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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]XXXVIII[/color]; First Niagara Center in Buffalo, New York
Topic Started: Oct 5 2015, 02:25 AM (892 Views)
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Location: Buffalo, New York
Venue: First Niagara Center
Network: HBO


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

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As the camera switches to the parking lot Fear and Loathing are scene beside their 1997 pink honda civic. Kyo gives a wide smirk as he sees the camera in his bright yellow dress with match shoes, and eyeliner. He claps his hands together with a smirk.

KYO: Well, well, well. If it isn’t our favorite people in the world.

The sarcasm drips from his lips as he rolls his eyes as he looks back at Brutus. The shakes his head no, only for Kyo to hold his hand up to stop him from speaking.

KYO: Mine as well go through this ordeal anyways then. Tonight, we’ve got a huge match for ourselves. Tonight we face off against the Generation of Miracles, a team that has a Destiny that Fear and Loathing could only hope for. You get a chance to become Global Tag team champions.

BRUTUS: BRUTUS MAD, BRUTUS HAVE NO DESTINY!

Brutus literally starts to growl like a dog as Kyo reaches up patting him on the head to try to calm him.

KYO: It’s okay big guy, it’s okay.

Brutus slowly begins to calm and he does Kyo let’s the big man place his arm around his neck.

KYO: What Brutus is trying to say is that we know we aren’t going to be on Destiny. That our hope of being on the biggest show of the year are most likely tragically lost.That doesn’t mean we don’t have a million positive things going for us. We’re about to become Air’s Ultimo Pareja, and we are the future GFP tag team champions of the world. But it stings that we’re going to be left off the biggest show of the year. No lies, that means this is our Destiny. This is our chance to prove should be where you are. On the biggest stage of them all, fighting for the greatest prize in tag team wrestling.

Kyo puts his hand on his hip as he smiles.

KYO: We want that, we need that, to validate ourselves in HKW. Not only because we are hashtag fear and loathing.

Kyo puts extends his hand out showing off his pedicure.

KYO: But because we’re the greatest tag team of all time baby. Come on Brutus.

The two men walk by the camera which Brutus pushes out of the way as he passes.

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The scene opened up backstage with two of the HKW Security Guards walking around backstage, in the middle of one of their rounds as they check off the exits of the building. They seemed to be chatting aimlessly as they walked along.

SECURITY GUARD 1: You hear about Rey? The guy’s getting his jaw wired shut after what happened last week.

His fellow security guard looked stunned at the news.

SECURITY GUARD 2: What?! No! I knew he took a hit, but -

The first guard snorted, scowling slightly.

SECURITY GUARD 1: Yeah. It was that psycho bitch nailin’ him in the face before she disappeared to get the car.

The second guard made a disgusted face.

SECURITY GUARD 2: Those two… you’d think that they’d be fired for the shit they’ve pulled over the last few -

Whatever thought the guard had was interrupted by a loud banging sound, causing both to jump and frantically look around, suddenly more alert than before.

SECURITY GUARD 1: The hell was that?!

SECURITY GUARD 2: I don’t know! It sounded like -

The banging sound was heard once again, this time louder than before as they realized it was coming from one of the nearby entrances to the arena. Slowly creeping around the corner, the two find the source as they see the entrance door, looking battered and beaten in. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed as something bashed in the door from the other side, denting the door in!

SECURITY GUARD 1: Ah, shit.

Reaching down, he grabbed onto his walkie as he clicked the button

SECURITY GUARD 1: We’ve got an attempted forced entry by the rear door. Please send backup. I repeat, please send back-

Before he could finish, the door was bashed into one final time -

- And a white and black blur slammed into he and his partner, sending them flying right into the cameraman with screams of terror! The camera fell to the ground as the sounds of metal hitting flesh could be heard and a hand limply fell into view. The scene was silent for a few tense moments, with only the sounds of strained breathing being heard from the attacker. There was a sound of shuffling, before the hand disappears from view as the body is slowly being dragged away. The scene fades moments later, just as the rest of the security arrives.

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A blast of dissident sound hits the PA all at once, pounding into the eardrums of anyone who would listen. "Schema" by Circa Survive's rhythmic lyrics soon follow, the vocals piercing through the air. The anthem continued to croon, a haunting melody that caused the world to stop and stare at the man who slowly crept his way onto the stage with a stone faced expression across his stoic features. A few pockets in the crowd let out a mighty roar of approval, cheering for the man making his way to the ring with such a cold disposition that it chilled the arena, an indifference impossible to describe.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, from Seattle Washington and weighing in at 253 pounds... KAIDEN HAWKE!

His name was hardly remembered, however, Kaiden Hawke's intangible presence spoke volumes to anyone watching, his neck clicking to the side, an inaudible crack leaving his joint. The walking vessel's eyes swung to and fro across the arena landscape, examining every sight and every sound he could absorb. A faint smirk crossed his face as he approached the steps, the song still hungrily following him. Step by step, he climbed the steel steps, expression solid once again, and walked along the apron. Climbing into the ring with a business-like air to him, he kept his attention towards his corner of the ring, wasting no time at all beginning to cling to the two perpendicular adjacent top ropes by his elbows, arching his back slightly to relax with a measure of patience adorn his face. The music began to die down, just another day at the office, while Kaiden simply paced towards the edge to gesture for a microphone before the rookie's match even started.

KAIDEN HAWKE: HKW. The land of giants. For months, you've watched men and women come and go, raging war, triumphant displays of power and agility right in this very ring for you to enjoy. They all started somewhere, one match setting the stage - the first impression to rival all other first impressions. Every champion, every legend, every fan favorite and even those less so have all been through the same thing at least once, each with very different goals in mind when they walked through that gate.

The rookie's words were concise and clear, finger extending towards the stage where he just walked out moments ago.

KAIDEN HAWKE: Some looked for gold to pad their résumé, others a reaction. Still others simply wanted to show their prowess in the squared circle in front of all of you, wanted to prove that they could be the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. And then there's Richard Dweck.

He smirked at the thought of his opponent tonight.

KAIDEN HAWKE: Dweck hasn't shown his face in hopes that tonight would be the night that he takes down a man who's name he can't quite recall so he can scratch his name right along with all the others who came before him who won in their debut match and made an impact. The kid fought since he was 14 years old, a New Jersey native who just wants to live out his childhood dream. Take heed, my friend. It won't be so easy, trust me. The man opposite you tonight isn't anyone to take lightly. His name, in case you forgot - Kaiden Hawke - and once you come down to this ring, you best be ready to give everyone watching a show.

He wipes his nose with his fingers, another smile crossing his dry lips.

KAIDEN HAWKE: The name's Kaiden. Don't forget it next time. And for those wondering, I'm open for hire.

With a smile, Kaiden spread his arms briefly as if to say 'I'm right here.'

KAIDEN HAWKE: So, Dweck... You gonna come out here and help start this show off with a bang? They're ready for you, they're all watching. Make 'em proud. Make 'em damn proud.

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DING! DING! DING!

The match started with Kaiden Hawke and Richard Dweck tying up. Hawke pulled him into a headlock, but Dweck quickly pushed Hawke away. Hawke charged back toward Dweck, but Dweck took him down with a drop toe hold, pushed himself up to his feet and dropped an elbow onto Kaiden’s back.

The match continued with Dweck keeping the advantage, hitting a barrage of moves on Hawke that consisted of a suplex, an atomic drop, and big reverse scoop slam. Dweck made the cover, but Hawke kicked out at two. Dweck went for a Canadian style back breaker, but Hawke shoved Dweck away and blasted him in the face with a huge discus elbow.

With the pace of the match now in his favor, Hawke climbed up to the rope and went for a double axehandle smash, but Dweck countered it into an atomic drop, and proceeded to hit Hawke with a t-bone suplex! Dweck made the cover, but Hawke kicked out at two once again!

Dweck has Hawke where he wants him, wrapping him quickly into a headlock and forcing his opponent right up to his feet, but an elbow stops that momentum. A back elbow smash creates some space, then it’s followed up with a discuss back elbow that plants Dweck on the ground.

Hawke tries to go for a pin, but gets a kick to the face in return before he can hook a leg, causing him to fall back into the nearest turnbuckle. There’s an ear yank snapmare from Dweck, and he follows it up with a dropkick to the back of the head! Another headlock by Dweck, but there’s a hip toss as a reversal from Hawke.

Dweck tries to climb back to his feet, but is met with a belly to belly suplex instead that nearly has him lights out as he tumbles into the turnbuckle! Hawke lifts him up and goes for a backbreaker, but it’s reversed into a sidewalk slam from Dweck. He delivers some stomps to Hawke before he manages to roll out of the way for the last one and retorts with a side headlock to stop Dweck in his tracks.

He runs up the ropes with Dweck’s head in the lock and executes a sitout facebuster that seems to have surprised the crowd some as he stands Dweck back up to his feet once more. Dweck counters with an STO and rolls Hawke over for the pinfall, but it isn’t enough, breaking out somewhere along the two count!

Dweck stands Hawke back up to his feet, but a swift kick to the gut knocks him off balance and Hawke is there to deliver the Alpha Breaker! He hooks both legs as the crowd counts with the referee…. One…. Two…. THREE!!!

WINNER KAIDEN HAWKE (7:13)
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Joey Miles is seen walking the corridors of the First Niagara Center, ready for his upcoming fatal fourway. He stops suddenly, as it appears he's being approached.

JOEY MILES: Hey.

The camera pans out a bit to reveal Danny Diamond.

DANNY DIAMOND: Hi, Joey.

JOEY MILES: I assume you're not just here to watch my match.

DANNY DIAMOND: Oh, I'll be getting a good view of that. But you are correct. I come bearing good news and bad news. Which do you want first?

JOEY MILES: It's always best to start with bad news, I suppose.

DANNY DIAMOND: Good choice. We're not going to be facing each other at Destiny.

Miles appears surprised by this news, if not a bit disappointed.

JOEY MILES: Why not?

DANNY DIAMOND: Well, that's where the good news comes in. First of all, we will still be facing each other. It's just been moved to House of Pain.

JOEY MILES: Okay, that's good ... Why, though?

DANNY DIAMOND: Well, I can't go into too much detail, but I was told that there are already plans for you at Destiny. I was looking forward to having a match with my student at the biggest HKW show of the year, but trust me when I say this, what you're getting instead is a far better opportunity. Besides, we can still tear the house down at House of Pain.

JOEY MILES: Well, alright. If you think whatever I'm getting into is a good opportunity for me, I trust you. As long as we still get our match, I'm fine with it.

DANNY DIAMOND: Absolutely. Now, go win your match, tonight. You'll need the momentum.

JOEY MILES: Alright. See you soon, Danny.

Danny nods at Joey before walking off, leaving the young superstar to wonder just what it is he's going to be doing at Destiny.

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The camera once again cuts backstage, a smug Kaiden Hawke crossing his arms over his chest with piercing eyes glancing over something to his left. Focusing his attention towards the lens, the rookie crooked his neck a bit to the side.

KAIDEN HAWKE: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a PSA for all members of the HKW locker room, offices, and the like. Come one, come all, pay attention. My name is Kaiden Hawke, and as you might know by now, I'm open for hire. What does that mean, you may ask? It's simple.

He paced the hallway, plucking a single thin black piece of plastic from his pocket, something that almost looked like an elongated iPod without a screen. In an instant, he placed the Juul between his lips and puffed out the vapor, a callous attitude about his movements while he walked into the smoke.

KAIDEN HAWKE: Everyone 'll witness my credentials in the coming weeks. I'm sure you'll see I'm more than just a rookie trying to make it big on a brand new stage. I'm just a mere man capable of walking with giants as long as I keep an eye on my surroundings. I'm a man capable of great things; there's so much in store that I wish to show you eventually. How do I accomplish such great things? Simple. By assuring you accomplish great things.

He grinned, the Juul e-cig slipped back into his slack pocket again.

KAIDEN HAWKE: You can't accomplish your goals alone. Whether you know it or not, you need assistance. That's where I come in. You have a rival you need to teach a lesson? You need to find a way to take out the man (or woman) right above you on that proverbial ladder? Need backup, a helping hand, an extra mind to help you come up with a plan? You're looking at him. No matter the crowd's opinion, I'll support you. I'll give you a helping hand and make sure your goals are met to satisfactory, no matter the cost. Sounds too good to be true, no? Well, there is a catch.

With that, his smug smile came back to his lips once again, a condescending look in his eye.

KAIDEN HAWKE: You offer me what I want in exchange. You scratch my back, I scratch yours, understand? I'm not after money, don't get me wrong, although it would be nice. No, what I'm after is much more... Intangible. What I want is the spoils of a job well done. Credit, bragging rights. Matches with some of the best in HKW. Championship title shots. That's just the tip of the iceberg, of course. I'm sure there's more once you start getting creative, but you get the picture. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?

Facing the camera once more, the rookie's expression turned serious, his back up against a white brick wall while his hands slumped into his black collared dress shirt once again.

KAIDEN HAWKE: The thing is, however... You need to understand that you and I are not friends, not allies. The instant someone else offers me a job that involves taking you down or making sure you don't reach your highest heights with a bigger reward than you offered? Well, I assume you know what happens next...

He snapped his fingers.

KAIDEN HAWKE: In the amount of time it takes me to snap my fingers, I'm on the opposing side. It's nothing personal, of course. It's business. Wrestling? It's not a career path to find friends; it's a selfish sport. And I assure you, if you respect and honor that thought process while working side by side with me as an acquaintance, you'll finally see success. And I mean real success. The kind that doesn't slip right through your fingers like water. But until that moment? Until someone else comes along? I'm indebted to you. Raise the reward, and nothing changes. Consider it an auction. How much will you give to achieve the unimaginable? What's your highest offer? That's the big question, a theory I look forward to testing time and time again.

He shrugged his shoulders, repeating his phrase once more.

KAIDEN HAWKE: The wrestling business should be treated as such - where the people willing to give the most to find success raise to the creme of the crop and those not committed enough fall to the wayside. So, let me ask you something, HKW. Let me ask you the eternal question that's been ticking away in each and every one of those fan's minds without them even knowing it.

Crossing his arms once again, he smiled brightly for everyone watching.

KAIDEN HAWKE: Who wants it more?

Walking away, the camera flickered to black in an instant while Kaiden retreated back to his locker room, each footstep reverberating throughout the arena like a solid reminder that Kaiden Hawke was here to stay.

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Kyo and Brutus, Fear and Loathing, are already in the ring, warming up as they prepare for this tag team match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, they are Kyo and Brutus...FEAR AND LOATHING!

The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system, an inflatable NFL-like tunnel on the center of the ramp as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s voice blasts through the system.

BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!


Bursting out from the inflatable tunnel to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Both are geared up in their respective attires made of gold and black colors with red trim in Leander’s and white in Vanessa’s. As Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen in the squared circle tonight.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, they are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade, THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES!

BRIAN MASON: This is a very interesting matchup as Fear and Loathing will be looking to get their name thrown around for a shot at some tag gold here tonight.

JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, slime. And Leo and Vanessa gotta make sure they go into Destiny with hella momentum, because them bitches they facing are crazy as hell.

RANDY THE PILOT: They need to wipe the floor with these GFP fools.

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DING! DING! DING!


Leander and Brutus are the two left in the ring as Vanessa kisses Leander once before quickly exiting the ring while Kyo motions to Brutus to start before exiting the ring himself. Brutus and Leander lockup, but Brutus quickly uses his strength to shove Apollo to the mat, getting a chuckle out of the big guy and Kyo, but a round of boos from the audience. Leo rolls to a knee as he stares at Brutus, who motions for him to test his luck again. Apollo gets to his feet and Brutus motions for him to step forward, but Leo stays rooted to his spot, so Brutus begins laughing again and takes his eyes off of him so as to look at Kyo, who is also laughing. Brutus then turns around and eats a Superman Punch that stuns him and drops him to a knee!

The audience cheers as Leander quickly hits the ropes, bounces off of them, and hits a dropkick that keeps the big man stunned. Leander then gets to his feet and quickly makes his way behind Brutus before hooking his head and planting him with a modified version of a reverse DDT, getting another pop from the audience! Leander then goes for the cover as Kyo shouts at Brutus to kick out!

BRIAN MASON: Leander started off shaky, but now he’s got the big man down!

JERMAINE MARKS: I’m almost stunned he got that no neck having nigga down.

RANDY THE PILOT: Dude looks like he was made out of Play-Doh.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Brutus powers out, shoving Leander off of him. Leo quickly gets to his feet and tags in his soon-to-be wife before they both walk over to Brutus and slowly get him up to both feet. They both then kick him in the gut before hooking his head and planting him with a double team DDT as the audience cheers! Leander rolls out of the ring while Vanessa goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Vanessa gets to her feet after the kickout and lands a knee drop to the face of Brutus, forcing him to roll over and allowing Vanessa to land yet another knee drop to the back of his head. Vanessa then grabs Brutus and slowly gets him up to both feet before leaping up and catching him right in the chest with a dropkick that sends him stumbling back into an empty corner. Cade then quickly gets to her feet and charges at the corner, hitting a running elbow that seems to daze the big man! The audience cheers and asks for one more, to which Vanessa nods her head to before running towards the opposite corner. Once in the opposite corner, Vanessa slaps her right elbow and charges in again, only to stop when she saw Kyo attempting to make his way into the ring. She motions for him to make a move, but he doesn’t have to as Brutus comes in and takes Cade out with a clothesline to boos from the audience.

BRIAN MASON: Damn! Vanessa was just about to get on a roll, but Brutus stopped it short thanks to Kyo!

JERMAINE MARKS: I mean, that was kinda smart by this dude...or chick or whatever the hell it is, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Man, I’m hungry as hell again.

Brutus quickly stomps away at Vanessa before hooking her legs and beginning to spin her as he lifts her off of the mat, trying to get her dizzy with a big swing! After a few revolutions, Brutus lets her go and she hits the mat hard. Brutus also seems to have gotten dizzy from all of that spinning and begin stumbling towards his corner to Kyo, but before he can go for a tag, he falls flat on his face! Kyo lets out an annoyed sigh before he quickly reaches in and tags himself into the match! Kyo then races in and goes for the cover on Vanessa!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Vanessa shoots her shoulder up and the audience cheers while Kyo quickly gets to his feet and thinks about his next move before quickly grabs the legs of Cade and locking in a figure four! Cade screams out in pain as she is inches away from the ropes, but the hold is locked in and really hurting her! Leander shouts at Vanessa words of encouragement, while Brutus just claps his hands like a toddler. Eventually, Vanessa manages to crawl towards the nearest ropes and grab hold of the bottom one, forcing the ref to get Kyo off of her by counting to four before Kyo released her.

BRIAN MASON: Vanessa gets to the ropes!

JERMAINE MARKS: But Kyo held that shit in for damn near the full count. Smart ass move there.

RANDY THE PILOT: I’ll be right back. Gonna grab myself some wings.

Kyo gets to his feet and walks over to Brutus, tagging him in before yelling at him to go on the attack. Brutus hurries over to where Vanessa is at and grabs her before lifting her up to both feet. He then hooks her head before lifting her up and planting her with a suplex! Brutus then turns her over so that she is face down on the mat before he gets to his feet and grabs her around the waist before deadlifting her, then planting her with a German suplex, keeping the bridge so at go for another pinfall attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-BROKEN UP BY LEANDER!

Leander rushes in and double foot stomps Brutus right in the chest, forcing him to release the bridge. Brutus quickly rolls away and tags out to Kyo, who rushes into the ring towards Leander, but he just tosses him up in the air before catching him with a European uppercut! Kyo falls to the mat and before Leander turns around and sees Brutus slowly getting to his feet.

BRIAN MASON: Leander just destroyed Kyo with that European uppercut!

Brutus finally gets to his feet and Leander mocks him by motioning for him to come at him. Brutus charges in, but eats a European uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards right into a handspring enzuigiri (aka Golden Goal)! Brutus falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, but Leo is quick to grab Kyo and lift him into a vertical suplex position before Vanessa comes in and drills him with a roundhouse kick, then allowing Leander to plant him with a brainbuster!

JERMAINE MARKS: AU (ARE DONE), SLIME! Kyo out cold like a shitty rapper after a fight.

Vanessa goes for the cover as Leander watches Brutus to make sure nobody breaks up the count. The ref makes the count as the audience counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners, LEANDER APOLLO AND VANESSA CADE, THE GENERATION OF MIRACLESSSSSSS!

RANDY THE PILOT: I'm back. What I miss?

Leander and Vanessa both get to their feet and have their hands raised by the ref to a big pop from the audience.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayyeeee, Leo The Tiger and his girl with the W!

BRIAN MASON: How have you not be fired yet?

JERMAINE MARKS: Let's be honest. This commentary booth should just be me.

The three commentators begin arguing in the background while Vanessa and Leander celebrate their victory.

WINNERS: Generation of Miracles (10:47)
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Brian Stryker is seen backstage in the locker room area, preparing for his tag team match later tonight. He’s tying up his kick pads as he looks up and sees his tag team partner, Brad Kane walking into the room. He seems to have a purpose in being here and it’s not to check on his tag partner.

BRIAN STRYKER: Surprised you wanted to speak to me. What’s on your mind?

BRAD KANE: I just stopped by to tell you not to fuck this up tonight. After the last time out I still got a sour taste in my mouth. That piece of crap didn’t even show up for the match. I want to make sure that you won’t leave me high and dry.

Brian laughs a bit as he rubs the side of his face. Not appreciating the tone of his “partner” he gets up to his feet and stares him in the eye.

BRIAN STRYKER: Well you don’t have to worry about me tonight. I’ll handle my business and you can handle yours.

BRAD KANE: I always handle my business. In the ring. Out of it. I do what I do better than most people here. They just can’t really notice is because I’m supposed so damn old.

BRIAN STRYKER: Just be sure to remember there’s two of us out there. Don’t You fuck this up

BRAD KANE: Oh, I won’t. I’ll ensure that the two of us manage to win this within the rules of the match.

Brad gives Stryker one final look before turning around and leaving the locker room. Stryker sighs heavily as he shakes his head and sits back down. He starts tying his other kick pad up as he stops and looks at the door that Brad left out of.

BRIAN STRYKER: This is either gonna work out great or be a total car wreck of an experience.

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As the scene fades backstage Luis Vialpando is seen making his way down the hallway snacking on a fish taco. He nods as he takes a bite out of it. He goes to open the door of his client and fellow LAX member Eva Castro's locker room.

LUIS VIALPANDO: You know those gringos actually make a damn good fish taco, Eva. You should really go get you one.

Luis takes another bite and looks up and sees Eva isn't there. He looks over to the bathroom and sees the door was closed. Luis walks over and knocks on the door.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Hey you in there? Hope you're ready for this match tonight. It's gonna be a hard one for ya.

Silence. Luis knocks again.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Eva?

Knock.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Eva you in there?

Nothing but silence. This wasn't like Eva, at all. He sat down the paper plate and opened the door. No one. No one was in the locker room but Eva's stuff was still here. Her bags. Her purse and her cell phone.

LUIS VIALPANDO: EVA?!

Luis ran into the hallway and grabbed a crew worker.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Did you see Eva leave?

CREW WORKER: N..No? I thought she was with you?

LUIS VIALPANDO: Puta madre..

Luis let's go of the crew worker and rubs his rugged cheeks. He then points to him.

LUIS VIALPANDO: Look around and see if you can find her. She left all her stuff and that isn't like her. Go! GO!

The scene begins to fade away as the two going their separate ways in search of Eva Castro.

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Defiance cuts backstage where former HKW Champion, Felicity Banks, was seen in her locker room getting prepared for her upcoming match against her cousin, Luke Wisia. Felicity was seen slipping on her kneepads with her phone pressed against her ear, looking a bit disinterested in the conversation she was having with the person on the opposite end of the line.

FELICITY BANKS: So HBO wants me to do a commercial is basically what you’re saying? I don’t understand why you couldn’t just say that from the very start of this phone call that’s already lasted waaaay too long.

She quiets down and listens to her agent, Dhamian Thomas, speaking on the other end of the line.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, whatever. I’ll do it. Makes sense since both HKW and 4CW are both on HBO or whatever. Just make sure it’s not on one of my personal days. Like, Monday’s through Friday’s are a big no no. Saturday and Sunday are my workdays only.

She stops speaking again and listens to whatever Dhamian was saying.

FELICITY BANKS: Next Saturday is fine. I’m just worried that --

Something causes Felicity to quiet down as her locker room door creaks open, causing her to look in that direction and stand up from the chair she was seated on.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m gonna have to call you back, Dhamian. Unwanted guests have arrived.

She taps her phone screen and sets it down on the chair before glancing back over at whomever her guests are.

FELICITY BANKS: Look at that. The peasant club came to see me! JEEEEEEEEEEEEESAAAAAAAAAS I feel so special right now!

As Felicity looks up she spots the No Limits Champion with one of her Trilluminaughty minions Trelicity SANKS standing in the doorway. This was actually one of the few times a vein WASN'T popping out of Fran's temple. She has a huge smile plastered on her face while Felicity looks on sullenly.

FRANCESCA: BRUH you can get smart AWWWL yawl want this week but THE TREAL JEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS GOT SOME GOOD NEWS STRAIGHT OUTTA THEM SKREETZ YAWL! Good for me though yawl this ain't finna be too good for you Fel Fel.

Fran holds out her hand to Trelicity demanding something. The fans weren't quite sure what it was as they remain silent inside the arena.

FRANCESCA: Listen yawl, when you done lost at Destiny ain't nothin' FINNA be the same again for yawl. NADA YAWL. NOTHIN'. If HKW EVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA say they tryna get some typa Hall of Fame up in this jawn bruh you ain't even FINNA be MENTIONED. Them updated record jawns gon say JESAS. Captain lawd. The NEW KWEEN FINNA BE FIRST BALLOT HALL OF FAMA YAWWWWWWWWWL!

The No Limits Champion points at herself.

FRANCESCA: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! LEGENDARY STATISTICS COMIN' MY WAY SOON YAWL!

The fans clearly hate the possibly of that happening as boos could be heard coming though from the ringside area. The 2015 Villain of the Year was staying true to her award by being booed out of the entire state. Trelicity finally handed Fran a sheet of paper.

FRANCESCA: Bruh yawl remember when them new contracts got sent to us n' the rest of these useless niggras? How yawl got the biggest money contract OUT. ON. THESE. SKREETZ? Well that jawn COMIN' TO JESAS TOO YAWL. You gonna have to start back from that entry level FIFTY THOU jawn! I'M FINNA BE SET YAWL. TELL HA TREL TREL!

Trelicity looks Felicity up and down.

TRELICITY SANKS: Hey you imposter! I was WHK World Lightweight Champion for sixty seven days on the indies! I'm the stuff!

Fran smirks.

FRANCESCA: YAAAAS! TEA!

Trelicity starts to feel confident in herself.

TRELICITY SANKS: And my Captain's going to take everything away from you!

The audience could be heard booing heavily.

FRANCESCA: TEA!

Fran repeats herself obnoxiously.

TRELICITY SANKS: For trying to keep The Fleexican in your shadow you meanie!

Trelicity's words amped the Captain up to the point where her eyes begin to swell up with tears of joy.

FRANCESCA: YAAAAAAAASSSS SPILL AWWWWL THAT TRUTH TEA. MY FLEEK ASS HEART CAN'T TAKE NO MO'. Yawl know what just go slap Fel Fel in the face she ain't shit YAWL. DO IT FOR NO LIMITS YAWL!

Fran screamed louder. Trelicity walked all the way up to Felicity. Trelicity foolishly pulled her arm back then lounged forward, but before she could attack, Felicity grabs Trelicity by the back of the head and sends her face first into the locker inside her locker room. Trelicity falls down like a sack of bricks, Fran a bit taken aback by what just happened.

FELICITY BANKS: God, she’s annoying. You’re fucking annoying. Your voice… it…

Felicity throws her hands up to the side of her head and covers her ears.

FELICITY BANKS: … it’s seriously worse than nails on the chalkboard. Like, how did I seriously not notice that until just now? When you start with that whole YAAAAAAS JEEEEEEEEEEEEESAS thing it seriously sounds like a hyena having an orgasm!

The former HKW Champion pulls her hands back down to her sides and looks down at the still knocked out Trelicity Sanks. She nudges her head with her boot and then looks back at Fran.

FELICITY BANKS: You really think you can beat me, don’t you, Fran? You really think you stand a chance at Destiny? Or are you just faking confidence because you know I’ll expose every last one of your weaknesses at Destiny and show the world what you truly are? You’re not a leader, Fran, and you never will be. You’re a follower. You’re only where you are BECAUSE OF ME!

Felicity points at herself, a slick smirk forming on her features.

FELICITY BANKS: I taught you everything that you know, but I sure as hell didn’t teach you everything that I know because of this exact reason. I KNEW deep down that eventually you were gonna pull some slick nonsense like you did at Darkness Falls. I knew once you won that No Limits championship your ego was gonna reach levels that I couldn’t even imagine. I tried to push those thoughts away, hoping that maybe - JUST MAYBE - you wouldn’t be stupid enough to cross me. But, I’m a Banks. We always get stabbed in the back by the people we care about the most and give the most to.

Felicity shakes her head as she continues to stare Fran down.

FELICITY BANKS: And truthfully? Maybe I deserve this. I damn near ended Xavier and Onyx’s careers, and I’ve done a whole lot of more messed up things in this company in the two years that I’ve been here - but, here’s the fun part, Fran.

She takes a step forward, staring directly into the eyes of her former protege.

FELICITY BANKS: You...are...not...me. You THINK you can do the same dastardly and evil things that I’ve done, Fran...but, truth is? You just don’t have it in you. I could hand you a hammer, turn my back, and tell you to take me out right now, but you? You wouldn’t do it because YOU don’t have that in you, Fran.

Felicity glances over at her gym bag and reaches her hand in, pulling out a small hammer that she brought with her for protection most likely. She drops it on the ground right by Fran’s feet and walks back over towards her former protege.

FELICITY BANKS: But me?

She chuckles somewhat sadistically.

FELICITY BANKS: Hand me that hammer, turn around, and see where you wake up… if you even wake up.

The blank face on the No Limits Champion starts to change to an expression that symbolized pent up rage. With a BIG touch of jealousy. Fran stepped right on poor Trelicity Sanks’ stomach on the way to Felicity as if Trel was actually the floor beneath her feet.

FRANCESCA: Fel FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL lemme make somethin’ clear to yawl. I’m bein’ one hunna n’ ten percent serious. Bruh you GOTTA stop sayin’ ONLY YOU the reason JESAS where she at today yawl. Not ONE time durin’ our whole fallin’ out did I deny yawl gave me my big break. Guided me from the time I tossed that cap up at my graduation. But CAPTAIN is the reason she an award winnin’ FLEEXICAN yawl. Yawl gave Talia that break...Ugly ass Ina that break….The fuck them lessers at now yawl? BITCH WHERE? WHERE LAWD?!!

Fran asked with enthusiasm.

FRANCESCA: Bruh, outta AWL the people you took under yo wing I’m the most successful one. Outta all the people yawl took under your wing JESAS is the one on all the posters. JESAS got the million dollar contract. JESAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS got the STRAP. Why? Cause I AIN’T LIKE THE REST YAWL. I’M JESAS. Wanna know somethin’ else? Yawl know deep down. From the bottom of yawl heart…..

The Captain reached forward softly poking the chest of the woman who had been more of a sister to her than her own ACTUAL blood.

FRANCESCA: If you was in my fuckin’ spot n’ I was you...You woulda turned right the fuck on me too for that GOTDAMN top spot. Don’t deny it yawl cause I know for a FACT you woulda NEVAAAAAAA let yaself be in someone else’s shadow foreva. That’s why yawl a nine-time champ already. That’s why I’M finna be NEW QUEEN at Destiny. It’s who we FUCKIN’ ARE yawl. People like us was BORN to compete for the right to run ANY fuckin’ place we twerkin’ at.

The champion looked down to the No Limits Championship belt on her shoulder.

FRANCESCA: As for strikin’ you in the head with that fuckin’ hammer? Nah. I ain’t gonna do that. Yo ass is right. Fel, Yawl ain’t understandin’ Queenie....I’m finna always love you as a person. But I ain’t FUCKIN’ standin’ you bein’ in HKW NO MO’ as an athlete. This ain’t neva been about hurtin’ yawl to that extent where yawl can’t walk again. It was that way with NEON fuckin’ ass, n’ that skank trash already done got ha arm broke OFF. Had ha career ENDED by JESAS. It ain’t like that with you, Fel Fel. It’s about JESAS wantin’ everything you got. AWWWWWL of it yawl.

Reaching up Fran twirled some of her dark brown hair that hadn’t been dyed yet…. Felicity kept her eyes squinted, letting out a sigh before she spoke back up.

FELICITY BANKS: If I was in your spot I would’ve done the same thing? No, Fran. I wouldn’t have done the same thing.

She shakes her head from side to side.

FELICITY BANKS: I wouldn’t have done the same thing because I would’ve never put myself in a position to be someone’s sidekick. I would’ve never put myself in a position to be in someone’s shadow like you did. I DIDN’T NEEEEEEED-UH someone else to help me get people to take me seriously as a wrestler like you did.

Felicity reaches forward and pokes Fran’s forehead with her right index finger.

FELICITY BANKS: And you wanna know why that is, Fran? Because like I said before… I’m a natural born leader… and you’re stuck being a natural born follower.

The former HKW Champion pushes Fran’s head back with her index finger and walks right by her former friend.

FELICITY BANKS: Clean this mess up in here, Pippen. Jordan has work to do.

With that, Felicity walks out of her locker room, leaving Fran behind while she remains standing on Trelicity. The highly annoyed Fran walked over to a glass table, lifting up a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap.

FRANCESCA: WAKE YA USELESS ASS UP. YAWL HEAR WHAT SHE CALLED ME? I AIN'T PIPPEN I'M LEBRON YAWL.

She dumped the water onto Trelicity's face. Poor Sanks woke up shocked and in pain as Fran used both her hands to drag Trel out of the locker room by her shirt collar on the dirty floor as the scene faded.

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Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System as Miles makes his way onto the stage, once the song really kicks in. He smiles sadistically at the crowd, raising both fists into the air and then makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with various fans in the front row.

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

Upon reaching the ring, Joey rolls in and pulls himself onto the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his hands on the middle rope and then pops back down.

BRIAN MASON: I'd have to admit that Joey doesn't cease to amaze me sometimes.

JERMAINE MARKS: You sound so sus saying that, slime.

Ryda by. The Game hits the PA System and Bigz Bronson comes down the ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, Bigz Bronson!

Bronson stalks around the ring before he hops onto the ring apron and gets into the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS: Who this big ass nigga slime? This Super Machine big brother or something?

BRIAN MASON: I'm not exactly sure, JC. He's new.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ninja almost made me drop my slurpie.

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.

BRIAN MASON: Pharaoh had quite the impressive showing but missed out on advancing in the Path To Destiny Tournament.

JERMAINE MARKS: Oh well. Simps just don't have that umph to win when it counts, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: Had them Atwater Choke Panties on huh, JC?

JERMAINE MARKS: One hunnad.

"Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits but no one comes out. The song hits once more but still no one comes out. Finally someone comes running down to the ringside and speaks with Whisper.

WHISPER VIPERI: I'm sorry due to her absence, Eva Castro will not be involved in this match. So this match will now be a Triple Threat match!

Whisper exits the ring and goes to take her seat next to the commentators desk.

BRIAN MASON: That is very odd. First Sho Kojima disappears and now Eva Castro.

JERMAINE MARKS: Maybe they said fuck this shit they got better shit to do than fuck around with these nothing ass niggas in this ring, slime.

RANDY THE PILOT: That ain't it. I know exactly whats going on here. It's a poltergeist guys. Think about it. It's October. Halloween month. They've been warped into some sort of portal by a polergeist.

JERMAINE MARKS: Really nigga?

RANDY THE PILOT: Forreal bruh! Gimme a rope. A helmet and a pan pizza from Dominos.

JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga would you shut yo fat ass up and call this damn match. Gosh. Do yo damn job for once nigga....And you wonder why you ain't that communications job.

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


As soon as the referee calls for the bell Bigz runs over and knocks Pharaoh out of the ring with a monstrous Big Boot. The fans at ringside stand up looking down at Pharaoh who nearly got his head taken off. His pitbull runs over and starts to lick his owner's forehead. Bigz laughs at Pharaoh before turning back towards Miles who catches the big man with a Leg Lariat. The running attack almost makes the big man fall but it only made him stumble back onto the ropes. Miles up to his knee sees this and rushes over connecting with a punching combination. As he goes to end the combination with a uppercut, Bigz simply shoves Joey away from him. Bigz shakes off the bugs and runs over to Joey trying to hit him with a Big Boot but out of no where Pharaoh is seen on the ring apron. He jumps up onto the ropes and hits a Springboard Dropkick that takes the big man down for the first time. Joey gets up to his feet and pats Pharaoh on the shoulder to tell him good job but Miles unfortunately gets it with a forearm strike. Miles stumbles back holding his head and Pharaoh follows up the attack with a clothesline.

JERMAINE MARKS: Little nigga ain't out here actin' like a simp tongiht, slime!

BRIAN MASON: Good thing cause I thought that big boot from Bronson took him out of this match up.

Pharaoh picks Miles up and Irish Whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Pharaoh starts to sprint over to the corner but out of no where he is hit with a Shoulder Tackle from Bigz Bronson. Bigz gets up to his feet and looks down at Pharaoh with s snort before picking him back up. Bronson looks over to see the groggy Joey still on the corner turnbuckle. He Irish Whips Pharaoh over to him and sprints right after him. Before could get smashed by Pharaoh and Bigz, Joey luckily moves out of the way just in time before Bigz hits a body splash on Pharaoh into the corner turnbuckle. Bigz backs up thinking he just took care of both men but frowns when he notices Joey was no longer there. Bigz then goes down as Joey dives and takes out his legs. The fans cheer as Joey stands up and taunts to the crowd. Joey then bounces off the ropes before dropping a knee into Bigz's face. He then locks in a headlock while digging his knee into Bigz's back. Bigz reaches up trying to breathe which only makes Joey tighten up his submission hold. The referee asks if he wants to quit but before he could answer Joey is forced to let go thanks to a Shining Wizard from Pharaoh. The fans boo at Pharaoh who looks down at both men. He drops an elbow on Bigz throat then goes for the pin.

ONE

TW-KICKOUT!


Pharaoh shakes his head then goes over to Joey dropping a leg drop. He then goes for a pin on him.

ONE

TW-KICKOUT!


Pharaoh slaps his hand on the mat not pleased with the count. But he doesn't bother to argue with the ref about knowing it wasn't his fault. He starts to pick up Joey but as he does so he is picked up by Bronson who hits Release German Suplex.

BRIAN MASON: Every time this young man tries to get himself an offense going he's shot down.

RANDY THE PILOT: Not sure what can keep this big dude down bruh.

Bigz gets back up to his feet and he sees Joey running towards him trying to do something but before he could Bronson places his hand on his throat. It looks as if he was about to go for a chokeslam but Joey kicks him in the mid-section until he lets go. After Bronson lets go Joey holds onto his neck catching his breath. He then goes on the attack punching the big man a few times then hits a Missile Dropkick. Joey doesn't waste any time getting back up to his feet and hitting several leg drops. He then moves Bigz onto his stomach and begins to lock in a Camel Clutch. Bronson groans at the pain and with his brute strength he takes back his arms and begins to get up to his feet. Joey looked around shocked as were the fans watching. He locked in for a sleeper hold as Bigz got up to his feet. The big man started to wobble but the submission hold wasn't enough to take him down. He looked behind him and ran backwards into the turnbuckle crushing Joey Miles inbetween them. Joey immediately lets go and drops to his knees. Bronson turned around and Body Slammed Miles into the corner turnbuckle.

BRIAN MASON: Jesus!

JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga must be related to Goliath or something.

As Bigz starts to turn back around Pharaoh runs over to him trying to hit a corner splash. Bigz catches him in mid-air and tosses him back across the ring. Bronson shakes his head at the smaller Pharaoh. He then sprints over and drives his knee into Pharaoh's chin as he began to get up to his feet. The fans boo at Bigz as he raised up his arms. The big man laughs at their displeasure and begins to stomp down on Pharaoh repeatedly before he grabs his throat. As he tightens up his grip it looks as if he were going for his finishing maneuver You Can't Breathe. But before you knew hit he lifted Pharaoh up like a rag doll and hit Ghetto Capital Cop Killer! Bronson quickly goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO




THREE!


The bell rings and Bronson stands up looking at the destruction he has caused as the scene begins to fade.

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The cameras shift backstage, catching both members of the Generation of Miracles to the roar of the crowd watching on the Tron as the two are already wearing matching golden yellow t-shirts, the tape on Apollo’s arm already undone while Vanessa’s right elbow pad is slid down to her wrist, the two in discussion as they kept walking down the corridor.

LEANDER APOLLO: Well, that wasn’t too shabby...

VANESSA CADE: We got what we needed out of it. Nice warm-up for the eventual match against Reaper Rain…

LEANDER APOLLO: ...Yeah. Just gotta keep our eyes on the prize first. And then…

Vanessa stops short in her tracks, Leander doing the same a step later before looking over at his fiancee.

VANESSA CADE: That whole thing on Subversion still bugging you, isn’t it?

A nod was all Leander could reply with, as Vanessa took the extra step closer, placing her arms around his neck.

VANESSA CADE: Look, honey...it’s not going to do you any good to keep your mind stuck on what 5150 did to Mac’s statue. I know he was your friend. I know how insulting those two have been. But we so much as give them any indication we’re being affected by this inside the ring? Half the battle already won for them going into Destiny...

LEANDER APOLLO: ...Yeah, I know. Believe me, I wish I could be the cooler head like I’m used to being, Nessie but...just, they pushed a button and even after getting in the ring tonight, I still don’t feel satisfied enough y’know?

VANESSA CADE: Then save some of that for Reaper Rain and anybody else who gets in our way leading up to Destiny. Okay?

Another nod from Leander and a quick kiss is exchanged between the two as Vanessa’s arms gradually release from Apollo’s neck as the two then make their way down the corridor and open a locker room door with their name on it, entering it…

VANESSA CADE: ...WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

The cameraman doesn’t relent from this particular verbal cue, carefully opening the door wider to observe what’s going on inside the locker room as Vanessa is holding on to Leander for dear life while the “Golden Comet” stares intently at something that’s been pinned onto the wall by a knife opposite from them. A statue head, crafted to the exact likeness of Mac Leonard, fake blood oozing out from the knife wound and dripping into the ground and in particular, an extra note written on the wall above them in long, bloody letters out of the same material used for the oozing blood coming out of the statue head.

“WE DON’T BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!”

The gaze on Leander Apollo’s eyes narrowing as he stares at the message on the wall is what we’re left with before the cameras go elsewhere.

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Defiance now goes backstage where the camera catches a exhale of cigarette smoke. The camera follows the source of the smoke to find Alessio van Duren nonchalantly leant back against a concrete wall. Noticing the camera and Defiance interviewer Eli Zayn alongside it Alessio pushes himself off the wall, a slight look of annoyance on the Dutch-Italian’s face.

ELI ZAYN: It’s like I’ve seen a ghost!

Eli’s joke doesn’t get a rise out of van Duren, who simply stands in front of Zayn, taking a large drag of his cigarette before speaking.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: I don’t have anything to say to you, or them.

He motions to the camera before exhaling and going to step past the interview who bravely puts out an arm to stop van Duren from leaving.

ELI ZAYN: Alessio, please! We rarely hear from you, let’s talk about your match tonight.

The man of few words shoots the interviewer a fierce glare before ripping Zayn’s arm away from his own body, taking a few steps back to open up his body to the camera.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: You’ve got 60 seconds.

With a clear look of discomfort Alessio drops his cigarette, putting it out with his boot as Eli speaks.

ELI ZAYN: Well, tonight you go up against Brad Kane and Brian Stryker in a Destiny Cup Preview Match alongside your partner Jay’don Ashaan, I was wondering whether you two came up with a gameplan for the match.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: A gameplan?

Alessio asks, Zayn responding with a nod. With a chuckle van Duren pats Zayn on the cheek.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: I’ve never even met the guy. I don’t know him, at all. You know what, Eli? I couldn’t even tell you if he’s here tonight or not. And that...is fine. Because I don’t need Jay’don Ashaan to beat Brad Kane and Brian Stryker. I have fucked around here for too long, I coasted - thinking that allying myself with established names would get me somewhere. We all saw how that turned out.

He runs a hand over his chiseled jaw before continuing to speak.

ALESSIO VAN DUREN: I am a man of few words, and it’s time, in this match and in the Destiny Cup that I showcase the talent that I possess to everyone. As for tonight...if I have to do it all myself, so be it. Now get out of my way.

With that, Alessio moves past Zayn, making sure to shoulder barge him in the process. The camera now fades elsewhere.

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“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace began playing, and the crowd gave a decent sized cheer as they awaited Kai’s arrival. It wasn’t even known if he would be able to make it tonight following the horrifying attack on him by Knox Hurst! After a few moments, the fans looked up at the stage in confusion as no one came out of the entrance way.

JERMAINE MARKS: This crazy nigga really here, slime? Can’t be…

BRIAN MASON: I’m not really sure, but, if he is… we’re about to find out.

After a few moments of the chorus playing, a figure emerged from the back, and the cheers picked back up as Kai, bandaged ribs and all, walked out onto the stage, dragging something along with him. After a few seconds, it became clear that what Kai was dragging wasn’t an object, it was a person… a bleeding, seemingly badly injured person.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, what the hell?! He’s here! But who -- OH HELL NAH, THAT’S STEVEN THE SECURITY GUARD!

BRIAN MASON Go save him, Randy.

RANDY THE PILOT: You’re crazier than Kai and Knox if you think I’m steppin’ anywhere near that ninja.

Grunting in discomfort, Kai dragged the poor man down the stage and ramp, tossing him into the ring without a second thought. Circling around the ringside area, he takes a steel chair from the timekeeper’s area and tosses it into the ring, before sliding in gingerly a second later. The man he’d dragged along with him earlier tried to desperately crawl away, but was stopped short as Kai wrapped an arm around his neck and yanked him up to his feet. Locking in a Hammerlock, Kai pulled a mic from his sash as he pulled it up to his lips.

KAI: This… is Steven.

He gestured to the man captive in his arms, growling as he avoided the headbutt aimed for his nose.

KAI: Steven here was a member of the building’s security detail… the same detail that tried to keep me from destroying Knox Hurst last week.

Kai grunts, wrenching on the hammer lock, before he tosses the man now identified as Steven down onto the ground. Opening the chair up, Kai rammed it down right into Steven’s back, causing him to scream out in pain as he was now trapped underneath. Kai ignored the man’s screams of pain and agony as he sat down, his left hand going up to favor his heavily wrapped up ribcage as he looks out into the crowd.

KAI: Nearly 10 years I’ve spent inside of a wrestling ring. That’s every single second of my adult life, and most of my formative years. Since the age of 14, I’ve wrestled nearly 1,200 matches here in the United States, as well as Japan. I wear the scars of 1,000 battles like badges of honor and remain stained in the blood spilled to earn them. But I take pride in none of that. No, I take pride in the fact that no matter how personal, how heated an issue I’ve had with someone, I never allowed myself to drop down to their level. I came into this ring. I drove their skull into the mat and made them tap out, and it ended there.

His jaw clenched as a small amount of anger made it’s way into those vivid, bright green eyes as he rose the mic to speak once again.

KAI: ...At least, not until now.

Deliberately stomping right at Steve’s outstretched hand, Kai took a deep breath to calm himself down.

KAI: You see… while trudging my way out here with Steve, I began to think long and hard as to what I could do once I came out here. I’m in no way going to let getting hit by a Goddamned car go unpunished, let alone anything else that Hurst has to answer for. But

KAI: I could very easily just walk into either Banks or Risky’s office and demand my match against Hurst, and it would be given. But it would only be more of the same. If not for the fact that they enjoy everything she and I have done to one another? For the fact that they’d leave it as is just to spite the so called Board of Directors…They’re enjoying the chaos and watching the inmates tear each other limb from limb with casualties all over the boards.

Kai readjusts in his seat, ignoring the groans of pain from Steve weakly struggling to try and get free of the steel chair as he ran a hand through his long, raven hair.

KAI: I’m not going to mince words, or make any idle threats. Why bother when I’ve shown what I’m willing to do, and who I’m willing to do it to . The only question now… is what are you going to do to stop me?

Kai leaned forward, stomping hard at Steve’s back as he stared intensely into the camera, causing the security guard to cry out in pain.

KAI: I’ve taken a member of your security detail hostage, beaten him within an inch of his life, and am openly challenging your authority. How many more do I have to leave lying in a pile? How many more of these fans, these loyal fans have to get caught in the crossfire and lay lawsuit after lawsuit, headline after headline at your feet? Because you know it won’t stop. As long as I’m breathing in and out, as long as she’s standing I won’t sleep. Won’t slow down, won’t Stop ... until she’s only surviving through a medical miracle. Whether or not that means I destroy everyone in that locker room, ringside, or in whatever arena we’re inhabiting is all in your hands.

Rushing out behind the curtains board member Andre Livingston is seen standing on top of the stage with a microphone in hand. He looks at the security guard and then Kai seeing that he was serious.

ANDRE LIVINGSTON: Alright?! Alright Kai please. Let the poor man go we don’t need to escalate this situation more than it already is. Please just..Just let him go!

Kai doesn’t look like he’s going to let him go unless he got what he wanted. Andre took a big gulp and sighed. He nodded.

ANDRE LIVINGSTON: Alright! Okay Kai you got it! It’s all yours. You get your unsanctioned match against Knox Hurst! You got it! Now let that man go this instant!

Rather than let the security guard go, Kai pressed down harder at his back, causing another weak cry of pain to escape his lips as the painted man gave a small smirk.

KAI: That’s all well and good… but it’s not enough.

Livingston’s cautious expression turned to one of anger as he demanded Kai let the guard go, only for Kai to shake his head in return.

KAI: I don’t know how well researched you are… but you have enough sense to know this won’t end with that match. We could beat each other to death, pull every single person in attendance into the fire and because it’s unsanctioned, you’d get off without any repercussions for what we do. But what about the next Defiance? What if I decide what I do to her in the match isn’t enough, and we keep going again and again. Then it all piles up, and what you do then? Can you sweep that under the rug like you did with the injured fans from Darkness Falls? Or the security guards from two weeks ago?

Shaking his head, Kai stomps hard at the guard’s back as he stands up, looking at Livingston as he keeps his foot in place.

KAI: You know the two under you won’t stop me. Hell, I would like to think they enjoy all of this and knowing it’s causing problems for you. So, Mr. Livingston, what else do you plan on giving me in regards to this match to make me think twice about leaving your security staff short handed?

Before Andre could talk, another member of the Board of Directors, Jago Moss, came rushing out onto the stage dressed down in what appeared to be an expensive suit. Jago looked over at Andre and mouthed “you don’t know how to talk to the insane” in Andre’s direction before ripping the microphone out of his hand.

JAGO MOSS: Unlike my… associate here, Kai, I’m not someone who gets nervous that easily. I’m not someone who will hand you whatever you want on a silver platter all for the sake of a security guard that can easily be replaced. He is not Lonny Ohno, and he is not our trust SWAT crew - whom should be out here at any moment now.

Jago turned his head over his shoulder and checked to see if ODBIII or GRIM were coming out, but… nothing.

JAGO MOSS: How about we go about this a different way, Kai? How about you tell us what you want, and we’ll see whether or not poor Steven’s well being is… how do you say…

The young board member looked over at Andre and pondered over his next few words.

JAGO MOSS: For lack of a better word - or words - worth the cost of what we have to pay. Trust us, Kai. We’re tired of this. We’re sick of you and Knox nearly killing someone on our program week in and week out and we want this end to just as much as you do. So, be a gentlemen and tell us exactly what it is that the silent assassin wants, and we’ll decide whether or not that’s something we can do for you.

A tense silence followed as Kai stared blankly at Moss and Livingston, before his eyes slowly moved down to Steven, who looked as if he were trying to scratch and crawl his way towards the bottom rope.

KAI: ...Your referee doesn’t try to intervene. He doesn’t stop this match for anything other than a pinfall or submission. If we cripple, maim, or do far far worse to one another? The match won’t end unless someone’s shoulders are pinned to the mat or they give up.

Running a hand through his hair, Kai paused for a moment as he tried to find the words, before continuing on.

KAI: And… once this is over and done with, once the blood’s been spilt and bones broken beyond repair… one of us is gone. Once I end her, or if by some miracle she scrounges up the guts to actually finish me off, the loser is forever banned from Hard Knox Wrestling.

The crowd oooh’s and pops big after Kai’s words, while Jago and Andre begin talking it over away from the microphone. After discussing for a few moments, both Andre and Jago shrug their shoulders and turn their attention back to the ring.

JAGO MOSS: Fine. You have your unsanctioned match with Knox Hurst at Destiny with the loser being barred from any and all HKW events from here on out. Now… could you please let Steven go? I’m sure his children are watching the broadcast right now and are worried sick.

Looking down at Steven with a sneer, Kai rose his boot up, finally letting him up as he rolled out of the ring. Clutching his arm, the battered and bruised security guard sprinted up the ramp and past both Board Members, not stopping until he was far away from the man in the middle of the ring as possible. Andre watched Steven run past him and rubbed the back of his bald head. He turned back towards Kai and shrugged his shoulders.

ANDRE LIVINGSTON: Well Kai since you seem a bit amped up here. Lemme ask you a question. Are you ready to go? Because I mean you obviously have these fans a bit anxious to see some more action so why don’t we all just do our jobs and give these fine folks what they want? Huh? What do you say? Let’s go ahead and get you opponent for tonight out here and keep this show on track!

The fans cheer as both Jago and Andre smirk in Kai’s direction before they walk up the ramp and make their way backstage.

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

The audience cheers as Kia just stares a hole through Page.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, to my left, he is JIMMY PAGE!

Jimmy stares right back at Kai as the audience boos him. Whisper quickly exits the ring, letting the ref then call for the bell to kick off the match.

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DING! DING! DING!


BRIAN MASON: Alright, this is a fairly interesting matchup here as Kai and Page will likely look to take out their rage on one another.

JERMAINE MARKS: This about to be a fucking fight.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn right it is! Kai about to give Page them hands, broken...everything and all!

Kai and Page slowly circle the ring before they finally lockup. Kai almost immediately gets Jimmy in a headlock as the audience cheers, but Page drives an elbow into Kai's ribs, forcing him to wince out in pain before releasing the headlock and stumbling away from him. Page waits for Kia to turn around before he catches him with a straight to the jaw that sends him stumbling back into a corner.

Page, not done with Kai yet, catches the cornered wrestler with rapid fire forearm shots that get boos from the audience. Once he beats him down to the point where Kai is sitting on the mat, Page taunts the audience and gets an even louder round of boos. Page then walks back over to Kai and begins stomping away at him. He then gets Kai to his feet before kicking him in the gut, forcing him to keel over. He then hooks both of Kai's arms, lifts him, and drops him with a double underhook suplex! Page then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Page has been merciless in his attack!

JERMAINE MARKS: I mean, he is trying to win a match, Mase

RANDY THE PILOT: You dumb as shit, Brian.

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Page gets to his feet and shakes his head at the ref before beginning to stomp away at Kai again. Jimmy then grabs Kai by his hair (getting a warning from the ref) and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the ropes. Kai hits them and bounces back, only to catch Page off guard with a running forearm smash that floors the former FGA World champion! Kai quickly goes for the cover as the audience cheers!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Kai gets to his feet as fast as he possibly can before he waits for Page to get to his. Kai then waits for Page to turn around before catching him with a crooked arm lariat that floors the champ once again! But Kai knows he has to do more, so he grabs Jimmy by the hair and slowly gets him to his feet before slipping behind him and hoping him around the waist and going to lift him, only to stop because of his ribs. Taking one deep breath, Kai goes to lift Jimmy again and successfully does it, dropping Page and keeping the bridge afterwards as the ref counts!

BRIAN MASON: Those ribs are definitely not gonna help Kai in this match.

JERMAINE MARKS: The dude don't got a single healthy body part right now.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn near wrapped up so much might as well call him a mummy.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jimmy gets his shoulder up and Kia just goes back on the attack as he quickly mounts himself on top of Page and catches him with multiple punches to the head. After letting out some of that frustration, Kai gets himself and Jimmy up to both feet before irish whipping Jimmy towards the nearest corner. Jimmy hits it and Kai comes in with a running forearm before he begins firing off with knife edge chops!

Jimmy howls out in pain as Kai puts full force behind those chops, the audience cheering him on. Kai then begins with some rapid fire headbutts to the cranium of Page as the audience counts until 10 before Kai stops. Page is leaning up against the corner as he starts bleeding from the forehead, but Kia spins him around, hooks his arms from behind, and pulls him close to the center of the ring before taking another deep breath. He then proceeds to lift Page and plant him with a dragon suplex with a bridge! The audience applauds the feat of strength as the ref makes the count!

BRIAN MASON: Kai is looking impressive right now!

JERMAINE MARKS: Kinda surprised, to be honest.

RANDY THE PILOT: I told y'all!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Kai groans out in a mixture of pain and annoyance. He slowly gets to his feet and looks over at the close by corner, the audience telling him to take air. Kai quickly heads to the corner and climbs out onto the apron before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Kai gets to the top after a couple of seconds before he leaps off, looking to hit a swan dive headbutt, only for Page to move out of the way at the last second!

RANDY THE PILOT: OH HELL NAH.

Page slowly gets to his feet, cackling, before he grabs Kai. He lifts Kai into the powerbomb position, then throws him into the corner, forcing Kai's back to hit the turnbuckles!

JERMAINE MARKS: Well, this nigga just broke even more bones.

Kai stumbles out of the corner and Page spins before drilling him with a rolling elbow that sends Kai falling to the mat!

BRIAN MASON: OUCH! Concussion connects! That's lights out for Kai!

Jimmy drops down and goes for the cover as the audience goes dead silent while the ref makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here's your winner....JIMMYYYYYYYY PAGE!

Jimmy gets to his feet and the ref goes to raise his hand, but Page shoves him away. Page then looks out at the audience and screams "King of the FN World" at them as they begin booing him yet again.

BRIAN MASON: Jimmy Page picks up the win against a not so healthy Kai.

JERMAINE MARKS: Them ribs and head probably ain't feeling too great right now.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Kai a fighter though, so you can't blame em too much for wanting to fight.

WINNER: Jimmy Page (7:22)
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As the scene fades backstage one half of Reaper Rain and the current reigning World Tag Team Champions Lance Winters kicks into the door of his partner’s locker room with a wide eyed smile on his face.

LANCE WINTERS: HONEY, I’M HOME!

Winters then does a little dance and smiles over to Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: How you DOING buddy?

XAD looks up at Lance with a tired glare, tightening his knee brace as he went to stand up, hobbling over to the much larger Winters, much to his surprise.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: How am I doing, Lance…? I got jumped by some psychopath for some tweets I don’t remember even typing, and he nearly shattered my knee again along with forcing an entire pill bottle down my throat. Something my lawyer’s going to have to explain when I go back to court.

Daniels began pacing the floor in front of Winters, visibly enraged.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: So that how am I doing thing? I’m angry I’m furious. I’m… I’m… I’m freaking pissed off here! I wanna get back at him and kick HIS goddamn teeth in for what he did last show!

Winters blinked, having never seen Daniels lose his composure like this over something.

LANCE WINTERS: Zavvyyy…

Lance sits down on the ground in Indian style looking up at Xavier.

LANCE WINTERS: You’ve NEVER turned me on SO MUCH UNTIL now.

Xavier shakes his head and Winters laughs.

LANCE WINTERS: BUT REALLY. Hey..I know. I TOOK CARE of that mother fuck. At least best I could. But goddamn Xavier you make me feel like I need to have SHELTON BABYSIT you or something.

Winters gets back up to his feet holding his championship belt.

LANCE WINTERS: SAY YOU want to hold this fucking title for a while BUT HOW can we when you’re letting yourself get fucked FROM BEHIND whenever I’M not around?

XAD growled at the last comment, but let it drop for now as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You’re… you’re not getting me, Lance. I’m grateful that you roughed him up, but I wanna do it myself. I’m ALWAYS the one on the receiving end of getting my ass handed to me. Every single time. And that was the last straw. I’m not letting someone with a “Friend” -

Daniels used air quotes as he spat out the word friend.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: - who he needs to win his matches for him be able to do the same. Not this time! I just… I need. I want to hurt him, Lance. I don’t know how else I have to say it, but I want to hurt him

Lance looks up to him with a smirk on his face.

LANCE WINTERS: So what you saying? YOU WANNA kick these guys’ asses???

He bites his lip hoping that he says yes. XAD looks up at him with a determined glare, picking up his tag title and placing it over his shoulder.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Lanceee… that’s exactly what I’m saying right now. I wanna kick their asses, and kick ‘em badly. So… wanna help me figure out where to stop…

Daniels smirked up at him, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Partner?

Lance eagerly nods.

LANCE WINTERS: LET’S go find these SUCKERS.

The two walk out of the locker room as the scene begins to fade away.

LANCE WINTERS: WARRRRRRRRIIOORRRSS. COME OUT TO PLLLLAAAYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEYYYAAYYY!!!!

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After a brief moment of darkness, Luke Wisia walks away from the shadows with his own personal camera at hand. It was a close up on his face like out of one of the scenes from the “Blair Witch Project”, his eye slightly twitching.

LUKE WISIA: Lost my medication yesterday.

He turns his neck awkwardly and there’s a small “crack” as he tilts his head back in relief. It sounds like he’s gargling on his own spit for a moment as he hocked a loogie into one of the dark corners, out of sight of the screen.

LUKE WISIA: And I’ve BEEN THINKING SOME! See… I’m not the crazy one. Colton Sterling is the one with the manic depression, not me. Just cause I lost my Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-Saturday-Sunday BOX DOESN’T MEAN THAT I AIN’T THE ONE THAT CAN’T HOLD IT TOGETHER! You see… the ‘Golden Boy’ isn’t a reference, it’s a meaning. A meaning to life, to health. A meaning to perfection. Colton has built up this perfect image of himself that he’s afraid to see crumble in someone else’s hand. MY HANDS. MY CONTROL. THIS IS ALL BOUT ME!

Luke makes a duckface at the camera and thinks about what he’s saying, deciding that it’s not insane, and starts to pace back and forth while he talks.

LUKE WISIA: Failure, that’s what Colton is scared to death of. He don’t know what it’s like to have the world lookin’ from the outside and judgin’ you for just bein’ yourself. Makes me wonder if that’s the REAL Colton Sterling that we all see out there. The one with the white picket fence, the girlfriend, the longest reingin’ No Limits Champ, the win after win after win after win after…. well, you pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down.

Wisia licks his lips and his eyes narrow. He starts to rub the camera lense as if it were a valuable egg.

LUKE WISIA: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. NO!

His eyes widen again.

LUKE WISIA: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE! It’s easy to create an image of someone… burn it into your memory and make you all some brainless shitfaces. Colton thinks he is gonna get in that ring with me and steamroll me like I’m just the next opponent on his list of success. I’m gonna burn Colton’s world to the ground… This fightin’ around everywhere BULLSHIT ain’t gonna cut it, because I’m the brains of this operation.

He starts to poke himself in the forehead over and over as hard as he can. Then scratches down his face with his fingernails, leaving little traces of blood.

LUKE WISIA: COLTON IS A FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION, HE’S NOT EVEN REAL! YOU! Ya’ll created this version of Colton. Like it’s some kinda create a player in a video game…---

Luke looks around like a fly was buzzing around his head and stops mid-sentence. He sets the camera down and sits in the corner, wrapping his legs up with his arms, and rocking back and forth with his head dug into his elbows.

Then he hears a noise that makes him turn his head, and sees Colton Sterling walk onto the scene…. Wisia lays down on his stomach and pulls up some fake binoculars to his face, military crawling his way underneath the nearby curtain, listening in on Sterling as he approaches one stagehand who seems to just be lazily looking at some of the papers. Neither of them seem to have noticed him.

COLTON STERLING: Hey, Brent. Heard your wife finally gave birth last week. How is she and the baby?

Brent slaps Colt on the shoulder as a smile forms on his face.

BRENT THE STAGEHAND: She’s doing fine. And our daughter, Katie, is doing fine as well. Thanks for asking.

COLTON STERLING: Must be a handful already, huh?

BRENT THE STAGEHAND: Oh yeah. She’s a handful and then some, but in the end, having this kid is going to be a worthwhile experience. I’m sure you’ll learn the same thing later. After all, you and Ash seem very close-

Colton lets out a quick cough, interrupting Brent.

COLTON STERLING: I’m not really into the idea of having kids, to be honest with you. Especially not with this profession that I got. But regardless of all of that, congrats on the newborn.

BRENT THE STAGEHAND: Thank you. By the way, where did you get that watch? It looks great.

Brent motions to the gold watch around Colt’s wrist and he smiles as he stares at the time on it before looking back over at Brent.

COLTON STERLING: Yeah, I got it from my dad. It was one of the few possessions he had left and it’s the only thing of his that I now have. Sort of serves me as a reminder of the great times he and I had in those few years I called him dad.

Colt looks down at the watch again and Brent realizes what a touchy subject this is, so he quickly pats Colt on the back before trying to make him feel better about having been fatherless since he was still considered a toddler.

BRENT THE STAGEHAND: No father figure and look what you’ve done for yourself. Impressive, kid.

Colt chuckles and nods.

COLTON STERLING: Thanks, Brent. I’m gonna let you get back to work cause I gotta go get ready for this match and I know you’ve got stuff to do too. I’ll talk to you later.

Colton heads off as Brent goes back to reading the papers he has in his hands. Luke, on the other hand, has stopped looking through his fake binoculars and is now looking back at the camera, a small smile forming on his face.

LUKE WISIA: Weakness… the root of all evil. Never show your weakness to the man who wants to destroy you.

Luke leans forward and licks the lense of the camera before shutting it off to the ending of a black screen.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Destiny Cup preview tag team match!

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION!”

Alessio van Duren splits the curtain, strutting out from the back with a confident air about him as he surveys the crowd for a brief second before dismissing them with a slight chuckle. He then begins to make his way down to the ring, cracking his knuckles before ensuring that his wrist tape is strapped on tight.

"Never catch me slipping, red cup solo sipping out the whip with yo’ bitches,
Don't give a fuck about opinions, that don't pay the bills,
I'm just keeping it real!"


van Duren slaps the steel steps twice in quick succession before making his way up them and into the ring all in one swift motions. He stretches in the centre of the ring for a quick moment before reminding the fans of his feelings toward them. Alessio then retreats into his corner, waiting on his partner.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first,making his way to the ring from Milan, Italy, weighing 229lbs, Alessiooooo vaaaan Duren!!

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: And his tag team partner, 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 then back at AVD as they wait for their opponents.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents...

The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as the opening guitar is heard echoing through the arena. Fans cheer loudly as "The Hero” by Amon Amarth is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment when the song breaks through. The lights come back on in the arena. Standing before them is that old familiar face with a slight smirk. Brad Kane stands on the stage telling people to get up to their feet if they aren't already. Feeling the pounding music he begins to walk to the ring slapping the hands of all the fans who have their hands over the barricade.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents first, from Belfast, Northern Ireland weighing in tonight at 218 pounds, “The Strong Style Tripod” Brad Kane!

Brad continues to walk around ringside showing more love for the fans who made him into a world traveled wrestler before hopping up to the ring apron. He jumps up over the top rope and leaps up to the second turnbuckle closest to him. Brad throws his arms into the air before jumping off and backing into said corner waiting for Brian Stryker to come down the aisle.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner...

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: And his tag team partner 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.

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DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings as Alessio and Jay’don argue over who is going to start the match. Kane and Stryker look at each other as Stryker throws up his hands stepping out of the ring letting Kane steps out of the ring. Finally, after a vehement discussion Jay’don exits the ring onto the ring apron allowing Alessio to start the match

BRIAN MASON: There’s a lot of tension here between these four. As both tag teams seem to have trouble figuring out who will even start this match.

RANDY THE PILOT: Naw, you’re kidding Mase? I wouldn’t think that the four men competing for the same spot at Destiny would have issues.

JERMAINE MARKS: Kane and Stryker at least seem to have some kind of arrangement here. Jay’don and AVD look like that bout to throw down.

Brad and Alessio tie up in the center of the ring, Alessio goes straight into a headlock which the experienced Kane immediately counters with a series of forearms to the liver. Alessio is forced to break the hold which Kane quickly capitalizes on with a huge european uppercut that drops Duren to the canvas.

BRIAN MASON: Kane has a serious advantage in striking here, Alessio needs to change his strategy.

RANDY THE PILOT: You’d think that Alessio would have known that coming into the match, but Brad will light him up if he doesn’t learn it soon.

JERMAINE MARKS: Kane’s a great striker, damn it, no pun intended.

Kane backs away with an air of confidence about him motioning for Alessio to get to his feet. Duren takes his time getting to his feet. The two men lock up again this time AVD drops down taking Kane over with a fireman’s carry take over transitioning into an armbar to Kane’s left arm. Alessio holds onto Kane’s arm with one arm, while reaching down and slapping the experienced veteran in the head.

BRIAN MASON: Duren taking control with some great mat wrestling here.

JERMAINE MARKS: He’s making Kane his bitch with that slap to the head.

Kane makes his way to his feet cautiously, pushing Duren’s arm away Kane clutches his fist then delivers a vicious right hand to Duren’s jaw. Duren’s grip loosens allowing Kane to pull him into a body slam. Duren arches his back in pain. Reaching down Kane lifts Duren off the canvas and pulls him into a vertical suplex. Kane goes over hitting an elbow drop on Duren and making a quick cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!


AVD kicks out quickly, but Kane capitalizes locking in a chinlock. The referee checks in on Alessio who gets up to one knee then to a vertical base, Kane releases the hold knowing trying to advance his advantage. He takes another wild swing at AVD but this time Duren ducks behind him and lifts him with a quick back suplex dropping Kane on the back of his head. Holding onto Kane he brings him to his feet, and delivers a side suplex.

BRIAN MASON: Alessio has been really impressive here. Standing his own with a veteran like Brad Kane.

JERMAINE MARKS: He’s not only holding his own he’s controlling this match up.

Duren lifts Kane off the mat as Kane holds the back of his head and neck. Duren irish whips Kane into his corner, following him in he hits a clothesline that rocks the veteran. Taking a step back Duren lays into Kane with a series of three European uppercuts that cause Brad to drop down into a seated position. AVD is relentless as he delivers a facewash to Kane.

As he does Jay’don tags himself in. Duren glares at Jay’don as the two shout at each other. Jay’don pushes Duren who gives a cocky smirk before backing out of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Jay’don tagged himself was getting into this match no matter what.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know but Alessio had this under control.

Jay’don immediately goes back to work on Kane, laying into him with stomps to the midsection. Reaching down Jay’don aggressively pulls Kane out of the corner into a t-bone suplex, again dropping Kane onto his back and neck.Kane holds the back of his as Jay’don kips up and goes back to work on Kane dropping a quick leg drop then following up with a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--KICKOUT!


BRIAN MASON: Kane really needs to make a tag soon.

RANDY THE PILOT: I’m think that was an experienced move by Brad. I don’t see it taking him that long to kick out of a leg drop.

JERMAINE MARKS: I hope not or he has absolutely no shot in the Destiny cup matches. Nigga will submit to a headlock.

Jay’don gives a quick glance at the referee, before grabbing Kane and lifting him to his feet. However, Kane strikes him with a kick to the left knee that drops Jay’don down on his right knee. Kane quickly capitalizes by hitting a stiff kick to the temple of Ashaan. Kane staggers forward as he slowly makes his way towards Stryker who has his extended out for the tag. Jay’don is just getting to his feet as Kane makes the tag.

JERMAINE MARKS: And that’s why Jay’don shouldn’t have tagged himself in. Alessio had this shit locked down, and Ashaan’s ego got in the way.

There’s the tag!

Brian springs into action jumping over the top rope, running at Ashaan he connects with a running hurricanrana taking Ash to the ground. The high flier looks over as Jay’don stumbles to his feet, turning around he’s met with an arm drag.

BRIAN MASON: Styrker is on fire here.

JERMAINE MARKS: He should be he hasn’t done shit all match.

Again Jay’don quickly gets to his feet, Stryker hits a kick to the leg, followed by a right hood to the jaw, and capped off with a jumping knee to jaw which drops Jay’don to the ground. Brian drops down making the cover, but before the referee gets to count AVD breaks up the pin. The referee escorts Duren back to his corner, distracting Brian slightly.

BRIAN MASON: Duren breaks up the pinfall.

RANDY THE PILOT: Alessio single handle trying to keep his team in this match

JERMAINE MARKS: AVD is going to be a damn force in the Destiny Cup, I promise you that.

Turning back around Stryker is met with a spear. Jay’don then starts to measure Stryker up backing into his corner ready to blast with #ashdown. Stryker starts to shake off the effects of the spear, slowly getting to one knee. Just as Jay’don gets ready to plaster Stryker, Duren tags himself into the match. Jay’don frustration is immediate as he gets into Duren’s face as he enters the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Jay’don and Duren are about to go at it.

JERMAINE MARKS: Duren is probably sick of carrying his ass.

Duren shoves Jay’don again, but this time Jay’don hits Duren with a right hand. Alessio returns the favor, the two men go back and forth trading right hands.

RANDY THE PILOT: It’s on!

Jay’don is dropped to the ground by Duren. Kane gets in the ring, ignoring the referee protest. He grabs Duren’s shoulder turning him around hitting a European uppercut causing Duren to turn his head holding his jaw. Brian goes for a clothesline but AVD ducks causing Brian to clothesline Kane to the ground.

JERMAINE MARKS: Holy shit Stryker just took out Kane!

Brian looks down holding his head, not believing the mistake he made. He helps Kane to his feet and is met with a kick to the gut, as Kane and Stryker begin to throw back and forth.

BRIAN MASON: That was clearly an accident by Stryker but I don’t think Kane’s buying it.

RANDY THE PILOT: Not at all! Both teams have now imploded.

JERMAINE MARKS: Had to know this might happen man.

As this is happening Jay’don catches Duren with a forearm to the jaw. Both sets of partners go at it the referee tries to gain control but can’t. Jay’don takes down Duren again this time with a ddt. Stryker hits Kane with a cutter, then Jaydon goes straight after Stryker. The two exchanging shots as the referee calls for the bell throwing the match out.

BRIAN MASON: The referee couldn’t restore order here as all four men seem to be content on destroying each other.

JERMAINE MARKS: Basically, nobody gives cares about the match anymore, not even the ref.

Kane and Duren get to their feet, as both men go after their respective partners but end up intersecting with each other and trading blows. The referee motions to the back, as security comes racing down the ramp, flooding into the ring. The security floods into the ring separating the men.

DING! DING! DING!

All four men are taken to different corners of the ring as they shout at each other. Trying to push their way through the security as the crowd chants “Let them fight”.

WHISPER VIPERI: This match has been ruled a no contest!

The camera flashes back to the ring as the four men are still trying to get at each other, looking as if they were to keep the fight going as the show goes to the back.

WINNERS - NO CONTEST (8:50)
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The scene opens up inside Defiance General Manager Romeo Price’s office. He is seen signing off on a few documents while speaking on the phone to someone. The door opens and in comes Board of Directors Member Zero McHannon. Romeo doesn’t bother to look up to see who enter his office he simply gets off the phone and looks at a file. McHannon stands in the doorway with his arms crossed, once again staring a hole through the Defiance General Manager like he has done many times before.

ROMEO PRICE: Hmph...Can you believe these Board of Directors pricks allowing that goddamn unsanctioned match to happen at Destiny?

Romeo shrugs his shoulders and picks up his glass of Scotch.

ROMEO PRICE: Oh well...Something I don’t necessarily have to worry about I guess…

He smirks as he looks up to Zero while taking a sip from his glass.

ROMEO PRICE: But I suppose you already know about that don’t you Mr. McHannon…

Zero struts across the room and unexpectedly slaps the glass out of Romeo’s hand as it flies against the wall and shatters. Zero’s eyes turn cold, looking as if he had finally reaches his breaking point with Romeo.

ZERO MCHANNON: I fucking told you. I told you to stay away from anyone that I consider my family. I told you to back OFF and let us go our separate ways. I told you that if any of these things happened again, I’d beat you until you were senseless. Even after that, I gave you some bending room and some leadway, but you just kept pushing and pushing.

McHannon slams his hands down on the desk, almost spitting as he yells.

ZERO MCHANNON: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BLOODSHED CHAMPIONSHIP!?!

Price begins to laugh.

ROMEO PRICE: Hahaha whoa. Mr. McHannon. Temper, temper.

He looks over to the Scotch that has dampened the carpet floor.

ROMEO PRICE: What a waste….That old man was….

With a smirk etched on his face he looks back over to Zero.

ROMEO PRICE: Do you honestly think you coming in here acting like a madman scares me Mr. McHannon. It’s nothing more than comical, really. Gives me a good chuckle...Is that what you aimed to do? Make Romeo Price smile? Loosen up a bit?

Romeo begins to clap with a light chuckle that comes with it.

ROMEO PRICE: Then bravo Mr. McHannon. Bravo indeed…

Zero falls to his knees in the middle of Romeo’s office, choked up, and lost for words. He just stares blankly at Price, giving a slow and small shake from his head.

ZERO MCHANNON: You piece of shit.

A tear falls down one of his cheeks as he wipes it away in a hurry, closing his eyes hard and slowly pulling himself back up to his feet with thanks of a nearby chair in the office. Without thinking, he kicks the desk, causing it to scoot across the floor and making Romeo have to stand to his feet to avoid impact.

ZERO MCHANNON: No… You got exactly what you wanted. You’re insane. You’re cold. You’re exactly what’s wrong with everyone else in this world. And if I was the man I use to be, I’d slam your head through that fucking window and leave you to bleed out.

In all his anger, Zero wipes his hand across Romeo’s desk and clears it in one fell swoop. He beats his fists on the table like a child for a second before taking a step away.

ZERO MCHANNON: You’ve taken the last thing from me that you’ll ever get your hands on. I’ll be damned if you rip away everything that means anything to me in my life anymore… You refused to leave my friends and family alone.

He turns around and stares at Price.

ZERO MCHANNON: And I’m not a moron. It took me a few hours, but I noticed it. The Bloodshed Championship missing from my house. The will Devin left behind, leaving me what little he owned. Saying that it was my shadow… I already knew it was you, Romeo. That old man deserved a lot better than any of this shit. It didn’t need to be public information, but you made sure that wouldn’t happen… didn’t you? This ends now. And it’s not ending with words and agreements anymore. This has gone farther than just shaking hands and letting bygones be bygones.

Romeo slowly makes his way over to Zero. He reaches out to place his hand on his shoulder but Zero pulls away from him. Price shrugs and laughs a little.

ROMEO PRICE: Mr. McHannon...I’m not exactly sure what you’re trying to accuse me of here but it doesn’t sound too good. You come in here making a ruckus. A mess. Making a complete ass out of yourself as if you were a damn five year old who's throwing a temper tantrum. Falling to your knees crying and what not. Please...Stop the theatrics Mr. McHannon you’re far too old for that.

Romeo looks into Zero’s eyes seeing just how pissed off he was.

ROMEO PRICE: Are you really trying to accuse me of going to Miami, FL...And killing your little own Mickey Goldmill of sorts. A man who was more like a father than your own piece of shit father ever was. Are you actually coming in here and accusing me...Me? Of...Murdering your dear old stand-in father? And making it look like it was a heart attack? Then…

He looks away and rubs his temple. He looks back up to Zero and chuckles.

ROMEO PRICE: ..Then forging up some type of will that leaves everything to you? Why on Earth would I want to help you in some sort of way like that Mr. McHannon? Hmm? And then find the time to break into your Long Island home just to steal an old championship belt?

Romeo turns starting to walk away from him while shaking his head.

ROMEO PRICE: C’mon now Mako...I’d have to be some sort of federal government assassin to do such a thing and get away with it…

Romeo stops and taps his lips. He looks back over to Zero and laughs. Slowly making his way back over to him.

ROMEO PRICE: Apologies, Desmond…

He sighs but can’t help but laugh.

ROMEO PRICE: Zero...Mr. McHannon….I think you have me confused with someone else...That just doesn’t sound like me at all. I understand you may be feeling a bit distressed during this tough time and you’re looking for someone to blame…

He shrugs while shaking his head some.

ROMEO PRICE: But I’m sorry Mr. McHannon I’m just not the guy you’re looking for….

Zero slowly walks up to Price, a sickening look across his face.

ZERO MCHANNON: Quit acting like I’m stupid, Romeo…

There’s some silence and staring, then… WHAM! A lightning swift punch comes out of nowhere and unexpected. Zero hit Romeo so hard that it causes him to fall backwards into the wall behind him, where he catches himself before having the chance to fall on the floor. McHannon is holding his hand in pain from the punch and instantly has already turned to walk away.

ZERO MCHANNON: You’re lucky I don’t end your life, piece of shit. Like I said, consider yourself lucky that I’m a changed man.

He makes his way to the door and takes one last look over his shoulder before shuffling his way into the hallway with his head down, leaving Romeo in the mess of the office and the jab he took square on the chin. Romeo rubs his chin and smiles. He nods and begins to laugh as the scene begins to fade away.

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Eli Zayn is standing by with one of the newly crowned contenders to Onyx Payne’s World Championship at Destiny, Shane Atwater. A cheer goes up from the crowd as Shane stands off to the side, rubbing his chin lightly, clearly not happy in light of what happened last week.

ELI ZAYN: Shane...I know you’ve got a big match coming up, but this will just take a moment of your time.

Shane shakes his head, sighing.

SHANE ATWATER: Shoot, Eli.

ELI ZAYN: Well...considering everything that went down last week, both with the main event of Defiance...and the aftermath...we haven’t heard much from you in a few days. So...your thoughts?

Shane shoots Eli a look, chewing on the inside of his lip a moment before speaking.

SHANE ATWATER: My thoughts...My thoughts are...That I’ve got a couple of apologies to make. I’ve already made one privately, to the official in the main event...What happened that night, never should have been allowed to happen. Relaxed rules or not...Jack Warren put him in a position he never should have been in...but that’s no excuse. So I apologize for...everything that happened in that moment. And secondly, I apologize for not following through on the promise I made last week. I promised everyone I would finish this thing with Jack Warren. That last week would be the end of it, so I could put that miserable son of a bitch to rest for good...and move on to greater things again.

Shane shakes his head, annoyed.

SHANE ATWATER: But I was denied that opportunity yet again. Like the Goddamn cockroach that he is...Jackie-Boy survived. And that’s on me. I could have finished the job, I should have finished the job, but circumstances...circumstances didn’t allow for that. Because of those circumstances, that son of a bitch survived to waste our precious oxygen another day...and ot only that...he was rewarded for it. Now...I understand Onyx’s position. I don’t like it. Not in the least. But I understand it. There’s nothing that can be done about it. She, by rights, is the World Champion. She makes the calls, and her word, for all intents and purposes, is law.

A grim look crosses Shane’s face as he looks back to Eli a moment before addressing the camera once more.

SHANE ATWATER: And if this...triple threat match, is what it takes for me to get my rightful shot at the World Championship...then so be it. If this is the path I have to take, to claim my place at the top of Hard Knox Wrestling, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the best professional wrestler in the world today...Then this is exactly what I’ll do. I’ll walk into Destiny...and I’ll finish my business with Jack Warren, even my score with Onyx...and claim the World Championship in one fell swoop. No matter what. This may not have been the way I wanted it, Eli...but I’ve been given yet another chance, to live up to a lot of promises I’ve made that I haven’t come through on...and I will do whatever it takes...Absolutely whatever it takes ....To do that.

Shane pauses, giving Eli a pointed look.

SHANE ATWATER: Any other questions, Eli?

Eli shrugs, shaking his head.

ELI ZAYN: I...I think you covered everything I had for you, actually.

Shane nods, smiling grimly.

SHANE ATWATER: Thought so. Now if you’ll excuse me...I need to finish preparing to show Colton Sterling, and Lance Winters what Onyx Payne, and that son of a bitch Jackie-Boy are going to become intimately familiar with come Destiny.

Shane pauses, focusing on the camera.

SHANE ATWATER: Everybody. Taps.

With that, Shane moves past Eli to head down the hall, leaving Eli to throw back to ringside as the camera cuts away.

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"Heavy Is The Head" by Zac Brown Band blares throughout the arena as the audience cheers and Colton Sterling slowly makes his way out towards the stage, the hood of his sweater covering his head as he stares down on the ground. He lightly bobs his head to the music before slowly looking up at the audience with a stoic look on his face, then slightly nodding as he makes his way down to the ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first of the main events… Introducing, from Tampa Bay, Florida; weighing in at 207 pounds, COLTON STERLING!

Sterling doesn't slap hands with the fans as he quickly makes it to ringside before hopping onto the apron, then quickly slipping into the ring by going over the middle rope in. He runs the ropes for a few seconds before unzipping his hoodie and taking it off, tossing it to the outside before he heads over to his corner and leans up against it, lightly hopping up and down as he gets ready for the match.

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

Close your eyes
So many days go by
Easy to find what's wrong
Harder to find what's right



The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps.

I believe in you, I can show you
That I can see right through all your empty lies
I won't stay long in this world so wrong



As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more.

Say goodbye
As we dance with the Devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the Devil tonight



He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles.

Trembling
Crawling across my skin
Feeling your cold dead eyes
Stealing the life of mine



Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin.

WHISPER VIPERI: On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS!

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!

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Ding! Ding! Ding!


The referee signals for the bell as the match begins, all three competitors freeze in the ring and shooting sideways glances at each other, waiting to see who’s going to make the first move. All three men slowly start to circle the ring, patiently waiting, until Lance strikes out at Colton to make the first move, but Atwater slide in behind the both of them grapple up. Just as Lance goes to suplex Colton, Atwater does the same to Lance and both men are thrown backwards by Atwater, who climbs to his feet and sees Cotlon need the ropes, taking advantage to nail some forearm strikes on the downed opponent.

BRIAN MASON: Atwater pulling off a nice double suplex to start this match hot. Keeping the pressure on Lance. That’s the trouble with these triple threat matches.

JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck? Lance suplexed Colton and Atwater suplexed Lance. He ain’t do that on his own.

RANDY THE PILOT: Who cares? It was nice either way, ya’ll. Too much of this match left to argue over who suplexed who.

Atwater starts to stretch plum, but Colton comes up from behind to break it instantly with a double axe handle fist, then pulls in Atwater before he make anymore moves, throwing him into the ropes and going for a pele kick… but it misses! Colton scrambles back to his feet, but it’s also too late to regain himself as Atwater is there with a bridging german suplex!


ONE!


T-BREAK!


Lance comes in to dropkick the pinfall barely before that count starts, Sterling also getting shoulder up to show that the pin would’ve been broken anyway. Colton rolls off to the side of the ring as Atwater and Lance lock up, this time Atwater being the one to create some space with a dropkick that sends Lance into the ropes. On the return, Winters is hit with a side russian leg sweep, then Atwater pulls Colton from the corner and… another german suplex without the bridge!

RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater lookin’ nice as hell in that ring, tho.

Atwater keys in on Lance after getting Colton out of the picture and puts down his opponent with a single arm DDT. He does stop there, helping Lance back to his feet and throwing him into the corner, following up with an elbow strike that causes Lance to stumble back towards the middle of the ring! Atwater falls to his knees and hooks a leg for the pin, trying to get another pin count.


ONE!


TWO-BREAK!


Lance rolls off to the side after Colton pulls Atwater off the pin by his ankle, but Atwater quickly reverses it into an ankle lock of his own… but clothesline from Lance to break all of that up again!

BRIAN MASON: I really can’t express how much I love these triple threat matches. You never know what you’re going to get out of them!

JERMAINE MARKS: Will you calm your ass down already?

Colton comes up behind Lance for the grapple up, but Winters throws him off balance with a back elbow, then follows up the move with a full nelson suplex! Now it’s Atwater who hits Winters in the back with a dropkick to send him into the ropes, but before he can get to Lance, Colton is there to put Atwater down with a blindside running knee lift that throws him off to the side. Sterling turns to find Lance, but is only met with big boot from Winters instead!

Atwater jumps on Lance’s back and he drops to his knees, unable to scratch his way out of an facelock, slowly crawling towards the ropes, and reaching… he gets a hand on the bottom ropes before too much damage can be done, causing the referee to begin a count and making Atwater release the hold. Atwater climbs back to his feet and turns to check on where Colton is… flying clothesline from Colton off the top ropes! He turns Atwater inside out and pulls himself towards the downed opponent to hook the leg for a pin!


ONE!




TWO!




T-NOOOOOO!


Atwater throws a shoulder off the mat as Lance was already crawling in that direction, but was obviously going to be there too late to break the fall. The referee holds up two fingers to the standing crowd.

RANDY THE PILOT: Lance with the lucky break right there. Atwater was able to get his shoulders up right before the three count.

BRIAN MASON: THIS IS WHAT MAKES TRIPLE THREAT MATCHES EXCITING!

JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga…. I’m gonna slap the fuckin’ shit outta you.

Colton sees the downed Winters, and pulls him back to his feet in time to execute a neckbreaker. Colton seems to be a little tired from taking on both men at once, but Atwater takes advantage of Sterling on his butt after the neckbreaker and nails an unique european uppercut to the semi-downed opponent. Lance comes out of nowhere with a shoulder block to Atwater, nailing a curbstomp to Shane before he can fully recover. Lance turns around to find Colton, but before he can, Colton hits a bicycle kick to his opponent almost sending him through the ropes. Colton grabs him at the last second and attempts to put him in a Cobra Clutch until Atwater is there to break it back up. Colton pushes Atwater back against the ropes, and another bicycle kick!

He sees that Lance is closest to him and drops to both knees, lifting a leg for the cover!

ONE!




TWO!





THR-NOOOOO!


Atwater breaks up the pin at the last second, and all three opponents are down, catching their breath.

BRIAN MASON: Atwater with the save!

RANDY THE PILOT: And bicycle kicks for everyone!

JERMAINE MARKS: Leavin’ this table until both ya’ll settle your shit down… I swear. You actin’ like it’s an early Christmas or somethin’.

Colton looks around at the downed opponents and is trying to decide what to do next. Shane climbs back to his feet and she's Colton with his back turned, pushing him into the ropes, but Colton attacks back with a rebound lariat!

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LUKE WISIA: *Whistles* Coltonnnnnnn. Here boy, woof woof!

Colton stops what he’s doing and turns towards the Knoxtron at the familiar voice to get his attention. Atwater has manages to roll out of harm’s way under the bottom ropes and to the outside, no processing the distraction that way taking place.

BRIAN MASON: WHAT IS LUKE DOING!? He’s ruining a perfectly great match is what he’s doing….

RANDY THE PILOT: Shhhh. What’s that he has?

Luke Wisia is standing in a dark alley with a garbage can on fire next to him. Wisia was warming up his hands to the fire, but there was something shining in his hand for all the crowd to see.

LUKE WISIA: Is this your dear old pops watch? The one thing you have to cherish of his memory? LISTEN TO ME COLTON, I’M TALKIN TO YOU!

Colton ties to bring his focus back to the match but is unable when Luke bring up the watch and shows it towards the camera. Sterling walks over to the ropes, shaking his head, shooting a look over his shoulder and sees the others starting to stir.

LUKE WISIA: Hope you kissed it before you match…. say “bye bye”, Colton.

Wisia throws the watch into the burning garbage can and there’s a crackle when the watch hits the fire and sinks to the bottom of the barrell. Colton grabs onto the ropes and starts shaking them, yelling in Luke’s direction and about to slide out to make his way to the back….

Until Lance Winters scoops him up from behind with a rollup pin by surprise! Atwater is climbing back into the ring under the bottom rope when he sees what’s happening…


ONE!





TWO!




Atwater dives forward!





THREEEEEEEE!


Shane breaks up the pin at the last second, but it’s too late as the referee’s hand slaps down for the count and the bell begins to ring!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen…. the winner of this match by pinfall, LANCEEE WINTERSSSS!!!

Colton rolls off to the ropes and looks back up to the Knoxtron to see that Wisia has already turned off the connection to the video with the words “error” on the screen. Atwater is resting on his knees and shaking his head at breaking the pin after the count, barely by seconds.

BRIAN MASON: Dick move… it cost us seeing more of this great match.

RANDY THE PILOT: You tryna say that Lance can’t get that win on his own.

BRIAN MASON: Wasn’t sayin’ that at all…

Lance is getting his hands raised by the referee, the climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taking in the energy from the crowd, most of them disgusted with Wisia interrupting the match in the fashion that he did. Atwater stands up with his hands on his hips and starts to make his way to the back. Colton is beating his fists against the barrier, then takes a kick at them, starting his way up the ramp as well to see if he can pinpoint where Wisia was.

WINNER: LANCE WINTERS (11:09)
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The arena is dark and we can hear the fans cheering and chanting wondering what's going on. After a few minutes pass by, a red light shines down in the ring showing the Bloodlust champion, Nicole Hamilton laying on the ring floor with a smile on her face. As she looks around the arena with her dark eyes, the cheers and the chants turn into mixed reactions. The dark haired girl clings onto her Bloodlust championship for dear life, cradling it.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Months and months I've been waiting.. Waiting, waiting and waiting for my opportunity to arise. I've been kicked down and I've been beaten... But who is the true loser now? Look at all those people who doubted me... Look at all those people who said I couldn't make it... Look at all those people who tried to tear me down...

A sick smile creeps on her face, as she looks down at her belt.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Those people are nothing. They mean nothing. The only person that matters now... Is me. LOOK AT ME!

Nicole screams, holding her belt high in the air, accepting and welcoming the boos and the heat.

NICOLE HAMILTON: I DID WHAT EVERYONE SAID I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DO! I BECAME CHAMPION!

She says, before bringing the belt down, close to her face.

NICOLE HAMILTON: THIS IS MINE! It will ALWAYS be mine!

As Nicole shouts, she brings the belt close to her lips, licking her tongue all around the belt. As the fans boo and shout, Nicole grins and let's out a laugh.

NICOLE HAMILTON: SEE?!?! NOBODY CAN TOUCH THIS NOW....!

Then the arena goes dark, except the video screen:

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Boots crunch on the ground emerging from the atomic blast shown last show… we see a closeup of a cockroach crawling along the ground. The figure stops, the boot hovers over it as if contemplating stepping on it. Then… a broom sweeps the cockroach safely aside. The camera starts to pan up the figure…

“Miracle Tears… but there will be no crying now.”

The screen shows the words ‘MIRACLE TEARS’... bright purple on a black background. Then the letters rearrange to show…

SALEM CARTIER

BRIAN MASON: What?! WHAT?!

RANDY THE PILOT: You kiddin’ me, bruh?!

The camera pans up to the figure's face, and Salem winks at the camera, propping the broom on her shoulder as the crowd explodes.

SALEM CARTIER: Sup HKW… did you miss me?

We shift back ringside as the lights go up and Nicole Hamilton is staring at the screen enraged.

JERMAINE MARKS: I ain’t all that familiar with Salem since I’m new and shit, but Nicks don’t look happy to see her.

BRIAN MASON: She might be the only one! Wait a minute! Look in the crowd!

Salem runs in through the crowd and slides into the ring behind her.

RANDY THE PILOT: Turn around, Nicole! Turn around!

Nicole turns and Salem lays her out with the New Hampshire Handshake. She drops down and looks over at the referee who was positioned outside the ring for the next match. He shrugs his shoulders, slides into the ring, and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


DING! DING! DING!

The referee calls for the bell and grabs the title off the floor that was laying next to Nicole’s lifeless body.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner and the NEW Bloodlust Champion.... Salem Cartier!

Salem takes the title and the lights go out again. When they come back up she is gone!

RANDY THE PILOT: What in the HELL did I just see?!

BRIAN MASON: The return of Salem Cartier and a new Bloodlust Champion!

Nicole starts to come to, reaching to her side to grab the championship, but it was gone! She looks around the arena for Salem as she clutches at her jaw, trying to figure out what just happened. There was a hint of rage in Nicole’s eyes as she stands up, and stomps her feet off the canvas screaming “No! No! No!” over and over again.

Nicole grabs the referee by his shirt and starts screaming at him, asking where Salem went but the referee was just as confused as Nicole was. Nicole shoves the referee back and exits the ring, screaming at the fans to tell her where Salem went as Defiance cuts to an advertisement.

WINNER and NEW HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION - SALEM CARTIER

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The video begins with former Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan standing alone against a wall presumably somewhere backstage. One leg bent back with a foot against the wall, Ashley leans back with her arms crossed over her chest with her head down.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: You know… all I wanted was to do something that would make a difference in this business. Looking back years from now, I want to be able to look back and say “yeah, I did something worth a damn.” But that dream went black...

Ashley looks up with and points an accusing finger at the camera as she yells.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: The night YOU stole my title away from me, Leifi.

Ashley clears her throat as she works to regain her composure.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: But you don’t have it anymore do you, you Reaper piece of crap. And neither does the twit that pried it from your cold, dead hands now. Great way to take what little life the Bloodlust title had in it and snuff it out like a damn birthday candle.

She sighs and leans her head back as if she is about to say something she would rather not admit.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: That’s why I’m done playing that game. I’m done taking part in this back and forth with something I wanted to take to another level. You can’t play hot potato with a freaking title but that’s exactly what this is turning into.

Pulling her head away from the wall, Ashley looks back into the camera again.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: But that doesn’t mean I’m walking away from the title, abandoning it to the likes of any of you. I never did get a chance to win back the title I never really lost. So here’s how it is. Destiny’s the biggest show of the year for HKW, the eyes of the wrestling world will be on us, what better place to settle this once and for all. So November 22 in Harrison, NJ, Salem, Nikki, Leifi, Luke, Fran, Colt, Gwen Massey back from wrestling oblivion, I don’t give a shit, somebody’s bringing that belt to the Red Bell Arena so I can show the world what the Bloodlust division is really all about and I take back what’s rightfully mine. Unless of course they’re a little chicken shit and scared of scrawny little me, but then they shouldn’t even be in HKW let alone have the title for the most brutal matches.

Stepping away from the wall, Ashley moves to the side while still looking at the camera.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN:: Hold that title tight, Salem. Just like you did to Nikki, and she did to Leifi after he did it to me, someone can rip that title from your hands all the same. Me, I’d rather do it when everyone’s watching so they can all know that the Bloodlust division has finally arrived.

Ashley lets a slight smirk cross her lips as she walks off camera and it fades out.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our second main event of the evening!

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

The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start.

WHISPERI VIPERI: And his opponent…


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


"Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the 2014 HKW Wrestler of the Year a huge 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: 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. 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 the match to begin.

RANDY THE PILOT: This the match I’ve been waiting for all night, dude! Cousin versus Cousin for the first ever in singles competition.


JERMAINE MARKS: They both a little crazy too, fam. This joint might be either real good, or real bad.

BRIAN MASON: I’m gonna go with real good! Let's get this started!

The two relatives remain in their corners until the bell rings.

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DING! DING! DING!


Luke shoots some words over in Felicity’s direction, but Felicity remains quiet with a grin plastered on her face. Luke seems to be getting aggravated by the smirk on Felicity’s face, yelling out “What are you smirking at?! ARE YOU NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY?!” right in the direction of his cousin.

Felicity simply waves Wisia’s comments off and starts walking across the ring toward Wisia. She gets a few inches away from him, and in one fluid motion she reaches her arm back and elbows Wisia right in the nose! Wisia goes flying out through the ropes, grabbing at his nose once his feet touch the floor. He pulls his hand away from his nose and sees the blood, looking back at the ring with rage in his eyes. But before he could say or do anything, Felicity was already running the ropes and dives out of the ring with a low rope suicide dive!

BRIAN MASON: Well, I don’t think Luke has to worry about Felicity not taking him seriously.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know why he would even think that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fel not take a match seriously. Chicks a competitor at heart, bruh.

JERMAINE MARKS: He’s just off his meds, fam. He’s nothing straight.

Felicity pushes herself up to her feet and watches as Luke squirms around on the floor, still wiping the blood away from his nose. Luke yells out “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!” at Felicity, but Felicity stomps her foot down on Luke’s hand, pressing down on it with all her wait.

ONE!

TWO!


Fel ignores the referee’s ten count, but Luke reaches his arm behind Felicity’s leg, and pulls her down to the floor. He jumps on her back and starts slapping the back of her head before bursting up to his feet and sliding back into the ring. Luke starts doing jumping jacks in the ring as he watches Felicity get up to her feet, staring him down with her evil bitch face.

She hops up onto the apron, but Luke was right there to grab her by the head once she stands up. Luke tries to vertical suplex Fel back inside the ring, but Felicity flips behind Luke’s back and pushes him out onto the apron. Luke stands up and turns around, allowing Felicity to leap up onto the middle turnbuckle, and lands a triangle dropkick on Wisia!

BRIAN MASON: Beautiful triangle dropkick from Felicity there.

RANDY THE PILOT: Luke’s gonna have to forget she’s his cousin and go into his rage mode if he wants to win this one.

With Luke outside the ring, Felicity perches up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Luke to stand up. Once he’s up, Felicity goes for a diving crossbody to the outside, but Luke sidesteps out of the way, causing Felicity to land hard on the floor!

ONE!

TWO!


The referee starts his ten count, but Wisia ignores it and starts putting the boots to Banks. Wisia picks Banks up by her hair and goes to throw her into the steps, but the former HKW champion spins herself out of it and launches Luke into the steps instead!

THREE!

FOUR!


Felicity looks at the referee and turns towards Luke, grabbing him his hair to pull him up to his feet. She goes to slide him into the ring, but Luke elbows her in the gut, steps behind her, and hits her with a belly to back suplex, but Felicity’s head smashes off the protective guardrail as she was coming down!

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, fam. Fel just whacked her head off that guardrail hard as hell.

BRIAN MASON: She may definitely have a concussion after that.

Luke glares down at Felicity, watching her as she clutches her head after her head smashed off the guardrail.

FIVE!

SIX!


Hearing the referee’s count, Luke grabs Felicity by the hair, pulls her up to her feet and slides her inside the ring. Wisia goes right in after her, and watches as Felicity slowly pulls herself up to her feet. A bit stumbly, Felicity turns around and stumbles right into a running jumping clothesline! Wisia makes the quick cover…

ONE!

KICKOUT!


Fel kicks out at one, angering Luke a bit as he pulls her head up and locks in a sleeperhold. The crowd starts a “Fel! Fel! Fel!” chant, trying to give the fan favorite a boost of energy. Fel starts pushing herself up to her feet, and elbows Luke in the gut as she stands up. Luke still doesn’t let up on the sleeper, but Felicity stomps on his foot, elbows him in the gut, and then pulls Luke’s head down onto hers for a jawbreaker!

Luke stumbles back after the impact, and Felicity darts up to her feet, connecting with a spin kick to Luke’s midsection. With Luke hunched over, Felicity runs the ropes and comes back with a huge knee trembler to the side of Luke’s head! Luke falls to the mat and Felicity immediately falls forward to make the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Wisia kicks out at two, Felicity running her fingers through her hair before she goes back on the attack. She punches Luke twice in the possibly broken nose, and then crawls away towards the corner. She uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet and then stomps her foot off the mat, calling for the Bank Shot!

RANDY THE PILOT: Fel about to finish this right here with the Bank Shot!

Luke starts to move around a bit, wiping the blood from his nose as he stands up on his feet. He turns around and Felicity shoots forward for the Bank Shot..

… but Luke ducks underneath it! Felicity stops her momentum and turns around, but Luke goes for his own Bank Shot!

… but Felicity ducks underneath the attempt as well! Luke turns around and goes for another Bank Shot, but Felicity does the same, the family members just barely nipping one another enough to stumble back in the corner!

BRIAN MASON: Double Bank Shot? Don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.

JERMAINE MARKS: Neither of them hit it flush, though.

Luke and Felicity both remain in their corners until Felicity shoots out of hers, only for Wisia to meet her with a kick to the midsection, followed by a flapjack! Wisia turns Fel on her back after the move and makes the cover….

ONE!


TWO!


THR--KICKOUT!


Fel just barely gets her shoulder up at two and a half, Luke slapping himself in the face after the nearfall. He looks down at his cousin and yells at her stay down, then pushes himself up to his feet and grabs a hold of her hair. Luke rips Felicity up to her feet and sends her into the far corner with an irish whip. He backs up a few feet, then charges forward for a corner running knee strike, but Felicity steps out of the way and rolls Luke up with a schoolboy!

ONE!


TWO!


THR---KICKOUT!


Luke just barely manages to push Felicity off to break the pin. Both Banks family members scramble up to their feet, and Luke’s the first to go for the attack, but Felicity kicks him in the midsection, grabs his head, and spins it onto her knee for the Scorpio Spike!

BRIAN MASON: Scorpio Spike! This one might be over!

Instead of going for the pin, Felicity crawls underneath the ropes and sets herself up on the apron. She patiently waits for Luke to get up, and once he does, Felicity springs onto the ropes, and lands the “QueeKNEE” springboard knee attack flush! The crowd was now unhinged as Felicity points down at her knee, signaling for “Off with your head!”

She gets slides her kneepad, when suddenly…

FRAN: Fel Fel! Lemme see that face FEEEEEELLLL FELLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

Felicity turns around and looks at the knoxotron where Fran was seen with Trilluminaughty standing around her. Felicity looks back at Luke to make sure he was down then glances back over at Fran on the Knoxotron.

FRAN: Wassup yawl?! Don’t mind me, JESAS is just out chere tryna scout ha Destiny opponent! I was finna come out at ringside, but I know how you are and how easy it is for you to get distracted so I ain’t wanna hear no bullshit comin’ out yo mauf!

Felicity leans against the ropes, and tells Fran to come down to the ring, not realizing that Luke was slowly pushing himself up to his feet. Felicity screams for Fran to come down to the ring, but Fran remains where she is and pulls out a large, thick book - the title reading ‘HKW History Book.’

FRAN: Look here yawl! Look at AWWWWL this shii that’s gon say Fran after Destiny, bruh. First Rumble to Destiny Winna. Match of the Year Winna. Miracle on the Mic Winna. Two time HKW World Tag Team Champ. Damn, Fel Fel. FEL FEL! You done been puttin’ in work.....that TWERK since day one YAWL! Too bad it’ll all be GAWN after Destiny BRUH. NEW KWEEEEEEEEEEEN IS ME YAWL! IT’S GON’ SAY JEEEEEEEEEESAAAAAAAASS THE KWEEEEEEEEN YAWL. THE SLAYER, BRUH!

The former HKW Champion looks beyond pissed, almost ready to exit the ring and find Fran, but before she could do anything, Luke spins her around and blasts her in the face with a huge Bank Shot!!

JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, bruh! Luke damn near took her head off with that Bank Shot!

Wisia pulls Felicity away the ropes, and locks her up in the tightest pin attempt he could possibly do as the referee slides in position to make the cover…


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!


“Pain” by Three Days Grace fills the arena speakers as Luke pushes himself off of Felicity and throws his arms up in the air.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… LUUUUUUUUUKE WISIA!

The crowd boos the hell out of Wisia and how he won, but Luke didn’t give a single damn. He motions for the referee to raise his arm up in the air, and celebrates as if he had just won the HKW World Championship, sliding out of the ring and jumping on the guardrail near the fans. He tells them to bow down to him, and jumps off the guardrail, his arms still in the air as he continues celebrating.

BRIAN MASON: What bullcrap! We were witnessing a great match, but, of course, Fran has to ruin it! AGAIN!

RANDY THE PILOT: I’m seriously starting to think that if there’s anyone out there who could get inside Felicity’s head, it’s Fran. Girl knows about everything there is to know about Felicity, and when has ANYONE been able to cost her a match ONCE? Fran done it three times!

JERMAINE MARKS: I don’t know, slime. I think Fran really fuckin’ herself here. She gon’ piss Fel off and the firecracker gon’ turn into a stick of dynamite.

BRIAN MASON: I hope she breaks Fran’s jaw!

RANDY THE PILOT: Calm down, Mason. No need to wish injury on the talent, my dude.

Luke continues celebrating his victory as Felicity sits up, clutching at her jaw. She shakes her head as she watches Luke walk backstage, now red in the face and filled with anger as she rolls out of the ring and walks up the entrance ramp.

WINNER via PINFALL - LUKE WISIA (13:19)
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Jack Warren is seen around the catering table, looking at all of the food that has been offered. He finally picks up a turkey sandwich and looks at the catering table attendant before taking a bite out of the sandwich. Jack chews it a few times, his face showing that the sandwich isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He quickly spits it out, then looks back at the attendant before tossing the sandwich at him, hitting the attendant right in the face!

JACK WARREN: You call that a fucking turkey sandwich?! Who in the blue hell would call that a turkey sandwich?! That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth!

Jack then stops and chuckles.

JACK WARREN: That seems like something Alex J has probably said before...

Warren then shakes his head before getting back on topic, pointing right at the attendant before pointing to out of the shot.

JACK WARREN: GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE AND COME BACK WITH SOME GOOD FUCKING TURKEY SANDWICHES! GET GOING! MOVE YOUR ASS!

The catering table attendant quickly runs away, not wanting to deal with Warren’s fury any longer. As soon as he does that, Warren chuckles and turns around, only to jump up in place as he sees Eli Zayn within arm’s reach.

JACK WARREN: THE FUCK YOU DOING, ELIAS?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?!

ELI ZAYN: I was wondering if I could get a few words from you about your upcoming match with Onyx Payne?

Jack looks at him, sucking his teeth, before finally responding.

JACK WARREN: You want a few words about this upcoming match with that prude? Fine, here they are. I. Am. Going. To. Kick. Her. Ass. Because. My. Name. Is. Jack. Warren. AND I’M THE FUCKING MAN! NOT YOU, BUT ME, ELI! I’M THE MAN! NOT COLTON STERLING, NOT SHANE ATWATER, NOT FRUIT ROLLUP ASHER XAVIER DANIELS! ME! MEEEEEEEEE! JACK WARREN! MEEEEEE! I’M THE MAN AND I’M YOUR FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION! I’M THE MAN AND I’M THE FUTURE FACE OF DEFIANCE! I AM THE MAN AND I’M GONNA PUT BOTH MY OPPONENTS IN THE HOSPITAL! ENJOY SHANE AND ONYX MATCHES NOW, CUNTS, BECAUSE THEY’RE GONNA GO BYE-BYE AFTER DESTINY! MY NAME IS JAAAAAAACK WAAAAAAAAAARREN AND I AM THE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Jack then storms off, leaving Eli Zayn confused as all hell before we cut out to somewhere else.

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Onyx is shown standing with the World Title over her shoulder, as she is wearing her old school Onyxerated white hoodie’s. She seems to be deep in thought as she exhales deeply before looking up at the camera as she runs a hand through her hair.

ONYX PAYNE: Many people in this business can make a mistake. One that could change their standing. Rather it’s inside the ring or outside the ring. We all do it sooner or later. The triple threat match I made for Destiny: Some believe it to be my mistake. /shakes head / I don’t believe it to be. What I gave Shane and Warren is an opportunity. An opportunity they both lost because of each other. I believe I did the right thing. In fact, I know I did the right thing. Giving Shane his rematch, and giving Jack the opportunity that Shane took away from him. It’s only fair.

Thinking for a moment, she lets out a small chuckle.

ONYX PAYNE: I don’t know how Shane or Warren feel about it but, I have an idea since I didn’t get a thank you. I’m sure they appreciate what I did but, it would have been nice to get some gratitude, a thank you, because I didn’t have to do anything. But I did. Now, I understand that they may both feel that it isn’t warranted. Believe that they should have been in this type of match to begin with, and that’s fine but, I know that they don’t think that the other deserves to be there. Shane probably doesn’t think Jack deserves to be in his rematch, and Jack well…/scratches head and shrugs/ he is probably enjoying the fact that he gets to rain on Shane’s parade. Which is kind of mean. You shouldn’t want to rain on someone's parade. Let alone enjoy doing it but, to each their own. Whatever floats your boat. Different strokes for different folks…

Trailing off a bit, the World champion sighs.

ONYX PAYNE: Going into the match at Destiny, I know the odds are stacked against me. Some of my fans even think that I’m throwing myself under the bus, because HEY! Shane and Warren could easily double team me to get me out of the way. Just so they can hash out whatever it is that they have going on but, I’m not worried about that, because to me, everything will be as it's supposed to be you know? The person who deserves to have the title will have it. Rather it be me, Shane, or Warren. After it’s all said and done,the victor will know that they earned it, and deserve it.

Onyx smiles softly before she rolls her eyes while taking a deep breath a.

ONYX PAYNE: Now let’s talk about the match I have tonight against Jack Warren. Last time I faced Warren was during The All or Nothing Series. Where he was one of the people I had to defeat to earn my chance for - /she looks over at the title on her shoulder/ this. Out of all the matches we had against each other during that time, I believe I’m up him one match. Two to One. So this makes this match kind of exciting because, me and Warren both have changed so much since then. We’re not the same wrestlers we were back then. We’re better. So it will be like going against someone new. There will be new challenges to face.

Just the way she spoke let you knew that she was excited.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your final main event of the evening!

"I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring.

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

Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards a corner and climbs up the turnbuckle as she motions his hands over his waist saying that the title will soon be his as she hops down with a smirk on his face as he looks down at the entrance way as 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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…

The knoxotron shows gray clouds rolling in as a woman’s silhouette is shown sitting in what looks to be a locker room with her hands clasped together. As the vocals of Michael Shepard begin, the titan tron shows a pair of sultry chestnut eyes as the woman who possessed them turned to look over her shoulder before fading to show the darkened entrance that had white fog begin to roll from it and spread across the stage.

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


Spot lights began to move around the anticipating crowd as a black silhouette of a woman steps out on stage. A rainbow of lights begin to strobe around the entrance in tune to the heartbeat of the song while spot lights begin to move around the anticipating crowd. As the titan tron reveals who the woman is through black and white clips, the crowd begin to cheer as Onyx begins to warm up, jumping up and down in place, before stopping, and taking in her surroundings as the arena brightens slightly.

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

The fans begin to reach out to her as she makes her way to the ring with the World Title draped over her shoulder. With a smile, Onyx tags their hands with her own before looking back at the ring and focusing on who is occupying it before making her way around to the steel steps. And as she goes up them, she reaches for the top rope, gliding her hand across it using it as a guide until she gets halfway across the ring apron’s edge; Where she wipes her feet, showing her respect before entering the ring over the second rope.

Once inside, she straightens herself up as she walks across the ring and climbs up the adjacent corner to it’s second turnbuckle. As she looks around at the crowd, a grin appears on her face as she raises the World Title in the air 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.

BRIAN MASON: Here we go, folks! The final match of our triple main event!

RANDY THE PILOT: Hype, bruh. Got a Destiny Cup preview before, and now we got a Destiny World title match preview.

JERMAINE MARKS: These two got history don’t they? Both been at it before, right?

BRIAN MASON: Indeed they have. Both were in HKW’s first All or Nothing Series, and now, a year later, they’ll be facing off for the World Championship with Mister Crowned Royalty, Shane Atwater added into the mix.

RANDY THE PILOT: Enough talking, fools. The match is about to start!

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DING! DING! DING!


Just as the opening bell sounds, Jack Warren goes charging across the ring and blasts Onyx with a knee to the midsection. Warren continues his attack by clubbing Onyx in the back, and then irish whipping her hard into the corner. Warren picks up a full head of steam, then charges at Onyx once more, blasting her with a corner clothesline! He then wraps his arm around her head and pulls her out of the corner for a bulldog! Not wasting any time, Warren spins Onyx on her back and goes for the quick cover…

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT!


Onyx kicks out at one and a half, frustrating Warren a bit as he pulls Onyx up by her hair and looks for a gutwrench suplex. He lifts Onyx up, but she flips out of Warren’s arms, landing on her feet behind him! She pulls his head back for the “Silencer” reverse DDT, but Warren instinctively falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like Jacky boy’s taking a little break.

BRIAN MASON: You mean he’s running away.

JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, bruh. It’s sound strategy. Warren knew Onyx almost had him with that reverse DDT, but he got out of harm's way. Smart move, slime.

Warren gets into it with the fans at ringside, yelling “I’m the man!” in their faces. While he’s doing this, Onyx sneaks up behind him, spins him around, and blasts him with a big european uppercut!

ONE!

TWO!


The referee begins his ten count, but Onyx ignores it and blasts Warren with another european uppercut. Warren falls back against the protective guardrail, and Onyx shoots right in hitting with a couple of jabs to the midsection, followed by a big right cross square in the jaw.

THREE!

FOUR!


Onyx grabs the back of Warren’s head and tries to slide him back in the ring, but Warren elbows her in the gut and then executes a double arm DDT to the floor! Warren scrambles up to his feet and slides into the ring, screaming at the referee to hurry up his count.

FIVE!

Onyx was seemingly out cold after the big DDT, not moving an inch since Warren hit it.

RANDY THE PILOT: Warren might win by countout, bruhs!

BRIAN MASON: Like the cheap little wussy that he is…

SIX!

SEVEN!


Onyx starts to stir, but she still has a long way to go before she was up to her feet. Warren yells at the referee to hurry up with his count as he matches Onyx gets to her knees.

EIGHT!

Warren starts jumping up and down in place, seeing the Onyx was slowly pushing herself up to her feet.

NINE!

Warren throws his arms up in the air and turns his back to Onyx thinking he had the match won, but Onyx turns around and slides into the ring before the referee counts to ten!

JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeee, she made it back in time, slime!

Warren turns around and sees Onyx in the ring, and immediately runs towards her to put the boots to her. Warren brings Onyx up to her feet and wraps his arm over her head while flingers hers over his. Warren then proceeds to hit a snap suplex, floating over to make the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Onyx kicks out at two, Warren looking at the referee and screaming for him to count faster. Warren grabs a hold of Onyx’s hair and lifts her up to a vertical base. Warren tries for a lariat, but Onyx back bends underneath it and blasts Warren with a dropkick to the back of the head! Warren goes tumbling into the corner, and Onyx charges toward her opponent, hitting him with a running face wash boot to the face! Warren falls flat on his face, and Onyx makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Warren gets his foot on the ropes at two! The crowd cheers Onyx on as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. She sits on her knees as she looks down at the fallen Waren as she checks his head with his hand. Standing up, the World Champion moves to Warren’s feet, grabs them, and begins to lift them up as though she is going for some sort of leg submission maneuver.

Realizing what was going on, Warren begins to twist his body so that Onyx can’t get him in position, throwing his hands up pleading for her to not do what she is thinking as he squirms closer and closer to the ropes. Once he has the ropes in hand, the referee tells Onyx she needs to let him go, and she does so without question, but when she goes to assist Warren up… Warren comes wheeling and presses his feet into her abdomen, shoving her backwards causing her to roll backwards onto her feet! Warren sees this and he comes running towards her full speed with a lariat! Onyx flies backwards doing a full three sixty landing face first into the mat gasping for air as she holds her throat.

RANDY THE PILOT: What a lariat by Jack Warren!

JERMAINE MARKS: He literally turned her inside out, bruh. Think he about to pin the champ right here!

Warren cracks a cocky smile as he looks at the crowd who do nothing but boo him in response. Slowly and confidently, he walks over to Onyx kicking her over on her back as he gets down on the mat and hooks the leg for the pin. The referee goes to count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Onyx gets the shoulder up, and Warren looks irate as he looks over at the referee and mouthing “you gotta be kidding me.” Frustratedly, Warren pulls at his hair just to think of away he could put away Onyx as he looks to the outside of the ring as though he was looking for something to use.

BRIAN MASON: He better not do anything stupid here. This match is not No DQ!

Grabbing Onyx by the hair, Warren pulls her up forcefully and just tosses her out of the ring, when he goes to follow suit, the referee stops him and warns him but in typical Warren fashion he ignores the warning and proceeds to go after her anyway. The referee begins to count as both competitors are on the outside.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


Making a few fake cries to the fans, Warren begins to laugh as he gets Onyx to her feet and swings her hard against the ring apron causing her to arch her back in pain and fall down to a knee. He then lines her face up perfectly as he runs towards her and drives his knee to the side of her head!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!


With Onyx seemingly KOed, Warren gets back into the ring and begins to celebrate his victory as he counts along with the referee.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!


Warren screams out ten solo and begins to jump up and down with joy until he looks over at the referee who was checking on Onyx inside the ring!

BRIAN MASON: How did she make it back into the ring?!

JERMAINE MARKS: Girl got heart, slime. The Defiance ladies infinite times better competitors than the SubVersion chicks.

RANDY THE PILOT: Shots fired?

JERMAINE MARKS: Nah, it’s the truth.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t let 5150 hear you say that.

JERMAINE MARKS: I ain’t meant them, fam! Deadass I was talkin’ about everyone but them! You tryna get me killed?! We done just got ridda the rednecks, I don’t need no crazy, psycho hos comin’ after me.

RANDY THE PILOT: I miss Alexa…

BRIAN MASON: Sometimes I do too.

Storming over to the referee, Warren shoves the referee and begins to yell in his face wondering where his ten count was. Onyx begins to stand up, using the ropes as a crutch as she rubs her hand over her throat obviously still feeling the effect of the lariat.

When Warren turns around he is met with a hard left hand to the face, followed by a perfectly timed right hand. Onyx hits Warren with another left, before spinning around and driving her elbow right in his head! Warren goes stumbling back into the ropes looking like a limp rag doll.

BRIAN MASON: Onyx might have Warren here!

Not giving Warren any time to rest, Onyx lunges forward and pulls Warren away from the ropes. She spins him around and goes for the “Silencer” reverse DDT, but Warren spins out of it, kicks Onyx in the midsection, and goes for another lariat…

… but Onyx back bends out of the way! Warren’s own momentum causes him to stumble forward, allowing Onyx to walk up to him, pull his head back, and hit the Silencer! But the champ wasn’t done just yet! She spins Warren on his gut, pulls back on his arms, and presses her boot against the back of his head before…

JERMAINE MARKS: Curb stomp, slime!

Onyx hits all of her patent “Onyxerated” and spins Warren on his back before she falls on top of him and hooks the outside leg for the cover…

ONE!


TWO!!


THREE!!!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… ONYX PAYNE!

As Onyx is handed her title and her free hand is raised by the referee, Warren rolls underneath the ropes while “Salt of the Earth” by LoveDrug begins to play. As the World champion goes to leave the ring, her music is cut off by “Say I am” by Dinosaur.

BRIAN MASON: Uh Oh. Looks like Destiny might be starting a little earlier than we thought.

Onyx looks down at Shane Atwater making his way down the entrance ramp as she backs up to the back of the ring taking a deep breath.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t have a clue what’s going on right now, but it looks like Atwater’s coming out here for a fight!

JERMAINE MARKS: You should’ve just stop after you said you don’t got a clue what’s going on.

As Shane climbs up to the ring apron, he looks at Onyx for a moment before entering the ring. He begins to yell at Onyx, seemingly upset that he shouldn’t be having his rematch with Warren. Onyx tries to plead with him that it was the right thing to do as she meets him in the center of the ring. As Shane shakes his head, he says “It shouldn’t be like this.” Onyx comes back with “You want your re-match? Fine.”

BRIAN MASON: Are they about to have a match?

RANDY THE PILOT: The hell did I just say, bruh. I told you.

With that, Onyx walks over to Warren, gently rolling him off the apron with her foot while keeping an eye on Shane, she sets her title on the apron right below the bottom turnbuckle. Crossing her arms in front of her, she loosens her neck a bit and raises her hand to Shane encouraging him to come on.

JERMAINE MARKS: Onyx ain’t fucking playing no more dawg, and she just wrestled a goddamn match!

BRIAN MASON: She gives Shane and Warren what they wanted, and they’re still upset! I don’t get it.

RANDY THE PILOT: You can never make everyone happy. Believe me.

Taking a breath, Shane looks at Onyx, and charges at her, and the two hook up momentarily until Onyx moves herself to the side and drives her knee up into Shane’s abdomen. Once he is hunched over, Onyx springs off the ropes and knee’s Shane right in the face causing him to fall backwards.

BRIAN MASON: I think Onyx may have busted his nose open with that!

Putting her hands on her hips, Onyx looks down at Shane and helps him up to his feet. She looks amongst the cheering fans as though they would give her the answer on what to do next but before she could decide, Shane comes back with forearm smashes to her abdomen causing her to stumble backwards and let him go. Shane goes behind Onyx and goes for a modified “Parabola” without clutching the wrist, but Onyx jumps behind him and wraps her arm around his neck for the SILENCER!

RANDY THE PILOT: Silencer! Onyx got all of that reverse DDT!

JERMAINE MARKS: Told you she wasn’t playin. She just took out both her Destiny opponents back to back. Baaaaaaack to back.

“Salt of the Earth” begins to play again as Onyx sits up, running a hand through her raven hair as while looks over at the fallen Shane. Standing up, she sees Shane rolling towards the bottom rope slowly, and just like she assisted Warren out of the ring, she does the same to Shane before going back to to her title, climbing up the turnbuckle and raising the World Championship up in the air as Defiance comes to a close.

WINNER via PINFALL - ONYX PAYNE (12:10)
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