| DEFIANCE [B]XXXII[/B]; Waikiki Beach in Ohahu, Hawaii | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | May 9 2015, 10:00 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Waikiki Beach in Ohahu, Hawaii The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the House of Pain poster. ![]() To kick off the show, a wide shot of the audience is shown with Waikiki Beach in the background. The cameras pan toward the ring where we already see Bryan Bibby, attorney, standing in the center, papers in his hands. Outside the ring, multiple members of the Defiance and iGNiTE rosters (and some staff) surround it, friends standing next to friends (like Jaxon Queen and Hunter Werth and Jinzai next to one another). Bibby then clears his throat as the theme for Defiance slowly dies down and the audience gets quiet. BRYAN BIBBY: Good evening, all. I am Mr. Bryan Bibby, lawyer to the late great uncle of Brandon & Felicity Banks, Gambino, and Luke Wisia....and one other family member whose identity we will be finding out right now. So, if the Banks clan could please join me in the ring for this, I think it’d be a good idea. “Return of Simba” by J.Cole blares over the sound system as Banks comes out onto the entrance ramp, stomping his way down to the ring. He stops mid ramp and looks out at the beach, threatening one of the fans at ringside by telling them he was going to throw them in the water. He looks back at Bibby and then the rest of the HKW roster, a disgusted look on his face as he makes it the ring. Banks takes his sweet time walking up the steps and finally enters the ring, motioning for the music to be cut. BRANDON BANKS: We’re really doing this then? We’re seriously broadcasting my life out to these jackasses in Hawaii and to the jackasses at home? The fuck kinda bullshit is this, Bibby? I thought this was some late ass April fools joke at first, but now you’re gettin’ on my nerves with this shit. Banks looks away from Bibby and points at his roster on the outside. BRANDON BANKS: Ain’t a single one of you related to me. Especially you, Tanner. Banks points at Sands and turns his attention back to Bibby. BRANDON BANKS: You wastin’ my time. You’re wasting show time, and you’re wastin’ company money by havin’ all my wrestlers out here for no reason! Banks turns back at the roster and walks to the nearest ropes. He hops onto the bottom and puts his foot on the middle as he screams at his roster. BRANDON BANKS: GET YOUR ASSES IN THE BACK AND GET READY FOR YALL MATCHES, BRUH. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?! Bibby clears his throat, catching the attention of Banks once more. He then flashes Banks a smile. BRYAN BIBBY: This wasn’t my idea. It was HBO’s. And I can tell you for a fact that I am holding the test results right here and one person surrounding this ring is your sibling. Now, you said I’m wasting time, so let’s get to it. I’ve been told by HBO that they want this to become an elimination game, so if one of you doesn’t match the description, you head to the back and...ahem, “GET READY FOR YALL MATCHES, BRUH”. Simple, yes? Bibby looks at the first note before he speaks again, looking right at Banks. Banks flips Bibby off and leans up against the ro BRYAN BIBBY: First one. Your sibling is not a person who holds authority here in HKW. Lyle Risky, Selena King, and Barrett Keaton Huff among others are seen leaving the ringside area and slowly heading to the back as the first clue is given. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number two. Your sibling was born...AFTER 1985. Ryan Corey and commentator William Burke are seen both heading up the ramp and to the back among others, both over the age of 30. Bibby then looks at his next note as the group of people surrounding the ring has shrunk down a bit. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number three. Your sibling...DOES NOT have blonde hair. Both members of KOCHANKI, Vanessa Cade, Aries Armadaist, and other blonde hair having wrestlers are seen heading off, either up the ramp or back to their positions ringside, the entire commentary team now pretty much back together. BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, I coulda told you dumbasses that one. Get ya asses on outta here. Get ready to do ya damn job. Bibby just clears his throat as he takes one look at BB, who is just staring a hole through him. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number four. Your sibling...IS caucasian. Bayani Arroyo, Tank, and Damien Marks all head off, Damien yelling that he’s still REALLA REAL. Bibby shakes his head at Marks’ reaction before continuing with what he was assigned to do. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number five. Halfway through. This hint says that your sibling...is a male. Zagan, Ashley Sullivan, Ina Ina, and all the other women ringside slowly begin to leave as now all men surround the ring, most of them looking around at one another as the group has thinned down to less than 20 men. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number six. Your sibling has spent some time here. He has been in this company for at least six months. AvD, Stryker, and Scott Sexton and others leave ringside and head to the back as we are down to about ten different men. Bibby clears his throat again as he looks at the next hint. BRYAN BIBBY: It’s all about location with this one as your sibling has lived or currently lives in the east coast. All remaining members of A.S.H., Tanner Sands, and Jack Warren are heading to the back as Warren seems the most disappointed of the group to be eliminated while we’re sure A.S.H. is just glad that they aren’t related. BRANDON BANKS: This is a fuckin’ game show now?! AM I ON A FUCKIN’ GAME SHOW?! Bibby then motions for the final six men (Heath Harper, Kai, Zakk Lewis, Banahan Cole, Jaxon Queen, and Rhys Baines) to enter the ring and they all slowly do. Once they’re all in, Bibby reads off the next hint. BRYAN BIBBY: For those of you who are not over 210 pounds, please leave the ring. You are not the sibling of Brandon Banks. Zakk Lewis, Heath Harper, and Banahan, Cole all slowly clear the ring, leaving Kai, Jaxon Queen, and Rhys Baines (who has two soldiers- Lorenzo and Jensen Wolfe- in the ring with him). Jaxon, Rhys, and Kai all look at one another as they try to think about who could be Brandon’s sibling. Bibby looks at all three men before continuing on. BRYAN BIBBY: Hint number nine. One more hint after this. Your half brother, Brandon, is currently NOT wearing face paint. Kai, realizing that he is, slowly exits the ring as it is now just down to Rhys Baines and Jaxon Queen. Bibby looks at both men and then back at Brandon. BRYAN BIBBY: One of these men is your half brother. Certainly an interesting few as final candidates, yes? Let’s continue on. Here’s the final hint. Bibby clears his throat once more. BRYAN BIBBY: Your brother...DOES NOT have a beard. Rhys Baines quickly feels the facial hair around his face and shrugs before all eyes turn to the person who’s matched up all of these hints; Jaxon Queen. Jaxon looks absolutely flabbergasted as he looks at Bibby, then at BB, then at Rhys, then at the audience, before shaking his head. He tries to make his case that he’s not BB’s brother and that Bibby made a mistake as BB has now leaned off of the ropes and looks right at Jaxon. Bibby shakes his head as Jaxon keeps telling him there’s a mistake. BRYAN BIBBY: There is no mistake, Mr. Queen. The half brother of Brandon Banks is...... Bibby raises up his free hand and extends out his index finger before pointing it towards the opposite corner from where Queen’s at. BRYAN BIBBY: JENSEN WOLFE! The audience goes silent as Jensen and company had already turned their back and while Lorenzo and Rhys had left the ring, he still hadn’t, stopping in his tracks after hearing his stage name shouted through the microphone. Jensen slowly turns, wide-eyed, as Jaxon rolls out of the ring, letting out a sigh of relief. Jensen and Brandon then step closer until they are within striking distance. They look right at each other before Jensen shakes his head and slowly backpedals, exiting the ring before brushing past Rhys and Lorenzo so as to head backstage. Bibby hands BB the test results, showing him certain things that proves that Jensen is his brother. Banks stuffs the test results into his jeans pocket and storms out of the ring as Defiance goes backstage. ![]() Jay and Jessie Gatz are standing on the beach and look to be hyped up for tonight’s show. Jay is in his wrestling gear while Jessie is wearing a Georgia Bulldogs t-shirt and black shorts. JAY GATZ: Well hey dere Hawaii looks lyke da Redneck Wreckin Crew just came bussin thru yo doors! Tonight makes the official Defiance debut of Twin Gatz! Well mostly jus myself since Jessie ain’t gunna rassle but that ain’t no thang ta worry bout tonight! Nah tonight is all about me goin out thurr and kickin sum big Samoans ass! Nah I’m gon be honest hurr Maivia, I have no idear how ta even say yo first name so I’m jus gon call you Leafy. Jessie then leans forward and interjects. JESSIE GATZ: Like dat Toronto hockey team! Jay just stares at his brother and shakes his head. JAY GATZ: Sure Jessie. Nah Leafy you a big boy dat is evident. An big boys like ta eat. But the only thang gettin cooked up foe you is one hell of a southern fried ass whoopin! So I’m hopin dat you comin hungry cause I’m ready ta shove my boot so far up yo ass day you gon be flossin wit da laces! I’m ready Hawaii and y’all better be too! GO DAWGS! TELL EM JESSIE! Jessie then gets in the face of the camera, his missing teeth clearly showing. JESSIE GATZ: SHOYOURITE! The scene then ends with Jay pulling Jessie away. ![]() Onyx is shown leaning her back against a wall in her wrestling gear. Looking ready for her match against Fran, the new No Limits champion. Looking down, she rubs her chin with a slight smile on her face as she slightly adjusts the World title on her shoulder. ONYX PAYNE: FelonyX… Is it over? Her smile only grew as she looks up into the camera. ONYX PAYNE: Not by a long shot. But for now, I think me and Felicity are going to go our separate ways. She is going to go on and achieve something great. Something that will be marked down as a first in HKW history, because that is what she does. She goes out and sets the bar. To challenge her peers to either get there, or to try to do better. First Woman to hold the HKW World championship, first to hold two titles at once... That is what Felicity is all about. Being the first. When one door closes, another one opens, and I have no doubt that she is eyeing her next big accomplishment. Like being the first ever triple crown champion. That is something I doubt she is going to let another be crowned as. She is the queen of HKW after all, and a queen needs her crown. Placing a hand on her chest, Onyx shrugs. ONYX PAYNE: As for me… I’m looking at what’s in front of me. I’m the HKW World champion. No question. What I went through with Felicity proved that I deserve this /lifts up title/ But with this… /she looks at her title/ comes great responsibility. I am representing this division. People are looking up to me, and I have to set an example. I have to pave the way for future HKW World champions. Like Zakk Lewis, who won the golden opportunity for this title. Like Shane Atwater, who won the number one contendership. I’m looking forward to facing both of these men… for different reasons. Her expressions changes to one of seriousness as she takes a deep breathe. ONYX PAYNE: Shane Atwater. Me and you… We’ve been through just about the same obstacles. We both tried to do the right things, play by the rules but, while we were doing our best to be/set good examples, some how people came and took things from us that weren’t playing by the rules. We had that struggle, that moment when we started questioning ourselves. What should I do? Should I keep walking the straight and narrow, or should I stoop down to their level? I have to admit, that knowing that I could play on that level... I felt proud of myself, until I was staring out into the world behind bars. Karma. Rolling her eyes, she repeats the word while chuckling softly. ONYX PAYNE: If you keep true to yourself, the people who had to manipulate the system to get what they wanted will have to deal with it eventually. Your opponents, came face to face with karma at Dream On, didn’t they? Now you’re number one contender, and they’re not. They’ve been asking themselves what ifs since that night, you haven’t. They got rewarded with karma, and you got rewarded with a chance at representing a division, and I’m honored that I will be the person you get to do it against… for now. I respect you. You’re an honest man, Shane. You worked your ass off to get this chance. Your destiny is set in stone. No matter what happens, you are still going to be number one contender. You’re still going to have your match. As for me… I have a shadow that will be following me by the name of Zakk Lewis. She takes her thumb and points behind her as she glides her tongue over her upper teeth, her eyes falling to the the upper right as she began to shake her head. ONYX PAYNE: Now me and Zakk have history. We have unfinished business. I didn’t forget what happened when we were supposed to face each other in the All or Nothing Series, Zakk. Do you remember what happened? You said that I wasn’t worth your time, because I wasn’t a legend, because I didn’t have anything you wanted. So you didn’t show up. You forfeited like a coward. After that, you could say that I lived your dream. I got what you wanted. I became number one contender, I went on to beat Felicity, and I became the HKW World champion. I already know that you’re upset since I walked out of Dream On still the champion, and you don’t get to face Felicity Banks when you decide to cash in but, I know since I have something you want…/she gestures to the world title/ you’re not just going to not show up. This title is like my insurance policy against you. To guarantee that you will show up, and you will fight me. I’m warning you now, Lewis. That I’m prepared to face you. Anytime. Anywhere. You just have to ask yourself one question… Will you be prepared to face me? Staring into the camera, it slowly begins to fade to black as it shows her making her way around the cameraman and down the hall. ![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! The bells ring and both competitors waste no time locking up in the middle of the ring. It looks like Leifi lifts Jay up for the sidewalk slam, but Jay starts off the match with a reversal and nailing a sidewalk slam of his own. Hay sets Leifi back up to his feet and gets the crowd into the match with a smooth snap suplex that sends Leifi to the corner of the ropes. Jay runs forward again, putting all the pressure on Maivia, but it’s the Reaper who counters this time. He hits the Gatz brother with a big boot and puts him flat on his back. When Jay gets back to his feet, he is stuck in the corner as Leifi begins to hit him with a series of shoulder blocks. On the last one, Jay dives out of the way and Leifi goes shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle. He backs up a few steps and is lifted up and thrown down with a pumphandle slam from Jay Gatz! He hooks the leg for pin as the referee falls into place. One…. Two… Kickout! Leifi gets a shoulder up before the three count as the crowd lets out a sigh. Jay Gatz is persistent though and forcing Leifi back up again. He throws Leifi into the ropes and goes for the clothesline when he bounces off. Maivia ducks under the attempted attack and hits the ropes once again, this time coming back on the offensive. He hits Jay Gatz with a shoulder tackle, but doesn’t stop there. When he sees a groggy Gatz try to climb back up, he lifted him up and thrown him back down again with a spinebuster. Leifi is fired up and throws his hands up to the crowd as Jay is trying to regain his composure. He turns around almost not quick enough to see Gatz coming at him with a spear! Superman Punch reversal!! Leifi hooks both of Jay’s legs for the pin! One... Two… T-NO! Leifi slaps the mat and stands up to argue with the referee about the count. Jay Gatz is slowly getting to his feet, but manages to in time before Leifi can notice him. Boot Shining from Gatz to Leifi! It was hit with enough power to send Leifi through the middle rope and to the outside of the ring. The referee is telling Gatz to bring to the match back into the ring, but has already perched himself up on the nearest turnbuckle. Gatz throws himself off when Leifi gets to his feet and hits him with the jumping DDT. The referee is shaking his head as both men are down on the outside and begins to count. One… Two…. Leifi grabs onto Gatz as he is standing up and it forces him back to his feet as well. He throws Jay shoulder first into the barrier and then lifts his opponent back up with his hands around his neck and drops him back first onto the top of the barrier with a two handed chokeslam. Three…. Four… Leifi tries to lift Gatz back to his feet and throw him into the barrier once more, but it’s reversed and Jay throws Leifi away from him with a fallaway slam. Moth men are down, but Gatz is the one pulling Leifi by the arm to try and drag him back into the ring. Leifi refuses though and kicks Jay into the steel post. Five… Six… This time it’s Leifi who is trying to climb back into the ring, but Jay jumps on his back and stops him from sliding under the bottom rope. Leifi falls backwards onto his back, slamming down Jay on the outside. He is catching his breath and slowly getting back up. Seven… Eight…. Leifi is reaching underneath the bottom rope, clawing to get back into the ring. Jay Gatz is on the ground and reaches out to grab Leifi by the foot and holding him there until the referee throws up his hands. Nine… TEN! He signals for the bell as Leifi slaps the mat and turns around to Jay Gatz. They begin to brawl until the workers on ringside duty have to get between them and break it up. WINNER - DRAW VIA DOUBLE COUNT OUT (7:55) ![]() The scene opens with LAX's very own Eva Castro looking at a piece of paper with tonight's card. As she looks down the sheet of paper she see that she's in the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament and her partner....Aurora Master. Eva's eyes grow big with rage. EVA CASTRO: UGH! This can't be right. No. No. No. No. This can not be right. She balls up the piece of paper and throws it across the hall. EVA CASTRO: Where is she? Eva begins to walk down the hall in search of the rival and tag team partner. As she spots her Eva makes her way over pointing her finger at Aurora. EVA CASTRO: Hey! Don't you even think about ruining this night for me like you did at Dream On! I should have been the one cashing in that brief case. I should be the No Limits Champion not that lunatic bitch! ME! I swear if you screw this up tonight I will beat your ass. Do you hear me, Ms. Inferior? Aurora turns around, supporting her title on her shoulder as usual. She seems more annoyed than angry. She rolls her eyes when Eva finishes talking. AURORA MASTER: I guess a Neanderthal like you that can’t even figure out the difference between “Superior” and “Inferior” can’t expect you to understand, but I’ll explain it very simply to you: If you decide to jump out of ladder in a way that, not only, almost killed you, but almost killed three other people, including me, as well. You can’t really come and complain that it’s MY fault, can you? Regardless… I know you hate me, and I know I hate you, a lot, seriously, you’re horrible. But we need to try not to turn against each other today. My plan is for you to not get in my way, and I’ll make sure to never get near you as well, unless, you know… for tags. That’s it. I hope your inferior brain can understand something as simple as that. Now, I’m a busy woman, so go do… whatever the hell fake Spanish people do during their free time, I’m going to play Playstation. Aurora turns around and waves her hand as she leaves out of the scene. Eva stands there with her arms crossed. EVA CASTRO: Fake spanish people? Que? She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. EVA CASTRO: Idiota.. The scene fades away as Eva walks in the opposite direction. ![]() Slipknot's "[515]" hits the PA System, as the audience engulfs itself in boos. Out from behind the curtain comes the three members of the Church of Illusionism and their leader. In front stands Mirage, the leader of the Church. To his left stands Bloody Mary, the first official members. To the right, Nightmare, the second member. And, finally, behind Mirage stands Abaddon, with Mirage's favorite toy, the baseball bat covered in barbed wire, in his hands. It should be noted that dried blood is seen all over the bat and its barbed wire, indicating that it is, indeed, the bat Abaddon used at Dream On against Ryan Corey. Also from that night, Abaddon is sporting numerous stitches and bandages all over his body. Mirage is dressed in a cheap suit and his usual ripped beige mask, whilst Mary is wearing black faded skinny jeans, black sneakers and a black Church tank top, Nightmare is wearing all black as well, in the form of cargo pants, boots and a long sleeve shirt and Abaddon is wearing blue jeans and a black Church shirt. BRIAN MASON: Uh oh. We haven't heard from Abaddon or the rest of these so-called Illusionists since Dream On, when he faced Ryan Corey in the legendary Thirty Minutes in Hell Match that Ryan won, with a score of four to three. JERMAINE MARKS: Abaddon looks like he's still pretty banged up from that match, too, slime. The four superstars make their way to the ring accompanied by the haunting screams in "[515]" screeching over the boos of the fans. They walk up the steps in order, Mirage, Mary, Nightmare and finally Abaddon, and they all enter the ring. Mirage calmly asks for a microphone from HKW's ring announcer, Whisper Viperi. She obliges. MIRAGE: Now do you get it? Now do you understand just what we're willing to do to get our message across? Look at this man. Mirage points at Abaddon. MIRAGE: Look at the battle wounds all over his body. Some of these are at the hands of Ryan Corey, others are self inflicted. This man went to hell for thirty consecutive minutes. And you know what? He lost. Finally, something the fans like. They cheer for the fact that Ryan Corey beat Abaddon. MIRAGE: You like that, huh? It pleases you to know that Abaddon was defeated, yes? Heh. Typical. That's the thing, Abaddon wasn't defeated. We weren't defeated. Wins and losses on paper mean nothing. It's the moral wins and losses that count. We took Ryan Corey to a new level at Dream On. We brought out the inner animal of Ryan Corey. Your so-called hero went to lengths no ordinary, no sane man would go through to beat Abaddon. We've proven that even the brightest of heroes have the darkest of demons inside them. If you don't believe me, watch the footage. Watch what Ryan and Abaddon did to each other. Watch all the blood, sweat and tears they left in that ring - in that cage! If your hero is capable of something so despicable, so evil, who else is capable of such stuff? The simple answer is everyone. We all have the capabilities inside of ourselves to let out the demons that run through our minds and escape into a world like no other. It is our destiny to be the monsters we truly are. But when the entire world is comprised of such beings, who will be there to fight them? Who will be there to stand up for justice? No one. Justice is a facade. Justice is a lie. Justice is ... a mirage. Let us set the world ablaze and then watch its destruction together! This is our world now! Fans shower Mirage with boos as he lets out a light laugh from behind his ripped mask. BRIAN MASON: This guy is a lunatic! RANDY THE PILOT: You're just now figuring this out? Mirage looks at Abaddon, whom asks for the microphone. He nods, handing it over to his protégé. Mirage looks out at the crowd as Abaddon speaks. ABADDON: You know, when I was first approached by Mirage about joining the Church, I was skeptical. Did I really want to throw myself in with a bunch of psychopaths and lunatics? But then I realized ... I am a psychopath and a lunatic. We all are. Deep down, each and every one of us knows this to be the truth. Some accept it with pride, others deny it with naivety. But in the end, it's the truth. But, even when the world is just one big ball of crazy, there are still goals. We all have them. Despite the madness of the world we live in, we strive for certain things; little glimpses of hope under our horrible circumstances. Do you know what my goals are? No? Good. Because I don't either. Mirage quickly turns towards Abaddon, tilting his head in confusion at that last statement. Abaddon looks directly at Mirage and mouths the words "fuck this". Suddenly, he drops the microphone and grabs a hold of the bat with two hands, wildly swinging it at Mirage and connecting with the head of the masked superstar, the barbed wire cutting through his mask! The audience erupts in cheers at the sudden moment of defiance from Abaddon. BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! Abaddon just struck Mirage with that baseball bat! JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck is he doing?! RANDY THE PILOT: Fuuuuuuck, man. Mary and Nightmare look on, seemingly too shocked to do anything. With Mirage now laid out, Abaddon doesn't give the two other members of the Church any time to retaliate before nailing Nightmare in the mid-section with the bat, dropping him to his knees, and then swinging it into the side of Mary's head! She drops to the canvas, seemingly unconscious, before Abaddon nails Nightmare in the face with a Yakuza Kick that drops him the rest of the way! Fans continue cheering as Abaddon picks up the microphone and holds the baseball bat covered in barbed wire out to Mirage's neck to keep him from moving. ABADDON: Ever since I join your so-called 'Church', what have I gotten out of it? It's all about you. It's all about your bullshit cause. Yes, the world is a fucked up place with fucked up people. I agree. But is that really what matters? No. I'll tell you what matters and it sure as hell isn't pretentious, full of shit, propaganda spewing little cunts like you. What matters is what we do with our fucked up lives and I'll be damned if I spend mine following you like a scared, confused puppy. You wanted me to tap into my inner demons, right? Well how's this for a fucking demon? Fuck the Church. Fuck your religion. And - most importantly - fuck you! Fans continue to cheer wildly for Abaddon for the first time in months, as Mary and Nightmare have both rolled out of the ring and are lying on the outside now. ABADDON: You promised me everything and you gave me nothing. You're nothing more than a lying, conniving, little weasel. You expected me to do your bidding for you because I hit rock bottom and needed a savior. Well, guess what Mirage. I don't need saving anymore, but you damn sure will. You've awoken something far more despicable than you could've ever dreamed of. Kiss the world goodbye, you piece of shit. Abaddon pulls the bat away from Mirage a bit, before swiftly pushing it straight back down into his mask covered face to keep him down. He lays the bat down across Mirage's torso and then exits the ring, pulling up the ring skirt and looking under it. "Where is it?" he can be heard mumbling, "where the fuck is ir?!" BRIAN MASON: Abaddon is looking for something under the ring. I can't imagine this is going to spell good things for Mirage once he finds it. Finally, Abaddon finds what he was looking for, pulling out a canister of gasoline! The crowd cheers loudly yet again, as Abaddon showcases a sinister smile. JERMAINE MARKS: Oh, fuck. BRIAN MASON: That's gasoline! Abaddon must've put that there before we came on the air tonight! What the hell is he going to do with that? RANDY THE PILOT: I can only assume he has one thing on his mind right now. Abaddon reenters the ring, gasoline canister in hand. With Mirage still not moving from the second baseball bat shot to the head, Abaddon takes the lid off of the canister and begins pouring the gasoline all over Mirage! A bunch of officials rush down the ramp in an attempt to stop Abaddon but he tosses the now empty canister out of the ring, cracking one of the officials in the head with it. He then knocks the first official to get on the apron right back off with a punch to the face, causing the rest of the officials to rethink entering the ring. With that distraction out of the way, Abaddon pulls a pack of matches out of his pocket. He lights one of the matches and uses it to light the rest, before bending over and picking up the microphone with his free hand. He takes a few steps back, away from Mirage. ABADDON: By the way, the name's Joey Miles. Following this, he tosses the microphone backwards, sending it out of the ring, and then tosses the lit pack of matches onto Mirage, a fire engulfing the suit wearing Mirage's body! BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! For the first time since Mirage was ever seen on wrestling television, whether it be here, in XWA or even in 2WWF, the masked man yells and screams in agonizing pain, rolling back and forth on the canvas as Abaddon looks at him, the ominous smile again appearing on his face. Fans for once in this segment look on in a stunned silence, most being surprised that Abaddon, or rather Joey, actually did it, but more-so surprised at the reaction of Mirage, a man once thought to be immune to pain, writhing around, screaming and crying as his flesh is tortured in such a barbaric way. Careless of what Joey will do to them at this point, the officials rush the ring, with fire extinguishers in hand. As they put out the flames, Joey casually walks passed them, exiting the ring and making his way to the back, a cheerful smile on his face as if he just rid himself of his biggest demon of all. BRIAN MASON: I can't believe what we just witnessed. Abaddon, Joey Miles, whatever he wants to be called, just set fire to his mentor! JERMAINE MARKS: I ain't never heard Mirage scream like that before, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: I just ... I ... Wow. As medics rush to the ring to tend to Mirage, Miles makes his way to the backstage, as happy as he's ever been. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | May 9 2015, 10:00 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! Both teams are trying to decide who will start the match on both side and it doesn’t seem like any of them are bound to agree. Warren and Bayani finally decide that Arroyo will be starting the match as he sulks to his corner. Eva and Aurora seem to be in more of a non-decision. Aurora then takes things into her own hands pushing Eva unexpected through the ropes as she turns around and match starts. Bayani and Master square up and Arroyo charges. Aurora ducks under the first attack and counters with a crossbody of her own. She goes to pull Bayani back to his feet, but he surprises her with a sitout jawbreaker. Aurora finds herself stunned for the moment as Bayani kneels down and throws back his foot with a spinning heel kick. It brings Aurora off her feet as she almost lands on her neck. Eva is yelling at her from the outside, not yet to get into her corner. Bayani is pulling Aurora back to her feet and throws her into the ropes. He goes for a crossbody block that misses and Aurora continues off the opposite side of the ropes. Eva reaches under the ropes and tries to trip up her partner, but she doesn’t quite get a good grab. At the last minute she drops to a knee and low blows Arroyo when the referee is concentrated on telling Eva to get to her corner. Bayani crumbles to the mat and Master goes for the pin! One…. Two…. NO! Warren dives into the ring and breaks the pin. The referee is in his face and making him return to his corner as Bayani and Aurora are both rising. Aurora goes for a leg drop, but Bayani rolls out of the way. As she stands up, Eva tags herself into the match and storms in. Bayani has reached Warren though and makes the tag, then rolling out of the ring for a breather. Now it’s Castro and Warren who are circling each other in the middle of the ring. Warren dives down and wraps up Eva, putting in the ankle lock. Eva pivots and hits Jack with a shot to the back of the head with a forearm smash. Warren staggers away and Eva follows up with a bulldog. She pulls Warren back up, but he reverses and spins around behind Eva, who turns into a standing dropkick. Warren tries to take advantage with throwing Eva into the corner but she jumps onto the ropes and performs a lionsault with a springboard! It catches Warren midway and took him off guard as he goes down. Eva goes for the pin, but Warren rolls her instead! One…. Two…. KICKOUT! Aurora looks on without lifting a finger to help, but Eva manages to get a shoulder off the mat regardless. Eva crawls away and Warren grabs her to pull her back to the middle of the ring. He reaches over and takes in Bayani, holding Eva as his partner executed an exploder suplex with his help. Bayani pulls Eva in and lifts her up for another suplex, but this it’s reversed and she comes down with a hurricarana. We see her pull in Bayani’s legs and set up for the Eva Lock! Bayani manges to get a foot free somewhere and kick Eva way from him. He is on one knee as Eva charges and executes a slingshot DDT that gives him plenty of space between him and his opponent. Bayani is taunting to the fans and doesn’t notice that Eva rolled and was already on one knee. He turns around, but she has already ran forward and delivers a Pele Kick! She hits the move with such an impact that it backed her up into the corner where Aurora reaches over and tags herself in, just like Eva did earlier in the match. Aurora goes into the match ignoring Eva and the tag as she is yelling at her. The referee is telling Eva to get out of the ring and she eventually complies. Bayani was just now starting to gather himself back to his feet while Aurora watches on. She dives forward when he gets to his feet just to be taken down with a headscissors takedown. Aurora is down in the middle of the ring as Bayani begins to climb the turnbuckle and perch himself on top. He goes for the moonsault, but Master moves out of the way at the last moment, making Bayani hit the mat hard after a beautiful approach. He lands closer to his corner than the middle of the ring though, and uses it to his advantage to tag in Warren before Aurora could get to him. Warren dives in, looking to lift up Aurora into a suplex, but she manages to wiggle free and fall to the mat on back without Warren executing the move. She reaches up and drags Warren across her hip with an arm toss, then locking in a quick armbar. Jack hooks his leg over the armbar though and locks in his own sort of armbar! Aurora somehow manages to weasel her way out of the hold and stands up before Warren can figure out what has happened. She hits him with a dropkick and bounces into the ropes. Before she can get to her opponent, Eva grabs her by the back of the hair from outside the ropes and threw her against the mat. It looks like she has had enough as she comes into the ring, referee slightly confused of whether it was a tag or not. Eva lifts Aurora up and puts her back down with the Tiger Driver! She doesn’t stop there as she unleashes a fury of kicks on the already done Aurora. Eva starts banging Aurora’s head off the mat before she is satisfied and slides back out to the outside. Warren doesn’t care as he dives forward for the pin when Eva left the ring. One… Two… THREEEEE!!!! Aurora rolls to the outside as Warren and Bayani celebrate their victory inside the ring. Eva notices that Aurora has slide out and continues her attack on her, throwing her shoulder first into the steel steps. WINNERS - BAYANI ARROYO AND JACK WARREN (13:38) ![]() The scene fades to the backstage area as Zero McHannon is seen walking down the hall. The crowd pops as the see the recently returned superstar and former HKW Co-General Manager. It looks as if he just trying to enjoy the show for a change before he turns the corner to the row of offices. He takes a drink from the water he was holding before he passes Risky’s office, sneaking a peek inside the open door before walking by. His eyes met with Risky’s before Zero could walk away and was forced to turn around to the yelling. LYLE RISKY: HEY! HEY GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! As Zero turned around there stood the raging Co-Owner. LYLE RISKY: Who the hell do you think you are huh?! Risky pokes at his chest as he speaks. LYLE RISKY: Huh?! Who the in the holy grail fuck do you think you are? Who told you that you could just up and save that son of a slut Romeo huh?! Last time I checked you hated his guts now you come back and you save him?! He gave a cold stare to Risky, not saying anything for several seconds. Zero slid the water into his back pocket and crossed his arms. ZERO MCHANNON: If I have to explain things to you, than you clearly you’re the one forgetting who they really are, Risky. For a guy that goes through a different girl every couple months, I wouldn’t expect you to understand what it means to love someone important in your life. And see, when someone dangles that over your head, sometimes you have to fight for everything to be right again. I didn’t come to Romeo’s aid because I liked the guy… I was there because I wanted a favor. Point blank. Zero keeps his arms crossed, refusing to take his eye off Risky. ZERO MCHANNON: Last time I checked, there wasn’t anyone to tell me what to do. You, Risky, don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. Romeo? He doesn’t tell me what to do either. I wanted something from Romeo and it wasn’t going to be done without doing things my way. Provoking an idiot does nothing. Making him feel like he owed me something is much more satisfying. While what you had in plan was real clever, I took it as an opportunity for myself. He slightly smiles. ZERO MCHANNON: Have to admit… Things are good for me. I don’t plan on traveling anywhere except Morocco. I get to go about my life and spend my time with my goddaughter. I can walk around Defiance and iGNITE without a fucking care in the world. When a guy owes you something, it’s easier to bargain rather than cause an all out war. He shrugs, keeping the grin that implied that he had already won. Risky face only spelt disgust as he looked onto Zero and listened to him speak. LYLE RISKY: I wouldn’t care if the bitch owed you a fucking handjob. I told you once, Zero. Know your goddamn role. Know where the fuck you stand. Or there’s gonna be consequences… He pokes him in the chest again, harder. LYLE RISKY: ...pal. And you know all about that don’t you? You best back the fuck off Zero. Or I swear to God...You’re gonna be burying yourself in ya own damn grave. Zero steps closer to Risky with narrowed eyes. ZERO MCHANNON: Role? Know my role? That shit might fly with the wrestlers and employees that work under you, but I’m not one of those people. I don’t work for you, Risky. You don’t own me. You don’t pay me. You have no leverage over me in the slightest. Your hard on for Romeo doesn’t matter to me. I’m going to continue to walk around and do what I want because you aren’t my boss. So who needs to know their role? He edges forward and bumps chests with Risky. ZERO MCHANNON: You think you’re man enough? Compared to you, I’ve taken down tanks before. I don’t have to send off men to do my dirty work for me. I’m not a coward like you are. There’s no one there to fight my battles for me except me, myself, and I. Show some balls and do something, Risky. I’m not on your payroll, you won’t get into trouble for putting your hands on me. We can settle this right outside your office if you think you can handle it. What do you say? Zero begins to move his arms, stretching himself out as he stood there, ready to brawl down with Risky at the drop of a dime. Risky doesn’t budge, only staring a hole through the man. ZERO MCHANNON: That’s what I thought… Without another word, Zero drops his hands and bumps shoulders with Risky as he walks by. He walks off the scene and it’s left with only Risky. Risky stares Zero down as he walks away. LYLE RISKY: Oh I will. I will mother fucker. Risky then walks back in his office slamming the door in front of the camera as the scene fades away. ![]() “Heavy Is The Head” by the Zac Brown Band begins to play as the audience slowly rises and cheers. The curtain is slowly pulled open as the former No Limits champion, Colton Sterling, steps out, dressed in street clothes and sporting some slight swelling on the nose and black eyes, showing the symptoms of his now healing nose. He looks out at the audience, no expression etched over his face, before he slowly begins to make his way down the ramp. BRIAN MASON: Well, here comes a young man that we know is certainly not happy about what went down at Dream On. JERMAINE MARKS: He took a chair shot to the back of the head. Who the hell would dig that, slime? RANDY THE PILOT: Not a damn motherfucker alive. Colton avoids making any contact with the fans, but they still manage to get a hand or two on him as they slap him in the back. He slowly makes it up the steel steps before he enters the ring and walks over to Whisper Viperi, who hands him her microphone before she exits the ring. Sterling looks out at the audience as he rolls the microphone around both of his hands, biting down on his bottom lip in the process. Slowly, after a long sigh, he raises the microphone up to his lips. COLTON STERLING: To say....to say that I feel naked without the No Limits championship is....it’s almost an understatement. You can say that I wasn’t the “greatest” No Limits champion despite defending it more times than anyone else COMBINED. You can say that I wasn’t the “best” No Limits champion despite the fact that I got that title its only pay-per-view main event. And you even can say that I wasn’t the “most respected” No Limits champion, despite holding it for a RECORD 276 DAYS. Longer than any other champion in the history of Hard Knox Wrestling. But that title was mine, and my name will be linked to it when you look at it every single time you think about it, whether you like me or not. But as you can see, I’m not the No Limits champion anymore. Most of the audience boos, but the Fran fans (aka people who escaped the psych ward), cheer. Sterling sucks his teeth before he speaks again. COLTON STERLING: No, the honor of No Limits champion belongs to Fran, who basically fell under the category of being at the right place, at the right time. She used her No Limits Golden Opportunity on the same night that she won it, and she got herself some gold. And throughout the entire buildup to that match, she fooled everyone, including me, into believing that she actually believed herself to be No Limits champ. And now...she actually is the No Limits champion. The audience boos, but Colton continues on. COLTON STERLING: Should I be mad at her for pretty much taking advantage when the moment benefitted her? Probably not. After all, that briefcase gave her the ability to cash in whenever she wanted to, and she decided that that was the moment. She decided that after being attacked and going through one HELL of a match, that it was the right moment for her to come racing down there and cash in on me, and she succeeded in taking my gold. She basically did what anyone else who knows who I am would have done. Sterling clears his throat. COLTON STERLING: She cashed in on a weakened and beaten and semi out of it Colton Sterling, because, well, she’s already knows...that she cannot beat me when I am at 100%. She cashed in knowing that this was her only opportunity to cash in and actually take gold, because if she cashed that it for a match against me say...two weeks from now, she would have been just another defense in the record breaking reign of Colton Sterling. And for those of you who don’t believe me, remember that she actually had a shot at that same title over two months ago, and couldn’t get the job done....and she wasn’t even forced to tap out by me. The former No Limits champion starts pacing as he goes on. COLTON STERLING: So, I guess that begs the question of whether or not I’m actually going to go after Fran and try to become a two time No Limits champion, yeah? I can tell you right now that I won’t be going after that title. I won’t go after partly because I know what I did with that title likely won’t be replicated or beaten for a long, long time. Partly because I know that if I do ask for a rematch, there will be a two guys there, ready to screw me out of the title again. And mostly because I have some unfinished business with Heath Harper and his buddy Tank! Colton looks straight into the nearest camera, jaw clenched. COLTON STERLING: Y’see, while I don’t blame Fran for doing what she did, I couldn’t help but spend these last two weeks wondering what I should do about this whole Heath/Tank situation I’ve got going on here. First, I wondered if I should break their necks or their arms for what they did, but then I start thinking a bit more about why they would even do that. Why they would even attack me. After all, I had just beaten Heath Harper clean, in the center of the ring, despite the fact that he tried to throw Tank at me throughout practically the entire match. And I realized now that Heath Harper...is a slithering, conniving, annoying, sexist, disgusting, vomit inducing, jealous little shit! This draws a huge pop from the audience at Sterling points right at the camera. COLTON STERLING: Heath Harper was jealous because he, like others before him, fell to me inside this ring. He was jealous because after talking unprecedented amounts of shit on Twitter and in front of the camera, he could not get the job done. HE WAS JEALOUS BECAUSE HE IS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT COLTON STERLING! Deep breath from Colt before he goes on. COLTON STERLING: So, he decided that if he could not get the job done, he’d at least fuck me up after the match and make sure that I got the point that he wasn’t done with me just yet. And that’s where you really....reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally fucked up, you stupid, stupid, STUPID LITTLE FUCK!!! Anger is clearly starting to flow throughout Colton’s body as he now sports a scowl. COLTON STERLING: You....fucked up the moment you decided to hit me after that bell rung. You screwed yourself out of a long and nice career in pro wrestling the moment you decided that you and Tank should attack me and NOT FINISH THE GODDAMN JOB! You screwed yourself the moment I realized that Fran wasn’t to blame for the lack of gold around my waist. YOU ARE! AND THAT, THAT IS GOING TO COST YOU, YOU SLIMY PIECE OF SHIT! Multiple deep breaths by Sterling before he shifts to a calmer demeanor. COLTON STERLING: Every time I see this nose in the mirror, or the goddamn stitches in the back of my head... Colton motions to the back of his skull that needed stitches after the chair shot that was delivered. COLTON STERLING: Every time I see those scars and those bruises, I’ll be reminded of the pain I will dish out to you and to your friend, Tank, in goddamn tenfold. Because you see, I’ve thought of the perfect way that I’m going to get back at the both of you, and that means that I don’t plan on waiting until Darkness Falls either. I won’t say when and I won’t say where, but when I get my hands on you....it’s going to be ugly. It’s going to be ugly because first, I’m going to grab a steel chair, just like you grabbed one at Dream On, and I’m going to drive it into the back of your skull.... Sterling points to the back of his own skull. COLTON STERLING: REPEATEDLY. Then, I’m going to use my own goddamn fists to break your nose, break your jaw, break whatever the hell else I can! I’m going to tear your fucking eyes out! I’ll rip your fucking jaw off! I’M GOING TO WHATEVER I CAN TO CAUSE YOU AS MUCH PAIN AS YOU DESERVE! AND I’M NOT GOING TO STOP UNTIL I’M STANDING OVER YOUR GODDAMN BROKEN BODY, FEELING SATISFIED WITH THE PAIN THAT I’VE DEALT YOU! More deep and slow breaths by Sterling. COLTON STERLING: You fucked with the wrong person, Heath, because now? Now you’ve awoken something inside me that will not go back to sleep until I’ve truly beaten you to a bloody, broken pulp. Until I’ve beaten you so badly that you learn to never cross me again. Until I’ve beaten you to the point where you’re going to show me nothing but respect from here on. Or at least, until you’ve kept your mouth fucking shut about me. My plan for you is to hurt you until I physically can’t anymore. But of course, I’m not forgetting about that big and spineless sack of shit that follows you around like a goddamn lap dog by the name of Tank. Sterling slowly starts to lighten up as he goes from Heath to Tank. COLTON STERLING: I think giving Tank the same punishment, the same beating that you’re going to receive, Heath, would be unfair. After all, it’s not his fault that he somehow just lost the pair that hangs down there and decided to become your very own bitch. But, it’s a rather big shame that the same Tank that fought me way back during that Defiance which Nero made all the matches. Where’s the Tank that was willing to fight for himself and not for some sexist asshole who can’t even get the job done by himself? No, you don’t deserve that big of a punishment because you’re just the puppet, not the puppet master. But that doesn’t mean you’re safe from my goddamn wrath either. Colton starts pacing again. COLTON STERLING: But you see, I’m not settling for you to be a bloody and broken mess like Heath will be. I’m settling at beating the shit out of you until you realize that siding with Heath Harper was about the dumbest decision you could have ever made. And I won’t let you go on your merry old way until you realize that. I just hope you realize it before I can because any real damage to you. But until then... Sterling looks right into the nearest camera again. COLTON STERLING: Watch your backs and make sure that I’m not nowhere around, because I’m going to haunt you like it’s my goddamn job! And like I said, when I do get my hands on you, I’m going to end up hurting both of you. And then you’ll realize that crossing me was the biggest mistake you could have ever made. I’M GOING TO GODDAMN END YOU, HEATH! I’M GOING TO HURT YOU! I’M GOING TO GODDAMN OBLITERATE YOU! I’M GOING TO END YOU, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! With that, Sterling drops his microphone, it hitting the mat with a thud before he exits the ring, a look of pure anger past his face. He brushes past the fans as the commentators add a final few words. BRIAN MASON: This is like a whole new Colton Sterling we’re seeing today. JERMAINE MARKS: Shit, if a bitch had made me look dumb as fuck like that, I’d be mad as hell too. RANDY THE PILOT: You think he actually gonna break Heath’s arm? Don’t we fine fools for that? ![]() The scene fades outside in the parking lot next to a line filled with parked Harley Davidson motorcycles. Standing there leaning up against a wall stood Lance Winters smoking a cigarette. He looked around at the fans who passed by. Some wanted to ask him for a autograph but they’d either think better of it or their parents would pull them away from him. Lance simply chuckled as he noticed the hesitance from them. SHELTON MONROE: Damn, you just a major influence on these kids or what…? Nothin’ but lil’ white kids wantin’ to get an autograph from you and shit. You a star now, nigga…? Most I ever got was some welcome back top from one of the mistresses, but you up here livin’ that lifestyle, big time and shit... Lance looks over as he hears his new prospect walk up to him. He shakes his head and exhales the smoke. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT? I ain’t no damn star. I’m just A GUY smoking a cigarette MINDING MY OWN damn business. That just so happens has fans in this wrestling bull shit. He takes a pull. LANCE WINTERS: Still can’t believe I let Joey convince me to do this shit. OH WELL, I don’t mind another paycheck. SHELTON MONROE: Still don’t know how you let a fuckin’ cop in, all of’em dirty; Fuck around they snap on yo ass and have you doin’ hard ass time, yo. You say he cool, he chill with me, that’s all I gotta say ‘bout that bullshit. Monroe looks around, rubbing his hands together. He still had that paranoia about himself being inside for so long. You can’t take the street out of a “former” street thug. SHELTON MONROE: Fuck we doin’ here anyway beside collectin’ paychecks from ‘burb kids’ parents? Lance looks over to Shelton from the corner of his eye. He slowly lowers the cigarette from his mouth and sighs. LANCE WINTERS: Shelton...A lot of people were a bit pissed at me when they found out Joey was a cop. IT RATTLED me a little bit when he confessed it to me, I won’t lie. But you’re gonna have to learn something my boy. You see the things this man has done under that damn cut. He points to the cut Shelton wore. LANCE WINTERS: You see the loyalty he displayed. You begin to earn a trust for the man that stands before you. A BROTHERHOOD begins to form when you have a man stand by your side and is willing to die and do whatever it takes for you. To provide for not only themselves but YOU also. He done all that. AND HE STILL confessed that he was a cop. I watched that man nearly drink himself to death. Winters shakes his head as he takes another pull from the cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: I’ve seen this man get beat to shit...And still got his ass up begging for more. Like he was begging for death. BEGGING FOR someone to take his life. You feel a certain type of way when you see a man that down in a rut that he wants to die, Shelton. I brought that man back to life. He is the man you see before you. He is your Vice President. As he exhales the smoke he looks over to Shelton a bit pissed. LANCE WINTERS: If I hear you disrespect your VP again...We won’t be having this discussion. It’ll be a lesson next time around, ya hear? That cop? He’s your brother now. And you will die for him. He will die for you. The Prez looks back towards him. LANCE WINTERS: I saw you down in a rut. You wasn’t getting out of that damn cell, Shelton. Them fuckers weren’t even letting you see your family. And what did I do? I got you out. I pulled you out of that rut...And I’m gonna continue to help pull you out of that rut son. This place here? You’re gonna get yourself a chance to take out that rage I see in your eyes. And gonna earn yourself some money to send back to your kids in the process. I COULD of had you back out there doing runs for me. But I don’t need you getting yourself thrown back in. Your wife doesn’t need that. Your kids either. Shelton just sighs and looks at Lance for a good moment. SHELTON MONROE: Ain’t nobody said I don’t appreciate what the fuck you did for me. Ain’t nobody say I don’t know where the fuck loyalties lie. Patch and shit is just like a blue bandanna for me,,,or the shit you had me cover up when I was still in the muthafuckin’ cage man. Don’t know niggas forever where that loyalty stay...that shit’s A1. All I know is this, L: no matter many how times, you tell me that shit, no matter how much shit you done told me about yo lives, no matter how much talk about the loyalty and shit means to the club; I’ma listen. Don’t wanna nigga to be suspicious about shit; Fine. Just know, you and me been fuckin’ animals since we could fuckin’ speak and walk. Shit takes time to get use to when you got niggas out here wantin’ to show they got claws to gain that patch. Monroe looks at Lance for a moment and then shrugs, keeping his stone expression. SHELTON MONROE: Remember that shit for me, Prez. Lance chuckles and flicks his cigarette off to the side. He pats Shelton on the shoulder and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Yeah. Yeah I’ll remember. Maybe we can get you into a little something with the others. SO IT AIN’T me you always hanging around like a little puppy dog. KIDDING. Lance begins to walk back towards the back entrance of the arena. He stops and looks back to Shelton with a smirk. LANCE WINTERS: You’re gonna be alright kid. I see it. SHELTON MONROE: Shit, I better be. Ayo but peep this jawn, so I be seein’ these thots around this bitch. You think if I stick to this wrestlin’ bullshit I’ma smash or nah…? Monroe glared up at Lance seriously asking his President if any of the girls in HKW were easy. LANCE WINTERS: Haha, if you was around before. We had this bitch fucking the whole crew. Not Perello though, he was already tied up. BUT I TELL YOU WHAT. Winters laughs. LANCE WINTERS: The thing I noticed about the females in this stupid as shit. IS that if they guy can say a fucking sentence HE HAS A CHANCE to get a bit of catnip. The two men laugh as they begin to head back into the building and the scene fades away. ![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell sounded off and the match got underway. Drecks come flying toward Kai with an attempted roundhouse, but Kai ducked underneath it, wrapped his arms around Drecks waist, and hit a picture perfect over the head belly to belly suplex. Kai brought Drecks to a vertical base, and hit with a short arm clotheslines. Kai held onto Drecks’ arm and brought him back to his feet, only for Drecks to kick Kai in the midsection, and hit him with a stand up hurricanrana. Drecks springboarded off the ropes and landed a big elbow on Kai. He followed it up with a cover, but only got a one count. Drecks lifted Kai back up to a vertical base and went for a fireman's carry gutbuster, but Kai rolled himself off of Drecks back and hit him with a reverse snap suplex! Kai ripped Drecks back up to his feet and whipped him into the corner, following it up with a running high knee! Kai pulled Drecks out of the corner and into a kick to the midsection, following by a quick snap suplex! Kai held position and rolled through, hitting another snap suplex on Drecks. Kai made the cover, but only got a two count. Kai lifted Drecks back up to his feet and delivered a stiff headbutt. Kai whipped Drecks into the ropes and looked for a back body drop, but Drecks swiftly kicked Kai in the face and hit him with a sit-out facebuster! Drecks spun Kai on his back and made the cover, but only got a two! Drecks slid away from Kai and made his way up to the top rope. He waited for Kai to get to his feet, and when he did, Dreck soared off the top and connected with a missile dropkick! He crawled toward Kai and made the cover, but only got a two count again! Drecks wiped the sweat from his face and lifted Kai back up to his feet. Drecks went for a flipping piledriver, but Kai held position, lifted Drecks up and hit him with an Alabama Slam! Kai made it made to his feet and waited for Drecks to get back to a vertical base. When Drecks got up, Kai stalked up behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and hit a German suplex...and another...and another! After three Germa’s Kai climbed his way to the top and hit a swan-dive headbutt on Drecks! Kai made the cover, but only got a two! Kai couldn’t believe that the HKW newcomer kicked out of two of his trademark moves and immediately brought him to his feet. Kai locked Drecks up in position for the Kai bomb, but once Kai got Drecks up, Drecks turned it into a hurricanrana and hooked the leg...one two...kickout! Both men scrambled to their feet and met in the center of the ring. Drecks unloaded with a right hand, but Kai came back with a right of his own. Drecks came out of nowhere with a jumping high knee attack that staggered Kai back against the ropes, but as Kai rebounded back he nearly decapitated Drecks with a huge lariat. Kai lifted Drecks up to his feet, set him up for the Kai Bomb, and hit it for the one, two, three.. WINNER VIA PINFALL - KAI (6:31) ![]() See me in the club…. Wavin’ strobe lights! The crowd lit up at the sound of “Strobe Lights” by Ronnie Banks sweeping over the beach. Cameras cut to the brand new HKW No Limits Champion walking from the backstage tent set up. Championship over her shoulder and Briefcase in hand. Stagehands had to split the hostile crowd in half so Fran could make it to the ring. The jeered her heavily. Tossing popcorn and other drinks in her direction. A cup of soda bounced off Fran’s title belt when she lifted it up to shield herself. FRANCESCA: That’s that NO LIMITS YAWWWWWWWWWWWL! She screamed at the crowd. Who’s boos only grew louder. Fran climbed up to the ring apron after receiving a microphone. FRANCESCA: Listen up, yawl. I’ll do you all a solid today, I’m toning the slang down a little bit to get something off my chest since this seems to be a time for breaking the fourth wall. I know you all like to pretend you can’t understand people when they talk slang so I’m shoving the gimmick aside just for you guys. Of course you're probably sitting at home wondering how I'm speaking this way, you should have paid closer attention to Felicity's podcast. She said I was entertaining. Keyword. Entertaining. She was the mastermind behind the master of all English language butchery. When I came back September of last year I was virtually a nobody "good girl." Then after I started having deeper conversations with Fel she brought up a way I could REALLY irk people. People hate to believe it but Banks is a master of working the crowd. I just executed it perfectly to the point where the bosses would have no choice but to stop pretending I didn't exist. She told me that it would get me over as one of the top heels. Then once I got over I could show the world the REAL Fran. I'm not here to be entertaining tonight. The War Ashore Tour will mark the first week I take my place as a TOP DRAW. I don't NEED to try to get you guys to hate me anymore, you nobodies naturally hate people in charge of anything you do. So of course you'll hate the Captain in charge of your "entertainment." She yelled. FRANCESCA: I wasn't going come out here and waste any time with a dragged out speech yawl. I just did what I been THINKING I was gonna do for the longest. At Dream On the ring was FILLED with people in that No Limits Golden Opportunity match. I went out and STOMPED awwwwl of them right back down to the midcard. Killed the little spark Luke Wisia thought he built. Showed Aurora Master she ain’t shit but a bootleg Fel Fel. Shut EVERYbody in that match up. The audience sat with sour expressions on their faces as Fran continued. Still, they were dumbfounded by Fran suddenly speaking (better) English than usual. FRANCESCA: Saved the best for last, yawl. Fran smirked. FRANCESCA: NEON swore up and down that she was going to become a champ in this company. That girl even copied JESASSSSSSS and photoshopped the belt on herself, while calling ME the imitation of course. Then she finna go help me prove that I AM better. Let me tell yawl something else, Fel Fel wasn’t lying to you guys when she went on the podcast yawl. I AM is an ANDROID yawl. Perfect way to describe me. No matter how much these midcarders throw at me I’ll never run out of gas. I’m one of THE TOP TOP TAWP stars on Defiance. No matter how much management wants push someone else’s profile up, or try to make it seem like I ain’t up there with the best. I’m UP there yawl. From day one I ain’t had ANYONE backing me but Fel Fel. The audience booed louder. FRANCESCA: Mannn they were giving Banahan and XPJ the WERLD over on iGNITE. XPJ isn't exactly a midcarder but damn….he’s already getting third year money and he is NOT ON JESASSSSSSSSSS’ status. HKW can put CAPTAIN anywhere she’ll draw attention yawl. GIA LEVI was seen as a bigger deal than me before. I WENT 0-5 straight on Defiance yet I still managed to be an attraction with no one but Fel backing me. In order to start GETTING the things I deserved around here I had to TUNE the slang UP a hundred levels because I KNEW it would catch negative attention. I had to PRETEND I was No Limits Champion or else I would have been dropped from the picture in favor of someone else...of course. I got more. Way more. But I think enough has been said. People saw me as a joke yawl. THAT’s why I’ll never forget what Felicity did for me people. Pulling the belt down to her shoulders Fran continued. FRANCESCA: I never forgot like Talia and Ina when they broke up what she worked hard to build over some FUCKERY, yawl. I DON’T CARE if yawl say I kiss her ass because quite frankly her word will mean a ton more to me than any of yawls ever will. She’s the reason WHY I’m above awl these curtain jerkers. Fran slowly lifted the belt up high. FRANCESCA: That’s what No Limits is all about, yawl. Never stopping until YOU reached the point you wanna reach. And ain’t no one is going to stop me from going higher. Not all of you sitting around the ring, not the MIDCARDERS I’m ALWAYS GOING BE ABOVE. Not the crippled wheel chair white pieces of garbage sitting at home with their dictionaries. NOBODY! So now? Now I don’t need to be over the top with everything. Now that I reached this point……..people already KNOW I’ll do what it takes to lead this brand. Suddenly NEON was seen walking through the crowd of people. They didn’t respond to hr well at first either. She slid into the ring looking dead at Fran. NEON: You had them all fooled, Francesca. But not me. Did you forget Fel is OUR mutual friend? I saw through you from day one. Now I’m thinking I’ll do everyone a big favor. Now the crowd began to cheer…….Which was surprising. NEON: Ending your reign before it really kicks off. So will you give me the chance to do that at Darkness Falls or will you be cheap - as usual - and accept that tainted win over me? You beat Luke to grab the case. Not me. The No Limits Champion looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel. FRANCESCA: HAVE you lost your mind, yawl? I BEAT you at Dream On, no matter how you look at it, yawl. You’re headed straight to the BOTTOM of the barrel with the rest of the curtain jerkers who get paid by appearance. No, I don’t compete in championship matches against antiques of wrestling. Bye. Before NEON could add anything else Fran rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd began to chant “PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY!” It didn’t seem to phase Fran as “Trouble” began to play, the crowd cheering NEON as the scene came to a close. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | May 9 2015, 10:21 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Things are happening backstage at Defiance. Like they usually tend to do, often. It doesn’t take long for the cameraman to find the catering area, overseeing some of the stars, staff and hopefuls going through the line to get their meals in and such. However, already sat down at a makeshift table near the area with their food set on the table and half-eaten are none other than the two members of the Generation of Miracles in Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo. Both look worse for wear, showcasing war wounds from their recent matches in HKW competition and outside of it, Leander sporting a massive bandage covering a majority of his forehead while Vanessa has her entire right arm wrapped up. The two are in street clothes, not set for action tonight, but in the building nonetheless as they realize the cameraman is focusing on them. LEANDER APOLLO: Oh hey. Been a little while, guys. Happy to be here for Defiance, happy to be taking a quick break from shooting “Bank Heist,” which has been an experience and then some in the first week into it. Be on the lookout for that in early September, friends. Both of them are glancing at the camera at this point, Vanessa still holding on to her plastic fork while Leo places his down on the table. VANESSA CADE: Shameless self-promotion aside, two weeks ago, we took care of business at Dream On against the esteemed “Reapers In Pride” in their own match and did what we said we were going to do, which was to beat their asses. LEANDER APOLLO: When we got word that there was going to be a lethal lottery tournament, we were surprised but also somewhat glad neither of us are involved in it. Rather, we asked not to be. Since we want to win those belts as a tandem rather than be separated to team up with a complete stranger. VANESSA CADE: I get the draw of the tournament, I do. I also realize the winner of that is going to get their direct shot at the HKW World Tag Team champions, which happen to be the resident tricks, marks, mark ass tricks... LEANDER APOLLO: ...Um...Nessie? VANESSA CADE: Quiet Leo, I’m trying to describe them properly. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes...trick ass marks, skeezers, skanks, skig-scags and scallywhops known as A.S.H. I mean, those heehaws and hula hoops can enjoy their moment in the sun for a while and whoever comes out of the lottery, but we’re going to make this known to everybody like we’re known to do...we want a chance at whoever wins those belts after the tournament is done. Leander sighed, realizing very well this was the route they were taking thanks to his fiancee’s big mouth but going onward nonetheless. LEANDER APOLLO: We are willing to earn our stripes in order to get this chance by going up against anybody you put in front of us and beating them. We want a shot at being the number one contenders for the HKW World Tag Team titles. We want to prove we’re worthy of that shot so we can prove to this company and anyone within it that we are the best tag team around in HKW in BOTH brands. VANESSA CADE: So, that’s exactly what we plan on doing. This week around? We’re going to sit back and enjoy the show. But in another two weeks? We’re starting our road to those titles and you’re all going to realize what the world’s already coming to understand...that silence...is golden… LEANDER APOLLO: And so are we. With a nod and a smile, both members of the Generation of Miracles return to their food in front of them as the cameras go elsewhere ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match in the lethal lotto tag team tournament! “Rebel” by Attila begins to blare throughout the arena as Levi Chambers slowly steps through the curtains and looks out at the audience. A smug smirk appears on his face as he hops up and down at the ramp before making his way towards the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Red Deer, Alberta, Canada; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is LEVI CHAMBERS! Chambers, walking quickly, motions at the audience to quiet down, but some of them just continue to boo. Once Levi is ringside, he hops onto the apron and quickly makes his way into the ring and heads over to his corner. BRIAN MASON: Levi Chambers is making his HKW debut after being called up from SSWA. JERMAINE MARKS: He look like he just came outta prep school, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m dead. “A Cut Above” by Avery Watts surrounds the arena as Heath Harper walks out with a confident swagger about him. Although the crowd are booing and throwing abuse at him, he still keeps his confident swagger about him as he makes his way down the ramp. All he was focused on right now was the ring as once he gets there he stops and holds his arms out wide. Heath is showered with yet more and more abuse and boos, as he stays focused on the ring with a smirk upon his face. Then without warning, he leaps up onto the outside of the ring and then leaps into the ring over the top rope. Harper makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle and lays on the top of it twirling his mustache as his music fades out. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, from New York, New York; weighing in at 125 pounds, he is HEATH HARPER! BRIAN MASON: It looks like Heath Harper is still happy about what happened at Dream On. JERMAINE MARKS: He a little bitch though. RANDY THE PILOT: Truuuuuuue. The guitar-electronica mix of "Feed The Machine" by RED begin to jar the audience's ears, and Ryan Corey, replete in his trademark long white trenchcoat, begins to walk to the ring as the lyrics kick in. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from Whiting, Iowa and now fighting out of Camp Nightfall in Moberly, Missouri; weighing in at 235 pounds, he is RYAN COREY! Corey reaches the ringside area as the small interlude between verse and chorus happens, and just as the chorus kicks in, he hops from the floor to the ring apron, and then from the apron into the ring, slingshotting himself over the top rope. As the rest of the chorus rings out, the music begins to fade, and Corey takes off the trench, handing it through the ropes to a ringside attendant. As the music dies, he steps center-ring, and while looking at his opponents, slowly draws a thumb across his throat, making sure he looks his opponent directly in the eyes while doing it. BRIAN MASON: Ryan Corey finally squashed his heated feud against Abaddon at Dream On. JERMAINE MARKS: How old this nigga? 52? RANDY THE PILOT: He old. Don’t know if he that old, but he old. “This Calling” By All That Remains plays and is everyone immediately rises to their feet to greet Zakk Lewis. Zakk Lewis walks out and stands on the stage. He cups his hands together around his mouth and screams out the words ‘Fus Ro DAH!’ and then throws his arms behind his back and makes his way towards the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, from Brooklyn, New York; weighing in at 205 pounds, he is ZAKK LEWIS! ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() DING! DING! DING! Levi Chambers and Ryan Corey are the members of each team that will start the match as Heath pats Levi in the back, while Zakk just brushes past Ryan as he makes his way out onto the apron. Levi and Ryan lock up before Levi uses his strength to shove Ryan right into the nearest free corner. The ref gives Levi until the count of five to back off, and he does at four, before looking like he’s ready to swing at Ryan...only to pat Ryan on the chest and slowly back up, a cocky smirk on his face. Ryan looks at Levi, then chuckles and shakes his head at the cockiness of the Canadian. The two men then lock up yet again, but Corey makes sure to move behind Chambers, hooking his arms around the Canadian wrestler’s waist. Chambers quickly moves forward and grabs a hold of the ropes in front of him, but Corey pulls him away from the ropes and goes for a rollup pin, only for Chambers to slip through it before it can happen. Both men then quickly get to their feet before Chambers grabs Corey around the waist before lifting him up and planting him with a German suplex, holding it down for a pinfall attempt! BRIAN MASON: Look at the strength of Levi Chambers. JERMAINE MARKS: First match on the main roster. Mothafucka gotta make himself look good at this point, breh. RANDY THE PILOT: Agreed. That German looked clean though. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Ryan shoots his shoulder up, breaking up the pin attempt. Levi quickly gets to his feet and Ryan is only seconds behind, but Chambers drives his knee into Corey’s midsection, keeling him over. Levi then grabs Ryan by the hair and moves him over to his corner before throwing him into it and begins drilling him with punches to the body. Heath then reaches over and slaps Levi in the back, getting a surprised look from the Canadian. Once Heath makes his way into the ring, he motions for Levi to leave the ring, getting a scowl from Chambers before he exits the ring. Harper then proceeds to drive his boot into the gut of Corey before beginning to drill him right in the jaw repeatedly with MMA elbows. Harper then slowly pulls Corey out of the corner before he irish whips him towards the ropes, only for the veteran to reverse it and send him towards the ropes instead. Harper bounces off of them and towards Corey, who attempts a clothesline, only for the mustached wrestler to duck underneath it, then leap up and catch Corey in the back of the head with a dropkick that drops him! Harper then rolls Corey over before he goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Harper and Chambers, while not seemingly the best pairing in this tournament, are off to a good start right now. JERMAINE MARKS: This Harper dude like 27 pounds. Shit’s wild. RANDY THE PILOT: We legit got a midget on the roster. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Heath grabs Ryan by the head and slowly tries to get him up to both feet, but the veteran shoves the MMA styled fighter off of him, sending him to the ground, near his corner. Heath quickly gets to his feet, but before he can rush forward, Levi slaps him on the back, tagging himself back in, just as Ryan leaps towards his corner and tags in Zakk Lewis! Heath watches with a scowl as Zakk quickly hops over the top rope and into the ring before Levi tries to take his head off, only for Zakk to duck it at the last second! Levi then turns around and is caught with a high knee to the jaw that sends him falling to the mat. Zakk quickly rushes to the nearest corner and moves out onto the apron before he climbs the turnbuckles all the way to the top. Levi slowly get to his feet before turning towards the corner, allowing Zakk to leap off and catch him with a flying clothesline to a big pop from the audience! Lewis then turns Levi’s large frame over and goes for the cover as Heath watches from ringside, not budging. BRIAN MASON: What a great momentum shift in this match! JERMAINE MARKS: Shit, he just took his head off with a flying clothesline! Prep school just got taught, bruh. RANDY THE PILOT: L-M-A-O. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Zakk slowly gets to his feet and looks down at the fallen Levi before he looks over to Ryan. Zakk quickly heads over to his corner and surprisingly extends out his hand to Ryan Corey, who tags himself into the match just as Levi is seen slowly getting to his feet. Ryan quickly races over and grabs Zakk from behind before lifting him up and letting him go with a release German suplex to a big pop from the audience! Corey then grabs Chambers’ feet and drags him towards the center of the ring before he goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ryan quickly gets to his feet and grabs Levi by the hair before getting him up to both feet and irish whipping him towards the corner where Zakk Lewis is at. Ryan then rushes forward and drills Levi right in the jaw with a European uppercut before raising his hand and looking for a tag from Zakk, who slaps hands with him and tags himself back into the match. Zakk and Ryan quickly head to the center of the ring before Ryan grabs Zakk's arm and sends him towards Levi, Zakk leaping up and driving both of his feet right into Levi's chest with a dropkick! Levi stumbles out of the corner and falls right onto his face as Ryan exits the ring while Zakk quickly goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Zakk and Ryan on an absolute roll right now! JERMAINE MARKS: Beating that dude like he stole something. RANDY THE PILOT: The fuck is Heath doing though? Just standing there. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Heath just stands there, shrugging after Levi throws his shoulder up, keeping this match alive for his team. Zakk quickly heads to the nearest corner yet again, climbing all the way to the top turnbuckle before waiting for Levi to get to his feet. Once Chambers is up to both feet, Zakk leaps off and looks for another flying clothesline, but Levi drills him with a European uppercut instead, absolutely flooring him! Levi then rushes forward and drills Ryan right in the face with a forearm strike that shoves him off of the apron and down onto the ground. Levi then rushes forward and goes for the cover as the audience boos him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Levi doesn't even stop after Zakk kicks out, quickly getting to his feet before grabbing Zakk's head as well. Levi then lifts Zakk up into the powerbomb position before rushing towards the center of the ring and planting Zakk right on his back with a Liger Bomb! The audience boos as Levi goes for the cover once more, seemingly pinning a knocked out Zakk Lewis. BRIAN MASON: What a move by Levi Chambers! JERMAINE MARKS: He ain't even stop after that kickout to argue with the ref. Prep school wants it. RANDY THE PILOT: First match of the main roster and he could pin a future World champion right here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! The audience roars in approval after Zakk manages to kick out, but Levi slaps the mat in frustration before getting to his feet and doing a slice throat motion, signaling the end of this match is coming. He then motions for Spinning Chambers as he steps back and waits for Zakk to get to his feet, only for Heath to reach over and slap Levi HARD in the back, forcing Levi to quickly turn around and watch as Heath hit the ring and ran forward, catching Zakk in the head with a dropkick. Heath then goes for the cover as Levi steps out onto the apron, shaking his head. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Heath gets to his feet and looks over at Levi...who gives him the double bird before he hops off of the apron and begins walking away from the ring! Heath looks at Levi heading up the ramp, shaking his head and shouting at him to get back into the ring. Levi just waves him off and heads all the way up to the ring before disappearing to the back. Heath continues to scream at him, before turning around and getting caught with an enzugiri that stuns him! Zakk then leaps up from behind Heath and drops him with St. Zakk before he goes for the cover, the audience cheering loudly. BRIAN MASON: ST. ZAKK CONNECTS! JERMAINE MARKS: Prep school just left his partner high and dry though. RANDY THE PILOT: I mean, you see the way he slapped him in the back? He was ready to sock him in the face anyway. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match and moving on...ZAKK LEWIS AND RYAN COREY! Zakk and Ryan look at one another after the bell has rung and nod towards each other before Ryan and Zakk both leave the ring and start heading towards the back...just as "Heavy Is The Head" by the Zac Brown Band begins to blare and the audience lets out a cheer as Colton Sterling races through the curtain and stops in his tracks as he looks at Ryan and Zakk in his way. Zakk just scoffs as he walks past Colt, while Ryan pretty much steps out of the way and lets Colton through! BRIAN MASON: HERE COMES STERLING! RANDY THE PILOT: Well, looks like he about to cripple this motherfucker before we even get to the next Defiance. JERMAINE MARKS: Where his Tank at though? Sterling races into the ring and waits for Harper to get to his feet before he moves forward and drops him with a bicycle kick to a big pop from the audience. Colton then moves towards the nearest corner and leans against it as he looks at the downed Heath before motioning for him to get to all fours. Heath eventually does get to all fours before Colton rushes forward, looking to execute a punt, but Tank pulls Heath out of harm’s way and the ring at the last second! Heath and Tank quickly race off to the back as a pissed off Colton watches them...before he exits the ring and starts racing after them! They disappear to the back first, but he’s just a few seconds behind them before he heads to the back. Cameras backstage quickly catch Colton coming through the curtain, a massive scowl on his face as he begins walking and looks around, trying to see any sign of Heath or Tank. COLTON STERLING: WHERE ARE THEY?! Colton looks at the backstage workers nearby and most of them just shake their heads and shrug, not sure where Heath and Tank headed off. Sterling just shakes his head as he keeps on walking, trying to find them before he turns the corner and bumps right into Shane Hartford. SHANE HARTFORD: Watch where you’re fucking going, chump. COLTON STERLING: You seen Harper and Tank around? Have you?! SHANE HARTFORD: Bitch, fuck you. Get the fuck out of my face. Shane shoves Colton, sending him back a step, but that seems to be a bad move as Colt spears him to the ground and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights! Once that’s done. Colton gets to his feet and grabs Shane as well before throwing him into an equipment crate, then driving his head into it repeatedly. Eventually, Colton releases the bloodied up Shane who he absolutely just snapped on, before security comes around and they warn him not to do anything else. RED follows them, looking absolutely pissed off. RED: MAN, WE JUST BOUGHT THAT DAMN EQUIPMENT CRATE. WHAT THE FUCK?! BACK THE FUCK OFF THAT DUMBASS! Colton raises his hands up in innocence as he’s seemingly calmed down. He slowly walks away from Shane as security keeps an eye on him. Shane slowly gets to all fours and mutters the word “bitch”, forcing Colt to stop, slowly turn, then rush forward and punt Shane right in the skull. RED: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! GET HIS ASS! HE BANNED FROM THE ARENA! MAKE SURE HE GETS IN HIS CAR AND GETS THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! Security quickly grabs Colton and he doesn’t even try to fight, shouting off one last thing as they move him towards the exit. COLTON STERLING: Tell Heath I’m coming for him again in two weeks! Sterling laughs as RED looks down at the KO’d Shane, shaking his head as the scene slowly fades out. WINNERS: Ryan Corey & Zakk Lewis (10:19) ![]() Cameras cut backstage where Brian Stryker was seen exiting the office of Selena King. Down the hall Damien Marks was standing along with a camera crew, and points out Stryker as soon as he gets out of the office. DAMIEN MARKS: Ayooo! Lil nigga! Stryker turns around when he hears Damien voice and shakes his head disappointedly. He walks up toward Damien and adjusts his t-shirt before speaking up. BRIAN STRYKER: What do you want? Am I even good enough to get an interview from the great Damien Marks? Damien waves Stryker’s sarcasm off, acting like he didn’t care for it. DAMIEN MARKS: Man, shut ya ass up before I knock ya upside ya head and make you forget what yo name is. I’m over here tryna get you some air time, and you givin’ me lip?! Maaaaan, fuck out my face. Damien shakes his head and motions for the camera crew to follow him. Stryker stands back with his arms crossed and watches Damien turn down the hallway. BRIAN STRYKER: Idiot… As Stryker turns, he’s suddenly SWARMED on top of. A camera watches as this unknown attacker pounds on Brian! Stryker tries to defend himself, but the attacker slams him head and back first into a wall. The attacker picks him up by his ears, and presses his forehead to Stryker’s. The camera then gets a clear shot at who looks to be...JIMMY...PAGE. Page looks into Brian’s eyes as Stryker tries to wrestle his hands from his face. Page claws at his eyes and cheeks, grabs a hold of him again. He tilts his head to the side… JIMMY PAGE: You’re old news… Page twirls and socks Brian right in his jaw with a Rolling Elbow which floors him!! Brian is out cold, and Jimmy squats down over his and examines him. Page pie-faces Stryker and then steps over his body, leaving Stryker helpless on the concrete floor... ![]() The scene cut to the backstage area set up on the beach where the No Limits Champion - dressed in a pair of black leggings, yellow Adidas slippers, as well as a yellow hoodie that had a black Midcarder Slayer logo on it - was seen with a sly smile on her face after denying NEON’s request for a second shot at beating her at the next Hard Knox Pay-Per-View. Title belt on her shoulder and (already cashed in) Golden Opportunity Briefcase in her hand. As usual, loud boos could be heard coming from the audience. She continues her slow pace and gets to a big tent with the nameplate “FELICITY” tagged onto it. Sliding the tent open Fran walked right into the locker room without a warning - spotting Banks sitting on blow up chair, already dressed in her ring gear, sliding her kneepads up. Fran placed the briefcase and the title on Felicity’s bambu table then folded her arms. FRANCESCA: HEYYYYYYYYY FEL FEL! WHAT'S UP?! She yelled. FRANCESCA: What's good GWURL? Yawl seen what happened out there right? This dumb has been NEON done lost her soul. I took her soul at Dream On. Thinking because she supposedly turned over a new leaf she finna be able to just WALK out to the ring cut in on MY celebration speech, and challenge me for MAI strap? Cutting the rest of those midcarders who're gonna get put right back down yawl? Felly, she lost it yawl. NEON is GAWN yawl. I ruined her at Dream On. If this what happens when you become a washed up has been I’m making awwwwwl the bread I can, winning a ton straps, then retiring before I reach that point yawl. For sure. I ain’t bein' no embarrassin’ antique of the past yawl. It took Fran a while to notice but Felicity seemed to be thinking. In her own world, staring out at the ocean through the opened tent. Fran slapped the marble table with her palm twice to get Fel’s attention. FRANCESCA: Everything good yawl? You haven't been acting normal fam. Felicity finally looked up at Fran, snapping out of her apparent trance almost immediately. FELICITY BANKS: What did you say? Oh, yah. I’m fine. I’m just… She paused for a moment, pulling her hair back in a ponytail for her upcoming match. FELICITY BANKS: Thinking a lot. Waaaaay too much actually, and not about the right things. Like...I just found out that I have half brother, and all I’m thinking about is how I’m gonna stop myself from trying to rip the rest of Bo’s teeth out! And then how I’m gonna get away with strangling Billy Joe! Felicity stood up and let out a sigh as she looked back out of the tent. FELICITY BANKS: There’s a lot of other things too, but I just… kinda wanna be left alone right now, you know? I need to figure some things out. That, and I don’t really want to be in between you and Neon. You’re both my friends. Then there’s Luke and Ashley too! Another pair of my friends who seem to be at odds even though they’re supposed to be a team! Ugh... She paused once more, stumbling over her own words. FELICITY BANKS: I just need to be left alone for a little bit. That’s really all it is. In between show hours I mean, not like after the show or anything like that. You people stress me out! She laughed trying to make a joke out of it, but you could tell she was dead serious. FELICITY BANKS: And I really don’t want to be in between your drama, Luke’s drama, or anyone’s drama when I can’t even figure out what’s next for me. Selfish, I know, but nobody else can look out for me better than me. Fran looked down to the sand below her for a moment. Then back up to Felicity, letting out a sigh. It was hard to tell what was running through the head of the Captain. FRANCESCA: Alright, yawl. I’m speaking for real for real now. The champion said. FRANCESCA: They ain’t ever got to see a Fran Fel heart to heart so get yawl clipboards out. Learn how to be successful yawl midcarders. Now listen, Fel Fel, it’s been something of a rough year, eh? People will always try to...How can I say this jawn? Yawl, mamabae Star told me this one time. When you are at the top, I ain’t saying no damn fake top like Kenshin yawl. A lot of people have claim to a top strap. I mean when you tha reason people wanna click that remote. Got those fools watching, eating out of the palm of your hand…. everybody wants to see you fail yawl. They don’t wanna see you making anymore money. No history. You ain’t going believe me ‘cause you're in some type of rut in this company but just like they won't stop me from slayin’ all of their prized white boys and girls. Knocking the existence out of AWWWL these curtain jerkers like Shane Atwater till the day I'm not able to lace up my boots they aren't gonna keep YOUR tatted ass down yawl. Fran pulled her blonde locks behind her shoulders. It was definitely a case of Fran having a soft spot for her best friend. Felicity never knew it because Fran never said it, but she put Felicity’s needs and wants ahead of her own. That’s the way she always was with people close to her. FRANCESCA: Take my advice, you're the advice genius who told me to attract heavy heat by doing the slang thing. So take MY advice and don't be down in the dumps like this. I'll leave you be. You won’t hear from me again. I’m going to make sure sure that girl, your friend, NEON stays at the bottom till she's OUT of here here again yawl. If you entertaining a bee it’s going to try to sting you but if you ignore that thing it’ll fly away for good. That’s NEON, yawl. I am not a pussy. The crowd chanted....PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY! FRANCESCA: I am not scared….I just don't need to prove I can whip her tail again. That’s why she isn't N. E. V. A. getting a shot at the title I made the NEW top title of Defiance yawl. Anyways, I’m leaving. Just remember, yawl. We’re good. I should be angry. But I'm good. Grabbing the No Limits Championship belt and the GO briefcase Fran took one last look at her best friend (Felicity could see the hint of sadness on her face). Only Fran’s though upbringing in a Mexican household (only Fel and Sunshine Scandalous Tony knew of) prevented her from expressing it how she should have. In fact, Felicity may have only seen Fran shed a tear a handful of times. Despite having resources her parents forced her to earn things. All she knew was pound, be firm, be brash, claw, and grind to get what she wanted by any means available to her. Fran left the large tent. Zipping it back shut. FELICITY BANKS: Fran, just... Ziiiiiip!! FELICITY BANKS: Ugh. Cameras caught the face of Fran in front of the closed disgruntled. Shifting the HKW No Limits belt on her shoulder. In fact, veins could be seen popping out of Fran’s temples as she ripped the ‘FELICITY’ name plate off the tent door then stormed off in a different direction. Still having to prepare for her match up against the HKW World Champion, Onyx Payne. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall! The eerie atmospheric beginning of 'Rain of Brass Petals' drums through the arena. The lights flicker like strobes before a dark figure appears at the top of the ramp. Red spotlights hit the woman and reveal MJ Bell. She slowly makes her way down to the ring taunting the crowd. MJ hops onto the apron shedding off the leather jacket before moving between the ropes. MJ cracks her neck then turns raising both hands in the air. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Paradise, Michigan,... She is.... MJ BELL!!!! "Crazy Train" By Ozzy Osbourne hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Starr. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: "And from Chicago, IL, She is the "Devils Favorite Reject" Nicole Starr! ![]() vs. ![]() DING.DING.DING. The bell tolled and MJ Bell blew right of her corner, grabbing a hold of Starr’s hair. Bell tossed Starr into the corner and unleashed with a fury of body shots until the referee pulled Bell away from Starr. Starr took a second to catch her breath, but then leaped out of her corner and on top of Bell to knock her to the mat! Starr drove her elbow into Bell’s face and lifted her up to her feet. Starr kicked Bell in the midsection and went for a hurricanrana, but Bell held Starr up and powerbombed her into the corner to boos from the audience. BRIAN MASON: Ouch. Big corner powerbomb from MJ there. RANDY THE PILOT: Might be over already. Nicole bashed her head hard off them turnbuckles. JERMAINE MARKS: Man it’s fuckin’ hot out here. I don’t know how y’all payin’ attention’ to wrestlin’ right now. Even females, slime. Bell smirked as she stalked toward the downed Starr and pulled her out of the corner. Bell brought Starr to the middle of the ring and landed on her with a quick standing senton, following it up with a swift kick directly to Starr’s spine! The shot echoed throughout the arena as Bell fell on top of Starr and made a nonchalant cover. ONE! KICKOUT! Starr kicked out right at the one count, bring a smile to Bell’s face. Bell spun Nicole on her stomach and drove her knee repeatedly into Starr’s spine over and over, and then locked in a camel clutch, mounting the pressure on Starr’s lower back.. BRIAN MASON: It’s been a different MJ Bell we’ve seen over the last few months. More aggressive. More… RANDY THE PILOT: Ruthless? BRIAN MASON: That’s not the word I was looking for, but that too. Bell wrenched back on the hold as much as she could, but Starr managed to slip herself out from between Bell’s legs and dropkicked Bell in the back of the head! The fans in Hawaii clapped Starr on as she bounced of the ropes and hit Bell with a headscissors takedown; sliding Bell all the way out of the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, watch out for them sand crabs, cuh! BRIAN MASON: Jermaine, there isn’t any sand around the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: We on the beach though, slime. You never know when one of them mawfuckas gon’ come out and bite ya in the ass. Starr looked outside of the ring and saw Bell getting back to her feet. Instead of waiting on Bell, Starr bounced off the ropes and hit Bell with a running dropkick through the middle and bottom rope! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn! What a move by Nicole there! She just did a suicide dropkick or some shit. The fans exploded as Starr slapped some of the fans hands at ringside, Bell down from the big dropkick from Starr. Starr grabbed a hold of Bell’s head and slid her back in the ring, sliding herself in right after to make the cover… ONE! KICKOUT! Bell broke the pin before the two count. Starr got frustrated and started to argue with the referee. But at this time, Bell took the opportunity to get to her feet and waited for Starr to turn around. After Starr blew off the referee, she turned around and Bell kicked her in the stomach. She then grabbed Starr and irish whipped her to the ropes. Starr hit the ropes, and went for Bell. Bell leaped over Starr, where Starr hit the next set of ropes and came back toward Bell. Bell then grabbed a hold of Starr’s arm, and hip tossed her gaining some jeers from the crowd. Bell then got herself hype, and got down to the mat, waiting for Starr to rise. Starr got up, and Bell grabbed her head. She kicked it one time, then irish whipped her to the turnbuckles. Bell then walked backwards and ran towards Starr and high knees her in the face. Starr, seemingly knocked out at this point, faceplanted to the mat. Bell grabbed her arm and dragged her to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! TH---KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Wow! Nicole Starr comes back from the dead! She’s not going to let MJ Bell win this! RANDY THE PILOT: Hell nah. JERMAINE MARKS: MJ Bell gotta learn how to knock the pussy out like fight night, slime! Bell looked at the referee and grunted, but then grabbed a hold of Starr and puts her in a headlock. Starr had her arm in the air to let the referee know she was okay. Bell then started yelling for her to give up, Starr shaking her head, and slowly getting back to her feet, Bell had the headlock still on tight, but Starr got to her knees and then up her feet as the crowd willed her along. Starr walked backwards, where Bell hits the ropes breaking the hold and pushed Nicole Starr forward. Starr then hit the ropes and jumped on Bell and begins to go ‘ape-shit’ with the punches towards MJ Bell. Then grabbing her head and banging it numerous of times on the mat. Starr then stops, and gets up. She screamed out a battle cry and grabbed Bell’s leg and goes to the mat, and placed her leg in an ankle lock. Bell screamed in pain as Starr gripped the ankle lock tighter. The referee jumped down on the mat to reason with Bell and ask her if she wanted to quit. Bell shook her head, Starr shows a facial expression of a mad woman as she gripped the lock even tighter. BRIAN MASON: What’s MJ Bell going to do?! She has to give up now or her ankle will be a goner! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, this is lethal right now. JERMAINE MARKS: AY SLIME! THE BITCH TURNIN’ INTO THE EXORCIST RIGHT NOW, FOREAL FOREAL. Bell spun onto her back and pushed Starr with her free leg. Starr fell back into the turnbuckles, allowing Bell to get back to her feet. Bell limped toward Starr and connecting with a swift kick to the chest with her none injured leg, using the ropes to hold herself up. Bell pulled Starr out of the corner and went for the BackDraft backstabber, but Starr held onto the ropes and Bell landed hard on the mat! Starr waited for Bell to sit up, and when she did, Starr charged forward and executed a picture perfect hurricanrana driver, planting Bell face first into the mat! Starr made the cover… ONE! TWO!!! THR----KICKOUT! Bell just gets her shoulder up, much to the surprise of Nicole Starr. BRIAN MASON: MJ kicked out of the hurricanrana driver, and Nicole can’t believe it! Neither can I! RANDY THE PILOT: Demon on demon. They’re gonna be fighting to the death, bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, slime! She drove that bitch face into the mat like I drove my dick in Mason's mom pussy. Starr shook her head. Looked around, and stood back up. She placed a knee down, and locked her eyes dead onto Bell. MJ Bell held her head as she rolled over and slowly got herself up. MJ Bell stood up, and then Nicole rushed over and grabbed her neck and pulled her down to perform the HIGHWAY TO HELL. BUT BELL TURNED IT INTO A HELLACIOUS SIDEWALK SLAM! Bell didn't waste any time and got right up to her feet. She patiently waited for Nicole to sit up, and when she did, Bell charged forward and connected with her patent The Burning Mage Shining Wizard! Bell turned Starr on her back, hooked the leg and made the cover... ONE! TWO!!! THREE!!! DING.DING.DING. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner... MJ BELL!!!!! The referee raised MJ's arm high in the air, but she ripped it right away. MJ glared at the downed Nicole Starr and wiped her hands together. For a moment, it looked like MJ was going to attack Starr some more, but instead, she slid out of the ring. BRIAN MASON: Gotta say, MJ's been on fire recently. JERMAINE MARKS: Maybe she better off without Corey and Stokes after all, slime. MJ made her way up the ramp, mouthing some words to herself. She looked back at the ring and threw her arms out to her sides, taunting Starr as cameras transitioned. WINNER via PINFALL - MJ Bell (8:12) We see Nicole Starr getting up from her defeat from MJ Bell. She demands a microphone. NICOLE STARR: It doesn’t matter, because tonight marked the start of something new on Defiance. Something greater than I can explain...something so great that the only way to experience it, is to see it. So all you lucky people here tonight? All you unimportant people too poor to take a trip to Hawaii to come see the show watching at home.. you all saw first hand the start of Nicole Starr. Nicole glares into the cameras, smirking and licking her lips. NICOLE STARR: Weeks and weeks of bad luck, months and months of talking about goals and plans...all of that is coming together. Sure I just lost. But that doesn’t matter anymore. That was merely a test. Because to me, it is putting everyone on notice. Every single person on this brand should keep their damn eyes open. When Nicole Starr first came to Defiance, everyone expected to get the funny quirky girl with an edge. People looked...and still see me as that girl out of Chicago just starting out her career trying to keep up with everyone in the back here. I won’t lie, I came in here as a rookie. I came in here starting from scratch. But those people that think I can’t keep up with them? Nicole is just as good, if not better, than most people on this show….and everyone will surely see it soon enough.” Nicole smirks, and shouts almost in a sing song voice, twirling her small framed body around in a circle arrogantly. As she stops spinning, a grin crosses her face as she looks into the cameras. NICOLE STARR: “Everyone in the back is on notice. All the people that think that they’re so high and mighty...all the people that still see me as the rookie trying to bank off a last name..everyone is on notice. Judge me if you think because I lost to MJ Bell. Like I said, it was merely a test. Because let’s be honest, what you all have right before you? An Icon in the making. A dark icon in the making…” Then ”Born Again Menace” by Roger Robinson plays and the crowd get to their feet as they never heard this song. Nicole Starr looks over to see who is interrupting her. No one is coming out. But then at that second. Zakk Lewis comes out, with the crowd cheering loudly, as he is carrying his World Championship GO Briefcase in his right hand. He has a microphone in his left hand. He looks to the crowd before looking back at Nicole Starr. His music then fades. ZAKK LEWIS: Well, well, well. Nicole Starr comes close to defeating MJ Bell then loses, and suddenly the world is going abuzz. Look, I can even get on my phone and see where the dirtsheets are flipping out because Nicole Starr has a good match with MJ Belll. Congratulations. Truly, congratulations. I never really thought MJ Bell was that great of a wrestler, but to a lot of people; she was. So congratulations, again. But, it’s funny to me. You talk about marking something new on Defiance. Pretty sure you had that mindset going into Dream On going for the No Limits GO. Which you did not win. So is this retaliation? Because if you want to talk about something that’s made a mark. Here you go! Zakk Lewis then raises his World Championship GO briefcase. ZAKK LEWIS: I have the golden ticket to become the most prestigious champion in all of history. Nothing is more significant about wrestling than the HKW World Championship. So before you start to blabber to everyone that you’ve ‘made a new mark’ for this Defiance. Just realize who just interrupted your little speech. But I understand, Nicole. But, last year I was so hellbent on making people respect me. Almost felt like that was the gameplan every night. Constantly stressing to the point it broke me. And when that broke me, I became more of a, uhh, Grasper, or a Goal-Orientated human being I would say. I lost myself, do you understand? I thought defeating my brother was a milestone, then I realized it was fake. My brother faked losing so I would get a boost of self-esteem. But you? You have no self-esteem. He paces around. ZAKK LEWIS: It’s funny to me. You come out here berating everyone about how they should look to you as the next ‘Messiah’ as I am just paraphrasing what you’ve been saying all this time. Yet you’re acting like a twitter hoe berating all these wrestlers and celebrities to hang out with you. This is why I say you have no self esteem. You get sad. You get scared and all in the dumps if no one hangs out with you. You want to become one of the best in this company? How about stop acting like a high school teenager. Maybe the reason why no one wants to hang with you 24/7 is because they are out there doing their job. It’s starting to really sink in that HKW is just a job to you to pay for your little house in Chicago. You can just come in, do whatever, and then leave. Fine, you can do that. But don’t start getting on the microphone and telling everyone off that you’re the next one in line for something golden around here. You’ll be handed nothing to you. You don’t deserve anything. You’ve got a few victories under your belt, and some opportunities that you couldn’t even achieve. You’re a fluke, and nothing more than just a whiny girl that talks abouts unnecessary things. You talk about chips. I talk about dreams. You talk about hanging out with your friends. I talk about ruling the world!! He raises his World Championship GO Briefcase again as he drops the microphone and his music begins playing as he walks backwards smirking. BRIAN MASON: Wow! The new World Championship Golden Opportunist speaks truth as Nicole Starr looks undeniably angry at the fact he came out here. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, someone had to say it. And Zakk Lewis was the man to do it. JERMAINE MARKS: Zakk Lewis better watch out tho! That little bitch crazy enough to hide in his briefcase and attack him dead in the night, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: Doubt it. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | May 9 2015, 10:36 PM Post #4 |
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![]() In the dark end of the hallways stood Bo McCleary with a rebel flag in hand. The silent brute of Anglo Saxon Heritage looked straight ahead with his usual cross-eyed mug, dressed for battle. Bo’s older brother and leader of A.S.H, Billy Joe McCleary is pacing back and forth completely irate. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: CAN’T BELIEVE THIS BULLSHIT GOT US TEAMIN’ WITH THAT NO GOOD WHORE! Billy Joe was starting to get beside himself before stopping in his tracks. Billy Joe gave Bo a hard smack on the side of his bald shiny head, firing up the solider. BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Know what? I ain’ talkin’ t’night folks…he is. BO MCCLEARY: *grunts* Billy Joe walked off with an evil mug on his face as Bo waved the flag back and forth. The scene comes to a close. ![]() The camera opens up in the back. MJ Bell is seated in the locker room area; she had just gotten done doing battle with Nicole Hamilton. Nonchalantly MJ fiddles with her phone typing up some type of message. A few moments later, Nina Stokes appears at the entry way. Nina leans on the wall a bit, simply observing her “friend,” who has yet to realize that Nina is room. A few seconds later Nina begins to slowly clap in a mocking fashion. NINA STOKES: Well, look at you. You look as if you just went out there and had a five star match. Bell glances up from the phone with a flash of irritation but this fades to a crooked grin. MJ BELL: What do you want? NINA STOKES: Oh, I just wanted to make sure you don’t get a big head. Just want to give you more some perspective, just in case you decide to get on the mic and start “bragging.” Because to be quite honest, that match was, hmm...lackluster. MJ scoffs loudly. MJ BELL: Gloating for hours isn’t my style unlike you Nina. One win and you think you’re at the top… Don’t worry, I know for a fact that you are queen of knowing ‘lackluster’ considering that has been your whole title reign. What have you done beside carry it around pretending like you belong with it? Nina smirks as she advances into the locker room. She slowly walks up to the bench and rest’s her right foot on it. NINA STOKES: Oh, I don’t know, does having a kick-ass match and defeating one of the world’s best athletes count? Better than laying on my ass I suppose. She quickly front kicks the bench, sending MJ toppling to the floor. MJ gathers herself and quickly springs to her feet. The noise from the altercation was heard by nearby two security guards. The both rush to the locker room in time to MJ and Nina rush at each other. GUARD: HEY! BREAK IT UP! The two guards run into the locker room and break things up before the situation becomes too serious. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is part of the Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament! Introducing at half of the first team, originating from Milan, Italy… Weighing in at 147 pounds…. NEEEEOOONNN!! The faster tempo of 'Trouble by Neon Jungle' disseminates around the sold out show as Neon makes her way onto the stage as the dark blue strobelights circulate around the arena illuminating the faces of the fans and making her platinum coloured hair glisten. She walks out unfazed by the crowd reaction as if ignorant to their presence, with a completely determined look upon her face. As soon as she reaches the stage's ending, she turns around, her back towards the fans and facing the area she just exited and raises her arms into the arm gracefully as her leather studded jackets drapes over her shoulders. She holds the pose for a little under 5 seconds before returning to her original position to face the fans once more. The music quickens in pace as she begins making her way slowly down the ramp, her gaze not flickering, focused purely on the ring. She sheds her leather jacket, throwing it from her shoulders and it slinks to the floor. The fans reach their arms out expecting for her to respond and touch them however the gesture is no reciprocated by Neon as she continues walking again with ill regard of their presence. She ends her walk down the ramp and walks straight toward the apron closest and grabbing the second ring rope clambers onto it with one pull of mighty force. Once standing upon it, Neon wastes no time and lifts her right leg over the second rope, ducking under the top rope and then bringing her other leg over so she now stands in the ring. She walks staunchly towards the ropes that layer the right side of the ring and jumps onto the second one, still with the determined and focused looks she entered the view with. She lefts her left leg over the top rope, so she has both legs on the second rope only wrapped over the top one before elevating her arms elegantly before wrapping them around one another and sliding them slowly from each of their grasp. She returns her right leg back to its origins, lifting it over the top rope and instantaneously jumps back to the canvas, sending a vibration and a thud sound echoing. The determined and intent expression still has not left her face as she walks to the ring's centre awaiting for the match to begin as she takes on the task of performing various stretches with her arms. WHISPER VIPERI: And introducing her partner, from Louisville, Kentucky… YOUR GLORIOUS LEADER, NEEEROOOO DARLINGGG!! The lights dim down before the opening strains of "Hate Me Now" by Nas sweep through the arena and the Nerolings begin screaming in anticipation. Teal blue lights sweep through the crowd and over the ring until they center on Nero Darling, HKW's GLORIOUS LEADER. She steps out onto the stage, her face and signature blue hair hidden under the hood of a black sweatshirt. Her head bowed so that her face is in the shadows of the hoodie as she pauses at the top of the ramp. It's been a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or death for me now But you know, there's no turning back now This what makes me, this what I am… As the beat picks up intensity, Nero stretches her arms out and walks slowly towards the ring. The lights pick up the words on the back of her hoodie, cursive and embossed in gold, "Ms. 502". She basks in the screams and cheers of the audience and hides a bright grin in the shadows of her hoodie. You can hate me now, but I won't stop now Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now, c'mon. But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now You can hate me now, you can hate me now... She finally breaks into a run, sliding into the ring on her stomach and popping up to her feet as she throws the hoodie off and runs to the ring ropes, hopping up on the middle rope with her arms outstretched. She holds the pose as the beat picks up around her and she blows kisses to her fans, many of whom are holding up signs emblazoned with her name and hearts. Well you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too It's as simple as that Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Go down any way you want it to go down Weak, jealous motherfuckers Fuck y'all! Nero drops down to the canvas and bounces in place with a bright smile on her face as she waits for her opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: Now introducing the second team of this match for the Lethal Lottery… from Red Bank, NJ and living in Philadelphia, PA... ASHLEEEEEEY SULLIVAN!!! The arena lights dim ever so slightly and turn to a mix of pink and purple as "Crash" by Fit For Rivals begins playing. Ashley comes bursting out from behind the entrance with a skip to stand out on the stage. Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching ringside, Ashley leaps up to the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside and she sits on the top turnbuckle before jumping down into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits the speakers. Smoke risen and the lights began to flash, but there was no Luke Wisia to appear on the ramp. All three wrestlers already in the ring looked around at the entrance way and waited on his arrival, but there seemed to be some commotion after the music kept playing and Luke Wisia didn’t appear. Ashley Sullivan was talking to the referee as Neon and Nero discussed amongst themselves. It seems that the official told Ashley that she will have to compete on her own if her partner wasn’t going to show up. BRIAN MASON: Well, I can say that I was excited to see this matchup and how the newly paired teams would work together… But it seems like this match has turned into a handicap match for Ashley Sullivan. RANDY THE PILOT: I bet Nero and Neon are loving this. All they have to do is play it smart and they can pick up the easy win. JERMAINE MARKS: How Luke not gonna show up, man? He returns and this dude already disappearing again? In the complete corner, they decided that Nero will be the first one to go up against Ashley and her lonely corner. Neon steps to the outside, keeping herself within arms reach of the corner and prepares for the match. Ashley stood in her corner, doing the best she could to forget that she was in this match alone, focused to get things started when the bells ring. ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! The bells rang and the referee signaled for the beginning of the match as Nero and Ashley began to circle each other. Ashley tried to grapple up with her opponent in the middle of the ring, but Nero dove under her arm and delivered a dropkick when she turned around. Ash is back to her feet quickly though and not giving Nero space as she locks up with a reverse armbar. Since she is alone, she took time to wear down her opponents in other ways. She only kept the hold in for a few moments before released and struck with a leg sweep while Nero was climbing back to her feet! Nero bunny hopped over Ashley as she reached for her legs. Before Ash can turn back around, Nero put her down with a springboard bulldog. She thens turned Ashley back over her hip with an arm drag. Ashley tried to find some room to get away from Nero, but she got backed up into the corner. She hopped up while Ash is stuck in the corner and executed a hurricanrana! It sent Ashley flying back to the middle of the ring and Nero began to climb the turnbuckle. Nero launched herself from the ropes and came down hard with a moonsault. Nero hit with such an impact that she bounced a few feet away from her opponent. The crowd jumped to their feet in excitement after Nero completed the move. Neon urged on her partner as Nero crawled back to Ashley in the middle of the ring and went for the quick pin. ONE! T-KICKOUT! The two count doesn’t go down as Ashley thrown her shoulder up to break the pin. Nero hopped up and blown a kiss at the crowd as they were cheering for both her, and Ashley’s heart to not give up on the match before it started. Nero made her way to her corner and tagged in Neon. BRIAN MASON: Team Neon and Nero starting out strong, as expected. Ashley refuses to not put up a fight though. JERMAINE MARKS: She done. While Nero and Nero are gonna be taggin’ each other in and out, Ashley has to suffer through this to the bitter end. Ashley slowly got back to her feet as Neon got into the ring looking fresh. She tried to quickly put pressure on Ashley, but she fought back before the match gets out of control. Neon wasn’t ready for the spinning leg breaker and either was the crowd as they began to cheer Ashley on. Neon got right back to her feet, but is put back down with a swinging neckbreaker! Neon rolled to the side ropes, reached up for them, until Ashley performed a baseball slide, kicking Neon completely out of the ring. She got right back to her feet to the cheers from the crowd as Neon gathered herself on the outside. Everyone could see Ashley as she began to wear down some and used the ropes to help keep herself on her feet. Neon slid right back under the ropes and into the match as she charged towards Ashley. She jumped up at the last second and connected with a standing dropkick that sent Neon for a tumble. This time it was Ashley who made her way over to Neon. She helped her gather herself back to her feet and tossed her over with a belly to belly suplex. Ashley begun to climb the corner ropes, as she looked to land the same moonsault that Nero used on her. Neon was back to her feet though and charged Ashley in the corner! She fought with Ashley for control of the corner until they both come down and Neon hits the jawbreaker on Ashley! It surprised everyone, even Neon, as she crawled forward and hooked both of the legs for the pin! ONE!! TWO!! T-NOOOO! Ashley kicked her feet wildly and broke the pin. The crowd erupted and everything drowned out as the referee shown two fingers to the audience. Neon didn’t argue with the referee, but started to nod her head in respect to Ashley. RANDY THE PILOT: Neon acting a little weird to anyone else? Normally she would’ve thrown a bitch fit. BRIAN MASON: Nope, don’t care. Ashley Sullivan is the real fighter in this match. Neon got back to her feet and made her way over to her partner. She tagged in Nero into the match and took her place on the outside. Ashley held her head and rolled to her side. Nero stood in her corner and waited for Ashley to get back up so that they would both have the equal go at each other. They circled and struck to grapple in the middle of the ring. Nero jumped up and put Ashley down with a Tilt-A-Whirl headscissors and hold in the lock afterwards! She kept Ashley’s head between her legs and held it in tight, pulling hard with her legs. Ashley began to kick her legs out, doing her best to break up the submission. She used her legs to help get closer to the ropes and wrapped her legs around the bottom one. The referee told Nero to release the hold and she does. Nero bounced off the ropes as Ashley got to her feet and delivered with a flying forearm. Ashley spun out of the way just in time and put Nero down a one handed bulldog. She reached down and pulled Nero in for a sleeper hold in the middle of the ring, nowhere for Nero to crawl away. She started to claw at Ashley’s arms to get the submission released, but Ashley used it to her advantage to make Nero stand back up. She lifted Nero up and dropped her with back suplex which shocked the crowd with Ashley doing her best in this match. Ashley is tired though and it started to show. While Nero climbed back to her feet, Ashley did the same. Nero connected with a kneeling DDT and put Ashley in the middle of the ring. We see Nero as she started to climb the corner ropes, as she looked to set up for her “Church” finisher. Ashley climbed back to her feet while Nero was still getting settled. She launched off, but Ashley springboarded from the ropes at the same time and landed “Just a Dream” The crowd went absolutely wild….. then. “Pain” by Three Days Grace hit the speakers again. Luke Wisia charged out from behind backstage and now stood at the top of the ramp as the crowd went a little silent. Ashley looked up from her knees, but ignored him and went for the pin on Nero! ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOO! Nero refused to let the pin happen and thrown up a shoulder off the mat. Ashley rolled over to her back and looked up at the sky as the crowd started to show some mixed feelings. Luke Wisia chugged the rest of his beer as he made his way down the ramp and threw it into the crowd which sprayed them. He started to yell out randomness towards their way and made his way around to his corner. BRIAN MASON: Glad to see Luke Wisia finally showed up for his match... RANDY THE PILOT: Homie just wanted to come in refreshed. Ashley should be happy for a pair of fresh legs right about now. JERMAINE MARKS: What the fuck, bruh? Luke is drunk. Look at him, he is shitfaced right now. They were right, Luke smelled like alcohol and looked drunk as well. He climbed to his corner as Ashley looked over at him and crawled to get him into the match. Nero had thought the same thing and made her way to Neon. She dived forward and made the tag to Neon while Ashley tried to do the same at the opposite end of the ring. Luke held his hand out and brought it back in at the last moment. He jumped down from his corner and looked at Ashley as she had a surprised look on her face. The crowd began to throw jeers in Luke’s direction. Neon grabbed Ashley by the leg and dragged her back into the middle of the ring. She turned and kicked Neon away and climbed back to her feet. Neon ran forward and went for the Ne to the Face! But Ashley jumped up and connected with the INTRO DUST to Neon! Just as Ashley climbed back to her feet… BANK SHOT from Luke!! The unexpected Bank Shot knocked Ashley Sullivan completely out. Luke grabbed the downed Neon by the arm and dragged her over Ashley for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! BRIAN MASON: DQ maybe? Interference maybe? Why does that look like it shouldn’t be allowed to happen? RANDY THE PILOT: For what? Knocking out his own partner? JERMAINE MARKS: Doesn’t matter. Neon and Nero get the win regardless and advance to the next round of the Lethal Lottery. “Trouble” by Neon Jungle hits the speakers for the win. Everyone looked confused as Neon leaned back on her knees and Nero tried to hold her hand up in victory. Ashley Sullivan hadn’t moved since she got with the Bank Shot. Neon looked as if she didn’t know how to react and stared in daze around before she accepted the win with Nero. WINNERS - NEON AND NERO DARLING (14:48) LUKE WISIA: Get the fuck outta my ring… Luke was talking to Neon and Nero after they were still a little shocked at how they would advance into the next round. Without question, they both left the ring to Luke Wisia and Ashley Sullivan. Luke ignored what should’ve been his opponents tonight as he dropped down to his knees where Ashley laid after getting hit hard with the unexpected Bank Shot. The camera zoomed in as we see Luke sat down next to Ashley. He ran his hands through her brown hair and set her head up on his lap. He whispered, but the mic he was holding picked up what he said. LUKE WISIA: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s all over now…. You ain’t gotta worry anymore. Shhhh. He held Ashley’s head in his arms, and put his fingers up to her lips as if to shush her knocked out body. The crowd began to rain down jeers and boos upon the Reaper. He heard them and turned his head slowly towards the crowd. You could see spit fly from Luke’s mouth as he began to aim his yelling towards the fans. LUKE WISIA: SHUT UP!! THIS IS HER FAULT, NOT MINE!! Luke let Ashleys head drop to the mat as he stood up, glaring towards the audience. The people in the first few rows could smell the vodka and beer that reeked off of him, but he didn’t care. LUKE WISIA: And this is YOUR fault… I wouldn’t have to do this if you guys didn’t cheer for pieces of shit like Ashley Sullivan. She shows up, says a few words, and wins you guys over? You CHEER for her? I come back and I gave you fuckin’ heads!!! I BROKE FUCKIN’ JAWS AND YOU GUYS DIDN’T APPRECIATE IT! While Ashley came around to give you words… I gave you cracked skulls. What the fuck is wrong with ya’ll? Shaking his head, he paced around the ring. Luke ran his hands down his face, scratched himself, and then turned to point at Ashley. The crowd was dead silent. LUKE WISIA: She’s the one who thinks she can just show up take what’s rightfully mine... MY SPOTLIGHT! This was all about the return of Luke “mother fuckin’” Wisia, not Ashley “down syndrome” Sullivan or her Pooh Bear boyfriend. When it comes down to who is the better returning wrestler, it’s ME! She can fool you morons all she wants, but that shit don’t fly with me… I brought you excitement. I knocked Fran’s fuckin’ face off. I was inches away from grabbin’ that briefcase and beatin’ Colton Sterling’s ass for the the No Limits Championship. Just like Ashley, Fran is NOT better than me. She might get away with low blows, but I hope I ain’t cause any brain damage when I knocked her head off her shoulders… She needs to remember that I can dismantle her anytime I want. Fran ain’t the only one who needs a reminder it seems… He walked over to Ashley’s body and looked down. LUKE WISIA: Is this really what everyone wants? The weak? People like her are what you get behind? Ashley Sullivan is nothin’... A win against Brian Stryker doesn’t make you jack shit. YOU WILL NOT SHOW UP AND THINK THAT YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME! I ain’t gonna hesitate to bring someone back down to reality. If this is what everyone cheers for, I’m glad I ain’t got the fans’ pathetic opinion. I’d rather be GOOD and be hated, than be SHIT and be loved. But that’s what you guys want, right? Turning his attention back to the crowd, he took a few steps away from Ashley’s motionless body. Luke sat down indian style in the middle of the ring, rested his elbows on his knees and continued on. LUKE WISIA: Everyone loves Shane Atwater. They love Onyx. They cheer they hell outta Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. You would eat Colton Sterling’s turd outta the toilet bowl if he told you it came outta his ass. Zakk Lewis… Well, fuck Zakk Lewis. ZAKK LEWIS IS A FUCKIN’ QUITTER! Too big of a vagina to stick something out until the end… As far as I’m concerned, Zakk is everythin’ that’s wrong with this God damn company. You wanna see someone who acts like a lil boy more than a grown man? You want someone who is just gonna give up on you like he did the Reapers? Someone who doesn’t have the BALLS to finish what he started… That boy ain’t gonna have any sympathy from me like he gets from some of the others. Do the fans wanna see me be Zakk Lewis? Do you wanna see me be the next Colton Sterling? He pointed at Ash’s body still in the ring. LUKE WISIA: How about I’ll be the next Ashley Sullivan? How original would it be for me to ride on Felicity’s back all the way to the top, just so I could be dropped on my head? Just like any other hoe, she has been ridin’ the Colton Sterling dick, the Felicity Banks back, and anyone else she can reach out for help… Let me ask you this. What the hell has this bitch done on her own? I came out here like a man not too long ago and told Fran like it was to her FACE! I did that because I’m the only REAL dude on this fuckin’ roster. You might not like to hear what the hell I gotta say, but you best remember that whatever I tell you is the God damn truth. Luke paused for a moment and went right back at it. LUKE WISIA: You want some more truth? Here it is… Ashley Sullivan ain’t shit without her boyfriend or a Banks in the picture. That’s the only reason she ever wore any gold and that’s the only reason her ass is this far up the damn card tonight already, because of ME... She comes into HKW actin’ like Lebron James when really her ass is a Byron Mullens. Who the hell is Byron Mullens? EXACTLY! Who the hell is Ashley Sullivan? He made a ‘derp’ face at the crowd and shook his head. LUKE WISIA: You know what? I’m tired of carryin’ people. First it was Neon and now you mother fuckers want me to carry Ashley’s ass to success? Fuck that, I’m done with it. I’m tired of makin’ people look good when they really ain’t. That’s the thing with these lethal lottery things, shit is rigged. You think I’m gonna feed into that bullshit? Nah. Not anymore I ain’t. If Ashley wants to be something special, she is gonna have to get it by herself. I gave enough of my blood to the red cross to last me a lifetime, the charity bullshit is over. The Ashley Sullivan hype is done and it ain’t comin’ back. Let it DIE! And next time you start cheerin’ for someone that you think is your next hero, take a step back and think to yourself… “Am I retarded?” Then tell yourself the truth and say “YES”. Ashley finally stirred some, but not much at all. After going through a grueling match basically by herself and taking the Bank Shot, it was no surprise that she as she still tried to gather herself. She rolled to her side as Luke crawled over to her from the middle of the ring. He put her head back in his lap and then turned back towards the ramp, as if there was someone up there to talk to, but it was empty. LUKE WISIA: Yo, Colton… Luke pulled Ashley’s face up to his and began to kiss her. The camera zoomed in and pictures started to be taken from the people in the crowd as we can see Luke slide his tongue in and really get up in there. He made out with her for what seems like forever before he was satisfied. After pulling away with a grin on his face, he ran his hands through Ashley’s hair for a final time. LUKE WISIA: There’s one for the family album. Don’t forget to show your kids the day that your girl got kissed by a real man… He threw Ashley’s head off the mat before he stood up. We see Luke look over to one of the ringside employees and tell them to play his music. “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits the speakers and Luke stood in the ring over his prey and couldn't stop laughing. He began to flip off the audience as he stepped out of the ring and the screen faded away to black. ![]() After hearing Felicity Banks say she needed space earlier in the night the angered Fran marched through the sand. Briefcase and No Limits title still in her grasp. She came to a halt when she noticed a familiar figure sitting down on the sands. Fran got a little closer - finally realizing that it was the HKW World Champion the Midcarder Slayer yelled aloud. FRANCESCA: YAWWWWL! Onyx spotted Fran. Captain HKW took a seat next to the World Champion. Fran’s relationship with Onyx was a tad different from the rest of the roster. While she had zero regard for most of them, and would do anything to make sure they knew it, there was a tiny part of Fran that didn't mind Payne. Possibly because of her affiliation with Felicity. FRANCESCA: Onyx, what are you sitting out here for? The No Limits Champion asked. FRANCESCA: Sand is for midcarders. Tents are for champions. Fran pointed towards the big tents for a moment. FRANCESCA: We're booked for a match later tonight against each other. You're thinking too huh, yawl? Because I have been thinking. This is random yawl. Nobody expected us to be where we are today yawl. Yawl ever think of that? Where you started to get where you're at. Same for me. I was homeless when I started yawl. People were telling me....or trying to tell me I would never last. Now I am cashing 135,000 doller bonuses. BREAD, Onyx. I'M being a champ unlike all of these wannabe, ASPIRING champions like XAD and Luke Wisia. You never took a second to look back to where everything started? Onyx turned her head and looked over at the No Limits champion with her head slightly tilted as she tried to process what exactly Fran was saying. ONYX PAYNE: … I know we have a match Fran, and I’m ready. Heh, who knows, I may have two by the night’s end. Laughing lighthearted, Onyx begins to stand up from the sand, dusting herself off with title in hand, before looking out in front of her in thought. ONYX PAYNE: I don’t know about you but, I know I wouldn’t be where I am without the love and support of my family and friends. You are right though. There were a lot of people who didn’t think that we could make it in this business. Who believed that we didn’t have what it takes. There was a time when I didn’t think you had what it takes. She looks over at Fran. ONYX PAYNE: You left. I didn’t think you were ever coming back. Figured you fell into the statistics. Then you surprised me. You surprised everyone when you came back. Now we are both champions and we have a match against one another. In our match, Fran... I want you to bring everything you have, and then some. I want people to know what they will have to go up against when they come after the No Limits title. I want them to see what they have to go up against when they come after the World title. We are representing the best of the best. We are setting the bar. We are setting an example. I want you to show me what being the No Limits champion is all about, because I’m going to show you what being the World champion is all about. Placing her Briefcase and prized No Limits Championship down to the sands Fran shot a half smile to the World Champion. FRANCESCA: Sounds like more of a good plan than anyone these bums out here right now could have thought up. We'll the WERRRLD why it isn't easy to be HKW No Limits Champ... If it was these so called “big time stars” who come into the company would have won it but they're weak. They getting that booty TWISTED. Still….that seems to be happening a lot these days yawl, unexpected success stories. We will light this entire beach on fire in a few. People misunderstand me. REAL women can get respect yawl, no fraud good one day bad the next day curtain jerker like your old friend Nina Stokes...should be Nina STAWP being a clingy ass jolly rancher then coming on here thinking people will take you seriously. People like Eva Castro who can mouth off at the lip like she was going to be a champion before me but currently not having the accolades to back that jawn up like the NO! LIMITS! CHAMP! The blonde pointed down furiously to her championship. After taking a breath Fran continued. FRANCESCA: Or one dimensional people who think they're a bigger name than Captain like Jack Warren who isn't attracting anything but remote clicks to change the channel aren't EVER going to get respect from the CAPTAIN. You? I don't ever have to fuck around with you yawl. You are a real woman, Onny. You never had anything handed to you. And YOU sure as hell never pretend to be something you're not. You. Are. A. Real. Woman. Fran extended her arm out to Payne. FRANCESCA: You proved that at Dream On in your match against Fel. Onyx looked down at Fran’s hand. FRANCESCA: Shake on it lawwwwd. Onyx extends her arm - grabbing Fran’s hand. The audience expected something bad to come of it but the scene faded on the image of Defiance’s No Limits and World champions showing each other respect. ![]() The camera cuts to the makeshift ‘backstage’ area on Waikiki Beach, where new number one contender to the HKW World Championship Shane Atwater is standing by, clad in his new ‘Everybody Taps’ t-shirt and jeans, the wind whipping slightly around him. SHANE ATWATER: This isn’t usually my thing. But you already knew that. As much as I’ve...gotten more comfortable speaking my mind on camera, putting myself out there in front of everyone….it’s not where I prefer to be. Shane pauses, considering. SHANE ATWATER: My place isn’t back here, talking in front of the camera. I’m not the guy who goes out for the tv roles, the commercials, all the perks. I’m not the guy who cares about all the frills, the one who’s here to enhance my modeling career or get myself a movie deal or buy myself a sports franchise. I’ve never wanted to be an entertainer, or a superstar. All I’ve ever wanted to be... The camera pans in slightly. SHANE ATWATER: ...Is the best. The absolute best, at the one thing I’ve chosen to devote my life to: Professional wrestling. For better or for worse, this business defines me. It’s who I am. I’m never going to be the guy with all the side projects. I’m probably never going to show up in a major motion picture, and I’ll never be the guy out there shilling a million different pieces of merch in every color under the sun. That’s not me. That’s not what I’m passionate about. What I am passionate about...is this sport. What I’m passionate about...is being the very best in this business when it comes to that ring. That’s what I’ve spent every single day of my life working toward. That is where all my focus, all my ambition, every ounce of will and tenacity I have has been devoted. Because this business is the only thing that has ever meant anything to me. This business is the only place that I’ve ever mattered. And I refuse...Absolutely refuse….to stop until I am that absolute best. Shane pauses, running a hand through his hair. SHANE ATWATER: That drive...That conviction...Is what allowed me to beat the McClearys at Almost Famous. That drive is what lead me to victory in the Crowned Royalty Tournament. And that drive is what allowed me to withstand every physical assault and psychological game Jack Warren and Xavier Asher Daniels had up their sleeve, to do what I promised from the moment the match was booked...and become number one contender to the World Championship. And that drive...that conviction...Are what will ensure that I leave Darkness Falls with that very same World Championship around my waist. Another pause as Shane paces for a moment. SHANE ATWATER: Because I can stand here, and tell the world a thousand times that I am the best professional wrestler on this roster...I can go out there, and I can pile up win, after win, after win, over the most vile, conniving sons of bitches, and the most elite competition possible...But until that Championship is around my waist, those words will ring hollow every single time. Until I can raise that title over my head, and hear my name announced as the reigning and defending HKW World Champion, then nothing...NOTHING...I say has weight or merit. It’s all as empty and fragile a boast as the hundreds of lies people like Jack Warren tell on a daily basis. And that is something I just...cannot live with. I can’t allow it. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am the very best professional wrestler in Hard Knox Wrestling...and on the planet right now. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that one-on-one, in the middle of that ring? I have no equal. But right now, all that is….is talk. A bold claim. Hot air, that can be dismissed no matter how many people I beat, or how many points I prove. So that belt, that Onyx Payne earned, rightfully, that she retained, honorably, that she so proudly holds right now...It isn’t just a title to me. It isn’t just something to pad my resume with. It isn’t a few more dollars in my bank account when the Championship bonus comes in. It isn’t just a symbol of excellence…. Shane comes to a stop, focusing in on the camera again. SHANE ATWATER: It’s validation. It’s proof positive that every word I’ve ever said in front of these cameras is true. It’s an immediate silence to any critics who want to try and poke holes in my legacy in this business, and it is my opportunity to showcase my abilities at the highest level, on the greatest possible stage, against the finest possible competition. When that belt is around my waist, those words become concrete. That hot air, that conjecture, it becomes fact. When I’m HKW World Heavyweight Champion...I don’t need to tell anyone I’m the best anymore. I have sixteen pounds of leather and gold that will speak for itself. There will be no more questions. No more slights. Just me. At the top of the mountain, where I belong. He nods, sighing slightly. SHANE ATWATER: Onyx Payne...respects me. And without question, I respect everything she’s done in Hard Knox Wrestling. Coming from where she did, the work she put in, with doubters and naysayers around every corner, to climb from the bottom of the ranks to the very top through sheer will and perseverance...it’s impossible not to be impressed with it. And believe me when I say I have the utmost respect for her, both as a wrestler, and as a human being. She is absolutely a more than worthy, and deserving World Champion. A Champion we can all be proud of….but come July 5th, that doesn’t matter. Shane pauses, rolling his neck with another sigh. SHANE ATWATER: All that mutual respect...it goes out the window at Darkness Falls. As much as I like you, Onyx, as much as I hold who you are and your hard work in high esteem...You are the one thing keeping me from my goal. From my singular aim. You are holding my validation in your hands, strapping it around your waist when you go to the ring, packing it away safely in your bags every time you travel. You are walking around with the single most shining symbol of excellence in professional wrestling, the badge of honor that says you are the very best...when it doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to me, Onyx. Plain and simple. That Championship is the last step on this journey of mine, and I can’t rest until it’s in my position. I can’t stop until that title is around my waist. I can’t be satisfied until ‘HKW World Champion, Shane Atwater’ is inscribed in the history books for ages to come. I don’t have a lot of side interests and projects to fall back on. I can’t go star in movies or television or fall back to a modeling career or anything like that. I’m a pro wrestler. It’s all I am, and all I can be, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be the very best in the entire world at it while I live and breathe. And that means, on July 5th, 2015, I step into the ring with Onyx Payne, and we give HKW the greatest Championship match the world has ever seen...before I beat her, in the middle of the ring, and claim the World Championship once and for all. I respect you, Onyx, and everything you’ve done...but you have what I need, and I will not stop...WILL NOT STOP...until I get it. Shane takes a step back. SHANE ATWATER: July 5th, 2015. Darkness Falls. I become HKW World Champion, and cement my place as the very best professional wrestler in the world. All the doubters be damned, all the naysayers be damned, Zakk Lewis and his fucking briefcase be damned….I am not leaving without my validation. All due respect in the world to you, Onyx Payne...but there’s only room at the top of the mountain for one, and I’ve been climbing far too long to stop now. July 5th, Onyx, you find out like all the rest. A final pause. SHANE ATWATER: Everybody taps. With that, Shane walks out of the frame, leaving the camera to pan over the beach before it cuts away. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | May 9 2015, 10:37 PM Post #5 |
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![]() See me in the club…. Wavin’ strobe lights! The fans began to boo once again as Fran marched on the sand with her case and championship in her hands dressed in her main ring attire. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh Fran deadass is a coniving ass woman. I don’t care what anyone says. Pretending to be crazy and think she was champ? BRIAN MASON: Pretending to have a fourth grade education. I just want to know why she still has that Briefcase even though she cashed it in already. She continued to walk, looking at the fans with disgust. As she got closer to the ring Fran rested her briefcase and No Limits Championship on the canvas of one of the ring’s corners (but not before giving the belt a kiss). WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen this champion vs. champion contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Bloomfield, New Jersey….The NEWWW HKWWW NO! LIMITS! CHAMPION! FRAAAAAAAAAANNN!!! Fran slid into the ring. Mouthing out to the crowd that she was “GOING TO WIN THIS MATCH EASILY YAWL.” Suddenly the sound of what can only be described as synchronized claps, chains, and broken glass can be heard as Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug begins to play. Already, the audience knew who was about to make their entrance. Drawing out one of the LOUDEST pops of the night to counter some of the LOUDEST boos that were tossed Fran’s way. Oh, like the salt of the earth, Each correction makes us stronger. Absconder… In happiness, yeah. Onyx walked from the backstage tent set up dressed in her attire. with her HKW World Championship wrapped around her waist. It was a struggle for her to make it through the crowd, even with two security guards guiding her path. The people were all trying to swarm the World Champion with love and appreciation. WHISPER VIPERI: Put your hands in the air! Put them up for the reigning HKW WOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRLD CHAMPION! From Cleveland, Ohio…..Give it up for ONYXXXXXXXXXXXX PAYNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Payne climbed up to the ring. Grabbing the ropes she stepped over the second rope. After eyeing Fran for two seconds Onyx pulled the championship from around her waist. Looking down at it. The object that signified her ENTIRE body of hard work since becoming a professional wrestler. ![]() vs. ![]() DING! DING! DING! JERMAINE MARKS: Aiiiiight we boutta get us some champ vs. champ. RANDY THE PILOT: Fran ain’t bout this life, if one of her two mentors struggled with the World Champ she ain’t got a chance. Onyx looked Fran dead in the eye. Then extended her arm out to her. Shades of what happened earlier in the night. People were booing their heads off. Screaming “Do not do it!” Before clapping a few times after. BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t count Fran out yet no matter how much I dislike her, she got to this point BY fooling people. If anyone can cancel that out it’s Onyx. Lets see if Fran REALLY respects THE CHAMP. Once Fran extended her arm and grabbed the hand of Payne people assumed something would follow but Fran backed up after shaking Onyx’s hand instead of taking the opportunity to create a shortcut. To everyone’s surprise. Fran and Onyx then circled around the ring. They then locked up! BRIAN MASON: Here we go! Onyx tucked her arm under Fran’s left underarm dragging her forward! Slamming the No Limits Champion down to the canvas! Fran got back to her feet after the armdrag. She ran towards Onyx only to receive a second! Thrice Fran got to her feet the World Champion leaped up taking the No Limits Champion down with a Thez Press! The crowd went nuts! Onyx then laid on the chest of Fran looking for a pin attempt! RANDY THE PILOT: Onyx takin’ Fran down! Let’s goooooo! Show em why you the top dog on Defiance. Count ref! Bruh! ONE! TWO! Fran rolled the shoulder out. As Onyx got up so did Fran. The blonde’s eyes were widened. Staring at Onny, who shot the Captain a smile. They locked up again - both women letting out a loud grunt - Onyx grabbed Fran’s right arm once. Fran yelled out in pain - Onyx twisted it again then went for the wrist lock position! Onyx turned Fran around quickly and went for the…. Lariat! Fran ducked under. Ending up behind Onyx! Fran leaped up pressing her knees against the back of Payne...Fran fell back nailing the Double Knee Backbreaker! Pushing Onyx down to the canvas Fran went for the pin attempt this time hooking a leg. ONE! TW-! KICKOUT! Onyx kicked out! Fran went right to the left leg of Onyx - lifting it up then dropping an elbow right onto it. Onyx yelled out. Fran dropped a second elbow on that left leg. JERMAINE MARKS: Old fashioned ground work by the No Limits Champ. Trained in ring by Star Deveraux. Fran has a little touch of old school in her. Fran then tried to turn Onyx over for her Single Leg Boston Crab but Payne rolled through kicking Fran back a few steps! Fran ran back towards Onyx only for the World Champ to leap up with a single leg high knee to the face of Captain HKW! Fran fell back to the canvas flat on her back as Onyx dropped down to pin her. BRIAN MASON: YES! Onyx hit the knee! That was a hard shot. Think I heard it from all the way over here. Pretty sure people at home could have heard that one! I just love how everything Onyx does in that ring has a purpose and the people are one HUNDRED and ten percent behind it all. ONE! TWO! THRE- Fran grabbed hold of the closest rope to her! The bottom rope! The audience was angered by it. JERMAINE MARKS: Told y’all Niggas. old school. Ring awareness. Onyx didn’t stop the offense. She picked Fran up - guiding her back to her feet. Onyx pressed her foot against Fran’s face and attempted to go for the inverted stomp facebreaker! Fran grabbed onto the rope causing Onyx to land on her back! Fran then pushed Onyx’s legs forward for a pin…...The No Limits Champ placed her feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage as the crowd booed loudly. Onyx had no idea what was going on. BRIAN MASON: No! That’s uncalled for! ONE! TWO! NO! The World Champ STILL kicked out! The crowd was back to cheering! Payne and Fran got back to their feet. Fran grabbed Onyx tossing her outside of the ring over the second rope. Fran then ran across the ring hitting the ropes - then running all the way back across leaping through the second and just below the third rope nailing Onyx with a suicide dive! They were down for a few moments before both got back into the ring at the count of five. As they got up Onyx ran at Fran hitting the Spinning Sleeper Slam! Once Onyx bent down to grab Fran again she was pulled right into the Acapulco Clutch (Koji Clutch)! BRIAN MASON: Acapulco Clutch! Homage to Fran’s heritage…...Though we all found out exactly how much of a fighter Onyx is. She let us all know at Divine Supremacy and then at Dream On in that FIGHT. That BRAWL with Felicity Banks. Onyx fought it! She began to push Fran’s leg off. Eventually Onny broke free! Just as she did NEON slid into the ring! Fran took notice quickly and rolled right out of it! Onyx stood up confused as the referee began to count! NEON was handed a microphone. BRIAN MASON: Oh man! NEON injecting herself into this great match. RANDY THE PILOT: AYYYYEE! NEON began to speak. The crowd was now fully behind the woman who called herself trouble! The referee began to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! NEON: Look at that. Francesca, I’ll be a thorn in your side until you give me that second chance at bringing you down at Darkness Falls. I’ll never stop. Just give me my opportunity to win that No Limits title. Fran shook her head no. “I WON’T FACE AN ANTIQUE. YOU THINK I’M AFRAID BUT THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. YOU’RE NOT IN THE HISTORY BOOKS, YOU ARE THE HISTORY BOOK YOU BAG OF BONES. I OUT CLASS YOU. GET OUT OF MY COMPANY!” She yelled without the aid of a microphone. The referee continued to count. NEON: Your choice. Try not to think you’ll have it any easier next week. You can’t avoid a one on one titlematch with me forever. Excrucio! JERMAINE MARKS: Fran better give her that title match! RANDY THE PILOT: She ain't gonna. Trust me she gonna find a way out. It's what she do BREH. BRIAN MASON: I'm just mad we didn't get to see how this match would have ended. SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!!! DING! DING! DING! The crowd cheered as Onyx's hand was lifted! WHISPER VIPERI: HERE's YOUR WINNER BY COUNT OUT! THE WORLD CHAMPION....ONYX PAYNE!!! Onyx's music "Salt of the Earth" hit as she looked rather disappointed the match ended that way. She didn't want it to end that way. The scene faded. WINNER BY COUNT OUT: ONYX PAYNE! (14:32) ![]() Felicity Banks is shown in the back as she nears the door to one of the many bathroom setups throughout the beach just before her match. Following along with her from behind, the camera looks over the shoulder of the self proclaimed queen of HKW as she pushes through the door. Upon entering, the most startling thing is the loud sound of bubbling although the source of the watery noise cannot be seen. FELICITY BANKS: Ashleeeeeeey! Are you in heeeeeeeere?! Following along behind Felicity, the camera finally picks up the figure of Ashley Sullivan with her head looking straight up to the ceiling before jerking her face back down over the sink in front of her and spitting out what was in her mouth. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Ugh, god Fel, I think I need to find something stronger than this crap mouthwash I found. Looking up, Ashley pulls her disheveled hair away from her face before turning to look at her long time friend, still hovering over the sink as if she was afraid she was about to throw up at any moment. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: What the fuck happened out there. All I know it was people are telling me and… Ashley stops short at recalling of what she has been told of the events earlier during her match against Nero Darling and NEON. She only shudders instead of continuing. Felicity tries not to laugh at the facial expression Ashley was making and leans her back up against the nearest wall. FELICITY BANKS: Well...um...you kinda sorta not really just cheated on Melatonin out there. Felicity pauses, shaking her head from side to side. FELICITY BANKS: Colton. I mean Colton. Sorry. Old habit. Felicity chuckles and walks up toward the sink, grabbing a hold of the mouthwash Ashley set on there. FELICITY BANKS: Ew, Listerine? I have some of that new Crest four in one mouthwash in my bag. Probably much better than this garbage. You would think with how much money HKW brings in Brandon and Blake would at least supply the roster with better mouthwash. Felicity sets the mouthwash back on the counter as Ashley continues to rinse her mouth out. FELICITY BANKS: It was seriously like an episode of Law and Order: SVU out there. I’d say that it surprised me, but Luke’s my cousin. Nothing that boy does surprises me. At all. Felicity reaches forward and holds Ashley’s hair back for her as she spits the mouthwash out. FELICITY BANKS: I mean, he’s not diseased or anything like that so you’re good there. He’s just a bit...eccentric? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Meaning he’s nuts. Great. Just my luck that my random ass partner is even more random in the head. Ashley finishes washing her mouth out and switches to drinking water to get the taste out of her mouth. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I don’t even know what he said and all out there. I just got the basic idea from Colt. Well between the “I’m gonna fucking kill him” outbursts. You know he rarely gets anywhere close to being angry but your fruit loop cousin did it. I don’t know it that’s what he wanted or he’s just that out of it. He’s nuts either way. Did what I could to make sure he lets me handle this on my terms just like he demanded I let him do things his way at Dream On. Felicity chuckles knowing well how Luke and Colton both were. She leans back up against the bathroom wall and twirls her hair around with her index finger. FELICITY BANKS: Soooooo, just do what I do. Punch Luke in the face and eventually he’ll stop messing with you. He’ll still curse you off at random, but, um… He won’t really mess with you like he did tonight. He’ll gain respect for you in his own sort of way. I don’t know, he’s hard to explain. After a sigh, Felicity walks forward and pats Ashley on the shoulder. You could sense that she was genuinely confused by what to say with Ashley being her friend, and Luke being her family. FELICITY BANKS: You both just need to like...figure something out before this thing escalates out of hand. I'm not getting involved in this, but I know how you both are, and things are just going to get worse from here. Trust me, I know. It reminds me of Billy Joe and his stupid redneck family. Never got settled, and things just kept escalating and escalating and I now I hate that peasant’s fucking ass. Felicity’s cheeks start to turn a softer shade of red just as she brings up the McCleary’s. FELICITY BANKS: Oh my god I hate them. I hate them so much! The former champion huffs and looks back over at Ashley. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, see? You don’t wanna be like this. I blame them for making me such an angry person allllllllll the time, and Luke could do the same thing to you; only double. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Oh I’m gonna hit him back. I don’t know how yet but it’ll be way nicer than what Colt wants to do with him… and I was the one that just got mouth raped. That’ll be it though. If he wants to take it further, that’ll be on him. Ashley’s face twists itself into a bit of a grimace as she remembers just how what she was told what happened to her in the ring was. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Umm… did he really have his tongue all th-- She stops asking though when she notices the awkward look on her friend’s face. Only looking back down at the bottle of mouthwash with a heavy sigh.. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Eww. Think I need something stronger… like some kinda edible bleach. The scene fades out with Felicity unable to suppress a slight chuckle at her friend’s disgust. ![]() The scene fades backstage as Reapers In Pride President Lance Winters is seen strolling around backstage with a toothpick in his mouth. Those who pass him by try their best to keep their distance and avoid him but the Prez jumps at them and laughs when they flinch. LANCE WINTERS: GETS EM every time. Lance walks past a locker room with the initials “X.A.D.” on the door. He stops immediately and back pedals. Winters removes the toothpick and flicks it off to the side, which it accidently hits a crew worker in the face. The crew worker starts to say react but notices it was Lance who did it. Lance takes a deep breath and knocks. LANCE WINTERS: HEY BUDDY. Open up. Getting a bit impatient Lane barges in. LANCE WINTERS: XAVIER! The sound of a pill bottle rattling was heard as the doors were forced open, before they fell to the floor as an extremely pale Xavier Asher Daniels looked up at Lance in shock. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: L-Lance how did… why are… He seemed to have trouble getting the words out, but decided against trying further as he went to pick up the bottle he dropped. He was avoiding looking Lance in the eyes, and his hands were shaking slightly as he pocketed the bottle of painkillers he dropped, before slowly standing back up. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Why are you here? Lance not seeing what was going on scratched the back of his head and paced back and forth. LANCE WINTERS: Look I KNOW we’ve gone through some shit in the past. I MAY HAVE done somethings to ya that we both may not be a bit proud of. He looks over to Xavier and points over to him. LANCE WINTERS: You know we’re about to be partners in this TOURNAMENT shin dig or whatever right? IF THIS IS going to work...We’re gonna have to get through this. Let’s make up? Yeah? Xavier takes a step away, the pill bottle rattling slightly in his pocket as he continued to avoid looking Lance in the eyes. Whether this was from intimidation or his own issues, he couldn’t tell himself as he began to speak. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Y-yeah, work together and make up… Sighing slightly, he turned and finally looked up at the much larger man. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’m not gonna pretend I’m gonna forgive and forget, Lance. That Xavier is dead and buried. You tried to end my career and if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re partners tonight, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to throw a Star Kick or two just for that alone…. but you’re right. We’re gonna have to try and get through this tournament together. Lance holds up his hands and nods with a smile chuckle. LANCE WINTERS: Hey I hear you. I COMPLETELY understand where you’re coming from. But you gotta understand, I was paid for a job. AND THAT’S ALL I WAS DOING. Lance goes to pat Xavier on the back but Daniels pulls away. LANCE WINTERS: No hard...Right. Lance pulls back his head and slides it in his pocket. LANCE WINTERS: No hard feelings right? Xavier looks away for a moment, thinking over the situation he’s in, before looking back at Winters with a slight smirk. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Yeah… no hard feelings. LANCE WINTERS: GREAT! Good well um… Lance looks around and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: Haha, that wasn’t too hard. ALRIGHT. SEE YOU OUT THERE BUD. The Prez does a spin and exits out the door as Xavier hangs his head low and runs his fingers through his hair. The scene soon then fades away. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening, and it is part of the opening round in the Lethal Lottery tag tournament! The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. WHISPER VIPERI: INTRODUCING FIRST.. FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner… Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. WHISPER VIPERI: On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS! As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles. Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… When the music hits, Bo McCleary (accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary who has a cooler in hand) comes from out the curtain in full ring attire. He slowly makes his way down to the ramp, grunting and waving his rebel confederate flag from side to side. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… from Vidor, Texas, weighing in at 231 lbs accompanied by Billy Joe; Bo McCleary! The commentators talk as Bo stops at the bottom of the ramp looking up at his opponent before letting off a smirk and more grunts. He removes his flannel best and then places it over the steel steps. Bo then suddenly leaps onto the apron and scurries through the middle rope, landing on his feet in the ring. He looks at his opponent crosseyed, waiting for his partner. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner… "Can you hear that...?" "Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd erupting in jeers and There's still no sign of Felicity until the "Queen B" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the smoke on top of the ramp, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth looking disinterested. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and throws her hand in their face, ignoring their jeers. She walks up the steps and into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey. She is the Queen of Hard Knox Wrestling. Felicity Baaaaaaaaanks! Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her. She hops off the ropes and turns around and gets directly in the face/chest of Bo McCleary. She moves away from Bo and walks toward the ropes, screaming something at Billy Joe. Billy Joe throws his hands up, ready to fight, with Felicity going to exit the ring. She gets held back by the referee as Winters and Xavier Asher Daniels stare across the ring, looking ready to attack Bo. BRIAN MASON: Chances of Felicity and Billy Joe coming to blows tonight? JERMAINE MARKS: Think she gon’ give that old bull a heart attack before they throw down, fam. He already got some rosey cheeks. RANDY THE PILOT: They need to be paying attention to my boy XAD and Prez. They look ready to-- BRIAN MASON: LOOK AT THAT! Winters and XAD run across the ring and attack their opponents! Winters elbows Bo right square in the face while XAD pushes Felicity off the ring apron and hard to the outside. She smashes her head off protective barricade, but XAD didn’t stop there as he slides out of the ring, lifts Banks up, and drops her down throat first against the protective barricade! Back inside the ring, Winters has Bo pressed up against the turnbuckles, and with only two people in the ring the referee calls for the bell! ![]() ![]() ![]() vs. ![]() ![]() DING DING DING! Lance goes to work on Bo with rights and lefts to the midsection, following the attack with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Lance pulls Bo away from the turnbuckles and slams him down to the mat with a scoop slam. Back outside the ring, Billy Joe McCleary yells for Felicity to get on the apron as the former World champion recovers from the early attack by XAD. Felicity makes eye contact with Billy Joe as she gets to her feet, but instead of going after him, she runs around the ring, rips XAD off of the apron, and hits him with a spin kick to the midsection. She grabs a handful of XAD’s hair and smashes him face first off the commentators table! JERMAINE MARKS: Whatchu doin’ here, fam?! Get on outta here! RANDY THE PILOT: You think that was bad? Wait until someone gets powerbombed through the table. With XAD down from getting his face smashed into the table, Felicity slides in the ring and sneaks up behind Winters. She whistles to get Winters’ attention and to get him to turn around. When he does, Felicity runs forward, but Lance blasts at her and turns her inside out with a huge lariat! BRIAN MASON: What a lariat from the RIP President! JERMAINE MARKS: Think he just took her head off, fam. Lance motions for XAD to get up and get in the ring, but Bo rushes to his feet and charges at Lance, clotheslining him out of the ring! Lance lands next to XAD, both partners scrambling to their feet. Bo goes out onto the apron, and tries a leaping double axehandle on both men, but the partners move out of the way, causing Bo to land off the announcers table face first. Lance and XAD go for a quick double team on Bo, but as they were getting him up, Felicity was climbing up to the top rope! RANDY THE PILOT: The hell is she doing, bruh?! BRIAN MASON: We’ve seen her fly before, just not in recent memory. Winters and XAD stand Bo up, but when they turn around, Felicity soars off the top rope and lands a crossbody on all three men! Billy Joe runs around the ring and screams at Felicity for hitting Bo with the move as well, but the former champion doesn’t seem to care. She laughs as she gets to her feet and approaches Billy Joe, getting just a few feet away from the A.S.H member. JERMAINE MARKS: These two finna throw they hands or nah? RANDY THE PILOT: Be surprised if not. They been at each others throats for a long ass time now. Felicity calls Billy Joe a peasant and slides herself back in the ring. She patiently waits for either Winters or XAD to get in the ring as Billy Joe screams obscenities in the former champs way. JERMAINE MARKS: Told y’all, bruh. He finna stroke right now. BRIAN MASON: Billy Joe does seem angrier than usual here tonight, and that’s saying something. XAD slides in the ring and immediately charges toward Banks. He catches a jumping elbow to the face for his trouble, and gets caught by a spin kick to the midsection from Felicity. She goes for a fameasser, but XAD pushes himself up, spins Felicity around, and powerbombs her dead in the center of the ring! XAD goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Felicity kicks out at right at two, XAD double checking the count with the referee. RANDY THE PILOT: Are they even legal? BRIAN MASON: Don’t think so. Don’t think the referee cares honestly. Lance and Bo make it back to their feet on the outside and immediately start going punch for punch. Bo gets the better of the exchange after a throat thrust, following that up by pushing Winters face first into the steel ring post! Bo wipes his face and tries to slide into the ring, but Billy Joe grabs a hold of his leg and pulls Bo out. JERMAINE MARKS: The hell he doin? BRIAN MASON: I… I have no idea. Billy tells Bo to go to his corner and wait for the tag, stating that “the whore needed to prove herself worthy to team with the McCleary’s.” Following Billy Joe’s words, Bo makes his way to his teams corner after stomping down on Winters a couple times. Back in the ring, XAD had Felicity in a rear naked choke, but the former champion fought her way back to her feet and elbows XAD in the midsection to set herself free. Felicity hits XAD with elbow to the face, and goes for her patent “Space Jam” DDT, but XAD catches her and sends her into the corner with a release northern lights suplex! RANDY THE PILOT: Folded her in half with that northen lights! JERMAINE MARKS: Nah, it looked more painful than it actually it was I bet. She a female. All females can bend in some weird ass ways. Winters is back on the apron and XAD makes the tag. Winters points at Bo and screams “this is what’s gonna happen to you” as he lifts Felicity up, and slams her to the mat with a vicious dominator! Winters pulls Felicity away from the ropes and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Felicity just kicks out at two as Lance locks in a bearhug. Billy Joe looks amused by the sight in the ring as Winters brings Felicity to his corner and makes the tag to XAD. XAD climbs up to the rope while Winters holds Felicity in position and hits a big dropkick! XAD quickly gets back to his feet and lands a short leg drop on the back of Felicity’s head. He lifts her back to her feet and goes for the “Automatic Driver” but Felicity pushes XAD away and hits him with a jumping spin wheel kick! BRIAN MASON: That’s the opening she needed! Now she needs to make a tag to Bo! XAD shakes off the cobwebs and crawls toward his corner. Felicity inches closer and closer to Bo, staring a hole directly through Billy Joe. She reaches forward and makes the tag to Bo, but XAD tags in Lance Winters! The two bulls storm the center of the ring and exchange right hands with Lance getting the better of the exchange. He spins Bo around and locks in a full nelson, but Bo spins himself out of it, and pulls Winters in for a short arm clothesline! Bo lifts Lance to his feet and goes for a t-bone suplex, but Winters elbows himself free and connects with a big cutter on Bo! Winters pulls Bo to his corner and tags in XAD. BRIAN MASON: Quick in and outs by XAD and Winters here. JERMAINE MARKS: Ayyyyeeee!! XAD kicks Bo in the midsection and attempts to hard irish whip him in the corner, but Bo puts the brakes on and sends XAD hard into his teams corner! Felicity comes out of nowhere with an apron head kick to XAD, sending him out of the corner and into a body avalanche from Bo! BRIAN MASON: Look at that! A McCleary and Felicity on the same page! Billy Joe stares at Felicity from the outside, almost offended that Felicity attacked XAD while Bo was in the ring with him. Billy looks over at Bo and screams ‘tag the bitch in!’ at Bo to which he obliges. Bo slaps Felicity in the shoulders causing the former champion to shoot him an evil bitch face. She looks in the ring and climbs to the top rope, measuring XAD up. She catches her balance and soars off with a guillotine legdrop to the back of XAD’s head! She spins him on his back and makes the cover… ONE!!! TWO!!!!! KICKOUT!!!! XAD just barely gets his shoulder up before the three count. Felicity slides away from XAD and eagerly awaits for him to get him. Once he does, Felicity goes for the running dropkick, but XAD sidesteps out of the way! Felicity scrambles back up to her feet, but XAD kicks her in the midsection, spins Felicity around, and hits his trademark backslide driver! Xavier crawls for the cover… ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!??! NO Felicity gets her foot on the rope before the referee's hand slaps the mat for the three. XAD grabs a hold of her arm and drags her to his arms cover, making the tag in to Lance Winters. Winters comes into and steps on Felicity’s stomach, pushing himself down with the ropes for more pressure. He breaks the before the referees five count and lifts Banks to her feet. Winters sets her up for a powerbomb, but Felicity crawls out beneath Winters legs and connects with a springboard thrust kick! Winters bounces back off the ropes, and on the rebound he gets taken down to the mat with a running sleeperhold slam from Banks! Felicity slides herself into one of the free corners and calls for the “Crucio” short-superkick. She patiently waits for Winters to get to his knees and goes for the kick, but Winters grabs a hold of Felicity’s foot, gets to his feet, and t-bone suplexes her all the way across the ring and into his corner! Winters walks over Felicity and makes the tag to XAD. BRIAN MASON: That may have been the biggest t-bone I have ever seen! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s only because we don’t go to the same steak houses. With XAD in the ring, Lance lifts Felicity up in the spinebuster position, and XAD comes out of nowhere with a leaping leg lariat! Banks hits her head hard off the mat as Lance exits the ring and XAD taunts the crowd. Billy Joe could be seen laughing it up ringside telling Bo ‘it’s over boy.’ RANDY THE PILOT: What a double team move by Reaper Rain! BRIAN MASON: Reaper Rain? RANDY THE PILOT: That’s what I’m callin’ them. JERMAINE MARKS: I fucks with it. XAD points at his leg, signaling for the Star Kick. He waits in the corner for Banks to get up, and when she does, XAD goes for the kick, but Felicity ducks underneath it and connects with superkick of her own! RANDY THE PILOT: Bank Shot! Billy Joe’s jaw drops on the outside as Banks starts crawling toward Bo to make the cover. Xavier was out like a light as Winters screams for his partner to get up. Felicity inches closer and closer to Bo until she was finally close enough to make the tag… BRIAN MASON: Oh what the hell?! Billy Joe rips Bo off the apron just as Felicity was going to make the tag! The crowd boos Billy Joe and Bo as Billy points and laughs at the still downed Banks. She crawls toward the ropes and whispers “I’m going to kill you” in Billy and Bo’s direction. RANDY THE PILOT: Knew that shit was gonna happen, bruh. Meanwhile, XAD was back to his feet, but instead of going in on the attack, he makes the tag to the fresher Winters. Felicity pulls herself up to her feet and spins around, but gets ran over by a spear from Winters! Winters lifts Felicity up, throws her arm over his shoulders, and spikes her head down to the canvas with the Reaper Driver! Lance hooks the leg and makes the cover… ONE! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… Xavier Asher Daniels and Lance Winters!!! “Dance with the Devil” blares through the sound setup as the referee holds up XAD and Lance’s hands in the air. Lance gives XAD a pat on the back before he looks down at the still downed Banks, mouthing the words “sorry, toots” at her lifeless body. BRIAN MASON: You know, part of me actually thought Felicity and Bo were gonna work together here tonight. With that said, congratulations to Xavier Asher Daniels and Lance Winters for moving onto the next round. JERMAINE MARKS: Ain’t nobody’s fault but yours for bein’ a dumbass. XAD and Lance exit the ring and walks up the entrance ramp to cheers from the audience on the beach. Billy and Bo stick around and slide themselves into the ring just as Winters and XAD hit the top of the ramp. RANDY THE PILOT: The hell’s going on? Billy pushes Bo’s shoulders and points and laughs at the fallen Banks before the duo start putting the boots to her. Bo lifts Felicity up, but only to slam her back to the mat with a spinebuster! JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, bruh. They finna fuck this girl up, slime. Billy starts shouting directions at Bo, telling him to lift Felicity up to her feet. Billy exits the ring and starts perching atop the top turnbuckles, much to the surprise of the Hawaii crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: The bearded wonder’s gonna fly! Bo hits Felicity with a big European uppercut, and then lifts her up in a ricola bomb. Bo moves back just enough for Billy to reach her, and Billy leaps off the top turnbuckle with a blockbuster, executing the GAINESVILLE GETERDONE!!! Billy scrambles to his feet and puts his boot on Felicity’s chest, screaming out “you ain’t no queen!!” as Defiance comes to an end. WINNERS - LANCE WINTERS AND XAVIER ASHER DANIELS (16:19) |
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