| [b]DEFIANCE XXXIV[/b]; Emanating From Fort Lauderdale Beach in Fort Lauderdale, Florida | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jun 6 2015, 08:44 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Fort Lauderdale Beach in Fort Lauderdale, Florida The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XXXIV poster! ![]() ![]() The scene fades under the security tent as the Head of Security RED stands before his security team for the night. Tony Bravo stumbles in with a stack of photos in his hand. RED looks over to him and nods before Bravo begins to hand them out. TONY BRAVO: Huurrrrmmmmm. RED: ALRIGHT FELLAS. I'VE BEEN UNDER STRICT ORDERS FROM THE HOMIE RISKO THAT THIS GUY HERE... RED holds up a photo of Zero McHannon. RED: ...IS BANNED FROM ANY AND EVERY HARD KNOX WRESTLING EVENTS. SO IF YOU SEE THIS GUY TRY AND GET IN. DON'T LET HIM IN. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, DON'T YOU DARE LET HIM IN IS THAT UNDERSTOOD? The men nod their heads and one raises his hand. SECURITY GUARD: Sir, can we get his autograph at least? RED: WHAT? MAN NAH JUST GO OUT THERE AND DO YOUR DAMN JOB. THIS MEETING IS OVER. The security team walks out heading to their post as the scene fades away. ![]() The scene fades into the RIP tented up area. But in the distance you can hear laughing coming from the opposite direction. The cameraman and his curiosity goes toward the noise to discover Leifi alongside his uncle Loluki, and his younger twin brothers Metu and Fetu having what they call a “Maivia meeting” closer off toward the shore and was quickly spotted and waved off. The cameraman then slowly walked away and found a production crate to hide behind and continue to capture the meeting. LOLUKI MAIVIA: Alright boys all jokes aside. We need to discuss business. Metu, Fetu, you guys have been blazin’ the indy scene and making a name for yourselves at the 3K facility. METU MAIVIA: Uh duh unc! We the best damn tag team since…. Fetu quickly cuts in. FETU MAIVIA: Since, Michael Jackson and the moonwalk… Best dam tag team since cookies and milk! Best da-.... Before Fetu could continue Metu had covered his mouth and looked toward the floor shaking his head in disappointment. Loluki’s face was a bit quizzical lifting his signature eyebrow as Leifi stood there looking off into the distance covering his own mouth trying not to chuckle. METU MAIVIA: Uce…. Did you just compare us to cookies and milk? Never again… anyways as you was sayin’ unc? Metu then finally lowers his hand from his twins mouth. Fetu scratches his head and clears his throat. LOLUKI MAIVIA: Uhh yeah…. Which brings me to tonight… We’re all here rented out a skybox for the family to support you Leifi. Took time off the movies and shows to support you. We all know how tough it is out here when you lose momentum. But I want you to know, your boys over there in RIP still have faith in you. But us, your family, your aiga! We believe in you boy. Don’t worry about dishonoring our name, just worry about getting back on track and silencing those doubters. Tonight, should be the start of your dominance. Get hyped damn man am I talking to a wall? LEIFI MAIVIA: I am hype unc, believe that. But you know my style, silent rage… I appreciate these words, I really do but I… At that moment another islander walks up, this time it’s a woman. She walks up to the group and squeezes between the twins. LEILANI MAIVIA: Unc! Can you guys like hurry this up? The other girls have been waiting for their food and we’re all getting kind of impatient… No rush just saying… Good luck tonight cuz! Just as quick as she came she had left. The twins and Loluki all watched her leave and looked back at eachother. The twins both patted Leifi on his shoulder as they headed off to catch up with Leilani. Loluki nods and grabs Leifi by the back of his neck and brings him in for a solid hug. As the two exchange loud pats on the the back Loluki nods again before heading off to find the family. Leifi's sweeps his hair out his face before smirking. LEIFI MAIVIA: Oute alofa i lo'u aiga He then heads to the RIP tented area before getting flanked by the nosey cameraman who trips out of cover from the production crate. The camera hits the ground showing Leifi’s boot, before scrambling back up to his face. Leifi looks down to his boots and back up to the camera. LEIFI MAIVIA: So you were listening in to the family? Man you treading on dangerous territory. But let me guess? You want a word about my match tonight right? The camera shakes up and down signaling yes. . LEIFI MAIVIA: Right… Tonight, I go against two cuties; Nero and Nicole, and this Heath guy. Fatal four way… Only thing fatal about tonight will be these four knuckles going up side the three of their skulls. Leifi raises his heavily taped hand. LEIFI MAIVIA: Believe that! Tonight will be tough, I already know that. But my whole life things have been tough. So it’s nothing new to me. My opponents all better be ready, because I’m crazier than Nicole’s crazy train… I’m faster than Nero’s AK-47, and I’m much more deadly than Heath’s harpoon. Leifi lowered his fist and shook his head fast, psyching himself up. Water from his hair splashes onto the lense. . LEIFI MAIVIA: Oh, I know you heard what my uncle said. Worry about silencing the doubters…. I know where I'm going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want. My only fault is that I don't realize how great I really am. It’s my time and the tides shift tonight. . . Rivers, ponds, lakes and streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths. Truth is Leifi is about to be awakened… Welcome to Malosi’s revenge… Leifi takes a deep breath and takes a step back looking intensely into the camera. he beings to turn away but stops dead in his tracks. He looks back to the camera and quickly reaches out to grab it from the cameraman. At that instant you see the cameraman get tossed over the nearby production crate! LEIFI MAIVIA: Next time, don’t be nosey. Leifi then lets out a loud grunt as he tosses the camera. The camera begins spinning out of control capturing footage of the sand and water passing by quickly, but is quickly stopped with a loud splash from the camera getting tossed into the water. The goes straight to static then fades to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a fatal four way match scheduled for one fall. "Crazy Train" By Ozzy Osbourne hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Starr. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first...NICOLE STARR! Leifi comes from the crowd and hops over the barricade, walks in front of the announcers table and looks out toward the fans before leaping onto the apron and entering the ring. Then stands in the center of the ring and raises a single fist in the air with a face of stone until his theme fades. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent...LEIFI MAIVIA! 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent....NERO DARLING! “A Cut Above” by Avery Watts surrounds the arena as Heath Harper walks out with a confident swagger about him. Although the crowd are booing and throwing abuse at him, he still keeps his confident swagger about him as he makes his way down the ramp. All he was focused on right now was the ring as once he gets there he stops and holds his arms out wide. Heath is showered with yet more and more abuse and boos, as he stays focused on the ring with a smirk upon his face. Then without warning, he leaps up onto the outside of the ring and then leaps into the ring over the top rope. Harper makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle and lays on the top of it twirling his mustache as his music fades out. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent....HEATH HARPER! BRIAN MASON: All four competitors could really benefit from a win here. JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, but a loss about to hurt the hell out of three of these motherfuckers. RANDY THE PILOT: Think Based God Nero about to pick up the W. ![]() DING! DING! DING! Once the bell rings, all four competitors slowly circle the ring, looking to see where they can find an opening so as to take advantage. Eventually, Leifi charges towards Nero, who quickly drops down and pulls on the ropes, sending Leifi over the ropes and out of the ring. Heath then races towards Nero, but is quickly grabbed from behind by Nicole Starr, who attempts to roll him up! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Heath quickly kicks out and both he and Nicole scramble to their feet. He charges forward first and attempts an MMA elbow, but Nicole ducks it, allowing Heath to get caught with a running dropkick from Nero! Heath quickly rolls out of the ring as Leifi gets back on the apron, only to get met with a dropkick from Nicole that sends him falling to the ground again. Nero and Nicole then face off against one another before Nero moves forward and attempts another dropkick, only for Nicole to move out of the way at the last second. Nicole then waits for Nero to get to her feet before catching her with a spin kick that floors her! Nicole then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Nicole taking early control in the match! JERMAINE MARKS: She looking good at the moment. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but let’s see if she can pick up the W. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole then quickly gets to her feet afterwards and grabs Nero by the head before irish whipping her towards the nearest corner. Nicole then charges forward and catches Nero with a front dropkick that knocks the wind out of Nero and sends her falling face first into the mat. Nicole then tries to go for another cover, but Leifi reaches in and pulls on Nicole’s leg, yanking her out of the ring. He grabs Nicole and tosses her into the steel steps, before grabbing her again and tossing her into the barricade! Leifi then rolls into the ring and quickly grabs Nero before getting her up to both feet, then attempting to powerslam her, only for Nero to slip behind him and attempt to roll him up! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nero and Leifi both scramble to their feet afterwards, but Nero quickly leaps up and wraps her legs around Leifi’s head before sending him flying with a hurricanrana! Leifi then begins to sort of scramble to his feet before he starts to look around and see where Nero is. But Nero has already leaped on the ropes to the left on Leifi before springboard off and catching him with a forearm strike that actually stuns the big guy, but does not knock him down! Nero then quickly gets to her feet and charges forward before catching Leifi with an enzuigiri that sends him falling onto the middle rope! Nero then races forward and catches Leifi with a tiger feint kick that sends him stumbling back and falling near the center of the ring on his back. Nero then quickly hops on the top rope before leaping off and connecting with a springboard 450. She then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Superhappy Shiny Rainbow Time! Leifi could be out of it right now! JERMAINE MARKS: He out of it, breh. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn straight! BASED GOD NERO! RICH HOMIE NERO! “FUCKED YO BITCH” NERO! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN UP BY HEATH HARPER! Heath quickly races in and catches Nero in the back of the head with a boot before he grabs her and gets her off of Leifi. He then quickly hits a snap suplex that has her writhing around the mat in pain before she slowly rolls out of the ring, letting Heath focus on Leifi. He slowly waits for Leifi to get to his feet before catching him with a kick to the the gut and attempting to irish whip him. This doesn’t work as Leifi has a lot more strength on his side than Heath, so he instead yanks Heath forward and decapitates him (figuratively) with a lariat! Leifi then drops down and goes for the cover as the audience cheers him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Harper just kicks out as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three, Leifi wiping the sweat from his face after the nearfall. Nicole Starr gingerly slides back into the ring and cautiously gets behind Leifi Maivia. Once he gets to his feet, Nicole jumps up and hits Maivia with a back cracker! She watches Maivia’s body hit the mat, but Harper comes out of nowhere with a running calf kick to Starr! Harper bounces up this feet and throws his arms up in the air, proud of what he’s done, but his celebrating is cut short by Nero Darling who dives off the top turnbuckle and connects with a reverse elbow to Harper’s chin! BRIAN MASON: Air Nero! JERMAINE MARKS: Shits been chaos so far, fam. Anyone can win this match. Nero gets back to her feet and looks around the ring, noticing that Harper and Starr were down, but Leifi Maivia was making it back to his feet. Nero watches Leifi pull himself up this feet and then charges forward, looking for a headscissor takedown, but Maivia keeps Nero’s momentum going and slams her to the mat with a big tilt a whirl side slam! Nero is down and Leifi pops up to his feet, letting out a monstrous roar, but Nicole Starr bounces off the ropes and comes back at Maivia, spinning her body around until she locks in the “Crazy Train” octopus hold! RANDY THE PILOT: Crazy Train! Nicole’s about to make Leifi tap out! Leifi falls to his knee, but Heath Harper comes out of nowhere and boots Nicole in the face, off of Maivia, and out of the ring! Harper grabs a hold of Leifi’s head and throws him over the top rope and out of the ring, causing him to land directly on top of Nicole! Harper points and laughs at his two opponents outside of the ring, but Nero sneaks up behind him and hits him with a dropkick! Harper bounces back off the ropes and rebounds forward. Nero hits Harper with a knife edge chop to the chest and bounces off the ropes, but Harper chases after her and connects with a running superman punch! Harper peaks over his shoulder and sees Starr and Maivia still down and sets his vision on Darling. Nero gets on her hands and knees, allowing Heath to charge forward and hit her square in the temple with the “Harpooned” punt kick! Harper spins Nero on her back and makes the cover… ONE! Leifi and Starr both make it up to their feet and look inside the ring. TWO! Starr tries to slide in the ring to break the count, but Leifi pulls her back and sends her spine first into protective barricade on the outside! THREE!!! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… HEAAAAAAATH HARPER! “A Cut Above” blares through the speakers on the beach, Harper immediately exiting the ring and running right to Tank. He has Tank raise his arm high in the air after his hard fought victory over three capable opponents. BRIAN MASON: Say what you want about Harper, but the guy can get it done. JERMAINE MARKS: This my nigga, fam. Ol’ Stash McDash just whooped some ass. RANDY THE PILOT: Ol’ Stash McDash? JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, nigga. That’s his new nickname. Harper continues celebrating his victory, pushing Tank out of the way to get the spotlight all on him. Cameras cut to the back and show Colton Sterling watching the Harper celebration with a disgusted look on his face as Defiance goes to an advertisement. WINNER VIA PINFALL - HEATH HARPER ![]() The scene opens with a look at the back of a young woman, her head mostly obscured from view as she is hanging halfway through half opened doorway to poke her head in. All that leads to her identity is her rather thin form and the brown hair that can be seen running down the back of her head as the camera turns to directly behind her. UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN: I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll get us some water and… well get YOU some water and me with some kind of taste to it. You’re the one wrestling tonight while I just have to stand back and make sure pissy pants doesn’t try anything. Maybe I’ll track down Fel after and see if she has any plans after the show. I slight kissing sound can be heard as the top of a man’s head is barely visible with hers before it disappears. The door closes shut as she leans back out of the way and turns around to show that it is Ashley Sullivan with something of a wry smile on her face. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Man gets dehydrated so damn easy. Ashley hurries down the hallway towards the catering area where she picks up a couple bottles of water as well as a pair of bottles full of what looks to be juice. She starts to head the way she came back towards Colton’s dressing area but looks to have another idea and goes with the bottles onward in the same direction she was heading away from the room. Ashley continues on, but out of nowhere there is a loud WHAP! Luke Wisia is standing over top of her after cracking her in the back of the head with a metal medical crutch. The plastic bottles she was just carrying seconds ago roll away from Ashley in all directions as she lays huddled on the floor. She is still stirring though, reaching back to her head as Luke reaches back and smacks Ashley right in the back of the head again, before leaning the crutch against a nearby wall. Luke reaches down and picks up Ashley, throwing her over his shoulder and walking away out of frame. LUKE WISIA: C’mon, Ashley. We’re gonna go on a little field trip. This time where Colton can’t save you… You wanna know all about me? I’ll teach you a little somethin’ about Luke Wisia then… We hear Luke lay down Ashley in the hallway before turning back around and staring dead into the camera while the cameraman takes a few step backwards before bumping into the wall behind him. There’s a twisted smile on Luke’s face as he slowly paces forward. LUKE WISIA: Oh no no no… Did you think I forgot about you? You know the damn drill. Luke reaches out and snatches the camera out of the man’s hands as we can hear his footsteps make an escape down the hallway. He turns the camera around to himself and whispers. LUKE WISIA: Ya’ll think shit is funny, huh? It’s my turn to laugh now.... The camera is nothing but a blur as it’s raised above Luke’s head and smashed against the wall in front of him. The screen cuts away to a static, then black, before hitting a technical difficulty image. After a few seconds, the scene shifts on. ![]() “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. "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. WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one fall introducing first from Milan, Italy weighing in at 229 pounds….Alessssssssssssssssssio VAN DURENNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! As the Tron begins to show eerie yet beautiful images of space as the song builds, there are flashes of Leander Apollo hitting various moves and applying holds on his opponents as it does so while the piano and jazzy tone begins as “The Wings of A Boy That Killed Adolescence” by Kow Otani blasts over the PA system, the footage changing constantly and quickly before a red comet flies through space and gradually, smoke begins to shoot out and cover the entrance ramp area. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent……. Leander Apollo slowly steps forth through the smoke the cameras get a good shot of him doing so. Focused and stone-faced, Leander looks at the flames before slowly stepping through the fire decorated in his full wrestling gear and shoulder pads with the massive cape behind it fully intact. Apollo walks down the ramp, eyes on the ring before climbing up the stairs and entering through the middle rope. He takes a moment to stare at the crowds, absorbing the roar of the crowd and posing to them by lifting his arms in the air, fists clenched while yelling out, hyping himself up before removing the coat and shoulder pads, letting them fall to the mat with a thud before going over to the ropes, stretching, focused on the task ahead. WHISPER VIPERI: From Columbus, Ohio…..weighing in at 225 pounds….THE GOLDEN COMET…..LEANDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR APOLLO!!! ![]() DING! DING! Following the traditional bell sound off Leander and Alessio warmed up. van Duren bounced his back off the rope twice - probably testing the quality of the rope - we the fans don’t know why wrestlers do that. Apollo - one half of the Generation of Miracles - walked to the center of the ring. Offering the test of strength to the young Italian stud Alessio. Looking out to the crowd van Duren shook his head no for a brief moment motivating the crowd to respond accordingly. They wanted him to accept the challenge. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye bruh Alessio you’re just gonna let ‘em call you out like that? Alessio waved the people off….. JERMAINE MARKS: Alessio smart, nigga, he ain’t gotta waste energy…. Finally van Duren decided to take up Leander on that offer - locking up with him. The two pressed each other’s hands against the other. The two pushed one another back with heavy grunt sounds coming from both men, Alessio was forced to take one step back about fifteen seconds into the test of strength. Apollo began to get the upper hand in the situation. Right as he began to continue to press van Duren against the ropes Alessio would snatch his right arm back then push his right thumb into the left eye of Apollo. Leander let go of the lock up - holding that left eye in pain. Alessio then grabbed Apollo lifting him up in fireman’s carry position! RANDY THE PILOT: Mannnnnn…#aaronvoice The Italian stud then pushed Leander’s legs up sending Apollo right over the third rope! BRIAN MASON: There is no man! van Duren couldn’t over power Leander so he had to cheat his way out of it. JERMAINE MARKS: Shut the fuck up bitch ass….#loganvoice. Damn bruh Leander hit the outside hard bruh. Apollo crashed right down to the sand on the outside floor face first! van Duren then stepped through the second ropes - stopping once he was on the red ring apron. Leander got back to his feet slowly. Alessio then leaped off landing a flying European Uppercut off the ring apron! Both men were now laid out! Alessio rolled on top of Apollo then began to lay in the forearms to the face of the Generation of Miracles member. He grabbed Leander’s head then guided him back to a vertical base before tossing Leander back into the ring under the first rope. Apollo rolled to the center of the ring as van Duren also slid back into the squared circle. Alessio got back to his feet…. He then climbed on top of Apollo again hooking the inside leg for a pin attempt! ONE! Alessio yelled out at the referee to count faster! TWO!!! Leander got the shoulder up before the three count which only further upset van Duren! Alessio got Leander back to his feet then grabbed his right wrist - pushing Apollo back - then Irish Whipping him across the ring to the northern ropes of the ring! Leander’s back hit the ropes! He then leaped up nailing Alessio in the face with a Superman Punch! van Duren fell down back first to the canvas! Leander went for a pin attempt draping his arm across the chest of the fallen Italian! ONE! Alessio got the shoulder up at one. The punch wasn’t enough to put him away! Leander got van Duren back to his feet then spun around - lashing at van Duren’s face with a spinning back fist! He then bent Alessio forward. Leander locked on the double underhook position then lifted Alessio up - slamming him down to his back with the Tiger Suplex before going for another pin attempt! ONE! Leander hooked both legs before the two count for added pressure! TWO! The referee’s hands came down a third time! THREE!! Leander…...didn’t get the win! HE looked up at the referee holding up a three - wondering why his arm wasn’t being raised. He explained to Apollo that van Duren had gotten the shoulder up before the three count but the camera didn’t catch it. So the people didn’t see it! It was thanks to the keen eye of the referee. While Leander was on his feet talking to the referee Alessio got back to his feet - shoving Apollo into the referee! The ref was sent into the turnbuckle! Temporarily blinded! van Duren wrapped his arms around the waist of Leander from behind - lifting him up for a German Suplex - then a second! Then a third!!! BRIAN MASON: This is madness. Alessio just pushed Leander into the ref. Allowing him to nail that harsh series of German Suplexes. JERMAINE MARKS: Told you fuck niggas. Alessio then bridged the third German Suplex holding Apollo in a pinning position as the referee came to. Ready to start the count! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner…...ALESSIOOO VANNNNNNN DURENNNNN!!! Alessio van Duren won the match!! He released the bridge then got up to his feet! The referee grabbed the arm of Alessio lifting it up high. Alessio rips his raised hand away from the referee, ordering for him to leave ‘his’ ring before he marches over to the ropes and demands a microphone. After being handed one he saunters into the middle of the ring, watching the referee and Leander Apollo walk back up the ramp before speaking. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: That’s what happens when you step into the ring with Alessio van Duren, alright!? The fans respond with a rather negative reaction, but AVD waves a dismissive hand at them before continuing. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: For too long these fuckers have been trying to keep me down and push me around and I’m sick of it! You wanna know why I aligned myself with the most powerful man in the business today, things like this is a prime reason as to why! I am without a doubt THE best wrestler on this Defiance roster today and I don’t get an ounce of credit, an ounce of respect and you people treat me like I’m dirt. Well FUUUUUUCK YOOOOOU! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! Alessio leans over the ropes, pointing at a certain audience member. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: FUCK YOU! And another. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: AND YOU! And another. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: FUCK YOU TOO! Walking back into the center of the ring, van Duren runs a hand through his thick black hair before flipping off in the direction of the tented backstage area. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: FUCK ALL OF YOU, TOO! I’m tired of people getting opportunities instead of me. I’m sick of ‘biding my time’. Fuck that. I’m good enough, I want it all, and I want it now. Shane Atwater ain’t shit, neither is Onyx - and Zakk fuckin’ Lewis, the Golden Opportunity briefcase holder? Well guess what? He clearly knew how good I am because he dipped when he was scheduled to face me like the little bitch that he is. I got screwed over in the ladder match too and good! I don’t need some bullshit briefcase to get a world title match, I’ll force this company to give me a world title match! And when my wife rips Onyx’s ugly ratface from her head tonight she’ll give me the World Title match that I deserve! He begins to pace back and forth now, his eyes still locked on the curtain that leads to backstage. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: That brings me to Romeo fuckin’ Price. You think you can get into my head? Huh? You shot up my god damn car, you pull all this bullshit, and you think I’m ever gonna be afraid of you, you washed up fuck? I’d call you out here just so I could rip your arm off for this whole fucking piece of shit audience to see but I know you ain’t gonna come out here because you’re a bitch. Giving my wife a title shot before me just to try and piss me off huh? Well you can go fuck yourself, you goddamn pussy. Saving face motherfucker. You know we’re coming for you. You know Risky is gonna crush you, you fucking mess, you starting to swing now is too little too late. You’re done for. AVD now points at the mat. ALESSIO VAN DUREN: And what you saw right here tonight? That’s just a little taste of what’s to come. This summer is going to be the Summer of AVD, mark that shit down, bring some sunblock and bask in WRESTLING GREATNESS! He linger on his final words for a few seconds before throwing the mic to the canvas, and with a disgusted look on his face, exit the ring and head up the ramp as his theme song “Hate Me” resumed playing. WINNER BY PINFALL: ALESSIO VAN DUREN! (9:10) ![]() The scene fades backstage where Damien Marks is seen shaking his head as Tony the Cameraman is standing next to him. DAMIEN MARKS: Look Charles, how many damn times I gotta tell yo ass? Huh? This like the fifth fucking camera you done broke nigga. The fuck is wrong with yo flimbsy ass? Damien looks over to Tony. DAMIEN MARKS: Bruh I don't care if you put in a good word for this nigga. He costing this department money nigga. You know how many times I had to go tell Banks or Risky about us losing cameras cause this bitch ass nigga keeps getting them fucked up? Marks shakes his head again DAMIEN MARKS: And nigga don't get me fucking started on what the accounting numbers looking like cause of this dumb fuck. And I had the audacity to keep this nigga Brandon from finding yo bitch ass. Bank Shottin' the fuck outta you. Then firing you. Man....You know what. Nigga you fucking fired. Fuck out my way. Damien then looks past Charles and sees new signee The Weedman making a sell. He's seen counting the money he just earned. DAMIEN MARKS: What in the fuck? Ahhhhh heeeeelllllll nnaaaahhh. Damien shoves Charles out of the way and makes his way over to The Weedman. DAMIEN MARKS: The fuck is this? THE WEEDMAN: What's good player? I got that orange county loud pack on deck for the low. Damien groans. DAMIEN MARKS: I outta whoop yo fucking ass. This my goddamn block. Who said you could pay here? You gonna sell out here nigga then you best have that tax money ready for me. The Weedman chuckles and laughs. THE WEEDMAN: Aye you gonna have to chill out young thunder cat. I'm just out here racking up these dollas. You gotta problem with another man getting his, you might have a problem. He turns to walk away. DAMIEN MARKS: Nigga it's gonna be yo ass who has the problem if you don't got my fuckin' money this time next Defiance. The scene begins to fade away as Damien is heard in the background. DAMIEN MARKS: Fuck around and get yo dusty ass whooped out here fuckin' with Realla. Ask about me nigga. Ask about me?! ![]() The scene cuts in and it shows Zero McHannon walking through the parking lot with a backpack strap thrown over his right shoulder, the fans giving a loud pop that could be heard from inside the HKW event. He is wearing sunglasses, his normal blue jeans, and a black HKW tee-shirt. Stopping while taking a look around the event, he took in a deep breath before making way towards the employee entrance. Normally, they would know exactly who Zero is and let him go in without any problems, but a feeling told him that it wasn’t going to be like that this time around. Three security guards stood at the employee entrance and were watching Zero walk the entire way around the back, then across the the beach. They didn’t budge as they stood there like a few knights determined to block the opening. Zero approaches, stops, and just stands there. ZERO MCHANNON: If you don’t mind, I’m just going to… He tries to walk in, but they stand closer together and block his path. Zero takes a few steps backwards and stares at them with an uninterested look. ZERO MCHANNON: Really? This is how it’s going to be? You already know Brandon Banks said you’re to let me in whenever I come around. They stood there as if they were made of stone, the one on the right crossed his arms and grunts while the one on the left replies with no emotion. SECURITY GUARD: Risky says you can’t. He made that damn clear and specific tonight. Sorry, not losing my job over you. Zero pulls his backpack higher onto his shoulder and takes a couple steps forward. The guard tense up, but he stops a few yards in front of them. ZERO MCHANNON: Let’s run by this real quick, boys. It wasn’t too long ago that me and Cindy ran this brand. I was the one telling you guys what to do. I’m the one who put the time in with the talent here and helped them out whenever I could. In my return, it was right here to HKW. You’ve already been told I’m not to be denied for everything I’ve done for this company. Are they making a statue of you guys? He waits for them to answer, but there’s only silence. Zero smiles, nods his head slowly, and exchanges glances between the pair of them. ZERO MCHANNON: That’s what I thought… You’ll be passing that statue at the facilities every time you go to work. Best remember that. This time he tries to walk past them, but they don’t budge as Zero tries even harder to push his way through. The security guard on the right grabs Zero by the wrist and then put another hand on his shoulder before Zero rips away from the man. ZERO MCHANNON: Don’t fucking put your hands on me. If I really wanted into the event through this way and wanted to clear you hell out of my way, you’d know it…. I’d put the three of you down like a bag of bricks and walk over your fat asses like a red carpet. The men continue to stand their like a few gargoyles. It turns into a bit of a standoff until Zero’s phone rings and he reaches into his pocket. There’s a confused look on his face as he turns around from the security guards to walk out of earshot, then answers the phone. He tries to calm down some and takes a deep breath before talking. ZERO MCHANNON: What, Romeo?... Yeah… Annoyed and I’m leaving before I lose my cool… He pauses for a moment and listens to what seems to be Romeo Price on the other side of the line. Zero then takes a peep over his shoulder at the security as he walks away. ZERO MCHANNON: Hmm. I honestly didn’t think about that…. You’re talking about the way in from the west wing of things, right?.... I think that will work. I’ll meet you there. You’ll know whether I make it in or not. Hanging up the phone, another look back told him that the security team had already forgotten about him and weren’t going to chase him down either. The screen fades to black as Zero walks out of the frame, determined to find another way into Defiance. Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jun 6 2015, 08:45 PM.
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a grudge match scheduled for one fall! "Laaaa, laaa, laa la, wait till I get my money right. Ohhhh!" 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, from Palayan, Nueva Ecija in the Philippines, weighing in at 172 pounds... He is the "Filipino Superman"... 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 opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, he is JACK WARREN! BRIAN MASON: This match is being labeled a grudge match because Jack Warren laid out Bayani Arroyo last Defiance during their tag match when they were partners. JERMAINE MARKS: Bayani mouthed off though. And he got his ass dusted. RANDY THE PILOT: Honestly, both these fools need a win. Whoever loses this though...damn, that’s going to suck for them. ![]() DING! DING! DING! As soon as the bell rings, both men charge at one another, only for Bayani to catch Jack off guard with a front dropkick that sends him flying back into his corner and gets a big pop from the audience?! Bayani then proceeds to go on the attack, running forward and catching Jack with a forearm smash before proceeding to put the boots to him repeatedly. The ref screams out a count of four before Bayani backs off, allowing Jack to slowly get himself up to both feet...only for a second, of course, as Bayani races in and catches him with an enzuigiri that actually gets the audience behind him as Jack falls to the mat afterwards! Bayani then goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Bayani gets to his feet and waits for Jack to his. Bayani is seething, clearly having waited days to get his hands on Jack Warren, who is now up to both feet. But that doesn’t last long as Bayani quickly sweeps his feet, knocking him onto his back. Bayani then follows that up with a standing moonsault before he gets to his feet and grabs the bigger Jack before dragging him over into the corner. Bayani then quickly climbs the turnbuckles as he makes it to the top, before leaping off and landing right on top of Jack Warren with a moonsault! Bayani then goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Bayani is all over Jack Warren right now! JERMAINE MARKS: Beating his ass like he stole something from him. RANDY THE PILOT: I mean, he technically stole a win from him? ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack kicks out again, getting Bayani to slap the mat in frustration. He quickly grabs Jack by the head before getting him up to both feet and going to irish whip him towards the nearest corner. Jack reverses it and sends the smaller Bayani towards the corner instead. Bayani turns this into a positive as he quickly climbs the turnbuckles before backflipping off of the top rope and looking to take down Jack. But Jack sidesteps it and waits for Bayani to nearly land before he raises up a boot and kicks him right in the stomach right before he can land, getting massive boos from the audience. Bayani writhes around the mat for a few seconds before he slowly gets himself up to both feet, only to run into a spinning discus elbow from Jack Warren, absolutely flooring Bayani! Jack then cockily goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack gets to his feet afterwards and quickly grabs Bayani’s legs before turning him over and kneeling right onto the young man’s back, then locking in an elevated Boston Crab submission! Bayani screams out in pain as a sick smirk appears on Jack’s face, who screams at him to tap out. JACK WARREN: TAP OUT, BITCH! TAP OUT! Bayani refuses and starts crawling towards the ropes, slowly slipping out of Jack’s grip, but Jack grabs Bayani and drags him towards the center of the ring before landing an elbow drop on him, then proceeding to stomp away at him. BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren truly trying to cause Bayani Arroyo some pain. JERMAINE MARKS: He was trying to snap his fucking spine with that move, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, that wasn’t looking good at all. Jack finally stomps stomping away at Bayani and instead grabs him by the head before getting him up to both feet and kicking him in the gut, keeling him over. Jack then hooks both of his arms before lifting him up and dropping him with a double underhook suplex! Jack goes for the cover again! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Warren keeps the attack going, mounting himself on top of Bayani and just drilling him with lefts and rights. He eventually gets Bayani up to both feet, but gets met with a kick to the side of the head that drops him to both knees. Bayani then races towards the nearest ropes and bounces back, catching Jack with a dropkick to the face! Jack writhes around the mat in pain as Bayani gets up to both feet. He then waits for Jack to get up to both feet, which he does, before he catches him with a spinning heel kick that floors him! The audience cheers as Bayani grabs one of Jack’s arms and one of his legs before dragging him over to the nearest corner. BRIAN MASON: I think we know what’s coming next! JERMAINE MARKS: This shit about to be something crazy. RANDY THE PILOT: Just realized I ain’t had a snack yet. Bayani hops out onto the apron before he quickly climbs the turnbuckles, the audience actually cheering him on (mostly because of their hate for Jack Warren). He stands at the top, a big smile on his face, before he leaps off and attempts his patent frog splash! BRIAN MASON: Flight 3132!!! But Jack gets his knees up at the last second, Bayani falling right on top of them as the audience goes quiet after that. Bayani writhes around the mat in pain as Jack gets to his feet, a big smile on his face. JERMAINE MARKS: Dumbass took too motherfuckin’ long. Jack then quickly grabs Bayani, hooking his head as he gets him up to both feet, before planting him with Nail On The Coffin! The audience boos loudly as Jack gets to his feet and puts his boot on Bayani’s chest as his pin attempt, the ref sighing as he makes the count. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s ball game! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner...JACK WARREN! Jack then takes his boot off of Bayani’s chest before raising his own hands up in victory, then motioning for Bayani to get the hell out of his ring as he grabs a microphone seconds later. JACK WARREN: That...was fucking pathetic. Just like most of this goddamn roster, Bayani Arroyo just got exposed for the waste of talent that he fucking is. He’s not a damn Jack Warren. He’s not an Onyx Payne. He’s not even a Shane fucking Atwater. So now, I want you to go home, Bayani, and think about going to anywhere else because when it comes to HKW? You’re never going to be shit here, because you aren’t good enough to get in this ring, and I proved that in less than ten fucking minutes. Jack then looks out at the audience with a big smile on his face. JACK WARREN: You just saw me decimate one of the men who had such great hype going on with him at the beginning of his HKW career. And I’m going to say that this was a nice warm up, because now I’m ready. Now, I’m ready to fight whoever wins that borefest of a World title match that will be Shane Atwater vs Onyx Payne. Now, I’m ready to drop either one of them on their fucking head and take that title away from them. I don’t give a fuck if another contender is announced beforehand. The line to the World championship after Darkness Falls starts behind me. The audience boos Warren, who motions for them to shut up. When they don’t, he just gives them the bird and gets an even worse reaction from the audience. JACK WARREN: Sorry for speaking the truth, cunts. But let’s be honest, if I wasn’t around, Shane Atwater would just be Mr. Aftershow and you’d lose even more interest in this World championship match than you did before. So, you’re welcome for claiming myself the next contender to that title, because whether you and they believe it or not, that World championship scene needs me in the picture. Not one boring cunt who treats her main foe like her best friend and one fucking dumbass who makes random threats and never actually does any of them. The audience continues to boo Warren, who just laughs. JACK WARREN: You people are pathetic. God, it’s like talking to toddlers. But you know I’m speaking the truth, so you boo me because you’re afraid. It’s okay, I get it. Just don’t be mad when you see that World championship around my waist...because sooner or later, that’s going to happen. Warren drops the mic and exits the ring as the audience boos him. He takes one last look at them before giving them the double bird this time, then heading off to the back as the scene fades out. WINNER: Jack Warren (6:32) Page is seen, sitting down alone. He itches the back of his head, his eyes roaming from side to side as if collecting his thoughts. He raises a hand up, at chest level and then stares at it. JIMMY PAGE: You could've walked away. Page cocks his head to the side. JIMMY PAGE: And yet, for whatever dumb reason you're still fighting the inevitable. And I have to hand it to you, Stryker, you're not going down without a fight. That's what I like to see, I like people who FIGHT their fate. It excites me even MORE knowing that no matter how much you squirm, or fight, or CLAW, or SCREAM... Page squeezes his hands together, a dead glare in his eyes as he looks at his balled up fist. JIMMY PAGE: I am going to squeeze...the life out of you. And your last moments, the very last ones, I want you to remember something: YOU...DO THIS...NOT ME...!! You chose to fight, because only an idiot would think that they'd have a chance against me. And I wish I could give you some more credit, but the truth of it all is that your existence is your only accolade worth a shit. Jimmy shrugs slightly, brushing his wild mane of hair out of his face from the beach's breeze. JIMMY PAGE: And so, I'm going to put you to REST. I'm going to show you tonight that YOU...ARE...OLD...NEWS!! And you're going to accept that, and I'm going to have you on your hands and knees and PROCLAIM it to the world!!! You are NOTHING, you are WEAK, and you are a RELIC!!! HKW's going to be going in a new direction because of me. And sorry to say, there isn't enough room on my Ark for you... Page stands up, out of the camera's frame. He ducks down, looking into it. JIMMY PAGE: ...So just DROWN already. Page walks away, the camera stays still and then fades to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match set for one fall! “Natural Born Sinner” by In This Moment plays over the sound system as Knox Hurst casually makes her way out on the stage and onto the entrance ramp. She looks almost disinterested as she walks to the beat of her theme, never glancing over at the fans or anywhere that wasn’t ahead of her. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Las Vegas, Nevada… KNOOOOOOOOOOOX HUUUUUUUUUUURST!!!! Knox walks up the steps and onto the apron, finally looking out at the crowd in attendance. An evil smirks forms on her features as she steps into the ring and walks over to her corner, patiently waiting for her partner and her opponents. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner… 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 our 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. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! 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 the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out onto the beach. 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 City of Philadelphia…. BRIAN STRRRRRRRRRYKER! 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: And his partner… 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 in at 212 Pounds, THIS... IS....KAI!!! 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. Quickly popping his neck, he turned his attention to his opponents. JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga Kai lookin’ ready as fuck. BRIAN MASON: They all do, Jermaine. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m just hoping Stryker and Page keep the fight in the ring tonight. Don’t need them coming out here and ruining the setup I got going on here. BRIAN MASON: You mean the spacing you have between your nachos and your Sprite? RANDY THE PILOT: Precisely. ![]() DING DING DING! The match begins with Kai and Jimmy Page starting things off for their teams. They meet in the center of the ring and look like they’re about to tie up, but Page comes out of nowhere and blasts Kai with an elbow shot right to the face. Kai stumbles back, but comes right at Page with a big right hand of his own. This time Page stumbles back, but he reaches forward and grabs a hold of Kai’s head, blasting him right in the face with a jab of his own. Instead of exchanging shots with Page, Kai locks his hands around Page’s body and pulls him into a knee to the midsection. Kai follows it up with a piledriver attempt, but Page back body drops Kai and gets out of it. Kai immediately picks himself back up, but Page was right there to hit Kai with an elbow to the face, followed by a huge lariat that turns Kai inside out. Page grabs a hold of Kai’s leg and drags him over to his corner, making the tag to Knox Hurst. BRIAN MASON: And here comes Knox Hurst! RANDY THE PILOT: First time we’re seeing her in the ring. Lets see what she has to offer. Knox doesn’t waste any time and immediately starts putting the boots to the down Kai. She doesn’t allow him to get to his feet, pressing on his throat with her boot until the referee makes the five count. Knox looks over at Brian Stryker and blows him a sarcastic kiss before she drives her knee directly into Kai’s face and then gets in position to deliver crucifix elbow strikes to her bitter rival. She walks over to her corner and makes the tag to Jimmy Page who enters the ring, his sight directly at Brian Stryker on the outside. JERMAINE MARKS: Surprised these niggas ain’t started throwin’ down yet. They was all over the place last week. BRIAN MASON: Seems like Page is playing mind games with Stryker. Page tries to egg Stryker into the ring, but Stryker plays it cool as he watches Kai slowly make it to his feet. Page finally turns his attention to Kai, but Kai was quick to attack, wrapping his arms around Page’s body and delivers a huge belly to belly suplex! Kai crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Stryker! RANDY THE PILOT: Here comes Stryker! Stryker enters the ring and immediately starts kicking away at Page’s treetrunk sized thighs. He gets Page down to one bended knee, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a hurricanrana driver on Page! Stryker spins Page onto his back and makes the cover…. ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! Page just kicks out before the three, Knox Hurst already in the ring to break up the count. Stryker locks eyes with Knox who tries to play it innocent and steps back onto the apron. Stryker goes back on the attack of Page, pulling him up to his feet only to drop him back down with a jumping knee strike. Stryker grabs a hold of Page’s leg and drag him closer to his teams corner, making the tag back in to Kai. Kai steps in the ring and immediately stomps on Page’s chest before he brings him back to his feet and back him into a corner. Kai levels Page with an elbow strike to the face before he lifts Page up and hits him on the top turnbuckle. Page tries to punch Kai in the face, but the “Silent Assassin” ducks underneath it and connects with a leaping European uppercut that almost makes fall off the top turnbuckle! Page holds on, but Kai begins to climb up with Page. Once on the second rope, Kai hits Page with a headbutt and proceeds to stand him up, locking his arms around his waist. Kai pulls Page up to the top rope and before you know it, Kai throws Page over his head and executes a super belly to belly suplex from the top rope! JERMAINE MARKS: Holy shit, fam! Page just got here and he might be dead already! RANDY THE PILOT: Maaan, don’t say that. Not with Knox in the ring. Girl don’t need another strike after that lynching we seen a few weeks back. Instead of making the cover, Kai goes right to his corner and makes the tag to fresh Brian Stryker. With Page still down from the super belly to belly suplex, Stryker perches up to the top turnbuckle, measures Page up, and connects with a diving leg drop! He hooks the leg and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Knox Hurst gets in the ring and kicks Stryker right off of Page. Kai sees this and storms the ring, but Knox makes it back to her corner and the referee steps in front of Kai. The referee tries to hold Kai back, allowing Knox to move over to Stryker, drop to her knees, and deliver a low blow to the distracted Stryker. Stryker drops like a sack of potatoes as Knox helps Page up to his feet and then moves back to her corner. The referee finally manages to get Kai out of the ring, but Page was back up with a hurt Brian Stryker laying in front him. RANDY THE PILOT: Bet Kai regrets trying to get in the match now. BRIAN MASON: He was trying to help his partner, Randy. JERMAINE: Word? And that help ended up gettin’ his partners balls shook. Page circles around Stryker like his prey before he starts booting him repeatedly. He lifts Stryker up to his feet, kicks him in the gut, and sets him up in powerbomb position. Page lifts Stryker up for the powerbomb and instead of dropping him to the mat, he runs across the ring and powerbombs him right into the turnbuckle! Stryker’s lifeless body falls to the mat, the back of his head leaning up against the turnbuckles as Page bounces off the ropes and connects with a running corner knee smash to Stryker’s face! Page pulls Stryker out of the corner and to the middle of the ring before he covers him… ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! Stryker just manages to get his shoulder off the canvas as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three. A surprised Page looks over at Knox who wants the tag, but Page waves her off and lifts Stryker back up to his feet. He goes to set him up for another turnbuckle powerbomb, but this time Stryker manages to crawl between Page’s legs, scrambles up to his feet and connects with a big dropkick! Both Page and Stryker get up almost simultaneously and Page charges forward with a lariat attempt, but Stryker ducks underneath, waits for Page to turn around.... BRIAN MASON: First Stryke! Stryker connects with the huge superkick right to Page’s chin, knocking him right to the mat, but Stryker falls down to the mat with him! Both men look tired as their partners stretch their arms out to be closer for the tag. JERMAINE MARKS: Lookin’ like a race to see who tags in they partner first. Stryker crawls closer and closer to his partner, but Page already makes it across the ring and makes the tag to Knox Hurst...but Stryker wills himself up to his feet and makes the tag to Kai! BRIAN MASON: Here we go! Kai and Knox Hurst! Kai charges into the ring and immediately takes Knox down with a big clothesline. Knox gets back up to her feet and swings wildly at Kai, but Kai ducks underneath it, spins Knox around, and hits her with a bridging Dragon suplex! The referee gets in position to make to make the cover! ONE! TWO!! THR---NO! Jimmy Page dives forward and lands on Kai to break the count. Page staggers back up to his feet, but Brian Stryker charges forward and takes him out of the ring with a clothesline! Stryker waits for Page to get up, and then vaults himself over the ropes and onto Page! RANDY THE PILOT: Think the referee’s about to lose control here, bruh. Stryker continues pounding away on Page’s face until Page got up to a vertical base and pushed Stryker into the steel ringpost, the back of Stryker’s head hitting the post hard! Page grabs a hold of Stryker’s head and tosses him over the protective barricade and into the crowd. Page turns around and looks at the ring, but decides to chase Stryker down instead, hopping over the barricade and walking right in to a jumping knee strike from Stryker! The two exchange shots, moving their way through the audience, fighting the entire time. Back inside the ring, Kai is already back up to his feet and is waiting for Knox to get up to a vertical base. Knox goes for a forearm smash, but Kai ducks underneath and returns with a discus clothesline of his own. The referee keeps having to check on the action going on outside the ring and inside at the same time. He starts leaning over the ropes and telling Stryker and Page not to use weapons as they are now both holding chairs in their hand from the audience seats. JERMAINE MARKS: I’m with you, Randy. There ain’t no getting back this match. These guys want nothing more than to cause each other pain. The referee is still leaning on the ropes and yelling at Stryker and Page, but they ignore it, wildly swinging the chairs at each other, which deflect at first. After that, the swings become more wild and Page and Stryker start beating each other in turns with a chair at hand. He turns his head for a moment back to the action inside the ring and Knox low blows Kai from behind, thinking the referee was too focused on the others. The ref takes another look to the outside where Stryker drives a steel chair smack dab into the heart of Page’s chest. Kai is rolling around the ring in pain, but Knox doesn’t seem to care. Finally, the referee calls for the bell, leans over the ropes and tells Whisper his decision. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a double disqualification! This has became a no contest! The security team has to come out from backstage and through the audience to break up both the fight in the ring and the fight in the audience. Kai and Knox keep their eyes on each other from inside the ring, neither of them willing to give any ground on the other. While on the outside, Page breaks away from the security and does a body splash on the security trying to hold Stryker back. They all go tumbling like a wall, but the security team is back on Page and engulfs him. After a few minutes, it looks like security gets things a bit calmer, breaking up the parties that were relentlessly brawling with each other. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, man. I wanted to see someone win this match! How we ever gonna have a decisive decision when they guys hate each other this much? BRIAN MASON: All good things come to an end, Randy. For two of these HKW superstars, the end will come earlier for them than their counter opponent. JERMAINE MARKS: This one is only heatin’ up. It ain’t even close to over. Security has Page away from Stryker, but both men are yelling at the top of their lungs at each other from across the fans. Back inside the ring, Kai hasn’t moved, but Knox is now making her way up the ramp, giving him a wink. We see Kai say something that can’t be heard under his breath. The camera begins to zoom out, showing all the wreckage left behind from this match, and then fades to black. WINNER - NO CONTEST (DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION) 11:21 ![]() The camera cuts in feed, but it’s not one of the Hard Knox facility cameras. A figure steps into frame and it’s Luke Wisia. He gives a little sideways smile and nods his head towards whoever is watching. You could tell from his surroundings that they were somewhere underneath the building, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly where. LUKE WISIA: The only crazy part about all this is that I tried to be the nice guy about this whole thing. I tried to be the mature one… He picks up the camera, points it in his direction, and begins walking. LUKE WISIA: What am I gonna Ashley Sullivan? What can I do? Well, the truth of the reality is that I can do whatever the fuck I want. Every time I STEP into a building for this company, there are no rules that apply to me… Say whatever you wanna, but the fact is that I said a few things… did a few things as well… that people ain’t appreciate. The fact here is that they’re the types who can’t handle the realism of it all. He turns the camera around and it shows Ashley strapped down to a sleeping cot with a kind of straps around her wrists keeping them bound spread out above her head to the steel frame along with another pair at each of her ankles to keep her secure. There was a blue bandana in her mouth as she tries to kick her legs and thrash around, but it doesn’t help her. Luke sets the camera on top of something across from the scene and takes a seat next to Ashley as she pops her head up some to get him in her vision. Wisia leaned back in the chair and took a bite out of a Snickers bar. LUKE WISIA: Here she is, no worries. You know what’s funny? Ashley thought she was bein’ cute… She thought she was gonna be sooooo hilariousssss. Talkin’ shit behind the big screen and showin’ a clip where I pissed myself… A time ago where Syn had me as his own little toy… He winks at the camera. LUKE WISIA: Since she thought it was so funny, she may as well take a walk in my shoes, right? Luke stood up and walked around the cot, lowering his head as if he were doing a quick silent prayer over Ashley. He then reaches out of frame and pulls in a leather belt into the view. Ashley bites down hard on the bandana as Luke snaps the leather with a ‘clap’ and looks back up towards the camera. After examining her, he rears back and smacks her twice on the stomach with the belt. He wraps the belt around her neck and begins to choke her. She thrashes around on the cot trying to wiggle free but it’s useless, sounds of her choking barely heard through the gag in her mouth. LUKE WISIA: Then she thought she could put her hands on me. If I remember right, what I did was all me… I took Ashley’s head off in the lethal lottery. She gave me a kiss as a ‘thank you’. I BROUGHT THE FIGHT TO HER AND COLTON HAD TO FORCE HIS WAY INTO THE PICTURE! This could’ve all been over with if she just laid down and accepted that fuckin’ TRUTH! This came into the building on the wrong night, because it’s my time… and my time only. This company needs only one name to remember and that’s gonna be mine. When I came back, I walked the walked and Ashley talked the talk. And everyone ate up the bullshit... He lets go of the choke and slaps Ashley around the neck and chest area a few times before walking around the cot. Luke gets in her face and starts yelling, spitting on her while he raises his voice. LUKE WISIA: FUCK YOU AND FUCK COLTON! I warned you about walkin’ in MY sportlight! Do you even know what the fuck I’ve been doin’ the last year? NO YOU FUCKIN’ DON’T! I’m not the guy I use to be… I’m BETTER! You can behind your boyfriend’s skirt all you want, but I WILL FIND A WAY TO GET TO YOU! Fuck with me? FUCK WITH ME!?!? Hope you know that you signed up for a life of living hell… Looking back to the camera, he looks as if an idea just struck his head. Luke laughs and starts rubbing his cheek against Ashley’s like she was a pillow, then starts purring like a cat. Randomly, he licks her on the side of the face and nibbles at her ear when he continues talking. She tries to pull away from him in disgust but has no where to go with him bearing down on top of her. LUKE WISIA: Fiessssstyyyy. You wanna play games? I wanna put things to rest… Darkness Falls, oh yes it does. It sounds like a good idea if you were to go up against the darkness itself. No disqualification. Bring you to the world everyone calls hell... Show you and everyone else there’s only room in the spotlight for one of us. And personally, I ain’t happy that you tried to steal some of mine. Unsuccessfully, but you tried all the same… What do you say to a match, Ashley? He grabs Ashley by the chin and starts to shake her head ‘yes’ for her. He throws her head hard against the cot and hits in the face some with the belt. Out of nowhere, Luke pulls out a knife and Ashley tenses up and he holds it up to her face. LUKE WISIA: I don’t see you laughin’ anymore. Something wrong? Didn’t you think all of this was just so ‘haha’? Betcha thought you were hot shit when you and your dipshit boyfriend attacked me, huh!?!? You wanna know what it’s like to be humiliated? You wanna give the people something to laugh about? Luke throws a wild cut with knife as Ashley turns her head away. He cuts the shoulder of her shirt and rips it off her. Then he grabs Ashley’s pants, quickly unbuckles her belt and violently yanks them down her thighs. She is still strapped down to the cot and tries to yell through the bandana, but it’s doesn’t help as it comes out nearly completely muffled. Luke just begins to laugh and takes a look at the camera while his victim lays there half naked in her bra and panties. LUKE WISIA: Look at you… It’s pathetic. How does it feel to be exposed? Kinda like the way you tried to expose me. A fight that you shoulda avoided.... And it had to come to this? This is your fault... I ain’t wanna do this, but you made me. I should leave you here butt ass naked and make you walk through the hallways like all of these other model sluts who roam the building. And maybe I will… He starts to choke out Ashley with the leather belt again, and then throws it to the side when he’s done. Luke grabs one of Ashley’s boob and stumbles away laughing hysterically, having to use the wall to support himself. He is almost in tears as he turns towards her, coughing up a lung from laughing too hard before he can regain his composure. LUKE WISIA: Jesus. You’re a flat chested bitch. You wait right here, I’ll be back. Luke starts to act like nothing ever happened as he walked towards the door and begins to leave the scene behind, stopping at the door to turn around. Ashley is still in her bra and panties, completely exposed with red welps all over her from the belt. She still has plenty of fight in her as she is still kicking and trying to best to break free of the straps around her wrists and ankles. Although it is effectively muffled by the gag filling her mouth, her screaming now has a bit of crying mixed into it as well. LUKE WISIA: Havin’ fun yet? The camera begins to fade away as Luke closed the door behind him to go meet up with Shelton and Luke for the match he would be managing, leaving Ashley behind. ![]() Somewhere on the beach Felicity Banks was seen talking to one of the many HKW production workers. She was already in the middle of the conversation, not noticing the camera crew slowly approaching the two from behind. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously can’t stand flying here with all those people and babies screaming the entire freaking flight. This was only a three hour flight, but could you imagine being trapped on a plane with a screaming child all the way to Japan?! Felicity looks genuinely terrified just by the thought alone. FELICITY BANKS: I would seriously take whatever parachute I could find and jump right out of that stupid plane. Screw life at that point, I just want to get away from the screaming kids! Seriously don’t understand why they won’t just let me use the jet! I mean, HELLO!? The former World Champion throws her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: Biggest piece of the HKW puzzle here! I deserve only the best and I shouldn’t be traveling to these shows with a bunch of screaming children! You know what? I’m going to tell them this right now. I have to tell them something anyway so...yah. Gonna do that right now. She leans forward and pats the production worker on the back. FELICITY BANKS: Just remember. New theme song, new video. Play that, not my old stuff! Kay? K. After she was through speaking, Felicity spins herself around and starts walking down the beach in the direction of the tent setup for the HKW bosses. She notices the camera crew in front of her, gives them a wave, but ignores them for the most part as she reaches the tent and walks right in. FELICITY BANKS: BRANDON! BLAKE! SELENA! Felicity looks around the massive tent, but sees none of the bosses in sight. FELICITY BANKS: ROMEO! ANYONE WHO HAS ANY POWER AROUND HERE!!!! Right when she finishes yelling, Damien Marks pokes his head inside the tent and sees Felicity aimlessly looking around for any authority figure. DAMIEN MARKS: You said anyone with power? Shiiiiiiiit, I got the power, Fel. Felicity spins around and sees Damien approaching her with a grin on his face. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t think you could help here, Damien. Being head of announcers or whatever has nothing to do with what I need right now. Damien stops his step and scratches the side of his face. DAMIEN MARKS: Shit, prolly not but I could relay the message to Selena. Matter fact, I could prolly okay the shit if it ain’t anything...outlandish or no shit like that. Felicity squints. FELICITY BANKS: Outlandish? Nothing that I ask for is ever outlandish. I rarely ask for anything at all. Well, besides for last year when I asked for that number thr-- She stops herself, looking up at Damien. FELICITY BANKS: You know what? That’s not even important. It’s funny though because what I came to ask for this time is kind of the same thing I asked for last year - minus the whole getting the best number thing. Damien chuckles, knowing exactly what Felicity was talking about. DAMIEN MARKS: You talkin’ bout last years Rumble, right? Shiiiiit, we ain’t ever find out who gave you that number thirty, did we? Felicity shakes her head from side to side. FELICITY BANKS: Nope, and you never will. I don’t care for the number this year though, Damien. I just want in. I want to be the first person who throws their name in the hat for this years Rumble to Destiny. Can you make that happen? Damien rubs his chin, and turns his Cleveland Cavaliers snapback forward. DAMIEN MARKS: Yeah, I think I could make that official. I don’t see a problem in that since you is a former World Champion and shit. Matter fact, this sound good to me. I’ma make it official right now. Felicity Banks is the first name in the 2015 Rumble to Destiny. How that sound? Felicity smiles from ear to ear, almost ecstatic from the news. FELICITY BANKS: Perfect! That went easier than I thought it would. Okay, so lets run down the list… She holds her hand out and begins counting on her fingers. FELICITY BANKS: Told the sound guy about my new music and new video...got into the rumble to destiny… now all that’s left to do is bring the McCleary family down one person closer to extinction. Felicity goes to walk away but Damien stops her. DAMIEN MARKS: Aye, meant to tell you somethin’! Seen them boys A.S.H comin’ out they pickup earlier with some big ass thing. I don’t know what the fuck it was cause they had it covered up, but this shit was huge. Lookin’ like they had one of them robot joints from Tron in there in McCleary form. There was a sparkle in Felicity’s eye, almost like she was thrilled to hear it. FELICITY BANKS: Good. I’m glad they’re ready. I hope they’re ready. I hope they bring every single freaking McCleary with them because tonight? I have a surprise for them too. I brought some...friends with me and they’ll be accompanying me to the ring tonight. And they’re going to watch me beat Brick McCleary within an inch of his life, and finally. Finally I’ll give Billy Joe the beating he’s been avoiding for waaaaaay too long now. Felicity points at her head. FELICITY BANKS: Always have a plan, Damien. Always. She smirks slyly and exits the tent as Damien shrugs his shoulders and makes himself comfy inside. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jun 6 2015, 09:13 PM Post #3 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Shelton Monroe is seen already in the ring, “100 Coffins” by Rick Ross blaring throughout the arena as he hops up and down, looking ready to go in tonight’s match. He looks towards the outside, looking at his manager for the night, Luke Wisia. Wisia stands there, arms crossed and a big smile on his face. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Oakland, California; weighing in at 230 pounds...representing the Reapers In Pride....SHELTON MONROE! "Heavy Is The Head" by Zac Brown Band blares throughout the arena as the audience cheers and Colton Sterling slowly makes his way out towards the stage, the hood of his sweater covering his head as he stares down on the ground. He lightly bobs his head to the music before slowly looking up at the audience with a stoic look on his face, then slightly nodding as he makes his way down to the ramp, taking one last look behind him as he tries to make sure Ash isn’t there. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 207 pounds, he is COLTON STERLING! Sterling doesn't slap hands with the fans as he quickly makes it to ringside before hopping onto the apron, then quickly slipping into the ring by going over the middle rope in. He runs the ropes for a few seconds before unzipping his hoodie and taking it off, tossing it to the outside before he heads over to his corner and leans up against it, lightly hopping up and down as he gets ready for the match, and taking ganders to the entranceway, hoping to see his girlfriend. BRIAN MASON: This should be an interesting matchup. Colton Sterling versus one of the newer RIP members. JERMAINE MARKS: He’s one big dude too. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but Colt got a pretty good record against RIP, don’t he? ![]() DING! DING! DING! Shelton quickly rushes in at Colton, almost catching the former No Limits champion off guard. Colt moves out of the way at the last second and quickly stares at Shelton in surprise as Shelton stares back at him with a grin. Shelton quickly advances after missing and gets Colton cornered before Colt attempts to throw a boot forward. But Shelton catches it and drops it down before catching Sterling with a shot to the gut that keels him over before he grabs Colt by the head and tosses him towards the center of the ring. Monroe then smugly smirks as he looks out at the audience before looking back over at Sterling, who was now on all fours, before motioning for him to get up to both feet. Once Colt was up to both feet, Shelton rushed forward and went for a lariat, but Colton ducked it at the last second! Shelton then turned around and was met with a kick to the gut before Colton caught him with a knee that sent him stumbling backwards. Shelton bounced off of the ropes after stumbling backwards, and came back to catch Colton off guard with a lariat! Colton flips in the air before landing on his face, allowing Shelton to then turn him over and quickly go for the cover! Luke lightly claps Shelton's lariat, that same smile on his face. BRIAN MASON: Shelton Monroe impressing early in this matchup. JERMAINE MARKS: RIP got themselves another heavy hitter, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: He’s fucking Colt up right now. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Colton shoots his shoulder up, breaking the count before two. Shelton, wanting to make sure he keeps his offense going, grabs Colton by the hair and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the nearest corner. Colt leans against it and Shelton rushes in, but gets met with a boot to the face this time that sends him stumbling backwards. Sterling then shoots forward and catches Monroe with a high knee that floors him! Sterling then quickly grabs Monroe and gets him up to both feet before shoving him back into a corner and releasing a fury of chops that makes Monroe howl out in pain. Sterling then proceeds to take a few steps back before charging forward and catching Monroe in the chest with double knees! Colt then steps back as the RIP member stumbles out of his corner and falls to the mat, allowing the former No Limits champion to roll him over and go for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Colton keeps the attack going as he gets to his feet and begins stomping away at Shelton’s body. Eventually, he gets the big man up and goes to irish whip him towards the ropes, but Shelton reverses it and sends him to the ropes instead. Colton bounces off of them and towards Shelton, who keeled over, but he leapfrogs over him! Sterling then stops and waits for Monroe to turn around before he spins and catches him with a roundhouse kick! Shelton drops to a knee, so Colt bounces off of the nearby ropes before rebounding back and catching him in the back with a big boot that lays him out! Sterling goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Sterling now starting to get some momentum on his side! JERMAINE MARKS: Shelton out, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: Gotta watch them legs of Sterling. Dude could be Pele with how hard them kicks are. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shelton kicks out again, but that doesn’t deter Colt, who quickly gets to his feet and starts motioning for the Sterling Punt! The audience cheers this, but their cheers quickly turn to boos when Luke Wisia begins slapping the mat and getting the attention of Colton. Sterling stares a hole through him and the two have a staredown before Luke says “got your girl” to Colt, getting a wide-eyed expression from the former No Limits champion and an even bigger smile on his face. He looks ready to go after Luke, but Shelton quickly grabs him from behind and rolls him up! BRIAN MASON: Shelton’s taking advantage of the distraction! RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, that was close! Sterling quickly gets to his feet, almost at the same time as Monroe, before Shelton charges at him, only to eat a bicycle kick in return! Luke backs away from the ring and leans against the barricade as Colt gives him another stare before fully turning his attention towards Shelton, his movement all frantic. Once Shelton’s on all fours, Colton charges forward and catches him with the Sterling Punt to the skull! Monroe is out cold as Sterling goes for the cover, hooking both legs! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner.....COLTON STERLING! Colton quickly releases Shelton’s legs and exits the ring quickly before he races to the back, the audience cheering somewhat, while others just stay quiet as they watch Colton quickly leave ringside, while Luke slowly begins to walk away seconds later. BRIAN MASON: Colton picks up the win, but he bolts the ring afterwards. Clearly something Luke said to him got to him. JERMAINE MARKS: We already saw what the fuck he did, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Yo, Colt’s gonna be in a murder rage if he finds her. Damn. WINNER: Colton Sterling (5:14) ![]() The scene fades under Romeo Price’s personal tent as he looks out onto the beach eying the security guards who walk past getting in the way of his view of the beach. He takes a sip of his scotch. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….. Another barrage of security members walk by, but behind them was Defiance’s newest acquisition, Sho Kojima wearing a Defiance brand t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. SHO KOJIMA: Hmph indeed. Kojima stops directly in front of Romeo and gives him a sarcastic wave. He walks closer toward the tent until he was finally inside, looking around at the setup Romeo had going on. SHO KOJIMA: I see you are not unfamiliar with feng shui? Romeo shrugs his shoulders before taking another sip. He sits the glass down on a coaster as he looks up to Kojima. ROMEO PRICE: Maybe if we were in an interior setting it would be a bit nicer….But why waste time on “feng shui” when it will all be brought down a few hours later? Price looks down to the Defiance shirt. ROMEO PRICE: Representing the new brand with pride are we Mr. Kojima? Sho looks down at his shirt and then smirks in the GM’s direction. SHO KOJIMA: Yes, I guess so. Not proudly, but I suppose you can say that I am representing. Though, I still am a iGNItE talent, I wanted to come here and see first hand what the supposed A show of the company had produced, and thus far? I am not impressed. Kojima reaches his arms down and takes off the Defiance brand t-shirt he was wearing, showing off the brand new Kabuki mask t-shirt now available on HKWGear.com underneath. SHO KOJIMA: But that cannot all be blamed on the general manager, can it? Of course not. You have a jungle for a roster, and not even the king lion can control this group of...scum. Kojima spits on the shirt beneath his feet, almost as if he were showing the World what he thinks of the Defiance brand. SHO KOJIMA: I expect to be praised when I come here after H.A.T.E, Mr. Price. I expect the red carpet rolled out for me, especially if I bring the Global Championship with me. I can assume you will have this done, correct? Romeo laughs as he sits down in his chair. He sits back studying Kojima for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: I could, but I won’t….Sure. I would be more than happy to have the HKW Global Champion on thee superior brand of the two but… He shrugs as he picks back up his glass. ROMEO PRICE: Who is to honestly say that is in the fate of the “great” Sho Kojima? Hmm? You are wise Mr. Kojima...But you are not that wise to predict such a thing…. Price takes a sip of his scotch and sighs. ROMEO PRICE: It’s a bit disheartening though….Red carpet rolled out? Hmph…..Please. I would have expected more traditional taste coming from you Mr. Kojima… Kojima narrows his brow. SHO KOJIMA: Tradition was thrown right out the window when I stepped foot in this company. I know how Hard Knox Wrestling operates, Mr. Price. There is no such thing as tradition here. Just a bunch of disrespectful children who believe they have it all figured out. Who think that respect should be given to them, when they have not done a thing to earn it! Respect...tradition? Those are two things that are lost amongst the scum that inhabit this company. You will not get any tradition from me, Price. And you certainly will not be getting any respect either. ROMEO PRICE: Well Thank God I didn’t ask your respect, right? Haha… Romeo takes a small sip and sets down his glass. ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Kojima I expect nothing more from you than you coming onto this brand and rising up through the ranks of it. I have watched you closely over on iGNiTE. I’ve even done some research on you but…your outside activities have absolutely nothing to do with this now does it Mr. Kojima? Don’t worry….I don’t care. I just want to see you do exactly what you are doing now on iGNiTE. Turning heads….Grasping the attention of everyone around you… A small smirk forms on Romeo’s face. ROMEO PRICE: I believe this move to Defiance will serve better for you than being on the same brand as your leader, Takamura. You two don’t exactly have a eye-to-eye relationship do you? Don’t answer that….I don’t too much care for your response to that either… Kojima laughs off Romeo’s comments, not bothered to give him a reply. Instead, Kojima reaches his hand onto the table Romeo had his cup on, and grabs the half filled glass bottle of alcohol. Kojima raises the bottle up, takes the plug out of it, and takes a sip of Romeo’s scotch before slamming the bottle back down on the table. SHO KOJIMA: ...hmph. With that, Kojima swallows down on the scotch and makes a ‘OH MY GOD, THAT SHIT BURNS’ face before he spins around and exits Romeo’s tent. Romeo laughs and tilts his glass in Kojima’s way as he exits. ROMEO PRICE: Welcome to Defiance, Mr. Kojima…. The scene slowly fades to black after Price spins his chair around facing the ocean once more. ![]() “Pain” by Three Days Grace is already playing and Luke Wisia is in the ring already from managing his RIP associate earlier. Wisia is doing a few rope bounces, takes off his leather cut, and climbs the turnbuckle to the jeers from the crowd when his name is announced. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Bloody Elimination Match! Already in 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 crowd throws the boos even louder after he is announced, but Luke just looks around at them while still standing on the top rope. He nods his head and laughs as he hops down and looks towards the entrance for the others. Luke begins to pace and slapping himself in the head at random moments to get in the mindset for the match. Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System as Miles makes his way onto the stage, 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. He raises his hands on the middle rope and then pops back down. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, "Satan's Protégé" Joey Miles! The eerie atmospheric beginning of 'Rain of Brass Petals' drums through the arena. The lights flicker like strobes before a dark figure appears at the top of the ramp. Red spotlights hit the woman and reveal MJ Bell. She slowly makes her way down to the ring taunting the crowd. MJ hops onto the apron shedding off the leather jacket before moving between the ropes. MJ cracks her neck then turns raising both hands in the air. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down to the ring, hailing from Paradise, Michigan,... She is.... MJ BELL!!!! With Luke Wisia standing in the same corner since the beginning, MJ Bell is looking up at the sky from her corner. Joey Miles is stretching himself on the ropes, gazing around at the two competitors he will be facing off against tonight. The referee talks in a loud voice to the three of them before signaling for the bell and starting the match JERMAINE MARKS: Bloody elimination match. If ya bleed, you’re out. These are three wrestlers that people think would make good Bloodlust contenders. RANDY THE PILOT: I gotta be honest, this is a match full of some weird ass peeps. We got the dark, the creepy, and the insane all in the ring at once. BRIAN MASON: No doubt about that. As expected, this one is going to get a bit bloody. ![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! Things start off hot enough as Joey Miles walks towards Luke, tries to grapple up, but Wisia slides out under the bottom rope to a handful of jeers from the crowd. Luke looks uninterested in the match, turning around to talk shit to some of the people in the first couple of rows as MJ Bell slowly turns her head from the sky and locks onto Miles. They grapple up and it’s Mailes who makes the first move with an arm drag, but MJ lands on her feet and reverses it into an armdrag of her own! Miles lands on his back, but keeps a hold on MJ’s arm and locks in an armbreaker that causes MJ to fall first to her knees, then to her face in pain. Wisia now slides under the rope and does a sunset flip on the pair of them to break the submission. Luke goes over to Bell and helps her to her feet, but she throws his arms away in the process and lands a dropkick. Wisia goes through the middle ropes, but catches himself at the last moment. Joey catches Bell off guard and whips her into the ropes, nailing a scoop slam on the return, but doesn’t see Wisia as he throws himself forward with a shotgun dropkick that sends Miles tumbling towards the corner of the ring. MJ is using the ropes to get back to her feet as Luke charges, but she pulls down the ropes at the last second causing him to go over, but he hangs on again! At least until MJ jumps up with a roundhouse kick to the back of Luke’s head and makes him crumble onto the mat on the outside. BRIAN MASON: Beautiful roundhouse there by MJ Bell! Each of them seem to be approaching this match with a very different mindset. JERMAINE MARKS: Joey Miles back to his feet now, tryna keep the pressure on them like he was doin’ at the beginning of this match. Miles and Bell in the ring now as they both start circling each other in the ring. Joey strikes forward as MJ tries to scramble out of the way, but it doesn’t work as he pulls her in for a shinbreaker, then followed up with a two handed bulldog. Miles doesn’t see Wisia climbing the corner turnbuckle though and Luke throws himself forward, but he’s caught in the middle of the ring! Miles throws him into position and lands a sweeping DDT to Wisia. The referee checks for blood, but there is none. Wisia is back to her feet and Miles is waiting as he lifts her up into a suplex position, but MJ throws her shoulder right into the back of Miles’s leg and they all go tumbling. Bell rolls to the outside of the ring and Miles stands up near the ropes, but turns around to a crossbody that cause them both to join MJ on the outside. Luke stands up, yelling at Miles, and smacking him in the face, but Bell grabs him from behind and throws him head first into the steel steps! She stumbles backwards and Miles is there to fireman’s carry her onto the announcer’s table. It doesn’t break though, as Bell rolls off holding her back. RANDY THE PILOT: Thought we were about to be standin’ up the rest of the night. Why can’t people just leave the announcers and their table alone? BRIAN MASON: We should start a movement… #GiveTablesAChance. The screen cuts away to show Luke groggily roll back into the ring, but MJ has her hands on a chair on the outside. Miles steps up on the apron, ready to get back until Bell cracks him in the back with the steel chair. Joey falls to the mat and MJ slides into the ring and sizes up Luke trying to find his feet in the middle. She swings, but it’s a miss and Luke returns with a Bank Shot! MJ holds the chair up like a shield that takes the majority of the blow and when Luke comes complete rotation, she smacks him with the chair, drops its and hits Luke with the Fire Rain! MJ picks up the chair, ready to use it on Luke but gets whips from behinds by Joey Miles! And he hits the Excellence in Motion on MJ Bell! He doesn’t stop there though as Luke is back to his feet and Joey grapples up, taking advantage, and nails the Fade Away on Wisia, turning it into a koji clutch submission! Luke has nowhere to go and is stuck in the middle of the ring with no hope of breaking the hold! Joey Miles locks in the clutch harder and Wisia is trying to scratch his way from the hold, but it’s no good. Out of nowhere, MJ smacks Joey Miles in the face with the steel chair, breaking the hold, and causing him to rolls backwards in pain. He raises up to a gushing bloody nose and the referee signals the bell for the elimination! ELIMINATED: JOEY MILES MJ shows no emotion to the announcement of the elimination, but slightly turns her head towards Luke, who is in pain in the middle of the ring and still trying to reconnect himself. BRIAN MASON: MJ Bell with the first elimination! Now it’s just her and Luke Wisia. JERMAINE MARKS: Joey Miles almost had that dude crying like a baby. Only a matter of time before MJ breaks him. RANDY THE PILOT: I think MJ can be the definition of this division if she wants it. Wisia starts slapping the mat with both hands before standing up and turning to MJ holding the bloodied up chair. Luke smiles, but MJ does not. He bids his time and eventually Bell takes a wild swing at him, getting the chair caught on the ropes and Luke runs forward, grabs her by both legs, and throws her over the top rope to the outside. Before MJ can get back to her feet, Luke has already springboarded from the top rope with a slingshot summersault plancha! Wisia’s body goes full force into Bell, putting them both hard against the barricade! JERMAINE MARKS: Wait…. WHAT! When the fuck he do some kinda move like that? BRIAN MASON: He is part of the Bank’s family, Jermaine. Common sense tells you that he has Felicity and Brandon to teach him a few things. Both competitors are still on the outside, and both in pain from hitting the barricade. Surprisingly, MJ is the first to reach her feet near the steel steps and Luke runs forward with a shoulder tackle, but MJ moves and he bounces hard into the steel post. While he is down, MJ uses the barrier to connect with a sunset flip, causes Luke to yell out in pain. She starts to choke out Luke with the apron, but lets go and slide back into the ring and just stands there in a uninterested manner. Luke finally gathers himself and slides back in with the chair that MJ was using earlier. He drops it as MJ runs forward and ducks under the way of a dropkick, bounces off the roles and returns with a flying forearm, but MJ reverses that as well. They both come at each other full steam again after another rope bounce and Luke goes overtop with a tornado kick, while MJ baseball slides under. Wisia connects solid with the referee instead and sends him stumbling through the middle ropes! RANDY THE PILOT: Referee down! This seems to surprise Wisia as he is watching the aftermath from the ropes. He turns around to get his mind back into the match, but it’s too late. MJ now has the chair and smacks him in the face with it! Luke falls, but MJ drops the chair and catches him, throwing him into an armdrag and sends him face first into the post! He falls onto his back in the middle of the ring and blood is clearly coming from his mouth. He snorts his nose and a bubble of blood hits the mat, but MJ isn’t done with him. She dives down and pulls him in for the Final Rest sleeper. Luke crawls forward, spitting up blood from the open wound in his mouth all over MJ Bell, using his fingernails to crawl away towards the corner. He reaches out and grabs the ropes with both hands, but MJ doesn’t release the hold. Wisia is wildly thrashing his head about, causing blood to go everywhere. BRIAN MASON: What’s the crowd stirring about? The fans become loud and start to cause a commotion as someone is seen running through the crowd. It was enough a stir to cause MJ to release the hold and look in that direction. As she takes her eyes off the match, Luke jumps forward with a downward spiral STO, close enough to the ropes to cause MJ to roll outside afterwards. The referee begins to regain himself and when he does, the first person he sees is Bell covered in Luke’s blood as he crawls around the side of the ring, signaling the bell for the elimination. JERMAINE MARKS: The referee is back and he now sees that MJ Bell has had this match won. The referee talks to the announcer and takes a seat in some pain as they announce the outcome of the match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…. LUKEEE WISSSIAAA! ELIMINATED: MJ BELL RANDY THE PILOT: What. The. Fuck….? BRIAN MASON: The referee thought it was MJ’s blood, not Luke’s! Luke Wisia is hanging over the tope rope as the fans yell and scream at him. He’s nodding his head with a cocky smile and spits blood towards the crowd. The fans in the front row are throwing gestures and shit talking his way, but he just nods his head at them and says “That’s right!” while continuing to take in the hate. WINNER: LUKE WISIA (17:34) Just as Luke leaves the ring, there’s someone else who hops over the barrier and grabs MJ Bell, throwing her back first into the barrier. JERMAINE MARKS: Where the hell Nina Stokes come from? BRIAN MASON: That must’ve been who the crowd was getting antsy about earlier. It almost cost MJ the match… Well, considering whatever you pick in the multiple things of how MJ was screwed out there. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh… She is takin’ it to MJ right now… Nina now has MJ by the hair and throws her over and over and over into the barricade. Then she dropkicks MJ into the steel steps as they burst apart. MJ just seems to be taking it all in and not reacting as she lays on the ground in somberness. Nina isn’t done as she lifts MJ up and suplexes her back first onto the barrier and she goes tumbling into the crowd. They clear way as Nina looks like a loose cannon, jumping up on the barrier and spearing MJ back down to the concrete whenever she finds her feet. She continues to not fight back, but take the whipping that Nina is giving her as she pulls MJ up by the hair and DDT’s here on the concrete, causing MJ to bust open and begin to bleed. Nina throws herself onto MJ and starts throwing a bunch of wild punches. While she is connecting with haymakers, MJ continues to lay there. Nina still has a fire in her as she grabs MJ by the hair and starts to slam her head off the concrete underneath, hoping up to her feet and pacing whenever she felt like she was done. BRIAN MASON: I guess a little revenge is in session? Nina now has MJ bleeding and Bell just seems to be… taking it? RANDY THE PILOT: I dunno why she ain’t fighting back, man. MJ runs a hand over her face and looks at the blood, but Nina delivers a series of kicks to the midsection, then pulls her back to her feet by the hair again. The crowd begins to get behind Nina, but they seem confused also to why MJ is being so somber. Nina drives a hard knee right into MJ’s face, causing her to stumble down to one knee. She then suplexes MJ into a crowd of people, as they scurry and she crashes through the steel chairs. JERMAINE MARKS: MJ attacked Nina with her own belt last Defiance… And Nina just uses her environment to picks MJ apart. The camera cuts back to MJ laying in the wreckage of chairs as Nina watches on. Bell doesn’t stir, just stares up to the sky. The scene fades away and zooms out as Nina takes a few steps back to see the damage done. ![]() As the scene fades in the backstage area which was more like the superstar’s tent area Lance Winters is seen walking back wearing a pair of thong sandals, swimming trunks and his cut. He looks around through his sunglasses until he spots his tag team partner’s signature purple cover. He smirks and makes his way over. Without warning Lance pulls back the curtain and snatches off his sunglasses. LANCE WINTERS: HERE’S LANCEY?! The camera pans inside and Xavier is seen laying down face first in the sand…..Snoring? LANCE WINTERS: Xavier? What in the hell… Lance looks as if he’s going to panic. He looks back and forth. LANCE WINTERS: Shit. SHIT. SHIT! Winters then flips Xavier over and starts to do chest compressions. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t you die on me! DON’T YOU DARE DIE ON ME BLOUSE! He then begins to lower down to try and breath in Xavier mouth but Xavier’s eyes snapped open and he took a large breath, before he started coughing and sputtering sand as he sat up. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Who… wha..? He looks around in a daze, clearly out of it from passing out as he tried to make sense of where he was. Finally, Xavier looks over at Lance, just now noticing his presence. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Lance… ? What’re you doing in my tent..? And why am I on the ground? Trying to stand up, Xavier immediately was on the ground a second later, yelping out in agony as his braced knee gave out from underneath him. Lance quickly helps him back up and sits him down in his chair. LANCE WINTERS: Thought you fucking DIED ON ME. Jesus Christ. Lance runs his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath trying his best to calm down. LANCE WINTERS: Goddamn boy what in the hell is going on with you!? FUCK. You know got this match tonight? IT’S THE FUCKING FINALS. We in this and we get to face them A.S.H. boys for THE CALIFORNIA GOLD. Lance looks down at Xavier’s knee. LANCE WINTERS: That thing bothering you? Xavier nods, wincing as he tries to move the heavily damaged knee, only for it to to explode in pain once again. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: M’not taking anything for it… not allowed since… He was forced to pause as he let out a muffled groan of pain. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Since the damned trial started. I have to get routinely tested before and after I compete while it’s going on, and probably after. Looking up at his partner, XAD’s face hid none of the misery he felt at the moment. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I’m starting to fall apart here, Lance. I can barely walk around on it, let alone wrestle. LANCE WINTERS: Christ… Lance looks away from Xavier for a moment. He thinks so to himself and sighs. LANCE WINTERS: Why are you just now FUCKING telling me? The Prez balls up a fist. He raises it but releases it and rubs his cheeks. He then looks back over to his partner. LANCE WINTERS: You know I could of got you some shit right? HELL I COULD of got some kid out here to LEND YOU SOME PISS. Despite the pain he’s in, Xavier manages to glare up at Lance. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Because the tests are random and I didn’t want THIS kinda thing to happen? I thought I could gut through the tournament and be alright! Sighing to himself, XAD runs a hand through his face as he looks down at the sandy ground. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: So… what do we do now? I’m on one good leg and woozy… and we’ve got a match to win. LANCE WINTERS: WELL I’LL TELL YOU ONE THING BUB we’re not going to fucking quit. FUCK THAT. Lance groans and places his hands on his hips. LANCE WINTERS: SHIT! He then shrugs his shoulders. LANCE WINTERS: This is gonna be the part where you fucking HOW MUCH HEART you got in that chest of yours. AND how much you truly want to WIN yourself some damn gold in this company. Xavier said nothing for a second or two, frowning at the ground as he took in Lance’s words. Slowly, the frown turned into a determined look as he tried to pull himself up, ignoring the erupting pain in his knee as he looked up at Lance. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I want it. I want the gold. I’ve scratched and clawed for over a year for it… I can’t stop now, can I? Winters grins and pats him on the shoulder. He shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: NOPE. Now c’mon...We got a tournament to win. Lance leads them out of the tent. LANCE WINTERS: Out of the way, REAPER RAIN COMING THROUGH. The scene then slowly fades away as Xavier chuckles shaking his head. ![]() The scene returns to Ashley Sullivan still tied down to the cot hidden away somewhere backstage. Although it is not as much as before, she has not given up the fight of struggling to break free of the straps around her wrists and ankles. It still has not gotten her any closer to getting loose though. It is the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere off camera that causes her to stop for a moment before thrashing around with a renewed fury, now with her eyes clenched shut as she understandably could not stomach to even look at Luke drawing close to her this helpless and vulnerable again. Her muffled protests are met with footsteps. They sound hurried, not the cocky slow pace of Luke. After a couple seconds, Colton Sterling runs into view before he kneels down beside his girlfriend to pull the bandana from her mouth to leave it hanging down around her neck. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Don't you fucking touch me you piece of shit! COLTON STERLING: It's me, Ash! Now stop fighting and let it be easier to get you out of this! Ashley stutters in disbelief but also relieved to see him as he undoes the straps around her wrists to free her arms. She sits up immediately and goes to pull her pants back up to her waist as Colton goes down to her feet to work at the straps around her ankles. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Where is he? He said he'd be back... We have to go. Ashley looks around panicked as if she were expecting Luke to appear out of no where to attack her again before Colton can finish freeing her. Her legs get free though and she quickly rolls off of the cot and moves away from Colton. Extremely disoriented and still feeling the stinging pain of the belt being whipped against her body, Ashley cringes as she holds a hand over her stomach and walks around in circles confused as to where to go. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Have to go. Have to go. Colton moves to her quickly and grabs her by the shoulders trying to make her snap out of her daze. She starts to fight and push against his chest but stops at the sound of his voice. COLTON STERLING: Ash! Look at me! Ashley looks at him for a long moment, her face a mess of make up and tears, before clutching his shoulders tightly and burying her face into his chest. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I hate him, Colt! I HATE HIM!!! COLTON STERLING: I know, baby. I know. Wrapping his arms around her, Colton walks her shakily out of the camera's view, a massive look of anger on his face, before the scene fades out. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jun 6 2015, 09:14 PM Post #4 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is a no disqualifications match set for one fall! 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 with a big smirk on his face, waving Brick McCleary. Brick comes out of the curtain pushing a fifteen foot high cross with chains bolted onto it. Billy Joe sees Brick struggling to push the cross down the ramp and decides to step next to Brick and pushes the cross with him. BRIAN MASON: What… What the hell is that?! JERMAINE MARKS: Look like a big ass cross, fam. Brick and Billy push the cross all the way down the entrance ramp, moving it over to the side of the ring with the commentators table. We're taking down the zog machine Jew by jew by jew The white man marches on Billy and Brick let out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Brick turns his head and looks at the cross as Billy Joe walks up the steps and onto the apron, looking out at the ruckus Ft. Lauderdale crowd. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Gainesville, Georgia… He is one half of the HKW Tag Team Champions of the World… BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK… MCCCCCCCLEARY! Brick lets out his own “WAHOOOOOOO!!!” as he slides into the ring and walks over to Billy Joe. Billy Joe smacks Brick in the face, yelling “YOU GON KILL THAT WITCH” in his face repeatedly as the two wait on Felicity Banks, peeking over their shoulders to look at the large cross near the announcers table. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent… "Heeeeeeeeeeyo, here comes the danger up in this club When we get started we ain't gon' stop This is your last warning, a courtesy call" "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year a mixed reaction as the lights dimmer down and gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the lighting on the beach beginning to flicker on and off. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp. "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the beach as the "Queen of Pro Wrestling" 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 directly at Billy Joe and Brick, holding up one finger with her right hand, and waving someone to come out with the other. JERMAINE MARKS: The hell she wavin’ to? Not even a second after Felicity began waving her hand, a group of people from Hispanics, to the Japanese, all the way to Indian people of the world come out onto the stage and up behind Felicity. Billy and Brick look ready to throw up as they lay eyes on the minorities standing behind Felicity. BRIAN MASON: Well this is certainly a first! A group of… minorities! JERMAINE MARKS: I done seen it all and I only been here three shows. I have lived, slime. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, turns her head and smiles at the group of people behind her, and slowly starts pacing down the ramp. She turns her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances over her shoulder, looking back at the group behind her. She smiles, turns around and walks up the steel steps with a bit of pep in her step. "WHISPER VIPERI: Accompanied to the ring by the people of the World… From Jersey City, New Jersey. She is the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year... THE SULLEN ANGEL.... THE QUEEN B.... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles, not stopping until the chorus to her theme music kicked in. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for them to bow down to her - to which some oblige. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Once seated, Felicity reaches down to her wrist and grabs an armband with the letters "ML" on it, pulls it up to her bicep. She looks at her guests at ringside, then over at Brick and Billy Joe with a grin on her face as she waits for the opening bell. RANDY THE PILOT: Fel just brought out all the people A.S.H hate more than her, yo. I can’t believe this shit. BRIAN MASON: There’s a first time for everything, Randy! ![]() DING DING DING! The opening bell tolls but Brick McCleary is still losing his mind about the minorities at ringside. Felicity stares at the big, wooden cross brought out to ringside by the members of A.S.H, but shifts her focus over to Billy Joe McCleary. She starts walking to the side of the ring that Billy was on, but Brick comes out of nowhere and quickly spears Felicity down. He tries to mount overtop of her, but Felicity uses her small frame to wriggle herself out from underneath Brick, standing up to her feet and catching him with a stiff sidekick to the back of the head. Brick stumbles forward closer to the ropes, and Felicity was right there to kick him in the back of the head again, this time knocking Brick out of the ring. Brick slaps the mat in frustration and kicks the protective guardrail on the outside, Billy Joe McCleary rushing over to Brick and whispering something in his ear. Felicity waves Brick on and yells for him to get back in the ring, but Brick has his attention set on the cross that was brought out by A.S.H while he listens to Billy Joe. RANDY THE PILOT: You ever wonder what those guys talk about? BRIAN MASON: Nope. JERMAINE MARKS: Nah. Billy continues whispering something in Brick’s ear, Felicity getting sick of waiting. She breathes out a sigh, shrugs, and then bounces off the ropes and dives to the outside with a lowrope suicide dive, connecting with Brick and just missing Billy Joe! Brick nearly falls over the protective barricade as Felicity pops up to her feet, Billy Joe McCleary looking ready to attack. Felicity motions for Billy Joe to bring it, angering the manager of A.S.H some as he points at the minorities brought to the ring by Felicity. BRIAN MASON: I still can’t believe she came to the ring with...a bunch of minorities! RANDY THE PILOT: Fel knows how to piss someone off. It’s that simple. Felicity’s guests stand behind her as she continues to egg Billy Joe on. Instead of attacking, Billy Joe screams for Brick to get up, but Felicity immediately goes right in on the attack. She hits Brick with a forearm shiver before she slides him back in the ring, bending down to look under the ring. She pulls out a trashcan lid and slides in the ring. She tosses the lid up in the air, and patiently waits for Brick to get up. JERMAINE MARKS: Almost forgot this shit was no dq. RANDY THE PILOT: THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET MESSY! Brick slowly starts getting back up to his feet, and when he turns around, Felicity leaps in the air and smashes the trashcan lid over Brick’s head, knocking the tag team champion right back to the ground! She throws the dented trash can lid to the side, spins Brick on his back, and makes the cover. ONE! TW---NO! Billy Joe McCleary reaches into the ring and pulls Felicity off Brick before the referee’s two count. Billy Joe looks proud of what he’s done as he spins around in a circle and begins cursing off the minorities at ringside. Felicity shoots Billy Joe the evil bitch face, and starts heading toward the ropes, but Brick sneaks up behind her, lifts her up, and slams her over his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Felicity immediately favors her back as Billy Joe screams “WAHHOOO” on the outside, getting a rise out of Brick. Brick stomps down at Felicity’s hand before he exits the ring and gets face to face with one of the Hispanic men on the outside. JERMAINE MARKS: This redneck ain’t about to hit this dude, is he? BRIAN MASON: Hope not. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. JERMAINE MARKS: Lawsuit?! That nigga probably got his whole family here right now! And there’s prolly like eleven huned of em. Brick grins and walks away from the man, making his way over to the timekeeper's area to grab a steel chair. He slides in the ring with it, but Felicity was back to her feet and Bank Shot the chair right back into Brick’s face, knocking him out of the ring, and seemingly out cold! With Brick down, Felicity runs to the other side of the ring and slides out right behind Billy Joe McCleary! Billy swings wildly with a right hand, but Felicity ducks underneath it and hits Billy with a jawbreaker, followed by the Space Jam DDT on the outside! BRIAN MASON: That’s what she’s been waiting on! A chance to get her hands on Billy Joe! RANDY THE PILOT: She just knocked out two members of the McCleary family in under a minute! Felicity smiles brightly and throws her arms up in the air, a chorus of cheers escaping the crowd. With Billy Joe grounded, Felicity turns around and gives a high five to a couple of the minorities she brought out with her before she runs around the ring, and takes the recovering Brick McCleary back down with a running front dropkick! Felicity scrambles back up to her feet and looks over at the announce desk, an evil gleam in her eye. RANDY THE PILOT: Fel...no! JERMAINE MARKS: What she thinkin’, fam? Felicity walks over to the announce desk and begins clearing the top of it, throwing Jermaine’s iPAD into the crowd, along with Randy’s bag of Doritos, and Brian Mason’s glasses! JERMAINE MARKS: Yo, you owe me a new one of them! RANDY THE PILOT: You owe me a bag of doritos! BRIAN MASON: I can’t see! Once the table was cleared, Felicity turns her attention back to Brick, but Brick reaches up with his hand, grabs Felicity’s trunks and pulls her throat first into the apron! Felicity drops to one knee, holding her throat, and Brick was right there to deliver a one hand facebuster to the former world champion. With Felicity immobilized, Brick rushes over toward Billy Joe and helps him get back to his feet. Billy shoves Brick away and points at the cross, telling Brick to smash Felicity face off it. RANDY THE PILOT: Knew that cross was out here for a reason. BRIAN MASON: Well obviously, Randy. I don’t think they brought it here for decoration. JERMAINE MARKS: I’m just waiten’ on them Japanese fools or them Mexican fools to attack Billy or Brick, slime. Brick nods his head vigorously at Billy Joe and screams at the minorities behind them, telling them to “take ya ass to the back!” repeatedly as he walks around the ring and back to Felicity. Brick grins as he looks at the cleared off announce desk, and then over at the cross, a wicked idea in his mind. RANDY THE PILOT: We might need some new furniture soon… Brick lifts Felicity up to a vertical base, slouches her over, and starts pummeling away with clubbing rights right to Felicity’s back. After four shots, Brick lifts Felicity up and slams her on the announce desk! Surprisingly it doesn’t break, but that’s exactly what Brick wanted as he looks over at the cross and begins scaling it like a monkey. JERMAINE MARKS: I’ma guess I should move, right? BRIAN MASON: Right. MOVE! Brick climbs up and swings himself up to the hand of the cross, now standing directly on top of it, nearly fifteen feet in the air! Brick looks over at Billy Joe who gives him and encouraging thumbs up. Brick shifts his focus back to Felicity, measures her up, and then blocks his nose before he cannonballs off the top of the cross… RANDY THE PILOT: INCOMING! Brick falls from the sky, but Felicity moves off the table and into safety, causing Brick to crash land through the table!! Brick immediately clutches at his back as Felicity smirks, pointing at her head, showing that she was playing possum. She looks over at Billy Joe and gives him an innocent wave of the hand before she walks up to Brick and drags him out of the wreckage. She musters up all her strength and pulls Brick up to his feet, just enough to slide him back in the ring. Once Brick is in the ring, Felicity hops onto the apron and begins perching up to the top rope, patiently waiting for her opponent to get back to his feet. Billy Joe tries to jump on the apron, but Felicity’s guests pull him down and get right in his face, stopping him dead in his tracks! JERMAINE MARKS: Why these niggas fuckin’ around? Ain’t they worried about bein’ deported? BRIAN MASON: They’re making sure this contest stays between Brick and Felicity! That’s it! JERMAINE MARKS: Man, I ain’t complainen’ bout that. I just don’t think any of these niggas got a green card, and we like two huned miles away from border patrol! RANDY THE PILOT: … Am I the only one who’s noticing that we ain’t got a table out here! And I ain’t got my doritos! Felicity watches Billy Joe go back and forth with her guests before she turns her attention to a now standing Brick McCleary. She soars off the top turnbuckle, and connects with her patent “QueeKNEE” flying knee strike! Felicity rolls through after the move and crawls right toward Brick to make the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Brick manages to throw a shoulder off the mat and breaks the pinfall before the referee gets down for the three. Felicity drives another knee into Brick’s face before standing up and catching a quick breather at the corner turnbuckle. BRIAN MASON: Felicity almost getting that three count right there. Brick able to break it though. He rolls to his knee and stands up as Felicity strikes with a roundhouse kick, but Brick barely ducks underneath and grabs her by the leg on the way up, lifting it up and throwing her down with a one armed backdrop. He is woozy getting to his feet, but struts over to Felicity and lifts her back to her feet by her hair. He whips her into the ropes, goes for a spear, but Banks leapfrogs over him, back into the ropes again. This time on the return, Felicity strikes back with a jumping DDT. Brick hits the mat with an impact, but Felicity fives for the pin. Brick with the quick roll up, but Banks is quicker to break it before the count. Felicity rolls back to her feet, but Brick is already standing, waiting, and throws himself forward with a massive shoulder block, putting Banks back down on her back. He lifts her up, whips her into the ropes, and nails a tornado DDT of his own to Felicity. Brick walks over to the ropes, ignoring a pin, and starts cussing at the fans booing him. JERMAINE MARKS: Nice pair of DDTs. Brick gettin’ the capitalization. Felicity is back to her feet and goes for the fameasser while Brick is distracted by the crowd, but he manages to weasel his way out from underneath the move and clothesline Felicity over the top rope. He paces around the ring, yelling at her to get back in, but she starts to walk around the ropes trying to find a weakness. She slides in and Brick starts to beat her down with wild punches and kicks, making Felicity consider rolling back out, but she takes the fight to Brick instead. She pulls his down into a headclutch and starts deliver a series of knees to Brick’s face, making him fall to mat close to the turnbuckle. Then Felicity begins to climb as the fans cheer her on. She pauses at the top rope, takes a breath, then launches herself forward with a moonsault! Brick throws his knees up at the last moment and Banks lands stomach first onto them, completely taking the wind out of her. Bank thrashes around on the mat in some pain after Brick manages to reverse the moonsault. He crawls forward and pulls in Felicity for a pin as he hooks both legs. ONE! TWO TH-NOOOOOO! Felicity uses her legs to break the pin as Brick starts to slap the mat with both hands in frustration. Banks rolls towards the ropes, still holding her gut from the hard move earlier, but Brick is back to his feet and raging. He bumps heads with the referee some as his voice carries across the open air, but the referee gets away before Brick loses it. RANDY THE PILOT: I dunno how Felicity was able to kick out after that. She looked like she could barely breathe. BRIAN MASON: Brick isn’t happy about it either. If he isn’t careful, he going to get hit with that DQ. JERMAINE MARKS: He don’t care, bruh. Brick takes his focus off the referee though and turns towards Felicity, who is using the ropes to gather herself back to her feet. Billy Joy hops onto the ropes while Felicity is close and begins to scream at her, but the minorities back down to the outside mat! Brick takes a couple of looks over at what’s going on with Billy Joe, but keeps his attention on Felicity. He lifts her up into a back suplex, but she reverses it and lands on her feet, hitting Brick McCleary with red mist to the eyes while the minorities are keeping Billy Joe at bay. Brick can’t find himself and staggered around the ring, yelling and blind, trying to see. Then Felicity runs forward with a Felony II crucifix driver while Brick is unable to control what’s going on! She stumbles away some, but throws herself forward for the pin while Brick is down and Billy Joe is distracted. The referee drops down for the count. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall…. FELICITYYYY BANKKSSSS!! JERMAINE MARKS: Good thing Fel had some back up to deal with Brick’s back up. RANDY THE PILOT: Chances are Billy Joe woulda got involved anyway, DQ or not. They’re just out to make Fel’s life a living hell. BRIAN MASON: Hard to do that when Felicity is getting the win through the adversity though! She strikes back in her own fashion tonight. Felicity immediately exits the ring, getting out of harm's way as Billy Joe storms the ring looking as angry ever. He pulls on his hair as Felicity walks up the entrance ramp with a smirk on her face, wiping the fake tears from her eyes. The minorities point and laugh at Billy Joe and the downed Brick before lifting Felicity over their shoulders and carrying her back to the back while Billy Joe screams “THIS AIN’ OVER!” repeatedly. WINNER VIA PINFALL - FELICITY BANKS (15:54) ![]() As we cut to the backstage area once more, Colton Sterling is seen storming through the halls, still wearing his ring gear and that same scowl he had on his face when he found Ash. He brushes past a few of the unknown wrestlers on the roster, even bumping shoulders with one of them and knocking them down onto the ground, before eyeing the nearest backstage worker and rushing over to him. COLTON STERLING: Where is Luke Wisia’s locker room?! BACKSTAGE WORKER: Um...I....um.... Sterling takes a step forward and grabs the man’s shirt before pinning him into the nearby wall, clearly getting frustrated that he wasn’t getting the answer he wanted. COLTON STERLING: WHERE. IS. THAT. LITTLE. SHIT’S. LOCKER ROOM?! The backstage worker begins stammering before he finally responds. BACKSTAGE WORKER: Just around the right corner over here. B-But I gotta tell you, he left right after his match. Colton lets out a deep sigh before he lets go of the backstage worker and walks off, still clearly frustrated. He heads towards the direction of Luke’s locker room, turning the corner, before almost immediately stopping in his tracks when he looks up. There’s an even sourer look that appears on his face as the camera quickly pans over to show Heath Harper standing on the other side, a smug look on his face. COLTON STERLING: Really just about the worst time for you to be appearing in my crosshairs, Heath. After all, I still haven’t forgotten about you despite this whole Luke mess that’s been going on. You see, I’ve already got big plans for both you and Tank, but right now? As frustrated as I am? As pissed off as I am? I’d rather decapitate you right now and be done with you. Colt looks around before looking back at Heath. COLTON STERLING: And I know Tank’s around here somewhere. You wouldn’t have that big grin on your face if he wasn’t. Hell, you wouldn’t even have the balls to be standing even this close to me without knowing that you got some protection, you little bitch. So, bring Tank out and I can finish what I’m setting out to do right now instead of at Darkness Falls. HEATH HARPER: Tank isn't here right now, something about new food being served at the catering table. Care to come join me for a talk buddy to buddy? Heath starts laughing as he glares over at Colton. HEATH HARPER: You lay a hand on me though, you'll be sorry. I'll have you taking down quicker than your girlfriend opens her legs. Now smirking, Heath stands there waiting for what Colton would do. Colton’s fists clench and his jaw tightens as the mention of his girlfriend seems to bring an even bigger rise out of him. COLTON STERLING: Your insults get worse and worse as the weeks progress. It’s almost like you’ve finally run out of them and are just trying so hard to act like you’re not scared. But I know people like you, Heath Harper. I’ve dealt with people like you constantly. You’re nothing more than a little man who needs others to do his work for him because he’s not strong enough, mentally, physically, or really in any way. You’re a certified pussy and right now, I see no reason for as to why I shouldn’t come over there and bash your goddamn skull in. Because right now, after everything that’s happened, that would be fucking THERAPEUTIC. Sterling takes a step forward, but Harper raises his hand, stopping him in his tracks. HEATH HARPER: You wait just a minute. You better not touch me because I have a date with two pretty ladies tonight. I don't want to have to have your blood on me, does havoc for my beautiful skin. He takes a step or two back still with his hand up as he makes it clear for Colton to not to take another step. Colt lets out a scoff. COLTON STERLING: My blood, huh? Well, I guess you better cancel that date, because- Colton doesn’t even finish his sentence as he charges in on Heath before tackling the smaller man to the ground! Colt quickly mounts himself on top of Heath and begins to pull at his right ear, trying to tear it off with one hand, while using his right to wildly swing at the rest of Heath’s head. The fighting is eventually broken up by Tank, who enters the shot with his hands filled with food, before realizing Heath’s in trouble. He sets his food down before grabbing Colt’s head from behind and whipping him into the nearest wall. Colt’s body collides with the wall and everything goes quiet for a second...before he quickly springs forward and goes right after Tank! Colt’s repeatedly driving his fist into the body of Tank, but Tank is fighting back by drilling Colt in the back repeatedly. Eventually, Heath comes in and knees Colt in the ribs, forcing him to stop the punching and allowing Heath to headbutt him. Tank then hoists the dazed Sterling up onto his shoulder before dropping him with #TankSmash, leaving Colton lying on the ground, writhing in pain as Tank gets to his feet and gets slapped on the back from Heath, who looks pleased at their work. HEATH HARPER: Told you that you'd be sorry if you laid a hand on me. Tank grab your food and let's get out of here. I have a date to prepare for later and we need to plan for Darkness Falls. Tank grabs his food and just hits the #TankShrug before munching away as Heath and he walk of leaving Colton laying on the floor. Once they’re out of the shot, Colt rolls over onto all fours and lets out multiple coughs before looking towards the direction they left in. COLTON STERLING: Keep running! I swear to you, I’m going to make you pay! Another long round of coughing from the former No Limits champion. COLTON STERLING: God dammit... Colton rolls over onto his back as he tries to catch his breath, the scene slowly fading out as we head somewhere else. ![]() The scene fades back at ringside with Whisper Viperi in the ring. She smiles at the crowd going crazy and nods before lifting the mic up to her lips. WHISPER VIPERI: The next match is thee Lethal Lottery Tag Team Tournament Finals! The crowd pops after the announcement of the match. 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: And his partner....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. RANDY THE PILOT: REAPER RAINNNNN! Oh yeah this is their time bruh I can feel it. JERMAINE MARKS: Look at you finna jinx em. Haha gone head. Do you slime. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen.....standing six feet tall....weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds.....originally from Whiting, Iowa and now fighting out of Camp Nightfall in Moberly, Missouri....this is...NIGHTBRINGER...RYAN...COREY!!!!! 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. “Born Again Menace" by Roger Robinson plays and is everyone immediately rises to their feet to greet Zakk Lewis. Normally Zakk would have walked out onto the stage by the time his music started playing but for some odd reason it was taking him longer than normal. Minutes go by and the young Lewis brother walks out on to the stage holding his head as the fans greet him. He shakes his head trying to shake whatever it was off. He then begins to make his way down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Brooklyn, New York! ZA----Oh my God?! Zakk passes out in the middle of the ramp! BRIAN MASON: What the? Medics! Lance Winters immediately hops out of the ring rushing towards Zakk along with Ryan Corey. Lance sits the unconcious former Reaper up slapping him in the face a few times trying to wake him up. Ryan shakes is head as Zakk doesn't wake up. He looks up. RYAN COREY: Where are the goddamn medics!? Dr. Galloway and a few of his staff come rushing down the ramp to check on Zakk. Gallloway orders Winters and Corey to step back. Lance seems reluctant to do so. Corey has to hold Lance back. Lance tries to push past Corey but he just shakes his head and watches on. Zakk is then placesd on a gurney and is carted out with the fans having to watch. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn slime what the hell just happened? BRIAN MASON: I don't know. Beats me JC. Does this match still happen or what? RANDY THE PILOT: Shit bruh...I hope Zakk aight. After Zakk is carted back Pinson comes down to the ring and Lee goes over to talk to him. Redford nods and looks over to the three men in the ring informing them the match must go on. He then calls for the bell. ![]() Ryan looks ready to go even though Zakk isn't in his corner. Lance tries to go for him first but Xavier pleads with Winters to go first. XAD winces a little bit but assures Winters that he can fight. Lance nods and exits the ring allowing Xavier to face off against Ryan first. Corey circles around the stagnant Daniels and hooks up with him in the middle of the ring. Ryan shoves Xavier to the back after noticing how much weaker he was than him. Ryan looks back to Lance a bit concerned as if he was wondering if this was a good idea. Xavier calls out to Corey. As Corey turns back to Xavier he is hit with a Single Leg Dropkick. The crowd pops as they see Xavier is for sure ready to be on a show for them in this match despite being hurt. Ryan gets up holding his jaw and nods. He then locks back up with Xavier in the center of the ring. He then switches behind Xavier with his arms around his waist. He quickly hits a release German Suplex and pops back up charging towards Daniels, not giving him the chance to get back up to his feet as he hits a running elbow strike. BRIAN MASON: Xavier looks to be a bit off his game tonight guys. But when it comes to Ryan Corey, even with his tag team partner out of this he's spot on. JERMAINE MARKS: Cause Ryan old crusty ass knows he don't win this shit he out of a chance to win some gold in his piece of shit career slime. That damn match with Joey Miles was probably the highlight of his entire life slime. One hunnad. Corey grabs the hair of XAD to get him back up to his feet. He then punches him several times before Irish whipping him into the ropes. He sprints towards XAD and dives for his already injured knee. Xavier holds onto his knee in agonizing pain as he cries out. Lance tries to get in the ring but he is stopped by Redford. Ryan Corey pays Lance no mind and stomps on Xavier's knee. He then drops an elbow on it and pulls it back to crank on it. Lee asks Xavier if he wants to quit but he refuses. Ryan cranks more on the leg. Xavier reaches for the ropes but he's too far from them He then begins to knee Ryan in the back of the head until his leg is freed. After Ryan let's go of the leg he holds the back of his head and goes to punch Xavier. But no, Daniels moves rolls out of the ring just in time to avoid it. Xavier hops over to the barricade holding onto his knee wincing in pain. He tries to shake it off but no use, his knee is shot to shit at this point and Ryan cranking it as much as he was didn't help any. Ryan gets up to his feet and sees XAD outside the ring. He hits the ropes and sprints across the ring to dive between the ropes and crashes into Xavier after hitting a Suicide Dive! Ryan hypes up the crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: Just when you thought Xavier was right back in this, Ryan comes over to bring him right back down. Damn bruh. This might be the end of Reaper Rain. JERMAINE MARKS: Haha, that nigga thought he was same slime. Fuck outta here with that shit! He picks Daniels back up and tosses him into the ring but before he could get back in the ring he is blasted from the side by Lance Winters. The crowd boos but some cheer for the RIP President. He then slides back into the ring and checks on Xavier. He leans over listening to him and nods. Lee tries to tell him to get out of the ring but Lance ignores Redford and shoves him off to the side before dragging Xavier over to their corner. Lance then gets out the ring and tags himself in. BRIAN MASON: I guess Lance is taking matters into his own hands? Lance then makes his way over to the ropes where Ryan Corey is seen trying to use to get himself up. Winters reaches over the ropes and pulls Ryan up onto the ring apron by his hair. Lance then hits a stunner on Ryan Corey driving his throat into the ropes. Corey falls back outside the ring holding onto this throat. Lance quickly slides out of the ring and picks Ryan back up and throws him into the ring. Lance follows behind him and calls for Ryan to get back up while pacing back and forth. Ryan slowly begins to get back up still holding his throat. The two circle one another. Ryan goes to lock up with Winters but instead he is met with a stiff jab. Corey stumbles back and then hits Winters with a punch of his own. Lance stumbles back and chuckles a little after being hit. The two middle aged men begin to trade shots in the middle of the ring going blow for blow. The fans boo and cheer with each punch. Ryan Corey then kicks Lance in the midsection then proceeds to hit several Machine Gun Chops. Even with how bad the chops hurt and sting his chest, Lance laughs each time. Corey backs Lance into the corner still chopping away and then begins to hit several punching combinations. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn RC old ass giving it to this nigga slime?! BRIAN MASON: And this sick fuck just smiling. What in the hell? Ryan picks Lance up and sits him up on the top rope before places his feet outside the ropes. Corey climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and sets up for Superplex. He steps up to the top rope and....HITS THE SUPERPLEX! The fans erupt as Ryan crawls over for the cover! ONNNNNEEEEEE TTTTWWWWOOOOOKICKOUT!!!!!! Ryan can't believe that Lance kicked out. He mounts over Lance and begins to hit several Elbow Strikes in his head. He then stands up running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Lance a bit dazed begins to stir slowly while for some odd reason chuckling. After getting up to his feet he slowly turns in Ryan's direction only to be hit with the Shinkensen!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: SASSDWEFWEFWEF NIGGA WHAT IN THE FUCK?! HE JUST TURNED LANCE INSIDE OUT WITH THAT MUFUCKA SLIME?! Yeah it's over. This shit is fuckin' over. Finished. Lance lays there completely out of it. Ryan looks around to search where Xavier was but he was off to the side holding his knee still in pain. He smiles in confidence and hooks Lance's leg for the pin. ONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TTTTHHHHHHHKICKOUT!!!!!! Ryan sits up stunned as is the rest of the crowd! JERMAINE MARKS: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: LANCE KEEPING THE REAPER RAIN ALIVE! Corey looks over to Lee to make sure the count was right. He shakes his head in disbelief before getting back up to his feet. It takes Lance a while to get back up to his feet but as he does Ryan sprints back over trying to hit the Shinkensen again but this time Lance steps out of the way and throws Ryan into the still post of the corner turnbuckles. He falls to a knee still hurt from the first Shinkensen. He looks towards Ryan Corey who has clearly hurt himself running into the post and smiles. Winters looks back over to see if Xavier was okay or not. Nope. He was all in this himself and the Prez knew it. RANDY THE PILOT: What's Lance waiting for? This is his chance! Lance stays kneeled down for a moment then gets up to the feet. He walks over gingerly and reaches on arm over the rope and the other through them to grab a hold of Ryan Corey's head just to lock in the Crossface through the ropes. He pulls back on Corey's head as his neck is on the rope almost as hard as if he was trying to snap his head right off! Lee begins to give Lance a count down until he lets go. He eventually lets go at the last count but directly after he punches Corey in the face repeatedly and drives his head right back into the steel post. Lee pushes Lance back giving him a warning. Corey drops down to his knee with blood dripping from his nose. Lance pushes Lee aside and grabs a hold of Ryan setting up for his finisher.......DEATH TOLL! JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn slime, I think RC might be dead. Gonne be laying right next to Zakk sheep counting ass ina minute. Winters goes for the pin. ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE TTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: LANCE DID IT! REAPER RAIN STILL ALIVE BABY! Without celebrating or even acknowledging the win Lance slides out of the ring and helps XAD up to his feet. He then walks up the ramp as "Dance With The Devil" by. Breaking Benjamin blares through the PA System. WINNERS & DEFIANCE LETHAL LOTTERY TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT WINNERS: LANCE WINTERS & XAVIER ASHER DANIELS (18:32) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jun 6 2015, 09:23 PM Post #5 |
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![]() As the scene fades onto the beach Zero McHannon is seen being rowed in on the beach on a raft. The big yellow raft pulls up on the sand and a cuban man looks at Zero with a bit of a confused look on his face. Zero takes a hit of his cigarette, steps off the raft, and tests the sand underneath him as if were quicksand. He finally puts two feet out and turns back to the man who brought him the whole way there. ZERO MCHANNON: I appreciate the lift… Ah, um… Amigo? The man doesn’t look like he understands what he’s saying, giving him a blank look and holding out his hand as the world sign that he wanted money. Zero goes through his pockets and pulls out a hundred dollar bill, then searches for something a little smaller, but the cuban snatches the hundred out of his hands before he changes his mind. Zero just looks at him, takes a hit of his cig, and throws it into the sand below him. ZERO MCHANNON: Sure… Help yourself. Would’ve hated to see what you charged if I wanted to bring over a pack of family members. He ignores Zero and pushes off the sand, rowing back into the ocean. ZERO MCHANNON: With those prices, you probably got your own island around Cuba, don’t you!?! Asshole…. The cuban man lets out a laugh as he just rows away and leaves Zero behind. McHannon turns around and sees the security team making a passing, quickly ducking behind some nearby rocks so they wouldn’t see him on their patrols. He climbs the rock and starts to run across the top of it, jumping back down behind it and waits for the security team to make their swoop back through. Once they pass, Zero takes a chance and walks out towards the concession area. He stops at the nearest concession and picks up a hat, putting it on with security standing right behind him. Zero throws the little money does he does have left on him on the counter and then makes his way through the crowd, towards the backstage area. It seems like he is just roaming around with no sense of direction as he finally sees the tent labeled “Romeo Price” and strolls right in. Romeo stands there putting his coat on as he sees Zero walk in. ROMEO PRICE: Nice hat Mr. McHannon. Did you enjoy your ride? Hope you didn’t get too...wet? He chuckles. Zero takes off the hat and flips it over to see the front where it says: “YAWL”. Zero gives a small laugh as well and puts the hat back on. ZERO MCHANNON: The ride wasn’t the worst part. I think getting ripped off by the cuban who brought me over was the highlight. Anyway, now that I’m in, what exactly are we doing? I didn’t have the comfort of thinking ahead for a plan. Romeo walks pass Zero but not before saying… ROMEO PRICE: Come with me. Romeo leads Zero out of the tent and begins to make his way across to the owners’ tent area. ROMEO PRICE: We’re going to show stupid fuck just who he’s fucking with Mr. McHannon…. Out of no where five security guards come rushing over to Romeo and Zero. SECURITY GUARD 1: Hold on Mr. Price. Can you tell us who this man is? He isn’t authorized to be back here. SECURITY GUARD 2: Sir I’m going to have to ask you remove the hat. Romeo begins to button up his suit jacket as Zero slowly removes his hat looking towards security. The guards quickly reach for their clubs and Romeo chuckles. ROMEO PRICE: Seriously boys? Do you honestly want to have this issue with myself and Mr. McHannon? Do you really want to get between us and Bridges? Over what? Twenty bucks an hour? Hmph…..It is simply not worth the trouble gentlemen, believe me… Instead of taking the calm approach, Zero holds out his arms as if he is ready for a fight to break out. ZERO MCHANNON: If you want to fight over this, be my guests. I don’t mind a little dessert before the main course. Just know… If you pull out that club right now, we’re going to put all of you down. Not only does your wage not really cover that kind of problem, but do you want to rely on the health insurance? This is a fight you don’t want in the middle of… Back away while you still have the chance. Zero shrugs and continues the stare at the security team. ZERO MCHANNON: Or don’t. I’m fine with that option too. The five men look at one another and shake their heads. They step to the side and Romeo smirks. ROMEO PRICE: If you will excuse us… Romeo and Zero walk on by heading towards the owners’ tent. Romeo looks around trying to see if any of Capone’s men were near. None in sight. ROMEO PRICE: Good, he’s by himself. They stop at the entrance of the tent and Price looks over to Zero. ROMEO PRICE: Ready? Zero gives Romeo a blank expression. ZERO MCHANNON: After what happened in Miami, is that a serious question? He doesn’t wait on Romeo as he barges into the tent and lets him follow him in. Zero takes a few slow steps, looking around, but it’s clear that there’s no one inside the tent. He turns back around to Romeo and throws his hands up. ZERO MCHANNON: This was your bright idea? To stroll into an empty office? Mastermind thing right there, let me tell you. Zero then begins to eye up Romeo, walking more towards the center of the office. There’s a questionable look on his face as he keeps Romeo in his vision. ZERO MCHANNON: You trying to set me up….? A laugh is heard. Zero still keeping his eye on Romeo waiting for a response. ROMEO PRICE: Shut the hell up you fool...Listen… The laugh is heard again and Romeo looks straight to the desk in front of them. Zero then looks over hearing the laugh once again. The two begin to walk towards the desk and there sats a iPad. They both look at each other before Romeo turns the tablet around to face them...And there he was. The man they were searching for, Lyle Risky with a grin on his face. LYLE RISKY: Oh. Haha, oh man. The look on you two sorry sons of cunts faces right now. Hahahaha. Fucking priceless bruh! ZERO MCHANNON: Fuckkk you. Keep running, Risky. It seems to be your best talent. When your balls drop, maybe you don’t be trying so hard to avoid what you have coming. He turns away from the tablet and looks back towards the entrance to make sure it wasn’t a trap. Risky laughs once again and takes a sip from his RiskoDoubleCup. LYLE RISKY: My boy told me y’all were planning something. What? You didn’t think I’d find out. I’m Risko-The Fuck-Damous?! I know every goddamn thing that’s going down around this bitch. Hahaha, you actually fuckin’ thought you were gonna fuck with me? Try and fuck around and come for me?! Haha stupid asses. Haven’t you figured this out yet? I’m always, ALWAYS two steps ahead of you fluck ninjas. Go ahead. Be mad. Shit fight each other, I know it’s bout to happen sooner or later. Romeo shakes his head. ROMEO PRICE: You’re going to fucking die Bridges. You are going to regret the day you decided to fuck with me. Do you understand me?! Risky chuckles. LYLE RISKY: Oh shut the fuck up. The two of ya’s. Shut the fuck up. You dumbasses should be regretting the day you decided to fuck with Risko Dangerous. Got both yo asses beat. Got Sean’s bitch ass outta here. Got that balless bitch Zero ass beat so bad in front of his own city and banned his ass. Beat your ass Romeo...but then Zero decided to get his nose in the middle of my fucking business and saved your ass before I could get rid of you for good. Ha...And you get him back in? I shoulda known you two were up to something. That’s okay...Capone knows to keep his eyes and ears open for some fluck shit like this. Risky looks and sees Zero ready to fight just incase someone was coming. LYLE RISKY: Chill McHandABitch. Ain’t nobody coming after y’all. I just wanted to see how stupid y’all look trying to get to me. Haha...But I’ma get on outta here. I got better things to do than talk to the two of you. Peace bitches. The feed loses signal and Romeo cracks the pad on his knee and tosses the pieces off to the side. ROMEO PRICE: FUCK?! Zero shakes his head and leans on the desk like he did not too long ago after having to admit a defeat to Risky. This time there isn’t as much anger in him as before, but you could still see the sour look on his face. ZERO MCHANNON: Well… shit. There’s got to be a way we can get to him. He continues to stare off in the distance, then shakes his head again. ZERO MCHANNON: If there is, I don’t think I see it. Risky making a fool of us is getting old though. Zero pauses. ZERO MCHANNON: But the reward is worth the risk. He looks back over his shoulder to Romeo who raises his head out of interest. Zero begins to talk in a low voice so that the camera can’t hear him as the scene begins to fade away, then cuts to black. ![]() A short man dressed in full white Klan wear comes out from behind the curtain waving a rebel flag to a host of boos. He places the flag in a stand on the side of the stage. Shortly after, Bo McCleary, dressed in red Klan wear (unhooded) comes out waving a rebel flag of his own. The boos got louder as the silent member of Anglo Saxon Heritage crammed the flag into the stand on the opposite side of the stage. RANDY THE PILOT: What the fuck is this? JERMAINE MARKS: I best get the fuck up outta hea’ The short man unhooded, revealing himself to be Brick who pulled a microphone out from his clothing. The crowd proceeds to chant “You lost”, making one half of the tag team champions irate. BRICK MCCLEARY: SHUT IT! SHUT CHER GODDAMN MOUFS! FELICY CAN’T BEAT ME FAIR ‘N SQUARE SHE CAN’T! SHE KNOW SHE CAN’T SO SHUT IT! Brick was berating the crowd up and down the ramp like a prairie dog gone possessed. BRICK MCCLEARY: Y’ALL LAUGHIN’ NA’ LETS SEE WHO GON’ BE LAUGHIN’ IN BOUT…. He checked his imaginary watch before looking over at Bo who had his arms folded at the top of the stage. BRICK MCCLEARY: RIGHT NA! C’MON BRING ‘ER OUT ‘ERE BAR’N! BRIAN MASON: I don’t like the look of this… RANDY THE PILOT: Yoo….Jerma...where’s Jermaine? Jermaine Marks had taken off his headset and leaped over the barricade, hiding amongst the fans. Baron McCleary emerged from the curtain with the cross seen earlier...this time with Ina Ina chained to it. Completely incapacitated, they had her crucified on the cross, the chains were stained with blood. What made it worse was that there was an eerie stench of gasoline spreading throughout the beach. She was clearly still breathing but couldn’t fight. Baron threw another chain over the trust of the bottom of the Knoxotron. The crowd was in shock. BRICK MCCLEARY: Y’ALL GON’ SEE THE REAL DEAL T’NIGHT LADIES N’ GENTLMANS! AIN’T GON’ BE THAT PIECE A TRASH THAT EMO WHORE TRIED T’ DO I’LL TELL YA THAT MUCH! GET ‘HER ON UP THERE BAR’N SHOOT. Both Bo and Baron managed to cinch Ina Ina and they both pulled down on the chain to send her up. BRIAN MASON: SOMEONE STOP THIS...THIS IS MADNESS! RANDY THE PILOT: ...I can’t even comment on the reference. That’s my friend up there. BRIAN MASON: You’re right Randy this has gone way too far. Once the crucifix was secured and Ina Ina was hanging off the Knoxtron, Brick gave Baron a 3 finger-signal. BRICK MCCLEARY: Ya know INA INAAA...I quite fancied ya once. Shoot I ‘eem thought ‘bout givin’ ya the ye old Brick Stick! HA HAAAAAA! BUT YA SERVICE AIN’ NEEDED NO DAMN LONGER IM AFRAID...YOU’RE FIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEDDDDDDD Baron pulled a blowtorch from one of the deep pockets in his uniform. The audience gasped. He inched closer and closer toward the cross until Felicity Banks shot out from through the back and hit Brick with a jumping forearm smash. She then caught Baron, who was holding the torch, with an elbow to the face. BRIAN MASON: Oh thank God! That could’ve been real bad if Felicity didn’t get out here. Baron dropped the blowtorch on the stage and Felicity almost immediately kicked it away and into the beach sand below. She looked up and screamed to Ina that she was going to get her down, but Brick rushes the former World Champion from behind and starts pummeling away with rights and lefts. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m still having an anxiety attack, but fuck them McCleary’s bruh. GET HIS ASS FEL! Brick continued teeing off with shot after shot to Felicity’s midsection until Felicity fell to the ground and crawled in between Brick’s legs. Brick bent over to see where Felicity went, but Banks quickly shoots up to her feet and kicks Brick in the backside, knocking him ten feet off the stage! The crowd explodes as Felicity looks down at the fallen Brick and double checks to make sure he was out before she turns her attention to the chains to get Ina down. BRIAN MASON: Boy, this has to be happiest I am to ever see Felicity Banks. Never thought I’d see the day. RANDY THE PILOT: I knew she wasn’t gonna let anything to Ina. Knew it was a matter of time before she came out for the save. BRIAN MASON: Randy… you were having a panic attack! RANDY THE PILOT: That don’t mean nothin’. That happens when I get excited. No big. Felicity started pulling down on the chains, slowly bringing the big, wooden cross down. Suddenly Billy Joe McCleary hops over the barricade from the crowd with a hog tie. He wraps the rope around Felicity’s neck, yanking her down and away from Ina. BRIAN MASON: DAMMIT! I KNEW THAT BILLY JOE HAD TO BE SOMEWHERE! Billy Joe kept the rope around her neck as he rained down on Felicity with right hands. Screaming in her face “YOU CAUSED THIS!”, Billy Joe gets up and starts laying into Felicity with boots. Baron joins in on the attack before Billy Joe takes the rope and drags the former world champion to the top of the stage. Before the situation could escalate, a swarm of security ran out to restrain Billy Joe and get Ina down. BRIAN MASON: This thing between Felicity Banks and the McCleary’s is getting real ugly. Real ugly… RANDY THE PILOT: The problem is Fel’s very short on friends here on Defiance. She’s spent the better part of the last year making enemies...I mean there’s no Killuminaughty anymore. Jermaine Marks cautiously sneaks back over to the commentator’s booth. JERMAINE MARKS: Oh hell nah I need a raise. Some officials dove down off the stage to check on Brick while others were tending to Felicity and Ina. Billy Joe and Bo grabbed both of the rebel flags that were stationed and waved them to boos from the crowd before retreating to the back. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! 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: Introducing first, the challenger… Originating from Mulan, Italy… NEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN! The music quickens in pace as she begins making her way slowly down the ramp, her gaze not flickering, focused purely on the ring. She sheds her leather jacket, throwing it from her shoulders and it slinks to the floor. The fans reach their arms out expecting for her to respond and touch them however the gesture is no reciprocated by Neon as she continues walking again with ill regard of their presence. She ends her walk down the ramp and walks straight toward the apron closest and grabbing the second ring rope clambers onto it with one pull of mighty force. Once standing upon it, Neon wastes no time and lifts her right leg over the second rope, ducking under the top rope and then bringing her other leg over so she now stands in the ring. She walks staunchly towards the ropes that layer the right side of the ring and jumps onto the second one, still with the determined and focused looks she entered the view with. She lefts her left leg over the top rope, so she has both legs on the second rope only wrapped over the top one before elevating her arms elegantly before wrapping them around one another and sliding them slowly from each of their grasp. She returns her right leg back to its origins, lifting it over the top rope and instantaneously jumps back to the canvas, sending a vibration and a thud sound echoing. The determined and intent expression still has not left her face as she walks to the ring's centre awaiting for the match to begin as she takes on the task of performing various stretches with her arms. . . WHISPER VIPERI: And opponent… The lights in the arena go off as the sound of what can only be described as synchronized claps, chains, and broken glass can be heard as Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug begins to play. The titan tron shows gray clouds rolling in as a woman’s silhouette is shown sitting in what looks to be a locker room with her hands clasped together. As the vocals of Michael Shepard begin, the titan tron shows a pair of sultry chestnut eyes as the woman who possessed them turned to look over her shoulder before fading to show the darkened entrance that had white fog begin to roll from it and spread across the stage. Oh, like the salt of the earth, Each correction makes us stronger. Absconder… In happiness, yeah. Spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd as a black silhouette of a woman steps out on stage. A rainbow of lights begin to strobe around the entrance in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd. As the titan tron reveals who the woman is through black and white clips, the crowd begin to cheer as Onyx begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place, before stopping and taking in her surroundings as the arena brightens slightly. The fans begin to reach out to her as she makes her way to the ring. With a smile, Onyx tags their hands with her own before looking back at the ring and focusing on who is occupying it before making her way around to the steel steps. And as she goes up them, she reaches for the top rope, gliding her hand across it using it as a guide until she gets halfway across the ring apron’s edge; Where she wipes her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… From Brooklyn, New York… She is the 2014 All or Nothing Series winner… and the current reigning and defending HKW World Champion… ONYYYYYXXXXX PAAAAAAAYNE! Onyx looks over at Neon, before chuckling a little and asking Whisper Viperi for her microphone before she leaves the ring. Scratching the side of her nose a bit, Payne begins to walk towards her opponent until they are about face to face. ONYX PAYNE: Two Defiance ago, I was supposed to go up against Fran, the No Limits champion one on one. Champion vs. Champion. You should know all about it since you were there. Up close and personal. Taking her index finger, Onyx taps it off of the tip of NEON’s nose. ONYX PAYNE: Now, I may have won the match but, it wasn’t how I wanted to win it. And that was all thanks to you, Neon. You decided to intervene, you decided to take your stand against Fran, and boy did you ever. You chased her out of the ring, kept her out, and then the referee counted her out. Cost her the match, just like you intended. You sent a message to the No Limit’s champion that night. It was crystal clear. I got it. The fans got it- She gestures to the fans as there was a mixture of cheers and jeers. ONYX PAYNE: That you weren’t going to wait around for a title shot, you weren’t going to wait for the match to be made, you were going to take it, right then. But you were so caught up in the moment of you, Fran, and where your actions could lead you... That you forgot that the No Limit champion’s opponent for that evening was me, and unlike a lot of people in the back who would be excited, ecstatic to have have gotten one over the No Limits champion... Unfortunately for you, I’m not one of those people. What you did that night I highly distaste. So tonight you get to face me when that bell sounds /she points to the bell keeper/ for the HKW World Heavyweight championship, and do you know why it’s on the line, Neon? Neon looks at the title as it hangs over Onyx’s shoulder. ONYX PAYNE: It’s not because you deserve it if that’s what you’re thinking. Just then, Neon redirects her gaze back on Onyx. ONYX PAYNE: It’s because everyone knows that you won’t put up a fight unless there is something you want on the line. Which is fine by me because, I rather face you at your best than at your worst. I hope you’re ready for this, Neon, because I know I’m ready for some payback. With that, Onyx backs away from Neon as she hands over the microphone and title over to the referee. As he holds up the title, the bell sounds. BRIAN MASON: Some strong words from Onyx there. You guys think Neon deserves this shot? RANDY THE PILOT: Everyone deserves a shot, Mason. But I think some deserve it more than NEON do. JERMAINE MARKS: That shit don’t matter, fam. Everyone gonna have to kiss NEON ass if she pulls the upset and beat Onyx here. ![]() DING! DING! DING! Just as the opening bell tolls, NEON charges across the ring and begins pummeling away on Onyx with clubbing blows to the back. NEON pushes Onyx back against the ropes and drives her knee into her midsection before whipping her across the ring, connecting with a nice flapjack on the rebound. NEON gets back to her feet and grins as she looks at the downed champion, dropping an elbow to her lower back. NEON grabs a hold of Onyx’s hair and lifts her to her feet, but Onyx connects with two jabs to the midsection, followed by a big right hook to the Onyx. NEON stumbles back and Onyx runs off the ropes, connecting running front dropkick that sends NEON out of the ring! The reigning and defending champion watches NEON closely, patiently waiting for to get to her feet before she runs toward the ropes and connects with a baseball slide kick to NEON! NEON hits the floor, but Onyx lifts her right up and slides her in the ring. She follows in after her and waits for Neon to get up to her feet before she charges forward and connects with a Lou Thesz press! Onyx starts punching away at NEON’s face with rights and lefts until she pushes herself back up to her feet and pulls NEON up with her. She kicks the former PDW Cyber Champion in the midsection and delivers a huge headlock driver right in the middle of the ring! Onyx goes for the first cover, hooking the leg… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! NEON kicks out at two, but Onyx was right there to lock in the quick sleeper hold. Onyx brings NEON up to her feet and goes for the sleeper slam, but NEON elbows herself free and catches with a snapmare, following it up with a dropkick to the back of the head! NEON doesn’t’ let up the attack, dropping her leg across Onyx’s throat and then stomping away at her every limb. She lifts the champ up and brings her to her feet before she hits a spinning back fist, followed by a release northern lights suplex! BRIAN MASON: Neon’s looking mighty impressive right here. JERMAINE MARKS: Probably because something’s on the line like Onyx said. RANDY THE PILOT: You guys don’t give NEON enough credit. She’s a former PDW Cyber Champion! JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, PDW. This ain’t PDW, is it? NEON takes in the cheers and jeers from the crowd as she brings Onyx up to her feet and pushes her into the nearest turnbuckle. NEON lifts Onyx up and sits her up atop the turnbuckles, but Onyx fires back with a boot square in NEON’s face! NEON stumbles back some and Onyx stands on middle turnbuckles, diving off and connecting with a diving sleeper slam! The crowd cheers as Onyx goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! NEON kicks out once again, bringing a smile to Onyx’s face. Onyx pushes herself up to her feet, when there’s a stir from the crowd, causing her to look over at the entrance setup. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeeee! My dude Atwater! BRIAN MASON: What’s he doing here?! The number one contender for the World Championship makes his way down the entrance ramp, his eyes never leaving the ring. Onyx’s watches her Darkness Falls opponent make his way down the entrance ramp, not realizing that NEON was coming up behind her to roll her up for the pin! ONE! TWO! THRRRRRRR-KICKOUT! Onyx kicks out just as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three, the crowd stunned by how close the count was. Onyx and NEON both rush to their feet and come charging at one another, taking each other out with double running crossbody attempts! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, bruh. NEON almost because the World Champion all because of that dude Atwater, fam. BRIAN MASON: And I don’t think he cares one bit. He has a shot at whoever the World Champion is at Darkness Falls and that’s the only thing he cares about. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn right. Both Onyx and NEON get back to their feet and meet in the center of the ring. Onyx strikes first with a big right hand to the chin, but NEON fights back by pulling Onyx in and hitting her with a knee to the midsection. NEON goes for a quick snap suplex, but Onyx counters into a small package! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! NEON manages to kick out of the small package counter. Both ladies spring back to their feet, but NEON strikes first with a huge clothesline that turns Onyx inside out! Not wasting any time, NEON lifts Onyx up to her feet,lifts her over her shoulder, and hits a running powerslam on the champion! Instead of going for the pin, NEON lifts Onyx back up to her feet, kicks her in the midsection, and follows it up with her trademark “Lights Out” scissors kick! NEON turns Onyx on her back and goes for the cover… ONE! TWO!! THREE!! No! Onyx gets her foot on the rope before the referee’s hand smacked the mat for the three! NEON can’t believe it after hearing the referee count to three, pulling on her hair as she looks at Onyx’s boot on the rope. RANDY THE PILOT: Holy fucking shit, bruh. I thought we had a new champion! BRIAN MASON: By the looks of it, so did Shane Atwater. Atwater’s jaw is nearly touching the floor as he watches the match in awe, the fans starting to get behind Onyx. NEON slides away from the still downed champion and moves into the corner, waiting patiently for the champ to get back to her feet. Onyx uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet and when she turns around, NEON goes for the spear attempt, but Onyx leap frogs over it, and hits a big reverse Russian legsweep on the challenger. Onyx gets right back up and brings NEON up with her, whipping her into the nearest corner before running forward and connects with a huge boot to NEON’s face! NEON falls face first to the mat, the crowd now firmly behind the champion. Onyx glares over at Shane Atwater on the outside and smirks before she walks up to NEON and locks in a rings of saturn submission! NEON screams, but she doesn’t give up as Onyx wrenches back on the pressure, making sure she lets Atwater know that she too has submissions in her arsenal. NEON continues to scream but doesn’t give up, Onyx releasing the hold only to bring NEON up to her feet and push her back into the corner. Onyx drives her shoulder repeatedly into NEON’s midsection, and then starts clubbing away with different jabs to the head and to the body. After six punches to different areas of the body, Onyx backs up just enough to run forward and hits NEON with a big high knee to the face! NEON falls face first to the mat and Onyx goes for the cover… ONE! TWO!!! KICKOUT! NEON kicks out once again, showing that she still had more fight left. Atwater continues watching the match from ringside, crossing his arms as Onyx lifts NEON back to her feet. Onyx goes for another straight jab, but NEON ducks underneath it, kicks Onyx in the midsection, and spikes her head to the mat with a big DDT! NEON doesn’t waste any time and brings Onyx up to a vertical base. She lifts her over her shoulders once again, and this time hits a beautiful fireman’s carry gutbuster on the champion! NEON turns Onyx on her back and makes the cover… ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT! Onyx kicks out once again, NEON looking at the referee and questioning the count. She claps her hands three times in the referee’s face, but the referee stands firmly behind his count and tells NEON the match continues. JERMAINE MARKS: Thought she had her again, bruh. BRIAN MASON: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep Onyx down. This girl just went through hell with Felicity Banks. She’s not giving up the title that easily. RANDY THE PILOT: You never know, Mase! For some people it’s the chase that makes them, and Onyx was a great chaser. But right now she’s the one being chased. She might not be able to handle it! NEON grabs a hold of Onyx’s hair and brings her to her feet. She hits the champion with big back to back European uppercuts and proceeds to hit a big spinning neckbreaker. NEON points at the sky and heads out onto the apron, looking for a high risk move on the champion. She catches her balance and waits for Onyx to get up. Onyx stumbles up to her feet and steps back some before she turns around and sees NEON on the top rope! NEON dives off and goes for a huge leg lariat, but Onyx rolls out of the way causing NEON to land hard on her backside! With NEON still in a seated position, Onyx bounces off the ropes and comes charging back at NEON with a diving low European uppercut of her own! The shot echoes throughout the beach as Onyx’s falls on top of NEON and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! NEON just gets her shoulder up, a collective gasp escaping the crowd. Even Atwater couldn’t believe NEON kicked out of the huge shot from Onyx, chuckling to himself as he watches Onyx double check the count with the referee. Onyx doesn’t much time and quickly spins NEON on to her belly. She tries to get her opponent in position for the inverted Indian deathlock version of “Onyxerated” but NEON crawls away toward the apron and pulls herself underneath the ropes! Onyx backs away and lets NEON back to her feet on the apron. Once NEON was up, Onyx reaches forward to grab NEON, but the challenger wraps her arms around Onyx’s head and stuns her using the ropes! The champ falls back, grabbing at her throat, as NEON smirks knowing she was back in control. NEON slides back into the ring and stomps down at Onyx’s midsection before she lifts her up to her feet and goes for another DDT, but Onyx spins out of it and blasts NEON with a big right hook to the face! NEON doesn’t just take it though as she rears back and hits Onyx with another European uppercut! Onyx bounces back off the ropes after the shot, but comes back in with a dropkick to NEON’s knee! With NEON down, Onyx runs off the ropes again and hits downed NEON with a running facewash right to the face! BRIAN MASON: My god! Did you hear that shot! That was NEON’s face! RANDY THE PILOT: Mighta knocked the pretty right out of her. Onyx looks at the crowd and makes a cut throat gesture as she steps toward NEON and brings her up to her feet. Once up, Onyx hits NEON with a right hook to the midsection, followed by a snap jab with the left. With NEON staggered, Onyx runs off the ropes and comes charging back in to connect with her trademark running single leg high knee! JERMAINE MARKS: There’s that big knee, fam. This one might be over. BRIAN MASON: And it looks like Onyx is ready to finish things off! Onyx calls for her patent “Silencer” when suddenly Shane slides in the ring behind her making the World champion turn around, coming face to face with her Darkness Falls opponent. The two start to exchange words back and forth as they step up to each other. Onyx looks down at the mat for a moment seemingly laughing until she looks up at Shane who shrugs, obviously letting the champ know that he isn’t going anywhere. That is until Onyx delivers a hard elbow to the the jaw of Atwater causing him to stumble back as Onyx pursues him, grabbing the back of his neck and spinning him around as she takes her other hand and grabs him by the back of the shirt before forcefully throwing him to the outside of the ring. RANDY THE PILOT: SHE JUST SAID GET THE HELL OUT MY RING, BRUH! When Onyx turns around, she quickly ducks a spinning wheel kick attempt from Neon. Neon scrambles back to her feet and tries to retaliate, but Onyx hits her with a side kick to the midsection, and follows it up with a cutter! She keeps Neon’s head in the cutter position, flips herself back and locks in the dragon clutch! BRIAN MASON: X-OUT! X-OUT! Neon reaches out to the ropes, making Onyx just apply more pressure and as the referee goes to ask Neon if she is going to tap out she already starts by slamming her hand against the mat as the bell sounds! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, AND STILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION…. ONYX PAAAAAAAYNE!!! Onyx lets go of the hold, but she doesn’t look to happy as she looks over at Shane, who was back pedalling up the ramp, rubbing his jaw with a smirk on his face. When the title is handed back to Onyx, she gets up to her feet and walks over to the ropes and holds the title high for Shane to see. The camera splits vertically to show Shane’s reaction as Onyx says: “You want it? Come get it.” She goes and holds open the ropes, inviting Shane to enter but when he continues on his way, she focuses back to the fans and raises the title to them, making them pop before she exits the ring and makes her way to the back. WINNER AND STILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION - ONYX PAYNE (14:10) ![]() See me in the club... Wavin' Strobe Lights! The crowd jeered loudly when the theme music of the current HKW No Limits Champion hit the music systems hooked up on the Fort Lauderdale Beach. As they loathed the thought of Fran popping up despite the show practically being over the familiar 310 pound muscular man (wearing a blonde wig, five golden chains around his neck, and a green #NOLIMITS dress) began to walk through the crowd with a second man who also wore a green dress with multiple graphics of the NL Championship plastered all over. Once they got past the batch of people grouped up they climbed up the steps and into the ring. Blinged Out NEON lifted up his microphone. The ACTUAL NEON began to gather herself. Lifting herself up on the ropes following her World Championship match against Onyx Payne. BLINGED OUT NEON: ALESSIO ULLLLALALALULAHGGHJLAHGHH WINS OVER ARKIA FISK NO ONE CARESLAJHJSHALLLUA ANYMOAHHHEWAH!!!! As Blinged Out NEON blabbered on the audience tried to make sense of anything the weird muscle head was saying. The second - slim dark haired man - began to speak into a microphone of his own. NO LIMITS ACOLYTE: Hello everyone I’m a No Limits Acolyte! Sworn in to the Order of JESAS. What Blinged Out NEON is trying to say, people, is that our glorious JESAS. Our Captain. Our #NOLIMITS. MIDCARDER SLAYER. The air to the Queen’s throne as the TOP star in this entire company. FRAN has something to say to you all. More importantly, she has something to say to YOU, NEON. No Limits Acolyte pointed towards NEON, who was now back to a vertical base. She did NOT look the least bit of happy. NEON began to look all around the beach in search of Fran. The slim young man then pointed towards the Knoxotron. The massive tron fizzed for a minute then revealed a casually dressed Fran, matching black leggings and hoodie, sitting on a couch in a nice looking room. FRANCESCA: Mmmmmmmama say mama sa mamakusa YAWL. Fran said. NO LIMITS ACOLYTE: THERE she is! After being announced Fran reached past the pink FelicityLamp (an actual lamp with Felicity Banks’ face on it) in the living room. Grabbing hold of her championship belt. She lifted it up to the camera once before cackling. FRANCESCA: The FUCK yawl looking at my FEL FEL lamp like that for? This cost more than everything you MID LEVEL wage bastards in the crowd wearing yawl. Yawl see me relaxing in my crib in Boca Raton yawl just hating yawl waiting on the next check to pay that 600 dollar rent. BACK ON TRACK YAWL. NEON, yawl, it looks like you aren’t N E V A fin stop failing yawl. Bruh how could anyone claim that you’re better than Captain yawl? People just had to watch a travesty yawl. Blondie NUMBER TWO on deck instead of Blondie Number JESAS. Placing the No Limits belt down beside her on the couch Fran then grabbed a green megaphone - which had become a signature of hers - lifting it up to her mouth the fans jeered louder because they truly didn’t want to hear what was coming. FRANCESCA: NEON YAWL YOU JUST NOW HAD THE CHANCE TO WIN THE SECOND TIER CHAMPIONSHIP ON DEFIANCE. A CHAMPIONSHIP THAT WAS FIRST TIER WHEN QUEENNIE 2K15 HELD IT. GWERRRRRRL YOU DONE BLEW THAT CHANCE NEON. I’M IN YA HEAD SO MUCH. SO EFFECTIVELY, THAT YOU WAS NAWT ABLE TO FOCUS TONIGHT YAWL. EVERY DAY OF YA LIFE YOU WONDER WHERE JESASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GONNA BE LURKING AFTER I WHIPPED THAT TAIL LAST DEFIANCE. Pointing towards the camera with her free hand Fran continued. FRANCESCA: After this NON FLEEK performance tonight how in the name of FEL FEL can I give yawl that No Limits strap match you been harassing me for? NEON yawl proved that you’re what I’ve BEEN saying you are…… NEON glared directly at the tron. FRANCESCA: AN ANTIQUE YAWL! One that needs to follow some of the retired ex PDWers on to new roads yawl because THESE specific streets are NAWT for you anymore NEON. Onyx just out classed you just like I did at DREAM ON in the Golden Opportunity ladder jawn. YOU. CAN. NOT. KEEP. UP. NO. MORE. JESAS! BUT LISTEN YAWL! Chants of NEON continued to break out. As the weeks went on those chants grew louder and louder because the fans wanted to see that moment where NEON finally got her hands on Captain Fran. Up close and personal. They wanted to see that well deserved beating take place before their eyes. Finally…..Fran lowered the megaphone from her mouth. FRANCESCA: I’m gonna give you one more chance to prove you deserve to even be in the same COMPANY as me yawl. The same BUSINESS. In two weeks at Defiance XXXV, you’re taking on Blinged Out NEON, the better version of your bum ass, one on one match. IF you win you get that No Limits Championship match at Darkness Falls. If you lose you GET the HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL up on out of Hard Knox yawl. That’s right yawl! She said grabbing her coveted championship belt once again. Resting it on her lap. FRANCESCA: You willing to put your caree- uh...what’s left of your career on the line next Defiance for the shot you been wanting so bad, NEON? Answer yawl. NEON requested a microphone from the stagehand. Once it was handed to her she lifted it up with a smirk on her face. NEON: You know what, Francesca? I’m really tired of you taking any avenue you can to avoid facing me in a singles match. It’s gotten to the point where we all know you’ve been running…..and running…...and running some more because you know deep down inside that I can BEAT you one on one. COLTON STERLING could have beaten you one on one. Not only that, but he would have DEMOLISHED you had it not been for Heath Harper and Tank. You only have that No Limits Championship today because you’re a CHEAT that takes advantage of every situation. Everyone knows it. So you keep putting obstacles in the middle of that inevitable title match. Audience members began to cheer NEON some more. NEON: Where I’m getting at is...I’m going to be the person that finally shuts you up, Francesca. For good. So that none of these people standing here today have to put up with hearing you blabber on. The woman who referred to herself as Trouble slapped her microphone twice. NEON: I accept your challenge. I’ll face “Blinged Out NEON” at Defiance XXXV with my HKW career on the line. Though remember this for the next two weeks - you know I’ll win that match with ease…..and you ALSO know that title that you love so much will be around my waist sooner or later. Then you’ll have nothing! Excrucio! Once NEON dropped the microphone the crowd popped loudly! Fran looked livid on the Knoxotron. FRANCESCA: GET HER YAWL! BEAT THAT ANTIQUE MIDCARD ASS INTO DUST YAWL. SEND HA TO THE GATES OF JESASSSSSSSSS. On command Blinged Out NEON ran towards the real NEON looking to clothesline her head off! She leaned back pulling the rope down - sending her opponent for next Defiance over the top rope! Blinged Out landed on his shoulder on the outside! The No Limits Acolyte then attempted to come at NEON! She nailed him with a low dropkick to the knee! She then ran the ropes - bouncing her back off - then coming back to nail the Acolyte with… NE TO THE FACE! The No Limits Acolyte was struck right in the temple by the punk kick the laid out cold! As the crowd continued to cheer NEON looked back at the Knoxotron - standing strong this week - signaling around her waist as her theme song “Trouble” resumed in the sound system and Defiance came to a close. |
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