is, Romeo? Dude obviously has it out for you Gary. And I really don’t care, I’m just here to collect me a check and support my daughter you know? And them checks haven’t really been looking all that attractive, you know what I’m saying. Lee pulls himself a seat over to the table with the rest of the guys. He looks around to Fred, Tate and lastly Gary. LEE REDFORD: I was wrong for turning down your offer at first. I wasn’t thinking. I mean I wasn’t looking at the big picture you know bro? I could go back to selling nickel bags and still make better money than what I’m getting doing this. So after I had some more time to think about it...I was like, what’s so bad about doing a little something on the side bro? Tate sucks his teeth mouthing “bullshit” to Pinson who holds up a finger. GARY PINSON: Give us a second. Gary turns both Fred and Tate around for a mini huddle. GARY PINSON: You guys trust this guy? FRED GARRISON: Not for a second. The punk. TATE SCHULER: Freddy G’s right Gary. This dude could be flipped. Gary shakes his head and sighs. GARY PINSON: I don’t know anymore but forget it. We’ll see how it goes. They all turn back towards, Lee. GARY PINSON: Alright kid, we’ll see what you can do. First of all you have to look the part. That ref shirt still tucked in? Ha… Lee looks down at his tucked in shirt. LEE REDFORD: Yeah bro. What, should I not tuck it? Just tell me what I need to do bro and I’ll do it. Lee stands up and pulls up his shirt from his pants. With his arms raised he looks to the guys. LEE REDFORD: What about that? That good? GARY PINSON: Better. Hey how about fetching me and the boys a couple of Brad’s applesauces? He hides them in a Cheez-Its box in the lounge fridge. Pinson gives a cocky smirk to Lee and the rest of the boys fold their arms. FRED GARRISON: Well? LEE REDFORD: Applesauce bro? TATE SCHULER: Did he stutter prick? Go get the damn applesauce. And stop asking so many damn questions Rat Boy. Lee looks over to Tate ready to retort but thinks better of it. He looks around to see if anyone was looking. Lee makes his way over across the room to the fridge. He opens the fridge and looks around for the Cheez-Itz box. He looks under it and sees the applesauce. As he takes it and closes the door Brad Chase is seen standing there. BRAD CHASE: Hey! That’s my applesauce Lee! What are you doing? Redford grunts and begins to walk back towards Pinson and crew. LEE REDFORD: My applesauce now punk. Brad Chase looks to say something before Tate and Fred start to walk up to him. FRED GARRISON: You don’t want these problems, son. Fred mean mugs Brad as Pinson sits down and starts eating the applesauce. Lee looks over to Brad feeling bad for the kid but didn’t want to break character as he was now in with the crew. LEE REDFORD: Go get you a GoGurt or something. Hell from around here bro. Lee pops a few Mini Oreos in his mouth and looks over to Gary. LEE REDFORD: So we good? Am I in the cabinet? TATE SCHULER: Whoaa there junebug. Tate and Fred start laughing as Pinson looks up from the table. GARY PINSON: You got us some stinking applesauce and think that’s enough to get you in? You’re in trainee status now. Just keep proving yourself and we’ll see. Now go find that kid and make sure he isn’t snitching. Lee nods and stands up from his chair. LEE REDFORD: Yeah, sure. Not gonna let you guys down bro. Lee throws away his bag of Oreos and walks out of the lounge. Gary leans back and looks up to his boys. GARY PINSON: Keep an eye on him boys. Don’t let your guard down just yet… Tate and Fred nod as the scene begins to fade away. ![]() As the scene fades back into the arena the team of Abaddon, Bo McCleary and Bayani Arroyo as seen already in the ring. Bo looks at his two tag two partners with disgust but Abaddon and Arroyo don’t seem to care. “What You Did In The Dark” by. Fall Out Boy hits the PA System and the faction known as Infinite Omega begin to walk out to the fans who cheer for them. Nina Stokes carrying her Bloodlust Championship leads the way down the ramp. MJ looks around to the fans trying her best to cover the scar on her head with her hair. BRIAN MASON: These three have been a well oiled machine since their debut. ALEXA CORRA: Hmm...not for long. RANDY THE PILOT: I’ma need this damn lava cake to get here already. WHISPER VIPERI: On the way to the ring, MJ Bell, Ryan Corey and the reining HKW Bloodlust Champion Nina Stokes………..INFINITE OMEGA!!!!! The faction hops onto the ring apron looking across to the other corner. Bayani tries to get in the ring to start the match off but Bo shoves him back and walks into the center of the ring. Arroyo rolls his eyes as the iOmega talk amongst themselves to determine who would start the match. Ryan Corey steps up and enters the ring. Jerry Stevens looks around to make sure the other teams are out of the ring and the two men were ready to go. He then turns to the bell ringer and calls for the bell. BRIAN MASON: Something tells me that Bo might be the reason these boys lose if he keeps acting like that. RANDY THE PILOT: Pssh, with the iOmega group having that fight earlier? I don’t know who gonna fuck who over in this one bruh. ![]() DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!! Ryan Corey and Bo McCleary start the match for their respective teams. Bo slaps himself in the face a couple of times as Ryan Corey turns to his team, pointing and laughing at Bo McCleary. Nina laughs, but MJ doesn’t seem to care much, if at all. RANDY THE PILOT: MJ’s bein’ weird as fuck, bruh. ALEXA CORRA: No she’s not… BRIAN MASON: She actually is. She’s not as energetic as-- ALEXA CORRA: Just shut up and do your fucking jobs, will you? Stop trying to make something out of nothing. Corey still has his back turned to Bo, allowing the A.S.H member to sneak up and blast him with a big lariat. Corey bounces off the ropes, but connects with a running dropkick on the rebound! Bo falls to the mat, scrambling back to his feet and toward Corey, only to be scooped up, and slammed down to the mat. Corey drives his knee into Bo’s face as she looks over at Abaddon in the opposite corner and taunts his Dream On opponent. Corey lifts McCleary to his feet, but McCleary digs his fingers into Corey’s eyes, spins him around, and plants him with a release German Suplex. Bo stumbles toward his corner and makes the tag to Abaddon. RANDY THE PILOT: My ninja Joey Miles! ALEXA CORRA: His name is Abaddon… How many times do I have to say this? BRIAN MASON: You seem a little on edge tonight, Alexa. Is everything alright? ALEXA CORRA: Like you give a damn. Abaddon storms the ring and drops an elbow onto Corey, followed by another, and another. Abaddon puts his hands together and falls to his knees, praying directly above Corey. Corey sees Abaddon out of the corner of his eye, lifts his leg and swiftly kicks Abaddon in the head. Abaddon stumbles back, and Corey is right there to pounce on top of him, clubbing away with stiff rights and lefts. Corey lifts Abaddon to his feet and attempts a suplex, but Abaddon wedges his foot in between Corey to block the move, and turns the suplex attempt into a spinning neckbreaker of his own! Abaddon crawls back to his corner and makes the tag to Bayani Arroyo. RANDY THE PILOT: And here comes the cry baby! BRIAN MASON: That wasn’t very nice, Randy. RANDY THE PILOT: I ain’t paid to be nice, bruh. I call it like I see it. Damn, Lex. Why isn’t you dissin’ the ninjas with me? Need my partner in crime instead of Mason’s soft ass over here. ALEXA CORRA: Not really in the mood. Bayani doesn’t go on the attack on Corey, and instead, allows him to get up. Corey’s gaze meets Bayani’s and Bayani points across the ring, directly at Nina Stokes. BRIAN MASON: Arroyo doesn’t want anything to do with Corey! He wants a piece of the Bloodlust Champion! A smile forms on Nina’s features as she looks over at MJ who’s still looking down and covering her forehead with her hair. Nina reaches her arm out and tells Corey to tag her in, to which the I-Omega member obliges! A sly smirk forms on Bayani’s features as Nina gets into the ring. The fans cheer as they look on to Nina and Bayani circle the ring. Nina shoots trying to link up with Bayani but he ducks under and hits the Bloodlust Champ in the back of the head with a Missile Dropkick. Arroyo then pounces on top of Nina raining down some punches until he gets up. As he gets up he drags Nina up with him by her hair just to hit a Sitout Jawbreaker. BRIAN MASON: Bayani looking aggressive against the Bloodlust Champion, Nina Stokes.He might be looking to take that belt away from her in the future. ALEXA CORRA: How hard would that be? Bayani hasn’t been nothing but impressive since debuting in HKW, I could see him winning some gold in the future. Nina isn’t exactly a threat despite what she claims either. The fans boo him as Arroyo gets back up to his feet talking down to Nina as he walks over her. He drops an elbow in her back and locks in a side headlock. Jerry ask if she wants to give up but Nina refuses. Nina shows off her will and strength as she climbs up to her feet and hits a few elbow strikes in the gut of Bayani. Arroyo goes to elbow her in the back of the head but it’s too late as Stokes hits a Back Suplex on him. She then gets back up to her feet rubbing her neck. Bayani begins to get up but not before being brought down by a Missile Dropkick from Nina Stokes after bouncing off the ropes and sprinting over to him. Ryan Corey cheers Nina on. Nina nods to him and goes right back at Bayani. Picking Arroyo back up to his feet Nina hits several breast chops until backing him up into a corner turnbuckle. Nina hits a few kicking combinations until ending the combination with an Enziguri. RANDY THE PILOT: Nina coming back with that fire bruh. BRIAN MASON: She sure is, Randy. Coming back with that same intensity that Bayani showed her a few moments ago. Nina looks around to the crowd pumping them up as they cheer her on. Nina goes back to pick Arroyo up but Bayani shoves her off of him. He begins to get back up to his feet but Nina does not allow him to as she drives her knee into the side of his head knocking him back into the turnbuckle. Stokes raises him up to his feet and climbs up to the second rope. She then looks around to the crowd and puts up a fist. As she begins to punch Arroyo the fans count all the way up to nine. Stokes then ends the sequence with a Hurricarana sending him flying across the ring. Nina gets back up looking over to Bayani who holds the back of his head. Nina slowly walks over to Bayani and picks him back up. She irish whips him into the ropes and goes for the Kitchen Sink. No luck as Arroyo utilizes his quickness and moves out of the way. Nina looks around trying to find him just to get hit with the Pele Kick! Both competitors down now Jerry begins to count. BRIAN MASON: What a massive Pele Kick by Bayani! Who's going to make it to their feet first?! Nina begins to crawl over to her corner with the closest person to tag in is MJ Bell. Bayani doesn’t seem to be willing to make the crawl over to his corner as he is seen starting to get up to his feet. Stevens now at five, Nina reaches out to tag MJ…..MJ looks down at Nina’s hand as she reaches out to her and….MJ drops down to the mat and turns her back to Ryan Corey & Nina Stokes! BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! What’s MJ doing?! ALEXA CORRA: What’s right for her. It’s not hard to figure out, Mase. She’s sick of being dragged down by those inferior to her. BRIAN MASON: Why do I have a feeling you had something to do with this? ALEXA CORRA: I really didn’t. Scouts honor. Ryan calls out to MJ as she begins to walk up the ramp. Nina’s eyes widen not knowing what was going on until she is picked up by Arroyo who sets up the Kryptonite. He looks around to the crowd who boos him, but more so MJ Bell. He hits the finishing manuever and goes for the pin. Ryan Corey tries to dash in to break up the pin but Abaddon rushes in to stop him sending them both out of the ring! ONE TWO THREE!!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!! Jerry calls for the bell and Bayoni gets up to his feet looking down at Nina Stokes. He then looks over to the Bloodlust Championship. He calls for the crew worker to bring it over to him and the man hands the championship belt to him. Bayani looks down at the belt and then throws it down onto Nina’s face before exiting the ring. WINNERS: Abaddon, Bayoni Arroyo and Bo McCleary via pinfall (22:03) ![]() The scene fades in as Romeo Price is seen pouring himself another glass of Scotch while watching the show in his office. His door is then heard in the background as he takes a swig of it. ROMEO PRICE: How can I be of assistance Ms. Darling? Romeo looks over as the camera begins to pan out with Nero Darling seen stumbling through the door with a flower arrangement so big that it’s barely possible to see her behind it. She pokes her head out from behind the huge flower bouquet. NERO DARLING: Um, Mr. Rohmeeoh. Can yew tells me where I could find Mr. Lamar or how I could get these too him? She looks sad as she clutches the flowers to her chest. Romeo shakes his head with a light chuckle. ROMEO PRICE: And do you mind me asking just why you insist giving him those? Romeo sets his glass down and crosses his arm while tilting his head towards her a little. NERO DARLING: Because I feels bad for what happened during our match… Her bottom lip trembles as though she might burst into tears at any moment. ROMEO PRICE: Nero, you don’t have to feel about doing your job… Price shrugs his shoulders. ROMEO PRICE: Besides that’s what he signed up for. That’s what you signed up for. To either take a beating or a give one. What did you think this was? A pillow fighting promotion? Nero pouts up at him from behind the huge arrangement of flowers. NERO DARLING: C-could we do pillow fighting instead, Mr. Rohmeeo? ROMEO PRICE: No….. He sighs and walks over to Nero placing his hand on her shoulder. ROMEO PRICE: Look Nero, you have to understand this….This isn’t the sort of place that some bad things aren’t going to happen. You’re gonna see and do some things you might not of known was possible. But don’t let any of that discourage you. So what a guy got hurt by your hands? It happens...And it will not be the last time it happens. As far as you should be concerned you won yourself a match. You digged deep and you went out there and got your hand raised. You shouldn’t be going around going to a florist buying a whole bouquet of flowers for an individual who is still trying to earn himself a spot on a roster in this company. Those type of guys are going to do whatever it takes to become a professional wrestler. Win or lose, they’re gonna go out there and take as much of a beating as they possibly could anywhere else to make it..Don’t get too down on yourself Ms. Darling. Be proud. Hold your chin up high and keep putting on a show for the people out there who call your name. Nero sighs and nods, sitting the flowers down on Romeo’s desk. NERO DARLING: I guess you’re right, Mr. Rohmeeoh. I just feel so bad that I kinda… iono… I guess I was all grr and then the referee was like stahp and I was grrrrrr. She nods slightly, mulling over his words before she finally throws herself at him, giving him a huge bear hug. NERO DARLING: You’re the bestestest Mr Rohmeeoh. She grins and skips away, leaving her flowers where they are on his desk. Romeo looks down to the flowers and watches her leave. He shrugs and picks back up his glass as he leans up against his desk continuing to watch the show. ![]() Once the cameras cut back to the ring an elegant red briefcase could be seen hung up twenty five feet above the ring. It was going to be the reward for the person who could scale up that ladder at Dream On and have the chance to secure a spot as a future No Limits Champion on Defiance. WHISPER VIPERI: This is a No Limits Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase match preview scheduled for one fall! Already standing in the ring....VIP......VIRGIL! ISAIAH! PRYCE! ALEXA CORRA: Not impressed...... BRIAN MASON: I know he hasn't really had much of a presence but give him a chance! VIP raised his hands up forming finger guns as a small portion of the audience cheered out for him. WHISPER VIPERI: Now introducing our next participant! From Los Angeles, California representing L.......A.......X! EVAAAAA CASTROOOOOOOOOOOOO! As "Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits the PA System lights begins to flash purple, white and black. Eva Castro is seen standing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips as she looks around to the crowd. She throws up the LA symbol with her hands and begins to head down the ramp. While making her way down the ramp she looks over to the fans along it and smirks. She then stops in the middle of the ramp looking towards the ring. Standing there for a moment she takes it all in and rolls her neck. Eva begins walking down the rest of the ramp acting as if the fans aren't even there. As she reaches the ring she walks around to the side and slides in. After sliding into the ring she sits up on her knees and looks around to the crowd with a smirk on her face. She then gets up to her feet and walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans on it as she waits for her opponents BRIAN MASON: She's affiliated with LAX? Meaning former World Champion Emilio Vialpando?..... Alexa would cast an evil glance over to Brian. ALEXA CORRA: .... RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh where you been at? WHISPER VIPERI: Now.......the last participant! Hailing from Bloomfield, New Jersey!..... Shut up Nobody cares what you have to say Shut up Nobody's listening to you anyway BRIAN MASON: Oh god no..... RANDY THE PILOT: Fran ain't been in her right mind lately bruh.... ALEXA CORRA: Heh....... WHISPER VIPERI: SHE IS- FRANCESCA: STAWWWWWWWWWWWP YAWL! Fran pushed her way through the curtains with her replica No Limits Championship belt slung comfortably over her shoulder. The same to men who wrecked Crowned Royalty Winner Shane Atwater's locker room under Fran's orders were standing behind her. FRANCESCA: Listen y'all...... She said looking down to Eva Castro and VIP. FRANCESCA: I ain't need nobody to introduce me no mo yawl. And I ain't need no mo theme music niggras. Theme music is fo somebody that's tryna make they presence known. THE REAL NO LIMITS CHAMPION ALREADY KNOWN YAWWWWWWWL! In fact....bruh..... I'm so known in this jawn they finna use me to highlight this ladder match defense. Like they want highlights on HKW.com to cop that pic of me plantin my foot down one y'all throats while unhooking MAIIIIII NO LIMITS STRAP. Y'all finna be deep throatin harder than Amber Monroe used to that night yawl. The "REAL" No Limits Champion wagged her finger. FRANCESCA: Because I done reach the point of my CUH-REAAAAAAAAA where my name speaks for itself. Ever since Divine Supremacy y'all. I been THE most talked bout champ on Defiance yawl. If yawl niggas saw The Tonight Show n' listened to somin I said befo Fallen fucked up y'all woulda heard me say since Fel ain't World Champ until Dream On.....MAI word is power on Defiance yawl. In the front there's FRAN yawl. Everybody else fall behind HA. Lemme tell yawl something else. I ain't finna look at yawl dumb asses in the crowd eithat yawl. That's why my NO LIMITS DISCIPLES here, Glo'd Up Aurora Master....... A muscular man with a long blonde wig and veins popping out of his neck took a few steps forward. Make no mistake, it was an attempt to take a jab at the REAL Aurora Master, the one who would be in the same No Limits Golden Opportunity Match along with Fran and her opponents for the night. FRANCESCA: Annnnnnnnnnnnd Blinged Out NEON Another man who looked to be of Italian descent stepped up. This one had a fake left eye. Eva Castro rolled her eyes seemingly unimpressed by the display while VIP was questioning Fran's sanity. FRANCESCA: Blinged Out Neon......Tell em wah gwan. BLINGED OUT "NEON": EHHHHAG YOU ARE NO LIMITS CHAMPION, MA'AM! AT DREAM ON I WILL GO BACK TO BEING A FOOTNOTE IN HKW HISTORY. AND GO BACK TO MY TWITTER CELEBRITY STATUS WHILE YOU REIGN OVER HARD KNOX WRESTLING. The man huffed and puffed then his fake eye dropped out. Fran caught it. With a cheerful clap Fran spoke again. FRANCESCA: See yawl? It ain't that hard to tell the truth. Blinged Out Neon tol' me what she thought. On top ahhh that y'all little run as "contenders" to my CHAMPIONSHIP bout as fake as this damn eye......NO LIMITS FOLLOWERS....Time fo me to hand yawl that TWEERRRRK to cure yawl faces. Hand em out girls..... The two men opened three crates that sat below them. Pulling out No Limits Championship face masks! The men would go through the entire front row handing them out. Some of the fans covered their faces with them creating a sea of...... No Limits Title. Fran then slid into the ring satisfied. RANDY THE PILOT: Yo she's outta her damn mind...... ![]() DING! DING! DING! RANDY THE PILOT: Bet iight bruh here we go! As the bell rang Fran continued to inform both Eva and VIP that she was indeed the best champion Hard Knox had to offer presently. Virgil and Eva both went after Fran as soon as the bell rang for all of the things she had to say lately! Eva planted a boot in the stomach of Captain HKW sending her back first into the corner turnbuckle! Eva Castro then backed up before running toward Fran and leaping up to high a flying elbow to the face! Fran fell into seated position as the crowd cheered her getting double teamed. ALEXA CORRA: Get up, Fran....don't be worthless..... VIP then taunted the crowd by raising his arms up one more time to receive a handful of cheers before he positioned himself before charging forward! But before he could reach Fran he was tripped up by Castro! She nailed him with a drop toe hold causing VIP to collide with the canvas face first! A loud thump could be heard! BRIAN MASON: Wow, it looks like that partnership didn't last long. RANDY THE PILOT: Nah bruh bruh, everyone in this for number one. Eva turned VIP over before running forward, leaping up, and landing her feet on the second rope. She pushed herself into a backflip landing the springboard moonsault on top of Virgil! There Eva went for the pin attempt! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Castro almost got him after that impressive springboard moonsault! RANDY THE PILOT: Ain't even expect VIP to kick out. Eva dropped a quick elbow on Virgil's right knee causing him to yell out. And then another hard elbow onto that same right leg. She then grabbed his legs before locking VIP into an Eva Lock (figure four)!! VIP yelled out in pain holding his head. He stretched his arms out as if he were ready to just give it up. ALEXA CORRA: Weak.....he's ready to tap...... VIP seemed to be on the brink of giving it up before Fran came back in the picture dropping down to bite Eva Castro on the forehead screaming out "YOU AIN'T TAKIN MY STRAP YAWL!" Eva had to release the hold after being bitten by Fran. But Fran continued to try to bite the LAX Princess. The referee tried to pull her off but The Midcarder Slayer wasn't budging on letting Castro go. RANDY THE PILOT: Fran a cannibal now bruh..... The referee started the count to disqualification... ONE.... TWO.... THREE..... FOUR..... Fran finally stopped biting. Eva held her forehead. She got up angrily looking to take the "Real" No Limits Champion's head off. Castro ran at Fran nailing a clothesline, Fran got back up and then was nailed with another, once Fran got up a third time Eva leaped up and dropped Fran with a hurricanrana! Fran landed on her back with her eyes widened. She screamed out "YAWL CHILL" Castro then ran the ropes before coming back and nailing Fran with a low dropkick to the face. She hooked a leg... RANDY THE PILOT: On't even think Fran know what she be doin' she just do random shit. ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP!! Eva got back up. BRIAN MASON: Castro starting to build some offense! As Fran slowly started to get back up Eva looked to go back for more, suddenly Fran pulled referee Tate Schuler in front of her. Using him as a shield. Eva looked a bit confused before Fran shoved Tate forward. Tate stopped before he made impact with Eva but Fran pushed the ref out of the way to nail Eva with an STO! Fran guided her back to her feet before tossing Eva's arm above her own neck. She then lifted Eva up in the air in position for a vertical Suplex before dropping Eva down to the canvas back first. RANDY THE PILOT: Fran went for the pin! ONE! TWO! NO! VIP came back into play! He grabbed Fran by the hair and tossed her out of the ring over the second rope. He then pulled Eva back to a vertical base. He looked out to the crowd yelling to let them know a win was in the cards for him! ALEXA CORRA: Ugh he's still here..... Before VIP could muster up anything special Eva nailed him in the stomach then dropped him with the twist of fate! She then picked him up to drop him with the Evalasting Driver (tiger driver!) VIP was out cold! She turned VIP over with a smirk on her face before hooking his inside leg. ONE!!!!! BRIAN MASON: EVALASTING DRIVER! This is it guys! TWO!!!! NO! Fran reached in! Eva was close enough to the ropes where she was able to pull on Eva's leg and drag her off VIP's chest and out of the ring causing her to fall chest first on to the cold outside floor. Fran then slid in the ring. She grabbed VIP. Lining him up in the middle of the ring. Fran SPAT in his face, the ultimate disrespect, before kicking him in the stomach so he would kneel over and running the ropes. She bounced her back off the rope and hit the FRANTIC FINISH!!!! (swinging neckbreaker) BRIAN MASON: WHAT? FRANTIC FINISH? NO! ALEXA CORRA: Oh... Fran covered VIP draping her arm over him... ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match by way of pinfall....The Midcarder Slayer....FRAN!! BRIAN MASON: That was terrible! Fran stole the win from Eva! At least she won't be able to steal anything come the No Limits Golden Opportunity Ladder match! RANDY THE PILOT: Yo she's doing what she has to. ALEXA CORRA: Heheh Felicity taught her well. "Smack You" blared through the arena as Fran raised her arms up. The NO LIMITS DISCIPLES handed Fran her replica belt before raising her arms up high as the camera cut to another scene. WINNER: Francesca (16:57) ![]() WHAT?! The voice thunders from withing I-Omega’s locker room where Nina and Ryan are standing across from MJ. She stares down at the floor with her hand rubbing at her forehead before raising a hand to silence Ryan. MJ BELL: I will not discuss this any further. This group was made for the purpose to make sure each one of us was taken as a serious threat. Nina now has her title and no one ever thought little of you Ryan… I have things I must get done. I don’t need you two slowing me down. MJ refuses to make eye contact with the two before she starts to head towards the door. Nina grabs her arm, a bit forcefully. NINA STOKES: I'm going to talk, and you are going to listen. Nina looks at her friend sternly. MJ's jaw tightens as she yanks her arm free. NINA STOKES: You know I'm your friend and I love you. If you're honestly going to stand there and tell us that you are ok, then you are full of shit. People who are well don't disappear for hours with no recollection of where they have been or what they've done. She continues to look at MJ. NINA STOKES: Get some help; and that's the last time I'm going to say it. I'm tired of begging and pleading with you. Ever since I met you I've done nothing but support you;the only person slowing you down is you! Ryan reads the anger in Nina's voice. He lays a hand on her shoulder. RYAN COREY: Why don't you go get some tea from catering, it will calm your nerves. I can handle this. Nina glances over at Ryan, then returns her gaze to MJ. NINA STOKES: I've never wanted to knock you out...until today. I'm going to let Ryan handle this before I do something might regret and ruin our friendship. Nina walks out of the room and MJ continues to lock her gaze with Ryan completely unaffected by Nina's outburst. MJ BELL: Don't speak. I don't want your advice. I made this decision completely level headed regardless of what you and miss dramatic think. I don't need anyone's help and I am NOT some damsel in need of someone saving me. Perfectly aware what is going on now. You two are going to get in my way or hurt me. Despite what you two think this is best for all of us. Ryan's facial expressions flashes through a range but he seemed almost too tired to fight with MJ. Instead of yelling he just nodded. MJ turned for the door. MJ BELL: I-omega is dead but that doesn't mean I have ill will however if you interfere with my affairs then I have no problem removing you. She walks out leaving Ryan Corey shaking his head. ![]() Xavier Asher Daniels is seen lacing up his boots as the audience gives him a mixed reaction. However, it doesn’t seem to take long for him to be joined by company as someone is heard clearing their throat from out of the shot. Xavier looks over and sees who it is before he quickly springs to his feet, looking as if he’s ready to fight. The other person joining him chuckles as he makes his way into the shot to reveal himself to be none other than Jack Warren. Jack has a ref’s tee in his hands as he looks at XAD with a smug smirk. JACK WARREN: Calm down, bitch. I’m not here to tear your fucking leg out of its place for the shit you pulled two weeks ago. Just came here to ask for your opinion since you seem to be a…. Jack throws up the air quote fingers. JACK WARREN: “fashionable man”. You think stripes look good on me? Jack opens up the zebra striped shirt and smiles as he looks over at XAD once more. JACK WARREN: I think stripes look good on me. XAD arched an eyebrow, looking up at Warren with almost an amused smirk. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Black and white? No. They just make you look like an underfed Zebra. I’d be willing to bet black and white, with alot of red splattered on there looks MUCH better on you, Jacky! Standing straight up, XAD brushed his hair aside, and fixed Jack with an annoyed glare, dropping what little playfulness he had just a few seconds ago. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: What do you want, Warren? JACK WARREN: Why do you think I want something? Can’t I visit Felicity’s favorite whipping boy and wish him good luck? After all, you’re teaming with the one person in this match that I like. You’re not teaming with the most boring World champion since Cain Morgan or “Mr.Aftermath Threats” himself. Come on, man. Give me some credit here. Look around. Jack motions to the area. JACK WARREN: Not a single damn person that’s on my side is nearby. Know why? I actually am not here to get payback for what you did last week. I just wanted to know….does it feel good having me kick your ass and hurt you? I see the knee is still shit, so it makes me wonder why you would think sticking your nose into my business is a good idea. Clearly, you want me to put you down permanently, right? XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Permanently? No, no. That’s more Felicity’s thing than mine. Y’see, Warren, the last year or so gave me a little insight into just how cruel and hard this business is. Quicker than Warrens could see, Daniels had grabbed something that had been propped up against the wall and held it right against his knee. Looking down, he saw that it was the guitar that Daniels often used during his entrance into the arena. XAD Smiled brightly, and continued to speak. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: And it’s multiplied when you’re walking around with an injury, particularly a knee injury. Each match takes more out of you and you have to put in extra effort to walk , every trip across the country drains you physically. It gets to the point where you can’t take one step without everything exploding in pain and it taking everything in your power to not find the nearest bottle of oxy or hydrocodone and chugging it until the pain finally goes away, even if it’s just for a little while. Keeping the guitar pressed against Jack’s knee, XAD took a few steps forward, the smile still in place as he looked up into Jack’s eyes. He didn’t care about the injury at that moment, or the size disadvantage he gave up to Jack as he spoke carefully. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Both careers, in and out of the ring, have taught me that much. So Jack, what’s stopping me right here and now from making sure that you don’t walk out of this arena without a knee brace, just like me? Your knee’s likely to give before my guitar does. Jack looks down at the guitar once more and then up at Xavier before beginning to show fear. He pressed his hands together and began pleading. JACK WARREN: Oh, please, XAD. Please don’t destroy my knee! Warren then began crying fake tears before he stopped, looked up at XAD, and grinned, clearly faking that entire moment. JACK WARREN: Just because you hit Shane Atwater with a chair, you think I think you’re capable of pulling that shit off? Nah, fuck you, you aren’t going to do shit. You don’t have the balls to actually try anything like this and if you do, then I’ll gladly accept that trip to the hospital. Here, I’ll make it easier for you. Jack tosses his ref tee on the nearest equipment crate before sitting down and extending out his legs, then motioning to his right one. JACK WARREN: Go ahead, bitch. Do it. Prove you actually got a fucking pair and fucking hit me with that guitar. See if it makes you feel any better knowing that you failed getting to the top because YOU’RE JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH. See if it helps you with coping at the fact that while Shane Atwater is a boring sack of shit, you are still not as talented as him. And while we’re at it, you’ll never be as talented as me either! So go ahead and do it! Try to end my career with that guitar! Guarantee you I’ll at least take my break and not hang around like a fucking pimple that just won’t go away. Jack waits for a second as he looks at XAD, then screams. JACK WARREN: DO IT, MOTHERFUCKER! DO IT, BITCH! DO IT! XAD arched an eyebrow. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You… didn’t hear a damn thing I just said, did you? I don’t HAVE to end your career. It’d be too quick and too good for somebody like you. What good would that do me other than proving a point? Even without the world title around my waist, I’ve gotten somewhere you couldn’t with little experience to go on. Patting Jack’s cheek mockingly, he rose the guitar up. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: But if you really want me to put that low note you call a career out of it’s misery? I can do that for you. He went to bring it down as Jack just watched. But before XAD’s guitar could collide with Jack’s knee, the Indianapolis native scoffed. JACK WARREN: All action when you can actually catch me from behind, but don’t do a single damn thing face-to-face. Face it, you’re a former shell of yourself. Nothing about you screams “career killer”. This just proved it. You aren’t shit, XAD. And you will never be a World title contender again. Don’t care if you even find a way to weasel your scrawny ass into this match. Jack rises to his feet as he keeps eye contact with XAD, who lowers his guitar to his side once more. JACK WARREN: Just gonna be one more person going home disappointed when Jack Warren wins and proves that he’s the future of HKW. It’s almost fitting that he might actually beat part of the past and part of the now to do so. Can you guess which one of those two you are? Warren winks and chuckles. JACK WARREN: Tell you what, though. I actually like the fact that you stopped being such a pushover. Good for Fel for firing you up. It’s going to be that much more entertaining watching you try and think of where it all went wrong when you cross my path in that ring again. Like I said, you’re the past. Some people learn from history and I’m one of those people. And it tells me that while you gave Fel a run for her money, you just aren’t cut out to fight with the big dogs no more. Jack pats XAD’s cheek mockingly, getting him back for what he did beforehand. JACK WARREN: And you know what? I’ll agree with you on something. The start of my HKW career was pretty shit. But unlike you, I’ve evolved, not devolved. I’m a fucking butterfly now! XAD rolls his eyes, swatting the hand away. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Ugh, great. Now I’ve gotta wipe down my cheek. And you’ve evolved into a butterfly? What is that? What even is that, Jack? Is that a code saying you’ve graduated from being someone who everyone said wouldn’t last a year to someone who can’t get on a Pay-Per-View on his own merits? Or is that you telling me that as good as you think you are, you won’t reach as high a ceiling as the “past” did, despite everything you’ve done? XAD gives him a fake look of sympathy. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: How sad. All that work, and you’re still being overlooked by Atwater, Lewis, and little ol’ me. Warren scowls and clenches his fists as he seems ready to throw down. It takes a few seconds, but he unclenches his fists after thinking it over and grabs his referee shirt off of the crate before slinging it over his shoulder. JACK WARREN: I’m being overlooked by you three? Ha, that’s funny. Know what? I’m going to let you get back to your pre-match shit. Just remember that the ref’s a real hardass about the rules. Heard he also doesn’t like fuckboys like you. Jack then turns around and gets ready to walk off before he stops and looks over at the cameraman. JACK WARREN: Do I have to pay Jaxon Queen now for the use of the word “fuckboy”? The camera moves up and down as the cameraman behind it nods. Jack lets out a sigh in response. JACK WARREN: FUCK. Warren then heads out of the shot, leaving Daniels behind to continue preparing for his match. |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall...and it is for the HARD KNOX WRESTLING WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, representing A.S.H., accompanied by Billy Joe and Bo McCleary, they are the challengers, BRICK AND BARON MCCLEARY! 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. Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. 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. BRIAN MASON: These two men are still mad that they never got a rematch against Felicity and Onyx. Especially since their opponents tonight stole that rematch opportunity from them. ALEXA CORRA: Boo fucking hoo. They shouldn’t be so dumb. That’s really why they lost their title shot. RANDY THE PILOT: MY BOYS GOT SCREWED! WAHOO! '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. She then slithers into the ring, running her hands through her hair, done with the pageantry and ready for the fun to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, representing Killuminaughty, she is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions....TALIA VALEN! It takes a few seconds, but eventually, Ina Ina’s theme hits and she slowly makes her way past the curtain with her half of the HKW World Tag Team championships. Ina and Talia make eye contact before a smirk appear on Ina’s face as she makes her way down the ramp towards the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner, representing Killuminaughty, she is the other half of the HKW World Tag Team champions.....INA INA! Ina eventually enters the ring and hands her half of the belts over to the ref before she heads over to her corner and nods at Talia as he theme slowly dies out. BRIAN MASON: Looks like these two women have sold their issues. ALEXA CORRA: of course they have, Mase! They’re Killuminaughty! RANDY THE PILOT: These bitches still crazy as hell. ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Brick starts the match off as Baron exits out onto the apron while Ina pats Talia on the shoulder before Talia exits the ring. Ina and Brick go to lock up, but Ina quickly backs up and tags Talia into the match. Talia and Ina have a staredown, before Talia hits the ring. Talia and Brick then quickly lock up before Talia manages to put Brick into a headlock. Valen slowly moves towards her corner after a few seconds of struggling with Brick, where Ina is, but when she goes to reach over and tag, Ina hops off of the apron and away from her Killuminaughty teammate. The audience stays silent as Talia watches her partner in shock...before Brick lifts her and drops her on her back! Brick then quickly stomps away at Talia as the audience watches in silence. BRIAN MASON: ...What the hell is going on? ALEXA CORRA: Looks like Ina is dropping the dead weight! RANDY THE PILOT: Ina need to stop eating my goddamn pork chops. Brick then grabs Talia by the hair and gets her up to both feet before hooking both of her arms and lifting her up, then planting her with a powerbomb! The audience now begins to show the A.S.H. members a mixed reaction as he gets to his feet and tags in Baron before Brick grabs Talia and gets her up to both feet again. It looks like he’s about to suplex her, but instead, she lands on Baron’s shoulder and he holds her up while Brick runs to the ropes in front of them, bounces off of them, then comes forward and hooks her before they drop her face first with President Davis! Baron quickly goes for the cover as the audience watches, shocked at what’s actually happening. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winners of this match....AND YOUR NEW HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....BRICK AND BARON MCCLEARY! Referee Lee Redford quickly grabs the World Tag Team championships and hands them over to Brick and Baron, who hold them high in the air as Billy Joe and Bo join them in the ring. Billy Joe leans down and looks right at the laid out Talia before flashing her a toothy grin. BRIAN MASON: It seems like we can never get a legitimate tag team championship match around here! RANDY THE PILOT: BUT THEM BOYS TAG TEAM CHAMPS AGAIN! WAHOOOOO! ALEXA CORRA: And Ina has officially dropped the dead weight. WINNERS (and new World Tag Team champions): Brick & Baron McCleary (1:27) ![]() As the scene fades in Defiance General Manager Romeo Price is seen walking into his office only to see Co-Owner Lyle Risky sitting at his desk with Tony Capone leaning up against the wall lighting up a cigar. Romeo balls up his fist as he sees the two men. Capone looks over to Romeo and cracks a smile. TONY CAPONE: Bout time you showed up, Price. ROMEO PRICE: The hell are you two doing in my office? Risky takes a sip from his RiskoCup and laughs. LYLE RISKY: Chill, Romeo we ain’t here to beat your ass….Again. Romeo walks a little bit more into his office still a bit cautious. He wasn’t taking any chances anymore after he was attacked the first time. LYLE RISKY: You’ve been busy Romeo. Went out there made and ass of yourself. Haha, the did you think you was doing putting Shane Atwater in’a Golden Opportunity match for? You know damn well that boy deserved a lot more than just that. Shit his punk ass should be thanking me for booking him in a number one contender match. Then you wanna get all in your feelings and kick my boy Capone out? Capone chuckles. LYLE RISKY: You and that scrotum sucker Jesse. Y’all so damn sensitive. Out of all of Anubis Pyramid, you two gotta be the bitches. Cause all my years of managing B, I ain’t see an ounce of bitch out of him. But you two? Haha, you two take the fucking cake. Romeo stands there fighting every inch of himself from jumping over that desk and just beating the living shit out of Risky. He just stands there listening to whatever bullshit the Co-Owner has to say. LYLE RISKY: Who the fuck do you think you are huh? Just who in the absolute fuck do you think you are kicking Tony out huh?! From here on out Tony Capone is untouchable from your bitch ass, Jessica Lewinsky and Stinker Sands! You understand me?! Unfucking touchable. Meaning you can’t ban him from SHIT Romeo shrugs his shoulders and looks over to Capone.. ROMEO PRICE: You think that scares me? Is that suppose to intimidate me Bridges? Making some two timing gangster “untouchable”. You actually think coming in here and throwing a fit was going to make a difference? Please, Bridges you have to be fucking kidding me. Get the hell out of my office. Risky stands up and stares at Romeo for a moment. The two stand there in silence for a moment until Risky lets out a small laugh. LYLE RISKY: Don’t worry we were just leaving. I just wanted to come by and let you know what’s what. Tony begins to lead the way out until Risky stops as he stands next to Romeo and leans over. LYLE RISKY: And you so happen to lay your hands on Lonny again, I’ll have X come on over here and finish the job that Alessio and Cole started. Hell, I might even let Capone invite some of his friends over to play with you. See you around, Romeo. Romeo turns watching the Co-Owner and Capone leave his office. As the door closes he releases his clinched fist and blood is seen beginning to trickle down his fingers while the scene fades away. ![]() Backstage, Shane Atwater is seen talking to a stagehand. The two seem to be having an actually decent conversation about wrestling in general as Shane stretches out a bit, obviously limbering up for his main event match. It doesn’t take long for this convo to be ruined however, as Jack Warren walks into the shot, grabs the stagehand, and shoves him away from himself and Shane. Jack is now wearing the zebra stripped shirt and has a scowl on his face….before he lightens up and changes his scowl to a smug smirk. JACK WARREN: On a scale of 1-10, how angry are you right now? How close are you to trying to tear someone’s arm out of their fucking socket? I mean, two weeks ago, I pushed you to the point where you handed me a victory against that shithead Zakk Lewis. I pushed you so badly that I even managed to get the upper hand over you during our little scuffle. And then, Xavier came out and...well, you know what happened next. Jack clears his throat before pressing on, clearly trying to get Shane pissed. JACK WARREN: So, was it like a 7 or an 8? Were you more pissed then or at Divine Supremacy, when I dropped you on your skull? Shane, somehow, manages to keep his composure...if only for the moment. SHANE ATWATER: That’s cute. That’s real cute. That you think this is a game is just...priceless, Jacky Boy. That pushing my buttons is something that’s even advisable to do is just...absolutely phenomenal. Shane takes a step toward Warren, who takes a step back, staying just out of reach but clearly close enough to keep antagonizing Atwater. SHANE ATWATER: I mean, if you were half as smart as you and your boss seem to THINK you are...you’d realize what a complete and utter world of shit you were in. I talked to him earlier, by the way. Yeah. We had a real nice chat. A chat where I made it real clear to him just how badly you had fucked up. I’m surprised he let you out of his sight unsupervised, actually, to come skipping down here. Does Daddy Risky know where you are right now, Jacky Boy? Does he know that you’ve once again made the conscious, if hilariously stupid, decision to try and push my buttons again? I’ll bet he doesn’t. Because if he did, he probably would have told you that if you came down here, and tried to get in my face right now, the only arm getting torn out of a socket would be yours. Warren then chuckles as he looks at the look on Atwater’s face. JACK WARREN: You seem to have this idea that I need other people to protect me. That;s where you’ve got it wrong. I don’t need protection. Didn’t need it in our match against one another and didn’t need it at Divine Supremacy. Hell, I’ve even been asking for Lyle and Tony to stay back because I have already proven that I can handle shit on my own. Me coming here shows how much I think about your threats. And what I think is that you spew an utter load of shit every single time you get in front of the camera and do one of your little angry promos. There’s no actual belief that you’re willing to tear my arm out of my socket because, well, there’s been people who have pissed you off before and all of them are walking around with their arms in their sockets. Unless… Jack flashes Shane a smirk. JACK WARREN: Unless I’ve actually gotten under your skin, Shaney? Have I gotten under your skin, Atwater? Warren laughs as he rubs his palms together. JACK WARREN: Yeah, I can already tell that it has been that easy to get under your skin. It’s a shame too. I would have thought you’d have some thicker skin after being in Japan all these years. Guess I was wrong. Oh, well. At least now, it’s gonna make it that much easier to push your buttons. And believe me, I’m not going to stop pushing your buttons until you finally realize that you should have never fucked with Jack Warren. I’m not going to stop until you realize that I’m better than you. Shane stares at Warren for a good, long moment...before a slow smirk breaks out on his face. SHANE ATWATER: Holy shit. I didn’t actually believe it there for a minute….But you really are THIS fucking stupid. I mean, I knew you were a coward. And I knew you were an idiot. But this, Jacky-Boy...This almost isn’t even sporting anymore. You’ve actually convinced yourself that you’re this incredible talent, and this next level star that nobody can touch...and that just because I haven’t ripped you to pieces yet, that it’s not coming. That just because you’re still running around here, cutting your goofy little JACK WARREN INFORMATION PERIOD chucklefuck promos and having to take every cheap shot in the books to scrape your way out of any situation with a singular modicum of dignity...That it doesn’t mean I’m a man of my word. Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Jacky Boy. The only reason you’re still breathing? Cause I’m allowing it. The only reason you aren’t a total fucking cripple yet? Because I haven’t seen fit to dismantle you yet. The only reason you’re still standing here, having this conversation with me? Shane squares up with Warren, staring him dead in the eyes. SHANE ATWATER: Is because I’m allowing it. I give you credit. You’ve gotten under my skin. You’ve pushed me to a point I told myself I’d never go. But unlike you, Jack? I’m not stupid. I’m not going to waste my chance to dismantle you now, when I can go to Dream On, on the biggest stage we’ve got, and take you the fuck apart live on Pay-Per-View. I’m not going to waste my chance to take you down, until everything is on the line, and I can take every SINGLE thing Risky’s got lined up for his new golden boy away from him in one fell swoop. So yeah. Congratulations, Jacky Boy. You pushed me. You got under my skin like no other. And knowing you, you aren’t gonna stop pushing. In fact, I’m counting on it. PLEASE, KEEP PUSHING ME, JACKY BOY. Keep right on believing that I’m all talk, and that I’m not gonna separate your fucking limbs from your body soon enough. You keep right on believing that, Jacky Boy. Because it is going to be an absolute pleasure making a fucking believer out of you...right before I end your career. Warren chuckles as he rubs his chin. He eyes his Dream On opponent up and down, sucking his teeth as he thinks about what Atwater just said. After a few seconds, Jack clears his throat and speaks. JACK WARREN: That’s good stuff. It’s almost refreshing getting this out of you. God knows your whole “I say I do things and then do it” shtick was getting old pretty fast. Especially when the things you said you were gonna do never actually happened. Good to know what game plan you’re coming with at Dream On. Doubt it’ll actually help in the end when I drop you on your skull, but I’ll tell you what. Warren almost goes to take a step forward, but stops before he can as his smirk turns into a grin. JACK WARREN: Maybe after I’m done kicking your ass, I’ll fuck your whore of a girlfriend afterwards. Shane seems to have enough as he quickly takes a swing. Luckily, Jack manages to just dodge the right fist of Shane before he pulls in a female backstage worker between them and quickly backs up, continuing to mouth off. JACK WARREN: I’ll see ya out there for that tag match. Would hate to see the ref favor one side over the other. God knows you need the momentum! Jack eventually backs out of the shot, leaving Shane standing in front of the female backstage worker as she cowers in fear. Shane scowls as he then turns around and walks off in the other direction, clearly not happy that Jack mouthed off about Alexa Strange. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall! “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. He then begins to make his way down to the ring, cracking his knuckles before ensuring that his wrist tape is strapped on tight. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... from Milan, Italy, weighing 229lbs, Alessiooooo vaaaan Duren!! van Duren slaps the steel steps twice in quick succession before making his way up them and into the ring all in one swift motions. He stretches in the centre of the ring for a quick moment before reminding the fans of his feelings toward them. Alessio then retreats into his corner, waiting for his match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent... "This Calling" by All That Remains starts play. The crowd all jump to their feet to cheer Zakk Lewis. However after 30 seconds, still no sign of Zakk Lewis. AVD looks around and looks at the commentators who are all shrugging. AVD turns his attention to the entrance ramp and waves Zakk on to come into the ring, but still...nothing. Two minutes into the song, and still no sign, the camera switches to Zakk Lewis smoking a cigarette while walking backstage. He's not even in his wrestling gear. A HKW official is running towards him. HKW OFFICIAL: Zakk! Zakk! You're music is playing. What are you doing? Zakk turns around and smirks. ZAKK LEWIS: I'm taking a day off. Toodles. Zakk turns back around and goes to walk out the door leaving the HKW official confused, he then gets on his earpiece. HKW OFFICIAL: Alright. Go ahead and end the match already. Camera goes back to the referee in the middle of the ring who's on the earpiece. He nods and looks over to Whisper mouthing the word "Zakk Lewis left. End the match." The music stops. WHISPER VIPERI: I've received information. Zakk Lewis has forfeited the match. So your winner by forfeit of opponent.... ALESSIO VAN DUREN! Alessio flails his arms out to his sides and asks the referee if this was real. The referee reluctantly nods his head and raises Alessio's arm in the air to a massive chorus of boos. RANDY THE PILOT: What the fuck, bruh? BRIAN MASON: Totally unprofessional of Zakk Lewis. Is he resorting back to his old ways of skipping matches again? I was wondering why we hadn't seen Zakk Lewis the whole show. He's been in hiding, probably. ALEXA CORRA: Who knows. Who cares right now. Let's move on. BRIAN MASON: Alright.... Let's. Winner via forfeit - Alessio van Duren ![]() Just minutes before her match, Felicity Banks was seen aimlessly walking through the hallways of the arena. She was finally dressed in her gear as she turns down the hall and bumps into one of the six men who were competing in the No Limits Golden Opportunity match at Dream On - Virgil Isaiah Pryce. VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE: Wooooof. Goddamn, ma! You look better in person than you do in pictures! Lemme holla atchu real quick. Virgil lifts his arm and tries to wrap it around Felicity, but Felicity shoves his arm and Virgil away. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t… touch… me…. Felicity was all business, but VIP didn’t seem to care. He laughs off Felicity’s words and leans his arm up against one of the hallway walls. VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE: Aight, aight. Maybe I came off a lil’ too strong, but shiiiiiiiiiiit. Lemme get those digits! VIP pulls out his phone, Felicity staring ahead down the hallway. She was obviously annoyed already as she tried to walk by VIP, but he sidesteps in her way. FELICITY BANKS: You should really just let me go. Things are gonna go from bad to worse for you in like thirty seconds. If that… VIP continues fidgeting around on his phone, not bothered by anything Felicity had said. VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE: I hear you talkin’ but I don’t hear no numbers! Sick of being harassed, Felicity starts unzipping her “Queen B” sweatshirt and looks ready to throw hands with VIP. She gets one of the shoulders off, but her eyes suddenly light up and she stops what she was doing. FELICITY BANKS: Yep. Bad to worse… Virgil looks up at Felicity, a confused gleam in his eye. VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE: Huh? Felicity shoves Virgil, causing him to stumble back until he bumps into a man’s chest. He turns his head slowly until he locks eyes with the man standing behind him. VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE: Nigga, who the fuck is -- Out of nowhere, Virgil takes a shot in the back of the head with a vicious elbow. As he falls to the cold ground, the unknown attacker begins to deliver a set of ruthless kicks to Virgil's side. He stops only for a moment to curse the man on the ground. FAMILIAR VOICE: You stupid ass mother fucker... Do you really think you'd get away with some stupid shit like that even if I ain't 'round? Guess again, punk bitch. The mysterious man begins to deliver a few more kicks and unleashes a few punches at the defender until Felicity tries to put a hand on the man's shoulder. FELICITY BANKS: Okay, that’s enough. He’s done. The camera pans out and shows none other than Luke Wisia, dressed down in his RIP gear, huffing and puffing away as he stands overtop of VIP, almost blood red in the face. FELICITY BANKS: Well… I guess one more shot wouldn’t hurt Felicity walks forward and kicks VIP in the midsection then bends down and slaps him in the face. FELICITY BANKS: You should’ve listened to me, peasant. Felicity adjusts her sweatshirt and slaps Luke in the back, giving him a smile before she takes off down the hallway. Luke continues to stand overtop of VIP until Brandon Banks casually walks toward his cousin and the downed VIP. BRANDON BANKS: Goddamn. What happened here? Luke doesn’t look back at his cousin, but only turns his head slightly sideways to take another glance at his fallen victim. LUKE WISIA: I’m ready, B…. That’s what happened. Put me back in that ring. He steps back from Vergil and runs a hand through his hair, doing his best to not look Brandon in the eyes, shuffling to stand beside Felicity. LUKE WISIA: Kai… The broken nose… The Injury after that… Turned the Trap House into the Whore House there for a bit. Jus--... Just put me back in that ring again. Please. I’m cleared now, B. Have been cleared for a couple months now. I NEED this... Banks looks down at the beaten down VIP with a smirk on his face. He nudges him with his foot to make sure he was alive and shrugs. BRANDON BANKS: Well… I mean, shit. I was literally on my way to fire this dude too. Banks chuckles and shifts focus to Wisia. BRANDON BANKS: And that DOES leave a spot open in the No Limits GO match. You want in? Luke looks at Banks as if he asked him hop on a plane and party in Vegas for the night. Throwing his head back in astonishment, it was all he could do not to laugh at the question. LUKE WISIA: Do I want in? Holy fuck, do I want in. That’s like askin’ if I want a hit. We all know the answer before I even gotta say it. Hell yeah I want in! You ain’t goin’ wrong by putting me in the match, B. Whoever this guy was that I’m replacing, forget ‘bout him. He throws a smirk towards Banks and slightly lifts his arms up. LUKE WISIA: Shit, you got someone better for the job… Me. I think you come out on top with this one, B. Banks take one last hard stare at VIP before he shrugs his shoulders and flips his hood over his head. BRANDON BANKS: Shit, works for me. You in then. Just… Banks nudges VIP again with his foot once more. BRANDON BANKS: Dispose of this, will ya? And if he wake up just let em know he’s fired. I gotta go find… someone now. I’ll talk to you in a bit. Banks gives Luke a slap on the back and walks out of the picture. Luke picks up VIP and slings him over his shoulder, carrying his body down the nearest hallway as the scene fades away to black. ![]() The night was almost over and Selena King was already packing up her things and anxious fly back to New York for her next Foxy Boxing fight. She slid her laptop into it’s case and pulls it off of her desk, only for it to fall right out of the case and hit the floor. SELENA KING: … Crap. Selena doesn’t bother picking it up and leaves the broken laptop on the floor. She makes sure that she had all of her things, glances at the laptop, and shrugs her shoulders before walking to her office door and flinging it open. SELENA KING: FREE AT LAST. FREE AT LAST. THANK GOD I’M FREE AT LA-- In the midst of her yelling, Selena sees MJ Bell standing just a few inches away from her office door with her back leaned up against the hallway wall. SELENA KING: Uh oh… Selena was still bothered by what happened a few weeks ago when MJ asked her for a match with Alexa Corra. She figured if she would’ve just given it to her, everything that happened to MJ could have been prevented. SELENA KING: Maybe I can successfully blend in with the wall this time. Selena leans back against the wall and tries to blend in with it, but her focus was still set on MJ. She pulls herself away from the wall and breathes out a sigh, scratching the back of her head as she inches closer and closer to MJ. SELENA KING: Um… hi? With a title of her head MJ stares up at Selena, unfocused. She stares around the area with a exhausted expression as she rubs at her forehead. MJ BELL: Hello… MJ runs her fingers back through her hair nervously but never moving it away from her forehead. There is a slight pause between the two of them. MJ BELL: What can I do for you? Selena was genuinely surprised by MJ’s demeanour, not knowing what to say. There wasn’t anything she needed from MJ and there wasn’t anything she could’ve done for her, but there was something Selena wanted to make peace with. At least in her own mind. SELENA KING: Okay, so I know I might’ve made a mess of things when I didn’t make the match with you and Alexa, but… But… I couldn’t do that! I have bosses too ya know. Selena squints her eyes, noticing that there was something on her forehead that MJ was trying to cover. Not thinking much into it, Selena continued. SELENA KING: But it’s been eating at me since that day because all this stuff could’ve been avoided if I would’ve just gave you the stupid match. Sooooooo, I made an executive decision and I decided that you’re going to be in the World Championship Golden Opportunity Ladder Match at Dream on! Longest match name ever, right? Selena laughs in an attempt to break the tension she was feeling. A small glimmer of the old MJ seems to shine as her face brightens at the news. SELENA KING: But, you can’t be walking out on matches like you did today! That’s no good, okay? MJ BELL: I won’t happen again…. Had to be done though now that things have…. MJ’s exhales slowly while rubbing at her forehead again. MJ BELL: Changed. I appreciated this opportunity. I won’t waste it. Suppose I should thank you for not giving me the match against Alexa… Don’t feel too bad. It’s not always as it seems. I think despite it all… They all underestimate me. A small smile crosses her lips before she tucks some hair behind her ear. MJ’s eyes glance around for second before she flashes the warm smile at Selena. MJ BELL: I’ll see you around, Ms. King…. Have a good rest of the day. With that, she walks away down the hall quite happily. Selena stands back and watches as MJ walks away. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 29 2015, 10:31 PM Post #5 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, AND IT IS A TAG TEAM MATCH. INTRODUCING FIRST… THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE… "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 points at his referee shirt and begins making his way down to the ring. BRIAN MASON: This guy certainly hasn’t made many friends as of late. Part of me wants to think that XAD and Atwater are going to focus on him instead of this match. RANDY THE PILOT: You a dumbass, Mase. Atwater is a professional, and XAD out here proving he DESERVES to keep his spot. What better way to prove that than to pin either the World Champ, or the Crowned Royalty Champ? ALEXA CORRA: … how about winning a match, period? Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it, and enters the ring. He taunts the crowd by pointing at his stripes as he waits for the matches competitors. WHISPER VIPERI: And now… introducing first… 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 isle 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. WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 175 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner… "Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd booing heavily as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until their off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp. "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos through at the arena as the "Queen B" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth looking disinterested. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers. She walks up the steps and into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey. She is the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year… FELICITY BAAAAANKS! 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. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. She turns her head, looks at her partner, and patiently waits for the opposition. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… Introducing first… So Wake Up, Sleepy One It's Time To Save Your World… The lights dim, and the opening riff of "Dinosaur" roils through the loudspeakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim nod. before stalking to the ring with purpose. WHISPER VIPERI: Standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER! Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner. He glances at Xavier Asher Daniels and then over at Warren before resting his back against the turnbuckles. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner… The lights in the arena go off as the sound of what can only be described as synchronized claps, chains, and broken glass can be heard as Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug begins to play. The titan tron shows gray clouds rolling in as a woman’s silhouette is shown sitting in what looks to be a locker room with her hands clasped together. As the vocals of Michael Shepard begin, the titan tron shows a pair of sultry chestnut eyes as the woman who possessed them turned to look over her shoulder before fading to show the darkened entrance that had white fog begin to roll from it and spread across the stage. Oh, like the salt of the earth, Each correction makes us stronger. Absconder… In happiness, yeah. Spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd as a black silhouette of a woman steps out on stage. A rainbow of lights begin to strobe around the entrance in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd. As the titan tron reveals who the woman is through black and white clips, the crowd begin to cheer as Onyx begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place, before stopping and taking in her surroundings as the arena brightens slightly. The fans begin to reach out to her as she makes her way to the ring. With a smile, Onyx tags their hands with her own before looking back at the ring and focusing on who is occupying it before making her way around to the steel steps. And as she goes up them, she reaches for the top rope, gliding her hand across it using it as a guide until she gets halfway across the ring apron’s edge; Where she wipes her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring. From New York by the way of Ohio... She is the HKW World Champion… ONYX PAYNE! Once inside, she straightens herself up as she walks across the ring and climbs up the adjacent corner to it’s second turnbuckle. As she looks around at the crowd, a grin appears on her face before she looks over her shoulder and jumps down while the arena brightens to normal and ‘Salt of the Earth’ begins to fade into the background. ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() DING DING DING! The bells tolls and immediately Warren walks over to the team of Atwater and Onyx, telling them he has to search them for illegal objects before he allows them to start the match. Atwater rolls his eyes while Onyx stares across the ring at Felicity Banks. Felicity does the same to Onyx, and seconds later, both ladies charge out of their corner and collide midair with running cross body attempts. They start rolling around on the ground, clubbing away on one another until they roll out of the ring. BRIAN MASON: It’s truly hard for me to believe that these two used to be friends with the way they’ve been going at it. RANDY THE PILOT: Ask the right people and they’ll say they’re still friends. Just at odds right now. ALEXA CORRA: Meh… Back inside the ring, Warren continues messing with Atwater until he shifts focus to XAD. He tells XAD that he has to search him next, but XAD shoves Warren out of the way and meets Atwater in the center of the ring! They throw rights and lefts at one another until Warren pushes him back into the corner and drives into his abdomen with shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust. XAD manages to his knee up in Atwater’s face before he could deliver more shoulder thrusts, and takes him down to the mat with a quick bodyslam. Outside of the ring, Felicity and Onyx continue exchanging shots until Felicity jabs Onyx with a thumb to the eye. Felicity tries to smash Onyx’s face off of the steel ring post, but Onyx puts on the breaks, elbows Felicity in the midsection, and smashes her head off the ring apron! Felicity bounces back from the impact of the move, and Onyx was right there to connect with a swift right hook to Felicity’s jaw, knocking the 2014 Wrestler of Year on her backside. Onyx looks in the ring and tries to slide in, but Felicity grabs a hold of her foot, rips Onyx back, and smashes the back off her head off the protective guardrail on the outside! BRIAN MASON: Ouch. Onyx hit her head hard off of the steel barricade. Can’t be considering she just had those staples put in, removed by hand, and put back in again. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, she was cleared to compete, though. Can’t really say nothin’ else bout it. ALEXA CORRA: I swear… if you two are trying to make excuses for her already I’m going to throw up. RANDY THE PILOT: I ain’t makin’ excuses, woman! Damn. AYEEE LOOK AT XAD GO! Inside the ring, XAD still has control over Shane Atwater after hitting a backstabber. XAD looks to continue his attack, but Jack Warren steps in front of him and tells him to back off. Warren makes up some excuse to keep XAD, allowing Atwater to get to his feet and charge toward XAD, blasting him with a running European uppercut! XAD falls back into the corner, but Felicity hops onto the apron and makes the blind tag on XAD. Atwater, not seeing the tag, charges toward XAD and sets him in position for a superplex! Atwater goes to hook XAD’s arm around his neck, but Felicity springboards into the ring, contorts her body, and blasts Atwater in the back of the head with a thrust kick, sending the Crowned Royalty Champion hard to the outside. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, that girl’s sneaky. ALEXA CORRA: That’s why she’s the Queen. Felicity sees XAD still perched up on the corner, and ignores him. She shifts her focus back to Atwater on the outside of the ring, but then switches over to Onyx on the other side. Instead of going after Atwater, Felicity bounces off the ropes opposite from Onyx and goes for a low rope suicide dive, but Onyx sidesteps out of the way causing Felicity to go head first into protective guardrail! She clutches at her head and kicks her feet in pain. Onyx sees Atwater back in the ring, lifts Felicity up and slides her into the ring for Atwater before moving back to her corner. Atwater lifts Felicity up to a vertical base, spins her around and hits a bridging German suplex! Warren, reluctantly and slowly, falls to the mat and makes the count… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! As slow as the count was, Atwater knew Felicity was more than likely going to kick out regardless. He glances at Warren and gives him a look, Warren getting to his feet and leaning back against the ropes. Warren taunts Atwater some, yelling out “EVERYONE TAPS, NOT GETS PINNED!” RANDY THE PILOT: Warren abouta’ get that ass whooped, bruh. ALEXA CORRA: I’m not the biggest fan of Shane Atwater, but I think he’s smart enough to know that he’s in the ring with a former World Champion. He’s not going to give her time to breathe. And Alexa was right. Atwater just glances at Warren with a look that said “I’m going to kill you” before he drags Felicity by the arm to his teams corner and tags in Onyx Payne. The crowd pops big as Onyx enters the ring and stomps down on Felicity’s midsection before lifting her to her feet and elbows her in the face. Felicity strikes back with an elbow of her own, and goes for the “Space Jam” DDT, but Onyx pushes Felicity away and connects with a big dropkick! Felicity falls back to the corner, and Onyx was right there with a big corner splash! Felicity slides down the turnbuckles and slides them, allowing Onyx to bounce off the ropes and connect with a running facewash! Onyx pulls Felicity out of the corner and makes the cover… Warren taking his sweet time to get in position. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Onyx grunts, and locks Felicity up in a chinlock. She tries to wear the 2014 Wrestler of the Year down, but Felicity would not stay down, getting back to her feet and executing a belly to back suplex on Onyx! With Onyx grounded, Felicity crawls to her corner and makes the tag to XAD! BRIAN MASON: And here comes XAD! XAD measures Onyx up, and connects with a drive-by kick as Onyx gets to her knees! XAD looks over at Atwater, smirks, and calls for the end of the match! He lifts Onyx up to her feet and goes for the headlock driver, but Onyx pushes him off and connects with a forward Russian Legsweep! Onyx grabs at the back of her head while Atwater reaches his arm out for the tag. RANDY THE PILOT: GET ATWATER IN, ONYX! LET EM AT XAD! Onyx crawls and crawls until she finally makes the hot tag! Atwater comes in with fists a flying, connecting with three hammer blows to Xavier’s head, followed by a release belly to belly suplex! He shifts his focus to Felicity on the apron and goes after her, but Felicity hops off the apron before Atwater could get to her. She stays outside, but sees Onyx struggling to get up on the apron, runs over to her, and rips her off the apron! Felicity mounts overtop of Onyx and drives her elbows into her face. BRIAN MASON: Annnnnnnnnd we’ve lost control once again! With Felicity and Onyx exchanging blows on the outside, XAD and Atwater continue their fight in the ring. Atwater gets the better of the exchange after a huge European uppercut, and just as he was going for the “Whale and the Wasp” fisherman combo, Warren stops it and rips Atwater back by his shoulder. Atwater lets go of Xavier and shifts his attention to Warren. RANDY THE PILOT: Someone’s about to die! Warren pulls on his shirt, telling Atwater that he has the power to disqualify him. Atwater smirks and tells Warren his time’s coming, but Warren pokes Atwater in the eyes Three Stooges style! ALEXA CORRA: … Really? Warren acts like he had just won the HKW World Championship, bouncing on his heels with his arms up in the air. He turns around, pointing and laughing at Atwater until the Crowned Royalty Champion gets his vision back, nearly foaming from the mouth. Warren sees the look on Atwater’s face and immediately falls back and slides out of the ring! Atwater did the same and chased after Warren all the way up the ramp! RANDY THE PILOT: Where the hell they goin?!?! XAD gets to his feet and looks around the ring. He sees Onyx and Felicity throwing each other around on the outside, and then looks around for Atwater and Warren. The crowd points him up the ramp, telling him that Atwater chased Warren to the back. XAD falls to his back, slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp to find Atwater and Warren! BRIAN MASON: Ummm, Randy? You still have your stripes? We kinda need a referee for this match. RANDY THE PILOT: Ninja I ain’t gettin’ in between Onyx and Fel. Not in the ring at least. ALEXA CORRA: … you have no chance either way. Felicity and Onyx continue going at it at ringside with Felicity getting the advantage after she whips Onyx shoulder first into the steel ring post! Felicity turns her attention to a chair at ringside, rips Whisper Viperi off of it, and folds it back. She smiles as she glances at the HKW World Champion and pulls the chair back behind her head. Felicity’s voice could be heard as the crowd went silent. FELICITY BANKS: Told you… I told you… You should’ve walked away! Felicity rears back and swings the chair at Onyx’s face and head, but Onyx gets out of the way! Onyx spears Felicity down and starts waling away with rights and lefts to the former champions face until security rushes down the ramp and pulls Onyx off Felicity, separating the two before things escalated even more than they already have. RANDY THE PILOT: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! ALEXA CORRA: I agree… Let them fight. BRIAN MASON: We will! At Dream On! Hold on a second… I’m being told we have something going on backstage! Someone get the cameras back there! WINNER - NO CONTEST The camera quickly cuts to the backstage area, where Jack Warren is sprinting down the hallway. He throws a backstage worker out of the way, shoving through a group of stagehands as he runs like Hell, with Shane Atwater close on his trail. Coming to a fork in the hallways, Warren hesitates a moment trying to pick a direction, and that allows Atwater to tackle him violently from behind, sending both men crashing to the floor, slamming into the legs of one of the catering tables and sending the contents flying. Atwater throws a flurry of elbows as Warren covers up before finally managing to bring his knee up hard into Atwater, flipping him over and wailing away on him with some wild haymakers of his own before shoving himself clear and stumbling back to his feet. He takes off at a dead run back down the hallway as Atwater gets up cursing and charges after him. Warren heads toward the doors leading toward the parking area out behind the building, taking a moment to tip over some equipment boxes that had been left waiting to be loaded on one of the production trucks to slow Atwater down. Atwater vaults over them, however, but Warren is waiting, swinging wildly as Atwater rushes him. The two rivals fire back and forth at each other, fists and elbows flying until Warren catches Atwater with a kick to the gut and a sharp right hand that sends him spilling over backwards. Warren sneers, spitting at Shane as he turns to leave. JACK WARREN: Fuck you, you fucking pussy. Warren turns to head for his rental car, only to have Atwater get back to his feet, again charging at Warren from behind, this time grabbing him in a half nelson choke! Atwater wrenches back, trying to drag Warren to the ground and choke him out as Warren struggles, trying to fight his way free to no avail. Finally Warren gets his footing enough to drive Atwater backwards, slamming him spine first into one of the large concrete pillars nearby, giving Warren just enough breathing room to go scrambling for his car. He swings the door open, fumbling for his key, but Atwater comes back again, diving at Warren and slamming into him with a wild flurry of punches, dragging Warren halfway out of the car as he does so. Warren snaps a headbutt back that bloodies Shane’s nose, but Atwater responds with an elbow to the side of Jack’s head that rocks him. Shane gets an almost evil look as he grabs ahold of Warren’s arm, using his free hand to swing the door wide open as he holds it taut, looking to use the door to snap it the wrong way! Warren, realizing the trouble he’s in, immediately rakes Shane’s eyes, shoving him away as hard as he can, not even bothering to close the door fully as he slams the key in the ignition and peels out of the parking lot. Atwater tries to get back to his feet, but realizes he’s too late and slams his hands on the pavement, swearing under his breath as he stands up, breathing hard and wiping some of the blood from his nose. SHANE ATWATER: You’ll get yours, motherfucker. You’ll get yours. Sighing, Shane turns around to go back inside….and crashes to the pavement in a heap, as he walks right into a Star Kick from Xavier Asher Daniels. The crowd can be heard booing inside the arena as Shane is down and out, XAD standing over him for a moment before the slightest smirk develops on his face as Defiance goes off the air. |
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