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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] XXXVI; Oncenter War Memorial Arena in Syracuse, New York
Topic Started: Sep 5 2015, 10:32 PM (881 Views)
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Location: Syracuse, New York
Venue: Oncenter War Memorial Arena
Network: HBO


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

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BRAD KANE: You might be wondering just why I bothered to come back to Hard Knox Wrestling…

And Brad Kane steps into the new screen backstage. Syracuse goes nuts. He’s an Orangemen graduate.

BRAD KANE: Why am I here after the last year. The last real time I was in this company standing in that ring was at the first Destiny if my old man brain doesn’t fail me. Had a few concussions in my life so bear with me if I’m not right here. Felly Banks and I went into my creation, the Master of Horrors, and we pulled the wool over HKW’s eyes. For months they thought we were in this long blood war. And then boom.

He chuckles.

BRAD KANE: We fucked ‘em. Fucked every single fan who thought I hated the Queen Bee. Now later tonight she fights for the title people thought I could’ve, wanted to win, even though that was never the case. But me? I’m in a gauntlet match. Against a bunch of newcomers and those who haven’t shown too much effort. Usually I’m a lazy guy. I got some of my kids again. I’m a busy dude but here I am when I need to be. I’m here because that’s what being a goddamn professional is all about.

Brad takes a moment to collect his thoughts while pacing back and forth looking at the camera.

BRAD KANE: Some people tonight just lookin’ for a chance though. I want a chance. Everyone in this match should want a chance. If they don’t then they’re just wastin’ my time, your time, everyone’s time. Some of us have been fed through HKW before and lookin’ for another chance. Others are here for the first time. It’s a good mix. I can’t be assed to learn your names though. None of y’all seen what I have. None of ya.

He shakes his fist like an old man would telling those goddamn kids to get off of his lawn.

BRAD KANE: I’m not some fancy dude usin’ big words. I’m not some chick that’s here to launch her eventual porn career when they realize you can’t get ahead by suckin’ on some dick. I’m just an old, disgruntled man who wants to smack a few people around in the ring. That’s all I want. To hit someone again. To drop someone on their head. To make a broke ass kid scream in pain because they’ve never been in a submission hold like that before. Tonight in this gauntlet match I’ll try to run the table. Might’ve lost a step. Might have some of that rust.

Ole Brad Kane makes some creaking noises moving his arm back and forth like he’s actually rusted.

BRAD KANE: So tonight in Syracuse where I graduated from college as a member of the Orange…

HUGE ASS CHEAP POP THUMBS UP BANG BANG!

BRAD KANE: I’ll see if I can get back into that old shape I used to be in. See if I can still kick like I did before the hip injury. See if I can still go with these young bucks who are no doubt going to start calling me grandpa. Which never mind the goddamn fact that I’m already a grandfather. Seriously, I’m only 36 fuckin’ years old and I got a grandson. What kind of bullshit is that?!

He motions his hands down telling himself to stop before he gets going on.

BRAD KANE: Tonight. Gauntlet match. Brad Kane is back.

Brad goes off screen before walking back on...

BRAD KANE: Right I should end this with a catch phrase.

Finger on the chin thinking. Snap of the fingers.

BRAD KANE: Fuck it. I’ll quote Wu-Tang Clan. Survey says? You’re dead.

Throws up the W. Gun shot taunt. Gone. Static.

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Match One - Nicky V vs. Carter Arcade

The opening gauntlet matches gets underway with newcomers Carter Arcade and Nicky V starting things off. The first few minutes of the match Nicky V and Carter exchange right hands until carter got the better of the attack, and hit Nicky with a swinging neckbreaker. Carter made the quick cover, but Nicky kicked out right at two.

As the match progressed, Carter held the advantage until Nicky blinded Carter with a thumb to the eye, and followed it up with a
running STO. Nicky kept the momentum of the match at his his pace, and even hit his trademark exploder suplex into the turnbuckle, but Carter Arcade kept kicking out!

During the closing moments of the first match of the gauntlet, Nicky looked ready to hit the “Your Swan Songs” but Carter fought his way out of it, and nearly took Nicky’s head off with a huge dropkick. As Carter went to continue his attack, Nicky clutched at his knee and told the referee he was legitimately hurt, making the ref stop Carter in his tracks. While the ref tended to Nicky, Carter turned his back on Nicky and voiced his displeasure to the crowd, allowing Nicky to swoop in behind Carter, roll him up with a handful of tights, and get the three!

Match Two - Nicky V vs. Camila Martinez

With Nicky V as the winner for the first gauntlet match, he is waiting for his next opponent, and out comes Camila Martinez running down the ramp! She wastes no time sliding in the ring and grappling right up with Nicky V, tossing him to the center of the ring with a hip toss, and then converting it into a headlock. Both competitors spend some time exchanges shots and headlocks, until Nicky V gets some room with a clothesline. Camila isn’t done, though.

Camila is put down with a backbreaker, then ends up on the wrong end of a russian leg sweep. Nicky V keeps on her with another headlock, this time turning it into a neckbreaker that sends both opponents down to the mat. They are crawling on the opposite sides of the mat, using the ropes to climb back to their feet while the referee is counting, but they both rise back to their feet before he is even close to a ten count.

She continues to fight her way back into it without letting Nicky V take complete control of the match as she executes a sit out scoop slam, then follows it up with an ankle lock that eventually gets broken up by Nicky V. He swings through on his next clothesline to create more space, but it doesn’t end up working well in his favor as Camila puts him down with the 187! She seems surprised that when she executed the move, but wastes no time hooking the leg for the cover after some time of back and forth fighting! One…. Two… THREE!

Match Three - Camila Martinez vs. Eva Castro

Eva walks down the ramp with her Superior Championship after Nicky V exits the ring. She hands the belt to a crew worker and then slides into the ring. Camila doesn’t look all that impressed with Castro as she enters the ring. Castro looks at Camila with the same feeling before the two grapple up in the middle of the ring. The two trade blows with one another until Camila ducks a punch from Eva and hits a Back Suplex. Martinez drops an elbow a few times then follows up with a Leg Drop. She goes for a pin but it only gets to one.

Minutes go by and Camila still has the upperhand right up until Casto reverses a powerbomb with a hurricanrana. She goes for the pin but it too only goes for one. Eva doesn’t let up as she rains down some punches before getting up. Castro waits for Camila to get up to her feet and as she does she goes for a Shining Wizard but no! Martinez ducks out of the way and hits a German Suplex. Camila holds onto her waist and hits another after getting her back up. Martinez up to her feet now taunts to the crowd as she starts to climb up a turnbuckle. She takes a little bit too long as Eva starts to get back to her feet and gets up to her feet. She sees Camila climbing up the top turn buckle and goes to hop onto the Springboard and hops over hitting Camila with a Missile Dropkick sending her off the top rope and over onto the mat outside of the ring.

As moments go by Eva Castro has all the momentum on her side as she has Camila set and ready for a Twist OF Fate. As she starts to go for it Camila pushes her off and hits a hard clothesline to lay Eva out. Martinez starts to get some of the momentum back on her side after a while but she ends up getting caught by a flying crossbody out of no where! Eva gets up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps off and hits the Evalasting Drop for the win and move on to the next round of the gauntlet!

Match Four - Eva Castro vs. Leifi Maivia

With Camila being the one eliminated from the gauntlet, it’s Leifi Maivia who answers the call and is making his way towards the ring, ignoring the fans and he enters to a series of stomps from Eva, trying to keep the big man down before he can get started. Leifi lifts her up for a spine buster and puts her back down, raising back up to a thunderous yell to the fans as they throw jeers in his direction. As he is setting up for a spear, he goes for it, but it’s a miss as he dives shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle post!

Eva takes advantage of the situation with a roll up, but it’s only to the count of two before Maivia uses his legs to break the pin! He puts Eva down with a snap DDT to get the space he wants and then follows it up with a german suplex, but Castro lands on her feet and strikes back with a diving elbow that knocks Maivia completely off balance, then goes for another roll up pin, but yet again is unsuccessful in the attempt.

Eva tries to keep Leifi down with another series of stomps, but he fights through it and executes a big boot, leaning on the ropes as he catches his breath from the two near falls. Eva shoulder blocks right into Miavia’s knees, taking his legs out from underneath him while he wasn’t paying attention, trying yet another pinfall, but there’s another break up before the three count. Eva can’t believe it and starts to argue with the referee about how quick he count it, but when she turns around, she’s met with the Samoans Spear from Leifi! He hooks both legs for the cover, nodding his head to the count from the referee. One…. Two… THREE!

Match Five - Leifi Maivia vs. Brad Kane

Just as soon as Brad Kane enters the ring, he immediately turned Leifi Maivia inside out with a huge lariat. Brad went for the cover, but only got a two count. He picked Leifi up to his feet and pushed him into the corner, unleashing with a machine chops attack. After about twenty chops, Kane pulled Leifi out of the corner and went for a short-arm clothesline, but Leifi ducked underneath it and hit Kane with a release german suplex!

Kane landed right on his neck, and Leifi brought him right up to his feet, only to lift him over his shoulder and slam him down to the mat with a running powerslam. Leifi made the cover, but only got a two. Leifi kept the attack on the ground, locking Brad in a number of different submissions, but found the most success in a boston crab dead center in the ring.

After about a minute for trying to battle out of it, Brad finally made it to the ropes and forced Leifi to break the submission. Leifi used the referees entire five count before he let go of the crab and then slid over to the furthest corner away from Kane, calling for the spear. Kane stumbled up to his feet, saw Leifi charging at him, and spun around before connecting with his “Dead Set” discus big boot! Brad fell on top of Leifi, hooked the leg… ONE

TWO

THREE!

WINNER - BRAD KANE (15:40)
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The scene opens up backstage at Defiance, Jaydon is shown standing outside of Pharaoh’s locker-room hoping to catch him before their match.

JAYDON ASHAAN: This nigga gotta come out the sometime tonight, hell we got a match and as soon as he opens that door, I’m going in his mouth.

Jaydon paces back and forth contemplating whether or not he should just knock on the door, he starts to ball his fist up to pound but is stopped by his brother who comes racing around the corner almost tackling Jaydon down to the ground.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Yo what the fuck is your problem nigga? You almost knocked me into the brick wall.

BAM: Because I saw you about to make the worst mistake of your life, damn bro your match is coming up in a couple minutes, you can’t wait?

Jaydon lets out a huge sigh.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Nah I want that ass now.

BAM: Yeah bro I suggest you leave the ASS references out of this conversation, I almost got sick.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Get your mind out the fucking gutter, you know what the fuck I mean.

BAM: Yo y’all just need to hurry up and get in that ring and fight it out, all this extra shit is crazy.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Nah it’s not crazy, like I said I’m just on a mission to ruin that niggas life, we got unfinished business to attend too.

Jaydon pauses, he looks at Bam with a smirk on his face.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Hey, who knows, maybe after I beat that ass, he’ll stand up in front of everyone and apologize to me and announce me as the better wrestler.

BAM: Yeah you doing to much bro, this wrestling shit got you talking out the ass.

Bam smacks himself across the head.

BAM: Damnit, I said ass.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Look, how about you just got out there to the audience and sit front row, you’re not going to want to miss this match, it’s about to go down as one of the best in HKW history.

BAM: Oh yeah you definitely speaking some crazy shit out of your mouth, sounding like you speaking tongues or something.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Nah I’m speaking truth.

The door to Pharaoh’s dressing room opens but instead of Pharaoh walking out, one of the cleaning crew members from the arena makes their way out of the dressing home, Jaydon runs up to the door trying to see if Pharaoh was inside but he’s no where to be found.

JAYDON ASHAAN: That pussy lucky.

Jaydon slams the door closed as the scene fades into the next match.

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After the opening match of the night, we go backstage where we see two men charging at one another. The two men are none other than long time rivals Colton Sterling and Luke Wisia...and everyone is getting the hell out of their way.

LUKE WISIA: LEAVE ME ALONE. DON’T FUCK WITH ME, BITCH!!!

Luke and Colt finally get within swinging range and Colt takes the first swing, but Luke ducks and catches him with a punch to the gut that sends the former No Limits champ stumbling backwards. Luke then tries to fire off with an uppercut, but Colt stops it and instead heabutts the smaller man, sending him stumbling now.

COLTON STERLING: I swear I’ve never met a bigger idiot in my life.

Colton then begins firing off with multiple punches to the head, each one forcing Luke to continue taking steps back. Luke begins fighting back, but after every punch he lands, he takes a step back too. The two men eventually turn the corner before Colt catches Luke with a knee to the jaw that sends Luke falling to the floor. Colton, not wanting to attack Luke while he’s down, motions for him to get up.

COLTON STERLING: Come on. Now I know you got more fight than that left in you. Get up. GET UP!

Luke slowly gets to his feet and looks at Colt before looking around for a weapon to use. His eye catches the table nearby filled with toy lightsabers and he quickly rushes over before grabbing one and then looking over at Colt, crazy eyed.

LUKE WISIA: Don’t get sliced up light saber style, cunt. Death by Darth Vader and shit… this ain’t how you wanna die.

Colt just stares at him for a second before he quickly moves forward and grabs one too. The two men then have a standoff before Colt and Luke both press the button to their toys and Luke’s saber flashes green, while Colt’s flashes red.

LUKE WISIA:: Get fucked, Colton…. and gimme the red one.

Sterling stares at Wisia for a second...then offers his up to Luke for a trade. The two men trade toy lightsabers before getting into fighting stance again.

COLTON STERLING: Are we really about to fight with these things?

LUKE WISIA: Yup! Bout to bust you open, Sterling.

The two then both swing and begin an actual lightsaber fight. They block each other’s first attack before Luke tries to take a low swing, only for Colt to jump up and avoid the plastic from catching his leg. Colt then takes a swing at Luke’s head with it, but Luke just manages to duck before he takes a step backwards. Luke then fakes a swing upwards, forcing Colt to duck, but instead changed the direction and drove it into Colt’s midsection, breaking the toy in half. Colt keeled over, but when Luke charge in, he too caught him with a shot to the midsection, breaking his toy lightsaber as well.

COLTON STERLING: God, what the hell did they make that thing with?!

Before the two men can shake off the pain in their midsection, security rushes in and grabs both men. RED comes walking up to the pair of them while the security team has a hold of both men, not letting them continue the fighting in the hallways.

RED: I’VE BEEN GIVEN ORDERS TO SEE YOU TWO OUT OF THE BUILDIN’ FROM GENERAL MANAGER ROMEO PRICE, HOMIES. FIGHTIN’ IN THE HALLWAYS WON’T BE TOLERATED, ESPECIALLY WITH YA’LL BEING SO DAMN DESTRUCTIVE AROUND THIS JOINT.

He nods to the security team who has their hands on both Luke and Colton, then points towards the backdoor exit.

RED: EXIT STAGE LEFT, YA’LL.

The team drags them out the backdoor as it flies open, throwing both wrestlers out onto the parking lot of the arena and locking the door behind them when they closed it back.

LUKE WISIA: RED, this is why your ass ain't in the Trap House no more!

Luke and Colton, still dressed in their casual wear, aren’t really sure on what to from this point… until Luke gets an idea of his own. He turns around while Colton isn’t paying attention and slaps him as hard he can across the face before starting to walk away across the parking lot. Colton clotheslines Wisia from behind onto the hard cement, until Luke reaches up and pulls Sterling in for his own headlock, throwing punches at his ribs.

Wisia ends up kicking Sterling off him and sprinting across the parking lot as Colton stands back up and refuses to go on another goose chase as Luke walks over to his motorcycle. He hops in the seat and throws his helmet over the steering wheel. There's a sick smile that crosses his face when he starts up the motorcycle and slightly turns his head in Colton's direction. Wisia peels out and drives full speed at Sterling, clearly trying to hit the man, but he manages to spin out of the way just in time and pick himself up off the ground, watching as Luke pulls up to the freeway, making a right onto the street and leaving Colton behind. The camera zooms in on Sterling's frustrated face as he peeks back to the building they were just tossed out of and starts to shake his head. Then the screen fades away to black.

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The arena grows dark and the crowd goes silent, sounds of chains rubbing together play through the speakers as the "Check" By Meek Mill cuts on, the arena is filled with a mixed reaction from the crowd as Jay'don walks out from behind the curtain, nodding his head to the beat he slowly makes his way down the ramp, he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a chain and wraps it around his hand.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, hailing from "MALIBU HILLS, CALIFORNIA" He is KING OF EXTREME, JAY'DON ASHAAN !!!!

He slides underneath the ropes and into the ring where he tosses the chain in the air and catching it back in his hand, he balls his fists up throwing in the air playing towards the audience while he waits for his opponent.

BRIAN MARKS: This is the beginning of the Path To Destiny Tournament. I might say this fella here might have him a chance to being apart of the biggest pay per view of the year. What do you guys think?

JERMAINE MARKS: He got as much luck as Randy got to fuck a bad brazillian bitch on a golf course, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: The hell you tryna say JC?!

JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga I'm saying this boy Jay'Don ain't got a chance in hell in making it past this round, slime.

Dogs are heard barking and attacking each other over the loudspeakers. The arena goes dark as colored smoke rises from the ground at the top of the ramp. As the lights come back on, Pharaoh is shown standing at the top of the ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: You want problems? Well you gottem. Introducing to the ring LAX's dark Prince...the silent killa it's Pharaoh!!!!!!!!

With his pit bull by his side, he makes his way to the bottom of the ramp. He hooks his dogs leash to the side of the ring and makes his way up the steel steps. Climbing to the top of the ropes, he backflips into the ring. As he hits the ground, pyro flies from each corner of the ring. He then leans on the ropes, waiting on his opponent.

JERMAINE MARKS: See this the rookie y'all should be looking out for.

BRIAN MASON: The two have been quite impressive since their debut.

RANDY THE PILOT: Is that ninja dog tryna hump Whisper leg bruh?

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DING!! DING!! DING!!!

After the bell rings Jay'Don sprint across the room going for a flying knee but Pharaoh ducks and rolls as he dodges the flying attack from Jay'Don. Jay'Don doesn't look to be pleased as he shouts out to Pharaoh to come at him. But Pharaoh in return just shakes his head and waves him over. The two meet in the center of the ring and begin to test one another's strength but Jay'Don doesn't seem to want to go the route as he quickly kicks Pharaoh in the mid-section and follows up with a few headbutts before hitting a DDT. When down Jay'Don digs his knee into the back of Pharaoh's back and reaches under his chin to pull back. Pharaoh screams out in pain and reaches for the ropes but he's no where near the ropes. Ashaan pulls back a little more as he digs his knee more into the back of Pharaoh then he releases the abusive submission hold to drive the edge of his elbow into the head of Pharaoh. The fans boo at Ashaan's aggressiveness. He ignores them and goes to kick Pharaoh over onto his back. Ashaan looks around to the crowd who boos him and holds up his middle finger before he leaps backwards going for a standing moonsault but as he comes down Pharaoh holds up his knees as the hit Jay'Don in his stomach.

BRIAN MASON: Great counter by the young Pharaoh. Put a damn end to this prick Jay'Don's disrespect to these great fans we have here tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: Nah eff all that noise, slime. I actually applaud that simple ass nigga for flipping these people the bird, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: It was good Pharaoh did that tho bruh. He was damn near looking like a goner if he ain't counter that moonsault.

Pharaoh gets up holding his head and hears his dog barking at the side of the ring. He nods as if he understood the dog. He walked over to Jay'Don who was still holding his stomach and began to stump down on him repeatedly like there was no tomorrow. He then picked Jay'Don up and Irish Whipped him into the corner turnbuckle. Pharaoh sprints over to the turnbuckle after Jay'Don arrives to it and delivers an enziguri. Jay'Don falls onto his ass groggy with his head leaning back on the bottom turnbuckle. As Pharaoh sees this he smirks and holds onto the ropes as he drives his foot into Ashaan's neck choking him. The ref begins to count down to five and Pharaoh holds it until he gets to four. After he lets go of the choke hold he backs up a little with the ref in his face warning him. But Pharaoh ignores him as he pushes the ref out of the way and heads back over to Jay'Don going for a elbow smash but Jay'Don hops up and grabs the back of Pharaoh's head to drive it into the turnbuckle.

BRIAN MASON: And a counter by Jay'Don Ashaan this time around.

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit I gave this nigga Pharaoh too much credit earlier, slime. How the hell you trip and fall on the damn turnbuckle?!

RANDY THE PILOT: But Jay'Don just--

JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck up Randy. Fat fuck.

Jay'Don back up now looks down at Pharaoh in disgust and grabs his leg dragging him into the center of the ring. Jay'Don starts punches Pharaoh in his left leg a few times until he ends the combination with a DDT on the Leg. Jay'Don got up with the leg again and hits another DDT on the leg. Jay'Don got up again and hits yet another DDT on the leg. He then turns Pharaoh over on his stomach and locks in a Half Boston Crab with the leg he was targeting. Jay'Don then begins to punch Pharaoh ferociously in the knee before letting go. He walks around and looks out to the ringside at Pharaoh's dog. He yells at the dog telling it to shut up and as he turns back around Pharaoh was no where to be seen. Jay'Don looks around confused until he sees Pharaoh leaping off a top turnbuckle. Pharaoh attempts to go for a Diving DDT but Jay'Don quickly hits the ASHDown knocking Pharaoh straight out. Jay'Don goes for the pin.

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TTHHRREEEEEEEEEEE


The ref tries to hold up Jay'Don's hand but he snatches it away as he stands over Pharaoh. As he rolls out of the ring he walks up the ramp keeping his eye on Pharaoh.

WINNER: JAY'DON ASHAAN VIA PIN FALL (8:23)
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The show heads back to the ringside area, where Brian Mason has a microphone, at his commentary table.

BRIAN MASON: Ladies and gentlemen, please direct your attention to the Knoxtron. Due to an injury suffered at House of Pain, at the hands of Supreme Machine, Joey Miles was unable to be here tonight, but he has taken the time out to answer a few questions via satellite.

On the Knoxtron Joey, at his home in Miami, Florida, is seen sitting on his couch, a fluffy dark-haired cat on his lap.

BRIAN MASON: Hello, Joey. Can you hear me fine?

JOEY MILES: Yup. Hey, Brian.

BRIAN MASON: Right, first of all, congratulations on your win over Shiroboshi. It must've been very difficult to even step into the ring with him after the assault from Supreme Machine before the match.

JOEY MILES: Well, technically, I was thrown into the ring, buuuuut yeah. Having one big fucker kick my ass and then feed me to another big fucker wasn't exactly how I pictured my night going. While thirty wrestlers fought for the chance of a lifetime, shout out to Fel for her amazing performance, by the way, I was opening the show against Shiroboshi. There was no extra incentive for me, no championship match, no main event at any show, nothing like that. So, a lot of people wonder why I even did the match after the attack. Maybe it was a stupid decision. Maybe, had I just stayed down, I wouldn't have gotten attacked a second time and I'd be there, at Defiance, doing what I love doing. Well, there are two reasons I did that match. First, I'm a wrestler. It's what I do. I get paid, less than most in this company, I should add, to wrestle. One part of being a wrestler is doing what needs to be done. What I needed to do there was what I was getting paid to do, wrestle. Second ... Well, I mean, come on. I'm Joey Miles. Think that's the dumbest shit I've ever done? You're out of your mind. I do dumb shit. That's kinda my thing.

BRIAN MASON: Do you have any updates for us on your health? You seem to be doing pretty well.

JOEY MILES: Yeah, I'm alright. Body hurts all over and what not, but that's something all wrestlers have to deal with. Truth be told, the only reason I'm not there is because I wasn't medically cleared. Buncha bullshit, if you ask me, but aye. Next Defiance, however, I'm going to be medically cleared.

BRIAN MASON: So, you're saying you'll be back by our next show?

JOEY MILES: Absolutely. And if, uhh, Supreme Machine or whatever he goes by thinks he's gonna get away with this, yeah ... That's not happening.

BRIAN MASON: Are you going to go after the monster that took you out? That seems a little--

JOEY MILES: Dumb? Yeah, we've established that I do dumb shit. I'm obviously not going to be thrown off a stage by some hissyfitting little cunt because he didn't win a battle royal and not retaliate. So, Mr. Machine, this is for you. If you've got the nuts to face me one on one, no cheap attacks, no bullshit, at Defiance thirty-seven, let's do it. Just like when I tossed your ass out of the ring and claimed twenty-five k for myself, I'm going to be victorious again. You're going to have to deal with the fact that not everyone is afraid of you. Yes, you're big. Yes, you've got scars all over your body. Yes, you're probably fucking hideous behind that mask. That doesn't make you scary. You know what's scary? A five foot seven, one hundred and eighty plus pound man being able to kick the ass of a monster like you. Accept my challenge. Don't accept my challenge. Either way, you're getting your ass beat. Thank you, Brian. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some shit to do.

BRIAN MASON: Alright, Joey, thanks for taking the time out for this. We look forward to seeing you back here soon.

Joey nods and the feed cuts away.

BRIAN MASON: Wow, so ... Joey Miles versus Supreme Machine, one on one, at our next Defiance?

RANDY THE PILOT: He's right. He does do dumb shit.

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Selena King was seen walking by catering in a pair of short jean shorts, an HKW t-shirt, and a backwards Yankees fitted cap. She curiously looks through the glass window on the catering room door, but decides against going inside and heads straight back toward her office.

SELENA KING: Feels like this night is dragging and all I want are sour cream and onion chips with Sunkist. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.

She turns her head over her shoulder, debating walking back towards catering, but she decides against it once again.

SELENA KING: They probably don’t even have either of those things. I don’t need to be getting hangry at people either.

After making a sharp turn, Selena walks toward the first door on the left hand side of the hall and pushes it open. Once inside, she walks right up to her desk and pulls out the bottom drawer, bringing out a bag of plain Lays chip.

SELENA KING: Noooooooooo!! What the hell?! I don’t even like these!

She drops the bag of chips onto her desk and stares at them as if they were her worst enemy.

SELENA KING: Crap.

Now frustrated, Selena reaches her hand forward and slaps the bag of Lays then hunches over to open a different drawer on her desk, this time pulling out a two liter bottle of Pepsi.

SELENA KING: CRAP!!!!

Selena angrily shakes the soda and goes to launch it off the wall until she hears a knock on her office door.

SELENA KING: WHAT?!

Brian Stryker walks into the office a little caught off guard by the angry response.

BRIAN STRYKER: I was just gonna ask when I’m gonna get my rematch against Jimmy Page. I really wanna pay that guy back for what happened at Darkness Falls.

Selena glares at Stryker with an awkward eye.

SELENA KING: I’m confused. When are you gonna get YOUR rematch against Jimmy Page? Um, that’s not going to be happening anytime soon, Brian.

Selena tries to go back to what she was doing, but Stryker wasn’t done yet.

BRIAN STRYKER: What? Why?

Selena looks up with a narrowed brow.

SELENA KING: Because, Brian! A match with Jimmy Page isn’t like a title match. You don’t have a rematch clause if you lose! Why do you want a rematch with him anyway? You’re in the Path to Destiny tournament, and you’re a strong candidate for a potential Bloodlust title match! That, and Jimmy’s moving on to other things I’ve been told.

Selena sits down in her chair and reaches forward to grab her bag of chips.

SELENA KING: Just take it day by day, Brian. You’ll get your rematch one day. But it’s not in the plans right now.

Brian sighs heavily to himself.

BRIAN STRYKER: Well I’m get him back one day. Just you wait and see. Now if you excuse me I have a match to get ready for.

SELENA KING: Adios!

Selena watches as Stryker exits her office, and noms down on a handful of chips.

SELENA KING: Hate these…

The camera cuts.

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The infamous theme song of Sho Kojima plays over the pa system, the crowd waiting on the arrival of the Japanese star. He comes out onto the entrance ramp complete with a Kabuki mask worn on the back of his head. He’s showered with boos but doesn’t let the crowds negative reaction phase him as he continues his steady pace down the entrance ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a fatal four way scheduled for one fall… from Tokyko, Japan… SHOOOO KOOOOJIIIMAAAAA!

Sho hops onto the apron with his knee and enters the ring. He takes a long look at the crowd before throwing his arms out to his sides, eating up the crowds jeers. He takes his jacket off and removes the mask and sets it on the corner . He taunts the crowd one last time before turning his attention to the task at hand.

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

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

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

WHISPER VIPERI: From the City of Philadelphia, Brian Stryker!

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

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, NV.... KNOX HURST

"Natural Born Sinner" by In This Moment hits the speakers as Knox Hurst makes her way onto the top of the ramp, ignoring the jeers from the crowd and making her way towards the ring. Only she doesn’t go to the ring, staying on the outside and slowly pacing around the outside, looking at the three competitors who are already in the ring, ready to get this match started.

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DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and the competitors look around the ring to notice that there’s only three people who have made their way onto the canvas. The referee walks over to the ropes, telling Knox Hurst to get into the ring, but she refuses, saying “I’m not wrestling, if it’s not Kai”, and setting up a chair for herself on the outside before taking a seat, then crossing her arms.

JERMAINE MARKS: Is she… refusing to wrestle?

RANDY THE PILOT: She wants Kai, bruh. So… yeah, I guess she is.

While Stryker and Atwater are waiting for the referee to finish his business, it’s Kojima who decides to start the match on his own by throwing a back elbow into the back of Atwater’s head. Sho tries to do the same with Stryker, but he turns in time to see Atwater hit the mat, then blocks the next punch from Kojima. Stryker goes for a massive kick to Sho’s gut, but he rolls out of the way just in time to deliver a series of combination kicks of his own, one that catches Stryker square in the gut, causing him to drop down to both knees.

Sho bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Stryker through the middle ropes and making him fall through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring, next to Knox, who doesn’t even seem to care. Atwater is finally climbing back to his feet, but Kojima is the one standing tall in the middle of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Sho Kojima is the one to start off this action. Cheap shots for everyone.

Kojima reaches over and grabs Atwater by the hair, tossing him into the ropes and looking for a crossbody on the return, but it’s ducked underneath by Shane. Atwater strikes back out with a clothesline, and Stryker rolls back into the ring, going for a shoulder block to Kojima’s legs. He gets hits with both moves and does a flip that turns him inside-out, rolling out of the ring as soon as it’s performed.

Atwater is near the ropes, encouraging Kojima to come back into the ring for a taste of his own medicine, giving Stryker the chance to nail Shane with a running knee that sends him back into the corner turnbuckle. Stryker doesn’t give him any space, hitting a falling neckbreaker before hooking one of Atwater’s legs for the pin! The referee falls into position and begins the count!

ONE!







TWO! - BREAK!


Kojima reaches under the bottom rope and pulls Stryker off the pin and then continues to pull him to the outside, until Brian turns around with a haymaker of his out, but it’s blocked. Spinning roundhouse to the midsection from Kojima, following up with a dropkick that sends Stryker tumbling over the steel steps. Kojima is making his way around the ring, at least until Atwater jumps from the apron with a single arm DDT to Kojima, then grabbing Stryker and rolling him back into the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT:: Hell of a single arm ddt there from Shane Atwater.

Atwater slides back into the ring and grapples up with Stryker, delivering a snap suplex, then rolling back over and getting Stryker into an arm lock… until Kojima comes up from behind and double axe handles Atwater in the back of the head.

Atwater stands up, but is put back down with a gutwrench suplex that causes Shane to roll over towards the ropes, out of harms way. Kojima reaches down and pulls in Stryker, and tossing him with a release tiger suplex! Kojima gives a cocky smile and he pulls Brian back towards the middle of the ring and hooks both legs for the pinfall attempt!

ONE!







TWO!









NO!


Atwater is there to break up the pin attempt, throwing a shoulder into the side of Kojima and making him roll off to the side, holding his shoulder in some pain after the broken pin.

JERMAINE MARKS: Kojima with the near fall… shit heatin’ up.

BRIAN MASON: Luckily Atwater was there to break it up, these guys aren’t trying to give any of the others any space at all.

Atwater and Kojima are the first ones to stand, Sho going for an elbow strike that’s ducked under and Shane follows up with his own version of an elbow strike that brings Kojima off his feet! Atwater turns around to find his other opponent, but isn’t ready for the arm drag from Stryker that puts Atwater into the corner when he stands up. Just as Atwater shakes off the cobwebs, Stryker is there with a diving crossbody that causes his opponent to stumble towards the center of the ring before falling over.

Stryker begins to climb the corner turnbuckle and launches himself off with a corkscrew moonsault, but Kojima comes out of nowhere with a jumping knee that catches Stryker in the face mid-jump! The crowd groans in pain as Brian instantly falls to the mat and rolls over to his stomach.

RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit, that knee. Stryker might be down for the count on that one.

Kojima turns his attention to Atwater, though. Kojima wasn’t ready as Atwater quickly puts him into the stepover toehold facelock as the crowd begins to pop behind him. He locks in the submission and grits his teeth, refusing to let go and Kojima is doing his best to crawl towards the ropes, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it… until Stryker is the one to hit Atwater with a dropkick that breaks the hold. Sho scrambles back to his feet, but…. Stryke 2 to Kojima! He crawls forward and throws an arm over for the pin!


ONE!







TWO







TH-BREAK!


Atwater is there to break up the pin again with another shoulder block, and all three opponents are down. Knox Hurst gives a little laugh from her seat on the outside, watching the three men absolutely putting in everything they have into this match.

BRIAN MASON: CLOSE! STRYKER ALMOST HAD IT.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shane Atwater on that hustle. Stryker is doing everything he can to try and get this win.

Atwater reaches over and picks up Kajimo, tossing him into the ropes and hitting a bridging german suplex that’s broken up by Stryker before the referee can get into position. Atwater seems surprised, but it’s not enough as Stryker hits him next with a springboard phoenix splash!

Shane uses his awareness to roll out of the ring before Stryker can get a grip on him, making Brian turn his focus back towards Kajimo. Sho is waiting though, and nails a spinning back fist that brings Stryker off his feet. Kojima checks to see that Atwater isn’t going to be coming back into the ring as he falls to the mat and throws an arm over Brian for a pin fall!

ONE!








TWO!










THR-KICKOUT!


Kajimo sees Stryker throw a shoulder off the mat and can’t believe it as he begins to rage around the ring. Brain rolls onto his side, reaching out for one of the ropes as he is trying to regain himself.

BRIAN MASON: STRYKER BREAKS THE PIN!

JERMAINE MARKS: Looks like Atwater ain’t need to break up that one. Hate to admit it, but hella focus there from Stryker.

While Kajimo is raging around the ring, Atwater slides back in under the bottom rope and the crowd begins to cheer as he is standing directly behind Sho, spinning him around and putting him into the corner with an european uppercut! Stryker is finally back to his feet and see Kajimo in the corner, delivering a hard shoulder block to his opponent in the corner before Atwater and Stryker turn their attention towards each other in the middle of the ring.

They grapple up and Atwater pulls Stryker into a headlock, forcing him down to one knee, but it’s reversed into a back grapple, that’s also reversed into a side stretch from Atwater. He can’t get the grip he wants though and tries to german suplex Stryker, who lands on his feet, but he isn’t able to fight off the armbar that Atwater locks into place.

RANDY THE PILOT: This could be it, man. That armbar looks fuckin’ deadly.

Stryker is reaching out for the rope, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to reach it, so he spins the submission to get himself out of it before there can be anymore damage, rolling towards one of the ropes after he gets away from the submission. Kojima is the one to try and nail Atwater with an elbow strike, but he pulls in Kajimo into the Kobayashi Maru!

The hold is locked in and locked in tight as he eyeballs in Stryker’s direction to make sure that he isn’t within reaching distance, knowing that’s the only way that the submission is going to be broken. Stryker notices, but doesn’t make it to Atwater in time as Kojima starts to tap out to the Kobayashi Maru before Brian has the chance to stop it!!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by submission… SHANNNNEEEE ATWATTTTTTER!!

Atwater jumps right to his feet after he heard the bell ring, Stryker taking a knee in the corner and looking at the fallen Kojima. Knox folds up her chair and sets it off to the side before leaving the scene for herself. Atwater climbs the nearest turnbuckle before the referee can raise his hand, holding up his arms to the cheering crowd, giving Stryker a nod of satisfaction in the corner.

RANDY THE PILOT: Small sign of respect from Shane Atwater to Brian Stryker right there.

BRIAN MASON: Damn right he did, Stryker deserves the respect. This one came right down to the wire, sealed and delivered when Atwater locked in his finisher. EVERYONE TAPS!

JERMAINE MARKS: Ain’t none of them deserve any typa respect. Ya’ll a bunch of asskissers.

Kojima is on the outside apron, barely able to believe what happened as Shane is still celebrating his victory in the ring, Stryker making his way up the ramp after a hard fought match. The camera cuts into all three of them before fading to black and preparing for the next scene.

WINNER: SHANE ATWATER VIA SUBMISSION (13:55)
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As the scene opens backstage inside of Romeo Price’s office he is seen pouring himself a cup of Scotch. He looks back to the television screen to see what was currently happening on his show. Romeo lifted up the glass to take a sip of it but he is stopped as he sees his office door swing open.

ZERO MCHANNON: Why….

It’s Zero McHannon who steps through the frame of the doorway, closing the door behind him as he lets himself into the room. Zero stands in front of the door for a moment, just looking at Romeo with a sense of pain in his eyes, refusing to walk fully into the room.

ZERO MCHANNON: You just couldn’t let the past be the past… could you? Is that what this is about? A grudge?

Zero takes in a deep breath, looking sideways towards one of the walls.

ZERO MCHANNON: I expected you to be professional about this whole situation, Romeo. Being the businessman that you are. Years and time isn’t enough to put the bullshit behind us? I have a lot on the line right now, rather than to be dealing with this shit….

He notices a weird face from Romeo as Zero narrows his eyes.

ZERO MCHANNON: But you know that already… don’t you?

Romeo sighs as he takes a sip from the glass and walks back towards his seat behind his desk.

ROMEO PRICE: Nice to see you Mr. McHannon. Please, come in. Have a seat...Can I offer you anything?

The Defiance General Manager shares a light chuckle as he sits down looking up at the angered Zero, who doesn’t take a seat.

ROMEO PRICE: I know...I know a lot of things Mr. McHannon...Probably a bit more than I should, honestly.

Romeo shrugs his shoulders and sets down the glass on a coaster.

ROMEO PRICE: I did what I did because….

He laughs a little.

ROMEO PRICE: I told you I needed you focused Zero...You failed to comprehend that. How? Well that is beyond me at this point but I really can’t expect that much from a man as yourself. For that I am deeply sorry Mr. McHannon. I have extremely overestimated you…

Zero’s face bunches up as he is trying to understand what Romeo is saying. Still refusing to take a seat, he crosses his arms and takes a few steps into the office.

ZERO MCHANNON: Fucking failed to comprehend what?!? I was focused… I did what I had to do, and made sure I stuck the dagger right into Risky’s stomach. And there wasn’t any better feeling that watching that guy get his ass handed to him. You didn’t do that on your own, Romeo. In fact, you wouldn’t have got the job done on your own. Hell, you might’ve not even made it to your match at Darkness Falls if it weren’t for you having some back up.

He thinks that’s what Romeo is talking about, but still isn’t sure as he carries on.

ZERO MCHANNON: You’re a dick. You know that? You had the chance in the palm of your hands to do something RIGHT for a change, and even you fucked that up. You had the chance to show people that you’re better than what people give you credit for. The chance to move on with our lives and show the force we could be if we teamed up to focus on something… but that’s not good enough for you.

Zero’s eyes fall down to the floor, trying to put it all together, but can’t seem to get a grasp on it.

ZERO MCHANNON: You obviously wanted my attention sooooooo bad. Well, here I am.

Romeo laughs and rolls his eyes as he listens to Zero talk. He looks up to see if Zero was serious and he was which made Romeo laugh even harder.

ROMEO PRICE: Are you kidding me right now McHannon?

He stands up with a smirk etched across his face.

ROMEO PRICE: Zero….I’ve always had your attention…

He says while shaking his head a bit followed by a light chuckle.

ROMEO PRICE: You were never in control of this situation. I was...I led you here. Do you remember that? You came back because I wanted you to come back. And do you know why? It’s because I let you drift away for much too long and I couldn’t just let you drift off into a ditch without….

Romeo stops himself again and shakes his head. He lifts up his glass he takes a swig.

ROMEO PRICE: Granted I did have your help in that war with Bridges...I thank you for that Mr. McHannon. I appreciated it...But it wasn’t just my war now was it? It was our war...Me. You. Sands. Our war...The war we won to protect this company….You’re right, I couldn’t of done it without you...I know that Zero...But...Don’t think for a second that what I did at Darkness Falls was just to get your attention because we…

He slams the glass down on the coaster not caring if it shattered or the Scotch splashed onto him or the desk.

ROMEO PRICE: ...Both know I have always had your fucking attention. I’m always in there McHannon...In your mind. I’ve been there...I’ve always been there. I have always had your attention...Even if you never realized it.

McHannon stares at Romeo behind his desk, a look of disgust forming across his face as he slowly shakes his head at the Defiance General Manager.

ZERO MCHANNON: I could’ve walked away and kept walking… maybe you should realize that, Price.

He starts to grit his teeth, face growing red from anger.

ZERO MCHANNON: At least I won’t make the same mistake again, I can guarantee you that. You want to be so damn lonely all the time? You want to make sure no one ever decides to team up with you again? Be. My. Fucking. Guest. This is the part where I show you that I’m the bigger man… the bigger person. If having the upper hand on me is what you truly wanted, you can can have the damn upper hand. I’m done with you.

McHannon turns away and puts a hand on the door handle.

ZERO MCHANNON: Get in my way again… and I’ll destroy you. That’s a promise, Romeo. There’s still a chance to walk away from this clusterfuck. I suggest you take it.

He opens the door and steps through the frame, leaving Romeo behind his desk in the empty office. Before Zero leaves, there seems to be a small grin that crosses his face as he pokes his head back into the room.

ZERO MCHANNON: And remember who your boss is now, Romeo… Remember who makes the calls on the Defiance brand, because it isn’t you anymore. Signing the World Championship match tonight is just a damn taste of the power I have around here. Know your place. That place is out of my face.

Romeo sits back down in his chair and smiles.

ROMEO PRICE: That’s just fine Mr. McHannon. I don’t mind sharing the reigns with you...Besides we make a good team don’t we after all?

Romeo lifts up the glass that was still in tact with his scotch. He starts to take a sip but before he does he looks up to Zero with a smirk.

ROMEO PRICE: Just one thing...Say hello to Claire for me...Will you….”Boss”?...

McHannon bites the inside of his mouth as he looks away, almost pretending to not have heard that last comment from Romeo, and slowly shuts the door behind him. The camera cuts back to Romeo after Zero leaves, where he cross his hands and looks in the direction towards the door, not able to hold back the faint smile that crosses his face. Romeo looks pleased with himself as the screen fades away to black.

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The scene fades backstage inside of the reigning World Tag Team Champions’ Reaper Rain locker room. RIP President Lance Winters is seen holding a VHS tape and waves it in the air.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU THINK I’m lying? YOU think I’m KIDDING WITH you, Xavier?! Well wait till you SEE this bub!

Lance pops the tape in and waits for the video to start. Nothing but blackness is on the screen and it frustrates the Prez. He slaps the side of the TV.

LANCE WINTERS: Why isn’t this DAMN THING working?

Xavier buries his face in the palm of his hand, dragging it down slowly as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He’d been forced to watch this tape so many times since the match with Jimmy Page, and The Prez looked as if he was gonna force him to sit through it again.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Lance, please. You’ve had me rewatch your match with Page every chance you got since it happened to the point where I can count every punch you two threw. I don’t see anything there.

XAD looked up at Winters pleadingly, almost comically considering the size difference between the Tag Champions.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Can we just let… whatever it was that happened out there go? Please? Just this once?

Lance shakes his head.

LANCE WINTERS: NO! This SON OF A BITCH is real! HE SNUCK up on me and got a cheap shot on me.

Winters groans looks around the TV to see what’s going on and notices the power is off.

LANCE WINTERS: NO WONDER. Damn thing isn’t turned on.

He presses the power button and on the screen is the moment Lance has been going on about. The Prez is shown throwing a punch in the air and flopping backwards as if he got hit.

LANCE WINTERS: THERE?!

Lance points to the screen and hops up and down.

LANCE WINTERS: DID you see that? SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH!

Sighing, Daniels leaned in close to the screen and watched carefully as the next few moments of the match played out.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: No, I just see my partner swatting at air while Jimmy Page is sitting in the corner… then you fell down and he pinned you. Like I’ve seen every time you show me this clip.

He turns to glance up at Lance quizzically.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...You didn’t just throw the match because you thought it’d be funny, did you? Because I wanna keep these titles for as long as I can…

As he was saying this, XAD absently clutched his Tag Title towards his chest, looking up at Winters in suspicion. Lance’s eyes grow big.

LANCE WINTERS: WHAT?! I have never THROUGH a damn fight in MY LIFE. NO! I got completely screwed. THAT SON OF A BITCH PAGE CHEATED….We had a date.

Lance looks away and takes a deep breath.

LANCE WINTERS: ALL I’M SAYING is watch out when you’re out there tonight. That INVISIBLE son of a GHOST might be out there with Jimmy again. I NEED YOU TO believe me. Just..

He looks back at the screen again and points to it.

LANCE WINTERS: Just look at the screen. He’s standing right FUCKING there! Christ DO I NEED to go get YOU some more fucking PILLS so YOU CAN believe me?!

XAD stared up at him, then back down at the screen blankly, before he slowly nodded. The pot shot at his unraveling addictions aside, the sooner he said yes, the sooner Lance would change subject.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Maybe I do… but I seriously do not see anything there, Lance. Just you, Page, and the referee. Nothing more.

Looking at Page on the Television screen, XAD looked away uncomfortably as the camera gave a close in on his face.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: But if it gets you to make sure he doesn’t try to pull anything, then I’ll try to be on the look out for, uh…

He gestures towards the TV Screen.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Whoever it was that laid you out in the ring.

Lance grunts and shake his head. He brushes past Xavier and picks up his championship belt.

LANCE WINTERS: FINE. Don’t believe me. I need a fucking SMOKE.

Winters heads for the door and stops. He looks over his shoulder to Xavier and lets out a sigh. He then reaches inside his cut pocket and takes out a orange medicine bottle full of oxycontin. He looks down at the bottle and grips it for a minute before he sets it down on a chair next to the door.

LANCE WINTERS: Shelton said you asked for these...Wasn’t gonna give them TO YOU. But..Maybe you do need them. Good luck out there, partner.

The Prez walks out of the locker room shaking his head. XAD looks up at Lance as he exits, then his eyes dart down to the bottle sitting next to the chair. Biting his lip, he closes his eyes as he tries to avoid looking at the bottle.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You don’t need it… you don’t need it… you’re still in court proceedings and just won tag titles… you don’t need…

His words died in his throat as he looked down at the heavily braced knee that his Tag Title brushed against, the knee that has been all but destroyed since the start of his career. Daniels was dead silent for a brief moment, just staring down at the brace, before looking back up at the bottle.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Don’t need it… Don’t need it…

As Daniels was chanting, he slowly walked over towards the chair, picking the bottle up into his hand.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Don’t want it… but I need it…

XAD gave a sigh, and the camera slowly began to fade as he went to open up the bottle he clutched in his hand.

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The guitar-electronica mix of "Feed The Machine" by RED begin to jar the audience's ears, and Ryan Corey, replete in his trademark long white trenchcoat, begins to walk to the ring as the lyrics kick in.

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

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


Corey reaches the ringside area as the small interlude between verse and chorus happens, and just as the chorus kicks in, he hops from the floor to the ring apron, and then from the apron into the ring, slingshotting himself over the top rope.

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


As the rest of the chorus rings out, the music begins to fade, and Corey takes off the trench, handing it through the ropes to a ringside attendant. As the music dies, he steps center-ring, and while looking at his opponents, slowly draws a thumb across his throat, making sure he looks his opponent directly in the eyes while doing it.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first standing six feet tall....weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds.....originally from Whiting, Iowa and now fighting out of Camp Nightfall in Moberly, Missouri....this is...NIGHTBRINGER...RYAN...COREY!!!!!

The spoken intro of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom seeps from the PA system as the Arena goes completely black. The rapidfire drumming of the song and the intro riff hits the arena like a ten ton hammer and as the growling vocals by Alexi Laiho begin, some fog begins to form on the entranceway.

“I'm an outcast on the path of rebound
Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn
I have chosen darkness to be my guide
War is in my heart, death is by my side

Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself “


Slowly, a figure can be seen walking into the fog, spreading its hands into a crucifix pose as a bright light backlits it.

"I have chosen night to be my guide
When the daylight strikes, I hide in my trench and die
I'm the cold-blooded killer who'll fuck you up!

Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself

I'm the warheart, I'm dying to win the battle I live everyday
One for all and all for me I'm an animal better set me free”


The shadow pulls its hands back, crossing em on its chest, causing a large pyro, which evaporates the fog, revealing The Supreme Machine standing there, his head held down and hands crossed across his chest. As the lights begin to slowly return, SuMa glares around from beneath his hair, and begins to slowly walk towards the ring. As he reaches the ring, he slowly slides in from through the ropes, gets up in the middle of the ring and whips his head up in a rapid motion, revealing his masked face.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent... from the Boiler Room... weighing in at 315 pounds... He is the Destruction Personified... he is... SUPREMEEEE... MAAAACHINEEEE!"

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DING! DING! DING!

The referee motions for the bell as the match begins. As the match begins both men make their way to the middle of the ring for a tie up.Supreme Machine easily tosses Ryan to the ground from the tie up position. Ryan however immediately springs to his feet and delivers a jumping forearm smash to the face of Machine. The big man staggers backwards as Ryan Corey continues the assault hitting multiple European uppercuts that back the big man into the corner. Ryan hits a front dropkick causing Supreme to lean back into the corner.

BRIAN MASON: Ryan Corey has come out like a house of fire early on.

JERMAINE MARKS: Ryan knows that he has to get an early advantage and that’s exactly what he’s done here.

RANDY THE PILOT: Blah blah blah, Supreme ain't in any danger.

As Supreme is backed in the corner the Nightbringer unloads with machine gun chops. As the referee backs Corey off for a rope break Supreme catches his breath and comes out of the corner nailing Ryan with a huge running clothesline turning Ryan inside out. Ryan looks dazed as he lifts his head up. Ryan slowly starts to get to his feet as Supreme shakes off the early effects of Ryan’s offense. Supreme waits for Ryan to spin and as he does he lifts him up on his shoulder and drops him with a powerslam and then a cover.

One!






T-Quick kickout!


BRIAN MASON: That’s not nearly enough to take Ryan out!

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah it seems as though Supreme ain't paid by the hour.

RANDY THE PILOT: Clearly, but apparently Ryan Corey ain't done yet.

Supreme locks in a chin lock on Ryan trying to wear down the much smaller man. Taking his advantages of speed and mobility away. Corey struggles to catch his breath as the big man torques on the move.Ryan slowly begins to make his way up to one knee. Then to a vertical stance, delivering a couple of elbows to the midsection he causes the monster to loosen his grip. As he does Ryan lifts him off his feet and delivers a back suplex to the big man. In what was an amazing feat for the much smaller man.

BRIAN MASON: Ryan with an amazing suplex to Supreme!

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, but you have to know that it took a lot out of him.

RANDY THE PILOT: Can he take advantage is the real question here, tho.

Ryan gets to his feet first as Supreme makes his way to one knee Ryan immediately takes advantage closing the distance and slamming into Supreme with a huge elbow strike to the side of the head forcing the big man onto his back again. He follows up by hitting a couple more elbows to his downed opponent and going for a cover.

One!





Two!





BREAK!


Supreme powers out pressing Ryan off who springs to his feet, only to deliver a few kicks to the back and head of his opponent. Supreme absorbs the shots and slowly gets to his feet, As Ryan goes for another big shot Supreme moves to the side only for Ryan’s momentum to carry him into the ropes Supreme spins in a hurry as Ryan runs into Throttle and Mask (black hole slam) straight into a cover.

One!





Two!









Thr-NO!


Ryan rolls his shoulder off the mat as the refs hand was coming down for the three count.

BRIAN MASON: What a counter by Supreme! I thought for sure he had Ryan!

JERMAINE MARKS: Crazy sequence there, as Ryan looked to be closin' in on a victory but the power of Supreme gives the big man the advantage again.

Supreme grabs ahold of Ryan’s hair lifting him to his feet as he rises up. Grabbing Ryan by the throat Supreme takes a few kicks to the legs from the Nightbringer, but the big man doesn’t release his grip, he actually tightens it squeezing Ryan’s throat causing him to fall to his knee. Supreme lifts Ryan up for a chokeslam but transitions it into a backbreaker hitting the Bouff Breaker.Not letting go Supreme forces Ryan between his legs and lifts him into a powerbomb position, then drops him down with a sitout powerbomb into a pin.

One!







Two!







Thre-KICKOUT!


Again Ryan rolls his shoulder off the canvas as the refs hand just barely comes into contact with the canvas. But the ref motions that Ryan got his shoulder up first.

BRIAN MASON: That was so close. I’m almost sure Supreme got him.

JERMAINE MARKS: I’m not sure but it was about as close as it gets.

RANDY THE PILOT: Supreme has to keep his focus here.

Supreme shakes his head but gets up and grabs Ryan by the hair, and places his between his legs once more. This time Ryan drops to his knees. Supreme reaches down and gets Ryan into a double underhook position. Powering Ryan up off his knees Supreme lifts him into the air, dropping him onto his head with an Asylum Driver.

BRIAN MASON: Oh my God, that was vicious.

JERMAINE MARKS: That may very well have done it.Supreme gets to his feet once more and begins to drag Ryan towards the corner. as he gets him to the near corner he steps up on the first rope.

RANDY THE PILOT: Apparently Supreme isn’t done with Ryan yet.

As Supreme gets to the second rope he springs downward into a reverse splash and into a cover.

BRIAN MASON: Deus Ex Machinae that’s got to do it.

One!

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah Ryan is completely motionless here.





Two!









THREEEEEEE!


WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via pinfall, Supreme Machine!

RANDY THE PILOT: How impressive has Supreme been since his debut? Just absolutely dominate.

As the ref signals for the bell Supreme gets to his feet glaring out at the audience, Ryan Corey rolling over to his stomach after hearing the bells go off for the end of the match. The referee tries to raise Supreme Machine's hand, but he pulls away from the man before walking over to one of the ropes and stepping through it without a care in the world.

He starts walking up the ramp to take one last look over his shoulder at his fallen opponent, then turning around and making his way backstage without a second glance as the screen fades away to the HKW Defiance logo.

Winner via pinfall: Supreme Machine (7:34)
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Cameras are fixated on the center of the ring for a moment. There was red padding on the canvas. A nice leather couch, a table with big packets of Sour Patch Kids on top of it. In addition to multiple other wrapped presents. AND a jumbo chocolate cake that deliciously sat in the center of the table. Bunches of balloons were tied to each of the four turnbuckles. Last but not least the ring aprons themselves didn’t have the red “DEFIANCE” logo written on any of the four sides.

Instead - FELICITY BANKS was written on all four ring aprons. While the fans were left to wonder what all of this REALLY was the music hit the P.A. system..

"See me in the club...
Wavin' Strobe Lights!"


BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!


As the fans erupt into a chorus of boos a beautiful yellow colored Hummer is seen driving into the Oncenter War Memorial Arena on the side of the entrance way.

WHISPER VIPERI: Please welcome to Syracuse….now residing in Boca Raton, Florida she is the current HKW No Limits Champion…..Captain! FRAAAAAAAAAAN!!

Boos grew even louder after the introduction. A muscular man wearing a blonde wig of back length hair and a black suit exits the driver's seat then walks to the back - opening the door to allow Fran to get out of her Hummer. She wore a “FACTS ONLY” long-sleeved belly shirt with black leggings. Fran raised her No Limits Championship up high to the people. The muscular guy closed the door but stayed next to the Hummer - Fran began to strut her way down to the ring. She grabbed a microphone then slid right in.

FRANCESCA: YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL probably been wantin’ some typa explanation for all the shit that’s been goin’ down in these SKREETZ between me n’ Fel Fel, right? Ain’t I right? Niggas been tweetin’. Callin’. Twitterin' wonderin' why this been happenin'. Postin' up HELLA questions I ain't GOTTA answer. Yawl been gettin’ Captain banned from ha OWN FUCKIN’ home state by signin' that whack ass petition Fel made the damn Governor Chris Christie put out to the damn public.

As Fran spoke the crowd chanted “JERRRRSEY! JERRRRRRRSEY!”

FRANCESCA: Go on right ahead yawl BUMS, talk bout this like it’s funny. Ain’t noBODY givin’ a shit bout Syracuse anyway. Bruh if this - New fuckin’ York - was the last state on Earth or I done got banned from everywhere else I'M FINNA take my chances in some lesser country off the coast of.....it don't matter. Anywhere BUT NEW YORK YAWL. I ain't even here for yawl though. JESAS got TOP tier shit to be talkin' about right now.

She waved the audience off.

FRANCESCA: Yawl already know tonight YA GWORRRRRRL NO LIMITS is finna throw Fel Fel a party none of these other people who ain't gettin' on no HKW posters woulda EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA been able to throw. So how bout we get this jawn started? FEL FEL! FEL FELLLLLLLLLL. GET ON on down here yawl I done got it all set up!

BRIAN MASON: She’s not serious right now, is she?

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, I have no idea.

The crowd turns their attention to the top of the ramp and start up a “Fel! Fel” chant until “Courtesy Call” by Thousand Foot Krutch fills the arena speakers. The crowd comes unglued as Felicity Banks steps out onto the top of the stage dressed in her wrestling gear, and a FelonyX III promotional sweatshirt on top. Felicity never takes her eyes off of Fran as she steps down the entrance ramp, clenching her fists with every step she takes.

JERMAINE MARKS: It don’t look like Fel’s coming out here to party, fam.

RANDY THE PILOT: More cake for me!

Felicity gets to ringside and takes a quick gander at the decorations inside the ring and at ringside. She runs her hand across the “Felicity” apron banners and then walks up the steps, stepping towards the middle of the apron before she turns around and throws her arms out to her sides to hear the huge ovation from the crowd.

RANDY THE PILOT: Must be a lot of Jersey folks here tonight.

BRIAN MASON: I think she just has a lot of fans no matter where we go, Randy.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, that probably it.

Felicity cautiously enters the ring, doing her best to not charge across the ring and spear Fran down. Fel pulls the sleeves from her sweatshirt up to her elbows and leans back in one of the ring corners as “Courtesy Call” begins to die down.

FRANCESCA: AYE, FEL FEL! I know it done been awhile since we seen each other.

Fran yells out into the microphone. Holding her free arm out in hug position as if she and Felicity had no problems whatsoever.

FRANCESCA: Welcome to ya party yawwwl. Make yoself right at home. Hol’ up we kickin’ this jawn off I done you some shit I KNOW you ain’t finna be alble to resist. These yawl favorites. A Strain season one gift box, bruh I know you melting on the inside right now. For the longest time The Strain been one of them shows you been ravin’ about. Ain’t I good to ya?! This shit is GASOLINE and a LIGHTER bruh. FIRE.

Moving the table closer to Felicity - Captain HKW fixed the DVD gift box upright so Fel could see it. The No Limits Champion lifted up the packages of Sour Patch….??? Well if you took a closer look they didn’t appear to be children.

FRANCESCA: Yawl prolly thought these were Sour Patch Kids right? Nahhhhh, I got Fel Fel LIMITED edition, specially made...Sour Patch PROSTITUTES yawl YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS JESSSSSSAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CHRIST ON A STICK! THEY WORKIN’ THE SOUR PATCH CORNER FOR FEL FEL YAWL. I am deadass. This ain’t a joke. Look at the skirts on em.

Fran placed the Sour Patch Prostitutes beside the Strain gift box. Cameras then shifted over to the giant chocolate cake. It was a beautiful sight indeed. It even had Felicity’s name written with vanilla icing.

FRANCESCA: C’MON, bruh. Y’know this one good. Double chocolate triple decker cake. We know all these fuckin’ fat Alberts in the crowd want what you have Fel Fel, but they CAN’T get that jawn or they finnnaaaaa die from Diabetes quicker than they already are. That’s always the story ain’t it? Somebody want what you got all the time. Just like these Midcarders thought they could have MY NO LIMITS STRAP. Niggas worldwide want YAWL status. FACE of HKW, Felicity Banks. MOST STRAPS HELD in HKW. WERRRRRRRLD STRAP. TAG TWO EX. RUMBLE TO DESTINY, Felicity Banks. FIVESTAR, Felicity Banks.

JESAS pushed the cake closer to the rest of the offerings.

FRANCESCA: Bruh, Fel Fel. I even named my pet GOAT after yawl. When none of my family members went to my graduation yawl was there with Star. Yawl the ones who pitched together to BUY my cap n’ gown cause my whack ass real mama was busy doing some lesser shit. Basically where I’m gettin’ at is all we had is a lil falling out cause you know I got a lot of issues up here.

Fran pointed at her temple.

FRANCESCA: Sometimes on the road I ain’t got time to take all my meds. These people think we in some typa blood war now but let’s show em all we still fam aight? Bring her in for a hug yawl! After this we could get that Jersey ban lifted off JESAS.

The Captain placed her No Limits Championship down on the table. Then extended her arms out for Felicity to come in for a hug. Felicity just looks at Fran for a moment before shaking her head and turning her back on Fran. With the former World Champion’s back turned a sinister grin forms on the face of the No Limits Champion. Fran rushes Felicity from behind and nails her in the back with a Double Axe Handle! The audience began to rain boos down to the ring once again.

BRIAN MASON: This was all another goddamn setup!

RANDY THE PILOT: And Fel fell for it...again.

Fran then screamed out “I’M THE FUCKIN’ NO LIMITS CHAMPION! I’M JESAS. THE NEW HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE OF DEFIANCE. I’M MEXICAN. I FOUGHT ALL MY DAMN LIFE YAWL!” The champion tried to hit a second Double Axe Handle but Felicity struck Fran right in the face with an elbow strike to the nose! Fran stumbled back holding her nose. Fel got back to her feet then grabbed the No Limits Champion then slammed her face first right onto the triple decker chocolate cake!

RANDY THE PILOT: NOT THE CAKE!

Fran fell down to her knees yelling out “ASSAULT YAWL! ASSAULT!” Her face (and a portion of her hair) was now covered in a mask of dark chocolate. As the audience began to blow the roof off the place with cheers! Felicity was finally getting a measure of revenge! Fran tried to crawl out of the ring but Felicity pulled Fran back to the center of it! Causing the cheers to grow louder.

FELICITY BANKS: Do you have ANY idea who you’re fucking with?!

The Rumble 2 Destiny elimination record holder ran the ropes then struck Fran right in the face with OFF WITH YOUR HEAD to wrap it up! Cameras cut to the knocked out (chocolate covered) Fran’s face - her eyes were pointed upwards towards the ceiling. Felicity looked down at Fran and grabbed the microphone that was laying in the right hand of the lifeless Francesca.

FELICITY BANKS: You wanna know something strange, Franny? I didn’t come here for this little appreciation night shindig to kick your ass. I didn’t come out here to get some revenge or do something to you to prevent you from coming out and costing me my World title match later tonight.

Felicity squatted herself down, now petting Fran’s head as if she were a sad puppy dog.

FELICITY BANKS: I came out here to see if the Fran I knew was still somewhere trapped inside of you. I came out here to see if there was a possibility of us forgetting about everything that’s happened over the last few weeks and going back to how things were. But then when I got out here and took one hard look at you…

She pulled her hand up and licked the chocolate icing from her fingers.

FELICITY BANKS: ...and I realized that you were crazier now than you’ve ever been before! And you know what? I know that deep down this is all my fault. I’m the one who created the monster that you’ve become….

Felicity made sure to position her head right over Fran’s face so she could look into her eyes. If that wasn’t enough, Felicity grabbed a chunk of Fran’s hair and pulled her head up, the two former friends now face to face.

FELICITY BANKS: … and since I’m the one who created it - I’ll be the one who kills it.

The former World Champion let go of Fran’s hair, stood upright, and pulled the cake from the table down onto Fran!

RANDY THE PILOT: I WANTED TO EAT THAT!!

Felicity reached down and grabbed another handful of cake as “Courtesy Call” filled the arena speakers. Felicity dropped the microphone next to Fran’s cake covered body and exitted the ring. She took a bite out of the piece of cake in her hand and then looked back at the ring as Fran slowly started to pull herself up, livid that she was covered in cake. Fran began to scream as Felicity shrugged her shoulders, then told the fans in the front row that tonight she would be a two time HKW World Champion.

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The scene opens with Ashley Sullivan sitting alone on a folding chair in front of a dark purple backdrop. Crossing one of her legs over the other, she adjusts the familiar red stained title belt of the HKW Bloodlust Championship as she holds it close to her chest and draped over her shoulder.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: The HKW Bloodlust title. You know, I've held title belts before but this one is extra special for me. The first reason should be pretty damn obvious. This is my first singles title. Every other title before this beauty has been a tag team title that I've had with one partner or another. Now don't get me wrong, I have no problem in sharing the spotlight. I'm still close with my former partners Fel and Colt. It was just time for to move on and do something else with our careers... in both cases. The fact that it's my first singles title is a milestone for me. It's my way of getting up on the highest soapbox and screaming out for everyone else to hear... "I DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE'S HELP!"

Ashley clears her throat with a slight cough to regain her voice after the brief sudden outburst of a scream.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Oops, yeah. See, that's what this title does to me. It gets me all passionate, ready and revving my little engine. But like I was saying, Darkness Falls was a statement night for me. I went out there and shut up the most annoying, whiny bitch in HKW after he put me through hell. And then I went out there the very next match and shocked pretty much everyone else that was watching. I seized the opportunity that I knew was coming. I knew Purge Season was coming when I was working on coming back to HKW after being away for a year and knew it would be my chance to do what I had wanted to do for so long. I watched from afar at what was being done with the Bloodlust title and the very "meh" reaction it was starting to get and IT MADE ME FUCKING SICK! Were things in such a pathetic state that Nina had to bring in people from the outside like Laurel Anne Hardy to defend it against at Dream On? I was just making my return then so hey, what about me? But then again, I was still just the new girl. I was "Colt's girl." I was "Fel's friend." Why would anyone give two shits about me coming back? Oh how easily people forgot how me and Fel ruled this place's tag team division as Descent. But then again, that was all Fel right and I was just hanging around while she did all the work? Being in the shadow of someone like Felicity Banks is a damn dark place to be in. So at Darkness Falls, I wrote my name in gas and set that shit on fire. I made my own light and everyone would be forced to finally take notice of what I was doing away from everyone else that I'd been associated with. I wasn't going to wait for opportunity to knock when I could swing open the door and drag it kicking and screaming inside. The Purge and Darkness Falls was my show of finally stepping out and showing the world just what I can on my own.

Ashley looks back at the chair that she has been sitting on, a smirk coming across her face. She gets up and spins the chair around with its back facing towards the camera, the graphic airbrush design grabbing attention as Ashley sat on the backwards facing chair.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: The second reason for why the Bloodlust title is so special to me is why it caught my attention in the first place. This title represents people that have something of an unorthodox kind of style if you catch my drift. You're not going to see a lot wristlocks and sleeper holds in a match where this bad boy gets defended. And that kind of style fits me like a god damn glove. When people come to a show where I'm booked, they know they're going to see something special. It's what I do. I know if I was paying for a show I'd want to see something extraordinary so I'm just giving the people their money's worth. That's just the short term picture though. What I do in the ring may not reflect it that much but I'm thinking in the long term too. When people look back on my career and all of the accomplishments, you know what they'll say about me. "Ashley Sullivan. Yeah she didn't have the body for wrestling really but she didn't let that stop her from going after what she wanted. She did it her way and people ate it all up like it was an Italian ice on a hot summer's day. She proved that no matter who you are, you can go at it with the best of them even when going against the grain of things."

Ashley looks away for a moment as her blue eyes go down in thought before returning to the camera.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Going against the grain. It's what I've always done since day one that I stepped into a ring to get ready for HKW's first ever show. I was trained by family, my cousin the now Erin Jones and her now husband Zack. Erin's had a decent career for herself but there's something she's still chasing after. That one thing that's always eluded her. I've been doing the same thing for the two years that I've been working on this. It's nothing as simple as hers in terms of titles or anything else physical. It's more abstract than that. I want to take what she's done and OUTDO her. I was to run along beside her in a race and run laps around her. I'm not going to be satisfied with just meeting what she's done in this business. Oh no, I plan on EXCEEDING her and then some.

Ashley smirks at the camera and pushes a bit of hair away from her face as she looks with knowing expression on her face.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That's the difference between us, Nikki. While your chasing after stepping up to your sister's level, I'm working on going way beyond my family's shadow. You seem to be pretty content with being in the shadows though... physical and figurative. I know what you're doing and the little game you're playing. It's classic high school bullshit, Nikki. You've got this dark demon chick thing going on even though you're not fooling anyone so I don't know what you even bother. You think carrying around that toothpick from a table scares me into thinking you're going to get all stabby stabby? Not one bit. You're a god damn cliche. For all your efforts to stand out with the crazy shit, all you're doing is blending in with the rest of the noise from everyone else in this business. Jesus Christ, do something original for once in your life!

Shaking her head, Ashley takes the Bloodlust title belt with both hand as she holds it over the back of the chair.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: And that's why you won't be taking this home with you tonight. It won't let you. It knows it deserves better than to be held but someone still trying to figure out who they are as they hide in the shadows of darkness and their family. This title needs someone that'll let it shine under the brightest lights of all and, let's face it, that's just not you. I'll give you credit when you deserve it. At least you got through that Reaper scum to get this shot but that's as far as your run will go. Honestly, beating up on a Reaper is like pushing a retarded kid in a wheelchair down some stairs. It's not really that much of an accomplishment. You're toeing at the line between shadow and light and I know you just don't have what it takes to finally step out. Me? I've proven that I not only thrive in the light but I fucking shine in it. When it's all said and done, my reign as the Bloodlust champion is going to be looked back on as one of the best title reigns HKW's ever seen. I won this baby through the Purge but won't need some stupid gimmick like that to see to it that it takes it's rightful place as one of this business' type prizes.

Ashley throws the Bloodlust title belt back over her shoulder as she stands up and folds the chair up. She holds it with her free hand as she looks into the camera.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Get ready for the closest you'll ever get to the spotlight, Nikki. Because after tonight, it's back to playing patty cake with Reapers for you.

The scene fades out as Ashley walks off camera with chair in hand.

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

BRIAN MASON: This was supposed to be a fatal four way, but both Colton Sterling and Luke Wisia ended up getting thrown out of the arena tonight due to the fact that they began yet another brawl.

JERMAINE MARKS: Those two probably started duking it out again after they got kicked out.

RANDY THE PILOT: They gonna be back in Kentucky by tomorrow morning, watch.

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

BRIAN MASON: Jimmy Page is one crazy bastard.

JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga the Sideshow Bob of HKW.

RANDY THE PILOT: ...Bruuuuuuuuuh

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


WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, he is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions....XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand.

BRIAN MASON: Xavier Asher Daniels finally captured gold at Darkness Falls.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, with some nine inch heels too.

RANDY THE PILOT: Why he look like a bottle of cough syrup though?

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DING! DING! DING!


Page and Daniels slowly circle around the ring before XAD goes for a standard match starter, a lockup. But Page has other plans in mind as he catches XAD with a knee to the gut, followed by a clubbing blow to the back. This knocks XAD down to all fours. but Page isn't done there.

No, the former FGA World champion quickly grabs XAD by the hair and gets him up to both feet. He proceeds to hook his head and plant him with a snap suplex! Page then gets to his feet and looks down at Daniels in disgust before he hits a knee drop to the face of the World Tag Team champion. Jimmy then gets on top of Xavier and begins drilling him in the face repeatedly, the ref eventually pulling him off and shouting a warning at him.

BRIAN MASON: Jimmy Page is out to hurt Xavier Asher Daniels!

JERMAINE MARKS: That's Jimmy's wrestling style though.

RANDY THE PILOT: Right. He's always out for blood. Crazy ass mothafucka.

Jimmy quickly brushed past the ref and charged towards Xavier, who was on all fours before kicking him right in the ribs to boos from the Syracuse audience. Page then grabbed Daniels by the hair and got him up to both feet before grabbing him and hitting an exploder suplex! Page then went for the cover, driving his forearm into Daniels' jaw.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Page gets to his feet again, somehow looking frustrated already. He then gets Daniels up to both feet before he Irish whips him into the nearest corner. Page then runs forward and connects with a stinger splash forearm smash! Xavier lays in the corner, seemingly out cold, before he's pulled out of the corner. Page then hooks his head and drops him with a snap DDT before he goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Page is all over Daniels right now!

JERMAINE MARKS: He about to beat that perm off of this man, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, you right. XAD not looking too great at the moment.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jimmy Page begins slapping the mat in frustration again before he gets to his feet and starts shouting at the ref. The ref tells Page it was only a two count! Page continues arguing with the ref, not realizing that Daniels is slowly getting to his feet. Xavier, realizing his opportunity, quickly moves behind Jimmy before catching him with a backstabber from behind to a solid pop! XAD then goes for the cover as the ref drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, that wasn't even a two count!

Xavier rolls to his knees and looks at Jimmy in shock, the. over at the ref, who tells him it was a one count. Daniels then gets to his feet and starts walking over to Page...before stomping on his face! Page rolls over onto all fours after the foot comes down to squash his face. Xavier then stomps the back of Jimmy's head, forcing him to not only hold his face, but the back of his head too! Xavier then grabs him by his hair and gets him up to both feet before hooking his head and planting him with Automatic Driver, driving Page skull first into the mat! XAD then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Xavier Asher Daniels is now on a roll!

RANDY THE PILOT: This fruit loop about to give Jimmy his first singles loss?!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT

Realizing he's got the momentum on his side, Xavier gets to his feet and slowly exits the ring out onto the apron. Daniels then climbs the nearest corner before he gets to the top. Daniels then waits for Page to get to his feet and turn towards the corner he's at. XAD then leaps off, but Jimmy catches him in the powerbomb position! XAD's eyes widen...before he's driven back first into the turnbuckles in the corner! Daniels then stumbles forward before falling face first onto the mat. Page then turns him over and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Page, losing his patience with Daniels, slowly gets to his feet and starts motioning for Daniels to do the same. After shaking off the pain, Xavier gets to his knees, but is knocked down with the Trauma Symphony! Xavier is out cold as Jimmy, cackling, goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT KNEE STRIKE?

JERMAINE MARKS: He just kneed him to a different race!

RANDY THE PILOT: XAD is out, bruh.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-KICKOUT!

The audience pops loudly as XAD gets his arm up right before the three count! Jimmy, stunned, gets to his feet and quickly motions for Concussion! Xavier gets to his feet and turns around before Jimmy spins and looks to hit his rolling elbow maneuver....only for Xavier to duck it and roll him up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BRIAN MASON: He got him!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here's your winner....XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

Xavier slowly gets to his feet and raises his hands in the air. Jimmy on the other hand looks stunned...then pissed off as he gets to his feet. Just as Xavier turns around he is struck with Concussion!

BRIAN MASON: Oh come on!

Page then begins stomping away at Xavier, but quickly flees the ring when Lance Winters comes rushing down to the ring! Lance motions at Page to come back into the ring, but after flashing Lance a sickening smile, Page begins heading to the back and we fade out.

WINNER: Xavier Asher Daniels (9:29)
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We move backstage to where we find Jack Warren, already dressed in his ring gear and pacing back and forth in one small area. He looks down at his feet as he begins to speak.

JACK WARREN: I...was...SCREWED!

Warren, furious, looks right at the camera after screaming out that last word.

JACK WARREN: I should be standing here right now as your Rumble 2 Destiny winner. That skinny fuck Emilio Vialpando was fading and was about to be thrown out in just a matter of seconds. I know it, he knows it, and you fucks out there in attendance know. Jack Warren should be in the main event at Destiny because Jack Warren is the fucking man!

Warren continues pacing around, but his eyes are now fully locked ahead.

JACK WARREN: But noooooo. Shane Atwater had to come out there and screw me! He had to come out there and screw me for no reason whatsoever besides the fact that I am just simply better than him! He came out there to screw me because his aftershow ranting ass couldn’t keep his focus on his World title match and he lost.

Jack sighs.

JACK WARREN: You’d think after doing you that favor of testing your focus, you’d be thanking me. I exposed one of your big weaknesses and now you can work on them better. You should be thanking me, not screwing me over! You should fucking bow to me for showing you the light to becoming a better wrestler, like me, Jack Warren!

Jack shakes his head.

JACK WARREN: In fact, get a fucking notepad and take notes and see how a great wrestler wrestles. Watch and see how I break down three other fools and walk away with a well deserved victory under my belt. After all, who’s going to actually prove a threat here? Lance Winters?

Warren scoffs.

JACK WARREN: Lance Winters may have gold, but he’s still useless without someone having to hold his hand. Nobody’s scared of him anymore. He went from being HKW’s joker to HKW’s party clown. It’s pathetic watching you walk around here thinking that you’re actually someone to be scared of. All I see when I look at you is a painted face freak who knows how to make animal balloons. However, since we’re speaking of painted face freaks...

Jack stops and waves.

JACK WARREN: Hi, Kai. Jesus, what happened to you, man? A year ago, you were the scariest guy on the roster. Now? Now, you’re like a neutered little bitch. Your mind’s been focused on some cunt that you probably fucked in the past that ended up damn near killing your girl. We don’t watch you wrestle anymore. We just watch you play HKW’s version of Tom and Jerry. You should be thanking that bitch too. Ava looks like the type of chick that just lays there whenever you’re trying to fuck. And that’s creepy as hell. To keep it all short though, you aren’t a damn threat either. Haven’t been since BB took that contract from you because you don’t know how to read a fucking calendar and realize when a year is up. It’s no wonder people respect Syn a lot more. At least the pussy he gets doesn’t cloud his judgement.

Warren begins pacing again for a few seconds before he speaks up.

JACK WARREN: And then there’s Alessio van Duren. My fellow Lyle Risky guy, though I doubt he’s gonna be backing us up anymore. That’s not necessarily great news for me, but I’ll survive, because I’m really good at what I do. But you? Man, you BANKED on his support. He was the only reason you got any good matches. The only reason anyone cared about you. But, that’s your life story, ain’t it? You’ve always needed to cling on to someone for relevance since you’ve started. First it was your girl, Neon, who has just feel off the face of the earth after losing to Fran. After that it was Risky, who managed to get you a PPV match...only after I rejected to fight Zero, of course. Now, it’s...well, I’m sure you’ll find someone else to cling on to. I heard Colton Sterling likes breaking necks now. Maybe you can ask him to team up with you in exchange for carrying his bags anywhere. You’re a chump trying to act like a tough guy and I haven’t liked you for even a moment. Now that you and I ain’t under the banner? Well, I have no problem dropping you on your head and pinning you to get that W. Especially since you ain’t a damn threat either.

Jack claps his hands together.

JACK WARREN: Gentlemen, tonight you’re getting outsmarted, outclassed, and outwrestled, because you’re in the ring with the REAL Rumble 2 Destiny, THE Fucking Man of HKW, JACK “MY NAMES IS” WARREN!

Warren flips the bird before he walks off, a cocky smirk on his face.

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A very brave cameraman is seen wandering down the darker parts of the arena. Word has it Jimmy Page had been there, talking to himself. What a perfect opportunity to catch Page in his most...talkative moment. The cameraman walks slowly, trying his damnedest to not get caught. It comes up on Page, squatting down in a corner.

JIMMY PAGE: It's crazy, I know, I know, I know. Yeah I know what you mean....yeah. There's so much to do, and we've got such little time. Soon enough this place is gonna be infested, and then there won't be room for you and me, you know? That's why we're together, because we have....the same interests. You're easy to talk to, you've got some common sense.

Page chuckles softly, as he shifts his body to the right a bit.

JIMMY PAGE: I agree........yeah......yeah........well what are people gonna say about that? Right. You're right, what does it matter? Soon enough the trash here will be taken out.

Page pauses for a moment, a hand running through his hair.

JIMMY PAGE: We'll figure it out, just wait and see. They won't know what hit'em. Huh? What's that? Yeah...I know he's there....

Page stands up slowly, and then begins to turn around. He tilts his head to the side as the cameraman ducks down and begins to make his escape. It turns around, seeing Page go back to his docile state. It was probably a good idea not to go back there; For his own sake.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a HARDCORE MATCH for the HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP!!

"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 boo the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, the challenger… From Chicago, Illinois… She is the Devil’s Favorite Reject… 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 bo, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent…

The arena lights dim ever so slightly and turn to a mix of pink and purple as "Crash" by Fit For Rivals begins playing. Ashley comes bursting out from behind the entrance with a skip to stand out on the stage, carrying the HKW Bloodlust Championship in her right hand.

WHISPER VIPERI: On her way to ring, from Red Bank, NJ and living in Philadelphia, PA... She is the current REIGNING and DEFENDING HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION… ASHLEEEEEEY SULLIVAN!!!

Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching ringside, Ashley leaps up to the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside and she sits on the top turnbuckle before jumping down into the ring.

BRIAN MASON: It’s time for our first title match of the night!

RANDY THE PILOT: Got a feeling we’re gonna see some blood, Mase.

JERMAINE MARKS: It’s Bloodlust, fam!

Ashley hands her title to referee Pinson, watching him as she holds it high in the air for Nicole to see, and for the Syracuse crowd to see. Pinson walks it over to the corner and hands it to the timekeeper before he walks back to the center of the ring and calls for the bell!

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


The opening bell sounds and Nicole Hamilton is right out of her corner and on top of Ashley Sullivan! Nicole takes the champion down with a thesz press and starts smashing the back of her head against the mat. Nicole then rolls off Ashley and immediately scatters up to her feet, dropping Ashley with a dropkick to the face as Ashley was pushing herself up to her feet.

Nicole charges forward and drops a quick leg drop on Ashley, then grabs a hold of her hair and brings her up to a vertical base. The challenger whips the champion into the ropes, but instead of bouncing off the ropes, Ashley drops down and slides out of the ring! She immediately reaches underneath the ring while Nicole screams at her to get back into the ring.

Ashley pulls out a chair out from underneath the ring as Nicole scatters toward the ropes. Nicole pokes her head out between the ropes…

RANDY THE PILOT: WATCH OUT, NICOLE!

Bam! Ashley smashes the chair off off the skull of Nicole Hamilton! The challengers falls right back to the mat, allowing Ashley to slide into the ring with the chair and make the quick cover…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Nicole breaks the count at two, Ashley reaching to the side to grab the chair. With the chair in hand, Ashley patiently waits for Nicole to rise to her feet.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Ashley wants to finish this match early.

JERMAINE MARKS: Smart idea with that Purge shit. Aye, Randy. Why don’t you go on into the ring and purge, fam.

RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, bruh. I ate some chili before that isn’t sitting right.

BRIAN MASON: Oh my god!!! So that’s what that smell is?!

Ashley taps the chair off the mat a few times as Nicole slowly rises up, turns around… BAM! Ashley swings the chair wildly, but Nicole gets out of the way causing Ashley to the ropes with the chair and having it ricochet back at her face! Ashley drops the chair and stumbles back right into a lungblower from Nicole Hamilton! Nicole quickly dives on top of Ashley and goes for the quick win herself…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Ashley gets the shoulder up right at two, but Nicole was right back on the attack. She mounts over Ashley and starts driving the point of her elbow repeatedly into the champions face. Nicole pushes herself up to her feet and grabs the chair brought into the ring by Ashley, only to drive right into Ashley’s midsection as she was standing up!

With Ashley down and gasping for air, Nicole slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring. She digs around a bit until she pulls out…

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh oh… Ain’t anything ever good in them black velvet bags.

A black bag filled with… who know. A sinister smirk forms on Nicole’s face as she slides back into the ring, and begins pouring the contents of the bag down onto the canvas.

BRIAN MASON: Are those… are those legos?!

JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh…

Hamilton let out a sinister smirk as she spread out the Legos across the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, legos aren’t supposed to be used like this. Nikki ruining my childhood as we speak bruh.

Spreading the legos all over was smart on Nicole’s part. She had it in her mind to make sure she wouldn’t be able to miss whatever she had planned for the Legos. She wanted to deliver maximum damage. But Ashley fought! She delivered a knee to Nicole’s stomach - trying to get out of the position she was in!

The Bloodlust Champion caught Nicole with a legsweep! Sending her back first to the canvas! Ash Sully then ran the ropes - bouncing her back off. She came and nailed Nicole right in the face with a baseball slide!

BRIAN MASON: Well we usually see baseball slides to the outside of the ring. But Ashley did one INSIDE. The boot connecting right to Nicole’s chomper guys!

Ashley went for the pin hooking both of the smaller challenger’s legs - stacking them up!

ONE!


TWO!


NICOLE KICKED OUT!


Ashley grabbed hold of Hamilton now. Sullivan looked to lift Nicole up for a scoop slam onto the legos but Hamilton landed behind Sullivan! Sliding down the back of the Bloodlust Champion. Nicole turned Ashley around!

The challenger grabbed hold of Sullivan’s head - shooting a boot to the stomach of Ashley causing the champion to bend forward in pain. Right next to the legos. With Sullivan bent forward she was in quite the vulnerable position (phrasing). Wrapping her arm around the back of the Bloodlust Champion’s neck - Nicole spun and drove the back of Ashley Sullivan’s head right into the legos!!! Nicole took quite a bit of damage herself but despite that - the evil smirk remained plastered on her face.

JERMAINE MARKS: BRUH!!

BRIAN MASON: THAT IS UN-CALLED-FOR BY NICOLE HAMILTON! MY GOODNESS! That REALLY has to hurt. Legos hurt your feet badly imagine what they can do to the back of the skull man!

Nicole placed an arm over the chest of Ashley Sullivan DEMANDING that the referee start the count...

ONE!


TWO!


NO!


Ashley got her shoulder out before the three count! Nicole pressed Ashley’s back down again…

ONE!


KICKOUT!


Sullivan kicked out of the pin a tad bit quicker. Nicole picked up a handful of legos and began rubbing them into Sullivan’s face while screaming “STAY DOWN!” Nicole rolled out of the ring. She brushed up the apron and eerily grinned as soon as she saw something she liked. Hamilton pulled a long black table from out under the ring. She slid it right into the ring. With Sullivan down Nicole was free to set up the table on it’s legs. She then grabbed Ashley placing her on top of said table.

JERMAINE MARKS: Ahhh shit. This bitch Nicole boutta go off with this table.

Nicole hammered down on Ashley’s face with right hands, but Ashley reached up and poked Nicole in the eyes! Nicole stumbled back into the corner allowing the champion to get up off the table and get into attack mode. Ashley charged forward and hit Nicole with a running yakuza corner kick, then pulled her out the corner. She drug Nicole toward the table and then laid her on top of it, hammering down with a couple of right hands of her own.

With Nicole immobilized, Ashley slid back outside the ring and reached underneath the apron to pull out.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ah shit, bruh! SHE DONE GOT A LADDER!

BRIAN MASON: A big ladder at that!

Ashley pulled out the fifteen foot ladder, much to the delight of crowd. She set it up outside of the ring, and began climbing up it, looking down at Nicole inside the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: The hell this girl doin’, slime? She gonna dive from outside the ring - inside?!

BRIAN MASON: Looks that way my admirable colleague.

JERMAIN MARKS: The fuck you just call me???

Ashley got up to the second to last rung, but that still wasn’t high enough for the Bloodlust Champion! She made her way to the tippy top, and held her arms out to her sides to keep her balance. Seeing that Nicole was still laying on the table and appeared to be out of it, Ashley took in a deep breath - and so did the crowd - before diving off the top off the ladder with a frog splash!

RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT!!!

CRASH!!!

Nicole moves out of the way, causing Ashley to take a fifteen drop from outside of the ring, back inside the ring and through a table!!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nicole looked over at the car wreck and immediately started pulling the pieces of broken table away from Sullivan. Nicole then turned Ashley on her back, dove on top of her and hooked both legs while the referee got into position to make the count!

ONE!


TWO!!


THRRRRRRRRRRRRRR



NO!!!


Ashley Sullivan just managed to her shoulder up, stunning Nicole Hamilton and much of the crowd. Nicole glared over at the referee and began screaming at him, but immediately stopped and crawled back over toward the Legos. She made sure to grab a red one before she turned and made her way back to the downed champion.

BRIAN MASON: I think all Nicole needs to do here is hit Ashley with one big move and it’s over.

RANDY THE PILOT: Word, but this is Ashley Sullivan we’re talking talking about, Mase. This girl went through hell with Luke Wisia, and then won that title later in the night.

JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, she a fighter and a half, slime. But no human body was made to take a fifteen foot fall off a ladder and through a table.

Nicole reached Ashley, pulled her head up by her hair, and began grinding the Lego off of Ashley’s forehead, drawing blood! Once Nicole saw the blood she began to laugh maniacally, screaming at Ashley “I’M GOING TO BE BLOODLUST CHAMPION!” but that’s when Ashley reached up, and hit Nicole with a throat thrust!

Ashley staggered back up to her feet, charged at Nicole, and took her down with a hellacious spear, followed by big right hands!

BRIAN MASON: A surge of adrenaline came over Ash just as she saw her blood and she began taking it to Nicole!

JERMAINE MARKS: That’s Bloodlust, fam.

Ashley picked herself up from the canvas and waited for Nicole to rise up to her feet. Once Nicole got up, Ashley pushed forward and nearly took Nicole’s head off with a hurricanrana with a pin!

ONE!


TWO!


THR--KICKOUT!


Nicole and Ashley were both worn out at this point. They had thrown absolutely everything they had at one another but it seemed as if neither could get the better of the other no matter what tricks they pulled out of their sleeves. They both got up! Nicole ran forward - Ashley took a swing but Nicole ducked!

Hamilton bounced off the ropes again then ran towards Ashley Sullivan! The Bloodlust Champion charged forward as well and BOTH competitors ramp right into one another with a DOUBLE CROSSBODY!

BRIAN MASON: Both Nicole Hamilton and the Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan just took each other out with that collision!

Ashley got to her feet first with Hamilton still down and weakly walked to the south-west turnbuckle of the ring. She then slid out and reached down (out of camera view). Once she lifted her head up she also raised an arm’s length of barbed wire up as well! The crowd began to rain in the cheers once again!

RANDY THE PILOT: She prolly don’t have good intentions with that bruh.

JERMAINE MARKS: Prolly? Dumb nigga.

Ashley got back into the ring. She ran up to Nicole and locked a Reverse Armbar onto the Devil’s Favorite Reject! Sullivan wrapped barbed wire around the arm of Nicole! For added torture! Ashley was going to a place she’s rarely been in her career. Nicole’s arm was getting cuts from the barbed wire - blood began to leak from the arm to the canvas!

JERMAINE MARKS: Yooooooo this is crazy son she added barbed wire to an armbar….

Nicole looked ready to tap out, but she continued to fight! But the fight began to die out as the blood continued dripping out of Nicole’s arm, getting her weaker and weaker.

RANDY THE PILOT: She’s about to pass out, bruh. We need the ref to stop this shit before Nicole need a blood transfusion.

The champion screamed for the the challenger to tap out, but Nicole held on! Finally, Nicole started to die out but then there was a stir in the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: What the… THAT’S LEIFI MAIVIA!!

Leifi Maivia his way out from the crowd, carrying a big glass bay window in his hand. He slid in the ring and made sure to stay behind Ashley before he bounced off the ropes, and came charging back at Ashley with a monstrous spear with the glass window in his arm!

RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY FUCK BRUH!

Glass shattered everywhere, even managing to cut Leifi up a bit, but the damage was done to both Nicole Hamilton and Ashley Sullivan. Leifi pulled a piece of glass out of his bicep before he crawled toward Ashley, and covered her.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yo, RIP PURGIN’ TONIGHT, FAM!!

The referee looked around at all the damage in the ring, more specifically the pale Nicole Hamilton and immediately slid into position to make the count.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!!


DING!! DING!! DING!!

Leifi immediately got out of the ring and ran over to the timekeeper, ripping the Bloodlust Championship out of his hands.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… AND NEEEEEEEEW HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION… LEIFI MAIVIA!!

Leifi leaped over the protective guardrail and held the title high in the air as he made his escape through the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: That’s highway robbery!

RANDY THE PILOT: Hella people are gonna be after that belt now.

JERMAINE MARKS: THAT’S THE PURGE, SLIME!

Medics began to rush down to the ring with equipment along with two stretchers for both Nicole Hamilton and the now FORMER HKW Bloodlust Champion - Ashley Sullivan. They swarmed inside the ring carefully placing both women onto both stretchers before carefully extracting them both from the ring.

WINNER and NEW HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION - LEIFI MAIVIA (10:14)
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An old Felicity Banks poster is seen hanging on the wall back when she was the World champion, and it was labeled “The Queen of HKW”.

????: It doesn’t seem that long ago that she held the title, or won it for that matter.

A feminine voice could be heard as a shadow began to consume the poster.

When the camera began to pan out, you could see Onyx, the current World champion leaning up beside the poster as she looked at it. Wearing her ring gear in purple and the title over her shoulder.

ONYX PAYNE: When Felicity was World champion, not only did she make it her own but, it seemed that everyone wanted to face her. Rather it was because they wanted to challenge themselves, be the one to take the title from her, or because they just wanted to face Felicity Banks. I know I wanted to face Felicity, because I knew it would be an honor to share a ring with not only my friend, but with a great wrestler.

Taking a deep breath, Onyx fixed her gaze to the golden title on her shoulder, as she put her left hand over it’s plate.

ONYX PAYNE: I never thought I would carry gold in HKW. My whole goal when I started wrestling was to do better than my last match, and if a title opportunity came my way I would take it. Now here I am. The HKW World champion, and I’m on the road to hit Felicity’s mark as the longest reigning.

She lets out a sigh.

ONYX PAYNE: But for me to have a chance at that, I have to get through Felicity here tonight.

Onyx looks directly into the camera, with serious expression on her face like it was game time.

ONYX PAYNE: I know first hand how challenging you can be Felicity. I know what it’s like to take something from you, because I have a scar on my head that reminds me what it was like when I took the World title from you. I have faced you, and I have beaten you twice. Now I know you going through a lot right now. Especially with what Fran did to you but, you are going to have to set that aside and focus on me. I know you can beat me. I know you have what it takes to beat me. All you have to do is do it, and tonight is your chance to do that. To reclaim what was lost to you, and to secure your legacy as not only the best, but the longest reigning World champion.

Running a hand through her hair, a worried expression comes across her face.

ONYX PAYNE: Now I know you have been upset with me because I haven’t been making everything about you. I haven’t been focusing on you, because I’ve been... busy. Encouraging people who I think need it, because I know what it was like for me when someone like you encouraged me to push myself. It made me feel good. It made me feel like I could do this. So tonight, I am going to make it up to you. I am going to make it all about you because it is. Tonight is your moment, your chance, and I’m going to make it special. You just wait and see.

Looking back at the Felicity poster, Onyx takes her leave as the camera zooms in on the image of Felicity Banks being the HKW World champion.

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A camera is backstage as it has a shot of Ashley Sullivan tip-toeing down a hallway in the arena. Holding a black baseball bat in both her arms, Ashley looks to be searching for something as she slowly turns her head this way and that before looking at the camera with a finger raised to her lips.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. I'm huntin' Weapers. hahahahahaha.

Ashley continues to tip toe down the hall for a bit before she stops and begins to look around as if she lost something. Looking around, her movements become faster and more erratic.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Wait. Where is it? Where's my title? Oh... that's right, that Reaper stole it.

Ashley stands still for a moment before she moves quickly to her side and smashes the baseball bat against a nearby vending machine. The plastic front of the soda machine caves in and gives way after another violent swing of the lumber. She moves to the side of it and gives it a hard sidekick to send the machine teetering, another kick knock it falling over onto its side. The sodas inside tumble out in the large hole in the front of the machine as Ashley continues to hammer away at the side facing up with the bat, screaming at the top of her lungs the entire time.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: FUCKING REAPERS!!!! Even now, they still know how to turn a perfectly good thing into shit!

Breathing heavily after the exertion of going to town on the machine, Ashley finally stops the melee on the beaten and smashed machine.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Now I get why Fel always ends up beating up on these things. They have a way of pissing you off.

Still breathing heavily, Ashley points the bat in the direction of the camera.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Enjoy your time with your stolen goods, Leifi. Because it won't last long. Whether you like it or not, the Bloodlust title is coming back to where it belongs. It may not be the next show but, mark my words, I'll be taking back what's rightfully mine.

Ashley gives the fallen machine another hit with the bat before she walks off. The scene fades out while Ashley is still yelling in the background.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: It's still mine! He stole it from me!

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a fatal four way match scheduled for one fall!

All four men involved in this match are in the ring, each occupying a corner. Whisper first motions to the upper right corner, introducing the first of four competitors.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, in the upper right corner....ALESSIO VAN DUREN!

She then shifts her attention to the upper left corner.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, in the upper left corner....KAI!

Whisper then shifts her attention to the bottom left corner of the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, standing in the bottom left corner, he is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions....LANCE WINTERS!

Then Whisper shifts her attention to the last man, who is screaming at the top of his lungs at some of the fans front row, even giving a few of them the finger.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, standing in the bottom right corner...JACK WARREN!

Warren realizes he’s been introduced by Whisper and quickly stops yelling at the fans and turns around to raise his hands in the air as he looks at everyone else in the ring. Once Whisper steps out of the ring, the ref calls for the bell and the match begins!

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DING! DING! DING!


BRIAN MASON: Alright. Our final fatal four way of the night. Who do you guys have winning this thing?

JERMAINE MARKS: I’m taking Jack Dubya over there. He a bit out of his damn mind, but you know damn well he’s also the sneakiest fucker in this thing, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Nah. Fuck Jack Warren. My money on Kai’s creepy ass.

As soon as the bell rings, Jack shoots towards Lance and quickly catches him with a kick to the gut! Alessio charges in at Kai and quickly takes him down with a clothesline before putting the boots to him. Jack quickly grabs Lance and hits a snap suplex on him before shoving him to the outside. On the other side, Alessio has also shoved Kai out of the ring, leaving the two former stablemates in the ring together. Jack smirks as he looks over at Alessio, then motions for him to make a move. Alessio, still being sort of inexperienced, charges at Jack, who quickly dropkicks him in the knees, forcing AvD to faceplant the mat! Jack then quickly grabbed one of Alessio’s legs and locked in an ankle lock to massive booing from the audience.

Fortunately for them, Kai quickly entered the ring and caught Warren with a dropkick to the back of the head that forced him to let go of Alessio’s ankle and fall through the ropes to the outside. Kai then grabs Alessio and slowly gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him into the nearest corner. However, after Kai goes charging at Alessio, he’s met with a boot to the face from the young Dutch-Italian that sends him stumbling backwards. Lance then hits the ring and grabs Kai from behind before lifting him up and planting him with a German suplex! Lance then gets to his feet and is quickly floored with a European uppercut as Alessio is now the last man standing!

BRIAN MASON: Warren’s down! Winters is down! Kai is down!

JERMAINE MARKS: Alessio legit the last man standing right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: All four of these dudes mad as fuck. We’ll see if Alessio can capitalize.

Alessio quickly grabs Lance and tosses him out of the ring before turning his attention solely on Kai, the man who eliminated him from the Rumble 2 Destiny. van Duren walks over to Kai and sneers down at him before landing a knee right on the painted face of Kai. Alessio then gets to his feet and looks out at the audience that’s booing him before pulling Kai up to both feet by his hair. AvD quickly lifts Kai into a powerbomb position, the audience booing as they did not want to see that, and brings him down with a sit-out powerbomb, even going for the first pin of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

As soon as Kai kicks out, Alessio lets him go and gets to his feet. After only seconds on his feet, Jack Warren charges in and attempts a clothesline, but Alessio ducks it! Warren then turns around and is met with a kick to the gut that keels him over. Alessio then hooks Jack’s head and lifts him up, holding him there for a few seconds before dropping him right onto his skull with a brainbuster! AvD looks around, making sure no one can break up the pin, before he goes for the cover, hooking both of Jack’s legs!

BRIAN MASON: Beautiful brainbuster by Alessio!

JERMAINE MARKS: He on a roll right now, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Dude dropping everyone in sight.

ONE!

TWO!

BROKEN UP BY WINTERS!

Lance comes in and breaks the count by stomping on the back of Alessio’s head. He then grabs Alessio and gets him up to both feet before catching him with multiple forearm smashes to the face. Winters then whips van Duren into the corner as hard as he can, forcing him to hit said corner chest first and stumble backwards. Lance then hooks both of Alessio’s arms from behind before lifting him up and planting him on his back with a full nelson suplex! Lance then goes for the cover as the audience cheers him on!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lance then gets to his feet and sees Kai slowly coming to. Kai slowly gets to one knee, but the smile on Lance’s face tells you he’s about to make sure Kai doesn’t stay on that knee for long. Lance charges in and catches Kai with a shining wizard before he goes for the cover as the audience gives Lance a mixed reaction for going against the other face.

BRIAN MASON: Winters with a shining wizard!

JERMAINE MARKS: Your prediction getting his ass whooped at the moment, Randy.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shut your ass up, Jermaine!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lance, knowing he’s gotta keep it going, quickly grabs Kai and tosses him out of the ring. He then walks over to Alessio and grabs him before tossing him out of the ring as well, leaving Lance and Jack Warren alone in there. Lance quickly grabs Jack by his short hair and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the nearest corner. Lance then charges in and catches Jack with a corner spear, getting the audience to pop loudly! Lance then pulls Jack out of the corner and quickly drops him with a Diamond Cutter before going for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jack shoots his shoulder up and keeps the match going as the audience lets out a unanimous groan of disappointment. Winters gets to his feet and grabs Warren as well. Once both men are up to a vertical base, Jack slaps Lance’s hands away and catches him with an eye gouge to massive boos from the audience. Before the ref can really lay into Jack for that, he hooks both of Lance’s arms and lifts him up, then drops him with a double underhook suplex! Warren then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Jack Warren is the lowest of the low!

JERMAINE MARKS: But that was smart, slime!

RANDY THE PILOT: Fuck Jack Warren.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jack quickly gets to his feet just as Alessio hit the ring. AvD attempts a european uppercut, but Jack blocks it and instead floors him with a rolling elbow! Alessio rolls out after he hits the mat, but Jack isn’t done there as he laughs at Alessio. Kai slides in the ring and attempts to put Jack into a full nelson, only for Jack to slip out of it and quickly turn around so as to catch Kai with an enzuigiri that takes him out as well! Jack goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

After the kickout, Jack grabs Kai and gets him up to both feet before tossing him out of the ring next to Alessio. He then turns around and is caught with a spear by Lance Winters! Lance goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Lance slaps the mat in frustration before he gets to his feet and looks to put Jacknaway...only to notice Jimmy Page has made his way ringside. Lance forgets all about the match and motion for Page to come into the ring. Page hops on the apron and looks ready to enter the ring...only for Jack to catch Lance with an elbow smash to the back of the head! Jack then hooks Lance’s head and plants him with the Nail On The Coffin!

JERMAINE MARKS: Jack Warren hit it! He got the win right now!

Before Warren can go for the cover, Shane Atwater comes charging down to the ring and slides in just as Warren slides out! Warren begins running away and Atwater chases after him, the two eventually disappearing to the back.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Warren move so fast, bruh. Just two seconds ago he was about to win the match, and now he’s gone!

BRIAN MASON: Safe to say that Jack Warren doesn’t want any part of Shane Atwater, guys.

AVD slides into the ring to attack Lance, and begins stomping away at him. AVD lifts Lance up to his feet, but Lance blasts him with a european uppercut, and then slams AVD to the canvas with an overhead spinebuster! Lance looks ready to put the finishing touches on AVD, but before he can do anything Kai spins him around, kicks him in the gut…

KAI BOMB!

Kai hits his patented powerbomb on his former rival and lays over him, hooking the leg to make the cover…

ONE!

AVD sees it…

TWO!

AVD dives forward…

THREE!

AVD doesn’t break the count in time!

DING!! DING!! DING!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… KAI!

“Whatever” fills the arena speakers as Kai stands up and the referee raises his arm high up in the air. Kai immediately pulls his hand away from the referee and exits the ring while AVD punches the canvas and looks over at the fallen Lance Winters.

BRIAN MASON: Kai gets the big victory here tonight, but I gotta tell ya… I thought Jack Warren had this tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: Same thing, fam. It was a ring filled with All-Stars though. Could’ve went either way.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but Kai’s walking out victorious. You guys think Knox Hurst is watching this?

JERMAINE MARKS: I ain’t tryna think about that crazy white chick at all, fam.

Kai continues his steady pace up the entrance ramp while a frustrated Alessio Van Duren looks tempted to attack Winters while he was down, but instead, he exits the ring and makes his way to the back, stopping to tell the camera that he would still win the Path to Destiny tournament.

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The Defiance camera team picks up backstage directly after the All-Star Fatal Fourway where Eli Zayn was seen standing in front of a big Defiance logo. Eli was all smiles as he stares forward and lifts the microphone closer to his lips.

ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Eli Zayn, and standing with me right now is quite possibly the next HKW World Champion… The epitome of excellence herself, Felicity Banks.

The Syracuse crowd could be heard cheering as Felicity Banks comes into the picture. She was still in same ensemble she was in during her confrontation with Fran, only now she has her hair pulled back in ponytail.

ELI ZAYN: Now Fel, earlier tonight we saw the first ever Felicity Banks Appreciation Night that Fran hel---

Felicity raises her hand up in front of Eli’s face, getting him to shut his mouth.

FELICITY BANKS: Shhhhh… Sh sh sh sh…. Shhhhh…

She pulls her arm back down to her side, and brings the microphone from Eli’s hand down to her level.

FELICITY BANKS: We will not be talking about that hemorrhoid anymore tonight, Eli. I will not be answering questions about my former mini me when I have a match against someone who I actually respect for the richest prize in this company. A match against someone who has already beaten me twice, and has become one of the best this company has ever seen - and she did all of that all on her own. We will not be talking about someone who’s nowhere near my level, and only has a job with this company because I took her under my wing…

She glares up at Eli, a sinister look in her eyes. Felicity was all business tonight, and it wasn’t hard to tell.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t bring her up, Eli. She’s not important enough to be talked about when FelonyX Three for the HKW World Championship is only a few minutes away.

Eli takes a hard gulp and brings the microphone up a bit.

ELI ZAYN: Sorry about that, Fel. Alrighty then, uhhh… Right, FelonyX III! A match the world has wanted to see since FelonyX II! In the previous two matches, Onyx Payne was the one to come out as the victor, and some people are even saying that if you have a kryptonite, it’s in the form of Onyx Payne.

Felicity chuckles and pulls the microphone back down to her level.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, and you know what? Maybe that was true. Twice now Onyx has managed to beat me, but my kryptonite, Eli? I wouldn’t go that far. See, I’m not powerless against Onyx. I don’t fall to my knees and start grimacing in pain whenever I’m around her. She’ll tell you herself, I beat her within an inch of unconsciousness each and every time we’re in that ring together, and it’s not out of hate. It’s not out of any ill-will at all. The fact is, Onyx and I push ourselves against one another to levels we’ve never been before, and so far…

Felicity sighs, rolling her eyes before she speaks back up.

FELICITY BANKS: Onyx has managed to push herself a little further than I could push myself, but to call her my kryptonite? That’s a little far-fetched, even for you, Eli.

ELI ZAYN: Well, I’m not--

Fel throws her hand up in the air once again and gets Eli to shut up.

FELICITY BANKS: I wasn’t done yet, peasant. Now… where was I? Oh yah. Kryptonite! By calling her my kryptonite, you’re pretty much saying that I have no chance of beating Onyx Payne tonight or any other night, and even she’ll tell you that that’s an asinine statement to make. I can beat Onyx Payne. Hell, I can beat anyone in the World! I just have to figure out how, and so far… I haven’t been able to figure out how to beat Onyx Payne, but tonight…

She pulls the microphone out of Eli’s hand and glares right at the camera in front of her.

FELICITY BANKS: Tonight's the night that I find the key to beat you, Onyx. Even though we’re at a much better place now then we were the last time we fought, I still hold things in the back my mind that you’ve done that really pissed me off. Most recent example: you overlooking me…

Felicity pauses, glancing over at Eli to tell him to step out of the picture. Once Eli takes a step back, Felicity looks back at the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: Those might have not been your intentions when you were giving Shane Atwater that little bit of encouragement, but that’s how it came off to me. It was like you were saying ‘fuck this match I have with Felicity on Defiance. I’m just gonna focus all my attention on Shane!’ … and that really pissed me off, Onyx. It pissed me off to the point that now, even weeks later, I’m getting pissed off just thinking about it.

She takes a short break, running her hand down on her face.

FELICITY BANKS: It’s little things like that that I keep in the back of my mind now, Onyx. It’s little things like that that’ll make me want to knock your head clean off of your neck so I could finish you off and reclaim the HKW World Championship. I didn’t keep those little things in the back of my mind before, Onyx, because the first time around...there weren’t any little things to keep. Second time around? I just wanted my title back and I thought about nothing else but proving that Divine Supremacy was a fluke...but this time? This time here’s more on the line for me than just the HKW World Championship.

She licks her lips and steps toward the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: I have to prove to you, to the fans, and to myself that I can beat you, Onyx. I have to prove to myself that when I call myself the best talent this business has ever seen, that I’m not just blowing smoke out of my ass and I have all the evidence that I need to support my claims...but until I beat you… the one person I’ve never defeated… I won’t have all the evidence that I need, Onyx.

Taking a small pause, Felicity glares down at her waist, and with her freehand, she makes the title motion in front of her stomach.

FELICITY BANKS: To you, this is just a title defense. You could lose that title tonight, or any other night and walk out of the building with a smile on your face because to you… wrestling is just something you enjoy doing. But to me… this…

She points at her surroundings.

FELICITY BANKS: All of this? This is my life, Onyx. This is my career. This is the first thing that I think about when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think before I fall asleep. At the end of the goddamn day, I WANT that title a lot more than you do, and tonight, I take the HKW World Championship away from you and I become champion for a second time, and all of you peasants backstage WILL BOW THE FUCK DOWN… to your queen.

Felicity flings the microphone over towards Eli and walks out of the picture, leaving Eli speechless and hyped up himself.

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where a fuming Shane Atwater is still on the hunt, clearly still searching for Jack Warren after his narrow escape just a short while earlier. He paces the hall, slamming locker room doors open, looking around corners, a sneer on his face and a look of angry determination in his eyes. Shane comes on a group of crew and storms up to them, grabbing one by the shirt and pulling him in, his voice hard as slate.

SHANE ATWATER: Jack Warren. He came this way. I KNOW he came this way. Where is he?

The crew member, still in shock from being handled so roughly, shrugs his shoulders, stammering. Shane grips him up more firmly, snarling.

SHANE ATWATER: JACK. WARREN. The miserable squareheaded son of a bitch who never stops talking. You know who I’m talking about. Now WHERE IS HE?

RANDOM CREW GUY: I...He came by here, but I don’t kn---

Shane doesn’t even bother letting the man finish his sentence, shoving him roughly aside and shouldering past the remainder with a grunt. He makes his way down the hall, swinging various doors to locker rooms open, checking inside, growing more and more frustrated when he comes up empty every single time. Finally, he comes to the last in the group, and moves to open the door…

...Locked.

He pushes harder...still nothing. Drives a shoulder against it, but it doesn’t even budge. Almost as if the door has been wedged shut from the other side, in addition to being locked.

Shane’s eyes go wide with anger as the realization comes to him.

SHANE ATWATER: Got you, you son of a bitch.

Fuming, Shane takes a few steps back and drives a sharp kick into the door, rattling it against the frame. He takes a few steps farther...Another kick, even harder now...closer still. And again. There’s the faint sound of swearing from the other side as Shane kicks it again...still to no avail. He pauses a moment, running a hand through his hair, nothing but anger painted on his face….until his eyes catch sight of the fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. A sneer crossing his lips, Shane unhooks the extinguisher, hefting it up, measuring the door. He makes a running start…

but before he can send the extinguisher crashing into the door, he’s set upon by a group of stagehands and arena security, desperately trying to get between him and the doorway. Shane pulls up short as the swarm closes in on him, dropping the extinguisher, holding his hands up, clearly frustrated but accepting the situation.

SHANE ATWATER: Alright. ALRIGHT! I’m done. I’m leaving. Get your Goddamned hands off me. I’ll leave. Peacefully.

Shane mutters under his breath, forcing his way out of the guard’s grip.

SHANE ATWATER: But you make sure that insipid son of a bitch knows we aren’t even close to done.

Shane turns his attention back to the door, where Warren is obviously hiding out.

SHANE ATWATER: You hear me, Jackie Boy? WE AREN’T DONE. Not by a long shot. You fucked me out of Divine Supremacy, you cost me at Darkness Falls and made sure Onyx Payne left with a tainted victory….But that is gonna PALE in comparison to what I’m going to do to you. You hear that, you piece of shit? I’m taking EVERYTHING from you, you son of a bitch. EVERYTHING! Your entire existence is fucking forfeit to me, Jackie Boy, and then…

Shane pushes a hand through his hair, sighing as he begins to back away.

SHANE ATWATER: ...then I’m claiming my shot at the World Championship...No matter what.

Shane considers making another move toward the door for a moment, but the group closes ranks again, so he backs away down the hall, shouting as he does so.

SHANE ATWATER: Clock’s ticking, Jackie Boy. Be seeing you. Soon. REAL SOON.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening, and it is for the HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!

"Heeeeeeeeeeyo, here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started we ain't gon' stop
This is your last warning, a courtesy call"


"Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year a mixed reaction as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp.

"Can you feel that...?"

The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the "Queen of Pro Wrestling" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen B" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks, ignoring their jeers but acknowledges the fans that were cheering. She walks up the steps and into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, the challenger... From Jersey City, New Jersey. She is the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year... THE SULLEN ANGEL.... THE QUEEN B.... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope. She stares out into the crowd and motions for the crowd to bow down to her to which some oblige. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat.

BRIAN MASON: Felicity had an impressive showing in the Rumble to Destiny, and some would even say she was well on her to winning, but then…

RANDY THE PILOT: But then we had the Fran Effect happen. Still can’t believe them two are going at it, bruh.

JERMAINE MARKS: Well believe it, fam. After what we seen earlier tonight, I don’t Fran and Fel ever gon reconcile. But that shit ain’t important right now. We got us a World title match seconds away!

BRIAN MASON: And the former champion looks determined to win back what she believes is hers.

Once seated, Felicity reaches down to her wrist and grabs an armband with the letters "ML" on it, pulls it up to her bicep and awaits for her opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent...

The lights in the arena go off as the sound of what can only be described as synchronized claps, chains, and broken glass can be heard as Salt of the Earth by Lovedrug begins to play. The titan tron shows gray clouds rolling in as a woman’s silhouette is shown sitting in what looks to be a locker room with her hands clasped together. As the vocals of Michael Shepard begin, the titan tron shows a pair of sultry chestnut eyes as the woman who possessed them turned to look over her shoulder before fading to show the darkened entrance that had white fog begin to roll from it and spread across the stage.

Oh, like the salt of the earth,
Each correction makes us stronger.
Absconder… In happiness, yeah


Spotlights began to move around the anticipating crowd as a black silhouette of a woman steps out on stage, but instead of a rainbow of lights, the sweatshirt the woman was wearing began to light up and begin to strobe in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spotlights continued to move around the anticipating crowd. As the titan tron reveals who the woman is through black and white clips, the crowd begin to cheer as Onyx begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place, before stopping and taking in her surroundings as the the camera zooms in on what she was wearing. The sweatshirt was littered with white LED lights that spelled out Fel, and on the back in big pink LED letters it read “IT’S ALL ABOUT ME!”

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring. From New York by the way of Ohio... She is the current reigning and defending HKW World Champion… ONYX PAYNE!

The fans begin to reach out to Onyx as she walks down the ramp to the ring. With her title raised high in the air, she smiles as she slaps her fans hands with her own before looking back at the ring and focusing on Felicity amd making her way around to the steel steps. As she goes up them, she reaches for the top rope, gliding her hand across it using it as a guide until she gets halfway across the ring aprons edge; where she wipes her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope.

RANDY THE PILOT: Big fight time, folks.

JERMAINE MARKS: Gotta admit. That’s a dope lookin’ sweatshirt she got on there.

BRIAN MASON: It is...nifty. You think she’s trying to get underneath Fel’s skin with it?

RANDY THE PILOT: Probably. Or maybe she’s just showing her respect in her own way. Could be seen as either thing.

JERMAINE MARKS: Who cares which it is? This shit about to be a scrap so lets do the dan thang!

Once inside, she straightens herself up as she walks up to Felicity with a smile as she points to her attire, telling her to get a good look before she walks across the ring and climbs up the adjacent corner to it’s second turnbuckle. As she looks around at the crowd, Onyx smile grows before she looks over her shoulder and jumps down while the arena brightens to normal and ‘Salt of the Earth’ begins to fade into the background.

Felicity remains seated in the corner, never taking her eyes off of Onyx as she spins her neck around in a circle, getting herself loose before the match. Onyx hands the HKW World Championship to the referee, allowing him to hold up to Felicity and to the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: It’s go time!

The referee hands the HKW World Championship to the timekeeper as Felicity pulls herself up to her feet and Onyx stands across the ring, jumping up and down in place. The referee checks with both competitors before he looks over at the timekeeper and calls for the bell!

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DING!! DING!! DING!!


The opening bell sounds off as the crowd begins to stir. Both Felicity and Onyx stay in their corners for a few seconds to take in the atmosphere inside the arena, with Felicity stepping out of her corner first. Instead of going right in on the attack, Felicity walks to the middle of the ring and simply sticks her hand out towards Onyx for a pre-match handshake. Onyx seems skeptical at first, but after looking around at the crowd, Onyx steps forward and meets the former champion halfway for the handshake.

BRIAN MASON: Well… I believe that’s a first for HKW. A pre-match handshake.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bi-polar ass friendship these two got. In about three minutes they’re gonna be smashing each others heads off shit.

JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeee. Me and Damien used to scrap like that, though.

Once the handshake was broken, Felicity drops to the mat and takes Onyx down by trapping her legs and pulling them out from under her. Felicity goes to roll herself towards Onyx’s head, but Onyx turns herself on her back and elbows Felicity right in the face. Felicity falls back, allowing Onyx to get up to her feet and go for a running facewash, but Felicity falls onto her back to get out of the way just in the nick of time. With Felicity still on the mat, Onyx goes to stomp on her face, but Felicity rolls out of the way and continues to roll until she got underneath the ropes and onto the apron.

Onyx immediately moves forward and reaches through the top two ropes to grab Felicity, but the former World Champion grabs Onyx by her head, and pulls her out of the ring and to the floor outside! Onyx lands hard but she pushes herself right back to her feet, only to get slapped right in the face by Felicity!

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn. Slapped the taste out of her mouth, bruh.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like that slap pissed Onyx off too!

Onyx runs her hand down her face and charges at Felicity, spearing her down to canvas. Onyx starts pummeling away on Fel with right and left hammerfists, then pulls Felicity up to her feet by her head. Onyx shoves Felicity back into the corner and throws a couple of body shots at Fel, getting her to hunch over. Onyx wraps her arm around Felicity’s head, and then runs up the turnbuckles and the ropes to deliver a modified tornado DDT, spiking Felicity’s head off the canvas! Onyx quickly crawls over toward Felicity and makes the early pin attempt.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


JERMAINE MARKS: Onyx crazy if she think that’s all she’s gonna need to do to win this one.

BRIAN MASON: I think she’s just messing with Felicity’s head here, honestly.

Onyx grabs a hold of Felicity’s head after the kickout and lifts her up to a vertical base. Onyx grabs a hold of Felicity’s arm and whips her into the ropes, but instead of running back, Felicity wraps her arms around the ropes to stops herself. Onyx sees this and charges toward Felicity, but Felicity kicks herself back off of Onyx, and lands on the apron! She reaches into the ring and wraps her around Onyx’s head looking to suplex her out of the ring, but Onyx pulls herself away, grabs a hold of Felicity’s head, and throws her into the steel post in the corner! Felicity falls down onto the steps and then outside the ring, clutching her shoulder after the smart move by Onyx.

The champion walks out onto the apron and then jumps outside the ring, immediately stomping down on Felicity’s arm. Onyx pulls Felicity up and goes for a single arm DDT, but Felicity pushes Onyx back, and catches her with a jumping high knee to the face! Onyx drops to the floor and Felicity hops up onto the apron. She turns her head over her shoulder and waits for Onyx to get up to her feet, and once she does Felicity moonsaults back… but Onyx moves out of the way! Felicity manages to land on her feet, but Onyx charges forward and nearly decapitates Felicity with a huge lariat!

JERMAINE MARKS: Onyx turned her inside out! Holy shit bruh! Fel head in the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: That was a vicious lariat from the champion. Why isn’t the referee making the ten count?

RANDY THE PILOT: World title match, Mason. Referee Pinson isn’t letting this one have a chance at ending at countout.

Onyx pulls Felicity up to her feet, Banks still wobbly from that lariat. Onyx wraps arms around Felicity’s head as if she were going for a snapmare, but then runs forward and runs off steps looking for a Dudley Dog, but once Onyx his in the air, Felicity pulls her down and slams Onyx down hard off the apron! Onyx clutches her back and falls back to the outside while Felicity crawls away from her frienemy, thinking over what she should do next.

Felicity slides into the ring while Onyx still favors her lower back, slowly pulling herself up to her feet. The former champion sees Onyx slowly getting up, and runs off the ropes, diving to the outside with a low-rope suicide dive onto Onyx Payne! Felicity pushes herself back up to her feet, and brings Onyx with her, and slides her back into the ring after the attack to the outside.

Felicity gets herself up onto the apron and calls for her patent “QueeKNEE” springboard knee attack, the champion slowly making it back up. Once Onyx finally gets up, Felicity spring up onto the ropes, but Onyx moves toward the ropes and lifts Felicity over her shoulder!

BRIAN MASON: Whoa! Nice counter there!

RANDY THE PILOT: Word, I wasn’t expecting Onyx to do that. Move out the way, sure. Lift Fel up in a fireman’s carry? No way.

Onyx moves back toward the center of the ring, spins around in one full circle, and then executes a devastating Death Valley Driver on Felicity! Onyx crawls on top of Felicity, hooks the leg, and watches referee Pinson slides into position.

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!


Banks gets her shoulder up to stop the count, Onyx using the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. Instead of going right on the attack, Onyx waits for Felicity to get up on her own. Once she’s up, Onyx charges forward, and this time connects with the single arm DDT on the arm she was working on before! Onyx holds onto Felicity’s arm once the hit the canvas, flips herself back, and locks in a mounted armbar on Felicity dead center in the ring!

BRIAN MASON: Beautiful transition there from the single arm DDT into the armbar, folks!

JERMAINE MARKS: And she got the pressure locked in, fam! Dead center in the ring.

Onyx pulls back on Felicity’s arm as she tries to somehow get close enough to grab the ropes so Onyx would break the hold. Realizing there was next to no chance for her to grab the ropes, Felicity starts wiggling herself around, managing to slide her head out from underneath Onyx. Seeing that Felicity was about to get out of the armbar, Onyx quickly releases the hold, stands up right, and soccer kicks Felicity right in the small of the back!

Onyx leans down and grabs Felicity by the head, pulling her up to a vertical base. Once Felicity is on her feet, Onyx locks her arms around Felicity’s waist as if she were going to attempt a northern lights suplex, but Felicity quickly reacts by elbow Onyx in the back of the head until she let go of the waist lock.

BRIAN MASON: Stiff elbows to the back of Onyx’s head. It was only a matter of time before Felicity started attacking the head.

Onyx drops down to one knee, allowing Felicity to bounce of the rops and deliver a hurricanrana driver on Oynx! Felicity shakes the cobwebs out of the her head and thens leans back, lazily grabbing Onyx’s leg for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


KICKUT!


Felicity looks over at the referee and yells out “count faster, peasant!” but doesn’t realize Onyx was reaching up to roll Felicity back in a crucifix pin!

ONE!


TWO!


THR-KICKUT!


Onyx NEARLY gets the three on Felicity, Felicity looking over at the referee to make sure that was only a two. The two ladies scramble up to their feet and meet in the center of the ring. Onyx blasts Felicity with a big right hook to the face, getting Felicity to stumble back into the ropes. Onyx pushes forward, but Felicity strikes Onyx back with a slap to the face, followed by a spinning back hand to the neck, a big elbow to the face, and finishing the combination off with a jumping knee to the face!

RANDY THE PILOT: That’s the Jersey City Handshake combination, Mason.

BRIAN MASON: Onyx’s nose might be broken after that knee!

Onyx falls to the mat, allowing Felicity to run off the ropes and come back with a jumping high-arc knee to Onyx’s face! Felicity does her trademark handstand afterward and dropped another knee onto Onyx’s face to complete her “QueeKNEE 2.0” attack. Felicity sits up by Onyx’s head, presses her legs against her arms, and pulls her legs up for the modified pin attempt.

ONE!



TWO!



THR-KICKUT!


Onyx barely gets her shoulder up, the crowd realising a collective gasp. Felicity shakes her head at the referee and then wraps her arms around Onyx’s head. She pulls Onyx up to her feet, but Onyx pulls back, elbows Felicity in the face, and catches her with an arm-trap neckbreaker! Onyx wills her way way right back up, grabbing Felicity by the arm and lifting her up. Onyx applies a wristlock and then pulls Felicity into a nearly decapitating short arm lariat!

Onyx turns Felicity inside out and immediately drops to her knees. The Syracuse crowd begin chanting for their preferred talent as Onyx looks around at the crowd, beginning to feed off the energy. She crawls back towards the nearest corner and patiently waits for Felicity to get up.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Onyx got something in mind here.

RANDY THE PILOT: She might be going in for the kill, Mase!

A wobbly and groggy Felicity Banks rises to her feet, turns around… BAM! Onyx lands a running single leg high knee flush! The Onyx fans in attendance erupt as the World champion crawls over top of the challenger, hooks the leg and makes the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THRRR-KICOUT!!!!


Felicity just gets her shoulder up, bringing her fans to their feet. Onyx double checks the count with the referee and then wraps Felicity into a headlock. Onyx pulls Fel up to her feet and looks for a bulldog, but Felicity shoves Onyx forward and lands a Bank Shot superkick to the back of Onyx’s head!

JERMAINE MARKS: Another big shot to the back of the head! Bank shot matta fact.

BRIAN MASON: Onyx has been talking about Felicity just needing to find a way to beat her, and she just might’ve found. Attack what you’ve previously injured.

Onyx stumbles into the corner and lays motionless against the turnbuckle pads. Felicity sees her opening, picks up a full head of steam, and hits Onyx with running double knees right to the spine! Onyx falls back against the canvas, and Felicity falls on top of her to make the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THRR--NO!


Onyx gets the shoulder up right as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three! Felicity looks over at referee Pinson and starts kicking her feet in the air, beginning to get frustrated that Onyx wouldn’t stay down. Fel slowly pushes herself up to a vertical base and backs herself into a corner. Fel slowly begins stepping up the turnbuckles until she was on the top rope, squatting until Onyx stands to her feet.

The World Champion gets up, and stumbles around a bit before she turns around. Once she turns around, Felicity dives off the top rope for a blockbuster neckbreaker attempt, but Onyx jumps into the air and lays Fel out with a huge superman punch!

JERMAINE MARKS: GODDAMN BRUH! SHE KNOCKED HER OUT!

Felicity falls flat on her face, but manages to roll out onto the apron from the impact of the superwoman punch. Onyx was down on the canvas as well, but she starts to crawl toward Fel, trying to pull her back into the ring before she falls to the outside. Onyx grabs the knocked out Felicity Banks by her arm and pulls her back into the ring. Onyx pulls her back all the way to the center of the ring, and then pulls her up to her feet.

Onyx glances down at the still knocked out Felicity, swings her arm over her head, and drops Felicity down on her head with a brainbuster! Onyx crawls on top of Felicity and hooks the leg…

ONE!



TWO!



THRE-!


RANDY THE PILOT: Did she get it?!

No! Fel gets her shoulder up! The referee holds up two fingers to the crowd as Onyx leans back on her knees and runs her hands through her hair. She reaches over and grabs Fel by the arm, clearly tired after the series of moves and the nearfall, helping to drag her opponent back to her feet. Onyx manages to get Felicity back to her feet, but Fel is dazed and rips her arm away from Onyx but the champion holds on, causing both of them to crash into the corner of the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: That brainbuster still got her world spinnin’ right now.

Onyx finally lets go of Fel and stands up in the corner, not really sure how to approach it, so she starts to climb the up the turnbuckles. But Fel grabs a hold of the ropes and begins to pull back on Onyx, preventing her from doing whatever move she’s thinking about, and delivers a few punches to the midsection to try and throw her bring her down.

Fel finally pulls Onyx and away from the turnbuckles, and before Onyx can get herself turned around and situated, Felicity jumps up from the middle ropes and executes a diving reverse neckbreaker that sends them both to the middle of the ring. Fel crawls toward her corner, resting her arms on the ropes and looking at her opponent in the middle of the ring as she runs forward with a diving double knee! It catches Onyx square in the face as soon as she looks up and instantly puts her back down on the mat as Fel scrambles forward for the cover!

ONE!






TWO!





THRE-BREAK!


Felicity slaps the mat after Onyx finds the strength inside her to break the pin and hold a hand in the air to show that he shoulder had lifted up off the mat.

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SOOOO CLOSE!

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh. These women tryna take scalps.

Felicity crawls over to the nearest rope and uses to it climb back up to her feet as she turns around to check and see if Onyx is still on the mat, seeing Onyx was climbing back up to one knee. Felicity takes too much time getting to what she wanted to do as Onyx is the one to put the pressure on Fel, driving her back into the corner where she was on the receiving end of the snake eyes, keeping Felicity pinned in the corner with a spinning sleeper slam.

Onyx takes a moment to catch her breath already twenty-two minutes into a match, while Fel is in pain, but she wills her way back up to her feet. Onyx swings wildly with a right hands, but Felicity ducks it and strikes back with a kick of her own to create some space and pulls in Onyx for a reverse STO to the corner turnbuckle!

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn… ouch and shit.

BRIAN MASON: Stellar commentating, Jermaine.

It wasn’t enough for a pin attempt, though. Felicity is sizing up Onyx in the corner and goes for another set of double knees to her opponent, but Onyx gets out of the way just in time for Fel to go crashing into the corner. She hits with enough impact that it causes her to roll back towards the middle of the ring, where Onyx is waiting to deliver a running elbow strike to the back of Fel’s head!

Onyx leans on the top rope after executing the move, grappling up with Felicity before she can get a breather and going for a cross armbreaker, but it’s reversed! Felicity puts down Onyx with a zig zag, both opponents down on the mat after the impactful move.

Felicity is the first one back to her feet after slapping the mat, sizing up Onyx as she is using the ropes to force herself back to a standing position. Onyx turns around in a dazed manner, clearly not able to keep her legs fully underneath her as Felicity goes for the Bank Shot!

RANDY THE PILOT: BALL GAME!

Onyx arches backwards just in the nick of time for the kick to miss her face by inches… but the referee wasn’t as lucky as he takes the Bank Shot full to the face and falls to the outside of the ring through the middle ropes! Felicity is shaking her head as she watches the referee go down on the outside, knocked out from the kick.

BRIAN MASON: And down goes Pinson! Damn, is that gonna be a disqualification?! It was an accident!

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think the homies getting up anytime soon. We need another referee!

Felicity leans over the ropes and checks on the referee, but gets her head pulled back by Onyx! Onyx sets up for the “Silencer” reverse DDT, but Felicity spins herself free and blasts Onyx with an elbow to the face. Onyx fires back with a straight right hand of her own, knocking Fel back into the nearest corner. Onyx charges forward, but Felicity puts her foot up and catches Onyx with a big boot!

With Onyx grasping at her face, Felicity pushes herself up to the the middle turnbuckle pads, waits for Onyx to turn around, and then dives off of them to connect with a diving “Off with your head” to the champion!

BRIAN MASON: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

JERMAINE MARKS: Shit, fam. We need a referee!

Felicity wasn’t done yet, sitting Onyx up after the move. She pulls her kneepad down, measures up the back of Onyx’s head, then runs off the ropes…

RANDY THE PILOT: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD NUMERO DEUCE!

Felicity blasts Onyx with a second “Off with your head” this time to the back of the head! Onyx goes limp, obviously knocked out from the impact of the move as Felicity crawls on top of her and hooks the leg, the Syracuse audience making the count…

ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


The former champion breaks the pin, looking around the ring for the referee until she remembers he was knocked out outside the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: So we got a knocked out champion, and a knocked out referee. Randy, call one of you niggas from the back to get out here!

RANDY THE PILOT: What you think I been doin’ on my phone, bruh? Nobody answering the call!

Felicity slides out of the ring and walks over to the commentators table. She grabs Brian Mason’s bottle of Aquafina off the table and walks toward the knocked out referee until she stops dead in her tracks once she sees…

BRIAN MASON: Is that… Is that Trelicity Sanks?

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh… it is!

Trelicity crawls out from underneath the ring and stares directly at Felicity. Felicity could be heard saying “What the fuck are you doing here, peasant” in Trelicity’s direction, but Trelicity stays stone faced. Fel walks toward Trelicity and looks ready to attack until she’s blinded from behind by a mastadon of a man wearing a tank top that reads “Trilluminaughty” along with black slacks.

JERMAINE MARKS: Who the hell is this bruh?!

The big man lariats Felicity in the back of the head, knocking her down to the ground. Trel and the big guy start putting the boots to Felicity until another man of african american descent comes charging down the entrance ramp and starts stomping down on Felicity as well!

The trio lift the former champion up, and toss her head and shoulder first into the steel ring steps! The big guy then takes the protective padding off the floor, lifts Felicity up to her feet, and then proceeds to powerbomb her on her the concrete floor! If that wasn’t enough, he pulls Felicity back up, and this time powerbombs her spine first into the protective guardrail!

BRIAN MASON: Seriously… Who the hell are these people and why are they beating the hell out of Felicity?!

RANDY THE PILOT: No idea, bruh, but she’s hurtin’ right now.

Felicity clutches at her back as the big guy pulls her back up to her feet. He pushes Felicity towards the other male, only to get hit with a jumping reverse STO right onto the concrete floor! The trio lift Felicity back up and slide her into the ring. Trelicity dumps water on the referee’s head to wake him up as the other male enters the ring and drags Onyx on top of Felicity.

JERMAINE MARKS: You can’t be serious with this shit, bruh.

The large male pulls the referee up by his pants and slides him into the ring, allowing him to slowly crawl toward the two unconscious ladies, slowly getting in position to make the count.

ONE!

BRIAN MASON: Not like this! Come on!

TWO!

RANDY THE PILOT: Is she gonna kickout?!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Neither Felicity nor Onyx move a muscle after the three count, while the three assailants look on from the outside with grins on their faces, yelling out “Trilluminaughty” in the audience members faces.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… AND STILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION… ONYX PAAAYNE!

“Salt of the Earth” fills the arena speakers as the crowd remains silent. The referee grabs the HKW World Championship and walks it over toward Onyx, but neither she nor Felicity have moved an inch. The trio that attacked Felicity start walking up the entrance ramp, looking back at their handiwork as the announcers begin to speculate.

BRIAN MASON: Trelicity Sanks and those two no good motherfuckers just ruined a classic! This is bullshit!

RANDY THE PILOT: Shits crazy, bruh. Fel might’ve been a two time World Champion right now!

JERMAINE MARKS: Mighta been? You mean she would’ve been. Onyx still ain’t move after them two off with your heads.

The camera pans back to the ring where Onyx was finally starting to come to, unsure of what was happening around her. Onyx turns her head over her shoulder and sees the three assailants walking up the entrance ramp, then glances down at the lifeless Banks and starts piecing things together.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Onyx ain’t wanna win like that.

BRIAN MASON: Certainly doesn’t look like she’s happy about the outcome, Randy.

Onyx holds the back of her head and flings the HKW World Championship to the side as she goes to check on Felicity and the closing credits for Defiance begin to roll. The last image of Defiance XXXVI shows the three members of “Trilluminaughty” looking back at the ring while Onyx tries to wake up the knocked out Felicity Banks.

WINNER and STILL HKW WORLD CHAMPION - ONYX PAYNE (29:20)
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