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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 6 2015, 11:39 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Wilkes Barre, PA Venue: Mohegan Sun Arena Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XXXIX poster! ![]() |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 6 2015, 11:50 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Once the pyro for Defiance 40 finishes up, the cameras pan around the entire arena showing the various signs the fans brought with them. After the cameras do a full circle around the entire arena, the visual transitions to ringside where Brian Mason, Jermaine Marks and Randy the Pilot are shown sitting behind the announce desk, getting ready to welcome the viewers watching at home. BRIAN MASON: Welcome everyone to yet another episode of Defiance! JERMAINE MARKS: And we boutta start this show off with a bang… The cameras focus on the entrance ramp, the crowd stirring, and finally exploding once the opening of a familiar theme song begins to play. “Heeeeeeeeeeyyyoooooo. Here comes danger up in this club!” “Courtesy Call” by Thousand Foot Krutch fills the arena speakers, the crowd coming unglued for the arrival of the new HKW No Limits Champion and first Triple Crown Champion in HKW’s history - Felicity Banks. A solid thirty seconds pass by before Felicity walks out onto the top of the stage with her back turned, walking backwards until she gets to the center of the stage. She finally turns around and throws her arms out to her sides, wearing a HKW brand sweatshirt and sweatpants. It doesn’t look like Felicity has the No Limits Championship with her, pretending to have forgotten it, but then she lifts her sweatshirt up and shows off the beautiful, silver title belt strapped around her waist. She unbuckles it from her waist and flips it onto her shoulder before she saunters down the ramp and plays to the crowd inside the Mohegan Sun Arena. RANDY THE PILOT: GOT THE REAL NO LIMITS CHAMPION OUT HERE, BRUH! JERMAINE MARKS: Don’t let Fran hear you say that, Randy. Girl gon’ pitch a fit. BRIAN MASON: A fit?! A fit about what?! It’s the truth! And there’s not a damn thing she can do about it! JERMAINE MARKS: Fran gon’ bite yo eye out little bitch. Felicity holds out the No Limits Championship for the fans to touch it as she continues down the entrance ramp, finally sliding into the ring and rolling through it until she reaches the middle. She finally stands up to her feet, walks toward the nearest corner, and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle while holding the No Limits Championship high in the air, the fans bowing down to the Queen of HKW. JERMAINE MARKS: Girl gets an ovation and a half, slime. Whether they was booin’ her like a few months back or cheerin’ like they are now… girl gets a reaction and a half from the crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s what make Fel… well, Fel. She commands attention wherever she goes. As her theme song begins to die down, Felicity grabs a microphone from Whisper Viperi and walks back toward the center of the ring. The crowd could clearly be heard chanting “TRIPLE CROWN” followed by rhythmic claps, bringing a smile to Felicity’s face. FELICITY BANKS: Months… Felicity stops, gazing at the No Limits Championship in her hand. FELICITY BANKS: For months Fran tried to do everything that she could think of to prevent this moment from happening. For months I had to put up with sneak attacks, outlandish allegations, idiotic meetings with network executives - and it was all because Fran didn’t want me to take this… She pulls the championship closer to her face and continues. FELICITY BANKS: ...away from her. There’s a reason why Fran tried so, soooo hard to get the match cancelled, and the reason is quite simple really. In her heart of hearts, Fran knew that there was no chance in hell she’d be walking out of Destiny STILL the No Limits champion. Fran remembered back to a conversation we had a long time ago. A conversation where I told her that when I challenged for the No Limits Championship for the very first time… the triple crown was mine. The crowd applauds Felicity as she continues. FELICITY BANKS: Fran knows my history better than anyone out there, and besides for Onyx, she knew that there’s not a soul out there who has been able to stop me when I challenge for a championship. HKW, GFP, 4CW, RCW, everywhere I’ve been and every time I challenge for a title… She smirks, taking her eyes off of the championship to look at the crowd. FELICITY BANKS: ...I conquer. So now the question is - what’s next? Or better yet - who’s next? Who will be the ne-- “WAIT! WAIT!” A woman walks out from behind the curtains with a microphone in hand. She was dressed in a bodysuit designed with Mexican flag colors. FLEEK RING ANNOUNCER: Hello, Miss Felicity Banks, I’m The FLEEK Ring Announcer. I’m sorry to interrupt you but I have to introduce my boss! The No Limits Champion rolls her eyes as she walks toward the ropes closest to the entrance ramp and leans over them. FELICITY BANKS: Who in the HELL are you? Wait, don’t answer that. Answer this… Felicity squints her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: What in the HELL are you wearing? Fel questioned. FLEEK RING ANNOUNCER: Standard Fleexican attire! It's required Felicity! The (obviously) Mexican woman responded looking down at her bodysuit’a designs. FLEEK RING ANNOUNCER: I know you’re trying to have your moment but my boss told me there’s no one Fleek enough to introduce her besides me! I have to introduce the NEXT Crowned Royalty winner...STILL the next KWEEN, and the future two-time No Limits Champion!!….The woman who’ll carry HKW on her back when all these “bum ass niggas done went poof” THE Fleexican...FRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! Fran began to walk down the ramp. There was no entrance music. She was already dressed in her ring gear. Vibrant Mexican flag colors. The audience thought that the former champion had every intention of cashing in a rematch so soon after their historical Street Fight at the Destiny event. Fran approached the ring then climbed up the steps. Fran stayed on the ring apron leading on the third rope as she stared at her former best friend. FRANCESCA: Yawl out on these SKreetz gettin’ enjoyment outta the fact that yawl done took everything from me right? She said. Typically Fran would be yelling, actually more than likely, but tonight she seemed to be an empty void. Felicity simply nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders, mouthing the word ‘yah’ in Fran’s direction. FRANCESCA: Standin’ there soakin’ up the shine that belongs to ME yawl. Tellin yaself that this jawn between us is done. It ain’t ova Fel Fel. It ain’t NEVA finna be ova till one of our hearts done stopped beatin’. Cameras zoomed in closer to Fran’s face to see that she was wearing something slightly protective on her nose. Possibly to help open up her nostrils. There was still quite a bit of dark marking under her left eye. As well as a slightly busted lip that didn’t finish healing all the way. Fran unusually wore her hair completely dark brown, as if she just walked out of bed. FRANCESCA: I’m takin’ that strap back. I ain’t had nothin’ else BUT that strap n’ yawl took it. Just ‘cause yawl wanna end something that’s buildin’ up. That strap my LIFE yawl. Without that jawn I might as well be dead. I’m gettin’ it back. Fran finally entered the ring with a slight limp in her left leg. Felicity stared Fran down, looking almost as if she felt bad for Fran until let out a chuckle. FELICITY BANKS: You seriously look like you just came out of a scene from The Walking Dead. It’s sad actually to see you like this, and that part of me that still gives a damn about you wants to give you a hug right now. But… Another shrug of the shoulders from the No Limits Champion. FELICITY BANKS: … you brought this all on yourself, Fran. Nobody told you to smack me in the head with a microphone at Darkness Falls. You did that for yourself, by yourself. Nobody told you to cost me the Rumble 2 Destiny. Nobody told you to send your goons out to screw me out of becoming two times Queen. Nope. You did that because YOU wanted to. Felicity paused, spinning the microphone around in her hand as she continued to glare at Fran. FELICITY BANKS: And till this day I don’t understand why. Nobody understands why besides you. You claimed that I held you down? How exactly? You didn’t find success in this business until I brought you along for the ride with me. I taught you just about everything I know. I told you what it would take for you to succeed. I did EVERY FUCKING THING I could possible do for you! Fran shook her head. As if she was trying to block those facts out. Getting frustrated, Felicity stopped and scratched her forehead before she continued. FELICITY BANKS: I proved that I am a very good friend, Fran… The No Limits Champion took a step forward. FELICITY BANKS: … and I’m a very, very dangerous enemy - something you found out at Destiny. But you want your rematch, Fran? You want your STRAP YAWL back? Felicity pulled the title down from her shoulder and laid it on the mat in between the two of them. The scene was almost identical to the day Felicity stole the No Limits Championship from Fran and put it down right on the border of New Jersey and New York to get the Destiny match out of the former No Limits Champion. FELICITY BANKS: No one’s running from you. No one’s ducking you. You want that title back? She pointed down towards it with her free hand. FELICITY BANKS: Take it. The crowd started to get rowdy! Anticipating a rematch to what some called one of the top three greatest matches in HKW history. Fran lifted her microphone. FRANCESCA: Yawl want that rematch right now bruh? Yawl want REAL No Limits back son?! Yawl wanna see this shit one mo’ time?! The crowd reacted louder because they DID want that match to happen. Fran dropped the microphone on the ring apron, then removed her necklace from around her neck. RANDY THE PILOT: Ahhhhhh shit we got a match on our hands. BRIAN MASON: SO SOON?! SO SOON AFTER WHAT MY QUEEN DID TO FRAN? HA! FRAN MUST BE A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT! JERMAINE MARKS: You’re underestimating her bruh, that Destiny match was neck and neck. The title could prolly change hands tonight we don’t know! But this gon be a good match y’all! Fran removed her bracelets next, dropping all of her jewelry next to the microphone. Fran lastly removed her FLEEXICAN brand hoodie to reveal a sports bra of the same proud Mexican colors, with the lone standout Pepsi logo plastered on the back. The crowd was waiting for the bell to ring! FRANCESCA: This shit finna pop off right now bruh, on JESAS, on my hood. On yawl LIVES. TEW-time No Limits yawl. MYE strap! Tell one them refs bring his bum ass down to this ring bruh! A referee ran down to the ring! Once he slid into the ring Felicity got into a corner, as did the former champion Fran. Once the referee got into the middle of the ring Fran slid out from under the bottom rope igniting the fans to start booing! BRIAN MASON: NO! NOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Francesca is chickening out! This is MY FELICITY’s career! This is HER CAREER! You don’t PLAY with the QUEEN’s valuable time like that! I aughta JUMP over this table and insert MYSELF into this situation! JERMAINE MARKS: Shut yo ass UP Mase, just listen! Fran then grabbed the microphone she put down on the apron. FRANCESCA: NAH bruh, this ain’t happenin’ on nobody’s time but JESAS’. The FLEEXICAN’s. Yawl finna have to wait for that jawn. The crowd did not like that one bit. Fran started to move up the ramp, still moving with that limp. Felicity didn’t seem surprised by Fran’s actions one bit as she walked toward the referee and grabbed the No Limits Championship away from him FRANCESCA: Bet on yawl mamas though, I’m boutta WALK through Ashley Sullivan. Fittin’ I’m gettin’ to take my anger out on one yawl friends FEL FEL. Cause trust me I’m finna make that stupid ass SKANK pay in PESOS bruh. REAL LIFE PESOS YAWL. This ain’t a game. I’m finna trash her then go on to get that CROWN. THEN I’m finna turn back to ya ass n’ get my strap back! The Fleexican proclaimed. FRANCESCA: We all know yawl finna keep that strap cause can’t nobody take that from you but JESAS. Not Cotton bum ass, not Shane, not Salem, not Luke worthless boy band lookin’ ass his ass STILL a fuckin’ joke. Not NOBODY BUT FLEEXICAN GETTIN’ THAT STRAP YAWL. So hold that jawn cause yawl finna see me again real soon. Afta I done took my strap back I’m finna take my spot at the top of this fuckin’ company like I SHOULDA already had yawl! I ain’t like these lessers who cave in when they lose. Fleexican: Crowned Royalty, No Limits Champ again, THEN I’m finna TAKE that World strap bruh. I’m finna make that worth a damn again. EVERYTHANG finna belong to JESAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! She started to scream out loud. FRANCESCA: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS LAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDD! Fran dropped the microphone and continued her steady pace up the entrance ramp. Felicity simply watched Fran until she made it backstage, looking around the ring to make sure Bigz, Trelicity or Tyron Bombay were nowhere in sight for the sneak attack. Once she saw that the coast was clear, Felicity played to the crowd some before she exited the ring and Defiance transitioned backstage. The pre-recorded video opens up; the picture is all in black and white. The camera shows a shot of what appears to be a bathroom. However, it is not the picture perfect restroom. The walls are riddled with cracks and holes, there appears to be trash and litter all about the floors, and, there is a large crack in the vanity mirror. In the corner of the room, positioned next to a grimy looking bathtub, sits Scarlet Flint. She is holding something with both of her hands. From the camera’s distance, it’s hard to what the object is, however, it give over a glare due to shine. The camera focuses in on Scarlet. She is fixated whatever it is that she is holding. VOICE: Hey, hey Scarlet. She continues to stare at the object. It is almost as if she could not hear the voice. VOICE: I know you can hear. Hehe, you know what you should do? If she does hear the voice, then she is ignoring it. Her head remains down as she plays with the object. VOICE: Kill Kyo―kill Brutus! She begins to toss the object back and forth between her open palms. VOICE: Beat them! Bludgeon them! Make them fear you! She grabs ahold of the object with her left hand. Scarlet lifts her head up after hearing the word “fear.” SCARLET FLINT: They don’t fear me yet. They don’t know a bitch yet. They’ll depict me as some little girl in over her head. The camera zooms in a bit on her hands. The object in question, appears to be a hilt. In an instant, Scarlet flicks her wrist, causing a blade to propel out of the hilt. VOICE: Teach them true Fear and Loathing! She continues to keep her head down; however, she does nod it a bit. SCARLET FLINT: They don’t fear me yet. But shit, they will after this match is over. It all will start with Kyo. He’ll be self righteous, he’ll be cocky―he’ll make a mistake. And when he does, I’ll be on it like white on rice. I’ll yoke him up be the neck first. I’ll twist and twist, and then watch as his body goes limp and still. VOICE: And the big one? A small smirk comes to her face. SCARLET FLINT: Shatter his fucking knee cap; that’s step one. Then we batter his head until he is unrecognizable―brutality at it’s finest. Brutus is just a fucking meathead; I noticed that when I worked for GFP. Me and Artemis are scrappers, but we got the brain to match. That’s why we are greater. There is silence for a few moments. After a while, the silence was broken by the voice. VOICE: One final act. Show them. Scarlet’s right index-finger slides across the dull edge of the knife’s blade. She then brandishes the sharp side and swiftly swipes that finger across it. Blood begins to rush out from the cut. She stands up and walks over to the wall. Scarlet uses her finger and body fluid to write something on the wall. When she is finished, glances down at the knife, which is still in her right hand. She flicks it, and blade retreats back into its hiding place. Scarlet then walks out of the shot. The camera begins to zoom in on the words that are splattered on the wall. The words read: SINE MORA=TRUE FEAR. The camera lingers on the shot for a few moments before the voice chimes in one last time. VOICE: And so it begins. Fade out. ![]() Previously Recorded The scene fades inside the Elks Bar & Grill where RIP President Lance Winters is seen sitting there with a black mug with the RIP logo on it. Steam from the cup rises up to his face as he stares down into it. He shakes his head still looking a bit distraught from the happenings of Destiny: Chapter 2 where he and his partner Xavier Asher Daniels lost their HKW World Tag Team Championships. LANCE WINTERS: How did I let that happen? How..I should have seen it coming. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING. How did this happen? How? Winters shakes his head and takes a sip of the hot coco. He looks down at it for a second and looks up to the bartender. LANCE WINTERS: Needs more MARSHMALLOWS, Henry. The bartender nods and walks over with a bag of marshmallows. He digs into the bag and drops a few more in the mug. HENRY THE BARTENDER: Sure thing Prez. LANCE WINTERS: Thanks. Any word from Shelton on that job yet? HENRY THE BARTENDER: Nope. Still waiting on him to call boss. Lance nods as he looks back down to the mug. He sighs. LANCE WINTERS: Jimmy fucking Page. JIMMY FUCKING PAGE. These pricks. THESE CUM FILLED CUNTS. Beer Beer. How could I let this happen? IT’S ALL MY FAULT. All my fucking fault. A small hand placed itself on Lance’s shoulder, causing him to look up. Right next to him was his tag team partner, Xavier Asher Daniels, patting his shoulder as if to calm him down. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Lance, it’s not your fault. It’s mine too. We both should have expected him to have a partner… Seeing the look he was getting and knowing his skepticism annoyed Lance, XAD quickly backtracked on what he just said. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I mean, that his partner was someone like Beer Beer. They’re both a little… weird, and not all there in the head. He gave a slight shrug, frowning a little. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: To be honest… we should have seen it coming, and I’ve got some of the blame to fall on me too. Sighing, the other half of Reaper Rain sat down right next to Winters, looking down at the table. He had a look of sadness on his face, none too happy about having lost the first piece of gold he’s gotten in HKW, or how it went down. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: What we need to do is figure out how we’re getting our titles back… or at least how we’re gonna get over this. Lance takes a gulp from his hot coco and chews on a few pieces of marshmallows. He nods as he hears Xavier speak about getting them back. LANCE WINTERS: There’s no doubt in MY MIND that we’re gonna get them back. But that’s not what I’m concerned about right now. I WANT TO FUCKING MURDER ALL FIVE of those fuckers. I don’t care if it was just Page and Beer that STOLE those titles away from us. THEY ALL HAVE TO PAY. ALL OF THEM. You don’t fuck with THE PREZ and get away with it. Lance shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: I’m going to make this right Xavier. I’M GOING TO GODDAMNIT. XAD looks down at the mug in Lance’s hand, and the one sitting right in front of him before reaching down and taking a small sip. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I wanna help. With making them all pay, I mean. At seeing the look he was given, XAD sighed and put his mug back down. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Don’t look at me like that. I was in the ring right next to you when all of that went down… I’ve been through enough crap with stuff like this for me to not wanna go in there and do something to get back at them. They didn’t just cross you, Lance. They crossed me, too. Lance smirks and pats Xavier on the back. LANCE WINTERS: HEY YOU GOT IT BUDDY. How could I leave you out of it?! Don’t worry Xavier. WE’RE GONNA GET EM. The scene starts to fade away after the two give each other cheers with their mugs and take a sip from them. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena as Whisper Viperi is seen standing in the middle of the ring set to announce the first match of the night. WHISPER VIPERI: The first match of the night is thee first match of the Crowned Royalty Tournament! "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. WHISPER VIPERI: And from Chicago, IL, Nicole Hamilton! As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. JERMAINE MARKS: I bet this bitch craving blood after she got that ass denied the Bloodlust Championship slime. RANDY THE PILOT: I feel like she finna pull a Tyson and bite my boy Xavier nose off. BRIAN MASON: Well Tyson bit off Holyfield's ear but I get what you're trying to say Randy. But this here is the first match for our Crowned Royalty tournament. Despite losing at Destiny surely Nicole is looking for redemption here and to advance in the tournament. The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage. Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song. How can you just leave me standing? Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just 2 demanding Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. BRIAN MASON: After losing his first ever HKW gold at Destiny there's no telling what sort of mindset Xavier is in tonight. JERMAINE MARKS: Bet that nigga was listening to The Weeknd and popping pills like candy. After Whisper exits the ring the referee steps into the center and checks to see if each of them were ready to go. Both nod and he calls for the bell. ![]() DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!! Nicole as unorthodox as she is sprints across the ring and immediately goes for a Crossbody trying to take Xavier out early. But no Xavier catches her and slams her down on the ground. He tries to follow up with a leg drop but Nicole quickly rolls out of the way and knees XAD in the face laying him out on the mat. Nicole then mounts herself on top of Xavier and begins to throw some wild punches into his face before grabbing a chuck of his hair and banging his head on the back of the mat until the referee pulls her off of him. He gives her a warning and she charges past him back towards Xavier who was starting to get up to his knee while holding the back of his head. Nicole picks Xavier up back up to his feet and hits several Chop Blocks before she tries to go for a Asia DDT, but before she could transition in the move Xavier hits a Back Suplex. BRIAN MASON: Very nice counter by the former World Tag Team Champion. RANDY THE PILOT: I guess he ain't high today bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: Not yet at least. Xavier slowly gets back up to his feet still holding the back of his head from Nicole's earlier attack. He looks over to Nicole who was already starting to get back up to her feet and picks her up. He lifts his knee into her midsection a few times before Irish Whipping her into the ropes. He leap frogs her as she makes her way back the first time. The second time around he hits a picture perfect Missile Dropkick! Xavier gets back up looking to continue this momentum he has going on and walks back over to her Nicole. He begins to stomp down on her face multiple times before he picks her back up and hits a chop block of his own. The former tag champion then whips her into a turnbuckle. He waits for her to make impact before he runs over and tries to go for a Jumping Knee. Nicole quickly ducks under and before Xavier could react he finds himself hanging over a rope. JERMAINE MARKS: HE AIN'T MAKING THESE HO'S PURPLE RAIN TODDAAAAYYYYYYYY! BRIAN MASON: Gosh darnit, JC. Nicole steps back with a sinister smile on her face as she sees Xavier trapped up on the rope. She sprint over and hits a Hurricarana off the top rope. Xavier goes flying across the ring and accidentally hits the referee. Nicole notices this and smiles at the opportunity but before she could even go to do anything and while Xavier was starting to get back up the lights went out. BRIAN MASON: GODDAMNIT WHAT NOW?! The lights come back on and standing there in the middle of the ring was Sho Kojima looking down at Xavier. Eva Castro who was wearing a Kabuki Mask stood at the top of the ramp with her arms crossed watching Sho. BRIAN MASON: The hell are they doing here? Haven't they done enough damage?! HAVEN'T THEY!? JERMAINE MARKS: Shit bout to pop off slime. Xavier looks up to Sho in shock. Sho does nothing but stare down at Xavier as he starts to get up to his feet. Xavier goes to punch him but Sho ducks under and hooks Xavier's arms before hitting a Backslide Driver! On the stage Lance Winters was seeing trying to run out to help his tag team partner but he was met by a kick to his gut and then his arms too were hooked by Eva as she goes to hit her Tiger Driver finisher the Evalasting Driver. She gets up and drives her knee into Lance's back and pulls his hair back making him look into the ring. Back in the ring Sho looks over to Eva who was making Lance look into the ring. He then looks back to Nicole who was still stunned by his appearence. He then flips Daniels over onto her back and points down for her to pin him. She nervously does so as Sho grabs the hand of the referee. He looks up to Lance and smirks as if he was mocking the RIP President as he begins to count... ONE TWO THREE ...with the unconscious referee's hand. Eva lets go Lance's head and the lights go out once more. As they come back on Sho and Eva were gone leaving Nicole in shock of what just happened. DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh what the hell just happened? BRIAN MASON: Xavier just got bent over and fucked over what just happened. Son of a bitch. WINNER & ADVANCING TO THE QUARTERFINALS: NICOLE HAMILTON (7:43) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Dec 6 2015, 11:51 PM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 6 2015, 11:55 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Monochromatic video appeared, shifting the feed from still blackness to a simple room. White light flooded it. Seated near the wall sat Artemis Kaiser. Her head is lowered, her general form slumps. Meanwhile, a magnitude of screams echoes through. All of which of previous victims. Fable Rowen, Katalina Star, and many more. Alongside that, announcers scream the accolades of the young woman. VOICE: Make them scream. Make them wish they never had to stand in the ring with you. Like Scarlet, she ignores the voices. VOICE: You are a nightmare. Make them fear you. Also like her tag team partner, Artemis raises her head upon hearing the word “fear”. ARTEMIS KAISER: If they were smart, they would already fear me. They would fear us just upon hearing our names. She gets up, examining her environment. White walls, bright lighting, and yet she is undeterred by it. ARTEMIS KAISER: I will break the big one physically. Brutus, yes? Yeah, I will make him realize how small he really is. Just because he has all that size does not mean I do not know how to rip him apart. As a matter of fact, I find it to be more fun to tear down someone larger to me. There is more flesh to strip from the bone. There is more pain to inflict. When I am done with Brutus, he might wish that he was not blessed with all that mass. She steps gently among the white tiles under her. ARTEMIS KAISER: Kyo, on the other hand, will not be so lucky. The pain we will inflict upon him is going to make him have to miss some days at work. He is an important man, you see. He works under the hand of important people as well. If he takes that job seriously, then he should know not to make stupid mistakes. She pauses, smirking slightly. She presses her hand upon the wall, examining its making. ARTEMIS KAISER: Yet, he makes this one. Businessmen like him should stay behind their desks. They should not involve themselves in the fascinations of wrestling. He should just retire. He should just go away. But he is not going to. I guess that means that Scarlet and I have to make him know the errors of his ways. After he watches his giant fall, bloodied and weak, he will realize that he is trapped in the ring with two actual monsters. And he will not be able to escape us. Artemis steps towards a window on the opposite side of the room. A lightning storm was going on outside. She watches it with slight intrigue. ARTEMIS KAISER: A lesson for the weak and ignorant. Artemis brings her thumb into her mouth, resting it upon her canine. She takes a heavy bite into it, cracking the skin and making blood run down her wrist. She then etched out a simple message. “SINE MORA = TRUE SUFFERING”. ARTEMIS KAISER: Scarlet, I hope you are as ready as I am. Then suddenly, static. ![]() The cameras find their way into a backstage area, where former No Limits champion, Colton Sterling, is seen sitting on a crate in an empty part of the arena, beer bottle in hand. He chugs down half the beer in the bottle before beginning to sing at the top of his lungs. COLTON STERLING: R.I.P. to my youth....and you can call this the funeral. I’m just telling the truth....and you can play this at my funeral. Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin...might go to hell and there ain’t no stopping. Might be a sinner and I might be a saint...I’d like to be proud but I’m somehow ashamed. Sweet little baby in a world full of pain....I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it. Colt drinks some more before continuing where he left off in the song. COLTON STERLING: Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? Mama said if I really want to then I can change. R.I.P. to my youth! If you really listen then this is to you! Mama, there is really only so much I can do. Tough for you to witness but it was for me too! Colt begins to chug the rest of the beer as a backstage worker slowly walks into the shot. Sighing, he speaks, getting Colts attention. BACKSTAGE WORKER: Colt, I'm- COLTON STERLING: Shhhhhhhhhh, or me finish! Where did I leave off? ...Oh yeah. Sterling clears his throat, then bellows out the last part. COLTON STERLING: I'M USING WHITE LIGHTERS TO SEE...WHAT'S IN FRONT OF ME! R.I.P. TO MY YOUUUUUUTH! WOO! Colt, now satisfied, nods at the backstage worker. COLTON STERLING: Now you can go ahead and say what you were gonna say. BACKSTAGE WORKER: Colton...are you alright, man? Why did you come into work like this? Colt shrugs. COLTON STERLING: I don't know. Because I wanted to? The backstage worker takes a step forward before talking in a calm tone to Colt. BACKSTAGE WORKER: Listen, man. I know you're hurting because of what happened to your adopted parents, but- COLTON STERLING: SHUT. UP. The good mood Colt had going quickly disappears as a scowl replaces it. The backstage worker, however, does not listen to Colt’s demand. BACKSTAGE WORKER: Colt, I'm trying to help. What happened to your adopted parents was- COLTON STERLING: I SAID SHUT UP! Sterling takes the beer bottle and smashes it up against the equipment crate. He then hops off and rushes at the backstage worker, pinning him against the wall before threatening to stab him with the jagged edge of the remainder of that beer bottle. COLTON STERLING: DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS! DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT THEM! I SHOULD CUT YOU RIGHT FUCKING NOW! Colt looks to be actually considering stabbing the backstage worker...until he finally realizes how crazy he's acting. Sighing, he lets go of the backstage worker before he shakes his head. COLTON STERLING: I need to get the fuck out of here.... Colt backs away and makes his way out of the shot, shaking his head. The backstage worker lets out a sigh of relief before the scene fades out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring...Kyo and Brutus....FEAR AND LOATHING! Brutus and Kyo don’t even pay attention to the boos from the audience as they remain in their corner and await their opponents. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents.... The beginning chords of “Gravedigger” start to play. The stage and the start of the entrance ramp begin to fill up with smoke. "You are the reason we are bitter and then some" echoes through the arena. Artemis is the first to emerge from the smoke. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. Next is Scarlet; her face is hidden by the hood of her ring jacket, along with a gas mask. Methodically, the two make their way down the entrance ramp. At they reach base of the ramp, Artemis removes her hood and lets out a roar out of fury and war. WHISPER VIPERI: They are Artemis Kaiser and Scarlet Flint...SINE MORA! Simultaneously, both wrestlers slide into the ring. Scarlet takes a seat on the mat (leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles). Artemis walks around, taunting and pandering to the crowd. After a while, Artemis makes her way over to the corner. Scarlet stands up, removes the gas mask, and lowers her hood. The two exchange nods and smirks as they remove their hoodies and jackets. BRIAN MASON: Well, it looks like these two women are so much on the same page that they even have a team name! JERMAINE MARKS: And no one gives a fuck, Mase. This Brutus dude weigh more than both of them combined. RANDY THE PILOT: I weigh more than both of them combined. DON’T SAY NOTHING ABOUT MY WEIGHT THOUGH! ![]() DING! DING! DING! Artemis and Brutus are the two that start the match as they circle the ring. Brutus and Artemis then lock up, but the big man quickly shoves Kaiser to the mat to boos from the audience. Artemis quickly rolls up to a knee and stares at Brutus, who taunts her. Artemis then gets up to both feet and charges in at the big man, who quickly catches her and hits a snap scoop powerslam on her before he goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Brutus gets to his feet and motions for Artemis to do the same. The young woman does slowly get to her feet and Brutus quickly charges in behind her and grabs her around the waist before lifting her and sending her flying with a release German suplex! Brutus then quickly gets to his feet and walks over to where Artemis lies before hitting a quick elbow drop, then going for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Brutus using his strength to his advantage early. JERMAINE MARKS: That's a key to success. #DJKhaledVoice RANDY THE PILOT: Is it about to be over early though? ONE! TWO! BROKEN UP BY SCARLET FLINT! Scarlet comes in and catches Brutus with a kick to the head to breakup the pin before she backs away, hands up. Brutus stares at her, a frown on his face, before he quickly gets to his feet and grabs Artemis by the hair then gets her up to both feet. However, Artemis fires off with repeated open hand slaps that actually stun the big guy! Noticing that Brutus is dazed afterwards, Artemis leaps up and hooks his head before planting him with a jumping DDT! Kaiser then begins rolling over to her corner before she tags in Scarlet Flint! BRIAN MASON: What a DDT by Artemis! And now she's tagging out to Scarlet Flint! JERMAINE MARKS: Heard this bitch loves to bring the pain, slime! Scarlet quickly hits the ring and motions for Brutus to get to his feet. The big man slowly gets to his feet and turns around before he is dropped with a single leg dropkick! She quickly goes for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: Her boot just caught him right in the face! This is it, yawl! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: No! Brutus kicks out! Scarlet then gets to her feet and motions for Brutus to get to his. Once he does, she kicks him in the gut, then hits the ropes nearby before she moves forward and drops Brutus with a fameasser! She then goes for the cover again! JERMAINE MARKS: She just dropped his big ass! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: He kicked out! Must've smelled the pork rinds like I did. Scarlet gets to her feet again before she motions for Brutus to get to his feet. Once he does, she charged forward...only to get caught with a brutal lariat from Brutus! She is turned inside out while Brutus crawls over to his corner and tags in Kyo for the first time in this match! Kyo goes top rope, a smile on his face. Scarlet slowly gets to her feet and turns towards that corner before Kyo catches her with a missile dropkick! He quickly crawls over and makes the cover a second later! BRIAN MASON: What a missile dropkick by Kyo! This could be it! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: RuPaul almost got the win there! Kyo then gets to his feet and grabs Scarlet before getting her up to both feet. He then hooks her head and lifts her before hitting a snap suplex to boos. The Loathing in Fear and Loathing then runs over to the corner and knocks Artemis off with a dropkick before he turns back around and motions for Scarlet to get to her feet. Once she does, he catches her with a running high knee lift that floors her! He goes for the cover as the audience boos! RANDY THE PILOT: Caught her right in the temple with that move! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: And another kickout! Boy, this has been quite a match! Kyo quickly gets to his feet once again and shakes his head before he tags out to Brutus. Fear then hits the ring before he grabs Scarlet by the waist and deadlifts her before planting her with a German suplex bridge! The ref the begins to make the count! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn! His big ass just lifted her like it was nothing! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN UP BY ARTEMIS! Artemis quickly backs away after breaking up the fall, but Brutus quickly gets to his feet and starts yelling at her! Artemis motions at him to focus on Scarlet, so when Brutus turns around, he is met with a handspring enzuigiri! The audience gives her a few cheers for the move as both competitors are down, yet crawling towards their respective corners! RANDY THE PILOT: Both of them are down but who getting to their partner first?! Brutus seems to get to his partner faster and tags Kyo in...but Scarlet leaps and tags Artemis one second later! Kyo and Artemis both hit the ring and Kyo goes for a clothesline, but Artemis ducks, hooks one of Kyo’s arms, then hits a half and half suplex before she goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Half and half suplex by Artemis! This could be it! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Artemis slowly gets to her feet after the two count and Brutus slides into the ring and charges at her, only to be met with a spinning backfist that stuns him! Scarlet then flies in and catches Brutus with a forearm that sends him through the ropes and out of the ring! Scarlet then goes to the outside while Artemis turns her attention back to Kyo. He slowly gets to his feet and turns around before getting floored with a rolling elbow! The audience cheers as she goes for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: That's the First Crusade right there, bruh! RANDY THE PILOT: Kyo is out like a light! And I'm still hungry. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners....SIIIIIIIINE MORRRRRRRRRA! Artemis gets to her feet and Scarlet rolls back in before both women nod at one another. The ref then raises their hands to a mixed reaction from the audience (though there seem to be more cheers than boos). BRIAN MASON: An impressive win for Sine Mora here tonight! JERMAINE MARKS: It was aight. We’ll see how they do down the line, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, where the fuck are them pork rinds? WINNERS: Sine Mora (9:18) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Dec 6 2015, 11:56 PM.
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![]() “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits the speakers as the fans grow strangely quiet, knowing full well that it was Luke Wisia’s theme music playing. The music is barely in as Wisia steps onto the stage with his head down, avoiding eye contact with the fans as he slowly starts his way down the ramp without his normal routine of taunting or celebration. The fans are kind of mixed on the situation, some booing the hell out of him, while the camera cuts to some of them holding faces of sympathy. Either way, the crowd isn’t showing him any love as he pauses at the bottom of the ramp, slightly raising his head and it’s clear that Wisia is blasted out of his mind on some form of drugs or alcohol. BRIAN MASON: I think a lot of people have been waiting to hear what Luke Wisia has to say after getting nailed with his vehicular manslaughter charge, killing a fifteen year old kid. How do you guys feel about it? JERMAINE MARKS: He needa get outta this funk. I know what he did was bad, but he been in this sympathy mode since it happened. BRIAN MASON: And you blame him? I mean, look at the guy right now. It’s clear that he isn’t sober after he said he was going to stay that way after Destiny. RANDY THE PILOT: Let the dude speak, fuck… Hear em for yaself, then decide. Wisia slides into the ring and reaches over the ropes for a microphone as he stands in the middle of the ring, getting mixed reactions from the fans. Signs are seen in the audience that say “Wisia is White Trash”, “#FreeLuke”, and “Teens Lives Matter”. The noise in the arena grows ever louder as Wisia just stands there and takes it all in, turning around on the canvas and staring out to the people, then finally raising the microphone to his lips. LUKE WISIA: I hear ya, I hear ya. I’m a piece of shit, I get the point. I got the point weeks back when this happened, if any of ya were payin’ attention. I did more than just “fuck up”, I did the unthinkable. Some of you are probably lovin’ it as you watch me spiral into this ball of depression I been in lately. Because honestly? I ain’t know what was gonna happen after I killed that kid. Some of yall felt bad. Some of yall expressed hate. And I been doin’ a lot of thinkin’ while bein’ locked up in my house from then to now. He freezes some and bites his lip, looking back down to his feet. You could tell there was a million of thoughts running through his mind as he took his time. LUKE WISIA: I’m a monster… it’s that simple. I ended a kid’s life before he even had the chance to enjoy it. I took his future… and trust, there’s a lot more of ya that I woulda had him switch places with if it were up to me. That kid will never grow up and get to enjoy the small things that life can give us. He will never get married or have kids of his own. The world will never get to see what he made of himself when he got older. All because it was me who ended him. Do yall understand what that can do to your mind? I don’t think you do. You don’t realize the toll it can take on a dude like me. Put yourselves in my shoes FOR TWO FUCKIN’ MINUTES! PUT YOURSELF THERE AND SEE IT FROM MY STANDPOINT! Luke pulls up the leg of his pants to reveal the ankle bracelet cuffed in tight. The fans aren’t booing him anymore as they are keyed into what he’s saying. LUKE WISIA: Yall will never understand… NEVER! I FUCKIN’ KILLED SOMEONE! And you know what? I’m sick and damn tired of bein’ me. Sick and tired of bein’ this dude. I don’t wanna anymore. Fed up with people tellin’ me to “take my meds”. Tired of people lookin’ at me and whisperin’ behind my back that I’m mentally ill. TELL ME SOMETHIN’ I DON’T KNOW ALREADY! Wisia drops to his knees in the middle of the ring and stares blankly at the canvas. There’s a tear that makes its way down his cheek as he climbs back up and wipes it away. LUKE WISIA: But… this is me. The monster. All the hell I put everyone thru and I get exactly what I deserve. Soon? I’ll be in prison and my whole wrestlin’ career will be gone in a blink of an eye. My life is basically finished, just like that kids. There is no future for Luke Wisia anymore. Bank. On. That. BRIAN MASON: Can’t help but feel sorry for the kid... RANDY THE PILOT: Right? I don’t think we ever seen this side of Luke before. Wisia walks over to the turnbuckle and leans on it. But then… he begins to laugh? The fans don’t know what’s going on anymore as they continue to watch on. Luke stumbles backwards from being fucked up, but then makes a fist with his hand. LUKE WISIA: For the last two weeks I been blamin’ myself. I’ve been feelin’ sorry for myself, and sympathetic. It’s pathetic. His face turns twisted as he continues talking. LUKE WISIA: I’m done blamin’ myself for somethin’ that ain’t my fault. It was that retarded ass kid who ran out in front of me, and if there’s anyone to blame, IT’S HIM! If I’m goin’ to prison, I’m goin’ in a fuckin’ man about it. SO FUCK WHAT ALL OF YOU THINK! You’re feelin’ sorry for the wrong guy, because I am who I am. And if yall want me to be “mentally ill”, I’ll give you fuckin’ somethin’ to be disgusted about. I do not care that I killed that kid. The pathetic part is that it took me this long to realize it. And if it were some of you? I wouldn’t feel bad if I ran ya asses over either. You see… what Brandon Banks said finally clicked into place. I don’t need a damn soul of yall on my side. Only regret I have is that it wasn’t Nina Stokes who ended up givin’ my car a new paint job. Or that it wasn’t Brian Stryker helpin’ me with that new body kit I got added. YALL WANNA FEEL SORRY FOR ME? Feel sorry for the things that really matter, like Ashley Sullivan and Hunter Werth bein’ a pair of cheap champions for this company. I don’t need your sympathy. I do not care. I do not need anyone. I thought about changin’ my entire life, but then I woke up and realized that was the worst decision I coulda ever made in my life. The fans start to rain boos down on Luke as they see him flip the script. The camera cuts to a few people in the crowd shaking their head to Wisia’s disgusting words. LUKE WISIA: Fuck every single one of you. Tryna feel bad for me NOW when some shit happens. Fuck Jackson Magnum. Fuck Ashley Nicole. Fuck Jason Mentez. And you know what else? Fuck Felicity Banks. Yeah, I said it. I don’t need yall, cause I know who my real friends are now. Yall are trash. I got a real friend in Sophie and the Reapers. WHO WAS REALLY THERE FOR ME? Sophie. She the only damn friend I need, not yall fake ass hoas. She has stuck thru all this shit with me, for better or worse. I got a badass chick that blows anything yall fuckin’ out of the water, Evangelina. And I hope her dad is sick at the thought that she been spendin’ her time to come and see me, the dude who proudly killed a fifteen year old boy. I hope that mother fucker turns in his grave knowin’ that his precious lil girl drives from Philly to Jersey to see ME! It took murder to make a god damn man outta me, this shit is a blessin’ in disguise. Don’t worry, Eddie Rameriz. I’ll take REAL good care of her, doncha worry. Probably better care of her than you could ever accomplish as a parent. Wisia looks to the camera and winks, barely to even function with his blood red eyes. The crowd is really hostile now as they begin disgusting chants of their own and stomping their feet against the bleachers. BRIAN MASON: Well then. LUKE WISIA: Go head, throw your fits. It ain’t like yall have ever been on my side anyway. I know who I want in my life and who I don’t. If they end up bein’ three people or one, I ain’t gonna give a singular fuck in the world. This is me. Take it or leave it. I’m the guy who yall doubted in beatin’ Colton Sterling at Destiny. What happened there? He got exactly what he deserved. Him and his “stand in parents” took a loss. Right before our match, he was right about one thing… we took different paths in life when we lost our parents. He claimed that he took the high ground while I took the low path. Who took the fuckin’ right path now? Who walked out of Destiny as the goddamn winner? ME! Comes to show ya it ain’t matter what path you take. There is no wrong or right. There is no high ground or low ground. There’s only winners and losers. And no matter what, I always fuckin’ win and I always win my way. Yall witnessed that for ya damn selves. I’m only gettin’ started. I will create hell before I go to take my place into the jail block. I will make all of yall go thru the hell I’m feelin’. Yall wanted me to change? Yall got change. You ain’t think I could get any worse? Wisia begins to laugh, holding his gut as if it’s the funniest thing he has ever heard. LUKE WISIA: I’m done givin’ these retards my time. Hit my music. “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits the speakers before Luke starts yelling back into the microphone. LUKE WISIA: Not that weak shit. My NEW music. The fuck I tell you idiots? Can’t even get ya damn cues right. “Crazy Man” by Block McCloud hits the speakers this time as Luke hits the mat with his back and rolls out under the bottom rope. BRIAN MASON: This is disgusting. Luke Wisia is actually proud of killing that kid? Basically said fuck you to what little friends he did have? JERMAINE MARKS: Grew some balls and quit blamin' himself, just like he said. Just like Brandon Banks told him to do. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh… what the fuck just happened? I ain’t think it was possible for Luke to get any sicker in the head. “The doctors tellin’ me I may be mad, Maybe it’s cause we livin’ in this crazy land, I’m a crazy man, a crazy man, In a crazy land, a crazy land…” Wisia starts to walk up the ramp, but the fans seem like they’ve had enough of his shit as he is getting littered with items being thrown his direction. A cup of soda hits him square in the shoulder and explodes, but he ignores it and keeps up the ramp all the same. A fan next to the guardrail throws popcorn right in Wisia’s face, but he doesn’t even wince at it. “I’ll bring a hammer to a slow jam, throw wrenches in your program, Nail gun through both hands, screwdriver is in your throat damn, Make you a known example, Throw roman candles, hone the poison arrows, Boy destroy a pair, I’ll roast your flannel, Demonically possessed, doctor suggests I am a psycho, Chainsaw on my gun like a Gears of War rifle, Q-tip sex on a platter mask, Gripping a talking Cabbage Patch with C4 and a battery pack..." He stops at the top of the ramp with his back turned, but slowly looks over his shoulder to all the hate that the crowd is throwing his way, literally. He holds out his arms to the side and looks up the ceiling of the arena. The “Reapers in Pride” cut proudly showing on his back as he turns around with a grin on his face. ”Yeah I’m actually that insane med pills, Visions of chasing enemies while I’m on my fucking treadmill, Merry Christmas, kiss the barrel under the mistletoe, Shot every part of your body bitch except I missed your toe, If it’s a diss you’ll know, scalpel to your torso, Carving slow, rolling out intestines like a garden hose, Make you swallow a 40 ounce and see how many karate chops it takes, To punch your stomach till the bottle breaks…” ![]() The segment begins backstage, as Joey Miles is preparing himself for his upcoming match. The rightful Golden Ring owner is doing some stretching, when Kaiden walks into the shot, as Miles looks at him, noticeably upset. KAIDEN HAWKE: Well, well, well… Joseph Miles. Funny meeting you here before your match, isn’t it? What an unlikely coincidence. The man sharply dressed in a dress shirt with a blazer over the top glances down at his fingers, glancing at the Gold Ring flickering against the florescent lights overhead. KAIDEN HAWKE: I simply wanted to wish you luck in the Crowned Royalty qualifying match. Despite HKW obviously pitying you for your less than successful career thus far, I know you’ll do your best to come out on top. I do hope you win the whole thing, Joseph. I want to see what you look like when you’ve actually achieved something somewhat meaningful. Joey glares at Kaiden, clearly infuriated at his obviously condescending tone. JOEY MILES: I have achieved something. I’ve achieved becoming the first ever owner of that Golden Ring you appear to be sporting as your own. Unlike you, I actually earned it. Kaiden scoffed. KAIDEN HAWKE: You don’t comprehend, do you? I made a business deal with Rhys Baines and the rest of H.O.D. I earned this Golden Ring fair and square, and earned immunity from H.O.D.’s assault at the same time. They call this a wrestling business for a reason, you just have to keep up and play the game. Miles clenches his fists. JOEY MILES: You can claim you earned that Ring all you want, but in reality, I was the one who won the match. You want to act like a big shot because you helped a group of assholes beat down a few people after a hard fought match, but you’re not a big shot in the slightest. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back, whether you give it to me or I have to take it by force. I’m not going to sit back and let you steal from me. Kaiden lifted up his hand and showed Miles the ring on his middle finger, holding it right out of reach. KAIDEN HAWKE: Then take it. If you think you’re so deserving, rip the ring from my finger right now and I’ll admit it belongs to you. I’ll surrender and concede defeat, and this can all end right here. Miles, unsure of what to make of this, shakes his head before reaching out to grab the ring from Kaiden’s hand, but Hawke clenches his fist before Joey can pull the ring off, smiling as he does so. Obviously, this doesn’t sit well with Miles. JOEY MILES: Open your hand right now or I’ll rip the whole fucking thing off. The keeper of the Gold Ring continues to smile as if Joey just told a joke. KAIDEN HAWKE: It’s a crying shame this couldn’t end the easy way, Joseph. He shook his head, the ring still right at eye level for Joey Miles. KAIDEN HAWKE: Focus on your qualifying match, Mr. Miles. You have a better shot at winning the entire thing than stealing this ring from my grasp, and in case you’re wondering why? Well, I have contacts high and low that will ensure your chase for this thin piece of gold ends in spectacular failure. Miles looks passed the ring and into Kaiden’s eyes. JOEY MILES: I’m going to get my ring back. Whether I have to tear through an entire army or just one sniveling little cunt, I’m getting it back. Until then, watch your back. With that said, Miles heads off for his match, clearly seeming distracted now. Kaiden smirked deviously as his adversary walked away, knowing all too well that everything was moving along like clockwork. ![]() As the scene fades back into the arena Whisper is seen in the middle of the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And the next match of the night is thee SECOND Crowned Royalty Tournament match of the evening! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin. BRIAN MASON: This son of a bitch has a lot of nerve showing up here tonight. I don't even care if he has a damn championship belt in this company. He didn't deserve it. And what he and his little band of bandits pulled at Destiny? They should all be ashamed of themselves! THEY RUINED DESTINY! JERMAINE MARKS: Aye chill that out Mase. It was just boss niggas making boss moves at Destiny. Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System as Miles makes his way onto the stage, once the song really kicks in. He smiles sadistically at the crowd, raising both fists into the air and then makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with various fans in the front row. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, "Satan's Protégé" Joey Miles! Upon reaching the ring, Joey rolls in and pulls himself onto the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his hands on the middle rope and then pops back down. BRIAN MASON: ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE AND TELL ME THIS MAN DIDN'T FUCKING GET FUCKED OVER AT DESTINY JERMAINE?! HUH?! HE'S THE MAN THAT BROUGHT THE INTERBRAND GOLD RING HOME TO DEFIANCE AND GOT IT TAKEN AWAY BY A FUCKING DEAD MAN! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL ME THESE SONS OF BITCHES ARE COOL BY YOUR FUCKED UP STANDARDS?! JERMAINE MARKS: First of all you gonna stop yelling in my fuckin ear slime cause of half way to the point I'ma slap the shit outta yo over emotional pmsing ass. Two this nigga Joey can handle his own. It ain't nobody fault he was pissing on himself at the top of a ladder and ain't do shit to keep the ring but his. The referee quickly calls for the bell after Whisper exits the ring. ![]() DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! Once the match starts Jimmy was seen taunting Joey Miles with acting as if he was taking a ring off of his finger. The fans boo at him and Joey was noticeably annoyed by this. Joey runs over and tries to hit a lariat but Jimmy quickly moves out of the way still laughing at Joey. Joey shakes his head and tells Jimmy to come at him. Jimmy shrugs and does so. The two grapple in the middle of the ring until Jimmy places Miles into a side headlock. Joey tries to get out of it but Jimmy rubs his head and shoves him away laughing. Joey grunts and runs back towards him hitting a clothesline. Jimmy taken off guard by the clothesline starts to get back up to his feet. Joey grabs his hair and pulls him into a forearm smash. The fans cheered as they got behind Joey who was building up some momentum. Joey gets Jimmy back up and begins to hit several breast chops until he gets Page backed up into a corner. RANDY THE PILOT: Joey really taking it to Jimmy here early bruh. He must be really pissed him off. BRIAN MASON: That's what he gets for trying to make fun of him! Screw you Jimmy Page! SCREW YOU!!!! Jimmy catches Joey's arm on the last chop and hits a Double Chop to the Throat to back him off. Joey steps back holding his throat but was brought down by a Running Big Boot soon after. Jimmy flips his hair back and began to stomp down on Joey's face repeatedly before he mounts down and begins to punch him square in the face. He then picks Joey up by his nose and hits a Snap DDT to bring him right back down. Jimmy then grabs the back of Joey's head and wipes his face on he mat before smashing it on the mat a few times. Jimmy then gets up with his arms held high. The fans boo him as Page just stands there smiling at them. He then looks back to Joey who was crawling over to the ropes. He walks over and drops a knee in the middle of his back and then proceeds to reach up to his face and tries to gauge out his eyes. The ref quickly runs over and pulls Jimmy off of Joey trying to give him a warning. Joey rolls out of the ring trying to check on his vision and recover from Page's attack. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn this nigga Page a savage slime. BRIAN MASON: He's been known to be insane JC. And as we already know...A FUCKING JERK. A goddamn fuck over! Jimmy shoved the referee out of the way and looked around to see where Joey went. He then spotted him at ringside near the commentators desk still trying to regain his vision. He sprinted over and went for a suicide dive but Joey dodged out of the way, luckily and sent Jimmy crashing into the edge of the desk. Joey regains his vision and looks down to see Jimmy on the ground. He didn't exactly know how Jimmy ended up there but he shrugged his shoulders and got him up to his feet. He banged his head off the desk a few times then Irish Whipped him into the ring apron. Jimmy groaned in pain at this as he reached for his back. Joey followed this up with a European Uppercut and then threw Jimmy into a set of steel steps. The fans cheered Joey on as he began to stalk Page. BRIAN MASON: Joey had better get back in the ring to break the refs count. RANDY THE PILOT: Nah bruh he still got time. JERMAINE MARKS: Word. Plus he just tryna beat this dudes ass for what that shit his boy Rhys pulled at Destiny, slime. Page began to pull himself up with the help of the barricade. Joey say him nodding his head as if he was talking to someone but didn't think nothing of it. It was probably just Jimmy talking to himself again like in the past. As Miles got over to him tired to grab Jimmy but Page reversed and switched places with Joey shoving his face towards the front and as he does Page's tag team partner Beer Beer stands up and spits some Coors Light into his face and, more so his eyes blinding Joey once again. The fans boo at this but the referee didn't see anything...Or just didn't want to get involved. Jimmy then threw Joey back into the ring and slid under the ropes following him inside. Jimmy crouched down laughing at Joey as he was yet again trying to get his vision back. Jimmy followed Joey as he got up with a crazed smile on his face and went for the Nirvana but no! Joey pushed him off but before Joey could follow up with something he was brought back down by Page's Concussion. The fans boo as Jimmy places his hand over Miles' face while going for the pin. ONE TWO THREE! The referee gets up and calls for the bell. DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! Jimmy gets up and demands he get his World Tag Belt. As the crew worker tries to hand it to him Beer Beer pushes the man out of the way and takes the belt. She slides into the ring with her tag team partner and hands him his tag team belt. Beer Beer holds his hand up as the fans boo and the scene fades away. WINNER & ADVANCING TO THE QUARTERFINALS: JIMMY PAGE VIA PIN FALL (8:23) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 7 2015, 12:04 AM Post #5 |
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Standing near one of the locker rooms completely ready for his match happens to be Brad Kane. The veteran looks disgruntled, or disgusted, take your pick. There is no smile on his face. No thankful to be here moment. No, this is about something on his mind. BRAD KANE: First time we’ve been here since after Destiny Chapter Two. The first time Hard Knox Wrestling has hit your airwaves. The first time you’ve seen any of us besides that online stuff people seem to go nuts for. This is the first time I’ve really said anything to anyone since that ladder match. The ladder match where a man rightfully won and had that taken away from him. While I feel for Joey Miles and his situation, that’s not a war I’m interested in. The long time competitor shakes his head. He keeps staring at the camera focused and determined. BRAD KANE: What I am interested in is a piece of gold that goes around my waist. A title that brought me into wrestling in the first place. Let me take you down history lane. Back in the golden days I was Reckless Jack. Hardcore. Deathmatch. Light tubes. Barbed wire. All of that stuff were my toys. That Bloodlust Title takes me back to when I first began in this business. When blood poured out of my body. Where I got some of these scars that you see here today. I’d get tangled up in barbed wire. I’d get hit with a staple gun right on my nut sack. The old days. He takes a long dramatic pause. BRAD KANE: The days I’d like to forget and wish never existed. A sigh follows that last word. You can see the pain in his eyes just thinking about his past days as a hardcore wrestler. BRAD KANE: Because of that style of professional wrestling, or stunt show rather, my body has aged faster than it should have. My body aches every day because of the shit I did to win a title, make myself a little more famous. I remember going backstage and watching that Bloodlust title match at Destiny a couple of weeks ago. I could only shake my head seeing those four people walk down the same road I did just to hold a championship. Is that really worth putting your body through hell? Is that Bloodlust title really worth it to any of you? Another sigh. He’s disgusted. Tired of seeing these young ones putting their bodies through hell just for a championship. BRAD KANE: Do you know what a hardcore title is for the fans? A stunt show. A simple way for them to get their bloodlust fix without watching a snuff film. You’re killing yourselves for nothing. Just like I did for years on end. I want it to end. I want the Bloodlust Title GONE from HKW. This is my mission now. I’ve needed something here in HKW to keep me going. I’ve found it. I’m going to come after that Bloodlust Title and wipe it’s existence away from the history books. We’ll usher in a new era here. A blood free era. An era based on real skill and not bashing someone’s head in with a steel chair. This is what is best for the future of HKW. Kane looks down at the floor and then back up to the camera. BRAD KANE: The future of the new generation of professional wrestlers. We are going to tear hardcore wrestling down brick by brick so there are no others like me ten, twenty years from now. This is what we, what I need. And with that said Brad Kane begins to walk towards the gorilla position ready for his match in a little while. ![]() The scene fades backstage where Luis Vialpando was seen looking around the halls He scratched his forehead and looked as if he lost something. He paused as he stopped to see Eva Castro walking down a hallway. LUIS VIALPANDO: EVA?! Luis began to run after her but Eva didn’t stop even though she did hear him. LUIS VIALPANDO: EVA STOP!? After he reaches her he grabs her arm and turns her around. Eva quickly snatches her arm away from him and looks up at him with rage in her eyes. EVA CASTRO: Get your filthy hands off of me! LUIS VIALPANDO: Where have you been? We’ve all been looking for you and worried sick. Where did you go? And why...Why are you hanging around those people. Sho Kojima of all people. Eva doesn’t say anything at first but eventually replies. EVA CASTRO: My eyes were opened. The truth was gifted onto me. Luis looked confused on what she was talking about. EVA CASTRO: I no longer have to be held back and strung along by your lies. LUIS VIALPANDO: What are you talking about? Truth? Lies? What lies are you talking about? What truth? Eva smirks and lets out a light chuckle. EVA CASTRO: You’re just so blind, Luis. Luis shook his head. LUIS VIALPANDO: Just tell me what the hell you’re talking about? Where have you been Eva? What is wrong with you? Out of nowhere, Sho Kojima pops up behind Luis Vialpando and taps him on the shoulder. Luis slowly turns around and comes face to face with Kojima, a smirk forming on the Japanese warriors face. SHO KOJIMA: What is so hard for you to understand, Vialpando? Why must it be where have you been, Eva? Why must it be what’s wrong with you, Eva? You must understand that Eva is not the one with the problem. Sho takes a step forward closer to Vialpando. SHO KOJIMA: It is you who has the problem. For too long you and the rest of LAX tried to shelter Eva. Hold her back from reaching her full potential, but those days? They are over. You see, Luis… everyone knows that there is only one heir to throne of LAX and that is that slimey snake on SubVersion. Your son Emilio. Eva? Sho glances over at his House of Dyspathy stablemate. SHO KOJMA: You were never going to let her thrive. You knew that if Eva started making some noise and got people to take notice of her, your son's spot at the top of LAX would’ve been on borrowed time. Now? The native of Japan shifts his focus back to Luis and cracks a small smirk. SHO KOJIMA: There is nothing holding her back. There is no LAX stopping her from reaching the top of the mountain. There is no frauds in her life. A true family watches her back now, and our name is the House of Dyspathy. Luis looks back at Eva who smiles back at him. Luis looks back to Sho and shakes his head. LUIS VIALPANDO: You can’t possibly believe this. Or believe that to be true. None of that is true Eva. None of it! He points to Sho as he looks back at Eva. LUIS VIALPANDO: Whatever this guy is telling you and this family of liars is telling you. It isn’t true Eva! None of it! Now snap out of it! EVA CASTRO: NO YOU SNAP OUT OF IT! Stop! Stop your lies. STOP LYING LUIS! I know all that Sho is saying is true. I don’t have either Vialpando or Mendez blood running through my veins. I know I’m not truly a member of you guys’ family. I was just the kid you let join out of pity. LUIS VIALPANDO: That’s not true Ev- EVA CASTRO: SHUT UP! I don’t need you to lie anymore. I don’t need any of your lies anymore. The truth couldn’t ever be so clear. And Sho has made it crystal clear that I was never a real member of LAX. I was never going to rise up to the height that Emilio has risen up to. Not with you holding me back. And look now with Felix here now, it’s just more of a slap in a face that you will never let me become the superstar I truly am. The wrestler I could really be. Eva steps up to Luis. EVA CASTRO: I don’t need LAX anymore. All I need is my true family the House of Dyspathy. Sho nods as he leads the way. SHO KOJIMA: Good work. Luis watches the two walk away from him confused more than what he was before. The scene fades away as they turn the corner. ![]() The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as the opening guitar is heard echoing through the arena. Fans cheer loudly as "The Hero” by Amon Amarth is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment when the song breaks through. The lights come back on in the arena. Standing before them is that old familiar face with a slight smirk. Brad Kane stands on the stage telling people to get up to their feet if they aren't already. Feeling the pounding music he begins to walk to the ring slapping the hands of all the fans who have their hands over the barricade. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And from Belfast, Northern Ireland weighing in tonight at 218 pounds, “The Strong Style Tripod” Brad Kane! As a remix of "The Godfather" theme begins to play throughout the arena, the familiar entrance video of multiple mafia actions being performed by former members of the mafia begins to show. Slowly stepping out from behind the curtain is Rhys Baines, followed by his soldiers, Jensen Wolfe and Lorenzo Lappolizi. All three men are dressed in suits, including Rhys with his popped collar. The three men look straight at the ring, eyes locked on it, as Abel Manco steps out from behind the curtain before he walks up to Rhys and pats him on the shoulder. He whispers something to him, getting a smirk from the Welshman. Rhys then begins his descent down to the ring as the audience gives him a lukewarm reaction. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Cardiff, Wales; weighing in at 222 pounds, representing The Family, he is RHYS BAINES! Once ringside, Rhys slowly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring before walking over to his corner, where he proceeds to remove his suit jacket and hand it to Jensen at ringside. He then removes his dress shirt and hands it to the same person before removing his black dress slacks as well, revealing the back and white MMA style wrestling trunks. Rhys then begins hopping up and down in place, Abel Manco then getting on the apron and hypes Rhys up before handing him a black mouthguard, which he inserts into his mouth before clapping his hands together and waiting for the match to start. ![]() DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: This one should be interesting enough. Rhys with a return from… well, the dead? RANDY THE PILOT: Makes you wonder if he was really dead or not. JERMAINE MARKS: Nah, dude a zombie and you ain’t gonna be able to beat the dead. The referee signals for the bell as Rhys and Kane start the match up with a quick grapple in the middle of the ring. Things start off in Rhys’s favor as he backs Brad back into the ropes, when whips him into the opposite ropes, falling to his stomach as Kane hurdles him and returns with a clothesline that’s also ducked underneath. Kane locks his elbows in on the ropes to stop the momentum, but Rhys is already on his with several jabs to the gut. He hits Kane so hard with the last punch that it causes Brad to flip over the top rope, but he catches his footing on the apron before he tumbles to the outside! Rhys notices this a bit too late and tries to throw an elbow, but Kane throws a shoulder into his opponent’s gut through the middle ropes, then throws himself back into the ring with help from the top rope and drives a shoulder right into Rhys. Kane sizes up Rhys when he stands back up, this time looking to follow through with the clothesline, but Rhys drags him down with an armbar, but almost instantly releases, then connects with a knee lift that causes Kane to go tumbling across the canvas. Rhys drops to his knees and crawls towards Kane, looking to go for an early pin and seal the deal before the match even really gets going. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Kane throws a shoulder off the mat before the two count is complete as the referee stands back to his feet, and Rhys runs a hand through his hair before forcing his opponent back to a vertical position. JERMAINE MARKS: Rhys takin’ control of this match early, tryin’ get himself a good win on his first match back in however long. RANDY THE PILOT: You countin’ out Brad Kane too early. Dude can pull off anythin’. Don’t be surprised if he does, yo. But there’s a kick to the gut from Kane that creates some space. He delivers an european uppercut from one knee then puts the pressure on Rhys with a few exchanges of jabs. He throws Rhys backwards with a snap suplex as Rhys climbs to his knees with a look of surprise on his face, climbing back to his feet just as quickly as he went down. Rhys fires back with a flying elbow, but Kane moves out of the way just in time to push his opponent into the turnbuckle, as he stumbles backwards, but is put right back into it with a dropkick from behind that causes Rhys to fall on the second rope with his back turned. He starts to use the ropes to stand back up, but when he turns around, he is only met with a chestblower that causes him to roll off towards the ropes, until Kane grabs him by the ankle and drags him back towards the middle of the ring for a pin attempt. ONE! TWO-BREAK! Rhys reaches out with a hand and grabs the nearby rope that Kane thought was out of arms reach, making the referee point it out to stop the count. BRIAN MASON: And it’s Brad Kane who swings this match into his corner, but he was just a bit too close to those ropes for Rhys to get a hand on them. JERMAINE MARKS: That’s what death does to ya, extends that reach. Zombie arms, bruh. Kane stands back up as Rhys is climbing to his feet at the same time. They lock up before either one of them can get an upper hand on the other, then they start to exchange punches. Rhys nails a kidney shot to Kane that makes him wobble backwards, but he strikes back with a roundhouse kick of his own to throw Rhys off balance. He grapples up with Rhys before he can recover and plants him with a tiger suplex! Rhys quickly climbs the ropes back to a standing position, but it’s Kane who runs forward with a knee strike, and it misses! RANDY THE PILOT: Kane done fucked up now. Kane gets caught up in the ropes as he tries to untangle himself, but Rhys is on him before he can get that accomplished, pushing him through the ropes, pulling him back in and executing a DDT from the middle. Rhys digs a shoulder into Kane to force him onto his back as he’s the one to hook the leg this time for the cover, clearly thinking that Brad took a hard shot and was knocked out cold. ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOO! Kane uses his legs to lift himself off the mat and break the pin as the referee holds up a two count to Rhys, then the fans who cheer that the pin was kicked out of. RANDY THE PILOT: Kane ain’t goin’ down, bruhs. BRIAN MASON: Did you expect him to just come out here and lay down to Rhys? He obviously isn’t phased what Rhys did at Destiny, and Kane wants his own piece of the deadman. Rhys is frustrated and pulls Kane back to his feet suddenly and throws him into the corner, charging in with a shoulder block, but Kane rolls out of the way as Rhys dives shoulder first into the steel post! He slumps over on the turnbuckle in pain as Kane scoops him up from behind and goes for a school boy with no real grip, so he lets go, then connects with a koppu kick! He makes Rhys go down on one knee, but isn’t enough to keep him completely out as he looks up with Kane with a smile on his face. Rhys stand up and goes for a jab before Kane can grapple up with him, but it’s reversed as Kane lifts Rhys up onto his shoulders and nails the Mad World! Rhys seems to be completely out of it as he is laying on his side, Kane dropping to his knees and grabbing ahold of his opponent to pulls him on his back as he hooks both legs, the referee sliding into position and beginning the count! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Rhys manages to throw his shoulder off the mat as Kane holds his hands up to head in shock, the crowd feeling the same about it as they doesn’t seem to understand how Rhys managed to break the pin on that one. JERMAINE MARKS: How… Told yall, he dead. That kick ain’t what killed em either. RANDY THE PILOT: Brad Kane has more in the arsenal though. He can pull out some moves that will keep a zombie down, bet on that. Rhys and Kane both climb to their feet at the same time once again as they lock up in the middle of the ring, but that kick seems to have taken a lot of energy out of Rhys as Kane is the one to push him back into the corner turnbuckle. Kane then goes for a shoulder block, but it’s Rhys who finds some energy in him to drive back Kane into the opposite posts. Kane delivers a knee strike that causes Rhys to stumble to a knee, then puts his opponent down with a body slam that shakes the canvas. He looks down at Rhys and tells him to “stand back up”, but the crowd seems to grow a little restless as they see something that neither Kane nor Rhys do. While Kane has his back turned, it’s Sho Kojima that slides under the bottom rope and levels Kane with a clothesline from behind! The referee instantly calls for the bell after seeing Sho hit Kane and he scoops up Rhys from the canvas and rolls out under the bottom rope with him. DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by disqualification, BRADDD KANNNNEEEE! Rhys was struggling on his feet for a moment until he sees who pulled him out of the ring and looks back over his shoulder as Brad Kane, who is slowly pulling himself off the mat after getting cheap shot from behind like that. BRIAN MASON: Uncalled for! Sho comes in and for what? Just to scoop up Rhys and leave? WHAT IS THIS!? JERMAINE MARKS: Calm ya ass down, Brian. How many times we gotta say that every show. RANDY THE PILOT: He got a point, though. Really no reason for that. JERMAINE MARKS: The house always wins… even if it does cost em a match. Brad Kane lifts himself up with the ropes and is yelling at Rhys to come back and finish the match like a man, but the pair of Rhys and Sho don’t even show any emotion as they are already up the rampway, near the entrance. Kane sees that they aren’t going to be coming back to the ring as he rolls out under the bottom rope, but the pair of HOD disappear behind the Knoxtron and leave Kane at the bottom of the ramp as he just stares in the direction with no clear reason as to why they didn’t let the match continue. He puts his hands on his hips and looks over to the fans for one last time before the scene fades away and continues on to the rest of the show. WINNER via DQ: BRAD KANE (8:41) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Dec 7 2015, 12:05 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 7 2015, 12:10 AM Post #6 |
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![]() Red Flag by Billy Talent plays as the crowd starts cheering. Brian Stryker walks out from the back dressed in his street clothes. He looks out to the crowd as he’s still feeling the effects of the ladder match at Destiny. He makes his way down to the ring, keeping a determined look on his face. JERMAINE MARKS: Stryker looks like he has something. Wonder what’s on his mind. BRIAN MASON: Probably to complain about that stupid 5 star shit from before. RANDY THE PILOT: Well it’s as good time as any to get my snack on. Doritos here I come! Brian climbs into the ring and quickly grabs a mic. He’s wasting no time in getting his voice out there. Whatever it is, it must be a big deal for him. He stops in the middle of the ring and looks up at the ramp. BRIAN STRYKER: At Destiny, I failed to win the ladder match to win the Gold Ring. A match that I was so determined to win. I risked life and limb to win that match and I came up just short. My body is battered and bruised and I have nothing to show for it. Now people have been asking how I feel about it. And after thinking long and hard about it….I’m not angry…..I’m not upset. I’m determined. I’m determined because now I am setting my sights on one thing. One thing that I’ve had my eye on for a while now, but only just now decided I was ready. I am ready…..to take that Bloodlust title. JERMAINE MARKS: This nigga serious? That fall through that ladder knocked the last of his screw loose. BRIAN MASON: Who knows. BRIAN STRYKER: I’ve wanted that Bloodlust title for a long time but I never saw myself as someone that can lay claim to it. Weeks of losing destroyed my confidence. Now is different. Even in defeat, I know I am ready to take that title. I am ready to win my first title here in HKW and start that rise through the ranks for bigger and better things. The Bloodlust title is the golden ticket. The ticket that will lead me to the promise land. So consider this my all points bulletin, my notice, my promise, whatever. The Bloodlust title will come home with me at some point. Today, tomorrow, next week, month, it doesn’t matter. It will be my time to shine finally. “Crash” by Fit For Rivals begins to play to announce the arrival of Ashley Sullivan. The two-time Bloodlust Champion comes out through the entrance, holding the title belt she regained at Destiny over her shoulder. Microphone in hand, she has a confused look on her face as she goes to talk but stops before she can even get a word out. Shaking her head, she walks down the entrance and climbs into the ring. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Do I know you? I think I do. Sorry I’m just too busy getting ready for my own stuff to really pay that much attention to the preshow and opening matches. JERMAINE MARKS: Ah shit. Cold blooded! Snapping her fingers, Ashley points at Stryker as if she just remembered everything right now. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Ah yeah. If I remember right, we both came back to HKW on Dream On during the preshow. In case you don’t remember, I beat you back then. And if you didn’t notice either, I’ve kind of moved on since then. You… well that’s another story. Until now anyway. And you know what? I’m glad you’ve finally decided to quit jerking the curtain. I was hoping someone new would come into the mix of things. God knows people don’t want to see a sequel of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Title Belt. And Leifi… well do I really need to even go there? The only question is if you should be the one that gets to throw your name into the hat. Adjusting the Bloodlust title belt on her shoulder with a shrug, the young champion turns and circles around Stryker for a moment as she thinks. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: The Bloodlust division isn’t like California, you can’t just walk in. It takes someone special with a certain kind of strength to go through what we have to do. Do you have that, Bri? Can I call you “Bri”? So how about this. Next Defiance, there’s a little match with you and someone else. Call it a Bloodlust Proving Ground if you want. I’m sure the bosses will OK it instead of just giving anyone a title shot. Come out of that and you’ll get you shot at this. Saying you’re ready for something and actually showing that you are are two totally different things. I’ll be watching to see what you do. Now if you’ll excuse me… Backing up, Ashley quickly rolls out of the ring and walks back to the entrance. Looking into the ring at Stryker, she points at the Bloodlust title belt before turning away through the curtain. ![]() Eli Zayn is seen standing backstage, in front of one of the few monitors backstage that currently sports the HKW logo. Clearing his throat, Zayn speaks. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time... JACK WARREN: YOU BETTER SAY EVERYTHING THAT I GAVE YOU IN THAT FUCKING CARD, ELI! Eli sighs before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small notecard. Shaking his head, Eli reads straight from the card in the most monotone voice possible. ELI ZAYN: The motherfucking man of Hard Knox Wrestling. The reigning World champion...of the world. His name is....Jack Warren. Jack Warren, dressed in his ring gear, steps into the shot with a big shit eating grin on his face and the HKW World championship around his waist. However, his smile quickly fades when he looks right at Eli Zayn. JACK WARREN: That was absolutely fucking pathetic. That’s why, from now on, you’re not gonna get the privilege of talking to THE MOTHERFUCKING MAN! No, that will go to my own personal interviewer, Derek Pennyworth. DEREK! Derek, a young man who seems to be no older than 20, quickly steps into the shot, dressed in a cheap suit and looking absolutely flustered. Jack then motions to Derek to take the mic from Eli, which Derek does (though Eli does put up a fight). Once that’s done. Jack motions for Eli to “shoo”. Zayn gives Warren a look of disgust before he walks off (probably to cry because he got his mic stolen), leaving the two men behind. JACK WARREN: Derek, do what Eli couldn’t and introduce me like I deserve to be introduced. Derek nods and clears his throat before he shouts through the mic. DEREK PENNYWORTH: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME MY GUEST AT THIS TIME! HE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING MAN OF HARD KNOX WRESTLING! HE IS ALSO THE HARD KNOX WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPION....OF THE WORLD! HIS NAME IS....JAAAAAACK WARREN!!! Jack claps and pretends to wipe a tear away, emotionally moved by Derek’s introduction. JACK WARREN: Bravo! Bravo! A thousand times better than that scrub that was just here a few seconds ago staring at me with that ugly face of his. Derek nods. DEREK PENNYWORTH: Mr. Warren, how do you feel after winning the HKW World championship and making sure that dastardly Shane Atwater didn’t get his hands on it? JACK WARREN: I feel fucking great. I feel like a million bucks. I feel like I just got my dick sucked by an instagram model. I feel like three Christmas were wrapped up into one at Destiny and I got a big ass present in this championship right here, WHICH I RIGHTFULLY EARNED. DEREK PENNYWORTH: Do you think that scumbag Shane Atwater will come after you and that title? Jack scoffs before waving the question off. JACK WARREN: Did you see him after he lost to me?! That’s a broken man right there and I’m the fucking reason he’s broken. But you know, that idiot needed to be knocked down a few pegs and I was so fucking glad to do that for him. He’ll go back to Japan now, seeing that he’ll NEVER want to cross me ever again. He’s probably more heartbroken than that one time where he found out Alexa Strange has gotten the longest train run on her and he was entrant #233. Shane Atwater is done in HKW. Mark my words. DEREK PENNYWORTH: What about that goody two shoes FORMER World champion, Onyx Payne? Do you think she’ll try to come back for YOUR championship? Jack begins to laugh now and takes a few seconds to calm himself down before he answers Derek. JACK WARREN: I pinned her and I haven’t heard a peep from her since. You know what that tells me? It tells me that she’s too scared to get back in the ring with BIG MATCH JACK. She’s too scared because unlike Felicity Banks, I was able to pin her. She won’t be coming after this title until THE MOTHERFUCKING MAN drops it, and that won’t be happening until I retire in about a decade. So, until her kryptonite stops holding this belt, Onyx Payne will go home and play housewife for the idiot that’s GM over at the blue brand. Maybe make a boring baby or two. I just hope they don’t got her eyebrows. DEREK PENNYWORTH: You mentioned Felicity Banks, the current No Limits champion. Any thoughts about this main event match against her? JACK WARREN: Other than this is the best main event Defiance could get because we are the two top talents in the company? Warren shakes his head. JACK WARREN: Nah, not really. I just hope she’s ready for disappointment when I send her home with a loss. The Queen’s getting her ass kicked by THE HKW WORLD CHAMPION...OF THE WORLD tonight, Derek! DEREK PENNYWORTH: Ok, that about wraps it up. Do you have anything to add? Jack shoots up an index finger, telling Derek to wait a minute, before he whistles. This leads to a dwarf entering the shot, dressed in a court jester costume and carrying a scroll. He walks in between Jack and Derek and clears his throat as he unrolls the scroll before bellowing out what it reads. DWARF COURT JESTER: HEAR YE, HEAR YE! JOIN THE HKW WORLD CHAMPION...OF THE WORLD AT CROWNED ROYALTY WHERE HE SHALL HAVE HIS OFFICIAL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP CEREMONY! IT SHALL CERTAINLY BE A BETTER SIGHT THAN ANY OF THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IN THE CROWNED ROYALTY TOURNAMENT! SO, JOIN US OR BE A BITTER FUCKING CUNT WHO IS JEALOUS OF THE MOTHERFUCKING MAN’S SUCCESS, LIKE SHANE ATWATER! THAT IS ALL! The court jester rolls the scroll back up before waddling out of the shot, getting a chuckle out of the current HKW World champion. He then looks over at Derek with a grin. JACK WARREN: There you go. DEREK PENNYWORTH: Thank you, sir! It was an absolute honor to interview you! Back to ringside you guys go, to those three monkeys that call themselves commentators! Derek flashes a smile and thumbs up as Jack makes a monkey noise before we cut back to ringside. ![]() “Crazy Man” by Block McCloud 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. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! 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 wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, 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. 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... 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 holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. WHISPER VIPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! ![]() Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell rings as Wisia is still leaning in the corner as Salem is waiting in the middle of ring to get the match started, encouraging Luke to bring the fight and get things going. Luke throws up a hand to Salem saying he’ll start the match when he damn well pleases, but Salem is bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready to wrestle. BRIAN MASON: Crowned Royalty qualifying match! And these are two opponents that we expect a lot from. Night and day, really. RANDY THE PILOT: Salem probably wanna prove herself in this match since the fall at Destiny. Luke comin’ off a big win, but dude is wrestlin’ right now drunk as fuck. JERMAINE MARKS: Like he ain’t been doin’ that for months now… Salem ain’t no Colton Sterling, bruh. Salem reaches out when Wisia gets close to the middle, but he pulls away and slaps Cartier’s hand down. She reaches out again, but Wisia scoots out of the way and a laugh crosses his face as Salem is staying concentrated. Out of nowhere, Luke grapples up with Salem, but she was ready as it’s a stalemate. Wisia pulls away and delivers a knife chop right to her chest and steps up to her to deliver another, but she ducks underneath it and connects with a chop of her own! Wisia takes the chop square to the chest and goes down on one knee, grinding his teeth and standing back up. She goes for another chop, but Wisia takes it right in the chest, this time with no wincing as he stares a hole right through Salem. He kicks her in the gut and connects with a blockbuster neckbreaker to start things off, not letting go and yanking Salem back to her feet once again. He throws Cartier into the ropes and executes a flapjack on the return as Salem’s mouth jars up against the canvas, Wisia rolls on top of her back and pulling her onto her back afterwarks, interwinding his legs into hers into a weird looking pin. ONE! TW-BREAK! Salem kicks her legs wildly to break the pin. Wisia rolls off and looks at Salem, and yawns… the alcohol setting in some as they are both now back to their feet once more. BRIAN MASON: Wisia looking good out there right now, considering the condition he decided to show up to this match in. JERMAINE MARKS: Salem ain’t got an answer for Luke, bruh. He could wrestle this match with his eyes closed if he damn sure wanted to. Salem has a look of determination on her face as they lock back up in the middle of the ring. Wisia tries to pull her in for a grounded sling blade, but she matrix ducks under the hook of the arm and turns around to a palm strike right to the chin that cause Wisia to go tumbling against the ropes! She stands up quickly with help from the ropes and charges out towards Cartier in frustration, but she moves out of the way to whip him into the ropes and performs a springboard back elbow to Wisia on the return! Luke slaps the mat and starts cussing at Salem and pointing a finger in her direction as she motions for him to “bring it”. He flips her off and drops to his back, rolling out of the ring to the boos from the crowd. Wisia walks around the outside mat as Salem puts her hands on her hips in the middle of the ring and patiently waits for Luke to get back into the ring. The referee tells Luke he’s going to start the countout, but Wisia only responds with a “I don’t care”, but then rolls back into the rops and sizes Salem up as she lets him get back to an upright position. Salem reaches out again, but Wisia pulls in her arm and locks her up into a suplex position, but it’s reversed into a wheelbarrow bulldog from Cartier! Luke looks up from the mat with a dazed look as Salem pulls him towards her and hooks a leg for the pin! ONE! TWO-KICKOUT! Luke pushes Salem off him by the face as the crowd begins to rain down boos upon the Reaper, but Cartier is right back to her feet and ready to continue, telling Luke to do the same, but he is taking his sweet time to get back to his feet. RANDY THE PILOT: Luke shook yall. Salem whoopin’ his ass right now. Take that. JERMAINE MARKS: He needs another beer. Shit like an energy drink to em. BRIAN MASON: Salem wants this more it looks like. That simple, really. Luke swings, but Cartier ducks and follows through with a rolling snapmare, but Wisia rolls right back up to his feet! Salem and Luke stare at each other for a brief second, both in surprise, but Wisia throws her over with a hip toss and stalks her as she climbs back to her feet, where he nails a lungblower! At first it looks like Salem is going to roll out of the ring for a breather, but she stops on the outside of the ropes and pulls herself back up, refusing to go down like that. Out of nowhere there’s a tornado kick from Wisia that causes Salem to go bouncing right into the barrier behind her! Wisia crawls out of the ring like a snake, grabs Salem by her hair and rolls her back in, sliding under the bottom rope shortly after and hooking a leg for the pin, also throwing a leg on the ropes to help himself cheat! ONE! TWO! The referee sees Luke’s leg on the ropes and stops the count… Wisia throws Salem’s head down on the mat by her hair and gets in the referee’s face. The ref is arguing back, but Wisia starts to stomp his feet on the canvas, having a temper tantrum. BRIAN MASON: What does he expect, he was trying to cheat? RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like he’s gonna have to cheat to beat Salem. She got him right where she want him, honestly. Wisia reaches down and pulls Salem back to her feet, but she knocks his arm away and pushes him back into the ropes, delivering a lariat takedown when he comes snapping back! Wisia is thrown off guard as he begins to crawl towards the ropes, but she drags him back towards the middle of the ring. He kicks forward with both legs to push her into the turnbuckle and turns away from her again, but she hits him right in the back of the head with a flying calf kick that puts Wisia into the turnbuckle! Luke stumbles backwards, but Salem is ready for him and she throws him into a shin breaker into leg-hook saito suplex that makes him tumble towards the other end of the ring. Luke tries to stand back up quick enough, but it’s a hammerlock suplex that puts him right back down again. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, Luke gettin’ that ass whooped. RANDY THE PILOT: Told ya. A spinning discus knee from Salem to Wisia as he was trying to regain his composure that puts him back first down on the mat. Wisia reaches for the ropes, but Salem jerks him away from them and executes a beautiful shinning wizard to the cheers from the crowd, urging her to finish this! Wisia is on his knees and looking around for Salem after having his bell rung, but it’s too late by the time he sees her and gets a somersault cutter from behind as she rolls him onto his back and lifts a leg for the pin! ONE! TWO! THR-........ Wisia grabs the ropes and pulls himself out of the ring under the bottom rope. He throws up his hands and says “go fuck yourself” to Salem as he begins to walk away from the match. BRIAN MASON: Typical Luke Wisia… walking away from the match. JERMAINE MARKS: He beat Colton. What else does he need? RANDY THE PILOT: Probably not get his shit kicked in by Salem Cartier. Salem throws out her hands as she sees Luke halfway up the rampway, watching him turn to an employee and rip the microphone from their hand. LUKE WISIA: RING THE FUCKIN’ BELL, I AIN’T COMIN’ BACK! Ding! Ding! Ding! The crowd starts to jeer the Unholy One as he is standing on the ramp and breathing heavily. Salem turns her head sideways, wondering why he just walked away without finishing the match. LUKE WISIA: And lemme tell you why I ain’t doin’ this shit! You’re lookin’ at the number one contender for the No Limits Championship at Crowned Royalty and I ain’t puttin’ in double work on this goddamn show when I can’t even get on the poster! This company needs me more than I need them and I got fuckin’ rights around this place. Tired of ya’ll treatin’ me like shit! Have fun sippin’ out of your Felicity Banks slurpy cups while you still can, cause once I win that title, I won’t been to be on the damn poster or anythin’ else! Buy your Salem Cartier baby bibs while they still hot, you mother fuckers! Salem makes a face at Luke as the crowd fills the arena with hate for the superstar. Wisia points at Salem from the top of the stage. LUKE WISIA: And you… You’re beneath me. You gettin’ put on that poster in front of me is laughable. What the fuck did YOU do at Destiny!?! YOU FAILED WHILE I SUCCEEDED! So have fun battlin’ for that Burger King tinfoil hat at Crowned Royalty, I got bigger and better shit to spend my time on. You’re just savin’ me from bein’ tired and doin’ double duty. Con-gratu-fuckin-lations. Well fought match… bitch. Wisia spikes the microphone down out of spite and grabs his junk as he turns away from Salem and makes his way towards the back without paying her anymore attention. BRIAN MASON: Wait. Holy horse manure. Did he just say he was facing Felicity Banks at Crowned Royalty for the No Limits Championship? JERMAINE MARKS: Damn right he did. No wonder he don’t wanna wrestle in this tournament. RANDY THE PILOT: A real man would’ve finished the match at least. Salem looks up the ramp now, a puzzled look on her face… She points up the ramp, gesturing to the crowd with arms extended and a shrug. Finally she brings a microphone up. SALEM: Well… Alright then. We won't fight. Was looking forward to it, Luke but whatever. Someday then, some other time. I wanted to show everybody here I was ready to bounce back from losing my Bloodlust Title at Destiny. But there are other weeks, other matches. Kinda been looking for somebody else I wanna pummel anyway, you know? A certain someone who would rather handcuff me than try and win a match. But I haven't seen her. I guess she's another chicken that wants to duck and run and hide. Okay then, I'm going to head to the back, hop on my broomstick and get --- All of a sudden, before anyone could blink the arena lights flicker, before cutting out. You can almost hear the confusion among the crowd and Salem in the ring, as the lights snap back on showing the small Nicole Hamilton standing in front of Salem, looking up at her. Her eyes are set on Salem's, the look on her face not happy. She looks irritated and dazed out, before Nicole doesn't waste anytime and kicks her straight in the gut. As Salem leans forward, Nicole looks emotionless at her as she continues her assault, kicking and punching at her left and right. The crowd begins to boo and chant against her, but that doesn't stop her. The heat from the crowd seems to encourage her even more as Salem falls onto her back on the ring floor, allowing Nicole space to stomp her foot on her repeatedly. As Nicole shouts and screams, she steps back pacing back and forth, her eyes growing larger as she runs her hand through her hair. Her "crazy eyes" flicker towards the side, before pulling out a microphone from her back Jean pocket. As she looks at Salem trying to move, she shakes her head as if she says "No" and kicks her midsection hard. Nicole shakes her head some more, before walking over and crouching down, mounting herself on top of Salem, grabbing her jaw tightly with her hand forcing her to look at her. Nicole smirks, for the first time in this entire assault, and smacks the top of her head messing up her hair before speaking. NICOLE: You should have stayed away... YOU COULDN'T JUST STAY AWAY COULD YOU?! Do you realize what you did?! Do you realize where I would have been right now? I WAS THE BLOODLUST CHAMPION! ME! Not you. Not Ashley. Not Leifi. NOBODY BUT ME! You weren't even a goddamn thought! You think people care that you came back? HUH?! DO YOU?! She screams, yanking her hair making her head look up. She smirks before shaking her head. NICOLE: NOBODY CARED! Do you honestly think these people wanted to see you take MY belt away from me? She looks around the audience as they boo, before shouting "yes." Nicole's face turns to a disgusted look, before turning back to Salem. NICOLE: THESE PUPPETS AREN'T LOYAL! She screams before shaking her head. Her face is red, and she looks directly in Salem's eyes before speaking. NICOLE: They didn't want you back... I didn't want you back! Nobody even missed your ass when you were gone! You STOLE from me. You took my baby... And now you're going to pay. You honestly think I'm done with you? If I can't have my baby back... You aren't getting ANYWHERE NEAR HER. I already made sure of that once... And I'll do it again. She looks at her, smirking. As she lets out a smirk and psychotic laugh, she grips her hair harder, moving her head down to meet hers. She presses her forehead against hers, staring into her eyes pressing her head against hers glaring at her. NICOLE: This is only the start, witch. You've created a demon that no silly stupid exorcism is going to get rid of. You've made coming back to this company probably the worst mistake of your life. Nobody steals from me and gets away with it... NOBODY! Nicole shouts before taking her microphone and plunging it straight to the head of Salem. She watches her body fall to the mat, before smirking, crawling off of Salem, and crawling over to the top of her head looking down on her, before running her hands through her hair tilting her head as she softly whispers. NICOLE: Shhh... Sleep easy, witchy witch... You're nightmare will begin soon.. Very very soon.. As the psychotic Nicole continues to pet Salem's head, officials come to the ring trying to pull Nicole away. She grabs a lock of her hair, hanging on as the one official grabs nicole trying to pull her back, but nicole doesn't let go. NICOLE: Put me downnnnn, I have to make sure I'm here when she wakes up! Oh come on... Just lemme stay a little longer! I'll let you guys have a turn kicking her I promise! Nicole tries to bargain with the officials before they grab her hand making her release Salem's hair, before rolling her out of the ring. Nicole stands there looking in, tilting her head and grinning. WINNER via COUNTOUT: SALEM CARTIER (11:12) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 7 2015, 12:15 AM Post #7 |
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![]() “This Means War” hits the speakers as a bright white light hits the rampway, causing the fans to jump to their feet in excitement when Zero McHannon steps out from backstage with a smile on his face. He makes his way down the ramp, walking from side to side and letting the reaching fans touch him as he reaches the bottom, sliding into the ring and popping right back up to his feet. McHannon stands in the ring for a moment and takes in the atmosphere from the crowd, then accepts the microphone being handed his way. Zero’s face turns from the happy going guy that he was to a more serious look as he dive right into what he came out there to talk about. ZERO MCHANNON: Has been a while since I’ve had to come out here and talk some business. Especially something that might not even be all that connected to the Defiance brand, but someone has to do it. First off, what a show Destiny was. It was probably the best show that Hard Knox has ever had, wouldn’t you guys agree? The fans explode, trying to blow the roof off the building as Zero smiles and nods his head in agreement with them. ZERO MCHANNON: I’m not going to dwell on how my match ended either, it is what it is. Romeo Price can have whatever shred of dignity he has in not tapping out and I’ll proudly walk home with my Bloodshed Championship to hang it back on the wall. If it did open my eyes to one thing, it’s how some things are taken for granted. I wanted my hands on Romeo and not so much the championship, but in the middle of the match, I realized how much that title really meant to me and the history connected to it. And speaking about taking things for granted… McHannon pauses, lowers the mic, and paces around the ring some. The crowd is listening on as Zero’s face bunches up and feels uncomfortable about what comes next. ZERO MCHANNON: I was taken granted for when I thought Chris Strike could actually do a job right and referee the number one contender to the Global Championship. I was really trying to look past the history we had together, to give the guy a real chance in this company and let him bloom into the man that he wanted to be. All I wanted from him was to prove that he cared more about seeing this company thrive, rather than carrying only about himself. I gave Strike one last task to prove that…. and he failed. He couldn’t even call a clean match. This needs to be resolved before the upcoming SubVersion, so I’ve been talking with some people in the back about how to handle this whole fucked up situation, and how to approach it from this point forward. Zero looks towards the rampway, fully expecting to see Strike maybe come out or try and interrupt him, but there’s no sign of life as takes a breathe, then continues on with what he was saying. ZERO MCHANNON: So it’s be decided on how to do this… If he thinks he’s getting some kind of title shot after that shit he pulled at Destiny, he’s wrong. Chris Strike won’t be getting any title shot after what he has done. You don’t referee a Global Championship match, set yourself up to win, and think that you’re the next number one contender of anything. So say goodbye to that chance, Strike. Going for that title is for the people who deserve it, not the ones who try and take the easy way out through matches and setting themselves up for success in that way. The wrong way. He’s stripped from that shot, no matter what he was thinking, because if he thought it was going to go that way, he’s more of a moron than I expected. The crowd reaction shifts over to an odd mix of both boos and cheers as a certain face appears in front of the Knoxtron, looking like it’s been through a marathon or a wrestling match of some sort, the faint sound of a helicopter on the background as Chris Strike can be fully seen to Hard Knox and the world at large. CHRIS STRIKE: ...You done making your speech yet? Oh, you aren’t? Well, you’ll get to wait your turn. Since you’ve taken to basically slander me in front of the public on a show that I’m not a part of, let alone on a night where I’m wrestling elsewhere in the country. Real courageous of you there to pick and choose a date to this where I can’t get right up on your face, McHannon. So, excuse me if I drop all niceties and start this off by telling you to eat a sack of baby dicks, you motherfucker. A majority of boos go here in the fact that Zero McHannon is a well-liked and respected figure in HKW lore, although there’s the small hint of a few cheers scattered through the audience, as Chris Strike sneers at the device capturing his visage at the moment in not particularly the best video and audio quality but enough to still be heard clearly across the PA system. CHRIS STRIKE: I had a plan and some allotted time to explain myself at SubVersion next weekend and why I did exactly what I did during that number one contendership match between Volkov, Queen and XPJ. But I guess we’re doing this here, so let’s just cut to the chase. See, I don’t take well to this concept of micromanaged at every turn, Zero. Especially when I’m the only one getting this particular bit of treatment when there are people in this company on both brands you let run loosely without even so much as a second glance. At worst, they’ll just get a nice few tweets from you scorning them on their life choices but me? Let’s just admit it, Zero...you can’t do proper business with me because you’re still just so mad about the fact that in the past, I outshone you in every single way possible and gotten to know you enough to understand one very simple thing about you. There was a pause, as the cameras showed Zero McHannon staring a hole through the Knoxtron as Chris Strike spoke up again. CHRIS STRIKE: You are very good at running the opposite direction the moment that shit hits the fan. You did it during your time in EXODUS Pro. Hell, you even did it to a certain extent when PDW was dying out and chose to cast your lot on your career and to the place we just mentioned rather than the developmental company underneath it. I wouldn’t be surprised if you do the same thing to FGA the moment you lose to fucking Chandler Scott of all people. But along with that, Zero McHannon? You’re also very good at holding fucking grudges. So, the fact that I got targeted from day one after Brandon Banks signed me to be here? It didn’t surprise me. I got asked to play ball, in fact, for the sake of the company. For a while there, I did. I did what was asked of me. I wrestled openers in this company. Oddly enough, I got put in a main event that you had no problem telling me I did not deserve, no matter what the ratings and DVR playbacks for it looked like. You made me wrestle a fucking steel chair and I got minutes out of that inanimate fucking object that lesser wrestlers wouldn’t have been able to muster SECONDS from, Zero. Then you ask me to referee a match between three people fighting for the Global title. Fine...but where else was this all going to go, Zero? Huh? Strike shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen filming his every movement. CHRIS STRIKE: Because you can grandstand all you want there and tell me that I was going to get my chances after Destiny was all said and done, but your track record has proven you’re not really good at keeping your word when it comes to the people you hold even so much as a tiny hint of a grudge against. So I did what I had to do at Destiny, not for a Global title contendership. God no. I did it to make a point, Zero. I did it to stick a gigantic middle finger to you and any of your micromanagement bullshit, even if it means incurring the wrath of three wrestlers and whoever else in that locker room disagrees with me standing up to your bullshit right there and then. Before it escalates even further, before I get fucked over any further… Chris Strike points his right index finger at the screen, the camera shot panning on Zero’s furious expression back over to him. CHRIS STRIKE: So let me ask you, who’s the next target you have on that pretty list of yours? Lady Magdalena and Bobby B. Barabbas, now that they’re signed to SubVersion and now that it’s known that Mags and I are dating? Or maybe it’ll be somebody down the road like a Fiona Rourke, a Johnny Cannon or a Savannah Taylor that you’ll try to hold down because they’re more than happy to call you on your bullshit after witnessing it first hand elsewhere. Or maybe it might be an Adrien Cochrane if ever decides to come out of retirement for one last ride. Hell, I’d bet my own house on the fact you would immediately come down to the ring and damn near kill Heather Halliwell if she announced she wanted anything to do with this comp- ZERO MCHANNON: Too far… and half of the shit coming out of your mouth isn’t even close to true. You can try all you want to make me out to be a bastard, but everyone already knows the type of guy that I am. Only part that is even close is that I turned my back on people when they needed me the most, but if you don’t think I’m here to stay then it’s clear that you have no idea who I am. There was no turning my back on those companies when one closed, and I left the other to concentrate more towards my duties here… along with looking for another place to wrestle. I left, sure I did, because sometimes we need a break. Twist and turn it however you like, makes no difference. McHannon looks towards the camera and points. ZERO MCHANNON: And to those people that Strike just mentioned, you’re welcome here just as much as the next person. Unlike Strike, I know you’re good people. I don’t think asking the man to prove that he cared about Hard Knox was asking for too much. Asking him to start from the bottom and work his way up like every other hard working employee to this business. To take a step off the cloud he thinks he’s in and work his way up the ladder. People like Strike want everything handed to them on a silver platter and I wasn’t about to watch him do the same here, so I tested his mentality. It had nothing to do with “holding him back”, and more to do with finding a way to push forward in the correct manner. I already heard the talk of, “Oh my god, Chris Strike signed to HKW”, and “I can’t wait until he becomes the man we all want to see”. PROVE IT! Just because you’re a big name and you’ve held some world titles doesn’t mean jack shit to me. You start at the same spot as all the others. You bust your ass like all the others. You do as you’re told, and break through like all the others. McHannon shrugs and holds out his other hand. ZERO MCHANNON: And now? We had a perfectly great number one contender match to the Global Championship ruined because of one man, even though he’s going to sit up there and blame it all on me. It’s never his fault. I didn’t make Strike pull the shit he did. I wasn’t there to micromanage his referee ability, I let gave him the full trust I could, just like I was going to do after he proved himself this one last time at Destiny. You might’ve wanted to send a message to me, but you fucked over three other talents in the process, all because you were thinking about yourself and no one else. ZERO MCHANNON: But this is why the Board of Directors is put into place, so that we can handle this shit as it’s thrown at us. It was put in place because people like Risky thought they could do whatever they wanted without properly thinking things through. It was…---- Suddenly, “Return of Simba” by J Cole fills the arena speakers as HKW Co-Owner makes his way out to the stage to a massive pop from the crowd. Banks ignores the crowd and simply stares at Zero down in the ring, holding his arms out to his side as if he were asking the board of director what he was doing. BRIAN MASON: Well this is certainly a surprise! The boss is here! RANDY THE PILOT: This is crazy, bruh. B never shows his face on HKW television, so him coming out here gotta mean that this shit escalated too far. Banks reaches the the ringside steps and walks up them, entering the ring afterward. He talks to Zero for a moment away from the microphone and then flails his arms up to the air in frustration. After a few seconds, Banks motions for his music to be cut before he walks over toward the corner, grabs a microphone from Whisper and turns back to Zero. BRANDON BANKS: What the hell is wrong with you? He stops, taking another few steps toward Zero. BRANDON BANKS: You do remember that you were made a board of director to stop me and Risky from runnin’ wild on these damn shows, right? And now look at ya. You doin’ the same exact shit I was doin’ because you and Strike got a past. And for whatever reason… neither one of you could get over it. Neither one of you are helpin’ yourselves with this bullshit and it’s all makin’ my damn head hurt. The HKW owner sighs as he rubs his head with his free hand and continues. BRANDON BANKS: Tell me this, Zero. What in the fuck is the point of all this? Why in the fuck are you comin’ out here, on DEFIANCE no less, and callin’ out a SubVersion talent? Why are you so fixated on makin’ Strike’s life a living hell here? Why the hell has this been goin’ on for as long as it has?! Banks pauses as if he were waiting for an answer, but interrupts Zero before he could reply. BRANDON BANKS: Nah, I’ma tell you why. Because you two can’t fuckin’ stand one another, and because of the reason, y’all are bringin’ MY product down. You keep talkin’ about all these World titles won elsewhere and all this other shit, when this beef between you two comes from elsewhere. That’s just as irrelevant as the damn titles and accolades anyone else comes here with. This shit? Another sigh from the HKW owner. BRANDON BANKS: It’s gotta end, bruh. You were given a job, and that job was to make sure me and Risky don’t start doin’ whatever the hell we wanted, and now here you are… turnin’ into me and Risky. Turnin’ into a person these fans don’t know. Me? These people know me. They know I enjoy destroyin’ lives and firing people left and right. The Wilkes Barre crowd pops, bringing a smirk to Banks’ face. BRANDON BANKS: See?! They enjoy that because that’s who I am and they know that. You? You ain’t ever been one to destroy other people's lives, nah. You the type of ninja who destroys your own damn life, and that’s exactly what the fuck you doin’ right now, bruh. So, friend to friend… man to man… I’m askin’ you… Please… Banks cringes after saying the word. BRANDON BANKS: Relax with this shit. Let bygones be bygones and let go of all the dumb shit that happened in EXODUS. Let Perello and Sands handle what the hell happens with Strike and the number one contendership to the Global title. More importantly than that… be fuckin’ Zero McHannon again, not this power crazed lunatic that you becomin’. Zero tosses the microphone in his hand and bites down on his jaw. He stands across from Banks and says something that the mic didn’t pick up, but Banks just gives Zero a sideways look as a response. McHannon seems to be thinking on it hard as his face goes a bit blank, not sure of what he has been doing. ZERO MCHANNON: I didn’t even know I was taking things overboard, but if you think I am, then there’s a reason for that. If you really think I’m letting my emotions cloud my judgement, I’ll take a step back, because that’s the last thing I want. I didn’t come back to obligations in Hard Knox for this, you’re right. So… consider it done. Zero and Banks step towards each other and dap each other up. McHannon holds up a #1 in the air to signal the connection that they had as the crowd begins to cheer some. There’s some words exchanged between Banks and McHannon in the middle of the ring, but nothing can heard, but a smile crosses Zero’s face all the same. The words “I’m sorry” can be seen coming from Zero as the two take their time as friends in the middle of the canvas. RANDY THE PILOT: That was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was gonna be. BRIAN MASON: Brandon and Zero are good friends, Randy. I don’t know why you thought things would get bad. The duo take their time playing to the crowd and Zero finally looks to exit the ring. He takes a step forward, but Banks spins him around…. JERMAINE MARKS: WHAT THE HELL!? RANDY THE PILOT: BANK SHOT!!! Banks blasts Zero and nearly decapitates him with a huge Bank Shot superkick! Zero lifeless body falls right down to the mat as Banks watches him fall, a blank expression on his face. Banks smirks almost maniacally at first, but then goes back stone faced, almost looking bothered by what he had just done. A lot of the crowd begins to boo Banks, but some still cheer the HKW owner as he stumbles back a bit, and leans his back against the ropes, still staring at Zero’s lifeless body. . BRIAN MASON: What the HELL IS GOING ON?! RANDY THE PILOT: I told you! I told both of you! Banks don’t come out here unless he’s handing out a Bank Shot! Banks remains still for a moment, a blank look still on his face until he takes a step forward and cracks a half smirk. The HKW owner looks around at the crowd, mouthing the words “oh shut the fuck up” towards them before he bends over and grabs the microphone that he had dropped earlier. With the microphone now in his hand, Banks sits down next to Zero’s lifeless body Indian style, and taps him on the shoulder as if he were trying to get his attention. BRANDON BANKS: You dumb mothafucka. You forgot the entire meaning of No1… Banks slaps Zero in his face with his free hand, and then leans closer toward him, staring at his closed eyes. BRANDON BANKS: Trust NO ONE… Banks laughs. BRANDON BANKS: Not even me… Banks drops the microphone on Zero’s body and stands up to his feet, wiping his feet off the mat before he exits the ring. The fans in the front row were seen booing the hell out of Banks, to which Banks reacts with a flip of the bird, followed by a loogie spit into the crowd near the entrance ramp. Banks never turns around to look at Zero, steadily stepping up the ramp until he gets backstage. BRIAN MASON: I can’t believe what I just saw… RANDY THE PILOT: You don’t know who Brandon Banks is then, Mase. Nothing that dude does should surprise anyone. Zero begins to stir, clutching at his jaw as he leans up to look at Banks leaving, clearly lost for words. He doesn’t stand up, but stays on the mat with a blank stare towards the rampway, clearly trying to piece together but it was no hope as he just slightly drops his head with a look of pain in his face as the camera fades away to black. ![]() Backstage, HOD member Rhys Baines is seen leaning up against a wall, staring at his phone. After chuckling for a few seconds, he slips the phone in his pocket before he looks up. His eyes suddenly widen as a loud scream is heard before a young man comes in, swinging a baseball bat. Baines ducks and the young man drives the bat into the wall, breaking it. The young man then turns around and is met with a boot to the gut before he is pinned to the wall, the HOD member's arm pinned to his throat. RHYS BAINES: What in the hell do you think you're doing, Jensen?! Jensen Banks doesn't respond as he looks absolutely furious. RHYS BAINES: ANSWER ME, BOY! Scowling, Jensen responds. JENSEN BANKS: I want to know who you are and why you are pretending to be my best friend! Baines sighs before he releases Banks and takes a step back. RHYS BAINES: You're right. This isn't the Rhys Baines you once knew. But it is the man who was once your best friend. Jensen looks ready to fire off with another response, but stops before he can. He stares at Rhys for a few seconds, then shakes his head in disbelief. JENSEN BANKS: It's actually you... RHYS BAINES: New and improved, actually. Now, I suggest you run along and forget that I was ever your best friend. Banks looks confused. JENSEN BANKS: What the hell are you talking about? We're family. I'm your son's godfather. I've been taking care of your kid for months now. Did you even hear about...her? Baines nods. RHYS BAINES: I did....and I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, my family members are Eva Castro, Sho Kojima, Beer Beer Ayano, and Jimmy Page; The House of Dyspathy. And as far as I'm concerned, you are nothing more than a stranger to me, boy. Jensen's jaw clenches as he stares at Rhys...before he swings with his right hand and rocks Baines with a punch. Rhys stumbles back a bit, but then rubs at his jaw with a smile while Jensen stands there, seething. JENSEN BANKS: You don't want to be friends anymore? You wanna act like we're complete strangers? So be it. Banks then slowly takes his leave, but not after a few final words. JENSEN BANKS: You used to want to get rid of the “filth”. Now you are the “filth”. The young man then walks off, dropping the remainder of his broken bat. The Welshman begins chuckling as he still rubs at his jaw. RHYS BAINES: He sure can pack a punch. The HOD member then heads towards the other direction, still rubbing where Jensen punched him. ![]() The scene cuts back to the camera where the ever so lovely Whisper Viperi is seen standing in the center of the red apron ring once again with the microphone in hand ready to go to work. A familiar song began to blare through the Mohegan Sun Arena! See me in the club... Wavin' Strobe Lights! WHISPER VIPERI: This next singles match is YOUR co-main event of the evening scheduled for one fall! VROOOOM... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! As the fans erupt into a chorus of boos a beautiful yellow colored Hummer is seen driving into the arena on the side of the entrance ramp. A muscular man wearing a wig exits the driver's seat then walks to the back - opening the door to allow Fran to get out of her Hummer. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first currently residing in Boca Raton, Florida....She is The Fleexican!.....FRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-CESSSSSSS-CAAAAA!!!! The crowd rained hatred down on the pronunciation of Fran’s name alone! Fran noticeably was still limping. The muscular man assisted the former No Limits Champion down the ramp and eventually up the stairs. Wig Man lifted the rope so Fran could get into the ring easier. RANDY THE PILOT: Fran is still limpin’ guys! BRIAN MASON: That’s what HAPPENS WHEN you mess with MY QUEEEEENIEEE! QUEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNIIIIEEEE!!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: Shut yo ass UP, Mase. Damn. As Fran carefully positioned herself comfortably against the ropes 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 raising her newly regained Bloodlust Championship high in the air! RANDY THE PILOT: Here comes Ashley, full of energy after getting back that Bloodlust Championship y’all! She accomplished a great feat! History in HKW by becoming the FIRST woman to hold that title twice bruh! JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga she acted like a bitter old woman when she ain’t have it. WHISPER VIPERI: And the next participant! On her way to ring, from Red Bank, New Jersey currently residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... ASHHHHHHH-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY SULLIVAN!!! Feeling the energy of the arena, she runs down the ramp towards the ring. Reaching ringside, Ashley leaps up to the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside and she sits on the top turnbuckle before jumping down into the ring. ![]() DING! DING!! DING!!! Fran began to limp towards the middle of the ring to meet the Bloodlust Champion halfway. Ashley went in for the collar and elbow tie up but before it could sink in well enough Fran broke away from the tie up and backpedaled to the ropes. Ashley chased Fran but couldn’t do anything! BRIAN MASON: UGH! I CAN’T STAND FRAN! MOVE REF! MOVE! RIP HER HEAD OFF ASHLEY! Alas, Ash couldn’t make her move. Fran yelled “BACK UP YAWL! RULEBOOK OUT ON THESE SKREETZ!” Fran came out from under the rope. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh she went to WAR with the new No Limits Champ Fel, of course she don't want confrontation. Ashley went in for the kill again but Fran ducked under the rope one more time! Causing Ashley to have to back up one more time! The Bloodlust Champ stomped on the canvas one hard time out of anger yelling “come on! In Fran’s direction. BRIAN MASON: Ash is getting fed up! Rightfully darn so! Fran came back from under the ropes one last time. This time the Bloodlust Champion didn't wait for the beat up former champion to duck back under the ropes. Sullivan kicked Fran right in the mid-section Ashley pulled Fran towards the center of the ring! The audience began to explode with cheers that Sullivan finally got her paws on The Fleexican! RANDY THE PILOT: Y’all she got her! The Bloodlust Champion ran the ropes - bouncing her back off then planting Fran down with a hard running Bulldog! She then went for the quick cover hooking one of The Fleexican’s legs! ONE! TWO-NO! Fran managed to get the shoulder up but she was visibly still in a ton of pain. Ashley got to her feet! Fran managed to reach up and pull Sullivan into a Schoolboy pin! The referee got into position (where he couldn't see much)! So Fran GRABBED THE TIGHTS which drew more ire from the crowd!! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Fran almost got this bitch right there. BRIAN MASON: But NOT!!! Cheating didn't work! Ashley managed to kick out despite the circumstances!! The crowd began to cheer because of it. Ash got back to her feet - shortly after the worn out JESAS got back to her own vertical base! Fran took a swing at Ashley! Sullivan ducked then nailed Fran with a Russian Leg Sweep! Ashley picked Fran up by her hair then delivered an Irish Whip - or at least attempted! Fran turned it around then launched Ashley into the ropes! But Sullivan flipped forward - colliding with the ropes then flipped backwards nailing Fran with Just A Dream! RANDY THE PILOT: Solid Handspring Elbow bruh! Ash athletic as hell I’m telling y’all. The Bloodlust Champion draped her arm over the chest of Fran! The referee slapped the canvas.. ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Fran kicked out of the pin at the very last minute! BRIAN MASON: AHH NO! Ash kept up the offense. She got Fran back to her feet and went for a clothesline! Fran ducked it then stopped right in front of the referee! Ashley then went for the Dropkick and nailed the referee! RANDY THE PILOT: Ref down! Oh shit Fran leaving the ring. Fran exited the ring then came back in with a STEEL CHAIR IN HAND! The crowd began booing. Ashley noticed and stood her ground. The referee then began to get up. RANDY THE PILOT: BRUH SHE BOUTTA HIT ASH! Once the referee got back to his feet Fran tossed the chair over to Sullivan!!!!!!!! Ashley caught it. By the time Ashley looked down and realized what happened the referee saw Fran laid out on the canvas. JERMAINE MARKS: NIGGA!! Ashley shook her head as the referee called for the bell. Giving Fran the Disqualification win. Unaware of what happened! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner as a result of a DISQUALIFICATION and advancing to the Quarter-Finals of the Crowned Royalty Tournament…..FRAN-CES-CA!!!!!! The referee bent down and raised the arm of the downed Fran. Ashley looked down confused attempting to explain that Fran was being a fraud. It didn’t matter because the referee was certain that what he thought he had seen HAPPENED. “Strobe Lights” resumed and the crowd sunk back into a terrible mood because Fran was advancing in the tournament against their wishes. BRIAN MASON: NOOOOO! WHAT THE FLYING RAINDEER!!!! BRIAN MASON: Tol’ y’all niggas Fran ring IQ up there. Fran laid down as if she really had been wrecked by the steel chair. Medical staff and the referee gathering to check on her. WINNER & ADVANCING TO THE QUARTERFINALS: FRANCESCA (5:20) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Dec 7 2015, 12:19 AM Post #8 |
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![]() Cameras cut backstage where Felicity Banks is shown putting on her “It’s all about me” light-up jacket, grabbing her No Limits Championship off the chair it was resting on and slinging it around her shoulder. She looks around her locker room to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything, and then exits through the door to see Eli Zayn standing right outside of it with a microphone in his hand. ELI ZAYN: Well hello there Three Crowns. Felicity smirks after hearing Eli’s words and nods her head. FELICITY BANKS: Three crowns? Hm… I actually like that. Who knew you had some creativity in that block-shaped head of yours, Eli. I sure as hell didn’t. Eli giggles awkwardly and pats himself on the back. ELI ZAYN: I do what I can! Hehehe heh hehehe. Eli continues to giggle, causing Felicity to stare at him awkwardly before she tries to walk away from him. She gets a few feet down the hallway, but Eli wasn’t going away that easily. ELI ZAYN: Have you heard the news, champ? Felicity stops her step and turns her head over her shoulder to look back at Eli. FELICITY BANKS: News? What news? Eli rushes up to Felicity’s side and leans his back against the hallway wall. ELI ZAYN: It was announced earlier tonight that you’re going to be facing Luke Wisia at Crowned Royalty for that No Limits Championship. Felicity glances at the No Limits Championship wrapped her shoulder and smirks once she looks back over at Eli. FELICITY BANKS: Good. I’m glad. I shut up one overinflated ego in Fran, and now it’s Luke’s turn. Couldn’t be any happier if we’re being honest because he’s beginning to piss me off. He’s single handedly making the Banks family name look like complete shit and I just won’t stand for it. It’s went on for too long now, so at Crowned Royalty? He’s either going to be humbled or I’m taking him out of this company completely. Simple as that. The No Limits Champion tries to walk away once again, but Eli stops in front of her with a confused gleam in his eyes. ELI ZAYN: Wait, take him out of the company completely? What do you mean by that exactly? FELICITY BANKS: What the hell do you think, Eli? I mean exactly what it sounds like. I’m going to take him out of commision and it’d be for his own good. I can’t stomach what he’s turned into. He’s not himself anymore like… at all. And sometimes, the hardest thing to do is the right thing to do… and me taking his ass out is the right thing to do right now. He needs to pay for mistakes, not be coddled by people who are using his name to get themselves noticed. People who he barely even knows somehow outrank the people who have stuck by his side since day one, and that’s just laughable in itself. It shows you the frame of mind he’s in. He’s not thinking straight at all. These people? They come and go. But me? Family? We’re there forever. But fuck Felicity Banks though, right, Eli? Felicity pauses momentarily, growing increasingly frustrated as she continues to speak. FELICITY BANKS: It’s my job to pull the real Luke Wisia out from the pathetic piece of shit that he’s turned into, and that’s what I’m going to do at Crowned Royalty. Don’t care how many knees to the head it’s going to take to make him start thinking normal again. Really don’t care if his “friends” have a problem with that because I’ll take their asses out too and it wouldn’t even be hard. But if they were smart, they’d know not to get themselves involved in family business because that’s what this is. If they were smart, they’d get as far away from Luke as possible until he’s back to normal because he’s only gonna drag them down with him. She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and pulls the No Limits Championship down from her shoulder to her hand. FELICITY BANKS: And at Crowned Royalty? Luke’s gonna get smacked in the fa--- She stops, glancing down at her legs with a smirk. FELICITY BANKS: Luke’s gonna get kneed in the face with another dose of reality, and hopefully… HOPEFULLY... this one wakes him up. LUKE WISIA: Overinflated ego, huh? Yea, cause the great almighty Felicity Banks has NEVER HAD ONE OF THOSE! The Banks cousin steps into the scene of the camera, with a Miller Lite beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. He takes a puff from the cig and blows the smoke into Felicity’s facial direction. Wisia is still clearly blasted like he was earlier in the night. LUKE WISIA: I’m bringin’ down the family name, right? Last time I checked both Banks won at Destiny, that’s hardly bringin’ down shit. You should be proud of what we’ve accomplished, Fel, but it ain’t ever good enough for you. You ain’t gotta stomach shit but your own actions, so quit actin’ like you’re tryna do me a favor. Do me a solid by stayin’ the fuck outta my way until we have our match at Crowned Royalty. I ain’t become the number one contender to “your belt” by draggin’ down the family name… in fact, I think I’ve raised the stock some. Especially since you were on a flop of your own after losin’ the HKW World Championship. All that hard work to try and beat Onyx… but where is she now? Neither of you got it. While she was defendin’ the top tier title for HKW at Destiny, you were… left. out. Great match against Fran, I ain’t gonna take that away from you. But let’s face the facts that a five star match is a five star match all the same. One that I had as well. Wisia laughs to himself some, turning to Eli and holding out his cigarette hand. LUKE WISIA: Can you believe this shit, Eli? After all I done and Fel Fel here thinks she’s gonna be the one to put me in my place. ELI ZAYN: I, um…--- LUKE WISIA: Shut the fuck up, Eli. Hold that microphone like the good little puppy you are. YOU’RE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE QUEENNNNNAAAH! And I guess that makes me the peasant. The gutter scum of the family. Call me whatever you like… but it’s number one contender gutter scum to the No Limits Championship. After beatin’ the shit outta the longest reignin’ No Limits Champ, surely the queen who has only had that belt for two weeks now shouldn’t be THAT tough. I mean, we all remember what happened last time we faced off against each other, don’t we. He looks back towards Eli Zayn. LUKE WISIA: Don’t we… Wisia then turns his head towards Felicity. LUKE WISIA: Yes we do. Humble me, Fel. I challenge you to try. You might wanna keep in mind that it’s Brandon who opened my eyes to what I should be doin’, not you. The veteran of the family. Not the QUEEEEEENNNNIEEEEE with her whole career still ahead of her. I said it earlier tonight and now I’ll say it to your damn face. I. Don’t. Need. You. I can cut ties with you right now and walk away perfectly happy. As far as I’m concerned, you ain’t even my fam right now, so you can throw all that Banks Family Bullshit right in the trash on the way out. Family is there for each other no matter the cost, no matter the situation, no matter how fucked up it might be. You weren’t there for me. So continue on with your lecture about how you’re gonna put me in my place and show me the light to who I was, and I’ll tell you the same thing that I’m tellin’ you right now. Wisia’s smile fades as he stares right at Felicity with a personal look on his face that said this emotion might mean more to him than just a title shot. LUKE WISIA: Fuck you. I never needed you. All you did was hold me back from bein’ the star that I really am. Everyone always wanna talk about “Felicity this” and “Felicity that”. It’s about time they recognize that you might not be the best Banks in the ring afterall… Felicity stares at Luke blank-faced and randomly starts cracking up. Eli looks confused by the female Banks’ actions while Luke takes a sip of his beer and Felicity continues laughing. FELICITY BANKS: Boy oh boy that was funny. I might not be the best Banks in the ring? That maybe true, but I’m also not the Banks who struts into a developmental company and LOSES to someone who’s supposedly not in my league. Neh, actually I’m the Banks who walks into companies just as big as HKW, I win their top title, and I reign supreme for as long as I want. The cheap shot causes Luke to crush his beer can a little bit, but Felicity almost immediately slaps it out of Luke’s hand, spilling it all over Eli Zayn’s suit. FELICITY BANKS: You see what I mean? You would’ve never said any of this shit to me a couple of months ago. As a matter of fact, you went into rage mode the very day you came back to this company and you took VIP out. And why did you do that? Because he was annoying me. Because he wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. It was YOU who came to the rescue even though I never asked for it. That’s who the fuck you are. This? She points at Luke from head to toe. FELICITY BANKS: This isn’t Luke Wisia. This is just a sorry, pathetic excuse for a human being who finally broke down after having a long list of fuck ups trailing behind him. A pathetic excuse for a human being who has finally succumb to his demons instead of successfully fighting them off and showing the world that he’s better than the picture that they painted of him. It’s depressing to me, Brandon, Jayden, Jensen, Aria, my mom, EVERY FUCKING ONE TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS! Taking a moment to regain her composure, Felicity inhales and exhales to calm her nerves and then continues. FELICITY BANKS: … and you either don’t care, or you’re just too stupid to see it. No worries, though. Come Crowned Royalty, I’m gonna do whatever I have to do to knock some sense into you. One way or another, I’m going to open your bloodshot eyes and you’re gonna thank me for it. Maybe not at Crowned Royalty. Hell, it might not even be next fucking year… but one day, you’re gonna thank me for it. Felicity glances over at Eli and sees the beer stain soaking into his suit. FELICITY BANKS: I’ll buy you a new suit, Eli. She then turns back towards Luke and doesn’t even look at him, clearly disgusted by the very sight of him. FELICITY BANKS: Move out of my way. I have a main event to win. Not bothering to wait for Luke to step to the side, Felicity brushes passed him and makes her way toward the gorilla position, leaving Luke behind with Eli. Zayn feels to be in a weird position as he turns towards Wisia, who is starting right at him. LUKE WISIA: Don’t get beat up. Zayn gives Wisia a nod as he tries to exit stage left, with Luke staring at him while he leaves, then he bends over to pick up the beer that was slapped out of his hand, holding it up and trying to get any drops out of it that he could. ![]() The room is dark, but this type of dark was thick, and heavy. A person could go insane staying in a place like this for too long. Suddenly a hand comes from the dark, and then a faint click was heard. A lone light bulb swung in the middle of this abysmal venue. Page sighs quietly, and takes a seat in a steel chair. One half of the Tag Team Championship hung in his grasp, dragging across the floor. JIMMY PAGE: There’s just some things you aren’t prepared for. And I can say, without a shadow of a doubt...Lance Winters and Xavier... Asher...Daniels…were not prepared for what happened to them at Destiny. Pretty funny when you think about it huh…? Page scratches the back of his neck lightly and looks around the darkness that wasn’t illuminated by the dim light bulb. He keeps looking forward, talking through the darkness. JIMMY PAGE: ….. Page keeps looking behind him in the dark, then looks forward with a tired, cold, stare. JIMMY PAGE: The belts are the next step to everything. Bit...by bit...we’re going to continue to poison HKW as a whole. The body count is going to be high, and they’ll rot, and we’ll continue this purge together. Most people will wanna know why we did it. Most people will beg us to stop, but we won’t. It’s not going to END. And I couldn’t have picked a better group of hungry psychopaths to do it. Suddenly the red haired member of HOD was seen walking into view. Holding her head. Clutching her half of the World Tag Team Championship around her forearm. She stood above the seated Jimmy. JIMMY PAGE: Speaking of psychopath…. Jimmy said with a smirk on his face. BEER BEER AYANO: So yesuh...My head is um...Mashing... The Ayano clan member said adjusting her Tag Team Championship on her small shoulder, nodding her head slightly towards Jimmy in true Japanese fashion before turning to face the camera. BEER BEER AYANO: It is a good thought to let you in my head. I do not FEERU (feel) any ill will just because. Ev-euury-ting we do in HOD has meaning. When I scarp (scalp) you with Cheese Gllluater (Grater), the scaRRRping has ahh MEANING. Beer added - lifting the infamous Cheese Grater up. Her accent evident by the way she attempted to string together spoken English. It was a different game than just writing it. Beer still couldn't pronounce the R’s and the L’s correctly. Often having R’s that sound like L’s and vise versa. Normal for most Japanese. BEER BEER AYANO: H-Oh-Dee is a diverse group that contains talented people who ahh (are) tired of-uh being HERRD DOWN (held down), and people who simprry (simply) want to take your head off!!!! BEER BEER. I'm one who is sick of being ignoahhed (ignored) by friends and famrry. My purpose is to have my voice to be heard through this group for once! To be accepted for what I am.. She said as she turned to her left. The World Tag Team Champion’s face lit up. She jumped up and down twice waving in the direction she was looking. BEER BEER AYANO: BEER BEER! Come come Kojima-san. Sho Kojima indeed walked into the picture as Beer examined him. Kojima had an air of confidence in him, more so than he ever had in his entire career. He knew that post-Destiny HIS destiny was no longer in the hands of ANY promoter who failed to see what he can bring to the table. Only in his own. Sho knew that it was only a matter of time. He would impose his will. BEER BEER AYANO: He came heah (here) to H-Kay uh. He had uh more fame than Takamura-san. Yet Kojima-san’s career stalled in H-Kay (HKW). Why? Why was Kojima-san used at the bottom of GFP card like me in favor of people who didn’t offer as much? Why were we negurrected (neglected). Unapp-eciated. WHY?!!??!!?!! BAM! Beer starts to beat the grey painted wall (that wasn't quite visible in the dark room) behind her with her fist repeatedly out of anger once she continued struggling to get her message across to the English speaking fans until her front two knuckles began to leak blood. Kojima placed his hand on Beer’s shoulder. Easing her jumpy nerves. SHO KOJIMA: Stop. We are not worrying about that anymore. What is done cannot be undone. It is time to look ahead to dominant times. In my case, towards Brad Kane. He turned his head towards the camera. SHO KOJIMA: Many must be wondering why I attacked Kane in his match against Rhys. Of all people… why Brad Kane? Sho cracked a smirk. SHO KOJIMA: It is very simple. Comments like “Group attacks people in match to make a statement. Another night in the career of Brad Kane.” Sho turned to look at Beer and then back toward the camera. SHO KOJIMA: We are not just another group looking to takeover the company, Kane. Actually, we do not care about takeover. All we want is revenge. Revenge for people pushing us to the side. Revenge for all the wrong that has been done to us. And Kane? He has done us wrong by not reacting. By not showing us the respect we deserve! Taking a moment to take in a breath, Sho looked around the room before he continued. SHO KOJIMA: And it quite comical that the disrespect came from a man who prides himself on respect. A man who claims that the new generation of wrestling lack respect, and yet… He showed us, the House of Dyspathy, none whatsoever. But not to worry… Once I am finished with him and I put an end to his crusade against hardcore wrestling… I will -- He paused and took another look around the room. Towards the seated Jimmy Page. At Beer. SHO KOJIMA: WE will have his respect. Rhys Baines then slowly enters the shot, still dressed in his ring gear. RHYS BAINES: Brad Kane, Joey Miles, Lance Winters, and Xavier Asher Daniels. Each one of them has felt our wrath. And soon enough, so will all of HKW. If you look for any piece of advice, here is one. Baines smirks. RHYS BAINES: RUN. LIKE. HELL. Baines begins to chuckle as the scene slowly fades out. The jingle of bells fill the Mohegan Sun Arena as the knoxtron shows the shadow of a sleigh with an old fat man approaching VOICEOVER: It’s the most wonderful time of the year and Santa will be busy. Light starts to shine in on the stereotypical santa sleigh but not upon Santa himself. VOICEOVER: And although HKW is far from the nice list it will receive a few great gifts. One...masterful gift. The Santa scene cuts to numerous bodies being thrown in the ring from left to right. Bodies of past competitors being casted aside by pure power. The person causing the mayhem is never seen only the pile of thrown bodies. The shaded highlight cuts to only brown eyes with a white bread covering the rest of Santa’s face VOICEOVER: Santa is coming to town HKW. Prepare for the gift. The best gift...ever. The bells fade as the view of Santa and his sleigh fade along with it. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall! "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the "Queen of Pro Wrestling" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and the No Limits championship strapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "It’s all about me” writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks, acknowledging their bows to her with bows of her own towards them. She unstraps the No Limits championship from her waist, walks up the steps and onto the apron WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey. She is the the current HKW No Limits Champion… THE SULLEN ANGEL.... THE QUEEN.... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! Felicity steps toward the middle of the apron and moves her arms to her sides, smirking at the thousands in attendance bowing to her as if she were a legend. Once in the ring, Felicity spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope, holding up the HKW No Limits Championship. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Once seated, Felicity reaches down to her wrist and grabs an armband with the letters "ML" on it, pulls it up to her bicep and sets the No Limits title on her lap while she waits for Jack Warren. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… "I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Indianapolis, Indiana; weighing in at 203 pounds. He is the HKW World Champion… JACK WARREN! Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, and enters the ring before heading off towards his corner and getting ready for his match. ![]() DING! DING!! DING!!! Once the opening bell sounds, Felicity charges toward Jack Warren but Warren jumps out of the ring and gets away from her before she can attack. Warren points at his head as the crowd rains down boos on the HKW World Champion, not realizing that Felicity was climbing up to the top rope for an attack. Warren turns around and looks at the ring, points his finger and starts laughing until he notices that Felicity wasn’t even in the ring. He looks around, then looks up at the corner and sees Felicity spinning herself around, and diving off with a suicide moonsault right onto Warren! The crowd goes crazy as Warren goes down and Felicity wraps her arm around Warren’s head, unleashing with right hand after right hand. She pushes herself up and gets the crowd even rowdier than they already were before glaring over at the timekeepers table and noticing both the HKW World and HKW No Limits Championship. She steps toward the table and picks up both the World and No Limits title, pulling the World title closer to her face. RANDY THE PILOT: She might be the No Limits champion, but you could tell the goal stays the same for Fel. She wants to be the World Champion again. JERMAINE MARKS: She best turn her attention back to Warren then. If she win here tonight she can get right back into contention. Before Felicity could do anything, Jack Warren comes out of nowhere and rips the World title away from Felicity. He yells out “MINE!’ in her face, causing Felicity to drop the No Limits Championship and lunge at Warren. Warren swings the World title toward Felicity’s face, but she ducks underneath it, kicks him in the back of the knee, and then smashes his face off the announce table! Warren drops the World title and Felicity rolls Warren into the ring. She hops onto the ring apron and patiently waits for Warren to get up. Once Warren’s up, Felicity springs up onto the ropes and goes for the “QueeKNEE” diving knee attack, but Warren catches her in mid air and slams her down to the canvas with a hellacious spinebuster! Warren immediately hooks the leg and makes the cover, yelling at the referee to hurry up and make the count… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The No Limits Champion kicks out at two, but Warren keeps on the attack. He presses his down on Felicity’s throat, choking the life out of her until the referee counts up to four and Warren’s forced to release the choke. Warren grabs Felicity by the hair and pulls her up to her feet, irish whipping her chest into the nearest corner. Warren yells out “WHO’S THE MAN!?” as the Wilkes Barre audience showers him with jeers. Warren charges toward the corner, but Felicity gets her boot up and stops Warren dead in his tracks! Warren stumbles back a bit, allowing Felicity to hop onto the middle turnbuckle, wait for Warren to turn around, and then hit him a knee attack right to the side of the head! Warren goes down and Felicity goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Felicity double checks the count with the referee before she grabs a hold of Warren’s head and pulls him up to a vertical base. She pushes Warren back against the ropes and drives her into his midsection then goes for the “Space Jam” DDT, but Warren pushes her away, kicks her in the midsection, and executes a big double underhook suplex! RANDY THE PILOT: And just like that… momentum swings back in the favor of Jack Warren. JERMAINE MARKS: World Champion, Jack Warren. Don’t forget that bit, Randy. BRIAN MASON: Ugh. That’s going to take some getting used to. Warren takes a moment to catch his breath before he starts stomping down at every one of Felicity’s limbs. Warren rolls Felicity to her side, and soccer kicks her right in the injured shoulder, causing the No Limits champion to grimace in pain as she tries to roll out of the ring. Warren stops her by jumping over her downed body, and this time, he stomps down on the shoulder and locks in a cross armbar! The World Champion wrenches back on the arm, but Felicity instinctively contorts her body in a way that relieves the pressure almost immediately. Warren notices this and immediately lets go of the hold. He gets up to his knees and Felicity goes for the kill… BRIAN MASON: OFF WITH YOUR HE-- No! Warren ducks it, causing Felicity to fly over his head! Both competitors scramble to their feet and dash toward one another, but it’s Warren who strikes first with a monstrous lariat that turns Felicity inside out! Warren goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Warren looks at the referee with a disgruntled look, shouting out “Count faster for the MAN.” The referee backs away as Warren grabs Felicity by her injured arm, and immediately drops an elbow on it. The No Limits Champion grimaces in pain as Warren goes for another arm submission, but Felicity pulls her arm away, kips up, and executes a crisp kip up hurricanrana! Warren scrambles up to his feet and dashes toward Felicity, but Felicity jumps up in the air and blasts Warren with a knee right to the face! The knee causes Warren to fall back against the ropes, allowing Felicity to pick up a full head of steam and connect with a running front dropkick to Warren’s chest, sending him out of the ring! RANDY THE PILOT: Felicity just got back into this match! She needs to take advantage of Warren while she got him on the ropes. JERMAINE MARKS: He not on the ropes no more though. She knocked em out the ring. BRIAN MASON: It’s an expression, Jermaine… JERMAINE MARKS: Express my ass lil nigga. Felicity sees Warren getting back up to his feet and bounces off the ropes. She comes running back and dives in between the bottom two for a low rope suicide dive, driving herself right into Warren! Warren falls back toward the protective barricade, allowing Felicity to get up to her feet and unleash with a fury of kicks right to Warren’s midsection! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The crowd continues to count along with the kicks. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! After the ten kicks to Warren’s chest, the HKW World Champion falls down to the ground on his knees, then face first to the protective mat. Felicity shakes her arm to try and regain feeling in it when suddenly… BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! What’s he doing out here?! The Wilkes Barre audience boo heavily as Luke Wisia comes strutting down the entrance ramp with a beer in his hand. The boos coming from the audience cause Felicity to look around and she sees Luke moseying down the ramp, waving to her in a sarcastic fashion. Felicity squints her eyes and just ignores Luke as she grabs Warren by his head and rolls him into the ring. Felicity glances back over at Luke and yells out “What the hell are you doing out here?!” to which Luke replies with “I just wanted a front row to seat to see my lovable cousin show me how it’s done!” RANDY THE PILOT: This won’t be good. JERMAINE MARKS: Nah, slime. It’ll be fine. Fel just need to keep her focus on the champ and not get distracted. BRIAN MASON: Easy to say, but hard to do when the person you’re defending your title against is standing there. Fel simply shakes her head at Luke and jumps back onto the apron. She stomps her feet off the apron, calling for the “QueeKNEE” one more time as she waits for Warren to get up to his feet. Once he does, Felicity spring up onto the ropes, dives toward Warren, and blasts him with the knee to the skull! Warren drops like a sack of potatoes as Felicity crawls toward her opponent, hooks the leg, and makes the cover while keeping her eyes on Wisia… ONE! TWO!! THRRR-NO! The crowd gasps as Warren kicks out at the very last possible moment. Felicity slaps her hands off the mat in frustration and pushes herself up to her feet, looking over at Luke outside the ring. Luke simply shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip from his beer as Felicity backs toward a corner and stomps her foot off the ground for a Bank Shot! BRIAN MASON: THE QUEEN IS ENDING IT RIGHT HERE GUYS! She stomps her foot off the ground once more as Warren begins to stir. Felicity looks ready to take Warren out with the superkick, but Luke yells out ‘“FEL!!!!!!!!” at the top of his lungs and gets her attention. Felicity yells back for him to leave, but Warren comes of nowhere and hits a running body avalanche into the corner! He immediately flings her out of to the apron, pull her over the ropes, and hits a picture perfect rope hung DDT! Warren pulls the No Limits Champion away from the ropes and hooks the leg for the cover… ONE! TWO!! THRRRRRR-NO! Felicity gets her shoulder up before the referee’s hand comes down for the three, surprising Warren and even Wisia. Warren motions that it’s over and pulls the No Limits Champion up to her feet, gripping her up in a headlock. Warren goes for the nail in the coffin, but Felicity pushes Warren away and connects with a Bank Shot to Warren’s head! Warren drops like a sack of potatoes, but Felicity falls down as well. The No Limits champion begins pulling her kneepad down, signaling for her patent “Off with your head!” BRIAN MASON: She’s about to do it! She’s about to put Jack Warren away! Fel moves toward the ropes and waits for Warren to get to his knees. Once he starts to stir, Warren pulls the referee over towards himself to get his attention while Luke holds onto Felicity’s leg! Felicity yells out “What are you doing?!” before she stomps on Luke’s hand with her other foot, causing him to let go! She yells some obscenities toward her cousin, but Warren sneaks up behind her, wraps his arm around her head, and delivers the “Nail in the coffin” headlock driver! Warren pulls Felicity away from the ropes and makes the cover… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner… JACK! WAAAAAAARREN! “I Want it All” fills the arena speakers as Warren immediately rolls out of the ring, rips his title away from Whisper’s hands, and leaps over the protective barricade into the crowd. He shouts “”WHO’S THE MAN?!” as he makes his way through the crowd, shoving some fans out of the way as he makes his escape. BRIAN MASON: WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT WAS THAT?! UNBELIEVABLE! UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE! Felicity was about to put Jack away with off with your head goddamnit! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. This beef between Fel and Luke gettin’ serious. I’m actually surprised as hell. Back at ringside, Wisia takes a swig of his beer and simply shrugs his shoulders as he makes his way up the entrance ramp, shaking off the pain from the hand that was stomped on. Felicity starts coming to and looks up at Luke with a disgusted look on her face, mouthing the words “I’m going to hurt you” in Luke’s direction. The crowd boos Wisia and Warren both as Felicity makes it up to her feet, leans against the ropes, and watches Luke as he back steps up the entrance ramp. The show ends focusing on Felicity’s patent ‘evil bitch face.’ WINNER: Jack Warren via pinfall (13:16) |
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