| House of Pain: ERA - Aftermath | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 10 2015, 11:52 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with your favorite HKW stars after ERA goes off the air! Hear their thoughts on the night, their opponents, and all the happenings of the hit HKW show! |
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| Jinzai | Jul 11 2015, 01:29 AM Post #2 |
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![]() The camera opened up backstage, showing Jinzai walking towards the parking lot of the arena with his GO Briefcase in hand and duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Each movement caused the man known as HKW's Super Saiyan to wince uncomfortably, likely from the match up against Lucky The Clown earlier in the night. As he was walking Jin heard someone calling out to him, causing him to stop and turn around in confusion. The person was iGNITE's interviewer, Tristan Morris. He allowed Morris to catch up to him, before the man began to ask his first question. TRISTAN MORRIS:: Jin, though it wasn't the match that you spent the last few weeks preparing for, you managed to gain a big win over Lucky on your way into your match against Riley Lynn at H.A.T.E. What are- Before Tristan can finish his question, Jinzai holds up a hand to quiet him politely, still showing the effects of the match he's just gone through. Reaching up with his free hand, he pulled the mic close to his lips as he begins to speak. JINZAI: Y'know, I gotta give Riley a little bit of credit for pulling all of this together. I mean, I threw out a heavy hitter to give her a challenge - Jin paused, then gave a bit of an awkward shrug, holding his GO Briefcase underneath his left arm. JINZAI: - And maaaaaayyyybe to test her a little bit against someone like Queeny. I'll own up to all of that. A little underhanded maybe but I'm a product of half of who trained me, right? But what SHE DID, MAN. She did something I didn't think she had in her to do, given all her talk about how we wanted this to be a fair contest... then she puts me in a Handicap Match. And not just against any other tag team, NO NO NO! She puts me in there against the freakin' Global Tag Team Champions. I'd seriously be pissed... if I didn't learn to see it as clever as hell. Tristan Morris looked confused by Jinzai's claim. TRISTAN MORRIS: C-clever? How? JINZAI: Yeah! Clever! This entire time I've been buying into her idea of this being a straight up, fair contest. Hell, I've wanted to cash in my briefcase early a few times, but I lived up to my word and let her have her moment. Why? Cause I believed every word she said. But this... ? This was one hell of a set up on her end. If 5150 didn't decide they'd rather scare the living shit out of someone else, I'd get my ass kicked. Jinzai's smile quickly disappeared. JINZAI: But that didn't happen. And while I'm a little dinged up, I'm gonna be 100% going into H.A.T.E. Good for me Riley, but sad for you. Because what's gonna happen is simple. I'm gonna cash this bad boy in - Jinzai holds up his GO Briefcase, smirking slightly. JINZAI: - at H.A.T.E, and we're gonna put on a show, a spectacle, a freaking clinic of high flying and aerial mastery. I'm gonna give you the best match of your life, Riley. And when it's all said and done and the bell rings to end the match, you're gonna hear these words echoin' throughout your head every time you close your eyes: Here is your winner, and NEW HKW Hybrid Champion, Super Saiyan Jinzai. So buckle up, Champ. We're going to Hell After The Eclipse, and I plan on lighting you up every chance I get while we're there. Jinzai then walks off, leaving Tristan Morris alone holding the mic as the screen fades. Edited by Jinzai, Jul 11 2015, 01:30 AM.
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| Eva Castro | Jul 11 2015, 03:03 AM Post #3 |
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LAX Representative Eva Castro was seen walking along side her manager and LAX Legend Luis Vialpando holding her duffle bag and her newly won Superior Championship. As she was walking she couldn't take her eyes off of the championship belt. A cameraman and After Show Interviewer Eli Zayne rushed over to Castro. ELI ZAYNE: Eva! Eva! You just beat your foe Aurora Master and have won her Superior Championship! How does it feel? Eva doesn't say anything for a moment as she stares down at the belt. EVA CASTRO: I did it. I...I fucking did it. That bitch doubted me. People doubted me. Said I couldn't do it. Said I wasn't superior. Call me inferior. But no...No..I proved them wrong. I proved them all wrong. Eva looks up to Eli Zayne and places the Superior Championship on her shoulder. EVA CASTRO: You see me Eli? Look at me. I'm the SUPERIOR one now! ME! Not her?! Not you! Not any other of these puta madres. MMMEEEE!!!!!! Eva grabs her title shoves it in Eli's face. EVA CASTRO: I'M THE SUPERIOR FUCKING CHAMPION! You see that?! Huh?! And I will forever be. Eva brushes past Eli. EVA CASTRO: Out of the way Eli. Chica caminando desdeñoso! Eli and the Camera watch as Eva walks on to the parking lot then back to Luis. Luis chuckles. LUIS VIALPANDO: Well I guess that answers your question Mr. Zayne. You fellas have a good night. Adios. The scene then fades as Luis follows Eva to the car. Edited by Eva Castro, Jul 11 2015, 03:07 AM.
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| Lance Winters | Jul 11 2015, 04:08 AM Post #4 |
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The scene fades into the Orlando Charter of RIP owned bar Rowdy Kangaroo where music from a local rock band was performing could be heard all the way from down the street. RIP members were seen outside the establishment either drinking some beers, smoking some cigarettes or beating some random guys ass off to the side of the bar. Inside the bar was nothing but the sounds of the band performing, laughter and the talk amongst the Reapers. Xavier Asher Daniels was seen having a drinking contest with a Reaper as the President of the biker gang was seen sitting down in a corner booth looking around the bar at everyone enjoying themselves. Lance smiled and then called for a waitress to come over. WAITRESS: You need another Budweiser, sweetie? LANCE WINTERS: Yeah. Hell bring me a PITCHER OF BEER or two. We’re celebrating tonight. Say darling, YOU SEEN my son around? WAITRESS: You gotta kid Lance? When the-- LANCE WINTERS: YEAH well..Err not by blood. I’m sure you seen em around. Skinny little fucker. GOT A FEW TATTS here and there. Sort of looks LIKE THAT GUY FROM.. Lance stops talking and sees Luke Wisia being followed by Shelton Monroe and Leifi Maivia. Leifi stops to talk to a few of the other Reapers letting the other two walk on. LANCE WINTERS: Never mind I found em. JUST GO fetch me them pitchers will ya? LUKE WISIA: And that bitch was sayin’ something like ‘yeah, I only like asian dudes’, and then I had to send her a pic from RED’s phone of his ass cheeks when he was moonin’ Ronnie last summer. For some reason, cunt ain’t hit me back yet…. Luke looks over to the table and sees Lance Winters sitting there, waiting. He strolls forward with the others shortly behind him and takes a seat across from the Reapers president, pouring himself a glass of beer from one of the leftover pitchers. LUKE WISIA: REAPPPPPERRRRR RAINNNNNNN BITCHESSSSSSS! We are on cloud nine right now, boyssssss. Lance and the crackhead gettin’ a shot at those beautiful tag team titles. Leifi is gonna twist Nicole into a pretzel. Hope he lowkey fucks that bitch as well, she got a stick up her ass when she needs a dick. Shelton is gonna be the next big thang showin’ peeps that RIP ain’t goin’ nowhere. And as for me? He laughs and takes a long drink from his beer. LUKE WISIA: I beat Hunter Werth... Over a year of shit talk and when he stepped into that ring with me, that mawfucker failed. Send his ass to the pigeons, CAW CAW! NO REMATCHES IN THIS BITCH. Ain’t gonna beat me once, sure as hell ain’t gettin’ another shot. I’m one time Luke. I one time ya girl. I one time ya matches. I one time ya life. Don’t need second chances and that cunt of a whore Ashley Sullivan is gonna see that soon enough. Reapers Rain and Darkness Falls. Luke in a great mood, takes another drink of his beer and starts to bounce some in his seat. Pulling out his phone, Wisia started to answer some text messages and resting his elbows on the table. Shelton just looks at Luke, then back towards Lance. SHELTON MONROE: Yea...whatever this nigga said and then some. Congrats, you and that high yellow nigga over there put in work. Not like I ain’t have no faith, boss, quite honestly after I saw you was up against that skinny bitch and Kunta on bull sperm steroid I ain’t really sweat shit. Nigga’s gettin’ bored though, sittin’ around and fuckin’ somethin’ every night and not doin’ nothin’ to earn the twat got me feelin’ spoiled as a mothafucka. But I take that check though, baby mom’s on my neck about child support. Shelton pauses for a moment, grabs a beer. SHELTON MONROE: If I knew I’d be the black muscle on the real tip I’d been met ya’ll crazy white asses a long time ago. Still don’t feel right not puttin’ in that work to show these bitches what the fuck they dealin’ wit. Shelton shrugs, and drinks his beer. The waitress comes back with the pitchers and sets them down on the table. She winks to Shelton and Luke before leaving. Lance doesn’t saying anything instead he grunts. LANCE WINTERS: The hell you mean? Chance ain’t take your ass out to do some runs yet? Son of a bitch…..The fuck has he been doing? The Prez pours himself another glass of beer and continues to speak. LANCE WINTERS: Not a goddamn thing. I set this mother fuck up over on iGNiTE with Vik and he ain’t done shit. Lance slams the pitcher down and groans as he looks over to Luke annoyed. He stands up and backhands Luke across the face causing several members of the bike gang to look over to see what was going on. LANCE WINTERS: And what the fuck is your problem boy?! Got some little pritsy cunt making you cry and piss on your fucking self like you’re a damn baby. Do I need to go get you a fucking diaper?! He looks back over to Reapers who were watching him. He sighs and sits back down in his seat trying his best to calm down. The others go back to partying in the bar. LANCE WINTERS: You best get your shit together, Luke. Luke smirks, shaking his head and topping off his glass. LUKE WISIA: I ain’t even scared of that bitch, yo. She mighta whooped my ass once, but she jumped outta that crowd like a ninja. A FUCKIN’ NINJA! WHO THE FUCK EVEN….. she put too much time thinkin’ of that shit, she got me there. But I made that cunt’s life a living hell before she pulled that shit, and Imma make it a living hell for her at D.F.. This is gonna be put to rest just like I did with Hunter. He ain’t got anymore room to say SHIT! And she ain’t gonna have room either. Then after that…. well. I got somethin’ in mind. SHELTON MONROE: Calm yo ass down, nigga...shit. And NO, most I’ve been doin’ is sittin’ on my black ass lookin’ collectin’ dust. And if I don’t do somethin’ besides fuckin’ these white girls, I’ma start hittin’ niggas randomly. Shit is FUCKED, bruh! I’ma go talk to that nigga on some real shit and see what’s up. Shelton was getting tense. SHELTON MONROE: I can’t be doin’ nothin’, you know that shit. Lance begins to chug away at his drink. LANCE WINTERS: Fine. You’re rolling with me until Chance decides to take his head out of his ass. I got a few runs I GOTTA DO that you just might be PERFECT for. He then sits back in his seat studying Lance for a minute. LANCE WINTERS: Fine son. FINE. You think you have it handled then ALRIGHT. Things right now are rolling in all the RIGHT directions boys. Got REAPER RAIN on the rise. Got Big Vik about to ride in an TAKE BACK the Lionheart Championship. Joey gonna beat that snot out of that SON OF A SLUT, XPJ. And… Winters looks over to Leifi and smirks. LANCE WINTERS: That Hellhound is out for blood. No one is stopping the REAPERS. You hear me? Now get outta here. Go enjoy yourselves. And Shelton...Make sure THE BLOUSE doesn’t over do it. Don’t need him popping up on TMZ or some shit. The two young Reapers get up and join the other Reapers as Lance looks on enjoying the music. The scene then slowly then fades after Lance answers a phone call from Perello. LANCE WINTERS: VEE PEEEE! What’s up brother? |
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| Felicity Banks | Jul 13 2015, 12:20 AM Post #5 |
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![]() The screen turns staticy as a camera turns on and begins to shake as the person carrying it begins to walk fast down the hallway. The sound of popping balloons can be heard in the distance along with a loud, sad moan that became more distressed with each pop. The sound of Zagan’s voice filled the hall way, as the cameraman turned the corner to see her hovering over the clown known as Lucky. He is curled up against the wall as Zagan has a balloon animal in her hands, a needle in the other, and the floor around her feet is just covered with the remnants of different colored balloons. ZAGAN SOLAS: We gave you a chance Lucky… Just like you wanted, and what do you do with the opportunity? You failed. We should have just dealt with Jinzai ourselves instead of trusting an incompetent clown like you. Without hesitation, Zagan popped the balloon dog that was in her hand. As the pieces fell to the floor, Lucky reached out his hand and tried to catch every piece that fell to try to salvage it. ZAGAN SOLAS: You were a failure as a clown, and you’re a failure now. How many more chances should we give you? Because do you know what we do to people that fail us… Lucky? Kneeling down so she could look the clown in the eyes, Zagan tilts her head. ZAGAN SOLAS: Hm? Do you? I could hurt you physically but, I know that won’t get us anywhere. What I can do, however, is begin to take the things you hold very dear to you… away. Footsteps could be heard stepping in the direction of Lucky and Zagan. Once they stop, a shadow hovers over both Lucky and Zagan, the clown clapping his hands once he sees who it is. ALEXA CORRA: Are you enjoying doing this to him? The camera pans up to reveal the face of Alexa Corra. She motions for Lucky to get up and the clown immediately obliges. He runs up toward Corra and hides behind her, but his big, broad body could easily be seen behind the Global Tag Team champion. ALEXA CORRA: I’m not sure why you’re so angry at him, but he hasn’t done anything wrong. That was his first match in a wrestling ring and he nearly broke that imbeciles back. He wasn’t sent out there to win. He was sent out there to show everyone who watches this filth on television that we do not do the bidding of others. However, we do have people who do our bidding if that’s what we decide to do. Alexa turns around, reaches into her pocket, and hands Lucky a lollipop. The clown claps his hands and grabs the lollipop out of Alexa’s hands and gives her a hug. Alexa shoves Lucky away and says something in Latin, causing Lucky to turn around and run off into the darkness with a bit of pep in his step. Alexa then turns back in Zagan’s direction and watches her stand back upright. ALEXA CORRA: I truly don’t believe you’re that angry over what Lucky did...or didn’t do. There’s something deeper to it than that, but I won’t pry. However, I am going to ask you to control that anger until H.A.T.E because that’s when it will be needed. Not toward someone like him. Alexa points down the hall at Lucky. ALEXA CORRA: He’s not the enemy, Zagan. And he never was. The enemies are Tanner Sands and the other one… The Global Tag champ taps her index finger off her chin and thinks. ALEXA CORRA: His name always escapes me for some reason. ZAGAN SOLAS: Armadaist… And we have already dealt with them. We bond their fates to that of dolls, and you remember what we did to those. All we need to do at H.A.T.E is just give them a little nudge… and they will do the rest themselves. They’re their own worst enemy… and they will unravel. Zagan begins looks after Lucky through the darkness before turning to Alexa. ZAGAN SOLAS: We have people to do our bidding… but that means nothing if they can’t do as they are bid. Useless. I expect a lot out of those who we bring in… and so far they have all failed. Even him. He should have broken Jinzai’s back…not nearly... I’d rather him lose through a disqualification then… He is nothing but a joke now, which makes us look like the clowns. Alexa couldn’t resist chuckling over Zagan’s words. Alexa didn’t see it that way, but she understood what Zagan was saying. She thought that maybe it could’ve been her own fault for not being clear when she gave Lucky directions, but realistically, Alexa wanted to sic Lucky on Riley more than she did Jinzai. ALEXA CORRA: There will be more opportunities for him to prove his worth. I feel as if we should sic him on that red-haired wombat Riley Lynn for putting us in this situation. She’s the one who’s at fault for all of this. If it wasn’t for her we-- Suddenly, Alexa’s cut off by a familiar voice. FELICITY BANKS: Stay away from me you stupid clown! I don’t want your stupid lollipop! I have my own! See! Blowpop! Mine! Alexa turns her head to look at Zagan as Felicity Banks walks down the dark hallway and becomes visible in the picture. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously couldn’t find you guys anywhere. I started following the sound of popping balloons, but once that stopped I was fucked. Felicity looks around at the dark corridor, squishing her face as she takes in the sight. FELICITY BANKS: Ugh. Cobwebs everywhere. I don’t know how you two feel comfortable in a place like this. Then again, you’ve been this way since I knew you guys so...yah. For those who have been living under a rock, Felicity had known Zagan and Alexa since they were teenagers. She was one of the only people that Zagan and Alexa both considered to be a friend. FELICITY BANKS: Anywho, listen… I kinda need your help with something. I mean, like, I know I can do it on my own and I know I can figure out a few ways to torture this peasant, but I think you two might have better ideas than me when it comes to this sorta thing. Zagan looks over at Alexa before she looks back at Felicity looking a bit joyful. ZAGAN SOLAS: Interesting.... We will be more than willing to help you, Felicity, and we will be sure that it will only be our hands doing the deed… Now... Is there… something specific you had in mind or… Do you just want us to do what we think is best? ALEXA CORRA: That, and do you want him to be in pain from the very beginning, or do you want to slowly torture him? Felicity scratches the back of her head and pulls her Blowpop out of her mouth. FELICITY BANKS: I just want him to bleed buckets like Jason and Sho bled buckets tonight - only double that. I want his eyes to pop out of his head so I can step on them after. I want to rip his fucking heart of his chest and make him eat it and then shit it out! Then I WANNA MAKE HIM EAT IT AGAIN AND CHOKE! The mere mention of Billy Joe McCleary drove Felicity up a wall. She lets out a sigh and sticks her Blowpop back into her mouth. FELICITY BANKS: Does that give you any ideas? ZAGAN SOLAS: Plenty. I just wonder if a hands on approach would suffice or if hands off would be better… Thinking for a moment, Zagan looks over at Alexa. ZAGAN SOLAS: We will get it done… What ever the case may be. She then looks back at Felicity. ZAGAN SOLAS: That is something that you won’t have to worry about. Felicity lunges forward and gives both Zagan and Alexa a hug. The 5150 duo look at one another and don’t bother hugging Felicity back, but it didn’t seem to bother the former World champion. FELICITY BANKS: Okay, perfect. Sooooo, in a few days you two are gonna teach me some spells or something? Maybe even show me how to hang the son of a bitch just enough to choke the life out of him, but not kill him? Truthfully? I just want his eyeballs so I could put them in a jar in my trophy room when I get that started. The artist formerly known as the Queen bites down on her Blowpop and gets to the gum. She flings the stick across the hall and turns her her back to see Lucky slapping his hands off the wall. FELICITY BANKS: You guys have some really, really weird friends. Not including me, of course. ZAGAN SOLAS: … We shall see… We shall see… Tapping Felicity on the shoulder, Zagan walks into the darkness behind her as Alexa takes a step forward with Zagan. They both walk off, leaving Felicity alone in the creepy corridor. FELICITY BANKS: Wait… HOLD ON! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! Felicity runs down the hall toward 5150 as the camera goes to static. |
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| J. Mentez | Jul 14 2015, 05:10 PM Post #6 |
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![]() House of Pain - Era has ended but the camera continues to roll post match as medic personnel have Jason Mentez's lifeless bloodied body up on the stretcher leading him out of the CFE Arena. People look on as they rush him quickly through the back doors as those who like Jason are concerned for his well being. The camera catches a few moments hearing gasps and sighs from those looking on as the blood drips from his arms onto the cement floor. EMT 1: Outta the way folks outta the way! They call out ahead of their arrival looking to get a clear path to the ambulance sitting already running in wait. They quickly rise the bed up enough to roll him inside the back and before they hop inside themselves a young woman rushes into the camera view looking dead at Jason laying completely out. Remi Blanco: Jason!....Jason... Two of the EMT's bring her to a stop at the double doors of the ambulance. EMT 2: Ma'am...Ma'am...Hold on a second. Who... Remi looks appalled at first as they place their forearms against her to stop her. She nods her head inside the ambulance toward Jason. Remi Blanco: That's my boyfriend. Move... She pushes the EMT's forearm off of her before lifting herself into the back of the ambulance and quickly grabbing Jason's blood drenched hand. She brushes her hand over the top of his head only to see the amount of blood on it. She frowns seeing it but looks back toward Jason as he lightly stirs. His eyes open for seconds as he sees her and puts up half of a bloody smile.Body cut in every which way and his color turning slightly more pale. "Heeeey...babe." And just like that he falls right back out. The EMT's close the doors and they all drive off in a hurry. Edited by J. Mentez, Jul 14 2015, 05:11 PM.
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