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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 27 2015, 03:29 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the Defiance superstars after Dream On only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Dream On spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out! Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 27 2015, 03:35 AM.
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| Nina Stokes | Apr 27 2015, 08:33 AM Post #2 |
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The scene opens up in the locker room area. Nina Stokes is laying on a bench, getting worked on by various members of the medical team. As they patch her up, Nina tilts her head slightly and spots the camera crew off in the distance. She motions for the crew to move closer as she mildly pushes the medical members off to the side. After taking a deep breath, she stares deeply into the camera. NINA STOKES: I may not know shit about being a champion; but I do know what fucks up a title reign―complacency. When I asked my friend Laurel Anne Hardy to have this deathmatch with me, I was attempting kill that complacency. I could have picked anyone in the world, I could have picked an easy opponent. However, I wanted to test myself; and what better way to do that than to face someone is a master of death matches? Laurel, I know that you aren’t too keen on titles and shit right now; you and I have talked about it. Nonetheless, you brought the fight to night; and for that, I thank you. It may sound sadistic, but thank you...for every bump, bruise, cut. You gave me the test that I needed. As she had been talking, her hair began to cover her face. She pushes it back and runs her fingers through it. NINA STOKES: And even though I’m still hurting, even though I just had one of the best matches of my life (and in the history of HKW)...I still don’t feel satisfied. She glances down at her hand, which are still matted with partially dried blood. After a moment or two, her eyes dart back up towards the camera. NINA STOKES: I still want to fight. But most of the people on this roster would flap their gums or practice to keyboard stroke instead stepping up and challenging me. So here’s what I’m going to do: At Defiance XXXIII, I’m electing to put my Bloodlust Championship on the line against Bo McCleary. You see, you fucked up royally when you put your hands on me a few weeks ago Bo. And of course, you fucked up again tonight in that Golden Opportunity match. However―I’m going to give you a chance at redemption. She shrugs her shoulders. NINA STOKES: In reality though, we all know that your chance of redemption will be little to none, because there’s no way in Hell that I’m going to lose this belt, not to you. And after defeating the hillbilly hick, I’m going to issue another challenge, one that is “personal.” MJ Bell, you think you are better than me don’t you?. That’s fine doll, you are entitled to your opinion. Very soon, I’m going to give you the opportunity to prove it. The camera slowly fades out. |
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| Felicity Banks | Apr 27 2015, 01:49 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Cameras made their way backstage where the back of Felicity Banks’ head was the first thing shown. She was leaned up against one of the many equipment crates in the hallway, her face pressed firmly into her forearm. You could hear the former champion sniffle as a number of backstage personnel walk past the former champion, wondering whether they should say something to her or not. Before anyone made their move, Felicity’s brother stepped into the camera frame and stared at Felicity for a few seconds before he put his hand on her shoulder. BRANDON BANKS: You good? Felicity pulled her head off of the equipment crate, the tears in her eyes scattering down her cheeks. BRANDON BANKS: Crying? The hell you cryin’ for, Fel? You ain’t got a single reason to be crying right now. Felicity wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried her best to put on a straight face as she stared at the ground. FELICITY BANKS: I… I had her beat. I should be champion again right now, but I’m not. I’m not and I did everything that I could. I… I did my best. I… The 2014 wrestler of the year paused as tears started to build up beneath her eyes. She leaned her head back up against the equipment crate as Brandon looked around the hallway, unsure of he should do. FELICITY BANKS: I let everyone down. I let myself down. I can’t take it anymore. Brandon patted Felicity on the back and grabbed her by the shoulder. He spun her around so she would look at him, and ducked himself down to her height. BRANDON BANKS: I don’t ever wanna hear you say some dumb shit like that again, Fel. You ain’t let nobody down, especially...especially yourself. You realize what you’ve done, yo? You realize that you’re the one that made Onyx want that title? Hell, you’re the one who made everyone in this company want that damn title, and you, unlike them, could actually say that you’ve held it. You’ve held for two hundred and sixty-seven days! Felicity pouted and shook her head from side to side, not looking Brandon in the eyes. FELICITY BANKS: It’s still not enough, Brandon. It’s just...not. BRANDON BANKS: Fel, look at me. Brandon grabbed Felicity by the sides of her head and made her look him in the eyes. BRANDON BANKS: I was in this same exact spot not that long ago. Fel, I used to be depressed as fuck thinkin’ that I’d never get a chance to be World champion, and after eight long ass years I finally did it. And when I lost that shit? I felt like the world was over. I felt like I was over. Brandon let go of his sisters head as Felicity tucked her head back down and stared at the ground. BRANDON BANKS: There’s really only a couple ways you could look at this, Fel. You could either look back at the last year and be proud of what you’ve done, or, you could sit back here each and every night and feel sorry for yourself. Beat yourself up over the fact that on this night Onyx was better than you. Felicity immediately looked up and stared a hole through Brandon. FELICITY BANKS: She’s not better than me… Brandon chuckled, scratching the top of Felicity’s head after her words. BRANDON BANKS: I know that, Fel. Trust me. Getting knocked off the top of the mountain doesn’t mean said person is better than you. It just means that on one, or even two nights, that person had your number. You know how many times I’ve been beaten by people who were in no way, shape, or form on my level? Dozens, Fel. DOZENS. Brandon shrugged. BRANDON BANKS: It happens, Fel. It happens to everyone, but I’m about to tell you something that I probably shouldn’t say because of that damn ego of yours. Felicity sniffled and looked up at her brother as he began to speak. BRANDON BANKS: Every person in this company could make all the wild statements that they want, but the fact is? You’re one of, if not the best talent on this roster. You were right, Fel. You’re one of the only people on this roster that isn’t expendable. I could create stars if I want to, but I know for a fact that I can’t create another Felicity Banks. You’re the heartbeat of this company, and I’m not saying this as your brother...I’m saying this as your boss. For a moment, Felicity shined off a half smirk, and wiped the tears away from her cheeks. BRANDON BANKS: You’re gonna get back on top of the mountain here, Fel. I know that, you know that, everyone knows that. And if I know you as well as I think I know you...it won’t take long at all. Brandon reached forward and patted his sister on the shoulder. BRANDON BANKS: Because the Felicity Banks that I know isn’t gonna sit back here and feel sorry for herself. She’s gonna come back, and she’s gonna come back with more fire than ever before. She’s gonna make all the peasants in her way back to the top BOW THE FUCK DOWN! Felicity laughed, hearing her brother use her go-to insult and her catchphrase. BRANDON BANKS: Ayeee, see? Already laughing! Already a step in the right direction! Felicity shoved Brandon away and wiped the tears from her cheeks one last time with a smile. BRANDON BANKS: You always work best when you have something to prove, Fel. Now? Now you could show the world that you’re the best thing going in this sport today, and you don’t need the HKW World title to be it. Brandon patted Felicity on the head and went to walk away. FELICITY BANKS: Brandon… The HKW owner stopped his pace and turned to look at his sister. FELICITY BANKS: I wanna make a pact. Right now. Brandon squinted his eyes, confused by what Felicity meant. FELICITY BANKS: You get back to the top, and I’ll get back to the top. We’ll race there to see who gets their first. Brandon smirked, shaking his head vigorously from side to side. BRANDON BANKS: Nah, Fel. My wrestling days are behind me. Felicity made a ‘pffft’ noise with her lips and threw her hands to her hips. FELICITY BANKS: Really? You’re quitting? Just like that? Felicity snapped her fingers. FELICITY BANKS: That’s not the Brandon that I know. The Brandon that I know doesn’t quit. He doesn’t know when to quit, and he sure as hell doesn’t give up. Felicity took a few steps closer toward Brandon. FELICITY BANKS: I get back to the top. You get back to the top. Deal? Brandon rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. BRANDON BANKS: Fel, I’m ---- Felicity reached her hand up and slapped Brandon in the chin. FELICITY BANKS: Deal?! Brandon smirked, scratching the back of his head as he looked at his much shorter sister. BRANDON BANKS: Deal. Felicity lunged forward and gave Brandon hug. Once she let go, the former World champion walked out of the picture as Brandon stood back and thought over what Felicity had said. |
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| Lance Winters | Apr 27 2015, 07:54 PM Post #4 |
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The scene fades into a bar filled with Reapers In Pride members of the Detroit chapter. Lance Winters hops behind the bar and grabs a champagne bottle with a smile on his face as he does so. The bartender looks over just now noticing Lance hopped over the bar and is seen shaking up a bottle. BARTENDER: Hey! Hey you can’t be back here! Put that down! Lance ignores the bartender and laughs as he pops open the bottle and turns as the liquor beverage begins to spray onto the bartender. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT’S THAT? I i didn’t hear ya buddy! BARTENDER: HEY WHAT HELL?! Lance laughs and begins to take a swig of the ring even if it’s pouring all over him. LANCE WINTERS: Chill buddy. WE’RE HERE TO PPPPARRTAAAYYYYYYYY. Lance jumps back over the bar and looks over to find Leifi drinking a beer feeling a bit down about losing their tag team match against the Generation of Miracles. Winters heads over and puts his arm around him. LANCE WINTERS: SAAAMMMOOOOOAAANNNNNN REEAAPPPPEERR. My boy why you looking so down? I’M PROUD OF YOU. You went out there and teared shit up! You stood your own and did what you needed to do. CHEER UP. Joey wifey won. LUKE IS...Where the fuck is Luke? He looks around and sees Luke in a back corner, obviously sulking after losing his match earlier in the night. LANCE WINTERS: LUKE IS IN A CORNER. Look around ya Leifi. YOUR FAMILY IS HERE. The Reapers are here...We’ll always be here to have ya back, son. Don’t you be looking down feeling bad about yourself. And look...I UNDERSTAND things might have to happen next Sunday, BUT YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, when you put on this here cut….You stand for something. And there’s certain shit you have to DO FOR OL’ MR. GRIM. Before Leifi begins to speak, he feels an arm pat him on the back. Once Leifi turns around he sees Joey Perello standing over him, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. JOSEPH PERELLO: Get this guy some Artic vodka. The real italian stuff, not this… He grabs Leifi’s beer from the countertop. JOSEPH PERELLO: Filth known as beer. How you could drink this is beyond me. Perello looks around the bar and sees Luke standing in the corner, doing...whatever it is that he does. JOSEPH PERELLO: Gonna go make sure that sonofabitch isn’t thinking about doing anything stupid. I’ll check back with you guys in a bit. Perello pats Leifi on the back and gives Lance a nod of the head as he walks over to Luke. He was holding a glass with a little vodka left at the bottom. Luke clutches the glass hard when Perello makes his way towards him. LUKE WISIA: I fuckin’ failed… Not only did I let myself down, but I let you guys down too. I dive deeper into things just to came back up for a breath of fresh air in the middle of the fuckin’ ocean, surrounded by water and drowinin’... Fran, Neon… Colton? They ain’t better than me and I know it. Luke throws the glass in his hand up against the other side of the wall and picks up the bottle from the bar, taking a swing, then slamming it back down with a “thud” on the wood. He throws up a finger towards Perello and bends his head as if he did a small prayer before continuing on. LUKE WISIA: But there is somethin’ I took away from all this. I KNOW what I want now…. I’m done runnin’ in circles with these clowns when I can take the shortcut. I know what the next chapter is… He puts a hand on Perello’s shoulder, head lowered, and taking another drink of the bottle. LUKE WISIA: There will be blood, Perello… Only blood will make up for my failure. God Bless whoever gets in my way. Perello nods his head and smirks. He looks around the bar, noticing that Leifi and Lance were coming in his direction. JOSEPH PERELLO: Okay, since both of you are here now lets make one thing perfectly clear. Reapers do not dwell on losses in the wrestling business. Reapers do not dwell on losses at all no matter where they come from. There’s absolutely no reason you two should be in the dumps right now. Leifi… Perello points his index finger at the Samoan Reaper. JOSEPH PERELLO: People wrote you off a long time ago, and here you are...still beating people senseless. Luke… Perello turns his head to look at Luke. JOSEPH PERELLO: Everyone thought you were dead and gone, and here you are...competing in a ladder match for a guaranteed shot at the championship that I once held. Now, with that said, would either of you like to tell me why you both look like someone just killed your family puppy? LEIFI MAIVIA: Doing a good job, and failing still doesn’t sit well with me. I’m a Maivia, and a REAPER. . . Neither should settle for anything less than that... Leifi looks down to his beer and spins the mug around slowly with his fingertips. Luke looks over to the VP and then headbutts his head off the side of the wall before turning back around. LUKE WISIA: I’m fine… I’ll be heated for a few days, but I’ll be good. Just have a bad taste in my mouth and not even this vodka can wash that shit out. There’d be somethin’ wrong with me if I wasn’t pissed. Lance takes a swig from his champagne bottle and chuckles a little. LANCE WINTERS: FELLAS. SNAP OUT OF IT. You made me proud. Me and Joey. You don’t need to be acting like this. Leifi yes YOU HAVE A RICH BLOODLINE in you. But did you go out there and let them down after kicking Leander and Vanessa’s ass? SO WHAT IF THEY WON. I sure as hell don’t. So what you some ladder match, Luke? I DON’T. You wanna go out there and MAKE SOME MOTHER FUCKERS BLEED?! Do it. HELL I’LL GO ALONG SIDE OF YA AND DO IT MY GODDAMN SELF. But either way you two went out there the Prez happy. THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT BOYS. The future is bright. Lance smirks as he looks around the bar. Then at that second, the door opens and we see a shiny briefcase, and then we see Zakk Lewis walk in. Some people at the bar are shocked to see the former RIP member. Zakk Lewis chuckles as he walks over to the bar and sits down. Placing the briefcase on top of the bar counter. He looks to the bartender. ZAKK LEWIS: Scotch, please. BARTENDER: You got it. Zakk looks at his briefcase. Still in his wrestling gear. He still looks a wreck. Still has his athletic tape on, he goes to peel it off. Then looking to the corner of his eye and noticing Lance. ZAKK LEWIS: See you’re out the can now…… boss. Zakk smirks as he is still focusing on taking off his athletic tape. A big smile begins to form on on Lance’s face. He opens his arms and calls out to Zakk. LANCE WINTERS: ZAKK MY BOY!!!! Mr. GO himself, haha! Lance makes his way over to Zakk and gives him a big hug. LANCE WINTERS: Glad you made it kiddo. Look, THE GANGS ALL HERE. Well except Ace and Chopz but who cares bout that? Luke walks past them all, staring down Zakk and stopping inches in front of him. LUKE WISIA: Depends on who you consider “the gang”.... I don’t consider this quitter part of anything. Just someone who was a scared little boy…. Still is. He continues to stare ice cold at Zakk before leaving the corner of the screen. JOSEPH PERELLO: Ah, fuck all this wrestling chatter. Lets get drunk and shoot something. As a matter of fact… Perello looks at the counter, picks up the first shot glass he sees, and downs it. JOSEPH PERELLO: I have to get going. Flight back to Brooklyn is exactly an hour away, and I’ll be damned if I have to stay in Detroit for another day. You boys stay out of trouble...or don’t. Either or works for me. The scene then begins to fade away as Perello begins to leave. Lance shakes up his bottle of champagne and sprays people with it while laughing. Zakk watches and shakes his head while laughing as well. |
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| Shane Atwater | Apr 27 2015, 09:04 PM Post #5 |
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![]() The camera cuts in to the backstage area shortly after the end of the Pay-Per-View, with the usual post-show hustle and bustle already in full swing. We pan quickly into the locker room area, where new number one contender to the HKW World Championship Shane Atwater is getting ready to leave the arena, still in his gear and drenched in sweat, taking his time removing the tape from his wrists. CAMERAMAN: Shane! Shane! Can we get a word after your HUGE victory here tonight, and gaining the number one contender's spot at Darkness Falls. Shane looks up for a moment, considering...and for the first time in many, many weeks, a slight smile breaks out on his face. SHANE ATWATER: At the risk of being that guy...I told you so. I told the world for weeks...that I would leave Dream On the number one contender to the World Championship. That I would prove that Jack Warren is a fraud, and Xavier Asher Daniels doesn't have what it takes to hang anymore. And I did exactly that. I exposed them both, in the middle of the ring, and I made XAD tap. No bullshit. No excuses. No questions. I proved every word I've had to say since this whole mess started, and the number one contendership that should have belonged to me in the first place...is finally mine. CAMERAMAN: So...what comes next? Shane nods, scoffing slightly at the question. SHANE ATWATER: What comes next, is the only thing that matters. What comes next, is fulfilling the promise I made the very day I won the Crowned Royalty tournament....That this calendar year would not come to an end, without Championship gold around my waist. I am the best professional wrestler on this roster. That isn't a bold assertion. It's a statement of fact. But it's a fact that requires proof. And the greatest proof that I can provide to back up that claim? It's the HKW World Championship around my waist. Right where it belongs. I have all the respect in the world for Onyx Payne. As a person, as a wrestler, and as a champion. And I have no doubt we're going to have one Hell of a match at Darkness Falls. But it's a match that I will guarantee you, right now....Onyx Payne cannot.....CANNOT win. My sole, singular focus right now is to be the HKW World Champion...and as good as Onyx Payne is, I am making it my solemn goal to ensure that she does NOT have what it takes to stop me from achieving that focus. CAMERAMAN: What about your issue with Jack Warren? Is that behind you? Or the fact that Zakk Lewis left the arena tonight with a briefcase that guarantees him a championship match of his own, any time he wants it? SHANE ATWATER:...As much as I would have liked to have snapped Jack Warren's arm here tonight, it was Xavier Asher Daniels who got the honors. But Warren got exposed all the same, and he's back where he belongs...At the back of the line, and the bottom of the heap, with the rest of the garbage. He ever crawls back in my sight line again, I'll end him. But otherwise... Fuck Jack Warren. Shane snorts, chuckling slightly. SHANE ATWATER: As for Zakk Lewis...he can try to cash that briefcase in whenever he likes. It won't change anything. They could hand out a thousand briefcases, a million "Golden Opportunities"...but it wouldn't change a thing. Nothing....NOTHING. Is going to stop me from becoming World Champion. Nothing at all. Jack Warren wants to try me again? He taps. Xavier Asher Daniels wants to take another run at me? I'll tap him out again. Zakk Lewis wants to try and cash in that briefcase, well, I've got no problems tapping him out again either. Just like I will anybody else who wants to get in my way. Anyone, and everyone, the result is going to be the same. You could put God or whatever other deity you believe in across that ring from me, and I WOULD TAP THEM OUT, TOO. It doesn't matter who gets in my way, I WILL be HKW World Champion at Darkness Falls, because just like I proved in the middle of that ring tonight...EVERYBODY. TAPS. Shane pauses, taking a deep breath. SHANE ATWATER: Now if you'll excuse me...I've got some celebrating to do. With that, Shane turns his attention back to getting ready to leave as the camera cuts away. |
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| 420 B.C. | Apr 28 2015, 01:36 PM Post #6 |
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The scene comes up on Laurel Anne Hardy, sitting in the trainers' area as medics buzz around her, cleaning and dressing both her fresh wounds and pre-existing ones that got reopened in her brutal match with Nina Stokes. Laurel ignores them, letting them work as they wipe blood from her face and extract shards of glass from her flesh. "Nina, babe... I hope I gave you the match you wanted an' deserved tonight. It ain't exactly a secret that these days I don't always have the passion I used to, but I hope you an' me put on a match you can look back on an' be proud of." The XWA Hardcore and G/P Most Brutal Champion runs a hand through her blood-matted hair to get it off her face; as she does, she catches a cut and a spurt of clear plasma bubbles out. The medics hurry to tend to it, but still Laurel ignores them. "Now that the match is over, I wanna tell you what I told other people: if I'd won tonight, baby, I woulda handed that title right back to you - because it deserves to be around your waist. You're doin' my medium proud, Nina. You hang onto that Bloodlust title for a long time because I know you're the rare kind of champion who really cares about what you represent. You're gonna be a hell of a Bloodlust Champion, Nina. You know I don't say this about many titles in wrestling... but you're gonna make that a title with honour an' dignity. Don't stop, hon." She blows a kiss through the people surrounding her and we fade out. |
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| Zack Jones | Apr 28 2015, 04:11 PM Post #7 |
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JACK WARREN: FUCK YOU, SHANE ATWATER! We find ourselves backstage once more, where we see an absolutely furious Jack Warren taking his anger out on any object in sight. He grabs one of the equipment crates and shoves it as hard as he can, sending it wheeling out of the shot. He then grabs a stray steel chair, folds it up, and begins hitting the floor with it repeatedly like a madman. Once the chair is dented, he tosses it away and begins stomping out of the shot, but the cameraman does a good job in making sure that he follows him, able to catch some of the things that he's mumbling. JACK WARREN: Fuck Xavier too. Little bitch taps out in two fucking seconds. Probably why he got an ex-wife too.... Jack sees one of the backstage workers trying to put some of the equipment away, quickly grabs him and turns him around before he bitch slaps the fuck out of him! Jack then releases the man and he quickly runs off, holding his face in pain. Jack then grabs the equipment that the man dropped (and broke) and begins to bust the equipment up even more! Eventually, Jack seems to calm down before looking and seeing the camera that found him. He points right at it before saying... JACK WARREN: THIS ISN'T FUCKING OVER, ATWATER! NOT ONE FUCKING BIT! Jack huffs and puffs out of the shot as we slowly fade out. |
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| HENNY | Apr 28 2015, 05:15 PM Post #8 |
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![]() We are now backstage where we see Alessio van Duren, fresh off his loss in the World Championship Golden Opportunity Ladder Match storming down the hallway, a scowl on his face. His eyes dart across in several directions rapidly, indicating that he's looking for something. Suddenly, he's stopped by an arm that is tentatively placed on his chest, breathing heavily, Alessio looks over to his left to see a stage hand looking up at him. The camera man who was following the Milan native is now edging closer to him. STAGE HAND: AVD, we were hoping you'd be here. We need you for an intervi- Cutting the man off, van Duren literally pushes the man's face in the direction he came from before wiping his hand on his tights. The man looks stunned and goes to speak before Alessio interrupts. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Shut...the fuck...up. Did you see what happened out there? Did you? Hm? I had that match WON! I was inches away from pulling down MY BRIEFCASE until stupid Romeo Price and his stupid music and his stupid beard and his stupid tattoos had to RUIN IT! STUPID! Where is he!? Tell me where he is right now or I will snap your arm so quick... AVD's voice trails off as he slowly begins to approach the man, poking him in the chest to intimidate him. The stage hand takes a moment before replying. STAGE HAND: I- I don't kn- ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Oh you don't know!? You have a headset. Use your GODDAMN headset and find him! The stage hand hesitates as he reaches up to his headset. STAGE HAND: Location update on Romeo Price, he's needed for uh... He looks to Alessio, who simply frowns at him. STAGE HAND: ...an interview...? The Dutch-Italian shakes his head as the stage hand waits for a response in his headset. STAGE HAND: He's...he's in his office. Alessio nods, still angry, yet seemingly pleased all the same. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Good...good. STAGE HAND: I'll let him know you're co- In an instant AVD rips the microphone from the man's head and smashes it against the floor. He slaps the man in the face, not to do harm, but to mock before he points a finger at the stage hand. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: You're not going to do a fucking thing, hm? You hear me? Now where is his office. The stage hand rubs his face before taking a step backwards, clearly uncomfortable with standing so close to Alessio. He then points down the hallway. AVD smirks as he retreats away from the man, then goes the complete opposite direction to where the stage hand pointed. He calls out to Alessio but the Italian simply ignores him, instead making a beeline for the parking lot - being followed by the camera the whole way there. Along the way he breaks open a fire safety box mounted on the wall, pulling out a fire axe as he arrives at a relatively empty parking lot. He scans it, looking for a certain car until he notices a number plate which catches his eye. 'PR1C3' ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Bingo, you stupid fuck. AVD takes a running start up to the car, a Bentley Continental GT, before smashing the drivers window with the axe! He takes a step back and takes another swing, this time at the door! ALESSIO VAN DUREN: HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW ROMEO!? He has to exert a considerable amount of pressure to unwedge the axe from the metal of the door, but eventually he does so and begins to swing at the tires - some of the swings wild and inaccurate, due to a combination of anger and the fact that the car alarm is clearly going to alert people as to what is going on. He then begins to swing at the hood of the car. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: YOU WANNA TRY TO FUCK WITH ALESSIO VAN DUREN!? FUCK YOUR CAR! YOU STUPID FUCK! FUCK YOUR FUCKING CAR! Alessio then jumps onto the cut up hoods, raises the axe high and smashes it down into the windshield, shattering it into pieces. Satisfied with his work AVD leaves the axe alongside the battered car. He then mutters something in Italian under his breath before he flees the scene. The camera then gets closer to the car after the alarm has stopped going, surveying the damage that Alessio has caused. CAMERA MAN: Well...shit... With that the camera quickly cuts elsewhere. |
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| X.A.D | Apr 29 2015, 05:37 AM Post #9 |
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![]() The camera picks up backstage following Defiance's first solo branded Pay-Per-View, where we see Xavier Asher Daniels stumbling down a hallway, coming off of a loss in the #1 Contender Match against both Shane Atwater and Jack Warren. Clutching his arm in pain from the excruciating looking submission hold he was forced to submit to, it was very clear right away that something was wrong with the perennial contender. His normally light skin was extremely pale, and he was sweating profusely, even more than what one who has been through a match would be. He tried to steady himself against the wall, but his body seemed to be acting on it's own, twitching and making many involuntary movements. CAMERAMAN: Xavier? Xavier are you alri- Before the words could be uttered, Daniels suddenly lurched forward, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the ground as the tremors became worse. A nearby stagehand immediately caught him before he could fall forward, before yelling out for assistance. STAGE HAND: WE NEED A MEDIC! Several stagehands ran onto the scene as they tried to keep XAD alert until the trainer on hand could make it there. |
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| Ashley Sullivan | Apr 29 2015, 11:19 AM Post #10 |
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![]() Ashley Sullivan is seen pacing back and forth backstage with a phone held closely to an ear. A look of pained nervousness etches its way across her face as she bites anxiously at the nails of her free hand as she listens into the voice on the other end of her cell phone. The hallway surrounding her looks to be too clean and sterile to be that of the Joe Louis Arena but very medical in feel. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I don't know yet. They haven't let me see him since we got here. Christ, Erin, he looked so bad. Her face cringes uncomfortably but fights the outburst of anger that simmers beneath the veil of remaining composed. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I saw it yeah, but fuck, you know how he is with wanting to do things himself. He made me promise not to go out there no matter what happened... Damn him and that stubborn stoic macho bullshit, I shouldn't have listened. As if Pedo-stache and that nitwit didn't do enough damage, that crazy psycho bitch damn near tried to kill him. So much for a happy comeback to HKW huh? Beating that flunky doesn't even give this a bittersweet feeling. This is just a lot of bitter shit. A man wearing medical scrubs exits the door behind Ashley causing her to look up instantly at the sound. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I'll call you back later after I know how he is. DOCTOR: Mr. Sterling is stable and shouldn't suffer any long lasting side effects but it's best if we hold him overnight for observation just to be on the safe side. He took quite the beating tonight. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Can I see him? Is he conscious? I can't even imagine pissed he must've gotten if you tried to give him anything for the pain. DOCTOR: Mr. Sterling was quite... insistent on that. But yes, you can be with him now. Is there any family that should be contacted? Ashley hesitates a moment at being asked the question. Instead of answering, she only swallows hard and goes in through the door that the doctor just exited moments ago. |
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