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Defiance XXXVI Aftermath
Topic Started: Sep 5 2015, 11:12 PM (524 Views)
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after Defiance only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Defiance spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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Brian Stryker

Brian Stryker is sitting backstage. The hustle and bustle of the show happening around him as he ignores it all. He has a towel draped over his head as he is visibly upset at the outcome of tonight. He has his hand to his forehead as he tries to figure out why he just can't seem to get a win.

Stryker: What the hell is wrong with me? What can't I get a fucking win?

He sits back against the concrete wall and chuckles a tiny bit.

Stryker: I mean fuck man. At some point enough is enough. A man can only take so much before he just gives up. How many more weeks? How many more loses? How many more disappointing nights must I go through before I finally through up my hands and go, "I yield"?

I.......I at my rope's end. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep up the facade. I can't pretend that it doesn't bother me. I just can't......


Stryker grabs his head with both hands.

Stryker: All that therapy. All those miles ran. All those reps. It's all for nothing it seems. If I can't even win one fucking match how do I hope to ever be in contention for anything. At the rate I'm going I'll be the laughing stock of HKW. So what's left for me? Where do I go from here? Do I get in my rental. Drive back to the airport, and fly home? Do I live my life knowing I tried and failed? Do I resort to the dirty tactics to win? WHAT DO I DO?

Stryker grabs the towel off his head and rings in roughly in his hands, his knuckles turning as white as the towel itself.

Stryker: Maybe....what I do is I pick myself up. Dust myself off. Look at the horizon and persevere. Maybe what I do is work harder. Maybe run that extra mile. Do that extra rep. Path to Destiny starts soon. The tournament that can be the punch in the arm I need to boost my confidence. The tournament that grants the winner of Defiance and Subversion a match on HKW's biggest show of the year.

One can hope that I make it far into this tourney. One can pray that I win the Defiance bracket. One can only imagine winning it all on Destiny. Maybe with alittle bit of luck, I can advance in this tournament. This might be my last shot. My last shot to show the HKW universe that I am a great wrestler. To show the HKW universe that I can win. But......it mainly be proof to myself that I can do it. Proof to me that I am still capable of winning. 2015 is shaping up to be my Annus horribilis. My horrible year.

The only way to salvage it, is to win it all. Nicky V better watch out because now, I'm a wounded animal. And an animal is never more dangerous, more deadly, more focus, than when they are injured. It's time for me to step out of the shadow and into the light. And when I do, it's gonna be a whole new ball game not just for the Path to Destiny, but for the rest of the HKW locker room.


Stryker throws the towel onto his shoulder as he gets up and heads towards the locker room to shower and move onto his next event.
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Once the camera crew made it backstage, Felicity Banks was shown standing near the entrance curtain with her hands covering her face. For the most part, the camera crew left her alone outside of them recording her and her reaction to losing what could have been her last shot at the HKW World Championship for a long time.

FELICITY BANKS: I know you’re standing there…

She pulled her hands from her face, showing a scowl and sweat dripping down her forehead.

FELICITY BANKS: You could stand there and record me if you want, but I’m not answering any questions or doing any talking right now. Sooooo, if you guys are really that bored and have nothing else to do - stand there, record, and do not open your goddamn mouths because I’m liable to rip your faces off right now.

The cameraman nodded his head, bouncing the visual up and down. Felicity simply rested her head back against the wall she was leaning on and let out the longest and deepest sigh ever known to man.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s three goddamn times Fran pulled this shit. Three times I lost to Onyx. Three times I was stupid enough to let Fran get away with something like this and now she has three goons helping her! Three… Three, three, three! I’m being haunted by the number three like Jim Carrey was haunted by the number twenty-three in that movie!

Though she said she wasn’t talking, Felicity continued whispering to herself and pretty much carried a conversation with...herself.

FELICITY BANKS: How am I this stupid right now? What the hell happened to me? I used to be a step ahead of everyone. I knew what would happen before it happened, and now… Now my own protege is outsmarting me and staying a step ahead. Fuck, this feels horrible. I hate what I feel like right now.

She threw her hands back over her face and let out an ear-piercing screech that echoed down the hallway.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m going to HANG THEM ALL BY THEIR OWN FUCKING HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

A hand is seen tapping Felicity on the shoulder, and when she turned around, she is greeted with the World championship being handed to her by Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: … what are you doing? Like, are you trying to rub this in right now? Are you trying to make an ass out of me or something? Because if you are, I’m going to---

Felicity stopped, letting out a sigh.

FELICITY BANKS: Do absolutely nothing about it. So get your laughs in, get your “haha’s I beat you again’s” out while you can because sooner or later I’m going to surgically remove your achilles tendon out of your leg. Just not today…

Onyx couldn’t help but chuckle at Felicity’s behavior as again she presented Felicity with the title, even encouraging her to take it from her.

ONYX PAYNE: Felicity, I’m not here for that. I know I haven’t been acting like myself lately. Heh. Didn’t even realize it until Joseph pointed it out to me. But you’re my friend, and we both know that this title belongs to you. You beat me. Fair and square. I know that, and you know that. I’m giving you this, because you deserve it. You earned it. I wouldn’t have won tonight if it wasn’t for Fran…or whoever those people were.

Trailing off a bit, Onyx’s face became a bit sterner, her lips pierced a bit while a hint of anger could be seen. Obviously she wasn’t happy with what happened.

ONYX PAYNE: So... I’m giving you what is rightfully yours.

The former World Champion glanced down at the title, and looked back up at the taller Onyx. She glanced down at the title one more time, and repeated the same motions before she reached forward and grabbed the title out of Onyx’s hands. Staring at it for a moment, Felicity unbuckled the strap and lifted the title up in the air, draping it around Onyx’s shoulder.

FELICITY BANKS: Nope, that’s not my title. That’s your title. You remember back a few months ago? When all you wanted was my respect, and my vote of confidence with you as the champ.

She reached her hand forward and tapped the centerpiece of the HKW World Championship.

FELICITY BANKS: Well, you’ve always had my respect, but I’d be a liar if I said you always had my approval to lead HKW. For the longest time I thought I was the only person capable of being the face of this brand… Hell, this entire company! But you…

She chuckled, remembering back to the long storied rivalry between herself and Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: You made me see otherwise. You’ve been one hell of a champion so far, Onyx. Sometimes you don’t give yourself the credit you deserve, but that’s where I come in. You’ve already tied me in most title defenses, and you’re well on your way to beating my two-hundred and seventy-six day title reign. If that belt belongs to anyone right now in HKW? It’s you. Not me. Not Atwater. Not chicka chicka My Name is Jack Warren. YOU.

Felicity looked at the championship and saw her reflection. It was almost as if she were looking at a whole different person now compared to how she once was. She was still the same Felicity Banks, minus the bitterness and the “I’M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU” mentality...though, she did still believe she was.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s your title, and now… After all these months you have what you originally wanted, but you’ve had that for a little bit now. I just didn’t feel like saying it until right now.

Looking at Felicity, the corner of Onyx’s mouth quivered, as her eyes began to water slightly before she came forward and wrapped her arms around Felicity in a big ol’ hug.

ONYX PAYNE: Thank you.

It was all she could manage to say as one of her mentors, a person she looked up to, gave her one of the biggest compliments, acceptance, permission, and encouragement to achieve more than they have. Onyx was at a lost of words. Backing away from Felicity, Onyx looked at the title on her shoulder as though she had won it for the first time before looking back at her Friend while wiping the tears away from her eyes, and became more serious as she shook her head.

ONYX PAYNE: What Fran is doing to you... It isn’t right, and from where I stand I don’t see any reasoning behind it. You have helped her so much, and this is how she repays you? By stabbing you in the back? And tonight… she didn’t only disrespect you, but she disrespected me as well. I don’t take that lightly. So I just want you to know. That whatever happens, I’ll have your back. Through thick and thin.

Reaching down, Onyx began to untie the hooded sweatshirt she wore during her entrance from around her waist, and handed it to Felicity as she pushed the button on the sleeve to allow all the LED Fels on it to light up. Felicity chuckled as she looked at the sweatshirt and grabbed it from Onyx’s hands. She flung it around her shoulders to put it on, and then tapped the button to make the Fel’s light up.

FELICITY BANKS: Nifty. It’s a good thing neither of us are epileptic because that would’ve been a major problem.

The sweatshirt reminded Felicity of Christmas lights, something she loved for no reason whatsoever. After playing with the sweatshirt some, Felicity swiped her fingers through her hair and thought about Onyx’s words about Fran.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, but… It’s not like I don’t deserve it, though. I mean, I believe in karma and I feel like this is my karma. Oh whale, shit happens is how I see it. I’ll handle Fran sooner than later.

She paused, shaking her head as she looked at the ground.

FELICITY BANKS: This whole Fran situation kinda made me realize how shitty of a person I was. Like… how the hell did you forgive me? Fran hasn’t done anything but fuck me over in match after match, but you? You have a scar that reminds you of what I did, and quite frankly? That doesn’t sit right with me. Soooo, I decided to get you something else to remind you of what I did. A more pleasant reminder.

Felicity grabbed Onyx by the wrist and began walking her toward the parking lot of the arena. Once they got outside, Felicity let go of Onyx’s wrist and looked around the parking lot for what she was searching for.

FELICITY BANKS: Okay, I see it. Close your eyes! Or cover them. Whichever, it doesn’t matter.

Once Onyx covered her eyes, Felicity grabbed her by the elbow and began walking her deep into the parking lot.

FELICITY BANKS: And before you start getting any ideas - No, I’m not walking you over to get hit by a truck or anything. This thing just couldn’t fit inside the arena.

After taking a few dozen steps forward, Felicity and Onyx reached their destination. A van… that was a splitting image of the Scooby Doo Detective Agency’s van.

FELICITY BANKS: Okay, you could uncover your eyes.

Onyx slowly uncovered her eyes, and as she slowly revealed what Felicity had gotten her her eyes grew wide.

ONYX PAYNE: It’s… It’s… The Mystery Machine.

She said in shock and awe.

ONYX PAYNE: It’s so... colorful.

Walking up to the van, she began to trace her fingers over the paint job.

ONYX PAYNE: Felicity, you don’t have to give me the Mystery Machine to try and make it up to me.

She began as she turned to Felicity.

ONYX PAYNE: I forgave you for what you did because I know you. And I know how you get sometimes. You are so passionate about your work, and I know how angry you get at yourself when you know you can do something and it doesn’t work out. You’re my friend. I take notes. But this?

Onyx turned and gestured to the mystery Machine.

ONYX PAYNE: If I drive around dressed like Velma would you sit in the passenger seat and be my Daffney?

Felicity began to laugh, surprised that Onyx actually seemed to like the van.

FELICITY BANKS: Wasn’t Daffney a redhead? I’m not dying my hair red. Banks family has...issues when it comes to dealing with redheads.

She stepped towards the van, opened the passenger side door, and reached her hand into the glove compartment. She pulled out a set of keys, then closed the door and looked back over at Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: Here’s the keys.

She dropped them in Onyx’s hand, and watched as Onyx glanced down at them and noticed the keychain that were attached to them.

ONYX PAYNE: Ahhh. Fel... These are for a Chevy.

Felicity scratched at the back of her head, looking as if she were in deep thought.

FELICITY BANKS: Hm… They do say Chevy, don’t they? I think I know why too.

One last time, Felicity grabbed Onyx by the wrist and walked her around the Mystery Machine and toward a black, fully restored 1967 Chevy Impala that appeared to be in mint condition.

FELICITY BANKS: The Mystery Machine was just a joke. I wanted to see how you’d react, but this is the real gift. I don’t know diddly about cars, but someone told me that something old school might better for you. I was gonna get you one like mine, but...yah. Went with this baby instead.

Felicity walked away from Onyx and peeked her head inside the open passenger side window.

FELICITY BANKS: It has all the new technological stuff inside too like a bluetooth thingy for your phone and a CD player.

She reached inside and grabbed what was hanging off of the rearview mirror before showing it to Onyx.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s even some Minions decor in here!

Onyx couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the black beauty. She was speechless. Her mouth would open but no words would come out.

ONYX PAYNE: Fel…

The tone in her voice let Felicity know where it was going. “I can’t accept this” but, Felicity was having nothing of it as she gave her friend a look causing her to smile.

ONYX PAYNE: Thank you. But, I don't think I will get a chance to drive it. Joseph might steal it from me.

She said, almost jokingly.

FELICITY BANKS: Well, we can change that right now because I kind of drove this thing here, so…

Felicity shrugged.

FELICITY BANKS: I kinda need a ride home now…

Onyx couldn’t help but laugh.

ONYX PAYNE: I’ll give you a ride. You just go get your things, and I’ll go get mine, and I’ll let Joseph know what’s going on.

Putting her arm around Felicity, the two began to walk back towards the building as the camera zoomed in on the car while Onyx’s voice could be heard saying Thank You to Felicity one last time.
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Ye ole camera crews are doing their jobs in finding a Brad Kane in his street clothes some time after the gauntlet match that began Defiance this evening. There is a huge smile on his face as he adjusts his Syracuse basketball shirt.

BRAD KANE: Well lookie there. The old man got himself a win tonight. Kicked a man in the face. Felt good. Felt really good to kick a dude in the face.

SMACK! The man makes a loud smacking sounds with his hands indicating how impact sounded earlier in the show.

BRAD KANE: That's just the first one though. First one in a line of wins to come. Got Sho comin' up on the next show in this tournament. If there's one thing I know it's how to win a few tournaments. Back in the day I won all these kinds of things. Y'all thinkin' this dude right here. He got lucky tonight. Luck don't got a thing to do with it. You might see me as this older man, but you know something funny? These years I got on most of you gives me what you're all missing the most.

DRAMATIC SQUIRREL PAUSE

BRAD KANE: Experience. You can't make that shit up bros and hos. So this Destiny tournament? I'm gonna win the thing. And if I don't I won't make no excuses. I'll just nod at my opponent and try again later. Not like y'all that bitch on Twitter about this sort of thing. Goddamned social media whores...

Old man rant.

BRAD KANE: "YEAH I LOST SO I'MMA BITCH ABOUT IT ON TWITTER!" That's a majority of you. Get over it. Work harder. Get the win. That's all you gotta do. Regardless I'm gonna go ahead and enjoy this win tonight. Maybe get myself some breakfast food. It's on me tonight.

Wink. Walk away. End.
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The scene opens up backstage at Defiance, Jaydon is shown walking towards his dressing room holding onto his stomach, he opens the door to find BAM inside with a bottle of wine splashing it everywhere in the room, even catching Jaydon in the face.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Bruh I only like one type of liquid in my face and that ain’t it.

Jaydon bursts into laughter as Bam stands there with a disgusted look on his face.

BAM: NIGGGGAAA!! Why did you just have to go and fuck up the mood, no one wants to hear that gay shit, I think I just got sick.

Bam starts to make vomiting noises pretending as if he was about to throw up, Jaydon laughs reaching for the bottle out of Bam’s hand and taking a huge sip of the champagne.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Chill out bruh, I’m just fucking with you, I’m in a better mood than last time so I’m just trying to laugh and fuck shit up.

BAM: Yo I’m proud of you bro, you beat the shit out of Pharaoh.

JAYDON ASHAAN: I give it to the nigga though, he put up a fight but he should have known that I was going to rag tag that ass, I wasn’t playing. Even in highschool I use to make that nigga cry like a little bitch.

BAM: I can’t believe y’all use to be friends at one point and now y’all niggas cant stand each other.

JAYDON ASHAAN: All because of a bitch, yo pussy can be the sweetest thing but that shit can be dangerous too.

Jaydon takes another sip of the champagne drinking it down until it’s almost gone, he hands Bam the bottle who finishes it off.

BAM: You moving up though bro, I like that shit. I’m not going to lie I didn’t think you was going to make it long but you showed out in the ring and winning this match proved to me that you bound to be something here.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Damn no faith at all in a nigga.

BAM: Nah you just switch up careers to much, one minute you want to be a doctor and next thing you know its a firefighter and now you a fucking wrestler, but I’m rocking with you homie, now we just need you to win some more matches.

JAYDON ASHAAN: That’s already on the agenda but for some reason I don’t think this litle beef we got is over, I know Pharaoh salty and that’s cool if he wants a rematch then I can give him one, beat his ass in the ring again and call it a day.

BAM: You wild nigga, but whats up with the strip club tonight? I’m trying to see some ass and tities flopping around in my grill.

Bam gives off a huge smile.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Yeah I’m down with that, I promise my shorty I stop through but I guess I can hit the strip joint first and see what’s good with that.

BAM: My nigga.

The two continue to celebrate inside of the dressing room as the scene fades to black.

Shit was about to get real, real crazy for me and I was ready, I wasn’t backing down from shit, HKW was a place I saw myself growing, I was trying to make it on billboards and fucking banners like some of the other big name wrestlers that was walking around backstage but I knew that was going to take time.

This match with Pharaoh really woke me up though, the adrenaline and the impact of the match made me realize that these niggas not playing around. I knew my match with Pharaoh was going to end the way it did because that nigga is sick, not just mentally but physically. I never understood why he decided to invest in this career because with all this shit going on in his personal life I figured this would be the last thing he would think about.

But then again I realized with his condition it makes sense, I’m sure all that build up tension and anger he needed to find an outlet to release it all, so he chose this.

But little did he know that his first official match one on one didn’t go the way he had plan, talked all that shit but couldn’t keep up with me in the ring, I won’t knock his hustle though, he tried and while he lags behind I’ll be on my way to the motherfucking top.


Later that evening

The scene opens up at the strip club with Bam and Jaydon, Jaydon is shown in one of the private rooms getting a lap dance from one of the strippers while Bam stands near the entrance flirting with a few of the girls, Jaydon notices Legend, a guy he use to talk but now is friends with standing in the corner so he pushes the stripper off of him and walks over to him.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Good ole’ Legend, what the fuc kyou doing here?

Legend turns and looks at Jaydon.

LEGEND: What’s good winner? How are you?

Legend leans in embracing Jaydon.

JAYDON ASHAAN: I’m good, I didn’t know you was in town.

LEGEND: I had an event here so I’m just hanging out, I was at the show and saw you win, I’m proud.

JAYDON ASHAAN: You know me, out here doing my thing.

LEGEND: I miss you.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Ah, don’t get me started man.

LEGEND: I do.

JAYDON ASHAAN: Well you can show me how much you miss me in about five minutes, I’m ready to blow this whack place.

LEGEND: I’m here with my hittas but I can tell them I’m about to roll out, I rather spend the night with you anyway.

The two head in separate directions letting the people they came with know they were about to leave, Legend grabs a hold of Jaydon’s arm and the two walk out as the scene fades to black.
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Ashley Sullivan

A camera is close at hand as Ashley Sullivan begins to stir on the stretcher where she is laying while two medical personal tend to her injuries from the Bloodlust title earlier in the night. They pull back a bit as her eyes flutter open and lifts her head, a hand instinctively going to her forehead and wiping at her eyes.


ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Oww... my damn head. What the hell happened?


EMT #1: You stormed off after your match, Miss Sullivan. You fainted after you kind of over exerted yourself a bit.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Man... I had the most horrible dream. I had that bitch tapping when that Reaper scumbag Leifi came in and stole my belt from me. You were there... and you were there... And you too.

Ashley points to each individual person as she goes on. Looking around, her hands finds a baseball bat near the stretcher. She looks at it confused for a moment as if she was expecting something else.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Where's my belt?

EMT #2: Umm...

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That bitch tapped out didn't she?! I had her. No way her crazy ass could deal with that barbed wire.

She looks at the bat still in her hand as the thought begins to dawn on her.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That soda machine.... It wasn't a dream was it?

The shot goes to another camera in another hall entirely. A loud scream filled with anger and rage echoes down the hall although its source is no where in sight.
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NICOLE HAMILTON: “THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY NIGHT!”

The scene opens up with a bloody Nicole Hamilton laying on a table getting stitched up by medics. As she glares at them, she looks down at her arm before glaring her eyes at the medics looking like she’s about to rip their eyes out of their sockets.

NICOLE HAMILTON: I DID NOT LOSE! I DID NOT TAP OUT! I DID NOT GET PINNED! NONE OF THE GOD DAMN ABOVE! WHERE IS MY BELT?!?! HUH!? WHERE! THAT BELT IS MINE. NOT ASHLEY’S AND SURE AS HELL NOT THAT STUPID THIEF!....OW!”

Nicole glares over at one of the medics stitching up her arm, before pulling her arm away. She glares at the rather young medic, before shouting at him.

NICOLE HAMILTON: “AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? You look like you’re about twelve! Where’d you get your degree, clown university? GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”

Nicole shouts and tries to hop off the table…

NICOLE HAMILTON: “Where is he...WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?! I’ll kill him….I’ll kill her...I’LL KILL EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO TRIES ME. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY NIGHT! I EARNED IT! I WORKED MY ASS OFF FOR MONTHS!”

As Nicole continues to scream and shout, the medics try to hold her down as her face turns a crimson color, almost matching the color of the blood pouring out of her. She pants and breathes heavy, before yelling some more…

NICOLE HAMILTON: “This isn’t over…. THIS IS NEVER GOING TO BE OVER TILL I GET MY BELT. MYYYYY BELT. M-I-N-E MINE!”

As Nicole continues to scream, she continues to flinch and not cooperate well with the medics. Nicole glares at them, before hopping herself off the table, with a half stitched up arm, bloody and bruised as she could be, limping away from the table.

NICOLE HAMILTON: "I'M GOING TO FIND HIM ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.....I don't need your help...none of you! HE IS A DEAD MAN!"

As Nicole tries to limp away, determined to find and kill Leifi, until she falls onto the ground not getting too far. The medics roll their eyes at her dramatics, before helping her up and picking her small frame up and putting her back on the table, trying to finish their work.

NICOLE HAMILTON: "FINE! BUT I'M NOT STAYING HERE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I FELL OR BECAUSE YOU ARE MAKING ME! I'M STAYING BECAUSE I'M BLEEDING AND MY ARM FUCKING HURTS!!"

A grumpy Nicole lays there pouting, kicking her legs and screaming out in anger.

NICOLE HAMILTON: "I AM GOING TO MURDER THAT PAIN IN MY ASS AND HIS ENTIRE FAMILY!"
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The deep, erily calm voice echoed off of the walls of the hallway, despite seemingly not a soul being in sight. The cameraman looked around frantically, trying to find the source of the message, before the camera landed on someone standing just a few feet away. The individual hadn't been there before, and seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The short stature, pale, heavily scarred skin, and muscular frame was a giveaway of the man's identity: The Silent Warrior, Kai. His body was turned away from the camera, so his face was hidden from view as he spoke.

For nearly Ten long years, I've eaten my own wings and kept myself docile. Facing the world with nothing more than a mask of stoicism. There have been some who've tried to chip away, to see what lies underneath, but to no avail. Even within this very company, they've tried and tried and tried, but nothing they did could bring the pure, utter hatred out of me.

But then you came along, Knox.


The voice, which had sounded eerily calm and had the barest hint of emotion within it, had now become a sibilant hiss. Just saying the name seemed to radiate nothing but pure, unrelenting hate and contempt, all aimed at Knox Hurst.

You, you're different. Ever since you've arrived here, every action you've taken has been to get under my skin and into every synapse that makes up my being. First, you dared to harm the one person on this planet who I care for more than myself. But that wasn't enough. From there, you did every single thing you could to drag my name through the dirt. You, a pathetic little nocount who arrives on bended knees to her master, thought it would be wise to come at ME.

By this point, Kai seemed to be shaking with rage, his bulky, muscular frame visibly trembling.

I don't care about wins and losses any further. I don't care about the safety of the fans, the locker room, or anyone who you try to flee and shield yourself with. You've ASKED for this. After chipping away little by little at what all remains, you wanted what comes next.

And it's only right that I make sure you receive.


Turning slightly, the camera could see the blazing inferno of rage hidden behind his intense, Jade Green eyes. Face paint chipped away and the skin underneath exposed, Kai's expression looked downright murderous as he continued.

You try to flee through the crowd, and I'll mow every individual in attendance down without a second thought. You flee towards the locker room, and I'll tear the entire building apart. There's no boundaries, no lengths, no DEPTHS I won't sink to in order to make sure the last sight you see before your time on this world comes to an end is me... standing over your broken, beaten body.

Welcome to the Age of Armageddon, Knox-chan: There's nowhere left for you to hide.


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