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DEFIANCE [B]XXXIII[/B]; Crandon Park Beach in Miami, Florida
Topic Started: May 23 2015, 09:17 PM (805 Views)
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Location: Crandon Park Beach in Miami, Florida

The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XXXIII poster!

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The scene fades backstage as Luis Vialpando is seen stepping outside of his client Eva Castro's locker room. As he does backstage interviewer Damien Marks and his cameraman were there standing waiting to greet him.

DAMIEN MARKS: Well look at what we got here Tony. My faviriteo Mexicano Mangero. Mr. Ressurect A Bitch himself, Luis "Zombieland" Vialpando. What's good bruh?

Luis rolls his eyes.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Yes, quite the introduction Marks. What can I help you with?

DAMIEN MARKS: Well I was about to try and to Eva fine ass but I guess I can talk to you. You need some air time anyways. You barely ever get some. How you a manager but you don't ever be out here doing nothing. No wonder you ain't win Manager of The Year...With yo irrelevant ass.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Jaja, well I'm not the sort of manager to overshadow my clients. And Eva is busy preparing for her match but I am glad you were so eager to actually conduct an interview instead of on your "talk show", Damien.

Damien shrugs.

DAMIEN MARKS: Ain't my fault majority of these niggas in this company are pussies and scared of talkin' to Realla. Too afraid of a nigga being one hundred with em.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Uh huh...So if we can get this interview started?

DAMIEN MARKS: Right my bad. Aight so what's good with Eva? She over here talkin' bout Aurora better not fuck up a match last show and next thing you know she over here whooping her own partner ass screwing up the match for them.

LUIS VIALPANDO: The answer is simple. Eva has said this already that she has worked hard to be where she is today and I can confirm this. I've watched Eva grow into the woman she is today. Still and strong willed as she was when she first stepped into me and my brothers gym. For someone to come out of the blue and claim she is superior to her is utterly stupid. Eva stopped to think why must she have to work with someone such as this? Why work with someone that thinks they're better than you when you know your ten times better than them? That is why she attacked Aurora at the end of their match. And now I stand here on behalf of my client Eva Castro to issue a challenge to Ms. Aurora Master to defend her Superior Championship against my client to prove once and for all who truly is the superior one of the two.

Luis looks into the camera.

LUIS VIALPANDO: You have until the next episode of Defiance to accept this challenge Ms. Aurora. Or there will be consequences.

He then looks back towards Damien Marks with a smile. He pats her on the shoulder and nods.

LUIS VIALPANDO: You enjoy the rest of the night, Damien. Nice talk.

Luis walks away leaving Damien standing there in front of Eva's locker room door as the scene fades away.

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Jay and Jessie Gatz are seen backstage in their wrestling gear each with a PBR in hand. Jessie takes a drink while Jay quickly gets to business.

JAY GATZ: Tonight is gon be tha last tyme that we rassle on the Defiance brand. Nah we ain’t upset bout it dat’s just how it works. We jus wanna thank all tha fans and erryone who helped us out along tha way. But dat don’t mean we ain’t out to put some boots in asses! Nah Leafy you and I started sumthin last show dat I intend to end hurr. I’m gunna put a hurtin on you and the rest of yo god forsaken teammates and we gon leave Defiance with a win! Right Jessie!

Jessie lowers his beer as if on command

JESSIE GATZ: SHOYOURITE!

The two brothers then clank their cans together and take a drink before moving on.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

The match gets underway with Jay Gatz starting the match for his team, and Leifi Maivia starting the match for his. They lock right into a collar and elbow tie up, Maivia pulling Gatz into a headlock. Maivia wrenches on the headlock and makes the quick tag to Eva Castro. Castro gives Leifi the evil eye as she enters the ring, then kicks Gatz right in the midsection. Eva chops away at Maivia with kicks to the leg that get him down to his knees, and then a big kick to the head that gets him down to the mat. Eva makes the first cover of the match, but only gets a two.

As the match progresses, Eva continues her attack on Gatz, hitting him with a reverse hurricanrana before she made the tag to Amelia. Instead of going in for the attack, Amelia charges across in the faces of Jesse Gatz and Leander Apollo both, causing all three of Jay’s partners to angrily storm the ring! The referee turns his attention to the trio, allowing the other Kochanki sister to enter the ring, along with Eva and Leifi; the three beating the holy hell out of Gatz! Before the referee's turns back around, Eva, Leifi and Amelia leave the ring, leaving the other identical Kochanki in the ring without a tag.

Kalashnikov stomps down at Jay’s leg before she turns her attention and taunts the partner of Jay Gatz. Kalashnikov kicks Jay directly in the face before she tags Leifi Maivia back into the match. Leifi bounces off the ropes and lands a big running body splash. He makes the cover, and even after the beating he sustained so far, Gatz kicks out at two! Leifi smirks and rips Gatz to his feet, flinging him over his shoulder for a powerslam attempt, but Jay slides down Leifi’s back and hits him with a lungblower!

Jay crawls toward his corner, knowing full well that he had to get out of the match. He turns around and sees Leifi was also crawling toward his corner, making the tag to Amelia Zuraw. Gatz dived forward and made the tag to Leander Apollo! Apollo enters the ring and immediately takes Amelia down with a running Yakuza kick to the face. Instead of continuing the attack on Amelia, Leander darts across the ring and elbows all three members of her team in the face, knocking them off the apron!

Amelia turns as Leander lifts her into a suplex position, but it’s quickly reversed with a snapmare. With no partners in Amelia’s corner, Leander wears her down with a headlock and then tags into Cade as she executes a dropkick from the top ropes while Leander held her there. Vanessa goes for the pin, but it’s Leifi who manages to get into the ring and break it up! Kochanki and Leifi return to their corner as Amelia now has some space to make the tag, and brings in Eva once again. Eva tries to come at Cade aggressively, but it doesn’t play out in her favor as Vanessa pulled off a combo of punches, following up with a jawbreaker on Eva! Cade goes for another pin, this time on Eva, but it’s broken up with a kickout. Cade falls back to her knees as Eva rolls around on the ring, feeling the after effect of the move.

Cade takes the time to tag in Jay Gatz, who comes into the ring, but it rung up with a spinning wheel kick from Eva. Eva was still a little shaken up from the jaw breaker and reaches out to tag in Kalashnikov into the match. Jay goes for a clothesline, but it’s ducked and reveresed with a hip toss that sends Gatz rolling into the corner. Kalashnikov gets Jay backed up into the tuenbuckle, but he reverses with a back elbow and pulls Kalashnikov to him as he throws her into the corner and bounces off the opposite turnbuckle for the return. Jay Gatz connects with the Wabash Cannoball on Kalashnikov! She rolls to the middle of the ring as Jay dives down for the pin, Leifi and Eva coming in for the break up, but it’s Cade and Apollo who stop them in their tracks. One… Two…. THREE! Jay Gatz jumps to his feet as Jesse storms the ring to celebrate the win with him. Amelia gathered Kalashnikov from the ring and begin making their way to the top of the ramp. Leander Apollo walks over to the Gatz and raise their hands in victory as the scene fades away.

WINNERS: TWIN GATZ AND THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES

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Behind the gate that protects the HKW wrestlers from the fans on the beach was one Felicity Banks. It looks as if she has just got done laying on the beach, wearing a black bikini top, a pair of gray shorts, and flip flop sandals with "Jordan" knapsack hanging around her shoulders. She looks out the gate and stares at the crowd for Defiance before she spins around and bumps right into the cameraman.

FELICITY BANKS: Jesus! Can you NOT pop up like that anymore?

Felicity rolls her eyes and walks toward her tent, but the cameraman was following along. The former HKW World Champion turns her head over her shoulder, noticing that the cameraman was still behind her. She grunts, sighs, and closes her eyes.

FELICITY BANKS: And now you’re following me…

She spins around, now staring directly at the cameraman.

FELICITY BANKS: Why are you following me?

The cameraman shrugs, an annoyed look on the face of the 2014 wrestler of the year.

CAMERAMAN: Just wanted to check up with you is all, Ms. Banks. You had a rough Defiance last time out.

Felicity shines off a half-smirk. You could sense that she was bothered by all the happenings that have been going down on Defiance television as of late, but Felicity did what she always does.

Made it seem irrelevant to her.

FELICITY BANKS: Pft. Rough Defiance, huh? Tell me… was the last Defiance rougher than the one where Xavier Asher Daniels tried to tear my knee apart, hmmm? No, wait… was the last Defiance rougher than the one where Talia and Ina beat the crap out of me so our plan worked? Wait, no…

She pats her chin with her right index finger.

FELICITY BANKS: Was the last one rougher than the one where I got arrested on national freaking television?

She flails her arms out to her sides, waiting on an answer from the cameraman.

FELICITY BANKS: No? Didn’t think so. When you’re the star of this company you don’t really have any easy Defiance’s. You don’t have any off days off. When you’re Felicity Banks, you’re expected to come out here and steal every single show while the rest of the roster sits on there hands and waits for stuff to be thrown their way. See, I don’t wait, cameraman. I don’t wait for HKW to throw me a bone or give me chances. I go out there each and I get what I want MYSELF. No assistance from HKW needed.

The former champion slides her sunglasses onto her nose, still looking at the cameraman from behind the shades.

FELICITY BANKS: Rough shows?

She shrugs her shoulders.

FELICITY BANKS: All part of the norm for me. It’s not all perfect and whoopteedooo for Felicity Banks like it is for some people in this place. I get myself into shit, cameraman. I get myself into a LOT of stuff.

She lchuckles, taking a small step backward.

FELICITY BANKS: I don’t hide my face when I get to these shows. I don’t hide in the back and away from the public because I’m afraid of the camera. I’m not one of those jackasses in the back who just “let their actions” do their talking.

She shakes her head from side to side, a sarcastic laugh escaping her lips.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s not me. I come out, I put my face on camera, I put my body on the line each and every night, and I TAKE what I WANT. That’s why with or without the World Championship I AM THE ONE WHO RUNS THIS PLACE.

A sincere smirk takes over her expressions.

FELICITY BANKS: Sometimes...just...sometimes...I wish I could be like all the rest of the talent here on Defiance, cameraman. I wish I could sit around, twiddle my thumbs, and have chance after chance after chance thrown at me when I haven’t done shit to deserve it, buuuuuuuuuuuut alas… I can’t. I can’t because I’m held to a higher standard than just about everyone else in this company, and you know what? That’s all fine and dandy, but make no mistake about it…Defiance? Defiance is MY show. HKW is MY company. And to every single peasant in the back...

She stares coldly at the camera lens, speaking directly to the Defiance talent.

FELICITY BANKS: You should really, really take everything that gets handed to you while you still can, peasants. Take every single freaking thing Romeo, Brandon, and Blake give to you because soon…very soon…much sooner than you think...I’m going to rip everything right away from you and take back what's MINE.

She flashes a smile and spins her heel.

FELICITY BANKS: Click...clock…click...clock…

Felicity turns herself around and starts walking toward her tent, but not before the cameraman asks her a few more question.

CAMERAMAN: Do you have anything to say about your match later tonight?

Felicity keeps her steady pace, not bothering to turn around to reply to the cameraman.

CAMERAMAN: Do you have anything to say about your partners? Or about having to face your cousin in a match?!

Her steady pace continues, now only a few feet away from her tent.

CAMERAMAN: What about A.S.H?!

Just like that, the former World Champion stops her pace, turns herself around, and stares at the cameraman with a scowl on her face.

FELICITY BANKS: …what about ASH?!

She walks toward the cameraman, dropping her Jordan knapsack into the beach sand.

FELICITY BANKS: WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT THEM?! ARE THEY HERE?! WHERE ARE THEY?! SHOW ME!

She reaches forward and grabs the cameraman by his shirt collar, shaking him vigorously to get an answer out if him.

FELICITY BANKS: SHOW ME, SHOW ME, SHOW ME! NOW! WHERE ARE THEY?!

CAMERAMAN: Felicity! I don’t know! I was just asking you a question!

After a few more shakes, Felicity lets go of the cameraman and pats down the wrinkles in his shirt that she made.

FELICITY BANKS: Oh...my bad…maybe you should’ve been more specific with your question and this wouldn’t have happened!

She fixes up the cameraman's shirt, steps backward and grabs her Jordan knapsack off the sand.

FELICITY BANKS: What about A.S.H, though? Simple. I’m going to do what so many peasants have claimed they were going to do but failed. I'm going to do what everyone in this company WANTS to do, but nobody really has enough balls to do it.

She wraps the knapsack back around her shoulders and smiles for the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m going to remove A.S.H from Hard Knox Wrestling. I’m going to give Billy Joe the beating of his life! And when I’m done with that? I’m coming to get my belt back...no matter who has it.

She locks her eyes on the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: Take what’s handed to you, ladies and peasants...before I rip it away from you.

With that, Felicity turns around and makes it to her tent as the camera transitions to ringside.

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Scene opens up with Damien Marks in the back.

DAMIEN MARKS: Yo, wassup niggas? I been tryin' to follow this guy. But I finally got em. HAH. GOT EEMMMM.

No one laughs.

DAMIEN MARKS: The fuck bruh!? Y'all niggas know you suppose to be laughin' at my jokes. The fuck you think you is?

Zakk Lewis then pops on screen, holding his World Championship GO briefcase.

DAMIEN MARKS: Shit! Zakk fuckin' Lewis. What's good, bruh!? Yo. Aight, so we gotta know. You now the World Championship GO briefcase holder now. You proved everyone wrong when you won it. Even though you were a fan favorite. Lotta niggas in the back didn't think you was cut out to win it. Thought you was gonna pull some shit you did last year and dip.

Zakk Lewis then makes a shrug look.

ZAKK LEWIS: You see, it's been like that my whole life. I can come into a battlefield, and just when you thought you knew what my next move was going to be. You were flat out wrong. I've been proving people wrong my whole life, Damien. Nobody can determine my next move. Wrestling is something I've learned on my own as a craft. A lot of people here are so wrapped up in their social media lives, while I live and breathe this job. Some say I have no life. Truly I don't. I'm not married. I don't have kids. So, there's no reason for me to slip up. I knew I was the better man, Damien. I knew where my head was going into that match. So for the people who are still DOUBTING me. For the people who are still WATCHING and PAYING ATTENTION to the little things that don't really matter on this show. I just hope they don't have ADD, because it's going to be hard to not pay attention to my World Championship reign sometime within the next year.

DAMIEN MARKS: Damn, bruh. Can you give a nigga a hint when you boutta cash that shit in?

ZAKK LEWIS: Could be months from now. I could wait until 2016. Maybe wait until the end of this year. I could cash it in tonight. See, and that's the beauty of it. You don't know my move, Damien. No one does. So just know. When I do cash it in. It'll be at the most unpredictable time.

DAMIEN MARKS: Ayyy. Hype for that. Aight, yo. So that crazy demon possessed bitch Nicole Starr. 2 weeks ago. You interrupted her shit to tell her pretty much she ain't nothing but shit. Niggas spillin' beans in the back sayin' she gonna respond about your intrusion later tonight. What you gotta say about that?

ZAKK LEWIS: What do I have to say about it? Nothing. People can re-watch that speech and decipher that themselves. But her responding to it? Good. Because, I figured she would. But I have something she needs.

Zakk Lewis then smirks and walks off set. Damien shakes his head and looks at the screen. Does a twirl for 'CUT!'

Scene fades.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is set for one fall!

An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first! From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!!

As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for his opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent!

"Yeeeeeaaahhh! Yeeeeeaaahhh! Yeeeeaaaahhh! Yeaaaaahhh! T-t-t-totally do!"

Dylan bursts through the curtain jumping in the air and landing into a roll as fireworks go off to both of his sides in multiple colors. Popping to his feet at the top of the ramp arms spread out as he looks all around. The camera man gets closer and closer, right next to Dylan.

Dylan:
MIAMI! YOU READY FOR SOME DOUBLE D?!


He continues down the ramp jumping up and down and high-fiving his fans. Stopping halfway down the ramp he starts to pretend he's on a DJ booth before bursting down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He burst up and flips onto his hands, his legs landing onto the ropes and flipping backwards back onto his feet and outreaching his hands spinning in the center of the ring.

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DING DING DING!


As the opening bell echoes on the beach, Drecks blasts out of his corner right at Page! He reaches the former FGA World Champion and blasts him with a right hand, but Page smirks and stares at the smaller Drecks, a sick gleam in his eye. Drecks goes for another right hand, but Page blocks it and hits Drecks with a forearm shot right to the chin. Drecks stumbles back, but Page grabs a hold of his arm and sends him hard into the free corner behind him. Page walks up to Drecks and starts hitting him with vicious blows to the midsection, following it jabs with knife edge chops the chest.

Drecks holds his chest, clearly in pain, as Page rushes up behind him and hits a decapitating lariat to the back of Drecks’ head! Drecks falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes as Page throws his arms out to his sides and yells out “King of the World” for the audience in Miami.

BRIAN MASON: Can’t say I know much about the guy, but he’s been impressive here so far.

RANDY THE PILOT: He’s probably thinking that’s Sunshine Tony in the ring with him. It does look like him a bit…

Page grabs a hold of Drecks’ hair and lifts him to his feet before he sends him back into the corner. This time Page drives his shoulder into Drecks’ midsection before stomping away until Drecks was down, and seated in the corner. With Drecks down, Page runs off the ropes and comes back to connect with a running facewash! Drecks face almost gets sent into the Gulf of Mexico as Page pulls him away from the corner and makes the cover…


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



A sick smirk forms on Page’s features just as soon Drecks kicks out. Page wraps his arm around Drecks’ neck and locks in a choke hold, but instead of bringing him down to the mat, he lifts Drecks up to his feet. Page drives the point of his elbow into the back of Drecks’ head and hits a picture perfect snap half-nelson suplex! Page pushes himself back to his feet and throws his arms out to his side, taking in the jeers from the crowd.

JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga straight up man handling Drecks, fam.

BRIAN MASON: He really is, but I wouldn’t count Drecks out yet. We’ve already seen that he was resilient on the last Defiance.

Page goes to lift Drecks up to his feet, but Drecks comes out of nowhere with a big European uppercut to Page! Page stumbles back into the free corner behind him while Drecks pushes himself back up to his feet. Drecks looks at the stunned Page and charges right at the corner, leaping up to Page’s midsection and flips him across the ring with a monkey flip! Drecks patiently waits for Page to get up, an idea already in his mind. Page gets up to his feet and Drecks charges at him, but Page connects with a big boot right to Drecks’ face!

Page angrily swipes his hand down his face and grabs a hold of Drecks by his hair. He rips Drecks up to his feet, spins him forward, and hits him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a snap DDT! Page looks ready to go for a pin, but instead, he grabs a hold of Drecks’ hair once again, rips him to his feet, and hits another snap DDT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn. Page just spiked that dudes head hard. Not once, but twice.

BRIAN MASON: That’s a baaaaaaad man in the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: He a bitch.

Page puts the stomps to Drecks before lifting him up to his feet, sending him hard into the corner. Page backs into the corner directly opposite from Drecks and charges forward for a corner big boot, but Drecks moves out of the way, causing Page to get himself hung up on the ropes!

BRIAN MASON: This is the opening Drecks needed!

Drecks pulls himself up using the ropes after the vicious attack by Page. Drecks looked over at Page rattling around the rope and immediately hit him with a elbow to the back of Page’s head that sends him to the outside! Page pushes himself up to his feet and swipes his hand down his face, but he gets taken back to the ground after a vaulting body press by Drecks!

JERMAINE MARKS: My nigga double D comin’ fo’ that ass, Page!

BRIAN MASON: You’re a Dylan Drecks fan?

JERMAINE MARKS: Nah, I just ain’t a Jimmy Page fan. Don’t like that nigga for some reason.

RANDY THE PILOT: Doubt it’ll be long before he gives you one, honestly.

Drecks slaps the hands of some of the fans at ringside as he waits for Page to get up to a vertical base. Once Page was up to his feet, Drecks slides him back in the ring and begins perching up to the top rope. He catches his balance and waits for Page to turn around before he soars for a crossbody, but Page turns the crossbody into a snap powerslam! Page quickly mounts overtop of Drecks and drives the point of his elbow directly into Drecks’ face over and over again! Page finally stops and brings Drecks up to his feet only to kick him in the midsection, put his head in between his legs, and lift him for the powerbomb.

JERMAINE MARKS: He gon’ powerbomb dude straight to hell.

Instead of powerbombing Drecks to the mat, Page walks forward and powerbombs his opponent directly into the corner! Drecks falls forward, but Page comes toward Drecks and hits him with the rolling elbow!

BRIAN MASON: Concussion!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, he definitely has one after that.

BRIAN MASON: No! I mean that’s what Page calls that move! Concussion!

Page smirks sadistically as he pulls Drecks away from the corner and makes the cover, not bothering to hook the leg…


ONE!


TWO!!


THREEEEEE!!!!


DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner…. JIMMY PAGE!

“I hope your suffer” by AFI blares over the speakers brought to the beach as Page gets to his feet and gets his hand raised by the referee. Page rips his hand away from the referee, his eyes still focused on Dylan Drecks.

RANDY THE PILOT: Gotta say….that was impressive.

BRIAN MASON: Impressive? Page just showed DOMINANCE. He--what the hell?!

Page gets down to the mat and starts pummeling away with right hands to Drecks’ head. The referee tries to rip Page off of Drecks, but Page shoves the referee out of the way!

JERMAINE MARKS: First night on the job and homie already gettin’ fined.

Page continues to punch away at the lifeless Dylan Drecks until Brian Stryker comes flying down the entrance ramp!

BRIAN MASON: That’s Brian Stryker! He’s come to get his revenge on Jimmy Page from last week!

Stryker slides in the ring and immediately pounces on top of Page! The two start rolling around the mat with one another until Stryker rolls on top of Page and starts pummeling away with right hands!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeeee, Stryker taking it to Page right now!

Stryker hits Page with shot after shot, but Page thumbs Stryker in the eye and then drives his knee directly into his midsection! With Stryker catching his breath, Page rolls out of the ring and leaps over the protective barrier, away from Stryker! Page looks back at the ring and sees Stryker perching the corner, pointing directly at Page!

BRIAN MASON: Welp...it wasn’t much, but Stryker got his hands on Page...if only for a few seconds.

RANDY THE PILOT: Like seeing this side of Stryker, bruh. Don’t care for the guy, but I dig the intensity.

Stryker continues shouting obscenities at Page as the former FGA World Champion hightails through the crowd and disappears in the audience as Stryker leaps off the turnbuckles and gets the ruckus Miami crowd on their feet!

WINNER VIA PINFALL - JIMMY PAGE (6:30)

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The scene fades under the superstars tents as Lance Winters is seen stepping inside. He looks down to his boots and groans.

LANCE WINTERS: Uggghhhhhhh. C’mon I got sand in my boots! GOSH DARNIT. Son of a bitch.

The Prez shakes his head as he looks around in search of his tag team partners’ person quarters. As he sees a purple curtain he heads over to them. He then quickly pulls the curtain back with a big smile on his face.

LANCE WINTERS: REAAPPPEERR RAAIII---

His smile turns into a frown as he does not see Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: Ah man. Where is he?

His answer comes in the form of a loud, pained groan, coming from a nearby restroom. A few seconds later, Xavier Asher Daniels stumbles out, using the sleeve of his long coat to wipe away something from his face as he leaned against the wall to steady himself.

The singer-turned-wrestler still looked pale and very sickly, but was dressed to compete as he finally looked up and noticed his tag team partner.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: L-Lance? I thought you’d be with your guys?

Lance turns to see Daniels and notices how pale his partner is.

LANCE WINTERS: JESUS. You don’t look too good buddy. PLEASE TELL me you didn’t eat the God awful catering them boys hired.

XAD shakes his head jerkily, glaring up at Winters.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: No… j-just withdrawls… and what did you mean by that? The stuff in catering isn’t THAT bad compared to the stuff they served while we were in New York.

Winters looks at him closely after he states that he’s having withdraws.

LANCE WINTERS: Uh huh..

Lance rubs his chin and walks over to Daniels placing his arm around him to assist him walking over to his section.

LANCE WINTERS: You’re crazy if you think the food in New York was horrible. IT WAS DYNOOOMMIITEEEE. Then again I ate at one of the club houses up there so...Hmm.

The Reaper President looks over to XAD.

LANCE WINTERS: Wanna talk about it bud?

XAD looks away, frowning as Lance helps him over to the tent. It was clear that he still didn’t trust his tag partner, or at least feel comfortable around the R.I.P Leader. After a few seconds of silence, he finally began speaking.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: It’s… hard. It’s just hard. I’ve been injured for nearly my entire career, putting off surgery because I didn’t want to get left behind and have to try and start over. So I’ve been tearing myself apart trying to keep up. Now? Now I’ve gotta put up with every either feeling sorry for me, everyone telling me how I’ve messed up, and looking at a few years of probation. All because of that…

He shrugs lightly.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...All because of a few pills.

Lance helps him sit down in a chair and steps back scratching his head.

LANCE WINTERS: Well...You did fuck up because you were fucked up. AS I HEARD OF COURSE. I don’t know what to tell you bub. I mean I seen plenty of guys in my days push themselves when they shouldn’t. Getting put in a casket just cause they thought they had it in them.

Winters crouches down looking up at the mentally and physically drained Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: But I see you have it in you. You have that fire that makes you want to do more. To do better and you just happen to have something that can allow you to do just that. I tell you what. I’ll do ALL I CAN to help you out with all this. As long as you can keep bringing the “rain” when we’re out there in the ring. I GOT A BIT CRAVING FOR SOME GOLD all of a sudden.

He smirks.

LANCE WINTERS: And I KNOW you’ve been itching and scratching for it too like a fiend craving his next score. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY? Bud?

XAD blinked, not expecting such a response from the bigger, intimidating Winters. Standing upright, he continued to stare at Winters curiously, before offering a smirk of his own.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: What do I say…? Well, if you’re offering to help me see a championship belt, what kind of guy would I be to turn that down?

His smirk widened as he stared down at Winters.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I say you’ve got yourself a deal… partner.

Winters stands up with Xavier and holds out his hand to shake.

LANCE WINTERS: Well alright then…

XAD reaches a hand out, shaking Winters’ as he pats him on the shoulder.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: So, let’s go out there and win some gold.

Lance smirks and leans in a little.

LANCE WINTERS: You know you just made a deal with a REAPER...Right?

Lance laughs and shakes his head before leading the way out the tent. Xavier shakes off whatever lingering illness and fatigue he felt as he followed behind Winters, looking ready for whatever may come next.

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"Crash" by Fit For Rivals begins to play as the lighting around the entrance begins to light up and flash with a neon glow. Ashley Sullivan comes bounding out from behind the curtain with an almost skipping run as she comes out to the stage. After taking a look at the fans filling the area around the ring and stage, Ashley moves quickly down to ringside where she jumps up onto the apron and climbs up the ropes at the corner. She sits there atop the turnbuckle for a moment before jumping down and retrieving a microphone from a nearby ringside attendant.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Yo, Miami!

The fans give an approving reaction of the cheap fan service before quieting down after a couple seconds.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: So it's Memorial Day weekend, unofficial start of summer. Hey believe me, it's something of a big deal in my neck of the woods. I'm in Miami... Hell, HKW is even doing this tour of shows being right here on the beach.

Ashley waves one of her arms in a circle around her as if to show off that the ring was in fact set up on a beach.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: So what have I been up to lately? Homework. Yep, that's right. I've been doing a bit of research and learning. See now, I don't like getting cheap-shotted. I especially don't like someone's filthy little honey badger mouth on mine let alone...

She visually shudders and shakes to emphasize just how disgusted she is to recall what happened at the last Defiance.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I wanted to get just why some whiney little bitch would go and start some mess like that instead of, you know, be a pro about things. We are kind of getting paid for this so not acting like a little kid going on a temper tantrum and breaking things would kind of be a good idea. But that's just what Luke did a couple weeks ago. "Got a problem with somebody?... I'll just go after their girl." That's the Luke philosophy. Who does stuff like that that's no in high school? I mean damn. Guess mommy did hug him enough when he was little. So I went and tried to figure out why he's such a damn cry baby. Aaaaaaaaaand lucky for everyone here and watching on HBO....

Ashley pulls out from her pocket a small handheld device and waves it around with her hand.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I brought a visual aid. With the help of one of the best inventions ever, a remote control, I'm going to show you all what I found when trying to figure out what Luke's covering up and compensating for. I mean, with a father like this, he's got a lot to live up to.

With the push of a button, the picture on the Knoxotron changes to a movie still of Darth Vader with text above and below it reading "Luke... I am your father." The cheap joke gets a good bit of snickering along with slight laughter from the fans.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: OK, OK... I know that's cheap. I mean he has to have heard that one a million times when the bullies in school were shoving his head into a toilet. But hey, I found something else to show Luke isn't Mr. Badass that he wants everyone to think he is. What would you do if you found yourself helpless to one of the baddest dudes in wrestling... Syn? I can tell you what Luke would do, cry like a baby before puking and... pissing himself. Roll that beautiful bean footage

With another push of a button, the Knoxotron changes to a close up shot of a shoe with a yellow liquid trickling down from the pant leg before collecting into a growing pool at the heel. There is also a the sound of heavy sobbing before that of someone throwing up. Splashes of vomit fall down to the puddle of urine before the footage is paused.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Now I know what you're probably thinking. "There's no proof that's Luke. It could be from just some Saw-like horror movie right?" Wrong!

With another button push, the video goes to a shot of Luke's face with tears streaming down his cheeks and bits of vomit still sticking to his lips.

[ LUKE WISIA: Please... just kill me.]

The video pauses again on Luke's tear and vomit stained face.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I didn't know Luke was suicidal. Shouldn't hear be wearing all black, wearing pasty white make up and listen to really shitty music then? Isn't that what the rest of the emos do? So sad though, Luke. My heart just broke for you right there.... said no one ever!

The volume of the laughing fans increases as Ashley begins to start laughing hysterically as the clip with Luke crying plays again.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: This is the bad ass of HKW? The rebel that gives no fucks and does whatever he want no matter what? THIS????!!!!

The shot of a crying Luke's face returns with a photoshopped baby hat and pacifier over his mouth.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Oh no... THIS is the real Luke ladies and gentlemen, not the bad ass he wants everyone to think he is. I'd almost feel sorry for him... if he didn't go and pull the bullshit he did at Defiance anyway. Now? I'd expect him to be too ashamed to even come out her in front of you all after he's been outed. Right now, he's probably hiding huddled in a corner somewhere crying like "Fucking bitch! Why's she got to be so smart?!" Fine by me if he doesn't show up because we all know he likes screwing over tag partners right? It'd be nice to be on the good end of a handicap match this time. Maybe he's learned not to start shit with someone that'll fight back.

Ashley hands the microphone back to the attendant as "Crash" begins to play again and she rolls out of the ring to head back to get ready for the six man tag she is in later in the show.
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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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, originating from Milan, Italy weighing in at 146lbs, NEOOON.

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.

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Louisville, in the Kentuckies... YOUR GLORIOUS LEADER... NERO DARLING!!!

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.

Nero drops down to the canvas and bounces in place with a bright smile on her face as she waits for her opponent.

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.

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.

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry


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.

WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

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.

JERMAINE MARKS: Aight we got a ring full of some weirdo type niggas. Who we going for Randy?

RANDY THE PILOT: Shiiit I'm going for Reaper Rain!

BRIAN MASON: Are you seriously gonna keep calling them that?

RANDY THE PILOT: Yes, Mase. I am actually.

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Tate Schuler gets in the ring after Whisper exits. He looks to both seeing whether or not they were ready. He notices they were still talking on who would start and shrugs as he calls for the bell.

DING!!!! DING!!!!! DING!!!!!

The moment NEON hears the bell ring she shoves Nero off to the side and charges for Xavier who has his back turned to her. Winters notices the former PDW Cyber Champion making her way over trying to attack his partner from behind so he ducks under and charges over to NEON immediately hitting her with a Spear before she could even reach Xavier! Xavier looks behind him shocked that he didn't even notice NEON making her way over to him and the fact Lance Winters of all people saved him. Schuler orders the shocked XAD out of the ring as so the clearly annoyed Nero Darling.

BRIAN MASON: Nice save there by the Reapers In Pride President.

JERMAINE MARKS: Nah that nigga just lucky he even saw that high yellow bitch running over here with her Barry Allen looking ass.

Lance begins to rain down some punches. The Prez gets up to his feet with a smile on his face. He looks over to Nero and winks at her before looking down at NEON. He waits for her to begin getting up to her feet. As she gets up to her knee he sprints over driving his knee into the side of her face and leans on a set of ropes laughing at her as she quickly fell back down on the mat. Winter then mounts himself on top of her and for some odd reason acts as if he's humping her and then pulls her hair back asking she liked it. Tate scratches his head wondering if he should say something or not but thinks better of it as he remembers who it is. Winters then reaches then places NEON's arms over his thighs as he then reaches into he mouth pulling at her cheeks in a dirty variation of the Camel Clutch. Tate takes his time to but he eventually steps in to start counting Lance down to let her go. As he gets to five Lance pops up jumping at Tate making him jump a little. Winters laughs hysterically at this then turns back around only to see NEON rolled out of the ring spitting on the sand trying to get the taste of Lance's fingers out of her mouth. Lance sees her and hangs over the rope making smooching noises at her even making the face. NEON looks up at him in disgust. Tate tells Lance to step back as he begins to count NEON down before she slides back in the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT: The homie Winters is a bit unorthadox if you haven't noticed yet, JC.

BRIAN MASON: In other words fucking nuts..

JERMAINE MARKS: I been noticed slime. Catch up. NEON gonna have to come back with something though. Shit she should reach inside her panties and pull out a crab, top that nigga. Have a fuckin "weirdo off" in the ring slime.

The two legal competitors of Winters and NEON begin to circle one another as Lance has a smile on his face and NEON still looks on in disgust. They wrap up in the center of the ring, but Lance clearly has the strength advantage leading to NEON having to rack the eyes of Prez. The blinded Winters stumbles back trying to regain his vision but not before he is hit with a European Uppercut. Lance stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off still blinded. He runs into the arms of NEON who hits a huge Belly To Belly Suplex on the bigger Winters. NEON quickly back up to her feet charges over to Winters before he could manage to get back up and Baseball Slide Dropkicks him in his face. NEON now with the smile on her face as she stands up to her feet looks down at Lance. NEON begins to drag Lance over to her corner as close as she could and holds out her hand to tag in Nero. Nero looks hesitant to tag in at first but does after NEON screams at her. Nero cautiously gets into the ring and looks down at Lance who was now at his knees.

JERMAINE MARKS: Why this bitch lookin' scary slime? Do something bitch the fuck you standing there for?!

BRIAN MASON: I do believe Winters is a buddy of hers or at least have a similar acquaintance of some sorts.

Nero nods to her self and springs over to the ropes bouncing off them and connects with a Bulldog after Winters gets back up to his feet. She then quickly goes for the pin.

OONNNNNEEEEEE

TTTTTTWW-----KICKOUT!

Nero looks a bit worried after Lance kicks out but gets back up to her feet. She does her best not to let Lance get back up as he drops a Leg Drop on him. Darling then attempts picks him back up to his feet but could only get him up to his knees and hits a Kneeling DDT. Nero quickly drops and Elbow in the back of Winters' neck before placing him in a headlock. She holds on tight but it isn't enough as Prez begins to stir while still being held in the submission hold. He stands up to his feet and shoves Nero off of him and as she notices it was her he was facing his eyes widen. Lance then chuckles while wagging his finger at her. Nero looks a bit angry as she then proceeds to charge over at Lance attempting to hit a Crossbody. Lance catches her in mid-air and looks over to Xavier who looks anxious to get in the ring. Lance nods at his partner and walks over while carrying Nero to tag Xavier in. Xavier climbs to the top of the ropes after being tagged in and Lance body slams Nero down on the mat and then Nero is met with a stomp in the face from Xavier from the top ropes. Lance soon exits the ring after this as NEON looks on from the opposite side annoyed with her partner.

JERMAINE MARKS: Time to see if the blouse wearing bitch got some fight in em this week.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye bruh the homie Rain On Yo Bitch can bring the fight. Trust.

BRIAN MARKS: NEON doesn't seem too happy with Nero after she got them the advantage earlier in this match.

Xavier snatches Nero up by her hair and pins her up against the turnbuckle. Daniels hits various kicks to the midsection and doesn't look to stop. Tate once again has to step up and begin to count Xavier down. Daniels for some reason ignores as he looks onto Nero with rage almsot as if he just blacken out. Tate bulls him off of Nero and gets in his face telling him to back off. With the referee distracted Lance smirks and pulls Nero's hair back towards him. He whispers something in her ear and before kissing on her on her cheek. Winters then reaches over and hits a Clothesline from outside the ring on Nero causing her to drop down. Xavier notices this and runs past Tate and hits a Face Wash. Whipping his hair back he looks up to Lance who is applauding him before pulling Nero out of the corner. Xavier then Irish Whips Nero into the ropes but as he does NEON pulls down on the top rope causing Nero to fly out of the ring leaving Xavier confused as he was ready to deliver a devastating Leg Lariat.

BRIAN MASON: The hell? Was that supposed to be a save?

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit hell if I know slime. I was too busy lookin' at that big booty bitch in the black bikini. Hold up? Is she Cuban? Dominican? Maybe Puerto Rican....shit whatever she is I know she a latina. Aye I be right back slime. Tell my nigga Howie I'ma take this one for the Free Sniffs.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh did he just...Yo he fa real finna go talk to that girl in the middle of this match?! AYE BRING ME BACK SOME MORE FISH TACOS JC?!

NEON hops off the apron to go check on Nero trying to get her head back in the game. Xavier shakes his head and sprints over and hops over the rope hitting the two women with a Corkscrew Plancha! The fans at ring side begin to chant "holy shit". Lance immediately gets in the ring as he sees he's the only one left standing He looks around to the fans who cheer him on to do something. The Prez grins and runs over to a corner turnbuckle and begins to climb up to the top.

RANDY THE PILOT: Is the Prez going airborne?!

Lance turns setting up to do a Moonsault. He looks behind himself trying to make sure he doesn't miss as the Neon and Nero get back up. Winters then leaps off doing a back flip off of the top turnbuckle. Which he was originally trying to hit a Moonsault but miraculously does a full back flip and elbows both women as they are seen getting up to their feet. Xavier stands there next to the pile of bodies stunned by the move Lance just happen to hit. He shakes his head and digs under the pile to retrieve Nero. He gets her and tosses her back in the ring. As Daniels tries to get back in the ring a tug is felt at his leg. He looks down to see NEON trying to keep him moving. Before Xavier could strike her to get her to let go, Lance throws some of the beach sand into her eyes forcing her to let go. Lance nods to Xavier and he slides back into the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit what I miss slime?

BRIAN MASON: Did he really just use the sand?

RANDY THE PILOT: Gotta be aware of your surroundings Mase. Aye you get that number.

JERMAINE MARKS: All I can say is Free Sniffs, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayyyeeeee!

With Xavier left in the ring with Nero, he crouches down waiting for her to get up. Outside of the ring NEON is crying out that she has sand in her eyes and Lance is heard laughing at her. Back in the ring now Nero is slowly getting up. Back outside of the ring Lance grabs NEON by the head and bangs her head repeatedly on the steel steps to the point her forehead was near to being busted open. He then pulls her in and sets up....to hit....JOKES ON YOU ON THE EDGE OF THE STEPS BUSTING NEON'S HEAD OPEN! AND FINALLY RIGHT BACK IN THE RING AGAIN, Xavier Asher Daniels hits a crushing STAR KICK! Nero falls flat on the mat completely unconcious as XAD goes for the pin.

OOONNNNEEEEEEEE








TTTWWWWOOOOOOOOO









THHRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners... Lance Winters and Xavier Asher Daniels!!

Tate immediately calls for the bell as Lance is seen grabbing a couple beers from some fans in the crowd and slides into the ring. He tosses one to XAD as "When doves cry" by. Prince hits the PA System. The pop open the bottles and Lance places his arms around XAD as he chugs his beer to celebrate their second victory as a Lethal Lottery Tag TEAM.

RANDY THE PILOT: AND YOUR WINNERS REAPER RAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

WINNERS: LANCE WINTERS & XAVIER ASHER DANIELS (14:23)

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Cameras focused up to the sky for a moment - then caught sight of the people surrounding the right on the beautiful Crandon Park Beach. Following the brutal match NEON had just been through alongside Nero Darling she just started to get back to her feet with the help of a referee and a member of the Hard Knox Wrestling medical staff. Blood was still leaking from her head as the referee placed NEON’s arm over his shoulder. One of the three cameras that were in the ring got closer to NEON’s face.

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn bruh she been through a war just now against XAD and Lance. Chick busted open and she still tryna walk.

BRIAN MASON:I hear you on that one, commendable effort by NEON.

That third camera that continued to inch closer and closer to the bloody NEON inched even closer than it was before. The people got a good view of NEON’s head gushing blood. It was clear that she might possibly need a few stitches on that. Right as you watched the blood leak on your television screen…..

BAM!

RANDY THE PILOT: AHHH SHIT!

The camera went flying right into the face of the PDW Cyber Champion! NEON crumbled right back down to the canvas on her side as the crowd suddenly began to boo heavily. The piece of equipment that was used to strike NEON in her already busted open head fizzed out. A second camera was directed at the cameraman who seemingly had a major issue with the former PDW Star. The camera person had been wearing a black mask along with a black leather bodysuit that covered everything! People took notice that the camera “man” actually had the figure of a slim woman.

Moments later the person reached up to their face….snatching the mask right off. Revealing a full head of blond hair……it was…..

FRAN!

RANDY THE PILOT: God dammit bruh! Skinny bitch don’t got a bone of chill in her body.

As soon as the people caught sight of the No Limits Champion they began to boo even louder than they did before. Fran kicked the broken camera away from her before taking a few steps towards the ropes. She could be heard yelling “COME HERE BLINGED OUT NEON! GIVE ME MY MEGAPHONE YAWL!” That same muscular (310 or so pound) man with the platinum blonde wig and a skirt pulled himself up to the apron handing Fran both a red and blue megaphone along with her No Limits Championship belt. She then yelled into the megaphone. Projecting her voice to be louder and more obnoxious than it usually is without the assistance.

FRANCESCA: CAPTAIN IS IN MIAMI YAWWWWWWWWWWWAEL YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS JESASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The crowd responded by chanting some negative terms such as “pussy” towards Fran. Which didn’t sit right with the champion

FRANCESCA: Don’t me mad at me because I did this, yawl. Did yawl expect me to just SIT DOWN and accept the fact that NEON came out here and embarrassed me like that last Defiance yawl? Coming out during CAPTAIN’s match like that after she had Onyx on the ropes?

Fran lowered the megaphone then began to laugh out loudly as she adjusted the No Limits Championship on her left shoulder.

BRIAN MASON: I believe Onyx was going to win….

FRANCESCA: She cost me my chance to prove that EYE. EYE. EYE. Am the most important champion on this brand yawl. NO! LIMITS! YAWL! She came out expecting me to fight. I was never scared of her yawl. People either love to compare us cause we look alike or say I'm scared of her yawl. I’ll look all of yawl dead in the right right now and said with a straight face that EYE! DO! NOT! FEAR! A! LESSER! MIDCARD! VERSION! OF! JESAS! MIDCARDER SLAYER! CAPTAIN! ME! FRAN! NO! LIMITS! CHAMP! YAWL!

Fran shook her head.

RANDY THE PILOT: Lyin’ ass bitch. If she ain’t scared of NEON why she ran for bruh?

FRANCESCA: You can’t screw around with JESAS then expect her not to strike your ass down with some type of lightning bolt yawl. I g g bye if yawl thought I was gonna take that. But listen, yawl. NEON been trying to get a chance to face me for the No Limits Strap at Darkness Falls. After I SINGLE HANDEDLY busted her open tonight do you think she should be in line for any title shots against anybody yawl let us be back down to Earth for a second yawl. She’ll prolly lie and say it was Lance..

Fran shrugged.

BRIAN MASON: But it was Winters who busted her open….

Chants of…..

NEON!

NEON!

NEON!


This only seemed to anger Fran as she screamed out into the megaphone.

FRANCESCA: SHADDUP YAWL! Y’KNOW WHAT? BLINGED OUT NEON BRING IN THE STEPS! I’M MAKING SURE SHE DON’T COST ME MY MATCH THIS WEEK YAWL!

JERMAINE MARKS: SHE BOUTTA PUT NEON DOWN!

Fran tossed the megaphone down then began to lay more boots into the head of the downed, busted open, NEON who couldn’t put up any fight to defend herself after the grueling match AND the cheapest of cheap ambushes by the No Limits Champion. The fake NEON jacked up cross dresser man lifted up the steel steps that were lined up against the red aproned ring. He slid the steps in. Bringing it closer to Fran. Fran then started to pick NEON up placing her head above the steps in Front Facelock position! The people booed heavily as Fran looked out with a smirk.

SUDDENLY NEON LIFTED FRAN UP DROPPING HER WITH A BACK BODY DROP!

BRIAN MASON: YES! YES! COME ON NEON! SHOW THAT HEART! Show this girl what a veteran is made of!

Fran fell back first onto the canvas. The Beach popped extremely loud once again as Fran sat up holding her back yelling out “AHHH YAWWWWWWWWWL MY BACK!” She then looked up at NEON who was visibly moving on instinct. She looked down to Fran angrily. Showing that she had some fight in her.

BAM!

Blinged Out NEON, Fran’s assistant designed to mock NEON….actually nailed NEON with a clothesline. Thus saving Fran from whatever NEON was about to do. Fran then got up. Still holding her back, she picked NEON up once again lining her up right above the steel steps. Fran then applied that same Front Facelock she then spun it around….dropping NEON’s head onto the steel steps with a FRONT FACELOCK DROP looking to do even more damage to the busted open forehead.

BRIAN MASON: I hope she’s happy….and I really hope NEON comes back and rips the No Limits Champion apart….

Fran looked down at NEON who was laid off on the steel steps. Captain HKW was handed her championship by Blinged Out NEON as she lifted it up high and proud, soaking in the hatred of the audience as the scene faded.

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The scene fades into Romeo Price’s personal tent as he is seen looking out to the Atlantic Ocean while taking a sip from a glass of Scotch. As the beverage goes down his throat he hears a set of footsteps in the background.

ROMEO PRICE: Beautiful isn’t it? I was positioned on board of a Russian ship a few months ago….I actually shouldn’t even be telling you this but I feel as if there’s a few secrets we’re allowed to tell one another. Anyways...When I was out on this ship I witnessed these men kidnap women from cruise ships or just some sail boat. Hold them in this bunker down below. Some guys on that ship would go down and rape them, smack them around a little bit. It was a horrible sight. Even worse to be woken up by the screams of the a woman and looking at her in her face the next morning seeing that she wanted to die….

Romeo takes another sip from the glass.

ROMEO PRICE: Knowing I couldn’t do anything about any of this...Not just yet. Had to wait...Wait until the perfect time. Until the target was finally aboard the ship before I could take action. Patience Mr. McHannon….Patience can sometimes be unforgiving….

He looks over his shoulder to Zero who also has a glass in hand that smelled like tequila. Zero watched his glass as he twirled the liquor around, raising his head back to the ocean.

ZERO MCHANNON: Not for me to criticize, but didn’t you hate yourself the next day? Seems like it’s just as bad to sit there and watch that kind of thing happen. I--... I mean, a friend of mine, had something of a similar situation. Said it wasn’t his fight, or made a sorry ass excuse about how it just wasn’t who he was. Not saying that I would be Superman or some shit, but… Just seems wrong. Hell, I have a hard time knowing that thin line for myself. Guess that’s why we’re human and look at life through the shoes we’re wearing.

He takes a drink of the tequila and looks back to Romeo.

ZERO MCHANNON: I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you didn’t hate yourself for it. Knowing you, it was just another job.

Romeo chuckled and looked back towards the ocean.

ROMEO PRICE: No Mr. McHannon it actually made me sick to my stomach knowing I had to stop myself from doing anything. I watched those women be forced to do things that they shouldn’t have. They’d either die at the hand of one of the men or commit suicide before being sold into their human trafficking ring. But when the opportunity presented itself…

Price took another drink.

ROMEO PRICE: Let’s just say I disposed of the problem...Or problems for that matter...Unlike your friend I did what was needed when it was all said and done…

Romeo then turns towards Zero and sets his glass on his desk.

ROMEO PRICE: What is it Mr. McHannon? Came to gloat about how you “saved” me?

He begins to shake his head at Romeo, walking over to the desk and pouring a little more tequila into his cup.

ZERO MCHANNON: I don’t need to gloat. I know what kind of personal accomplishment I have with that, no need for me to be the annoying jackass about it. I’d rather brag about other things. Like, how Risky acts like he’s the greatest thing this world has ever seen, but wouldn’t step up to me when I told him to do something about me last week. Not surprised to see that he still tries to talk a big game. He even had the Reapers do his dirty work against me last year…

Zero looks back to his cup after mentioning the reaping session that happened to him.

ZERO MCHANNON: Let’s face it, he doesn’t stand a chance against you and he doesn’t stand one against me. I don’t have to shut him up if you’re the one to do it for everyone else. If he still wants to continue to try and act tough, I’ll beg him to put his money were his mouth is.

He then mutters.

ZERO MCHANNON: Risky has absolutely lost his fucking mind…

Romeo takes a seat in his chair and leans back while laughing a bit to what Zero had to say.

ROMEO PRICE: Risky...Blake Bridges. The man who couldn’t last a day in the ring of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling so he turned and picked up a microphone to make him a “mega star”. That’s the only thing about him that makes him worth anything...His big fucking mouth. For some reason he poses the power to convenience he’s the best option for some to follow and use his services...Brandon being one of them as a client of his. I don’t truly understand why or how but the rodent just does. He used his power to wield against these kids and yourself with the Reapers as you noted. Now these four big headed, overconfident and spoiled brats he has following his each and every word now.

Price picks up his glass and looks up to Zero.

ROMEO PRICE: He’s pushed too far Mr. McHannon...He has crossed this line of power too many times. And I will not stand for it anymore. He can have Castro and his crime syndicate come after me all he wants. He can bark orders and make those four punk sons of bitches come after myself or Sands all he wants. But one thing's for sure I will get my hands on Bridges….That money maker of his will become utterly useless by the time I’m done with him. That’s if I get to him first….In due time Mr. McHannon...In due time…

Zero chews his bottom lip and puts the glass down on the desk. He begins to leave before turning around and looking past Romeo out into the ocean.

ZERO MCHANNON: Due time might be good for you, but I’m not listening to it. The last person in the world who would make me back down is Risky. I don’t sit around for the fight against someone like him. I make people like him wish they never lifted a finger to fuck with me. Let Risky dig himself a hole that he can’t get out of. I’ll make him wish he had never been born. But… we all know he doesn’t have the balls for that.

Zero gives Romeo a nod and exits through the doorway.

ZERO MCHANNON: Until next time, Romeo.

Romeo chuckles as the door closes.

ROMEO PRICE: Hmm…..

He thinks to himself for a minute.

ROMEO PRICE: ...Perhaps…

He takes a sip as the scene begins to fade away.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!

The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From the great city of Philadelphia! BRIAN STRYKER!

He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms and shouting "Reborn" before hopping down onto the floor.

WHISPER VIPERI: His opponent…

The intro to "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace began to play and the crowd erupts as the lights begin to flash white and blue, signaling the arrival of The Silent Warrior. The cheers grow louder as Kai slowly walks out onto the stage, his painted face set and his eyes locked on the ring. He takes a look around for a brief moment, staring impassively out into the sea of fans in the arena, before he starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the fans on either side of the isle, and stays completely focused on the ring.

He walks down to ringside and stops on a dime at the foot of the ramp, staring very intently at the ring. He doesn't move for a few moments, just simply staring at the ring as if analyzing it in his mind. He broke from his trance like state and quickly walked up the steel steps, entering through the ropes as he walks around.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring...weighing two hundred and twelve pounds...THIS...IS...KAAAAAAAAI!

Kai shrugged off his trench coat and tossed it out of the ring, before bouncing off of the ropes as he began to warm up for the match ahead.

Styker and Kai are both in the ring and walking around the edge, waiting for the match to begin as the referee quickly explains the rules to the match, and checking to see if both competitors are ready to fight.

JERMAINE MARKS: And this ain’t a bad way to get the show to keep on rollin’. Stryker versus Kai.

BRIAN MASON: Both having their own problems to deal with. Kai doesn’t seem happy with Knox and Stryker has someone hanging on his back by the name of Jimmy Page.

RANDY THE PILOT: They both got somethin’ to prove, that much is for sure. Momentum is the key to winning this match.

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DING DING DING!


The bell tolls, Stryker and Kai both circling around the ring. Kai was the first to strike with an attempt at a right hand, but Stryker ducked underneath it and caught Kai with a swift kick to the thigh! The shot echoes throughout the beach, Kai immediately shooting forward for a belly to belly suplex, but Stryker elbows Kai in the jaw and whips off the ropes. Kai comes charging back, but Stryker leapfrogs over him and connecting with a jumping high knee on the rebound! Kai falls to the canvas, Stryker bouncing off the ropes and landing a quick standing double footstomp on Kai! Stryker falls to the mat and makes the cover…


ONE!

KICKOUT!



Kai kicks out at one, surprising some of the members in the audience, but not surprising Brian Stryker. Stryker sits Kai in a seated position, bounces himself off the ropes and hits Kai with a dropkick to the back of the head! Stryker picks Kai up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, then charges forward, but Kai blasts out of the corner and nearly decapitates Stryker with a huge lariat!

BRIAN MASON: Wow. What a lariat from Kai there.

RANDY THE PILOT: Everyone’s knocking heads off tonight. Shit is crazy.

An emotionless Kai brings Stryker back to his feet and lifts him up, slamming him down with a scoop slam. Kai doesn’t let up, lifting Stryker back up to his feet, only to hit him with yet another scoop slam. Kai doesn’t waste any time and brings Stryker up to his feet, and once again hits him a scoop slam!

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, this nigga don’t know anymore moves?

BRIAN MASON: He’s working on his back, Jermaine.

Kai looks out at the ringside area before he brings Stryker back up to his feet. Kai wraps his arms around Strykers, grasping his hands together on the small of Stryker’s back. He sidesteps toward the ropes and looks ready to belly to belly suplex Stryker out of the ring, but out of desperation, Stryker hits Kai with a headbutt that makes the ‘Silent Assassin’ of the belly to belly and proceeds to hit him standing hurricanrana! With Kai down, Stryker bounces off the ropes and drops a quick legdrop across Kai’s throat! Stryker goes for the cover…


ONE!


KICKOUT!



Another early kick out by Kai and Stryker looks like he is getting a bit annoyed, but stands up to fight through it. Kai manages to roll onto his side, reaching out for the ropes to help support himself back up to his feet.

RANDY THE PILOT: Stryker with another pin attempt, but Kai breaks it early. I think Stryker is finding out what kinda person Kai is right now, and it ain’t an easy match, regardless.

BRIAN MASON: You’re right. Kai is focused on doing damage to Stryker’s back, while Brian is trying to get the quick pin on Kai. Two very different wrestling styles clashing right now.

Brian Stryker is taking a breather in the corner, waiting for Kai to find his legs underneath him. Stryker struts forward, grappling up with Kai and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Kai knocks his opponent off balance and starts to strike back with some knife edge chops to Stryker’s chest. He then lifts up Styker for a shoulder break and connects! Brian manages to crawl away from Kai before he can finish with a leg drop, that misses. Stryker is back to his feet and charges with a flying crossbody, but Kai catches him in the air and puts him down with a front chancery suplex.

The crowd is really getting behind both HKW wrestlers as Kai keeps the pressure on Stryker and helps him back to his feet. Stryker reaches out and surprises Kai with a corkscrew leg toss, sending his opponent down with a bit of shock on his face. Stryker goes for the crucifix armbar, but it having some trouble getting it locked in. Kai keeps fighting against it as he rolls to his stomach and then his back, confusing Stryker for the moment, then lifts up his arm, bringing Stryker in the air with him. He holds Stryker over his head for a moment, while Stryker is still holding on from trying to lock in the armbar, then they both go down as Kai executes a pendelum backbreaker and lifts both of his opponent’s legs for the cover!



ONE!





TWO!





KICKOUT!


JERMAINE MARKS: Mannnn, that move right there was great. Kai using his strength, Stryker refusin’ to let go of his armbar. That came down to a little bit of luck.

Kai rolls off after Stryker throws a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Brian looks like he is in a bit of pain as he rolls over his stomach and just lays on the mat. Kai has himself propped up with his elbow, still looking in daze at the outside mat. The fans begins to cheer as they start to get back up to their feet, trying to edge one another out to see who can get to who first. They both stand up at the same time and instead of charging each other, they look across the ring at their opponent and begin to circle around the edges of the ring, looking for any room for mistakes. Kai shoots forward, but Stryker kicks him square in the face and hits a jumping DDT! Kai spikes off the canvas and Stryker pops right up to his feet. He points at the sky and steps out onto the apron.

BRIAN MASON: Stryker might be going for it all here!

Stryker gets himself up to the top rope and balances himself, when out of nowhere Jimmy Page leaps over the protective barricade barring the fans from ringside, leaps onto the apron, and pushes Stryker off the top rope and into the barricade! The referee sees this and immediately calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification… BRIAN STRYKER!

The crowd boos heavily as Page eats them all up and jumps off the apron. He stalks Stryker a bit, screaming at him to get up.

JERMAINE MARKS: Man, this nigga pissin’ the fuck off, yo. We was havin’ a good match out here!

Page continues screaming at Stryker until Stryker pops up to his feet and spears Page down! Kai is looking at the referee and throws his hands up telling him that “this wasn’t what he wanted”. Page quickly rolls away from Stryker after the spear and walks around to the other side of the ring. Stryker sees Page walking away from him and quickly chases him around the ring, clubbing him in the back once he reaches him. Stryker gets in a couple of rights and lefts, followed by an uppercut, but Page kicks Stryker in the midsection and rakes his eyes!

Page straggles up the rampway some, but Stryker begins to chase him down, throwing punches until the last one was reversed by Page and sends Stryker staggering backwards with an european uppercut. It was just enough room for Page to get space between him and Stryker, but he is back to his feet and jumps on Page’s back, causing him to fall into the backstage area and off the scene!

BRIAN MASON: And there goes Page and Stryker to the backstage area! Someone find them, this fight can’t be over yet!

RANDY THE PILOT: Kai don’t know what the fuck just happened, but Page just cost him this match.

WINNER: BRIAN STRYKER VIA DQ (10:12)

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As the scene fades backstage Jerry Stevens is seen in the parking lot wearing a grey hoodie with the hood up with a pair of sunglasses on. He looks around as if he was paranoid someone was watching him. As a police officer walks by he stops to look at Jerry. Jerry quickly removes the hood and sunglasses and nervously smiles.

JERRY STEVENS: H...H..Hey how you doing officer? Nice night we having right?

The police officer shakes his head and continues to walk on.

JERRY STEVENS: Gosh where is he? He should of been here by now. I knew this was a bad idea. I should have just kept my mouth shut and head down. Not try to be some freaking hero.

LEE REDFORD: Bro? Are you seriously wearing a hoodie? You know we're in Miami right? In freaking May.

Jerry jumps a little and looks behind him to see Lee standing there looking at him with his eyebrow raised.

JERRY STEVENS: Took you long enough! Jeez.

LEE REDFORD: Chill out bro, I had to talk to boss man.

JERRY STEVENS: Really? Any news on what we have to do next?

Lee shakes his head.

LEE REDFORD: Nope. Mr. Price said we still don't have enough evidence and plus "The Cabnit" hasn't fully let me in just yet. But I'm close to be on the in with them, I can feel it bro.

JERRY STEVENS: Ugh! Why can't we just out these guys already? Why do we have to be so careful for.

LEE REDFORD: Cause bro, we can't just go pointing fingers. We'll look stupid doing that. Just chill out bro. Just gotta keep this up a little bit longer.

Suddenly Fred Garrison and Tate Schuler are seen walking together across the parking lot. Before they could notice Lee talking to Jerry, Lee grabs ahold of Jerry's hoodie and holds him up.

LEE REDFORD: And don't you dare forget to pay up again sucker?! You understand me punk?! You forget to pay up and we gonna have us a mother fucking problem buster!?

JERRY STEVENS: What? What the hell are you talking about?! Let me go Lee!

TATE SCHULER: Everything alright over there Lee? Need some help dealing with that puny little bitch, Jerry?

Lee looks back to Tate and shakes his head.

LEE REDFORD: No I'm good bro. Just letting this punk know whose running things around here.

Lee shoves Jerry back.

LEE REDFORD: You miss another payment I'm telling Pinson punk.

Lee winks and the walks on along with Tate & Fred who are heard laughing at Jerry. Jerry shakes his head and straightens up his hoodie.

JERRY STEVENS: Jeez he didn't have to go crincling up my hoodie. This is my favorite one.

The scene then slowly fades away.

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Jack Warren is seen lacing up his boots before Eli Zayn comes into the shot, microphone in hand and ready to interview.

ELI ZAYN: Jack, can I have a moment of your time, please?

Jack rolls his eyes before getting to his feet.

JACK WARREN: Shoot, Eric.

ELI ZAYN: Um, it’s Eli.

ELI ZAYN: Um, I don’t give a fuck. Either ask me what you want to ask me or get the fuck out of my face.

Eli sighs before nodding his head and beginning his line of questioning.

ELI ZAYN: So, tonight, you and Bayani Arroyo will take on Zakk Lewis and Ryan Corey in the lethal lottery tag tournament quarterfinals. How do you feel about that?

Jack cocks up an eyebrow as he looks over at Zayn, before letting out a scoff.

JACK WARREN: You honestly think I care about this tag team tournament? The only reason I haven’t dropped Bayani Arroyo on his ass yet is because I get bored when I don’t get booked. I don’t care for the HKW World Tag Team championships. Those hicks can hold them for forever for all I care. I’ve got my eyes on something else and I’m not going to stop until I get it. But until now, I guess it’ll be fun kicking Zakk Lewis so hard that his eyes roll to the back of his head and he never crosses me again. Might even take his briefcase after I mop the fucking ring with him. Who knows, right?

ELI ZAYN: Speaking of, two weeks ago, on the aftershow, you pissed on a poster of Shane and-

JACK WARREN: I’m going to tell you this once, new guy. Don’t mention that fucker’s name around me EVER again. That will be my first and only warning for you.

ELI ZAYN: But, you’ve had a long feud with Shane ever since pre-Divine Supremacy.

Warren shoves Zayn back hard, sending Zayn falling towards the ground. It looks like Jack is going to advance on Eli, but he just lets out an annoyed grunt before walking away, a scowl on his face.
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Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System…

WHISPER VIPERI: The following non title match is set for one fall!

Miles makes his way through the sands, once the song really kicks in. He smiles sadistically at the crowd, raising both fists into the air and then makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with various fans in the front row. Upon reaching the ring, Joey rolls in and pulls himself onto the nearest turnbuckle.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, "Satan's Protégé" JOEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MILESSSS!!!

Joey raises his hands on the middle rope and then pops back down to the canvas awaiting his opposition.

See me in the club.....

Wavin’ strobe lights!


As the beat to “Strobe Lights” by Ronnie Banks blared throughout the beach the boos began to grow once again for Captain HKW.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…..

Fran now made her way through the same pile of sand Joey Miles walked through still dressed in black leather bodysuit ambush attire, No Limits Championship belt AND the already cashed in Golden Opportunity Briefcase in her grasp. The cross dresser Blinged Out NEON was notably missing from Fran’s side this go around.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Bloomfield, New Jersey…..The Midcarder Slayer and your HKW NOOOOOOO! LIMITS! CHAMPION! FRAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!

The sound of Fran’s name being yelled out caused the people to react with even more disdain as Fran placed both her Championship and Briefcase in front of one of the four turnbuckles and climbed up into the ring over the bottom rope. She got back to her feet. Joey walked forward. As the two faced one another the referee Hank Burman turned to the stagehands commanding for the bell to sound off!


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DING! DING!

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh I hope Miles crazy ass beats the shit out of Fran’s crazy ass….

JERMAINE MARKS: Doubt it…..

Both Miles and Fran began to circle the ring - examining one another for any weak spots to take advantage of. Suddenly Joey began to press forward looking to grapple Fran but the No Limits Champion proceeded to back-pedal quickly yelling out “REVERSE REVERSE YAWL!” As she tucked her whole upper body over the second rope. As a result Joey couldn’t touch Fran, this angered the people, whom wanted to see the Captain get what was coming to her for what she did to NEON earlier.

“MOVE HIM BACK YAWL! I GET MAIN EVENTER PRIVILEGES YAWL!”

Fran yelled at Hank Burman as he politely asked the extremely dangerous Joey Miles - formerly known as Abaddon - to back away. Hank had a look of fear on his face at the sight of Miles for obvious reasons. As Fran pulled her head from out of the ropes Joey rushed forward again…..

Only for Fran to nearly leap onto the second rope again hugging it with a passion! Forcing another clean break of separation between the Defiance talents.

BRIAN MASON: Come on Fran! After all you said and done earlier to a beaten down NEON. Stop running!

RANDY THE PILOT: Bitch play too much bruh..

JERMAINE MARKS: Just because y’all niggas are used to seeing people like Nina Stokes do random shit with no ring awareness or psychology don’t mean Fran wrong. Dumbasses.

Once more Fran pulled her head from under the ropes. Just then Joey Miles went a third time! Fran went under again! The referee got into Miles’ face. Joey then threw Hank down to the canvas! Miles then got Fran in the corner….drawing out a massive pop from the audience because they would finally get to see her be punished! He pummeled Fran with back elbows and knee lifts. Fran could be heard yelling “YAWL! STAWP YAWL! AHHHH!” Joey then locked Fran up and attempting a belly to belly suplex! Only Fran flipped forward and landed on her feet!

BRIAN MASON: Dang it! He had her! People need to know that if Joey wins this HE could be in line for a title shot!

JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh Fran did gymnastics in high school….

Joey got back to his feet then he rushed forward looking for the forearm smash! He caught the No Limits Champion sending her slim frame down to the canvas back first, she got back to her feet only to be lifted into a capture suplex! WHAM! Fran landed on the canvas hard. This time she didn’t get up so quickly! Miles got Fran back to her feet then leaped up - pressing his knees against the face of Fran and falling back nailing double knee facebreaker signature he called the Traumatic Experience!!!

BRIAN MASON: Yes! Give Fran the Traumatic Experience! She deserves every bit of one!

Joey then nailed a standing leg drop followed by a secod before going for the pin attempt!

ONE!


TWO!


NO!


Fran got the shoulder up. Joey attempted to grab at Fran’s left leg to apply a submission possibly a KNEE BAR but she managed to slip out of it, Miles came forward again - Fran planted a boot in his stomach then ran the ropes to nail a one handed bulldog! It wasn’t enough to keep Joey down as he started to get back up! Fran then ran - leaping up to the second rope to springboard back and plant her knee right in the back of the head of Joey Miles with the springboard knee drop sending him down to the canvas flat on his chest. Fran turned over then covered Joey Miles - slipping her foot on the third rope in the process for extra leverage!

JERMAINE MARKS: MIDCARD ANTIDOTE III BRUH!

BRIAN MASON: Pay attention ref! Her foot is on the rope!

ONE!


TWO!


TH-WAIT!


Referee Hank stopped the count commanding Fran to get off Joey Miles pointing out that he saw her foot on the bottom rope! Fran yelled out “COME ON YAWL! YOU’RE A MIDCARD REF!” As Fran was arguing with the referee Joey Miles got back to his feet, obviously angered by the situation. He positioned himself before rushing forward with the intent to strike Fran down with a CLOTHESLINE!

WHAM!

Fran moved out of the way at the last second!!! Miles took referee Hank down to the canvas. Laying him out for the moment. Joey looked down with an annoyed expression. As he turned around Fran was standing there Golden Opportunity Briefcase in hand! She yelled out “TAKING YOUR HEAD OFF NOW YAWL!” The referee then started to regain his senses, getting back to his feet. Fran then lifted her Briefcase high then…..

TOSSED IT AT MILES!

He caught the Briefcase.

BAM!

Fran then dropped back first onto the canvas.

BRIAN MASON: You have got to be kidding me!

Looking as if she were knocked out cold. The referee examined the situation. Fans began booing heavily as they realized what was happening. Referee Hank said Fran laid out, Joey holding the briefcase…..He came to one conclusion then called for the bell! Giving Fran the win by disqualification.

DING! DING! DING!

“Strobe Lights” by Ronnie Banks resumed playing as the referee bent down to check on Fran who was clearly playing hurt. Miles threw the Briefcase down - staring at Fran.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by Disqualification….The No Limits Champion….FRANNN!

BRIAN MASON: Joey Miles got screwed!

JERMAINE MARKS: Fran smart as hell bruh, people keep sleepin’.

The referee walked up to Miles trying to tell explain why he called for the bell. While he did so, Fran looked at the camera and winked for the people watching as the scene faded on a very sour note for the audience.

WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: FRAN! (9:19)

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The scene opened up backstage as Kai was shown walking through the sandy area, his hands taped up as his eyes darted back and forth between the tents that served as impromptu locker rooms for the talent. The intense, heavily scarred wrestler has been on a warpath as of late, looking to get his hands on the woman who was responsible for the hanging of his other half, Ava Adore, at the House of Pain: Prophesy event just over a month ago. The woman who called herself Knox Hurst.

Kai’s face twisted into a scowl as he doubled down on his efforts, peaking through the tents every so often as he continued on his way.

Coming to a stop outside of one of the tents a few seconds later, Kai gave a small growl as his head slowly turned, hearing something coming from inside. Reaching a hand up, he quickly yanked the tent open.

There was nothing inside.

Kai snarled, before closing the curtains and continuing on his way, still searching for the two women who he swore to destroy.

As he was walking, his ears twitched, picking up something behind him. It was a very faint, shuffling sound, as if someone were trying to trudge through the sand behind him. Before he can investigate the noise, Nevada Galeotti steps out in front of him. She’s dressed in a simple black bikini to fit with the beach theme but dangling across her shoulders is the metal Louisville slugger she used to fracture Ava’s skull.

Kai’s eyes narrowed as his eyes locked with Nevada’s.

KAI: I was looking for the other one…

He popped his neck slightly, as he began to walk towards her.

KAI: ...But since you’re here, you’ll do.

Nev smirked, tossing her bright red hair as she ran her fingertips up and down the bat seductively. Reminding him of just what she’d used it for.

NEVADA GALEOTTI: How many holes did I put in her skull with this? Y’know, if she wakes up… and she won’t… she’s never going to be the same.

Rather than get angry, Kai stopped short, staring at Nevada piercingly as she smirked up at him. His lips then curved upwards, forming what could only be described as a ghost of a smile, which looked unnaturally frightening on his face as he responded.

KAI: I’ve been told, yeah… but I’ll answer your question with another question. Do you know what the sound… the feeling of one’s neck snapping feels like?

He slowly began to circle her, paying the bat in her hand no mind.

KAI: Not exactly the most pleasant feeling, especially if you’re landing right on it. Would you like to feel that first hand?

Nevada doesn’t answer, taking a step back as Knox slips behind Kai, wrapping a piece of chain around his throat and pulling him backwards into the sand as she chokes him with it. Kai grunts, dropping down to a knee as his hands immediately goes up to his throat, trying to pull the chain away as he feels his body losing air by the second.

Nev laughs as Knox tightens her grip on the chain, pulling it harder against his throat as she leans down to bite at his earlobe.

KNOX HURST Aww, lover. You’re looking a little pale.

She laughs softly, throwing her head back.

KNOX HURST Well, pal er .

Kai’s vision begins to fade as he’s slowly slipping into unconsciousness, his movements slowing more and more. Just as it seemed that Knox would choke him out, he suddenly threw his head back, bashing it right into her jaw.

Knox rolls away from him, growling in frustration as the chain drops from her hands. Before Kai can reach her though, Nevada swings the metal bat that she’d used on his girlfriend over a month before. Kai grunts, dropping down to all fours as the bat makes contact with his lower back. Nevada raises the bat again, this time aiming for his head, but Kai rolls out of the way!

Knox is on her feet and she darts over and grabs Nevada’s arm as they both run towards the parking lot, Knox turning back to wink at Kai and waive before they duck into a waiting vehicle. Kai coughs violently, staggering after the two as they drive off once again, narrowly escaping him.

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The focus was right back on the backstage tent set up Defiance utilized at all of their War Ashore Tour shows thus far. Cameras followed The Midcarder Slayer through the sands - No Limits Championship draped over her shoulder. She was still dressed in that black leather bodysuit she wore to ambush NEON. The people were still riled up about what Fran did AFTER ambushing NEON: getting Joey Miles disqualified after tossing him the cashed in No Limits Golden Opportunity Briefcase as the referee was getting back to his feet.

…..Getting a cheap DQ win in the process. People automatically accused Fran of doing this to avoid having to go the distance with the overly aggressive Joey Miles. Someone who has been making an impression whether people liked it or not.

As Fran was walking she suddenly spotted a familiar figure. After a few more moments of staring Fran blurted out….

FRANCESCA: FEL FEL! YAWL!

She ran right over to the ring attire tent Felicity was checking in at, getting her gear ready for her match that was about to take place.

FRANCESCA: Yawl see what happened to NEON out there? Busted that low tier bum open yawl, forget Lance, he did nothing yawl. HEY. Yawl seen how I EARNED my win against that bum commentator for life slash Midcarder Abbadickhead...Joey whatever his name is this week yawl….Yawl seen that right?

No answer. Felicity just glanced over at Fran, nodding her head up and down as she got her elbow pads out of her bag.

FRANCESCA:Fel Fel….

Fran said, lowering her voice for the first time this entire broadcast.

FRANCESCA: I won this strap last month and it’s supposed to be the high point of my career right now yawl. Back when I was training with Star, trying to get people to recognize me you were the only one who’d give me the time of day yawl. When I started picking up steam but having lesser Midcarders pass me by because of dumb ass decisions yawl…. you were STILL THERE YAWL. Pushing these lessers to open their eyes to the BREAD that JESAS can make this company. Why aren’t you here with me now yawl? I’ve been trying to call you since the last time anybody gave a damn about anybody but JESAS and Queen...Which was hella long ago. What’s up yawl?

Fran folded her arms awaiting an answer. It was clear by the expression on her face that she truly wanted to know why her best friend hasn’t been there in the high points of her HKW tenure. Felicity let out a sigh and slipped her elbow pads up to her wrists.

FELICITY BANKS: Fran, listen to me… I told you last Defiance that I just needed to be left alone right now. This has nothing to do with you, or our friendship. This has nothing to do with me leaving you for dead after you won that. This is just a ME thing. Meeeeeeee only!

Felicity glanced at Fran’s shoulder, pointing a finger at the No Limits Championship.

FELICITY BANKS: You’re right, Fran. This is supposed to be your highest of highs, and I’m trying to make sure you have that! You don’t need me around to bring you down. I feel like hell, Fran. I feel like shit both mentally and physically, and you don’t need me around to bring you stress!

Felicity smiled. Sarcastically, but she still smiled.

FELICITY BANKS: Jeeeezus, I mean look at us. We're on two different paths right now. You’re over here dominating the No Limits division and what the hell am I doing, Fran? I have to watch Onyx and Shane fight over what could still be mine. I have to watch them fight over what I spent MONTHS...freaking MONTHS trying to make better! I and I alone made that championship mean something after all the bad luck that followed it, and now I have to take a backseat all while Onyx does everything in her power to keep the prestige up, and Atwater tells anyone who will listen to him that he wants that belt? Do you understand how hard that is?

You could tell that Felicity wasn’t happy. Not at all. Still, she faked a smile to make sure Fran knew that this was a thing that would pass by...hopefully.

FELICITY BANKS: You’re supposed to celebrate. You’re supposed to be happy. You have the whole world in your hands right now, Fran. Me? I don’t. I have to scratch and claw my back to the top and that’s exactly what I’m going to do...

Felicity slid her elbow pad up to her elbow, stretching out her neck afterward.

FELICITY BANKS: ...but I need to do it on my own. I’m not gonna be around you just to bring your buzz down. You were supposed to be No Limits Champion the same time that I was World Champion, and I’ll be fucking damned if that doesn’t happen! I’m eliminating the McCleary’s, and then I’m getting my belt back, Fran. That’s it.

Felicity looked at her other arm and slid the elbow pad up to its location.

FELICITY BANKS: But -- I’m doing it by myself. You’re still one of my best friends. Nothing changed. This is just something that I have to do for ME. I helped you out to win that, didn’t I? Not physically, but mentally I prepped you to become the champion you could be. Hell, the champion you freaking are!

Felicity pointed at the No Limits Championship.

FELICITY BANKS: Now I need you to help me. I need you to give me some time to help myself. That’s all I ask. Like, until the Rumble or something because I’m winning this years AGAIN and getting my belt back at Destiny. Then after all that’s done, everything goes back to normal, k?

Fran thought about it for a moment before responding….

FRANCESCA: Yawl, you really wanna stand there and tell me you need to climb your way back up? GWERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR you really let that get to your head. Let me tell you what I think, yawl, the World Championship picture hasn’t been anything special since the name FEL FEL dropped from it yawl. I’m not being a hater, Onyx is actually the one person in this wrestling gig besides you and Alex J that I would consider someone I respect yawl. I’d even go as far as to say yawl the only three friends I want in this. Onyx is a good wrestler yawl, but the best of her was brought out by YEW yawl, not NAWTwater yawl, not that bum ass Midcarder who everybody high on cause he knows one or two submissions they teach down at the Hard Knox facilities for three hundred dollars a month wrestling school payment. But that’s besides the point yawl.

Lowering the No Limits Championship off her shoulder she continued.

FRANCESCA: When you standing here saying that you have to climb your way up that’s an insult not only to yourself but everyone who’s on your squad yawl. You don’t climb ladders, you ARE the damn ladder yawl. Onyx and Shane just dancing on it for now yawl. Tip toeing in they ballerina shoes cause they need to be careful Fel Fel don’t snatch their existence. Japan? EYE know you took that over, hell, I left there cause I couldn’t deal with the travel schedule, yet you on TAWP. 4CW? Nobody touch a hair on your neck yawl. HKW? It’s only a matter of time before you’re back where you belong yawl.

The Midcarder Slayer shrugged.

FRANCESCA: YOU.

...

FRANCESCA: ARE.

...

FRANCESCA: FELICITY.

Placing her palm on Felicity’s shoulder Fran yelled.

FRANCESCA: BANKS YAWL. Held three titles at once. TWO time wrestler of the year yawl. TEW TIME WORLD CHAMP YAWL. That World Strap will be back yawl, but we’re the type of people who don’t NEED a title to define us yawl. Tanner Sands held a couple of straps is anyone mentioning him as a star? Lawwwd. You said it yourself yawl, you prepared me mentally to the point where I WAS a star without even being on anyone’s list of people that would have been winning a strap this year yawl. Bruh, Fel Fel, if they moved me to shitty iGNITE tomorrow I would be on top of their cards every week slaying Kenshin instead of slaying Midcarders, you’re the reason Defiance is head and shoulders above iGNITE, when people watch you work it makes them wanna bring their game up.

Pointing at Felicity….Fran continued to speak passionately.

FRANCESCA: That’s why you’re the ladder of HKW. My mama would call that UNA GRAN FIGURA with her Mexican ass. That’s why I’m quickly becoming one of wrestling’s top stars, because your influence as a game changer mixed with Star’s old school psychology of the business makes a SUPERSTAR YAWL...HKW had no choice but to recognize with the reaction I was getting yawl. So to stand here and say climb and scrape?….Please yawl. Never say that again. If you want space? Sure yawl, only if that’ll help you get back to where you need to be yawl. On tour with the company YEWWWWWWW built yawl. The one I’M SLAYING MIDCARDERS LIKE NEON IN TODAY YAWWWL.

Fran said, getting back to her normal tone. Felicity couldn’t resist laughing after Fran’s passionate speech. After staring out at the Gulf of Mexico, Felicity swiped her hand down her face and walked forward, wrapping her arms around Fran for a tight hug.

FELICITY BANKS: You really don’t know how much I needed to hear that.

Felicity replied, letting go of the hug and walked past Fran.

FELICITY BANKS: Time to show Miami why I AM Hard Knox Wrestling. Toodles.

She waved goodbye to Fran and walked out of her tent, heading towards the gorilla position for her match as the scene faded to the squared circle.
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WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a six person tag team match!

“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.

WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, standing five foot five, weighing in at a hundred-sixty pounds… THE KING OF KIMURA… HEAAAAAAATH HARPER!

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…

The lights go off as “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits the speakers, silencing the crowd. Just as it starts to pick up again, the lights begin to flash to the bass of the beat. During the the start of the music, a spark of pyro shoot up from the ground at the entrance ramp. Luke Wisia emerges from behind the shower of sparks with his hands out, cockily staring at the crowd around him.

Luke slowly walks down the ramp, taking in the music and the atmosphere of silence in for himself as the crowd throws some jeering his way. He seems to block all of that with his eyes closed, and letting his RIP leather jacket speak for him with the "Unholy One" patch on his heart. He looks at both sides of the outside arena, muttering something to himself under his breath and giving the fans a dead cold stare.

WHISPER VIPERI: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

The 'Unholy One' wastes no time sliding into the ring and bouncing on the balls of his feet, testing the mat underneath him. He climbs the nearest corner turnbuckle and stand there for a moment, letting the music play and basking in the open air. The crowd is showing disgust as Luke wipes down his Reapers jacket and jumps down from the ropes. He begins to remove the leather jacket and lay it down in his corner.

Luke is leaning in his corner and looks like he doesn't have a care in the world. He runs a hand through his hair, then rests his arms on both sides of the ropes, staring across the ring at his partner. Patiently waiting for the ref to ring the bell.

My eyes have seen the glory
Of the tramplin' at the zoo
We washed ourselves in niggers blood and all the mongrels too


Peter Autonom's "The White Man Marches On" begins to play to instant jeers from the audience. The knoxotron lights up with a waving confederate flag as Billy Joe McCleary walks out of the curtain waving a rebel flag of his own. Brick follows behind with potato sacks over his head. Brick raises his tag title belt in the air as Billy Joe leads the pack, waving the flag from side to side as the crowd boos. The group makes their way down the ramp with Billy Joe mocking anyone in the audience he sees that's of color.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing hailing from Gainesville, Georgia! Accompanied to the ring by Billy Joe McCleary! He is one half of the HKW World Tag Team Champions… BRIIIIIIICK MCCLEARY!

The group lets out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Bo has a big cooler in his hand and sets it down by the announcer's table. He opens it up and distributes a beer to each of his brothers. Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. The music fades and the boos get louder. Bo, Brick and Baron all take the sacks off of their heads and toss them to ringside.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents…

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: On her way to ring, from Red Bank, NJ and living in Philadelphia, PA... ASHLEEEEEEY SULLIVAN!!!

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…

"Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling steps through from behind the curtains, looking out at the audience with a stonefaced look. Dressed in his ring gear and gray and gold hoodie, Colton has the hood over his head, but just enough to where it covers most of his light brown hair. As he stands at the top of the stage, he begins nodding his head and cracking his neck before beginning his descent down to the ring. But, he stops midway down the ramp before a slight smirk appears on his face as he then proceeds to slap the ground, setting off a small amount of gold pyro.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 207 pounds, COLTON STERLING!

Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns on his heel before hopping on the apron. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet. He begins punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner…

"Scream" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving off a mixed reaction as gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp setup. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the crowd anticipating the arrival of Felicity Banks.

"Can you feel that...?"

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos through at the arena as the "Queen" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth. She looks disinterested as she saunters down the ramp, and pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, 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 smirks before she walks up the steps and into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Standing at five foot three inches tall! She is the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year, and the Queen of Professional Wrestling… “The Sullen Angel” FEEEELICIIIIIITYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAANKS!

Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until she gets dizzy enough to stop. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her. Some oblige, some don’t, but Felicity leaps off the corner and goes right to her corner.

RANDY THE PILOT: This about to be crack kills, bruh.

BRIAN MASON: I’m not sure what that means, but if it means good then you’re damn right!

With all six combatants in the ring, the “good” guys beginning talking over who was going to start for their team until Felicity turns around and spears Brick right out of the ring! The referee calls for the bell to begin the match!

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DING DING DING!


Ashley Sullivan and Colton Sterling run to the opposite corner and pair off with their rivals! Ashley clubs away at Luke’s face with rights and lefts until she clutches his head and starts driving fierce knees into his face. Colton and Harper exchange right hands until Sterling gets the better of the assault and clotheslines Harper right out of the ring! Colton follows Harper outside and sees Felicity slamming the back of Brick’s head against the thin mat on the outside. Colton smirks, mounts overtop of Heath and does the exact same!

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn, bruh! They tryna concuss these mofos.

BRIAN MASON: A person could only take so much, Randy, and I think Colton and Felicity have had enough of Heath and Brick!

JERMAINE MARKS: So, uh...Luke and Ashley legal, right?

Back inside the ring, Ashley continues driving her knees into Luke’s face until the Reaper blocks one of them, grabs Ashley by the leg and executes a beautiful dragon screw leg whip. With Ashley immobilized, Wisia looks around the ring and sees Felicity still smashing Brick’s head off the thin protective mat. He looks to the other side and sees Colton doing the same to Harper and decides to climb up to the top rope! Wisia catches his balance when gets up top and measures up Colton. Felicity finally lets go of Brick’s head and sees Wisia on the top rope. She immediately gets back to her feet, hops on the apron, and pushes Wisia from the top rope, into the protective barricade outside!

JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeee, so much for family. Shiiiiiiit.

BRIAN MASON: One thing to know about Felicity...she always wants to win no matter who you are.

With Luke outside hurting from smashing his face off the protective barricade, Felicity looks back at Brick who was starting to get back to his feet. Instead of going after him, she looks over at Billy Joe McCleary, who was screaming his lungs off at ringside, and perches to the top herself!

RANDY THE PILOT: The fuck she thinkin’ bout doin, bruh? That’s a big ass fall for a small ass girl.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t think she cares, Randy.

Felicity catches her balance, looks back at the rising Brick McCleary, and moonsaults off the top rope, and to the outside onto Brick McCleary! The crowd starts chanting “Holy shit!” as Billy Joe walks over to Felicity and Brick, screaming for Brick to get up. Back on the other side of the ring, Colton finally lets up on Harper, walks over to Wisia, and grabs him by the head. With Luke in his grasp, Colton looks in the ring and sees Sullivan back to her feet, urging Sterling to roll Wisia in. Colton smirks, and not a second later he tosses Luke Wisia back into the ring!

Wisia rages back up to his feet, and looks directly at Sterling. He starts cursing the former No Limits Champion off until he turns around and gets blasted by a running forearm from Sullivan! Colton applauds his girlfriend, walking over to Felicity and helping her back to her feet after the big moonsault on Brick. They walk to their corner while Ashley continues pounding away with hammerfists on a down Luke Wisia.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like these three are doing alright so far. Much better than the other team at least.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, Fel and Ashley former HKW Tag Team Champions, and Colton and Ashley are former FGA Tag Team Champions. This is like the perfect trios team, bruh.

JERMAINE MARKS: Until a nigga gets kicked in the balls and then it’s over for him.

With Felicity and Colton in their corner, Brick and Harper do the same, both of them screaming across the ring at their rivals. Back inside the ring, Ashley gets Wisia up to a vertical base, but Wisia drives his thumb into Ashley’s eye! She turns to try to regain sight in that eye, but Wisia comes out of nowhere and smashes her face off the mat with a running bulldog! After the big move, Wisia grabs a hold of Sullivan’s ankle and pulls her toward his corner before he makes the tag to Brick McCleary!

RANDY THE PILOT: Time for some Ol’ Brick action!

Brick huffs and puffs as he enters the ring, looking directly at Felicity before he drops a big elbow onto the small of Ashley’s back. He gets back up to his feet, looks at Colton this time, and drops another elbow to the small of Ashley’s back. Billy Joe McCleary screams ‘WAHOOOOO’ from the outside as the crowd rains boos down on one half of the HKW Tag Team Champions.

He becomes too distracted with the jeers from the crowd to notice Ashley getting back to her feet and putting the man down with a smooth reverse swinging neckbreaker. Crick falls next to the ropes and Ashley whips herself into the ropes and bounces back with a baseball slide, doing her best to kick Brick out of the ring. He doesn’t budge, so Ashley goes the whip again, and throws her body forward with another attempt to put Brick out. She drives a shoulder into him, and crowd lets out a sick groan at watching Ashley look like she hit a wall, but it was barely enough to send Brick tumbling to the outside, still a little shaken up from the surprise neckbreaker.

BRIAN MASON: I bet that was like running into a “Brick” wall for Ashley Sullivan.

JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga…. No. Don’t ever say that again. I will slap the shit out of you.

Ashley is holding her shoulder in the middle of the ring as Brick is already back to his feet on the outside. She reaches for her corner, but Luke grabs her foot through the middle rope. She shakes him off just in time to dive forward and make the tag to Colton Sterling, who was closer!

Brick slides into the ring just in time for Colton to enter at the same time. Felicity begins to try and distract him, but the swings an arm her way that she ducks underneath at the last second. He then turns around, trying to find placement on where Colton is, but only gets on the receiving end of a dropkick, putting him in the corner. He goes to throw double knees into Brick’s chest, but is caught in mid-air and Brick takes a few steps forward to the middle of the ring before throwing Colton down with a powerbomb. Colton goes limp in the middle of the ring after the hard shot, and Brick dives down for the cover, looking at Felicity as he make the pin! She starts yelling him across the ring, but he doesn’t let go of his stare.



ONE!






TWO!





NO!!!



Colton doesn’t need help from his corner as he throws up a shoulder off the mat to the cheering crowd. Bricks forgets about the pin and stand up, keeping his gaze on Felicity, walking to his corner and tagging in Heath Harper.

RANDY THE PILOT: Brick with the first pin attempt the match, but I don’t think Colton was ready for that powerbomb.

BRIAN MASON: Oh, he wasn’t. That’s what happens when you get a little fired up too quickly, you open yourself up for a mistake or two.

Sterling is regaining himself in the ring quicker than what’s normal as Heath walks into the match with a cocky laugh. Colton strikes out with a crossbody and connect, but Harper rolls up Colton into a pin, instantly releasing it and standing up with a smile on his face. Colton slaps the mat and says something toward Harper. Heath bounces off the ropes, ducking under a clothesline attempt from Colton but bounces back to a diving elbow that sends Harper rolling across the ring. Sterling charges over to Heath, trying to pick him back up to his feet, but Harper delivers a hard kick that drives right into Colton’s nose. His eyes water up and he staggers around for a moment before being hit with a hard belly to belly suplex. We can still see Colton holding his nose as Harper is the one to keep the pressure on his opponent.

He throws Colton into the ropes, bounces back and misses with the strong elbow throw! As they return, Heath makes the wrong move going with a clothesline against Colton’s bicycle kick! It puts down Harper, but Sterling lands awkwardly after hitting the move and is down on the mat this time holding his ankle.

JERMAINE MARKS: Great move by Colton Sterling, but it looks like he came down on his ankle all wrong afterwards.

RANDY THE PILOT: It ain’t broken. That dude will continue to wrestle, trust me.

They were right as Colton is now back to his feet and putting weight on his ankle, showing that he was perfectly fine and just landed in a weird way. It was enough time to not get a pinfall attempt though as he drags Harper back to the middle of the ring and tags in Felicity Banks to take control of the match!

She comes into the ring, ready to go and fired up from having to sit on the side so long as she charges at Heath and delivers some variations of kicks, then follows up with a double foot stomp on his chest. She begins to yell for Harper to stand up, motioning her hand while yelling and taking looks over at the McCleary’s. When Harper finds his feet, Felicity strikes with a open palm strike, but it misses and she quickly returns with an arm drag, making Harper roll some feet away from her. She is still fired up and keeps the pressure on him, backing him into the corner while delivering shots with her knees, whipping his out of the corner, pulling him back in, and going for a devastating round house kick!

Harper catches her in the attempt and throws her back down in the middle of the ring with a double leg spinebuster, to the shock of himself and the crowd after being back up in the corner like he was. He looks tired, but he reaches over to pull Felicity back to her feet, going back down with a sitout jawbreaker from Banks! Heather is down and Felicity is sitting, as she crawls forward, slapping the mat and waiting for Harper to gather himself back to his feet.

When he does, Felicity goes for the Fameasser, but Heath ducks underneath just in time to return a strike with a clothesline that Felicity also ducks under in reversal. Then it’s Felicity who follows up with a Scorpio Spike, rolling Heath over for the pin attempt!



ONE!






TWO!






BREAK!



Luke Wisia dives forward and breaks the pin to Felicity’s surprise as she stand up to glare at him, the crowd going into a complete pop as the relatives stand there. He stares at Felicity in return and it looks like he is returning back to his corner before snapping out a Bank Shot that slightly connects to Ashley Sullivan’s jaw in her corner and sends her hard down to the mat!

JERMAINE MARKS: This Banks fam just don’t give a shit. Luke breaking the pin on Heath against Felicity.

BRIAN MASON: Then he acted like he was going to return back to his corner before hitting Ashley with a cheap Bank Shot…. Luckily it didn’t fully connect.

RANDY THE PILOT: That was pretty dirty. Felicity the only friend he MIGHT have in this match and he just done fucked that right up. Yup.

Luke tries to return back to his corner, but it’s Sterling who runs forward and spears Luke through the middle ropes and to the outside of the ring! Ashley regains herself and barely is able to pull herself back up to the corner, still rubbing her jaw from the unexpected attack from Luke. Harper is crawling towards Brick for the tag while Colton and Luke are battling around the barrier, Colton going shoulder first into the steel steps as Luke starts to drop knees to his face.

Then Felicity turns around and sees Harper going for the tag to Brick, diving forward, but the tag is made before she can get to him! Brick storms the ring, the crowd cheering for the fight between McCleary and Banks!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. These Miami fans really wanna see the hillbilly versus the queen!

BRIAN MASON: Doesn’t look like they have to wait long!

Felicity immediately pounces on Brick, using whatever’s left of her adrenaline to elbow Brick directly in the face. She gets him on the ropes and sends him into the other ones, going for a big dropkick, but Brick puts the brakes on! Felicity lands on the mat after the dropkick attempt, Brick coming to Felicity, wrapping his wrists around her waist, and hits a deadlift German suplex on Felicity! Banks grabs at the back of her head as Billy Joe yells out “WAAAAAAHOOOO” and applauds Brick. Brick dusts the dirt off his shoulder before he makes the tag to Luke Wisia, pointing at the downed Felicity Banks while mouthing the words “finish it!” in his direction.

Luke ignores Brick and climbs up to the top rope, patiently waiting for his cousin to get back to her feet. Once Felicity’s up, Ashley tries to warn her not to turn around, but Banks does anyway and gets his with a big missile dropkick from Wisia!

BRIAN MASON: What a dropkick from Wisia!

RANDY THE PILOT: Didn’t think he was gonna do that, bruh. Breaking a pin up is one thing, but he’s actually coming at Felicity.

Luke starts jumping around the ring as if he had just won the HKW World Championship, laughing in the faces of Colton and Ashley. He continues taunting his rivals, not realizing that Felicity back up and on one bended knee. Just as soon as Wisia turns around, Felicity pushes herself back up to her feet, runs toward Wisia and takes him down with a headscissors! Wisia scrambles back up to his feet, but Felicity takes him right down with an armdrag! Wisia, now disoriented, gets back up to his feet and turns right around to…

BRIAN MASON: BANK SHOT!

No! Wisia falls back on his back and slides underneath the rope, slapping his hands off the mat in frustration. Felicity stares at her cousin with a smirk on her face, encouraging him to come back inside the ring while Luke kicks the steps at ringside. Luke slides back in the ring and gets to his feet, but instead of going at Felicity, he tags in Heath Harper and then runs across the ring to deliver a stiff elbow shot to Ashley’s face! The former HKW tag champion falls to the floor, and Wisia follows, but Ashley pushes him back, causing Wisia to smash his head off the steel post at ringside!

Back inside the ring, Harper hits Felicity with an elbow to the face and belly to belly suplexes her into one of the free corners. Harper immediately walks over to his corner and makes the tag to Brick McCleary. McCleary enters the ring with a smug grin on his face as he walks over to Felicity and grabs her by her hair.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ol’ Brick bout to finish this one off for good.

Brick rips Felicity to her feet, but Felicity shoves him out of the way and hits the Bank Shot onto Brick! Brick stumbles back enough to make the tag to Harper, but Billy Joe pulls Brick out of the ring and begins walking him up the ramp!

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: THIS AIN’ WORTH OUR TIME! WE CHAMPEENS!

Felicity doesn’t bother looking at the McCleary, and instead dives toward her corner to make the tag to Sterling!

JERMAINE MARKS: FRESH BODY, CUH!

Sterling gets into the ring and blasts Harper with a stiff right hand! Harper comes back with a left of his own, but Sterling eats it and hits Harper with his trademark Bicycle kick! The crowd explodes as Sterling feeds from their energy, but Wisia grabs a hold of ankle! He tries to bring Colton out of the ring, but Colton stomps on his hands allowing Ashley Sullivan to sneak up behind Wisia and hit him jumping sleeper slam! Colton smirks as he matches Luke’s body hit the ground. He turns around… SNAPMARE DRIVER! HARPER HITS THE SNAPMARE DRIVER! He spins Colton on his back, and hooks the leg…


ONE!!!



TWO!!!!



THRRRRRRR-KICKOUT!



Sterling kicks out at the count of two and seven/eighths as Felicity stares at the referee after coming into the ring to break the count almost a second too late. She looks ready to attack Harper, but decides against it and pulls Colton closer to their team’s corner so he could make the tag.

Colton is still in a daze as he looks around, reaching up for the tag on Felicity and rolling his way out of the ring. Harper is taking a break on his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at Felicity as she enters the ring and slides her kneepad down her knee, eyes determined.

BRIAN MASON: Is someone’s head about to come off?

RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe...but look what we got out here!

Ashley and Luke are still battling on the outside as she now has a chair in her hand, Luke is resting his back against the barrier. He manages to stands up but gets sent right back his knees after Sullivan smacks him square in the back with the steel chair! Luke’s back arches and he quickly crawls away from her towards the announcers table. Ashley tosses the chair to the side, but keeps the pressure on Luke, grappling up and pushing him up against the table. She tries to choke him out, but Luke delivers a swift kick to the midsection and hoists Ashley up on his shoulders, putting her down face first with a belly slam onto the top of the announcers table.

JERMAINE MARKS: MANNNNN! NOT OUR ANNOUNCERS TABLE YOU SAVAGES!

The table didn’t break, but Ashley looked like the fall broken her as she laid on the announcers table and couldn’t move, rolling around on her back. Luke slaps the table and grabs Ashley by the face, saying something to her before letting go and walking away. But he doesn’t walk back to his corner, instead he leaves the match entirely. Harper is in the ring, watching Luke walk away and throwing up his hands. With all of his partners gone, he just turns around to try and finish the match himself, but it’s Felicity Banks with the Bank Shot!!!

But it misses! Harper fall onto his back just in time and climbs quickly to his feet using the corner turnbuckle. Felicity loses her balance and falls to one knee, and this time it’s Heath who runs forward with the Harpooned!

Felicity twists her body out of the way, the punt coming meer inches from her face, but Heath doesn’t get regain himself as she attacks back with another Bank Shot!.... And it connects! Felicity dives forward and hooks Harper’s legs for the count!



ONE!








TWO!








THRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!


DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are the winners for your match, the team of Ashley Sullivan, Colton Sterling, and Felicity Banks!!!

Harper rolls out of the ring after the pinfall, holding his jaw, but Colton jumps off the steel steps with a clothesline and puts him down on the rampway!

JERMAINE MARKS: Felicity with the win for her team! But Colton doesn’t look like he is done with Heath Harper, yet!

BRIAN MASON: The McCleary’s are gone. Luke Wisia left the match. Ashley Sullivan is still ringside with us after being slammed on our table. Colton and Harper can’t stop fighting each other long enough to get a breather. Last one standing in this brutal contest is Felicity and rightfully deserved through all the chaos.

The camera cuts back to Colton, who is trying to keep his attack on Harper, but Heath jumped over the barrier and slowly made his way towards the backstage area as Colton was determined to chase him down. But Harper gets backstage before Sterling can get to him and they both disappear from frame!

It’s only Felicity Banks in the ring as she is tired and on her knees, raising her arm in victory after a hell of a match. She stands up and holds both arms out at the corner turnbuckle, taking in the cheers from the crowd and finally notices Ashley Sullivan laid out. Then the crowd begins to stir, but Felicity can’t react in time to notice what they’re yelling about until she gets blindsided from behind by Brick and Billy Joe McCleary!

RANDY THE PILOT: Well, there was only one… Until Billy Joe and Brick decided they wanted to come back for Felicity.

The fans are yelling and the men pull Felicity back to her feet by her hair and then to the middle of the ring. They take in the boos from the fans as they pull Felicity under, hoist her up onto their shoulders, and throw her down with a powerful double team powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Felicity hits the mat underneath her and instantly gets knocked out, not even being able to stir after the devastating move.

BRIAN MASON: Shit! Fucking McCleary’s!

RANDY THE PILOT: Did you just curse, bruh?!

The crowd is letting their jeers be heard, but Billy Joe and Brick ignore them, looking down and laughing at their prey. Billy Joe goes down to one knee and starts yelling at Felicity as she is down and out, Brick just laughing until the screen fades away to black.

WINNERS: ASHLEY SULLIVAN, COLTON STERLING, AND FELICITY BANKS (23:44)

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The scene opens up to the HKW World title that is setting on someone’s shoulder, and as the camera zooms out, you can hear the crowd start to cheer as Onyx is shown standing there, wearing nothing but one of her T-Shirts, jeans, and red sneakers to go with as she watches the end of match that just took place on one of the monitors before she feels a tap on her shoulder. Turning around slowly, a sarcastic smile appears on her face, as the camera turns, panning out a bit further to reveal Shane Atwater, the new number one contender.

ONYX PAYNE: If it isn’t Shane, master of water. Got ourselves a straight up waterbender up in here.

She laughs slightly as she sees Shane’s eyeing the title, which causes her to look at it too momentarily before looking back over at the number one contender.

ONYX PAYNE: It must suck for you to have had this, and have it taken away from you... /she pauses/ Oh wait… you never had this /she places her hand on the title’s plate/ You just like to parade around acting as though you did. Just like when you said that I took it from you, and when I called you out on your bullshit, you said you thought better of me. I don’t know about you, Shane, but when someone claims that you took something from them… That isn’t borrowing. That’s stealing. And correct me if i’m wrong but, while you were trying to get into Gia’s good graces, her pants, and handing her match wins... I was going through the All or Nothing Series. Earning my shot against Felicity. Not you. /she spells it out/ F.E.L.I.C.I.T.Y. Felicity. Do you remember who I won the title from? Hmm? Because it wasn’t you. It was Felicity. Not. You. So before you start berating me with stupid accusations...I’m going to give you some advice. Mean what you say, say what you mean, and know what your talking about.

Shane stares for a good, long moment, rubbing his jaw lightly, a look of bemused annoyance crossing his face.

SHANE ATWATER: You know...Onyx...For someone who’s so very adamant about meaning what you say, and saying what you mean...For someone who has SUCH an alacrity and attention to the details of the past, no matter how...utterly wrong about them you might be...You certainly struggle with the comprehension of words spoken directly to you not a couple of weeks ago. Not once, but twice. Never once...never ONCE...did I claim that Shane takes a moment to pointedly press his index finger against the World Championship belt on Onyx’s shoulder, pushing with enough force to jar her slightly belonged to me. Nor did I ever say that you stole anything from me. Now….I took the time after the last show to make myself clear. To try and ensure we didn’t misunderstand each other. Sometimes words can be misinterpreted, I get that. I’ve done it before myself, and when I’ve had an honest misunderstanding with someone...I’m man enough to admit that I was wrong. And I thought you were the same, Onyx. I really did. I thought I was perfectly clear, and that we were going to go forward from here. But unfortunately…

Shane shakes his head, sighing slightly.

SHANE ATWATER: ...You seem damnably intent on proving me wrong on that account. Not only are you just...willfully ignoring every word that comes out of my mouth to create your own narrative….You’re going to stand there, and throw Gia Levi in my face? The same Gia Levi I tapped out at Crowned Royalty? Like that’s supposed to mean something to me. Like that’s supposed to cut me deeply. That’s...I don’t even know, Onyx. Even Jackie-Boy came at me with better material than that, miserable piece of shit that he was. I’ve gone out of my way, on two occasions now, to try and give you the respect that you deserve. I’ve loaded your accomplishment, coming from a simple wrestling manager to World Champion in the amount of time that you did. I’ve applauded you beating Felicity, not once but twice. I even came out and blankly said that there is no disputing that you are the very best that HKW has to offer right now/ I’ve gone out of my way to give you your due, and show you the respect that you deserve...And now, not once...but twice…

Shane edges closer, scowling.

SHANE ATWATER: You’ve repaid me with blatant disrespect. First in front of the cameras, and now directly to my face. I never once said you stole that Championship from me, Onyx...but make no mistake, I am coming for it. With everything I’ve got. And while you may be the level best that HKW has to offer, the rightful AND deserving Champion...I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt my best is just that much better than yours. And I’m going to prove it at Darkness Falls. Plain and simple. No questions. I told you last week, that this could go one of two ways, and since you apparently didn’t listen then, let me repeat myself one last time in the vain hope that you listen: Either I tap you out at Darkness Falls, claim the World Championship and the status at the top of the pecking order I’ve spent 10 years working toward….and we shake hands and walk away in mutual respect….or...you continue disrespecting me, and what I’m capable of, and the very same thing happens, but it get’s very, very ugly before the end. That’s it. Clear as crystal, make no further mistake about it. And since we’re in the spirit of giving advice, let me give you some, Champ.

Shane takes a final step closer, fully in Onyx’s face now, in spite of the obvious height difference.

SHANE ATWATER: Make your choice wisely, and enjoy your time with that...while it lasts.

Onyx stands her ground, as she puts a cupped hand over her mouth as though she was trying to stop a yawn from coming as she looks up at her future opponent.

ONYX PAYNE: Bringing up your former nemesis seemed to get you worked up a bit. Figured with something like that you could have just brushed it off and ignore. Guess I was mistaken. See, I can admit when I’m wrong. YOU, on the other hand... No so much.

Looking at Shane she mimicked his scowl as best she could as she said in her best Shane Atwater impression.

ONYX PAYNE: The title doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to me.

Shrugging a bit, she removed the scowl from her face.

ONYX PAYNE: You spoke those words after you went on your jealous rant about what I get to do with this title and you don’t… Which sounds very obscure when said out loud, but I digress. What did that sound like to you, Shane? All I am telling you… is listen to what you say and how you say it. Because then maybe, just maybe, what you say can be interpreted correctly.The way you want it to. Or you are going to find yourself in a very big hole. One you won’t be able to dig yourself out of. You also stated that when we get to Darkness Falls, our “mutual respect” can go out the window /she waits a moment to see if Shane would try to correct her/ As far as I’m concerned, our mutual respect has already ended. Now I have noticed something about you when you speak. I know you’re not that comfortable in front of a camera but… I have something that may help you out. Pete and Repeat were sitting in a boat, Pete fell out, who was left?

Shane shakes his head at that, a flicker of obvious anger crossing his face before fading almost as fast.

SHANE ATWATER: Cute. Very cute. You want to be smarmy, come at me with these little sarcastic quips, try and talk down to me...That’s fine. Have it your way, Onyx. You’re so fixated on a singular sentence out of place that you refuse to see the overarching message. Entirely unwilling to see the clarification of my statement not once, not twice, but three times. So utterly used to having people question your worth, openly saying you aren’t good enough to be here, that you see every word I’m saying as a slight against you. That I’m debasing you simply by having the sheer GALL to say that I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m the best professional wrestler on this roster, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to claim that sixteen pounds of validation you have slung so precariously over your shoulder and put it around my waist. But it’s jealousy, right? That’s why I want what you have. Not because it’s the one thing that can prove my point. Not because that Championship is the singular goal that should be in EVERY professional wrestler’s mind when they step through those doors.Not because I’ve worked my ass off since I walked through the doors of this company to EARN my shot at that...just like you did...but no, no, no. This is all about petty jealousy. Give me a fucking break, Onyx. I DO want what you have, because it’s the greatest prize in this business. I want to claim it for my own. To EARN it. Like you earned it against Felicity Banks. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

Shane pauses, rubbing the bridge of his nose, sighing slightly.

SHANE ATWATER: You can sit there and say respect is out the window, and try to paint me with the blame for that all you want….but everything that happens from this point forward? That’s 100 percent on you, Onyx. You know, there’s a line from a movie. You like movies, right? Cool Hand Luke. Great film. There’s a line...What we have here, I guess...is a failure to communicate. I guess there really are some people you just can’t reach. You’ve clearly made your choice, Onyx. I’m coming to Darkness Falls, and I’m taking that Championship away from you….No matter what it takes. No handshakes. No respect. No quarter. And you have no one to blame for that...but yourself. Now if you’ll excuse me...I’ve got a match to win.

With that, Shane turns to move past Onyx, starting to head down the hall as Onyx makes a yeesh face as she shakes her head before watching Shane go down the hallway with determination.

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The scene opens back up under the personal tent of Defiance General Manager Romeo Price sitting at his desk looking over some files. He shakes his head and takes a sip from a glass of Scotch.

ROMEO PRICE: Hmph…

From out of the blue, the opening to the tent rips open to reveal Alessio van Duren standing just outside the tent with his wrestling gear on. The Italian steps into the tent with a smug grin on his face as Romeo looks up from the desk. Alessio looks around the tent, nodding his head before turning to Price.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: If it isn’t Romeo Price in his tent. I’m surprised you don’t have your guard dogs and your soldiers around you, I’m sure you’d love to be seen in the same light as a Caesar...but then again, we’re taking out all of your...soldiers, as small as that bond may be, one by one.

Romeo looks up to see Alessio entering his tent. He sits down his glass and sits back in his chair listening to him trying his best not to get annoyed.

ROMEO PRICE: Guard dogs? Soilders? Did I drop you on your head too hard or something, Mr. van Duren?

He chuckles.

ROMEO PRICE: I haven’t seen you boys do quite much. Take out my soldiers? You couldn’t even lift a finger to Shane Atwater, Warren failed miserably at that. And you? What happened to you Alessio? You fell off a ladder, tsk. How unfortunate.

Romeo shrugs his shoulders.

ROMEO PRICE: Bridges sure did recruit himself quite the little army didn’t he? Only trick you little muts know how to do is attack others from behind. Pathetic...

Alessio steps a little closer to Price’s desk, dismissing his comments with a hand gesture alongside a shake of the head.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: What happened at Dream On was unfortunate, but that’s all in the past now. I’ve got my head set, I’m looking forward, and I see a chance of a lifetime to make your number one contender submit. You think I can’t lift a finger to Atwater, well you’ll see. All of these people are going to see! AVD is the future, and I’m taking out everything in my fucking way. You, Atwater...everybody. I don’t need a fucking briefcase. I don’t need to take shortcuts. I’ll get there, you fuck. Trust me.

ROMEO PRICE: Me?

Romeo chuckles a little.

ROMEO PRICE: Atwater? Everybody, huh? Don’t get too ahead of yourself Mr. van Duren. You seem to have a bit of a problem doing that and you end up…Well we both know the answer to that don’t we?

Alessio van Duren leans forward, resting his taped fingers down on the desk.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: And that’s why this brand won’t flourish with you at the helm. Would you rather I plodded along like the rest of those bottom feeders out there, hm? Is it so wrong for one of your superstars to have a little ambition? Every time you open your mouth you further prove why you shouldn’t be in charge here. You make our case to take you out a lot stronger, and you make our decision to do so a lot easier.

ROMEO PRICE: Is that right? I don’t have a problem with someone showing a little bit of heart. I don’t have an issue with someone having some ambition inside of them. Look at our champion and her contender for instances. Both Mrs. Payne-Perello and Mr. Atwater has showcased their ambition numerous times and still does. Mr. Lewis, who defeated you for that briefcase has done that also. No, I don’t have a problem with superstars having some ambition or fight inside of them. What I do have a problem with Mr. van Duren is idiot scums like yourself who think it is fine and dandy to sit upon a tyrant’s lap and feel as if you have earned everything that has been handed to you.

Price looks at Alessio up and down.

ROMEO PRICE: Warren….XPJ...Cole….You….You all disgust me. You all are nothing but puny lap dogs begging for a treat. Wanting someone to respect you just because you’re under Bridges’ flimsy umbrella...Hmph...You have no respect in this locker room Mr. van Duren. You have no respect on this brand. This brand won’t flourish with me at the helm? Haha, I have already single handedly made this brand better than it already was in the short time I’ve even been here. Bridges on the other hand….He is a virus within this company. And it’s truly sickening to sit here look and your eyes and see how much of a blind fool you are...How infected you are by his influence. He’s going to die soon Mr. van Duren. I’m gonna make sure this virus is cut from this company and those who wish to follow him. Don’t you dare make threats you can’t even back up Alessio….I told you before. I am not a man who you can fuck with.

For a few short, silent and tense seconds Alessio van Duren and Romeo Price stare at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to break away from the locked gaze. Eventually however, van Duren shakes his head in disgust and looks away. He stands upright, then proceeds to swat the files from the desk to the floor, kicking sand onto them before looking back at Price.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: Keep running that fucking mouth, Price, soon enough I will personally rip your tongue out, and you’ll never talk again. I guess Zakk Lewis showed plenty of ambition when he walked out on our match. Go fuck yourself, cunt.

With that AVD turns on his heels, rips the curtain to the side and exits the tent. Romeo watches Alessio leave. The scene begins to fade away but not before…

ROMEO PRICE: …………….Hmph……

The scene then slowly fades away.
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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION!”

Alessio van Duren splits the curtain, strutting out from the back with a confident air about him as he surveys the crowd for a brief second before dismissing them with a slight chuckle. He then begins to make his way down to the ring, cracking his knuckles before ensuring that his wrist tape is strapped on tight.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Milan, Italy; weighing in at 229 pounds, he is ALESSIO VAN DUREN!

"Never catch me slipping, red cup solo sipping out the whip with yo’ bitches,
Don't give a fuck about opinions, that don't pay the bills,
I'm just keeping it real!"


van Duren slaps the steel steps twice in quick succession before making his way up them and into the ring all in one swift motions. He stretches in the centre of the ring for a quick moment before reminding the fans of his feelings toward them. Alessio then retreats into his corner, waiting for his match to begin.

BRIAN MASON: AvD is certainly looking to leave that ring with a big win tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: If spaghetti over there picks up a W, you already know Risky gonna try and shove him into the main event scene.

RANDY THE PILOT: Which means that Shane gonna need to win tonight if he wants to keep it one on one with Onyx.

The lights dim, and the opening riff of "Dinosaur" roils through the loudspeakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim nod. before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner to wait for the start of the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California; weighing in at 231 pounds, he is SHANE ATWATER!

BRIAN MASON: In less than two months from now, Shane Atwater will finally get his shot to the HKW World championship.

JERMAINE MARKS: His ass gotta pay attention tonight though. Overlooking a Risky guy been a thing that he’s done before, remember?

RANDY THE PILOT: Wouldn’t surprise me if Jack Warren or Tony Capone or even Lyle Risky make their way down ringside.

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DING! DING! DING!


The two men slowly circle the ring before eventually finding themselves into the center of the ring and locking up. AvD, the smaller of the two (barely), quickly moves Shane into a headlock, but Shane quickly slips out and grabs AvD’s arm, looking to twist it a bit, only for Alessio to kick him away and take a few steps back, shaking his arm as he and Shane have a staredown. The two then go to lockup again, but Alessio catches Shane with a knee to the gut that keels him over before he elbows him on the back of the head, forcing him to drop to the mat.

van Duren then quickly grabs Atwater by the hair after that, getting him up to both feet before deciding to talk some trash before he irish whips Atwater towards the ropes. The number one contender bounces off of them before he bounces back towards the Risky guy, who attempts to hit a European uppercut, only for Shane to block it, spin Alessio around, then lift him up and drop him with a German suplex! Atwater quickly gets to his feet afterwards and sees Alessio slowly crawling towards the corner, so he allows him to do so. AvD eventually gets up to both feet in the corner and turns around just in time to see Shane charging towards the corner. Atwater leaps up and attempts to go for a corner splash, but AvD moves out of the way at the last second before rolling a stumbling backwards Shane from behind, looking to steal one!

BRIAN MASON: Good back and forth from both men right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: But AvD got the upper hand right now!

JERMAINE MARKS: Surprised the rollup ain’t make you think about fruit rollups, slime.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Both men quickly try to get to their feet after the kickout, but AvD is to his first. Shane is to a knee when AvD comes rushing in, hooking his head and planting him with a snap DDT to boos from the audience! AvD goes for the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Atwater kicks out again, but that just seems to drive van Duren even more as he quickly gets to his feet and starts thinking of his next move. Shane is to all fours when Alessio finally decides his next move, grabbing Shane and getting him up to both feet before whipping him into the nearest corner. Shane leans up against said corner and Alessio charges in, catching him with a corner European uppercut to boos from the audience, before he lets Shane drop to the mat, face first. Alessio grabs Shane again and gets him up to both feet again, this time irish whipping him towards the opposite corner. Shane leans up against that corner as well, but Alessio rushes in and catches Shane with another European uppercut, but this time, he doesn’t let him fall to the mat. AvD instead opts to peel Shane from out of the corner before hooking his head, and then hitting a snap suplex that has Shane feeling the pain in his back as Alessio goes for the cover again!

BRIAN MASON: Shane is getting beat like he stole something!

RANDY THE PILOT: And make no mistake, bruh. Alessio doing this shit for himself, not for Jack Dubya.

JERMAINE MARKS: Course he is. Why he wanna do work for someone else who don’t pay him the dough? You sounding dumber than this pasty ass nigga right now.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Shane kicks out again, getting a shake of the head from Alessio, who slowly gets to his feet afterwards. Alessio grabs Shane by the hair and slowly pulls him up to both feet, getting absolute venom spit at him from the ref for this act. But Alessio tells him to shut up and learn how to count as he continues pulling Shane by the hair. Alessio then hooks Shane’s head and lifts him up, looking to go for a brainbuster, but Shane slips from behind and catches Alessio with a European uppercut to the back of the head that floors him!

Alessio slowly gets to his feet after that as Shane tries to catch his breath, but Shane quickly moves forward and runs towards the ropes in front of Alessio, bouncing off of them before taking Alessio down with a clothesline to a big pop from the audience. Once again, AvD slowly gets to his feet, but this proves to be a mistake as Shane waits for Alessio to turn around before catching him with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and out of the ring to a big pop from the audience! Shane quickly exits the ring as well, wanting to make sure he gives Alessio no breathing room as he grabs the Italian and gets him up to both feet before whipping him back first into the barricade! Shane pulls him off of the barricade...but whips him back into it again as the audience continues to cheer him on! Shane then grabs Alessio and rolls him back into the ring as he looks out at the audience and nods his head.

BRIAN MASON: And just like that, the momentum has shifted!

JERMAINE MARKS: Looks like getting his ass dusted for these past few minutes got him fired the hell up.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shane Atwater’s the homie still though.

Atwater quickly slides back into the ring and grabs Alessio by the hair before getting him up to both feet and shoving him chest first into the ropes. Alessio bounces off of them and stumbles backwards, allowing Shane to grab Alessio around the waist, hoist him up and plant him with a German suplex again, this time keeping the bridge going, allowing the ref to start his count as Shane has Alessio’s shoulders planted!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

After Alessio kicks out, Shane quickly gets to his feet, grabs Alessio’s arm, and quickly locks him into an armbar as the audience lets out a loud pop! Alessio quickly tries to slip out of the hold as he desperately reaches for the close by ropes, but Shane is looking to pull this young man’s arm out of his socket! Alessio eventually gets to crawling towards the ropes, each step closer that much more painful for the young man. Eventually, Alessio gets to the ropes and gets his leg around the bottom rope, forcing Shane to break up the armbar hold as the audience boos Alessio.

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit, he done fucked up that arm of Alessio’s.

RANDY THE PILOT: That’s what the homie Shane does!

BRIAN MASON: That definitely did not play into the favor of Alessio van Duren, no doubt about that.

Atwater quickly gets to his feet after that and waits for van Duren to get to his. But when Shane moves in on a now standing Alessio, he quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring to boos, trying to get himself a moment of breathing. But Shane quickly exits the ring and grabs Alessio from behind before rolling him back into the ring a to a big pop from the audience! Shane then quickly slides in and he and Alessio both get to their feet at the same time before they start trading punches as the audience gets hyped with the swings, changing their tune after punches are traded between the two.

”YEAH! BOO! YEAH! BOO! YEAH! BOO! YEAH! BOO!”

But it doesn’t take long for Shane to start getting the upper hand, getting the audience to start cheering.

”YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

Shane then kicks Alessio in the gut before hooking his head and his left leg, then lifting him up and planting him with a fisherman suplex! Shane keeps the holds locked in as he gets himself and Alessio up to both feet before hitting a second fisherman suplex! Shane continues to do that, but this time, when he lifts him up, he does plant him on his back, but instead of doing a third fisherman suplex, he turns into almost a spinebuster variant before he goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: What a move!

JERMAINE MARKS: Alessio don’t even know where he at, slime!

RANDY THE PILOT: The Whale and The Wasp done taught Alessio some shit right now!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Alessio kicks out again and Shane shakes his head before he gets to his feet again and starts wondering what to do next. Eventually, he grabs Alessio by the hair and gets him up to both feet again before irish whipping him towards the nearest corner. AvD leans up against it before Shane charges in, looking to connect with something, but AvD catches him with a boot to the face that forces Shane to drop a knee. When Shane slowly gets back to his feet, AvD drops down and pulls on Shane’s tights, yanking him forward and forcing him to faceplant the turnbuckle!

AvD gets to his feet afterwards as Shane falls to the mat and rolls around it, his nose feeling great pain. van Duren then quickly climbs to the middle turnbuckle before he looks out at the audience and taunts them...before he leaps off and lands a knee drop right onto Atwater’s face! The audience boos as Alessio then goes for the cover yet again!

BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Alessio takes control and lands a beautiful second rope knee drop!

JERMAINE MARKS: Shane took too much time like a dumbass.

RANDY THE PILOT: He’ll be aight.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Shane kicks out at the last second as the audience cheers him on. Alessio gets to his feet after that and gets right into the face of the referee, screaming at him to count faster. But the ref doesn’t budge and tells him to focus on the match and his opponent, which an angry van Duren does. Alessio walks over to Shane’s laid out body before landing an elbow drop that gets boos from the audience. Alessio, realizing this pisses the audience off, gets to his feet again and cockily drops another elbow on Shane, getting even louder boos from the audience. AvD gets to his feet once again, but this time, he makes sure to taunt the fans some more, calling some of them “virgins who live in their mother’s basement”. AvD then turns his attention back to Atwater, landing a third elbow drop before he goes for the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Alessio gets to his feet afterwards and waits for Shane to get to his before he grabs him from around the waist, lifting him up and dropping him with a German suplex! But Alessio doesn’t end it there as he quickly gets Shane up to both feet, keeping the hold in, before hitting a second German suplex! Atwater seems out of it as van Duren keeps the hold on him and gets him up to both feet and again before dropping him with a third German suplex, keeping the bridge on it for this one as the ref slides down and starts making the count!

BRIAN MASON: Three straight German suplexes by Alessio van Duren!

JERMAINE MARKS: And they around the same weight, slime! Tossing Shane around like I toss around a bitch.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shane better kick the fuck out!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Alessio gets to his knees after the kickout and starts slamming his hands into the mat in frustration! The audience cheers as they realize Alessio is getting frustrated, but he pays them no mind as he mounts himself on top of Shane before punching him with lefts and rights! Alessio then gets to his feet and grabs Shane by the hair before tossing him into the close by corner. AvD then rushes towards the opposite corner and leans up against it before he rushes forward and goes for a running knee into the corner, only for Shane to rush out of the corner and catches Alessio with a running forearm strike that floors him! Shane then waits for Alessio to slowly get to his feet before he grabs him from behind, lifts him up, and plants him with his patent wrist clutch olympic slam as the audience pops and he goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: PARABOLA CONNECTS!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeeeee, the homie Shane!

JERMAINE MARKS: Alessio out like a light, slime!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match....SHANE ATWATER!

Shane gets to his feet after the bell rings, raising his hands high in the air and shaking his head before he drops to a knee, letting out a deep breath. Alessio slowly rolls out of the ring afterwards, landing to his knee outside and slamming the apron in frustration.

WINNER: Shane Atwater (17:50)

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"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne plays and the crowd immediately boos. Nicole Starr walks out with a stern look on her face. She walks down towards the ring. Circles around it, grabs a microphone from the commentating table, and slides into the ring. The music dies, and the boos intensify.

NICOLE STARR: Oh you can boo me all you want. You can say whatever you want about me. It doesn’t matter to me. But all it shows is that you’re all so weak that you can’t seem to grasp what I’m capable of becoming. Everyone here is going to realize soon enough that I’m going to be taking over, whether or not you people like it or not. I don’t care. But you all will learn something soon. That I’m not someone you fucking mess with. So keep on booing me. Because the more you boo, the more you talk about me. The more people make me famous.

Nicole Starr then paces.

NICOLE STARR: Now Zakk Lewis. Zakk interrupted me 2 weeks ago to feed me a speech that wasn’t necessary. Zakk, I’m not sure what your fascination in me all of sudden is. But it’s getting annoying. But you know what’s hilarious? While you gave that speech, you fail to mention that a couple months ago you were telling people that I was one of the upcoming superstars in HKW. So why the sudden change of behavior, Zakk? Am I that special enough for you that you must dive your nose into my business? Does it fascinate you of the way I act? The way I do things? I do things for a reason. Everyone here can doubt me, but that just only proves more of what I need to do. You don’t think I love my job? I’m pretty sure I know what it takes to become the best.

"Born Again Menace" by Roger Robinson plays and the crowd all get to their feet to cheer Zakk Lewis as he appears on stage holding his briefcase. He already has a microphone in his hand. He begins to walk down the ramp to the ring. His music fades. He laughs.

ZAKK LEWIS: You know what's funny, Nicole. Is that while I'm happy that you were able to finally gather some guts and finally say something back to me. But the funny thing is, is that you're still proving to me that you're nothing but a procrastinator.

He then walks up the steps, and gets into the ring to face her.

ZAKK LEWIS: Nicole. When I said two weeks ago about passion should be the number one thing to obtain in this business if that's what you want to become successful. You want to become World Champion one day. Hell, you've said that you wanted to take over the world. But, it's weird. Because you don't really show for it. That's what annoys me. You're a poser. Yeah, I said it. A POSER. You talk about chips, whine when people don't hang out with you, and barely make any mention of wrestling. Sure, perhaps you should have fun while not at work. But this isn't work, Nicole. This is America. The Land of Opportunity. The ones who want to have fun outside work are the ones who aren't mature enough to finally become the star they want to become. You can talk about how you're going to prove everyone wrong, but the only thing you're doing is proving how much of a baby you are. You act sadistic while in the ring, but act like a 13-year-old teenage girl who throws tantrums if no one is talking about her outside of it.

He could tell Nicole began to get annoyed real easily. Zakk Lewis then snickers.

ZAKK LEWIS: Does that annoy you, Nicole? Does the truth hurt? Well let's talk about the truth if we're on that subject. I think you have problems. I think you're still trying to live out a fantasy that's never going to happen. You can pretend like you're living in the moment, but the sad thing is you're not. You're living in a world of lies and broken dreams, because you're not capable of becoming what you seek. You have no identity. You think you're the first one to come in here and say you're the child of Satan? Huh? You think you're the most evil person this company has ever seen? You haven't proved to anyone that you deserve to be any higher than in the middle of the show. You'll NEVER make it to the top with your attitude. You can stand there and get annoyed all you want. Go throw a tantrum on twitter later, but just digest what I'm telling you again. You have problems.

Zakk Lewis then lowers the microphone. Nicole looks to the mat with her face turning red due to anger.

ZAKK LEWIS: Are you going to explode? Huh? Is that what you're going to do? Let's be predictable here. You're annoyance level tolerance is finally gonna go through the roof and you're gonna what? Punch me? A predicable move. You don't think I know you would do that? Why? Because I'm a veteran. I know what I'm doing and how to counterattack.

Zakk Lewis then snickers again.

ZAKK LEWIS: I know you're wondering why it seems like I'm trying to help you. Believe me, I'm not. But, I do believe breaking you down enough can get to the point that you can help yourself. But, you know what. I am going to help you right now. Because I hired someone to come out and talk about your mental problems. Someone who can get through your head to bring out the wrestling star out of you instead of this demon princess gimmick that's obviously not working out for you..... Come on out!

Zakk Lewis then looks to the stage as he makes the gesture. Crew members come out with a long chair and a short chair. They then get inside the ring to place it in the middle of the ring as if it were a therapist office. Nicole Starr looks at Zakk with a disturbed look. Then a therapist walks out of the curtain holding his briefcase. He then walks down the ramp, up the steps, and gets into the ring. Zakk Lewis then hands him his microphone. The therapist then sits down at the short chair.

DR. STEWART: Hello, miss. I'm Dr. Stewart. How are you tonight?

Nicole doesn't respond.

DR. STEWART: Fair enough. How about you take a sit?

Nicole makes no move.

DR. STEWART: Um?

Zakk Lewis then walks over, grabs the microphone from the therapist.

ZAKK LEWIS: Lay on the fucking chair. Now.

Zakk then gives the microphone back. Nicole then looks at Zakk with evil eyes. Then produces a devlish smirk.

NICOLE STARR: Fine.... I'll play your little game.

Nicole Starr then walks over to the long chair and lays down.

DR. STEWART: Okay. I've been studying your movements, body language, and overall performance. It would seem to me that you have something that's inside of you that causes you to become more violent than usual. Sometimes these violent acts can cause you to lose focus of what's in your path. Do you concur with this?

NICOLE STARR: ....Suuuuuuuure.

Nicole says that in a sarcastic tone.

DR. STEWART: So... You agree? Is there anything you'd like to talk about.

Nicole then sits up.

NICOLE STARR: Did Zakk here pay you to say that? Are you even a real therapist? Sad, this could of been a funny segment. Congratulations, doc. You have your HKW moment. But I'm going to tell you something. Maybe I'm a little crazy. But do I care?

Nicole then laughs with the most sarcastic tone ever.

NICOLE STARR: No... Why do you think I ride the crazy train?

DR. STEWART: Well, maybe a few trips to the office. We can maybe talk about why you produce the--

Then Nicole stands up and then stares down the shrink.

NICOLE STARR: No. I don't need to talk to a shrink, because of my problems. I don't need diagnosis to tell me I'm insane. I know I am. I don't need someone to tell me that I need help. I don't need help. And I sure as hell don't this wiseguy to hire a shrink for me. So, before I knock you into another world. Get the fuck out of this ring. Now.

Dr. Stewart drops his mouth and looks at Zakk. Zakk then shrugs.

DR. STEWART: But miss. You need he-

Nicole Starr then widens her eyes and gets into his face.

NICOLE STARR: GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!

Dr. Stewart then grabs his briefcase, and immediately gets out of the ring. Nicole Starr then turns around and looks at Zakk.

NICOLE STARR: I don't need your help, Zakk. And if you're just going to come out here and tell me I need passion in my path. Just know, I don't need to obtain that with YOUR help. I can do this on my own.

Zakk then snickers as he walks over and grabs the microphone on the chair.

ZAKK LEWIS: Is that true? You don't need my help? What did I just tell you? I'm not going to help you. Because no one sure as hell helped me. And let me tell you something that Kurt Cobain once said. I rather be hated for who I am, than be loved for what I'm not. I'm not a social media sensation. I don't act like I need to fit in. That's the path you're going on, and it's ruining your career. You want this? Huh? You want to win this one day?

He holds up his briefcase.

ZAKK LEWIS: Because this? WILL NEVER BE IN YOUR FUTURE YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL. You realize the blood and sweat I had to go through to obtain this? I've been in this business since birth. This is my fucking time. You don't do anything around here but bitch and make pet names for all your friends who really don't give a shit about you. So unless you're ready to finally make something out of yourself. Realize that you're nothing but pile of crap ready to be shoveled out. People get fired here every week, Nicole. Even people who have a name. I can assure you. You're on that list to go next.

Zakk Lewis then drops his microphone. His music plays as he gets out of the ring. Nicole Starr and him then have a staredown as he walks up the ramp backwards.

BRIAN MASON: Wow. This is just the beginning of a great feud so far.

RANDY THE PILOT Bruh, how Zakk just gonna come out and say that shit when he was pretty much acting like Nicole last year?

BRIAN MASON: Maybe, secretly, he hopes that she'll see how he did and she'll follow in that footstep?

JERMAINE MARKS: Ayyyyoooooooo she ain't gonna call her daddy Satan and have this nigga possessed by fitty demons though slime!

Scene fades with Zakk on the stage smirking, then shows Nicole still staring him down.

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BRIAN MASON: Well Randy, tonights been full of action tonight!

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit fam, I’m up here lookin’ for my Fritos tryna get these munchie-crunchies in. When we goin’ to a commercial bruh? Shit, where I put them at…??

Randy finds his chili-flavored Fritos and gets a big smile on his face.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeeeeeah, here we go!!

BRIAN MASON: I’m glad you’re getting situated for the rest of the night Randy, sigh. ANYWAY, we have more action coming up folks so stay--

Suddenly someone gets tossed over the guard barricade!! Brian Stryker goes skidding across the announce table pass Randy and Brian!! Brian startled jumps out of his chair and Randy, so focused on opening up his bag of chips flies to the right! Fritos are all OVER the place. He lands hard on the floor below. Page leaps over the barricade and on vaults over the table. He looks on, clearly annoyed at Stryker’s persistence. Randy stands up, and frowns, looking at Page.

RANDY THE PILOT: YO, you gon re-up me on that shit!!!

Page turns around, Randy looks at him, swallows slightly.

RANDY THE PILOT: Know what, naw, you good fam, do yo thang.

Page turns, and suddenly BRIAN STRYKER LEAPS across the announce table AGAIN and begins raining right and left hands! Page covers up, but Stryker keeps on the pressure, landing clubbing blows to the back of Page’s neck as he turtles up. Page shoves Brian away and stumbles away from the announce table. Stryker follows pursuit, grabbing Page by his hair and then tossing him into the barricade!! Page goes back first and shouts in pain! Stryker mounts Page again, raining down right hands to his forehead. Page, however shoves him off again, Stryker scowls slightly and runs at Page again; Which isn’t smart as Page lifts him up and hotshots him across the barricade!!

The fans are whooping it up at this carnage being display! And they love it even more as Page runs and hits a Cactus Jack clothesline over the barricade taking Stryker and Page over!!! Page is raining down shots and keeps it going. Brian rolls over, shifting the momentum and rains down blows of his own. The two stand up and keep hitting whatever they could hit! People move out of the way of their seats as Page and Stryker go flying into a row of chairs!!! Fans are cheering loudly at the mayhem while Page and Stryker stumble through seats, still throwing hands at one another!

BRIAN MASON: Testing, testing, is this still on…?!

RANDY THE PILOT: YO THAT NINJA PAGE FOUL BRUH!

BRIAN MASON: I know tonight between these two has transpired into an all out MELEE, but this is getting out of hand! Where the Hell have security been?!

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t give a FUCK about these ninjas brawlin’ bruh, that dude Page owe me a bag of Fritos!!! That’s my mid-show snack, fam, how he gon do me dirty like that?!

BRIAN MASON: RANDY, now is not the time to be complaining about SNACK FOODS…! Someone has to stop them, they’re in the crowd for Christ sakes, someone could get hurt!

RANDY THE PILOT: BEAT HIS ASS STRYKER! Oh shit Page lookin’ this way--THAT’S MY DAWG PAGE, GET HIS ASS!!

A group of security guards move to protect the fans from the two. Some rush from other sides to try and break up the fight. Someone grabs Page from behind and pulls him off of Stryker. This gives Brian time to stand up in the seats and LEAP on top of Page with a flying Thesz Press!! Page goes down, and Stryker continues his assault! More security flood into the crowd and separate Brian from Page. The others stand Page up and hold him back as-well. Page has a crazy look in his eyes and begins shouting insults at Stryker who is trying to wrestle his way out of guard’s clutches.

BRIAN MASON: FINALLY, some order.

RANDY THE PILOT: YO, SEARCH ONE OF THEM FOR SOME CHANGE!!!

BRIAN MASON: Seriously Randy…!!

RANDY THE PILOT: What…?! I want my compen-muh-sation for my snack, fam!! I don’t care who, the vendin’ machines in this bitch expensive LOWKEY, so somebody gon pay!!! YO, DIG DEEP IN THEM POCKETS, TOO!!!

Security begins shove Page towards the barricade to get them back into the ring area. Brian is being held back as Page keeps shouting at him.

JIMMY PAGE: YOU’RE NOTHING!!!!!! NOTHING!!!!!!

Page spits towards Brian who looks at the group of guards...AND STARTS THROWING HANDS AT THEM! The guards all drop from Stryker’s blows! Brian LEAPS towards Page and over the security guards! Everyone goes tumbling over the barricade and the fans...are...LOVING IT!!!!

BRIAN MASON: NOW they're going after security!! We need somebody to stop this, ANYBODY!!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: You see them drop any change??

BRIAN MASON: Would you stop and pay attention to this?!

The guards scramble to their feet, trying their best to keep them apart. Page begins throwing hands at them now!! Page runs at Brian, tackles him down and begins slamming his head down on the ground below! Each time, Page pauses to shout abuse at him.

JIMMY PAGE: WEAK!! *slam* WEAK!! *slam* WEAK!!!

He fish hooks Brian’s face, who on raw instinct, grabs a hold of his hair, and tugs back. Page groans in pain, letting go of the insides of Brian’s mouth. Stryker gets up, then grabs Page by his hair again. Stryker throws Page into the steel steps, but Page stops short. Brian runs over, but gets a double cross chop to the throat. Brian drops to a knee and Page slowly crawls into the ring, trying to regain whatever he had left in this massive brawl. More security piles in and Page is up and trying to push them away. Brian is up and slides in, looking at Page with a disgusted expression. He runs over, leaps, and fights Page, ON TOP OF THE GUARDS!!!!

BRIAN MASON: There goes Stryker again!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: That ninja Page ain’t lookin’ right…? YEAH STRYKER BEAT THAT ASS HAMIE!!!!

The guards pile on top of Brian and pin him to the ground. He’s STILL trying to get to Page, but the others push Page out of the ring. They hold him, Page is screaming at the top of his lungs, then lets out a manic cackle, spitting and cursing at Brian with malice. Brian manages to get up to a good base and crawled towards the ropes, the camera shows his face with a toothy grin as a security guard’s arm is wrapped around his neck while the others hold him by his arms.

BRIAN STRYKER: WHO’S OLD NEWS?! HUH…?! WHO’S OLD NEWS?!?

“Red Flag” by Billy Talent plays out as fans cheer Brian’s fiery spirit!! Brian shouts for Page to come back! Page gets shoved towards the back area, still wanting to get to the ring and go after him.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yooo, that shit was WILD!!

BRIAN MASON: I have no CLUE what’ll happen!! I know this won’t go unnoticed by management! Well folks...give us a little time to regain CONTROL of this situation, we’ve got more to come!

The camera shows Brian, nodding his head with a grin, pacing the ring while security keeps him in until Page is gone. The camera fades away with Brian, begging Page to get back inside. "Who's old news?" Apparently it wasn't Stryker.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a lethal lottery tag team tournament match scheduled for one fall!

After the opening of "Can't Tell Me Nothing" ends, Bayani Arroyo comes out from behind the curtain. He looks around at the fans, momentarily, before strutting to the ring and not paying any attention to the ones who jeer him. He jumps up onto the ring apron and then slingshots himself over the top rope and into the ring. He bounces up and down in the ring, taking a neutral corner and waiting for the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first...BAYANI ARROYO!

"I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring. Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards his corner and getting ready for his match.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner....JACK WARREN!

BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren and Bayani Arroyo defeated Aurora Master and Eva Castro.

JERMAINE MARKS: They might get a little more competition tonight.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, yeah they will.

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.

Turn around they might be watching
And you never disappoint them
Hide your innocence before they see right through
You mustn't disappoint them

You need the danger just to feel your heart beat
You need to die just to find your identity
You need the knife just to know that you can bleed
You need the pain now just to feel anything


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.

We fall in line
We live the lie
Give up give up and feed the machine
It grows inside
Nowhere to hide
Give up give up and feed the machine
Give up give up and feed the machine


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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent...he is RYAN COREY!

“Born Again Menace" by Roger Robinson 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: From Brooklyn, New York! ZAKK LEWIS!

He makes it up to ring, and walks up the steps. He brushes off, and then gets in. He grabs the top rope and pulls it to get hyped for the match.

BRIAN MASON: Lewis and Corey could go far if the two men can work with one another.

JERMAINE MARKS: Big ass if, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, Lewis got hella ego.

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DING! DING! DING!


Warren is the first to start the match for his team as he yells at Arroyo to exit the ring and stand on the apron. Bayani shakes his head as he does this, while on the other side, Ryan willingly steps out and allows Zakk to start the match, The two men circle the ring before Zakk tries to go for the lockup, only for Jack to catch him with a boot to the gut before he hooks his head and plants him onto the mat with a DDT. Jack then quickly turns him over and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Warren quickly gets to his feet after the kickout and starts stomping away at Lewis, making sure to talk shit as much as possible while stomping him. He then rushed over and hit Ryan Corey with a forearm strike, knocking him down onto the ground as the audience booed. Jack then turned his attention back to Zakk, who slowly got to both feet, before Jack hooked his head behind and dropped him with a bulldog to boos from the audience. Warren turns him over and goes for the cover again!

BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren is certainly fired up tonight, isn’t he?

JERMAINE MARKS: That stupid ass interviewer we got got him fired up.

RANDY THE PILOT: Hell yeah, he did.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Warren quickly gets to his feet and grabs Lewis by the head as well before whipping him into the same corner that Arroyo is standing at. Warren then rushes forward and connects with a dropkick before quickly getting to his feet and waiting for Lewis to stumble out of the corner, allowing Warren to catch him with a spinning discus elbow! Lewis crumples to the mat as Warren goes for the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Jack slowly gets to his feet and waits for Zakk to get to his feet, only for Bayani to tag himself in, getting Jack to turn his attention to the Philippines native as he entered the ring. The two men then begin jawing off with one another, ending with Arroyo saying that Jack should stand at the apron and sit there like he did during Dream On when he lost. Bayani then looked to turn his attention towards Zakk, only for Jack to catch him with a low blow from behind! Jack then hooks Bayani’s head and drops him with Nail on a Coffin! Bayani lies on the mat, laid out, as Warren turns him over, then drags Lewis on top of him before he walks off as the audience boos him.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Bayani went too far with Jack!

JERMAINE MARKS: He just laid him the fuck out! Hell yeah, he did, slime!

RANDY THE PILOT: Well, this shit ain’t last long.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners and moving on to the semifinals...RYAN COREY AND ZAKK LEWIS!

Zakk slowly gets to his feet after the bell has rung, while Ryan gets on the apron and wonders how the match ended so quickly before looking up at the entranceway and seeing Jack Warren taking one of the cameras from the cameramen and smashing them before turning towards the audience and flipping them off before he makes his exit. Corey and Lewis then look at one another and just shrug their shoulders as they take another victory.

WINNERS: Ryan Corey and Zakk Lewis (3:57)
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The camera zooms in and we see Luke Wisia walking in a hurry down the hallway. There’s some backstage employees that were mingling around the halls, but Luke shoves his way through the middle of them and continues his way full steam ahead. He puts both arms around, closing himself in on the walls and starts yelling.

LUKE WISIA: This is the wrong way….

He turns around, thrashing out his arms without a care in the world as he nudges his way back through the backstage employees while they give him a dirty look. The camera then shows Luke walk into the catering area and looking around with narrow eyes. He begins to make his way to another hallway, until he passes a girl carrying a plate of cupcakes. Luke walks past her and throws his hand up, causing the plate and the cupcake to go flying through the catering area. Everyone turns to look while the girl looks like she is nearly in tears.

CUPCAKE GIRL: What did you do that for, asshole!?!?!

He stops for a moment and turns to make a crazy look with his face.

LUKE WISIA: FUCK YOUR CUPCAKES!!

Her mouth begins to gap as a few tears roll down her cheeks and she stomps a foot on the ground.

CUPCAKE GIRL: But those were for Shane Atwater….

Luke begins to laugh hysterically. He then throws up a hand and begins to walk away.

LUKE WISIA: Well, that’s your fuckin’ problem. You’re a fan to the wrong person.

He then turns around and give the girl a nod, talking as if she were about to have his sympathy.

LUKE WISIA: I forgive you though.

The girl looks confused as she begins to pick up the scattered cupcakes, but the camera catches up with Luke and he’s right back at it. He is talking out loud to himself while peeking in rooms, trying to find the right door.

LUKE WISIA: I know she’s around here somewhere. DID SHE THINK THIS WAS JUST GONNA END AFTER OUR MATCH!?!? Nah! This ain’t over with, yet… I know she’s hidin’ around here and she can run, but that bitch can’t hide from me. If Ashley Sullivan wants to get away from me, she is gonna have to do a lot better than that.

He then comes across a room and stops walking, leaning his ear up to the crack. Luke whispers under his breath as he puts a hand on the door handle.

LUKE WISIA: Found the cunt… Can’t hide pussy from me, guuuurrrrlllll. Make you regret the day you were born…

Keeping his voice low, he turned the door handle. The door suddenly flew open and cracks him right in the face, making Luke fall completely backwards. Colton Sterling walks out from behind the door, a scowl on his face.

COLTON STERLING: Since Heath is nowhere to be found, I guess I can take a small amount of frustration out on you, you piece of shit. Get your ass up and take this whooping like a man. Not that you know what being an actual man is.

Luke quickly gets to his feet afterwards, a small nosebleed having begun. He takes a swing at Colt, who quickly blocks it and fires off with a headbutt that sends Luke stumbling backwards. Sterling then takes a step back before shooting his leg up and catching Luke with a bicycle kick that floors Wisia! Sterling then kneels down next to him, a pure look of anger on his face.

COLTON STERLING: I should choke the goddamn life out of you, you dumbass.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Not before I can put my foot up his pansy ass you won’t!

From out of no where come Ashley Sullivan as she jumps to leapfrog over the kneeling Colton to connect with an elbow to Luke’s throat on the way down. With Luke in a fit of coughing, Ashley gets up with a look of bubbling anger on her face.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Hey, Colt! I think he’s choking. What’s that thing called to keep someone from choking? Heimlich maneuver right? You just apply pressure to the stomach with some force? Like this right?

LUKE WISIA: Suck my…---

Ashley kicks Luke repeatedly in the stomach as hard as she can, looking as if she’s quite enjoying exacting her revenge on Luke with a good bit of glee.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You just couldn’t let it go could you? You couldn’t just accept that you’re a whiney little bitch and you best to back off huh? You had to go and try something, even though I reminded everyone that you’re a big baby.

Ashley quickly over to one of the tables nearby with food set up for the vendors to take out to the fans. She comes back after a few seconds with a large bag of popcorn and rips it open to pour it down onto Luke who’s still coughing between cursing her.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Buttered popcorn huh? How’s it taste, bitch?!

Before Luke can get much out in an answer, she puts her foot over his face to force the popcorn into his mouth with the heel of her shoe.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Just think you need a reminder of what popcorn tastes like and give you something to get rid of that choking thing.

Satisfied that Luke won’t be getting up anytime soon with the pair of them around, Ashley wraps her arm around a still visibly seething Colton and leads him away down the hall.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Come on, Colt. Wonder if he’s finally learned his lesson. Swear this one must’ve hit every retard branch on the way down when he fell out of the Banks family tree.

They continue walking without taking a look back to Luke as they move off camera. He rolls around some on his stomach and aims his yelling in their direction. Luke picks up a handful of popcorn off the ground and shoves it into his own mouth, wiping the blood from underneath his nose at the same time.

LUKE WISIA: YEAH, I SAID POPCORN! THIS SHIT TAKES JUST LIKE YOUR PUSSY! SALTY!

But they were already gone, leaving Luke in his own mess. He manages to get up to his knees after some time, cracking his neck after taking the hard hits. After spitting out the popcorn, it doesn’t look like he has anything else to say, and turns a bit red from the humiliation. He stands up and grabs the door by two hands, slamming it shut, and almost breaking it as the screen fades to black.

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As the scene fades back to ringside “Guap” by. Big Sean hits the PA System and the fans begin to boo while some girls in bikinis are seen at the side dancing to the music. Lights flash baby blue and pink as HKW Co-Owner Lyle Risky steps out onto the stage dressed in a orange suit with a black button down shirt underneath as his hair was freshly braided back. He looks around to the crowd who boos him and snarls at them through his orange tinted sunglasses. He shakes his head and then begins to make his way down the ramp and smirks at the sight of the girls in bikinis dancing.

JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck this jack-o-lantern looking ass nigga want?

BRIAN MASON: Your guess is as good as mine, JC.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yo, pumpkin pie would be clutch right now. With some ice cream bruh?

Risky steps into the ring as Whisper hands him a microphone. The music dies down and Risky looks around to the crowd with a sly smile.

LYLE RISKY: Is this the thanks I get for coming out here Miami? Seriously?

The crowd boos him once more.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah that’s fine. No wonder LeBron left you clowns. Bunch of bitch ass mother fuckers bred out here in Miami. Yeah. Yeah that means each and every one of you that dare disrespect the almighty Riskodamous!

The crowd continues to boo him as Lyle begins to point a few of them out.

LYLE RISKY: You! You! You! Definitely you! Fuck every one of you. Bitch made. I mean shit I shouldn’t even be surprised….Had a run in with a bitch made mother fucker last week that just so happen to be bred from this cesspool.

The fans begin to chant Zero’s name as they boo Risky. Lyle looks on in disgust as he hears Zero’s name.

LYLE RISKY: Yeah, that bitch. I been gave this dude too many chances. I done let his dude slide way too many times. I thought I got rid of his ass for good when I had them punk ass biker ass ninjas Reap em...But I shoulda known better than to depend some some half ass ninja like Lance Winters to get the job done when it comes to taking a mother fucker out. This bitch wanna pop back up on the scene like he just came off a deserted island looking like Tom Hanks from Cast Away. And what you fans do huh? Y’all cheered for em. What the fuck is wrong with you people? What is up with you people cheering for bitches? Bitches that ain’t worth a goddamn. First you wanna cheer for Shane Atwater that runs his mouth each and every week with his long winded punk ass bout the same ol’ bull shit each and every week. Tryna convince himself he’s worthy to hold a strap here in Hard Knox when that mother fuck ain’t even worthy enough to wipe his ass with some Charmin tissue paper. Now you wanna cheer for this punk bitch when he came out like he was gonna do something, haha. Only to get his ass beat by some weak ass bikers.

Risky begins to laugh hard.

LYLE RISKY: Bruh all it took was a good ol’ ass beating from RIP to make this bitch go to the store, pick up some maxipads and disappear. Like a black dudes dad that went to the store and never came back…..Til eighteen years later when Uncle Sam ain’t knocking at the door no more. Fuck up outta here Zero. You fuckin’ dead beat. Come back thinkin’ you some hot shit. Lemme remind you and the rest of the poor fucks who soaked they panties when you came back. This ain’t PDW. This ain’t EXODUS Pro. You ain’t SHIIIIITTTT in HKW. And you sure as hell ain’t shit in my eyes.

Lyle leans up against some ropes and chuckles to himself.

LYLE RISKY: You know what’s so funny though, Zero? If I ain’t agree to mentor your boy Gambino into becoming a manager…..He would of NEVER managed you. Meaning you would of never been a the star you became because of him. You would of never been a MonStar. You woulda never became a Heavyweight Champion. You would of never became the very last Bloodshed Champion. You wouldn’t have the endorsement deals. You wouldn’t of had the chance to be No1. with B. You wouldn’t of been able to be a General Manager of this here brand….It’s crazy isn’t it, Zero? You wouldn’t of been SSHHHIIIIIITTTT without me mentoring Beeno….Meaning, you wouldn’t be shit without the likes of ME. I made you who the fuck you are Zero. I made you! You wouldn’t be a goddamn thing without me!

He stands back up straight and paces in the middle of the ring shaking his head.

LYLE RISKY: And you have the nerve. The audacity to come and threaten me? Challenge me to a fight? You have to be fucking kidding me...Boy I’m the hand that fucking feeds you. How dare you challenge me! You say I don’t own you, WRONG BITCH I DO OWN YOU. I own every bit of existence that is you. Shit I even employ your boy Lee...Haha, I feed your whole fucking family mother fuck, I own you. And you want to fight me? You want to fight Riskodamous? You wanna fight the RiskGawd? You wanna fight Manny Riskoberra? YOU WANNA FIGHT RISKO DANGEROUS?!

Risky hangs over the ropes facing the stage.

LYLE RISKY: Well then get your bitch ass down here and fight me then!? GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME ZERO SO I CAN FUCK YOU UP?!

Lyle steps back from the ropes and unbuttons his suit jacket, takes his off and tosses it to the side. He then begins unbuttoning his black shirt revealing his newly muscular physique. He waves for Zero to come out. Minutes go by...Nothing. Lyle sighs and begins to chuckle.

LYLE RISKY: Just what I thought...Too much of a bitch to get out here and fight me face to face. Maybe I should quote that kid from the Vine video. “You lucky I was acting cool that day ninja. Told you I ain’t have time for that. But TODAY I got time cuzz?!”...Bitch ass…

“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers. The crowd absolutely erupts, letting anything from miles away hear them as they go off for the hometown wrestler, Zero McHannon, who is walking out from the backstage area. The crowd begins to chant “Ze-Ro, Ze-RO, Ze-RO” to the music, giving him a more than warm welcome home to Miami. He pauses at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd going crazy for him and walks over on the ramp, yelling out in their direction. Zero was wearing blue jeans and sleeveless shirt that said “No Rest for the Wicked” on it.

JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeeeee. Lookie here.

BRIAN MASON: Zero McHannon is in the building, everyone! And this Miami crowd is fired up to see him back home.

He continues to stand at the top of the ramp, this time making his eye contact towards Risky in the ring. Zero walks over to the pyro booth and ask for an extra microphone, in which they happily supply him with. After returning to his place at the top of the ramp, he waits for them shut off his music, but the crowd wasn’t dying down. Zero gives a shrug at Risky in the ring, as the fans won’t give him a chance to talk. He had a smile on his face as the crowd finally simmers down some, and raises the mic to his lips.

ZERO MCHANNON: You really are delusional, aren’t you? I mean, if telling yourself that you made me who I am today based off the elements you provided Gambino to be a manager, than thank you… I guess? I can tell you one thing, you were in fact a hell of a manager. Wrestler? Hell no. But you hyped the crowd up for every show that Brandon Banks wrestled for, so no one can take that away from you.

He pauses for a moment, but speaks up again before the crowd can cut him off.

ZERO MCHANNON: You know what I think? Well, me and probably just about everyone else… I think that Gambino would’ve made it without you in the picture. When I won my world title, there was no Risko in the building that night. There was me and Gambino. When I won the Bloodshed Championship, I gave the Cyber Championship to Gambino for all his hard work because that wasn’t the prize I chased so long for. Say whatever you like, but you had nothing to do with either of our success. I remember the dream I had when I was kid, and what I have today compared to what I wanted. Along that way, Risky had zero effect on the climb to the top… Just like he didn’t make or break Brandon Banks. Risky was a good cheerleader, always has been, but there’s a reason he’s on the sideline while the adults are handling their business in the ring. You did a real good job pounding on the mat and yelling at Banks when he was in a hell of a match with Weston, but you weren’t the reason that Brandon didn’t say “I QUIT”. You weren’t the damn reason that Brandon walked out of that match as a winner…. And there’s a reason for that Risky.

He tilts his head sideways some, narrowing his eyes, and staring a hole through Risko in the middle of the ring.

ZERO MCHANNON: It’s because you’re the type of guy who gets his ass kicked in the ring, so he wants to babysit and cheer on everyone else while he didn’t get the chance to live out his dream of performing on a stage like this. That’s why you’re always a sour pussy.

The crowd explodes when Zero finishes his sentence. He lowers the microphone and begins to slowly walk down the rampway.

ZERO MCHANNON: Miami might not appreciate you, but they appreciate me. And I think they would appreciate seeing me walk my legs down this ramp, step into that ring, beat the living hell out of you, and make you kiss my ass after I’m done. Add it to all the shit in your mouth already.

The crowd goes nuts once again, and he continues walking.

ZERO MCHANNON: You know what? I think I’m going to give the fans, and everyone else that you’ve pissed on, exactly what they want. You can talk a big game, but it’s time to see if you can back that shit up.

Zero turns around and throws the microphone as far as he can into the crowd as they begin to cheer. He rips off his shirt and hands it over to a fan at ringside, then begins to slowly walk towards the ring. Out from behind the curtains comes several of Tony Capone’s men, Alessio van Duren and Jack Warren followed by Capone out onto the ramp as one of the goons elbow smashes Zero in the back of the head. The group begin to stomp away at the fallen Zero as the fans boo. Risky is seen laughing at the assault. Jack Warren picks Zero up by his neck and looks around at the fans who are booing him and looks towards the barricade along the side of the ramp. He smirks and tosses Zero into the barricade face first causing a loud crash to echo through the area. Alessio is then seen hopping over the barricade, pushing fans to the side while demanding they get the fuck out of his way. He picks up a steel chair and hops back over the barricade. Capone orders his men to stand back as Zero slowly begins to get up to his feet. As he turns towards Alessio...WHACK! McHannon is sent back onto his back after being head shot with the chair. Capone then orders his men to go right back on the assault, drawing some blood from the former PDW superstar as he spits out red.

LYLE RISKY: Get his ass in here?!

Capone looks over to Risky and nods before ordering his men to get him to the ring...But Risko didn’t exactly say how he wanted them to do it. Capone pushes his way past his mean and grabs the back of Zero’s head and begins to charge down the ramp but takes b-line and sprints towards the ring post smashing Zero’s head against the ringpost! Capone looks around to the fans that are booing him with a sinister smile on his face. He chuckles and straightens up his all black attire.

TONY CAPONE: Get em in there, boys.

Alessio and Warren pick McHannon up to this feet and nod at one another and irish whip Zero into the ring apron with his back thudding against the edge. Zero falls to his knees in agonizing pain. The two Defiance stars don’t let him fall flat as they pick him back up and tosses him into the ring at Risky’s feet. Capone and the others enter the ring shortly after. Risky tells them to sit him up as Warren and Alessio do so. Zero at his knees with his arms pulled back in a half nelson position at both ends by both Alessio & Warren hangs his head low. Capone then walks up behind Zero pulling his head up to face Lyle by his hair.

LYLE RISKY: You wanna disrespect me? Huh? YOU WANNA DISRESPECT ME?!

Risky begins to punch McHannon straight in the jaw several times as if he was a boxer punching a body bag.

LYLE RISKY: You wanna fuck with me?

Lyle backhands Zero and laughs.

LYLE RISKY: You know who the fuck I am? Huh?! Do you know who the fuck I am?! I’m Risko-Fuckin-Damous!? Can’t nobody fuck with me?!

Risky goes right back to punching Zero with all he’s got making Zero even more bloodied and battered as if he wasn’t already. Lyle steps back a bit out of breath as he lifts the microphone up to his lips.

LYLE RISKY: Now….Kiss my fucking snake skins bitch. KISS THEM.

They hold Zero up as he raises an eyebrow as Risky and coughs some. He slowly starts to shake his head at the HKW owner, closing his eyes and refusing to give him the satisfaction. You can tell that Zero is in some pain as he speaks up.

ZERO MCHANNON: Never... You’d have to kill me… I don’t break for you or anyone.

Out of nowhere, Zero cocks his head back spits a wad of blood at Risky’s shoes as the fans begin to cheer for their hometown star, but they quickly made the arena silent as a ghost. Lyle looks down at the blood dripping from his shoes in disgust. He looks over to one of Capone’s goons holding the steel chair and snatches it from him. He throws it down on the mat and orders Alessio & Warren to toss Zero to him. They stand Zero up and toss him in between Lyle’s legs. Lyle looks around at the crowd who boos him and snarls as he then proceeds to hit….TWEEERRRVE DRIVING ZERO’S HEAD INTO THE CHAIR!? The fans look stunned to see Lyle hit his finisher or a wrestling maneuver for that matter after not being in the ring full time since departing from the independent circuit. Lyle stands back up to his feet and looks down at the unconscious Zero McHannon. He picks back up his microphone.

LYLE RISKY: And that’s what the fuck happens when you fuck with Risko fuckin’ Dangerous mother fucker. RED! LONNY GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND GET THIS SON OF A BITCH OUT OF MY RING!

The Head of Security and his team come down the ramp. Alessio picks up the unconscious body of McHannon and tosses him out of the ring towards RED. The security guards begin help Zero up to his feet and assist him up the ramp.

LYLE RISKY: When that mother fucker wakes up...TELL HIS ASS HE’S BANNED FROM EACH AND EVERY HARD KNOX WRESTLING EVENT. Fuck up outta here?!

The fans erupt in boos as RED and Zero disappear in the back. Risky looks around to the fans in disgust.

LYLE RISKY: And that ladies and gentlemen………

He examines the faces in the crowd for a moment before flashing a smirk.

LYLE RISKY: ….Was a Risky Production.

The fans go dead silent as they watched on. They couldn’t believe what they just seen happen, compared to what they expected.

JERMAINE MARKS: What fuck just happened?

BRIAN MASON: Miami had to watch Zero McHannon get dismantled… that’s what happened.

RANDY THE PILOT: Every fan in here gonna have their face on a meme by tomorrow. Look at ‘em.

“Guap” by. Big Sean hits once more after Risky drops the microphone and leads his guys up the ramp while the fans boo him. The scene then begins to fade away.

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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 who boo. Instead of climbing into the ring she makes her way around to sit in a chair beside the other commenters.

RANDY THE PILOT: We’re joined by MJ Bell.

JERMAINE MARKS: Lookin’ forward to this match up MJ?

MJ BELL: Perhaps. Suppose we’ll see at the end.

When the music hits, Bo McCleary (accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary who has a cooler in hand) just 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: The following match is an Extreme Rules match for the Bloodlust Championship! 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 the match to begin.

WHISPER VIPERI: And now introducing his opponent, residing from Miami, Florida.. the Bloodlust Champion, NINA STOKES!

"Funeral Singer" by Norma Jean begins to play. Nina walks out from the behind the curtains with her back facing the crowd. She adjusts her leather ring jacket slightly. As the chorus kicks in, Nina spins around and faces the crowd. She spreads arms open as the crowd reacts. Nina slowly walks down the entrance way, slapping hands with a few of the fans. Upon reaching the ring, Nina gets on the ring apron and wipes her boots before jumping inside. She heads over to the nearest corner and climbs to the second rope. Once again she spreads her arms. Nina hops off the turnbuckle and takes off her jacket.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeaaaa boy, here we go. Bloodlust Championship match.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think Nina knows what she is about to get into tonight. Bo McCleary will walk into that ring and wreck her at her own rules that she supposed to be use to. My prediction, Bo.

BRIAN MASON: If anyone is matched to this kind of match, Bo is certainly a good contender for it. Nina is going to half to think a little outside the box in this one. Those suplex she might get off on some of the other talent isn’t going to work against Bo McCleary.

MJ BELL: Ha. Doesn’t work on most people… Brian, by what you said Nina is going to have a very difficult time...

The referee begins to explain the rules of the match to both competitors, but they don’t seem to be listening. He makes both opponents step back into their respectful corners before looking over at the table and signaling for the bell to start the match. Billy Joe is ignoring the entire thing as he starts to reach underneath the ring for weapons that Bo can use in the match. The crowd is stirring at him, but it’s mixed between hatred and excitement for the match ahead.

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Ding Ding Ding!

Stokes and McCleary begin to circle each other after the sound of the bell, Bo trying to get close enough for a wrap up, but Nina is keeping her distance from the man who is more than a hundred pounds heavier. He reaches out for the grapple, but Nina side steps away from it and makes lightly steps to the other side of the ring. Bo is yelling at her and telling her to fight ‘like a man’, but Nina only gives him a smile in return. Bo goes for the aggressive grapple again, but Nina ducks under his arm and is already standing on the other side of the ring with her hands still up and ready.

Bo starts to corner her in near the turnbuckle and this time when Nina tries to weasel away, Bo manages to get a hand around her arm before she can escape from the corner. He throws Nina’s back against the corner ropes and begins to deliver shoulder blows to her gut, stepping back as she falls down to both knees. Bo then runs forward and extends his foot, lacing Nina in the face with a running boot and sending her through the middle ropes and to the outside! The crowd is booing McCleary as he steps through the ropes and takes a look around the arena, while Nina is slowly climbing back to her feet. She does manage to get to her feet, but she doesn’t get turned around as Bo is staying aggressive and delivering a reverse DDT from the apron, planting Nina’s head right into the barrier in front of the fans.

The fans are reaching over the barrier and yelling at Bo, but he ignores them as he turns around to Billy Joe who has already gathered a collection of weapons at ringside from under the ring. He begins to slap a table that he already had set up at ringside, but Bo has something else in mind, picking up lights that are used to hang above the ring. He is observing the light lamp with satisfaction and turns around to find his opponent, but she strikes out with a running knee, springboarding herself off the barrier and landing a flying knee right to the jaw of Bo McCleary!

This time Nina picks up the lights that Bo was going to use on her and waits for him to stand back up. She throws her body forward, trying to hit Bo with the lights as he stand, but he moves out of the way and throws Nina’s head off the steel post. She catches herself on the barrier to avoid the fall, but turns around to early and Bo smashes her in the face with the light as the front glass on cracks loudly throughout the arena. He picks up Nina and rolls her under the bottom rope, into the ring, and lifts a leg for the cover!


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TWO!







NOOOOO!


Nina manages to throw a shoulder off the mat to break the pin. Bo throws her head first back down on the mat after she breaks the pin, standing up and ignoring the referee waving two fingers in his face like he didn’t care if she broke the pin or not.

JERMAINE MARKS: I’m gonna want in on this Bo McCleary bet. He is lookin’ great in this match right now.

MJ BELL: That’s because Nina is weak.

BRIAN MASON: Nina was trying to keep her space from her early in the match, but it’s hard to get things rolling when the bigger man is coming at you like a bull seeing red. Wouldn’t you agree MJ?

MJ BELL: No.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, don’t give any credits do you? Nina is gonna have to get something rollin’, or that title of hers ain’t gonna be there at the end of the night. Glad to see Billy Joe bein’ the weapon supplier in this match though.


Bo was yelling for some weapons inside the ring and Billy Joe was happy to give him what he wanted. Billy Joe throws in a few chairs to start with, then he throws in a pair of speakers, and slides some barbed wire in under the bottom rope. He then goes back to slapping the table, insisting that it gets used. Bo directs him to move the table closer and Billy Joe does, as the other McCleary is now helping Nina back up to her feet from the headshot. He leads her over to the area where the table is and throws her up into a stalling vertical suplex, holding her straight up in the air for several moments.

It starts to become a bit shaky though as Nina manages to tip the scales, landing on her feet and putting Bo down with a swinging reverse neckbreaker. Nina gathers herself in the middle of the ring as Bo is trying to shake the barbed wires caught on his boot. Bo stands up and Nina runs forward with a headbutt! He hits Bo in the ridge of his nose and makes him fall back into the ropes, but he doesn’t go over them and hangs on. She sees that Bo doesn’t go over the ropes, grabs the top rope, and begins to strike Bo in the chest with several rapid kicks. Nina then picks up one of the chairs in the ring and starts to slap Bo as hard as she can in his chest. It still isn’t enough to send her opponent to the outside though, as she whips herself into the opposite ropes. She jumps onto the turnbuckle and dives forward while Bo’s head was leaning over the top rope, and delivers a strong hurricanrana that throws Bo clearly over the top and through the table below.

RANDY THE PILOT: What a move, bruh. I didn’t know if she was gonna get Bo out of the ring, much less through that table.

MJ BELL: Ha… Anyone can put someone through a table, Randy.

Billy Joe grabs his head in despair as Nina slaps the mat while she gets back to her feet and tries to stand Bo back to his feet. She manages to barely get him up and rolls him under the bottom rope. She picks up the chair she used earlier and begins to climb the corner turnbuckle as the fans begin to pop. She leaps off with the chair underneath her nails a leg drop from the top ropes! It blasts Bo in the face and Nina throws an arm over him for the pin!


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TWO!






T-BREAK!



Bo throws Nina off him as she goes rolling across the mat. She is already using the ropes to help stand herself up as the crowd begins to get behind her. Bo seems more shocked than anything else, rolling to his side and looking around the arena, trying to regain his composure.

JERMAINE MARKS: That’s what Nina needs to do. She got her strengths and weaknesses all fucked up. She needs to improvise.

MJ BELL: She needs to improve which is a bit impossible for her. She doesn’t have her fan club here.

BRIAN MASON: Well, MJ, I have have faith in her. She’s starting to adapt to the match and figure out how to put down Bo McCleary.

Nina reaches over and picks up one of the chair that was straggling alone in the ring. She taps it on the mat as the crowd begins to clap to the beat of it, all while Bo is using the corner to get back to his feet. When he stands, Nina runs forward and goes to swing the chair, but Bo jumps up at the last second and plants the chair with a dropkick, making Nina crumble under the impact.

Bo doesn’t go for the pin though, instead he reaches over and picks up one of the speakers that are used for in ring announcements. He is holding it with both hands and swings when Nina finally finds herself standing, but she dives under and it misses! Bo regains himself and turns around, taking another wild swing, but Nina gets out of the way of that one as well, but it’s the third swing that she couldn’t dodge as the speakers hit her square in the gut. While she is hunched over, Bo runs forward and drops the speakers, and then throws Nina awkwardly down on the speakers with a brainbuster. He reaches over and tries to pin her on top of the speaker!


ONE!






TWO





TH-KICKOUT!


Nina uses the leverage in her legs to throw her weight forward just enough to get Bo out of position enough to break the pin.

BRIAN MASON: Nina showing some heart right now after the brutal brainbuster on that audio speaker. Oh… this isn’t over!

Bo was kicking at the ropes out of anger, then goes back to Nina and picks her up, back dropping her onto the speaker once again. Nina grabs her back and begins to roll around the mat in pain. Bo is still throwing a hit, but when he gets close, Nina blast him in the face with a steel chair and rolls him up for the pin before he can fall to the mat! The referee was even a little surprised at how quickly things changed around, make a slow approach to the mat for the count!


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TWO!







THR-NOOOOO!


Billy Joe reaches in under the bottom rope and pulls Nina off Bo by her ankle. She turns around glaring at him while he walks to the other side of the ring like he didn’t do anything. Both Bo and Nina are now catching a quick breather, both looking like they’re having trouble getting back up to their feet.

JERMAINE MARKS: Nina tryna be sly right there and it almost worked if it wouldn’t have been for Billy Joe.

RANDY THE PILOT: She ain’t gonna have a chance unless she can find a way to get Billy Joe outta here.

MJ BELL: With how great she thinks she is, why can’t she handle both of them?

Both competitors climb to their feet at the same time. Nina starts looking around for a weapon, but the battered chair and speaker are too from from arms reach. Bo is keeping the pressure on her, but she ducks under the clothesline. She goes for a running double knee, but Bo goes down on his stomach just in time for Nina to hit the turnbuckle. She takes a few steps backwards and Bo executes a backbreaker. He dives down and puts Nina in a sleeper hold while she is stuck dead in the middle of the ring. The fans begin to boo as Nina is reaching out, but has no savior for her.

Billy Joe is slapping his hands on the mat while Bo locks in the sleep hold tighter around Nina’s neck. While Billy Joe is distracted with cheering Bo on, the crowd begins to pop, but he doesn’t recognize what for. Out of nowhere, it’s Felicity Banks who attacks Billy Joe from behind, throwing punches and elbows as hard as she can. Billy Joe finally gets turned around and pushes Felicity up against the barrier back first, but Felicity brings Billy Joe head first into the barrier with her.

BRIAN MASON: Felicity Banks! She has showed up for one reason and one reason only it seems, and that’s for Billy Joe!

MJ BELL: Look at that…

BRIAN MASON: Does nothing impress you?

MJ BELL: Not recently, Brian.

Back in the ring, Bo gets a bit distracted from Fel attacking Billy Joe, but he doesn’t release the hold as Nina begins to look like she is fading away in the middle of the ring. Nina reaches up and forces herself to her knees and then up to her feet, but the hold is still locked in tight. She pushes backwards, but Bo refuses to budge, then she reaches up and to Bo’s surprise, snaps down with a neckbreaker.

Outside of the ring, Felicity runs forward with a strong shoulder on Billy Joe, sending him rolling over the top of the barrier and into the crowd. The fans clear them some space and Billy Joe tries to stand up, but Felicity launches herself off and puts him back down with a diving DDT! The crowd begins going wild, having a hard time watching both the attack and the match at the same time.

BRIAN MASON: This is chaos!

The focus turns back to the ring where Nina is now the one who has her leg trapped up in the barbed wire that was dragged out from underneath the ring earlier. She sees Bo starting to regain himself and climbing back to his feet, but Nina can’t manage to shake off the barbed wire as she tries her hardest to get it off her leg.

In the crowd, Billy Joe and Felicity are still battling it out through the crowd, almost completely out of vision from the ring. You can see them exchanging blows on the side of the arena, before Billy Joe spears Felicity out of frame through the curtain leading to the backstage area.

Bo McCleary is back to his feet and slowly turns around, but Nina has improvised and throws her momentum forward, landing the Death By Harley I with the barbed wire wrapped around her foot! You see Bo spit blood into the air as he head snapped back from the shot, and Nina dives down for the cover, wrapped in barbed wire without caring.



ONE!








TWO!











THREEEEEEEEEEEE!


WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall and STILL your Bloodlust Champion, NINNNNNAAA STOKESSSSSS!

The referee holds up Nina’s hand, but she is too tired to stand after the grueling match and falls to her knees, looking around for sign of Felicity or Billy Joe. They were completely out of sight as they continued their fight backstage. They hand her the Bloodlust Championship, but she doesn’t stand up as she raises the title above her head.

RANDY THE PILOT: Wow, what a match. She adjusted the match to the way she wanted it, and look what happened. And it looks like Fel ain’t taken none of Billy Joe’s bullshit. She came out like a panther at that dude.

BRIAN MASON: I told you to have some faith in Nina to pull this one out. She should be thanking Fel right now that she drawed Billy Joe away from the ring, but I don’t think that’s what Felicity was looking to do. She has her own bone to pick with that McCleary.

JERMAINE MARKS: Bo’s a big guy, but that barbed wire kick would take down any man.

WINNER: NINA STOKES (19:28)

Inside the ring, Nina is still slumped down holding onto that title into the air, while MJ Bell climbs into the ring causing the crowd to stir. Bell tilts her head to the side to examine the exhausted woman. Nina fails to notice anything unusual until MJ snatches the Bloodlust title from its champion! The crowd boos loudly, Nina glares up at her ‘friend’ and MJ says something that seems to confuse Nina. Bell smiles holding out her hand to Stokes who is hesitant to take it.

JERMAINE MARKS: They makin’ up?

BRIAN MASON: Looks that way… I wouldn’t trust MJ though. Something not right about that girl.

MJ simply nods her ‘friend’ and Nina slowly extends her hand up only to have the title smashed into her face. Bell’s smile fades into a menacing glower and she slams the title repeatedly into Nina’s face until she is flat against the mat. MJ yells at the fallen woman still holding the title. Bell kneels down cradling the title in her arms before staring over at Nina who has blood running down her forehead. The crowd continues to boo loudly, they begin chanting “MJ’S WEAK” and this causes MJ to scream back at them.

In rage, MJ begins hitting Nina with the title again before flipping the title over and grinding the plate against Nina’s face. Stokes seems incapacitated but her body twitches from the pain from the assault. There is a pause where MJ doesn’t move, just holding the title against Nina’s face before she lifts it away to cradle to once more. “You did this! You did this!” She shouts loudly draping the title over her shoulder. Bell begins moving Nina’s limbs around, placing her legs together, resting each arm over her chest and placing her hands over one another. MJ sets the title over her arms making Nina look like she is inside a coffin.

Bell slides two fingers down Nina’s forehead smearing some of the blood before she finally climbs out of the ring to leave. “Rain of Brass Petals” Three voice edit plays with the crowd still booing. MJ trudges up the ramp looking down at the blood on her hand…

RANDY THE PILOT: A message has been sent to our Bloodlust champ…

JERMAINE MARKS: Maaaan! The only message to get is all the girls here are crazy as fuck!

The camera zooms in on MJ at the top of the ramp, but she doesn't stop walking. You can see blood drip of her hands as she reaches the back and the scene fades away.
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