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iNCEPTION AFTERMATH
Topic Started: May 3 2015, 10:20 PM (1,072 Views)
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Catch up with the iGNITE superstars after iNCEPTION only on Evolve! Watch as the action from iNCEPTION spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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Sean Sands
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One half of the Dick Kicking Kings and former Global Tag Team champions, Tanner Sands, is seen leaning up against the wall of the arena, sweating and looking absolutely dejected. The cameraman clears his throat, trying to get Tanner's attention, but he just shakes his head and leans off of the wall.

TANNER SANDS: All of these things I did for you in the past, and you side with two crazy ass bitches.

Tanner sighs as he places his right hand on his stomach, where the tag team title used to be.

TANNER SANDS: You knew how much that gold meant to me. But you also know the fact that I never gave up on you. Not once did I just sit there and say that you couldn't beat anyone. I've been the stupid motherfucker that's been on your side since the moment we could both talk and walk. And tonight, you decided that this is how you were gonna repay me. For all those years of being the closest thing to another sibling to you, you decide to take my gold away from me and give it to them.

Sands lets out another sigh before he starts heading for the end of the hall, saying just one last sentence.

TANNER SANDS: Anya...you're dead to me.

Tanner then heads off, turning the corner with his head hung low.
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Ashley Maldano
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ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Unbelievable… again? Really? This isn’t right…”

The scene opens up backstage to show the Chicago native, Ashley Hamilton, still dressed in her ring gear, sitting on a production crate. It is after the show and she sits there with a dazed look on her face, sighing as she shakes her head. Her body is sore and beaten from the match this evening, but her face couldn’t look anymore disappointed. As she sighs, she speaks slowly.

ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Everytime I get closer and closer...something happens..something goes wrong. In reality? I have noone to blame but myself…”

She shakes her head and sighs. The clear look of disappointment in herself shines through her eyes, as she continues to shake her head.

ASHLEY HAMILTON: “Opportunity after opportunity I get...it never seems to work out. Playing it safe and working hard, each and every time I end up in the same position, sitting backstage reflecting on it. Tonight was supposed to be my night...it was supposed to be a night where I get the opportunity of a lifetime and have that happen in my own hometown of Chicago…”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her own words. As she lets off a scoff, she speaks again..

ASHLEY HAMILTON: “This isn’t the first opportunity I’ve lost. It seems like a constant pattern for me. I try and try so hard to work my way up, to show that I have the determination and everything to make it to the top but the chance I get? Something goes wrong. Maybe that’s where my inexperience lands me..maybe thats a sign that I’m not cut out for this….but what I think? I think that it’s a sign that I try harder. That I don’t take no for an answer. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it till I’m blue in the face. Being this good person who follows the rules all the time? It gets you nowhere. I’m done second guessing myself and I’m done sitting back allowing myself to fall when I know that I can rise up. “

Ashley looks up and straightens out her back, before hopping off the crate and glaring into the cameras. Her face goes from a dazed out disappointed look, to an icy cold.

ASHLEY HAMILTON: “This wasn’t the end of Ashley. This wasn’t a bump in the middle of my career. Tonight marked the beginning of something new and something worth seeing. I…”

She looks up, before tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders smirking.

ASHLEY HAMILTON: “I’d love to go into details on my plans for the future...but I will say this… from now on...things are going to be a lot different….a lot different…”

Ashley says, before walking out of the scene, rubbing the back of her neck in pain, but smirking as she does.

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Lance Winters
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The exit doors fly open as the Reapers In Pride members including the President Lance Winters, VP Joseph Perello, Luke Wisia, Viktor Volkov, the man who made his debut earlier tonight, Leifi Maivia and Chopz walk out of the Allstate Arena. All the men seem pretty pleased with tonight's results especially the Prez.

LANCE WINTERS: GREAT night fellas. Goddamn.

Lance stands there as the other walk past agreeing with him. The Prez closes high feeling the cool breeze.

LANCE WINTERS: Feel that boys? THAT'S the feeling of a JOB WELL DONE. Got Ace out of the picture. Joey kicked the boy X's ass and ol' Chance here FINALLY came out to play.

Lance looks around checking if there was anyone around specifically cameramen. None in sight. He reaches to the back of his waistband and pulls out his pistol. Winters smiles as he points it in the direction of Chopz.

LANCE WINTERS: HEY TRENT.

CHOPZ: Yeah, boss?

Chopz turns around with a smile on his face until...BANG! Lance shoots him directly between his eyes. The men look back at Chopz as his body falls to the ground and blood begins to drain out of his body. They don't seem to of been shocked by this as if they knew it was going to happen. Lance looks down at the the corpse with a hint of anger on his face.

LANCE WINTERS: What a disgrace.

He shakes his head and hears police sirens.

LANCE WINTERS: Let's get the out of here.

The Reapers get on their motorcycles and begin to flee the scene before the cops arrived.
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After the last match, the shots fades into the backstage area, where we see lawyer Bryan Bibby knocking on the door of HKW co-owner, Brandon Banks.

bRYAN bIBBY: Mr. Banks, we need to talk.

BB: Now mothafucka. THE DOOR IS CLOSED, IS IT NOT?! YEAH, I THINK IT IS. THAT MEAN I DON’T WANNA BE BOTHERED BY NOBODY. NOT YOU, NOT YA KID, NOT CLARENCE WHO BEEN WANTIN’ MY AUTOGRAPH SINCE FIVE! I….DON’T….WANNA….BE….BOTHERED….BY….NO…….

A couple of hard footsteps are heard rush toward the door until the door swings open, revealing Banks.

BB: BODDDDDDDEH. That includes you, Bibby. You ain’t special, ninja. Fuck out my face.

Bryan Bibby clears his throat as he looks at the slightly taller Brandon Banks.

bRYAN bIBBY: Mr. Banks, I just want to let you know the status of finding out who your half brother or sister is. So far, we’ve gotten DNA samples from all members of the Defiance roster and plan on doing the same for every member of the iGNiTE roster before they leave this arena tonight.

Banks squints his eyes, unsure of how to react.

BB: You want a medal or something, Bibby? Listen, bruh. I know what this is. This is some handjobs way to get rich quick, bruh. Every time I make some money I gain another relative, and you know what? I’m sick of it. Hell, I question whether or not Luke’s my cousin or if Ronnie’s my cousin. What makes you think that I’ma actually believe this little boy or girl is my half brother or sister?!

Bibby goes to answer, but Brandon speaks over him.

BB: That was rhetorical, Bibbz. Now, I see your ass ain’t got nothin’ better to do, so I’ma go ahead and guess you ain’t lettin’ this go, soooooooooo...how about this? You find this mothafucka, and I knock this mothafucka out. Comprende?

bRYAN bIBBY: Mr. Banks, I assure you that this is not a get rich scheme. I have already shown you that my certification is 100% legitimate, but if it makes you feel better, we can have someone you trust run the tests? That way, the person who is your half brother or sister will truly be that person. I don’t blame you for not trusting me. After all, I came out of the blue. But your great uncle wanted to give all of his nephews and nieces part of his fortune. In fact, you portion of the money should actually already have been wired to your account. And the cars are making their way here sometime within the next few days, So, once again, I assure you that this isn’t a scam. You have another sibling and the DNA tests will prove it, Mr. Banks.

Banks laughs sarcastically and throws his hand over his face.

BB: You’re a persistent little bugger, ain’tya? Jesus, Mary and Joseph… Fine. Whatever. Just, uh… Get back to me with the DNA results. I’m tryna keep this shit a secret.

Banks points at the camera behind Bibby.

BB: Motherfuckers always watchin. Gets sickening after a while.

Bibby sees the cameras and then looks back at Banks and nods.

bRYAN bIBBY: Yeah, you got it. Should have it around next Defiance, I’d assume. Lots of people on this roster, obviously.

BB: Next Defiance? Yeah, I’m not gonna be there.

Banks pats Bibby on the back and walks out of his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

BB: I’ma get goin, though. I’m kinda hungry and I feel like firin’ somebody now. Later, d00d.

Bibby clears his throat before he speaks again.

bRYAN bIBBY: I think your phone is vibrating in your pocket there, Mr. Banks.

Banks glances down and reaches his hand into his sweatshirt pocket. He pulls out his iPhone and shows it to Bibby.

BB: Damn, you got some good ass ears there Bibbz. Hol’ up, though. Network callin’.

Banks holds up the phone again, showing Bibby the initials H.B.O before he answers the call and puts the phone to his ear.

BB: Ayeeee HBO peeps! What’s good in the hood?! …. Yeah, we about done with this pay per view. Finna say screw this and dip on home… Yeah, he’s right here….

Banks looks up at Bibby.

BB: THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU GONNA BROADCAST THAT SHIT?! I AIN’T SIGN UP FOR THAT! I DON’T WANT MY GODDAMN PERSONAL LIFE BROADCASTED LIKE THAT, BRUH!

There was a long pause, Banks’ face turning a bright red.

BB: MAN, FUCK Y’ALL. THIS AIN’T RIGHT. JUST BECAUSE YOU OWN THE NETWORK DON’T MEAN YOU OWN MY LIFE. THIS AIN’T SOME THE LIFE REALITY TV SERIES BULLSHIT TYPA THANG!

Another pause…

BB: Man, fuck y’all.

Banks pulls his phone away from his ear and slides it back into his pocket.

BB: Yep. Definitely firing someone now! Move, Bibby...fore I fire ya ass and you don’t even work for me.

Bibby looks at Banks with a look of confusion.

bRYAN bIBBY: What did they call about?

Banks sneers in Bibby’s direction.

BB: Persistent and nosey too, huh? Yeah, bruh. You can’t work for me. I’d have you killed reaaaaaaaaal quick.

Banks chuckles and slaps the somewhat scared Bibby on the back.

BB: That was a joke. You know, ha-ha? That sorta thing, but I heard you lawyers don’t really like to laugh...fuck it.

Banks sighs as he motions for Bibby to follow him down the hall. Banks remains quiet, looking down the hall for the first person he sees so he could fire them.

BB: Nah, they said your little scavenger hunt gonna be broadcasted during Defiance…

Banks sharply turns around.

BB: This yo damn idea?!

Bibby frantically shakes his head.

bRYAN bIBBY: Not at all. I don’t even know anyone in HBO. Plus, the quicker I get this job done I can go and deal with some other cases that have come my way. But I’m sorry to hear that your privacy is about to get destroyed next Defiance.

Banks laughs sarcastically.

BB: Yeah, I bet you are. Now, will you please exit stage left of my face? You been taggin’ on too long the way it is.

Bibby just nods in response, muttering a “goodbye” before he heads off towards the opposite direction, allowing Brandon to go into his firing spree which was likely coming soon.
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The scene fades open with Emilio Vialpando and his father/manager Luis Vialpando walking out of his locker room. Emilio carrying his Nike dufflebag leads the way as several members of eVolve's aftermath cameramen try their best to get a word from Emilio after declaring he was leaving Hard Knox Wrestling.

Luis Vialpando
No interviews guys. No interviews please.

Luis steps in front of his son leading the way out of the arena. The two Vialpando's ignore the cameramen as they walk out into the parking lot. There leaning beside their rental car was iGNiTE's ring announcer Clara Martins who had her arms crossed with a bit of sadness in her eyes as sh looked onto Emilio.

Emilio Vialpando
Yo, not now Clara.

Clara Martins
Why are you leaving Emilio? How can you just quit?

Luis pops the trunk and Emilio places his bag in it as his father heads to the driver's side.

Clara Martins
Damnit, talk to me Em. Why the hell are you leaving? Please tell me you wasn't being serious about what you said.

Emilio sighs as he closes the trunk and begins to walk towards the passenger seat. He tries to open the door but Clara blocks the door.

Clara Martins
I want an explanation. Right now, Em.

The young Vialpando looks down to the concrete floor and back up to her seeing how her she was about him leaving.

Emilio Vialpando
Te llamaré más tarde, ¿de acuerdo?

Clara Martins
Lo prometes?

Emilio nods as he opens the door.

Emilio Vialpando
Si. Look I gotta go Clara.

Clara steps to the side letting him get inside the car. He closes the door behind him and watches him pull off. A tear begins to fall down her cheek as a cameraman walks up to Clara.

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Yo. What did he say? He say why he quit?

She shakes her head and walks away. The scene then fades away as the car leaves the the parking lot. Could this be the last time Emilio Vialpando wrestles for HKW?
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DING DING DING

Here’s your winner and NEWWWWWW HKW CYBER CHAMPION!!!!! RILEYYYYYYY LYNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

Just as the stagehand gave the belt to Lynn - she grabbed it. Tears flowing faster now down her cheek. She looked at the main plate of the belt one good time before kissing it. Only to be KNOCKED OUT BY ALEX J! A big boot to the back of the head! Riley fell down! Alex then stomped Riley’s head out six good times before rolling out of the ring furious.

Watching Jinzai run down to the ring and holding Riley's arm up to celebrate her victory didn't seem to sit well with Alex J as she she walked up the ramp. She stops in her tracks and turns around to have the two. Over the sound of the cheers, and screaming, Alex J roars over the crowd.


ALEX J: THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING JOKE!

The crowd goes silent as the wrestler makes her way towards the announcers table. She snatches the microphone from one of the announcers.

ALEX J: WAYMENT....wait all the way a fucking minute!!

Alex paces back and forth, still trying to gather her own thoughts.

ALEX J: Ain't no way y'all really bout to let this bitch go home wit this fucking title. Nah!! That ain't happening. Let's get this shit going. Emilio and them gon have to wait. Hell the fuck no.

Boos fill the arena as Alex requests a one on one rematch between herself and the new champion. One fan, sitting close to where Alex was standing yells out to her,"you lost! Go home!" Alex laughs as she approaches the fan. Grabbing his face, Alex spits right into his eye and pushes him into the rest of the crowd.

Alex: Fuck you! How bout you take ya Mr. Potato head lookin ass home! I ain't leaving this bitch till somebody gimme my deal. Banana boat bitch ass got Risky. He ain't give a shit bout this belt. Why would he? Daddy already promised him something bigger.

She giggles,shaking her head.


ALEX J: and this bitch.. this bitch was fired! Now she's ya new champion? Mind you she gave a hell of a performance. "oh daddy I'll quit if I lose! I promise."

She mocks Riley and begins prancing around the table.

ALEX J: I want my match! Brandon!!! I know you can hear me!! Give me my match!! And I want it now!

Not even a second later an irate Brandon Banks storms out onto the stage with a chicken wing in his hand, and a referee following behind him. Banks chews down whatever food was in his mouth before he turns around and mouths some directions to the referee. After a little bit, the referee darts down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring next to Alex. Banks, still chomping away at his food, looks up and down the entrance ramp, signaling the he wants a microphone. After a few good seconds, one of the stagehands run up to Banks and hand him a microphone just as he swallows down his last piece of food.

BB: Well… You heard the girl. She wants her damn rematch! So, Riley...you got like twenty seconds flat to get out here and be the fighting champion you are or your ass is fired again and I’ll hand that damn strap over to Alex if I gotta. I give no fucks. Get your ass out heeeeeeeere….now.

A couple seconds pass by, No Riley. The impatient Banks stomps up toward the entrance ramp and peeks his head behind the curtain.

BB: You find that bitch or nah? NAH?! WELL YOU BETTER FIND HER ASS ASAP OR IMA FIRE YO ASS FOR BEIN’ A PIECE OF SHIT!

Banks turns around and walks back down the entrance ramp, his cheeks a softer shade of red.

BB: She on the way...I think.

Alex J slow claps with the phoniest smile plastered on her face.

ALEX J: Good show Banks! Good show. You know she ain't coming out. Where is she? In your office? In your car waiting on you. I bet y'all bout to go celebrate together ain't yall?

Banks looks puzzled as he spins himself around and looks directly at the ring.

BB: Wait...what? The hell you tryna accuse me of here, Alex...JAY?!

He says “Jay” with some sass in his voice.

BB: Me and Criley got a history that goes back years, bruh. For YEARS I’ve hated that bitches guts, and you’re out here accusing ME of...huuuuuuhwhat? You think this all parta some plan, don’t you? You think that I, a person who despises Riley more than you do, actually had it planned to make sure she walked outta here with the Cyber title? Hah...HAHAHAHAHA. Damn. I think you done lost your mind, chica.

Alex bursts out laughing. Her legs begin to shake with anger.

ALEX J: Okay. So I'll answer your question with another question. You actually expect me to believe that a bitch who been in this industry for years, no real talent, who has never been able to win anything on her own won this thing with no assistance from anybody? I made this girl. I'm the reason she even got to stand in that ring tonight.I know she ain't shit. You "know she ain't shit" You really telling me she earned this shit with no help. So if you ain't do it who did? Risky? That's why Cole walked off? Let a bitch know? If it wasn't you, you're wasting my time opening your mouth to speak.

She looks around the arena, searching for the new cyber champ.

ALEX J: Bring her out here! If she won with no help the first time, it'll be a breeze for her to do it again right? While you at it, you might as well bring Jin bitch ass out here too! I want a piece of his ass too.

Banks looks down toward Alex J and hits her with the Kobe facepalm.

BB: Yep. You lost your mind. Listen, I’ma let you go back to your conspiracy theories and all this and all that, but you just spit in that fans face, didn’t you?

The crowd in attendance uprises with a ‘yes’ chant.

BB: She did, didn’t she? Damn, no bueno, Alex JAY. We got a strict fan-wrestler policy and typically, spitting in some fans eye is grounds for termination! But, you know what? I don’t feel like firing you. You actually amuse me, and these little conniption’s of yours are something that I’m looking forward to...soooooooooooo…

Banks pats his chin with his index finger of his freehand.

BB: I know what I’ma do! I’ma hit you right where it hurts. I’ma hit ya in the pockets! I’ma hit ya in the monnnaaaaaaay!

The crowd chants ‘fine her’ as Banks paces around the top of the ramp.

BB: Yeah, I’ma fine her. I just don’t know how much yet. You know what? Alex? I’ma let you decide how much I’ma fine ya. You look like you got some unresolved anger issues over there, and I feel like you gotta...let em out, per se. Sooooo, I’ma give you this chance to destroy whatever the hell you want around the ring, and I’ma have some waste in the back tally up all the damages, add in the spittin’ in the fans face fine, and have it mailed to ya sometime later in the week. Sound good? Sounds good!

Banks waves goodbye to Alex and walks back up the ramp. Alex simply laughs at Banks. But she decides to oblige him on his offer. She hops out of the ring and walks back over to the announcers' table picking up the bell. She beats at the bell a few times before tossing it across the arena. She then proceeds to destroy the rest of the table. As the cameraman comes closer to record the action,an annoyed Alex J drop kicks him, sending him and his camera crashingto the ground.

ALEX J: How much is this costing me huh?!

Alex begins laughing hysterically as she continues to destroy anything she could get her a hands on. The crowd continues to boo her and throw trash at her. Alex picks up a soda cup that was tossed at her and sends it flying back into the audience connecting with another fan's face.

ALEX J: don't feel like firing me!? I wonder why! Cuz you know what the fuck y'all did! Every single one of y'all in this company is some fucking snakes. Sit behind ya fucking desks and figure out how y'all gonna fuck up Alex Shit huh?

After Alex has held the event up for just a little too long, security is called out to the ring. Alex sees them coming and jumps into the audience she pushes her way through the crowd laughing out loud. She knocks a few people down as she runs for the emergency exit. She kicks the door open,sounding the alarm. She runs out laughing at the top of her lungs.

ALEX J: I'll be back! Promise I'll be back. Coming for all y'all.

Alex's Mic loses connection as she leaves the building. The scene fades to black

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Hunter is sitting backstage with a trainer wrapping up his ribs. Across from Hunter leaning against the lockers in the room is Sir Chairles Folds. Hunter is looking at the chair with an intent look in his eyes as the trainer continues to wrap.

Hunter Werth: I know. I know. Shit man, you don't think that was the first thing I thought.

Chairles Folds: OBVIOUSLY NOT. YOU SITTING HERE FEELING SORRY FOR YOSELF. YOU DID MEET ONE OF YOUR GOALS BRUH.

Hunter Werth: Yeah you're right. I may not have that Golden Opportunity briefcase, but at least Kenneth Mathews is being attended to in the same way that I am.

Chairles Folds: AND YOU GAVE THE EVENTUAL WINNER ONE HELL OF A BUMP TO REMEMBER YOU NOTHING TO FUCK WITH.

Hunter Werth: Yeah, that powerbomb was some sick shit wasn't it. I'm not sure what the hell I was thinking. EVERYTHING could have gone wrong had anything gone wrong with that move. But I know that Jason Mentez is getting just as much help tonight after the show as I am. So I guess that's something.

The trainer looks up a Hunter as he talks to a chair. He looks over at the chair with the painted mustache and abs. He shakes his head.

Trainer: I'm gonna check you for a concussion after I'm done with your ribs Hunter.

Hunter Werth: Yeah ok, cool.

Chairles Folds: BRUH, AND YOU KNOW THAT THIS AIN'T OVER. THEM PC FUCKS GONNA CONTINUE TO FUCK WITH YOU. YOU GOTTA END THINGS.

Hunter Werth: You're right, but as I take down a member of Project Continuum it seems that another will pop-up and take the other's place. I'll be fighting this battle til I have to fucking retire.

Chairles Folds: PADAWAN LISTEN, CUT OFF THE HEAD AND THE BODY DIES. THAT'S SOME OLD CHINESE PROVERB OR SOME SHIT. KILL MATHEWS AND WATCH PROJECT CONTINUUM TURN TO ASH.

Hunter nods at Chairles assessment. It makes sense to him. The trainer has finished taping up Hunter. He then holds a light up pointing it in Hunter's eye as he blinks at the glare.

Trainer: Follow the light please Hunter.

Hunter Werth: You're right about that Chairles. What the hell they gonna do if they're leader is gone. I bet they scatter like the rats they are. Once this lethal lottery tag tournement ends, or if I end up fighting Kenneth in it. I'm ending his little crusade. I came back to HKW for better than this, and I'm gonna fucking take it.

Chairles Folds: AYEEEE, THAT'S THE FUCKING SPIRIT.

Trainer: Well there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with you Hunter, beyond some bruised ribs.

Hunter looks away from Chairles at the trainer.

Hunter Werth: Of course there isn't. I told you there wasn't.

The trainer shrugs and packs up his things. He then stands to his feet and walks out of the locker room.

Hunter Werth: Let's go get a beer at the airport before our flight. What do you say?

Chairles Folds: I SAY YOU'RE FUCKING BUYING. I WON AT EVERYTHING TONIGHT, I DESERVE IT.

Hunter Werth: Way to rub it in asshole. Let's get going, I don't want to miss our flight. I wonder if they know who my partner is yet.

Hunter stands up grabbing Chairles and holding him unders his arm. He then heads towards the door holding up his phone and looking over the Lethal Lottery field on the HKW website.

Hunter Werth: Oh shit. Jaxon Queen... it's over.

Hunter hits the lights as him and Chairles leave the locker room. The scene fades to black.
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We open just behind the curtain, where the victorious Scott Sexton is aided to the back by Hunter Mason and Aiden Black. Once back behind the curtain, though, Sexton starts laughing, almost deliriously, letting both of his Project Continuum brethren go. He nods that he's alright, and Black and Mason head off. Scott runs both hands over his bloodied forehead, pushing the blood into his hair as he turns to find himself being recorded. A sly, devilish smirk rises on the Manc's face...

But for a moment, he doesn't say anything...

In fact, there's a rather pregnant pause between Sexton realizing he's being filmed and actually responding to it, the silence of which he fills with another bout of laughter. When he does finally speak, though...it's fairly simple...


sCOTT sEXTON: Tank?

sCOTT sEXTON: ...Smashed.

Scott starts laughing again, exhaling sharply before pushing the camera away, turning to leave before the cameraman can recover his shot.
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We find Jaxon Queen backstage, sitting on top of one of the equipment crates, white towel over his head as he stares down at his wrestling boots. The cameraman that has found the young man realizes that he's having his own moment, thinking about the loss he suffered earlier tonight in the Cyber Golden Opportunity match.

CAMERAMAN: Can we get your thoughts on your matchup tonight?

JAXON QUEEN: My thoughts?

Queen sighs as he looks away from his boots, slowly removing the towel over his head, before he looks right at the cameraman, the small cut on his forehead having been repaired earlier.

JAXON QUEEN: The only thought running through my mind at this moment is the fact that I was on yet another big stage- another pay-per-view- and I lost...again. Granted, the first two times were because of that fucking slimebag, Eddie Ramirez, but I FIXED that problem. Nothing should have stopped me tonight from walking out of here with that case. Or even better, with that Cyber championship. I truly thought I was going to be the man tonight. I thought I was going to be the victor....but I wasn't.

Another sigh from Queen.

JAXON QUEEN: Jinzai proved to everyone out here tonight that he was the better man. And that is exactly why that briefcase is now in his possession.

CAMERAMAN: Is that why you raised his hand after the match?

Jaxon nods.

JAXON QUEEN: That's precisely why. Jinzai fought a clean fight tonight. He won that match using just the skills that he's got. He didn't need any outside help. He didn't need to pull off an illegal move like a low blow. The guy holds that briefcase because he was better tonight. And that's why I raised his hand tonight. As a sign of my appreciation for the fact that he actually fights like a man, unlike a new group of supreme level fuckboys.

Queen mouths the words "Project Continuum" before the cameraman speaks again.

CAMERAMAN: So, I guess the question is, are you going to be mentally and physically ready for your match on iGNiTE in less than two weeks?

Jaxon's right eyebrow slowly rises as he looks confused.

JAXON QUEEN: I'm always physically ready. Doesn't matter if I'm walking out to that ring on goddamn crutches. I'll be ready. And mentally, I'll be ready too. This is a tough loss, but I'm not one who dwells on them too long. But, uh, you mentioned something about my match on the next iGNiTE?

CAMERAMAN: Yeah, you're competing in the Lethal Lotto Tag Team tournament where random pairings are made.

Queen quickly hops off from where he's sitting and stares a hole through the cameraman.

JAXON QUEEN: I must have heard you wrong. You must be joking or something because I swear I heard you say that I, a guy that's been screwed over after being put in a random tag team, am going to be part of a tournament where I get another random tag partner. I must have heard you wrong, because no one in their right mind would put me in this tournament.

Jaxon is now sporting a scowl as he looks past the camera and at the cameraman for answers.

CAMERAMAN: I think this one's going to end better for you, I hope. Because....because your partner is...Hunter Werth.

The scowl disappears from the former tag champion's face and it is slowly replaced by a smirk. The young man then nods his head in approval of the partner he's been drawn with.

JAXON QUEEN: You know what? Forget I even called them crazy. They at least put me with someone I KNOW ain't going to screw me over. And knowing that Hunter is even better than before now....well, we're going to win this entire thing then. I'd say you can pretty much bet on that one.

Queen then turns and begins to head off before he is suddenly stopped by a medical trainer, who hands his a swab. Jaxon looks at it with confusion before looking up at the medical trainer.

JAXON QUEEN: The fuck is this?

MEDICAL TRAINER: We need you to swab the inside of your cheek. Need it for a DNA test so that we can make sure you're not the half brother of Felicity and Brandon Banks.

JAXON QUEEN: Fuck no, I'm not. I ain't doing this shit. I'm not their goddamn sibling. Give this to someone else.

The medical trainer doesn't budge, forcing Queen to let out a sigh.

MEDICAL TRAINER: I think you may actually be a frontrunner at this point. Got black hair, curse up a storm just like BB. If you want, we can take blood instead? But I know wrestlers don't like losing too much blood.

Queen rolls his eyes before he takes the swab and starts rubbing the inside of his cheek.

JAXON QUEEN: *muttering* This some bullshit...

We then cut to somewhere else as Queen finishes giving his swab sample.
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