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| Riskodamous | Mar 29 2015, 11:01 PM Post #1 |
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| MJ Bell | Mar 29 2015, 11:41 PM Post #2 |
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We open to a door swinging open in front of the camera blocking the view. VOICE 1 " I was thinking about cooking actually." A small pause with a soft giggle. VOICE 1: "Don't give me that look--" When the door swings shut we see MJ Bell along with her boyfriend, Kenshin Takamura. Both are in street clothes and Takamura has the HKW Global Championship over his shoulder. Kenshin looks towards the camera while MJ adjusts the bag on her shoulder before turning to leave. CAMERAMAN: "MJ, MJ! Can we ask you a few questions?" She tilts her head back to glance at the camera with slight annoyance but the cameraman speaks. CAMERAMAN: "Can you tell us why you left I-omega?" MJ lifts her hand up as if dismissing the question before shaking her head. MJ BELL: "I have said my piece earlier." That is all and MJ keeps walking down the hallway. The cameraman turns to look at Kenshin, CAMERAMAN: "Care to give us your thoughts about her leaving I-omega tonight?" Kenshin's eyes just watch the cameraman for a moment before he speaks. He shakes his head as if irritated with the cameraman's constant prodding. KENSHIN TAKAMURA: "...no comments." With that, the Global Champion throws his arm over MJ's shoulder and the two walk off, leaving the cameraman with nothing to answer any of his questions... Edited by MJ Bell, Mar 29 2015, 11:41 PM.
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| NEON | Mar 30 2015, 01:28 AM Post #3 |
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![]() A color static appears on the screen and nothing else but suddenly, a voice rings out in between all the static noise. VOICE: Listen to my voice. The voice is instantly recognisable as belonging to Neon. Her tone is serious and it’s hard to detect any emotion from it. NEON:When people see me, they see only somebody who says what they want and does what they want and I’ll only ever get two reactions from people - love or hate - more of the latter but I don’t care, because I’m real. There’s one thing I admire Fran for, she’s young and she has no filter but she’s stupid. She’s stupid because she picked the wrong person to fuck with and when you fuck with the wrong person, you get hurt and I will hurt her. I will hurt everyone in that match at Dream On and I will hurt anyone I have to or want to in HKW. *static* NEON: and I keep getting told, I’m not shit because i haven’t done much. True. Keep doubting me. I beg you, please keep doubting me because I’ve been doubted before and that’s the perfect energy to feed off. Help me thrive. Help me prosper. *louder static* NEON: You want words? I got a prophecy for you - at House of Pain - it’s going to be a literal house of pain. I can take constructive criticism but I won’t take an attack. There’s a reason people still disregard me and I get that but I’ve been back and I haven’t lost yet. That’s not going to change and some scrawny little bitch that has moulded her look completely off me is going to understand exactly what is different this time around. Do you really want to know what is different? Suddenly, the static clears and Neon stand in front of a camera. It looks amateur the way it is filmed, the camera moving whenever Neon tries to focus it on herself. it’s hard to tell where she is broadcasting the video from but her eyes are intense and her face is serious in expression; straight face and without any emotion just like her voice. NEON: Every match, any competition, any person in HKW. I’m going to put you in that much pain that you beg for the match to stop. I’m going to stretch your limbs so much that you’re going to feel every fibre of your muscle tear as I do so. I’m going to make you bleed until you’re going to taste it. I’m going to break so many of your bones that you’ll be forced to retire. I’m going to bite. I’m going to scratch. I’m going to kill, and just when it’s time to go lights out, I’m going to devour every single moment I spent beating on your carcass and enjoy it. Why? Because I can and because I’m capable of it. A uncharacteristic smile widens on her face at the conclusion of her speech and she wipes the hair from her face before continuing; NEON: It took me a long time to realise that but I realise it now and the statement ‘it’s never too late’ isn’t going to ring any truer the night that I climb that ladder and take what has always been mine. Success. Status. Power. Bragging rights. Fame. Fear. I can claim that all and Francesca, Luke, Nicole, Eva and Aurora are going to help me do that. Her smile disappears and she reanimates herself to the serious expression she shared before. Uttering a single word with a tone of aggression and desperation. NEON: Excrucio. The camera cuts back to the color static for a few seconds before cutting completely. |
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| Ryan Corey | Mar 30 2015, 01:49 AM Post #4 |
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Ryan Corey stands there, watching Kenshin and MJ slide into their car and drive away. He'd thought he was out of the way of the cameras, for once somewhere they wouldn't find him, but the disappointed cameramen turned and noticed him before he could duck back behind the wall. They bum-rushed him like the paparazzi bum-rushing a Kardashian with half her ass hanging out of her dress. Cameraman 1: Ryan! Ryan! What's going to happen with I-Omega now? Cameraman 2: Can you comment on what MJ Bell did? What did she say in the locker room? Ryan puts his hands up, trying to get them to stop for a second and, you know, breathe. Ryan: OK, I'll talk to you, but after that, I'm getting in that big black Expedition over there and I'm driving back home. Cameraman 3: Driving home? Ryan: (chuckling slightly before answering) Yeah, or do you all forget Moberly's only a half-hour north of here? Cameraman 1: Can you answer our questions, then? Ryan: I'll answer them as best I can right now, since it's all a bit raw, and I haven't spoken with Nina yet. First off, what MJ Bell said to Nina and I in that locker room is privileged conversation. I'm not going to tell you, or anyone else aside from my wife, what was said in there, because, frankly, none of you need to know. MJ has made her decision....or at least what she believes is her decision....now, Nina and I will talk and decide what to do. Now, all three of you get your cameras in on my face real good and tight. Since you're here, I'm going to deliver a little message. They all scurried into a position to capture Ryan's words, and when he was satisfied they were ready....whether they really were or not....he began. Ryan: Now, let me address a few things. Alexa Corra, I don't know what kind of black magic wizardry B.S. you, Zagan Solas, and that little muppet Sami have done to MJ, but I will find out. And when I do, I'll undo every last damn step of it until the person I first met a few months ago returns. Somehow, Alexa, you managed to duck me thirty miles from my own home. Congratulations. But I will get to you, I will get the answers I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me. And don't think we're finished speaking, MJ Bell. I let you slide, tonight, out of respect. When we talk next, we will speak to each other with respect. However, I'm going to warn you right now. You start flipping around this crap like your seemingly new playmates, all this Harry Potter Dark Magic rigamarole, and that will change... Ryan snaps his fingers. Ryan: ...in a heartbeat. If I find out you brought that kind of evil, that kind of filth around my home, around my family? There won't be a corner of God's green earth where you can hide, nor anyone on His green earth that'll stop me. With that, Ryan reaches behind him, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking toward the big black Expedition with the customized Missouri plates, "NRC", on them. About ten yards away, the massive Ford explodes, and Ryan and the cameramen all find themselves on the ground as shattered window glass sprays all over the back lot of Mizzou Arena. Ryan gets to his feet, then walks over toward the cameramen, ensuring they are OK. Satisfied, he pulls his iPhone out of his pocket, and with a swipe and a couple of taps, puts the phone to his ear. Ryan: Kelly, hey. It's me. Show's over, but I'm gonna need a ride. (pause) No, I'm stone sober, but you're not gonna believe what just happened. I mean seriously, you're not gonna believe this. Ryan pauses again, this time listening intently to his wife. Ryan: Someone just blew up the Expedition. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 30 2015, 10:59 AM Post #5 |
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(Talia Valen sits in front of her locker after her match, disheveled and sweaty, yet ever defiant) It has come to this, it has come to a head. First of all, congratulations to the rednecks… it was just the right place, at the right time. Obviously there are bigger things going on than your miniscule pea-brains can understand. Ina Rose , so clearly upset… and you do that? Honestly, I’m not surprised. The thing about Killuminaughty is… was… we’re all strong-willed independent women first and foremost. We will always do individually what we think is right. The majority of the time, it just so happened that we were all in agreement, to stay on top and to swerve everyone as we laugh in their faces. These fans don’t understand fully what they just witnessed between us, and to be honest they never really know if what we do is sincere honesty or smoke and mirrors, serving a higher purpose. And that is exactly the way that we wanted it. The tag team titles? We never were really suited for those were we, you and I? Our holding those belts was a matter of convenience for the Queen Felicity to clear her head and get one thing out of the way that was holding Fel and Onyx together. Fel trusted us to facilitate change, and we changed that landscape. I held this strap with you, Ms. Ina Ina… but the disingenuous nature in which we held it; I never voiced it but… in a fair fight I know that we could’ve beaten Felicity and Onyx fairly for those titles. Actually no, let me rephrase… I KNOW I could’ve held up MY end of the deal. Always in the back of my mind I was hesitant to thoroughly depend on your skill in such an affair. Affair… and apt choice of words for me to use at this moment, yes? I’m sorry… I think you forgot the part where I do and say what I want when I want…. With whomever I want. Hearts and flowers, lovey-dovey? That is never in the cards for me. A man like… let’s just say it… a man like Lance Winters knows the score. He knows damn well what I am capable of vice versa; there’s a fire within us that will never burn out. My god, the hissy fit you threw months ago when I just TALKED to the man on camera? I lost a lot of respect for you… you put on this front like you’re some rock solid machine… but for you to get so emotional, I have neither the time nor the care for that. You put up a façade just like everyone else. Power and confidence seeks out power and confidence… and that is everything Lance Winters possesses and you only imitate. You sought out Felicity as a crutch. I was recruited. Therein lies the difference. Just like Fran, you ran to grab coattails to be lifted. I don’t grasp at anything out of futility. I never touch anything out of desperation, that’s one thing I can say… including you. You fell to me, you understood the power and confidence; the mighty Ina Rose was just a little lost flower blowing in the breeze. And I scooped you up, and we had our fun, most certainly. But always in my mind I was never a lackey beneath Felicity, I was an equal who went stride for stride beside her into every situation. Not you Ina… you can protest but I know the Ina away from the camera eye. A one woman wrecking crew of muscle and brutality in that ring. But outside it? A far different story. Your fears and dreams laid open to me. Funny I never bared my soul back, did you ever wonder why? It’s none of your business, for one. I have nothing to share because I don’t share… I take. I take what is mine, when I feel like it. I use every single advantage at my disposal to make sure that I am satisfied both professionally and personally. I deserve everything, and I get what I want. I don’t like getting things handed to me, however. I would much rather earn it because… dahling… I know damn well I can. Let the record show you gave up on this “team”. I’m not going to lose any sleep over you, or losing these belts that I never really cared about in the first place. Oh? Does management not care to hear that a champion did not care about the belt that she held? I didn’t agree with how we won it, and I can tell you this: tag teams are not my forte. I’m more of a solo artist in every respect. Aligning with the rest of you was a matter of convenience, to establish a foothold to move on to other things. I don’t need you. Did you get your little heart broken? You got in too deep. You assumed things. But this… what happened out there, and how you left me laying as easy pickings for the hillbilly academy? This is no lover’s quarrel. For there is no love in my heart for it to be such. I am cold, that is just how I am. I’m not meant to be cruel, it’s just the nature of things. What’s done is done. I always told you and everyone else that I sought superiority over things that cannot be bought: the physical, the mental, the emotional. Obviously I’ve gotten to you mentally, emotionally. There’s only one thing left, Ina. Leaving my laying in the center of the ring just sealed your fate, girl. What happened outside the ring, inside the ring as a team… right now, at this moment none of that matters, Ina. Tell me it doesn’t claw at your mind… who’s better from the Killuminaughty team… Talia or Ina? You want to find out, these people will get to witness it. And let me tell you… you will not be happy with the results. I know you inside and out Ina Ina… and me? Honey, you’ve barely scratched the surface. I truly hope you operate this high wire act going forward without a net. Will Felicity or Fran come to your aid? Quite possibly… and you probably need it. If they want to get involved, they can earn a portion of my wrath too, but the focus is on you; so please I’m pleading with the others to stay away. I will tear your head off and not think twice, Ina. The only compliment I have for you is that you will make a beautiful corpse. Sleep well, dahling… |
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| Shane Atwater | Mar 30 2015, 12:20 PM Post #6 |
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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where just moments ago Shane Atwater and Jack Warren engaged in a wild brawl that sent Warren screaming away from the arena in a rental car, and left Atwater laid out on the concrete at the hands of Xavier Asher Daniels. Shane is sitting on the edge of one of the loading docks, absently wiping the blood from his nose, staring straight ahead as the camera-man pulls in close. CAMERAMAN: Shane...after everything that just went down...What's going through your head right now? Shane gives the camera a murderous glare, staring a hole through the man behind it....not saying a word. CAMERAMAN: Shane...any thoughts at all on what happened tonight?! Shane just keeps staring, an impenetrable sneer on his face. He wipes the last bit of blood from his nose, then stands up...wheels clearly turning in his head. He takes a step toward the camera... CAMERAMAN: Shane...Come on, Shane, you gotta give us SOMETHI--- ...And roughly shouldering past it, fists clenching and unclenching as he walks away, leaving a bewildered cameraman behind as he heads off into the eerie quiet. |
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| Nina Stokes | Mar 30 2015, 01:23 PM Post #7 |
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Cameraman: Ms. Stokes, you mind if I get a word or two from you? Nina exits the locker with her gym bag in tow. Stokes: Yeah, if you don't mind walking and talking with me. I've got a flight to catch. Cameraman: Of course. The cameraman speeds up a bit so that he is walking concurrent to Nina. Cameraman: You've been friends with MJ Bell for a while now. Are you shocked by her words and her actions? Stokes: I'd like to tell you yes, but I can't do that. It's been no secret that MJ has been acting strange lately. I did what I could to try and help her. But as they say, "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink." If MJ wants to do her own thing, that's fine. I'm tired wasting time and energy worried about her. Cameraman: So, is she friend or foe now? Nina shrugs her shoulders. Stokes: Ask me that in a few days and I'll be able to give you a better answer. Quite honestly, I don't no where MJ and I stand right now. What I can tell you is that I'm pissed off right now, regardless of my tone and demeanor. I don't like losing because of petty bullshit; if she didn't have the heart to wrestle tonight then she should have stayed in the locker room. Cameraman: And, if the friendship is over? Stokes: If it's over then it's over; it wouldn't be the first time that professional wrestling has shattered a friendship of mine, and it won't be the last. Right now I'm neutral to this whole thing. Cameraman: What about Ryan? Stokes: It was an honor working with Ryan, but I'm going to separate from him as well. I'm starting to realize that "groups" and "teams" in this company are volatile. And the fact of the matter is I've been thriving with out MJ and Ryan. I won the Bloodlust title on my own accord, without their help. And going forward, I'm going to continue to thrive and defend this belt on my own. Cameraman: Last question. You've been given the opportunity to pick the next challenger for you title; anyone idea on who you will pick. She smirks a bit. Stokes: I do; but you'll find that out when everyone else does. |
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| Riskodamous | Mar 30 2015, 04:02 PM Post #8 |
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Leading the way towards the limo, Tony Capone and Lyle Risky were seen walking outside in the parking lot. Risky looks around in the parking lot and takes out his cell phone. He calls a number and places the phone next to his ear. Ring....Ring....Ring....Ring... ??? Hello? Lyle Risky Green light. The person on the phone laughs. ??? Bout time. We got this. Risky hangs up the phone and looks over to Capone. Lyle Risky Let's get outta here. Call Warren. I already spoke to Alessio. Capone nods as they both get into the limo and drive off. |
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| Fran | Mar 30 2015, 05:21 PM Post #9 |
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After Defiance was finished cameras shined on the new aggressive Polish duo of KOCHANKI in the backstage area delivering a hard jumping chest bump to one another as hard as possible. It was evident that two were rough. KALASHNIKOV: WHAT did I tell you, Ame?! Amerykanie tylko proces przemoc (American people only process the violence)! Now people know what we are all about since we OBLITERATED those foolish fucking Matadors. Kalashnikov said cheerfully in that rough, thick accent voice of hers. AMELIA: Hahahahah! Rarely am I ever wrong when it comes to arguing with you though, Kalah. But we got the job done tonight! People will now know FEAR when they see the title KOCHANKI aligned next to their own sad pathetic name. As we proclaimed, this Defiance tag team division is OURS now. As Amelia finished speaking Kalashnikov pointed to her own head. KALASHNIKOV: Dzięki moim rozsądku (thanks to my sense)......... Kalashnikov followed that up and punched Amelia in the face stiffly. Causing Amelia's nose to leak blood. Instead of shrieking at the pain Amelia smiled wide, extending her arms she pushed Kalashnikov down to the floor! They shared another laugh as Amelia helped her twin sister back to her feet. Amelia kissed the top of Kalashnikov's head. A stagehand walked up to Amelia with a soft piece of tissue in hand. STAGEHAND: Oh my god, Amelia, here have this piece of tissue for your nose ble- CRASH! Just for asking that simple question Amelia threw the stagehand right into a row of lined up chairs! He laid out in pain. Amelia then wiped the blood that dripped down to her lips off with her shirt sleeve. AMELIA: A piece of tissue? This man apparently hasn't met a Polish women......we don't need to be pampered over a fun little scrap. But that is the American way. You all have your anti-bullying campaigns when BULLYING. FIGHTING. That builds character. Not being a dripping woman part. Telling your parents. That's what this stage worker is going to do, TELL on us. But we do not care. She shook her head. KALASHNIKOV: Exactly. To jest indywidualistyczna kraju (this is an individualistic country)! Which is why we have not seen many great World Tag Team Champions here on this brand. What happened the last two reigns with that championship. Onyx Payne. Felicity Banks. Ina Ina. Talia Valen. Each of them tarnished that championship. You have heard it out of Talia's mouth, she was never a tag team person. So neither she or the person wholeft her to ASH should have been anywhere near the top of KOCHANKI's division. Trzeba nam zdobyć prestiż (we need to gain prestige) before iGNITE bests us AGAIN by having superior tag division! Amelia (nose still dripping blood) raised her arm up. Patting her identical twin on the shoulder. AMELIA: She is correct. Fear not, Kalah, now that WE are here there will be no two individual wrestlers coming in to take those championships. We will GRIND anyone who attempts into nothing more than DUST below us. As for ASH? Their second title reign will beeee....... KALASHNIKOV: Porównywalne do poronienia (comparable to miscarriage). It won't live. Nodding Amelia added.... AMELIA: Indeed, sistah. We take our leave now.... Giving the camera one last glance KOCHANKI walked out of view. Leaving the cameras to focus on the stagehand who was still being checked on by medical personnel. |
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| Luke Wisia | Mar 30 2015, 05:33 PM Post #10 |
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The scene falls onto a pair of cameramen standing next to one of the back exits of the arena. For the moment they are standing around and chatting casually, until they hear someone making their way to leave the building. It was no one other than Bank's relative, Luke Wisia, wearing a backpack over his left shoulder, a Brooklyn Nets fitted, and his normal Reapers in Pride leather jacket. When the cameraman spots Luke out of the corner of his eye, he motions for his partner to fire up the power to the camera. They've been trying to catch the talent for some of their ordinary after show comments, but from the look on Luke's face, they could tell this was going to be a bit of challenge. CAMERAMAN 1: Luke Wisia! Welcome back to Hard Knox Wrestling! Some people would say that you've been missed, while others would say that they preferred it if you actually stayed well away from the company. Do you have any comments for us on your return and just why you decided to come back now? LUKE WISIA: Get that fuckin' camera outta my face. The cameramen exchange anxious glances, but the one speaking tried his best to ignore what Luke said and press on with more questions. CAMERAMAN 2: Maybe this isn't such...--- Luke releases an over exaggerated sigh, looking away from the duo. CAMERAMAN 1: Right before you left us you took a few injuries, and some people weren't sure if you'd come back from them. Do you feel one hundred percent even with what your body has gone through? Does the broken nose bother you at all? By this time, Luke wasn't even paying attention to the questions, staring blankly at the wall beside him with a dazed face. While Luke was off in his dream world, the cameramen exchange yet another set of looks at each other. They sat in complete silence for a few minutes before the cautious one of the pair spoke up. CAMERAMAN 2: There will be others to interview, this one can...--- His friend looks persistent however. The cameraman begins to push his luck with another set of questions for the returning wrestler. CAMERAMAN 1: Nothing about Kai? People say that was the nail in the coffin for you. Nothing about the Bank Shot that we seen happen earlier tonight? Nothing on why your cousin decides to elevate you once again? Do you know that Lance Winters is currently behind bars? Do you have anything to tell us, Luke? There's a loud 'THUD' when Luke kicks the camera from the cameraman's hands. The camera smashed against the solid ground, cutting out all visual from the scene. Even though the camera lense was shattered, the microphone didn't break in the fall and you could hear Luke talking to the two men before letting the door shut harshly behind him. LUKE WISIA: Ya, you might wanna tell Brandon that your ass needs a new camera. Maybe one that ain't so fragile... Catch what the fuck I'm sayin'? With Luke gone, you could only hear the cameramen cussing the wrestler under their breath and picking up the pieces of their broken camera while the audio cuts out and ends with a static screen. |
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