| [color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]XXXIX[/color]; From iZOD Center in East Rutherford, New Jersey | |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:14 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: East Rutherford, New Jersey Venue: iZOD Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XXXIX poster! ![]() [soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/ryanhayes-7/defiance[/soundcloud] |
![]() FGA World Champion x3 EXODUS World Champion x1 Miracle on the Mic Knoxer 2016 SubVersion Rivalry of the Year w/ Alexa Corra 2016 Match of the Mid-Year Knoxer 2016 FGA Wrestler of the Year 2016 FGA Best Brawler 2016 FGA Match of the Year 2016 vs Chandler Scott FGA Most Hated 2016 FGA Best Newcomer 2015 FGA Feud of the Year w/ Jimmy Page 2015 FGA Gold Rush Rumble Elim Record 2015 | |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:14 PM Post #2 |
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![]() The arena goes dark and the video screen shows a starless night, the flapping of wings… Birds? Bats? A wolf howls. Clouds shift over a full moon. And then a famous old line: Hee-hee-hee…. I'll get you my pretty… And your little dog too! Then the ominous music as a black shadow riding a broom crosses in front of the moon, cackling all the while. Then silence. There’s no place like….. Home. ![]() The opening drumbeat and sighs of ‘Phenomena’ by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs hit and Salem Cartier comes out on the stage. She wears a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. The jacket has an almost blacklight effect in the low lighting. She carries a silver cane about three feet in length, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal. She touches it and it has a plasma globe effect, small arcs of electricity jumping to her fingertips within it. She walks to the ring twirling this cane, the electrical effect putting on quite as show for the fans as she gets to the ring and climbs inside. She holds up her hands and the lights come back up. Setting the cane in the corner, she flips back the hood with a flourish and pulls a silver microphone from inside the jacket. SALEM CARTIER: Hard Knox Wrestling…. it has been a long time. Ten long months if you can believe that. But I have returned where it all started, this career. I always felt I'd return here one day. And that day was two weeks ago. Since I've been gone I've grown… ventured out and seen other sides to the stories… My eyes have been opened. All the while I kept one eye on this place. And waited… She walked over and picked up the cane, giving it a twirl. SALEM CARTIER: And the waiting is sometimes the hardest part. Part of the reason I watched and waited was that I love this place so much. When I left here last December, there was a disease creeping into this place. At the time I felt it was bigger than me, but I figured…. HKW is a big girl, she can heal… get better. But now I stand here ten months later and I know… I KNOW it has only gotten worse. The disease is still rampant… A disease of arrogance, self-serving greed, reckless attitudes, street elitism, the boorish chest thumping of cavemen for the technological age. But I'm not the same person that lay in a hospital bed in Japan ten months ago… broken. I've healed, I've gotten better… much better. All of THIS…. She gestures to the crowd, spinning around and pointing the cane around the arena. SALEM CARTIER: This is the place. This is home. It is time for a house cleaning. And there is nothing I will back down from. It may or may not be bigger than me… it doesn't matter, I will step right to it, no matter what. Knock me down? Better make it count the first time. The injustice, the running roughshod, if you're at odds with the integrity of this business, we're gonna cross paths… We're gonna have words. And then there will be no more talking. The fight… I am the fight. The Witch is Back. Better than ever. Wicked strong. She put the cane across her shoulders and spun around with it, before unstrapping her jacket revealing the Bloodlust Title around her waist. She unstrapped it and held it aloft. SALEM CARTIER: I left this company as a champion… Cyber Champion of Ignite up til my last day. Now there is no Ignite… There is no Cyber Championship. The more things change…. The more they stay the same. I'm still Salem Cartier… I'm back in HKW, and look at that, a champion again. Question my method? Fine. Don't take it personal, Nicole. I'm sure you were on your way to being a fine champion until a funny thing happened. Considering my options, I weighed what would make the biggest impact. Knocking out Ms. Hamilton while she was in the middle of some diatribe and getting everyone talking about the Bloodlust Title and Salem Cartier in one fell swoop. Three seconds later and it's the Season of the Witch once again. I had the urge… The urge to Purge. Sometimes you have to get your hands a little dirty before the real clean up can begin. And tonight in the main event, Nicole Hamilton, Ashley Sullivan and I will do the dance for this very title. She placed it over her shoulder and climbed up, sitting on a turnbuckle. She pointed up. SALEM CARTIER: You see that roof? We're gonna tear that damn thing off tonight. We’re gonna put on a show. We're putting the prestige of this belt higher and higher… Three kickass ladies set for a kickass time. Bring me your best, ladies; I plan on still holding this when the dust settles. And this is just the start… Defiance…. HKW… you ain't seen nothing yet. Show after show, I'm just getting started. No rest for the Wicked. She hops down holding up the title again, twirling the cane as her music plays her out. ![]() Two fingers held the familiar sleek Juul e-cigarette up to his lips, puffing the vapor into the otherwise flawless air of the abandoned New Jersey parking lot. Kaiden Hawke had arrived, a man of very few words as of late. His button-downed shirt lacked a wrinkle in sight, stepping across the large concrete paradise. KAIDEN HAWKE: I'll help anyone, for the right price. His words were straightforward and to the point, his eyes refusing to look even towards the camera that followed. Those sweaty palms slumped into the pockets of his slacks as he walked at a steady pace. Raised nose, he crossed his arms over his chest, a business-like demeanor to his profile. KAIDEN HAWKE: Tonight, the price is simple. His success is my success. That's an easy incentive to stand by a man's side, is it not? Huffing, he tilted his head, coming across a couple large double doors. Swinging them open, he stepped through with the faintest smirk across his features, beginning to shuffle his thoughts to land on some of the mental notes he took about the man he would be partnering up with tonight. KAIDEN HAWKE: Joseph Miles. Joey. Former commentator, and no stranger to controversy. Why the sudden change in career path? Don't know. Of course, he's trained by Mr. Danny Diamond, a shadow of a 'mirage,' a man who made waves when he fought in the squared circle himself. How unfortunate it is that all that training from such a prominent fixture in the wrestling business hasn't translated into instant success. Maybe all he needs is time to develop his skills, more matches under his belt before the guy can finally make headway. That'll start tonight. Reaching for his nose, he gave it a scratch and continued walking between the cars that surrounded him on both sides, a quiet fog following him around like a cloud. KAIDEN HAWKE: But Felicity Banks is quite an influential individual, isn't she? Inspiring men and women to crawl out of the woodwork, no matter their names, background or wrestling experience is pretty admirable. Of course, by the looks of things, Fran orchestrated the whole thing, but the eager likes of Tyron and Trelicity making their way onto HWK's payroll is almost refreshing, in a way. To think that two proud misfits could achieve such a high honor is astonishing, hope for all of the fans that they can do the unimaginable no matter their skill or prior engagements. Approaching two large double doors, he swings them both open with one single shove, a couple security guards grouped in a row. SECURITY GUARD 1: Sorry, HKW personnel only. KAIDEN HAWKE: HKW personnel? You know I work here, right? Kaiden Hawke. Opening match, tag teaming with Joey Miles? SECURITY GUARD 2: After everything that's been happening lately, we're not taking our chances. Unless someone vouches for you, you're not getting in. KAIDEN HAWKE: My match is in a few minutes! I need to get ready. I gotta— JOEY MILES: Something wrong here? Kaiden nodded his head towards his partner for the night, surprised the ex-commentator was standing up for him. They hardly knew each other. KAIDEN HAWKE: They won't let me in. C'mon, tell him I work here. Tell 'em I need to get to my locker room. Joey turns to the security guards. JOEY MILES: He works here. The security guard reluctantly stepped aside with a huff, his expression clearly disappointed. Hawke nodded, stepping passed the road block and regrouping with Joey on the side of the hall. KAIDEN HAWKE: Pleasure doing business with you. Now let's bust some heads. JOEY MILES: Absolutely. Joey pats Kaiden on the shoulder and the two walk off. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! All four competitors are in the ring already, so Whisper points to her left and announces the first team. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, they are the team of JOEY MILES AND KAIDEN HAWKE! Joey raises his hands up to cheers from the audience while Kaiden leans back in his corner, relaxing. Whisper then points to the team on her left and introduces them. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, they are TYRON BOMBAY AND TRELICITY SANKS! Trelicity immediately walks up to Whisper and screams at her, wanting to know why she said Tyron's name first. The ref pulls Trelicity back, allowing Whisper to safely exit the ring. ![]() DING! DING! DING! Trelicity screams at Bombay and tells him to exit the ring. Bombay, not one to argue when he’s told something, quickly exits the ring. On the other side, Kaiden motions for Joey to start the match, and Joey nods his head before the two shake hands and Kaiden exits the ring. Joey and Trelicity slowly circle the ring before the two lockup and Joey quickly backs up Trelicity into a corner, forcing the ref to begin a count before Miles backs off and Sanks shoots him a glare. Trelicity then attempts a cheap shot as she charges in at Joey, but he catches her with a european uppercut that floors her! Miles then goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Miles gets to his feet after the kickout and motions for Trelicity to get to hers. once she does, she slowly turns around and Miles charges in, attempting a clothesline, only for her to duck it! Sanks then quickly races over to her corner and tags in Bombay to boos from the audience. Bombay quickly enters the ring and he and Miles lockup this time, but Bombay flips the tables and gets Miles cornered. The ref counts to four before Bombay releases Miles, only to catch him with an eye gouge and follow that up with a suplex as the audience really lets him have it! BRIAN MASON: A low move there by Tyron Bombay! JERMAINE MARKS: I mean, it was effective, at least. If you gon act like a bitch, at least make sure your bitchass moves work. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, I forgot my goddamn Sunny D. Bombay gets to his feet and tags back out to Trelicity, who enters the ring and begins stomping away at Miles before turning her back to him. Sanks then backflips and lands right on top of Miles with a standing moonsault, then goes for the cover as the audience boos her. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Trelicity doesn’t stop there as she grabs Miles and gets him up to both feet before attempting to irish whip him towards the nearest corner. But Miles reverses and sends her into the corner instead. Sanks uses her momentum to bounce off of the corner and run right back at Miles, catching him with a running high knee before she went for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Trelicity Sanks with some offense here! JERMAINE MARKS: That’s a solid ass knee to the face there. RANDY THE PILOT: Miles, what the fuck you doing? Get your shit together! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Sanks begins slapping the mat in frustration before she gets up to both feet and starts scream at the ref. She screams at him to bow and then rants about some random shit (Fran clearly rubbing off on her), which allows a dazed Miles to crawl to his corner and tag in Kaiden Hawke! After arguing with the ref a bit more, Sanks turns around and Hawke charges in before hooking his arms around her waist, lifting her up, and planting her with a belly-to-belly suplex! Bombay tries to enter the ring, but as soon as he's in the ring, he is met with a discus back elbow! Bombay falls out of the ring after he hits the mat, allowing Hawke to focus his attention back on Sanks. He grabs her and irish whips her into his corner before charging in and connecting with a corner splash! Hawke then tags in Miles and hits a snap suplex on Sanks before allowing Miles to go on the attack. Miles grabbed Sanks and hit a reverse STO into a Koji Clutch before forcing Trelicity to tap out! BRIAN MASON: That's it! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn! She was doing so well in this match too, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee, Joey with the W! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners...JOEY MILES AND KAIDEN HAWKE! Hawke re-enters the ring and both he and Miles have their hands raised. Miles then offers his hand to Hawke for a friendly handshake and Hawke accepts. The two shake hands...until Kaiden kicks Joey in the gut, lifts him, and spins before dropping with a sitout powerbomb! After the move has hit, Hawke gets to his feet and walks out of the ring after taking one last look at the fallen Joey Miles. WINNERS: Joey Miles and Kaiden Hawke (5:05) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:15 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Defiance transitioned backstage where the heavy of Trilluminaughty, Bigz Bronson, was seen roaming around the hallways of the iZOD Center. He had his iPhone 6 in his hand, and pressed it to his ear once he dialed the number he was calling. BIGZ BRONSON: Answer yo phone, Fran. Damn. Girl can’t come to Jersey, but that don’t mean she can’t answer her phone. Bigz listened and listened to the dial tone until Fran’s voicemail answered. Instead of leaving a message, Bigz tapped the screen to hang up the call and shoved the phone back into the pocket of his baggy jeans. BIGZ BRONSON: Now what I’m supposed to do? She ain’t gimmie any clear instruction on what I’m supposed to be doin’ here yawl. All she said was weaken non-fleek Fel Fel a bit, but shit… I don’t know where she is either! Bigz turned down the hallway and standing in front of him was a figure dressed in a black ninja suit and half-mask that covered his or her face. BIGZ BRONSON: The fuck is this, son!? Who you be?! The figure dressed in black didn’t budge or say a word, causing Bigz to step toward them slowly and cautiously. BIGZ BRONSON: You look like you came straight out of the Power Ranger Ninja Rangers series, fam. The hell you lookin’ at me like that fo?! Just then a flash of white is seen falling from the ceiling as a person in a white ninja suit is seen sitting down on Bigz Bronson’s shoulders. The white ninja spun around the man's neck and hurricanrana’s him across the hallway where he crashed into the cemented brick wall with a loud thud before he came crashing down to the ground taking down some stage lights with him. The white ninja looked over at the black ninja and shrugged their shoulders before giving them a thumbs up or a thumbs down question. The black ninja pulled out two pairs of nunchucks and tossed one over to the white ninja before the black ninja got by Bigz’s head, sat him up, and began choking the life out of him with the chainlinks on the nunchucks! BIGZ BRONSON: Pl-please! AARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! I CA-- I CAN’T BREATHE! Bigz’s plea didn’t phase the black ninja one bit, causing the person behind the attire to pull back on the nunchucks even harder. Bigz was starting to fade, but not before the black ninja whispered something into his ear. BLACK NINJA: You don’t fuck with me… The voice was too soft to be able to tell who was underneath the ninja suit, but the figure finally pulled the nunchucks away from Bigz’s throat - only to smash him in the back of the head with a loud and swift shot from the nunchucks! The live crowd reacted with an ‘ooooh’ after the shot, the two ninjas staring down at the lifeless Bigz Bronson. BLACK NINJA: Heh. Bigz was out cold, blood beginning to pour out of the back of his head as the black ninja glanced over at the white ninja and gave them a wink. BLACK NINJA: One down, two to go. You could hear that the person was trying to disguise their voice, speaking with a low and muffled tone. The white ninja nodded their head. WHITE NINJA: Good. Meet you at the next rondevu in... The white ninja’s voice sounded a bit robotic, obviously wearing some voice changer in their mask as they scratched their head. WHITE NINJA: I’ll be there. Don’t worry. As the white ninja reassured their black ninja friend, they clasped the nunchucks to their belts before they saluted one another and took off in opposite directions. The white ninja ran off down the hall, jumping over every single light that Bronson knocked over, while the black ninja used the walls to jump up into the ceiling where the white ninja came out of and vanished into thin air. Defiance then transitioned to another area of the building. There stands Brad Kane ready for his match tonight. He bounces around trying to stay loose and carefree. Kane looks around the hallway seeing if there’s anyone around. It seems to be quiet and empty. Naturally he knows the camera is there because he’s not blind. BRAD KANE: Tonight. Second match of this Road to Destiny tournament. I went out there that first night and we all know what happened. My opponent no showed. Vanished. Didn’t show up. Gave me an easy win, but I don’t want to win like that. I don’t know the dude’s reasons but I don’t really give too much of a shit. This is about what happens tonight in that ring. He pauses to smirk. BRAD KANE: I mean we are in New Jersey tonight. East Rutherford. They know a little something about takin’ someone behind the woodshed and beatin’ some ass. Not going to stand here and lie to anyone right now. I’m ready to just kick someone’s head in. After that tag team disaster the last time out, it left a sour taste in my mouth. I hope Stryker advances and I take care of business tonight. I’d like to show him what an “old dinosaur” can do. Shake of the head. BRAD KANE: Can’t get ahead of myself. Got van Duren tonight. A guy I got a preview of a couple of weeks ago. A guy that I know I can take care of. You see, I know that I can still take care of business in that ring. I’m entering my prime right now. Y’all bring up age a lot, right? How a 30 year old is a fossil and all this other happy horse shit. More head shaking. He’s so disgusted with people. BRAD KANE: Tonight no one will rob me of my chance to kick someone in the head. No. One. I will take care of van Duren and move onto the next round. I want this. I don’t really need it because, let’s face it, I’ve done more than a good deal of the roster because I’ve been doing this for some time now. I want to add onto the accolade list. I want to keep moving up the ladder here and get back to the top of the mountain again. It’s been far too long since I’ve been “the man” in a company. Way too long. He continues to stand there without showing too much emotion becoming focused on his task at hand tonight. BRAD KANE: I’ll get there again. Mark my words, Hard Knox, I’ll get there again. Best of luck tonight, Duren, and make sure to show up. I don’t want another repeat. And with that he walks away ready to get it going. ![]() As the Tron begins to show eerie yet beautiful images of space as the song builds, there are flashes of Leander Apollo hitting various moves and applying holds on his opponents as it does so while the piano and jazzy tone begins as “The Wings of A Boy That Killed Adolescence” by Kow Otani blasts over the PA system, the footage changing constantly and quickly before a red comet flies through space and gradually, smoke begins to shoot out and cover the entrance ramp area. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Leander Apollo slowly steps forth through the smoke the cameras get a good shot of him doing so. Focused and stone-faced, Leander looks at the flames before slowly stepping through the fire decorated in his full wrestling gear and shoulder pads with the massive cape behind it fully intact. Apollo walks down the ramp, eyes on the ring before climbing up the stairs and entering through the middle rope. He takes a moment to stare at the crowds, absorbing the roar of the crowd and posing to them by lifting his arms in the air, fists clenched while yelling out, hyping himself up before removing the coat and shoulder pads, letting them fall to the mat with a thud before going over to the ropes, stretching, focused on the task ahead. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring…from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is the “GOLDEN COMET,” LEANDEEEEEEEER…APOLLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! 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. 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 WHISPER VIPERI: You want problems? Well you got them. Introducing to the ring LAX's dark Prince...the silent killa it's Pharaoh!!!!!!!! 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 the match to begin. ![]() DING!! DING!! DING!! Leander and Apollo waste no time getting right into this matchup as they lock up in the center of the ring. Leander pulls Pharoah into a headlock and hip tosses him into a back headlock, releasing and motioning for his opponent to climb back to his feet. And when he does, they lock up again, this time it’s Pharoah who whips Leander into the corner, then walks over and begins to choke him out with his leg. BRIAN MASON: Leander Apollo out for a little redemption of his own, putting his foot down when the 5150 were blantely disrespecting Mac Leonard’s legacy. JERMAINE MARKS: Rest in peace to the homie. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m glad someone stood up to them when they did that tho. Someone needed to say somethin’. The referee begins a five count until Pharoah releases the hold, doing so at the last second and stepping away towards the middle of the ring. He is taking in the energy from the crowd, then turns around to a hard European uppercut from Apollo that sends Pharoah into the other corner of the ring. Leander charges forward, but Pharoah gets his knees up just in to to hold Apollo off, jamming a knee right into his temple. Apollo stumbles back towards the middle of the ring as Pharoah charges and plants his opponent with a elbow smash! He doesn’t stop there though, as a Leander is back to his feet quick enough, but put right back down with a double knee armbreaker, causing Apollo to roll off towards the ropes. Pharoah catches him before he can roll out and drags him back to the middle of the ring, lifting a leg up for the pin in the process. ONE! T-KICKOUT! Leander throws a shoulder off the mat to break the pin attempt. Pharoah shoots a look in the referee’s direction and says something under his breathe. BRIAN MASON: Well, for someone who was fired up to take it to the 5150, he better find that same energy in this match or it may be over before he knows it. RANDY THE PILOT: The match just literally started, Brian… JERMAINE MARKS: Mason got a good point doe. Pharoah pulls Leander back to his feet and right back down he goes with a facebuster. He rolls Lenader onto his back, but Leander rolls him up into a pin of his own, instantly releasing the attempt and climbing back to his feet. Apollo pulls in Pharoah before he can regain himself and plants him with a reverse DDT to the pop from the crowd. He pulls Pharoah back to his feet and throws him into the ropes, executing a dragon screw that puts Pharoah into the corner turnbuckle. Apollo runs forward for a elbow smash once again, but Pharoah moves out of the way just in time! Leander hits the turnbuckle hard and groggy walks backwards until Pharoah pulls in Apollo from behind with a roll up pin! ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOO Apollo wildly kicks his legs to break the pin up just in time and stumbles back to his feet where him and Pharoah have a bit of a standoff. BRIAN MASON: Pharoah is taking advantage of anything Leander is giving him. Apollo should be doing the same but he has let two roll ups get away free by just releasing them on his own accord. RANDY THE PILOT: Ever think that he ain’t wanna win the match that way? Leander is shaking his head, trying to get his mind into the match as Pharaoh sees him with the distraction and runs forwards, nailing a bionic elbow that causes Leander to fall through the middle ropes and to the outside of the ring! Pharoah turns around to the crowd, but Leander slides back into the ring and leg sweeps his opponent’s legs out from underneath him, bring him down to the canvas! Pharoah rolls out of it and climbs back to his feet as Leander scrambles to do the same, but it instantly put back down on the mat with an unexpected springboard dropkick! Then the lights go dim…. JERMAINE MARKS: What the fuck is goin’ on here, yo…. BRIAN MASON: Power problems? Hell if I know. A hologram of Mac Leonard pops up on the entrance way, making both Leander and Pharaoh look in that direction as if they’ve seen a ghost. Leonard is walking around on the stage and giving one of his old time speeches, hyping up the crowd, but the fans are as silent as they can be to this surprise. RANDY THE PILOT: This gotta be the most awkward thing that has ever happened on HKW television... Out of nowhere, Alexa and Zagan are seen standing on both sides of the Mac hologram, staring down to the ring at Leander. They stick a knife into the hologram and the fans become uneasy as they gasp collectively, both Pharoah and Apollo are still looking on with a bit of dismay in their faces. Alexa walks behind Mac and holds the knife up to his neck and acts like she's about to slit his throat. BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! NO! Then the lights go off completely for a few minutes before coming back on. BRIAN MASON: The hell did we just have to watch…? RANDY THE PILOT: Some fucked up shit, yo. Pharoah tries to knock Leander off of his feet from behind, but Leander pushes his opponent into the ropes and knocks him down with a spinning back fist. Apollo takes one last glance back to the entrance way, but there’s no sign of Alexa, Zagan, or the Mac hologram anymore. Pharoah pulls Leander’s feet out from underneath him, climbing on top to mount some punches, but the roles reverse quickly and this time it’s Apollo on top delivering the blows! Pharoah manages to get away from under Apollo and gets to his knees as Leander does the same. Leander comes through with a elbow smash, but Pharaoh ducks underneath it and hoists Apollo up on his shoulders, looking to finish off the match with the Killa. Leander slides off before Pharoah can execute the move and strikes back with the Bloody Sunday DDT! He looks relieved to hitting the move just in time as he crawls forward and hooks both legs, the referee sliding into position and beginning the count! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEE! DING!! DING!! DING!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… LEANDERRR APOLLLLLO! Apollo hops back to his feet and takes another look over at the entrance way, but there was still nothing to see there. The referee walks over and raises his hand to the cheering crowd without him paying what’s going on much mind at all. BRIAN MASON: And 5150 showing up seems to be the motivation that Leander needed to get this match swinging back into his favor again, picking up himself a nice win here on Defiance. JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh… those bitches creep me out. How does that motivate you? I bout shit my pants when I seen that. RANDY THE PILOT: It fired him up to put an end to this one, that’s for sure, homies. The referee drops Leander’s hand as he never took his eyes off where Mac Leonard’s hologram was standing only moments ago. He walks over to the ropes and snaps out of it, turning his attention to the crowd where he raises his hands in victory and then slides out of the ring looking a little off about things. His face turns to stone as he makes his way up the ramp the ramp to where it all took place, looking over to the spot where Mac was standing and just giving a nod of his head, showing that he was ready for whatever was thrown his way next. WINNER: LEANDER APOLLO (6:49) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:15 PM Post #4 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, at this time, Danny Diamond! "He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the paaain of bein' a maaan." Avenged Sevenfold's "Bat Country" hits the PA System as Danny makes his way out onto the stage. He looks out at the audience, whom give him a lukewarm response, and smirks. BRIAN MASON: On our final Defiance before House of Pain, where this man will face Joey Miles in a student versus teacher match-up, it seems Danny's got something to say before then. The XWA Hall of Famer makes his way to the ring, leisurely walking down the ramp. JERMAINE MARKS: Why this dude even here, man? BRIAN MASON: Well, it was Joey who challenged him to a match. Of course, Joey wanted to face Danny at Destiny, but Danny informed him that management has other plans for him then. I'm interested to see what plans they have. JERMAINE MARKS: Well, at least we don't gotta deal wit' this dude on Destiny's card. Shit. Upon reaching the ring, Danny walks up the steel steps and enters through the middle and top ropes. Inside the ring, he asks Whisper Viperi for her microphone and she obliges, handing it over before exiting the ring. Danny steps into the center of the squared circle and looks out at the audience once more, his music dying down as he does so, before speaking. DANNY DIAMOND: HKW ... What a place, right? What a company. You guys got some serious talent here, both on Defiance and SubVersion. It's a hell of a place to be. But, uhh, there's something that's been bothering me a bit lately. See, a few weeks ago, I was talking to my soon-to-be opponent, Joey Miles. The fans pop for Joey's name. DANNY DIAMOND: Yeah, glad to see he's well-liked here. Anyway, I was talking to him and he said something that I didn't quite get. He said that you guys, HKW, the wrestlers, the management and even the fans ... You don't respect me. Me, Danny Diamond. I say that name and you guys just laugh it off. Is that right? I just came out here tonight to get one thing straight. All of those talented guys and girls you have wrestling here ... I'm better than them. The audience immediately switches to booing as Danny's arrogant side comes out. DANNY DIAMOND: Yeah, you heard me right. I am better than every God damn person in this company. That includes your roster, your champions, your management and all of you watching right now. What, you want to argue with that because I had a less-than-stellar time in PDW? A little down period in my career does not dictate how good I am. My long list of accomplishments does, however. Just because you guys haven't watched a single episode of 2WWF Breakdown or XWA Vendetta doesn't mean the amazing shit I did in those companies never happened. You might want to live in your own little bubble where only those who trend on Twitter are worth mentioning, but in the real, true world, I'm the best. None of you can hold a candle to me. I've been in some of the most savage wars ever, I've done more athletic things than any of you could ever hope to do and I've climbed every damn mountain that was put in front of me. You don't want to show me respect? Fine. I don't need your respect. I've got my own fans for that; fans who look at all the wrestling in the world, not one little area of it. Danny cracks a grin. DANNY DIAMOND: I know what's going to happen. People are simply going to laugh this off, as I mentioned earlier. "Danny Diamond really thinks he's something. Isn't that hilarious?" Laugh it off all you want. Get on your Twitter accounts and call me a phony. Say I'm nothing. At the end of the day, I - know - I'm better than all of you. Just remember, that Joey Miles you guys are all finally starting to respect and admire ... I made him. He was a product of Danny Diamond, a product of greatness. I wish him nothing but the best in his career, but at House of Pain, your hard-working Joseph Miles will not be walking out a winner. Respect me or not, diamonds are damn sure forever. "The Prized Gem" nonchalantly tosses the microphone over his shoulder as "Bat Country" again hits the PA System. Danny exits the ring and makes his way to the back in front of a booing arena. BRIAN MASON: Well, that certainly isn't going to make Danny any more popular here. RANDY THE PILOT: You think he gives a fuck? He's only here for one match and then it's back to semi-retirement in his mansion. Guy's an asshole, but I don't think he cares. JERMAINE MARKS: Man, this dude came up in our company and said he's better than all of us. Fuck that shit. I don't really care for Joey, but that nigga better put Danny in his place. Shane Atwater is shown backstage preparing for his match in a couple of minutes against GFP talent, Flame. The number one contender seems to be in a peaceful mood, but that all changes when he looks to his left, causing him to roll his eyes and forcing his jaw to clench in annoyance. Shane’s main foe in Hard Knox Wrestling, [MY NAME IS] Jack Warren, walks into the shot, grinning like the idiot that he is. Atwater clenches his fists and looks ready to go to another war with Warren, but the Indianapolis native doesn’t want any of the submission specialist at this moment. JACK WARREN: Whoa there, grumpy. Calm down. I come in peace. Jack Warren gives Shane the peace sign, but that seems to make the man’s need to bash his skull in even greater, forcing Jack to take back a step before he speaks again. JACK WARREN: So, what’s good? Ready for this match against Flame? Don’t think you’re gonna get BURNED tonight, are you? See what I did there? Warren gives Atwater a cheesy smile (for some reason he really wants Atwater to beat him within an inch of his life). When Jack realizes that Shane seems to be even more hostile than before, he clears his throat and adds. JACK WARREN: I just came here to wish you luck, that’s all. Can’t a guy wish another guy, who he’s gonna beat at Destiny bee-tee-dubs, good luck? Shane is practically seething at that point, but somehow, someway, manages to find the restraint not to throttle Warren then and there, knowing full well he has a match coming up soon that needs his undivided attention. He narrows his eyes at Warren, rubbing his jaw as he cracks his neck. SHANE ATWATER: The only “luck” that’s going to be necessary between us...Jackie Boy...Is you clinging to the hope that after I’m finished with you at Destiny...when I’m finished claiming the World Championship...that you have at least one still functional limb left, so you can use it to drag yourself back to whatever hole you crawled out of. Shane takes a step toward Jack, almost considering it, but Jack backs up, his hands up, and Shane thinks better of it, the anger subsiding...but only momentarily. SHANE ATWATER: And if you want to make it to Destiny, I suggest you get the FUCK out of my locker room, or I’m going to break you into small enough pieces that nobody will be able to put poor Jackie Boy back together again. Got it? Shane shot a look toward the door, but Warren only smiles that smug, shit-eating grin of his, shaking his head, looking as though he has zero intentions of leaving just yet. JACK WARREN: Shane, why can’t we be friends? Jack then thinks about it for a second before adding on. JACK WARREN: Oh, right. The whole...yeah. But I did come here to ask you a question. And I want you to really think about it before you answer. As you stand there, grumpier than that fucking muppet that lives in a trash can, I want you to really think. Who do you think is really out to get you heading into this match? The guy who already got what he rightfully wanted, a shot at the World championship, or the champion that only managed to defeat you because I distracted you? Shane considers that for a moment, a split second of doubt crossing his face before the scowl returns. SHANE ATWATER: Stop. Just...stop. I know what you’re getting at. I know what you’re trying to pull. Onyx and I...may have our differences. But she’s not a snake. She’s not a living, breathing, piece of garbage like you, Jackie-Boy. So if you think, for one second, that I’m going to take my focus off of you being the piece of reprehensible shit that you have always been, and, until I end you at Destiny, always will be...if you think for one second this little divide-and-conquer strategy you’ve pretty clearly cooked up in your head is going to work...Well damn, man, you’re dumber than I thought. And that, Jackie Boy...is saying something. Warren cracks another smile as he stares at Atwater. JACK WARREN: Okay. All I'm saying is, she certainly had no problem dropping you on your ass before. Who's to say she won't try it again? Warren then tests his luck and slaps Atwater on the shoulder before he walks out of the shot. Shane watches him leave with a disdainful look on his face, shaking his head as he brushes his shoulder off in annoyance. SHANE ATWATER: I hate that motherfucker. Shane curses under his breath as he goes back about preparing for his match with Flame...but pauses a moment, that look of doubt crossing his face once again before he shakes his head, trying to get his concentration back as the camera cuts away to ringside. ![]() "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. 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. Then a ringside employee hands him a microphone through the middle ropes, which he snatches away and walks towards the center of the ring. LUKE WISIA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, NO INTRODUCTION NEEDED, BUT THE MAN IS HEREEEEEE!! He pulls the “Interbrand Championship” made of cardboard off his shoulder and raises it high into the air as the crowd shows their distaste. Luke throws up a hand at them, ignores them and keeps on going. LUKE WISIA: I ain’t askin’ for you shitheads’ opinion. I’m just stating the facts. And here’s a lil somethin’ you might not know yet, but there’s big plans coming… oh yes, oh yes. For instance, where the hell is Colton Sterling? Wisia looks around with his hand over his eyes out towards the crowd, but there’s no sign of Colton. LUKE WISIA: HEREEEEE, COLTON. HERE BOY! Nope, no Colton. And you wanna know why there’s no Colton? Cause he finally sees me for the threat that I really am, and he’s not gonna show that ugly mug for quite some time now. Hell, I wouldn’t either if I had to deal with the problem that is….. ME! The crowd begins to boo heavily. LUKE WISIA: Whoa whoa whoa! Don’t be mad at the guy. It’s a wise decision on his part. Felicity ‘bout broke my nose but I still give up valuable time of my day to come out here and talk ‘bout Colton since the guy can’t be here with us today. So, please, show some respect! Moment of silence for Colton’s dignity. Wisia puts his head down in a prayer as the fans begins to stir in the silence. He nods his head back and forth a few times before raising it, then pulling the mic back up to his lips. LUKE WISIA: So since Colton ain’t here… and I doubt he will be at House of Pain… or Destiny for that matter. What’s a man to do? Well… forfeit win! YESSSS! Gettin’ those W’s without even leavin’ the comfort of my chair, man that’s the life. But hey, it’s the rules. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Am I right, or am I right? So it was a good show, Colton. You did your best and no one is gonna fault you for that. Call me Luke W Wisia. W stands for winner in case some of you morons ain’t know your english slang. Luke drops the microphone and holds up the “Interbrand Championship” one last time, leaning over the ropes and running his mouth at the fans in the first couple of rows, until….. COLTON STERLING: AHEM. Wisia suddenly stops and begins looking around before Colton speaks once again. COLTON STERLING: Up here, you fucking tool. LUKE WISIA: Wut…. Luke finally turns his attention to the entranceway and sees Colton Sterling on the Knoxotron, dressed in street clothes and holding a metal baseball bat as he smiles at Luke Wisia before giving him a mocking wave. COLTON STERLING: Hi, Luke. Yes, you’re right. I’m not at the show tonight. A few boos are heard from the audience. COLTON STERLING: And don’t worry, I don’t plan on being there tonight. But I will be at House of Pain. And I sure as hell will be there at Destiny, because you are not getting away from the ass beating that you deserve. But tonight? Tonight is all about getting you back from two weeks ago. Colt shifts the bat around his shoulder before continuing on. COLTON STERLING: After I watched you burn my father's watch two weeks ago, the only...ONLY thing I had to remember him, I knew that the only way to get you back, you stupid cunt, was to destroy something that you cherished just as much. But the problem was actually thinking of something that you cherished. And after two weeks, I'm 100 percent sure I found out what you cherish just as much. The camera pans out and shows...the Trap House. Luke's eyes widen as he stares at his Destiny opponent, who turns his back to the camera and looks at the Trap House as he continues on. COLTON STERLING: This...this is what you cherish more than anything. More than your bifta. More than your bike that makes you part of the Reapers In Pride. More than the Reapers In Pride. Hell, even more than your girlfriend. So, in retaliation, I've brought two good friends of mine... Two masked men walk into the shot, both carrying baseball bats as well. LUKE WISIA: TOUCH MY BIFTA AND I WILL SCALP YOU, MOTHER FUCKER! I JUST GOT THAT PAINT JOB DONE A FEW MONTHS AGO! Wisia pauses as he looks around the arena for help, any help. But none comes to his aid. COLTON STERLING: And they're going to help me give your place a nice...redecoration. C'mon on, boys. Colt begins walking to the front door, his two "friends" following him, tailed by the cameraman. Once they reach the front door, Sterling grabs a hold of the doorknob and turns it, allowing him to open the door. Smirking, he turns back to the camera. COLTON STERLING: Why did I have a feeling that the front door was going to be open? Nice job, dumbass. LUKE WISIA: You thief asshole… MY HOUSE IS OFF LIMITS! What are you even planning on doin’ in there!? Colt moves aside and lets his "friends" enter first before he enters himself. The cameraman follows and shows Colt motioning upstairs before the two men quickly head up the steps, allowing Colt to turn back to the camera. COLTON STERLING: Now, the place in general doesn't need too much of a makeover, but your room? Oh, yeah. That's a room that is the most in need of a makeover. And that's why I sent my two friends to start on your room while I see what I can fix here. Colt looks around and notices the kitchen before another smile appears on his face. Slowly, he makes his way there, the cameraman following him. Once in the kitchen, Colt walks over to the fridge and opens it before he looks at the contents, then grabs a chocolate pudding cup and shuts the fridge. Sterling then grabs a spoon from the drawer nearby and opens up the pudding cup before taking a spoonful from it and eating it. After a few minutes of chewing, Colt gives the camera thumbs up. COLTON STERLING: You may be a piece of human garbage, but you have good taste in pudding. Colt takes another spoonful and eats it as he grabs his bat and walks out of the kitchen. He proceeds to toss the bat onto the big couch, but it bounces off and crashes through the glass coffee table. Sterling stands there and stares at the shattered coffee table before looking over at the camera and shrugging. COLTON STERLING: That glass table was ugly as shit. Did you a service right there. But hey, let's go see how my friends are doing with redecorating your room. Sterling continues eating the pudding as he heads up the steps, cameraman in tow. Once on the upper level of the house, Colt and the cameraman follow the noises and finally find themselves right outside of Luke's room. LUKE WISIA: Quick… someone give me their cell phone. Luke rolls out of the ring and snatches a fan’s cellphone from ringside as he holds it up to the Knoxtron, already having 9-1 dialed in. LUKE WISIA: STOP RIGHT THERE, COLTON! Do one more fuckin’ thing and I swear to God I’ll have the cops there in about two minutes flat to arrest your ass. Then you really ain’t gonna be at Destiny, mother fucker! He starts to think on that some, then it’s as if a light bulb went off in Wisia’s head. LUKE WISIA: In fact…. that might just be the greatest idea I’ve ever had. COLTON STERLING: Who are you gonna call the cops on? You left the front door unlocked. I'm not breaking and entering. I'm more of a concerned citizen trying to make sure nobody robs you. Plus, the broken glass table was an accident. Colt enters the room and sees that the two men have already destroyed Luke's TV, ripped apart his pillow and mattress, smashed up all of the windows in his room, and are now destroying his headboard. COLTON STERLING: Hey, get out of here! The two masked men immediately stop and rush out of the room and down the stairs as Colt walks into the room, back still turned to the camera. COLTON STERLING: See? I even stopped my "friends" from destroying your room even more. Too bad I don't know what they look like... Colt begins laughing as he walks over to the nightstand next to the bed. Slowly, he opens the drawer, back turned to the camera. COLTON STERLING: Whoa. This is...this is bad news. But just to make sure that the cops don't come knocking, Luke, I think I'm going to take this drawer full of...what, stuff that'll get you heavy prison time? Sterling pulls the drawer completely off and holds it in one arm before he turns to face the camera. COLTON STERLING: I'll hold tight to all of this or maybe even get rid of it for you. But I'm sure you wouldn't want this falling into the hands of the police, Luke. So, enjoy the rest of your night. Colt goes to walk off before he looks at the room and motions to it with his free arm. COLTON STERLING: But don't get too comfortable cause at House of Pain, both you and I will be in action. In pick your poison action, that is. I choose your opponent and you choose mine. Enjoy your night off, prick. You're in for a rough couple of weeks. Have fun going up against Hunter Werth. The feed then cuts as Colt gives the camera the middle finger, though it is meant for Luke. LUKE WISIA: NOOOO! I’M NOT DOIN’ IT! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME FACE HUNTER AGAIN AFTER I BEAT HIS ASS AT THE LAST HOUSE OF PAIN! THIS AIN’T IN MY CONTRACT AND THIS IS AGAINST EVERY PERSONAL RULE I HAVE! I’M NOT FACING HUNTER AGAIN! I’M THE UNDEFEATED INTERBRAND CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOORLD! Luke then realizes that he’s talking to himself a the fans starts to fill up the arena with “Hunter” chants, causing him to shake his head at them, making a “no” motion with his arms. LUKE WISIA: Sorry folks! Not happenin’! I ain’t got anything to prove to YOU! To Hard Knox! Or to that Werthless piece of shit, HUNTER WERTH! The fans are still chanting “Hunter” as Luke puts hand up to his forehead like he was starting to get a headache. LUKE WISIA: FINE! If I gotta beat him again, so be it…. Just don’t blame me when I send him back home cryin’ for the second House of Pain in a row. And Colton? Colton bit off more than he can chew. You give me Werthless and I give you the Worth… He starts jumping up and down, slamming his feet on the mat like he was having a mini temper tantrum. LUKE WISIA: I GOT YOUR POISON, FUCKFACE! FELICTY BANKS! FELICTY BANKSSSSSSS! The fans actually go into a full blown cheer as Wisia announces who he wants Colton to face at House of Pain. Luke takes it a sign that they are cheering for him as he nods his head towards the crowd and gives them a small bow before sliding out under the bottom rope. The fans are still hyped about the possible Sterling vs Banks matchup as Luke holds his cardboard championship into the air. LUKE WISIA: Hunter will never take this from me! Never! This title is stayin’ on me because I’m the undefeated HOP GOD! He is walking up the ramp backwards and running his mouth at the crowd, who are still in full fledged chants as the camera zooms into Luke’s pissed off face before fading to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Destiny Cup semifinal match! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From Belfast, Northern Ireland weighing in tonight at 218 pounds, “The Strong Style Tripod” Brad Kane! 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. 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 as he waits for his match to begin as more cheers and camera flashes go off. BRIAN MASON: The returning veteran Brad Kane has a bit of a challenge ahead of him in this semifinal match. But I have faith he'll get rid of this rat son of-- JERMAINE MARKS: Damn slime you really need to let that shit go. Shit was like two months ago bruh. You like a damn female. Holdin' a old ass grudge and shit. RANDY THE PILOT: Can you pass the hot sauce bruh? “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. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring from Milan, Italy, weighing 229lbs, Alessiooooo vaaaan Duren!! 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 for his match to begin. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye if this match is any good I'm buying lunch tomorrow. JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga you still ain't pay me for the fuckin' dime bag last week slime?! I should beat yo fuckin' ass right now! BRIAN MASON: Did you really just...Never mind. The referee steps into the center of the ring and looks at both wrestlers who nod at him that they're ready. He nods and turns to call for the bell. ![]() DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!! After the bell rang the two met in the center of the ring and went ahead to test one another strength. Neither man looked to budge but the seasoned veteran switched up and grabbed Alessio head placing him into a side headlock. He then pulled Alessio over slamming him down on the ring while still holding the side headlock. Alessio used his athleticism to reach Brad's head with his legs and pull him off of him. Brad quickly gets out of the hold and hops to his feet, as does Alessio. Brad smirked a little impressed by van Duren. Alessio didn't return the favor as hit a jab punch in Brad's face taking him off guard. Alessio then followed up the attack with a European Uppercut before shooting for the legs for the Double Leg Takedown. With Brad down on his back Alessio quickly mounted on top of Brad to rain down some punches. Alessio got up off of Brad after he was satisfied with the damage done. He grabbed Brad's head but before he could do anything else Brad was already punching him in his mid section forcing him to back off. With enough room between himself and Alessio, Brad hopped up and hit a Enziguri. BRIAN MASON: Pretty good back to back action going on here between the two. JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah I gotta agree slime. I ain't really expect these simps to be this evenly matched. Back up to his feet Brad waited for Alessio to get back up to his feet. He stalked Alessio until he did so and kneed him in the middle off his back while grabbing his head in a Reverse Suplex position. Kane continued to knee Aleesio in the back until he hit a Reverse Suplex. Kane then locked in a STF in the center of the ring. The referee ran over asking Alessio if he wanted to quit. Alessio refuses to quit and begins to crawl towards the nearest rope. He reaches out for the rope and he as only finger length away from grabbing it. Kane tightened up the submission hold hoping that Alessio would give up this soon in the match. But no, Alessio grabbed the bottom rope forcing Brad Kane to let go. Brad Kane backed off and nodded to the referee. AVD slowly began to get up to his feet using the ropes to aid him. He looked over to Brad who stood across the ring waiting for him. Brad waved him over to come at him again. Alessio grunted but he accepted the challenge. The two grappled in the center of the ring once again. Once again neither man seemed to budge but the time around Alessio was the one to transition into an offense. He pushed Brad away and kicked him in the midsection. Alessio then pulled Brad's head in between his legs and lifted him up. He did a spin once and hit a Sit Down Powerbomb. Instead of going for the initial pin fall, he grabbed Kane's ankle and began to crank it into a Ankle Lock. And if that wasn't painful enough he went ahead and wrapped his legs around Brad's leg to apply more pressure onto it. Brad was now the one who was in the center of the ring yelling out in pain wanting out of the submission hold. He began to crawl over to the ropes closest to him. Alessio cranked the ankle more stopping him from crawling any further. Brad reached out to the bottom rope but he too was finger length away from it. He looked back at Alessio and began to kick him with his free leg until he was free. Alessio got up to his feet holding his face. He stepped away from Brad which was very uncharacteristic from him as he would normally just go right back at his opponent while was trying to get up. Not this time around as he watched Brad use the ropes to get up to his feet hobbling a little on his right leg. RANDY THE PILOT: This might as well of been a submission match bruh. There ain't been no pin yet just submission attempts. JERMAINE MARKS: Ain't nothing wrong with that slime. Sometime you just wanna make a nigga yo bitch. The two once again met in the center of the ring but rather than test one another's strength, Alessio swung and missed Brad. Brad then swung for a punch of his own and misses as van Duran sucked under. As he came back up Alessio hit a breast chop that seemed to sting a bit. Brad took the pain and returned a breast chop of his own. The fans winced as they watched the two trade breast chops until Brad Kane got the better of the two and hit a Koppu Kick out of no where that stunned Alessio. Alessio backed into a turnbuckle holding his head. Brad then walked over hitting a couple more breast chops until he pulls Alessio down hitting him with a Chestblower. Brad then goes for the first pin fall of the night. ONE TWO TTHHHRRR-KICKOUT! Brad looked up at the ref making sure it wasn't a three count. He laughed a little before he got up to his feet and looked down at Alessio. Kane shrugged his shoulders and nodded as he began to pick Alessio back up to his feet. He hit a few European Uppercuts that we later followed up by a few knees. Kane irish Whipped AVD into the ropes and he bent over waiting for Alessio to return. Once Alessio made it back Alessio took Kane by surprise by grabbing the back of his head and driving his face into his knee. The fans booed as Alessio got back up to his feet and seen that Kane stumbled all the way back to a bottom turnbuckle. He smirks as he sprints over and hits a Facewash. Brad falls flat on the mat in front of the turnbuckle visibly out of it. Alessio climbs up on the second rope and taunts to the crowd. His taunt gets a negative reaction from the crowd as he leaps off and hits a Knee Drop. Alessio then goes for a pin fall of his very own. ONE TWO THHHHRRRRRR-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Neither man willing to give up in his one guys. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah bruh. Seems like they just gonna keep laying it on each other till one breaks. The path to destiny ain't no joke bruh. Alessio got up to his knee asking the referee if it was a three count. He started to argue but just shook his head not happy with the call. He started to grab the head of Kane as he got back up to his feet. He punched Kane a few times before he set up for a DDT. Before AVD could pull off the maneuver Kane grabbed his legs and lifting him up. Alessio looked around not sure what was bound to happen next with him being up in the air. The best he could do was try to tighten his hold around Kane's neck but it was no uses as Kane hit a Spinebuster forcing Alessio to let go. Kane got up holding his head while wincing a bit. He then back into the ropes and waited for Alessio to get up to his knee. Alessio slowly did and as he did so Kane walked over going for The Killshot but no! Alessio dodged ang got up. Before he could swing to go for a punch Alessio was already behind him hitting a German Suplex. Alessio kept his fingers clinched as he got Kane up to his feet at the same time to hit another German Suplex. His fingers still clinched he held Brad tighter this time around making sure it was difficult for Brad to breathe before he hit his third and last German Suplex. The last German Suplex, Alessio released Kane having him fly across the ring. Up on his knee now Alessio smiled as he went over to go for yet another pin fall. ONE TWO THHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT! Alessio couldn't believe his ears. This time around he did in fact argue with the ref which bought Kane enough time to get back up to his feet. Once Kane was up to his feet turned Alessio around and went to swing for a punch but Brad didn't have the same speed he did earlier in the match making the swing a bit slow. This allowed Alessio to hook the arm and place a Kimura Lock. Brad yelled out in pain not wanting to quit which lead to Alessio hitting the Graceful Brutality! Brad fought the pain for a while but he couldn't bare the pain much more as he began to tapout. DING!! DING!! DING!! BRIAN MASON: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Destiny Cup brand finals at House of Pain... ALESSIO VAN DUREN! Alessio hopped up to his feet and held up his arms in victory as his music blared in the arena. Up to this feet once again Brad Kane stood there and waited for Alessio to turn back towards him. The people in the arena looked on in caution not knowing what was to come next. Brad held out his hand and Alessio looked down at it. He looked around to the crowd for a moment then....Shook Kane's hand. BRIAN MASON: Wow. I can't believe this prick just won the respect of Brad Kane. JERMAINE MARKS: Slime, let it go! Brad held up his arm and left the ring for Alessio to continue celebrating, the crowd giving AVD a mixed reaction with surprisingly more cheers than jeers. WINNER & ADVANCING TO THE DESTINY CUP BRAND FINALS: ALESSIO VAN DUREN (10:49) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:16 PM Post #5 |
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![]() Trilluminaughty member Tyron Bombay was shown sitting outside his locker room with an ice pack pressed against the back of his head. He looked disgusted and furious over the happenings earlier in the night where Trelicity cost the duo a victory over Joey Miles and Kaiden Hawke. TYRON BOMBAY: Girl can’t do anything right. I don’t understand why in the world Fran keeps that girl around, man. She’s not even a poor man's Felicity Banks - she’s a BROKE man’s Felicity Banks! After speaking Felicity’s name, Bombay remembered a message he received earlier from Fran. TYRON BOMBAY: Oh, yeah. That’s right. Me and Bigz are supposed to take Fel out tonight. He looked up and down the hallway as he slid himself off of the equipment crate he was sitting on. TYRON BOMBAY: Gotta find Bigz first. Throwing the ice pack onto the crate, Tyron started pacing down the hallway in search for one of his partners in crime. Once he turned down the hallway, he saw a trail of hundred dollar bills leading in the direction of a closed door. TYRON BOMBAY: Benjamin! My favorite president of all time! Who threw you on the ground like this?! Bombay hunched over and picked up every single hundred dollar bill that lead to the door, sliding them into the front of his trunks. TYRON BOMBAY: Don’t worry. You guys have a home with me. The Trilluminaughty member shined off a big grin as he straightened out his back and glanced at the door that the hundred dollar bills lead to. On the door was a note that captured Bombay’s undivided attention. TYRON BOMBAY: There’s more where that came from inside…? Bombay looked up and down the hallway, then pressed his hand against the doorknob. TYRON BOMBAY: You don’t gotta tell me twice. He pushed open the door and walked right in. Once he got inside he noticed that it was just a small, empty locker room that wasn’t occupied by any of the HKW talents. TYRON BOMBAY: Where’s the money at?! I’m here! Almost on cue, the black ninja figure from earlier in the night came crashing through the ceiling, falling right on top of Bombay and taking him down! The ninja locked in a sleeper hold on Bombay, applying more and more pressure as Bombay struggled. BLACK NINJA: Stay still. It’ll only be worse for you if you don’t. The ninja whispered, but Bombay wasn’t listening. He continued to struggle until the black ninja finally let Bombay go and kipped up to their feet. Bombay got up as well, clutching at his throat with his right hand. TYRON BOMBAY: Who the hell are you?! And what the HAYELL do you think you’re doing attacking me?! The black ninja shrugged her shoulders and motioned for Bombay to bring the fight. When Bombay went to obey, the white ninja appeared out of nowhere swinging their nunchucks in a circular motion before diving low and capping the nunchucks in the back of Bombay’s left knee.!He falls to a knee and clutches the injured one. TYRON BOMBAY: Mother Fu- Before he could say another word, the white ninja came right back and capped his other knee causing him to bow down to the black ninja. Seemingly satisfied, the white ninja does some quick nunchaku tricks before resting them under her arm and bowing to the black ninja. The black ninja stared at Bombay, a crease forming behind the mouth mask that resembled a smile. BLACK NINJA: This isn’t the time to bow down, peasant. After their words, the black ninja lunged forward and blasted Bombay with a superkick that took him right out! It was pretty evident to see who the black ninja was now, but that didn’t stop her from finishing the job on Bombay. BLACK NINJA: I told you… I told Fran… I told everybody in this company… She hunched over right by Bombay’s head and whispered into his ear. BLACK NINJA: You don’t fuck with me because I always, ALWAYS get the last laugh. She began laughing maniacally as she stood upright, turned around, and saw an old school television set resting on top of dresser behind her. She glanced down at Bombay, then back at the television and pulled it from the dresser, crashing it down onto Bombay’s legs! Bombay screamed in agony as the black ninja grabbed the white ninja by the wrist and the duo ran out of the vacant locker room. BLACK NINJA: Two down, one to go. The white ninja seemed a bit worried as the they ran down the hall to the point where they pulled their arm away and got an off duty EMT’s attention. The white ninja directed them to the room they were just in and gave him a thumbs up once he ran to go see what was going on. When the white ninja returned to the black ninja, she was tapping her foot on the ground looking disappointed. The white ninja just shrugged, making the black ninja shake her head as the two continued their way down the hall. ![]() Eli Zayn is standing backstage of the izod center, a very determined Brian Stryker standing to his right. ELI ZYAN: Ladies and gentle I am standing next to Brian Stryker. Brian tonight you look to make it to the finals of the defiance bracket of the destiny cup. What is going through your head? Brian smirks a bit to himself. BRIAN STRYKER: It’s pretty simple Eli. I have gotten this far already. People expected me to be one of the first ones knocked out of this tournament yet here I am surviving. Last Defiance, Jay’Don got into a fight with his little tag partner and I ended up having to brawl with Brad Kane. I expect to see him in the finals cause honestly, it was only ever gonna be us two. It was destined to be us. ELI ZAYN: Last round you were very vocal against Nicky V and how you felt about him. This time around you were more quiet about it. Any reason for that? BRIAN STRYKER: No. I still think the guy is utter garbage and well send him packing before the night is over. But you see, to insult my opponent means I have to have some kind of emotion towards them and quite frankly when it comes to ole Jay’Don, I don’t care about him. He is so low on my list I don’t care what he says, what he does. He could no show for all we care and I will think nothing more or less of him. When I actually beat him tonight, it’ll be the last time he gets any attention from me. ELI ZAYN: Any final words? Brian thinks to himself before taking the mic from Eli and staring straight into the camera, the determination evident on Brian’s face. BRIAN STRYKER: Jay’Don this message is for you and both those other assclowns who think they are gonna beat me in this tournament. You are sadly mistaken. I am not gonna let someone take this chance from me. I was given the ball in the tournament and I am still running with it. I am bouncing it higher than anyone else. I have proven my abilities to fight and my abilities to win. In the end my hand will be raised in victory. Not just tonight but in the Defiance finals and at Destiny itself when I win this entire thing and become the first ever Destiny Cup Champion. Brian hands the mic back to Eli before walking off, ready to once again prove his doubters wrong. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The next match is set for one fall! Introducing first… From Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds, JACK WARREN! -"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. Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards his corner and getting ready for his match. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, Ladies and gentlemen.....standing six feet tall....weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds.....originally from Whiting, Iowa and now fighting out of Camp Nightfall in Moberly, Missouri....this is...NIGHTBRINGER...RYAN...COREY!!!!! The guitar-electronica mix of "Feed The Machine" by RED begin to jar the audience's ears, and Ryan Corey, replete in his trademark long white trenchcoat, begins to walk to the ring as the lyrics kick in. Corey reaches the ringside area as the small interlude between verse and chorus happens, and just as the chorus kicks in, he hops from the floor to the ring apron, and then from the apron into the ring, slingshotting himself over the top rope. As the rest of the chorus rings out, the music begins to fade, and Corey takes off the trench, handing it through the ropes to a ringside attendant. BRIAN MASON: The wily veteran Ryan Corey looks set to go here, folks! JERMAINE MARKS: What you know ‘bout it? Corey’s grandkids are wily veterans. Warren gonna mop the floor with ol’ red, son. RANDY THE PILOT: I heard some things about Warren, namely… he is THE MAN! As the music dies, he steps center-ring, and while looking at his opponents, slowly draws a thumb across his throat, making sure he looks his opponent directly in the eyes while doing it. ![]() DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and we are underway as the two men lock up… rather it looked like they were going to lock up but Warren thumbs Corey in the eye and grabs a side headlock, yelling to the crowd like he’s just sealed it, cocky as ever. Warren grinds on the headlock but Corey shoves him off into the ropes. As Warren rebounds, Ryan drops to the mat. Warren leaps over him but stops on a dime, eyeing Corey laying there he drops a big elbow… but Corey rolled out of the way. Corey rolls up smiling and pointing to his temple. Ryan lifts him to his feet and chops away at Warren, backing him into the corner. The crowd is getting into it after each stinging chop. Warren’s chest is red as he attempts to cover up and stumble out of the corner, but Corey shakes his head ‘no’ and shoves him back into the corner, ramming a shoulder to the gut that brings Warren off his feet a couple times. Now he yanks Warren out of the corner and plants him with a snap suplex. Corey runs over to the buckles and climbs then, lining up Warren he leaps for a top rope elbow drop… and now Warren rolls out of the way! RANDY THE PILOT: I think we see why Ryan rarely uses that top rope for anything, huh? JERMAINE MARKS: Surprised his creaky ass knees let him step up like that. BRIAN MASON: Come on guys, he’s not that old… LOOK OUT! Corey staggers to his feet favoring his elbow and Warren blasts him with a high-impact lariat that sends him end over end, down flat on his back. Now Warren stomps away at him, to the chest and the head. Corey tries to evade to the ropes, but Warren puts Ryan’s head across the bottom rope face down and chokes away at him with a boot on the back of his neck. The ref admonishes him, starting to count and Warren breaks at four. He picks Ryan up and drills a double underhook suplex, dropping down and putting a forearm across his face for good measure, to pin. ONE! KICKOUT!!! Warren just shakes his head, not worried in the slightest. He picks Corey up and slaps him across the face. He whips him into the ropes, looking for a dropkick… but Ryan held onto the ropes! Warren leaped into the air and hit nothing, landing on the back of his neck. He rolls up holding his neck, slightly more embarrassed than hurt. Ryan runs up and nails a spinning back heel kick, dazing him. Corey hauls him up and drills several European uppercuts. He whips Warren to the ropes but runs along with him, still holding his arm, he drills him with a knee to the gut in the ropes. Now he picks up Warren in a suplex, bouncing his legs off the top rope for the momentum assist, and suplexing him to the mat. He picks up Warren again and nails the full-nelson suplex he calls the Bridge at the Edge of Night. Ryan hangs back and waits for Warren to rise… measuring him he runs up for for the high velocity spear he calls Shinkensen… sidestepped by Warren! Corey dove through the ropes and crashlands on the arena floor! RANDY THE PILOT: Crash and burn baby! Medic! JERMAINE MARKS: Aint no fixing his old broke ass… BRIAN MASON: He’s trying to get up though, and here comes Warren! Jack Warren runs to the corner and gets to the top quickly, as Ryan staggers to his feet Warren leaps and hits him with a diving crossbody all the way to the arena floor! Now the referee is counting, but Warren gets up holding his ribs and rolls Corey back into the ring. Warren climbs onto the apron, wiping his feet and smirking. He waits for Corey to rise and slingshots in for another lariat… but Ryan dropkicks him right in the face! Total desperation, and both men are down. Corey rises first and hauls up Warren… he hits him with Total Darkness (vertical suplex into reverse Michinoku Driver)! He pins and the ref slides into position… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! BRIAN MASON: I really thought that was it, Ryan really stunned him with that dropkick. JERMAINE MARKS: Boy, you’re stunned when they got a two for one t-shirt sale at the Gap. Hush. RANDY THE PILOT: They got Big & Tall? I’m asking for a friend… yeah Corey slaps the mat, hoping that was the end. He gets up wiping the sweat from his face, pushing his hair back. He walks around, leaning on the ropes, looking back over at Warren as he attempts to get up. Ryan shrugs and runs at him when he rises, looking for Shinkensen again. He leaps… and Warren catches him by the head and drives him straight to the mat with a DDT! Now Warren is in the driver’s seat, and he laughs waving ryan on, as the redhead tries to stumble to his feet… but Warren runs in and hits a single leg dropkick that shoves Corey back into the corner. He slumps there, trying to regain his wits. But Warren allows him no rest, as he runs in and hits a wild leaping lariat on him. Corey stumbles out of the corner, and Warren grabs him around the head… hits Nail on a Coffin (headlock driver)! He covers… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… JACK WARREN!!! Warren celebrates in his own cocky way, acting obnoxious as he roams around the ring, dropping to the mat and rolling out backing up the aisle with his arms raised over his head. BRIAN MASON: Ryan Corey put up a lot of heart here tonight, but it just wasn’t enough. RANDY THE PILOT: You can only hold off Father Time for so long, Mason. JERMAINE MARKS: Dude, I think Ryan IS Father Time.. damn. Warren points and laughs at Ryan Corey and then makes a 'championship belt' motion around his waist as Defiance cuts to an advertisement. WINNER: JACK WARREN (8:13) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:16 PM Post #6 |
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![]() The moment the scene fades back inside the IZOD Arena “Hero” by. Skillet hits the PA System and the Defiance General Manager Romeo Price steps out onto the stage holding a championship belt that didn’t seem to resemble any of HKW’s championship belts. And that because it wasn’t, it was the PDW Bloodshed Championship. He held the championship belt close to his chest as he began to make his way down the ramp ignoring the fans who were either cheering or booing him along the way. WHISPER VIPERI: From Los Angeles, CA….Defiance General Manager…...RROOMMMEEEOOOO PPRRRIICCCCEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Before he began to make his way up the steel steps he looks around to the fans and then back down to the Bloodshed Championship. A smirk formed on his face as he looked at it. He then entered the ring and took the microphone from Whisper Viperi as she handed it to him. After she exited the ring Romeo’s theme music began to fade away. BRIAN MASON: There’s no doubt about it. That there is the Platinum Dynasty Wrestling Bloodshed Championship belt that was reportedly missing from Zero McHannon’s home a couple of weeks ago. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh I remember when him and Zero went to war just to get a chance to hold that belt. That was before Romeo helped my boy get out of some legal shit but that ain’t the point bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: What’s the big deal? Romeo hit a lick on that nigga now he finna stunt. Some real nigga shit, slime. Romeo waited for the fans to quiet down enough for him to speak. Once they were he began to speak while looking down at the belt. ROMEO PRICE: Do you people know what this is? This a piece of history the ignited wars like no other in the history of this business. It is something that I myself found myself in a battleground for….I unmanned it….I fought for it...I fought for a chance to win it...Many battles that will not go forgotten. He places the championship back on his shoulder and looked out to the crowd. ROMEO PRICE: The last holder of this championship belt was a man that...That I had the pleasure of beating the shit out of. And I say that with a smile on my face because the truth is I enjoyed every moment of that match. But the end result of that match never set right with me...Never..Was he the better man that night? Hmph….Zero McHannon isn’t a man to be considering better than anyone on God’s green Earth. He’s far from it. He simply….He simply got lucky that night and walked out of that match the number one contender for the belt. And what did he do when it came his chance to win it… Romeo looked around. ROMEO PRICE: He did something I wouldn’t of done….He failed. And he failed miserably. He did all that...He went to war with me just to ultimately fail the first time around...Pathetic… He shook his head a little. ROMEO PRICE: He then waited until there wasn’t a man he couldn’t beat for it to become the last ever Bloodshed Champion...Lucky for him I was called away from this hobby of mine to keep him from achieving that goal….But not now...I’m finally going to right that wrong once and for all. Romeo lowers the championship belt once more and stares at it. ROMEO PRICE: This Bloodshed Championship….It was...It was the only thing I was destined to win there in PDW. The only thing I wanted to achieve….I could defeat every champion they handed my way. Sure...I could carry some useless sack of shit for a pair of championship belts just to be cheated out of winning them because of him...Sure...But to sit there and watch the likes of Zero McHannon achieve something that I didn’t….To win and become the last ever PDW Bloodshed Champion? Romeo stays quiet for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: It sickens me….To see his name etched onto this gold plate where my name should rightfully be… Out of nowhere, “This Means War” hits the speakers as the fans jump to their feet in excitement, knowing full well that whose music it was. It pauses for a few moments then the rampway lights up in white lights as Zero McHannon steps out from behind the curtain to the cheering crowd. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, one of the board members here in Hard Knox… From Miami, Florida… ZEROOO MCHANNNNONNNNN! He begins to walk down the ramp as one of the employees meet him halfway with a microphone. Zero takes a few moments out of his time to reach out to the fans, then stops at the bottom, right in front of the ring and looks at Romeo Price. Zero looks like he’s about to go into a long winded speech, but he just raises the microphone up to his mouth and speaks. ZERO MCHANNON: So this is what it’s all about, huh? The championship that you were “destined” to win? Funny thing about destiny is that it happens when it’s supposed to happen. If you did all this shit, building up from Darkness Falls, for that championship that has been sitting in my trophy case for years now…. you can have it. McHannon slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops right back up to his feet, keeping his distance away from Romeo. ZERO MCHANNON: Championships and titles are just another accomplishment… a past accomplishment. Romeo, you’ve been living in the past this whole time now, while I’ve been the one concentrating on the future. On what’s to come next… And if you would’ve just asked for the Bloodshed Championship, I would’ve gave it to you. He holds a finger before the fans start to get crazy, or before Price can cut him off. ZERO MCHANNON: But not anymore… You’ve taken this farther than just taking the Bloodshed Championship out of my house while I was away. You’ve taken this to a level that I can’t forgive or forget. The truce we had. Me helping you to destroy Risky. Turning on me at the last pay per view. And then you went at my heart when you went at my trainer… and out of respect for him, I’m not going to dwell on it in front of all these people. But you’ve crossed a line that is much more deeper than any title. Zero finally takes a few steps forward and turns his head sideways. ZERO MCHANNON: But that title? I brought that title to LIFE! For a year straight I had to see that championship held down by people who didn’t give a single fuck about it. Or people, such as yourself, who walked away when it put you down. Winning that title became personal to me and I set out to achieve that goal. After I won it, I’m not sure people knew what the top championship on PDW really was. I beat TJ Jones. I beat V. I beat Kenny Natural. All three were the best of the best for that Platinum Championship. And all three were beat by the Bloodshed Champion… ME! He takes a breathe and continues right back it. ZERO MCHANNON: If you cared so much about that title, you wouldn’t have taken your eyes off the prize. You would’ve kept fighting until you finally had what you deserved. You know what you deserve now? Nothing… Not even a two year old title that isn’t even competed for anymore. I did more with that title in the months that I had it… then you could’ve ever done holding it for years… Romeo’s face turned at the sight of Zero and listening to him speak. He continue to hold the title and shook his head. ROMEO PRICE: I didn’t do all that I did just for this championship, Mr. McHannon...You see you still haven’t got it yet. You are still not focused. I did all of that to do one thing and one thing only. And that was to break you..To diminish you like no other man or woman could in this world. I did that didn’t I Mr. McHannon…. He laughs a little and looks up to the ceiling before looking back down at Zero. ROMEO PRICE: Not even that poor son of a bitch could of done it...Hell, I could have done worse than just that Zero. You know exactly what I’m talking about when I say this don’t you? Romeo looks down at Zero’s arm and smirked. He then shrugged not wanting to continue down that road. Not now at least. He shifted his sights back to the Bloodshed Championship in his hand. ROMEO PRICE: This title...This is just a symbol of what we have in common. We both love this championship. I’m not going to sit here and deny what you did for the Bloodshed Championship was good because you’re right...It was. You did defeat those who were sitting at the very top. That only proved that those men weren’t as good as they were perceived of being...You did good things for championship that men who just couldn’t withstand carry properly like a Dom Harter or a James Shark...I’m not denying that fact Mr. McHannon… He slowly looks back up to Zero. ROMEO PRICE: But what I am saying is that none of those men deserved that championship than… He poked Zero in his chest. ROMEO PRICE: ...yourself. Or me. We single handedly revived that crumbling division with just our battle at Legacy. Not even the current champion and his challenger could do what we did for it. This is Bloodshed Championship, Mr. McHannon… Romeo stepped back a little while holding the championship. ROMEO PRICE: This is what makes us unique. Makes us stand out from the others...Because we...We slayed the champions who dared to stand before us time and time again. And there was no one better than to the two of us who could truly the other… Romeo chuckled as he looked away. ROMEO PRICE: You don’t realize how bad I wanted to do just that Mr. McHannon...Come back and fight for this championship belt but I couldn’t for reasons I don’t expect you to understand...But now…Now I am able to do what I couldn’t years ago. Zero starts to slow clap for Romeo, stepping even closer and titling his head to the side. ZERO MCHANNON: You want a shot at that belt… if you win, the belt that you’ll take home and hang on the wall like I’ve done for all these years? It’s not like it’s defended anymore, but you want the chance to take one of my most prized possessions, then I’m not going to deny you that. But if you think you’re just going to walk into the ring and have me lay down for you to take it… you’re more of a fool than I’ve anticipated. McHannon takes a few steps back this time and makes his way over to the ropes nearby. ZERO MCHANNON: But hey, I finally see your whole plan coming together, because I’m not going to lie, you made this personal. You can choose the prize… but I’m going to choose your fate. This time Zero is the one to smirk as he looks out the to the crown, then back to Romeo. ZERO MCHANNON: That title has always came with a stipulation and this one is no different. Not only do I want to beat… pin you.. lay your ass out on the mat for more than ten seconds like I’ve before… I want to make you TAP! This time the crowd loses it, jumping to their feet and blowing the roof off the arena as Zero is laughing. He raises the microphone back to his lips and they simmer down. ZERO MCHANNON: That’s right. Beating you isn’t good enough for me anymore. Beating you until you don’t have the strength to stand up isn’t good enough for me anymore. You’re going to “quit”. You’re going tap, and then you’re going to admit defeat that way. And when it’s all said and done, there will be no denying that I was the best Bloodshed Champion without a doubt to hold that belt when PDW closed its doors. And for you? There will be no denying that I was hungrier, determined, and BETTER! Zero stares at Romeo as they exchange glances. ZERO MCHANNON: So it’s my match or no match at all. Have it your way. Romeo looked around to the ruckus crowd who was wanting to see a Bloodshed Submission Match between the two former PDW Superstars. He then looked back down at the title and nodded. ROMEO PRICE: If it means I can get my hands on you one last time and for this championship belt? Romeo walked over to Zero shoving the title into his chest forcing him to take it back. The two now face to face staring at each other with such anger and tension that you could cut with a butter knife. ROMEO PRICE: Then Mr. McHannon you have yourself a match. See you at Destiny…. “Hero” by. Skillet hits the PA System as the fans go right back to cheering at the top of their lungs. BRIAN MASON: What the?! Did we just hear yet another blockbuster match for Destiny: Chapter 2 announced?! RANDY THE PILOT: I think we did bruh. We the PDW fans finally get what we’ve always been waiting for, Zero vs. Romeo II and it’s for the championship belt that has cemented their legacy inside of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, the Bloodshed Championship! ![]() The camera shows Eli standing beside Onyx Payne with a smile on her face, causing the fans to erupt in cheers. She holds the HKW World championship over her shoulder as she is wearing a white Onyxerated hoodie. ELI ZAYN: Joining me this even is the World Champion, Onyx Payne. Eli turns towards Onyx who seems a little antsy. ELI ZAYN: Now Onyx. You have done everything in your power to make sure that Shane and Jack both get what they want come Destiny, and that is the chance at the HKW World Title but, what happened after Defiance XXXVIII, it’s clear that neither of them, especially Shane are happy with your decision. How does that make you feel? ONYX PAYNE: Well Eli, it doesn’t make me regret my decision. In fact, I’m pretty impressed to see how much they both want this but, I wish they didn’t care about the how. And if I’m being honest… I kind of wish they were more appreciative. Because I didn’t have to go to Brandon and ask for the match. I could have just let them fight among themselves while I found something… or someone else to preoccupy my time. Looking away from the camera, Onyx runs her hand through her hair as though she was hiding something before looking back at Eli with a innocent smile as she shrugs. ONYX PAYNE: So what if they have to fight in a triple threat match for the HKW World Title. The fact that they get a shot should be their top priority, and instead of fighting each over who truly deserves the shot... They should be looking at the bigger picture, and that’s the HKW World Title. /she looks at the title on her shoulder briefly/ This is what they both want. What they both think they deserve, and they have a shot at it at Destiny. One of the contenders to Onyx’s championship, [MY NAME IS] Jack Warren slowly enters the shot, sarcastically clapping the HKW World champion. There’s a grin on his face as he stares at one of the two people he’ll be facing at Destiny. JACK WARREN: That was an adorable little speech there. Almost like every time you get on a mic, you sound like you’re trying to pretty much be the goody two shoes role that you have been placed in. But that’s alright, it works well for you. Jack looks at the World title once before returning his stare back to the holder of said title. JACK WARREN: Now I know that you could have gone and found some other contenders, especially since Shane is more vanilla than vanilla ice cream, but you didn’t. And I do appreciate all of that. Truly, I do. But you gotta understand one thing and that’s that this triple threat between the three of us will not be what you want it to be. And what you want it to be is a fair and square match between you, me, and that stupid submission loving fuck. Jack leans in a bit. JACK WARREN: But you know damn well one of us isn’t going to play fair. Now I know you, oh Mother Theresa of HKW, will play fairly because you refuse to win matches otherwise. You like winning them fair because it shows you off as the dominant champion that you have been so far and that you could be should you put me and Atwater away. Now, the question is, which one of us, myself or Shane, would be the one not keeping this match as fair as possible? Warren stops leaning in and pulls away before pointing to himself. JACK WARREN: A lot of people would say that I would be the one ruining the integrity of this match, including some of those idiots out there that bought a ticket to see this show tonight. But I can personally tell you that I want no one to doubt me when I raise that title- Warren points at the HKW World championship. JACK WARREN: -high in the air at Destiny, having defeated both you and that moron. So I promise you that I’m not the one to cause any worry here. It’s Shane that is if you really think about it. Jack pokes the side of his temple with his right index finger. JACK WARREN: Think about it. He has vowed to break my arm by any means necessary, which could very well mean he goes ahead and brings a weapon in this match. Think about the fact that he has such a short fuse and I set it off so easily. Hell, I jumped you and beat your ass one time and you channeled it a lot more differently than he did. He’s got anger issues and you know very well that those anger issues are going to lead him into doing something extremely unnecessary, like taking this fair and square match and turning it into complete anarchy. And if you don’t believe me? Jack points to some place out of the shot, possibly to the ring area. JACK WARREN: Watch his match with Flame tonight. Watch as Flame gets him so irritated he starts losing his cool and gets himself disqualified. Basically, all I’m saying is, maybe the problem is with him, since both you and I have seen first hand what happens when he gets mad. But hey, don’t take it from me, the fucking man Jack Warren. Go ahead and see for yourself later tonight. As Warren walks away, Onyx watches after him as she adjust her hold on the World title on her shoulder before looking at Eli as though she was debating on what exactly she should do, especially since Warren’s words did ring a bit of truth. Taking a deep breath, she figured out the best way she should go about this. ONYX PAYNE: Looks like I am going to have to help the commentary team tonight during Shane’s match. Just in case. Before Eli could get a word in edgewise, Onyx was already rushing off down the hall to where she took a corner sharply leaving Eli to wonder while he scratches his head. ELI ZAYN: I wonder where she is rushing off to. ![]() HKW Defiance interviewer Eli Zayn is seen backstage, microphone in hand. ELI ZAYN: My guest at this time is Joey Miles. The fans can be heard cheering, even in the backstage, as the camera pans out a bit to reveal Joey, dressed in casual clothing after having his match earlier in the evening. JOEY MILES: Hey, Eli. Still taller than me, I see. Fuck, man. Eli lets out a slightly uncomfortable chuckle. ELI ZAYN: Heh, yeah. So, Joey, I just wanted to get a word with you regarding Danny Diamond's statements earlier in the night. JOEY MILES: Ahhh, Danny. He's an interesting guy. ELI ZAYN: That he is. As you're probably well aware, he made his way to the ring earlier tonight and stated that he's better than everyone in this company. Do you agree with that statement? Do you think he was right to say it? JOEY MILES: Well, honestly, I don't know if Danny's "better than everyone in this company". I don't know if I'd go that far. I do, however, believe he's highly under-appreciated for his ability in HKW because of his time in PDW. That said, was it right of Danny to go out there and claim to be better than everyone in HKW? I don't know, man. But that's just Danny being Danny. He's an egotistical little fuck and that's part of his charm. ELI ZAYN: What do you think of him saying he made you, that you were a product of Danny Diamond? JOEY MILES: Well, here's the thing. Danny's taught me a lot. He's taught me damn near everything I know. But that's just it. He's taught me - damn near - everything I know. I got a few tricks up my sleeve that he doesn't know about. He was very instrumental in making me who I am today, but I've had to overcome a hell of a lot of demons without his help. I wouldn't say I'm a product of Danny Diamond or that he made me, but he did help me a damn lot and I'm very thankful for that. ELI ZAYN: Alright, well, one final question for you and then I'll let you head out. This one's pretty straight forward. Do you think you can beat Danny Diamond? Joey ponders the question for a minute, looking down as he does so. He lets out a slight chuckle and then looks up at Eli. JOEY MILES: Here's a straight forward answer. Yes. Miles winks at Eli and then walks off, leaving the interviewer behind. The scene fades out. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena where Jay'don Ashaan is seen ready to for his upcoming Destiny Cup Tournament match up against Brian Stryker. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentleman, already in the ring... Jay'don Ashaan! The crowd greets Ashaan with cheers and jeers as he continues to get loose inside the ring. Ashaan runs the ropes a few times and patiently waits for his opponent. BRIAN MASON: Here we go fellas. The second match up of tonight's semifinals. JERMAINE MARKS: I hope this one was as good as the first one, slime. But I ain't even gonna hold my breath. 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 opponent, 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. RANDY THE PILOT: Stryker been surprisingly impressive in this tournament bruh. Like that time I went to Auntie Anne's Pretzels and got that cinnamon joint? Brrruuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. JERMAINE MARKS: It's because he has a chance to be on Destiny, slime. I'd be busting my ass too if I wanted to be on the biggest pay per view of the year slime. The ref didn't waste time to ask if the two were ready as he went ahead and called for the bell. ![]() DING!!!! DING!!! DING!!! Stryker pumped up the crowd a little bit before he met Jay'Don in the center of the ring. Jay'Don quickly hooked Brian into a side headlock and began to punch him a few times but Styrker the stronger of the two lifted Ashaan up hits a Back Suplex. Jay'Don lets go of the side headlock at the moment of impact. Stryker gets up to his feet holding onto his neck a little and then proceeds to grab a hold of Jay'Don as he was getting up to his feet only to hit a Snap Suplex. Stryker then quickly mounts himself on top of him. Stryker hits a few punches on Jay'Don before he gets up to his feet. He points out to the crowd and nods to their cheers before he leaps up to go for a leg drop, but no! Jay'Don moves out of the way just in time. Stryker yells out holding his leg and begins to get up slowly. Jay'Don was seen in a corner waiting for Stryker to get back up to his feet. At the moment Brian did, Jay'Don sprinted over trying to hit a Spear but Stryker this time is the one to utilize his speed and dodge the spear while pushing him into a corner turnbuckle! JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga got too desperate and got caught slipping slime. BRIAN MASON: These two are moving so fast it's a little hard to keep up. Jay'Don backs out holding his shoulder while leaning up against the turnbuckle. Before he could react, Stryker was already running over and hitting Jay'Don with a European Uppercut! The fans cheer as Jay'Don fell flat on his face. Stryker kicked him over and THIS time hits the Leg Drop he was recently going for. After it connects he goes for the pin. ONE T-KICKOUT! Stryker nodded and got back up to his feet. He looked around to the crowd and taunted that he was ready to finish this match up. Jay'Don began to stir getting up to his feet only to be met with a kick in his mid-section. Stryker set up for the Stryke Out but Jay'Don quickly pushed him off and ran over to hit him with a Enziguri but Stryker ducked under the kick and hit Stryke Out out of no where! The fans burst into cheers as Stryker stood up to his feet looking around at them with a smile on his face. He nodded to them as they knew it was time for him to fly. Brian dragged Ashaan's limp body over to a nearby corner before he climbed up to the top of the turnbuckle. He taunted to the crowd once more and stood up high. Before he leaped off he took a deep breath and then... BRIAN MASON: AIR STRYKE BABY! Stryker goes for the pin! ONE TWO THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this match and advancing to the Destiny Cup brand finals... BRIAAAAAAAAAN STRYKER! Stryker stands up to his feet with his hands up and a huge smile on his face as the fans cheered him on and his music played in the background. WINNER & ADVANCING TO THE DESTINY CUP BRAND FINALS: BRIAN STRYKER VIA PIN FALL (4:20) Edited by Zero McHannon, Oct 19 2015, 10:39 PM.
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:17 PM Post #7 |
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![]() As the scene opens on a beach during the night time the waves are seen brushing up against the sandy shore under the moonlight. The camera pans over as a crackle is heard from the background. As it pans back far enough it shows that the crackle seems to of came from a small campfire The camera continues to pan back until it stops to reveal the man formally known as "The Blazin' One" Flame dressed in a white REAFER Charity t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts as his black hair hangs in front of his face. He stares into the fire for a moment before he raises his hand up that reveals a half of a burning joint. Sitting there a while longer before he exhales the smoke through he chuckles to himself. FLAME: It's ironic isn't it? To find myself starring in this mirror...This mirror of my soul. It's a beautiful thing...This fire. It's bright orange glow. The warmth....It's more alive than most human begins that have polluted this Earth..It's more than one dimensional than those you look to praise to hold up to heights that they simply can not fathom.... Flame tilts his head to the side and waves his hand over the fire not much caring if it burned him or afraid of it at all. FLAME: There's some that speak themselves up and into the lights...Into the glory..The glitz and glamour of the allure that comes with the championship pedestal...They might seem as if they are ready but deep inside...Deep inside they're truly not. It's why they are only able to each the point they have reached...They're either only meant to reach that point or they just don't have it inside of them go go any further..Fear... He laughs. FLAME: Fear is always the ending factor whether people want to admit it or not...It's always that something that holds people back from doing overcoming their obstacles in life...That's something that I see in many...The fear always winning...And those not willing to accept and embrace it... Flame slowly looks over to the camera. FLAME: ...I imagine that's why I'm here...To help those in need of....Embracing that fear...Or maybe just to erase the problem from existence all together...I'm...I'm.. He smiles. FLAME: ...I'm perfectly fine with that... Flame begins to laugh hysterically as the scene begins to fade away. Page is seen, sitting alone in the darkest part of the arena he could find. There he sat in the solitude of his scattered thoughts. He had a hoodie on, covering his face up as he rubbed his hands together. JIMMY PAGE: I’m use to doing things by myself. If you want something done you do it yourself, if you wanna be a made man, you do the work yourself; If you want some ounce of recognition, you do it by yourself. That’s the way of the world you know y-you just gotta do it yourself. You gotta do it yourself-- Page pauses, there was a stale quiet as he slowly peers up into the lens, his eyes beaming through the shadows. JIMMY PAGE: Wanna know what I see? I see things in past tense. Lance Winters, WAS a threat, he WAS someone you would look over your shoulder for, he WAS someone who you didn’t fuck with. He WAS a somebody...WAS. Xavier Asher Daniels, the junkie himself, he WAS a star, he WAS one of HKW’s most touted wrestlers, he WAS someone who could have been a CHAMPION somebody...WAS. ALL of them, could have been someone they had the chance to be someone and all they have done is squandered it. See I’m the type of guy who doesn’t throw away all of my scraps, that’s a waste of food on a plate if you ask me. And all of these time and energy, all of it was WASTED on them. This show is WASTED on a junkie and his supplier. So why not give the people what they want? Why not give them something NEW?! Old news should stay old news. If anyone can take their spot...why not me? Why not? Who’s going to stop me? No one, that’s right. And people think it’s insane, it’s suicide, it’s moronic to think that I can do it. But who said I was alone? Who said that I was going to go into this alone. See, people...people think I don’t have any friends. People think that I’m just some social pariah. People can be wrong sometimes. People before were always wrong about me, y’know? They just don’t know what I’ll do. Page chuckles to himself and starts muttering something quietly under his breath. He places a hand on top of his forehead and rubs slowly. JIMMY PAGE: No matter what they say, they will always be irrelevant. So while Lance tries to run his shit club while feeding his pet Xavier Oxycodone to keep him around, I’ll be there to take away what little power they have.But who am I gonna do it with? Page rips his hood off and reveals the right side of his head shaven into a buzzcut. His eyes begin to burn with a fatal gleam. JIMMY PAGE: ME...MYSELF...AND I!!!!! Page keeps his burning gaze on the camera, the scene begins to fade away...and then...dark. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, fr-- Before Whisper could introduce the first competitor for the match, “Salt of the Earth” fills the arena speakers, signaling the arrival of HKW World Champion, Onyx Payne. BRIAN MASON: Look at that! Onyx really is going to be joining us for commentary! RANDY THE PILOT: Well, she did say she was going to, Mase. The chick doesn’t say something and not do it. JERMAINE MARKS: How we gon’ fit a fourth chair over here doh? Randy, move ya fat ass over to the crowd or some shit. RANDY THE PILOT: Why do I have to go? I’m not the newest one to the best commentary team of all time! That’s you. JERMAINE MARKS: Commentary seniority, nigga? That shit don’t exist. BRIAN MASON: Boys, boys. Just relax. Take a breather and wooooosah. Onyx waves to the crowd as she rounds the ring and looks over at the commentary team with a smile on her face. Walking over to them she reaches her hand out to Brian as he stands and welcomes the World champion. BRIAN MASON: Welcome Onyx! It’s good to have you with us. Please have… a seat! As Brian gets an extra chair Onyx goes to shake Randy’s hand but he turns his shoulder and clutches at his bag of chips which makes Onyx laughs. RANDY THE PILOT: Stay away from my bag of chips meow. Onyx then shakes Jermaine’s hand before taking her seat next to Brian as he gives her an extra head set. ONYX PAYNE: This should be exciting right guys? BRIAN MASON: So why did you decide to come out here and grace us with your presence? ONYX PAYNE: Well… Jack Warren came to find me and he expressed some things to me along with some concerns. Especially with Shane Atwater. So I decided to come out here and do my best to keep the peace so to speak. The lights dim to pitch black as "Crawling" by. Linkin Park hits the PA System. Burst of pyro begins to go off on the stage as fans begin look on in silence until the music stops......The fire stops....The fans begin to cheer in darkness.... Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real The lights begin to flash orange, red and black as the pyro returns bursting on the stage with Flame sitting there at the top of the ramp looking down and his hair covering up his face. He slowly looks up revealing a smirk on his face. He stands up and looks around to the fans who are either cheering or booing him with a smile on his face. As Flame begins to make his way down the ramp pyro goes off along the ramp with each step that he makes. WHISPER VIPERI: On the way to the ring, weighing at 185 pounds and standing at 6'2".....The Blazin' One, FLAME! As Flame stops at the bottom of the ramp he looks up to the ceiling with a smirk on his face. He then continues to the steel steps and walks up them to enter the ring. He walks over to a corner and sits down leaning to the back of the turnbuckles letting his air flow down in front of him. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… So Wake Up, Sleepy One It's Time To Save Your World… The lights dim, and the opening riff of "Dinosaur" roils through the loudspeakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He looks around at the crowd, adjusting his wrist tape one last time before giving them a grim nod. before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-one pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER! He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to say a few words quietly to himself before springing to his feet and pumping a fist as the heavy guitar riff kicks in, leaping over the ropes and landing firmly in the ring, nodding his head at the crowd and raising his fist in the air before heading to his corner to wait for the start of the match. ![]() DING!! DING!! DING!! As the opening bell tolls, Atwater glances over to the commentary table and glares at Onyx before focusing his attention back on Flame. Flame remains squatted down in his corner until Atwater starts to step toward him, getting Flame to stand upright and charge forward toward Atwater! Flame kicks Atwater in the midsection and grabs him by the head, flinging him into the nearest corner. Flame starts to unwind with kick after kick to Atwater’s gut, but Atwater stops Flame by elbowing him in the face, then flings him into the corner himself. Atwater drives his shoulder into Flame’s midsection repeatedly and pulls him out of the corner, looking for a snap suplex, but Flame pushes Atwater away and connects with a step up enziguri! Atwater stumbles around a bit and leans back against the ropes, allowing Flame to charge forward and clothesline him out of the ring! Right as Atwater’s feet touch the floor, Flame begins perching up to the top rope, staring Atwater down as he catches his balance. Flame waits a moment, and then soars off the top rope with a corkscrew crossbody, landing right on Atwater! BRIAN MASON: Wow! What a move by Flame! RANDY THE PILOT: Think he might’ve hurt himself as much as he hurt Atwater there, though. JERMAINE MARKS: That’s why it’s called high risk, slime. ONYX PAYNE: Indeed. Flame pulls Atwater up to his feet and slides him into the ring. Flame leaps up onto the apron, springs into the ring, dropping a legdrop against Atwater’s throat! Flame goes for the cover… ONE! TW---KICKOUT! Atwater kicks out at one, Flame immediately wrapping his arm around Atwater’s throat. Flame tries to tighten his grip, but Atwater pushes himself up to his feet and elbows Flame in the midsection. Atwater manages to slide himself around Flame’s back and hits him with a snap belly to back suplex! The crowd pops as Atwater pulls himself up to his feet and watches Flame get up to his feet. Once Flame turns around, Atwater charges forward and blasts him with a running european uppercut! Flame stumbles back against the ropes, but Atwater was right there to pull him forward and hit a single arm DDT! Atwater transitions the single arm DDT into a fujiwara armbar, but before he can apply the pressure, Flame pushes himself toward the ropes and grabs a hold of the ropes, forcing Atwater to release the hold. But once Atwater releases the hold, he pops up to his feet and stomps right down on Flame’s arm. Atwater grabs the arm and pulls Flame away from the ropes, looking for another arm submissions, but Flame wriggles himself away and rolls Atwater up in a school boy! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Atwater just manages to push Flame away before the referee’s hand came down for the three. Both men scramble up to their feet, but it’s Atwater who strikes first with a big european uppercut! Flame turns his back to Atwater after the blow, allowing Atwater to wrap his arms around Flame’s waist, and executing a bridging German suplex! The referee slides in position to make the count… ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Flame gets his shoulder off the mat at the last possible moment, breaking up the pin attempt. Atwater glances over at the referee and double checks the count before he pushes himself up to his feet. BRIAN MASON: This has been a fun back and forth match thus far. RANDY THE PILOT: Word. Flame doing the right thing too by not letting Atwater do much damage to either of his arms. Atwater gets one of your arms weak and it’s curtains for you. ONYX PAYNE: Yeah no kidding, Randy. But, at least he will leave you one good one to tap out with. Atwater stalks Flame like his prey and waits for him to get up to his feet. Once Flame is up, Atwater looks for his patent triple German suplex, but Flame elbows himself free and hits a snapmare on Atwater, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. With Atwater down, Flame runs the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on Atwater! Flame hooks the leg from the pin attempt… ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Atwater gets his shoulder up as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three, frustrating Flame a bit. Flame immediately mounts over top of Atwater and starts pounding away with right hands, lifting Atwater up to a vertical base afterward. Flame blasts Atwater in the face with a forearm shot, then sends him hard into the corner with a big irish whip. Flame charges forward and lands a running knee to Atwater’s face! Flame spins Atwater around and sits up on the top turnbuckle, wrapping his arm around Atwater’s head for the tornado DDT! BRIAN MASON: Big tornado DDT by Flame there! ONYX PAYNE: That looked like it hurt both of them there. Top rope moves are always risky no matter what they are. Sometimes the offender puts himself more at risk than they do their opponent. Flame looks to have hurt his own arm after the tornado DDT, but he fights off the pain and makes the cover on Atwater… ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! The crowd is roaring as Flame gets back to his feet, slapping the mat in slight frustration after Atwater kicked out again. He motions for the submission specialist to get up, charging in as he stands...only to have Atwater duck the clothesline, going behind Flame and grabbing him in a waistlock before sending him crashing on his head with a German suplex! The crowd erupts as Shane rolls through, hanging on to pull Flame up into another suplex...and then a third! Flame lands right on top of his head and slumps to the mat in a heap as the crowd erupts with cheers. BRIAN MASON: Shane has his chance here now after that missed opportunity from Flame, but he’s got to step up and put the man away while he can! ONYX PAYNE: He’s had opportunities before, and missed them for...various reasons. I hope he’s learned a little something from those mistakes. RANDY THE PILOT: The homie Shane has it under control! Just watch this shit right here! Shane climbs to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs as he sees Flame starting to stir. Looking around a moment, Atwater signals for the end to a huge pop from the crowd. He shifts behind Flame, looking to set up the Kobayashi Maru. BRIAN MASON: The Kobayashi Mar---Oh now damn it, not this again! The camera cuts to the ramp, where Jack Warren is making his way down to the ring at speed, looking smug as he heads toward ringside. JERMAINE MARKS: He’s gonna screw this fool again, slime. Shoulda seen it coming, Shane! ONYX PAYNE: ...Not this time. Onyx looks unamused as she calmly takes off her headset, earning a cheer as she circles the ring to meet Warren as he leaps up onto the apron. Onyx charges around, leaping up onto the apron to meet him, but she’s a split second too late as Warren nails Shane in the back of the head with a forearm! Shane staggers forward as Onyx knocks Warren off the apron and onto his ass on the floor. The referee calls for the bell to signal the disqualification as Shane holds the back of his head. BRIAN MASON: And yet another match, ruined by Jack Warren. RANDY THE PILOT: Dude is a damn menace, Mason. JERMAINE MARKS: You kiddin’ me, slime? Jack’s the only one making any of this shit worth watching! Back in the ring, Shane turns around, anger flashing on his face as he catches sight of Onyx on the apron. Shane points at her, looking incredulous and upset as he clearly thinks it was Onyx who clocked him. Onyx tries to explain, pleading her case, but Shane is livid. BRIAN MASON: Come on, guys, let’s have cooler heads prevail here… JERMAINE MARKS: Forget all that! Stop actin’ like a couple of bitches with skinned knees and FIGHT! Onyx is adamant that she wasn’t at fault, and Shane appears to calm down, only to sharply shove Onyx, sending her falling back off the apron! There’s a bit of a mixed reaction to that, as Warren finally gets up from the floor, laughing his ass off, jawing at the fans and pointing to his head shouting ‘MY NAME IS JACK WARREN, AND I’M SMARTER THAN BOTH THESE MOTHERFUCKERS PUT TOGETHER’. Shane sees him and is in shock , shaking his head as the footage from the end of the match plays on the tron, forcing him to realize the mistake he made. He looks distraught, pushing his hands back through his hair and shaking his head. BRIAN MASON: Shane let Jack Warren get in his head again, and who knows what kind of damage it’s done going into the match at Destiny! RANDY THE PILOT: Forget that, Mason, it’s about to do some serious damage right NOW! Warren is still on the floor, mocking the crowd with his back to the ring...not realizing that Atwater has climbed out of the ring and is right behind him! The crowd erupts as Atwater takes Warren down into the Kobayashi Maru, wrenching back hard as Warren struggles and tries to escape! RANDY THE PILOT: YEAH! MAKE THAT BITCH TAP SHANE! Warren struggles and tries to claw his way free, looking for something or anything to grab onto to no avail...before he finally has no choice but to start tapping out! BRIAN MASON: He’s tapping! Warren is tapping! JERMAINE MARKS: Yo who gives a damn? Unless it’s happening at Destiny, shit don’t matter, Slime. Warren flails wildly as Shane continues to wrench on the hold, finally relinquishing his grip in anger. Warren rolls away in pain as Shane stands up. Onyx is still on the floor, leaning up against the barricade, hurting somewhat from the fall off the apron as ‘Dinosaur’ finally hits over the speakers again. BRIAN MASON: Well it might not have been how he wanted it, but Shane Atwater picks up the win here tonight, and some necessary momentum going toward Destiny. The camera cuts back to ringside, where Warren is rolling around in pain as Shane stares at Onyx for a long moment, motioning for the championship around his waist subtly before he backs up the ramp, raising an arm in the air to some cheers as he heads toward the back. WINNER via DISQUALIFICATION: SHANE ATWATER (11:49) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:18 PM Post #8 |
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![]() XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Why the hell did I agree to this…? Daniels looked around the hallway as he walked through, unconsciously clutching the baseball bat to his chest as he scowled. While he really never did believe in this “Imaginary Friend” stuff that surrounded Jimmy Page, he wasn’t about to find himself on the receiving end of another sneak attack from him. Not this time. This time he’d be prepared and waiting for it to happen. Opening up a door, he peeked inside to only find an empty locker room, coming up short in his “search”. On a radio Lance’s voice was heard on the other side. LANCE WINTERS: Got anything over there partner? The scene switches back to Lance who was inside the next locker room holding a hockey stick. He was determined to get some sort of revenge on the invisible man that cost him a match a few Defiance’s ago. LANCE WINTERS: I know YOU’RE HERE! You CLEAR BELLY son of a bitch! XAD rolls his eyes slightly, pulling the door closed as he reached a hand down and picked up the walkie attached to the inside of his coat. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Lance, we’ve been searching since we got here. I don’t think we’re gonna find any- i mean… I don’t think he’s here. He quickly corrected himself, remembering the hours spent trying to convince Lance otherwise when he was forced to watch the tape of the match between he and Page. Just reliving the memory caused Daniels to give a small shudder, before he shook his head. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Maybe we should give up the search? Shortly after Winters walked out into the hallway with Xavier and shook his head. LANCE WINTERS: THAT asshole wants our BELTS, Xavier. He THOUGHT HE COULD just mosey on down and send some SCHMUCK TO take us on WITH THAT INVISIBLE BLANKET from Harry Potter?! Lance looks down at his World Tag Team Championship wrapped around his wasit. LANCE WINTERS: Nope. NUH UH. I’m not gonna let that DOUCHE come around and try TAKE THESE. YOU SAID YOU wanna have these for a long time, WELL I’M gonna make sure we do. XAD frowned, one of his hands drifting down to run across the face plate of his own Tag Team Championship around his waist. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Not ready to give this up yet. Not after everything I went through to SNIFF, let alone wear gold here. Looking up at Lance, XAD was a bit more determined as he gave a small nod. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You’re right. We’re not gonna let him or anyone else come anywhere close to holding these for a long time. So I guess we’ve gotta keep looking for this...uh… guy. Despite the resolve, Daniels was far from believing as he walked further down the hallway, searching the rooms that they hadn’t touched yet. Lance pats him on the back and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: See, THAT’S THE spirit. I THINK WE NEED US a little warm UP before we crush ol’ LEANDY and Vanessa’s dreams at NO REST FOR THE WICKED! Let’s go! Shaking his head, XAD couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto his face as he nodded in agreement. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Okay, okay… let’s go. The two walk down the hallway and continue on in their search, not seeing that one of the doors that they just closed behind them had reopened itself as the screen fades. ![]() The cameraman cuts in on the scene to Luke Wisia walking down the Defiance hallways like he was pretty damn proud of himself. He has the cardboard “Interbrand Championship” over one of his shoulders, ignoring everyone without a care in the world. He walks into the next room and sees his cousin, Felicity Banks making her way out of her locker room as he struts forward and leans on the wall as if he had just came up with the greatest idea ever. LUKE WISIA: Heya there, Fel. Watcha doin’? Wisia can’t hold back a grin as he sticks his chest out some, letting the “Interbrand Championship” shine… as much as it could for being made out of cardboard. Felicity looks at the Interbrand Championship momentarily and shakes her head, looking as if she were disgusted by the sight. With a backpack wrapped around her shoulder, Felicity waves Luke away and goes to walk off in the opposite direction. FELICITY BANKS: I’m busy right now. No time for the small talk. The former HKW Champion looks down at her baggy black pants and notices a pair of nunchucks poking out of her backpack. She pushes them back inside the backpack and shifts her focus back to Luke. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t tell anyone you saw me or what was poking out of my bookbag either. Luke starts to starts to shake his head. LUKE WISIA: I would never tell… Anywayyyyyy, did you hear the good news? That punkass bitch, Colton, thought he could slide the wool over my eyes with our whole ordeal earlier. I said no matches against Hunter Werthless ever again, and what does he do? Luke shakes his head again and rolls his eyes. LUKE WISIA: He signed me up to waste more of my valuable time against that guy… They act like beatin’ him once ain’t enough. You believe that? He takes a few steps closer and holds up a finger, eyes widening. LUKE WISIA: But see, I’m the genius around here. So while he signed me up against that piece of shit that I already beat… ALREADY BEAT, FEL! I gotta chance to pick his poison. And. I. Picked. You. He poked around the air as he said the last four words and took a step back, starting to laugh. LUKE WISIA: He tried to embarrass me out there, but who got the last laugh? THIS GUY! THIS GUY RIGHT HERE DID! So at HOP it’s gonna be you versus the Golden Boy. Do me a favor and soften him up for me at Destiny, will ya? HAH! Wisia gave Felicity a pat on the shoulder and starts to walk away thinking the decision was final. Fel reaches her arm forward, grabs Luke by the shoulder and spins him around. FELICITY BANKS: Wait, wut? I’m supposed to fight who at House of Pain? No, noooo, noooo. See, as far as I know I already have a match at House of Pain, but that’s not even the issue here. I’d gladly take two matches in one night, but, truth be told? I don’t really feel like it this time around. Tapping her Jordan VII off the ground, Felicity begins to ponder over what Luke just said. FELICITY BANKS: Me against Colton is a one on one match that hasn’t even happened yet, and I’d be happy to give the fans that match at House of Pain, but… I just can’t. Not only do I not feel like it, but I’m still kind of pissed at you for kicking me in the face with a Bank Shot while I was distracted by Fran and her posse. That, and since you haven’t stopped YELLING IN FULLS CAPS LOCK HOW YOU BEAT FEL AND HOW YOU’RE THE BEST AND BLAH BLAH BLAH ALL CAPS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE MODE! … I think you might be better off finding someone else. Felicity breathes in, a smirk forming on her face. FELICITY BANKS: So, yah, not doing it. Since you’re the “best” why don’t you just fight Colton at House of Pain? Beat him then and then beat him again at Destiny. Do whatever those voices in your head tell you to do, but leave me out of it because I’m not gonna be your hitwoman. Nor am I going take my focus off of becoming the first triple crown champion in HKW history all for your benefit. Wisia’s mouth drops some as he pulls the cardboard championship off his shoulder and seems lost for words for a moment. LUKE WISIA: WHAT?!?! Hold up…. WHAT!?!?! That was just a match! A match that I ain’t even want booked anyway, if I gotta be honest. You don’t feel like it? What the fuck is this? He paces around the hallway some, trying to comprehend what’s going on, then turns back to Felicity. LUKE WISIA: You gotta be fuckin’ with me… good joke Fel, good joke. Another pause as he looks at Felicity’s face and realizes that she isn’t joking with him, then he drops the title to the floor. LUKE WISIA: WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FAM! I ain’t hardly asked you for anythin’ in my LIFE! And you ain’t gonna do me this one favor? JUST ONE! I need Colton beaten, bruised, and tossed off the nearest bridge before our match at Destiny. I NEED HIM WALKIN’ INTO MY MATCH ALREADY DOUBTIN’ HIMSELF! I want to do more than just beat Colton… I wanna destroy him and everythin’ that he stands for. And the only way that’s gonna be done is if he has to try and go through someone like you…. Nah, YOU! Wisia picks up the title off the floor and dusts it off, throwing it back over his shoulder. LUKE WISIA: FINE! FINE FINE FINE! If this ain’t what you wanna do, so be it. Never ask me for anythin’ ever again, because I’M GONNA REMEMBER THIS SHIT TIL THE DAY I DIE! Luke starts to sulk off down the hallway, stopping midway, and turning back around to his cousin. LUKE WISIA: IF YOU AIN’T GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA COLTON FOR ME…. LANCE WINTERS WILL! Always gotta have a damn plan B around this place…. He raises his head at Felicity and puts a hand behind his ear. LUKE WISIA: Got anythin’ to say for yourself? Felicity reaches her hand forward and pats Luke on the head as if he were a puppy. FELICITY BANKS: Good luck. With that, Felicity spins around and starts digging into her backpack as she walks away from Luke. She gets a few things out of the backpack and starts putting them before flinging back the backpack, getting it to Luke’s feet. The camera watches as Felicity puts on what appears to be a mask, pushes herself up one of the walls, and uses the adjacent walls to climb up into one of the ceiling tiles in roof, leaving Luke confused. LUKE WISIA: Well….. this ain’t how I expected it to go….. FUCK! Without another word, Wisia walks off in the other direction and out of vicinity of the camera before everything fades to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a no holds barred match scheduled for one fall! An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, he is JIMMY PAGE! The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a raised platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, he is one half of the HKW World Tag Team champions, XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the aisle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. ![]() DING! DING! DING! Xavier quickly charges in at Jimmy and surprisingly tackles him to the ground before he begins catching him with lefts and rights before he quickly gets to his feet. Page slowly gets to his as well and eats a dropkick courtesy of Daniels, sending him out of the ring. XAD then goes high risk and hits a tope con giro on a standing Page on the outside, laying the former FGA World champion out! A pissed off XAD then grabs Page by his hair and rolls him back into the ring before he slides in himself and goes for the cover! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Daniels takes Page's kickout as an advantage before he exits the ring and quickly begins searching under the ring. XAD pulls out a plethora of weapons, taking out chairs, kendo sticks, and steel chains. After he's done searching underneath the ring, XAD grabs a chair and quickly enters the ring with it before walking over to Page, who is on all fours, and slamming the chair in his back. Xavier continues driving the chair into Jimmy's back until the chair has enough dents in it, allowing Xavier to toss it away. BRIAN MASON: Xavier is not happy right now! JERMAINE MARKS: He ready to split this fool's head open, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: Never thought I'd ever see a hobo getting beat up by Liberace...again. Daniels grabs Jimmy by his hair and gets him up to both feet before irish whipping him towards the corner. Page hits the corner hard and he howls out in pain before Xavier rushes in...only to be met with a boot to the face! Daniels stumbles backwards, allowing Page to run forward and catch him with a lariat that turns the tag champ inside out! Page then goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jimmy, now irritated that Xavier got the upper hand on him earlier in the match, gets to his feet and puts his boot onto his throat. XAD flails around as he tries to remove the boot off of his throat, only for the ref to come to his rescue as he pulls Jimmy away. Page then grabs Daniels and gets him up to both feet before he kicks him in the gut, keeling him over before hooking his arms, then lifting him up and dropping him with a double underhook suplex! BRIAN MASON: Page is all over Daniels now! JERMAINE MARKS: He mad as fuck. I would be too if I got beat up by this dude like that. RANDY THE PILOT: Y'all ever had caramel dipped hot dogs? JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck is wrong with you? Page gets to his feet and is still seething as he stares at the laid out Daniels. Wanting to cause him more pain, Jimmy walks over to Xavier and drills him in the face with a knee drop! Page then gets to his feet and looks down at Daniels again before hitting a leg drop on him! The psychopath then goes for the cover on the tag champ as the audience boos him. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The former FGA World champion yells out in annoyance as Daniels kicks out again! Jimmy gets to his feet and begins stomping on Xavier angrily before he finally storms out of the ring and grabs another weapon that was brought out by Daniels, this one a chair. Page then rolls back into the ring and motions for XAD to get to his feet. Once Daniels does get to his feet, he turns around and Page attempts to take his head off with the chair, only for Xavier to duck it! Jimmy turns around and Xavier dropkick the chair right into Jimmy's face, forcing the deranged man to drop the chair and fall out of the ring once again! BRIAN MASON: XAD just dropkicked the chair into Jimmy's head! JERMAINE MARKS: That backfired on that crazy ass motherfucker, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: If XAD wins tonight, I may have a heart attack. Daniels gets to his feet and quickly exits the ring before grabbing a busted open Page. He then throws Jimmy into the steel steps as the audience cheers him on. Daniels then grabs Page by his hair and rolls him back into the ring before sliding in himself. Xavier then waits for Jimmy to roll onto all fours before he moves forward and connects with a knee drop to the back of the head of Page! Daniels then turns him over and goes for the cover once more! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Daniels lets out a sigh with the rest of the audience that was counting along with the ref. He then gets to his feet and looks at the ref, who tells him it was only a two count. Daniels then slowly turns his attention back to Page and grabs him by the head before hooking his head and going for Automatic Driver, only for Page to shove him forward and away from him. Daniels then quickly turns around and is caught by Page, who throws him, hitting an exploder suplex! BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Page has regained control! JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga Page got that crazy helping him the fuck out. RANDY THE PILOT: He threw XAD like it was nothing, bruh. Jimmy gets to his feet and grabs the chair that was dropkicked into his face. He then takes the chair and begins beating XAD down with it until he feels good enough to start beating him with his bare hands. Page grabs XAD and gets him up to both feet before hooking his arm from behind and lifting him, then dropping him with a half nelson suplex! Page then goes for the cover, shoving his forearm in XAD's face before going for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Page scowls after the kickout and gets to his feet before getting Daniels to his. Page then hits The Paralyzing, connecting with the neckbreaker to his knee! Daniels rolls around the mat in pain as Page drops down and goes for the cover once again! BRIAN MASON: The Paralyzing connects! This could be it right here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! The audience roars loudly as Page gets to his feet and screams at the ref. He then turns his attention back to XAD and motions for him to get to his feet. Xavier gets to his knees, which is good enough for Jimmy as he charges in and catches him with Trauma Symphony, laying out the tag champion! Page goes for the cover yet again! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn! He damn near took his head off! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Page gets to his feet again after the kickout and screams at the ref once more, but this time he grabs his collar. Jimmy screams that it was a 3, but the ref shakes his head. After some back and forth, Page releases the ref and walks back over to XAD...who was playing possum! Daniels quickly got Page into a small package pin and the audience cheered loudly! RANDY THE PILOT: Oh, hell nah! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner, XAVIER ASHER DANIELS! XAD lets go of Jimmy and quickly rolls away before he gets to his feet. The ref raises XAD’s hand, but once he releases him, XAD turns around and eats a rolling elbow from Jimmy Page, knocking him out! BRIAN MASON: Oh, come on! Somebody stop this! Before Jimmy can make another move, Lance WInters begins rushing down to the ring and Jimmy quickly slides out of there, not wanting a confrontation with Winters. JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeee, it’s your favorite person in the world, Mase! RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, Mase and Lance got that Ike and Tina relationship. Jimmy then walks over to the timekeeper and rips XAD’s half of the HKW World Tag Team titles away before eyeing down Lance and then raising the title high in the air to massive boos from the audience. Jimmy then tosses the title into the ring before walking off, letting everyone know exactly what he’s after. WINNER: Xavier Asher Daniels (12:54) |
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| Zero McHannon | Oct 19 2015, 10:18 PM Post #9 |
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Ashley Sullivan appears on the screen as she sits backwards on a folding chair. The former Bloodlust champion holds her right hand to her head, mixing her fingers in with the brown hair falling to the side, as she looks at the camera thoughtfully for a moment. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I have a story to tell you people, one I don't think I've ever told anyone. Labor Day weekend back in 2001. It was a family deal, barbecue, my pretty much every male member of my family either gathered around the grill or watching baseball inside, the women already talking about Christmas shopping, kids running all over the place playing whatever. You get the idea. Even I was playing. Ashley holds her hands out in front of her to act as if she were holding some round invisible object, trying to imagine what it looked like in her memory. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I had this soccer ball in front of me. Now if you've seen me involved in any kind of sport of outside of a wrestling ring, you know it can be a pretty sad sight. But I didn't think about it like that when I was kid. So I have this ball and in front of me are a couple of orange cones with my cousin Erin Jones playing goalie. I was six and she was fourteen so anyone watching wouldn't think I had a chance in hell of getting it past her even once but that didn't stop me from trying. I kicked and kicked and kicked again and she blocked it every single time. Ashley laughs slightly as a smile comes across her lips, thinking back to the memory. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: My brother is a jerk most of the time but, with me being the baby sister, he's always there to give some kind of advice even if I don't want it. So he pulls me to the side and tells me to kick it to Erin's left or my right side, her weak side, and I'll have a better shot of getting it past her. I wouldn't do it. Doing it like that would be taking the easy way out and every other time would've been a waste of time. So I go back to it and kick that damn ball as hard as I could and I'll be damned if it didn't fly right by her just out of reach. I did it my way and got it right. Tilting her head, Ashley sighs as she pulls her hands back to sit on the back of the chair. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: People have asked that, with who I've been trained by and them being known to be more traditional in the ring, why I have insist on the unorthodox style that I do, why I want to stick my name to something like the Bloodlust title given the nature of the matches. When it comes right down to it, I don't want to be a copy of them. I want to do things my way or not at all. That's what the Bloodlust division is, a bunch of people that go against the grain and do things their way. We're like wrestling's Land of the Misfit Toys but that's just fine, I want to be the queen of that kingdom all the same. Ashley laughs again, thinking of something that she finds amusing but a hint of something she can't stand to think about. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Could I do things differently and take my career in a different direction? Of course. But that would be betraying everything that I've work at for the past two years since day one that I stepped into a HKW ring. I've been doing things my way for fourteen damn years! And I'm not about to change that for anyone. Not my family or Colt, not Leifi, Salem or Nicole, not Fel, not even for any of my fans out there. If they want me to change who I am, they're not fans anyway. Ashley stands up from the chair, the camera getting a wider shot of the former Bloodlust Champion to see that she is in her normal ring attire. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: After I take back what's mine tonight and become the first ever two time Bloodlust Champion, everyone will see just how great my way of doing things really can be. Stay tuned, people, I'm just getting started. Ashley walks out of view without another word, leaving the video to fade to black. ![]() Just as the audience began to prepare themselves for another exciting match their joy was sucked right out of them by the familiar sound of a voice they had grown to hate above all others in twenty fifteen. FRANCESCA: WE OUT HERE ON THA KNOXOTRAWN YAWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HOLY FATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BOOOOOOOO! The audience reacted instantly. While the fans of New Jersey showered boos on one of their own or in Fran’s case former home state girls The Fleexican was seen lifting her 2015 Villain of the Year Knoxer Award up to the camera. Petting it as if it were a living breathing animal. FRANCESCA: Bruh yawl niggas finna tell me wh- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! FRANCESCA: GWERRRRRRRRRRRRL CAN CAPTAIN SAY HA PIECE? Gotdamn yawl annoyin’ sometimes I think bout thankin’ the future former Queen for gettin’ me banned from here. Florida ain’t half as annoyin’ as yawl. All I’m tryna ask is why people done had it in they skull that takin’ Defiance to the iZod Center jawn was finna STAWP JESASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS from havin’ ha voice heard on that M - I - C YAWL? She questioned. FRANCESCA: No Limits Champ ain’t been watchin’ this jawn tonight but I gotta remind yawl that ain’t listenin…... I’ma Mexican. A FUCKIN’ MEXICAN. A FLEEXICAN YAWL! Nah it don’t mean I’m finna chirp Espanyawl in ya ears. Not today yawl. That been reserved for Tony. Bein’ a Fleexican means I DONE CAME FROM NOTHIN’! Goin’ from nothin’ to bein’ the next KWEEN ON NOVEMBA TWENTY-SECOND YAWWL! KWEEN! KWEEN! KWEEN! KWEEN! TRIPLE FUCKIN’ CROWN! WERLD! NO LIMITS! TAG! AIN’T A SOUL SLEEPIN’ ON THE FLEEXICAN NO MO! AIN’T NOBODY NEVAAAAAAAAAA FINNA QUESTION MY CROWN WHEN I DONE GOT THAT JAWN! Fran placed the award she held at chest level down before lifting her head back up to face the camera again. FRANCESCA: Now that yawl got yawl domes refreshed TYRON. BIGZ. Where yawl at? I’m ready to bounce. No reply or entrance from either Bigz Bronson. or Tyron Bombay. For reasons obvious to the audience only. FRANCESCA: YAWWWWWWL!! I GOT RICE N’ BEANS WAITIN’ ON ME! HURRY YAWL ASSES! Suddenly Brian Mason got up out of his seat with a microphone in hand looking directly up at the Knoxotron (with somewhat of a pleased smile on his face). BRAIN MASON: Um, Francesca. Brian said. FRANCESCA: Bruh it’s FRAN to yawl, who you think you are? AWWWL yawl get paid to do is talk bout me n’ JESAS can talk bout HASELF. Fran stated with a scowl on her face. BRAIN MASON: Sorry. Okay, Fran, I’m sorry to inform you. But Tyron Bombay and Biz Bronson were taken out by a pair of…..NINJAS.....tonight. So they won’t be able to come to you anytime soon. Fran’s eyes widened to the point where her eyeballs looked as if they were going to fall out of the sockets. Her jaw dropped right to the floor. Veins began to pop out of her temples. She lifted her hands up as if she wanted to reach through the camera in order to choke Brian Mason out. FRANCESCA: NINJAS? REALLY YAWL? Fuck outta here with that WHACK SHIT YAWL, I ain’t no NARUTO FAN! Niggas like that be shurikenin up community gatherins afta first light. STAWP IT. Yawl finna make me have a damn stroke before I’m twenty with these games bruh. Where my fuckin’ Trill at for real? Stop playin’. Ain’t no more games goin’ on now. WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY AT? WHERE THEY FUCKIN’ AT YAWL?! Fran’s eyes even began to turn red out of frustration and disbelief when suddenly the crowd popped big for the arrival of the black and white ninja, but with them was the last remaining member of Trilluminaughty that was left standing. Once they reached the ramp, Fran saw the ninja dressed in black with their arm wrapped around Trelicity’s throat. FRANCESCA: YAWL!??! What the HELL is this YAWL?! The black ninja ignored Fran, tightening their grip around Trelicity’s throat while the white ninja stared up at the Knoxotron from midramp. BRIAN MASON: The ninjas are here, guys! And they have Trelicity Sanks with them! RANDY THE PILOT: This don’t end well for Trel, bruh. Fran stared down at the ninja duo as the black ninja released her grip from Trelicity throat, but grabbed her by the hair and kicked her in the back of the knee to get her down. The black ninja held onto Trelicity’s hair with one hand, and pulled their hood down from their head to reveal long, black hair in a ponytail. Once the hood was removed, the crowd began to stir as they moved the black ninja moved her hand down to the half-mask and pulled it off to reveal… JERMAINE MARKS: AHHH SHIT! RANDY THE PILOT: It’s Fel! Fel’s the black ninja! Felicity had a cocky little grin on her face as she looked up at the knoxotron at the stunned Francesca. Fran’s expression looked as if Donald Trump had actually won the election and deported her whole family tree back to Mexico in that moment. Fel waved at Fran with her free hand and then pulled a microphone out from her belt as she continued to hold Trelicity by her hair. FELICITY BANKS: You know, Fran… This doesn’t have to be Trelicity right here. Hell, it didn’t have to be Tyron or Bigz earlier in the night if you were here, but, alas… You’re kinda banned from the great state of New Jersey. The crowd let their voices be heard after the cheap pop from Fel as she hunched over and looked at the tears streaming down from Trelicity’s face. FELICITY BANKS: But since you’re not here, I got to thinking. There’s absolutely no chance in hell that you’re going to let our match at Destiny be just me and you, so I had to improvise. I had to improvise and make sure that there was no chance in hell your little goon squad could help you get a W over me at Destiny - just like they helped you cost me the HKW World Championship… The Rumble to Destiny… and so on and so forth. Fel pushed Trelicity’s head down against the steel entrance ramp and pressed her foot against Trelicity’s head, looking as if she were ready to stomp down on it at any moment. FELICITY BANKS: So what did I do? I came up with a plan, Fran. Something that I’m better at than everyone in the entire wrestling industry. A plan to make sure your little scrub brigade couldn’t make it to Destiny, and now… Bigz is in the hospital - quite possibly in a coma. Tyron Boombastic or whatever the hell that peasants name is is getting surgery to get his knee or knees fixed. And now there’s only one left… Fel pushed down on Trelicity’s head, Trelicity still crying her eyes off. FELICITY BANKS: But I didn’t do this all alone, Fran. Nope. I couldn’t do it alone. I learned during my little scuffle with the McCleary family that not even I can handle a three on one situation, so what did I do? I found some help. See, I’m not the only person you’ve burned before, Fran. I’m not the only one you’ve tried to belittle with your words and pissed the fuck off with all that nonsense that spews out of your mouth… Felicity turned her head and glanced over at the white ninja as they looked up at the titan tron. Slowly, the white ninja lifted their hand over their head before gripping the white fabric firmly and slowly pulled the white ninja mask off. BRIAN MASON: Is that…. Black hair fell from the mask as the person then flipped it over their shoulder so their face could be visible. JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeeeeeee! It’s the champ! Onyx stares up at Fran who seems just as surprised as everyone else did in attendance as she pulled her microphone out of her belt and raised it to her lips. ONYX PAYNE: Are you… Speechless Fran? That’s surprising since for the past few weeks you always had something to say about something. And now… nothing. You see, Fran. Not only have you scorned things between you and Felicity but, you have also scorned things with me, and I don’t forget very easily. Like when you walked out of our match we were suppose to have. Do you remember that? How you just… walked out, because I remember. Or how about when you sent your goonies to interfere in my match with Felicity; Where she would probably be the HKW World champion right now, and you know how I feel about people interfering in my business. OH! And then there was that time… /she snaps her fingers to try and remember/ Oh… what did she say Felicity? Felicity smiles as she yells something at Onyx and it causes the World champion to smile and chuckle. ONYX PAYNE: That’s right. You said that you were better than me. Well, Fran. All I have to say to that is… Prove it. Onyx lowered the microphone from her lips as there was no more smiles, no more chuckles, just a serious expression on her face to show Francesca that she wasn’t messing around. FRANCESCA: Nah yawl. She said. FRANCESCA: Nah. FEL FEL! She yelled. FRANCESCA: FEL FELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!! Fran screamed at the top of her lungs! Glaring directly into the camera. FRANCESCA: I ain’t say yawl could get no GOTDAMN HELP. This ain’t happenin’. I’m finna wake up on fleek in bout five minutes. This a dream YAWL. Cause there ain’t no possible way on GAWD’S GREEN EARTH YAWL. That this coulda went down just now! YAWL ain’t squad no mo. Fran yelled clearly bothered by the fact that two of Defiance’s most physically dominant athletes (ever) were ‘squading up’ once again. A reunion of FelonyX if you will. The fans were eating it all up. FRANCESCA: BRUH yawl are a FIGMANENT. A fuckin’ FIGMANAMET of my imagination son. The crowd got a good kick out of the No Limits Champion not knowing the proper word she was looking for. Figment. FRANCESCA: Cause fuck outta here bruh. WHY GURL? WHYYYYYYYY? I ain’t sign up fo a fuckin’ THREE WAY at Destiny. Why does Onyx be existin’ in that ring right now yawl? YAWL Onyx shoulda been thankin’ the LAWD I did walk out cause JESASSSSSSS WOULDA EXPOSED HA THAT DAY YAWL. YAWL HEAR ME ONYX? I AM JESAS FUCKIN’ KHRIST YAWL. MOTHA, SON, HOLY FUCKIN’ GHOST JESAS. Yawl don’t do this to me yawl….. AIN’T NO FELONYX REUNION HAPPENIN’! NO! I BEEN PROVIN’ SHIT MY WHOLE LIFE WHY I GOTTA PROVE IT AGAIN? WHY I GOTTA PROVE I’M ON DECK TO BE NEXT KWEEN? THIS AIN’T RIGHT BRUH. Boos began to rain in again as Fran began chattering randomly (possibly due to the fact that her mind was overloading at the thought of the two biggest stars in the company both brands included wanting her head). FRANCESCA: I’m outta here yawl. Deuces. I. G. G. BYE. FEL FEL, I’M FINNA SEE YOU AT DESTINY TO TAKE YA LEGACY YAWL. Cut this jawn. CUT IT YAWL! CUT! Fran was quickly attempting to get the Knoxotron connection cut but it wasn’t working out the way she had planned. Someone ignored her wishes for the connection to be cut. Her face remained plastered on the big screen. Allowing either Felicity or Onyx to reply. FELICITY BANKS: This isn’t a “figmanamet” of your imagination, Fran… Felicity couldn’t resist laughing. FELICITY BANKS: This is as real as it gets. But, a three way at Destiny? No, no, no, Fran. Don’t worry about Destiny. It’s just going to be and you - that is if I decide to get that little ban revoked, which I’m not too sure about just yet. I could easily, easily get that triple crown and become No Limits champion by forfeit with the ban in place, but, honestly? Fel’s cheerful expression turned into her straight bitch face. FELICITY BANKS: I wanna get my hands on you. I wanna rip every single strand of hair from your head and feed it to you and make you cough up a hairball like the little pussycat that you are. I want to break your fucking bones and prove to you that I will always, ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS be superior to you, Fran… but, I wanna do it on MY terms. I could beat you senseless within the rules, Fran, but that’s not good enough. I want to be able to grab a chair and crush your larynx with it. I want to be able to get a table out from underneath the ring, light it on fire, and put you through that son of a bitch! The crowd popped at the thought of Fran getting put through an engulfed table. Felicity pressed down on Trelicity’s head with her foot, still staring up at Fran on the knoxotron. FELICITY BANKS: So let's make a deal, shall we? I’ll get your ban from New Jersey revoked and I’ll let princess down here go under one condition. At Destiny… Me and you… Legacy vs. Title… in a match that me and Onyx just had a few months ago. Felicity glared at Onyx with a smirk before she turned back to Fran. FELICITY BANKS: New Jersey Street Fight! No rules! No disqualifications! And pinfalls count anywhere! I wanna be able to throw you in the Hudson and run you over with a jet ski if that’s what I choose to do!. I wanna be able to take your sorry ass to the Jersey Shore, fist pump your face into an oblivion, and stick your face into Snookie’s coochie if that’s what I choose to do! Whatever I want to do, I want to be able to do it, Fran… The crowd remained silent as Felicity stood up on Trelicity’s head and balanced herself with one leg up in the air. FELICITY BANKS: You could either save yourself from the beating that awaits you and forfeit your title right now, or you could come to Destiny and have a micro shot at taking my legacy and become the ‘new’ ….. Fel took in a deep breath. FELICITY BANKS: QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNAAAAAAAHHH! The choice is all up to you now, Fran… You have ten seconds to decide or I’ll decide for you… Felicity hunched over, grabbed Trelicity by the hair, and pulled her up to her feet. FELICITY BANKS: Ten… nine… eight… The former HKW Champion gripped Trelicity up in a choke with one arm and tightened her grip, Trel’s face turning a shade of blue. FELICITY BANKS: Seven… six… The crowd was counting down with Fel as Fran. FRANCESCA: GURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRL FEL FEL! WAIT A GOTDAMN SEC! FELICITY BANKS: Five...four... FRANCESCA: WE FAMILY YAWL WHY IT GOTTA BE AWL THAT ADDED ON? JUST GET TO LIFTIN’ THE BAN WITHOUT THE STREET SHIT. THIS IS US YAWL! FELICITY BANKS: three...two… FRANCESCA: I’M THE FUCKIN’ NO! LIMITS! CHAMP! YAWL! CAN’T NOBODY ON DEFIANCE 2K15 CAN SEE CAPTAIN. THEY AIN’T READY YAWL! FELICITY BANKS: One... FRANCESCA: FUCK I ain’t even gettin’ to think right now!! Fran yelled out throwing a chair that was next to her across the room as she got up out of her seat. It was clear that her deep rooted problems were starting to take hold. FRANCESCA: FINE nigga. YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS. You get your fuckin’ street jawn but I ain’t wanna do it to ya that way. I ain’t wanna have to put ol’ yella down with the shottie for GOOD like that yawl. LET TREL TREL GO! I still needa ride back to Florida YAWL. The crowd exploded once they heard Fran accept the challenge, the slick smirk returning back to Felicity’s face. FELICITY BANKS: Smartest, and yet dumbest decision you ever made. But I can’t ignore something you said above there. Family? We’re family? Fel tilted her head to the side. FELICITY BANKS: No. Not anymore. We used to be family, but now all you are to me is the person that I’m going to beat to become No Limits Champion and the first person to win the triple crown in HKW. The person who screwed me out of the HKW World Championship and MY spot in the main event at Destiny. The former HKW Champion turned back and looked at Onyx before stepping off of Trelicity’s head. Trelicity was hesitant to move, waiting for Felicity to get a safe distance away. FELICITY BANKS: I will NEVER forgive you for what you did to me, Fran. And come Destiny, I’m gonna make sure you never forget what I do to you. At that moment, Trelicity scrambled up to her feet, but before she could get away, Felicity reached her hand forward and pulled Trel back by her hair. Fran’s eyes widened as Felicity grabbed her, then spun her around and kicked her in the midsection. FRANCESA: HOL’ UP MY RIDE. YOU SPOSED TO LET HA LIVE YAWL! Felicity glanced back at Onyx, shrugged her shoulders, and turned back toward the knoxotron. She lifted Trelicity up just enough to take a few steps to the side and piledrive Trelicity off the entrance ramp and onto the concrete floor!!! BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD!!!!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, nooooooo! Not Trel! She’s really a nice girl! JERMAINE MARKS: Don’t think Fel give a fuck. The crowd exploded as Felicity pushed herself away from the now possibly paraplegic Trelicity Sanks. Felicity immediately clutched at her tailbone as she stood up, glaring up at the Knoxotron and pointing at Fran while saying “that’s gonna be you!” Fran shook her head no saying “Nah YAWL! IT AIN’T HAPPENIN’ TO ME!” JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh Fran head boutta explode. The No Limits Champion got up from her chair then tossed it towards the camera out of pure frustration causing it to break from her end. Inside the iZod center the Knoxotron was fizzled out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the HKW Bloodlust Championship! The arena lights dim ever so slightly and turn to a mix of pink and purple as "Crash" by Fit For Rivals begins playing. Ashley comes bursting out from behind the entrance with a skip to stand out on the stage. Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching ringside, Ashley leaps up to the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside and she sits on the top turnbuckle before jumping down into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: On her way to ring, from Red Bank, NJ and living in Philadelphia, PA... ASHLEEEEEEY SULLIVAN!!! "House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: And from Chicago, IL, Nicole Hamilton! The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance, tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... "Hey! Don't touch kid, sleep with the lights on.... Touch kid, how you surprise me... Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience. "You're something like a phenomena.... Something like an astronoma... Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes... “Something like a phenomena, baby.... You're gonna get your body off" She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out and playing to the crowd as the music fades. WHISPER VIPERI: And your Bloodshed Champion from Laval, Quebec, Canada… SALEM CARTIER! ![]() DING!! DING!! DING!! The referee holds up the Bloodlust Championship and signals for the bell as all three competitors slowly start to look around the canvas, eyeing each other up. There seems to be some words exchanged between Salem and Nicole, then Nicole and Ashley, finally coming full circle to Salem and Sullivan running their mouths at each other. BRIAN MASON: And this is the match we’ve all been waiting for, and the main event for a damn good reason. JERMAINE MARKS: Bring the bloooooood. Blood in, blood out, homie. RANDY THE PILOT: I’m ready to see these girls scrap for that championship. Good thing we get this preview before Destiny. Finally Nicole reaches out and pushes Salem by the face right into Ashley. Ashley dropkicks Salem back into Nicole’s direction where she delivers a dropkick of her own to put Cartier down on the mat. With Salem in the middle, Sullivan and Hamilton look at each other from across the canvas and bounce off the ropes at the same time. Ashley swings through with a closed fist, but it misses just in time as Nicole returns with a spin kick that also misses! Salem sees Hamilton the closest to her and hops up with a cactus clothesline that sends Nicole tumbling out of the ring under the bottom rope. But while Salem was distracted with handling Nicole, Ashley takes full advantage and puts Cartier back down with a one handed bulldog before rolling out of the ring herself and pulling up the apron to see what’s in store. Sullivan pulls starts to pull out a ladder from underneath the ring, until… Nicole is there with a chair shot right to the back of Sullivan! Ashley tries to crawl away, but Nicole is still on her delivering chair shot after chair shot to Ashley, causing her to eventually stop crawling and fall completely to the outside mat. Nicole is saying something to Ashley, but doesn’t see Salem as she springboards from the top ropes, to the outside, with a back elbow that sends Nicole flying into the barrier and dropping the chair. Ashley is slow to get to her feet, but when she does Salem is waiting and delivers a double underhook suplex that causes Sullivan to land on the ladder that she had began to pull out from under the ring! Salem pushes Sullivan off the ladder and lifts a leg on the outside of the ring as the referee slides out for the count! ONE! TW-BREAK! Chair shot from behind as Nicole blasts Salem to break the pin! She pulls Ashley back to her feet, but Sullivan pushes her backwards and makes Hamilton trip over the ladder and bif it! Sullivan takes the smart way out and rolls back into the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: Mannnn, this sht already intense as hell. Thought Salem was gonna and this match quicker than Nicole’s Bloodshed Championship reign. RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t think that’s real funny… Nicole can pull out this win just like anyone else. That’s the funny thing about triple threats, everyone is a threat. Salem pulls herself back to her feet with help from the barrier, but it’s Nicole who doesn’t give up, launching herself forward with help from the ladder into Salem and nailing a diving crossbody that causes them both to go into the audience! The camera tries to pan back around and it does just in time to see Nicole backhammer Salam onto the barrier! Hamilton jumps onto the barrier and is holding a chair in hand from the crowd as she sits on it and drops down on Salem! She hooks a leg as the referee begins the count! ONE! TW-NOOO! But Sullivan has regained some of her energy as she pulls Nicole off Salem by the ankle and pulls her by her hair, forcing her back to her feet, then throws Nicole shoulder first into the barrier! BRIAN MASON: Another fall that could’ve been there if it wasn’t for the third opponent in this match! These girls really want this! Salem grabs Sullivan from behind and forward palm strikes her into the nearby barrier. She reaches under the ring and pulls out the first thing she can get her hands on… which is a shovel! RANDY THE PILOT: The hell a shovel doin’ under the ring? JERMAINE MARKS: I betcha someone planted it there just for this occasion. Nicole’s eyes widen as she sees Salem with the shovel and tries to get away, but Salem swings the shovel and it flies out of her hands, whacking Nicole right in the back of the head and seems to have knocked her out cold! Salem looks to go forward and get another pin attempt on Nicole, but baseball slides out of the ring into Cartier! Salem flies into the steel steps as Nicole is slowly standing back up. At least until Sullivan has the shovel at hand and smacks in the face with it! Blood starts to pour from Nicole, but Sullivan wastes no time dropping to her knees and throwing an arm over for the cover as the referee makes his way around the side of the ring and begins to count. ONE! TWO BROKEN! Salem throws a shoulder into the pinfall attempt to break it up and stands up to be covered in Nicole’s blood. The medical team checks on Hamilton, but she shakes her head at them when they ask if they want her to be pulled from the match. Nicole throws her hands on the barrier, but slides right off with the blood on her hands. BRIAN MASON: That’s… gruesome. Although, got to give it to her for not wanting to be pulled from the match. RANDY THE PILOT: The match is for the Bloodlust Championship. Of course she ain’t want pulled from it. Salem and Sullivan turn their attention to each other and start to exchange punches, until Salem has Sullivan up against the apron and delivers a shin breaker into leg-hook Saito suplex that causes Ashley to graze her head on the ladder still laying out in the open! Salem opens the ladder and slams it down on Ashley’s ankle as she crawls away in pain! Salem reaches down and pulls Ashley back to her feet, not giving her the chance to get away, but Sullivan throws a wild punch that lands right in Salem’s jaw, causing her to stumble backwards into the barrier. Salem reaches under the apron and pulls out a garbage can lid, tossing it down on the ground and pulling Ashley into a headlock. iI’s reversed as Ashley ends up behind Salem for the grapple, putting her down on the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! She forcefully brings Salem back to her feet, but it isn’t what she expected as Ashley gets planted on the trashcan lid with a monkeyflip DDT from almost nowhere! Salem takes a small breathe on the apron, then drops to her knees for the pinfall attempt! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN! Nicole hits Salem right in the ribs with the shovel that busted her open and tosses it to the side before dropping to one knee, knowing that she had the chance to save this match. BRIAN MASON: Another nearfall for Salem, but Nicole regained herself to break it up once again! JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh and look…. Ashley Sullivan is bleeding now. The camera cuts to Sullivan who wipes the blood from her face as she rolls back into the ring to get a quick breather from the chaos, painting the canvas in red. Nicole seems to have found a burst of energy as she takes Salem off guard, spins her around from the shovel shot and puts her down with a spin kick! Seeing that Ashley was distracted by her own pool of blood, Nicole drags Salem to one of the other sides of the ring and pulls a frying pan out from underneath the ring. She is sizing up Salem as she is slow to get to her feet, but when she does, Nicole kicks Salem in the gut and slaps her in the face with the pan… and it causes Salem to hit the steel post face first and spit out blood as well! She is quick to her feet, but Nicole is quicker as she delivers yet another face shot with the pan that causes blood to splatter the nearby fans in the first couple of rows! Salem looks to be down and out as Nicole throws the pan off to the side and falls without really knowing where she was, tossing an arm over Cartier and slapping the outside mat for the referee to get into position. ONE! TWO THR-NOOOOO! Ashley suicide dives through the ropes and nails the pinfall head on to break it up before the three count can be called! RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit, this is nuts. All three women are bleedin’ half to death in that ring and none of them will give up or let any of their competitors get the upper hand. BRIAN MASON: People will do a lot for a piece of gold to hand around their waist, Randy! These three women in particular. All three opponents are on the outside and all down, barely having any action in the ring except for it being a bit of a safe haven to catch some rest throughout the bloody match. They all three are starting to scramble to their feet and all standing up at the exact same time! Ashley, out of nowhere, goes for the intro dust on Nicole, but she catches her in the air and slams her back first onto the barrier. Hamilton turns to Salem and DDTs her, comboing it into the Highway to Hell! She has the hold in for only a few seconds before a chair comes flying out of the audience and breaks the hold, causing Nicole to roll off to the side. Salem goes for the New Hampshire Handshake on Nicole, but gets blindsided by Ashley jumping off the barrier before she can execute. Sullivan handsprings into the barrier and catches Nicole with the Just A Dream right as she was turning around! Ashley grabs Nicole by the hair and rolls into the ring, pulling Hamilton right behind with her as she throws a leg up for the pinfall! ONE! TWO! THR-BREAK! Salme grabs Ashley’s leg from under the ropes and pulls her out of the ring just in time before the referee can get a three count. Salme slides into the ring while Ashley is on the outside, but has to wipe away the blood from her face as she pulls Nicole back to her feet. Salem goes to lock in the lotus lock, but Nicole maneuvers herself into position for the Crazy Train! Both competitors have their hold locked in tight on each other! BRIAN MASON: WHAT IN THE HELL? JERMAINE MARKS: Bruhhhh…. RANDY THE PILOT: They both have their submission locked in on each other. Am I seeing this right? How does this even happen? Neither one of them is giving in on the submission to the other, though. Ashley rolls back into the ring and sees what’s going on before pulling the ladder in with her and throwing it as hard as she can at the both of them. It makes a sickening smack sound as both Salem and Nicole release their holds to roll off towards the ropes in opposite sides of each other. Ashley looks like she is trying to decide which one to attack before…. BRIAN MASON: WHERE THE HELL DID LEIFI COME FROM!? THAP! Leifi comes from behind and lays out Sullivan with a cheap shot while she wasn’t looking! He made his way through the fans and jumped the barrier when he thought all three competitors had enough and were exhausted after the crazy match, now looking around the ring. Salem stands up first and clothesline from Leifi! Then it’s Nicole, who ends up getting put back down with a knee lift! He pulls Salme towards the middle of the ring and looks to be going for the pin! Until Ashley Sullivan spins Leifi around and hits the Intro Dust! She stands over Leifi as Salem and Nicole both climb back to their feet, staring at the intruder of their match. They all begin to exchange looks and glances, then all hell breaks loose as they start taking it to Leifi! It’s punch after punch after punch and kick after kick after kick before Salem stands him up and nails the New Hampshire Handshake! She falls into the ropes as Nicole is there to hit a snap DDT to Leifi and lays him back out in the middle of the ring! They continue their slaughter on Leifi as Ashley Sullivan is the first to break from Salem and Nicole in the assault on Maivia as she goes to the ropes at the edge of the ring and reaches out demanding for a microphone. She looks to be seething with anger as she turns back to the ring with Nicole and Salem backing away from the downed Leifi. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I am... so sick and tired of this purge BULLSHIT! Is this what it's supposed to really be all about?! Making it so that we can't even have a match for the belt? Ashley looks down at Leifi angrily, seeing him as the cause of missing out on another chance to regain the Bloodlust championship. She sneers, trying to keep the anger she is feeling under control but fails as she runs up to Leifi and kicks him hard in the stomach. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Someone get that piece of shit out of MY ring! Yeah, even I won the belt with the Purge but, looking from the back there, I knew MJ wasn't going to cut it as the champ and take it where it needed to be. You haven't seen her around here since Darkness Falls either so that just proves I was right. Wiping her hair back away from her face, sweat dripping down from the fight she was just in, she looks at Salem and Nicole for a moment. She can only shrug as even she does not know what to do anymore. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: So now what? Are we supposed to just put up with this Purge crap and not actually be able to have a match for the belt? Or do we say screw the game and to hell with pieces of garbage like THAT?! Ashley turns to point down at Leifi to indicate just who she meant with the statement. Salem leaned back into the ropes and scratched her head, taking it all in. She then popped back up and walked methodically around Leifi, looking down at him and then shifting her attention to Ashley and Nicole. She nods and looks around the arena, drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring grabbing the Bloodlust Title and a microphone of her own. Salem looked back into the ring and with a smirk climbed up on the announce table, holding the belt up high and tapping it with the microphone for emphasis, which caused the crowd to raise their level. She pumped her fist into the air and then hopped back down, climbing the steps and getting back into the ring. SALEM CARTIER: I hear what you’re saying Ashley… but did you hear that? THIS (holds up the belt again) is what it’s all about. Like it or hate it, you have to admit the Purge rule makes this title unique. At the end of the day, Purge equates to excitement… something these fans have been hard up for. And I hate it just as much that Samoan Fabio here had to come stumbling through yet another encounter, trying to regain whatever mojo he dreamed he had once. She walked to Leifi, looking down. He seemed to be stirring a bit, and she bent down helping him to his feet… trying to see if he was okay. He yells defiantly, still groggy… LEIFI MAIVIA:. You… You don't understand, it doesn't matter who has this belt, I'm gonna keep coming. I won't stop… Bitch! Salem smiled at him, then took the dazed Maivia by the back of the neck and shoved him over the ropes out of the ring. She wiped her hands and then turned back to the two women in the ring. SALEM CARTIER: Happy now, Ash? Leifi won't stop hmm? I think he's stopped for right now. ANYWAY...you know the rules, Ash. You’ve even used the rule to obtain this belt, like you say. Don’t dress it up and make it look pretty in your case… you come off as a hypocrite. You’ve been around this particular division for a while… don’t try and change the way the boat is getting rowed midstream. That last bit gave her pause and she rubbed her chin, when it seemed an idea came to mind. SALEM CARTIER: You… just like I.. seized opportunity. Not so much fun when you’re on the other end of it, is that it? (pauses a beat) You’d know about that too wouldn’t you, Nicole? She straps the belt around her waist and pats it. SALEM CARTIER: But really we could run around out here in circles over and over again, crying and debating about what HAS happened. Or… we could focus on something more important… what’s GOING TO happen. Let me be clear, I will not duck and run from any of you… Ash, Nicole, even Leifi over here. Thing is, we’ve all now been Bloodlust Champion and felt justified in our actions in regards to this belt. I spoke a moment ago about bringing excitement to this title and this division. Well, I consider myself a fighting champion and you all deserve a fair shot at getting this belt back. So here’s what I propose, ladies… if HKW won’t do anything about these Purge rules… we take the power into our own hands. At Destiny… I want this sorted, as crazy as it sounds. I want to face… Ashley Sullivan…. AND Nicole Hamilton…. AND since he won't stop... Leifi Maivia. The current champ and the three ex-champs all with designs on this still… one damn match…. Fatal 4-Way. What do you say… Defiance? Hard Knox? Let’s make it happen. And until that time… we watch each other’s backs until Destiny. We purge the Purge ourselves. I want to face you all… and I know the feeling is mutual. We settle this and found out whose lust for blood… is strongest. She looks at them again, and holds the microphone high, imploring the crowd to get rowdy once more and they oblige her. Nicole looks at the current champ, before looking at Ashley, before her face turning a bright crimson red. She paces back and forth furiously in the ring, hyped up. She was silent for the most part, before she rushed to the side, demanding a microphone. NICOLE HAMILTON: REALLY?! You want to face that scum right there? HE HAS NO BUSINESS IN THIS DIVISION. HE HAS NO BUSINESS IN THIS COMPANY. HE DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY BUSINESS IN THIS WORLD! But you want to include him? Nicole glares at Salem, then at Ashley. Her smile creeps out as she rolls her head looking at Leifi. NICOLE HAMILTON: I DON'T CARE. I'LL FACE YOU... YOU... I WILL FACE ALL OF YOU! Hell you want to throw useless people in this match, Salem? Why don't you include fuckin Sal selling water in the third row?! INCLUDE GOD HIMSELF. I WILL FACE EACH OF YOU BUT THE RESULT WILL BE THE SAME! That Bloodlust championship... MY BABY, IS COMING HOME WITH MAMA! THAT CHAMPIONSHIP IS MINE!" Nicole stomps her foot, before jumping up and down screaming loudly with her high pitched shrieking scream. As her face turns redder, she looks around, before eying Leifi's body. He seems to be attempting to get out of whatever phase he's in, making Nicole unhappy. As she drops her mic letting it roll, she rolls over to him, standing up before him. As she looks down at his body, she shakes her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: YOU WANT USELESS PIECES OF SHIT LIKE THIS PURGING ON MY BABY, SALEM? Huh?! Nicole shakes her head, before stomping on his body bringing him back down. As She shouts at Salem, She can't control her anger as she drops down mounting herself on top of him, wrapping her hands around his throat choking him out. As his face turns red, Nicole has a sadistic smile on her face As she screams. NICOLE HAMILTON: JUST STAY DOWN, BITCH. YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE! THIS ISN'T YOUR PLACE! As Nicole continues her assault, she smirks before sitting up, standing, and grabbing her mic again. Before she speaks, she kicks him once more. NICOLE HAMILTON: The Purge is stupid. It allows pieces of shit like this to come and attempt to take that belt. I don't like it.... AT ALL. I would rather not have to deal with another stupid thorn in my spine each week that pops up out of nowhere... I mean let's be honest... It's bad enough I had to deal with you Salem..." Nicole shrugs, smiling at the booing crowd. She looks around at them booing, before mouthing "it's true" at them. NICOLE HAMILTON: But if HKW wants this rule... They better up their health insurance for each employee here because anyone... And I mean ANYONE who even thinks about touching that belt will be leaving on a stretcher on their way to the hospital.... Nicole glares at all three people, before smirking. Her eyes meet the belt, before the smile fades away. Anger seems to come over her again, before shouting loudly. NICOLE HAMILTON: But I'll entertain you for a moment. I'll allow you to feel a shred of importance in your body. You want that match? Fine. You want to include a piece of shit in it? A piece of shit that doesn't care a bit about this division or that belt... Fine. I'll agree to your terms... I'll play... But just so we're clear... This looking out for each other.. It ENDS at Destiny. At Destiny? It's everyone for themselves.... The most bloodthirsty one will walk out victorious... And that's going to be me... She looks at them, before dropping her mic; dropping it down on Leifi, hitting him before shrugging her shoulders smirking. The three ladies stand looking at each other, nodding pointing, and jawing as Leifi begins to stir, up to a knee eyeing them all with a scowl as the end credits roll for the end of the show. WINNER: NO CONTEST (18:53) |
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