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iGNITE 22 Aftermath
Topic Started: Apr 5 2015, 07:49 AM (381 Views)
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Catch up with your favorite HKW stars after iGNITE goes off the air! Hear their thoughts on the night, their opponents, and all the happenings of the hit HKW show!
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Two security guards are in the back of the arena as the show's coming to a close. They're smoking cigarettes and shooting the shit about how much it sucks to stand in one place for hours on end. All of a sudden a grey Honda Civic rapidly pulls up in front of them and a large bald man with a mustache steadfastly approaches.

SECURITY GUARD #1: Whoa buddy you can't be back here.

SECURITY GUARD #2: Who are you?

The large man adjusts his denim coat and clenches his fists.

?: All you need to know is Ripper. And I drove eight and a half hours from Minneapolis just to pick a fight and I ain't leaving until I get one. So let me in PLEASE SIR!

SECURITY GUARD #1: I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave unless someone authorized can identify you.

The other guard nodded and they both tensed up towards the unknown man. The large guy cracked a smile, shook his head and sighed.

SECURITY GUARD #2: Besides man, the show's about over anyways.

This angered the large man even more as he started to crack his neck and knuckles.

?: I'm not asking....

He throws a right haymaker knocking the first guard smooth out. The second guard tackles him on the ground and tries to restrain him but the brolic intruder levels him with an elbow across the jaw. The man gets on top of the guard and starts laying into him with elbows repeatedly. When he stood up blood was stained on the sleeves of his denim. He laughed at the two incapacitated guards.

?: Now that's more like it.

He goes to the back door of the arena and tries to open it but it's locked. He proceeds to try to kick the door in.

?: I WANT A MOTHERFUCKING FIGHT! OPEN THIS SHIT! YOU PUSSIES OPEN THIS SHIT I WANT A FIGHT!

The man relentlessly kicks on the door, hoping more security would rush out and provide an opening for him to sneak in the building. After a several moments there was no response.

?: Welp, someone's gotta come out eventually. I'll wait...

He leans against his car and folds his arms.
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HKW's Chief of Staff Selena King immediately comes dashing down the hallway, pushing the doors open and sees...A man she's never seen before, along with two downed members of security.

SELENA KING: What the hell are you doing?! No. That's not even important right now.

She makes the most vicious face she could muster up and stomps her feet in the mans direction.

SELENA KING: WHO do you think you are, huh?! All I could hear inside was bang bang, I WANT A FIGHT, bang bang!

Selena looks over to the side and sees the two incapacitated security guards. She rolls her eyes and shifts her attention back to the man looking for a fight.

SELENA KING: Well it looks like you already got your fight, big guy! What the hell do you want next, huh?! Are you gonna fight the door!? The building?!

She spins around, and hammer punches the arena wall.

SELENA KING: It doesn't hit back if you haven't noticed! Jesus Mary and Joseph. What the HELL is it with you people showing up to MY shows and causing a ruckus, huh?! Do you want a job?! A contract?! A fight where someone will ACTUALLY swing back?!

She walks up to the man, but immediately walks back as soon as she sees that she's outsized...and by a lot.

SELENA KING: I will get you a fight, SIR! Just wait... WAIT UNTIL OUR NEXT SHOW FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! THESE GUYS ARE TIRED!
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[We cut to the medical trainer's room, where we find the MTs fixing up Sean Sands, who winces as he holds at his ribs in pain. The cameraman in the room clears his throat, forcing Sean to sharply turn his head and look right at the camera with a scowl.]

CAMERAMAN: I know this isn't the right time, but-

SEAN SANDS: No, this is a fucking perfect time. Maybe you can come interview me when I attend a funeral next time?

[Sean scoffs before he turns his head back and lets the MTs continues working on him.]

CAMERAMAN: Well, clearly you don't wanna talk about the attack that happened to you, but what about your former assistant, Alexandria Green?

SEAN SANDS: Not former. I hired her. I pay her out of my own pocket. Lyle Risky can go fuck himself thinking he has the right to fire her. But after seeing what happened, part of me doubts anyone who is not a professional wrestler would want to return to work. She'll be alright. Some bruising at worst, but luckily XPJ did no damage with his spineless attack.

And XPJ...

[Sean lets out a light chuckle before he clenches his jaw.]

SEAN SANDS: You are the biggest sack of shit I've ever met. Tonight, you attacked someone who has never been in a fight in her life. And I hope it was worth it, because I promise you, I'm going to get you. You fucked up not ending me, you stupid son of a bitch.

But for now, you can all enjoy the fact that you are legit the biggest bitches on my roster lead by an even bigger bitch and being managed by a marked man. Enjoy what happened tonight, because it's never happening again. You tried to teach me a lesson? Heh, you stupid idiots are going to be the ones who learn in the end. Could've acted like grown men, decided to act like a bunch of spoiled punks instead. Shouldn't even be surprised...

[Sands leans in and whispers something to the one MT who is checking his nose out before the MT motions to his right pocket.]

SEAN SANDS: Let me have it.

[The MT obliges and pulls out his phone before handing it off to Sean, who quickly types away at it before pressing the phone to his ear. When the other line picks up, Sands smirks before starting off the conversation.]

SEAN SANDS: Heard you wanted to get rid of some morons.

[There's a response, but the camera can't catch it. Sean nods his head before responding.]

SEAN SANDS: I'm in.
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The camera cut backstage, showing Jinzai sitting on top of a production cart following his loss to Alex J, and his 5th straight loss overall since the show before Divine Supremacy. One arm was draped over his ribs as he looked blankly at the wall in front of him.

JINZAI ...This shoulda been the best week of my life, Y'know? I mean, I just proposed to the woman of my dreams. The woman I'd been dating, head over heels in love with for damn near 2 years, and I'm about to spend the rest of my life with her. Tonight should have just added to that and capped off what's probably the happiest week I've had since I was 8 years old.

Then that match happened.

Jinzai's fist clinched in anger, but the 20 year old high flyer managed to reign it in for the most part as he continued to speak.

JINZAI: I'm... I'm not gonna bullshit around here. I've been fucking terrible the last few weeks. I'm not gonna take anything away from Alex J because she's been great in the ring. Never gonna knock her in any way. But since Divine Supremacy, I've been a goddamn disappointment. Everyone's said "Jinzai's the star of The Super Saiyans", but considering who my partner was that doesn't mean shit. It hasn't meant anything since I got us the tag title shot, or since I nearly won the titles back before I got screwed.

Jin's fist clinches tighter, now drawing blood.

JINZAI: I.. I don't have ONE definitive singles win to my name so far into my career. Hell, I don't think I technically have a singles win PERIOD. I NEEDED that win tonight. If not to end that drought of close calls and near misses? Because I need to prove to ME that everything I've said about myself the last year - being The iGNITE roster's Michael Jordan, the fastest rising star on the roster - all that shit? I needed to prove in my own mind that every single thing was true.

Jinzai clinched his fist.

JINZAI: But that didn't happen tonight, did it. By hook or damned crook, I got the win I needed more than anything else, the win I was just a fingertip away from getting? It was snuffed out by a fucking Roll Up. But it wasn't by Alex's own merrits. No, no no! Whether she knew it or not, she had some help out there.

That's where Shouta Kurosawa comes in.

Jinzai's head snaps up as he looks right at the camera, tranquil fury clear in his eyes as he continues to speak.

JINZAI: I'm not gonna pretend to know what the fuck your beef is with me, Dude. Because at this point, I've stopped giving a flying fuck. Maybe you just have some kind of erection for me because of everything everyone's said about me and you're looking to make a name off yourself. Maybe you're just looking to play the spoiler to whatever success I'm looking to get. Who knows? But now, you've gone from getting Skin-Of-Your-Teeth wins over me because your little friends get antsy at ringside, to actively fucking with me during my matches.

If you wanted to piss me off that badly and get my attention so badly you'd step in and fuck with my match?! WELL CONGRATULATIONS MOTHERFUCKER, you just got your wish! Because I don't know if you realized it or not, but you and I are gonna be in the ring again real soon in that Ladder Match at Inception. Ignore the other 4 bodies in the match, ignore the fans, and ignore your friends when they try to back you up. Because it's gonna be me, you and an arena full of fucking ladders between us. I don't care what the fuck I have to do, who I have to go through and how I get it done, I'm walking out of that match with a chance to knock off The Cyber Champion.

But before then? You, my friend, are gonna be acquainted with every fucking object that's in the ring and around it. On the blood in my veins and sweat from my body, I promise that. I'll give you that name recognition you want. You're gonna be known as the guy that kid from Uptown Manhattan beat the absolute hell out of with every thing that wasn't nailed down in the ladder match. And when it's all said and done, and I finish you off? I'm gonna climb that ladder, pull down that contract, and prove once and for all that I am not a flash in the pan.

And that's a guar-damn-antee.

Wiith that, Jinzai hopped off of the cart, shoving past the Cameraman and walking towards the locker room as he continued to fume, his intentions now made perfectly clear for what he expects to happen at the Inception Pay-Per-View.
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The camera follows Tristan Morris through the hallways. He has his faithful microphone in hand as he walks up to a locker room labeled 17D. Before knocking he hears sounds of a struggle inside the room. He looks at the camera man and yells down the hallway at security before pulling the door open. He rushes inside with the cameraman and sees the commotion. Hunter Werth is throwing thing around the room looking to be in a fit of rage. His match ended hours ago and the show had just gone off air. Hunter grabs Mr. Folds who is leaning against the wall turning ready to nail Tristan with the chair before he stops himself.

HUNTER WERTH: What the hell are you doing Tristan. After all that's happened the past month you're going to sneak up on me? You're lucky Chairles held me back.

Tristan looks at the camera and raises an eyebrow before he looks back at Hunter.

TRISTAN MORRIS: I just wanted to see what was going on with you. I thought you may have been in trouble again.

Hunter sets down Mr. Folds and sits down on the chair.

HUNTER WERTH: Entirely believable at the current moment isn't it?

TRISTAN MORRIS: Of course.

Hunter leans forward in the folding chair and puts his head into his hands.

HUNTER WERTH: It's all a fucking game isn't it? The way this shit unfolds it's as if I continue moving my queen to check only for my pieces to be taken by my opponent. I am continually weakened while I feel I have the upper hand.

TRISTAN MORRIS: I don't play chess.

Hunter pulls the tape from his hands and throws it across the room at the lockers in his locker room.

HUNTER WERTH: I'm getting fucked up here Tristan. Is that simple enough?

TRISTAN MORRIS: I guess so.

HUNTER WERTH: I fucking hope so. The simpleton's way of looking at it is that I take one step forward and am thrown three steps backward. You getting it now?

TRISTAN MORRIS: I think so.

Hunter screams out.

HUNTER WERTH: FUUUUCKKK!

Tristan takes a few steps back as Hunter turns towards him. Hunter asks for the microphone from Tristan. He obliges. Hunter then looks directly into the camera.

HUNTER WERTH: I get it Kenneth. You have an army at your back... and I... well I have a chair. That's fine. I need to hide myself a little better I guess huh? But no matter how many times your cronies take it to me, I'll be getting back up. That's what I do. I never stay down. If people don't realize that by now then God help them.

Hunter wipes the sweat from his brow.

HUNTER WERTH: You can do as much as you wish to try and wear me down Kenneth, but it will do you no good. I want that Golden Opportunity... BOY do I. But I won't hesitate to do everything in my power to take you out and prove that as much as you talk there is no substance. They say those that can't do, teach. Well Mr. Head Trainer... I'm about to send you back to teaching. I DO what I say and what is coming for you is the beating of a lifetime. Leave your friends behind and learn something new at Inception. That Hunter Werth will kick your ass in a fair fight. It's coming and you better be ready cause as you and your friends haven't done so far, I will spare no mercy. I will win and prove that I am exactly what the fans know me to be, a winner. I'll see you at Inception, good luck finding me till then.

Hunter shoves the microphone in Tristan's chest and helps hurry him and the cameraman out of the room. Once they're out he shoves the door shut. The camera feed then cuts out.
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As Jackson Magnum packs up his things in the back tossing his gear into the bag, he shakes his head. More-so upset at himself for his poor out than anything as the cameraman makes his way into the room Jackson smiles.

Jackson Magnum: What’s up man?

Jackson tosses the rest of his gear into his back with a smirk. He knew this was part of the gig, even if he didn’t want to do this right now. He has to, so he sets his feelings of disappointment aside and mans up.

Cameraman: Just wanted to ask some questions if you didn’t mind. Like how do you feel coming off your first loss.

Jackson pauses for a moment soaking the moment in. He never wanted disappointment to get the better of him, and even if he had his ass kicked he knew he was still doing what he loved to do.

Jackson Magnum: I didn’t give up. That’s something I’m really proud of, Kenneth was amazing tonight. He was the better man, by quite a bit. I tried hard but I found myself overmatched tonight. That said, I wouldn’t give up because I don’t want my fans to ever give up on me. I won’t give up on them either. So I fought.

As the camera is about to ask another question Jericho Hill comes storming into the room. His eyes filled with fire.

Jericho Hill: Isn’t that cute? How my little brother is so brave, wait no, it’s pathetic. I’ll ask you a question. How does it feel to let your family down? Hmm, how does it feel to walk into that ring tonight and look like an absolute failure? How does it feel to be utterly worthless.

Jackson ponders the question for a moment, his cups his chin in his hand as he mauls it over.

Jackson Magnum: I feel like I did a hell of a job out there. I fought with everything I had and I’m not ashamed of any of it. I feel like anyone who knows me knows that even when I have a bad night.

Jericho walks over grabbing Jackson’s hair and pulling it back causing his neck to bend at an awkward angle.

Jericho Hill: I know you think that you should be proud of yourself, that somehow you’re important because you work for such a big company like HKW. But I’m going to take that pride and make it your downfall. You are nothing Jackson, and I will not let you take a legacy this family worked for, that we poured our blood into for years.

Jericho screams as he slams Jackson’s head again the locker, Jackson crumbles to the ground holding his head as Jericho laughs, as Jericho turns around he walks over to the camera.

Jericho Hill: I wonder how proud he is now.

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