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[color=#FF0000]DEFIANCE[/color] [b]XXXV[/b]; Cocoa Beach in Cocoa Beach/Orlando, Florida
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Location: Cocoa Beach in Cocoa Beach/Orlando, Florida

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

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The scene falls onto Zero McHannon walking the beach with a sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, strolling down the rows of tents. There’s an annoyed look on his face as he stops at one of the passing rows and looks at his surroundings. From there he walks into the tent tabled to the Defiance General Manager, Romeo Price. Zero walks into the middle of the tent while Romeo is sitting behind his desk and ignoring him with his attention focused towards the papers on his desk.

Zero stood there for a moment with his eyes on Romeo, finally speaking up over his workload.

ZERO MCHANNON: Oh, I’m sorry. Is this a bad time? It’s hard being the General Manager of a brand and all. All that damn work, am I right?

He pauses, taking a few steps closer to the desk.

ZERO MCHANNON: But you have plenty of time for park visits… Don’t you? You have the time to go back on a DEAL that we made. At Defiance, it’s all paperwork and talking a big game from under your cozy tent, sitting your ass on a pillow that you probably had sent to you from Peru, or something retarded bullshit… But you broke our fucking agreement, Romeo. After stepping forward to save your ass, then take a hit for you by Risky, and you go back on our deal?

Romeo signs a paper and takes a deep breath trying to keep himself calm. He sits back in his chair looking up to Zero a bit unpleased by his abrupt appearance.

ROMEO PRICE: What seems to be the problem Mr. McHannon? Are you not pleased with our little arrangement? Hmm? If that’s the case we can change it? I can take it all away….Everything Mr. McHannon.

He smirks.

ROMEO PRICE: You do realize who you’re talking to right?

Zero walks up behind a chair with a livid eyes and takes a grasp onto the back of it.

ZERO MCHANNON: Do you really think I care? You’ve been a pain in my ass, but you’ve never been a fear of mine, Romeo. You don’t scare me when I know you’re a guy who can be beaten and tossed to the side like anyone else. What the hell is the point of making an ‘arrangement’, if you’re not going to live up to it anyway? As far as I’m concerned, I already broken the damn thing.

He grits his teeth and stares at Romeo.

ZERO MCHANNON: I told you stay away from my family… from Claire. You went out of your way to go against what I said. Give me one damn reason I shouldn’t knock your damn teeth down your throat right here. Exactly what you need right now, another enemy. One that’s a lot more dangerous than Risky is…

Romeo begins to chuckle as he shakes his head. He takes a sip from a glass of Scotch and shrugs.

ROMEO PRICE: Zero, Zero, Zero….You just don’t get it do you?

He then sets the glass down on a coaster and slowly stands up to his feet facing Zero. He looks onto him for a moment.

ROMEO PRICE: I don’t plan to “break” our agreement. I was simply just making sure Lee is keeping himself clean and taking care of that sweet little girl of his and…..To show you what it means not to cross me also. You see Mr. McHannon…

Romeo begins to make his way around the desk while keeping his eye on Zero.

ROMEO PRICE: I need you focused….I need your head in the game and not drifting off thinking about whatever pitiful life you made for yourself when you were gone trying to “find yourself”. The time is here Mr. McHannon…

Zero walks around the side of the desk and throws a fist down.

ZERO MCHANNON: Focused!?!

He stands straight up and glares at Romeo.

ZERO MCHANNON: If you want me focused, than leave me and my family the fuck alone. You can’t sit there and tell me you want my head in the game, but run along to play your own version of it. I’ve done NOTHING to put you in the position to where you need to make a threat to get your point across. I’ve been here and dialed in on this thing more than you, so speak for yourself.

He rubs a hand down his face, trying to compose himself, but you can still see that his face is red with anger.

ZERO MCHANNON: No more… You tip toe on one more line with me, and this is finished. I don’t need you sending messages or thinking that my head isn’t in the right place, when it’s YOU who needs to get checked. Don’t fuck with me again, Romeo, or you’ll see yourself standing alone soon enough. And when you have more people against you, rather than with you… Let’s just say that the numbers game eventually catches up with you. Stay. Away. From. Claire. Do I need to write this down for you to make it easier to comprehend? Would you like me to staple it to your forehead?

Romeo grabs a piece of paper and a pen tossing it over to Zero while laughing.

ROMEO PRICE: Be my guest Mr. McHannon….I’m just letting you know that this shit with Bridges is coming to an end tonight. I need to know where the fuck you stand in it when I go out there and call him the out on all the shit he has done.

Romeo walks closer to Zero and pokes him in his chest.

ROMEO PRICE: I need that blood thirsty son of a bitch in my corner. I need that fucking shark that lyes deep inside of you to be razor edge focused on the matter at hand. Maybe I did go a bit too far….Maybe...But I simply do not care Mr. McHannon, you should of known that already. Get your shit together….

He leans in and grunts.

ROMEO PRICE: I don’t need that piece of shit pussy I found in Ireland…

Zero shakes his head and takes a few steps backwards.

ZERO MCHANNON: You think I’m a pussy? While you sat your smug ass back here, I actually confronted Risky. You remember that famous plan you had last show that didn’t work out? Think whatever you like, Romeo, but I seem like the only one that’s ready for a fight out of this. I’ll be doing my end of the job, let’s see you do yours for a change… Think I’m holding back? Alright...

He turns around and storms out of the tent, leaving Romeo alone in his office. Romeo smirks as he watches Zero leave. He then reaches over for his glass.

ROMEO PRICE: Goodbye Desmond…..

The scene then fades as he drinks the rest of his Scotch.

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The view opens up in a sight that is almost surreal. A dark room, lit only by the flickering light of a large furnace on the corner, shadows dancing on the concrete walls of a room without windows. The camera pans around, showing rusting boilers and piping and then a figure, huddled in the corner. The tiny light makes it almost impossible to discern the figure’s features, only that he is seated on the ground, hunched over with his legs crossed. A small light suddenly lights up and we are treated to a sight that makes you uneasy.

A man. Large. VERY large. A black hair in a messy tangled mane hanging over his face. Bare upper torso with skin riddled with scars in an intricate pattern, covering a chiseled physique. From behind the veil of his mane, two eyes stare at the camera. Dark, almost coal-like eyes that show no compassion, no mercy. No Kindness.
And then. A voice.

MAN: For too long have we spent in solitude. For too long have we laid still. It is time.

A chuckle emanates from behind the veil. An eerie one, shrill and deep at the same time.

MAN: HKW shall be our hunting ground. We shall taste the thrill of the chase once more. The world will once again bear witness to the path of destruction we lay infront of us. And it all begins… Now.

The man stands up, he towers at almost 7 feet. Still holding his head bowed, he continues to talk in a quiet, almost soft voice that seems out of place for his frame.

MAN: We have seen so much. We have been through so much… Done so much. Our body bears the proof of our violent past. And our name… still elicits visions of fear… of pain… of brutality in those who know it. Be prepared… for the beast is on the hunt again… Soon… nobody can forget the name…

He flicks his hair up, revealing a face covered by an old leather mask. From what little you can tell from behind it, the scarring continues to his face as well. He walks right up to the camera and whispers in a menacing voice.

MAN: Supreme… Machine…

And with a manic cackle he returns to the corner he rose from and sits down beginning to rock back and forth as the view fades to black and a text appears to the screen.

SUPREME MACHINE: HKW will NEVER be the same again…. For the BEAST HAS AWOKEN…

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

There's no holding me back
I'm not driven by fear
I'm just driven by anger


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.

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 the stage as he waited for his opponent to arrive.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, he is....KAI!

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 the match to start.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent...NERO DARLING!

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DING! DING! DING!


Kai and Nero slowly circle the ring before Nero moves towards the center of the ring, looking for a handshake. Kai then slowly moves forward...and extends out his hand to meet hers for a handshake. The two then slowly back away before going to lock up, only for Nero to catch him with a quick kick to the leg that seems to annoy Kai. So Nero continues on with it, catching Kai with another kick to the leg that has him shaking his head. She goes for a third kick, but Kai dodges it, then grabs her before tossing her into the nearest corner, showing his strength advantage. Kai then knees Nero in the gut repeatedly before he pulls her out of the corner, lifts her up, and drops her with a powerslam. Kai then quickly follows that up with a kneedrop to the face as the audience gives him a mixed reaction before he goes for the cover.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Nero kicks out, the moves having a small effect on her. Kai quickly grabs her by the head and irish whips her towards the other corner, which she hits and leans up against. He then runs forward, looking to connect with a corner splash...but Nero moves out of the way, forcing Kai to hit the corner hard. Kai then stumbles backwards and turns around, right into Nero, who wraps her legs around his neck and sends him flying with a hurricanrana! Kai then slowly gets to his feet afterwards...and is met with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and out of the ring as the audience cheers her on.

BRIAN MASON: Both competitors have had the opportunity to get some offense in. But if you’re nero, you want to keep this offense going.

JERMAINE MARKS: This is the girl’s only chance. She needs to get moving or she about to take the L.

RANDY THE PILOT: Based God Nero got this shit though.

Nero waits for Kai to get to his feet as she exits out onto the apron...before she leaps onto him looking to connect with a crossbody. But Kai catches her, forcing a wide-eyed look to appear on Nero’s face as Kai then proceeds to hoists her onto his shoulders. But Nero manages to slip out from behind him before she catches him with a dropkick that sends Kai stumbling forward. Nero then rolls back into the ring and waits for Kai to do the same, which he does. Kai then charges forward and attempts a clothesline, but Nero ducks it before she races towards the ropes in front of her. She hops onto the middle rope before springboarding off of it and catching Kai right in the face with a springboard forearm smash! Nero frantically goes for the cover as she realizes she’s got the advantage here!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nero quickly gets to her feet afterwards, running her fingers through her hair as she tries to think about what she wants to do next. Nero then quickly heads towards the nearest corner and climbs up the turnbuckles, before reaching the top one. She then takes one last look back at Kai before she leaps off and goes for a moonsault...only to hit the mat as Kai rolls out of the way! Kai and Nero are both slowly to get to their feet, but Kai is up to his first and he goes for another clothesline, only for Nero to duck it and attempt to rollup Kai as the audience cheers!

BRIAN MASON: Nero with the rollup!

RANDY THE PILOT: Get his ass, Nero!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JERMAINE MARKS: Think she just took her best shot, slime.

Nero gets to her feet quickly once more as she waits for Kai to get to his before she sneaks up from behind him and hooks his head, looking to connect with a bulldog...only for Kai to shove her off. Darling gets to her feet again, but this time, she gets caught with a quick shot to the chin that sends her reeling backwards and falling towards the ropes. Kai then pulls her away from the ropes before hooking her head and looking to go for a suplex, before Nero slips out and lands behind Kai! Kai then turns around and gets caught with a kick to the gut before she hooks his head and plants him with a DDT! Nero then turns him over slowly and goes for the cover, looking to get a pinfall victory against Kai!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The usually bubbly wrestler gets to her feet, looking surprised that Kai kicked out, before she grabbed Kai’s legs and dragged him towards the corner slowly. Nero then quickly hopped on the apron before she quickly went up the turnbuckles before she got to the top turnbuckle. Nero then looked to go for Meteora....but Kai moved out of the way, forcing Nero to drive her knees into the mat as the audience gave him a mixed reaction in return.

BRIAN MASON: Nero misses with the AK-47!

JERMAINE MARKS: Told you she took her best shot already. Game over.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shut your ass up, Jermaine.

Kai then quickly got to his feet and grabbed Nero by the head before lifting her up to both feet and headbutting her repeatedly, forcing her body to slowly go limp. He then irish whipped her towards the nearest corner, hard, forcing her back to collide with it before she stumbled forward, right into a crooked arm lariat from Kai! Kai then quickly grabbed Nero and put her into a powerbomb position before lifting her up...then driving her into the mat with a high speed release powerbomb! Nero lays on the mat and Kai goes for the cover as the audience knows this pinfall attempt is just elementary.

BRIAN MASON: Kai Bomb connects!

RANDY THE PILOT: GOD DAMMIT.

JERMAINE MARKS: That’s game, slime.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner...KAI!!!

Kai slowly gets to his feet and has his hand raised as he receives a mixed reaction from the Miami audience in attendance. Kai then shrugs it off and exits the ring as the ref checks on Nero, who ultimately fell short tonight.

WINNER: Kai (8:28)

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“Heavy Is The Head” by Zak Brown Band blares throughout the speakers as Colton Sterling makes his way from behind the curtain. The audience in attendance at the beach cheers loudly as Sterling stands there, a clipboard with some papers on it in his right hand. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, jaw clenched, but still slapping hands with a few of the fans as he seems to be in much better spirits than last show. Once he’s ringside, Colton hops on the apron before quickly entering the ring and asking for Whisper’s mic, which she gladly hands off to him. Sterling slowly makes his way towards the center of the ring as his theme dies down and so does the audience.

COLTON STERLING: I’ve spent the past two weeks or so trying to think of what exactly I was going to do when I came here to Cocoa Beach for the final Defiance before Darkness Falls.

The audience pops at the mention of the beach that they are at.

COLTON STERLING: So, after some thinking, I decided that I was going about this the wrong way this entire time. Sure, getting my hands on Heath Harper for just a few seconds was awesome, but I’m not going to get the job done of kicking Heath’s teeth down his throat by just going after him repeatedly like this. No, no. I need to get Heath Harper in the ring, where he cannot escape from me. Where I can rip him limb from limb and not worry about him bailing the ring and running like the spineless, gutless piece of garbage before I’m finished with him. So, I went and talked to Romeo Price and...

Sterling motions at the contract in his other hand.

COLTON STERLING: ...I asked him for a match against Heath Harper at Darkness Falls. And I asked for it to be contested inside a good ol’ steel cage, where the match can only be won by pinfall or submission, just to make sure that Heath cannot escape. So, Heath, bring your ass out here and come sign your death warrant.

The audience cheers as Colton stares over at the entranceway, waiting for Heath’s theme to blare out. After a few seconds and no theme hitting, Colt sighed and began speaking through the mic again.

COLTON STERLING: Come on, you little prick. I’m not gonna put my hands on you. I promise you. Now come on out and sign this contract, or I’ll come back there, find you, kick your ass, and make you sign this contract. Let’s go. We got more matches on the card that need to be wrestled and these people don’t need to sit there and just watch me stand here.

Sterling stands back and extends out his arms as he waits for his opponent to come from backstage out to the ring. Heath walks out onto and stops, Tank is with him as they both now stand at the top of the ramp.

HEATH HARPER: I'm here and not moving any further than here.

He stands there and twirls his mustache as Tank stands there shaking his head with his arms crossed. Colt smiles as he looks at his two foes.

COLTON STERLING: That's fine. I'll just toss this to you. Here.

Colton whips the clipboard as far down the ramp as he can, it landing about halfway. Heath motions for Tank to grab it before the big man does, rolling his eyes. Tank then hands it over to Heath, who begins reading it, only to have his reading interrupted by Sterling speaking over the microphone again.

COLTON STERLING: And when you sign that, Heath, hand it over to Tank too. Because this match isn’t going to be a one-on-one steel cage match, no. It’s going to be you two versus me in a handicap steel cage match!

The audience cheers once more before Sterling motions for them to sign.

COLTON STERLING: You heard right. I’m giving you the advantage here by bringing the world’s biggest lapdog to the match so that you can at least have a chance to hear your name yelled out when that bell rings. So do me a favor and sign that contract.

Heath looks it over before smirking, then looking back up at Colton.

HEATH HARPER: And if Tank and I don’t sign this?

This question brings a devilish grin onto Colt’s face as he twirls the microphone around his hand, and then raises it back up to his lips.

COLTON STERLING: If you don’t sign that contract, then I’ll just fight you outside of this ring. And you know damn well that what you did to me still hasn’t left my mind. If I have to, I’ll find where you goddamn live, kick your door down, and kick your ass in your own home. So, it’s your choice. Get it over with in this ring, or constantly have to walk around after this, looking over your shoulder and making sure that I’m not there. And I highly doubt Tank is going to be there every moment of every day, though I wouldn’t be shocked if you ask him to wipe your ass and sing you a lullaby on top of doing all your dirty work for you. So, sign, don’t sign. Doesn’t matter. I’ll get my hands on you again, sooner or later.

Heath and Colt stare each other down for a second...before Heath begins signing the contract. He then hands it over to Tank, who also signs the contract. Tank then flings the clipboard all the way down to ringside, where Colt exits the ring and grabs it before looking it over. Once he’s done, Colt lets out a big smile.

COLTON STERLING: Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll see you at Darkness Falls...or maybe sooner than that.

Sterling winks as he drops the mic and points at the contract while his theme begins blaring again. Heath and Tank begin talking to one another before they slowly back away while Sterling starts slapping hands with some of the fans nearby as we slowly cut to the back.

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The scene fades along side the HKW porta potty area as the former HKW World Champion Felicity Banks is seen texting away on her cell phone walking past the pedestrians waiting in line to use the bathroom. As she passes, one of the doors is kicked wide open and Lance Winters steps out of the porta potty. He takes a deep breath.

LANCE WINTERS: GODDAMN BURRITO. Sheeeeessssh. Shouldn’t of stopped at the food truck.

Lance looks over to see Felicity walking by and he smiles. He takes out a bottle of hand sanitizer from his back pocket and squeezes some of it on his hand. After rubbing it on his hands he jogs over and places his arm around Felicity.

LANCE WINTERS: OOOOOOOHHHH HHAALLLLEEEE THEE GOOD OL QUEEN OF QUEENS since that band called Queen.

Felicity never took her eyes from her phone, covering her nose with her Defiance t-shirt to block the smell coming from the porta potties.

FELICITY BANKS: Gonna seriously throw up if I don’t get away from here.

She takes a few steps forward and gets away from the stank area, the Reapers president following along.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t know why you’re following me, Lance. Don’t wanna become a Reaper, and I don’t need you and your guys to handle anything for me this time. I have my situations all under control.

She finally looks up from her phone, still tapping her fingers off the screen.

FELICITY BANKS: Well, kinda. I will after tonight at least.

The former HKW World Champion goes back to texting, finally sliding the Defiance t-shirt from the bridge of her nose.

FELICITY BANKS: Whoa. Just realized something. If you and Zavy beat Alex J and Tank at House of Pain, you two are gonna get a tag title match against my good buddies Brick and Baron!

Winters giggles and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: RIGHT you are. I been noticing you getting in a bit of a TUSSLE WITH them fellas. HEY I HEAR YA. You don’t me or my guys like last time. I UNDERSTAND. I get it don’t worry.

The Prez rubs his chin.

LANCE WINTERS: After last week SEEMS THINGS A GETTING A LITTLE dicey. YOU NEED ANYTHING just say the word cause uh...Well. I figure we could help each other out seeing that we both have a bit of an issue with those boys. SHUCKS, I sure do LIKE THEM BOYS. But they in the possession of something that I WANT. And you? Well...YEAH. YOU SURE you don’t need anything?

The 2014 Wrestler of the Year continues texting away on her phone. You could see that she didn’t like what she was reading, rolling her eyes and sticking her phone into her shorts pocket.

FELICITY BANKS: I don’t know. I don’t freaking know. It’s like…

She shakes her head from side to side.

FELICITY BANKS: Like no matter what I do, I can’t get that damn peasant Billy Joe by himself. There’s always someone there! Bo, Brick, Baron; one of those scumbags are always around right when I think I have Billy Joe right where I want him! It’s sooooooo…

She tugs on her hair.

FELICITY BANKS: Frustrating! Can’t freaking take it anymore. Ina’s too scared to come to Defiance now. Talia wants nothing to do with HKW. Fran’s too busy trying to make NEON’s life hell. And I have no freaking IDEA WHERE THESE GOATS ARE!

She pulls her phone back out of her pocket, looking to see if she got a new message.

FELICITY BANKS: Obviously I’m not sure, but you could probably see that.

Winters chuckles as he listens to Felicity speak.

LANCE WINTERS: SO WHAT you’re saying is you MIGHT POSSIBLY need ol’ Lanceyyy’s HELP?

Lance looks around and sees a fan just opening a Bud Light.

LANCE WINTERS: One sec, Queen.

The Prez runs over and snatches the beer out of the fans hand and runs back over to Felicity’s side.

FAN: HEY THAT’S MINE!

LANCE WINTERS: BITE ME!

Lance takes a swig from the beer and chuckles.

LANCE WINTERS: Now WHERE WERE we? OH YES. You need help from the friendly neighborhood REAPER.

As much as she hated asking for help, Felicity had been on the wrong side of the numbers game against A.S.H over the last few weeks. She was still all bruised up and hurting from their attacks over consecutive weeks, and didn’t want this Defiance to end the way the previous three had.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah...sure...maybe...probably... yah…

Lance slaps her in the back nearly making her drop her phone and laughs.

LANCE WINTERS: FINE THEN. It’s a deal. Don’t worry QUEEN. The Reaper will be looking after ya.

Lance walks off chugging away at his beer as Felicity shakes her head and goes back to texting on her phone as the scene fades away.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

“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: Introducing first, he is HEATH HARPER!

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

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 opponent, he is BRIAN STRYKER!

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DING! DING! DING!


Brian and Heath slowly circle the ring before the two cruiserweights lockup. Brian quickly puts Heath into a headlock before taking him down to cheers from the audience. Harper quickly slips out of the headlock and both men scramble up to both feet before Heath attempts a clothesline. Stryker ducks underneath it before waiting for Harper to turn around to catch him with a european uppercut that floors the mustached man! Brian watches Heath stumbles backwards, allowing Brian to rush forward, hook his legs around Heath’s head, and send him flying with a hurricanrana! Heath falls out of the ring nearby to where Tank is, who quickly tries to help him to his feet.

This allows Stryker to run towards the ropes opposite of Tank and Heath, bounce off of them, then leap through the ropes into Heath and Tank, sending Heath to the ground, but barely forcing Tank to move! Tank quickly reaches down to put his hands on Stryker, but “Heavy Is The Head” by the Zac Brown Band blares through the speakers before Colton Sterling comes racing down towards the ring! Colton makes his way around the ring, charging at Tank and catching him with a forearm smash to the face that sends him backwards! Colton then quickly grabs a chair and goes running after Tank, who starts quickly racing away from the chair wielding Tampa Bay native.

BRIAN MASON: Sterling is going right after Tank!

JERMAINE MARKS: Run your big ass, Tank! Run!

RANDY THE PILOT: That chair about to fold like a motherfucker when it catches Tank’s skull.

Tank and Colt disappear to the back as Brian gets to his feet and grabs Heath by the head before he rolls him back into the ring. Brian then slides in, but as soon as he gets to his feet, gets caught with a Superman punch from Heath, seemingly knocking him out! Heath then drags Brian away from the ropes before he goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Heath quickly gets to his feet and heads towards a corner, motioning for Harpooned, his patent punt kick. Brian slowly rolls onto all fours before Heath races forward and attempts Harpooned, only for Brian to move out of the way at the last second! Stryker then quickly gets to his feet and waits for Heath to turn around before catching him with his patent superkick, then going for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: FIRST STRYKE CONNECTS!

RANDY THE PILOT: That First Stryke is the goddamn shit though.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Brian quickly grabs Heath and drags him closer to the nearest corner before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Stryker stands at the top and motions for the audience to get loud before leaping off and connecting with his patent shooting star press! Brian then hooks both legs as he goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: AIR STRYKE!

JERMAINE MARKS: That’s game, slime!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner...BRIAN STRYKER!!!

Brian slowly gets to his feet and has his hand raised as the Cocoa Beach audience cheers for the guy who doesn’t have the weird mustache.

BRIAN MASON: Well, that’s a loss for Heath Harper.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, but unlike this match, he’s going to have Tank by his side in the future.

RANDY THE PILOT: If Tank ain’t hunted down and hurt by the end of tonight.

WINNER: Brian Stryker (4:44)

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The cameras picked up Kai sitting backstage against a wall, his head down and hair covering his face as he clenched and unclenched his fists. The normally stoic and mysterious veteran's hands were trembling slightly, as if he were holding back slightly as his voice echoed off of the walls around him.

KAI: Five weeks. 36 days. 864 Hours. 51840 Minutes. 3110400 Seconds. That's all the time I have to wait until you and I are in the ring together, Hurst.

There was something there, something that one has never heard before in the deep voice of Kai before: Excitement. Just the fact that he's getting a match against the one woman that he's been chasing, been hunting for months on end seems to have lit even more of a fire under the man if possible.

KAI: I'm a patient man once I've gotten what I want. And with this, I've more than gotten it. So if you desire to duck away and run from me until then, by all means, do so. Run, hide, do all that you can for as long as you can to avoid me. Because now, you're on borrowed time.

Kai looks away for a moment, his hand clenching tightly as the anger beneath the surface threatens to spill over. Managing to calm himself down, Kai looked straight ahead as he continued to speak.

KAI: When that day finally happens, there won't be anywhere for you to run. No corners to try and duck behind once it becomes clear what you're up against. No cars to dive into once you realize you're outgunned in the worst way imaginable. And no amount of annoying little quips about Ava to try and distract me. You'll be forced into the ring in a sanctioned match, and there isn't anyone for you to turn to that'll save you. It'll just be you and I, and thousands of spectators there to witness months and months of rage unleashed all. At. You.

Kai's painted face twists into a scowl but it's gone as quickly as it comes, his bright green eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the stairway as he continues to speak.

KAI: When I made my vow the last time around about leaving you as nothing more than a pile of broken bones and mangled flesh, I meant it. With every ounce of blood, bile, and ice that flows through my veins I plan on following through and you've got no one to blame for what happens but yourself. For every second of agony that Ava had to suffer at the hands of you and your little bed warmer. For every single minute you ran away from me like nothing more than a coward, only putting off the inevitable.

Kai hissed as his eyes flashed, staring directly into the camera.

KAI: Come darkness falls Knox, don't look forward to a wrestling match of any kind. Look forward to feeling the last gasps of breath leaving your body as I beat you within an inch of your life .

Kai turns on his heel, moving up the steps as his trench coat whips behind him as the screen fades out.
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WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a tag team match! Introducing first, as the first half of RIP, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One, LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

"Pain" by Three Days Grace hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers.

The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right".

Out of nowhere, a security guard that watching the fans jumps over the barrier with a metal crutch at hand and cracks Luke Wisia in the back with it. There’s a hoodie pulled over their head with a big “SECURITY” label across it. Luke stumbles down the ramp some, but doesn’t get to turn around in time for the second delivery from the metal crutch crashing right into the back of his head, sending him into the side of the barrier.

BRIAN MASON: What is this!? The match hasn’t started yet, but it seems that security is attacking Luke Wisia?

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think that’s security, Brian.

The hoodie pulls back to reveal Ashley Sullivan from underneath. Luke is leaning against the barrier as she closes in on him and takes another wild swing. Wisia rolls out of the way just in time and scrambles around the side of the ring, but Ashley is hot on his heels and looks livid! Ashley takes another swing, but this time Luke hurdles over the barrier and makes a run for it. He begins to shove the crowd out of his way while Ashley is following him up the steps. In a desperate attempt to get away, Luke jumps over the side steps and tumbles five feet below to the concrete. Ashley jumps over the steps as well, keeping the heat on him as she lands on her feet.

The crowd see Luke shake his head in disbelief as he avoids Ashley and makes his way past the curtain and to the backstage area. Ashley hits the ground with the crutch a few times before following him to the back.

JERMAINE MARKS: Well, shiiiiiit. What now? It don’t look like Luke and Ashley are too interested in this match anymore.

BRIAN MASON: After the hell Luke put her through last Defiance, do you blame her? There’s only so much one person can take.

The camera turns back to the announcer in the middle of the ring, who has just been told how the match will now be held in her ear piece.

WHISPER VIPERI: I’ve been told that this will continue to still be a tag team match! If anyone wishes to join either Leifi Maivia or Nicole Hamilton, they will be allowed to have a tag partner. Now introducing as part of the first team, hailing from the Isle of Samoa, he is The Silent Samoan, Leifi MAIIIVIIIAAAA!!!

Leifi comes from various areas of 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 his opponent, from Chicago, IL, Nicole Hamilton!

"House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie 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 Hamilton. 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: I’ve just been informed that someone will be taking a place in this tag team match, from Oakland, California; weighing in at 230 pounds...representing the Reapers In Pride....SHELTON MONROE!

Shelton Monroe is seen already in the ring, “100 Coffins” by Rick Ross blaring throughout the arena as he hops up and down at the top of the ramp to get ready for his match. He walks down the rampway, ignoring the crowd, and slides in to give Leifi a high five. Both men stand in their corner, looking across at Nicole Hamilton, and waiting to see if she gets a partner for the match.

She looks over at Whisper, who just give a shrug of the shoulders back to Nicole when it’s clear that no one is going to step up to team with her. RIP looks to be licking their lips and talking in low voices in their corner, giving a laugh at their opponent. Nicole starts talking to Whisper, but Viperi is shaking her head and telling Nicole that she won’t have a tag team partner.

BRIAN MASON: This isn’t a tag team match, this is a handicap match.

JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh, it ain’t RIP’s fault that they had someone willing to take Luke’s place, but it’s Nicole’s fault that she ain’t got a partner here tonight. She can be a straight up bitch, yo.

Nicole returns to her corner looking pissed off as Leifi and Shelton discuss what to do in their corner. Hamilton looks over to her empty turnbuckle as RIP decide to start the match with Shelton Monroe.

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DING DING!


Hamilton immediately charges across the ring and blasts Shelton with a jumping forearm smash. Hamilton follows it up with a spin kick to the midsection, and proceeds to bounce off the ropes to connect with a running single leg dropkick on the rebound. Hamilton goes for the quick cover…

ONE!

KICKOUT


Hamilton mounts overtop of Shelton and unleashes with rights and lefts to his face until she pops up to her feet and glances over at her Darkness Falls opponent. Leifi doesn’t seem bothered as Nicole turns her attention back to Shelton Monroe, but nearly gets decapitated after a huge big boot! Shelton stumbles toward his corner holding his face and makes the tag. Leifi storms right into the ring, lifts Nicole up to a vertical base, and then hits her with a fallaway slam that sends her all the way across the ring! Leifi bounces back up to his feet and smirks over at the grounded Nicole Hamilton.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t like what I’m seeing here.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, Nicole could’ve had a partner! It’s just that… nobody came out here for her.

JERMAINE MARKS: Coulda swore she had friends, but I guess nah.

BRIAN MASON: She does! But they’re all busy with their business!

JERMAINE MARKS: You don’t gotta get all emotional, Mase. Damn.

Leifi grabs a hold of Nicole’s hair and rips her up to her feet before he whips her hard into his teams corner. Leifi measures her up, and then runs full speed at the corner, delivering a huge body avalanche to his Darkness Falls opponent! Nicole falls right to the ground as Leifi smirks and makes the tag to Shelton Monroe.

Once Monroe enters the ring, he stomps down at every one of Nicole’s limbs while spinning around in a circle. He lifts her up to her feet, kicks her in the gut, and then executes a hellacious powerbomb that shakes the ring! Leifi applauds Shelton from the outside as Shelton falls on top of Nicole and makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Somehow Nicole gets her shoulder up, surprising Shelton Monroe and Leifi Maivia. A confused Shelton moves over toward his corner and makes the tag to Leifi. Leifi motions for Shelton to lift Nicole up so they could do some sort of double team maneuver. Shelton obliges and grabs a hold of Nicole’s hair, ripping her to her feet. Shelton looks for another powerbomb while Leifi gets in position for the cutter, but Nicole crawls between Shelton’s legs, bounces up to her feet, and dropkicks Shelton right into Leifi!

Leifi falls out between the ropes and onto the apron while Shelton stumbles back, and Nicole was right there to hop onto his shoulders and execute a reverse hurricanrana!

RANDY THE PILOT: What a move there by Nicole!

JERMAINE MARKS: This her chance, slime. She need to get that brolic nigga Leifi out now.

Leifi was still on the apron but up to his feet, allowing Nicole to spring up to the middle rope and hit a triangle dropkick on Leifi! He falls right off the apron and to the floor below, Nicole shouting some obscenities in his direction. She turns around and sees Shelton slowly making it back to his feet, but before he could do anything, Nicole runs right at him and locks in the “Crazy Train” octopus hold!

BRIAN MASON: She’s got that octopus stretch locked in!

Nicole wrenches back on the pressure, and after a few seconds, Shelton begins to tap!

JERMAINE MARKS: She done did it! This lil ass girl just beat two niggas at once!

BRIAN MASON: No she didn’t! Shelton’s not the legal man!

After feeling Shelton tap out against her leg, Nicole lets go of the hold and falls right to the mat. She thinks she won the match, popping up to her feet and throwing her arms in the air, but the referee tells her Shelton wasn’t the legal man! Nicole couldn’t believe what she was hearing, looking outside the ring where she last saw Leifi but he was gone. Leifi slides in behind Nicole, waits for her to turn around, and then takes her head off with a huge lariat! But the RIP hellhound didn’t stop there, lifting Nicole up to her feet, only to slam her back to the mat with a huge spinebuster! Leifi makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THR--KICKOUT!


Somehow Nicole gets her shoulder up before the referee’s hand came down for the three! Leifi grabs the referee by his collar and yells that that was a slow count, but the referee emphatically points two fingers at Leifi’s face. Leifi swipes his hand through his hair and looks over at Shelton Monroe in his corner. He yells “don’t fuck this up” before making the tag to the new RIP recruit. Shelton storms the ring, lifts Nicole up to her feet, and spikes her to the mat with a sitout full nelson bomb! Shelton makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THR--KICKOUT!


Nicole gets her shoulder up before the three count one again! Shelton can’t believe it, looking over at his partner who could be heard screaming “FINISH HER OFF” in Shelton’s direction. Shelton nods his head and lifts Nicole up to her feet. He goes for a big right hook, but Nicole ducks underneath it and comes back with a step up enziguri that rocks Shelton! But Shelton doesn’t fall down! Nicole runs off the ropes and connects with running single knee right to Shelton’s face! This time getting him down to the ground!

BRIAN MASON: And there’s still some fight left in Nicole!

JERMAINE MARKS: Can’t believe what I’m seein’ right na. Thought this chick was dead like five minutes ago, and here she go. Still more fight in her.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but can she put them away?! She might be hurting herself here by letting this match keep going!

Nicole doesn’t go for the cover, and instead, she runs across the ring and blasts Leifi with a running elbow to the face, knocking him off the apron! Nicole turns her attention back over to Monroe and waits for him to get back to his feet. Once he does, Nicole springs up and goes for a hurricanrana, but Shelton catches her! He holds her up in powerbomb position while backing up toward his corner, allowing Leifi to climb up to the apron and makes the tag!

With Nicole still up on Shelton’s shoulders, the new RIP recruit charges across the ring and powerbombs Nicole right into the corner! The impact causes her to bounce forward instead of going down, but Leifi was right there to turn her inside out with the “Samoan’s Spear!” Leifi pulls Nicole away from the ropes, hooks the leg, and makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!!!

DING DING!


WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… SHELTON MONROE, AND LEIFI MAIIIIIIIIVIA!!!

“We Are One” blares over the sound speakers set up on the beach as Leifi looks down at Nicole Hamilton, Shelton holding a smile on his face. The referee raises both Shelton and Leifi’s arms in the air, Leifi ripping it right away to shout some things at Nicole.

LEIFI MAIVIA: This was just the beginning, Hamilton! At Darkness Falls… I’m ending you!

Leifi stomps down on Nicole and goes to continue, but Shelton rips him away to get him to stop. Leifi pulls himself away from Shelton and exits the ring, proud of his work tonight.

BRIAN MASON: Welp, if things weren’t heated between Leifi and Nicole before...they certainly are now!

JERMAINE MARKS: I’m just shocked to see how much fight that girl had in her. Probably has something to do with goin’ back to her regular last name.

RANDY THE PILOT: Word. No Starr got that much fight in them.

Leifi walks up the ramp with Shelton behind him, turning his head over his shoulder to see Nicole slowly coming to. Leifi winks at Nicole as she pulls herself up by the ropes, fuming over what had just happened.

WINNERS - LEIFI MAIVIA AND SHELTON MONROE (8:30)


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A camera is shakily running backstage to where loud screaming and yelling can be heard across even the distance between the two. At the camera gets closer, the figure of Ashley Sullivan can be seen still wearing the black hoodie she was wearing before when she chased Luke Wisia away from the ring and through the crowd, the word "security" printed across her back. Beside her and lying prone on a table is Luke Wisia. His shirt is pulled up to expose his back, leaving bare skin vulnerable to the belt she is holding high overhead and bringing it down to whip him.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: How do you like it?! You think you’re soooooo fucking special.

LUKE WISIA: GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!

Ashley pauses for a moment to measure each and every whip in tune with every word.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: How… about… you… get… in… on… the… fun?!

Ashley takes a step back to catch her breath as Luke rolls onto his back, groaning in pain as he does so when he realizes how much pain he is putting himself through. Ashley pulls off the hoodie she was wearing to disguise herself and tosses it to the side, the one thing most noticeable about her attire underneath is a blue bandana tied around her neck like a scarf.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Boy Luke, all this fun sure can make you work up a sweat. Oh hey, I think your neck might be cold. Let me help you out with that.

Ashley takes the belt she was just whipping Luke with and wraps it around his neck. Not satisfied with merely choking him, she drops down under the end of the table and uses her weight to tighten the belt even more. Luke kicks and thrashes around on the table, reaching up to his neck and tries to get the belt loose but there is no getting it from around his neck.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That’s right, Luke. Kick for me. Let me know… how… fucking… happy… you… are… with… all… this… fun!

With every word, Ashley bounces to pull with her weight to tighten the belt before more. After a few seconds, she finally lets go of the belt and Luke flies up from the table as he was trying to pull himself up the entire time. He rolls off of the table coughing loudly, trying to pull the belt off from around his neck. Ashley stops him though as she takes it into her hands and yanks it up as if he were nothing more than a dog on a leash.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: God you’re pathetic. Are you seriously a Banks? Fel and Brandon wouldn't be caught dead like this. Besides a little something I like to call pride, they also have a spine.

Ashley yanks on the belt to pull him up and quickly sends him into the wall before yanking him back to send him into the opposite side. Luke tries to fight her off but Ashley has a decided advantage over him with control as simple as a pull of the belt to send him into a wall. She repeats this over and over again, almost a dozen times as she leads him down the hall.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Hey, I think I just invented a new game… Luke Pinball. Game designers can just send requests to the HKW offices here.

Ashley continues to bounce Luke against the wall until he meets a wall length window. Instead of bouncing off of it painfully, he goes flying all the way through it to the other side and the belt finally flies free from Ashley’s grip. It was obviously safety glass as millions of small glass cubes fly every way. Ashley looks looks around with a look of feigned innocence before leaping through the now broken window to go in after Luke who is now lying motionless on the floor. Blood stains the floor and the glass around his upper body as cuts decorate his arms and forehead. Seeing him laying there, Ashley pounces before he has a chance to even realize that she is there let alone fight back, sitting on top his his chest, his head sandwiched between her feet.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You know, only someone as gutless as you would go about kidnapping someone and whipping them only after you have them tied up. You can fight back at any time, something you denied me of a couple weeks ago. That’s why I’m better than you. I don’t have to stoop to your lows to get shit down and still send a message. That message? Don't FUCK with Ashley.

Ashley looks behind her over her shoulder to Luke’s crotch area before returning her attention to him. With an almost gentle gesture, she nudges at the side of his head with the toe of one of her shoes.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Like the new shoes? I got them just for tonight, you know?

Standing up, Luke coughs a couple times while holding his chest as Ashley circles around him still lying on the floor.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I went shopping last week with one thing in particular in mind I wanted to get… STEEL TOES MOTHERFUCKER!

Ashley reaches back with a foot and kicks him as hard as she can in the crotch. A gasp of pain escapes Luke’s throat as he lets out a high pitched scream of pain and almost sits all the way up, his mouth wide open in shock. Ashley only stands back for a moment amused.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Flat chested huh?

Ashley kicks him again for good measure before going back to the window.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Oh and when the doctors ask just how some flat chested little bitch kicked your little baby dick all the way up into your throat, tell them I sent you. See you at Darkness Falls, Luke.

Ashley jumps back through the window just as she came, the only sound being that of a few pieces of glass falling and looking crying in pain as he holds his hands between his legs. punching the floor underneath him.

LUKE WISIA: You’re done…. YOU’RE DONE! DO YOU FUCKIN’ HEAR ME!?!?!

He continues to roll around in pain on the ground, unable to stand back up. Luke rests he head like a pillow and rolls to his stomach. He’s in too much pain to do anything else as the camera zooms in on him for just a moment before turning to black.

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"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.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, JACK WARREN!

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.

BRIAN MASON: This cocky son of a bitch.

JERMAINE MARKS: You ain't gonna say it his fuckin' face though slime. So shut the hell up.

BRIAN MASON: I don't need to. He already knows exactly what he is.

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.

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

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. As soon as he pops down Joey is brought right back down to his feet as Jack Warren Elbow Strikes Joey in the back of the head and begins to rain down punches on him. The ref quickly calls for the bell.

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


BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! Should of known Jack Warren wouldn't fight fair!

JERMAINE MARKS: Ain't nobody gotta fight fair in this shit slime. You gotta do what you can get get that W.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit what I miss?! Guy at the concession stand was tryna jip me!

The ref tries to pull Jack off of Joey but Jack brushes pass him and begins to stomp & kick Joey. He then grabs Joey by his hair. Warren goes to hit a Bulldog but Joey pushes him off catching the Indy superstar off guard. Miles then goes to hit a Running Clothesline! The fans cheer the moment Jack Warren is brought down. Joey looks around to the crowd who is cheering for him and slightly smiles. His smile fades away and instantly as he goes back on the attack. He goes to pick Jack up and Irish Whips him to the ropes. As Jack Warren makes his way back Joey hits the Scoop Slam. He starts to go for the pin but thinks better of it. Joey gets back up to his feet and walks over to a corner. He crouches down waiting for Jack to get back up. Jack slowly starts to get back up to his feet and Joey is off! He sprints towards Warren and goes for a Forearm Smash but Jack ducks under and hits a Tiger Suplex!

BRIAN MASON: Neither man can get the upper hand in this one!

RANDY THE PILOT: Word. Both guys just keep countering one another bruh.

Jack gets up holding his head as the fans boo him. He of course ignores them as he makes his way over to Joey. Jack slaps the back of Miles head a few times before he picks him up. As he gets him back up to his feet he tosses Joey to the ropes and instead of waiting for him to get back to him Jack runs towards him and hits a Leg Lariat nearly taking Joey Miles' head off! Warren gets up slapping his chest hyping himself up. The crowd boos him and in return Jack flips the fans off telling them to shut the hell up. Warren drops and Elbow on her neck and wraps in a side headlock. The ref goes to check to see if Joey wants to quit but Joey refuses. Warren applies more pressure and demands that Joey quits but nope Miles shows no quit as he starts to get up to his feet. Jack looks around shocked that Joey is getting up but his eyes truly widen one Joey picks him up and hits a Back Drop causing Warren to let go of the hold.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee! Nice move by the former commentator.

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit he might of bought himself some time but that ain't shit slime!

Joey gets up to a knee holding his neck and rubbing it while trying to catch his breath. He looks over to Jack and slowly gets up to his feet. He picks up Jack to his feet as he was attempting to get up to his feet. Joey begins to hit several hellish chops to the chest causing the fans to "Woooo!". Joey then kicks Jack in the midsection and sets up for a Fisherman DDT. He looks round to the fans cheering him on and hits the DDT maneuver! Joey goes for the cover.

OOONNN-KICKOUT!

Joey can't believe his that Jack kicked out so early and shakes his head. He goes to pick him back up to his feet and tosses him into a corner turnbuckle. Joey sizes Warren up for a moment and then runs over attempting to hit a running knee lift, but Jack quickly ducks and hops out of the ring. Joey didn't have time to stop as ran his knee into the top turnbuckle and drops down to the mat holding his knee. Jack leans up on a barricade laughing a little. The fans boo Jack as he slides back into the ring and points at the downed Joey Miles. He laughs a little but then begins to stomp on Joey's knee repeatedly. Jack backs off and tells Joey to get up. Joey slowly gets up hobbling a little. Warren puts up his fist as if he wants a fist fight with Joey. Joey looks around a bit confused then puts his fist up also. Joey throws a punch but Jack ducks down and shoots for Joey's leg. As Joey falls to the ground Jack flips him over on his stomach and locks in a Half Boston Crab focusing on Joey's hurt knee. He punches Jack's knee a few times and then let's go of the submission hold.

RANDY THE PILOT: Wonder how bad that knee is bruh?

JERMAINE MARKS: Who the fuck cares? Jack just smart enough to put two together can capitalize on the shit slime. Shocks the hell outta me to be honest. That boy stupid as fuck.

Jack drags Joey into the middle of the ring and locks in Warren's Time while driving his knee into Miles' back. The ref quickly goes to check on Joey to see if he will tap. But no! He doesn't give up.

JACK WARREN: C'MON JOEY! EVERYONE TAPS!

The fans begin an uproar of boos after they hear Jack use Shane Atwater's catchphrase. Jack laughs as he applies more pressure. Joey cries out in pain but does not quit. He keeps telling the ref he will not quit. Minutes past and Joey begins to slowly crawl to the ropes. He soon reaches the ropes forcing Jack to let go of the hold. Jack let's go after the ref counts down for him to let go. Jack shakes his head and goes to pick Joey back up. He picks him up and looks around to the fans who are booing him. He shakes his head and knees Joey in the gut. He goes to toss Joey into the corner turnbuckle. Joey leans up on the turnbuckle in agonizing pain. Jack then sprints over to Joey and goes for an Enziguri but no! Joey ducks and Jack falls to the mat!

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn. Karma a bitch slime.

BRIAN MASON: Can Joey capitalize and pick up the win?!

Joey looks around to the fans who are cheering for him. He nods and begins to slowly make his way up to the top rope gingerly. He looks down at Jack Warren that's under him and nods. Joey goes for Gravity Defied! But No! Jack moves out of of the way and quickly goes for the pin while pulling Jack's tights!

BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL! HE HAS THE TIGHTS! HE HAS THE DAMN TIGHTS?! DON'T COUNT THIS REF?! GODDAMNIT DON'T COUNT THIS!

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TTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

"I Want It All" by Down With Webster hits the PA System and Jack quickly rolls out of the ring holding the back of his head as he back pedals up the ramp. The crowd boos as Jack laughs. Joey looks up the ramp at Jack and punches the mat shaking his head.

BRIAN MASON: That no good cheating son of a bitch! Screw you Jack Warren! Screw you!!!

JERMAINE MARKS: Aye don't be mad slime. That bitch nigga just used his brain is all.

WINNER: JACK WARREN VIA PIN FALL (14:38)

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As the scene fades under Defiance General Manager Romeo Price’s tent he is seen grabbing his black pinstriped suit jacket from off his chair as Leander Apollo peels it open slightly, giving Romeo a few seconds to realize somebody was on the outside before entering inside. Not being in action on this particular night, he’s also dressed in a more modest three-piece suit with a golden yellow tie accentuating it, a pair of Bose headphones resting in the back of his neck as he approaches.

LEANDER APOLLO: Hey Rom- erm, Mr. Price. Sorry. Old habit. Wanted to get a few minutes in with you, if you’ve got the time?

Romeo looks over to Leander from the corner of his eye and lightly chuckles as he puts on the suit jacket. As he begins to button the jacket up he nods.

ROMEO PRICE: Sure what can I do you for Mr. Apollo? You actually caught me ready to head out to address a…...A matter that has become a nuisance these past few months…

Price groans at the thought of HKW’s Co-Owner Lyle Risky.

ROMEO PRICE: But I can spare a few minutes to help an old friend….

Leander gave him a small smile back in return.

LEANDER APOLLO: Then I’ll be brief. I’m not usually one to ask for this kind of thing. As you know, I tend to let my in-ring work do the talking for me. We know the Lethal Lottery is still going on and we’re using the time off to prep for Cindy & Cordelia on July 4th, but...I want to make it clear that regardless of who comes out victorious out of the Lethal Lottery and whoever walks away with those belts after the Lethal Lottery winners challenge for it...well, we want a shot at it.

The “Golden Comet” exhales for a moment, almost as if that was the hard part to get off his chest.

LEANDER APOLLO: I say this to you, because you know what it’s like, man. You pushed the hell out of Sex Sells for their gold once as part of Hubris with Alistair Slayde, you know what it takes to make it as a part of a tag team and as fun and exciting as the Lethal Lottery has been...and you know that sometimes, you have to be a bit more direct when it comes to getting results. From day one, we’ve said we want the gold and that we would fight anybody in order to get it. All I’m asking is that both Vanessa and I are at least in consideration for a shot sometime down the road. Directly. Rather than going the route some people would by spewing verbal diatribe inside or outside the ring or jeopardizing somebody else’s livelihood to send a message.

Romeo crosses his arms nodding as he listens to Apollo speak.

ROMEO PRICE: Mr. Apollo…..I understand. I agree with you completely. This tournament was just something to kick our Tag Team division in the ass. Pick these kids up...But you are correct about one thing. You and Ms. Cade have been a constant factor when it comes to the World Tag Team Division. Don’t worry myself and the others have not forgotten about the two of you when it comes to the World Tag Team Championship…

He walks over and picks up a glass and the glass bottle half full of Scotch. He removes the glass ball styled cap and pours some of the Scotch in the glass. He takes a sip and turns to look back over to the once PDW Cyber Champion.

ROMEO PRICE: But as you know this is Hard Knox Wrestling and things are a bit…..How can I say this? A bit undetermined when it comes to the superstars on either Defiance or iGNiTE rosters. One’s course can easily be altered at any moment. You’ve been here long enough to see that those sorts of things happen often but...That has not steered you and your fiance’s vision to grasping championship gold. That’s good….I like that. So Mr. Apollo all I can truly tell you right now is for the two of you to not steer away from your goal. Keep the World Tag Team Championships in your line of sight and you will one day earn that chance to challenge for them..

The Defiance GM shrugs his shoulders.

ROMEO PRICE: I clearly cannot guarantee a shot right now but I can tell you….You’re not far away from it. You two are one of our more impressive tag teams, so it wouldn’t be impossible for that goal to be reached…

Apollo simply nodded after soaking that all in with a deep breath.

LEANDER APOLLO: That’s all I needed. We’ll be ready for when that time comes. And if you and anybody else in all of Hard Knox need some more concrete evidence to do it, then watch what Vanessa and I do against one of the best tag teams we’ve both will probably ever end up facing in our lives. Appreciate your time. I’ll see myself out.

Placing his hands in the pockets of the suit jacket, Leander turns around, stopping for a moment and exhaling before turning around slightly, a wider grin on his lips.

LEANDER APOLLO: ...And Romeo? You be careful out there. Among the lot of us, Risko does have far too much experience at bullshitting people and things left, right and center. Rather not have to pay an old friend a visit at the hospital or worse.

ROMEO PRICE: Visit an old friend in a hospital? Hmph……..Zero or that slimey fuck?

Leander seems to almost laugh at the trademark “Hmph” he’s known for so long, almost as if he’d been waiting for that particular moment out of the Defiance GM.

LEANDER APOLLO: Hopefully, none of you. Good luck out there.

The “Golden Comet” slips back on his Bose headphones as he makes his way out of tent as the scene fades.

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The scene fades backstage with Lance Winters sitting in XAD’S section of the superstar’s s tents. He picks up a bottle of purple glitter and checks it out.

LANCE WINTERS: I wonder if…

The Prez smirks and opens the cap. He beings to pour some on him with his eyes closed.

LANCE WINTERS: REAAPPPERRR RRAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNN!

The tent nearest to his opens, and a very flustered XAD walks out, quickly tucking something into the pocket of his jacket.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Alright Lance, I’m ready to -

XAD stops as he catches sight of Lance pouring the purple glitter he uses for his entrances all over himself, chanting the words Reaper Rain loudly. His eyes widen and he tilts his head slightly as he continues to watch the very bizarre scene.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Um… Lance…? What’re you…?

Lance jumps almost dropping the bottle. He looks over shocked by Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: Me? NOTHING. Just getting all pretty for the ladies you know? YOU OKAY? Everything alright down there?

Winters looks down at the knee. Xavier nods slightly, his hand unconsciously moving towards the pocket he’d slipped something in just moments before.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Y-yeah, It’s fine… can at least walk on it now without it giving out, y’know?

Lance looks down at his hand and begins to strain his eyes.

LANCE WINTERS: Xavier? Buddy….WHAT YOU GOT IN THERE?!

Lance hops up and reaches into Xavier’s pocket. Xavier tries his best to stop Lance but no use as Winters takes out a bottle of prescribed hydrocodone.

LANCE WINTERS: WELL, WELL, WELL. What do we have here? You holding out on me BUDDY? C’mon. NOT cool Xavier.

Daniels sputtered slightly trying to explain away the bottle of painkillers on his person as he reaches out to try and take it from Lance, who holds it out of reach.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: L-Lance! It’s not what it looks like, I swear! It’s just something I have in case I need it! Please give it back!

After a few moments, Daniels gave up in trying to get the bottle back and gave a sigh, dragging his hand down his face.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Just in case I can’t take the pain anymore. I’ve been off of it since I got arrested, Lance. That’s three months I’ve been gritting through the pain and just trying to smile it off like I don’t feel it. I… I can’t take it anymore.

He gave the RIP President a pleading look.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I don’t care if I get arrested or fail a drug test… I need it.

Lance looks at the bottle for a moment and sighs. He slides it in his inner pocket in his cut.

LANCE WINTERS: The hell are you talking about? YOU DONT NEED this stuff. I’ve seen you do the impossible on that bum leg.

Lance pats the knee causing Xavier to cringe a little.

LANCE WINTERS: Goddamnit you sound like one of those dopes...I mean you sound like ONE OF THOSE HOPELESS FUCKES at AA meetings who up an leave cause they think they can’t live without the shit.

Winters pokes Xavier in the chest while looking in his eyes.

LANCE WINTERS: AND you’re not a HOPELESS SON OF A BITCH are you, Xavier? Huh?

Xavier stays silent for a moment, looking away from Lance as he takes in his words. Giving a soft sigh, he turns to look up at Winters.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You’re… right. You’re right, Lance. I don’t need it, not after everything I’ve done here on one leg. The pain’s always gonna be tough to deal with… but I can at least try to get through one show without downing a handful of pills.

He manages to give a small smile.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Thanks, I… I needed to hear that…

Lance hugs Xavier and pats him on the back.

LANCE WINTERS: HEEEYY! Tha’t s my boy! THAT’S what I want to hear. Now let’s get you out there so you can kick this son of a bitch’s ass HUH?!

Xavier turns to head out of the tent and Lance begins to follow but stops himself and turns to see Xavier’s Gatorade. He looks back at Xavier who is still walking out and reaches into his cut to get the pills. He opens up the cap and takes out two or three crushing them up before he opens the Gatorade and pours the powder into the drink. He quickly places the bottle back into his cut and twists the cap back onto the Gatorade.

LANCE WINTERS: Not gonna let this kid quit on me yet goddamnit.

He mumbles to himself as he shakes the bottle a little. He turns to head out with Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: HEY XAVIER! Don’t forget YOUR DRINK BUD!

The scene then begins to fade away as Xavier is seen taking a drink out of the bottle.

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See me in the club….
Wavin’ strobe lights!


RANDY THE PILOT: Here we go bruh, NEON career boutta be in trouble! Blinged Out NEON gonna take her out.

BRIAN MASON: Give me a break….

As the HKW No Limits Champion’s theme music “Strobe Lights” by Ronnie Banks blared through the P.A. System the champ’s henchman - Blinged Out NEON - began to walk down to the ring alone. Meaning Fran was one hundred percent confident that it wouldn’t take BO NEON long to dispose of the actual NEON.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a Career versus No Limits Contendership match! Introducing first representing the No Limits Champion Fran - from Milan, Italy currently residing in Los Angeles, California….weighing in at “146 Pounds” BLIIIIINNNNNGED OUTTTT NEONNNNN!

Blinged Out climbed into the ring then made his/her/it’s way to the top turnbuckle. “Trouble” by Neon Jungle then played throughout that specific section of Cocoa Beach - out came the REAL NEON with a determined, pissed off expression on her face. Receiving a big pop of cheers from the audience!

WHISPER VIPERI: Next up…..also residing in Los Angeles, California by way of Milan, Italy, weighing in at 146 Pounds….NEEEEEEEOOOOOOONNNN!!!

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DING! DING! DING!


JERMAINE MARKS: Shit bout to get real.....yawl.

Right as the opening bell rang NEON and Blinged Out NEON locked up with one another. Both knew how much was at stake in this match up! Blinged Out managed to push the real NEON back a few steps before running up to her nailing the....

BLINGED OUT NE TO YOUR FACE!

The parody of NEON's finisher connected and the real NEON fell down!

BRIAN MASON: Aghhh shitttttt! She hit her with the Blinged Out version!

Blinged Out went for the pin on NEON! But the real deal kicked out at one proving that an imitation wasn't as effective as the original. Blinged Out got NEON back to her feet then Irish whipped her - once NEON came back Blinged out took a swing! NEON ducked and delivered a low Dropkick to Blinged Out NEON's left knee! After NEON got up and delivered her own NE TO YOUR FACE! She went for the pin hooking both legs.

BRIAN MASON: See?! It was only a matter of time! Fran was in over her head if she thought NEON would lose to a carbon copy of herself.

ONE!

TWO!

NEON got back to her feet before the three! The audience watching on the TV monitors were confused by the situation right up until NEON stared at Fran standing on the ring apron with her No Limits Championship belt raised up high! Fran got into the ring then looked angrily at NEON while holding her belt.

BRIAN MASON: There's the champion, Fran....ugh. She couldn't just leave the challenge be?

NEON was daring Fran to make a move. Then....WHAM! .....Fran turned around and blasted her own bodyguard Blinged Out NEON in the face with the championship belt! Blinged Out collapsed like a bag of bricks onto the canvas face first. The referee immediately called for the bell!

DING!

DING!


....Fran began to smile maniacally.

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh hell nah #malikvoice. She had this shit set up bruh.

BRIAN MASON: NO!

NEON looked on in horror as Fran lifted her title one more time triumphantly. Screaming out....

FRANCESCA: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!

She lifted the belt back down to her shoulder.

FRANCESCA: NEON'S CAREER IS DONE YAWWWWWWWL!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here's your winner as a result of a disqualification......BLINGED OUT NEON! So....NEON is officially terminated from Hard Knox Wrestling....

JERMAINE MARKS: FINALLY MY NIGGA!

BRIAN MASON: THIS is not right! This was a set up from the start for Fran to avoid facing NEON in a singles match at all costs. Who knew the champion feared NEON to the point where she'd weave up a method to cost her the one way she makes her living?! This is a travesty!

Fran laid a boot into the face of NEON right after the announcement! Multiple boots to the already mentally worn down former employee of the company. Fran lifted NEON back to her feet then tossed NEON's arm over her neck to deliver a Vertical Suplex! With NEON down Fran continued to plant more boots to the chest before screaming out "TWERKSCREW TIME YAWL!" Then looking at the turnbuckle! But before Fran could even attempt her favorite move the referee pointed towards the bell keeper whispering some things! Fran stopped to watch.

WHISPER VIPERI: The referee has officially REVERSED THE DECISION as a result of No Limits Champion - Fran's - post match actions! As a result your winner and new #1 Contender to the HKW No Limits Championship....NEEEEEEONNNNN!

BRIAN MASON: YES DAMMIT! YES. SOME JUSTICE!

JERMAINE MARKS: Fuck up faggot. Bitch got lucky.

Fran began to lose it! She got into the face of the referee asking him what he thought he was doing. He explained to her that she caused it. Rules were rules. Now she had to deal with NEON at Darkness Falls. Her prized possession up for grabs. Fran began to pull locks of her blond dyed hair out yelling "THIS IS WRONG YAWWWWWWWWL!" As the scene faded.

WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: NEON! (3:31)
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Cameras cut to the beach where Felicity Banks was seen walking toward the management trailers. She takes a few steps forward until Eli Zayn pops up in front of her, annoying the former World Champion.

FELICITY BANKS: What the hell are you doing here, Eli? Damien’s gonna punch you in the face if he sees you on his turf.

The aftermath interviewer shrugs his shoulders, not bothered by what Damien may or may not do.

ELI ZAYN: Maybe if he was better at his job then I wouldn’t have to show up at Defiance! Besides, people don’t want to get interviewed by him. They want to get interviewed by me! The best darned interviewer in the entire wrestling bizz!

Felicity rolls her eyes and scootches Eli to the side, stepping closer and closer toward the management trailers. Eli follows along behind her, immediately causing Felicity to stop her step.

FELICITY BANKS: Second time tonight I’m being followed. Second time tonight I don’t understand why.

In one fluid motion, Felicity spins around, grabs Eli by his blazer and pulls him forward.

FELICITY BANKS: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, ELI?! I’M BUSY RIGHT NOW AND I’M REALLY NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOUR NONSENSE!

Felicity shakes Eli, never letting go of his blazer.

FELICITY BANKS: I already have enough on my mind! Got a Openweight Championship defense in Japan soon. Got a 4CW Championship match soon. Got the Rumble to Destiny to win. Oh, yah, and HKW versus the World too!

The former World Champion finally lets go of Eli’s jacket and glides her fingers through her hair.

FELICITY BANKS: And I’m about to go add to my already busy schedule right now - that is if you stop holding me up so I could go talk to Romeo.

Eli narrows a brow.

ELI ZAYN: Romeo? The Defiance GM? What are you going to talk to him for?

The 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year places her hands on her hips and goes to answer, but stops once someone coming up from behind Eli Zayn catches her attention. Without so much as a warning, the man in question places a hand on Eli Zayn’s right shoulder and promptly pushes him aside.

? ? ? : Move...you’re in the way.

ELI ZAYN: Wait a damn minute, just who the f-

It is then that he steps in front of the cameras. Sunglasses covering his eyes, full beard, wavy neck-length brown hair, jeans and a black t-shirt with the words “O Campeão Está Aqui” in the bottom of it with the Brazil flag pattern in the letters and the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship around his right shoulder. He glances to his right, almost as if leering at Eli Zayn.

? ? ? : I believe I said “move,” did I not? That means “move out of my damn vicinity or else,” carrier boy.

The man crosses his arms and watches as Zayn begrudgingly leaves the scene, leaving the former HKW World champion and current EXODUS Pro World champion CHRIS STRIKE alone at long last. He removes his sunglasses, tucking them onto his t-shirt before a smile finally appears on his face.

CHRIS STRIKE: Hey Fel. My apologies that it took me so long to make it to one of these. Been having to deal with Christian Kane’s sorry ass and the rest of a company who is a little upset their heroes don’t have what I’ve got. See you’ve been holding up fairly well on your own lately though…

Felicity glares over at the EXODUS Pro World Heavyweight championship draped around her HKW vs. The World opponent’s shoulder and cracks a small smirk.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, fairly well isn’t exactly how I’d put it. Got a…

She pauses, tapping her finger off her chin.

FELICITY BANKS: Hillbilly infestation around these parts, and those little buggers are putting up a fight. Can’t seem to get a step ahead of them, but all that’s about to end soon. Real soon.

She turns head to look back at the GM’s trailer, making sure nobody was going in or out.

FELICITY BANKS: You don’t have to apologize to me, though. I know how it is to be so wrapped up into something that it gets to a point where nothing else matters.

She stares directly at the EXODUS Championship while speaking, clearly talking about her reign as HKW World Champion.

FELICITY BANKS: Might come back and bite you in the ass, though. I mean… I’m not Christian Kane, nor am I in EXODUS, but you are facing me in like...two weeks, not even. Two weeks and none of this EXODUS stuff is gonna matter because it’s just going to be ME that you need to concern yourself with.

She smirks sarcastically.

FELICITY BANKS: Who knows. Not paying enough attention to me maaaaay have already bit you in the ass. See, I know I’ve been pretty busy with my 4CW, HKW, and GFP life, but in the back of my head I always remembered that it was you who I had to beat to establish myself as one of the best in the business today. It’s YOU I have to beat to make the Felicity Banks brand bigger than it already is.

She shrugs her shoulders, never taking her eyes off the EXODUS World Championship.

FELICITY BANKS: Beating and removing A.S.H from this company is a good thing from an HKW standpoint. Beating Jason Cashe and whoever else for the 4CW Championship is a good thing from a 4CW standpoint. But, beating you? Chris Strike? Respected wrestling veteran, and a guy who has seen and done it all?

She pushes her teeth against her lips and makes a pft noise.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m not stupid, Chris. I know how much that would do for my career. I know that it’ll take me from the level that I’m on now to the next. See, I’m ready. I know what to expect, and I know what I’m going to have to do to beat you. Question is… do you know what to expect from me? I don’t think so. You could get the Queen B who gives no fucks about how she wins a match. All that matters is me getting my hand raised at the end of it.

She shrugs her shoulders, finally making eye contact with Strike.

FELICITY BANKS: Or are you going to get Felicity Banks. The girl that’s on a mission to prove that she’s better than her brother ever was, and the girl who wants to show the world that she is one of, if not the best thing going today.

Finally through with her words, Felicity kicks around some sand underneath her boots and looks up at Strike.

FELICITY BANKS: You just never really know what I have up my sleeve. There’s a tip for ya. Figured I’d help you catch up since you’ve been so busy, ya know?

There is a moment of tense silence between the two figures, as Chris Strike glanced down to see his own jeans now with a fair share of sand kicked right into them by the GFP Openweight Champion. Slowly, he returned his gaze back to Felicity Banks’ frame.

CHRIS STRIKE: Fine speech. I appreciate you going out of your busy schedule to fill me in on events. But unlike Christian Kane and unlike having to step into the RIMAC to deal with a fan base filled with neckbearded virgins, this...this, right here on July 4th? I’ve had this date marked on my calendar for months. See, THIS is what I’ve been preparing myself for ever since we saved the date. THIS is what I pushed for, mind you. Because I know who you are. I have seen what you’ve done and I know you’ve got so much more ahead of you. We still haven’t come even come close to seeing you at your full potential…but that’s just the thing, isn’t it?

But it is at this point that the man who leads “The Pantheon” in EXODUS Pro flashes a small grin at the former HKW World Champion.

CHRIS STRIKE: You are still trying to figure it all out. If you’re the Queen B who will go to any lengths to beat down motherfuckers on your way to the top of the food chain...or if you’re just Felicity Banks, the strong and independent woman trying to step out of Brandon Banks’ shadow once and for all. For as much as you chastised me about being busy, you’ve been handling quite a few fires yourself...and all without quite understanding exactly who is it that you’re bringing to the fold in two weeks.

Strike doesn’t avert his eyes from Felicity Banks, although a more pensive expression does appear in his features as he examines the determination brimming out from her along with the way she’s staring right back at him while he brushes the sand with his left hand.

CHRIS STRIKE: You say you’re ready and that’s fine. But when the music finally hits and you step through those ropes, when you’re locking eyes with me inside of that squared circle and the bell rings...everything’s going to change for you. They EXPECT you to step up, Felicity Banks. The entire world EXPECTS YOU to come out and slug at MY level, not the other way around. These kinds of situations? I’ve been doing all of it at this level for more than a decade now - been there, done that, seen the motion picture, just like you said. So the way I see it kid, you’ve been preparing for the biggest match of your life...but you have no idea what it’s gonna feel like until you get in that ring and do it up. And come July Fourth, it’ll be an honor to finally give you that bit of experience.

He adjusts the EXODUS Pro World title on his shoulder, his smile growing more confident by the minute.

CHRIS STRIKE: No parlor tricks, no smoke and mirrors. What you see is what you get. And for thirty minutes, you are getting one of, if not THE best pound-for-pound professional wrestler on the face of the goddamned planet right now. Rejoice in that, Felicity Banks. Savor it. Because I am going to make it an experience you will carry with you for the rest of your career...and I’ll make you better for it. I owe that to somebody that I respect in this business and who’ll carry that torch down the road. But as for how it will all end at HKW vs. The World...well…I only have one simple question for you, Fel.

Chris Strike exhales, taking a step closer to Felicity Banks and his eyes narrowing as they lock onto hers once again.

CHRIS STRIKE: What’s a Queen to a God?

Felicity takes a moment to let everything sink in. She doesn’t take her eyes off of her HKW vs The World opponent, and plays back his last words over and over again.

FELICITY BANKS: And what’s a God to a nonbeliever?

She shrugs her shoulders and takes a few steps back toward the GM’s trailer. She locks her eyes on on Strike’s championship one last time before she spins around and makes her way up the trailer steps, pushing the door open to barge right in. The camera returns to Chris Strike for one moment as the grin on his face is wider as he adjusts the title on his shoulder again.

CHRIS STRIKE: Oh, this is going to be fun.

It is at that point that the cameras move on elsewhere.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contests is a single match! Introducing first, from San Diego, California… weighing in at 170 pounds, XAVIER ASH DANIELS!!!

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. 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.

When the music hits, Bo McCleary (accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary who has a cooler in hand) just comes from out the curtain in full ring attire. He slowly makes his way down to the ramp, grunting and waving his rebel confederate flag from side to side.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent from Vidor, Texas, weighing in at 231 lbs accompanied by Billy Joe; Bo McCleary!

The commentators talk as Bo stops at the bottom of the ramp looking up at his opponent before letting off a smirk and more grunts. He removes his flannel best and then places it over the steel steps. Bo then suddenly leaps onto the apron and scurries through the middle rope, landing on his feet in the ring. He looks at his opponent crosseyed, waiting for the match to begin.

BRIAN MASON: And this is a match I’ve been looking forward to all week. XAD is teamed up with Lance Winters in the Lethal Lottery, but he has to face Bo McCleary solo here tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: BEAT HIS ASS, XAVIER! BEAT HIS GOD DAMN ASS!

RANDY THE PILOT: You’re still here?

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Ding! Ding! Ding!


The match begins and XAD has a bit of a dazed look on his face already as it looks like the ringing bell wakes him up. Bo McCleary is already circling in around Xavier, measuring up his opponent. They grapple up in the middle of the ring, but McCleary uses the force behind him to make Xavier one knee, then two. Bo grabs XAD by the head and whips him into the ropes, but Xavier leapfrogs him and bounces back into the ropes once again. This time when he returns, Bo is looking for an elbow smash, but it’s ducked and followed up with a returning jumping knee on McCleary. Both men are quickly back to their feet, but XAD surprisingly is the first one to act with a shoulder block, bringing Bo back down on the mat. XAD hits the ropes and springboards with a leg drop, and connects! Bo slaps the mat and climbs back to his feet, but is instantly put back down with a standing dropkick.

RANDY THE PILOT: Xavier ain’t wasting any time on takin’ it to Bo McCleary right now. I thought he was about to take a nap in his corner before the match.

This time XAD charges forward while Bo is using the turnbuckle for support, and dives forward with a chop block, but Xavier is caught by Bo. He throws Xavier behind him on his back with a belly to belly suplex. McCleary doesn’t get to his feet quicker though and before he can turn around, Xavier has a roll up on Bo, and the referee drops down for the count!


ONE!




TWO! - NO!



The referee points out to Xavier that he had a hand on the middle rope for support and breaks the pin automatically. Xavier looks confused, but see that he was using the middle rope to force the pin and decides against an argument with the referee. Bo is crawling away from XAD, trying to regain himself back in the middle of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Good moves, great follow up, and nice roll up… But did did Xavier really not realize he had a hand on the second rope?

JERMAINE MARKS: Yep. Shit happens.

Xavier is having a breather in the corner, while Bo is on the opposite side and getting back to his feet with help from the turnbuckle. XAD is using this to his advantage and running forward with a knee strike, and Bo ducks out of the way right in time for Xavier to get tangled in the ropes. runs up behind him, gathers him up and throws him backwards with a back suplex on Xavier. XAD rolls back to his feet, but in complete daze, as McCleary follows up with a backbreaker, then a hard clothesline. Bo doesn’t stop there as he dives down and puts Xavier in a sleeper hold, but his opponent reaches out his legs and wraps them around the bottom rope.

The referee begins a count and makes Bo releases the hold, and he does at the last second. Xavier is slow to stand, but Bo is ready. He lifts Xavier up in the air for a stalling vertical suplex, and brings his opponent nearly down on his head. Xavier is trying to crawl away, but Bo lifts him back underneath his elbow and pulls him in. XAD tries to break away from the grapple, but Bo delivers a few knees to the gut that keep him in place. McCleary then reaches his head back and gives Xavier a massive headbutt. He keeps a hold on his opponent and hits him with several more before letting go and letting Xavier drop back down to the mat. McCleary slowly reaches down and pulls Xavier back up, hitting him with a german suplex. He crawls forward and hooks XAD’s leg for the pin!



ONE!





TWO!







KICKOUT!



Xavier drives a shoulder off the mat to break the count, and the referee shows two fingers to the crowd. Bo doesn’t look bothered as he has his hands back on Xavier and pulls him back to his feet already.

JERMAINE MARKS: I dunno where XAD is right now, but wherever his head is, it ain’t this match.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bo McCleary’s ass bout got that pinfall. C’mon XAD, wake up!

Bo grapples onto Xavier, ready to deliver another suplex, but Xavier manages to twist is body and reverse the grapple, striking out with asai DDT! It was enough to give both men some space as Bo rolls to the other side of the ring, leaving a dazed Xavier to find his feet sooner. Bo stands and swings with a clothesline, but it’s easily dodged and followed up with a backstabber! Bo looks to have the wind knocked out of him as he rolls to the outside and the crowd begins to boo. He tries to regain himself, but Xavier has already bounced off the ropes and jumps over the top rope with a flying wheel kick, nailing McCleary square in the face!

BRIAN MASON: Beautiful wheel kick by XAD! He might be able to finish this off if he can just get Bo back in the ring.

He is trying to lift Bo to his feet, but can’t seem to get a good grip on him. Bo raises up and tosses Xavier over his back as the referee is already beginning the count from the inside. One…. Two…. Three…. XAD uses the apron to help pull himself up and grabs onto Bo before he can make it through the middle rope. He holds on tight, but Bo makes room with a kick that sends Xavier into the barrier. Four…. Five…. Six…. Xavier wastes no time to relish in the pain as he slides back under the bottom rope and see Bo catching a breather in the middle of the ring. Xavier runs forward and nails a knee drop to the back of McCleary’s head, making his face bounce off the mat! Xavier crawls forward for the pin and hooks both legs as the referee gets into position!



ONE!








TWO!







TH-NOOOOO!


Bo uses his legs to barely break the pin in time. Xavier falls back on his knees and runs a hand across his face, shaking his head and resting it on the mat. The referee checks on both men before throwing up the two count, signaling the match continued.

BRIAN MASON: So close, so close.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yet, so damn far.

RANDY THE PILOT: Xavier don’t look good, homies. I mean, he’s wrestling fine, but dude looks like he is sick or something.

Xavier stand up and reaches down for his opponent, throwing him into the ropes. Xavier goes for a dropkick, but it misses and Bo follows up with a snap DDT while Xavier was trying to get back up. Bo starts to unleash kick until XAD rolls out of the way and reaches up for the ropes. Bo runs forward, but Xavier reverses and nails a running blockbuster!

Bo looks tired, but Xavier helps him back up and throws him back into the ropes. Star Kick!! No! Bo ducks underneath just in time and returns off the ropes with a BBQ ComBo! Another reverse as Xavier manages to get out of the way of the set up kick! Both opponents are on the ropes, looking at each other, while Xavier seems to fighting from fading out where he stands. Bo sees that Xavier isn’t in the one of the best places and keeps the pressure on him, going for a suplex, but XAD lands on his feet! Star Kick! Bo catches him before he can do it, delivers a hard knee, a punch, then connects with the BBQ ComBo! XAD falls to the mat while McCleary hooks the leg and nods his head to the count of the referee.



ONE!






TWO!









THREEEEEEEEE!



WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, Bo McCleary!!

Xavier rolls around on the mat, holding his face, and raising it with a confused look on his face. He then rolls out of the ring and uses the barrier as support as he looks like he doesn’t know what just happened. He shakes his head some, but doesn’t seem healthy with the black shades under his eyes as he walks up the ramp.

JERMAINE MARKS: Hate those guys… If Xavier woulda came here tonight ready to go, they ain’t stand a damn chance.

RANDY THE PILOT: I’m surprised you made it through the whole match without runnin’ away like you did last time.

BRAIN MASON: Regardless, Bo is the winner in this one and Xavier is left to think about his mistakes. I can think of a few he could possibly clean up on...

Back in the ring, Billy Joe is now in the ring with Bo McCleary and raises his hand before the referee can get to him and the crowd rains down boos upon them. They seem to ignore the hate and celebrate their victory as Bo climbs a corner turnbuckle and slaps his chest. The camera pans back to Xavier, who has his head down with a slow walk when he makes it to the curtain. With a black fade, the scene cuts away and moves on.

WINNER - BO MCCLEARY (11:12)

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Red Flag plays over the loudspeaker as the ans start cheering. They all look towards the ramp waiting to see Brian Stryker come out, but he doesn’t. His music continues to play but still no sign of Brian.

BRIAN MASON: What the hell is this? First we hear Brian Stryker’s music but no Brian Stryker? You think Page got to him again?

RANDY THE PILOT: Well whatever is going on, they better hurry up cause they are interrupting my mid show snack!

The music ends but the fans still cheer waiting for Stryker.

BRIAN STRYKER: Hey, I’m up here!

The crowd all turn their heads up to see that Brian Stryker is now sitting at the very top of the Titantron! His legs dangling over the front of the screen as he is smiling 50 feet in the air. A spotlight hits him to better illuminate him for the fans. Stryker takes a moment to shield his eyes.

BRIAN STRYKER: Easy with that, I’m 50 feet in the air I don’t need to be blind. You all are probably wondering, what the hell I am doing up here aren’t you? Like why god? It’s because…..well I always wanted to but also so my message will be heard. You see, if I just stand down there in that ring and say what I’m about to say, people will tune me out and my words fall on deaf ears, much like Page’s. But if a guy actually takes the time to climb this fucking monster of a screen, well he’s clearly not right in the head and you’re more likely to listen, that’s the way I see it.

Brian stops for a moment as he looks down at the ring, then out to the crowd.

BRIAN STRYKER: The reason I am up here is because I have a message for Page. The man who has made it his sole priority in HKW to try and rid this company of me. Now do you crowd want to see me go?

A mixture of YES and NOs are heard around the crowd showing the divided support of Stryker. Stryker laughs a bit to himself as he brings the mic back up to his mouth.

BRIAN STRYKER: Tough group. Well either way, I’m not going anywhere so sorry to those who said yes. I haven’t always been the best guy in this business. I’ve had my own problem, but I’m very open about that and always looking to correct those mistakes. That apparently makes me a lesser man to some folks. And in Jimmy Page’s twisted mind that makes me old news. Well I’ve already stated my thoughts on that idea in the first place. I am not old news and I am gonna prove it.

I did two shows ago when me and Page brawled across this entire arena. I showed it again last show when I took his ass out with that chair. Next you’ll see me do it again on July 26th. On July 26th HKW and Defiance presents Darkness Falls where I will be meeting Old Page himself in a falls count anywhere match. In that match up you’re gonna see two guys who hate each other go to war and try to incapacitate the other. Where a fall can be anywhere. In the ring, up here on the stage, hell we can end up in catering where I’ll pin that fucker on top of a cake or some shit. I am not gonna sit here and tell lies on how I’m gonna kill my opponent or something. On how I’m gonna take Old Yeller out back and put him out of his misery. That’s Page’s job.

What I am gonna say is, Page you don’t scare me. You don’t worry me. You don’t keep me awake at night wondering what’s going to happen next time we meet. You are not the man people fear at all. You are someone who is all bark and no bite to me. I have faced worst things in my own head while I was shooting up in a hotel room. Come Darkness Falls, you will be the one who learns fear.

Brian toss the mic into the air and watches as it crashes to the ground sending a loud feedback through the speaker as the spotlight that illuminated him dies and he vanishes back behind to Titantron.

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The camera fades in. Nina Stokes standing in the backstage area chatting with some of audio technicians. A few moments later, MJ Bell comes into the shot; she is making her way down the hallway. She bypasses the technicians and steps closer to Nina. The technician shudder a bit and leave the area.

MJ BELL: Hello Nina. I didn’t think you’d actually come to the show… Considering you don’t have a match.

MJ mutters something under her breath.

NINA STOKES: I had some paperwork to take care of.

She folds her arms in front of her.

NINA STOKES: What exactly do you need?

Meanwhile, MJ is staring down at the floor before glancing up as if she had forgotten about Nina.

MJ BELL: I just wanted to know if you felt better…?

NINA STOKES: Better?

MJ BELL: Yes. Do you feel better after attacking me?

Nina raises an eyebrow.

NINA STOKES: Hmm―nope. I feel about the same. However, I’ll feel a whole lot better after Darkness Falls.

MJ shakes her head wearing a frown. Clearly that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.

MJ BELL: I’m sorry, Nina. That was your chance to feel better… but you will only feel worse after Darkness Falls. That belt is coming to me.

Nina rolls her eyes.

NINA STOKES: Oh MJ, I expected more from you. All my challengers have said that, and all of them have failed. Do you really think our encounter will be different?

MJ gives Nina a simple smile.

MJ BELL: Yes, yes I do, because unlike the rest of them I know your skills. Did you forget the fact we used to be friends? We still would be had you not flown off the handle when I left I-omega. Remember, I don’t hate you.

NINA STOKES: No no boo, you think you know my skills.

Nina shrugs and MJ seems slightly disgusted as she turns away.

NINA STOKES: But if you think you’ve got what it takes, then prove me wrong.

MJ BELL: I will. See you at Darkness Falls, Nina.

The camera fades out.

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

An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair 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.

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

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

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…

So Wake Up, Sleepy One
It's Time To Save Your World…


The lights dim, and the opening riff of "Dinosaur" roils through the loudspeakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim nod. before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER!

He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner to wait for the start of the match.

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DING DING!


As the opening bell tolls, Jimmy Page dashes across the ring and meets Atwater with a right hand. Page pushes Atwater back into the corner and starts unleashing with right hands until Atwater slips down the turnbuckles, enough for Page to drive his knee directly into Atwater’s face. Page pulls Atwater from the corner, whips him off the ropes, and hits a picture perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Page makes the quick cover…

ONE!

KICKOUT!


Atwater kicks out before the two count, Page grabbing a hold of Atwater’s hair to rip him up to a vertical base. Page drives his knee into Atwater’s midsection and then runs off the ropes. He goes for a big lariat, but Atwater ducks underneath it, locks his arms around Page’s waist, and hits a bridging German suplex! The referee gets in position to make the cover…

ONE!

KICKOUT!


Page kicks out before the two count! Both men scramble up to their feet and meet in the center of the ring. Atwater decks Page with a quick right hand, but Page pulls Atwater forward and drives his knee into his midsection. Page grabs a hold of Atwater’s hair and starts elbowing him in the face repeatedly, and proceeds to hit a quick half-nelson suplex!

BRIAN MASON: Big move from Page there.

RANDY THE PILOT: Dude ain’t looking too bad against the number one contender for the HKW World Championship.

JERMAINE MARKS: This match just started, five. Y’all actin’ like this nigga already beat Atwater.

BRIAN MASON: Relax, Jermaine. We know better than anyone to never count Atwater out.

Page yells something at Atwater before he bounces off the ropes and hits a knee drop right to Atwater’s face. Page pops up to his feet, throws his arms out to his sides and yells out “KING OF THE WORLD!” as Shane crawls toward the ropes and tries pulling himself up. Page sees this and goes right back to the attack, but Atwater grabs a hold of Page’s trunks, and throws him out between the top two ropes, and out of the ring! Atwater slides out underneath the bottom rope, waits for Page to get up and then blasts him with a European uppercut!

ONE!

The referee starts his ten count, but Atwater doesn’t seem to care about it as he pulls Page in, and once again hits a European uppercut!

TWO!

Page stumbles back against the protective guardrail. Atwater grabs Page’s right arm, wrenches it around, and then smashes it off the guardrail! But Atwater didn’t stop there, pulling Page in and hits an armbreaker on the outside!

THREE!

Atwater grabs a hold of Page’s head and brings him up to his feet, but Page elbows Atwater in the midsection, and sends him head first into the steel ring post!

FOUR

Page stumbles around the ring and looks at the referee, turning his attention back over to Atwater once he hears the referee’s count was up to four. Page lifts Atwater to his feet, but Atwater lifts Page by his legs, and lets him fall face and throat first onto the ring apron!

JERMAINE MARKS: Holy shit, cuh! You see Page’s head whiplash there?!

BRIAN MASON: Indeed I did. This is the opening Atwater needed to mount some consistent offense!

RANDY THE PILOT: Word, but neither one of these are on their feet right now!

Atwater pulls himself up to his feet, immediately looking up at the referee’s count…

FIVE!

SIX!


Atwater grabs a hold of Page’s hair and rips him up to his feet. He delivers a stiff forearm shot to his face, and then slides him in the ring, following in with him. Not wasting any time, Atwater grabs a hold of the arm he was working on earlier, lays it flat on the mat, and leaps in the air to deliver a huge stomp right to the bicep! Page immediately pulls his arm back to his body and clutches it, but Atwater didn’t stop, ripping the arm back to lock in a cross armbreaker!

BRIAN MASON: Atwater has that cross armbreaker locked in tight!

JERMAINE MARKS: Told you my nigga Atwater had this shit under control.

Page writhes around in pain, reaching his leg over to the closest ropes, but he wasn’t there! Atwater continues wrenching back on the pressure until Page spun his body over to it’s side. He relieves some pressure, but Atwater continues wrenching back on the arm, Page still yelling out from the pain. Page gets to his knees, and then pushes himself up to his feet, lifting Atwater up in the air while he still had the move synched in!

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh oh… This doesn’t look good.

Page holds Atwater up in the air and stumbles over toward the corner before releasing him into the corner for a modified turnbuckle powerbomb! Atwater crashes right down to the mat, but Page was right there to lift him back up to his feet and deliver a huge lariat! Atwater turns inside out and upside down before falling to the mat, Page spinning his opponent onto his back to make the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Atwater kicks out before the referee’s three count, Page tugging on his long hair after the nearfall. Instead of wasting any time, Page rips Atwater up to his feet, spins him around, and looks for a reverse suplex! But Atwater elbows Page in the midsection to get himself free. Atwater steps away from Page, then pulls him into another european uppercut before he gets in position and hits a beautiful russian legsweep! Atwater rolls his body to mount over top of Page, grabs his injured arm, and looks for some sort of armbar, but Page pokes Atwater in the eye and rolls out of the ring!

Page takes a second to gather himself on the outside, but Atwater steps out onto the apron and hits Page with a double axehandle smash to the back of the head! Page stumbles forward, and Atwater grabs a hold of his head, sending him head and shoulder first into the protective guardrail! The crowd gets behind Atwater as he riles himself up, feeding from the energy from the Orlando audience. Atwater steps toward Page, when suddenly…

RANDY THE PILOT: What the hell is she doing out here, bruh?!

Onyx Payne steps out onto the stage, her HKW World Championship wrapped around her shoulder. Atwater sees her but makes nothing of it, immediately grabbing Page by his head and slides him in the ring. Atwater turns his head over his shoulder to see where Onyx was, but the HKW World Champion holds her position atop the stage and Atwater slides back in the ring. Atwater patiently waits for Page to get back to his feet, and when he does, Atwater kicks him in the midsection and hits a single arm DDT! But Atwater didn’t stop there, spinning his body around to mount Page’s back, and pulls back on the already hurt arm!

BRIAN MASON: Another submission move from Shane!

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t even know what the hell that is, but everybody taps, Mason!

JERMAINE MARKS: My nigga.

Onyx steps toward the ring curiously while Atwater wrenches back on the pressure, now planting his knee directly into Page’s spine. Atwater continues pulling back on the pressure, but somehow Page manages to contort his body in a way that relieves the pressure from his arm and gets Atwater’s knee away from his back. Atwater almost immediately lets go of the hold, and hits Page with a soccer kick right to the face on his way up! Page falls flat on his behind, and Atwater grabs a hold of his legs, flipping over his body to cover him with a jackknife pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---KICKOUT!


Page just gets his shoulder up from the mat! Onyx continues stepping down the entrance ramp as Atwater make it back to his feet and drives his knee directly to the side of Page’s head. Page falls face first to the mat, Atwater pulling him away from the ropes. He looks out at Onyx, who is now at ringside, and points at her, letting her know that this was in store for her. He picks up one Page’s legs, wraps it around and into position, and locks in the Indian Deathlock!

Atwater falls back to the mat to wrench in the pressure and continues doing the same motion, wrenching back on the pressure even more! Page screams in pain and pulls on his beard, doing everything in his power to reach over toward the ropes!

JERMAINE MARKS: Them ropes gotta feel far as fuck right now.

Atwater continues applying the pressure, but once Atwater sits himself up, Page reaches forward, grabs a hold of the side of Shane’s head, and headbutts him right in the face! Atwater releases the hold, allowing Page to drag himself toward the ropes, underneath them and onto the apron. Shane shakes the cobwebs out of his head and stumbles over toward Page, but Page hits Atwater with a stiff right hand, and then pulls on his head to whiplash his throat off the ropes!

Page slides right back into the ring, waits for Atwater to stand up, and then hits him with a fury of strikes to the midsection. Atwater hunches over, allowing Page to pull his elbow pad down from his elbow…

BRIAN MASON: CONCUSSION!

RANDY THE PILOT: No! Atwater ducks it!

Page misses the rolling elbow, allowing Atwater to sneak up behind him, lock in a full nelson, and then he executes a bridging dragon suplex! The referee gets in position to make the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THRRRRRR-KICKOUT!


Page kicks out once again, stunning the crowd in attendance, his opponent, and Onyx Payne at ringside. Shane looks over at the referee and questions the count, but the referee emphatically throws two of his fingers in Shane’s face. Atwater drags himself toward the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, and calls for the “Kobayashi Maru!”

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Shane’s ready to end this once and for all!

JERMAINE MARKS: My nigga.

Atwater waits for Page to sit up and moves forward to lock in the hold, but Page instinctively slides out underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron to prevent it! Atwater lets out a sigh before he reaches over the ropes, grabs a hold of Page’s hair and rips him to his feet. Atwater blasts Page with an elbow to the jaw and then sets him up up for a suplex back into the ring, but Page pushes his weight down and stops it. Page pulls himself free from Atwater’s grip and then headbutts him in the face!

Atwater stumbles back, allowing Page to step inside the ring, run up to Atwater, kick him in the midsection, and then hit the “Paralyzing” neckbreaker to the knee! Page falls on top of Atwater and makes the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THRRRRRRRRRR-KICKOUT!


Atwater just gets his shoulder up before the referee’s hand came down for the three! Page can’t believe it as he screams at the referee to count faster. He gets back up to his feet and starts angrily walking around the ring, wondering what he has to do to keep Atwater down. Page then notices his elbow pad on his wrist, and looks directly at his exposed elbow with a sinister smirk on his face.

RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like he wants to go for that elbow again.

BRIAN MASON: If he hits it, it’s lights out for Shane Atwater!

Page patiently waits for Atwater to get to his feet. Atwater uses the ropes to pull himself up and gingerly turns around…

RANDY THE PILOT: CONCUSSION!

No! Atwater ducks underneath it again, spins Page around and executes a picture perfect overhead belly to belly suplex! Atwater could barely make it up to his feet, and on the outside, Onyx Payne is shown giving Atwater a sarcastic round of applause. For one reason or another, this annoys Atwater as he steps toward the ropes and starts saying something in Onyx’s direction. Onyx plays the innocent card, telling him that she’s simply out her scouting. Atwater shakes his head and curses at Onyx, but gets spun around…

WHAM!!!

Page hits the “Concussion” rolling elbow right Atwater’s jaw! Page pulls his opponent away from the ropes and makes the cover while Onyx stands outside with a slick smirk on her features…

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!!


DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… JIMMY PAGE!

Page immediately slides out of the ring and leaps over the protective guardrail on the outside, making his way away from the ring through the crowd. Onyx glances over at Page and then back at the ring at the lifeless Shane Atwater.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t… I don’t even know what to say here.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, Onyx ain’t even done nothin’ to distract Atwater like that!

JERMAINE MARKS: Think she might just be underneath dudes skin. Everythin’ she do annoys the life out him.

Onyx shakes her head with a devious smirk on her face, mouthing the word “whoopsie” under her breath as she walks up the entrance ramp. She holds the HKW World title high in the air, never turning back to look at the now conscious Shane Atwater. Atwater can’t believe what just happened, holding his mouth after the big rolling elbow from Page as Defiance cuts to an advertisement.

WINNER - JIMMY PAGE (16:17)
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As the scene fades back out at ringside "Hero" by. Skillet immediately hits the PA System causing the fans to stand up to their feet, as if they weren't already. As the Romeo Price steps out onto the stage the fans erupt in cheers. He stands there looking out to the crowd with a blank stare. A small smile forms on his face and the then makes his way down the ramp. Fans reach out to slap his hand be instead of slapping their hands he kindly nods in their direction.

BRIAN MASON: Well it isn't everyday that we get a chance to see our General Manager come out here. This must be serious.

RANDY THE PILOT: When the last time Romeo been out here bruh? When BB announced em as the GM?

Romeo makes his way up the steel steps and looks out to the crowd once more before he enters the ring. After entering the ring Romeo accepts a microphone from Defiance's ring announcer Whisper Viperi. He thanks her as his theme song begins to die down leaving the roar of the crowd to be heard clear as day.

JERMAINE MARKS: That's a nice watch...If this nigga fuck around I'ma catch em slippin slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: You lived a nice life bruh. It's been nice knowing you JC.

The Defiance General Manager raises his hand to get the fans to quiet down.

ROMEO PRICE: Thank you...But your admiration for me is not yet needed but I do surely appreciate it. Thank you...

The fans cheer once more.

ROMEO PRICE: If you haven't noticed, it has been apparent that our colorful co-owner of this fine establishment has been nothing less than a nuisance as of late....And has risen up to be much more than a tyrant as of late. He has been as bad of a tyrant since the time of Ganghis Khan. Abusing his power to rain down punishment onto the innocent beings of the Hard Knox Wrestling roster...

Booing is heard from the crowd.

ROMEO PRICE: And for what? For what? To serve what purpose? What possible purpose could he have to inflict such pain onto the kids who have came to this company to live out their dreams? In the beginning he banded himself with the likes of a notorious criminal organization that has polarized this roster and it's fans with fear....The Reapers In Pride....

A mix of boos and cheers are heard for RIP. Some chants for RIP even begin to be heard.

ROMEO PRICE: What was Bridges' excuse for this? To...Give these kids a kick in their asses? To inspire them? ....Seriously? You have these men attack men and women in this roster. Beat them down to the point that their careers could possibly come to an end....Just to inspire them? You have to be fucking kidding me! You give them free reign to do whatever they want to whoever they want just to light a fire under these kids asses? Ridiculous...

Romeo shakes his head.

ROMEO PRICE: No owner of any athletic company should seek out to end the careers of his own employees.

He shrugs with a light chuckle.

ROMEO PRICE: But that little deal with RIP sort of blew back in his face didn't it? But did that stop him? Nope...

The fans continue to boo.

ROMEO PRICE: Now he has built himself his very own army of petulance...With the likes of children who he hands opportunities they have yet to ever deserve in this lifetime. Has banded himself with yet another criminal just to handle his problems without getting his very own hands dirty...It is truly disgusting to think that the man that displayed his "mastermind" like tactics is nothing but a bitch...

The fans cheer.

ROMEO PRICE: Bridges can't ever do a fucking thing his goddamn self. He sends out these kids to do his dirty work for him....To attack Sean Sands....

The fans boo.

ROMEO PRICE: To attack Zero McHannon...

Boos.

ROMEO PRICE: And to attack myself....And to attack the enemies of his "followers"...Just to serve himself. Because the likes of myself, Mr. McHannon and Mr. Sands will not bow down to him. Because the likes of the men who stood up to him when he was in control of RIP wouldn't bow down to him. He sends others to do the work for him but can't do it his goddamn self....

Price rubs his cheeks and chuckles.

ROMEO PRICE: Son of a bitch can't even fight a fair fight without his goons beating down the man not giving him a chance to defend himself....Pitiful...

Romeo laughs as he shakes his head.

ROMEO PRICE: And when it comes to the point where the fight is coming kicking through the door this rat son of a bitch tucks his goddamn tail and runs like the bitch he is! The time for running has came to a fucking end Bridges. There's no more fucking running. The time for playing games is fucking over! I am not going to continue and play this cat & mouse game with you, do you hear me?! You might be able avoid fighting any other time but no...You're not going to escape this time Lyle!

The fans begin to erupt in cheers.

ROMEO PRICE: This tyranny will come to a fucking end....Me and you. Darkness Falls! You want to prove you aren't the bitch you make yourself look like day in and day out? Then get your fucking ass out here! Accept my goddamn challenge!

Romeo unbuttons his suit jacket and removes it. He tosses it off to a corner and waves to the ramp for Lyle to come out. Minutes go by and nothing. Price rolls his eyes.

ROMEO PRICE: Jesus Christ....Are you this much of a pussy that you can't even come out here to look at me face to face Lyle?! What? Did you up and leave already?! Get the fuck out here Brid------

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Shut The Fuck Up Ho!

Shut The Fuck Up Ho!

"STFU Freestyle" by. Rich The Kid feat. Big Sean hits the PA System and Lyle Risky walks out onto the stage mouthing the words to the chorus as he points out to Romeo. The fans begin to roar in boos as the HKW Co-Owner stands there on the stage.

LYLE RISKY: Damn ho, shut the fuck up!

Lyle laughs.

LYLE RISKY: You like this song? I had it picked up just for a moment like this. To tell a fluck ass ninja to shut the FUCK up. You talk too goddamn much Romeo. Just shut the fuck up already bruh ain't nobody givin' a fuck about what you got to say. So c'mon. Get the fuck out my ring talkin' all the tough guy talk we all know you soft as hell. Get outta there. C'mon.

Risky waves Romeo on.

LYLE RISKY: We both know you don't want it with me, bruh.

ROMEO PRICE: Don't kid yourself Bridges. Stop trying to run. Stop trying to avoid the inevitable. Either you accept the challenge or I am going to come up there and kick you ass right goddamn now.

The fans cheer for Romeo. Lyle looks around to the fans who are cheering for him and begins to get angry. He looks back down to Romeo in the ring.

LYLE RISKY: You have to be kiddin' me? You cheerin' for this dude? Huh? You cheerin' for a dude that still holdin' a grudge over a mother that disappeared for a fuckin' year? You cheerin' for this damn stepping stone who chokes when it matters? You have to be fuckin' kiddin me right?

Risky begins to laugh.

LYLE RISKY: This cunt had to be saved by the prick he hates the most. You have to kiddin' me. Stop Romeo. Just fuckin' stop. You seen what I did to Sean? Huh?! Look at where the fuck his ass is now. You seen what I did to that bitch Zero in his OWN hometown?! HUH?! That shit ain't compared to nothing I'll do to your bitch ass Romeo. You don't wanna fuck with me boy. I'll fuck your entire life up fuckin' with me! I'm Risko-The Fuck-Dangerous, ninja! Ask about me!

ROMEO PRICE: I don't need to...You have already shown yourself to be a man who cannot not fight your own battles without making a fool of yourself...

LYLE RISKY: What?! Boy this ain't the same Risko who jobbed out to Zack Jones for a paycheck in PDW, I'll beat yo ass ninja.

ROMEO PRICE: Just like you did an old drunk deranged man? Let me remind you Mr. Bridges I am not "Yela Banks"....

Risky begins to laugh and shakes his head.

LYLE RISKY: Okay Price. You really want some of me? Huh? Then fine you got it. You got your fuckin match against the undisputed Risko Intergalctic Champion. Lyle Risky vs. Romeo Price at Darkness Falls!

The fans cheer but Risky holds up his finger.

LYLE RISKY: But since you wanna be such a fuckin' know it all bringing up old shit. This ain't gonna be just any fuckin' match. This gonna be a RIP Rules match. Anything fuckin' goes....Bitch...

The crowd boos but Romeo doesn't seem phased at all by this. "STFU" begins to fade back in.

LYLE RISKY: And that....Was a Risky Production. See you at your funeral, Romeo. Mother fuck.

Risky drops the microphone and walks back stage as a smirk forms on Romeo's face. The scene then fades away.

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The camera cuts into the de-facto backstage area at Cocoa Beach, where HKW World Champion Onyx Payne is headed deeper into the back, the World Championship displayed prominently on her shoulder, and a rather satisfied look on her face.

???: ONYX.

The World Champion comes to a halt and turns on her heels to come face-to-face with a fuming Shane Atwater, fresh off his rather humiliating loss to Jimmy Page in part due to his...encounter with Onyx Payne. Onyx takes a somewhat more defensive stance as the number one contender to her championship pulls up on her, seething slightly. Shane pauses, if only for a moment, rubbing his chin before taking a deep breath to calm himself, begrudgingly nodding.

SHANE ATWATER: That….I get it. Eye for an eye, turnabout’s fair play, payback’s a bitch. I get it. As much as I’d like to snap you limb from limb right now, and believe me, the prospect is...pretty fucking appetizing...What happened out there? I get it. And I have no one to hold responsible for it but myself.

Sneering, Shane gives Onyx a round of faux applause, his eyes never leaving the World champions.

SHANE ATWATER: Bravo. You got me. You won this round. I got in your business...you got in mine. That makes us even. As much as it pains me to have that blemish on my record...as far as I’m concerned, we’re even.

Shane squares with Onyx a little bit, moving in a bit closer.

SHANE ATWATER: As far as I’m concerned. I’d assume that puts us on the same page, but in order to save us the trouble of one of us looking like an asshole for presuming something that isn’t true...how about we just lay the cards on the table right now. Me...I’m good. I pushed the buttons, you pushed back, you came out ahead...and I came away with a little more understanding of exactly who it is I’m dealing with going into Darkness Falls. Now...are we going to leave it at that? Or are we going to...escalate?

Shane pauses, eyes flickering to the World Championship before going right back to Onyx.

SHANE ATWATER: Because while that’s not the particular road I want to go down...if that’s where you’re headed, I can damn sure meet you there.

A pause, as Shane grimaces slightly, unwavering.

SHANE ATWATER: Cards on the table, Onyx. What’s it going to be?

Thinking for a moment, Onyx nods her head in understanding before looking Shane in the eyes in a serious manner.

ONYX PAYNE: Cards out on the table.Through our… Spat, I have been trying to teach you lessons. To play into your strengths and not into your weaknesses. I’ve even given you the ball a couple times and… You have dropped it. Rather it be saying something you don’t mean, or putting your nose into my business. You push, I push back. I wanted us to go into Darkness Falls as two wrestlers who respected one another, and have our match reflect that mutual respect but, you decided to throw that away. So now we are going blow for blow, and the ball is in your court. What you do with it will determine rather this-

She takes her index finger and goes pointing between them.

ONYX PAYNE: Escalates or if it doesn’t. You have a better understanding at who your dealing with now, so you know what to expect with your decision. I suggest that you don’t make the wrong one.

Shane snorts, smirking slightly, grimacing as he nods his head.

SHANE ATWATER: We keep coming back to that. To trying to teach me these...lessons. And I get that you think you need to take me to the learning tree, I really do. But let’s be clear. I misspoke, once. I overplayed my hand, just to see how you’d react, once, and it cost me...ONCE. I let my anger get the better of me, once. I’ll own that. I’ll cop to every bit of that, Onyx. And as far as I’m concerned, we’re done with tests. We’re done pushing buttons. Because all these little tests and lessons you’ve supposedly had for me? This, education, I guess as you’re trying to play it...it’s gone both ways, Onyx. And while you think you may be teaching me lessons, I’ve learned all sorts of things in even this short amount of time that I guarantee you weren’t counting on. So I’d say we can call it even on all accounts, and walk into Darkness Falls on a level playing field.

Shane pauses, and Onyx goes to speak, but Shane cuts her off abruptly.

SHANE ATWATER: BUT...I will say this. The days of this wholesale condescension? They need to come to an end. I realize you’re the Champion here, Onyx. And in spite of our….heated disagreements...I respect your abilities inside those ropes. And I can even respect you wanting to use your spot to try and “teach”, in whatever respect you might find that. But I’m not going to let you talk down to me like some green rookie again, Onyx. You’re the champion, yeah. But you aren’t bulletproof. There are things I know about this sport, about this industry, about what goes on in between those ropes in that squared circle that you haven’t begun to learn yet. I may not have had a full grasp of exactly who Onyx Payne, HKW World Champion was, I may have made a misstep, but they won’t be the first, and they won’t be the last. The thing about that, Onyx, is those missteps? They get rectified.

He snaps his fingers abruptly for emphasis.

SHANE ATWATER: Just like that. I’ve slipped, yes, but the thing is when I slip? It’s ONCE, Onyx. I don’t repeat mistakes. I don’t let follies come back to haunt me. I adapt. Just like I’ve been adapting for my entire career. Just like I am right here, right now, as we’re speaking. You’re the Champion, Onyx, and it comes with certain advantages. But talking down to me is not going to be one of them.

Shane pauses, taking a deep breath and nodding slightly.

SHANE ATWATER: But other than that...I think we understand each other. Level playing field, til we step through those ropes at Darkness Falls...then all bets are off. And as for “dropping the ball”...don’t worry.

He gives a pointed look toward the World Championship on Onyx’s shoulder before looking back to her.

SHANE ATWATER: I’ll be there to pick it up when it counts the most.

Onyx looks down momentarily, a smile coming across her face as she looks back up at Shane with a slight chuckle escaping between her lips.

ONYX PAYNE: It seems that you have made your decision, Shane. I will give you credit though. You’re right. I’m not bulletproof. That’s Nina Stokes.

Raising her eyebrows, she moves around Shane saying “Excuse me” and continues her way down the hall leaving her opponent standing there with his own thoughts as the camera zooms in on his perplexed expression.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is a tag team match!

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


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

We're taking down the zog machine
Jew by jew by jew
The white man marches on


The group lets out one big "WAHOOOOO!!!!" as they circle the ring. Bo has a big cooler in his hand and sets it down by the announcer's table. He opens it up and distributes a beer to each of his brothers.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… hailing from Gainesville, Georgia at a combined weight of 690 lbs; accompanied by Billy Joe McCleary, they are the current HKW World tag team champions. Brick, Baron and Bo McCleary, Anglo Saxon Heritage!

Billy Joe places the flag in the flag stand at ringside and all men do the heil fuher sign as they chug their brews. The music fades and the boos get louder. Bo, Brick and Baron all take the sacks off of their heads and toss them to ringside.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like the family is out in full force here tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: I don’t like bein’ this close to these niggas, fam. Feel like I’m about to get hung up on a cross or some shit.

RANDY THE PILOT: Any normal day I’d say you have something to worry about, but here tonight? These guys are just looking to take Felicity out and that’s it.

Brick and Baron slide into the ring while Bo and Billy Joe walk up the steps. They get to the apron and patiently wait for their opponents, hyping up Brick and Baron.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents…

The camera pans over to the entrance ramp, focusing right on the Knoxotron. Usually by now Felicity’s entrance video would start playing on the tron, but there was nothing. Billy Joe turns his head and looks over at Bo with a smirk on his face.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents!

Whisper yells this time, but there was still no sign of Felicity or Fran. Billy Joe enters the ring and grabs the microphone away from Whisper Viperi.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: You don’ be needin’ to make no announcement, pretty lady! THE QUEEN CHICKENED OUT. SHE KNOW SHE CAN’T TAKE THE MCCLEARY FAMILY DOWN!

Baron, Brick and Bo all laugh amongst themselves, Billy Joe pulling up his overalls after talking into the microphone.

BILLY JOE MCCLEARY: Guess the only thang left for me to do is… WAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Billy drops the microphone and walks over toward his boys. He motions for them to get out of the ring, when suddenly…

“HERE...I...STAND…
HOPELESS AND LEFT FOR DEAD!”


The infamous theme song of the Reapers in Pride blares over the sound system, the audience in attendance popping HUGE!

BRIAN MASON: W-what?! What the hell?! That’s Lance Winters music!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhhhhshit! THE REAPER ANGEL IS REALLY LOOKING OVER FELICITY!

The A.S.H crew stare out onto the entrance ramp as Lance Winters makes his way to the stage...and he wasn’t alone!

JERMAINE MARKS: Is that… That that nigga XAD?!

BRIAN MASON: Damn right it is!

XAD steps up behind Lance seemingly out of it. Lance turns around and shakes XAD, telling him to get it together while pointing at the ring. He moves his hands around his waist, telling XAD that they were going to be the ones to dethrone A.S.H for good. XAD finally snaps out of his… buzz? And not a second later, both Lance and XAD were running down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring!

RANDY THE PILOT: HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO!

Lance goes right after Baron McCleary, clotheslining him out of the ring! XAD goes after Brick, but Brick gets the upperhand after a poke in the eye, but Lance was right there to clothesline him out of the ring! Before Bo and Billy Joe can react, Lance and XAD were already out of the ring, putting the boots to the HKW World Tag Team Champions! Lance throws Baron over the protective guardrail on the outside, while XAD hits Brick with a spin kick to the midsection, followed by him throwing Brick over the protective guardrail. Lance and XAD follow the A.S.H duo, but Baron and Brick take off running, leaving Bo and Billy Joe behind!

BRIAN MASON: Hold on a second! They’re supposed to be competing in this match coming up!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, well… So much for that.

Lance and XAD chase after the A.S.H duo while Billy Joe leans his body over the ropes and yells for his boys to return. Bo stares off into space, Billy still screaming and yelling for Brick and Baron to get back.

"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 blares over the speakers set up on the beach, the crowd welcoming Felicity Banks with a monstrous ovation. Billy Joe looks at the ramp and swipes his hand down his face. After a few seconds, Felicity finally comes out from the back with a bat in one hand, and a hog rope in the other!

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit…

BRIAN MASON: There she is! With a bat in hand!

JERMAINE MARKS: And a mawfuckin’ hog tie, fam! GET THESE RACIST HILLBILLIES YOU LIL’ FIRECRACKER!

Felicity twirls the bat around in her hand, taking a few slow steps down the entrance ramp. Billy Joe spins Bo around, smacks him in the cheek, and then points at Felicity. Bo locks eyes with the former HKW World Champion, and listens to Billy’s directions. Billy shoves Bo toward the ropes, and Bo exits the ring, chasing right up the ramp at Felicity!

RANDY THE PILOT: Here we fuckin’ go!

Bo runs up the ramp, but as soon as he gets close enough Felicity jabs the bat into Bo’s stomach! Bo hunches over and Felicity rears back, and smashes the bat across the back of Bo McCleary! She throws the bat to the side and wraps the hog tie around his neck, dragging him toward the ring. She looks inside the ring and tells Billy Joe “This is what’s gonna happen to you” before she kicks Bo in square in the nuts!

JERMAINE MARKS: See, normally I’d say that shit was foul, but fuck these A.S.H niggas, slime.

BRIAN MASON: Damn right!

Bo hunches over the ring steps, a sinister smirk forming on Felicity’s features. She hops onto the ring apron, looking as if she were ready to get in the ring, but instead, she turns her head and sees Bo pushing himself up on the steps. Not a second later, Felicity leaps onto the middle rope, and springs back… CURB STOMP!

RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT!

JERMAINE MARKS: I think his face broken, fam. His entire face. Eyes, nose, everything.

Felicity connects with Ina Ina’s patent “Rose Petal” springboard curbstomp, smashing Bo’s face off the steel steps! Bo was out cold, Felicity now setting her sights on the lone McCleary inside the ring.

BRIAN MASON: For weeks now Felicity has been trying to get to Billy Joe McCleary, and now… Now she’s got him!

JERMAINE MARKS: Get that racist fuck ya lil firecracker!

Felicity bends down and grabs the hog tie from around Bo’s neck. She wraps it around her arm, Billy Joe McCleary egging her on to get in the ring. Felicity takes her time, and leaps onto the apron, staring a hole through the lone McCleary. Billy Joe yells some obscenities at her while Felicity remains calm, a devious smirk on her face. She looks at the hog tie, then back at Billy Joe… and enters the ring!

BRIAN MASON: Here we go!

Felicity charges right after Billy, but Billy spins around and leaps over the top rope and to the floor outside. He never looks back and darts toward the guardrail, leaping over that too, and hightails his way through the crowd and away from Felicity. Felicity remains in the ring, the crowd booing McCleary as he gets further and further away, but remains close enough for Felicity to see him.

JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, that nigga quick as fuck.

RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like his hip is better now too.

Billy yells at Felicity from the crowd, the former HKW World Champion asking Whisper for a microphone. The crowd begins chanting Felicity’s name, surprising her a bit, but she wasn’t paying much attention to them.

FELICITY BANKS: These last few weeks have been sooo much fun, haven’t they, Billy? And to think… I had no idea what I was going to do after I lost MY title. I thought I was going to become like some of the peasants in the back who sit around and do nothing. I thought my HKW career was over as I knew it!

She smirks, never taking her eyes off Billy Joe in the crowd.

FELICITY BANKS: But then YOU gave me something to do. You reminded me how much I couldn’t freaking stand you, and now… Now, all I want to do is end you. End A.S.H. End everything McCleary!

The crowd pops as Felicity climbs up the ropes and stands on the middle turnbuckle.

FELICITY BANKS: As much fun as the last few weeks have been, I think it’s time we finally close the book on this chapter, Billy. I think it’s time we settle this once and for all! I mean, we’ve been at odds for what? Months now? Months with no resolution and things just keep getting worse and worse between us, and quite frankly? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of you. I’m sick of your stupid WAAAAHOOO’S and your stupid beard. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF FUCKING A.S.H!

The camera pans around to Billy Joe who could be heard yelling out “Whatcha gonna do about it?! NOTHIN’! HAHA”

FELICITY BANKS: Oh, I am gonna do something about it, Billy. I’ve already done something about it. You see, in a few short weeks Defiance has this pay per view coming up, and the face of Hard Knox Wrestling doesn’t have a match yet!

The crowd pops, Billy Joe starting to look a bit concerned.

FELICITY BANKS: Soooo I went and talked to Romeo earlier, and he and I both agreed that Felicity Banks NEEDS to be booked for Darkness Falls; don’t you people agree?

Felicity holds out the microphone to the crowd, to which they reply with a huge pop.

FELICITY BANKS: Exactly what I thought. Soooooooo, Billy boy! At Darkness Falls, it’s gonna be Felicity Banks against…

Dramatic pause, complete with Felicity using the microphone to drumroll against the turnbuckle.

FELICITY BANKS: BILLY JOE MCCLEARY!

The crowd lets out a monstrous roar, but Billy Joe doesn’t look to pleased. His eyes widen and his cheeks turn red as he steps toward the ring, but immediately stops and gets in a fan's face. Felicity chuckles as she watches the irate Billy Joe in a verbal dispute with one of the fans.

FELICITY BANKS: And it’s not going to be a regular match, Billy. It’s actually gonna be a match that MAAAAAAAAY just favor you!

Felicity hops off the middle turnbuckle and walks over to the center of the ring. She bends over and picks up the hog tie she dropped earlier and turns back around to look at Billy.

FELICITY BANKS: We’re gonna have a first here in HKW. You’ve heard of a strap match? Well this…

She pulls on the hogtie.

FELICITY BANKS: This is going to be a hogtie match! We’re gonna have both of our wrists tied to the end of this here rope, Billy, and there’s no fucking chance of you getting away from me. NONE. ZERO. ZIP.

She moves back to the corner and makes her way up to the middle turnbuckle.

FELICITY BANKS: No rules. No disqualifications. Just me, you, and this hogtie. I’m finishing this once and for all, Billy. I’m finishing you, and I’m finishing A.S.H!

Felicity stares at the irate Billy Joe McCleary, a sincere smile on her face.

FELICITY BANKS: Sleep tight, peasant…

Felicity leaps off the middle turnbuckle, never taking her eyes off of Billy Joe. She motions for him to come to the ring, but Billy just kicks around some sand below his feet and stares Felicity down as Defiance comes to a close.
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