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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 08:41 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Venue: Wells Fargo Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLI poster! ![]() |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 09:05 AM Post #2 |
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![]() As the opening video package for Defiance finished the cameras cut to the center of the ring where the Crowned Royalty Crown both sat on a table in the center of the ring. The ring’s custom canvas was modified with a “corona” logo. Two lines began trailing down the Wells Fargo Center ramp. On the left side there was a line of five grown women dressed to dance. On the right side five men were lined up with traditional Mexican musical instruments. The sounds of the guitars being weaved to a specific tone was overshadowed only by the amount of boos raining down. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn Fran really mean she was celebrating her style. Ain’t know she was trying to bring Mexico to HKW though. While the women danced Fran finally bursted through the curtains dressed in black leggings and a ‘FLEEXICAN’ hoodie. She slowly made her way down to the ring soaking up all of the reaction from the audience. She grabbed one of the dancer’s hands then proceeded to rock her hips with the dancer until she reached the ring. Once there she climbed up into it - demanding a microphone. FRANCESCA: Philly, bruh. Stop booin’ for one sec. That’s awl yawl do. I’m fuckin’ sick of it. She said with her eyes widening. FRANCESCA: BOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Is AWL the fuck yawl finna say cause yawl ain’t got no more power than that. Yawl wanted ANYBODY but THE KWEEN to win this Crown but I TOLD YAWL bruh. TOLD YAWL I was gonna get it cause FLEEXICAN ON A NEW LEVEL YAWL. I DOMINATED the whole way to winnin’ it! ROLLED right OVA em. The brand new Crowned Royalty Winner said as she tapped the top of the microphone twice before lifting it back to her mouth. Of course the audience still didn’t cease booing simply because she asked them to. FRANCESCA: Before anything else, I GOTTA GOTTA GOTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAA tell awl yawl that NONE of ya have have a LICK of culture in yawl bones. Unlike the people here I FUCKIN’ know where I came from. Only thing this place known for now is producin’ SCRUB ass Meek Mill. THAT’S BOUT IT. Fran walked towards the table - lifting the custom made crown up high with her free hand. FRANCESCA: Just when yawl done GOT to thinkin’ that The Fleexican’s career done ended when she lost ha No Limits strap she went n’ MADE MORE HISTORY YAWL! By becomin’ the FIRST WOMAN to win this Crowned Royalty Tournament. It ain’t nothin’ new to my heritage though, bruh. Bein’ trailblazers AIN’T NEW to us. Look through the history of the Mexican people, the Aztec people, Incas, n’ The Spaniards who’re AWL responsible for me bein’ here today. AWL of them were leaders bruh. They made HISTORY YAWL. Just like ME. At age NINETEEN bruh I done accomplished this. Shit, Atwater ain’t act like it but Crowned Royalty is a BIG fuckin’ deal. This means FLEEXICAN done GREW her status as one of tha BIGGEST deals in wrestling EVEN MORE bruh. Fran took a breath then continued. FRANCESCA: Nobody can’t deny that status. The resume speaks for itself, yawl. Listen. She began to list off all recent impressive feats. FRANCESCA: Won Crowned Royalty. Me n’ Fel Fel had the BEST match at Chapter two OVA any match. Nobody on any roster finna eva deny that either….YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS LAWWWWWWWD FLEEXICAN SLAYYINNNNNNNNNN EM AWWWWWWL! The Fleexican yelled before she finally rested the prized Crown on top of her head. FRANCESCA: N’ now that I done got through to a point where nobody can’t NEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA deny that FLEEXICAN is gon CARRY Defiance into the future for the next HOWEVA many years…...Fleexican finna lay out HA first decree as KWEEN….Challengin’ for the- Right before Fran could announce what she’d be challenging for…… "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain, wearing a Subversion tee. BRIAN MASON: HOLLY PEANUT BUTTER AND JAMMY!!!!!!! THAT’S JAXON QUEEN! THE FUCKBOY EXECUTIONER! THE HUMAN PINK SLIP! HE’S HERE! WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY! THE CROWD EXPLODED! Fran looked one hundred percent shocked and angry ALL in one as Queen stood at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans who were all absolutely STUNNED at the fact that he was there in the first place. After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring! As Jaxon slid in, Fran darted towards the ropes and slid under and out of the ring - retreating towards the ramp as people booed her. It was obvious that she didn’t want any confrontation with Queen. Jaxon STEPPED on one of the guitars that were still inside of the ring. He flipped the table over! Drawing out louder cheers. Queen then picked up Fran’s microphone. Lifting it up to his mouth. JAXON QUEEN: Of course you won’t fight me face to face, Fran. We all know how you work. But this isn’t about you believe it or not. Queen said as Fran waved him off. Saying “YAWL FINNA PAY EVENTUALLY!” Jaxon turned his full attention to the crowd. JAXON QUEEN: Now that I saved your ears from that thing that sounds very close to a chihuahua bark that we call Fran's voice, I guess I should explain why I'm here. You see tonight is and next week are two days where the rosters get shaken up and EVERYTHING changes. So, I got a call from Romeo Price and was told that I am now....OFFICIALLY PART OF THE DEFIANCE ROSTER! The audience pops even louder for the former World Tag Team Champion making his bold statements as Fran continues to storm up the ramp angrily - Crown in hand - with her entourage of traditional Mexican singers and dancers following close behind her. JAXON QUEEN: And now that I'm here, should that fuckboy that cost me the Crowned Royalty tournament stay around...I'm going to beat his ass. And if his new friends stand in the way? I'm going to beat their asses and send them packing to. I'm back on Defiance for the first time in over year...and I promise you...I'm going to KICK SOME ASS. Few words but they were powerful enough to rise the audience to their feet! They cheered “JA-XON! JA-XON! JA-XON!” Surely there would be more fallout to this major news in the aftershow. One of Subversion’s brightest wrestlers crashing the party on one of Defiance’s biggest stars in recent history! The scene faded on Jaxon climbing the turnbuckle. Raising his arms up high for the people as the scene faded out. ![]() JINX HEXTALL: Hullo there Hard Knox Wrestling fans! We’re backstage near the gorilla position with the debuting Jenny “Jinx” Hextall as she warms up for her match. A bright grin on her face as she bounces on the balls of her feet. JINX HEXTALL: I know none of you know me at all yet, but tonight I… doubt that’s going to change actually. A shrug, her crooked grin never leaving her face even as she gives an apologetic shrug. JINX HEXTALL: I mean for tonight. One appearance isn’t going to make me a star or anything like that, rather it’s a building block, right? Frankly I think the only thing that’s really gonna show all of you people out there watching - as well as the Defiance brass - what I can really do is when they put me into the ring with no rules and a virtual GRAP TON of weapons and party favors. Her head cocks to the side, wistfully blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face. JINX HEXTALL: Most people don’t like to admit their shortcomings, or that they used to be one of those yard tards you see some moron on FOX News shows clips of trying to despoil the profession, but I’m not. I know where I came from, a shitty backyard in Manitoba where I was hitting my friends with light tubes and stolen stop signs for nobody’s satisfaction but out own boredom. Just because I’m trained and I’m here now? Doesn’t mean that’s going to change. She stops bouncing, rolling her shoulders to loosen them up she nods into the lens. JINX HEXTALL: Still, despite the fact I’m rather inexperienced and out of my element in a one fall to a finish triple threat? Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna put my all into it and try to win. With that the Canadian woman gives the camera a big, cheesy thumbs-up. JINX HEXTALL: So HKW fans, Defiance fans, Joey Harris AND Reese Spencer? I’ll see you out there! With that she walks off screen, before walking back into frame carrying a garbage can that is blatantly stuffed with weapons and various household items. Realizing the camera is still on at that moment, she looks between the lens of the camera and the weapon-filled can. JINX HEXTALL: Uh… this is just for showcase purposes. Honest! She quickly shuffles off screen as the camera cuts elsewhere. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena as Whisperi Viperi is seen in the middle of the ring ready to announce the first match of the night. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the upcoming match is an Triple Threat Match!!!! “Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? Tell me I'm the perfect queen” As the sounds of In This Moment’s “Dirty Pretty” comes over the Public Announce systems, the fans in the arena begin to let out a cloud of boos that fill the arena. The lights in the arena dim for a moment, before they turn to a mixture of pink and white. The camera quickly goes over towards the stage where Reese Spencer has had her way out. As the beautiful vixen stands atop the ramp, she places her hands on her hips. While the fans continue to rain down their disdain, a smirk befalls the beauties face. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first from New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!! As Reese begins her descent down the ramp, she lets her arms fall down her sides. Slowly making her way down to the ramp, Reese keeps the smirk firmly planted on her face. With the constant boos continuing from the crowd, she eventually raises both of her arms into the air as she embraces the fans reception. After a few moments, she places her hands back down to her side and continues to walk towards the ring. When Reese finally makes it to the end of the ramp, she stops in her tracks. Looking over to her left and then her right, Reese passes her hands on her sides. Starting from her chest all the way down to her waists, she embraces her curves as the fans continue to boo her. Spencer then walks over to the ring, as she turns her back to it. She looks up towards the entrance way. Spreading her stance out, she then throws her arms up in the air once more. Moments later, she puts them down on the ring apron and hops onto it. While seated on the ring apron, she reaches her right hand up and grabs onto the middle rope. As she pulls herself up, she keeps her torso turned down. Suddenly, she flips her hair up. Then, as it reaches her back the fans continue to boo her. Reese then places her left leg into the ring over the middle rope. Then, she bends back and lets her back touch the rope before bringing her right leg into the ring. Reese walks to the center of the ring. As she looks up at the fans who are booing her, she raises her right hand into the air. With the stream of boos continuing, the sounds of “Dirty Pretty” begins to fade. JERMAINE MARKS: Randy you got this ho nudes, slime? RANDY THE PILOT: Hold up bruh I can't open this ketchup. “WE’RE GONNA PARTY WITH OUR PANTS DOWN!” With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing… from Shilo, Manitoba, standing five-fett-two-inches tall she is… JENNY “JIIIIIIIINX” HEXTAAAAALLL! Nodding her head with the beat as she grins, Jinx starts her merry trek down ringside, placing the weapon-filled garbage can near her corner before sliding under the ropes and hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Giving the crowd a big cheesy thumbs up before stepping off the turnbuckles and warming up for the start of her match. RANDY THE PILOT: Ah shit bruhs. It's THAAAAAA JINNXXXXXXX. Shit finna pop off early. BRIAN MASON: What is she doing with that trash can? WHO AUTHORIZED THIS?! The lights in the arena go out as "Ridicule" by American Head Charge plays on the speaker, working the crowd into a frenzy. "Ridicule my own, so precious alone. These face of everyone remind me of home. Your're plotting riddled sin, All my needs giving in. Blow me a kiss and leave me to the dogs." The lights flash on and off with each bolded word of the song, and with each flash a mysterious figure can be briefly made out on the stage. Towards the end of the first verse, the lights flash on and off more rabid, almost creating a strobe light effect. Pyros explode from the side of the ramp with a loud bang, and the lights stay on as Joey slowly walks down the ramp, wearing a creepy smirk with his head cocked to the side. He takes his time as he makes his way to the ring, seemingly lost in his own little world. Joey straightens out his neck, seemingly snapping back into real life as an awareness hits his eyes. He suddenly looks focused as he approaches the ring, leaping up to the ring apron. The lights once again flash on and off briefly with the lyrics of the song. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California...here is, and I quote...JOEY FUCKING HARRIS!! Joey enters the ring by leaping over the top rope, quickly throwing his arms out at his side and shouting to the crowd as they scream and cheer. He makes his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite corner and jump to the top rope. Joey leaps down from the rope as the music slowly fades out, bouncing around and licking his lips with a violent, anxious expression on his face. BRIAN MASON: I don't know about you guys but I'm really pumped up for this match with the new blood of Defiance. JERMAINE MARKS: You sound like a girl scout excited to sale cookies, slime. BRIAN MASON: FOR YOUR INFORMATION JERMAINE I WAS A BOYSCOUT AND I SOLD POPCORN! Thank you very much. The ref asked the three if they were ready after Whisper exited the ring before calling for the bell. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH Reese Spencer vs. Jenny Hextall vs. Joey Harris DING! DING!! DING!!! The match begins as the bell rings, the three competitors circling each other cautiously, none of them making a move. The action starts with Jinx and Reese go at it trading blows Jinx takes advantage hitting a scoop slam on Reese after ducking a shot, but as soon as she turns towards Joey connects with a dropkick. Getting to his feet in a hurry Joey goes after Reese only to be caught with a scoop powerslam. As this is going on Jinx gets to her feet sneaking up behind Reese grabbing ahold of her, she snaps Reese back with a wide Russian legsweep. BRIAN MASON: The actions is fast and furious in this one early on RANDY THE PILOT: It has started out with a bit of bang here. Jinx walks over to Joey as he slowly starts to get to his feet but Joey explodes forward hitting a chop block to the front of her knee. Jinx clutches at her knee in pain as Joey turns his attention to Reese who he stops before she can reach her feet with a swing neckbreaker. Joey rushes to make the cover on Reese. ONE TW-- Jinx breaks the pinfall with a forearm to the back of Joey's head. BRIAN MASON: Early breakup by Joey maybe saving the match. JEREMIAH MARKS: I wouldn’t say that, it’s not like it’s close to over at this point RANDY THE PILOT: True but in a match like this you can never be too careful Joey holds the back of his head as Jinx waits for him to get up, when she does she charges forward and connects with a huge front dropkick that sends him into the corner slouching down leaning on the bottom turnbuckle. Rushing over Jinx grabs Reese tossing her into the nearside corner. Jinx slams into Reese with a forearm causing her to fall into a similar position as Joey. Jinx turns around running at Joey and almost beheading Joey with a boot to the head. Turning around she charges the other direction but Reese pushes off the ropes, and jumping up she swings into a tornado ddt that plants Jinx on her head. JEREMIAH MARKS: Holy shit, what a move by Reese. BRIAN MASON: Reese has shown an amazing amount of skill here. And with that huge boot to Joey, Reese has a chance to end his here. Reese walks over pulling Joey out of the corner and in a pretty impressive feat of strength she snaps Joey over with a suplex. She floats over grabbing Joey’s leg and turning him over before looping hers inside his. She then bridges back and grabs him under the chin, locking in the muta lock. BRIAN MASON: What an extremely painful hold he’s got him in. JEREMIAH MARKS: The neck is not supposed to bend that way man. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah no, kidding this looks like it could end the match. He trying to scrap towards the ropes but doesn’t seem to be making any progress. The pain is etched on Joey’s face as it looks like there's no escape , Joey is still clawing at the mat trying to reach the bottom rope. However , the struggle allows Reese to get back to her feet, As Joey looks like he’s about to tap. Reese delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of Jinx’s head. She grabs Jinx by the arm pulling her away from Joey and making a cover on Jinx. BRIAN MASON: What a shot. JEREMIAH MARKS: No fucking kidding man. That shot might have knocked Jinx out cold. ONE TWOO-- Somehow Joey reaches out and pushes Reese off ot Jinx. Reese shakes her head as she can’t believe Joey made the save. She walks over to Joey with a smile on her grabbing her by the hair pulling him off the mat but Joey pushes her away before stepping up with a step up enziguri that drops Reese to the ground in a heap. Joey gets up looking at his opponents. Giving a kick to the head of Reese then walking over and doing the same to Jinx. However, the kick to the head just seems to enrage Jinx who tackles Joey to the ground and starts to delivers rights and lefts to her downed opponent from a mounted position. BRIAN MASON: I think Jinx has snap JEREMIAH MARKS: She lost her damned mind is what I’m thinking. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s quite the observation captain obvious. As this is going on Reese makes her to her feet changing over planting Jinx with a ddt. Reese looks over at her opponents seeing them both laid out. Going over to Troy she backs him into the corner. Slowly lifting him up onto the turnbuckle. Reese delivers a right hand to the side of his head. Troy returns fire with a right of his own causing Reese to stagger backwards, jumping off the middle rope Troy lands a knee to the side of Reese’s head taking her to the ground. Without hesitation he grabs Jinx and picks her up in a bodyslam position. He walks over to the corner placing her in the tree of woe. He turns around making his way to the far corner, and then rushes in and slides into the corner with a low dropkick to her face. Pulling Jinx out of the corner, he turns around into a double knee facebuster from Reese. BRIAN MASON: It seems like everytime one of them gets an advantage, the third participants gets involved and the chaos continues. RANDY THE PILOT: Chaos it is, but now it’s an opportunity for Reese to take over Reese gets to her feet first she sets out grabbing Jinx as she gets to her feet, she looks to Irish whip Jinx but Jinx reverses it sending Reese into the corner, then follows in with a clothesline. She lifts her up onto the turnbuckle, Joey comes up behind them, and ascends to the second rope along with Jinx. But Jinx fires a few rights at him, only to be met with an elbow to the side of the head, then another, finally Joey lands an elbow that sends Jinx to the ground, but somehow she stays over her feet. Reese stands up hitting a Joey in the forehead with a couple of right hands. As this is going on Jinx steps to the outside on the apron. Reese jumps up flipping in midair and connecting with a huge spinning hurricanrana that sends both her and Joey to the mat hard. BRIAN MASON: What a move, I can’t believe that Reese pulled that off. RANDY THE PILOT: The pure agility and athleticism of Reese there was amazing. Jinx slowly begins to ascend to the top rope wincing the entire time.As she reaches the top rope with a scream jumping off the top rope burying her two feet in the gut with a double foot stomp, but Jinx falls to the ground in pain from the beating she’s taken. BRIAN MASON: Joey’s out of it this has to be it. JEREMIAH MARKS: You would think so but nobody can capitalize on it. RANDY THE PILOT: All three competitors are down. As Joey is laid out Jinx and Reese both start crawling towards Joey, and they get there at the same time, each draping an arm over his chest. ONE TWO THREE!!! DING!! DING!! DING!!! As the bell rings everyone looks on in suspense. JEREMIAH MARKS: Who won? What the hell kind of ending is that? BRIAN MASON: I’m guessing both of them? The referee goes over to the announcer who makes the announcement. WHISPER VIPERI: The winners of the match via pinfall... Jinx Hextall and Reese Spencer! Some fans boo and the other half cheer as Reese shakes her head and storms up the ramp displeased with coming in a draw with the likes of Jinx. BRIAN MASON: Well... that was definitely a first. JERMAINE MARKS: These chicks need to square up and go at it again, bruh. Evening gown match type shit. Jinx stares Reese down as she saunters up the ramp, then turns her attention to Harris before shrugging her shoulders and exiting the ring. WINNER(S): REESE SPENCER & JENNY HEXTALL VIA PIN FALL (6:59) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 09:16 AM Post #3 |
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![]() The camera slowly fades in. The black screen vanishes and is replaced by some grainy video footage of a wrestling match. The picture zooms in a bit, and we see Scarlet Flint in the ring. She is on the ground, driving her elbow into the forehead of some blond-haired girl. The scene cuts to both wrestlers on their feet. Scarlet jumps up and slaps the girl directly in the face. The woman stumbles and falls to a knee; moments later, she gets blasted in the face with a boot. Lastly, the camera cuts to a shot of the woman passed out on the mat with a steel chair beside her. Nearby, Scarlet stands in the center of the ring, hoisting up a title belt. Suddenly, the picture cuts to a white-tiled wall. Written on the wall, in a substance that appears to be blood is the name NIKKI VAUGHN. The camera cuts to a middle-aged, balding man standing outside of an arena. MIDDLE-AGED FAN: The first time I saw Scarlet Flint was in Miami. A small company called Women of Miami Wrestling had just opened up. Tickets were dirt cheap, maybe five or ten dollars. So, I made it a habit to go. Scarlet Flint debuted there and was instantly tossed into the title picture. Honestly, I didn’t too much of her at first. I mean, she’s tiny; so, it’s easy to doubt and overlook her. But, then she had this hellacious Best of Five series with a woman named Nikki Vaughn; that’s when I started to take notice of her. Scarlet ended up sweeping that series in three straight matches. Or, you could call them massacres to be perfectly honest. Scarlet beat the shit out of that woman, with no remorse whatsoever. The camera suddenly cuts to an image of Artemis piledriving a rather muscular woman’s head shocks the viewer. The loud sound of a neck breaking rings out, before the immense boos come out. Artemis is handed a championship, and raises it high. With a vindictive smirk on her face, she exits the ring. Furthermore, the camera catches her mouthing “I told you so.” VICTIM: SHAWNA MARTINEZ MISSOURI NATIVE: Man, I thought the little gal was gonna die out there. She pushed the current champion, Shawna Martinez some’in serious. Got herself a championship match. Now, we ain’t seen much of her. She only had one match prior to this. She kicked the girl’s head off and won via KO. So we didn’t know what to expect. The man pauses. MISSOURI NATIVE: When she got in that match, we all saw that evil grin of hers. We didn’t think she was going to win, but we knew that Shawna wasn’t leaving without some damage. The crazy gal shocked us all when she broke Shawna’s neck and took the championship. She went on to remain undefeated until the place closed down. That chick is a monster. A montage of Scarlet hitting the “Death Note” plays. Various wrestlers drop or fall to the mat, only to get blasted by her knee. The last person on the montage is a browned haired man. Scarlet sends him collapsing to the mat. She then walks over to the east side of the ring, where a large metal structure (filled with weapons) stands erect. Hanging above the structure by an electrical wire cable is a title belt. The camera follows Scarlet as she walks towards the structure, grabs a pair of cutters, and cuts the wire. The belt falls into her hands; she then walks away. We see the white wall again. The name TYLER STORM is written on it this time. The camera switches to what looks to be a reporter or blogger. BLOGGER: Scarlet Flint had a war over in VoW with a dude name Tyler Storm. Let me tell you, she tormented this man. I can try and think of what she did off the top of my head: attempted to beat his ass after match, cut a series of the meanest promos you’ve ever heard, beat up his friend as he watched from the commentary booth, assaulted a close friend of his, assaulted his wife, and beat him for his title. Needless to say, this woman is ruthless! The next shot comes in quickly, showing Artemis driving a blonde haired woman through a table with a Package Piledriver...from the top rope. Once again, the immediate sound of a neck breaking echoes throughout the audio feed. Artemis stands up, grinning madly and laughing as she sees her handiwork. VICTIM: CHARITY RYAN GALVESTON FAN: She didn’t stay too long. Artemis came into GIW and got into it with this blonde haired girl named, uh, Charity Ryan. We all wanted Charity to get an ass beating, but we didn’t expect Artemis to...do that. We found out that she broke another girl’s neck for a championship. Here, she did it out of pure spite. I don’t know why we cheered her. She laughed maniacally when Charity was carted out on a stretcher. Charity recovered, yeah, but she has never been the same. He looks downward at the ground, feeling a slight hint of grief. GALVESTON FAN: What she did to Alexis Terry wasn’t cool either. The camera again cuts to a set of names: VICTIMS: ALEXIS TERRY, THE PISTOLS, SKYLYNN REED, FABLE ROWEN, KYRA MCKNIGHT, KATALINA STAR, GAIA GALANOS, STACY JONES Once again, the camera cuts to white wall, filled with various wrestler’s blood stained names: BECCA HAZE, STACY JONES, ZAKK MORRIS, NATASHA ROSE, CHRIS MOSH. One last name appears: GENERATION OF MIRACLES The scene fades out to go to a room full of weaponry. Artemis sits down on a steel chair, holding in her hand a crowbar. All of her scars are shown in full light, including the long scar on her arm from being stabbed by Katalina Star. Along the walls are pictures of all of her victims after their defeat. Large red “X”s cover the photographs. Seated nearby on the floor rests Scarlet Flint. She has a hoodie up over her head, and her eyes are hide by a pair of Ray Ban aviators. The camera pans back to Artemis, she raises her head. ARTEMIS KAISER: Legitimate athletes with a foolish “understanding” that they deserve everything in the world. How freaking quaint. Generation of Miracles? I assume you have already heard the whole thing that it will be a miracle if you two survive a match. Opponents in the past probably thought they were clever with that. But these words coming from my mouth? They are not an audacious zingers, meant to make the fans gasp. No, they form together to give you both a warning. Scarlet smirks. SCARLET FLINT: Do yall know who we are? Or, shit, to be more specific, do yall know what we are? Yall only saw a glimpse in our first match here. Many label us as savages, monsters. She holds up her finger. SCARLET FLINT: However, at my core, what I truly am is a taker. You see, a lot of people in HKW sit back and talk shit, hoping it will get them noticed. That ain’t how I do things; that ain’t how Artemis does things. Naw―we stroll to the ring, whoop motherfucking ass, and take what we want. Sometimes it’s titles, sometimes it’s a position or spot, or hell, sometimes we like to break a bitch for the fun of it. Artemis sits up straight in her chair, resting the crowbar on her lap. ARTEMIS KAISER: Sine Mora does not believe in the facilities of the wrestling world. No, we are both violent savages set on taking what we want. We see two beautiful gold belts resting on the shoulders of two future victims. It would not matter who said victims were. Scarlet and I just know that they have what we want. And we are walking up to their doorstep, kicking the door off its hinges, and beating them half to death. Once they lie in a pool of their own blood, we will casually reach over and take those Tag Team Championships. So you best believe that we are looking at you two and only seeing red. We are not coming down to the ring to wrestle your kind of match. We are not going to be on Defiance to hype ourselves up. No, the words we speak and the videos we show are meant to foretell the eventual devastation that we will both cause. The match that we will wrestle is one that only bodes pain and suffering for the both of you. It will just be a bonus that we beat some former number one contenders. Scarlet nods. SCARLET FLINT: At Defiance XLI, y’all two are gonna’ get the beating of life time, real talk. And, I don’t know about Artemis, but I’ma enjoy every minute of it. Every punch, kick, knee, it’s all gonna’ be so euphoric. And at the end of the day, you two will be put in your fucking place, and Sine Mora will be one step closer to taking what we want. But aye, I’m sure Nattie Lite and Fat Man Scoop already knew we was gunning for em’, didn’t they? ARTEMIS KAISER: And after this, we will continue to move our way up to the championship match that we want. With all the dramatics going around with H.O.D, Scarlet and I both know what we need to do. We know that we are going against stacked odds. But this match? This match will also serve as a message to H.O.D. She holds up the crowbar, pointing it at the camera. She lazily winks. ARTEMIS KAISER: You are not just going to need a miracle to survive us. You are going to need an army and an iron jaw to try to stop us. Scarlet and I have fought the world and all before. A single group like H.O.D. will just be a slightly more interesting challenge. While for the Generation of Miracles, I only have one question to ask. Artemis’s eyes fall upon the camera, staring right through to Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. ARTEMIS KAISER: Do you have what it takes to survive Sine Mora? They both let out a hearty, menacing laugh. The feed goes straight to static, before turning off abruptly. ![]() Defiance transitions backstage where No Limits champion, Felicity Banks, is shown signing autographs on t-shirts at one of the merchandise stands. There were at least twenty-five people standing around waiting for their shirt to get signed, but it was clear to see that Felicity was tired of writing her name on clothing already. FELICITY BANKS: Okay, okay. One more and I really need to go to my locker room to start getting ready. All of the people around the No Limits champion start pushing forward, trying to be the last on who gets an autograph. Felicity looks around at the teenage boys and girls, the old men and women, but then sees a little girl standing near the front of the line, just barely holding up her Felicity Banks t-shirt. FELICITY BANKS: Oh my god, you guys are gonna step all over her! Felicity lunges forward and pulls the little girl out of the crowd before walking her back behind the merchandise stand. Realizing that she wasn’t going to get away through the crowd of people, Felicity grabs the little girl by the hand and pushes through the door directly behind the stand that leads to stocking room for the merchandise of every single HKW talent on the roster. FELICITY BANKS: Who are your favorites, peasan--- Woo. She almost lets that one slip. FELICITY BANKS: ---kiddo. Who are your favorites, kiddo? The little girl pauses for a second and taps her finger off of her chin. LITTLE GIRL: Ummmm… you, Salem, Jason, Ashley, Tanner Sands and Fran. As the girl was mentioning the names of her favorites, Felicity walks up and down the stocking room to grab a t-shirt of each name. However, she stops and turns her head over her shoulder once the girl says Fran’s name. FELICITY BANKS: Wait… wut? Fran?! The little girl nods LITTLE GIRL: Heck yeah! She’s the KWEEN yawl! Although she doesn’t want to, Felicity chuckles at the comments made by the little girl and grabs a “Fleexican” t-shirt off of one of the racks. She tosses the six t-shirts on the little girl's shoulder and looks down at her. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, I guess she is. In Felicity’s head, Fran won the Crowned Royalty tournament and deserves to call herself the queen - or KWEEN as she says. It was a nickname Felicity used for the better part of two years, but now that someone else within the company had a legitimate reason to use it… was it time for Felicity to move on from it? FELICITY BANKS: Kay, you have your shirts. Now do me a favor and go distract those people out there so I can make my escape. I really need to go get ready and I can’t do that if I have to sign three hundred-six five thousand t-shirts! The little girl nods her head and smiles at the No Limits champion before she runs out of the door and begins screaming: LITTLE GIRL: BOW DOWN TO ME PEASANTS! I AM SUPERIOR TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! Felicity chuckles as she turns her head and sees a couple replicas of the Kabuki masks worn by Sho Kojima and Eva Castro. She slips one on, tosses her sweatshirt hood over her head, and walks out of the stocking room. She hides behind the vendors until she dips into the crowd of people, and gets free while the little girl continues to tell everyone in sight to bow down to her. Once Fel turns the corner and gets to the wrestlers section of the arena, she rips the Kabuki mask off her face, pulls her hood down and starts pacing toward her locker room. FELICITY BANKS: Christ. Didn’t think I was making it outta there alive. She sees her locker room only a few steps away, but notices the door open just a smidge. FELICITY BANKS: LUKE! I SWEAR TO GOD! IF YOU’RE TRYING TO STEAL SOMETHING OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM, I’M GOING TO CUT YOUR THUMBS OFF! The No Limits champion runs toward her locker room door and pushes it open to see the 2015 Crowned Royalty winner, Francesa, sitting on the couch with the No Limits championship on her lap. FELICITY BANKS: Whhhhhhhhhhy? Fel falls back against the wall and looks like she’s ready to cry as she throws her hands over her face. FELICITY BANKS: WHY CAN’T YOU PEASANTS JUST GIVE ME PEACE AND QUIET FOR ONE SHOW?! Fran rubs the championship she had held for over two hundred days before looking up at Felicity. FRANCESCA: KWEEN GOT A MESSAGE FOR YAWL. She snaps her fingers twice. A fully grown man with a beer gut dressed in a pigeon outfit stumbles out of Felicity’s locker room closet. The pigeon man maneuvers his way towards Fran. FRANCESCA: Bruh, Fel Fel, when I won this jawn right here…This Crown….My life n’ career done started to change. The Fleexican winks towards the Crowned Royalty crown and trophy sitting on the No Limits Champion & Triple Crown Winner Felicity’s marble table. FRANCESCA: I got them perks YAWWWWWWWWL. I ain't even gotta talk no GOTDAMN more when I ain’t wanna. Look. AYO HAWWWWWH! HAAWWWWH! Fran pulls a piece of paper out from behind her back. The Pigeon Man grabs the paper then hobbles over to Felicity. He stops in front of the champion. The first thing that came to mind was the fact that the horrible sound Fran gawked out wasn't that of a pigeon! THE PIGEON MAN: I, The Kween’s messenger bird declare this locker room part of Fleexico. In claiming this property my KWEEN also deems herself the next contender to your No Limits Championship. He said, his rubber beak glistening in the light, which would be enough to make anyone laugh. THE PIGEON MAN: My Francesca believes that you and she have made the No Limits Championship the top belt on the Defiance brand in two thousand fifteen. The prize everyone wants to go after. So Fran wants nothing more than to be the first person to win Defiance’s new premier championship twice! While reigning over the entire company as 2015 Crowned Royalty….To made that crown mean something, unlike its last holder. What do you have to say about that?! The Pigeon Man asks. Demanding answers for the Crowned Royalty winner. Fran could be seen on the couch, eyes widened with amazement. FELICITY BANKS: … this can’t be real life. The No Limits champion finally pulls her hands away from her face and directly stares at the man dressed as a pigeon. FELICITY BANKS: I need to see if this is real life. Felicity takes a step forward, and in one fluid motion, she Bank Shots the pigeon man down! Fran jumps in her seat after the impact, watching the pieces of paper the pigeon man was holding fall all around the room. FELICITY BANKS: Did you feel that? Fel asks, as she hunches over the pigeon man and waves her hand in front of his face. FELICITY BANKS: Wow. He’s out cold. The No Limits champion turns back to Fran and sees her title next to the former champion. Fel picks her championship up, presses it against her shoulder, and takes a seat right next to Fran. FELICITY BANKS: If you have something you wanna say to me, make sure it’s you that says it, Fran. I don’t really care for dealing with these… you know… Fel points over at the knocked out pigeon man. FELICITY BANKS: Lessers as you say. Fran rushes towards her beloved Pigeon Man! Kneeling down to him, Fran rubs his now scrunched up beak. FRANCESCA: BRUH!! Why yawl hurt my damn messenger bird for?! The Pigeon Man coughs one hard time. Fran drops his head back on the floor rudely then stood back up. FRANCESCA: Ain’t he make it clear? Time for Fleexican to become TEW TIME. Ju heard? When yawl finna stop playin’ with these nobodies who ain't gon give ya a fight like the one yawl had at Destiny? Fel remains seated on the couch and moves her championship over to where Fran was sitting on. FELICITY BANKS: Fran, but now you should’ve realized that if you ever bring anyone to my locker room - chances are I’m gonna knock them out. First Trelicity and now pigeon man - it’s a trend that won’t go away. You bring randoms to my damn fortress of solitude, I’m gonna put them on their ass. Glancing at the No Limits championship, Felicity shrugs her shoulders and continues. FELICITY BANKS: As far as the No Limits championship goes. If you want it… She grabs the title and holds it up with her right hand. FELICITY BANKS: ...come get it. #ZakkLewisVoice. FRANCESCA: Yawl know what!? I'm fixin’ to come get the jawn. House of Pain, Fel Fel. Francesca vers Fel Fel TEW yawl for that strap. Yawl finna duck to fight scrub ass Luke again or nah? The Crowned Royalty Winner asks as she lays down the challenge. FELICITY BANKS: Me? Duck? The No Limits champion chuckles. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, like that'll ever happen. Soooo, it’s set then? House of Pain. Me and you part two for this? She holds the No Limits championship up. FELICITY BANKS: Gotta warn you though, Fran. At Destiny, it was just about me beating you and becoming the first Triple Crown champion in HKW history. At House of Pain, though? It’s all about finishing you off once and for all. Fel shoots Fran a devious little grin before she shoo’s her away with her hand. FELICITY BANKS: Now be gone. You’ve wasted enough of my time for one night. The Fleexican shook her head. FRANCESCA: Done told yawl. My heritage was built off pushin’ through bullshit, bruh. I ain’t NEVA finna stop till yo ass is done. Crowned Royalty stared down at the pigeon man. She then shrugged and stepped over him. Leaving him behind for failing her. The Pigeon Man looked up at Felicity with a look of fear in his eyes as the scene faded to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… the following bout is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are SINE MORA! And now… their opponents… The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system, an inflatable NFL-like tunnel on the center of the ramp as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s voice blasts through the system. BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS! BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS! BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS! BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS! Bursting out from the inflatable tunnel to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Both are geared up in their respective attires made of gold and black colors with red trim in Leander’s and white in Vanessa’s. As Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen in the squared circle tonight. The Generation of Miracles get inside the squared circle, the crowd showing their support accordingly as Vanessa and Leander ascend to the top rope on each side, Vanessa bringing her arms high up and gloves together to form her own logo within it while Apollo extends his arms to the side, basking in the crowd support. The two hop off of the top rope and begin their preparations for the contest ahead. WHISPER VIPERI: And now, making their way to the ring…brought to you by Apollon Media and Hard Knox Wrestling…weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo and they are…THE GENERATIOOOOONNNNNN…OF MIIIIIRAAACLEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! BRIAN MASON: This should be great. Generation Of Miracles have great lineage, of course, but Sine Mora are a strong team, and Artemis’ recent success in the Young Guns Cup has to have her riding on a high. RANDY THE PILOT: All I want is a great match, and a refill on my nachos. CAN ANYONE HELP A BROTHER OUT WITH MORE NACHOS? TAG TEAM MATCH Sine Mora vs. Generation of Miracles DING! DING!! DING!!! We open up with Vanessa and Artemis in the ring, slowly circling each other. They hook up, collar and elbow, before Vanessa quickly drops to her knees, taking Kaiser over with a Fireman’s Carry Takeover. Vanessa is quickly up on her feet, bouncing from toe to toe, as Artemis gets back up to her feet, shaking her head as she does. Artemis stretches out the shoulders, as she eyes up Cade, before charging in, only to be caught by surprise as Vanessa sends her over with an Arm Drag. They both get to their feet, Artemis slightly quicker as she rolls through on the landing of the Arm Drag, and as Vanessa turns around Artemis knocks her flat with an Enter The Dragon! She takes advantage of the surprise to go for the pinfall! ONE T- Kickout! JERMAINE MARKS: DAMN! Artemis gave Vanessa all of that Flying Side Kick! That was fierce! BRIAN MASON: Artemis hitting the big moves early in this match up. I hope her win in the Young Guns Cup hasn’t made her overconfident. Not delaying, Artemis drags her upright, before whipping her to the ropes, only for Cade to reverse it, sending Kaiser running. On the return, Vanessa goes for a Hip Toss, only for Artemis to block it, before taking advantage of the opportunity to hook up the leg and hit Vanessa with a Capture Suplex. She rolls over and goes for the pin. ONE TW- Kickout! Artemis pulls Vanessa up by the hair, but Cade drives a hard knee into her midsection, knocking her back. As Artemis staggers, Vanessa charges forward tagging in Leander Apollo. Leander quickly gets in, and charges, only to be taken over by a Japanese Arm Drag, with Artemis holding on the arm in the Armbar. She holds onto the arm, wrenching it as she forces herself to the corner, keeping Apollo down as she gets the tag to Scarlet. Whilst Artemis keeps Leander down, Scarlet steps up on to the middle rope, before flying into the ring with a Tornillo, catching Leander across the chest as she lands, with Kaiser quickly rolling out of the ring. Scarlet hold on for the pin. ONE Shoulder up! JERMAINE MARKS: That’s it. Solid double teaming, you’ve got to admire that. RANDY THE PILOT: Did you see that? AMAZING. They both scrabble to their feet, Scarlet the quicker, catching Leander with a European Uppercut, before grabbing him and whipping him to the ropes, only to get reversed! As Scarlet comes back, Leander goes for a Spinning Back Fist, only for Scarlet to slide underneath the blow. As she rolls into a sprinters start, and charges forward, only for Leander to spin on the spot and deliver a massive kick to the midsection, stopping her dead in her tracks. He goes to follow up with a Back Suplex, but Scarlet flips out of it at it’s apex, landing on her feet, and as Leander turns to face her she catches him with a Power Shift! BRIAN MASON: The Power Shift! That Upward Palm Thrust, straight into the STO! RANDY THE PILOT: FINALLY! MORE NACHOS! She quickly grabs him by the head, dragging him to his feet before pulling him into the Sine Mora corner, getting the tag. As Artemis comes in, Scarlet throws Leander into the corner, and the pair go about hitting the FATE Parade! As Leander falls out of the corner, Artemis rolls him up for the pin! ONE TWO Foot on the ropes! Leander uses some excellent ring presence to break up the pin, leaving Artemis frustrated. She drags him upright, and tries to whip him, but he blocks it, pulling her in and catching her with an Elbow Smash! As she recoils from the blow, turning away. As she does so, he steps in, grabbing her about the waist, lifting her up and bringing her crashing down with a Hyaku Shiki! He goes for the pin! ONE T- Kickout! BRIAN MASON: Huge Back Suplex to Wheelbarrow Facebuster there from Leander Apollo for a near miss. Has that managed to turn the tide back in the Generation Of Miracles’ favour? Quickly to his feet, Leander takes hold of Artemis’ wrist, dragging her arm out, and laying kicks into the her chest, before dragging her to the Generation corner tagging in Vanessa. As Leander pulls her Artemis up to her feet, the pair hook her up before hitting her with a Double DDT! Vanessa quickly follows up, hooking Artemis’ leg in a Single Leg Boston Crab, dropping to a seated position on Artemis’ back and wrenching the leg. Artemis struggles against the hold for a good few minutes, before Vanessa releases it, turning and stomping on the back of Artemis’ head. Vanessa steps away a moment, liaising with Leander in the corner, whilst Artemis starts crawling to the corner. As she begins to pull herself upright on the ropes, Vanessa cuts her off, with a Forearm Smash to the face… only for Artemis to battle back with a flurry of Forearm Smashes, forcing Vanessa back into the ring! Kaiser winds up, and goes for a Falcon Punch, but Vanessa dodges the punch, catching Vanessa bodily and sending her flying with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Vanessa quickly gets to her feet, tagging Leander back in, before pulling Artemis back up to her feet. Leander charges forward, catching Kaiser with a Running Lariat as Vanessa simultaneously hits her with a Legsweep, dropping her to the mat. Vanessa quickly leaves the ring, as Leander hits a quick Elbow Drop to Artemis’ head. Nodding at Vanessa, he gets a Waist Lock on Artemis, dragging her up to her feet, before hoisting her up for a Release German Suplex… ONLY FOR ARTEMIS TO FLIP OUT, AND LAND ON HER FEET! As Leander rolls onto his front to check where Kaiser has landed, she charges forward, and hits her Falcon Kick! RANDY THE PILOT: DID YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT? JERMAINE MARKS: I know, dog, Artemis like a ninja with that Single Leg Dropkick. RANDY THE PILOT: I mean the size of the hotdog girl’s… no, yeah, that. What you said. BRIAN MASON: Sigh. Leander is down on the mat, but that took a load out of Artemis too. Vanessa is shouting for her husband, encouraging him, whilst Scarlet is bouncing on the ring ropes, trying to get the crowd to cheer Artemis back to life. Slowly, she starts to respond, dragging herself to the corner, as Leander regains his senses. Artemis slowly progresses, dragging herself ever closer, Scarlet leaning in and willing her on. Leander is just about to his feet, when Artemis pushing herself to her feet, and dives forward, hitting the tag to Scarlet! The crowd roars as she pulls herself to the top rope, bouncing in and taking Leander down with a Springboard Thrust Kick! She quickly gets up, running to the GoM corner and knocking Vanessa off the apron with a Basement Dropkick! JERMAINE MARKS: Now this is what I like to see, a young, hungry competitor like Scarlet Flint tearing the opposition apart! She’s separated the team, now she just needs to capitalise. She runs back to Apollo, back on his feet, and whips him, but he reverses it, sending her running. As she comes back, she vaults him as he dips the shoulder, leaping to the second rope, before springboarding back, turning as she does, to catch him with a Springboard Crossbody! Scarlet hops up, and goes to the Second Rope in her own corner. Artemis hits the blind tag, just as Scarlet leaps off, hitting a Middle Rope Phoenix Splash, Leander catching all of it. Scarlet quickly hops off him, and charges forward, spying Vanessa getting back to her feet on the outside, and hits a Step-Up Tornillo to the outside, taking them both out! Seeing the impact, the referee runs over to check on the pair of them, as Artemis gets in the ring. She sees Leander starting to stir, and prepares her elbow. As she indicates it, winding up, the crowd roars, knowing a Crusade is coming. BRIAN MASON: The end is coming, I think! Artemis looks like she’s ready to go on a Crusade! However, at that moment two individuals, dressed head to toe in black, with black masks, vault the barrier, and hit the ring! Artemis doesn’t see them, so is caught entirely buy surprise when she gets spun around, and the pair take her out with a Double Superkick, straight to the chin! Artemis looks like she might be out cold, as the pair quickly nod at each other, and hightail it out of the ring. Leander is just about up, and seeing Artemis out, just goes for the cover. The referee, satisfied that Scarlet and Vanessa are alive, turns back to the ring, just in time to see Leander fall on Artemis for the pinfall. BRIAN MASON: Not like this! JERMAINE MARKS: You got to take every advantage you get given in this game, B-Ri. You know that. ONE TWO THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of this bout, by way of pinfall… THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES! Scarlet looks up from the outside, surprised by the result. As Leander rolls off of Artemis, she slides into the ring to check on her. Leander, to his credit, decides to avoid any potential post-match trouble, rolling out of the ring, as Vanessa hobbles around the ring to greet him. She helps him lift his hand high, as the pair start to back-up up the ramp. Scarlet watches them go, the barely conscious Artemis not able to fill her in on events. RANDY THE PILOT: HEY! HEY! Who were those guys? BRIAN MASON: I’ve no idea, but Sine Mora were robbed! They had that! JERMAINE MARKS: They didn’t want it enough. I’m surprised by the Generation Of Miracles, maybe they bought themselves some insurance? Good on them if they did. BRIAN MASON: It’s just not their style… I don’t know what to make of it. WINNERS: Generation of Miracles via pinfall (9:29) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 09:31 AM Post #4 |
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![]() The lights dim to full darkness as intro voice of Lupe Fiasco’s voice speaks. The quote standing out on the KNOXTron follows over Lupe’s voice. ‘They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves’ BRIAN MASON: Oh, who is this? “Form Follows Function” by Lupe Fiasco hits the speakers of the Wells Fargo Center as a lone spotlight hits the front center of the stage with the lights fading to pure darkness throughout the center. DeMarcus Gresham walks into the spotlight standing with his back to the crowd so the white monogramed ‘Gifted’ is seen along his black jacket. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment and wipes off his Givenchy pants stepping forward. RANDY THE PILOT: This that fake Santa! I hate him bruh he aint bring me my nachos. JERMAINE MARKS: Him bringing you nachos wasn’t the point slime. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively. He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos continuing. Inside the ring Whisper Viperi brings the microphone to her lips looking to do her job in introducing DeMarcus to the crowd. DeMarcus quickly notices and politely walks over to Whisper telling her it wouldn’t be necessary before asking if he could use the microphone currently in her hand. Whisper shrugs before handing him the microphone and as a gentleman he thanks her before opening up the ropes for her to exit. Walking back toward the middle of the ring he gives the microphone a couple taps signaling his theme song’s end to the back. The sold out crowd’s boos ring even higher once the music cuts with the camera catching a few signs within the sea of HKW fans. ‘We Hate Fakes’ and ‘Santa > Fake Santa’ DeMarcus stands in the middle of the ring circling around a moment looking at all the fans and signs disliking him. After showering in their hate for a moment DeMarcus smirks with only a slight showing of teeth in the corner of his mouth. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: So much hatred ignited off of one simple action. Over a person that is only of imagination. An icon only made for the mass consumer to continue to put the money into the fat cats pockets to maintain their yachts and homes in the most exotic of areas. And here you boo. You boo a man that takes his likeness to the advantage of his own situation. You impotent fools. All of you. You disgust me. Allow me to follow up on my gift giving from the holiday season. Let me help all you parents at home who seem to think this Santa gives kids their imagination or helps them stay young. Children, you’ll want to pay attention. As far as your ADHD allows you anyway. DeMarcus takes a slow pacing stroll inside the ring flipping the microphone in his hand then brings it back near his mouth. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Santa. The one your parents tell you come into a chimney to give you presents next to a tree. The one you save the traditional cookies and milk for. The one who you believe has placed you upon a list of naughty or nice. Is a falsehood. He is not real. He’s never been real. He is a lie. Parents are seen covering children’s ears as some small kids are heard crying ‘NOOOO!’ Tears and boos fill the arena. DeMarcus continues completely uncaring. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: A lie your parents continue to fabricate to keep your innocence. Your parents and close loved ones break their backs to give you spoiled undeserving runts the things you ask for. They fall into the same trap year after year and give the WalMarts and Toys R Us’ the big payday to keep the consumer machine running. The lovely rat race that no one wins. They, like you...are stupid. Attempting to keep up with the Jones’ and take the big Christmas picture with the countless number of presents under the tree. Going into the new year without financial comfort and still---still without thanks or appreciation from you. Most of you sitting here don’t even have chimney’s in your city assisted living quarters. How is Santa entering your homes? Children, those cookies? Your overweight and overwhelmed parents are the ones munching those up and drinking the milk. The Santa you saw days before Christmas at the mall. Another poor employee trying to make ends meet in his own life that probably familiarized this man right here. Same build, same disappointment. DeMarcus points downward toward the Defiance announce table directly at Randy The Pilot who is mid bite into a chilli cheese hotdog. Being pointed out and seen on the KNOXtron Randy puts the hot dog down. RANDY THE PILOT: The fuck? JERMAINE MARKS: Haahaahahahaaahahaahahaha!! BRIAN MASON: Geeez. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Parents you allow them to come in here with their Fake Santa signs. You should be ashamed. Allow enlightenment for once in your patience existence of life. Allow it for your children. I cannot defraud what already isn’t real. Let’s call it a late Halloween perhaps hmmm? The smirk grows to a full smile as DeMarcus flips the microphone along his hand again. Enjoying the tears and cries surrounding him. Enjoying the boo’s that have only grew louder since his entrance. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I may have caught Cassius off guard with the likeness of a fake character but at least I don’t lie to my children. Who is truly the worse walking among us? Take the time and look to yourself. Take a moment now and look at your kids. Those tears are tears to reality. To truth. I only maneuvered like any other would. I allowed my target to get comfortable and showed him he hasn’t escaped Gifted. A wonderful display if I do say so myself. Shall we roll it? DeMarcus signals for the KNOXTron to roll his favorite highlight from his career in HKW so far. The KNOXTron starts to show a replay of the antics of Crowned Royalty, with “Santa Claus” entering the ring. As he gets through, however, the screen suddenly bursts to static. DeMarcus looks confused in the ring, as a low rumble starts to play through the PA system. Suddenly, a small section of the static is scrubbed away by a cartoon washcloth, as if we were looking through a window. Suddenly, a Chibi version of Cassius Reed pops up into it. CHIBI CASSIUS: WHAT UP, BITCHES? Sections of the crowd cheer as they recognise the Chibi mascot of Cassius Reed’s promotion videos. The Chibi Cassius knocks on the glass, before waving to the audience. DeMarcus watches the change with a very disapproving look on his face. CHIBI CASSIUS: We are pleased to announce a change to our scheduled programming! Instead of watching some lame-ass wannabe Santa, we bring you two important messages. Number one… GOTCHA, SUCKA! The Chibi Cassius indicates to the top right of the screen where a Chibi DeMarcus can now be seen. This character is sat down and having a tantrum, comedy animes tears flooding out of his ears. This brings a subtle yet disgusted shake of DeMarcus’ head. CHIBI CASSIUS: Message two… DRINK LAZERADE!, BITCHES! The Chibi Cassius pulls a bottle of LAZERADE! out from behind the static, and takes a drink. In the corner, the Chibi DeMarcus has pulled out a bottle of LAZERADE! fashioned like a baby’s bottle, and is now laying on his back, sucking on the teet. DeMarcus snarls pointing toward the KNOXtron asking ‘what is this doing here’ over the microphone. CHIBI CASSIUS: Oh wait, there was one more thing. You had thing A, and you had thing B, that leaves one thing left to say… The Chibi Cassius smiles, an animated glint firing off of his teeth, accompanied by a “ting” sound effect. CHIBI CASSIUS: KEEP FAITH IN PLAN C! Suddenly, pyros go off either side of the screen, rockets firing up to the arena ceiling accompanied by two massive LAZERADE! banners dropping, framing the Tron. The Chibi Cassius quickly points down to DeMarcus in the ring. CHIBI CASSIUS: See you later, sucka! And with that the Chibi Cassius reaches up, off of the screen, before his hand comes down holding a blind cord. With a smile, he leaps out of the hole he’s been presenting through, pulling the “blind” down with him, leaving the screen black. The crowd cheers the KNOXTron display and pryos that interrupted DeMarcus’ plans as he stands in the ring. He looks at the banners that frame the tron as he oddly nods his head in the midst of the cheers and the microphone at his side catches him saying ‘interesting’ before he drops the mic completely and exits the ring. ![]() “Professor” Colby Spencer is backstage with Melanie Laguerquist. Both of them have a wide smile on their faces, Colby more so than Melanie, who has more of an awkward smile on her face, like those you give someone who is laughing and you really don’t know why they’re laughing, so you simply smile and hope they don’t know you don’t know why they’re laughing. They are approached by Eli Zayn. As soon as Eli gets near them Colby stands up and urges Melanie not to do so, as he “got this”. Eli gets in position for an interview as Colby simply puts both of his arms on his back and puts his chest out in a proud mannerism. He stands there besides Eli with a bit of a snobbish smirk on his face as he waits for Eli to start the interview. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m now accompanied by none other than one of Defiance’s newest signees… Colby Spencer. Colby coughs as he puts his right hand over Eli’s left shoulder and speaks. COLBY SPENCER: “Professor”… Colby… Spencer… to you. Melanie looks at them both and awkwardly smiles to the camera, as Eli corrects himself as he once again speaks. ELI ZAYN: “Professor” Colby Spencer. So, “Professor”… the question on everyone’s mind right now is… exactly why Miss Laguerquist here is holding that tablet? Colby laughs in a snobbish kind of way before he answers Eli’s question. COLBY SPENCER: Good question, sir… good question indeed. You see, what my assistant here is holding is the medium in which we run a program. A program that WE designed… Melanie left out a chuckle must to Colby’s disdain. As quickly as she let out said chuckle and saw Colby’s reaction she went back to a poker face of sorts, as Spencer continued speaking. COLBY SPENCER: As I was saying… a program that WE designed. That program is the EVOLUTION of wrestling as it keeps statistics for every single wrestler out there, it keeps track of their moves and how much time the use them. Their injuries and how healed they are. The program is so sophisticated in fact, that we can sit right here and look up my next opponent and KNOW exactly, how much time it will take for ME to win this match. Eli’s eyes opened in surprise, it’s not clear if that surprise came because of how unbelievable the program sounds or how confident Colby looks about said program’s flawlessness. Either way, Melanie started to look away from the camera, probably sensing Colby’s going to say something he shouldn’t, as Eli picks the microphone and asks another question. ELI ZAYN: I was about to ask that, myself. As you state on your Twitter account that you’re the Evolution of Wrestling. Is that just referring to the program you just described to us or to you as a wrestler? Colby proceeded to laugh, putting his right hand on Eli’s shoulder again, he grabbed the microphone and then spoke once more. COLBY SPENCER: Zayn, my friend… the Evolution of Wrestling is the whole package you’re seeing here. Is the Program, is Melanie and it’s ME. You see, with this flawless program WE have designed, with Melanie’s ability to think of every variant possible and my ability to study our opponents, there’s no way we’re not going to revolutionize the world of Wrestling. There’s no way, people won’t start turning their heads to see the great things WE have to offer inside that ring… and let me assure you this. WE are going to be remembered as the ones… who brought the FUTURE to wrestling… Melanie has the kind of “Oh Brother” look on her face, as she sees Colby taking the microphone away from Eli, meaning he’s going to speak much more than what he has already. She proceeds to facepalm, maybe anticipating what’s coming. COLBY SPENCER: So much in fact… that WE already know who our first opponent will be inside that ring. Who the first person to meet the greatness that is THE program, will be…. That’s none other than Cassius Reed himself. Eli, on the next Defiance… you, the fans and more importantly Cassius, will learn the wonders of statistics, the wonders of THE program. All of you, will learn the meaning of EVOLUTION in wrestling… when WE… show you… just… how… FLAWLESS… we can be… Just… YOU… WAIT! Colby then turns around flipping the microphone to Eli who almost dropped it. Spencer leaves the scene laughing proudly as Melanie doesn’t know what to do until Colby calls for her and she jumps and goes behind him running. ![]() PREVIOUSLY RECORDED The scene cuts to a different building with members of the Reapers In Pride biker club at the clubs hang out Elks Bar & Grill. Reapers Prez Lance Winters stood up with a pint of beer in his hand. He looked around to his Reaper brethren and smiled. LANCE WINTERS: WELL FELLAS tonight is the night we FINALLY GET OUR HANDS on them goddamn LORD FORSAKEN COWARDS for what they’ve done to us. THEY STOLE OUR BELTS. THEY TRIED to humiliate us. But… Lance chuckles as he looks around. LANCE WINTERS: THEY didn’t know JUST WHOSE DOOR they were knocking on now did they? WE’VE PLAYED IT COOL FOR FAR TOO LONG lately fellas and it’s about time WE GET out of that HAPPILY EVER AFTER funk. I don’t want these sumbitches thinking THEY GOT ONE UP on us. WE’RE THE fucking REAPERS. NO ONE ever has had one over on us. THESE FUCKERS need to be dealt with. I WANT THESE FUCKERS heads. And I want these sumbitches to know that THE REAPERS are the ones who run this here yard. Winters looks over to his recently released from prison brother Kyan. LANCE WINTERS: As you can SEE MY BROTHER has finally been let out so HE NEEDS A BIT OF CATCHING UP TO do on WHAT’S GOING ON but if you are all familiar with HIM, just like me HE’S ALWAYS looking for a GOOD OL’ ASS WHOOPING. He’s coming to the show with us tonight. MAKE SURE SHIT GETS HANDLED if these fuckers TRY ANYTHING. He looks over to Shelton. LANCE WINTERS: And Shelton. You get the first TASTE of these YELLOW BELLY DICKHOLES with that… He groans at the thought of Chance. LANCE WINTERS: That FAILURE to the cut SNOWMAN. But...I KNOW YOU WANNA GET YOUR HANDS on them, but I’M GONNA HAVE TO ASK that you leave it to CHANCE. HE WANTS HIS SPOT BACK in the club? Well that sumbitch IS GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING earn it. SHELTON MONROE: Fuck’em bruh, if you wanna let his rat ass in, fuck I look like tryna talk sense into niggas. Do you, I’ma do what I need to do… Monroe shrugs his broad shoulders and looks as irritable as usual. Not far away from Monroe was none other than HKW’s personal S.W.A.T team, Odyn Davel Balou III. ODB comes running out from behind the bar, pointing his finger back at all the liquor bottles. ODYN DAVEL BALOU III: OH SHIT! VOLKOV JUST RIGHT CLUB BITCH IN FACE AND KNOCK TEETHS OUT EVERY PLACE! FUNNY SHIT I AM JUST SEE THIS. Balou starts cracking up, obviously drunk as hell, not realizing that the brother of Lance Winters, Kyan, was standing directly behind him. KYAN WINTERS: Can SOOOOOOOOOMEBODY please get me an English to Balou translator, PLEASE! I WANNA LAUGH AT WHAT THIS FELLA IS SAYING, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE SHIT IS COMING outta his yap! ODB turns his head over his shoulder, and drunkenly pats Kyan on the head. ODYN DAVEL BALOU III: I get you this one day no problem. First I am to collect bitches teeth and see if any is gold. Balou scatters away, leaving Kyan with Shelton and Lance.. KYAN WINTERS: Soooooooooo what are we talking about tonight, fellas? TELL ME THE GOOD NEWS! AM I GOING TO GET MY HANDS DIRTY TONIGHT OR WHAT?! Lance chugs his pint of beer and nods. LANCE WINTERS: YES. I’M NOT putting it past those MCASSHOLES to not try ANYTHING . YOU BOYS keep YOUR NOSES AT THE READY. These fuckers aren’t WALKING out of that arena alive tonight boys. WE’RE GONNA MAKE SURE OF THAT TONIGHT. The scene begins to fade away as the men continue to drink getting ready for tonight's Defiance show. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena where Whisper stands ready to announce the upcoming match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen up next is for the Interbrand Gold Ring!!!!! 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, The interbrand gold ring holder "Satan's Protégé" Joey Miles The arena lights go dark as "The Final Test" begins to play and the large masked man as Harbinger pushes out through the curtain. He seems almost uncomfortable as he walks out onto the stage before he moves down the ramp at a frantic pace and rolls into the ring. Once inside, he pounds at the leather of his mask with closed fists and moves down to his chest. He continues to do so before moving to a nearby turnbuckle and huddles against it as if he is trying to hide. WHISPER VIPERI: And his way to the ring, from Wilke-Barre, Pennsylvania.... Harbinger! INTERBRAND GOLD RING MATCH Harbinger vs. Joey Miles(c) The match begins with Joey Miles charging Harbinger with a jumping forearm that connects with the big man causing him to take a step backwards. Joey begins to delivers some straight kicks to the left knee of the big man who drops down to his right knee. Joey quickly takes advantage hitting the ropes, spring back he hits a high knee lift right under the jaw of Harbinger sending him onto his back. Joey quickly drops down with a leg drop and into a cover. BRIAN MASON: Joey has clearly come in with the plan to finish off JEREMIAH MARKS: And no one gives a fuck, Mase. Harbinger is going to destroy him with sheer size and strength when he gets his hands on him. RANDY THE PILOT: Size is always going to be a factor for Joey, but he’s doing everything he can to overcome it ON-- Before the referee can even get to a one count, Harbinger sends the smaller Miles flying as he presses him off. Joey wastes no times as Harbinger gets to one knee, charging back over only to be caught around the throat. Joey’s eyes widen as Harbinger gets to his feet, grabbing Joey under his arm and biel's him into the near side ropes causing Joey to crumble down onto the back on his head. Harbinger walks over to Joey again reaching down he lifts him off the ground.Grabbing his opponent by the head once more he throws him across the ring with a headlock hip toss. Joey arches his back in pain, as Harbinger continues to stalk him. Joey slowly pulls himself to his feet in the corner only to have the monster slam into him with a hip attack in the corner. Harbinger turns quickly lifting Joey onto his shoulder. JEREMIAH MARKS: I don’t think he’s learned enough. I told you once Harby got his hands on Joey it would be over. BRIAN MASON: It’s far from over man, even if it’s not going Joey’s way now he could turn it around As Harbinger moves away from the corner, Joey somehow manages to wiggle himself free and down Harbinger’s back. Jumping up he grabs the back of Harbinger’s head and drives him face first into the mat with a facebuster. This enables Joey to gets to his feet watching his opponent try to shake off the damage. Joey flies forward hitting a running ddt on Harbinder planting him head first into the mat. Joey turns his head looking for a cover but amazingly enough Harbinder is rolling away from him. Before Joey can capitalize the massive man is already up to his feet, but leaning over slightly. Joey takes the opportunity to jump up on his back locking in a sleeper hold as he wraps his legs around him in a body lock. BRIAN MASON: I told you Joey wasn’t out of this! RANDY THE PILOT: You could be a little impartial here Brain. JEREMIAH MARKS: Yeah no fucking kidding Brian. Joey rocks back and forth trying to get a tight grip on the hold but somehow Harby manages to spin to the side allowing him to drop Joey with a side walk slam with all of his body weight crashing down on Joey with a thud, driving the air out of Satan’s Favorite Protege. JEREMIAH MARKS: WOW that advantage lasted a long time didn’t it Brian. BRIAN MASON: Still anything could happen. It seems like Joey can get some quick spurts of offense but everytime it looks like he’s going to take command of the match, Harbinder just uses his strength to tear control away. Turning over Harbinder looks like he might go for a cover but instead he begins to drive his head into Joey’s with reckless abandon. Joey begins to cover up cradling his arm over his head. Reaching down Harbinger grabs her by throat with his right hand, lifting him off the ground with ease. He lifts him up in the air over his head and drives Joey into the mat with big chokeslam. Dropping down Harbinder hooks the far leg with a cover. ONE TWO THHHRRREE--KICKOUT! No, Joey manages to get his shoulder off the canvas. JEREMIAH MARKS: How in the world did he kick out of that. BRIAN MASON: You can’t measure the heart of Joey Mile, Marks. RANDY THE PILOT: But is he just delaying the inevitable here? Harbinger leans down again grabbing Joey by the head and delivering a few more headbutts to him before lifting dragging Joey to his feet. Joey kicks Harbinger in the knee again causing the big man to move away enabling Joey to hit a haymaker of a spinning backfist that sends Harbinger down. BRIAN MASON: Holy shit what a shot from Joey. RANDY THE PILOT: No kidding he knocked Harby for a loop. JEREMIAH MARKS: Still can’t believe Miles is still even in this match. Joey races over grabbing Harbinger by the ring arm and locking in a fujiwara armbar on in the middle of the ring.. Torquing back he applies as much pressure to the elbow as possible. Harbinder looks to his side reaching out but quickly noticing he’s nowhere near the ropes .He tries to turnout of it but shifts his weight allowing himself to remain in control. Harbinger using his strength to stack up him up lifting Joey up high into the air as Joey clings to his arm. Only to be slammed into the canvas hard causing him to release the hold. Harbinger allow Joey who is still clearly dazed to get to his feet slowly. When Joey finally does, Harbinger backs him into the corner, then throws a back elbow to the side of Joey’s face causing his head to snap back. Then he proceeds to drive his shoulder into Joey’s midsection repeatedly as the referee starts the count. ONE Harbinger begins to bury his shoulder into the abdominal area with everything he has as the count starts. BRIAN MASON: Come on ref break it up. TWO JEREMIAH MARKS: He has a five count calm down Mace. THREE FOUR RANDY THE PILOT: Calm down Brian it’s coming to be okay either way. Harbinger backs away in an effort to not get disqualified. Joey stumbles out of the corner taking a big boot to the side of the head, which sends Joey to the mat as his momentum sends him head over heels onto his stomach. Harbinger looks down at Joey then leans down grabbing his arms and placing over his legs the grabs his face and locking in the camel clutch. BRIAN MASON: He’s got Joey in the rack, this could be curtains, I don’t even know if Joey can escape it. RANDY THE PILOT: This could do it as much as Brian would hate to admit it. JEREMIAH MARKS: Oh course it is guys, Harbinder’s got this. Harbinger pulls back causing Joey to scream out in pain. Wrenching back on the hold Joey continues to shout out. Joey starts to use his knees to crawl slowly towards the ropes. He forces himself closer to the ropes managing to wiggle his right arm free, grabbing the bottom rope to break the hold. ONE Harbinger doesn’t break the hold still wrenching back on Joey’s neck. JEREMIAH MARKS: HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE MAKE IT TO THE ROPES HOW?! TWO BRIAN MASON: No, no, come on let go already. THREE Harbinger finally releases the hold before he’s disqualified. Backing away Harbinger measures Joey up. JEREMIAH MARKS: This doesn’t look good, Looks like Harbinger is about to finish this shrimp off. RANDY THE PILOT: No kidding man, looks like Harbinger is going in for the kill. Joey crawls to the near corner using the turnbuckles to pull himself up, slowly pulling himself up he turns to see Harbinger charging. Joey side steps him sending Harbinger head first into the turnbuckle ducking behind him Joey rolls the big man up . ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner... and STILL Interbrand Gold Ring holder....JOEY MILEESSS!!!! Joey rolls out of the ring as the ref calls for the bell. As Joey holds his hands up in victory, he looks over at the timekeeper for his ring, but then the reality hits. BRIAN MASON: HE DID IT, Joey found a way to win this one guys! JEREMIAH MARKS: HOW IN THE FUCK BRIAN MASON: HEART, JEREMIAH! HEART! Miles rubs the sweat away from his face and looks directly at the hard camera, sending a message to Kaiden Hawke: "I'm coming for my ring, Hawke." After his words, Miles slaps the hands of a few fans at ringside and makes his way up the entrance ramp as Defiance cuts to an advertisement. WINNER & STILL INTERBAND GOLD RING HOLDER: JOEY MILES VIA PIN FALL (6:26) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 09:44 AM Post #5 |
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![]() The Defiance cameras go backstage where HKW board member, Selena King, is seen outside her office door on her cell phone. She listens in to whoever it was talking on the other end of the line, the expression on her face reading boredom. SELENA KING: Okay, yeah. I heard you the first five times, sir. I’ll make sure to forward the message to Brandon and Blake when I see them. Without another word spoken, Selena hangs up her phone and pushes open her office door to see SSWA and Air Lucha Libre talent, Adam Adonis, sitting behind her desk with his feet propped up onto it. SELENA KING: … Seriously? Selena snarls as she stomps her feet forward and rips her World Crown championship off of the desk. She looks at the centerplate before turning her gaze back toward Adonis. SELENA KING: If you would’ve smudged my title, I would’ve killed you. It took me a good three hours to get all the thumb smudges off there! Frustrated that Adonis was making himself at home in her office, Selena takes a few steps back and sits the SSWA World Crown championship on one of the other seats in her office, glancing back only to shoot Adonis a dirty look. SELENA KING: Why are you here? And don’t give me the Marshawn Lynch treatment, please. I’m not really in the mood right now. Adam chuckles before he puts his feet down and leans forward on the chair. His eyes centered on Selena as he cracks his neck before speaking. ADAM ADONIS: Boss, I won’t give you the Marshawn Lynch treatment, ‘cuz ‘am not under contract with either Defiance or Subversion… yet. So I can’t get finned, HERE. He then waits for his AIR boss and fellow SSWA wrestler, who was giving him one mean ass look, to say whatever she seemed to have right in the tip of her tongue. Adam knew she was probably going to diss him and rip him a new one by the look in her eyes, but he didn’t care, as he once more made himself at home in Selena’s office. SELENA KING: Right… so… Selena looks at every inch of her locker room, making sure Adonis didn’t steal anything, and shifts her focus back to the AIR talent. SELENA KING: Why ARE you here then? If you wanted to watch the show, the actual arena is that way. She points her finger toward the door. SELENA KING: There’s a bunch of fans, a big stage, and a real big ring! You won’t miss it! He looks at Selena and knew she was a bit suspicious about things. After all, the two had a working relationship, but the way Adam made business was enough to make anyone a bit cautious about him. He stands up and glances at Selena before speaking. ADAM ADONIS: I know, I know… I just wanted to see how thin’s worked ‘roun’ here. You know, get to meet backstage people an’ such. After all, SSWA to me was only to adapt. Then again, it was nice seein’ you ‘roun’... I have other business to take care off tonight. Adam taps on Selena’s desk before winking and turning his back on her. Adonis makes his way out of Selena’s office, leaving the AIR COO confused. SELENA KING: What the hell was that about? Not thinking too much into it, Selena pushes the camera team out of her designated office for the night and shuts the door in their face before Defiance transitions to another part of the arena. The feed cuts back to ring side, where relative HKW unknown, Terrance Pender is occupying the center of the ring, generating nothing more than murmurs from the Defiance crowd. TERRANCE PENDER: You know, I'm sure you've heard it a thousand times by now, but 2015 was a pretty big year for Hard Knox Wrestling. Among some of the hottest feuds the promotion has ever seen, we also saw the winner of the first ever Crowned Royalty Tournament. A lot of new faces came into the promotion and already staked their claim as stars of the future. I see guys like Levi Chambers, and it motivates me to be a better competitor. It lights a fire under me to see the company progressing, and I'm being left behind! Well not if Terrance Pender has anything to do about it! The young superstar pauses for a moment, but the audience actually giving him a smattering applause in support. TERRANCE PENDER: It's a new year, with new opportunities, and with the draft new faces and forms of competition! I refused to be looked over any longer! This year, the world will know Terrance Pender as future star as well! This is the year of Terrance Pender! Just as soon as Terrance could finish pouring his heart out, the crowd's attention was pulled toward the entrance way as the giant screen became illuminated, immediately beginning to rapidly flash multiple images of Subversion talent. BRIAN MASON: Speaking of the draft, looks like it's time for Defiance's next pick! The Knoxotron continues to quickly cycle through various Subversion wrestlers, the audience hushed in anticipation. The crowd doesn't stay silent for long as Defiance's newest superstar appears on screen, the audience immediately booing as the Knoxotron welcomes Aries Armadaist to Defiance. RANDY THE PILOT: OH FUCK NO! Immediately, Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupted over the P.A., the crowd's jeers only growing louder as the blonde haired Canadian came charging out from behind the curtain, making a B-Line for the ring. Leaping onto the apron and quickly ducking between the ropes, Aries comes nearly nose to nose with a wary looking Terrance Pender, snatching the mic from his hand as he stares down the young man with his usual snarl. Though his music gradually fades out, the fan's boos do not, something Aries was no doubt use to by this point. Still taking a moment, Aries steps back from Pender, taking a moment to look around the Defiance crowd; His new home, before his glare returned to Pender. ARIES ARMADAIST: I couldn't help but over hear you talking about... Being looked over. You actually came out here, grabbed a mic, and decided to waste everyone's time talking about how you are tired of being looked over and left behind... Someone actually gave you the FUCKING TIME OF DAY TO SPEW THIS NONSENSE! Aries' ever short temper was already beginning to show through, pausing of a moment as he rubbed his dirty, stubble covered muzzle as he continue to look Terrance up and down. Taking a step toward Terrance once again, Aries kicked his foot against his prosthetic leg. ARIES ARMADAIST: You're the little soldier boy, yeah? The one who lost a leg and figured it'd be a good gimmick? This blatant mocking of a US Soldier only fueled the audience's fire, their negative reaction to Aries only growing louder. ARIES ARMADAIST: I'll bet you had dreams of being a big star, didn't you... Terrance, was it? All bright eye'd and bushy tailed the day HKW officials offered you a contract, weren't you? But, it just hasn't been going the way you thought it would have, has it? Just one let down after another. Constant disappointment every time you even attempt to further yourself in a profession that you love. Something along those lines, Terrance? Aries pauses once again, now giving Terrance a chance to respond. But, Pender refuses to humor Aries, instead just continuing to eye him warily. Suddenly, Aries lurches forward, now once again nearly nose to nose with the war veteran. ARIES ARMADAIST: THAT'S BEEN ME FOR 10 FUCKING YEARS, TERRANCE! A fucking DECADE of constant disappointment to not only myself, but to anyone who ever FUCKING SUPPORTED ME! TEN-WHOLE-FUCKING-YEARS OF SPINNING YOUR TIRES IN THE MUD, AND GETTING NO WHERE! No matter how much I trained; how hard I tried, NO MATTER HOW MUCH BLOOD I HAD TO SHED FOR MY CRAFT, IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH! Until-Until....Recently, Terrance--pay attention. Until recently when I turned the life of one individual on it's head. Quite literally as a matter of fact.... That's when fate threw me a bone. That's when I was presented an opportunity to turn my career on it's heel.... And look at me now! Aries takes a step back, actually supporting a wide grin on his face as he stretches his arms out. ARIES ARMADAIST: I'M ON FUCKING DEFIANCE! The crowd makes sure to voice their opinion of Aries being on his new brand at this point. ARIES ARMADAIST: I can relate to your plight because I've been where you've been Terrance... But, if there's one thing I've discovered is it's a dog eat dog business.... The best way to over come the competition is to ELIMINATE the competition; that's the lesson that was taught to me not so long ago. So let me ask you this Terrance.... Do you truly believe this is going to be your year...? Aries looms closer once again, the two eyeing each other carefully as Aries reaches out to hand Terrance the microphone. Slowly and cautiously the young star takes it from the Canadian, slowly raising it to his mouth to answer. TERRANCE PENDER: Yeah... Yeah I do. This year is gonna be the ye I-- Before Terrance could even finish his thought, he was suddenly floored by one of Aries' headbutts to the nose. Immediately grasping his face, Terrance didn't even get an opportunity to comprehend what had just happened as Aries quickly followed up by viciously stomping on Pender's mid-section. The moment the young vet went to cover his abdomen, Aries' boots found their way to his cranium, now stomping on his head instead, continuing this assault as Terrance desperate attempted to defend himself; the camera's microphones managing to pick up Aries' berating the young man over the boos of the arena ARIES ARMADAIST: THIS IS HOW YOU START YOUR YEAR, TERRANCE?! THIS IS HOW YOU'RE GONNA BECOME A BIG FUCKING STAR?! LOOK AT YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING PATHETIC GIMP! THIS IS WHY YOUR FUCKING COUNTRIES BEEN AT WAR FOR OVER A DECADE! HEY KEEP SENDING SACKS OF SHIT LIKE YOU TO FIGHT! YOU COULDN'T EVEN PROTECT YOUR OWN GODDAMN LEG, LET ALONE YOUR COUNTRY! Aries finally ceases his attack with one final vicious stomp to the head, causing Terrance's head to bounce off the mat before laying motionless. Seething, Aries once again looked around the Defiance crowd, soaking in their hate for a moment before moving toward the ropes to exit the ring. Feeding one leg over the middle rope, Aries hesitated for a moment, seeming to stare off into nothingness as he sat on the middle rope; having only half way exited the ring. His gaze gradually drifted back over to the downed Terrance, who had now managed to roll over onto his stomach in his groggy state. BRIAN MASON: What's he doing? Someone get him out of there! Aries' eyes widened the longer he stared at his victim, watching him as he attempted to get his feet beneath him, now up to his elbows and knees. Aries suddenly pulled himself back into the ring and over to Terrance, bending over to wrap his arms over his waist and pull him to his feet, Terrance's head now between Aries' legs. Immediately the sound of the audience changed. Now going from pure unadulterated hate to desperate yelling. The yelling only grew louder as Aries' lifted Terrance vertically, now holding him in a Piledriver position. BRIAN MASON: ARIES, NO! With a sick thud, Aries sat out, driving Terrance's head into the canvas with his dreaded Piledriver, the audience groaning as Pender's limbs immediately went limp, the Canadian releasing him as his soldier's body fell into a motionless heap. Aries finally exits the ring, rolling to the outside as paramedics rush past him to get into the ring after him, carefully attending to Terrance's body, the camera's finally picking up one parting message of Armadaist: ARIES ARMADAIST: It's gonna be a good year. ![]() The transition comes in as Luke Wisia is seen walking through the backstage hallways, stopping at a corner, then looking around the place. He seems a bit confused as he continues down the hallways once more, then pauses again, and stops dead in his tracks. LUKE WISIA: What the fuck was I doin’......? He looks around and sees nothing that catches his eye as Wisia leans against the wall. LUKE WISIA: Man, I’m bored…. Wisia sees the catering table with all the people around it, thinking about making his way in that direction, but thinks against it. He leans against the wall again and slides down. LUKE WISIA: What am I doin’ with my life? I just got outta this manslaughter charge, I should be happy as fuck. He looks down on end of the hallway, then looks down the other end. LUKE WISIA: Who am I facin’ at War Ready? Who do I wanna beat the shit out of? Why am I not in a fuckin’ title match after gettin’ cheated in that cage match against Fel? Luke asks the questions, but doesn’t get any answers. He rests his head against the wall behind him and sighs. LUKE WISIA: This is…. pathetic. First time since comin’ back that I have no idea what the hell I’m doin’. This is bout the time I should be makin’ someone’s life a livin’ hell, but all I can think bout is how I should get another shot at that fuckin’ title that was taken from me. FELICITY THE FAVORITE! What a load of bullshit. We tied one to one and she scared to face me again… I deserve another shot. I can beat her... Wisia’s face scrunches up as he looks around again, then narrows his eyes as someone was in his vicinity. LUKE WISIA: What do you want? The scene shows Nicole curled up in a corner before turning her head noticing who on the opposite side of her. A smirk crosses her face as she overhears him talking to himself, before standing up and walks over to him. Nicole looks down at Luke before turning herself against the same wall he’s sitting against, sliding herself down sitting next to him. NICOLE HAMILTON: Well, I was trying to prepare myself for yet another exciting night of destroying Salem but I couldn’t help but overhear you talking. As much as I wanted to leave you be sulking in your mess on your hands right now….and trust me, I normally wouldn’t have a problem letting people sit alone and sulk in their misery… She looks over at him, before crossing her arms over her chest. NICOLE HAMILTON: You need me tonight just as much as I need you. You can continue to be mad at me for whatever you want, you don’t have to consider me as your friend, whatever. It is what it is at this point. You don’t want to hear me out, you don’t want to listen to what I have to say...but tonight it isn’t about that. Tonight it’s about winning. Tonight it’s about destroying Salem and making her life even more miserable then I’ve already been making it.. Nicole looks down the hall, before losing her train of thought. She sits there still for a moment, tilting her head to the side mumbling to herself. Wisia smirks. NICOLE HAMILTON: Because she deserves it...they all deserve it...they all deserve my boot stomping and squeezing their throats till they’re absolutely blue in the face gasping their last breathes just squirming to escape but it won't ever happen...not until their done...completely done… Nicole’s face snaps back into realization to where she was, before she turns and looks at Luke glaring at her. NICOLE HAMILTON: The fuck you looking at? Don't look at me like that. She snarls at him before shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: Regardless if you like me or not, that's you're own issue.. But tonight it's not about liking me. I want to make sure we are on the same page going into this match. I don't need any… She looks at him, shaking her head.. NICOLE HAMILTON: Worries going into this tonight… I'm not leaving that ring till I get what I want.. And that's Salem with a broken nose or shattered ribs.. She glares at him. Wisia starts to laugh. LUKE WISIA: You really think I give a single fuck bout winnin’ tonight? I was put on the same team as you and Fran, for WHATEVER GOD’S KNOWN REASON BEHIND IT! Winnin’ last Defiance was what I cared bout, not this shit. I’ve been overlooked FOR FRAN of all people! I continue to get ZERO credit for what I’ve done at Destiny. His eyes flare up at Nicole. LUKE WISIA: And you’re gonna sit there and try to criticize me as well? You tryna say my head ain’t in the game? Well, you’re right bout one thing. I. Don’t. Give. A. Flying. Fuck. You guys need me more than I need you. You act like you care bout this match, Nicole? You care bout Salem, that’s it. So let’s not sit here and pretend to CARE! You know how much this match actually means? Nada. Not shit. Not a iota worth of an elephant’s ass. I’m ashamed that it’s not a title rematch I’m gettin’, but this horseshit anyway. Luke looks down the hallway before turning his attention back to Nicole. LUKE WISIA: Luckily for you, I wanna rip Fel’s fuckin’ head off. I DESERVE ANOTHER SHOT! Mother fuckers actin’ like I ain’t done shit…. Blows my fuckin’ mind. But if goin’ out there and kickin’ the shit outta Fel is what I gotta do, then it’s what I gotta do. So please, save the lecture for someone who actually needs it. I don’t wanna hear it. At least you got somethin’ in the sights for War Ready. Me? Not so much. But I’m gonna go out there and get what I need to, like I always do. He stares at Nicole as they sit next to each other. LUKE WISIA: Any other words from the wise? If not, I gotta go prep myself to team with two crazy bitches against three other bitches that are pathetic as fuck. Talk bout one of the last things I wanna do on my fuckin’ list. Got a whole squad of friends in RIP I could be with, but no…. I get to spend my precious time with yall. Nicole glares at him, balling her hands into fists before not holding back and shouting. NICOLE HAMILTON: Overlooked? OVERLOOKED?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING OVERLOOKED?! I'VE BEEN OVERLOOKED MY ENTIRE GOD DAMN TIME HERE! She runs her hands through her hair, shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: Do you think I get any fucking sign of respect? NO. I work my ASS off and get nothing. I've worked my ASS off and don't even get noticed for ANYTHING. The ONE time I get something to call my fucking own it gets STOLEN from me by some old hag! So don't you dare sit there and try to tell me about being overlooked. She crosses her arms over her chest, before shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: This match matters to me because it's more of a reason to show each and every moron out there that I'm not someone to overlook. It's my chance to show Salem even more how much of a waste of space she is. It's my chance to show Ashley that she is nothing when it comes to this bloodlust picture. She smirks shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: You want more words from the wise? Here's some. You and I, aren't different. You can sit there and call me crazy all you want... But deep down inside you know you're just as bad as me. You are just like me and you know it... Only difference is while you're here sulking being miserable I'm actually planning on hurting the people that took from me. I'm planning on making examples out of them tonight….and I suggest you do the same. She says before cracking out a smile, shrugging her shoulders. NICOLE HAMILTON: And here's some more words for you. Why you have in your mind that I wasn't there for you when you needed it during your whole house arrest thing, where were you? I tried to come to see you. I tried to call and I tried to text you. Why? Because I thought you were my friend. What I said about you and I not being different, I thought you understood me more then anyone could say they did but the more I thought about it.. Where were you when I needed you? When I fell off the deep end? When I got my moment stolen from me? When I needed someone there for me when nobody else was? You weren't there. You didn't even make an effort. At least I can say I tried with you but you? You're just like all the rest who overlook me. Nicole says turning her head straight not looking at him, speaking in a dazed out tone. NICOLE HAMILTON: You overlook me and you never showed me any goddamn respect, Luke.... But like I said... You and I are almost the same person... And you'll see it soon enough. She spits out rubbing her hands together looking irritated. LUKE WISIA: You done? Wisia stands up and looks down to Nicole. LUKE WISIA: Let me answer that for ya. Yep, we’re done here. Askin’ a bunch of questions that you already know the damn answers to. Wisia starts to walk away before he turns around. LUKE WISIA: And for the record, this is the reason that none of this shit is gonna work. You and me might be a lil alike, but we sure as fuck ain’t friends. You cost us that chance a looooooong time ago. Not ME! YOU! You wanna not be overlooked anymore? Do somethin’ bout it… Fuckin’. Simple. He turns away and begins to walk off. LUKE WISIA: Like I’m gonna do. Just not with you. WIsia leaves the scene as Nicole is left sitting there to herself, glaring at Luke as he takes one last look over his shoulder. She takes her shoe off and slings it at Luke as he makes his way around the corner, the shoes bouncing off the wall as she missed, then glares at the wall in front of her. ![]() The scene fades back into the arena as Whisperi Viperi is seen in the middle of the ring ready to announce the next match of the night. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the upcoming match is an Tag Team Match!!! Hot mama from California The senorita, the reason these whores be up Pull me up, drink in a 40 up 45, 40 ounces in 40 cups Good nights, motherfucker, bad mornings, huh As "Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits the PA System lights begins to flash purple, white and black. Eva Castro is seen wearing a kabuki mask standing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips as she looks around to the crowd. She throws up the LA symbol with her hands and begins to head down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Los Angeles, CA......Representing HOD.....EEVVVVVAAAAAA CCASSSTTRRRROOOOOO!!!! While making her way down the ramp she looks over to the fans along it and smirks. She then stops in the middle of the ramp looking towards the ring. Standing there for a moment she takes it all in and rolls her neck. Eva begins walking down the rest of the ramp acting as if the fans aren't even there. As she reaches the ring she walks around to the side and slides in. After sliding into the ring she sits up on her knees and looks around to the crowd with a smirk on her face. She then gets up to her feet and walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans on it as she waits for her opponent. RANDY THE PILOT: From LAX representer to a member of HOD and apparently a follower of Sho Kojima as she wears the Kabuki Mask here tonight. JERMAINE MARKS: Eva disappeared out no where just like Sho Kojima did the episode before and with all that has been happening recently..It explains it all, slime. My nigga Sho done dicked this bitch down stupid. BRIAN MASON: Jesus, can you be anymore vulgar?! "I Hope You Suffer" blares throughout the arena as Rhys Baines slowly makes his way through the curtain, followed by some of his fellow HOD members. He is met with a round of boos before he slowly makes his way down to the ring, cracking his neck. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing, from Cardiff, Wales; weighing in at 222 pounds, representing HOD, he is RHYS BAINES! Baines reaches ringside and looks out at the audience with disdain before he slowly makes his way over to the steel steps. He makes his way up the steel steps and into the ring before he slowly removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside. Baines then shadowboxes as he paces in his designated corner, waiting for the match to start. "100 Black Coffins" by. Rick Ross hits the PA System and the lights begin to flash orange and black as RIP Prospect Shelton Monroe was seen making his way down the steps in the crowd heading towards the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Oakland, CA…..Weighing in at 230 lbs…...Standing at six feet and two inches tall….Representing the Reapers In Pride...SHELTON MONRRRROOOOEEEEEE!!!!!! As he reaches the barricade he wastes no time to hop over it and slide into the ring. He looked around the arena to the fans then stared across the ring over to Eva and Rhys. Got a red eye on got a red eye on I gotta red eye on Gonna bring it on, like a War Machine The opening notes of “Like A Machine” by Thousand Foot Krutch hit over the loudspeakers as the lights take a darker blue hue. The song plays out for a few moments before the heavy guitars hit and Chance steps out from the back to a chorus of boos. He pauses on the ramp for a few moments, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before heading down toward the ring, occasionally taking a moment to talk shit to a fan or two at ringside. WHISPER VIPERI: From Salt Lake City, UT….Weighing in at 200 pounds and standing at 6 foot three inches tall…. CHANCE FROST!!!!! He circles around the ring and slides in, getting up to his feet and heading toward the hard camera side, putting one foot up on the middle rope and leaning out over the top, throwing a fist in the air as he nods his head along with the music, jawing a little bit more before stepping down and heading to the corner to await the start of the match. JERMAINE MARKS: Aye the excluded bitch getting a chance to roll with the crew? Okay okay. RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe this is a chance for him to earn his way back into the club...Pun intended. Before the match begins the teams talk among one another to determine who was going to begin this match up. Chance and Rhys exit the ring onto the apron leaving Shelton and Eva to start things off. The referee then calls for the bell. TAG TEAM MATCH House of Dyspathy (Baines and Castro) vs. Reapers in Pride (Frost and Monroe) DING! DING!! DING!!! The moment the bell rings Shelton and Eva begin to circle the ring. Shelton smirks as he stands up straight and shakes his head. He turns over to Chance who looks confused as the prospect walks over to him and tags him in. Monroe then exits the ring and walks over to the nearby barricade to lean up against it with his arms crossed. Chance looks back at his supposed to be tag team partner confused and pissed as he yells at him asking what he was doing and what was going on. While distracted by Shelton just standing there with his arms crossed, Chance is hit with a Missile Dropkick in the back of the head from Eva Castro sending him flying off the ring apron. Shelton chuckles as Eva hits the ropes and hits a Suicide Dive on Chance who was starting to get back up to his feet. Eva gets up staring at Shelton to see if he was going to do something about her attacking Frost. But Shelton just stood there and shrugged. Eva shook her head and picked Chance up only to Irish Whip him into the steel steps to their left nearby the ramp. Castro turned her back on Shelton not worried about him anymore now that she seen that he wasn't going to be helping Chance out at any point. Chance was up to his knee trying to shake off the bugs from being attacked but his attempt to recover didn't last long as Eva came over kicked him in the ribs sending him right back down on the ground. The referee was heard telling Eva to get them back in the ring. She ignored him of course as she stomped on Chance repeatedly until she was ready to toss him back in the ring. Eva slid under the bottom rope to reenter the ring. She walked around the ring stalking Frost like a lion to her prey. Frost slowly started to get up as Eva then charged over going for a Leg Lariat, no! Chance dodges under and hits the ropes! As he comes back towards Eva he hits a Running European Uppercut. The fans cheered as Chance showed a sign of life. Shelton on the other hand didn't look too impressed as Frost earned himself a bit of breathing room from Castro. He looked over to Monroe while on one knee catching his breath wondering what was going on. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is going on here? Why isn't Shelton helping him?! Did this seriously turn into a goddamn handicap match?! HE'S JUST STANDING THERE?! WHY IS HE JUST STANDING THERE?! DO SOMETHING YOU BIG GOOF! JERMAINE MARKS: Shit slime. Here I thought they was giving this bitch Chance a shot at earning his way back into the club but nah. They ain't giving a damn about that nigga slime. They rather see this nigga get his ass beat than help his punk ass. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye at least he showing he still got some fight left though. It's still early, he might be able to hold Eva and Rhys off. Chance stands up to his feet and shakes his head at Shelton. He picks Eva up by her hair not caring about the ref's warning as he drags her over to a corner turnbuckle and begins to bang her head up against the turnbuckle before he pins her against it. The then begins to connect with a Boxing Combination and ends it with a vicious Elbow Strike. Chance looks over to Shelton and then over to Rhys as he then begins to let out some of his frustration on Eva by stomping down on here repeatedly until he bent over to pick Eva back up. He pulls her hair back and slaps her in the face before kneeing her in the gut setting her up for a Powerbomb. Chance lifts her up going for the Powerbomb but no! Eva reverses the move and hits a Hurricarana going for a pin. ONE TW--KICKOUT! Chance gets up quickly surprised at the reversal by Eva. Eva stands back up to her feet with a smirk on her face seeing she took the exiled Reaper by surprise. Rhys calls out to her and tells her to stop playing around. She nods to Rhys' order and charges for Chance. She goes for a lariat but Chance ducks under and turns around going to swing at her but Eva ducks under and counters with a karate styled kick to the midsection. She begins to kick him repeatedly until he was doubled over and hits a Bulldog to take Chance down. While down Eva smiles at Chance as he was starting to get back up and cartwheels over to him only to hit a Leg Trap Facecrusher! Eva then mounts herself on top of Frost punching him wildly before standing up to her feet yelling out "THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS" in Japanese which throws most people off except for Rhys who applauds her. Eva walks over to Chance and hits a Standing Moonsault for another pin. ONE TWO THRRR--KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Chance still very much alive in this one. And still...THAT SON OF A BITCH SHELTON IS JUST STANDING THERE?! WHAT IN THE FUCK?! JERMAINE MARKS: Hold up bruh...Did that bitch just speak Japanese? See. See I knew that nigga Sho did it. I always knew that nigga was a player ass nigga slime. He made a bitch disappear. Then he gave her that Samurai Schlong. And apparently the dick was so good she started talking Japanese. Bruh tell me that ain't some player ass shit slime!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: I don't think that's the kind of thing going on there bruh. See I think this bitch brainwashed. My theory is Sho pulled out a clock and hypnotized her ass. JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga that's the dumbest shit I done ever heard. Everybody knows them Japs don't know no damn magic. Eva slaps her hand on the mat and shakes her head as she thought she had Chance there. She gets up to her feet and brings Chance up with her. She hits a few chops to the chest then goes to hit the ropes as she seen how groggy he was. It would seem Chance had a spurt of energy as if he was going for a Sidewalk Slam once she ran back towards him but no! Eva instead its a Lucha DDT driving Chance's skull into the mat. Castro kicks herself up and runs towards the ropes to go for a Lionsault. On her way down Chance somehow gets his knees up causing her to come down on his knees. On the ground Eva holds onto her midsection as Rhys holds out his hand for a tag. Chance begins to crawl over to his corner but stops as he sees Shelton still leaning up against the barricade watching the match. Frost grimaces as he starts to get up to his knee slowly. Eva was seen starting to crawl towards Rhys to tag him in. But could she make it before Chance was up to his feet? Nope. Chance turned around and seen Eva crawling towards Rhys and started to go after her but...Rhys quickly got into the ring and laid Chance out with a running Bolo Punch. He then drags Eva closer to the corner before he gets back out onto the ring apron and tags himself in. Eva slowly rolls under the rope as Rhys get back into the ring and begins to stomp down on Chance not letting him recover. The fans boo at him and as he goes on the onslaught of stomps before the ref pulls him off. Rhys shoves the referee off of him and gets Chance up to his feet to only begin hitting several Bionic Elbows. But on the last Chance catches the elbow before it comes down and shoves Rhys away from him. Rhys stumbles back after be shoved back and Frost to his his very own set of striking combinations. It didn't take long for the two to begin brawling in the middle of the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: Chance fighting back slime! Even though he gon' get his ass whooped. He showing how much heart he got slime! BRIAN MASON: YEAH! TAKE THAT RHYS! YOU CHEATING FUCKER! Out of nowhere, Rhys racks the eyes of Chance and then drives his head into his knee. Rhys flips his hair back as he looks down at Chance in disgust. The ref gives Rhys a warning but he doesn't pay him much of a mind as he stomps down on Chance a few times before he takes Chance's arm and begins to focus on it as he elbows it a few times before driving it into his knee. Frost yelps out in pain holding his arm. Rhys takes it from him and stomps on it some before he goes down and locks in a Armbar. The referee quickly went to ask Chance if he wanted to quit but was told to fuck off the moment he asked. Chance reached of the the ropes but was too far. He began to crawl over to the ropes and reached back out to force Rhys to let go. Rhys held on until the ref got to five. The ref gave Rhys yet another warning as he got up and started to stomp away at the arm of Chance. He got Chance back up to his feet and hit a few chops to the chest before Irish Whipping him into a corner turnbuckle. He runs over looking to hit a knee lift to the head but no! Chance moves out of the way causing Rhys to run his knee into the turnbuckle. Frost then walks back over and hits a Northern Lights Suplex on him buying himself more time to recover. Chance slowly began to get up to his knee looking over to his empty corner and Shelton still there watching him. He winces a little at the pain in his arm and gets up to his feet. He walks over to Rhys to pick him up to his feet and punches him a few times before trying to hit a European Uppercut but no! Rhys ducks out of the way and Bolo Punch. Chance stumbles a little as Rhys then follows up with a high impact overhead punch to take him down. Baines then mounts himself on top of him and locks in the Family Lock! As he does so he stares over to Shelton watching him not do anything to help him. Frost cries out in pain but still Shelton does nothing. Rhys begins to laugh at the sight of Shelton not doing anything to help his partner. Chance begins to tap out causing the referee to call for the bell. DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners... Eva Castro and Rhys Baines... THE HOUSE. OF. DYSPATHY!! Rhys doesn't let go despite Chance tapping out. The ref tries to pull him off but Eva shoves him off letting Rhys continue to hold onto the lock. BRIAN MASON: COME ON GUYS, THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU WON THE MATCH! Shelton shakes his head and then sprints towards the ring. As he slides in Rhys breaks the hold and slides out of the ring with Eva laughing at Shelton as they backpedaled up the ramp. Shelton looks down to Chance and shakes his head as the scene fades away. WINNERS: RHYS BAINES & EVA CASTRO VIA SUBMISSION (9:33) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 09:54 AM Post #6 |
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![]() Just as Defiance returns from break, HKW co-owner, Brandon Banks, is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp with a microphone in his hand. The boos coming from the crowd drowned out whatever cheers Banks was receiving, causing Banks to look around at the audience and pull the microphone up to his chin. BRANDON BANKS: Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. The crowd doesn’t lay off the boos, causing Banks to continue. BRANDON BANKS: Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. I could do this all damn night, people. I run this show and that means I could hold this show up for however long I want, bruhs. The boos get even louder, bringing Banks to roll his eyes and go back to: BRANDON BANKS: Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up… Finally, the boo’s begin to die down, the fans realizing that Banks was dead serious about holding the show up. BRANDON BANKS: Good job, y’all. You’ve proven to be as smart as my dog and shown that y’all know how to listen to a command! Pat yourselves on the back! Banks gives them a sarcastic round of applause as he steadily paces down the entrance ramp. BRANDON BANKS: Now, see, I ain’t out here to waste y’all time. Nah, matter fact I’m tryna get this done as quick as possible because the last thing I want right nah is to be out here in front of you pieces of trash, bruh. Y’all don’t put nearly enough money in my pockets for me to come out here and grace y’all ninjas with my presence. For fuck sake, y’all should be on your knees, kissing my damn Jay’s for lettin’ y’all see me in the ring again at War Ready. But, nah… you people can’t do that, can ya? Can’t show me the damn respect I already earned before half of y’all here were able to buy a beer legally. Before some of y’all had your ugly ass kids! Banks chuckles, sighing into the microphone. BRANDON BANKS: But that’s another story for another day. What I’m here for tonight is simple. War Games. The fans pop at the mere mention of the blockbuster match coming up at War Ready. BRANDON BANKS: Zero and that bitch boy Syn think they got one over on me, and truth be told? They did. I wasn’t expection’ Syn’s punkass to rise up from whatever cemetery plot he was sleepin’ in and come to my company to try and teach me a lesson. Banks spins the microphone around in his hand before he continues. BRANDON BANKS: But he’s here and he and Zero both wanna whoop my ass, bruh. That shit me made me think -- damn, bruh. I’m really gonna have to think outside the box for this here jawn, feel me? Zero out here bringing some of my worst enemies to the party, so I gotta do the same shit, right? Banks chuckles, finally stopping the pacing down the entrance ramp. BRANDON BANKS: And what better night to do it than Defiance: Draft Day? Another chuckle from Banks as the crowd starts to put two and two together. RANDY THE PILOT: What’s he talking about, bruh? BRIAN MASON: I think we’re about to find out. Banks takes a moment to scan the crowd before he backs up a few steps and points back at the entrance entry. BRANDON BANKS: So without further adieu, join me in welcoming the newest member of the Defiance roster, and the first member of SQUAD…. The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “Reverie / Harlequin Forest” by Opeth blares out of the PA system, green spotlights beginning to swirl all across the arena. The LCD screen zones down from the heavens onto an field filled with high grass covering it and the wind beating against it…and at its center, there is one man standing and as he opens his way and lifts his head up, lightning strikes him down! As the lightning hits the man at the center, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, as Chris Strike emerges from the smoke, slowly stepping out into the limelight and soaking in the loud, mixed reaction from the fans as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up in the air, gradually staring up at it as the smoke emerges higher and pyros shoot out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring, ignoring any distractions in his way. BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! CHRIS STRIKE! CHRIS STRIKE IS COMING TO DEFIANCE! RANDY THE PILOT: Where he belongs, ninja! Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and into the ring, a Defiance t-shirt now being seen under the suit jacket he’s wearing as he and Brandon Banks exchange a nod before he motions for a microphone, observing his surroundings once he receives it as “Reverie / Harlequin Forest” fades from the PA system… CHRIS STRIKE: Draft Day is upon us, ladies and gentlemen...and actions speak louder than words. He motions for the cameraman to take a good look as he opens the suit jacket, allowing the Defiance t-shirt to be shown in full, as the crowd gave it its fair share of both cheers and boos before Chris Strike spoke up again. CHRIS STRIKE: And not to mention, yeah...you are looking at one of the men who will be at War Ready in War Games to give Zero McHannon the ass beating that he so righteously deserves. A louder reaction, mostly cheers at the concept of Chris Strike being a part of War Games and any boos? Those were due to the reality that he would be in Brandon Banks’ side in this particular war. Strike gives them a moment to settle down, waiting patiently against the ropes while Banks is yelling off-microphone for them to shut up already. CHRIS STRIKE: ...Now, the question is going to be “why in the world would you join Brandon Banks, given everything he’s been doing?” And you know what? I’ll tell you here rather than going on a Twitter rant like some people around this place take plenty of time of their day to do before half-assing their actual day job. See, Brandon Banks was the one who was instrumental in signing me to this company. A fair deal for a year, nothing that would break the bank, no guaranteed money, encouragement to perform well for bonuses and the like. A similar offer to what the office here has given to guys and girls like Aries Armadaist, Nicole Hamilton and Jimmy Page for one year. But of course, that also involves competing and being a part of this place...something that Zero McHannon hasn’t seen fit to let me do since my arrival because, once upon a time, I was a dick to him on a continuous basis - and vice versa - in a company that has now closed its doors for good. Zero thinks what he watched on television while he ran away from that particular company would suddenly start happening here, so he decided to get in my face, he decided to take me at a particular stage in my career and decided to try and fuck with my livelihood in the process. So what happened at Destiny? That was my moment of Defiance, if you will. That was the moment where I made a point at the expense of three other men and a Global Title Contendership match to send a message that Zero McHannon should heed loud and clear. The cameras move over to a close-up shot of Chris Strike’s face. CHRIS STRIKE: You don’t fuck with my livelihood! You don’t fuck with the one thing that I enjoy doing above all. So yeah, the reason I’m in for War Ready? It has to do with the fact that I get to kick the living shit out of you, Zero McHannon. Because God knows you have had this coming for a long, long time now. See, whatever’s going on between you and Brandon? That’s between you two. I’m here to fight you and to fight whoever the fuck else gets in my way that’s on your team. Like Syn, for example. The so-called “legendary” Syn, the guy who is better known for the fact he’d live tweet every bit of his relationship rather than any in-ring merits. That basic bitch was practically responsible for perhaps one-half of the worst feed in social media for years running now along with Brytain Rollins' bubblegum shitting asshole. So, quite frankly, if you try to get in between me committing some good old fashioned violence on McHannon’s overzealous, egotistical ass? I’ll stomp your head through the goddamned mat and SMILE about it, Syn! And that goes for EVERYONE ELSE ON THAT TEAM, whoever you may be! With that, Strike drops the microphone and shakes hands with the HKW co-owner. The crowd begins to boo both men heavily as Banks points at the hard camera, smirks, and says “gotcha” - more than likely directed at Zero. BRIAN MASON: I can’t believe it. Chris Strike is the newest member of Defiance, and he s going to be on team… Team SQUAD? RANDY THE PILOT: Damn right, Mase! Business just picked up! JERMAINE MARKS: Strike just made a deal with the devil, and it might just be the smartest thing he’s done in his short HKW career. The nigga is set for life. Banks and Strike talk among themselves before they walk up the entrance ramp. Banks teases the fans near the ramp, while Strike simply smirks and keeps his steady pace up the ramp as the Defiance cameras transition to another part of the arena. ![]() Cameras make it backstage where the No Limits champion is shown moseying down the hallway. She was finally in her ring gear, looking as if she were on a mission to find someone. FELICITY BANKS: Please don’t run into Fran or Luke. Please don’t run into Fran or Luke. She continues repeating those words over and over again until she turns the hall and walks right into the Bloodlust champion, Ashley Sullivan. FELICITY BANKS: Whoaaaaa! Well here you are! I was literally just on my way to your locker room right now because there’s a fat guy knocked out in mine. He’s slobbering and -- She quivers. FELICITY BANKS: -- just yuck everywhere. Talking about the infamous pigeon man she Bank Shot earlier, Fel shakes the thought out of her head and adjusts her No Limits championship around her shoulder. She then glances down and focuses her attention on the newly redesigned Bloodlust championship held in Ashley’s hand. FELICITY BANKS: Ooooooh. New belt’s pretty. Kinda makes me wanna look more into this grand slam thing and get it over with. Felicity jokes, nudging her former tag team partner with her elbow. FELICITY BANKS: I’m joking, I’m joking. Too many tattoos on this body for me to risk bleeding all over the place in some barbed wire ropes match or something crazy. Ashley laughs at her friend’s joke about challenging for her title. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Too much invested in that real estate huh? That’d be kind of crazy match really. You’d sure as hell give me a better fight than any of these losers in this match soon. Just a bunch of people wanting to be like me but not anywhere near where I am. Looking down at her own shoulder than to the No Limits title belt, Ashley goes back and forth a couple times before laughing again. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Hey, talk about deja vu. Knew it was a matter of time a camera would get a shot of us together with belts again. Fel glances at the No Limits championship in her possession before she looks back over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. FELICITY BANKS: Okay, so… I know you and me are gonna be alright in this match tonight since we’ve teamed before, but I really can’t remember if I ever teamed with Salem? I think we’ll be able to work around that, but then there’s that whole you two -- She points at the Bloodlust title. FELICITY BANKS: -- purge, Bloodlust, tried to kill each other a few months ago thing. You two think you could, you know, squash any unresolved issues you may or may not have before our match? I really, really, really don’t wanna hear Fran or Luke’s mouths if they somehow get the W tonight. Do you know painful that would be on the ears? The No Limits champion throws her hand over her forehead. FELICITY BANKS: And I’d be the one who has to hear damn near all of it! Ashley looks down at the Bloodlust title belt, giving it a protective pat as she would to reassure a child. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Considering I want to beat those two almost if not as much as you, I’m good on my end. Fran’s fake ass shouldn’t have got anywhere near Crowned Royalty and that’s my fault. And Luke, well that’s just an itch that just never goes away it’s like. Besides, I think Salem wants to get her hands on the crazy bitch more than even this title. Just then Salem comes around the corner with a big smile on her face, eyes wide she mugs for the camera only slightly walking up between them. SALEM CARTIER: Hey hey ladies! I heard you all talking about belts. You'd think I'd be developing a complex, being the only one on the team without one, but check it out…. She motions toward her waist, showing off a black leather belt with silver accents and a big crescent moon belt buckle. SALEM CARTIER: Now, I know it's not as impressive as you two, but this is my NEW belt. Totally picked it up at SEARS, buy two, get one free sale. Shout out SEARS! *ahem* All kidding aside, Ashley… you got nothing to worry about with that Bloodlust title and myself. I only purged Nicole because I felt she needed a wake up call. Kinda backfired on me so far, huh? Remember, I strapped that title around your waist when you won the Fatal 4-Way, Ash. And if I were to go for it again, I would challenge you for it in advance, up front, face to face. She smiles and faces up to Ashley, before shaking her head. SALEM CARTIER: But that's not tonight, Ashley. The focus is on Nicole… and Luke… and Fran. We got the fortunate or maybe unfortunate task of taking on three of the biggest mouths on Defiance and HKW in general. But hold up… Looking back at Felicity, she points at her. SALEM CARTIER: Hey Fel, let me see your hand. Hold it up here. Same for you, Ash. Okay, now make a fist, both of you. The camera sees the women, each making a fist holding them side by side. SALEM CARTIER: Just what I thought, I think these fists will look pretty good saying hello to their big mouths, what do you think? Felicity looks at her fist, then at Ashley’s, and finally at Salem’s. She gives it a shrug of the shoulders before looking up at Salem and saying: FELICITY BANKS: Yah, tested these fists out on Fran and Luke a time or two before. Definitely good at shutting their mouths up at least temporarily. After her words, Felicity glances down at Salem’s belt. FELICITY BANKS: That is a cute belt, though. Ashley pats only her eyes with a shrug of her shoulders. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I'm glad you two have a common ground with fashion. And at least we can agree that we need to shut up this trio of big mouths. Not to mention me and Fellerz know a thing or two about tagging together. But I'll catch you guys in a bit. I want front row seats to see who's gonna be challenging for this. She motions with the Bloodlust title belt as she looks at both Salem and Felicity before walking away. Fel turns her attention back to Salem and gives her a shrug. FELICITY BANKS: You hungry? Heard they have Auntie Anne’s pretzels at catering this week and I want like… fifty! Salem looks at her, tapping her chin. A big smile crosses her lips. Sal throws an arm around her shoulders. SALEM CARTIER: You know, Fel… you and Ash may have been a tag team, but I think you and I can tag team… the catering tables! First we get pretzels, and later in the ring against those knuckleheads? We get salty! Leggo! The two walk off out of camera view as the backstage scene ends. ![]() The camera cuts backstage, showing one half of the former tag team champion Reaper Rain, Xavier Asher Daniels, sitting near the entrance to the parking lot. He looked focused, more focused than he's been in months as the time ticked closer and closer to the Main Event of the evening. Pushing himself up to his feet, the eccentric wrestler began talking to himself as he paced back and forth. He seemed a little jittery as he tried to pump himself up and get ready mentally. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: C’mon, Xavi… You just need to focus and hold it together for one night. Just ONE night and you're wearing gold again. That's all you need to do… He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice that someone had walked in on the scene. LANCE WINTERS: XXXAAAVVIIEERRR!!!! Xavier turns to see the Reapers In Pride President and his tag team partner Lance Winters standing there with a big grin on his face. LANCE WINTERS: LOOK AT YOU with the eye of the TIGER. I like that. I like that. He walks over in front of Daniels with a serious expression on his face now. LANCE WINTERS: Because you know exactly what has to happen tonight don’t you? WE’RE NOT JUST GOING IN THERE TO take bake out titles. WE’RE GOING TO TAKE THOSE dicks’ heads off. BITE EM RIGHT OFF like a ZOMBIE HOOKER SLUT you met on ELMS STREET. Winters plants his hand on his shoulders. LANCE WINTERS: This is what we’ve been waiting for Xavier. The Reapers will be Raining tonight my friend. XAD makes a face at Lance’s words, scrunching his nose slightly. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: … Can't I just beat their heads in with a high heeled boot instead? Shaking his head, Daniels gave a serious look in return as he looked up at him. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: But you're right either way… We're not going to just sit here and be satisfied with taking back what's rightfully ours. I want to leave both… No, I want to leave ALL of them in that ring, hurt and beaten. Not just for what happened at Destiny or anything else, but because they thought they could get away with it. He reached up, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder as he looked at him in disbelief. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: They thought we were just gonna drop it all or be afraid of them. Like we wouldn't want somebody's head after that?! With a devious smile etched on his face Lance giggled as he looked onto his tag team partner. LANCE WINTERS: HEHEHEHEHE. That’s exactly what I LIKE TO HEAR. THAT’S exactly what I wanted you to say BUDDY. He nods for a moment as he looks onto Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: These WITTLE KITTENS are going to wish they never FUCKED WITH Reaper Rain. THINK THEY CAN TAKE OUT DAMN TITLES!? THINK they can PULL A FAST ONE ON US?! OOHHHHHHHH HAHAHA NO NO NO BUCK’O!!!! Lance shoves Xavier in the chest getting hype now. LANCE WINTERS: THEY WANT A PIECE OF US?! LET’S SHOW THOSE sons of bitches JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE RAIN CUMS spitting out OF THE REAPERS COCK ON A SUNDAY NIGHT! Daniels again made a face, but couldn't help laughing as he nods in agreement with Winters. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You know what? Yeah… YEAH! I’M READY FOR THIS! We're going out there, taking no prisoners, and leaving no survivors when we take back OUR tag team championships! Winters wraps his arm around Xavier’s neck and looks around making sure no was around to hear. He then begins to whisper in Xavier’s ear. LANCE WINTERS: And if they don’t like it...I gotta rabid sum’bitch stopping by. The scene begins to fade away as Lance tells Xavier more about this “friend”. ![]() The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him. He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms and shouting "Reborn" before hoping down onto the floor. WHISPER VIPERI: From the City of Philadelphia, Brian Stryker! 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! A blast of dissident sound hits the PA all at once, pounding into the eardrums of anyone who would listen. "Schema" by Circa Survive's rhythmic lyrics soon follow, the vocals piercing through the air. The anthem continued to croon, a haunting melody that caused the world to stop and stare at the man who slowly crept his way onto the stage with a stone faced expression across his stoic features. A few pockets in the crowd let out a mighty roar of approval, cheering for the man making his way to the ring with such a cold disposition that it chilled the arena, an indifference impossible to describe. His name was hardly remembered, however, Kaiden Hawke's intangible presence spoke volumes to anyone watching, his neck clicking to the side, an inaudible crack leaving his joint. The walking vessel's eyes swung to and fro across the arena landscape, examining every sight and every sound he could absorb. A faint smirk crossed his face as he approached the steps, the song still hungrily following him. Step by step, he climbed the steel steps, expression solid once again, and walked along the apron. Climbing into the ring with a business-like air to him, he kept his attention towards his corner of the ring, wasting no time at all beginning to cling to the two perpendicular adjacent top ropes by his elbows, arching his back slightly to relax with a measure of patience adorn his face. The music began to die down, just another day at the office, while Kaiden simply rested in his corner of the ring, eyes darting lazily back and forth between the referee and the stage to his right. WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, from Seattle Washington and weighing in at 253 pounds... KAIDEN HAWKE! The infamous theme song of Sho Kojima plays over the pa system, the crowd waiting on the arrival of the Japanese star. He comes out onto the entrance ramp complete with a Kabuki mask worn on the back of his head. He’s showered with boos but doesn’t let the crowds negative reaction phase him as he continues his steady pace down the entrance ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Tokyko, Japan… SHOOOO KOOOOJIIIMAAAAA! Sho hops onto the apron with his knee and enters the ring. He takes a long look at the crowd before throwing his arms out to his sides, eating up the crowds jeers. He takes his jacket off and removes the mask and sets it on the corner . He taunts the crowd one last time before turning his attention to the task at hand. BRIAN MASON: Thank you for joining us on the announcing team, Ashley Sullivan. Looking forward to seeing you defend your title against one of these men at War Ready. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Hopefully you’re looking forward to seeing me defend it, as much as I’m itching to get into the ring and defend it. INA INA: Nobody wants to watch these chicken fights. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That’s not what people were saying at Destiny, now were they? BLOODLUST #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH Brian Stryker vs. Brad Kane vs. Sho Kojima vs. Kaiden Hawke DING! DING!! DING!!! The bell starts to go off as all four opponents are looking at opposite ends of the ring to see who makes the first move. It’s Brad Kane who blasts Sho from the side while he wasn’t looking, both falling quickly to mat as Sho tries to roll out of the ring, but it’s no good as Brad latches on to roll out with him. Brian Stryker and Kaiden Hawke turn to each other and start to throw the punches, trying to be the first one to get the upperhand in the middle of the ring while the other two are fighting on the outside. BRIAN MASON: So, Ashley. Since you’re the champion, anyone in particular you want to see become the number one contender? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I want the winner. Whoever wants this the most will come out on top, and that’s who I want. Bring on the best. INA INA: Typical answer. Stryker drives down Kaiden to one knee and delivers a dropkick to the man, knocking him through the middle ropes and to the outside. Then out he looks around before hitting the ropes, then diving over the top rope and nailing a crossbody splash on all three men on the outside! Kane and Sho were blindsided from behind as Kaiden catches the dive with the majority of his weight. Stryker is the first to feet and slides back in under the bottom ropes, hitting the ropes again to go for another crossbody dive! But it’s Sho Kojima who rises up first and blasts Stryker in the face with a chair that he grabbed from under the ring as Brian as coming down with another attempted move, then having to roll off towards the barrier holding himself in pain. Sho rolls Kane back into the middle of the ring as he slides in right behind him, chair still at hand as he motions for Brad to climb back to his feet. He delivers a swift hit to the gut with the chair and smacks Kane as hard as he possibly can in the back with it, driving him to one knee. Sho throws the chair down to the mat and DDT’s Kane square on the chair, then rolling him over to his back to attempt the pinfall. ONE! TW-BREAK! Kaiden reach under the bottom rope and pulls Sho off the pin as he starts to climb the ropes to get back into the match, rolling in a light tube before climbing. Sho runs towards Kaiden, but it thrown to the corner of the ring with a hip toss. Then it’s Stryker who slides back in under the bottom rope, but is put right back down with drop toe hold! And when Kane takes his chances, it looks like Kaiden is going to execute a belly to belly suplex, but Kane refuses to budge. Brad then drops Kaiden on the light tube with a snap suplex of his own that causes Kaiden to arch his back and roll out of the ring to recover. Kane is motioning to Kaiden as he is up against the barrier, but turns around to a double big boot from both Stryker and Sho, before they turn their attention to each other. Stryker sees Show reaching for the chair and throws him away from it with an arm drag, locking in an armbar right afterwards when he notices that Kane and Kaiden are both in pain and not paying attention But before Stryker can lock the hold in tighter, it’s Kaiden from behind with a backstabber! Then he turns his attention to Sho, but is smacked right in the side of the head with a piece of the light tube that was leftover in the ring! Kane pulls Sho out of the ring from under the bottom rope and rolls in himself, seeing Kaiden groggily standing back to his feet and hits a tiger suplex right on the shards of glass, keeping the leg in a pinfall hold. ONE! TWO T-KICKOUT! Kaiden kicks his legs wildly to break the pin before the three fall as Kane rolls on his stomach and scanning the ring for the other opponents. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Brad Kane showing some heart. Maybe his mission will ring true? JERMAINE MARKS: Eh, maybe not though. BRIAN MASON: Kane has been on a mission for the Bloodshed for a bit now, until Sho stuck his nose in the wrong place. Kane stands back to his feet as Stryker and Sho are both entering the ring again, all three men looking at each other, but Stryker eases towards the chair and has it in his grasp. Sho ignores Brian and runs towards Kane while his head is turned, hitting a rising knee lift right to the side of the head! Sho turns around to find Stryker, but it Stryker brings the chair up with his legs and hits a surfing DDT to Sho that cases him to go tumbling through the middle rope, Brian reaching out to try and get a grasp on his opponent, but he’s already on the outside! Brian slaps the mat in frustration, seeing a pinfall slip right out of hands, but turns around to a discuss clothesline from Hawke! It nearly takes Stryker’s head off as he turns inside-out! Kaiden is there to lift a leg in a pin attempt as the referee drops to the mat and begins counting! ONE! TWO! T-BREAK! Kane throws a shoulder into the pin to break it up just in the nick of time as the referee stands up holding two fingers towards the crowd. Sho on the outside throws in some hammers into the ring as he is glaring at Kane, who is standing in the middle of the ring, and slowly bends over to pick up one of the hammers. Sho slides into the ring with a hammer of his own as he tries to throw the first punch, but it misses and Kane smacks him right in the side of the head with a hammer, dropping Sho to his stomach! Sho is using the ropes to climb back to his feet, but Kane is there to deliver the Killshot!..... No! He dodges out of the way just in time and rolls towards the other corner, still feeling it in the head as Kaiden grapples up Kane from behind, looking for a suplex, but Kane refuses to budge and stays grounded. INA INA: I think Kojima is feeling it after that shot to the head from the hammer. Shame shame. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Let’s see you take one of those and see how you feel, Ina. INA INA: I’ll pass, Ashley. That’s your job…. Champ. Kane flips Kaiden over his shoulder and… Killshot! It puts Hawke right down as he reaches up to his face and wipes away the blood! Kane rolls Kaiden over to his back and hooks a leg for the pin! ONE! TWO! TH-BREAK! Stryker is there to break up the pin with a double fist to the back of the head, then throws Kane through the middle of the ropes, turning his attention to Hawke, who is still down, until he sees Sho slapping a table that he had set up on the outside. Stryker looks like he’s going to attempt to challenge Sho, but Kane clotheslines Kojima from behind while he isn’t looking and throws his opponent shoulder first into the barrier! Sho stands up, but Kane DDTs him onto the steel steps behind them, busting Sho right open! Kane turns around, and laughs at Sho while he backsteps into the table behind him. Air Strike from Stryker that puts Kane awkwardly right through the table that he stumbled into! ASHLEY SULLIVAN: All that fighting between Kane and Sho, and they forget about Stryker. BRIAN MASON: That will happen when you got two people that each other as much as those two do. JERMAINE MARKS: No excuses. Stryker and Kane are both in pain from going through the table, causing Hawke to now be the only one standing in the middle of the ring. He rolls out of the ring and looks underneath to pull out a baseball bat, slowly walking towards the downed Stryker and Brad. Stryker is the first one to slowly get back to his feet with help from the barrier as he turns around to get smacked right in the face by the bat! Blood sprays the fans as Brain goes down like a sack of bricks, then it’s Sho who smacks Kaiden in the back of the head with a frying pan, before rolling him back into the ring. Sho looks like he’s going to roll back into the ring, but then he turns around and turns his attention to Kane, pulling the man back to his feet. He looks to throw Sho into the audience, but it’s reversed as Kane is the one to send Sho tumbling over the barrier. He walks away a few steps to get himself together, but Kojima launches himself off the barrier with a flying elbow that sends Kane stumbling over the rampway. Kojima tries to mount Kane with punches, but it reversed as Kane body slams Kojima onto the hard steel of the rampway. Hawke back in the ring looks to Stryker as Brain slides back in, hitting a running corkscrew neckbreaker, but then has to turn his head when he sees Joey Miles walking around the side of the ring! He holds up the ring that Hawke left at ringside, then starts to make his way up the ramp with his own property with a smile on his face, but Kaiden is smiling right back at him before he starts to laugh. Miles makes his way past the fighting Sho and Kane, who have made their way to the top of the stage, Kane throwing Sho right into the lights and cracking them. While Kaiden is laughing at Miles, it’s Styker from behind with the Stryke Out! He rolls Kaiden onto his back and hooks a leg! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE! DING! DING!! DING!!! ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Here is your winner... BRIAN STRYKER! The referee signals for the bell as Stryker barely rolls of Hawke and wipes the blood from his face. BRIAN MASON: Well, there you have it! There’s your number one contender to the Bloodlust Championship, Ashley. INA INA: You have fun with that. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Excuse me while I go “congrat” the new contender. Sho and Kane are still battling it out at the top of the rampway, ignoring that the bell went off for the end of the match as they’re still trying to get the upperhand on one another. The security team walks out from backstage to break them up, keeping them separated, then forcing Sho to the back while they pull Kane off to the side of the stage. Back in the ring, Sullivan has slide under the bottom rope and pulls Stryker back up to his feet by the arm before she just glares at him after a hard fought match. While she is looking at Brian in the middle of the ring, blood drips of his chin…. and she raises the Bloodlust Championship right up in front of him, holding it above her head and nodding ever so slightly at Stryker before the scene cuts away to black. WINNER and NEW #1 CONTENDER TO THE BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP: Brian Stryker via pinfall (10:13) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 10:02 AM Post #7 |
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![]() Eli Zayn is seen walking through the halls of the backstage area before he stops, spotting the person he was looking for. Zayn moves forward and the camera pans over to show him approaching Colton Sterling, who has his head down and is tying the lace of his boot. Eli clears his throat and Colt finally looks up, showing off the black eye he’s sporting. Zayn stares right at the bruised eye before he points at it. ELI ZAYN: Can I ask- COLTON STERLING: No. Go away. But Eli presses on. ELI ZAYN: Colt, you weren’t even at Crowned Royalty. Why would you- COLTON STERLING: I didn’t show up because I wasn’t booked. Now stop asking me questions and go away. As soon as Colton goes back to tying his left boot, a third person steps in; the HKW World Heavyweight champion, Jack Warren. Zayn sees Warren and rolls his eyes, but Jack spots this and decides to annoy Eli a little more by ruffling his hair. JACK WARREN: Don’t you be giving the HKW World champion of the world that eyeroll, you question asking little bitch. Now, get the fuck outta here. Little Colt over here doesn’t want to answer none of your stupid ass questions and I’m getting sick of just looking at that thing you call a face. Eli sighs before he turns around and walks off, annoyed at the verbal abuse Jack just hurled his way. After Eli leaves, Jack turns towards Colt with a grin on his face. JACK WARREN: You know, when the top champion of this company is in your presence, you stand up and face them. Colt looks up at Jack and shakes his head. COLTON STERLING: Considering both you and Emilio are giant pieces of garbage who had to cheat and don’t deserve to hold the gold that you hold, Felicity Banks is the top champion in this company. And since I don’t see her anywhere around here, I think I’ll stay sitting. Jack chuckles. JACK WARREN: My my. Someone is in a bad mood. Is it because that thing we call a Bloodlust champion broke up with you? This seems to strike a nerve as Colt quickly gets to his feet and gets face to face with a smiling Jack. The angered young man clenches his jaw and his fists as he holds back on beating Warren up. COLTON STERLING: You talk a lot, but we both know that when we get in that ring tonight, I’m going to beat you from pillar to post and I’m going to pin you. Warren scoffs. JACK WARREN: You aren’t gonna do a damn thing. In fact, I’m so confident that I can beat you tonight that I’m even willing to make this deal with you. If you somehow, somehow, get the wrestling version of a hail mary and beat me, then I will give you a shot at MY World championship. If you pin me or make me tapout tonight, I will give you a chance to take this belt away from me at War Ready. Sterling nods before he taps the title slung over Warren’s right shoulder. COLTON STERLING: That sounds fine by me, Jackie. Make sure you spend as much time as you possibly can with that title after I beat you tonight, because at War Ready? I’m going to become the brand new HKW World champion and cut this bullshit reign of yours short. Colt then walks off and Jack stares at him for a few seconds before he lets out another scoff. JACK WARREN: It’s adorable that he thinks he stands a chance. Oh, well. Gotta crush some dreams tonight, I guess. Jack then heads off to the opposite direction before the show cuts elsewhere. ![]() The scene fades to the backstage area where Zero McHannon and Syn are sitting across from each other. Syn has a distant look in his eyes while McHannon is looking at his own hands, slowly raising his head to the man who would be in his corner in the War Games match scheduled for War Ready. ZERO MCHANNON: For a while I thought this was going to be an uphill battle the whole time. I’ve known people who want to get their hands on Brandon, but this is more important that just “getting their hands on Brandon”, or “wanting in a War Games match”. Zero paused for a moment, looking off to the corner of the room. You could tell that he was still a bit undecided about Syn. ZERO MCHANNON: I think I can trust you, Syn. At least trust you to do the right thing, but I just want to be completely sure. This time around there’s no torturing his family members. There’s no getting to the people he loves just to send a message. We’re here to send the message to Brandon Banks and Brandon Banks only. But I have to know… Why? After all these years you were the first one to come to my aid, and it’s not because it’s me. We’ve never worked with each other before now. Tell me how I can trust you. McHannon continues his gaze at Syn as he shuffles around in his seat. SYN: You can't. Syn had to resist the urge to smirk at the look of surprise on Zero’s face, from his answer or how blunt it was he couldn't tell. Leaning forward, eyes staring piercingly up into Zero's. SYN: Mr. McHannon, you're right in assuming that I'm not doing this because of you. Or because of any notions that aligning with you would be considered the right thing to do. But the one thing that you can have a bit of faith in is that I always do what is best for my own interests. If it serves me well on any level, then nothing on the planet will stop me from seeing it come to fruition. He leans back some. SYN: As for the why… Well, I do this for a number of reasons. Because much like Brandon, I loathe the idea of having loose ends that need to be tied up. Because retirement has left me a bit bored and the thought of entering as dangerous a situation as this again fills me with excitement… He looked away, twitching slightly. SYN: And perhaps a small part of me still wishes to aid someone who I at one time considered the only “Friend” I had, even if it means planting my boot onto his throat to get my point across. McHannon shifts in his seat after hearing what Syn had to say, and gave a nod that he decided it was a good enough answer for him. ZERO MCHANNON: This War Games match isn’t going to be easy, I’ve been in one before. Just one, and it about made me rethink my entire career. It’s hell in a box. It can ruin careers. It can also make them, but you have to survive the match first, before any of that is possible. We’re here to stop Brandon before he gets any worse. If he’ll turn on his best friend over the years, it’s hard telling what he’ll do next. Even Gambino…. That makes Zero stop talking for a few moments as his face forms pure hatred for what happened to his manager, who was still in rehabilitation for his voice. ZERO MCHANNON: But this other person you have in mind to join the team… Are you sure that’s what they want? I don’t want to drag someone in this whole mess that isn’t ready for the possibility that they might not walk out of that cage normal again. War Games is its own sort of devil. Another brief pause as McHannon gives a shrug of the shoulders. ZERO MCHANNON: Not saying I don’t want them on the team, because I do. They would be a great addition, and I’m trusting you with this choice. Especially since he was drafted to Defiance today. He’s capable, but is he ready to put his body on the line for the goal of setting Banks back a notch? Syn sat back in his seat, a look of contemplation on his face. SYN: I doubt there's a question on whether or not he's ready to put his body on the line. It's what he does best. I dare say the last year has given him everything he needs to help you. Syn paused for a moment, before looking back up at Zero. SYN: I trust him to be ready for this, something I don't say lightly. I wouldn't have mentioned his name if I didn't think otherwise. Then both men turn their head in the same direction as someone starts to walk up on the scene. Zero McHannon stands up and takes a look back at Syn before speaking to the man who hasn’t stepped into frame yet. ZERO MCHANNON: Speak of the devil, I guess we should just ask him ourselves. War Games at War Ready. You’re in? You sure this is what you want to do? The man seemed to nod off camera, causing Syn to give off a small smirk. SYN: I'm sure that you won't give any reason to believe my trust was misplaced… Correct? The camera finally panned out to show everyone in the room. The third man was Syn’s protégé and former HKW Hybrid Champion, Jinzai. He looked between both Syn and McHannon, a look of unease on his face at the intense stares he's getting from both as they wait for him to finally say his piece. JINZAI: Y-yeah… I won't let either of you down. I promise. I just wanna help The Boss man come back down to earth for a minute because this isn't him. This isn't the same guy who signed me here. If knocking a little sense into him is the only way that I can do that, then sign me up. And If you two are dead set on going through with this, then I'm your guy. He managed to give a sheepish grin, becoming a little more confident as he spoke up. JINZAI: Besides, Mr. McHannon’s not the only person in the room who's been in a War Games Match. Any experience is enough experience, right? I know… Or at least have an idea of what I'm signing up for here and what you're asking me to do since it's not my first time around. And it's everything you say it is. But I’m not gonna let that stop me. Syn gave Jinzai a speculative look for a few moments, before turning his attention back to McHannon with an eyebrow arched in amusement. SYN: Are there any more questions on your part, or has my young protégé answered them to your satisfaction? McHannon takes a side look over to Syn. ZERO MCHANNON: Good enough for me. Welcome to the squad, Jinzai. And welcome to Defiance. Glad to have you on both now. I guess something good came out of this draft. Jinzai gave a bright grin at the praise. JINZAI: You know, I spent the first few minutes right after I got drafted wondering what I could do on Defiance to get noticed and breakaway… I was planning on jumping off of the stage during a match, but this is a WAYYYY better way of making a splash. The self proclaimed Super Saiyan laughed a little. JINZAI: But seriously… I'm glad to be here, and even more that you two are taking the chance on me. Zero doesn’t say anything in reply, just gives Jinzai a hard tap on the shoulder while he walks away, leaving Jinzai and Syn to themselves to talk about the upcoming plans ahead. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH! "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: Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey; he is LUKE WISIA!!! "House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, from Chicago, Illinois; she is NICOLE HAMILTON!!! See me in the club... Wavin' Strobe Lights! BEEEEEP! 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. Captain HKW steps out to massive boos from the audience. Fran inhaled as she moved down the ramp looking out to the audience with a disgusted look on her face. Even going as far as to snatch her arm away from a child who reached out to tap her arm. She shot a mean stare at the fans before proceeding down the ramp. Fran gets into the squared ring with some enthusiasm. Walking to one side of it in order to wait for the next person to come out. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, from Boca Raton, Florida; she is FRAN!!! "Crash" by Fit For Rivals blasts over the sound system seconds before HKW Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan walks out onto the stage holding her title belt over her shoulder proudly. Pointing out to the fans all over the arena, Sullivan walks down to the ring. Once she gets down to ringside, instead of climbing inside, Ashley moves around to the other side by the commentators' table. She stands there for a moment, getting into the mindset for the match to come, before she takes the Bloodlust title belt from shoulder and holds up stretched out high over her head. Holding that pose for a moment, Ashley then slams the title down on the table in front of the commentators. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, from Bradley Beach, NJ...she is the HKW Bloodlust Champion... ASHLEY SULLIVAN!!! With her name being announced, Ashley leaps up to the table and stands with her arms outstretched, either showing off for the fans or daring any random person to come try and beat her. After a few seconds of flashing cameras going off around her, Ashley jumps off the table and leaves her title belt on the table to be collected by the ring crew. 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: And her partner, currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada; she is SALEM CARTIER!!! "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp. "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the "Queen of Pro Wrestling" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and the No Limits Championship strap 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 "Queen" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect before she walks toward the ring steps. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, from Jersey City, New Jersey, she is the current HKW No Limits champion…..FELICITYYYYYYYY BANKS!!! Once up the steps, Felicity walks to the middle of the apron, turns around, and sprawls her arms out to her sides while soaking in the cheers from the crowd. She enters the ring and 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 and unbuckling the No Limits championship from her waist. She stares out into the crowd and holds the No Limits championship in the air while the crowd continues to bow down to her. 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 championship on her lip as she waits for the match to begin. SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH Ashley Sullivan, Felicity Banks, Salem Cartier vs. Francesca, Luke Wisia, Nicole Hamilton DING! DING!! DING!!! The match gets underway with Ashley Sullivan starting things off for her team, while Nicole Hamilton starts things off for hers. Nicole glances over her shoulder and eyes up the Bloodlust championship at ringside, but when she turns around, she’s met with a big dropkick to the nose from Sullivan! Ashley immediately makes the quick cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole kicks out at two as Sullivan slithers away from her former foe. Nicole rubs her face and then charges toward Sullivan, but Sullivan takes her down with a drop toe hold and tries for a quick ankle submission, but Nicole uses her free leg to push Sullivan away! Both ladies scramble to their feet and dart toward one another, only for Nicole to catch Sullivan with a kick to the midsection, followed by a quick sleeperhold slam! Nicole pops up to her feet and smirks deviously as Luke Wisia reaches forward and slaps Nicole in the back for the tag! JERMAINE MARKS: And here come Luke! BRIAN MASON: Yeah, but I don’t think Nicole wanted to tag out? Nicole stares at Wisia for a moment before she exits the ring and Wisia starts putting the boots to Sullivan. He points across the ring, directly at the No Limits champion, and yells out “THIS GON’ BE YOU!” as he pulls Sullivan up to her feet. Wisia flings her over his shoulder and looks for a running powerslam, but Sullivan slides down his back and executes a crisp russian legsweep! Sullivan crawls toward her corner and makes the tag to Salem Cartier! Salem climbs up to the top rope, waits for Wisia to get up, and lands a big diving back elbow! Wisia hits the floor and Salem instinctively goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Wisia kicks out at two, allowing Salem to grab him by the head and pull him to a vertical base. Salem pulls Wisia toward her corner and reaches out for the tag to Felicity, but Wisia pulls Salem back towards himself and nearly decapitates her with a short-arm clothesline! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Luke almost took Salem’s head off with that clothesline. JERMAINE MARKS: Smart move. Dude’s really grown as a wrestler over the last few months. Wisia shakes the cobwebs out and turns his attention back to Felicity and Ashley, flipping them off before he starts putting the boots to Salem. He drags Salem toward his team's corner by the arm and looks to tag in Fran, but Fran yells out “I AIN’T GETTIN IN THE RING UNLESS IT’S QUEEN AGAINST KWEEN, BRUH.” Wisia shakes his head in disgust and makes the tag to Nicole Hamilton, who enters the ring and immediately goes right after Salem. Nicole grabs Salem by the side of her head and starts slamming her head back against the mat, then starts swinging her hands wildly at Salem’s face. Nicole pulls Salem up to her feet, whips her into the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Salem blasts Nicole with a kick to the face and follows it up with a nice double underhook suplex! BRIAN MASON: Big move by Salem! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s the opening she needs to tag out right there! Salem crawls toward her corner and then dives forward to make the tag to Felicity Banks! Banks sees Nicole still down and decides to climb up to the top rope, patiently waiting for Nicole to get to her feet. Once Nicole’s up, Banks jumps around so her back was turned to Nicole, and comes soaring off the top turnbuckle with a beautiful moonsault onto Nicole! Banks grabs a hold of Nicole’s leg after the moonsault and makes the cover! ONE! TW--NO! Both Wisia and Fran charge into the ring and push Felicity off of Nicole! The two begin arguing amongst one another on who’s going to attack the No Limits champion, but Felicity runs off the ropes and connects with a single leg dropkick to both Fran and Wisia! Fel watches as Luke and Fran roll out of the ring, sarcastically waving bye to them before she turns around and gets blasted by a running big boot from Nicole Hamilton! Nicole wipes her lip and sees Fran on the apron, begging for the tag. Nicole thinks about it for a moment, but then decides to tag in the 2015 Crowned Royalty champion! JERMAINE MARKS: HERE COME CROWNED ROYALTY, SLIME! RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeee, we got Destiny part two right here. Fran watches as Felicity slowly gets to her knees, but Fran immediately pushes her back down to the mat and steps on her hair. Fran grabs Felicity by the arm and pulls up in an attempt to rip the No Limits champions hair out of her head! The referee counts to four and Fran breaks, but she immediately stands Felicity up, and hits her with her own “Scorpio Spike” neckbreaker! Fran starts screaming out “I’m BETTA THAN YOU, BESTIE BAE!” as she falls down on top of Felicity and goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! THR---KICKOUT! The No Limits champion gets her shoulder up and immediately reaches out for the tag, but Fran grabs her arm and drives a knee right into Felicity’s shoulder blade! Fran yells out “get up!” as she grabs Felicity by the hair and rips her to her feet, but Felicity leaps up into the air and catches Fran with a knee shot right to those! JERMAINE MARKS: Oh nose! Her nose might be broken again! RANDY THE PILOT: Did you just say oh nose? JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga I’m punny, fuck you mean. Fran stumbles back into the corner, allowing Felicity to charge forward and land a running single high knee to the face! Fel pulls Fran out of the corner, turns her own back to the turnbuckles, and executes a crisp reverse STO right to the turnbuckles! The crowd begins chanting Felicity’s name as she crawls toward the corner and makes the tag to Ashley Sullivan! BRIAN MASON: Here comes the Bloodlust champion! Sullivan waits for Fran to get up to her feet, and once she does, Sullivan goes for the attack, but Fran falls onto her back and slides underneath the ropes! She stands up on the apron, but Sullivan grabs her by the hair and rips her back inside the ring! Fran pleads for Sullivan to let her go, but Sullivan shows no remorse! She goes to kick Fran in the face with a boot, but Fran ducks underneath it, crawls toward her corner, and makes the tag to Luke Wisia! Wisia immediately enters the ring and tries to spear Sullivan down, but Sullivan leap frogs over him and catches him with an elbow to the face on his way back! Sullivan goes for a standing moonsault, but Wisia catches her in sends her into the corner with a turnbuckle powebomb! Wisia pulls Sullivan away from the ropes, hooks the leg and makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THRRR-NO! Felicity Banks breaks up the count after a running boot to the back of Wisia’s head, staggering him a bit. Once he looks up and sees Felicity in the ring, he begins to foam from the mouth and looks ready to attack, but Fran gets to Fel first! Fran pushes Felicity into the corner and starts unleashing with rights and lefts, but Felicity immediately fights her off and tosses her out of the ring! JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, these two ain’t resolve ANY of their issues! Luke and Fel look ready to throw down, but Fran pulls Fel out of the ring and tosses her into the announce table! Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Luke seems to be distracted by what’s happening between Felicity and Fran outside the ring, allowing Ashley to crawl toward her corner and make the tag to Salem Cartier! Wisia turns around and sees Salem heading his way and immediately dashes toward her. Wisia goes for a clothesline, but Salem ducks underneath it, waits for Wisia to turn around, and delivers her trademark standing monkey flip DDT! BRIAN MASON: Wow! What a move by Salem! Back outside the ring, Fran and Felicity bring their fight to the entrance ramp, exchanging blows until they get all the way up the ramp and disappear backstage! Meanwhile, Salem gets ready to take Wisia’s head off with her patent “New Hampshire Handshake” - but Nicole Hamilton leans over the ropes and tugs on Salem’s hair! Salem turns around and blasts Nicole off the apron with a right hand, but when she turns around, Wisia’s right there to catch Salem with his downward spiral STO! Wisia motions for the end of the match and stomps his foot off the ground, calling for the Bank Shot! Salem gradually pulls herself up and Wisia looks ready to take her head off… but Nicole Hamilton slaps Luke in the back to make the blind tag! JERMAINE MARKS: What the hell she doin!? Luke was about to finish things off! RANDY THE PILOT: I guess she wants her a piece of Salem. Nicole enters the ring and goes after Salem, but Wisia spins her around and begins screaming in her face! Nicole shoves Wisia back and tells him she has things under control, but then… WHAM! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! Wisia blasts Nicole with a Bank Shot superick! Nicole stumbles back toward Salem while Ashley Sullivan charges across the ring and spears Luke out of it! Salem sees Nicole stumbling her way and rolls her up with a school boy! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… Ashley Sullivan, Felicity Banks and Salem Cartier!!! 'Phenomena' fills the arena speakers as Salem immediately slides out of the ring and gets greeted by Ashley Sullivan. The duo look around for their partner, but once they notice she was gone, they turn their attention back toward the ring where Luke Wisia looks ready to snap and Nicole holds her jaw after the Bank Shot. BRIAN MASON: It wasn’t easy, but the good guys get the job done! JERMAINE MARKS: Word… all it took was Luke rocking Nicole’s jaw with a Bank Shot, fam. RANDY THE PILOT: A wins a win, Jermaine. One team managed to work together, while the egos on the other just collided. Wisia stares up at the departing Sullivan and Cartier then shifts his focus to Nicole Hamilton. He flips Nicole the bird before he storms off and makes his way back to the back. WINNERS: Ashley Sullivan, Felicity Banks, Salem Cartier via pinfall (11:19) BRIAN MASON: Hold on, folks! I’m being told we have something going on backstage! Cameras immediately transition backstage where Felicity Banks and Fran were still going at it! Fran seems to be getting the better of the exchange after throwing Felicity face first into the nearest wall and takes a moment to catch her breath. Fran looks around the area surrounding the duo, realizing that they were right by the loading docks! JERMAINE MARKS: They legit right by where the truck come in and dump the ring off and shit, bruh. Look right there! That’s where the trailers pull in! Fran sees the giant opening for the trailers in the wall and walks in that direction. She peeks her head over the edge and stares down at the fifteen foot drop from the arena where she is standing - to the concrete floor outside the opening. FRAN: That’s it yawl. It’s over for you! Fran turns around with a devious grin, but just as she takes a step forward, Felicity spears Felicity out of the hole and to the concrete floor below!!! BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS -- THAT WAS A FIFTEEN FOOT DROP! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, someone get them help! The cameras rush toward the hole in the wall and focus on the seemingly unconscious and lifeless Banks and Fran. Neither move an inch or show any signs of life as emergency EMT’s rush pass the cameraman and make their way outside the arena to tend to the former besties as Defiance goes to an advertisement. Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jan 18 2016, 10:04 AM.
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![]() Inside the House of Dyspathy locker room, we see Jimmy Page and Beer Beer Ayano getting ready for their upcoming title defense, Rhys Baines and Eva Castro both reading a book, and Sho Kojima with his head out the locker room door, keeping it closed just enough so no one could see who he was talking to. SHO KOJIMA: Very good work. But this is only the beginning. You will need to continue to prove yourselves worthy before you are welcome to the House of Dyspathy. Now leave before anyone sees you. Sho slams the door shut and turns back toward his stablemates. SHO KOJIMA: Those two may just be what we are looking for. Then again, they can still fail, but I guess we will wait and see. The Japanese talent shrugs his shoulders as he walks toward Rhys and Eva, glancing down at whatever books they were reading. He shifts his focus over to Beer Beer and Page, watching them as Page taped his hands up and Beer Beer repeated her name over and over again while she shadow boxed. SHO KOJIMA: Seems you two are ready, yes? Page keeps quiet for a moment, biting his wrist tape off and pressing it down. JIMMY PAGE: Sure...nothing to worry about… BEER BEER AYANO: Not a thing. BEER BEER. We will lay them on the ground so they won't be abrrrrle to rise! These belrrrts are staying with The House... Beer stated. Page’s eyes look up at Sho, his eyes showing that glossy glare he’s known for. JIMMY PAGE: With things the way they are, there shouldn’t be a problem coming forward. We just need to keep pushing for what we want and soon everything we’ve ever dreamed of havin’ will be ours. Page, who was sitting on the floor around his valuables and one half HKW Tag Team Championship by his side, brings his knees up and wraps his arms around them, glaring at Sho. JIMMY PAGE: We just need one final push… Rhys nods. RHYS BAINES: Let's finish these two cockroaches tonight then we'll think about the future. One battle at a time. We win one at a time before we win the war that I'm sure Lance and his goons plan to start. Baines cracks his neck before he looks over at Jimmy. RHYS BAINES: Did Brandon come talk to you? Jimmy shrugs his shoulders. JIMMY PAGE: Nothin’ really big, just making sure my checks get in the mail. Multi-million dollar company and you’d think they’d know how direct deposits work. Who knows, maybe if we’re good little boys and girls we’ll get a seat at the table with the other swine pushing sponsors on this place. Page looks at Rhys with a nonchalant expression. JIMMY PAGE: We’ll see. Until then...we have work to do, a lot of work to do. Page’s eyes cut behind himself where Beer Beer stood, still repeating her name. BEER BEER AYANO: Beer Beer..... JIMMY PAGE: …So be prepared. Page stands up and casually walks behind Beer Beer placing a hand behind her neck, he looks to say something to her. He turns to Rhys and Sho. BEER BEER AYANO: BEER BEER. Scrap them like I crushed poor Lancey's motorrrucycle. Beer said balling her fists up tight. JIMMY PAGE: Yes. No mercy, not tonight… Sho nods in the direction of Page and Beer Beer. SHO KOJIMA: Not ever. Tonight… Sho looks back at Eva and Rhys before he turns back toward Rhys and Beer Beer. SHO KOJIMA: We eliminate the cancer from this company that is known as the Reapers in Pride once and for all. Baines chuckles. RHYS BAINES: I guess you could say...THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS. The scene fades with the members of HOD gathered in the dark of the locker room, the camera slowly begins to back out of the room, and then...black. ![]() A small sanctuary stayed hidden from the rest of Wells Fargo Center's inhabitants, the silence overwhelming beneath the soft chatter of a cell phone call. The voice was unmistakable, arrogance coating each and every word like paint. Kaiden Hawke stood against a white wall, his Samsung Galaxy 5 almost surgically attached to his ear. Once formal goodbyes were passed back and forth, his phone plopped back into his pocket, the sweaty competitor smirking for the video camera that so generously wanted to hear him speak. KAIDEN HAWKE: Word to the wise, Joseph. Hold the prize you've stolen in the palm of your hand. ... Does it feel lightweight? Cheap, maybe? Lacking luster? It's all yours. Enjoy it. It's a great analogy to your whole career since leaving your spot at the announce table. You should be proud. The businessman dressed in an open colored shirt stepped backward, resting his back against the wall behind him. He crossed his arms against his chest, a cheeky smile slowly crossing his features while his eyes looked directly into the camera. He smirked, resetting his stance so his back rested on the wall behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. KAIDEN HAWKE: Unfortunately for you, I'm not dense enough to keep the genuine article where I know you can easily find it. The truth is, that ring? It can't be defended on either HKW brand because, quite simply, it's just a shoddily made replica. A hardy laugh flooded the silent sanctuary he had made for himself backstage, the area simply so far down the hall that no one else bothered to be there except him. KAIDEN HAWKE: You genuinely thought I was dense enough to have the ring on my finger when I knew you'd pull a stunt like that? I hoped I was wrong about you. I thought you cared about earning your keep the right way like you kept beating into my skull again and again AND AGAIN! Instead, you took the coward's way out - again. You played the role of a common thief, just like you played the role of an arsonist months back. That little lapse in judgment, predictable as it may be, watching you cross the line you've drawn yourself might have been the most comical thing I've ever seen. In fact, if you hadn't caught my attention with your captivating stupidity, I'd surely be the number one contender for the Bloodlust championship by now. Spewing his insults like a machine gun, he tilted his head, eyes looking straight into the lens without a grin in sight. Eyes furrowed, fists tightening, he thought to himself for a mere five seconds to regroup his thoughts. KAIDEN HAWKE: Because you entertained me so much, I'm feeling generous. You run the gauntlet on the next Defiance and if you win, you'll get what you've been clamoring for - a one on one match against the ringmaster - Kaiden Hawke - with the actual ring on the line. How's that sound? His smirk came back. Reaching for his e-cigarette sitting comfortably in his pocket, he took a drag, puffing the dark gray vapor to the side. It swirled slowly beside him while he continued, slowly dissipating into the oxygen. KAIDEN HAWKE: Who's in the gauntlet, you ask? Oh, first it'll be you versus HKW's newest resident, Caleb Houston. If you get past him, it's you - Joey Miles - one on one against H.O.D's own Beer Beer Ayano! And finally, if you somehow manage to stay away from the stretcher for that long, you're going face to face with — Right on cue, Kaiden's smartphone rang, causing him to hesitate. He looks down at the glass, spotting who was on the other end. The sides of his lips curl up in a smile, pressing the green button to answer after just the third ring. KAIDEN HAWKE: Funny. I was just talking about you. Some small vague chatter follows, just like when the camera started rolling. He held up a single finger, mouthing the words 'one second.' Instead of waiting in place, however, he casually sauntered towards two large doors leading to the parking lot, leaving the name of the last entrant in Joey Miles' gauntlet match intentionally hanging in the air. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! "Heavy Is The Head" by Zac Brown Band blares throughout the arena as the audience cheers and Colton Sterling slowly makes his way out towards the stage, the hood of his sweater covering his head as he stares down on the ground. He lightly bobs his head to the music before slowly looking up at the audience with a stoic look on his face, then slightly nodding as he makes his way down to the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, he is COLTON STERLING!!! Sterling doesn't slap hands with the fans as he quickly makes it to ringside before hopping onto the apron, then quickly slipping into the ring by going over the middle rope in. He runs the ropes for a few seconds before unzipping his hoodie and taking it off, tossing it to the outside before he heads over to his corner and hops up and down, waiting for the match to start. BRIAN MASON: We saw the altercation between Colt and Jack earlier tonight and it made this match that much bigger because should Colt win, he’s going to become the #1 contender to the World championship, a title that he has been screwed out of a few times. JERMAINE MARKS: Fuck outta here, Mase. This dude ain’t been winning shit since Luke made him his bitch. RANDY THE PILOT: All it takes is one W and most of these wrestlers usually get right back on track. Colt could get that W tonight. "I Want It All" by Down With Webster begins to play as out through the curtains comes Jack Warren, a nice chorus of boos to greet him. Jack smirks as he looks at all the booing fans, then shakes his head and chuckles, before he begins making his way down to the ring. Jack doesn't even bother looking at the fans and once he reaches ringside, he hops onto the apron, sweeps his feet on it a la William Regal, then enters the ring. Warren taunts the fans with the HKW World championship, which he removes around his waist, then hands it over to the ref before making it over to his corner. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana; he is the HKW World champion....JACK WARREN!!! BRIAN MASON: God, I hate that smug bastard! JERMAINE MARKS: You hate him because you wish you was him! RANDY THE PILOT: Why he had to rob the homie Atwater like that though? Why?! SINGLES MATCH Colton Sterling vs Jack Warren DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Colton immediately charges out of his corner to catch Jack with a high knee that floors him! Sterling then quickly goes for the cover as the audience cheers! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Boy, Colt really caught Jack off guard right there! Colt quickly mounts himself on top of Jack and begins raining down lefts and rights on him as he tries to weaken the World champion. Sterling then gets Warren up to both feet before he throws him into the nearest corner. The former No Limits champion then rushes forward and catches him with double knees to the chest before he hooked his head and ran forward, planting him in the center of the ring with a bulldog! Sterling then quickly turned him over before he went for the cover again! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, he is all over Jack Warren right now. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: A two count right there, but Colt knows he gotta keep Jack grounded if he wants to win this match. Sterling grabs Warren by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet before he throws him into the nearest corner. Colt then runs in and catches him with a knee to the gut before he starts firing off with repeated chops to chest, making the audience and Jack Warren howl out in pain! The young man then grabs the World champion and pulls him out of the corner before he hit a snap suplex! Colt got to his feet afterwards before he exited out onto the apron and began climbing the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once at the top, Sterling leaps off and hits a diving elbow drop on Warren! He goes for the cover again, hooking both legs as the audience counts along with the ref! BRIAN MASON: What a diving elbow drop by Sterling! It really looks like he desperately wants to win this match! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Gonna take more than that to keep him down, slime. He’s the champ of the world. Colt slaps the mat in frustration as he believed he had Jack right there. He then gets to his feet and begins stomping away at Jack before he throws him into the ropes. Warren bounces back and Sterling goes for a clothesline, but Warren ducks underneath it! Colt then quickly turns around and is met with a dropkick to the face that floors him before Jack quickly goes for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: RIGHT IN THE FACE! BRIAN MASON: A lesser man would say “that’s what she said”, but as the commentator of the year, all I have to say is that was a hell of a dropkick! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Colt throws his shoulder up and the audience cheers. Jack gets to his feet afterwards and lets out a sigh before he slowly gets Colton up to both feet. Warren then irish whips Sterling into the ropes before Colt bounces back and gets taken down with a lariat from Warren! Jack goes for the cover as the audience boos! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn near took his head off there! RANDY THE PILOT: That definitely did not look like fun, bruh. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Warren lets out an annoyed grunt before he gets to his feet and begins barking at the ref. Jack then walks over to Colt and slowly gets him to his feet before he throws him into the ropes. When Sterling bounces back, Warren leaps up and catches him with a dropkick that seemingly sends him through the ropes, only for Colt to pull himself back into the ring and catch Jack with a rebound lariat! The audience roars in approval as Colt goes for the cover again, three seconds away from becoming the #1 contender to the World championship! BRIAN MASON: Sterling with a rebound lariat! He might have Warren here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Just not enough, slime! The audience lets out a unanimous sigh as Sterling looked over at the ref and was given the signal that he only got a two count! He slaps the mat in frustration before he gets to his feet and runs his hands through his hair before he motions for Warren to get up to both feet. The World champion is slow to do so, but does eventually get up to both feet and turns towards the former No Limits champion, who attempts a bicycle kick, only for Warren to dodge it at the last second! Sterling the turns around quickly and is met with a kick to the gut! Warren hooks his head and drives him right into the mat with Nail on a Coffin! The audience goes completely silent as Warren then turns Sterling over and goes for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn...that’s it. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....JAAAAAAAAAAAACK WARREN!!! After Whisper Viperi announces the winner of the match, the ref hands Jack his World championship, which he snatches out of his hands before he shoves him away. Warren then gets to his feet and motions for a mic to be given to him as the audience boos him. Once he gets the mic, Jack speaks out in a loud and booming voice. JACK WARREN: Alright, you little bitches! Shut the fuck up and listen to me, your HKW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….OF THE WORLD!!! The audience continues to boo Jack, who is still trying to catch his breath. He cracks a smile before he points at Colton Sterling, who has rolled to the outside now. JACK WARREN: Oh, you fucks don’t seem too happy. Did you want Colton Sterling to teach me a thing or two tonight and even get the pin over me? Did you think that he was going to do that and become the new number one contender to MY BELT? A loud “yes” rings out and Jack shakes his head...before he starts yelling again. JACK WARREN: WELL TOO FUCKING BAD! COLTON STERLING AIN’T SHIT COMPARED TO ME AND I DECIMATED HIM TONIGHT! I FUCKED HIM UP! HE NOW KNOWS NEVER TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE MAN OF HKW AGAIN BECAUSE HE’LL GET EMBARRASSED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! AND YOU ASSHOLES SITTING IN ATTENDANCE OR AT HOME ON YOUR FAT ASSES KNOW NOW THAT THERE’S NOBODY THAT WANTS TO CHALLENGE ME FOR THIS FOR THE FEAR OF LOSING JUST LIKE COLTON AND JUST LIKE SHANE ATWATER DID! Jack then walks over into one of the cameras and gets so close to it that the viewers at home can only see his face. JACK WARREN: I’m the fucking man of Hard Knox Wrestling. I am the top dog around here. And the sooner every single on you accepts...the better. After all, Shane had absolutely no problem accepting it and you haven’t seen him since! SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET USED TO IT. BECAUSE MY NAME IS JACK WARREN, AND I’M THE FUCKING-- Suddenly there’s a commotion on the outside of the ring, as one of the camera men drops his camera and slides into the ring! He rushes up behind the unknowing World Champion...and drives him straight to the mat with an Angle Slam! BRIAN MASON: What the--is that who I think it is? The crowd roars as Warren is down in the ring, and the eruption grows even louder as the man standing over him throws aside the ballcap he was wearing to reveal Shane Atwater! RANDY THE PILOT: AAAAAAAAAH SHIT ITS THE HOMIE ATWATER! I KNEW IT! The crowd continues to cheer as Shane stands over the still-in-pain Warren, before crouching down and picking up the HKW World Heavyweight Championship. He looks at it for a moment, before dropping it on Warren’s chest, and can be seen mouthing the words “You should have left well enough alone….Jackie-Boy.” before heading out through the ropes and out of the ring, stalking away toward the back as a still-stunned Warren begins to realize what just happened. BRIAN MASON: Well, Jack Warren ran his mouth one too many times, I’d say...Shane Atwater is back in Hard Knox Wrestling, and his sights seem to be firmly set on the World Heavyweight Champion. RANDY THE PILOT: I TOLD you the homie Shane was coming back. I TOLD YOU. The camera cuts to the ring, where an irate Warren is sitting up, clutching the World Championship with one hand, and the back of his head with the other, staring at the ramp where Shane just left before we cut away. WINNER: Jack Warren via pinfall (8:04) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jan 18 2016, 10:11 AM Post #9 |
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![]() Brian Stryker was sitting back in the HKW Locker room. His face still bloody from the grueling match he had early that night. He didn’t care though. He didn’t care that a doctor was currently putting stitches in his forehead. He didn’t care he looked like a car wreck. All that mattered was that he did it. He won his chance to become number one contender for the Bloodlust title. He had his title shot that he wanted oh so much. No more tournaments. No more multi man matches. Now it was just him and the champ herself. DOCTOR: Can you hold still? I’m trying not to open this wound anymore than it already is. BRIAN STRYKER: I’m trying. Just hurry up. I wanna wash this blood out of my hair at least. Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan struts confidently into view in front of Stryker. Holding the title belt on her shoulder, adjusting it to emphasize the fact that it’s there right in front of him, Ashley looks at the wounds on his body. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Well, thanks for clearing out the trash. Having that crew at all in one match at War Ready would’ve been a major pain in the ass. But you were the one to rise from the pack. So for that, you get a shot at this little beauty. There’s no doubt now that you have the desire to step to my level. The question is though do you have the talent? The Bloodlust title isn’t the wrestling doormat that it was a few months ago. And that’s because of me. Stryker shoos the doctor away who grumbles about only being half done with the stitches. Stryker gets to his feet as he looks down at the bloodlust title. BRIAN STRYKER: Oh I know it's not a doormat. But then again neither am I. I just took out three guys who all wanted to win for their own reasons. The bloody man you see before you is just the beginning. I'm ready to go to do anything to win and the crazier the match the better. I haven't bleed like this in a long time and it felt good. Made me feel alive again. Philly invented the hardcore and I showed how it's in our blood literally. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: That’s good. That’s why, deep down inside, I was rooting for you when I was out there. You didn’t want this for some asshole reason. But you see, you think you’ve bled tonight? You haven’t done a damn thing yet. That wasn’t a number one contender match out there. It was practice. Moving to Stryker’s other side, Ashley motions with her hands together as if she was thinking. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Sitting out there at that table, I had all these ideas coming to me. It was like fireworks on the Fourth of July back in Jersey when I was a kid. You want to bleed huh? At War Ready… you will. And that ring out there will be our altar. You can bleed your heart out March 5th, it’s only going to cement my legacy. You’ve had your chance to build yours. This is my time, my generation to lead. With a final smirk, Stryker stares back at the title before giving Ashley one final blood stained smile. BRIAN STRYKER: Tonight was practice and what you saw out there was only a fraction of what I can and will do. You learn at War Ready that sometimes your legacy will be everything that you did not plan. And what you can’t plan for, is me. See you around Ash. He grins a bloody grin as he walks out of the locker room, going to find the doctor to finish these annoying stitches back up. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a mug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... Standing 6'3" and weighing in at 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS! Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner... 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 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. WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! 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: The former tag team champions look determined to get their belts back tonight, guys. RANDY THE PILOT: As they should be. But the House of Dyspathy been a thorn to the side of the Reapers since they debuted. JERMAINE MARKS: The hell yo point, Randy? RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t have one! But there’s five HOD members, and there’s only two Reaper Rain members. I don’t know… I just think these fools need backups. BRIAN MASON: I don’t know. Lance and Xavier are both tough son of a guns. They want to win the titles back on their own, and I think they’re gonna do it tonight! Lance and Xavier start going over strategy as they turn their attention to the entrance ramp and wait for the champions. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… Anticipation we're on the attack Just keep pushing forward There's no turning back With the sound of "Army of Noise blaring through the P.A. System the crowd fires a mixed reaction towards the top of the ramp as Beer Beer Ayano stands tall - lifting her Cheese Grater high up above her as red pyrotechnics burst out from both sides of the ramp up into the air. BOOM! BOOM! Beer then makes her way down the ramp. Pushing her Cheese Grater towards the people who were trying to get high fives from her. When Beer gets close to the ring she stops. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way down the ramp! From Kobe, Japan now residing in Queens, New York… She is one half of the reigning and defending HKW World Tag Team champions...The Cheese Grater's Keeper...BEER! BEER! AYANOOOOOO! Ayano shoves the camera out of her face - causing the camera view to shake as she slides into the ring. Making her way over to one of the corners then climbing up to the top - screaming out angrily towards the fans as the mixed reaction got louder. Ayano then jumps down from the second turnbuckle then talks to herself as she waits for her partner. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner… An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. WHISPER VIPERI: From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the other half of the reigning and defending HKW World Tag Team champions… "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! 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. JERMAINE MARKS: Big fight feel, slimes. Who y’all got? RANDY THE PILOT: I gotta go with the House of Dyspathy. They got all the momentum in the world right now. BRIAN MASON: WHAT ARE YOU NUTS! Reaper Rain all the way BAYBAY! JERMAINE MARKS: Mase done turned groupie, slime. Sheeesh Both teams stare at one another from across the ring, talking over strategy and figuring out who was gonna start for what team. After a couple seconds, Beer Beer and Xavier Asher Daniels step forward while their partners take the apron. The referee holds the prestigious HKW World Tag Team championships high in the air before he hands them over to the timekeeper and calls for the bell! HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Reaper Rain vs. House of Dyspathy © DING! DING!! DING!!! The match kicked off with Beer Beer and XAD. Beer had a smile on her face as they circled the ring but Xavier didn’t seem as amused as she was. They locked up in the middle of the ring and Xavier wasn’t in the mood to play any game today as he drove his knee into Beer’s midsection and slaps the taste out of Beer’s mouth causing her to stumble into the ropes. She holds her cheek laughing at the pain and then turns around smacking XAD back causing some of the jerry curl juice flying into the hair. Xavier stumbles back a little himself but comes back with another slap to the face. He goes to slap her again but was met with a Short Armed Clothesline to take him down. Beer raised her hands up in the air hoping for the fans to cheer for him but instead they boo her. Beer frowns and then begins to stomp repeatedly on Xavier before picking him up by his jerry curls and lays him right back down with a DDT. Again Beer Beer gets up to her feet with her arms raised wanting the fans to cheer for her. Nope. More boos. She hops up and down and yells out in the air until Jimmy Page started to cheer for her like a crazed fan. Beer Beer smiles like a damn anime cartoon character with her eyelids fluttering. While she grins as if she was having a little anime moment Xavier was seen getting up to his feet in the background. He shook his head ridding of the cobwebs. Once he does he looks at Beer Beer confused on what she was doing didn’t care as he waited for her to turn around. Once she did due to the cheers of the fans Xavier ran over and hit a Running Blockbuster having the fans back to cheering for him. Daniels got up to his feet and was as relentless as ever as he began to stomp Beer Beer in the face again, again and again. He gave a roar to the crowd causing the fans to cheer for him and Lance to roar right along with him. RANDY THE PILOT: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR! JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga, don’t you ever do some fruity shit like that again. The former Tag Team Champion slapped on his chest as he got Beer Beer back up to her feet and hit a few jabs and chops to her face then ends the combination with a Gamengiri taking her back down. The fans began to chant Xavier’s name and it was starting to annoy Jimmy. Xavier wasn’t done there as he went back to stomping Beer in the face until he picked her up to her feet. Dragging Beer by her hair he walked over to his and Lance’s corner and began slamming Beer’s face on the turnbuckle repeatedly and with each slam Lance laughed louder. Lance then hopped up and down and yelled “MY TURN MY TURN!”. Xavier stopped as Lance grabbed the back of Beer’s head and began to bang her head off the turnbuckle himself but was quickly stopped by the ref because he wasn’t the legal man. That didn’t stop Xavier from continue the assault as he hit one last time on the turnbuckle and then hit a Backstabber. BRIAN MASON: REAPER RAIN HAS CAME TO PLAYYYEEEEEEYYYAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Aye bruh this is that aggressive side of Xavier. When he on this Beast Mode type shit ninjas better watch out. BRIAN MASON: Still can't sleep on House of Dyspathy, they're some dangerous guys themselves! I think Reaper Rain is dealing with the worst of them Xavier turns Beer onto her back and goes for a pin. ONE TW-KICKOUT RANDY THE PILOT: Beer Beer's tough as hell, bruh. That toughness is prolly why The House took her in. I think it'll take a lot more than that to put her away. Xavier didn’t mind Beer kicking out. It just meant he could beat her ass some more. He mounted himself on top of her and began to punch her repeatedly until he was pulled off by the referee. Xavier just pushed the ref out of the way and mounted right back on top of Beer Beer hitting more punches before getting her back up to her feet. He lifts his knee into her midsection and goes for a Asia DDT. Before he could even hit the maneuver Beer Beer reversed the maneuver with a Back Suplex to buy herself some time. RANDY THE PILOT: Good ass reversal by Ayano. Beer Beer laid there on the match. She slowly got up to her knee and flips her hair back as she looked over to Xavier who was starting to stir. She got up to her feet before he could and waited for him to get up to a knee. As he did she ran over and went for a Step Up Enziguri. No! Xavier ducked under the kick but was met with a Backflip Kick instead. Beer didn’t waste time to taunt to the crowd this time around as she got Xavier back up and Irish whipped him into her and Pags’ corner. She tagged Page in as they began to kic Xavier in his midsection with one another until Beer Beer was told to exit the ring. She got out of the ring and stood on the ring apron while Page. Jimmy took a step back and sized Xavier up like a box with his his hands. He then sprinted over and hit a Running Big Boot causing Xavier to fall down onto the mat. Jimmy smiled down at Xavier then over at Lance. He mad a hand signal with a gun and acted like he was pointing a gun at him then directed the handgun to Xavier. Lance started to get in the ring but was stopped immediately by the referee. Jimmy laughed and began to bang Xavier’s head onto the mat repeatedly and laughed while doing so. Jimmy then got Xavier up to his feet and elbows him in the face a few times before hitting a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Xavier yelled out in pain and cringed. Jimmy looked over at Lance as he stomped away at the back of his tag team partner. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn slime. Jimmy is beating this nigga ass. RANDY THE PILOT: Word. And there ain’t shit Lance can do about right now. The former FGA World Champion got XAD back up to his feet with a smile etched on his face as he done so. Once Xavier was up to his feet Jimmy began to hit a few Knife Edge Chops, and wooed every time he done so. Each chop was harder than the last as he continue to hit them until Xavier was up against the ropes. Jimmy Irish Whipped him over into the set of ropes across from him and went to hit the other set of ropes to the side. Once the two met in the center of the ring Jimmy hits a huge shoulder block causing Xavier to go into a daze like he just got hit the biggest linebacker on a football field. Jimmy got up to his knee and laughed at the sight of Xavier. He calmly walked over to Xavier starting to pick him up slowly up to his feet. Jimmy grabbed Xavier face as he was pulling him up and started talking shit to him to his face asking him questions, each one ending with a “HUH?!”. Jimmy then drove Xavier’s head into the canvas aggravated by Xavier not answering him. Page then shoved his elbow into Xavier face as he went for a pin fall. ONE TWWWWOOOO-KICKOUT! Jimmy looked over to the referee and shook his head not satisfied by the count. He went fro the pin again. ONE TW-KICKOUT! Page got up to his feet now acting ass if he wasn’t worried about whether or not Xavier kicked out. BRIAN MASON: If only somehow Xavier and get another spurt of energy and tag Lance in. Because if he can’t I’m afraid Jimmy might just use him as his personal rag doll. RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know bruh that ninja ain’t looking to good to be doing just about anything right now. I’m surprised he even managing to kickout. BRIAN MASON: XAD has always been tough and resilient. You can’t just beat his man up he’ll keep coming. Jimmy watches as Xavier crawls over to a set of ropes trying to use them to get up to his feet. As he began to climb up to his feet with the help of the ropes, Jimmy began to break XAD back down with his kicks to his back and legs. The fans booed Jimmy as he done so not letting Xavier get up to his feet. Jimmy then pulled back on Xavier’s hair and this a Reverse Implant DDT. Lance was getting antious out on the ring apron. He began to slap on the turnbuckle and chanting Xavier’s name with the help of the fans. Xavier heard his partner and the fans cheering for him and began to stir a little. Jimmy shook his head and began to stomp down on Xavier while telling them all to shut their mouths. The fans boo him as he does this and he drops a elbow down on the back of Xavier’s neck. He locks in a side headlock and pulls back. The ref asks if XAD wants to quit but he refuses to do so. Lance continues to root on his partner and clapping. The fans begin to clap with the President of the Reapers. Xavier slowly begins to stir as he starts getting up to a knee and lifts Jimmy up hitting a Back Suplex to break the hold The two lay there motionless as both both Beer Beer and Lance hold out their hands for their tag team partners. Both men begin to stir. Jimmy tries to get up to his knee while Xavier begins to crawl over to his corner. The fans cheer Xavier on screaming at the top of their lungs and as soon as Jimmy reaches his feet Xavier reaches his corner and tags Lance Winters in! RANDY THE PILOT: HERE COMES THE PREZ!!! JERMAINE MARKS: AH SHIT SLIME!!! Winters storms into the ring and takes Page down with a lariat! Beer Beer climbs up to the top rope and looks for a crossbody block, but Winters catches her and flips her over his head with a fallaway slam! Winters turns his attention to Page and watches him as he gets to his feet. Winters gets behind him, spins him around, kicks him in the midsection, and catches him with his trademark double arm DDT! Winters turns Page on his back and goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Beer Beer just makes it in time to break up the count and save the World Tag Team titles for the House of Dyspathy! Beer Beer starts clubbing on the back of Winters’ head until Xavier Asher Daniels comes out of nowhere and catches Beer Beer with a running dropkick to the face! BRIAN MASON: REAPER RAIN IS ABOUT TO DO IT! THEY’RE ABOUT TO BE TWO TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! With Beer Beer down, Winters looks at Xavier and motions for him to go to the top rope. XAD obliges while Winters pulls Page up to his feet, and hoists him over his shoulders for the electric chair! XAD slowly makes his way to the top rope, but just as he catches his balance, Rhys Baines comes out of nowhere and pushes XAD off the top rope and into the ring! Winters sees this, but just as soon as he’s about to put Page down, Eva Castro and Sho Kojima clip Winters in the back of the knees, dropping him down the ground! DING! DING!! DING!!! The referee calls for the bell after the interference, but the House of Dyspathy doesn’t care! They continue their onslaught on Reaper Rain as Whisper Viperi announces the decision. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled this match a disqualification! Thus, here are your winners... REAPER RAIN! The Philadelphia faithful nearly blow the roof off of the arena, causing each and every individual member of the House of Dyspathy to look back at her. WHISPER VIPERI: But still your HKW World Tag Team Champions... JIMMY PAGE AND BEER BEER AYAAANO! The cheers turn into a chorus of boos as Sho Kojima and Rhys Baines beat down Xavier Asher Daniels, while on the other side of the ring, Beer Beer Ayano, Eva Castro and Jimmy Page put the boots to Lance Winters. Page holds Beer back and points over toward the timekeeper's area, telling Beer Beer to grab a chair so they can finish Reaper Rain off for good. BRIAN MASON: NO! Someone stop this! THIS ISN'T RIGHT, DAMNIT! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh.. do you not remember all the things RIP did to people in HKW? She's late, but this is karma catching up to the Reapers. JERMAINE MARKS: THEY ABOUT TO BREAK XAD AND LANCE'S FACE, SLIME! Damn! Beer Beer slides out of the ring and grabs the chair, folding it in half as she turns around and sees her stablemate putting the boots to the Reapers. Beer grabs a second chair and looks ready to slide back inside the ring, until... HEREEEE I STAAAAAAAAND... HELPLESS AND LEFT FOR DEEEEEEEEEEEEAD The crowd pops as the familiar sound of the Reapers' theme song blasts from the speakers. Every member of HOD stop what they were doing included Beer Beer who had the steel chair in her hand looking around the arena searching for any sign of RIP. The crowds in select sections of the crowd begin to cheer louder than others as Shelton Monroe was seen standing at the top of a stair case. On another set of stairs stood Lances brother Kyan Winters rubbing hands together with a smile on his face. The camera pans to another section as Chance Winters who was still without his cut began to walk down the stairs. Finally the last large pop was from the sight of Odyn Balou III standing along side of the Reapers' Red Wolf...VIKTOR VOLKOV! BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD?! OH MY GOD!!? THE REAPERS ARE HERE! THE REAPERS ARE HERE!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: HOLD UP SLIME IS THAT..VIKTOR VOLKOV?! Rhys shouted out to his fellow HOD members to stand ready to fight as the Reapers began making their way down their set of steps. Once the made it down to the ring all hell broke loose! Shelton was seen going at it with Sho Kojima and Rhys Baines. It would have seemed the two HOD members were getting the best of the prospect but Chance Frost ran over blasting Rhys in the back of his head making the fight even. On the other side of the ring Kyan was going at Jimmy Page specifically as Odyn and Volkov were going at it with Eva and Beer Beer. At the same time both Odyn and Volkov tossed the ladies of HOD into the commentators getting rid of them. They then looked onto Jimmy Page as Kyan had him down crawling for safety. Rhys looked around all the chaos in the surrounding the ring and seen that the Reapers we having the upper hand in this battle. Once he looked over to see Lance Winters was back up to his feet he immediately yelled out and ordered for them all to retreat. The House members quickly got free of the Reapers and fled up the ramp! RANDY THE PILOT: THEY RUNNING BRUH?! HOUSE OF DYSPATHY IS RUNNING SCARED!!! All the Reapers along with Xavier Asher Daniels stood tall and got into the ring as Lance got a microphone before joining them. Lance rolled into the ring and walked over to the side of the ring facing the ramp as HOD retreated. LANCE WINTERS: WHERE YA going?! WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED?! HAHAHA!!!! The fans popped. The Reapers laughed as Lance looked over to Volkov. LANCE WINTERS: WELL I MIGHT AS well not KEEP A SECRETE ANY LONGER. He looks back towards HOD. LANCE WINTERS: FINNNAALLLYYYYYY. For the last DRAFT PICK OF THE NIGHT the REAPERS select....THE RED WOLF!!! VIKTOR VOLKOV!!!!!! The fans roar. LANCE WINTERS: THAT'S RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....THE REAPERS ARE together AGAIN!!!! And THERE'S NOT A SINGLE FUCK in this COMPANY that can DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. He points at the members of HOD. LANCE WINTERS: YOU WANTED A WAR?! Well YOU SUMBITCHES GOT ONE!!!! AND IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU CUNTS MET YOUR REAPER. Lance drops the microphone as the theme song hits once again bringing the show to a close. BRIAN MASON: Oh God...THE REAPERS ARE ALL ON DEFIANCE NOW?! JERMAINE MARKS: Aye silme. You best be careful for what you ask for all I'ma say. WINNERS: Reaper Rain via disqualification (14:11) |
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