| Destiny: Chapter 2 Aftermath | |
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| BB | Nov 23 2015, 05:51 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the HKW superstars after Destiny: Chapter 2 only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Destiny spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out! |
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| Nina Stokes | Nov 23 2015, 09:13 AM Post #2 |
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The video shows blank, black screen. After a few moments, two voices begin to speak, one after another. VOICEOVER ONE: Have mercy on me! VOICEOVER TWO: That is what our opponent’s will scream out. However, we do not show mercy―mercy is for the weak. The camera cuts to an image of trashed wrestling. There are pieces of debris littered about: broken table pieces, kendo sticks, bent and folded chairs, etc. VOICEOVER ONE: Spare me! VOICEOVER TWO: That phrase will be on the mind of every person we come across. Individuals and teams alike will tremble. On the screen is a pool of blood resting in the center of the mat. VOICEOVER ONE: Kill me! VOICEOVER TWO: Pain is one of the few things in life that can linger. And sometimes, that pain can be unbearable. Once again, the screen is goes black. VOICEOVER TWO: Your demise is almost upon you. VOICEOVER ONE: Sine Mora―bitch! |
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| Nina Stokes | Nov 23 2015, 09:25 AM Post #3 |
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The scene opens up in the backstage area. Nina Stokes is standing outside the the women’s locker room. Sweat is dripping down her face and upper body. She takes the white towel that’s in her left hand and uses it to wipe her face. Sht then slings the towel over her shoulder. Nina Stokes: Forgive me, I don’t have much to say at the moment. And honestly, it isn’t because I didn’t win. She lets out a smirk. Nina Stokes: It’s because my actions out there in ring will be able to stand for themselves. The fact of the matter is, this is wrestling Business. You should always strive to win. Nevertheless, even the very best in the world lose a match now and again. That can’t be helped. She runs her fingers through her hair. Nina Stokes: What can be helped, is what happens inside that ring. I performed, I delivered, and for the most part, so did most of the competitors in that match. I― Before Nina can be finish, she hears someone slowly clapping. She turns to her left and see Veronica Taylor standing beside her. The arrogant supermodel had an arrogant smirk despite losing in the Golden Ring ladder match. She kept up her slow golf clap, clearly amused by the statements from Nina, as she rolled her eyes. As she placed a hand on her hip and began speaking in her normal arrogant tone. Veronica Taylor: Oh my god, like that had to be the most boring waste of time I have ever heard. Like, I was robbed of my golden ring, Destiny was supposed to be my night; but, now I have creatures like you taking my spotlight? No, that is not gonna happen. At the end of the night Veronica Freaking Taylor is the starlet of Subversion. Veronica placed her hand on her hip as Nina looked at her clearly annoyed by the arrogance of the vain and vapid woman. The arrogant model kept her gaze on Nina as she let out a bitchy chuckle. Veronica Taylor: Like, you might have had a decent little career, but honey, I am going to give you a bit of advice, stay out of my way and the way of the Pretty Committee. I mean we already scared away that fugly little freak with the bad tattoos. We can surely make you the next victim of the prettification of HKW. Nina let’s Veronica finish her little rant. Nina Stokes: A decent career huh? Becoming the first Bloodlust Champion, dominating GPW, earning third place in EWC King of the Cage, and currently holding the Fight One Fury Championship―yeah, that’s all just “decent,” huh? She then takes a step towards the woman. Nina Stokes: Here’s something to ponder Veronica. If you are the first lady of Subversion, and I’m so lowly on the totem pole―then why are you in matches with me? Why aren’t you taking on Jason Mentez tonight? Or, why aren’t you involved in Kai’s match? Hmmm? She knows her words hit their mark. Nina Stokes: You’ve got three seconds to get the fuck out of my face. Veronica Taylor: Or what are you going to do uggo? Oh right nothing because if you step to me that is going to be last move in HKW you ever make. Before you get your own customized and free make over, because let’s face it, you need it. Like, see you around dog face, sorry bout it. Veronica throws up her hand into the face of Nina, before letting out a bitchy chuckle as she backs away with a smirk, before blowing a kiss at Nina, as she then arrogantly turns on her heel and saunters out. The camera lingers on Nina’s face. Her expression of anger is swiftly replaced by a wicked smirk. The scene fades out. |
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| Shane Atwater | Nov 23 2015, 12:09 PM Post #4 |
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![]() The camera cuts to the locker room area, where HKW interviewer Eli Zayn pushes the door open, stepping inside to find Shane Atwater, already dressed to leave, packing the last of his gear in his bag, a scowl ever present on the former number one contender's face, the eerie quiet hanging heavy in the room after the events of the triple threat match for the World Heavyweight Championship. Eli makes his way over to Shane, who doesn't even look up to acknowledge his presence. ELI ZAYN: Shane? Shane again doesn't respond, shoving his elbow pads into his bag before picking up his boots, and placing them forcefully on the bench, the loud clatter causing Eli to jump in slight surprise. ELI ZAYN: Shane, I...I just wanted to get your thoughts on what happened out there tonight? I mean, after everything that happened, after the promises you made....to put down Jack Warren, after promising to be Champion before the end of the year....Well, Jack Warren is leaving with the World Heavyweight Championship. After everything that's happened, Shane...you failed. I just...I guess I, and everyone else watching, just wanted to know what's going through your mind right now? Shane looks up, staring at Eli for a long moment. His breathing slow, almost calm. The anger in the submission specialist's eyes is waning, however, and he turns his attention back to packing his bag, zipping it up before hefting it over his shoulder, turning to leave before Eli stops him. ELI ZAYN: Shane, wait! I think I'd be remiss if I didn't ask, after everything that's happened tonight...with the World Heavyweight Championship out of your grasp...where does Shane Atwater go from here? Shane pauses, taking a deep breath, shifting the bag on his shoulder, never meeting Eli's gaze with his own. SHANE ATWATER:...Home. With that, Shane makes his way out of the locker room, leaving behind a stunned Eli Zayn, who can only shake his head...as the camera pans back over to the bench, where Shane's boots still sit, untouched...before the camera cuts away. |
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| Joey Miles | Nov 23 2015, 12:23 PM Post #5 |
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The camera rolls backstage, as Joey Miles is seen roaming the corridors of the arena, some time after his successful ladder match. Joey Miles: "Where the fuck are ... Fuck! I finally do something big and -- God damnit. Where are they?!" HKW interviewer Eli Zayn approaches Miles. Eli Zayn: "Uhm, hey, Joey? Can we get your thoughts on what happened out there tonight, after your ladder match?" Joey turns to Eli. Joey Miles: "Now? You wanna do this shit now? Fucking hell, man. My thoughts are pissed -- just pissed. I finally did it. I finally did something big in my career and it was taken away from me by some asshole who was supposed to be dead. I earned that ring, Eli. I fucking earned it!" Eli nods. Eli Zayn: "You did, Joey." Joey Miles: "And yet, here I am, ring-less on my finger. All because of ... well, I don't even know what the fuck that was. A dead guy stole my ring. Like, how the fuck do you explain that shit? Look, all I know is one thing. I'm gonna find these motherfuckers, I'm gonna get my ring back and then ..." Miles looks Eli dead in the eye. Joey Miles: "There's gonna be a massacre." The first ever Interbrand Gold Ring owner walks off, continuing his search for his stolen ring. |
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| Riskodamous | Nov 23 2015, 02:15 PM Post #6 |
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Walking outside into the parking lot from the backstage area Tony Capone was seen taking out a cigar as he men followed close behind him. A cameraman rushed over to him as he began to light it up. CAMERAMAN: HEY TONY! Tony can I ask you a few questions my brother? One of Capone's men step up and hold the cameraman back. Tony takes a puff from his cigar and nods letting the cameraman come over and interview him. TONY CAPONE: Sure you can. I don't mind asking a few questions and what not. The cameraman walked over to Tony cautiously as his men all had their eyes on him. CAMERAMAN: Aight cool, cool. You know earlier you said you were coming here to see some clients. Can you tell us who might those clients be my brother? Shed some light for us. Capone chuckles as he takes another puff from his cigar. TONY CAPONE: Now, now. I can't just divulge that information. But I can say it has been a very good night for some of them. And hell, all of them put on a damn good show if you ask me. Don't you think so fellas? He looks around to his men as they all nod agreeing with him. CAMERAMAN: Aight I'll take that. One more question and then I'll get out of you guys' way. TONY CAPONE: Shoot. CAMERAMAN: How you feel bout Rhys--- Tony drops his cigar and snatches the cameraman up by his collar. The camera drops down to the ground leaving the viewers to only see their feet. TONY CAPONE: DON'T YOU SAY HIS FUCKING NAME AROUND ME?! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE SPEAK HIS GODDAMN NAME?! Tony looks around to the fans snapping pictures of him. He shoves the cameraman away and straightens up his suit. TONY CAPONE: Fucking prick. Clean this shit up. Tony waves to his men and begins to walk away as the scene fades. |
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| Emilio Vialpando | Nov 23 2015, 03:32 PM Post #7 |
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As the scene fades backstage fans are seen patiently awaiting for their favorite superstars from tonight's pay per view. As the doors open the camera flashes begin to flash like crazy. Laughter is heard beneath the screaming and yelling of the fans. The eVolve cameraman on site rushes over and gets passed the fans and security revealing the three people laughing were Luis, Felix and the newly crowned HKW Global Champion Emilio Vialpando carrying his title. The three stop as they see the cameraman. Cameraman Aye what's up champ! Incredible match tonight my dude. What do you have to say about winning that there title at the biggest pay per view of the year? Emilio looks over to the championship belt resting on his shoulder. He rubs the golden plate and smirks. Emilio Vialpando Bitter sweet, breh. People don't realize the sacrifices I've made. What all I've had to fucking withstand just to get to this point. But besides that...Don't let me drift off into personal shit. He looks back over to the camera. Emilio Vialpando It felt so goddamn good to crush each and every hopes and dreams of people watching the show tonight that actually THOUGHT that Jason could honestly beat meeee at the biggest show of the year y in the main event. I mean seriously I know you people are stupid but I didn't think you were THAT stupid. I guess that means I shouldn't be giving anyone the benefit of the doubt anymore. Emilio shrugs. Emilio Vialpando Lesson learned. But the thing that was so great was defeating Jason in front of his family and friends. Jaja...He really thought he was gonna be walking out of here with the championship. He actually thought he was better than me?! Guess we just seen how foolish that was, didn't we? His family sure did, that's for sure. His friends sure did. Jaja...His whole fucking hometown sure the fuck did. And it feels so goddamn good...To rip that pride away from him. To take this damn championship belt away from him. Because it never really was his. It's always been mine. MINE! Even when that pendejo that stole it away from me in the first place. It was mine. And there's no possible way anyone is gonna be taking this title from me. Not a chance in hell. Cameraman Some people are saying that you had a little help in winning though in the form of your little cousin Felix. Emilio and Felix laugh. Emilio Vialpando Him counting uno, dos and tres was helping me? I mean it's not like he sped up the count or anything it was the same fucking rate any other ref does. Sooooo...That was helping me? Cameraman Well yeah it was the same speed as normal but Jason seeing Felix there in the ring took him off guard which possibly led to you winning the Global Championship. Emilio Vialpando Breh.. Felix pats his cousin on the shoulder. Felix Vialpando Look, if the "Wrestler Of The Year" was as good as he thought he was he wouldn't of been "taken off guard". If Jason was as good as he thought and the rest of you stupido putos thought he would have kicked out and kept fighting to keep his title. Jaja, I would have called the match fair and square. You seen how slow I counted that damn pin? He had a chance. Not that it would have really mattered anyways to be honest. Mi primo es one of the best wrestlers in this company. Y the best wrestler on SubVersion bar none. There shouldn't have or be any doubt in anybody's mind that Em was walking out of there with the Global Championship belt. The young LAX member stepped up. Felix Vialpando And that's exactly what he did. He's your HKW Global Champion and there's not a goddamn thing any of you can do about it. So fuck every single one of you. And fuck you Jason. The real champ is here. And he's my big cousin. The Show. Thee Main Event. Showtime. El Serpiente....EMILIO VIALPANDO! Emilio and Luis seem a bit impressed with Felix as Emilio leans over to the camera. Emilio Vialpando What he said, jaja. Adios. The three Vialpando's begin to walk away as the scene fades away. |
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| SALEM | Nov 23 2015, 04:32 PM Post #8 |
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The camera catches a dark haired figure slumped over on a locker room bench, towel around their neck. She tears off one fingerless glove, and then the other, flinging them across the room. She wipes sweat and splashes of blood from her body and face. Was it hers, or someone else’s? At this point it was hard to say. She turned to the camera, looking bleary-eyed and spent. Salem Cartier began to speak. “Denial. Denied. I could sit here and cry about how disappointed I am in not only the outcome of the Bloodlust Title match, but my performance in general. I could be in denial about the whole ordeal; to say that I wasn’t pinned, to say I didn’t have ample opportunity to break up that last pinfall. But no, I’m not crying and I’m not denying that it happened. Ashley Sullivan survived the war, saw the opportunity to go ahead and pin that bloodied crash test dummy formerly known as Leifi Maivi. Not only did he eat that pin, he got whisked away to God knows where after the match. I can’t really feel any remorse for him. He helped start this whole thing rolling, you know? To see people like he and Nicole get that belt with a Purge… it sickened me. So yeah, I did the same damn thing. You want to know why? Because I felt I could elevate it. The belt and the prestige associated with it had been tarnished lately. The fact is, I wanted this match with everyone involved recently in the Purge rules. I wanted to prove to everyone and to myself that it didn’t matter. Put me in a match with one, two, three other people… I’d still come out on top. I guess a little bit of arrogance can cause anybody’s downfall, right? But I didn’t duck and run, I faced it head on. I knew that the odds were stacked against me, and obviously I didn’t care. So now, what do I get?” What do I have?” She held out her hands… empty. “If you said I have nothing, you’d be right… but only partially. There is no strap of gold in these palms or around this waist any longer. If you think for one moment that somehow diminishes me, or my worth as a wrestler, to Defiance, to HKW in general? You’re dead wrong. I still have these hands, and empty hands can still make a fist. I still have these feet and they can rise up and stomp away like mad. Even kick right between the eyes of a crazy little psycho like Nicole Hamilton.” Stomps her foot and turns her foot the side a couple times like extinguishing a cigarette. “I gotta admit, it felt good kicking you Nicole. Because I really want to know… did you have that all planned out, or was it a spur of the moment whim, Nikki? In your daze after Ashley damn near took your head off, did you just decide… hey, winning this belt is out of my reach so let me prevent the champ from getting her shot at breaking up a pin so the match can continue? Your own bit of denial… denying me a chance. Well guess what, as far as I’m concerned that just backfired for you big time. You don’t need to worry about the Bloodlust Title or going after it anytime soon, you damn loon. I’m going to be standing in your way, Nicole. Just like when I took that belt from you before… I’m preventing you from getting it. Ashley Sullivan actually gives a damn about that title, that’s why I gave her the due respect she deserved after winning it. But you Nicole? You don’t respect anything. You treated that belt like a plaything, or a pet. Something you could coddle and treat like your baby. That title is nobody’s baby, toy, or pet. Denial is a two-way street. You denied my happiness and my victory. So if it’s in my control, I’m denying you of yours for the foreseeable future. The only thing worse than a witch? A pissed-off witch. ‘Tis the Season.” With that she took a pair of bolt cutters to her ankle, snapping the half of the handcuffs that were still around her ankle and holding the broken remnants to the light. She then threw it into the camera and it went to static. |
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| Zero McHannon | Nov 23 2015, 07:25 PM Post #9 |
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The camera pans to Zero McHannon as he is walking backstage from washing up from a match, then watching some of the show. There’s a limp in his walk as an interviewer gives him a smile and takes a place next to the Defiance Board of Director. Zero didn’t return the smile, the PDW Bloodshed Championship draped over his shoulder. INTERVIEWER: I see that you’ve finally decided to take that championship and accept the win. Speaking of, you looked frustrated out there after the referee called the match due to Romeo Price passing out in the Closed Curtains. Thoughts? Zero’s face was cold as stone, turning a cheek away from the interviewer before turning back with a look of annoyance. ZERO MCHANNON: Of course I’m pissed off, that’s not the way I wanted to win the match. Having Romeo pass out wasn’t the goal, making him tap out was. I wanted to end this once and for all with no more confusion on why I am rightfully in the place I am today. I’ve worked my ass off for all the success I get, then to have it ripped away from me on the biggest show Hard Knox has is a heart breaker. He shifts with the Bloodshed Championship tightly secured around his shoulder, giving it a glance. ZERO MCHANNON: But I did learn something from this battle… It reminded me why I loved this title so much in the first place when I thought it was just a simple past accomplishment. It shows what we take for granted in life. If Romeo would’ve walked away with this championship, I wouldn’t be feeling the way I do right now. Even though the outcome wasn’t what I wanted, I can see why he wanted to fight for this old piece of history between us… Something that I seemed to have forgotten. Appreciate what you have and don’t let it become a memory, or else you might end up like me, doing your best to hold onto it for dear life. The interview nods their head and continues on. INTERVIEWER: And Chris Strike… surely you seen what he has done tonight. McHannon’s face grows bitter as he gives a stroke of his beard. ZERO MCHANNON: Message sent and delivered. I gave Strike one job and he couldn’t stay true to his word. Seems to be a common thing lately. Strike made more enemies than friends with that little stunt he pulled, and all I did was try to give him faith to do things the right and correct way. Shows how much trust I should’ve put into him. This time Zero smiles to the interviewer and shrugs. ZERO MCHANNON: I guess we will have to see what happens… business as usual, right? He had power for one match. I have it for the majority of the shows. And putting an end to this crooked shit has been a satisfying hobby. There’s a small laugh as Zero packs the Bloodshed Championship onto his shoulder even higher and exits away from the camera. |
![]() 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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| Luke Wisia | Nov 23 2015, 08:22 PM Post #10 |
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LUKE WISIA: I DID IT! The camera turns around from taking other interviews and focuses on Wisia as he is being helped to the backstage area with help from the medical team. They help him up onto one of the medical tables, but Luke doesn’t seem to notice that he’s needing medical assistance, face covered in blood, and shards of barbed wire sticking out of the leg of his wrestling gear. LUKE WISIA: And how many of you mother fuckers think I ain’t the one to get the job done? How many of yall thought Colton was gonna treat me like he does the rest of his opponents? HOW MANY OF YOU THOUGHT I AIN’T HAVE THE BALLS TO PULL OUT A BIG MATCH AT DESTINY? Wisia begins to laugh like a maniac as they cut more of the barbed wire off his leg and hand him some pain killers. He stares at the pills for a moment with wide eyes, about to throw them down the hatch, then drops them on the floor. LUKE WISIA: I don’t think I need those anymore. Gimme somethin’ lighter. In fact, just gimme a beer. They do as he asks, bringing him a Miller Lite and forgetting about the pills. MEDICAL TEAM: You’ll need to take something else for the pain besides just alcohol. Wisia looks up to the doctor who was attending to him and begins to shake his head, but then grits his teeth, realizing that he would have to give in as he winces to the next barbed wire pulled from his leg. LUKE WISIA: Tonight only. I think I’m gonna stay sober… Well, kinda. The entire medical team stops what they’re doing and stare at Luke on the medical table as if he contracted some kind of deadly disease, but no one says anything to him. LUKE WISIA: I’m serious. They continue to stare, but then go right back to their medical obligations to make sure that Luke Wisia will be walking out of the building tonight with as little damage to his leg that they can make possible. Wisia didn’t seem to take the sharp looks they gave him too well as his lip begins to twitch with anger building up inside him. LUKE WISIA: You ain’t think I could beat Colton, but now you gonna question whether I’m gonna stay off all the other shit after provin’ ya’ll wrong once already? Fuck this. He pulls his leg away from the team and starts to limp away as the camera fades away to black. |
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