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Defiance XLI Aftermath
Topic Started: Jan 18 2016, 10:46 AM (373 Views)
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after Defiance only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Defiance spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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Shane Atwater

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Mere moments into the aftermath of the match between Colton Sterling and Jack Warren, the newly...and surprisingly...returned Shane Atwater is making his way through the backstage area, as Eli Zayn rushes to catch up, the cameraman close behind.

ELI ZAYN: Shane! Shane! A moment of your time, please.

Shane slows to a halt, wordlessly as he gives Eli a slight nod to continue.

ELI ZAYN: Well...it’s been two months since you’ve been seen anywhere near an HKW facility. There was...well, I’ll say it, I’d been told paperwork had been filed concerning a rele---

SHANE ATWATER: You’re getting ahead of yourself, Eli. Let’s not bore the people with contract details. Put it bluntly...Yes. November 22nd, Destiny Chapter Two...I walked out of HKW. With no intention of coming back. I fell short that night...and I knew. I knew it was time for me to step aside. I wasn’t going to be that guy, Eli. The guy hanging around on the periphery, keeping others from stepping into the spot I was in. I had my shots. Two of them. And both of them were snatched out from under me. And if I couldn’t keep the promises that I made, to myself and to these people...if I couldn’t do that, then I didn’t belong here.

Shane pauses for a moment.

SHANE ATWATER: So I walked away. Focused on my commitments to GFP, and talked terms about restructuring a deal. I loved this place. Still do. But I was convinced my place wasn’t here anymore. It was time for someone else to step up.

ELI ZAYN: So why come back now?

SHANE ATWATER:....Because as always….Jack Warren couldn’t leave well enough alone. I was gone. Onyx was gone. He had the championship….and for whatever reason, no one else on this roster seemed willing to step up into that spot I left. He had carte blanche. But he just...couldn’t….let well enough alone.

Shane shakes his head, a familiar grim look crossing his face.

SHANE ATWATER: Every week, my name slipped past his lips. Every week, he came out here in front of these cameras and saw fit to try and bury me. He had his victory...but just like every other time in his life, Jackie-Boy, he couldn’t be content with that. Just like every other time in his life, he got greedy. And he got stupid. He kept calling, and calling, and calling my name, long after he should have moved on….

The glimmer of a smirk plays across Shane’s face then.

SHANE ATWATER: So I answered.

ELI ZAYN: So what happens now? I mean, the obvious answer is a challenge for the--

SHANE ATWATER: I’m not concerned about that right now. The World Championship...That’s for the Board to decide. Not me. No more promises, no more threats, none of that. The only thing I can tell you is this, Eli. It’s high time for Jack Warren to understand just what kind of misery he’s put me, and everyone else on the Defiance roster through….and as long as I’m still breathing on this Earth, I’m going to make sure that’s exactly what happens. Since November 22nd last year, Eli...I’ve been in a living Hell.

Shane gives a pointed look, voice lowering slightly.

SHANE ATWATER: And it’s time I had some company.

With that, Shane makes his way past Eli toward the exit, as we cut away.
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Joey Miles
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The camera opens up to reveal a Golden Ring being held up. It pans out just enough, showing the person who's holding the ring to be Joey Miles. Joey stares at the ring, before snickering and tossing it over his shoulder. He turns his attention to the camera.

Joey Miles: "Fake rings, ay? Fitting, Kaiden. It's very fitting that a fake champion would walk around with a fake ring. So, let me get this straight; I took the coward's way out? I was nothing more than a common thief for stealing back what belongs to me? Yet, when you steal something that doesn't belong to you, it's simply a ... business acquisition? Heh, come on, man. At least try to hide your hypocrisy a little bit better than that. You got one over on me, though. Congratulations. All it costed you was a shot at the Bloodlust Championship. You know, a shot at actually winning a championship. Fair bit of warning, Ashley and Brian, you might want to watch your backs after your match. I'm sure Kaiden would be more than happy to steal that championship, too."

Miles licks his lips as he continues to look into the camera.

Joey Miles: "But I am surprised. Kaiden has graciously offered me a match for my Golden Ring. All I have to do is beat three other wrestlers, in succession, and then I get to face him. First up, Caleb Houston. I'm familiar with him. Good guy, but I'm not planning on letting myself be stopped by him. Up next is one of the people who helped him steal my Golden Ring, Beer Beer Ayano. Honestly, I look forward to getting the chance to break that cunt's neck for her involvement in all of this. And finally ... Well, I'm not sure who my third opponent will be. Anything to keep up the suspense, right Kaiden? It doesn't matter, though. Just as I earned that ring almost two months ago at Destiny, I'll earn it all over again. I beat seven other people for it then, yourself included. You don't think I can handle four more, yourself again included?"

The former commentator grins.

Joey Miles: "You know, you can hide behind this idea that you're playing a businessman all you want. I can see you for what you truly are, Kaiden; a coward. You refused to give me a fair shot at something I earned, something you have no right even touching, because you fear me. I'm five foot seven, one hundred and eighty pounds, if that, and you fear me. You fear me because you know that my small stature doesn't matter. You know I can beat you. You know that there was no way you were going to win that ring so you had to steal it from me. Now, you're forcing me to run the gauntlet in order to get my chance to, again, win my ring. Do you honestly think that having other people do your dirty work, once more, will work out for you this time? I've made the mistake of thinking you were a decent guy before. Now, I know what kind of vile, pathetic excuse of a human being I'm up against. I just can't wait to see how you try to get out of our match after I successfully run the gauntlet. Here's a bit of unfortunate news for you, buddy. You're not getting out of it this time. Say goodbye to my ring. It won't be in your possession much longer."

Miles goes to walk off, but stops himself, turning back to the camera once more.

Joey Miles: "Oh and just so you know, I want my ring back badly, but I have a far bigger desire to watch you burn ... and I don't mean figuratively. Watch your back."

The (rightful) Golden Ring holder winks at the camera before walking off.
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Nicole Hamilton
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NICOLE HAMILTON: “This isn’t real…..this isn’t real….THIS ISN’T REAL!”

The camera zooms out showing Nicole Hamilton standing backstage, looking out into the distance. She’s running her hair through her dark hair, pulling on the ends as she closes her eyes whispering to herself..

NICOLE HAMILTON: “We shouldn’t have lost….it’s all his fault…it’s all her fault…it’s all they’re fault! IT’S ALL THEIR GOD DAMN FAULT! THIS ISN'T REAL!”

Nicole screams out before crumbling down to the ground, wrapping her arms over her midsections, and hanging on to her body tightly. Her head hands down low as she groans out in frustration.

NICOLE HAMILTON: “This is much deeper than I thought…this….this spot I’m in…How did this happen….I had everything under control. I had Salem right where I wanted her…and he took that away from me….just like she took my belt away from me…TAKE TAKE TAKE..GOD DAMN TAKE. THAT’S ALL EVERYBODY EVER DOES IS TAKE! But no….no no NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Nicole lets out a sharp scream, before clenching her hair and pulling it some more. Her pulsing beating eyes are glued to the cameras as she shakes her head.

NICOLE HAMILTON: “No more…no fucking more. Nobody is taking ANYTHING from me anymore…instead I’m taking from them. I’ve come way too far to let anything get in my way….to let anyone get in my way…You guys keep calling me crazy…you guys keep saying I’m unstable and not right in the head…”

Nicole looks up shaking her head crawling over to the cameras sticking her face in it, her dark hair covering her face only showing her right eye as she screams…

NICOLE HAMILTON: “YOU PEOPLE HAVEN’T SEEN THE WORST! I’M GETTING MY BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP BACK AND I’M GETTING RID OF THAT STUPID DAMN WITCH ONCE AND FUCKING FOR ALL!!”

Nicole screams out again, before her hands and body begin to shake out of anger.

NICOLE HAMILTON: "Do something about it...do something about it...OH I'LL FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!"

Nicole screams, before dropping the camera on the ground harshly the scene fuzzing out.
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Brian Stryker

Brian has his head over a sink as he grasps a liter water bottle in his hands. There are a couple of doctors on hands as they are all clamoring trying to get Brian to sit down for a few minutes so the can start dressing the wound on his head. Brian didn't want to though. He was proud of the wound. It meant he went through a battle. Not just a battle. A battle for the number one contender spot for the Bloodlust title, which he won in thrilling fashion. He lifts his head, the blood still pouring out of his face, now lightly tinted by the water he was using. His brown hair stained red as well.

Stryker: Fucking finally. Finally after months of close calls and almosts I finally win a big time match. I finally stopped choking and won something. I had to win this match not because I wanted that spot more than anyone. I needed to win that spot. I wasn't gonna let one of those ass munchers take that spot and squander it. The Bloodlust title should be treated with respect and none of those idiots would have.

I have busted my ass the past few months. Worked on my in ring abilities as well as my physical condition. My body has been battered, bruised, and now bloodied in my quest to win. I don't want to win to pad my resume or start calling myself superman. I want to win to prove I can. For to long I've been looked at like a loser even though I know I can be better than that. And I started proving that tonight.

There are two rules in the world. Never get in a ground war in Asia and NEVER get into a hardcore match with me IN Philadelphia. I grew up just a few miles from this very arena. I bleed on the floors of the legendary bingo hall here and tonight, I bleed in front of a sold out crowd. I know for a fact I made an impression on our current Bloodlust champion and it's only gonna get better than this. When we finally clash it's gonna be 10000x more bloody than tonight and I want it that way. Blood brings out the real you. It shows what you can do when you are injured. Tonight I proved never underestimate me. Kaiden learned the hard way by Stryking Out.

Bring on the next challenge. I don't care what psycho I have to face. The real crazy ones are the ones who never say anything and have everyone fooled, thinking they are sane. Let this sight of me right now serve as a reminder. I am capable of many things in that ring. Continue to underestimate me and you'll end up looking worst than this. That I can promise. And that warning goes to everyone in HKW not just Ashley Sullivan.


He pours the rest of the water onto his head as he grabs a towel and drys his face off, removing most of the blood.

Stryker: Alright you annoying doctors. Close it up.
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Luke Wisia
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The scene falls in as Luke Wisia is in the public locker room and changing out of his gear for the evening after the six man tag team match he participated in earlier on. He peels off his boots and throws them in the bag with his head down, lost in thought. Wisia doesn’t say anything, but wraps a towel around his head, almost no expression to his face at all.

LUKE WISIA: Fuck that match. It means nothin’ to me.

He pulls his casual clothes out from his bag and throws them up against the wall of the locker as he wipes his face down with the towel around his neck. The door to the locker room flies open as HKW owner Brandon Banks storms inside and punches the wall.

BRANDON BANKS: FUCK KINDA BULLSHIT IS THIS BRUH?! WHAT IN THE FUCK DOES JINZAI THINK HE’S DOIN?!

Banks punches the wall again, then turns to Luke and flails his arms up in the air.

BRANDON BANKS: What kinda fuckin’ drugs is Jinzai on, bruh? I need to know so I could suspend his little brat ass.

Luke looks up from the floor to his cousin and grins that sick twisted smile that crosses his face from time to time.

LUKE WISIA: Of course Jinzai wants to follow the herd of sheep right into the War Games match. He will have his butt buddy Syn to watch out for ‘em. It would take an idiot to not wanna be in a match like that. It’s one that can make you into the biggest star with just one night.

Wisia stands up and stares at Brandon.

LUKE WISIA: You got this shit, though. Zero is desperate right now. He had to reach outside the box for Syn. With Syn comes Jinzai. He will keep reachin’ and tryna get one up on you every step of the way after you took his damn head off. Let ‘em reach. He ain’t ready for you the first time around ya took it to him and he won’t be ready come War Games either.

The frustrated Banks begins pacing around the locker room, and then stops to look at Luke as if a lightbulb lit up over his head.

BRANDON BANKS: Ayeeeee!! What the fuck you doin’ for War Games, bruh? You ain’t got a match yet, right?

Wisia’s eyes go wide as he stares at Brandon. They begin to narrow as Luke watches his cousin with a look of not trying to walk into a trap.

LUKE WISIA: Actually… I been depressed as fuck because I have no idea what I’m doin’ for War Games. Felicity refuses to give me another match and that shit been hauntin’ me. So nah, I ain’t got a match. You gettin’ at what I think you’re gettin’ at?

Banks takes a step forward and flashes a grin.

BRANDON BANKS: I don’t know what you think to be honest. Shit, tryna think of the shit that I think you think freaks me the hell out so I don’t know. But if you thinkin’ that I’m finna ask you to be on my squad at War Games then you thinkin’ right. Shit, you still hate Syn’s fuckin’ Ronald McDonald lookin’ ass don’t you?

The HKW owner takes another step forward, the smell from the locker room clearly making him sick as he pulls his shirt over his nose.

BRANDON BANKS: And Jinzai? Everybody hates Jinzai. Nobody likes a hyper ninja who high off adderall all the time.

Luke chews on his jaw some as he looks at a blank space in his locker, thinking about what Brandon is saying.

LUKE WISIA: I fuckin’..... hate Syn…. There’s probably no one in this world I hate more than that dude for what he did to me. I’ll never forget that shit. And Jinzai? Fuck Jinzai. If he thinks he’s gonna ride on the Syn bandwagon to get his free ticket into a War Games match… You know what? I’m in.

Wisia throws a shirt over his head and pulls it down.

LUKE WISIA: Count me in. I ain’t got shit to do for War Games. Teamin’ with you and Strike? I’M FUCKIN’ IN! Anythin’ to bring down that bastard Syn. I deserve a little payback of my own.

The older Banks reaches forward forward and messes Wisia’s hair up a bit.

BRANDON BANKS: Ayeeeeeeee! Good shit, good shit. That’s, uh… Me, you, Strike…

He counts on his fingers.

BRANDON BANKS: Three now! Aight, bet. Finna go find me a number four real quick so I can have the numbers on these ninjas.

Banks goes to walk out until Wisia turns around from his locker and speaks up loud enough to stop Brandon in his tracks.

LUKE WISIA: Gotta request, though. My manslaughter charge was dropped to reckless drivin’. I ain’t go to jail for that shit if it weren’t for the clusterfuck of a mess that came with it. If I do this, any chance I can have my full pay back? If you say nah, then it’s a nah, but I figured I at least gotta try all things considered.

Banks lets out a sigh and turns around just as he reaches the locker room door.

BRANDON BANKS: Maaaaaaan, but if you get your pay back then it’s like you gettin’ a free pass to go and get arrested.

Taking a minute to think, Banks pulled the locker room door open taps his foot off the floor

BRANDON BANKS: Bet, this what we gonna do. You can have your full pay back, but if you get arrested you ain’t get no pay. You ain’t get no bookings. You ain’t have no damn job.

Wisia looks like he just ate a lemon as his face puckers up, but he gives a stiff nod of the head to Brandon before swallowing any bad tasting remarks.

LUKE WISIA: Deal… Fair enough. I ain’t got any excuses. My pay is back and that’s that.

Wisia gathers up his things and throws them into the bag at his feet before pulling it over his shoulder. He walks up next to Brandon and looks over one last time before leaving the locker room entirely.

LUKE WISIA: Now if you’ll excuse me. Gonna take me a good two months to get in the right mental state of mind for this War Games match. I plan on goin’ in an even worse mood than I was when Felicity beat me in that cage match.

With another nod, Wisia walks out of the locker room as the scene fades away to black.
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R.I.P.

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HKW No Limits Champion x1
Wild Circuit Media Award Winner 2015: Most Charismatic
World Crown Tag Team Champion w/ Jackie Fowler x1
Villain of the Mid-Year HKW Award 2016
Match of the Mid-Year HKW Award 2016
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