| SubVersion 6 Aftermath | |
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| Riskodamous | Jan 26 2016, 04:52 AM Post #1 |
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| Joey Perello | Jan 26 2016, 08:07 AM Post #2 |
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Just as cameras show up backstage for the Subversion Aftermath, Joey Perello is seen exiting his office with a bit a pep to his step. He turns down the hall and stops in place once he sees Tristan Morris standing directly in front of him with a microphone in hand. JOEY PERELLO: Knew it wouldn't be long before I ran into you. How's it going, Tristan? The Subversion interviewer nods his head and takes a step toward Perello. TRISTAN MORRIS: Things are going, but I'm not here to talk about me, boss. Earlier in the night, you said you were going to make two big announcements regarding Lucifer Effect. Care to shed some light on those? Perello smirks, licking his lips before he speaks back up. JOEY PERELLO: Of course. As everyone saw, Jackson Magnum came to my office earlier tonight and made a request for the Hybrid Championship match at Lucifer Effect. A request for that contest to be a deathmatch for a variety of different reasons, and after careful deliberation... The Subversion general manager pauses for a dramatic effect. JOEY PERELLO: I've decided to go ahead and make the contest between Jackson Magnum and Hunter Werth for the Hybrid Championship... a deathmatch! The crowd inside the arena cheers the announcement, but Perello wasn't done just yet. JOEY PERELLO: And as far as the Global Championship number one contenders match goes. Well, everyone who performed tonight impressed me. We have such depth on the roster that this decision was much harder than I originally assumed it would be. But as the night went by, one person kept sticking out. Someone who has been here for quite some time, worked her ass off, and till this day doesn't get the credit she deserves. With that said, I decided that I'm going to give her the chance to silence all her doubters by becoming the number one contender for the Global Championship. So, at Lucifer Effect... Perello smirks. JOEY PERELLO: It's going to be XPJ taking on... Riley Lynn! Tristan Morris seems genuinely stunned that Perello picked Riley, but the crowd watching from the knoxotron seem to approve of this decision as they nearly blow the roof off of the arena. JOEY PERELLO: Now, if you'll excuse me... I have a flight to catch and a pregnant wife to get to. With that, Perello walks by Tristan Morris and heads to the exit. |
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| Asha Astor | Jan 26 2016, 12:12 PM Post #3 |
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Riley Lynn is seen happily skipping down the hall where she is stopped by Tristan Morris. She smiles over at him slowing down to complete stop. TRISTAN MORRIS: Riley Lynn congratulations on your big win tonight. How are you feeling? Riley laughs some as she runs her hand through her hair. RILEY LYNN: It feels fucking epic. Man, at first I was nervous Trist. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do well fresh off my break, but as soon as I heard the fans on their feet I knew it was time. All the shit Fake Regina and friend were talking on Twitter made it that much more worth it to beat her ass! TRISTAN MORRIS: Speaking of your win over Veronica people are buzzing about the mysterious voice on the screen that distracted her. Any thoughts on what it might be? Riley listens closely thinking to herself. RILEY LYNN: I have a couple theories myself actually. I'm thinking it could've been Ultron, but then again it could've been Darth Vader. I'm not quite sure yet Trist. It might even be The Scarecrow, but I could've just been playing Arkham Knight too much...whoever it was thanks for the win! Riley nods her head smiling. TRISTAN MORRIS: : Wow, all great ideas. So, it has just been announced by GM Joey Perello that you will be taking on XPJ for the number one contendership for the Global Title at the next PPV. What are your thoughts? RILEY LYNN: I'm so pumped! I've been working hard for an opportunity like this for a while. I honestly don't have any words. THANKS JOEY! Riley speaks int the camera a little teary eyed. TRISTAN MORRIS: Thank you for your time Miss Lynn. The scene fades. |
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| Elijah Black | Jan 26 2016, 04:25 PM Post #4 |
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With the latest edition of SubVersion wrapped up and the fans headed for the exits, the only activity within the Sleep Train Arena is the ring crew disassembling the ring - but they are not alone, because seated in one of the areas of the arena where the chairs have not yet been packed away is Elijah Black, watching the scene in front of him intently in a manner where you can almost hear the gears in his head clicking together, almost as if watching the Hard Knox ring being deconstructed is giving him some ideas However, the real reason he is yet to speak is less to do with watching the scene unfold before him, and more to do with Black knowing full well that he has our attention - and he's making us wait for him to speak because he can, and he's enjoying this small moment of power maybe a little bit too much before he decides to break his silence ELIJAH BLACK: You would think that people would be smarter enough to realise that, if you spend weeks provoking somebody, you're running the risk of that person having enough of your shit and doing something about it. You'd think, but... Black raises his finger, which still has some residue of Fabiana Garcia's blood upon it - and once he has shown this to the camera, Black licks it off of his finger...only to grimace before spitting on the arena floor ELIJAH BLACK: You can almost taste the entitlement... Black wipes the remnants of the spit from around his mouth, before he continues ELIJAH BLACK: I told her a match would come, but that was not enough, it had to be now, now, now, meaning I should've dropped everything to appease her selfish needs. Hybrid Hell? Crowned Royalty? I should've walked away from those because Fabiana Garcia wanting a match comes before everything else. If she can't see how unrealistic that is when I spell it out like that, she deserved everything that happened to her tonight because that's the only way she will ever learn. So now she knows who she's picking a fight with, but what she has to work out for herself is whether it was worth it. A devilish smirk crosses the corner of Black's lips - but he's far from being finished ELIJAH BLACK: On the subject of blood, I see a handful of Defiance's most expendable have had the red carpet rolled out for them tonight, and no doubt expect everyone around here stand in silent reverence as we are graced with their presence all because of where they were. Isn't it nice how that works? Most of the SubVersion roster has been on this side of the door doing what they do, be it winning matches or filming some hokey Paranormal Activity rip-off to try and say they're the Hybrid Champion, but that counts for naught because half a dozen people walked through the door tonight and now we've got to take a step back so they can get settled. Genius. So much better than, say, telling the lot of them that if they don;t get up to speed ASAP, they'll be taking a backseat to people who are in a better position to do so. It looks as if Black is going to continue talking, but instead he points in the direction of the ring being dismantled ELIJAH BLACK: You see that? That is what needs to happen in Hard Knox, as old structures get taken apart one piece at a time until they can no longer support their own weight and gravity does the rest. I've already demonstrated that somebody saying gimme gimme gimme to get a title match they feel entitled to can bring a set of consequences that should warn others of being so selfish, and now I get to watch a group of economic migrants walk from Defiance to my brand, and this means I get to do one thing that nobody else dare think of: rather than hold the door open and welcome them here, I'm going to slam the door in their face and tell them if they damn well better earnthe right to be a part of this roster. |
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| Jordan Parker | Jan 27 2016, 08:18 AM Post #5 |
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Back in the medical area of the Sleepy Train arena, again, sits Jordan Parker. This time after his match up with Sinn Duangrat. The same doctor from before attempts to check the teen, but is finding his patient to less than willing. JORDAN PARKER: Just stop! I'm fine. Jordan shoves off the examination table, nearly hitting his knees from the pain. However, he forces himself to stand up. The doctor shakes his head. He starts to respond to the slightly irrational teenager, but is interrupted. JORDAN PARKER: I don't care what my contract says. I will be fine, I'm not letting you or anyone for that matter try and stop me from getting what I want. Not my crazy father and his hatred for who I train with. I'm not running in fear of Fabian Garcia, Levi Chambers, and certainly not Sinn Duangrat. He rolls his eyes and looks over at the camera watching them. JORDAN PARKER: Yeah, I'm hurt, but I am still here and nothing you do will ever change that. No matter what you or the rest of your Project Continuum think, say, or do. You will not run me off, so get over it already. He pushes past the cameraman and out into the hall, the camera follows his movements. He stops for a moment, then spins back around. JORDAN PARKER: Another thing, Brandon Banks... Lyle Risky… Our glorious leaders in HKW. For whatever reason the teenager feels emboldened and comes back towards the camera. If he is feeling pain, which he is, he's doing a great job of hiding it at the moment. JORDAN PARKER: You want to threaten me with your human pink slip. Send him then. He's not stopping me either. The more Jordan gets worked up the harder it becomes for him to breathe. He has to take short, quick, breaths. Which make it look like he's hyperventilating. He steps back and leans against a wall. JORDAN PARKER: Anyone else out there with a problem about my age? He hold his arms out will one out and one half way. JORDAN PARKER: I'm right here. .Jordan glares into the camera for a few moments before turning to stop away again. This time he doesn't turn back. |
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| The Pretty Committee | Jan 29 2016, 12:44 AM Post #6 |
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The camera opens up backstage inside of the Pretty Committee locker room where we see Veronica who had a clearly upset look on her face. it was bright red with frustration as she was being fanned in a dramatic fashion by her mentee Bianca Davis. Veronica was on the phone barking orders into it with frustration. Veronica Taylor: Ugh, I don't care what happened in that ring was a total injustice. Like, who the hell let that rodent use her voice over the loudspeaker? Like have you heard of anything so foolish? God like who the hell cares about Bianca slapping her ugly mother she deserved it. Like, the amount of disrespect I deal with on a daily base totally uncalled for. The first class model rolls her eyes, scoffing at the words coming from the other end of the phone conversation. Veronica Taylor: Well, listen I don't care I want a memo sent to HKW management or whoever makes the matches here. That, I do not appreciate my matches the match that draws the damn ratings here, to be interrupted by some freak on voiceover and video. And whoever, let that video on the video screen I want them fired from this company? For what? For being a useless moron like who would help screw the First Lady out of a match against some lowly little gamer dork? Veronica shrugs her shoulders clearly annoyed with the person on the other end, as Bianca pipes up while fanning her mentor. Bianca Davis: Ugh sounds like another basic Vero, like when will they learn their place? She held her hand over the area, where the person on the other end could hear what she was saying. Veronica Taylor: I am trying to figure out the same thing girl. She then let her well-manicured hand off of it, before putting it back up to her lips. Veronica Taylor: Well, all I know is the limo better be ready for your sake, because I want to get out of this cesspool town. Like for real, if I had enough paper bags, I would hand them out to all the people who live here ugh! Bianca Davis: They are just like those losers who lost to me in the Miss Teen USA contest jealous, fugly, and stupid. Blaming their failures on me instead of on themselves, for being such basic losers. Bianca put the l for loser on her forehead. As Veronica let out an arrogant chuckle more than amused by the comments from the former beauty queen. However, she turned her attention back to the person on the other end of the phone. Veronica Taylor: Ugh, like the whole vengeance thing? Like what is she twelve? She wants vengeance but really, she will not get it. She will learn straight up what happens when you mess with the Pretty Committee, and that is you get your own personal make, and let's face Nina needs it and needs it bad. Now get that limo here you are boring me with your basic talk. Veronica flicked her hair arrogantly as she clicked her phone, as the scene faded to black clearly the Pretty Committee was very upset. However, they had a plan, and a plan they would begin to execute very soon, what will happen as a result? |
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| Jackson Magnum | Jan 29 2016, 04:08 PM Post #7 |
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After the show we see Jax in his locker room leaned over looking at the ground. He shook his head in disbelief as he throws his head back allowing it to hit the locker behind him with a slight thud. JAX MAGNUM: Man, I don’t even know what ta say anymore. It’s like a constant belittlement, a saddening truth, and a shocking reality is all unveiled in one night . Overall, wasn’t a horrible night but in the end Hunter managed to screw me again like he always. Yeah, the hypocritical bastard who’s always pointing out others flaws shows us yet again, that there is no level that he’s not going to stoop ta in an attempt ta keep me down. Jackson simply smiles to himself as he leans forward a moment of clarity comes in the form of an epiphanic glow which almost immediately takes the bewildered Jax and places him into a state of immense relaxation. JAX MAGNUM: But in the end I got what I wanted Hunter, for so long this endeavor of ours has been far too one side. I come out week in and week out, and soldier forth, dragging yer name, yer title, and yer reputation through the dirt. Finally, ye have returned filled with hope and light, ready ta save the day. Jax makes his way over to a locker reaching to the top of it he pulls out a satchel, then a brown paper bag, lastly he reaches into the bottom section of the locker, pulling a barbed wire covered baseball bat. He gives it a once over with a smirk before he heads back over to the locker room bench. There was a light in his eyes now, a feeling of self worth that’s been none existent within for quite a while now. He sets the bat on the bench then goes over and sits beside it with both satchell and the bag in his right. He sets the satchel down and lifts up the brown bag into the air. JAX MAGNUM: Hunter, the thing is that ye’ll never see what ye did as wrong. Which will always allow ye to stay in everlasting eutopia of ignorance and self righteousness. While I’ll always be the indignant bastardized demon from Ireland. Ye’ll never accept responsibility fer what ye took from me. Jax looks up to the brown bag with a smirk on his face as he turns it over allowing thousand of tacks to spill onto the locker room floor. JAX MAGNUM: My friends, Jax reaches over to the satchel and pulls it opens. Turning it over shards of glass begin to spill onto the floor over the tacks. JAX MAGNUM: My fans, My future, Hell Hunter, ye are probably the reason my marriage ended the way it did. I became so obsessed with the title, with ye, and everything that ye did. That nothing else mattered, and that’s the truth of the matter. Ye took everything I thought was important away. Everything. He says in a mumble. JAX MAGNUM: So, obsession over the title because obsession over ye. The will ta be the best transformed into an overarching story of me wanting nothing more than to destroy ye. And my Disney movie of life has transformed into a horror flick. Jackson reaches over grabbing the barbed wire baseball bat. Sighing he shakes his head with a bit of desperation and resignation, knowing this is where their “story” was headed. JAX MAGNUM: I always like to think of things as stories. And in the end it comes down to one a series of small battles leading to an epic encounter. But ye’ve already hurt me with everything ye have at yer disposal. There is nothing ye can do to me, no amount of physical pain that can measure to the emotional doomsday that has become my life. No amount of tack embedded in my body, can match the sheer pain of hearing the fans boo after I’ve sacrificed everything for them. No amount glass slicing into my very core, can match the pain of leaving everything behind, of losing a woman that at one time meant everything to you. And no amount of skin ripped and torn away from my face, can match the everlasting effects of when ye crucified my personal life, and my friendships. Jax leers up at the camera , bat still in hand. JAX MAGNUM: I know ye think at Lucifer Effect, yer going ta hurt me. That yer going ta make me bleed and suffer, but in truth ye won’t. No amount of blood will make me hurt anymore than I already do. Hunter, ye aren’t stopping me, no amount of Kryptonite will stop this superman, no amount of lobbying will give ye a stay of execution from Thee Prince, and there’s nothing ye can do ta save yerself now. I told ye I hope that ye cling ta that belt with yer last breath, I stand by that quote, because that way I can make ye feel the pain, suffering, and death that ye’ve put me through fer the last six months. Jax stands up looking around at the room, it looks as if it’s a representation of his life. Everything’s scattered, a mess, and capable of tearing him to shreds. JAX MAGNUM: I will make ye bleed, I will take that Hybrid title from ye, and if need be I will devour ye, body and soul. Until yer as broken as I am. But fer now, no more words, I don’t think there's anything left to say. With that Jax stands up, walking straight through the tacks and glass as he holds onto the baseball, as the scene fades. |
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| Emilio Vialpando | Feb 1 2016, 10:35 PM Post #8 |
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The scene fades backstage as Felix Vialpando was seen leaning up against a wall texting away on his phone while he waited for his older cousin Emilio. The show went as planned tonight except for him losing his tag team match. He laughed at a txt message until Tristian Morris walked up on him. TRISTAN MORRIS: Hey Felix. Mind if I ask you a few questions about tonight’s show? Felix groans. FELIX VIALPANDO: The hell you want dweeb? Really fuckin’ up my vide. TRISTAN MORRIS: You do know you cost yourself the match tonight right? VIalpando shakes his head and puts his phone away. FELIX VIALPANDO: The hell you just say? You can’t be fuckin’ serious. It was obviously that dumb fuck Blvk or whatever’s fault that we fucking lost! Not me! I was the best damn thing standing in that ring breh. Matter of fact let’s jsut be honest. I was the only heartbeat in that entire arena that mattered! TRISTAN MORRIS: You let him lose, Felix! You lead to him getting pinned. You even stood there and watched! FELIX VIALPANDO: He brought it on himself. The fucking idiot. I had that damn match in the bag breh! Just as Felix and Tristan continue their conversation, they’re spontaneously interrupted by one loud, angry and rambunctious voice. And before either of them can prepare themselves, the very man in questions steps into the room. BLVCK JONES: YOOOOOOOOOOO! YOOOO! YO! Lemme holla at you real quick dickhead! There’s a look of serious fervor in Jones’ eyes, as he addresses Felix rather demonstratively, twisted locks flying every which way as he waves his right hand frantically. BLVCK JONES: See, I realize that we ain’t really been properly introduced kid, so let me tell you exactly who it is that YOU got fucked up, aight? Peep game here. Jones slams the back of his left hand into his right hand a few times, looking Felix right in the eyes. BLVCK JONES: I’m BLVCK JONES. Stylized with a V, because that’s exactly what I be getting from these nubian queens, while the white hoes give me that Becky whenever I say so… but I ain’t here talk about none of that. NAH DAWG! I’m here to talk about how I stepped onto scene here tonight, and had the scene JUMPIN’ LIKE JORRRRR-DAAAAAAAAN! Man even them racist hick ass Donald Trump, Jeb Bush supporting mofos was feeling my energy because I brought it TONIGHT! Because that’s what I do… I BRING IT! I ball HARD! I put numbers on the BOARD! He shouts right in Felix’s face. BLVCK JONES: But that’s why you pulled that bullshit tonight, huh? Yeaahhh. Cause you a herb. Cause you a hater. Cause you know shits about to hit the fan for you and punk ass niggas LIKE you now that a thoroughbred done stepped foot into HK-DUB. Look here, Fee-Fee. I’m loose cannon. I ain’t got no picks bruh, and no patience for that fuck shit. I come from Philly dawg, and not just any part of Philly, I’m talking WEST! I grew up down the BOTTOM. The PROJECTS! I used to hoop at the PIT where mofos would wait on cats with they squad and hit LICKS! I done seen kids drop out of middle school to flip BRICKS! I see a man get his head blown off with a SAWED OFF! I was raised by streets, and I done some things - some bad things, so bad that I can’t sleep at night half the time cause I’m afraid of seeing them nightmares and what not. He explains, still visibly incensed. BLVCK JONES: So when I tell you that I ain’t the one to fuck with out here, know that I ain’t telling you that to intimidate you, cause of course can’t nobody scare you right? RIGHT? Yeaaah. You bad RIGHT? Jordan Mack ass nigga! UNCLE BERNIE… I’M BAD ASS NIGGA! He says, mockingly. BLVCK JONES: I hope you are as bad as you think are. I hope you got two eyes in the back of that bullet ass head of yours, and you just better have that head on a swivel, cause you ain’t Malcolm but you definitely in the middle… you in some deep shit now fam! You in my business. You in my crosshairs. And I got something for you. So just know when I tell you I owe you one… Jones gets right up in Felix’s grill, staring him down with a ghastly glare. BLVCK JONES: I. OWE. YOU. ONE. The two continue their staredown until Jones backs away, nodding his head and repeating his last sentiment well, repeatedly. Felix and Tristan back away. Felix wanted to engage and go fight him but before he even could the HKW Global Champion steps out of SubVersion’s General Manager Joseph Perello’s office. He looks over to Felix who was clearly pissed off by Jones’ words. EMILIO VIALPANDO: Aight you ready? FELIX VIALPANDO: Pinche idiota! Felix storms off leaving Emilio to wonder what he was angry about. He then looks over to Tristan. TRISTAN MORRIS: Hey Emilio. Can I-- EMILIO VIALPANDO: Chingate perra. The Global Champion shakes his head and walks away in the direction his younger cousin went leaving Tristan Morris standing there alone as the scene fades away. Edited by Emilio Vialpando, Feb 1 2016, 10:35 PM.
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