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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:24 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Venue: Consol Energy Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLII poster!
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:29 AM Post #2 |
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![]() A camera is backstage only to show nothing but the blank white of the wall. It turns to the left and right for a second before looking up to see Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan perched up on a small stage, likely a maintenance area for the ceiling. The Bloodlust Championship title belt draped and hooked over the railing, Ashley leans out as she stands up high over the camera. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Over two years. That's how long that I've been doing this... and I'm still kind of seen as a bit young to be doing this. What? Because I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life and didn't waste any time in going after it? That's kind of been the story of my career in this business since day one, always feeling like I'm walking against the tide. Always in the shadow of someone else. When I first started this, it was being compared to Zack and Erin and that I got a pass into HKW because of my family. It's not my fault who I'm related to or who she married. They trained me and gave me those first building blocks to get started. They were part of the foundation, everything else that got built on top of it and everyone sees has nothing to do with them. Wiping her hair away from her face, Ashley smiles a little as she thinks to herself on memories of her past and achievements in wrestling. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I love Fel. She's my best friend. But the fact that people linked all of Descent's success to her drove me nuts. We dominated this company's tag division. No one could get anywhere near our level. And for life of me, it felt like I couldn't get any of the credit. The fuck am I supposed to be? Chopped chicken liver? We were a team. I had to do with our success just as much as her. And I couldn't get away from being seen as the sidekick when I tagged with... Colton... over in FGA. It was all about him and I just stood around, looked pretty and kicked people when they were already beat. I had to get that monkey off of my back and do my own thing... and I knew exactly how. Reaching down, Ashley runs her hand along the gilded face of the Bloodlust title belt as she strokes it as she would a pet. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: THIS is why I came back to HKW. I saw THIS and KNEW if I could make lift it up from where it was, I would finally shake all the doubt about me being able to do things on my own without anyone's help. And to the shock of a lot of people, I've MADE the Bloodlust division. And I've done it on my own. No one else won this belt for me. My family didn't fight my fights for me. Neither Fel or Colton were in my corner for me to tag in if I got in trouble. I did it all by myself. And with that, I shut out any doubt about who I am by taking what so many saw as a pathetic excuse for a title and made it respected... even feared by some. If I could do that, what can't I do? As far as I'm concerned with doing that kind of feat, everything I touch just turns into gold. Anyone I get in that ring with looks like a million bucks even after I kick their asses, I make our commentary team look like geniuses when I join them at that table to watch who gets the right to challenge for this, hell even this camera man feels it. I am the best in the world at what I do. Unclasping the belt's straps from around the railing, Ashley takes the Bloodlust title and holds it on her shoulder. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: And it's about damn time that it's been recognized. For two years, I was in the shadows of everyone else around me. Well those days are over now. Now I have people in my shadow looking up at me and wanting to be where I am. Some have the talent, most don't though. I have screw ups like Brian Stryker trying to make up for all the time he's wasted when he was my age. He's jealous that he dropped the ball when I held that bitch and ran with it... and no one's stopping me anytime soon. I got old hacks like Brad Kane preaching about the ills of the Bloodlust division and how it's going to end up killing people like me. This is some Prohibition type crap with trying to destroy what you see as wrong. Who the hell is he to judge what I do. Taking the Bloodlust title from her shoulder, Ashley holds it out over the railing proudly. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I AM the Bloodlust division! And it belongs to people like ME! That's something that I've learned doing the Glory Cup but especially the Young Guns Cup. This generation... MY generation... are some of the most dedicated, stubborn, emotional, innovative bunch of people to come into this business in a long time. THAT's what the Bloodlust division is about. Yeah it's violent and bloody, but we're also doing things OUR way. It's our way of saying "Yeah, maybe we are a little too violent, too inexperienced, too full of our own shit. But it's our life to live. So fuck you, you're wrong. Fuck you, we're right." Anyone going through their training can look up at me and think to themselves, "Yeah, I want to do that." They have a goal to aim for, to make it to the dance because, believe me, this is the dance. Pulling the Bloodlust title back from over the railing, Ashley drapes it back over her shoulder again, running her free hand along the railing. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Now I had to ask myself a question a couple weeks ago. "How do I show people what it means to be a part of this division? How much do they have to sacrifice to make it in wrestling hardest matches? The innovation required to dance on this stage?" And then I had it figured out. Brian said he wants to bleed, well he will. This March at War Ready, the Bloodlust title needs to be rechristened as a statement about my reign as champion. At War Ready, it'll be me and Brian Stryker in a barbed-wire match. And this title will be covered in the blood he says he's so eager to give. And for that Brian, I along everyone else that dreams of holding this title one day, thank you. Climbing over the railing, Ashley hops down from the stage and lands on her feet with a cat-like grace. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: This is definitely interesting time for the roster too with the draft. Now I get to roll out the welcome wagon one of our newest draftees. Welcome to Defiance, Aries. You're going to need it because you're going to have to step it up from the Subversion game you've been so used to. With a confident smirk, Ashley walks off camera as the shot transitions to another part of the arena... ![]() Cameras go to the back entrance of the Consol Energy Center where Felicity Banks is shown entering the arena dressed in a skyblue pair of her personal “The Supreme” sweatsuit. She has her gear inside the suitcase she's pulling, looking as if she was ready to go despite not being booked. Once she turns the hall to get to the locker room, she gets stopped in mid-step by her brother, Brandon. BRANDON BANKS: Ayeeee, you showed up! Really thought you and Fran were both finna take the night off and do this contract signing jawn through Skype or somethin’. Felicity rolls her eyes and moves Brandon out of the way. FELICITY BANKS: I haven’t missed a show in… god knows how long, Brandon. I’m trying to keep my streak alive here. As Felicity walks toward her designated locker room, Brandon runs up to her and taps her shoulder to get her attention. BRANDON BANKS: Aye, listen. I wanna talk to you bout somethin’. I don’t know if you been payin’ attention or not, but there’s kinda this big ass War Games deal goin’ on right now. So I figured since you already defendin’ the No Limits title at House of Pain… The HKW owner shrugs, glancing down at his much shorter sister. BRANDON BANKS: You tryna be on my War Games squad, breh? I’m tryna whoop these ninjas asses and a lil’ ass firecracker like you exactly what SQUAD needs. You still knee ninjas jaws off, right? The male Banks asks quizzingly. BRANDON BANKS: My fault. I should know these things, but I really ain’t watch any of your matches ever since Onyx beat you three times in a row. The jab by Brandon causes Felicity to exhale deeply and clench her fist, still frustrated by the fact that she couldn’t seem to beat Onyx. FELICITY BANKS: I have been paying attention, Brandon. And yah, I know all about the War Games match. You know what else I know? Brandon gives his sister a look that says ‘tell me.’ FELICITY BANKS: I know you’re losing your mind again. I know you’re back to being the reckless, fickle, vengeful Brandon Banks that the wrestling world fell in love with. You’re wrestling again, and you’re doing it because you wanna have that one last run. But most importantly, you’re going right back down that dark road everyone thought you finally got off of. Felicity shakes her head at her brother. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously, Brandon. You and wrestling do not go together. Like, what’s the point of this? Why are you doing--- BRANDON BANKS: SHUT UP, FEL! The HKW owner shouts. BRANDON BANKS: Goddamn, came here to ask you a simple ass question. I ain’t come here for no goddamn lecture from your ass. Damn, you know what? Forgetcha then. Banks waves Felicity off and takes a step backwards. BRANDON BANKS: I got Luke and Strike anyway. Don’t need your ass since they both beat you. With that, Brandon spins around and walks away, leaving his sister behind to watch him walk away. FELICITY BANKS: Everyone around me is going crazy… The No Limits champion lets out a sigh before she turns around and walks in the direction of her locker room. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! The fast paced, angry sounding guitars of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupts over the PA as the audience instantly begins to vocalize their displeasure. Their jeers only grow louder as Aries bursts out from behind the curtain, fists clenched, and lip snarled as he appears. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. Once the seemingly seething wrestler makes his way to the ring, Aries immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stagehand follows, doing as they were apparently instructed to do, sitting on the second rope as the push up the top, holding the ropes open for the Canadian. But just as Aries prepares to duck into the ring, he decides to give the stage hand a nice boot to the mush, knocking them off of the apron as he enters the ring himself and quickly taking refuge in his corner. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Ontario, Canada; he is ARIES ARMADAIST! "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 his opponent, from Bradley Beach, NJ... 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. BRIAN MASON: Ashley vs Aries. Who do you guys got? JERMAINE MARKS: Taking the crippler, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Eh...I think Ash got this. SINGLES MATCH Aries Armadaist vs Ashley Sullivan DING! DING! DING! The two competitors slowly circle the ring before Aries goes for a lockup, only for Ash to dodge out of his attempt and kick him in the leg, forcing him to hop around in pain. Ash then catches Aries with a hurricanrana that sends him falling to the mat and rolling out of the ring, wanting a breather. Ash then hits the ropes opposite from where Aries is at and attempts to sail through the ropes, only for Aries to catch her with a forearm smash that stops her in her tracks and sends her falling back in the ring. Aries quickly slides in and goes for the cover as the audience boos him! BRIAN MASON: Aries caught Ash flush with that forearm smash! Does he have Sullivan here? ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Ash manages to throw her shoulder up before a two count, getting a shake of the head from Aries. Armadaist then grabs Sullivan and slowly gets her up to both feet before he hard irish whips the Bloodlust champion into the corner. Ash hits the corner hard and slowly stumbles forward, allowing Aries to lift her up with ease before planting her with a powerslam to more boos from the audience. Aries then decides to taunt the fans as he hears them booing him, motioning for them to get even louder with their boos as they did so. Armadaist then grabs Sullivan and gets her up to both feet once again before he irish whips her into the nearest corner. Ash leans against it as the Canadian then comes charging forward and catches her with an arched big boot! He steps back as she falls to the mat, allowing him to go for the cover again! JERMAINE MARKS: Straight boot to the face! That’s it! RANDY THE PILOT: Ever since Aries split from Tanner, dude been coldblooded. Ain’t surprise me he hitting Ash with this offense right now! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The usually angry Canadian shakes his head as he gets to his feet before he stomps away at the Bloodlust champion. Ash tries her best cover up, but Aries catches her with one stomp to the head that has her writhing around in pain and the blond man chuckling. Armadaist then gets Sullivan up to both feet again before he irish whips her towards the ropes. When Ashley bounces back, she catches Aries with a crossbody that drops him, going for the cover in the process! BRIAN MASON: Whoa! Ash with the crossbody may have just turned this whole thing around! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, she really caught Canadian Bacon off guard there! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Both competitors scramble to get up to both feet, getting to them around the same time. Aries charges forward and goes for a lariat, but Ashley dodges it! He then turns around and is met with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and out of the ring! Sullivan then runs the ropes again before sailing through the ropes and catching Aries with a suicide dive! Ashley then struggles to grab and roll Aries back into the ring, but she eventually does as the audience is now cheering her on. The Bloodlust champion then gets on the apron before climbing the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once at the top, she turns her back to Aries before leaping off and hitting a moonsault to another big pop from the audience! She goes for the cover again as the audience counts along with the ref! RANDY THE PILOT: She got all of that moonsault, bruh! BRIAN MASON: That might be all she wrote for Aries! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The champion gets to her feet after the kickout and shakes her head as well before she waits for him to get up to a vertical base. Once Aries slowly does that, she runs up from behind him and plants him with a one-handed bulldog! Sullivan then hooks both of Armadaist’s legs as she goes for the cover, the audience clearly behind her! JERMAINE MARKS: You better kickout, slime! I bet on you! RANDY THE PILOT: Aries got a hardass head. He just might kickout. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ash lets out a sigh as she does not manage to pick up the victory right there. Getting to her feet, Ashley grabs Aries by the head and slowly gets him up to both feet, only for Aries to catch her with an eye poke that gives him control of the match back! The ref barks at Armadaist for what he did, but he drops Sullivan with a headbutt before he goes for the cover, yelling at the ref to count! BRIAN MASON: Aries with an eye poke and a headbutt! And the ref did not like that! JERMAINE MARKS: These refs are some bitches, Mase. They ain’t gonna do shit. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries seems to be losing his cool as he gets to his feet and yells at the ref for his “slow” count, but the ref does not respond to Aries, not wanting to join Tanner in the hospital. Armadaist then turns back his attention to Sullivan, turning her over before he lifted and planted her with a deadlift German suplex, keeping a bridge in! The ref made the count as the audience booed! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s that strength of Aries right there! BRIAN MASON: ...His opponent doesn’t even weigh more than 110 pounds. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The Canadian slaps the mat in frustration as he manages to come up short in winning the match yet again. He grabs Sullivan once again and lifts her up into a powerbomb position, only for Ash to start fighting back by throwing punches to Aries’ skull! This leads to Ashley reversing the powerbomb into a hurricanrana that sends Aries crashing into the turnbuckles back first! Ashley quickly drags Aries using all of her strength to the center of the ring before she goes for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck was that, Randy?! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s called a hurricanrana. Speaking of, I’m gonna need a Slurpie soon. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ashley lets out another sigh as she fails to put Aries away yet again. She slowly gets up to both feet and motions for Aries to do the same, obviously wanting to put the match away! Armadaist slowly gets to his feet, but once he does, Sullivan rushes forward, grabs his head, and plants him once again with a swinging neckbreaker! The Bloodlust champion then goes for the cover, hooking both legs! BRIAN MASON: A beautiful swinging neckbreaker right there by the current HKW Bloodlust champion! JERMAINE MARKS: Aight, that was a pretty smart move. Don’t think she got Aries right here though! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sullivan lets out another sigh, matching the unanimous one from the audience, as Armadaist manages to kickout yet again! The New Jersey native gets to her feet and motions for the Ontario native to do the same. Once Aries is up to both feet, though groggily, Ash performs a handspring and catches the former Global Tag Team champion with a back elbow! Armadaist hits the mat with a thud as Sullivan goes for the cover again! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, that was a nasty handspring back elbow! BRIAN MASON: That’s Just A Dream, Randy! She might have Aries right here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Aries manages to kickout, so Ashley quickly gets to her feet and points to the nearest corner to cheers from the audience. She quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle before she stands tall on it, the audience cheering her on! Ash then leaps off and attempts Sunset, but Aries rolls out of the way at the last second, forcing Ash to hit the mat hard as she landed on her back! The Canadian smiles as he slowly gets to his feet and motions for the Bloodlust champion to do the same. Ashley slowly gets to her feet and turns towards Aries, who charges forward and catches her with his patent running knockout punch, dropping the champ! He goes for the cover as the audience boos! JERMAINE MARKS: Punch Of Kill Everything! He got her with that POKE, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s it. She ain’t getting up after this. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...ARIES ARRRRRRRRRMADAIST!!! Aries gets to his feet with an evil grin on his face as the ref raises his hand. However, the audience goes from booing him to cheering, getting a confused look from the wrestler. Aries then turns to look at the stage, where a street clothes dressed Brett Sands stands, mic in hand. BRETT SANDS: Surprised to see me? Aries climbs onto one of the turnbuckles and yells at Brett that “this is not his brand”. Brett cups his ear to hear him before he chuckles. BRETT SANDS: You’re right, Aries. This isn’t my brand. But neither is Subversion, my squarehead, dumb as fuck foe. In fact, I’m not exclusively signed to a certain brand, which means that I can be on either show whenever I want as long as I have an HKW contract, which I do. But since we are speaking of shows... Brett smirks as he stares at the enraged Aries. BRETT SANDS: At War Ready? You and I are going to meet in that ring and fight...IN A NO DISQUALIFICATIONS MATCH! The audience cheers loudly as Brett drops the mic and flips Aries off, getting a flip of the bird back from the Canadian as well as the show cuts to the back. WINNER: Aries Armadaist via pinfall (13:45) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Feb 2 2016, 12:34 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:33 AM Post #3 |
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![]() The cameras open to find HKW Digital Media/Broadcast Marketing Director and sometimes interviewer Flavia Rocha standing with a microphone. FLAVIA ROCHA: Hello, HKW Defiance fans… I’m here awaiting the scoop. A few words with a Defiance superstar. And here she is! A door opens and in walks Salem Cartier, a bag slung over her shoulder. She seems a bit weary, but in an okay mood. FLAVIA ROCHA: Salem, Salem… a few words, please? Salem puts on a smile and drops her bag on the floor. SALEM CARTIER: And deprive these great fans in Pittsburgh? Never! Wassup, homeslice? Flavia giggles and continues. FLAVIA ROCHA: Just wanted to get your thoughts about tonight’s main event match-up, as well as the Last Man Standing Match that has been made between yourself and Nicole Hamilton at War Ready, the only match we fully know the participants and stipulation for thus far. SALEM CARTIER: Look, tonight’s match speaks for itself… Volkov… Page… Cartier. That’s quality, right? I don’t think it’s a far stretch to say that a ton of wrestling fans know those names. We’ve all felt those bright lights hit us as champions up and down these roads. No gold on the line tonight, no no… something better than that, pride and prestige. Whoever gets their hand raised tonight will know they endured one hell of a fight and came out victorious. Now I’ve been running this way and that, grabbing flights seemingly every other day all over the world, having just endured the SSWA Young Guns Cup Tournament. Hey, I didn’t win it but being in the Final Four out of 64 isn’t that bad, right? Some other HKW peeps didn’t make it that far, now did they? But what does that earn me? Just another day at the office, to keep on plugging away. So… Jimmy, Viktor… let’s tango boys, I brought my dancin’ shoes. Salem does a little pop and lock and Michael Jackson dance move to emphasize her point and for slight comedic effect. SALEM CARTIER: *Ahem* But the bigger issue, the one I’m so happy about… Last Man Standing. It’s time to close a chapter on my return to HKW, and to put that nail in the coffin I have to put Nicole down for the count. No fluke pins. No silly count-outs. Last Man Standing, where you beat and pummel your opponent until they can’t answer the referee’s ten-count to get to their feet. This is the end, Nicole. I tried to be nice, give you a wakeup call… but you didn’t listen. You retreated further back into the cuckoo’s nest, too many bats in the belfry. Or so you’d have everyone believe. You’re not crazy, you’re just an attention seeker. Well hon, come March 13th in Brooklyn, at War Ready? You get every ounce of attention from the Witch. My only question for you is… CAN YOU STAND IT?! Salem sticks out her tongue and throws up some devil horns to the camera before grabbing her bag and departing. Flavia just looks on with arched eyebrows. FLAVIA ROCHA: Well, that’s a seemingly determined and fired up Salem Cartier… for tonight and beyond! ![]() The scene opens up backstage as RIP President Lance Winters is seen leaning up against a wall smoking a cigarette as he watched his young brother Kyan and Shelton at the catering table fixing themselves a plate. He wasn’t all that hungry as he was more so worried about getting his hands on any member of the House Of Dyspathy. Out of nowhere Kyan throws the full plate of food at the cook after tasting one of the chicken wings. Shelton tasted the food as well and did the same. Lance chuckled as they then proceeded to flip the table over and started forcing the servers faces in the food. It wasn’t the usual catering company that was actually good that was hired on last year so something like this was expected. CHANCE FROST: Looks like Kyan never changed. Chance appeared on the side of Winters still not wearing his cut as he has yet to earn it back just yet. But he has earned a bit more trust from Winters after last weeks brawl with HOD and taking the beating from Rhys Baines and Eva Castro while Shelton watched. Winters took a pull from the cigarette and nodded. LANCE WINTERS: Reminds ME OF the time he fought the LUNCH LADY in middle school. Chance looked over at him wondering if he was serious but Lance’s face didn’t change. His brother actually did fight a lunch lady. Got suspended for the rest of the week. Could of been worse but the Principle wasn’t trying to have some unfriendly Reapers knocking at his door the next day. CHANCE FROST: Jesus… LANCE WINTERS: What is it Chance? GONNA BEG me for you cut back? Chance stood there in silence while watching Kyan and Shelton raising all hell at the catering section. Security was being called over but once they heard it was the Reapers causing the ruckus RED was heard over the radio telling his men to not bother. CHANCE FROST: Have I not proved myself yet? I took that damn beating two weeks ago? And I fought hard as hell in the process. I helped these kids with saving you and Xavier’s butts. That has to show that I want this, Lance. Lance doesn’t say a word as he continues to smoke his cigarette. Chance shakes his head and knocks the cigarette out of Winters’ hand. Lance was quick to stand up right as he turned towards Chance looking as if he was ready to retaliate. Chance wasn’t afraid, he was ready to fight The Prez if he had to. Even if it meant getting his spot back in the club. CHANCE FROST: Do I got your fucking attention now? A chuckle is heard from out of the shot. Both Reapers slowly turn as RHYS BAINES slowly steps into the shot, a cigar in his right hand. As he lights up the cigar, he looks at Chance and Lance (that shit rhymes) with a smirk on his face. RHYS BAINES: My my. Am I sensing a little tension in the ranks of the great Reapers In Pride? You know, Lance, back when I was with The Family, if a soldier of mine did that to me, I would cut off an ear or a finger just to make sure he wouldn’t ever dare act like that again. But I guess you’ve gotten a little...soft nowadays. Lance balled up his fist ready to swing at Rhys as soon as he seen his face. LANCE WINTERS: YOU SON OF A BITCH. Winters started to lunge at Rhys but Chance held him back keeping him from doing so. CHANCE FROST: Calm down, Prez. Winters shoved Chance off and punched the cigar out of Rhys’ hand. LANCE WINTERS: You’re gonna regret THE DAY YOU even thought of CHALLENGING THE REAPERS. TAKING what BELONGS TO US. Lance snorts. LANCE WINTERS: You done PISSED OFF THE wrong MOTHER FUCKER SLUTTER PUSS. Rhys looks at the fallen cigar and shakes his head before he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit and pulls out another one, lighting it up and taking a puff before he blows the smoke in the direction of the Reapers. RHYS BAINES: I see that you are very mad, though that’s never really news, is it? However, I am here on behalf of my family, to make a challenge to you and these idiots that you call a family. Baines then raises up his left hand, every finger but the thumb raised. RHYS BAINES: War Ready. Four on four match. Four of the Reapers vs four members of the House of Dyspathy. Lance snatches the brand new cigar and launches it down the hall as it hits Lamar Belle walking out of the bathroom forcing him to fall down. The Prez then reaches inside of Rhys pocket pulling out four more cigars...He launches those two but keeps one for himself for safe keeping and all that jazz. Chance is seen behind Lance rubbing his forehead at the sight. LANCE WINTERS: OH so you WANT SOME OF THE REAPERS HUH?! He smirks. LANCE WINTERS: YOU SURE you want that death wish, Rhys? THERE’S NO COMING BACK from that BUCK’O. Rhys smiles. RHYS BAINES: I’m sure. Do we have a deal? LANCE WINTERS: YOU BET your pale belly ASS WE HAVE A DEAL. Lance steps up closer to Rhys’ face trying his hardest not to fight the man right there and then. LANCE WINTERS: OH I’M GONNA LOVE wiping that damn SMILE RIGHT OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE and SEND YOU RIGHT BACK TO sleeping with the WORMS. You should’ve stayed in that GRAVE, Rhys. I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET even breathing. YOU UNDERSTAND ME? Baines cracks another smile. RHYS BAINES: Understood. Rhys then walks off, leaving the Reapers In Pride behind. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California...here is, and I quote...JOEY FUCKING HARRIS!! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The lights dim to full darkness as intro voice of Lupe Fiasco’s voice speaks. The quote standing out is ‘They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves’ At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted along is black jacket is clear for all to see. 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 before stepping forward. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6”. 257 pounds of Enlightenment. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm. 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. BRIAN MASON: This should be an interest contest, guys. Two newcomers to HKW looking to make an impact. JERMAINE MARKS: I’d say DeMarcus has already made an impact, Masedog. Tellin’ you, homie one to watch out for in 2016. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him. SINGLES MATCH DeMarcus Gresham vs. Joey Harris DING! DING!! DING!!! Just as the opening bell tolls, Joey Harris runs across the ring and catches DeMarcus Gresham with a quick back elbow to the jaw. Gresham falls back into the corner, allowing Harris to come forward and start going to work on Gresham’s midsection with kick after kick. Harris pulls Gresham out of the corner and looks for a move, but before he could do anything, Gresham grabs a hold of Harris’ wrist and pulls him into a short-arm clothesline! Gresham holds onto Harris’ wrist and pulls him up to his feet. The Gifted One lifts Harris up horizontally and executes a crisp pendulum backbreaker before he flings him to the side as if he weighed nothing. Gresham smirks arrogantly as he watches Harris pulls himself up to his feet, measuring up for his next attack. Once Harris gets up, Gresham charges forward but Harris drops down and pulls down on the top rope, sending Gresham out of the ring and to the floor! BRIAN MASON: Ouch! Hard fall for DeMarcus there. RANDY THE PILOT: Exactly what Harris needed to get back into it, though. Harris falls to his back and rolls out of the ring after Gresham, but Gresham was already back up to his feet! Gresham lunges forward just as soon as Harris’ feet touch the floor, and drives him spine first into the apron before he whips him shoulder first into the steel ring steps! Gresham doesn’t give Harris any time to recover, immediately pulling him to his feet. Gresham grips up Harris’ arm and whips him HARD into the protective guardrail at ringside, causing even some of the fans to jump back! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Gresham ignores the count as he starts putting the boots to the back of Harris’ head and then finally lifts him to a vertical base. Gresham looks ready to slide Harris back inside the ring, but Harris comes out of nowhere with an elbow to Gresham’s midsection and follows it up with a spinning neckbreaker! FIVE! SIX! Harris hears the referee’s count halfway to ten and slides into the ring! JERMAINE MARKS: This bull might win here by countout! DeMarcus head SMACKED off that thin ass mat, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Right? He hasn’t moved since! The camera focuses in on DeMarcus clutching at the back of his head as the referee continues his count. SEVEN! EIGHT! DeMarcus gets up to his knees as Harris pleads with the referee to count faster! NINE! DeMarcus slides inside the ring at the last possible moment, but Harris was right there to put the boots to him. Harris makes sure to keep DeMarcus grounded, driving his knee into the back of his head after a fury of stomps. With DeMarcus down on the mat, Joey Harris climbs up to the middle rope and measures his opponent up. Once DeMarcus gets to his knees, Harris dives from the middle rope and drops an elbow to the back of the Gifted one’s head! Harris spins Gresham on his back, press back and pulls up the leg lazily for the pin attempt… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Gresham emphatically kicks out at two, bringing Harris to grab him by the side of his head and slam his head off the canvas repeatedly. Harris pulls himself away from Gresham and moves toward the corner, patiently waiting his opponent to rise to his feet. BRIAN MASON: Looks like Harris is going for something big! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, if he puts DeMarcus away here I’ll be stunned. DeMarcus gets up to his feet and Harris charges forward, but he runs right into a huge spear from Gresham! Gresham takes a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head and wipes the sweat away from his forehead. Finally back up to his feet, Gresham stomps over toward Joey Harris, pulls him up to his feet and lifts him up in fireman’s carry. Gresham spins around in a circle wants, and then delivers his trademark “Red Spade” death valley driver! The Defiance newcomer and imposter Santa isn’t pleased yet, as he immediately rips Harris up to his feet and wedges his head in between his legs. JERMAINE MARKS: The hell he doin’ now? RANDY THE PILOT: Whatever he wants. Gresham lifts Harris up, and sends him into the turnbuckle with the “Royal” buckle bomb! Gresham drops to the mat and starts doing pushups, but after five, he gets back up to a vertical base and starts pulling Harris up by his hair. Gresham looks Harris dead in the eye and says ‘you’re not gifted’ before he pulls him forward and hits the “Enlightenment” spinning side slam! Gresham hooks the leg and watches as the referee slides into position to make the cover… ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm!!! “Forms Follows Function” fills the arena speakers, the crowd showering the victory DeMarcus Gresham with boos. Gresham smirks slyly as he looks down at his fallen opponent, shifting his focus over to the referee once he stands upright. DeMarcus points at his wrist, motioning for the referee to raise his arm up in the air to which he obliges. BRIAN MASON: Impressive in-ring debut for DeMarcus here tonight, guys. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn right it was. That young bull Cassius better be takin’ notes because D-G comin’ for that ass, boy. RANDY THE PILOT: Think Cassius will be fine and he’ll prove that later in his in-ring debut. BRIAN MASON: And this man, DeMarcus Gresham, will be watching. DeMarcus takes in the jeers coming from the crowd as the camera goes to a split screen, showing Cassius Reed watching the live action from his locker room. 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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:38 AM Post #4 |
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Kyo’s making his way through the backstage area looking around. Making sure his thin black suit is perfect he adjust himself, before checking his nails. KYO: Love how perfectly the pink blends in with the black. He says smirking before knocking on the door lightly. He waits patiently for either Sine Mora to answer the door. A few moments later, Scarlet Flint opens the door. She isn't too amused, as evidenced by her “resting bitch face.” SCARLET FLINT: The fuck you want? Kyo throws his hands into the air innocently with a worried look upon his face. He takes a moment before gathering up the courage to speak. KYO: Was just checking in on an old GFP mate. You know, I saw what happened to you last week and it was awful. I couldn’t believe it. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. He says with a sincerity in his eyes that couldn’t be denied. Kyo seems legitimately concerned for his old GFP co-worker and employee. However, Scarlet was less than impressed or convinced. SCARLET FLINT: Riiiighhht. She scoffed. SCARLET FLINT: Aint no need to worry. When me and Artemis find out who did the shit, there’s gonna’ be hell to pay―believe that. Kyo again nods as if he’s agreeing. He is trying his best to prevent confrontation. KYO: Look I know you’re not my biggest fan but I kind of view the GFP people as my people Scarlet. The ones that stuck through the hard times at least. All I wanted to say is that I hope you catch exactly who did this. Kyo begins to back away before extending his hand out as a sign of solidarity. A moment later, Artemis Kaiser walks over. She looks at the out-stretched hand, and then looks up at Kyo. She shakes her head and slams the locker room door shut. Kyo stands there with a smug smirk on his face. Backstage, we see the beautiful Reese Spencer standing with her trust iPhone in hand. As the buxom beauty has her right hand extended out, it holds her phone. Staring at herself in her phones camera intently, she keeps a smoldering expression on her face as she snaps a picture. Pulling her phone back towards her, she looks at the picture reviewing it for a moment. As she looks up from her phone, her eyes are firmly planted on the camera. Shortly after letting out a soft laugh, Reese opens her mouth to speak. REESE SPENCER: Well, how rude of you to interrupt a woman and her selfie time. You know, I have pretty silent since making my grand debut here in Hard Knox Wrestliing. Now, I know it’s a little different to hear that a talent has chosen to remain silent, but that’s going to change. Last Defiance, I was a participant in a triple threat match against Joey Harris and… Jinx Hextall. Reese looks down at the floor for a moment. Shaking her head, she looks back up at the camera. As she stands there for a moment simply silent, she shakes her head, almost as if in disgust. REESE SPENCER: At the end of the night, I did take home my very first victory here on Defiance. Yet, I really cannot be happy about it. You want to know why I cannot seem to be happy about it? I have to share the distinct honor of winning that context with Jinx fucking Hextall. Now don’t get me wrong, I love having a win here under my belt, but to share a win with your opponent makes things a tad bit… unfortunate. Jinx, you attempt to whoop my ass in that match, though you really weren’t that successful. At the end of the day, we were forced to share a victory. Even though I can definitively say that made the cover first, I can’t cry over spilt milk. All I can do is focus in on tonight. As Reese passes her left hand on the side of her black fitted bottoms, she plants her hand on her hips. With her eyes never leaving the camera, she begins to speak once more. REESE SPENCER: Tonight, I get the distinct… pleasure to team with Jinxy. Tonight, we’re going to coexist on the same team. Tonight, we’re going to have the pleasure of facing Fear and Loathing. We are going to go into that ring, and you are going to stay out of my way. I don’t mind teaming with you, as long as you learn where your place is in that ring. You don’t try to steal my spotlight, and we are going to get along just fine. Tonight, we’re going to get the win, and I’m going to be the one who makes sure of it. Jinxy Boo, let’s have a great match, and hopefully get you to a neurologist afterwards. With a smirk coming back onto her face, Reese raises up her iPhone back up into the air. REESE SPENCER: Now, if you’ll excuse me. As Reese continues to glare into her phone’s camera intently, the camera watches her. After a moment, Reese realizes that the camera is still there. REESE SPENCER: Don’t you guys have something else to watch other than my beautiful selfie taking? Yeah, you do, now go somewhere. Slowly the camera fades out as Reese continues to take her selfie. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match set for one fall! 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 first… 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her tag team partner… “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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents… “Bartholomew” by the Silent Comedy hits the speakers as Brutus walks out onto the stage pacing in a pair of black shorts that say "Fear the beast" on them. He looks behind him looking for Kyo but he’s nowhere to be seen. WHISPER VIPERI: FEAR AND LOATHING! Brutus waits a moment before he slowly starts to make his way to the ring alone. As he gets to the ring, he steps to the side and makes his way up the steel steps. He jogs up the stairs and steps into the ring quickly. He gets to his corner still looking for his partner as he looks over at Reese and Jinx. TAG TEAM MATCH Jinx Hextall and Reese Spencer vs. Brutus and ...Kyo? DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!! As the bell rings Brutus is clearly looking for Kyo as he stares up at the entrance way with a lost look on his face as Reese heads out of the ring, leaving Jinx alone in the ring with him to start the match. Brutus is clearly concerned about the whereabouts of his friend, not paying much attention to his opponents. As Brutus turns disheartened by the fact his partner clearly isn’t coming down the ramp he is met with a running front dropkick from Jinx that sends him barrelling into the corner. BRIAN MASON: Where is Kyo? Something must have happened for him not to be here. JERMAINE MARKS: Looks like the nigga abandoned Brutus, Mace. Wouldn’t surprise me in the least. We all know the shit he’s capable of. He cooked as fuck. BRIAN MASON: Maybe so, but Kyo and Brutus are like family. I can’t see him ever leaving Brutus to the wolves like this. RANDY THE PILOT: Well if he hasn’t abandoned Brutus that begs the question... what happened to him? Jinx gets back up, racing to catch Brutus in the face with another front dropkick that drops him down to the bottom turnbuckle. Scraping her foot across his face, Jinx races to the opposite corner. Stepping up on the corner she begins charging back towards Brutus who leaps to his feet and hits a huge clothesline that sends Jinx flipping in the air. Brutus gets to his feet after the clothesline and reaches down, placing his arms around Jinx waist and lifting the much smaller Jinx straight into a German suplex. BRIAN MASON: Brutus may be without his partner, but he’s still a huge man with an immense amount of power. JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah but how long can he fight two on one if it comes down to that. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s why he needs to keep Jinx down and not allow her to tag out. Brutus hovers over Jinx, then reaches down grabbing her by the wrist and lifting her straight off the canvas back into his arms. He then tosses her over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Jinx crashes to the mat hard, holding her back. But Brutus threw Jinx towards her corner allowing her to roll towards Reese, who leans in making the tag to her odd couple partner! JERMAINE MARKS: HERE COMES BAE! Reese gets into the ring slowly, however Brutus charges right at the her! Reese drops down into a dropkick to the knee of Brutus that sends him head first into the enemies corner. Shaking his head Brutus is clearly dazed as he staggers to his feet, stumbling around back and forth. Reese begins kick the side of Brutus’ head as she makes a quick tag to Jinx. The HKW newcomer comes into the ring as Reese gets out, and begins to hit a series of overhand chops on him. Using good teamwork, Jinx quickly tags Reese back into the ring. Reese goes to the the opposite corner as Jinx moves and hits a running forearm to the side of his head and Reese comes in with an elbow of her own to the other side of Brutus’ head! BRIAN MASON: This is too much for Brutus. Hell, this is too much for anyone! Brutus is in there with two very good wrestlers in a handicap match. I don’t think he stands a chance. JERMAINE MARKS: Well if he ain’t thrown Jinx into her corner, then this shit wouldn’t be happenin. RANDY THE PILOT: No one has ever said that Brutus was intimidating because of his brains there Marks. BRIAN MASON: And Reese and Jinx are being brilliant with their quick tags in and out. Brutus falls face first to the canvas as Reese drops a knee to the side of Brutus’ head and tags Jinx back in. Jinx drops down hitting a leg drop on the back of Brutus’ head then gets up with a smile on her face as Brutus rolls over onto his back. Jinx walks over to her corner and ascends to the top rope, looking as if she was were ready to put this match away. As Brutus lays on the canvas motionless and in obvious pain, Jinx leaps off with a double foot stomp to his chest! She hooks the leg and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Brutus emphatically kicks out, but Brutus clutches at his chest, roaring in pain. Jinx races over to tag in Reese, and both ladies walk over to Brutus to pull him up to his feet. Taking him over to their corner, it takes a substantial amount of effort but together they manage to get him onto the top turnbuckle. They both extend him out allowing Reese to get into position, and drop Brutus head first into the canvas with a top rope aided cutter! BRIAN MASON: Ex-spense-cut! That has to mercifully end this, don’t you would think? JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga’s done man. Reese turns her head and makes the tag to Jinx yet again as Brutus rolls onto his back. Jinx goes straight up the rope. RANDY THE PILOT: They don’t seem like they’re done with him yet though Marks. Jinx measures Brutus up, turns herself around in mid-air, and lands a big moonsault on Butus! She falls on top of Brutus and Reese lays down on top of her to make sure Brutus can’t kick out! ONE! BRIAN MASON: That should do it. JERMAINE MARKS: For Brutus’ sake I hope so. TWO! RANDY THE PILOT: He’s not showing any signs of life guys. THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… REESE SPENCER AND JINX HEXTALL! The referee calls for the bell, raising the arms up of both Jinx and Reese. The odd couple look at one another, somewhat proud of their systematic defeat of Brutus. BRIAN MASON: Reese and Jinx impressive yet again. This time as a team! JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, but remember... this was a two on one, slime. As the duo go to celebrate, Kyo is seen racing down the aisle with a steel chair in hand! Jinx and Reese make their way out of the ring and to the outside, thinking that Kyo was coming for them with the chair. BRIAN MASON: Kyo’s here to make the save! But I don’t think Reese and Jinx were planning on attacking Brutus again? And where was he during the match?! JERMAINE MARKS: Probably getting his hair and makeup done. RANDY THE PILOT: : Hey there’s nothing wrong with that. Kyo begins to help his partner to his feet as Hextell and Spencer head up the ramp. Brutus looks over at Kyo shrugging his shoulders and asking him where he was. Kyo motions for Brutus to get to the back but Brutus shakes his head no. Kyo sighs taking a step back, chair still in his hand. Kyo tries to tell Brutus to get backstage again, but Brutus shakes his head no and then… WAP! Kyo buries the chair into Brutus’ solar plexus causing Brutus to drop to his knees. BRIAN MASON: What the hell is Kyo thinking?! WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?! JERMAINE MARKS: Apparently that there’s a lot of dead weight on his team, slime. Kyo rears back and slams the chair down across Brutus’ spine, causing Brutus roll onto his back to arch his spine in pain before as he turns onto his stomach. Kyo starts to scream at the crowd, but as he turns back to Brutus, the big man sits straight up! Not wasting any time, Kyo immediately slams the chair into the front of his partner’s skull! Brutus’ head snaps back as it hits the canvas, blood pouring down his forehead. JERMAINE MARKS: DAMN!!! What a shot! RANDY THE PILOT: This is just brutal to watch, and it doesn’t look like Kyo’s done. What the hell is the point of this, bruh?! Kyo reaches down, placing Brutus’ ankle in the chair then heads to the nearside corner. As he ascends to the top rope, Kyo looks around the crowd with a sadistic smirk on his face. BRIAN MASON: KYO NO! THINK ABOUT THIS! HE’S YOUR FRIEND! Kyo jumps off the top rope feet first into the steel chair, the impact brings the unconscious Brutus back into consciousness as he screams in agony! As Kyo continues to laugh at his former friend, the camera focuses on Brutus’ ankle, bent in ways an ankle shouldn’t be bent. “You worthless fuck” he leans over Brutus who’s now in tears, and stomps on the chair once more! BRIAN MASON: That’s enough, Kyo! Brutus screams again as security races down to the ring. Kyo raises his hands in the air innocently as the security begins to usher him out of the ring and Defiance goes to commercial. WINNERS: Reese Spencer and Jinx Hextall via pinfall (6:31) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Feb 2 2016, 12:42 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:41 AM Post #5 |
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![]() The camera picks up with a guy walking around in a grey hoodie with what appears to be half a skull with a scanner over it’s left eye printed on the back. This guy stops in front of Selena King’s office and right about when he’s about to knock, he stops. Choosing instead to continue walking down the aisle, passing locker room after locker room, crew member after crew member, until he comes to a stop and speaks. ???: ‘Am told you like to do this, Eli… so… be quick, ‘cuz I have some… business to take care of tonight. The accent of this person, combined with the logo printed on the back of his hoodie, kind of reveals who he is, yet, it couldn’t be. Eli Zayn appears on the scene after this guy spoke. Zayn in his usual, generic voice speaks to this guy, who, up to this point, hasn’t even shown his face. ELI ZAYN: Ladies an… The guy cut Eli short with a growl, message that Eli got and jumped straight to whatever he was going to say after the introduction. ELI ZAYN: Last week we saw you in Selena King’s office, what was that all about? A chuckle escapes Adam Adonis as he turns around, facing the camera for the first time tonight and, as he gets closer to Eli, he speaks. ADAM ADONIS: Eli, last week I said I was just gettin’ to know how thin’s worked ‘roun’ here. Meetin’ people an’ such… why are you so suspicious? Eli looks straight at Adam as he speaks again. ELI ZAYN: Well, is not an usual sight to see SSWA talent around here, two weeks in a row… if there’s nothing happening. You know? Adam puts his right hand over Zayn left shoulder and speaks again. ADAM ADONIS: Well, I’ll let you be the first one to know… Eli… an’ fans of Defiance… as of now… ‘Am a member of this brand. Yes, Eli… I got called up from SSWA, but I still had some obligations to complete there before I finally made it public. Eli opens his eyes wide, probably shocked by the news of Adam Adonis being a part of HKW Defiance now. He quickly gets to the microphone, before Adam gets any chance to walk away. ELI ZAYN: That…. That’s great news! So… what’s next for your career? Adam hears the question and laughs out loud before he speaks. ADAM ADONIS: You’ll just have to wait…. Adam then turns around putting the hoodie back on and tying something underneath the hoodie as he goes past the locker rooms. ![]() The camera cuts backstage to reveal Reese Spencer and Jinx Hextall standing out in the hallway after their match, the duo are breathing heavily and covered in sweat, beside Jinx rests her trademark garbage can stuffed with weapons JINX HEXTALL: I think I’m gonna puke… She gives Reese a thumbs-up. JINX HEXTALL: … mission success… blah… Reese looks at Jinx with obvious disdain. As Reese reaches her right hand forward, she covers her bosom. Shaking her head, she darts her eyes away from Jinx and to the garbage can. REESE SPENCER: Look, I’m sure you’re a nice girl Jinx, but I have to seriously ask you a question. Why in the hell must you carry that disgusting garbage can near me? I mean if you like being around an object that’s been used to dump trash in, that’s you. Just do me a favor, put it somewhere. The Manitoba native looks mildly insulted before patting the can affectionately. JINX HEXTALL: Hey! I bought this trash can brand spanking new! It’s never had trash IN it, it hasn’t even been sent rebounding off someone’s skull… yet. Why, you could eat off this! There’s a long pause as the other woman continues to glower down at her, expression still unimpressed. JINX HEXTALL: … ahem, uh… also, it’s loaded with weapons - in case an opponent wants a hardcore match OR for protection! Another long pause… Jinx starts to look uncomfortable under Spencer’s scrutiny. JINX HEXTALL: Er… OH! Also, I have other assorted goods. She snaps her fingers as a thought strikes her. JINX HEXTALL: In fact, I have a gift for you… one moment. With that the army brat know as Jinx starts rooting through her trash can, tossing articles and trinkets every which way, Reese moves her head slightly to the side as an errant ‘STOP’ sign flies by, off screen we hear glass shatter and a cat shriek. JINX HEXTALL: Where is it… A rubber chicken, an assortment of kendo sticks, a cheese gratter, a vinyl record of Public Enemy’s “Fear of a Black Planet”, a collection of Michael Alexander signed glossies that nobody has ever wanted, a month-old Deathsteak… finally Jinx stands up. JINX HEXTALL: A-HA! Here you go, new tag partner! With that the short Canadian woman holds out a bracelet made up of cheap, pink-colored beads, a tag hangs off of it that reads: “Partnerz 4 Lyfe”. As the bracelet has been pulled out, Reese’s expression has yet to change. Moving her hand away from her chest, she places it onto her hip. Slowly, she exhales never letting her eyes leave Jinx. REESE SPENCER: I really… really don’t know what to say about that. Did you like find it in a vending machine? Maybe it came out of one of those mail catalogs that old people shop from? Hell, did you find an old friend from “don’t cha know ville” in the pokey to make that thing? Jinx, I’m sorry to tell you… but that is an eyesore. I mean, you carry all of this shit in this can, and you mean to tell me that’s what you have for me? Come on, there has to be something better than that! With her statement, Reese begins to dig in the garbage can. After a few moments of rummaging through it, she throws out more autographed photos of Michael Alexander. Slowly removing her hands from the can, she looks up at Jinx with absolute bewilderment. REESE SPENCER: Why in the hell do you have so many autographed photos of Michael Alexander? JINX HEXTALL: Sometimes it’s not enough to simply hit a man with a cookie pan… sometimes you haveta let’m know… Jinx trails off, staring into the middle distance. Spencer stares at her a moment, wondering if she’s going to continue… JINX HEXTALL: … … she doesn’t. Shaking her head, Reese pats Jinx on her back. As she looks over at her partner, she lets out a soft chuckle. REESE SPENCER: Hey, I don’t judge. Look, maybe I’ve been a tad bit harsh on you darling. So, I’ll wear your silly little bracelet if you make one little promise. JINX HEXTALL: What is it… Jinx trails off, striking a laughably ridiculous hero pose. JINX HEXTALL: … partner? Reese takes a deep breath, almost as if she’s apprehensive about what she’s about to say. REESE SPENCER: Get rid of the Alexandtard’s photographs, and we may get along just fine. Now, adorn me with your trinket. With a smirk, Reese extends her left hand out towards Jinx, waiting for her to place the bracelet on her wrist. The Canadian woman happily obliges, sliding it on Spencer’s wrist before - apropos of absolutely nothing - she starts to give Reese an elaborate hand shake of which neither of them have the street cred to follow, Jinx smiling confidently while her partner looks absolutely bewildered. JINX HEXTALL: There we go, now we have a secret handshake! Next we have to do a team name… I’ll start brainstorming now! Reese chuckles as she looks down at the bracelet that has now been added to her wrist. After a moment of just staring at the trinket, she looks back up at Jinx. REESE SPENCER: I am sure you’re going to be fantastic at that… partner. Jinx bounces happily before she starts picking up the absurd amount of stuff lying on the ground around the duo before we cut elsewhere. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a gauntlet match! Kid Cudi's "Maniac" hits the PA System as Miles makes his way onto the stage, once the song really kicks in. He smiles sadistically at the crowd, raising both fists into the air and then makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with various fans in the front row. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Miami Florida, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, "Satan's Protégé" Joey Miles! Upon reaching the ring, Joey rolls in and pulls himself onto the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his hands on the middle rope and then pops back down. BRIAN MASON: The Interbrand Gold Ring… champion? Is about to run the gauntlet against three talents, one of which he doesn’t know the identity of. You guys think he can do it? RANDY THE PILOT: Joey been wrestling his ass off the last couple of months, so if there was ever a time he could pull this off, it’s right now. JERMAINE MARKS: Word, but something doesn’t seem right, bruh. Like.. I don’t know. I feel like some shit about to go down. Miles jumps around in place as he waits for his opponent make her way out. He has some words with the referee and then uses the ropes to stretch himself out as Whisper goes to make the announcement. WHISPER VIPERI: And his FIRST opponent… "Guaranteed” by E. Town Concrete hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking. As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From the city of brotherly love... CALEB HOUSTON! Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match. BRIAN MASON: This cat might be new to the HKW scene, but he--- WAIT A MINUTE! LOOK IN THE RING! Before the bell can even ring, Caleb Houston sprints over while Joey wasn’t looking, striking him with an elbow to the back of his head. Joey falls down to the ground, holding the back of his head while Caleb begins to unleash an onslaught of stomps on the Interbrand Gold Ring holder. The ref quickly turns to call for the bell once he sees the action has already kicked off. GAUNTLET MATCH 1 Joey Miles vs. Caleb Houston DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!! Caleb doesn’t stop putting the boots to Joey until he was good and ready to stop. After he finally decides to stop with the boots, Caleb grabs Joey up by his ear only to act as if he was going to Irish whip him across to the other set of turnbuckles by his ear. NO! Caleb throws Joey right back into the set of turnbuckles he was nearby instead causing a loud thud to be heard at ringside. Caleb smirks as he sees Joey was in no way capable of defending himself right now as he drapes Miles’ arms over the ropes. He tells the fans to shut up before he begins to land some pretty hard Knife Edge Chops at the center of Joey’s chest. Caleb then takes a step back back before he hits an Enziguri to knock Joey right back down off his feet. Caleb laughs as he gets up to his knee looking down at Joey as if he was nothing. BRIAN MASON: Caleb Houston looking dominant here in the early portions of the match. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, we might not even need Beer Beer or the mystery person. Caleb sits there on a knee waiting until Joey starts to show signs of life. As Joey gets up to his knee, Caleb starts slapping Joey in the back of the head., but you could see that this was just angering the Gold Ring holder. Caleb begins making fun of him and yelling obscenities at Joey while he continues to slap him, but Joey wasn’t taking it anymore! He springs up hitting a European Uppercut out of nowhere! RANDY THE PILOT: Where that come from?! The fans begin to cheer as they watch Caleb stagger back holding his chin. Joey, now back up to his feet, shakes his head before he runs over and clotheslines Houston to the ground. Now JOEY was the one unleashing an onslaught of stomps down on Caleb while the fans come unglued for the Gold Ring holder! Once Miles is finished, he pumps his chest and roars out to the audience. JERMAINE MARKS: Right when you thought slime was dead, he comes back to life outta nowhere. With his bitch ass. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit reminded me of a kid getting picked on on a playground until he snapped. Those the kids you need to worry about bruh I swear, this one time-- BRIAN MASON: What in the hell are you guys talking about?! JERMAINE MARKS: The match? RANDY THE PILOT: My childhood? Joey turns back towards Caleb and picks him up only for him to hit a Belly-To-Belly Suplex sending Caleb flying across the ring. Miles gets up and walks back over to Caleb looking as if he was hoping to hit yet another Belly-To-Belly. Nope! He instead drives his knee into the side of Caleb’s head to knock him right back down on his back. Seeing an opening here, Joey goes ahead and starts to climb up to the top turnbuckle to try and put this first matchup of the gauntlet away. The fans stand up to their feet hoping to see some high flying action. Once Joey was up to the top he turns his back on Caleb feeling as if he done enough to keep Caleb down so he could hit this top rope maneuver. RANDY THE PILOT: Air Miles? That wasn’t the case as Caleb rushes up to his feet and pushes Joey off the top turnbuckle, landing nearby the commentators desk! The fans look back over to see Caleb grinning at the fallen Miles as he leans up on the ropes to catch a breather. Caleb rolls out of the ring and begins to stalk Joey until he starts to use the table to get up to his feet. JERMAINE MARKS: One thing is for sure, these niggas better get the fuck up outta here slime. I just got these KD’s I ain’t bout to get them messed up! BRIAN MASON: Get up Joey! C’mon get up! Once Joey gets up to his feet Caleb drives his head straight into the desk then lifts him up to hit a brainbuster on the thin protective mat! The fans boo as Caleb gets up with a smile etched on his face. Houston didn’t look to be done there as he hears the referee counting him down. FOUR! FIVE! Caleb shows no signs of caring, knowing that he has better things to do. Houston walks over to Whisper and tells her to get up out of her chair. Whisper quickly does to avoid being harmed and Caleb grabs the steel chair she was sitting on. Caleb folds it as the ref is heard warning the HKW newcomer not to do anything stupid, but Houston ignores him and watches Joey trying to get up to his feet. He shakes his head and.... WAP! Caleb blasts Miles with the chair, causing the referee to call for the bell and slide out of the ring to get Caleb to back off. DING!! DING!!! DING!! Caleb moves the referee out of his way and proceeds to hit Miles with the chair over and over again until it was no longer useful! Another trio of referee’s come charging down the ramp, finally getting Caleb away from the beaten Joey Miles. WINNER: Joey Miles via disqualification (5:12) BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that?! Why’d he do that?! WHY DAMNIT!? RANDY THE PILOT: Aye don’t be yelling too loud bruh he might come over here and do the same to you. BRIAN MASON: I DON’T CARE I WANT ANSWERS?! AND YOU DON’T HAVE THE ANSWERS SWA--RANDY?! Caleb backs away laughing as the referees tells him to leave and Whisper gets in position to make her announcement. WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of this first match via disqualification…..JOEY MILES!! The fans somewhat cheer as they were more concerned about Joey’s health than cheering about a win after he just got his ass handed to him by a steel chair. The ref checks on Joey along with Dr. Galloway. They ask if he could still go on and he tells yells out ‘yes’ emphatically as he starts to get up and limp over to the ring apron. He watches as Caleb walks up the ramp, still laughing at what he had done. BRIAN MASON: That son of a bitch just debuted and I already don’t like him! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, Mase. You been real emotional lately. Your mom denying you home cooked meals again? BRIAN MASON: Shut up, Randy! My life doesn’t revolve around food like yours! JERMAINE MARKS: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! GOT EM! "Army of Noise" by. Bullet For My Valentine hits the PA system and the boos begin to grow louder as one half of the World Tag Team champions steps out onto the stage. Beer looks over to Caleb and nods as she then makes her way down the ramp. Joey looks on at his next opponent as he rolls back into the ring gingerly, getting himself ready enough to go up against the HOD member. BRIAN MASON: This is gonna be a tough one for Joey, guys. How does he make it past Beer Beer after suffering those chair shots from that assmunch, Caleb Houston!? JERMAINE MARKS: Boobplexs slime. Boobplexes. Beer Beer makes it into the ring and hands off her tag team championship belt. She looks over to Joey pleased to see he was battered down for her. GAUNTLET MATCH TWO Joey Miles vs. Beer Beer Ayano DING!! DING!! DING!!! Right as the bell sounds, Beer charges toward Miles and takes him down with a single leg dropkick! She immediately mounts over top of the gold ring holder and unleashes a fury right hands until Joey manages to push her away. Both competitors scramble to their feet, but Miles strikes first with a kick to the midsection, then follows it up with a flapjack! Miles clutches at his back, still feeling the affects from the chair shots earlier. However, Joey’s adrenaline overpowers the pain he was feeling as pulls Beer Beer back up to her feet and sends her into the corner. The interbrand gold ring holder went off with a number of back elbows to Beer Beer’s face before he pulls her out of the corner and takes her down with a short-arm clothesline! Miles falls to his knee and clutches at his back, allowing Beer Beer to lift her leg up and kick Miles right in the side of the head! Miles falls back on his backside as Beer Beer rushes to her feet, then charges toward Miles and lands a huge running boot to the face! Miles stays down as Beer Beer runs off the ropes and jumps on top of Miles with the running senton! The HKW World Tag Team champion hooks the leg and watches the referee slide into position to make the count. ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Miles kicks out at two and half, pissing Beer Beer off enough to get to climb on top of the Interbrand Gold Ring holder and scratch at his eyes! JERMAINE MARKS: She tryna dig his eyes out bruh?! RANDY THE PILOT: Them Ayano’s crazy. And think... one of them is the header trainer down the HKW facility. Beer pushes herself up from Miles and backs into a corner. She waits for Miles to get up and then charges forward for the big step-up enziguri! Miles falls to a knee, but Beer Beer was right there to nearly decapitate with a buzzsaw kick! Miles falls face first into the mat, allowing Beer Beer to roll him onto his back and go for the cover! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Miles gets his shoulder up, frustrating the loose cannon of the Ayano family. She slithers out of the ring, but pulls Miles by the arm, getting his hang off the apron. Beer wraps her arm around his head and goes for the DDT, but Miles gets himself free and slides himself back into the ring! Beer Beer chases after Miles, but once she gets in the ring, Miles trips her with a drop toe hold and locks in a single leg boston crab!! RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT! Miles got that Boston Crab really locked in! BRIAN MASON: MY GOD, JOEY MILES IS ABOUT TO TAP OUT ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! It looks like Beer was ready to tap, but then she starts biting down on her finger, blocking the pain she was feeling in her leg. Still feeling the chair shots from Houston, Miles begins to lose his grin on the boston grap, allowing Beer Beer to spin onto her back and push Miles with her free foot! Miles falls backwards, but lands an unintentional elbow right to the referee’s face, knocking him down to the ground! JERMAINE MARKS: These refs fragile as fuck, slime. Miles turns his attention to the referee and lets him know that the elbow was unintentional, while Beer Beer glares in their direction with a smile on her face. She slithers over toward the corner and begins untying the top turnbuckle with evil intentions in mind. BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! She’s cheating! She’s one of our tag team champions and she’s cheating! JERMAINE MARKS: It ain’t cheatin’ if the referee don’t see it, Mase. With the turnbuckle now exposed, Beer Beer turns around and goes after Joey Miles. She rips him up to his feet and goes to irish whip him into the exposed turnbuckle pad, but Miles reverses it and sends Beer Beer into it instead! Beer Beer stumbles back, allowing Miles to come forward and bash Beer Beer’s face into the exposed turnbuckle three times before he wedges his leg in between Beer’s and rolls her up into a small package! The referee jumps into position and makes the count! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING!! DING!!! DING!! Miles lets go of Beer Beer and the small package, then crawls away, throwing one arm up in the air after winning the second of the match gauntlet. WHISPER VIPERI: The winner of the second match via pinfall… JOEY MILES! The crowd cheers for the Interbrand Gold Ring holder as he crawls over to the corner and starts breathing heavily. WINNER: Joey Miles via pinfall (6:16) Beer Beer is still rocked from her head going into the exposed turnbuckle, rolling toward the apron looking like she doesn’t know what city she’s in. BRIAN MASON: Goddamn, Joey did it! He’s gotten passed two of the people in the gauntlet and only has one more challenge ahead of him. RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know how my boy Miles did it, but homie’s out here showing just how much he wants that ring back. JERMAINE MARKS: Look at that nigga though. Look like he’s about to have a heart attack. Miles huffs and puffs as he looks up at the entrance ramp, waiting for his next opponent to make his entrance. After a long ten seconds, "I Hope You Suffer" blares throughout the arena as Rhys Baines slowly makes his way through the curtain. BRIAN MASON: I knew it! I knew it was going to be one of these HOD dirtbags! RANDY THE PILOT: Smart choice by Kaiden, but damn. My boy Miles about to face a ghost, bruh. Instead of walking all the way down the entrance ramp, Rhys stops atop the stage, making Miles curious as to what he was doing. A few seconds later, Kaiden Hawke comes out onto the entrance ramp, the crowd pouring down on boos on the man in possession of the interbrand gold ring. Miles immediately jumps up to his feet and waves both Baines and Kaiden on, but neither man budges. BRIAN MASON: What is he doing out here?! He’s not scheduled to be out here tonight! JERMAINE MARKS: Kaiden Hawke does what Kaiden Hawke wants. Miles waves on Rhys and Hawke until he sees Sho Kojima and Eva Castro come out onto the entrance ramp. Miles starts to realize what’s going on, but before he can do anything, he gets blindsided by Beer Beer Ayano! Kojima and Eva Castro come running down the entrance ramp and slide into the ring to help put the boots to the downed Miles! Rhys pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it up as he walks down the entrance ramp, making sure to blow the smoke out at the crowd. BRIAN MASON: THIS IS ILLEGAL! HE CAN’T SMOKE IN HERE. RANDY THE PILOT: Go tell him that, Brian. BRIAN MASON: I’m good here, thanks. Rhys walks up the ring steps and turns his head over his shoulder to wave Kaiden on. The three members of the House of Dyspathy inside the ring hold Miles up, looking up at Kaiden Hawke who casually strolls down the ring. Rhys finally enters the ring and flicks the ash from his cigar down to the floor before taking a puff. He glares at the lifeless Miles as Kaiden Hawke casually enters the ring and stands side by side with Rhys. Rhys looks over at Ksiden, takes a pull from his cigar, then hands the cigar over to the holder of the Interbrand Gold Ring, pointing to Miles and mouthing ‘you know what to do.” BRIAN MASON: What… what the hell are they about to do?! JERMAINE MARKS: What they did on my block when a nigga didn’t have the money for a front after a week. Sho Kojima holds out Miles hand and Kaiden presses the lit end of the cigar into Miles’ left hand! You could almost hear the skin singeing off of Miles skin as he yells in agony and the members of HOD and Kaiden Hawke laugh at him. Hawke pulls the cigar away after five seconds and throws it to the floor, allowing Rhys to pull Miles to his feet and knock him out with “Rhys Elbow”! RANDY THE PILOT: What a shot! Miles body falls limp as the four members of HOD stare down at the fallen Interbrand Gold Ring champion, and Kaiden Hawke stands over him, glaring at the ring around his finger. BRIAN MASON: I can’t believe how low these… these… ingrates would stoop! We need to go commercial, folks. We’ll be right back! Defiance goes to commercial with Kaiden Hawke pressing his foot against Miles chest and the members of HOD exiting the ring with smirks on their faces. WINNER OF MATCH THREE - NO CONTEST (0:00) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:46 AM Post #6 |
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![]() PREVIOUSLY RECORDED The scenes open to a small diner out in the middle of downtown Pittsburgh. People were enjoying their meals, holding conversations, and some were trying to get a bite to eat before they went off to work their graveyard shifts. The door opens and there JImmy Page stood, dressed in his usual messy wardrobe with a black hoodie zipped up over it. Page takes a seat at a booth, he holds his hands together, and his leg begins to shake. A waitress comes over, flashing Page some of that good old hospitality. WAITRESS: Helloooo, I’ll be your server tonight, what can I do for you? Page looks at the menu, then drops it lazily. He takes a deep breath, his eyes wandering off into space. JIMMY PAGE: The club sandwich. WAITRESS: Um, do you want anything else with that…? JIMMY PAGE: Do you serve beer…? The waitress sighs, looking at Page. WAITRESS: No sir, we don’t serve alcohol here. JIMMY PAGE: Then no. After that, Page goes quiet and stares off outside, biting his nails. The waitress rolls her eyes and shakes her head, walking towards the back to fetch Page’s order. Just as the waitress passed the entrance, Brandon Banks walks into the diner with a similar looking sweatshirt to Page’s, his hood thrown over his head and sunglasses covering his eyes. Banks looks up and down the diner, then spots Page in a booth near the back. BRANDON BANKS: Feel like we aboutta make a deal for like a kilo of coke, bruh. Banks shakes his head and pulls his sunglasses from his eyes, choosing to keep the hood up. The lights in the diner hurt Banks’ eyes as he walks toward Page, rubbing his eyes to relieve them. Once he gets near the booth, Banks sits down adjacent from Page, and grabs the menu Jimmy threw down earlier. BRANDON BANKS: They got anything good here? Like some spare ribs or somethin’? JIMMY PAGE: Sandwiches...soup...cheap steak...a burger the cook probably made with his sweaty hands; They got pie if you like pie. Page looks down at his bitten fingernails, then looks up at Banks. JIMMY PAGE: Otherwise, you aren’t gonna like the other horseshit they’ve got on that menu. Jimmy shrugs, lounging in his seat as he glares at his boss. JIMMY PAGE: So… Page goes quiet, waiting to see what Brandon exactly wanted. Banks continues to read up and down the menu until he felt everything go quiet. He looks up from the menu and sees Page glaring at him with a look that said ‘what the hell do you want?’ BRANDON BANKS: Oh, yeah. Right. What we came here for. Alright, bruh, listen. I ain’t gonna sit here and pretend that I know what exactly your beef is with Zero. I don’t get to watch FGA as much as I would like to with all the shit that I gotta do. Banks drops the menu and leans his back against the booth. BRANDON BANKS: But I do know that you don’t like that fool, and I bet there’s some unresolved issues there. Now, y’all beef basically all stemmed over in FGA grounds, but what if I were to say that I wanna give y’all the chance to resolve those unresolved issues on HKW turf? I mean, shit, from what I heard, y’all went to went to war, so why not… finish that war inside war games? Page shrugs once again, staring forward as apathetic as usual. JIMMY PAGE: Zero McHannon? Listen, as much as I hate that bastard and as much as I wish for everything he holds dear to leave him…? I’m not some fuckin’ dog who’ll do someone’s bidding. Believe it or not, I’ve got some standards. McHannon seems to be your problem, so why not deal with your problem...just like I did. That is, or course, you can’t...and so here we are. Page leans forward. JIMMY PAGE: So instead of looking at me as a feral dog? How about you start looking at me like I’m… Page squints and looks around for the word. JIMMY PAGE: An associate. So, if you want my help, we talk commas, you know how to do that don’t you? Seems like every fuckin’ person in your brand’s got money shooting out of their asshole nowadays. See, Flint…? You can’t drink the water, can’t shower either, and I’ve got medical bills piling up and therapist fees that need to get...handled if you know what I mean. Compensation’s the word poppin’ into my head right now. Banks couldn’t help but chuckle somewhat, letting out a sigh before he speaks back up. BRANDON BANKS: Maaaaaan, ain’t nobody lookin’ at you as a dog, but… I got a couple of dogs and they all do tricks for treats. Seems like you basically makin’ yourself a dog by sayin’ you want a treat to do a trick… Banks shrugs. BRANDON BANKS: but that’s not really important. You basically sayin’ that you want more money? What else you want, sponsorship deals? You wanna star in a Evolve TV show? Shit, you tell me and I’ll make it happen because breaking Zero at War Ready is priceless at this point. That motherfucker deserves to pay for all the shit he’s done since comin’ back, and you one of the only ninjas who been able to beat that clowns ass! Getting fired up, the HKW owner gets the attention of an elderly couple sitting in a booth at the other end of the diner. Banks waves to them sarcastically and turns back to Page. BRANDON BANKS: Here’s the deal, though. You’ll get your commas, hustla Page. But then I want results for them commas, feel me? I want that ninjas whole team scared for their fuckin’ lives every night leading up to War Ready. I want them to have nightmares of you rippin’ their face to shreds with a barbed wire hammer. I want them all to think twice when that night comes and they’re gettin’ geared up for what could very well be the last match in their career. Every single goddamn person on that team? Banks taps his finger off the table as he speaks. BRANDON BANKS: I want every last one of them eliminated. Not just Zero. All them fucks who stand by his side. Gone. Finished. Done. Banks reaches into his sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a checkbook and a pen. BRANDON BANKS: You can make that happen? Banks starts writing on the check, pulls it from the checkbook and slides it across to Page. BRANDON BANKS: Then there’s more where that came from. Page slides it towards himself, looks at it and then scoffs with a crooked smirk. JIMMY PAGE: A fuckin’ barbed wired hammer… Jimmy rubs his nose and stuffs the check into his hoodie. He blinks a couple of times and nonchalantly twirls his right hand in the air. JIMMY PAGE: ...I’ll think about it. I don’t really need T.V. shows or shit like that, I already have an audience. You can keep that. I’ll take the money though. You’ll get an answer… The waitress walks over towards the booth holding a plate with a turkey club sandwich. WAITRESS: Uh, is this a friend of your’s? Page looks up at her, then back down at Brandon, his hands resting in front of his body. His head tilts to the side. JIMMY PAGE: Don’t know, are you a friend? Banks looks up waitress then back down at Page. BRANDON BANKS: I’m an associate. Going off of what Page said earlier, Banks cracks a smirk and stands up. He reaches into his pocket, throws a twenty dollar bill on the table for the bill and gets on his way. The waitress looks at man leave, then places Page’s food down. Page watches Brandon leave, sharply scoffs, and begins to eat his sandwich. The scene then begins to fade off into black. The lights in the Consol Energy Center dim slightly as the intro to “Coward” by Black Light Burns begins to play over the P.A. system. When the guitars finally hit, the lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater appears on the stage, drawing a rather raucous reaction from the capacity crowd in Pittsburgh. Clad in a new ‘Shane Atwater: Tap Out The World’ t-shirt and a pair of jeans, He looks around for a moment, taking time to smirk slightly to himself before making his way down toward the ring. He pauses to slap hands with a few fans here and there as he makes his way down, circling ringside to make sure he gets as many as possible before sliding into the ring and mounting the middle turnbuckle, soaking up the response from the crowd for a moment before climbing down, heading across the ring to claim the microphone from Whisper Viperi and call for a cut to the music, waiting for the crowd to die down a moment before speaking. BRIAN MASON: Well if last week’s surprise appearance didn’t make it abundantly clear, Shane Atwater is back in Hard Knox Wrestling...and it appears he has something to say! JERMAINE MARKS: Don’t nobody give a damn, slime. Bitch-ass SHOULD have stayed at home where he belonged. RANDY THE PILOT: Shut up and let the homie speak! As the crowd finally calms down, Shane finally moves to speak. SHANE ATWATER: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania….Let me hear you one more time. The crowd pops for the sound of their own town, like crowds always do. Shane nods, that hint of a smirk playing across his lips before he continues. SHANE ATWATER: Now that...I missed that. The hardest thing about staying away from here for these last two months...Was not being able to come out here, every Defiance, and hear that every time my music hit over those loudspeakers. When I walked away from here, at Destiny last December...I knew without a doubt, that nights like this, in front of crowds like you ...would be the thing I missed the most. A mixed murmur goes through the crowd as Shane pauses for a moment. SHANE ATWATER: And believe me when I tell you it wasn’t easy. Leaving all this behind. But after Destiny...I felt like it was what had to be done. I had made a promise to myself. A promise to all of you….and I didn’t come through. Call it whatever you want, but whatever the case, I let my opportunities to keep that promise slip through my fingers. I couldn’t get the job done, so I felt, deep down, in my heart of hearts, as much as I loved being here, as much as I still love this place...that I needed to step aside. That it was time for someone else to step up. Time for someone else to have a chance to claim the spot I was in, and be able to truly enjoy what it is to be out here, wrestling in front of the greatest fans in this sport. Another small rise of cheers before Shane continues. SHANE ATWATER: So I walked. I went back to Japan, and I left HKW with a heavy heart...and a weight on my conscience. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made, and I’ve been in a Hell of my own design ever since I made it. But even when I was gone...I never forgot about this place. I never forgot about everything HKW had given me, how it allowed me to ply my trade as one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today...and I never forgot about the people who supported me, in spite of myself during that time. I never forgot….and I kept a close eye on everything that was happening here. I paid attention. Even though I thought I was done here, for good...I was watching. I was listening. And there was, of course, one voice I heard louder than all the others. That voice...of course...was Jack Warren. A roar of boos for the reigning HKW World Heavyweight Champion. Shane waits for them to subside before speaking again. SHANE ATWATER: Jackie-Boy...He just...He couldn’t leave well enough alone. Even though I was gone….Even though Onyx was gone...Even though he had, for all intents and purposes, proven his point, even though he had his run of this place, just waiting for someone, anyone, to try and step up to knock his narrow ass off the throne...He just couldn’t let it go. Now...knowing Jack, I know this doesn’t surprise any of you. He’s never been particularly smart. In fact...he’s a fucking idiot. HUGE pop for that. Shane chuckles to himself. SHANE ATWATER: But even then...I thought surely...surely even Jackie-Boy would understand that his actions… always have consequences. Always. Even knowing Jackie-Boy like I do, I thought surely, he would realize just how stone stupid he was being, and move on. Embrace his life as World Champion, enjoy it while he could….But no. Every single week, without fail..My name slipped past his lips. Again. And again. And again. And again. Shane moves to lean on the ropes, looking into the hard camera as it zooms in closer. SHANE ATWATER: You should have known, Jackie-Boy...You keep calling….Eventually SOMEONE is going to answer. Another pop for that. SHANE ATWATER: Jack Warren spent the entirety of 2015 making my life a living Hell. He went out of his way to make my existence as miserable as humanly possible. Every achievement I could have had, he dirtied. Every opportunity I had, he found a way to rip out from under me. He tried to drive me out of the company I love...and that still wasn’t enough for him. He got greedy, he got stupid….and now, he’s going to pay the consequences. This isn’t about the World Championship. Like I said after the show last week, what happens with that...is up to Romeo, and the board of directors to decide. This isn’t about reclaiming a spot, or anything like that. This is about making sure that Jack Warren experiences every single second of Hell that I--- Suddenly, Shane is interrupted by the sound of “Bow To The Queen” by Carl Anthony hitting over the loudspeakers. Arching a brow, he turns his attention toward the entryway, as Trelicity Sanks appears on the stage and begins to make her way down to the ring. BRIAN MASON: Now what is this all about? JERMAINE MARKS: Hell if I know, but anything’s better than listening to this asshole right now, slime. Shane looks on in bemusement at Trelicity makes her way down to the ring and climbs in, striding right past Shane to take another microphone from Whisper. As the music cuts once again, Shane arches a brow. SHANE ATWATER: Uh...hi there. Is there...something I can help you with? Because otherwise--- Trelicity shakes her head, cutting Shane off. TRELICITY SANKS: Uh, actually, YEAH, Shane, there IS something you can help me with. You come out here and talk about how you’re not trying to take away opportunities from anybody or WHATEVER...When that is EXACTLY what you are doing right now? When people like YOU come back here, where do people like ME get left, Shane? That’s right! THE BACK OF THE LINE! It’s TOTALLY not fairrrrr…. Shane nods slightly, considering the statement. SHANE ATWATER: You know what…..Trelicity, is it? You know what...you’ve got a point. A point you maybe could have made without interrupting me...but I didn’t really consider all the same….until right now. So...if you really want an “opportunity”...What say we get a referee down here, and I give you one right here, right now? There’s an eruption of cheers for that, and Trelicity eagerly nods her head as Shane tosses the microphone aside, pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the crowd before calling for a referee. BRIAN MASON: Are we---is this really going to happen right now? RANDY THE PILOT: YOU DAMN RIGHT IT IS! After a few seconds, Tate Schuler finally makes his way down to the ring and calls for the bell! IMPROMPTU MATCH Shane Atwater vs. Trelicity Sanks As soon as the bell rings, Trelicity charges right at Shane, catching him with a flurry of forearms. Shane immediately fires back with a few of his own, catching her with a European uppercut that staggers her before moving to whip her toward the ropes. Trelicity reverses the whip, however, sending Shane into the ropes instead. She swings at him with a clothesline coming back, but Shane ducks underneath, only for Trelicity to catch him with a big running high knee as he comes back around! Shane rolls back to his feet...only to get caught with a springboard dropkick! Trelicity quickly dives into a cover, demanding the count! ONE TWO Shane kicks out! BRIAN MASON: That would have been upset city right there! JERMAINE MARKS: Look at this fool! In here fucking around with Trelicity Sanks. Get him off the show, damn it! RANDY THE PILOT: The homie Shane’s got this, you’ll see! HE’S GOT THIS! Brimming with confidence, Trelicity lurches up to her feet. She turns, going for a standing moonsault...but Shane rolls out of the way! Trelicity stumbles up to meet Shane, ducking his clothesline attempt and pulling him down into a backslide. ONE Shane IMMEDIATELY rolls through and catches Trelicity coming up with a knee trembler right to the face! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn! RANDY THE PILOT: Told you, fool! Trelicity stumbles around, clutching at her nose, which allows Shane to grab her and drive her to the mat with the Parabola! Shane doesn’t waste any time, immediately rolling through to lock Trelicity into a crossface submission with the arm trapped! Shane wrenches back hard, and Trelicity has no choice but to start tapping as the crowd erupts with cheers! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Your winner of this match by Submission...SHANE ATWATER! BRIAN MASON: And as quickly as that, it’s all over! It took a moment for Atwater to get on track, but once he did, Trelicity Sanks didn’t have a chance, guys. As soon as that Crucible crossface hold was locked in, it was over. JERMAINE MARKS: Who gives a damn? Trelicity Sanks ain’t shit, slime. This fool gets in there with some re---well damn here we go! As Shane gets up to have his hand raised in victory, the cheers quickly turn to boos as JACK WARREN slides in behind him and drills him in the back! Jack stomps away at Shane on the mat then, unstrapping the HKW World Championship from around his waist and shouting “IM THE MAN! YOU GET OUT OF HERE! AND STAY OUT. FUCK YOU!” before kicking away at him some more. BRIAN MASON: What a damn cheap shot! JERMAINE MARKS: Eye for an eye, slime. Eye for an eye. The crowd continues to boo as Warren stomps down on Atwater before pulling him up. He slaps Shane in the face, then grabs him in a headlock, looking for a Nail In The Coffin...But Shane reverses out of it, looking to take him down into the Crucible! The crowd erupts but Warren scrambles away, sliding out of the ring, grabbing the world title and pulling it out as he throws a fit on the floor, shouting “NO NO NO! THAT ISNT THE WAY THIS GOES. GOD DAMN I---” Only to have his tirade cut off as Atwater dives through the ropes onto him! The crowd is roaring as the two blood rivals punch and kick at each other, neither one getting the upper hand before finally, security comes down to pull them apart and separate them. BRIAN MASON: This issue between these two is just going to keep getting worse, I’m afraid. RANDY THE PILOT: The homie Shane said he was going to make Jack’s life a living Hell, dude is just following through. JERMAINE MARKS: I’m all for it. Let these sons of bitches kill each other, slime! Security continues to force both men toward the backstage area in separate ways, Atwater glaring hatefully across at Warren, who is wild-eyed and still screaming “YOU AREN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. I’M THE FUCKING MAN. YOU GET THE FUCK OUT. GET THE FUCK OUT!” As both men are ushered backstage, and we cut away. ![]() Cameras go backstage where No Limits champion Felicity Banks was shown looking down at the championship on her lap inside her locker room. She sits up from the chair she was sitting on, pulls her locker room door open, and takes a step outside, but she immediately stops when she sees Luke Wisia slouched back against the hallway wall. FELICITY BANKS: Hi? Not thinking much of it, Felicity takes a couple steps forward and acts as if she never even saw Luke, frustrating the hell out of him. He looks over to Felicity and raises an eyebrow. LUKE WISIA: Hi? That’s all you got to say to me? That shit? Then try to act like you ain’t see me after speakin’ to me? You’re annoyin’, yo. Out here startin’ to sound like Nina with the #hi. You know what else is annoyin’? Fact you givin’ Fran another shot at House of Pain, that’s annoyin’. Bullshit. Like she deserves to have another shot. Runnin’ from a match the whole time at Destiny, but she deserves to try and get her title back? Luke smirks and rolls his eyes. After shaking his head for a moment, he turns to the side. LUKE WISIA: Pathetic. And you know what else is pathetic? Anyone who ain’t good enough to be in this War Games match. And the only one between us that ain’t pathetic, is me. Stopping her pace, Felicity rolls her eyes before she turns around and glances back at Luke. FELICITY BANKS: And we’re still on this you want a title match thing, are we? Jesus Christ, Luke. Whenever I see you anymore that’s ALL you ever say to me! No Limits this. My title match that. It’s just….. ugh! The No Limits champion growls and flails her arms out to her sides. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t really need to explain myself to you, but I’m gonna go ahead and do it anyway. Fran was champion, I beat champion, former champion wants rematch against new champion. It’s basically like wrestling algebra, you know? She chuckles, glancing up and down at Luke’s outfit for the night. FELICITY BANKS: You should worry less about getting a title match and worry more about the clothes you wear. You’re seriously dressed like one of those emo kids that go crazy on Dance Dance Revolution. All you need is UFO pants. Luke jumped up onto his toes from leaning on the wall behind him. He’s right in Felicity’s face as he starts yelling. LUKE WISIA: I CAN FUCKIN’ BEAT YOU! He falls back onto the balls of his feet, glaring at Felicity with a crazy look across his face. LUKE WISIA: I can beat you straight up and on any givin’ fuckin’ night that I wanna. That cage match at the last second was bullshit, and you know it was bullshit. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME I’VE HAD RIP COME TO ANY OF MY MATCHES TO HELP ME OUT? NAME ONE FUCKIN’ TIME SINCE MY RETURN. WIsia’s nostrils flare. LUKE WISIA: Not once… that excuse for a cage in your favor was bias and fuckin’ bullshit. If I was gonna ever use RIP to have my back at any time, it woulda been against Colton so that I coulda got some satisfaction watchin’ him get his ass beat down by the number game. Fuck Fran and fuck her rematch. She tryna be all “buddy buddy” with you now and it’s fuckin’ retarded. The best thing ABOUT Fran is that she hops on twitter with her stupid lil notes that she types up on her phone, because it sure ain’t because that stupid bitch can wrestle. He starts to breathe a little heavily as Wisia backs up against the wall. LUKE WISIA: I. Can. Fuckin’. Beat. You. I did it before when I took ya head off with a Bank Shot, and I sure as fuck can do it again. The No Limits champion swipes her fingers through her hair, clearly unamused by the conversation. FELICITY BANKS: I’m seriously not having this talk with you again. You know damn well Fran had just as much to do with you “beating” me… She throws up air quotes. FELICITY BANKS: … as you did. I don’t know if you’re trying to, like, annoy me into giving you a title rematch, but it’s really starting to freaking work. Every single week I have to listen to you about your stupid rematch. Fran and her stupid rematch! You’re both so FUCKING annoying that I can’t take it anymore! Losing her cool for just a moment, Fel breathes in and out to calm her nerves and continues. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t understand, Luke. If you’re so great, then why don’t you go after the World championship? Why are you so fixated on the No Limits title? Actually… She taps her Jordan VI off the ground. FELICITY BANKS: Don’t answer that. I don’t care to know why you’re obsessed with my title. I’m going to tell you one last time, Luke. One last freaking time that the only way you’ll ever get a rematch is if you A. climb back up the ranks, or B. get something of equal importance and put it on the line. If you don’t wanna do either of those things? The No Limits champion chuckles. FELICITY BANKS: Guess you better hope and pray that Fran wins at House of Pain. Wisia shrugs and steps up to Felicity with a look of disgust on his face. LUKE WISIA: I honestly don’t care who wins between you and Fran. Fran would be an easier opponent, considerin’ I had her eatin’ milkshakes outta a straw for weeks before. But either way, it don’t matter. After BB team and me win War Games… He sizes up Felicity and narrows his eyes. LUKE WISIA: I’m comin’ for the No Limits Championship. Not a damn one of you is gonna stop me from doin’ that. So avoid me and tell me you ain’t gonna give me a rematch all you want…. I’m gonna take it from you whether you like it or not, hoa. Wisia raises a finger up to Felicity before she can say anything back to him as he bumps shoulders with her on his way out, taking one last look over his shoulder before making a turn down the hallway. FELICITY BANKS: War games? Felicity ponders something over in her head before she picks up her pace and goes to her destination. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The upcoming match is a SINGLES MATCH! Without any music at all the lights go out and only a spotlight remains on top of the ramp. As silence fills the arena, the sound of a microphone tapping into something become more clear as the man known as “The Professor”, Colby Spencer makes his way to the ramp. Accompanied by his assistant Melanie, he appears before the crowd and extends his arms, soaking the boos from the crowd and starts playing with the microphone in his right hand. As he does so Melanie starts tapping into their trusty IPad, while Colby drives the microphone to his mouth. PROFESSOR: As you all know… My name is Colby Spencer, but… all of you should call me ‘Professor’, and this beauty right here is my assistant Melanie. Colby pointed at Melanie as they continue walking down the ramp. PROFESSOR: Last week I got the opportunity to speak to you all for the first time. Now, you have the rare opportunity to gaze at perfection itself. As you know, Melanie here has developed a program that’s perfect to a tee in predicting the outcome of wrestling matches. Because, let’s be honest here, everything is predetermined in life. Hell, even the fact that you’re all here, sitting your fat asses on those chairs is predetermined. So, when it was announced that my first opponent was going to be Cassius Reed, a man that contrast myself in more than one way… I had to run this marvelous program. As Colby gets to the apron Melanie handed him the IPad. Colby then tapped on it and entered the ring looking at the crowd, while Melanie simply put her right hand over her face covering herself, not sure if she covered herself in shame, or simply because she didn’t want Colby to look at her. PROFESSOR: And sure enough… here are the results… Colby looks proudly to the crowd as he drives the microphone near his mouth and speaks once more. PROFESSOR: It says here that… yours truly… will win this match. But… my friends… you already knew that. Colby then points to the titantron as a counter appears on it. BRIAN MASON: This guy can't be even more of a douche. JERMAINE MARKS: Takes one to know one. RANDY THE PILOT: Word. The lights dim in the auditorium, as the Tron is suddenly dominated by an explosion. Suddenly, writing forms out of the smoke... LAZERADE! Presents... With this, disco lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as Uptown Funk starts to play over the PA system and Cassius Reed moonwalks into the arena, wearing his black entrance robe, belt around his waist. He spins on the ball of his foot at the top of the ramp, before spreading his arms wide and looking skyward as golden pyros erupt, like champagne corks, from either side of him, showering the entranceway in golden sparks. He pauses for only a moment at the top of the ramp as he throws a couple of bottles of LAZERADE! into the crowd, pulling them from his robes' pockets. He laughs, before strutting down to the ring, trading high fives with the crowd before sliding in under the bottom rope. WHISPER VIPERI: Fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia, USA, and tipping the scales at 205lbs... LAZERADE! Presents your Flavor Champion... CASSIUS REED! Making the middle of the ring with his slide, Cassius rolls onto his back, and kicks his legs around, spinning around and up onto his knees, spreading his arms, revelling in the cheers of the crowd, his smile wide on this face. He gets up, and starts clapping his hands, as the edit of the song cuts forward to the "Uptown Funk You Up" section, leading the crowd as they sing "CASSIUS (cass-yus), FUNK YOU UP, YEAH CASSIUS FUNK YOU UP", running up to and bouncing on the ropes as they sing, conducting them, before jumping off, and moonwalking to his corner for the match, before taking of the robe and placing it on the top turnbuckle, then presenting the Flavor Championship to the referee. RANDY THE PILOT: *ssslllluuurrrrrppp* Damn this ain't that bad bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: Man gimme that...*slu---spits* NIGGA THIS TASTE LIKE GOAT PISS WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?! BRIAN MASON: And how exactly do you know how...Never mind I asked. The ref walks into the center of the ring as he sees both Colby and Cassius were ready. He then calls for the bell to begin to the match. SINGLES MATCH Colby Spencer vs. Cassius Reed DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! The match kicks off with two sprinting towards each other initially both going for a clothesline but Colby ducks under Cassius' attempt and manages to pull his hair and slam him down on the mat in the process. The fans boo as Colby keeps a hold of Reed's hair while pulling him back up to his feet. The ref tries to warn Colby as he was slapping Cassius in the face a few times while laughing. Colby lands a knee strike to Cassius' midsection, and then follows it up with a nice DDT. Colby goes for the quick cover, looking to pick up his first win in HKW... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Once Cassius kicks out, Colby quickly wraps his arm around his for a side headlock. The ref goes to check on Cassius but he refuses to quit. The fans start to get behind Cassius as they begin to clap their hands in hopes of gaining him some sort of momentum. BRIAN MASON: These fans have really grown to like Cassius! Listen to them doing their best to will him back to his feet. JERMAINE MARKS: What makes you think they ain't clappin' for my boy Colby? RANDY THE PILOT: Didn't you hear them booing him earlier? JERMAINE MARKS: Cause they jealous of his superior intellect. Cassius starts to stir a bit, causing Colby to look around in a state of panic. Colby yells at the fans to shut up and stop cheering for Cassius but that wasn't getting him anywhere. He yells more at them but it wasn't helping as Reed was now up to his feet and was now hitting a few elbows to Colby's midsection getting him off of him! BRIAN MASON: Here comes the comeback! Colby tries to hook Cassius' arm and hit a arm drag to kill his sudden momentum but no! Cassius instead hits his very own arm drag to take the Professor down. With Colby's arm still in his grasp he then transitions into position and locks in an armbar! Luckily for Spencer he was close enough to the ropes to reach his leg out and drape his boot across the bottom one for the break Cassius gets up to his feet as Colby holds his arm while leaning on the set of ropes. Cassius walks over to Colby looking to pull him forward but Colby rakes at the eyes of Cassius Reed! BRIAN MASON: What a cheap move! JERMAINE MARKS: A smart move you mean. Unfortunately Colby wasn't able to capitalize as the ref sees the dirty attack from Colby. The time the ref took confronting Colby and warning him of the disqualification was exactly what Cassius needs as it allows Cassius to recover his vision. Once he did he wastes no time in going back at Colby. Cassius backs Colby in a corner hitting a punching combination that was getting the fans on their feet! Cassius backs up some and then hits a picture perfect running dropkick right to Colby's chest and chin to bring him down to the mat! BRIAN MASON: THE LAZARADE IS IN FULL AFFECT!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Done missed the little black smurf off bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: Hold up slime. Where why he gotta be all that? Before Cassius could continue his attack boos from the crowd begin to fill the arena. Cassius doesn't know what's going on until he starts looking around and sees DeMarcus Gresham holding up his Flavor Championship, checking it out. BRIAN MASON: The hell is he doing here?! Cassius walks over near the ropes screaming at Gresham to let go of the championship belt. With Cassius distracted, Colby takes a moment to catch his breath before he quietly steps toward Cassius, spins him around, and hits him with his "That's A Wrap" bridging cradle suplex! The referee slides into position and makes the count while DeMarcus laughs at his fallen foe from ringside... ONE TWO THREE!!! The ref quickly calls for the bell as the match came to an end. DING!!! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner... COLBY SPENCER! The referee looks around the ring and walks toward the overjoyed Colby Spencer. The ref holds Colby's hand up in the air, but the the only person cheering for him was Melanie at ringside. Colby rolls out of the ring leaving it up to DeMarcus to do whatever it was he came out there to do. DeMarcus Gresham slides into the ring after Colby makes his exit and sneers at Cassius Reed. Not wasting any time, DeMarcus picks Cassius up off the floor and places him in between his legs before looking out at the Pittsburgh crowd who is boo’ing the hell out of him. BRIAN MASON: Lord this can’t be good. DeMarcus then quickly swings Cassius up and like a ragdoll powerbombs him into the turnbuckle nearest him his head hitting the very top turnbuckle and the rest of his body crumpling hitting the bottom two as he collapses to the mat. The signature move he calls Royal. The crowd all giving equal amount of oooh’s as they see Cassius go down. RANDY THE PILOT: (mouthful of nachos) Guuumdd Dammmnnnn!! JERMAINE MARKS: He killed him slime. DeMarcus looks down at the unmoving body of Cassius as the boo’s ring higher than before. Looking as if he would leave it at that DeMarcus turns toward the ropes to leave but once he reaches them he shakes his head walking right back toward Cassius, BRIAN MASON: Oh for the love of God DeMarcus you made you made your point that’s enough!! JERMAINE MARKS: He thinking otherwise. DeMarcus picks up Cassius slumped body and standing him up he uses that same turnbuckle to lean Cassius up against it easily getting his body to stand getting his arms to hang over both sides of the rope. Backing up DeMarcus uses his hands to line up his shot mocking out to the crowd before coming with a full head sprint to Yakuza Kick Cassius’ HEAD!! RANDY THE PILOT: Determination to Cassius! Direct hit!...BRUH!! JERMAINE MARKS: Bruuuh! BRIAN MASON: ...Bruh! Randy and Jermaine look at Brian for his ‘bruh’ chime like ‘wtf’ while Cassius’ body is once again slumped and unmoving in the ring. DeMarcus looks down at Cassius breathing heavy with an unreadable expression. He stares for only a few more seconds before hitting the mat and rolling out of the ring to the yelling fury of the fans all around him. He doesn’t pay any attention to them he continues to walk up the ramp to the stage never looking back heading backstage as medical personnel rush the rid to Cassius’ aid. WINNER: COLBY SPENCER VIA PIN FALL (5:13) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:49 AM Post #7 |
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![]() Eli Zayn is seen backstage with Brian Stryker, who doesn’t look to pleased. He’s chomping at the bits ready to say whatever it appears to be on his mind, as he shifts his weight between both feet. The bandage on his forehead from the wound he received in his number one contenders still healing up. ELI ZAYN: Brian, early tonight we heard Bloodlust champ Ashley Sullivan say what type of match you two will be having at War Ready. She also seemed to have some choice words for you as well. What are your thoughts on all of it? BRIAN STRYKER: First of let’s get one thing clear. “Your age”? Listen here Sullivan. You’re not exactly my junior in this situation. And yes, while my past is my past and not exactly the ideal one. The last thing I am of you is jealous. I don’t get jealous. I get hungry. I get motivated. I get ready to get back to what I do best and that is kicking people’s asses. YOU don’t get to claim the top spot of leading a generation. That’s not how things work in this world. I’ve been doing this since I was 16 years old. I know bloodlust better than you can ever imagine. I grew up in hardcore wrestling. I grew up with glass tables, barbed wire, fire, weed whackers. I have bleed more than you thought humanly possible. I have taken more Norman Bates showers than anything in your worst nightmares. That “ball” you said I dropped, was never dropped in the first place. What I did was put it down for a moment. Now that I am back, I am picking that muther fucker back up and taking it further than I have ever done before. I was just hitting my stride when I left to get clean. Now is the time to harvest the fruits of my labors. The labors of almost 14 months of sobriety. Those fruits take the form of me taking the most precious thing left in your life. The Hard Knox Wrestling Bloodlust Title. But it should be me thanking you Sullivan. Thank you for making this match a barbed wire match. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. When you bring razor wire into the fold you are guaranteeing that at least one person, if not both, is not leaving on their own two feet without some help. The feeling as those sharp metal tips cut through the skin is the most painful and exhilarating feeling a person can have. It’s where one truly feels alive. You wanna show people what they have to sacrifice to be in this division? Do you know about sacrifice? I do. I’ve sacrificed alot over the course of my career. I have lost years of not only my career but my life doing the craziest and most insane shit you have ever seen. I’ve sacrificed my sanity too. To compete in these types of matches you have to let your mind go to that dark place you never thought you could go where you just want to hurt people. I lost myself in that world many many times. It’s a dark cold realm, and one that’s very difficult to get out of. You want my blood on your title? Well let me give you some help. Brian rips the bandage off his forehead and rips one of the stitches out of his forehead as Eli Zayn watches on visibly horrified as blood slowly starts flowing down Brian’s face. Brian wipes some off his cheek as he holds up the two red covered fingers to the camera, as the wound reopens itself. BRIAN STRYKER: There. There’s my blood to adorn your title with. But realize this, Ashley Sullivan. My blood will spill at War Ready. So will yours. We are gonna paint that ring red as we do battle across that arena, but the difference is this. I’m gonna be the one walking out the champion. I am the one who’s willing to be the craziest mother fucker you have ever seen to get the job done. I’m not doing this to lead my generation. I’m not doing this to shut some old grouch up. I’m not doing this to inspire the next generation. I’m doing this because I want to. I’m doing this because I want that title. I’m doing this because I am the embodiment of Bloodlust. And you…...you Ashley Sullivan are just some pretender to the word Bloodlust. On March 13th at War Ready, you won’t have to pretend anymore. I will let you into my world. Let you into my head and see the way I see things in hardcore matches. You’ll learn what it means to fight me and you will not like what you see and feel. The kid gloves come off. What you saw at Defiance 41, child’s play compared to what we will go through. You’ll be the one thanking me at the end of the night. You’ll thank me because you’ll see that you don’t want to be in the bloodlust division, not when I’m around. March 13th. That is when you’ll learn the hardest lesson of them all. Don’t ever bring blood into my fights. Brian wipes his fingers on the camera lens, leaving a red streak as he looks at Eli and walks off. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! "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. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Chicago, Illinois… She is the Devil’s Favorite Reject… 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 her opponent… 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. WHISPER VIPERI: From the city of Philadelphia… BRIAN STRYKER! 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 hopping down onto the floor. BRIAN MASON: This is about to be a fun one, folks! Brian Stryker taking on Nicole Hamilton. Two HKW talents who want nothing more than the Bloodlust championship. RANDY THE PILOT: Word, but I think right now Nicole wants to take Salem out first. Them broads hate each other, bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, you right though, Mason. This match right here could very well be a preview of a future Bloodlust Championship match. The referee checks with both competitors as the crowd cheers for the wrestler they were rooting for. After checking with both Brian and Nicole, the referee looks over at the timekeeper and calls for the bell! SINGLES MATCH Brian Stryker vs. Nicole Hamilton DING! DING!! DING!!! The match gets started with Nicole shooting out of her and going after Stryker’s legs, but Stryker sidesteps out of the way and wraps his arms around Nicole’s waist. He goes for a deadlift german suplex, but Nicole gets her legs underneath Stryker’s arms and flips him forward for the quick roll up! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Stryker just pushes Nicole off, breaking the count before it gets to three. Stryker looks over at the referee to make sure that was only a two, while Nicole shoots Stryker a grin and gestures with her hand that she was this close to winning in nearly record time. BRIAN MASON: Holy moly. Nicole almost had Stryker beat in seven seconds! RANDY THE PILOT: Them unexpected rollups, bruh. They can get anyone. JERMAINE MARKS: That woulda really hurt this dude momentum goin’ into that Bloodlust title match, though. I mean losin’ to Nicole ain’t nothin’ to frown about, but losin’ in seven seconds? Shiiiiiiit. Stryker takes a moment to gather himself as Nicole starts skipping around the ring, trying to win the mental game with Stryker. Stryker shakes his head and lunges toward Nicole for a kick to the gut, but Nicole moves out of the way and catches Stryker with a big slap to the face! This seems to anger Stryker as he grinds down on his teeth and grabs Nicole by the head, sending her into the corner to unleash a fury of shoot kicks to Nicole’s chest and stomach! Stryker pulls Nicole out of the corner and hits a quick snap suplex! With Nicole down, Stryker turns his back to Nicole and lands a beautiful standing moonsault! Stryker hooks the leg and watches as the referee gets in position to make the count… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole kicks out at two, allowing Stryker to pull her up to a vertical base. Stryker whips Nicole into the ropes, and attempts a back body drop on the rebound, but Nicole catches Stryker with a big kick to the face! Stryker stumbles back, opening himself up for Nicole to charge forward and execute a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on Stryker! Stryker gets up to his feet, but Nicole was right there to take him down with a running front dropkick! Stryker stays down this time, allowing the former Bloodlust champion to climb up to the top rope and go high risk! JERMAINE MARKS: What’s this little demon up too RANDY THE PILOT: She probably doesn’t even know. Stryker gets up to his feet and Nicole immediately dives off, landing a crossbody on the backwards Stryker! Stryker goes face and stomach first into the mat, getting the wind knocked out of him as Nicole turns herself around on Stryker’s body and locks in a sleeperhold with bodyscissors! BRIAN MASON: Beautiful transition there by Nicole! She’s going to put Stryker to sleep! JERMAINE MARKS: It’s payback for all them stupid ass tweets he makes. RANDY THE PILOT: What tweets? I don’t even see him and Nicole communicating. JERMAINE MARKS: All of em, slime. Stryker begins to fade away until the crowd starts clapping their hands, trying to will the fan favorite back up to his feet. Suddenly, Stryker’s eyes go wide open and he starts stirring to his feet, Nicole screaming “NO!” while she holds onto Stryker with everyone she has! The number one contender to the Bloodlust championship gets up to his feet, but Nicole still has the sleeper applied tight! Stryker starts falling back until he drives Nicole spine first into the turnbuckle, getting her to release the sleeper. Stryker spins around, leaps up into the air, and catches Nicole in the side of the head with a jumping enziguri, knocking the former champ to the floor! Stryker takes a moment to catch his breath, then looks up at the turnbuckles and points to the sky! Stryker walks out onto the apron, climbs up to the rope, but before he could do anything, Nicole runs up the turnbuckles, wraps her arm around Stryker’s head, and brings him down to the mat for a super DDT! BRIAN MASON: HOLY SMOKES! I NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE! A DDT from the top?! JERMAINE MARKS: Nicole answered my prayers and broke Strykers neck, laaaaaaaawd! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, that’s fucked up. Stryker was out cold after his head spiked off the canvas, but Nicole was hurting as well. She grasps at her back and crawls closer and closer to the lifeless Stryker, just barely able to make a lazy cover… ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Stryker kicks out at two and three quarters, surprising Nicole and the entire Pittsburgh crowd. Nicole screams at the referee to count faster as she grabs a hold of the rope and uses it to pull herself back up to her feet. With Stryker still down, Nicole begins to ponder her next form of attack and looks outside the ring. A smirk comes over her face as Nicole falls down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, walking over toward the commentators table. RANDY THE PILOT: The hell is she doin’ bruh? JEMAINE MARKS: Got no clue, but she freakin’ me the fuck out. Nicole reaches over the commentary table and grabs Randy’s iPad, looking back toward the ring once it’s in her hands. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s my iPad, bruh! My aunt gave me that for Christmas! JERMAINE MARKS: Was your iPad, slide. Nicole walks toward the ring and leaps up onto the apron, but Stryker pops up to his feet and knocks Nicole off the apron with a beautiful dropkick! Somehow, Nicole holds onto the tablet as she scurries up to her feet, but Stryker was already running her way, diving through the ropes with a suicide dive! Nicole falls back against the commentators table, the tablet still in her hand until Stryker rips it out of her grasp and hands it back over to Randy. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayeeee! Stryker my new favorite, bruh! Good looks, fam! Stryker pulls Nicole back up to her feet, and after hearing the referee just now starting to count, he decides to scoop Nicole up and slam her down to the floor! ONE! TWO! Stryker takes his time pulling Nicole back up to her feet, but once he does, he lifts her over his head for a rolling samoan drop, but Nicole slides down Stryker’s back and catches him with a lungblower! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Nicole jumps up onto the apron, looks at the fallen Stryker, and dives off for an apron frog splash… … but Stryker gets his knees up! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn! Think Nicole just broke her ribs! Nicole gasps for air as Stryker gets up to his feet and grabs her by her gear. SIX! SEVEN! Stryker slides Nicole into the ring and goes in after her, turning her onto her back before he stands up. Stryker bounces off the ropes, and lands a quick leg drop on Nicole, immediately going for the pin afterward. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The former Bloodlust champion gets her shoulder up right at two, causing Stryker to grow a bit frustrated. He grabs Nicole by the head and pulls her to her feet, then “First Stryke” superkick, but Nicole ducks out of the way and rolls Stryker with a school boy, grabbing a handful of tights! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Stryker just barely gets his shoulder up before the referee’s hand goes down for three! Nicole shouts at Stryker to stay down, but Stryker scatters up to his feet and takes Nicole down with a running hurricanrana! Although wobbly, Nicole gets back to her feet, but Stryker grabs her from behind and hits her with his patent “Stryke 2” spin-out sit-out powerbomb! The referee gets in position to make the count. ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Nicole gets her shoulder up right before the referee slaps the mat for the three. Stryker can’t believe it as he digs his fingers into his head and raises three fingers over at the referee. The referee shows two of his own, bringing Stryker to pull himself away from Nicole and wonder what he can do next. BRIAN MASON: Stryker has Nicole right where he wants her, but the Devil’s Favorite Reject still has some life left in her! RANDY THE PILOT: Crazy’s don’t know when to give up. Stryker makes a cut-throat gesture as he pulls Nicole up to her feet. Once up, Nicole pulls herself away from Stryker and hides behind the referee! Nicole holds the referee in front of herself as Stryker tries to get around to attack his opponent. Suddenly, Nicole gently shoves the referee toward Stryker, bringing Stryker to grab him and turn him to safety. With Stryker and referee’s back turned, Nicole runs up from behind Stryker and swiftly kicks him between the legs! JERMAINE MARKS: GODDAMN, THAT AIN’T RIGHT! Stryker hunches over, allowing Nicole to jump onto his back and roll him up with a crucifix pin! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… NICOLE HAMILTON! "House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system as Nicole rolls out of the ring and throws her arms up in the air once her feet touch the ground. The Pittsburgh crowd boo the hell out of Nicole as she turns around and points and laughs at Stryker, who’s still hurting from that low-blow. BRIAN MASON: What a bunch of BOLOGNA! STRYKER WAS ABOUT TO WIN THAT MATCH AND WOULD’VE WON IF IT WASN’T FOR THAT LOW BLOW! JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, fam. It only matters that you win, not how you do it RANDY THE PILOT: He’s right, Mase. Nicole just beat the number one contender to the Bloodlust championship, getting her name right back into the mix for it. Nicole skips up the entrance ramp while Stryker slowly gets to his feet, disappointed by how the match ended, and knowing full well that he should’ve expected something crazy from Nicole. WINNER: Nicole Hamilton via pinfall (9:16) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:53 AM Post #8 |
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![]() ELI ZAYN: Jack! Jack! The show finds itself in the backstage area where we see Eli Zayn rushing to catch up with HKW World champion (of the world) Jack Warren. The champ seems to be very irritated at the fact that his sneak attack on Shane Atwater earlier in the night did not go as planned as he seemingly wants nothing to do with Zayn. But Eli catches up to the champ and keeps pace with him as he tries to get his attention by asking him the question he wants an answer to. ELI ZAYN: Jack, two weeks ago, Shane Atwater returned and laid you out. Now, earlier tonight, you tried to attack Shane from behind as well, but it didn’t work out as well. Do you think Shane has your number? Jack stops in his tracks and begins to turn his head to stare at Eli, one of his eyes twitching. He grabs Eli by the collar and calmly answers the interviewer’s question. JACK WARREN: The only reason Shane was able to actually attack me from behind successfully while I couldn’t is because unlike him, I am not a coward who has to go around attacking people from behind because they proved that they are superior to me. Of course, when you are THE FUCKING MAN, no one is superior to you. When you are THE FUCKING MAN, no one can even touch your fucking right testicle out there in that squared circle. AND I’M THE MAN, GODDAMMIT! Jack now seems to lose his cool as he releases Eli and begins hopping up and down like an angry child. JACK WARREN: I DESERVE RESPECT! I DESERVE TO GET MY WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WINNING ASS CARRIED TO THE RING! I DESERVE EVERYTHING! Warren is huffing and puffing as he quickly finds a laptop sat on a table nearby before he drops it on the ground and stomps away at it, giving it the fingers as he does so. JACK WARREN: YOU LIKE THAT SHIT?! YOU LIKE THAT SHIT?! BOOTS TO HARD DRIVES! MAKE A FUCKING SHIRT OUT OF THAT! YOU AIN’T SHIT, LAPTOP! YOUR MOTHERBOARD IS A WHOREBOARD! The World champion then hits an elbow drop on the laptop! JACK WARREN: FUCK YOU RIGHT IN THE CPU, BITCH! FUCK YOU AND YOUR KEYBOARD! Jack then gets to his feet and grabs the laptop (or whatever is remaining of it) before he whips it at the nearest wall, smashing it into pieces! He then continues his rampage by moving on and stopping a backstage worker before he yanks the cup of coffee in his hands, then motions for him to head off. JACK WARREN: FUCK OUTTA MY FACE AND GO TAKE A LAP, TRIPLE CHINS! Warren then placed the cup of coffee down... JACK WARREN: FUCK YOU TOO, COLOMBIAN COFFEE BEANS! ...before he elbow drops it, forcing the cup to explode! However, that hot coffee gets on Warren’s arm, forcing the HKW World champion to quickly hop to his feet and hold his arm in pain! JACK WARREN: SON OF A BITCH! THIS HURTS WORSE THAN LISTENING TO SHANE ATWATER IN ONE OF HIS AFTERSHOW RANTS! SWEET INA INA’S TITS, THAT’S HOT! Jack then kicks at what is left of the cup. JACK WARREN: FUCK YOU, JAVA! YOU AIN’T WOKEN ME UP! YOU PISSED ME OFF SOME MORE! GOD, I HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK! Warren holds his arm as he then walks off, the camera slowly turning to show some people that managed to get firsthand witness of Jack Warren elbow dropping a laptop and a cup of coffee. All the people then begin to start laughing loudly, some even uncontrollably, before the show moves on to somewhere else. The camera fades in, however, the picture is jet black. For about twenty seconds, the screen remains black, until a bright orange dot appears in center. After a couple of moments, the orange light shifts; we see that it’s the burning end of a cigarillo. Scarlet Flint’s illuminates against the black background. She stares directly into the camera for a second before she exhales a large cloud of smoke. SCARLET FLINT: Ya’ know, my girl warned me that Defiance was filled with pussies and punk bitches. Those are my words of course; you know she try to be all sophisticated and what not. And, it’s not that I didn’t believe her or anything. Yo, it’s just...I had high hopes, you know? In every promotion that I’ve been in, I’ve be engulfed boys whose testicials have yet to drop and girls who cry at the first sign of blood. Shit, a bitch thought HKW was the promise land; I prayed that this promotion would be different. She shrugs her shoulders. SCARLET FLINT: But hey, now I see that was just too much to ask for. She let out grunt, more so just to clear her throat. SCARLET FLINT: Let a bitch make this perfectly clear. The two goons that attacked Artemis in our last outing are nothing more than fuckboys. Yeah, you heard that right. The dried gum on the bottom of my Chucks is more valuable than yall. And, when Artemis and I find out just who yall are… Scarlet pauses. She wanted to continue, however, she simply shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: Your beatings will be the most disrespectful sights that this company will ever witness. That’s not a threat, and that not a promise―that’s gospel. Scarlet takes another drag. She let the smoke linger in her lungs a bit before she exhales it once more. SCARLET FLINT: But, I guess that’s just how powerful Sine Mora is, huh? Our savagery turns the mighty into sniveling lil’ bitches. And hey, that’s the way it should be. Shit, it’s only a matter of time until H.O.D. do the same. The Ayano hoe aint got no damn sense; I seen it first hand in GFP. She turned on her own family, which did nothing for her by the way; so what the hell makes you think she won’t turn on Jimmy? Scarlet laughs a bit. SCARLET FLINT: And ya’ boy Jimmy been fuckin’ up ever since he got that ass tapped over in FGA. He aint the big bad wolf no more, he’s just a fucking ant...something you can step on. She takes another puff. SCARLET FLINT: But before Sine Mora gets a chance to step on tubby, we are gonna’ have to go through some matches; yea’, I know how the game works. And I suppose this is why this eight man elimination shit was created. Our reputation should speak for itself; but yo’, if we have to bust some more heads, then so be it. Sine Mora will gladly ride HKW and the wrestling the ancient relic Strike, and all the goonie goons. Scarlet takes a final puff before she tosses the cigarillo to the ground and stomps on it. SCARLET FLINT: Now, I’m not going to give yall a fucking run down of how this match work. Hopefully, yall are smart and can figure it out. But, I’ll say this. Chris Strike, Sho Kojima, Eva Castro and Kaiden Hawke―please please please, be ready for this damn ass whooping. At this point, it’s inevitable. And when yall get demolished, don’t bitch about how yall werent on ya’ game, or how it was a fluke―that’s a punkass excuse, you feel me? Scarlet smirks as the camera fades out. ![]() The show comes back to ringside, where we see Sho Kojima, Eva Castro, and Kaiden Hawke all already in the ring, ready for their match tonight. WHISPER VIPERI: The following is an eight person tag team elimination match! Introducing first, he is SHO KOJIMA! Cameras focus in on Sho, who just cracks his neck as he waits in the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, she is EVA CASTRO! Eva Castro continues to warmup as her eyes are focused on the entranceway, waiting for her opponents. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, he is KAIDEN HAWKE! Hawke leans up against the ropes, his gaze on the entranceway as well as the three wrestlers are all waiting for their 4th partner. 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. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope but as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight, as he slaps his chest twice before bringing his right arm back in the air again for a moment, breathing in the reaction before entering the ring and walking to the nearest corner, leaning against the turnbuckle and observing his surroundings as “Reverie / Harlequin Forest” fades from the PA system… WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, he is CHRIS STRIKE! The intro to Powerman 5000's "Riot Time" filled the building and the fans erupt as Jinzai ran out onto the stage, fired up and ready to compete as he began playing to the crowd. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. He walked down the aisleway, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the aisle as he looks up at the ring. His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He smiles as he begins singing the chorus of his entrance music along with the crowd. He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he waited for his opponent to arrive. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, he is JINZAI! "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands 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. After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits for the match to start, the opposing team having bailed the ring as they did not want to be within the vicinity of the young man. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, he is JAXON QUEEN! “Gravedigger” by Architects begins to play as Jaxon and Jinzai turn their attention to the entranceway. However, it is not the two women that come out from behind the curtain. Or, at least, it’s not JUST them. Sine Mora makes their way from behind the curtain...and are fighting the two masked wrestlers that screwed them two weeks ago. The two pairs fight on the stage for a bit, Sine Mora getting the upper hand, only for the masked attackers to shove them off and quickly head to the back, forcing Sine Mora to chase after them! BRIAN MASON: What the hell is going on- JAXON, LOOK OUT! Jaxon turns around and is met with a chair shot to the skull, courtesy of Sho Kojima! Queen drops to the mat and Jinzai quickly turns to see this before he charges in at Sho, only for Eva to catch Jinzai with a chair shot to the back of the head! The two toss their weapons aside as Kaiden then joins them in the ring and the three begin stomping away at the two laid out wrestlers. Strike sees this happening and smirks before he walks to the back, looking slightly irritated that the match never went down. After the two HOD members and their ally finish the stomping, Sho leans down next to Jaxon and warns him of the consequences of coming after Jimmy Page. The three wrestlers then exit the ring, leaving Jaxon and Jin lying on the mat as the medics rush in to check on them. JERMAINE MARKS: Looks like Jaxon learning the hard way what it means to go after Jimmy Page. RANDY THE PILOT: If he wants to get his hands on Page, he just might have to go through every one of these guys. BRIAN MASON: What a disgraceful attack by Sho, Eva, and Kaiden tonight. But what a grave mistake they just made too. WINNERS: No Contest (0:00) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Feb 2 2016, 12:55 AM Post #9 |
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![]() In one of the hallways inside the arena we see Selena King standing with a UPS man. The UPS man hands Selena a box and immediately goes on his way, leaving the HKW board member confused as to what was in the box and why the UPS man was in such a rush to get away. SELENA KING: This is probably a bomb. She sets the box on the nearest equipment crate and taps her foot off the floor, debating whether or not she should open the mysterious box. SELENA KING: Orrrrrrrrr… maybe it’s something nice like… like… like a giant snowglobe! The AIR COO takes a step forward and looks ready to open the box until she hears… NICOLE HAMILTON: Hey watch it! She camera pans to show Nicole Hamilton sitting in the corner next to the crate, running her hands through her hair. She glares up and shakes her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: You almost kicked me with that foot of yours. She jumps up, before skipping around Selena peeking at the box. Her head tilts as she looks at it, looking back at her. NICOLE HAMILTON: Hey wait a minute... What this?! Huh?! HUH?! She shouts, before poking it again looking back at her. Right then and there, Selena gets an idea and tries to flash a somewhat genuine smile. SELENA KING: That’s… um… The AIR COO hesitates. SELENA KING: It’s a present for you! But if it’s something like papers or anything cool like not a bomb or anything than it’s for me, kay? Her face lights up as she quickly heads towards the box, before reluctantly looking back. NICOLE HAMILTON: Fine... Deal.. But if it's knives I get to keep that...and chips... And... Nicole says as she tears apart the box, not hesitating. Her eyes widen, before she snatches something out of the box. NICOLE HAMILTON: MY BABY!!!! Nicole shouts as she clutches the old bloodlust championship that was in the box in her hands and brings it close to her chest. Her eyes peer at it before she brings it close to her face, rubbing her cheek on it as she smiles sadistically. NICOLE HAMILTON: YOU CAN NOT KEEP THIS! I lost my baby once and it won't happen again! Selena scratches at the back of her head, unsure of how to react or what to say. It was obvious to her that Nicole really cared about that title in particular, and with HKW having a newly designed Bloodlust championship… SELENA KING: Okay, fine. You can keep that. But don’t tell anyone that I let you have that. I don’t know if I’d get in trouble or not, but it’d be best if.. Just then, Selena notices the camera crew recording her and Nicole through the entire time. SELENA KING: Well never rmid that then! Done with this. The AIR COO shoots the camera crew a dirty look before she runs away, leaving Nicole with the old Bloodlust title. NICOLE HAMILTON: I've missed you, baby. Have you missed me? She smiles, her eyes glued to the belt she has pressed against her cheek. As she hold up the former bloodlust championship belt to her ear, her eyes flicker in confusion. NICOLE HAMILTON: What's that baby? You want revenge? Nicole raises an eye brow, studying the belt as she asks it another question. NICOLE HAMILTON: On who? Nicole looks at the belt, before stroking it some. As she holds it closer to her ear, she nods her head and smirks. NICOLE HAMILTON: Ahh... On the person who took you away from me... Don't worry baby... Nicole cradles the belt, rocking her arms back and forth hushing the belt as she smiles. NICOLE HAMILTON: Everything will be alright. Momma's got you and won't let anything happen to you ever again. As for revenge.. Mommy will take care of it. Rest now, little one. Nicole comforts her "baby" as she kisses the belt, smiling down as the scene fades... ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! The heavy opening riff of STVORE’s Sgori [Burn] starts up on the sound system and Viktor Volkov steps out from behind the curtain. With his flask engraved with a snarling wolf in one hand, Volkov uses his free hand to take a drag from his already lit cigarette. WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, measuring 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 223 pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is Reaper In Pride’s Hell Raiser, he is the ‘Red Wolf’, Viktor Volkov! With his usual stoic expression, Viktor begins to walk down to the ring, taking a couple of swigs from his flask along the way before disposing of his cigarette. Pulling himself up to the apron the ‘Red Wolf’ enters the ring, almost reluctantly handing his flask to the referee before he removes his Reapers In Pride cut and places it under a turnbuckle. Viktor then takes the center of the ring, intimidatingly pacing back and forth as his music begins to fade. BRIAN MASON: Viktor Volkov, the newest member of the Defiance, looks to pick up a huge win over two of Defiance’s top talents in Jimmy Page and Salem Cartier. RANDY THE PILOT: Easier said than done, Mase. Volkov might’ve been a dominant force on Subversion, but let’s see how he does against OUR GUYS! THE DEFIANCE STARS! JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga a beast. He gon’ be aight. Volkov begins hopping up and down in place as he waits for his opponents, twirling his neck around in a circle before he leans back into a corner. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… 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 our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. WHISPER VIPERI: From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin. BRIAN MASON: You could almost feel the bad blood and disdain both Volkov and Page feel towards one another. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit, I’m surprised they haven’t started swingin’ on one another yet. JERMAINE MARKS: And poor Salem, fam. Girl gon’ be stuck in between two fools that probably wanna kill each other. BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t say poor Salem, Jermaine. I think this is a position she doesn’t mind being in. Page and Volkov exchange some words as Page’s theme song begins to die down. The two men look ready to go after one another until Whisper pulls the microphone closer to her face and makes her announcement. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent! "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!" "There's no place like home!" 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... WHISPER VIPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! 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. BRIAN MASON: This is like an all-stars match, guys! I’m excited! JERMAINE MARKS: You seriously sound fruity as hell when you say shit like that, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, I don’t blame him this time. This is about to be a big match! But I can’t help but wonder if Nicole’s on Salem’s mind. JERMAINE MARKS: Or if she’s loomin’ around here somewhere. Lil psychopath. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH Viktor Volkov vs. Jimmy Page vs. Salem Cartier DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!! The opening bell sounds and the main event for Defiance gets underway! Salem glances over at Jimmy Page, someone she was very familiar with, and then over at Volkov, who looks ready to strike at any moment. Sizing them up, Salem looks ready to attack one of them, but Volkov strike first, going right after Page! Volkov starts pounding away at the back of Page’s head with right hand after right hand, then attempts a suplex, but Salem spins him around and blasts him with a right hook to the face! The punch has very little effect on Volkov as he reaches hand forward and pulls Salem into a knee to the midsection. Salem drops to her knees, and just as Volkov goes to continue his attack on the former Cyber champion, Jimmy Page comes out of nowhere and blindsides Volkov with a running elbow shot to the back of the head! Volkov hits the floor, allowing Page to start putting the stomps to him until Salem comes out of nowhere with a running dropkick to Page’s chest! Page falls back against the ropes and Salem picks up a full head of steam, charging toward Page with yet another running dropkick, this time sending Page to the outside! Salem looks ready to attempt some sort of high risk move, but before she could do anything, Viktor Volkov comes up from behind her, grabs her by the gear, and throws her over the top rope right next to Page! BRIAN MASON: And the actions sprawls out to the outside! We’ve seen a lot of that tonight. RANDY THE PILOT: We got a violent roster that the ring can’t contain, Mason. I don’t see this as a problem. JERMAINE MARKS: Me neither, slime. BRIAN MASON: Yeah, you say that until someone tries to take your iPad again… RANDY THE PILOT: Listen, Mase. My momma got me that iPad! Volkov rolls out of the ring and turns his attention to Jimmy Page. Volkov waits for him to get up, and then blasts him with a stiff right hand to the jaw, dropping Page back down to the floor. Volkov hunches over to lift Page up, but Salem comes out of nowhere and jumps onto Volkov’s back, locking in a sleeperhold! Volkov attempts to fling Salem over his shoulder, but when he does, Salem lands on her feet, turns around, and unleashes with a fury shin kicks until Volkov drops to his knee! Salem sees her opening and wraps her arm around Volkov’s head, spiking his head into the mat with a low-angle DDT! Salem pops up to her feet and plays to the ground, but Jimmy Page comes up from behind her and pushes her face first into the steel ringpost! After Salem’s face meets steel, Page tosses her back inside the ring and goes in after he. Page waits for Salem to get up, and once she does, he lunges forward and catches her with a decapitating lariat! Salem turns inside out, but Page spins her onto her back once she hits the canvas and makes the pin attempt… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Salem kicks out on her own will, but Volkov was right there to bring the fight to Page! Volkov goes down to the ground and starts pummeling away on Page’s head with rights and lefts, finally stopping once Page shoves him away. Both men scramble up to their feet and charge at one another, but it’s Volkov who strikes first with a right hook to Page’s chin, followed by a huge scoop powerslam! Volkov hooks the leg after the big move and watches the referee get in position to make the count… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Page emphatically kicks out, Volkov wrapping his around Page’s neck for a chokehold. BRIAN MASON: Sound strategy to go for the early pin attempts, but come on! It’s gonna take more than what these three have administered to one another so far to keep them down! RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, bruh. Never know. I’ve seen crazier shit happen in between them ropes before. JERMAINE MARKS: Like what? RANDY THE PILOT: Shit I don’t wanna talk about, Jermaine. Let’s leave it at. The referee notices Volkov applying an illegal choke on Page, but before he could tell Volkov to break, Salem comes flying off the top from behind Volkov and catches him in the head with a diving knee attack! Volkov immediately lets go of the choke as he rolls around the ring, clutching at the back of his head. Salem sees that Volkov was hurting from the knee and turns her attention to the slowly recovering Page. She waits for him to get up to his feet, charges forward, but gets caught by a exploded suplex from Page! Page crawls toward Salem, hooks the leg, and waits for the referee to get in position to make the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Salem gets her shoulder up at two, frustrating Page a bit. Before Page can attack Salem, Volkov grips up a handful of Page’s hair and pulls him up. Page spins around and hits Volkov in the gut with a punch, but Volkov fires back with an elbow shot of his own. Page staggers back against the turnbuckles after the elbow, allowing Volkov to come forward and start unleashing with a fury of shoulder thrusts to Page’s midsection. Once he was done with the shoulder thrusts, Volkov pulls Page out of the corner and goes for the short-arm lariat, but Page ducks out of it, wraps one of his arms underneath Volkov, and delivers a picture perfect half-nelson suplex! Page crawls toward Volkov this time and goes for the cover… ONE! TWO! TH--NO! Salem comes out of nowhere and blasts Page with a low dropkick to the face to break the pin! Salem staggers up to her feet and looks at both of the downed men, glancing at the crowd as if she were asking them what she should do next. JERMAINE MARKS: Don’t get why she lookin’ out at the crowd for answers, slime. THEY DON’T GOT THE ANSWERS! RANDY THE PILOT: Salem probably… uh… damn, bruh. Forgot what I was gonna say and started thinking about an Oreo milkshake. BRIAN MASON: You’re ridiculous, Randy. Salem quickly grabs Viktor and gets him up to both feet before he Irish whips him into the nearest corner. She then charges in and catches him with a forearm smash that stuns him! Salem then begins firing off with chops to the chest of viktor, forcing the big man to wince in pain as this happens. Salem then goes to Irish whip Viktor into the opposite corner, but he reverses it and sends her into the corner instead. Viktor then charges in and gets caught right in the face with a boot. Volkov stumbles back and Cartier quickly climbs to the middle turnbuckle before she leaps off for a crossbody, landing it! But before Salem goes for the cover, she lets out a sigh of annoyance as she watches Nicole Hamilton make her way down to the ring with the old Bloodlust title. BRIAN MASON: Oh, come on. What is Nicole doing out here? JERMAINE MARKS: Looks like she got the old belt back. RANDY THE PILOT: Her ass better sit down and do nothing! Nicole has no intention of sitting down, and wants an up close and personal view of the Consol Energy Center ring. The fans begin to boo Nicole because they knew bad things usually happened whenever that former HKW Bloodlust Champion came down to the ring. Nicole stand a few feet away from Salem, who was positioned close to the ropes inside of the ring. Nicole caresses the old Bloodlust belt as if it were really a living breathing little bastard. BRIAN MASON: Doesn’t look like NIKKI will be DOING any MOTERLOVING sitting down DOES IT??! HMMMSTER!? SALEM COULD HAVE WON BUT NICOLE’S UNWANTED PRESENCE GAVE VIKTOR THE TIME HE NEEDS TO RECUPERATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: She’s just enjoying the action, bruh, calm yo ass. Salem turned back around to Volkov who was getting back to his feet. Salem charged forward but was taken down by the stiff lariat of Viktor Volkov! Once Salem’s back hit the floor Volkov positioned himself then leaped up - dropping the fist right on top of the former Bloodlust Champion’s head. Salem held her head in pain as Volkov went for the cover hooking the inner leg of Cartier! ONE! TWO! NO! Salem got her shoulder up at two! Viktor attempted to go for a second pin. Pressing Salem’s shoulder back down to the canvas with a passion, with every intention of keeping the R.I.P fire going! ONE! T-NO! This time Salem kicked out even faster than she did before which did not sit well with the only two-time and first Lionheart Champion in HKW history. Volkov tried to get back to his feet and leap up to drive his forearm into the face of Salem this time! But Cartier had it scouted! She rolled out of the way - causing Volkov to his his own forearm on the canvas! BRIAN MASON: YES SALEM! RANDY THE PILOT: Ouch bro, Volkov had Salem just now. She’s quick as hell. Salem then reared her elbow upwards….back into the face of Volkov - who was still kneeled next to her! Volkov held his face with his free hand as Salem got up and ran the ropes! As she bounced of she picked up speed then nailed Volkov with a Shining Wizard! Salem then draped her arm over Viktor after that looking to pick up the win after her impressive maneuver. JERMAINE MARKS: Good ass Shining Wizard, Salem tryna win it now… BRIAN MASON: Say what we want! This is the shake up we’ve been wanting! This is what’s beautiful about any draft in any wrestling company! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Viktor kicked out! The referee had only gotten to two and a half! Salem got back to her feet, both athletes were sweating. ”OHHH MY BABY! OOOOOOOOOOH MY BABY!”” Nicole could be heard yelling on the outside of the ring as she rubbed the old Bloodlust belt with the touch of a Mama. BRIAN MASON: MAN that sounds like a wolf howling. IT’S TERRIBLE!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh, Mase. You a virgin bruh? BRIAN MASON: Uhmmmm, look guys! Volkov’s getting up! It distracted Salem from the task at hand for a moment allowing Volkov time to regain a vertical base. The former Lionheart Champion locked up with Salem - he started to use his strength advantage to push the former two-time champion Salem up against the ropes. Salem used Volkov’s own momentum against him and turned him back against the ropes. Volkov then suddenly grabbed Salem into suplex position! He then Suplexed Salem upwards - tossing Cartier over the third rope! Salem tumbled to the ring apron and down to the outside floor afterwards! RANDY THE PILOT: DAMN! What a move by Big Vik! That’s gotta hurt! The referee began the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! As Volkov positioned himself in the center of the ring, wanting Salem to get back in so they could continue their battle. Salem fought back to a standing position. Clearly fighting through the pain of that destructive Suplex to the outside floor! As Salem got onto the apron - Volkov moved forward, the referee then turned to warn Volkov that he couldn’t do anything since Salem was still on the ropes! BRIAN MASON: YES! DO YOUR JOB FOR SALLY REF! DON’T LET THAT R.I.Per hurt her! RANDY THE PILOT: Salem can take care of herself, Mase….She’s won multiple titles here and has carved out a name for herself worldwide. As Salem tried to get back in… Nicole grabbed at her foot!!! BRIAN MASON: WHAT?!?!?!? JERMAINE MARKS: Now she gettin’ involved. Guess y’all were right. Salem turned to Nicole, realizing the referee didn’t see what happened. Salem kicked Nicole back! Nikki fell back onto her backside on the outside floor as the crowd popped for it! Salem got back into the ring and was met by a RED HAMMER FROM VOLKOV! Salem dropped down to the canvas! BRIAN MASON: NOOOOOOOWIE! Volkov went for the pin hooking the inner leg again! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! DING DING DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… VIKTOR VOLKOV! Viktor Volkov had won the match up! The referee raised his arm as “Sgori” blared through the venue. BRIAN MASON: NO! Viktor won because Nicole distracted Salem! NOOOOO! It shouldn’t be this way!!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: SHUT UP. I agree that was questionable, the way Volkov picked up the win here just now. But damn you’re annoying. After Viktor got out of the ring and Page visibly disappeared, Nicole slid inside the ring with the throwback Bloodlust title in her hand and started verbally berating Salem! Nicole put the title to her ear and acted as if it were talking to her, then dropped it to the ground and pulled Salem to her feet! JERMAINE MARKS: The belt giving her directions now, fam! RANDY THE PILOT: She just keeps getting more insane by the week. Nicole looked down at the old Bloodlust title for instruction, but Salem used the temporary distraction to pushed Nicole away and go for the New Hampshire handshake… .. but Nicole fell down to the mat, grabbed her title and rolled right out of the ring to safety! Salem dropped to a knee, still reeling from the Red Hammer by Volkov as she stared at Nicole with a face that could only be described as the “I’m gonna kill you face.” BRIAN MASON: These two are going to meet at War Ready in a Last Woman Standing match, and boy I can’t wait! JERMAINE MARKS: You and me both, slime. Broads gon’ kill each other and maybe even take off each others close, ayeeee. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, I ain’t tryna work on War Ready. Got War Games, Last Woman Standing… the shit is gonna be bananas! Nicole shouts some obscenities at Salem as she backpedals up the ramp, holding the old Bloodlust title close to her ear, and listening to it’s ‘words.’ BRIAN MASON: And she’s still talking to the title. *Sigh* Folks, we’re not done here yet. More after this word from our sponsors! WINNER: Viktor Volkov via pinfall (14:21) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Feb 2 2016, 01:31 AM.
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![]() Defiance XLII returned from commercial break. Cameras cut to the side of the ring showing a beautifully designed “DEFIANCE” logo on the apron as well as red canvas covering the ring for the duration of this segment.. Cameras then cut to the center of the ring where a rectangular black table rested. The table had matching black rotating arm-chairs surrounding it. Standing beside the table, dressed in a Black/White business Skirt/Blouse, was none other than the new Director of Operations! Ai: Ladies and gentlemen...Currently in the ring, residing in Manchester, England by way of Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan….The HKW Director of Operations, HAN AI! After being announced - Ai patted the microphone twice. Ai: Alrighty, dudes, I’m not here to play tonight as usual. You all know what my job description here is! I’m the Director of Operations here for HKW, which means I have to DIRECT. I was called here tonight because the last time my two guests tonight were together BOOOOOOOOOOOOTH of them got hurt! It really could’ve been CHWICK. The Interstellar Princess made a cutthroat gesture. Ai: For both of them if they landed wrong. BUT, that’s why I’m here tonight. I’m not just here to direct, I’m here to prevent that from happening this week. If something happens I’m responsible for putting a stop to it. We can’t risk a money match here tonight. So why don’t we get this contract signing underway. Without further nicnacs….Please welcome the 2015 Crowned Royalty Champion and the first woman to gain the crown in HKW history... The challenger….From Bloomfield, New Jersey….FRANCESCA! Ai pointed towards the top of the ramp. “Praise Me” - a custom made song by Lyle Risky’s artist DJ Spadez blared through the P.A. System. The famous song Fran utilized at Destiny Chapter 2 drew out a horrid, anger filled reaction from the fans. Fran walked out from behind the curtain dressed in Fleexican merchandise, a hoodie and leggings with Mexican Flag colors. Fran slipped the Crowned Royalty Crown on top of her head with her free hand. Cameras caught the sight of Fran’s left arm being held up in a cast for some odd reason. Possibly the bad fall. Which even made Ai raise a brow. Fran got to the ring and slowly climbed in, flinching in apparent pain. She could be heard yelling out “I AIN’T FROM JERSEY NO MORE YAWL!” As her music faded. Ai: And next up, from Jersey City, New Jersey, she is the ONLY Triple Crown Champion in the history of HKW. The current defending No Limits CHAMPION….FELICITY BANKS! “Courtesy Call” by Thousand Foot Krutch hit the sound system, starting from thirty seconds into the song. The crowd immediately comes unglued as Felicity Banks walks out onto the entrance, her championship wrapped around her shoulder, and still wearing her custom made “Supreme” sweatsuit. She spun her neck around in a circle, glaring at the capacity audience before took a few steps down the entrance ramp. The No Limits champion stopped mid-ramp, smirking once she locked eyes with Fran. Fel glanced over at the No Limits championship and pulled it from her shoulder, holding it out with her non-injured left arm, and letting the fans at ringside touch as she made her way toward the ring. Once at ringside, Felicity slid the No Limits championship into the ring, and slid in right after it, bouncing up to her feet with the championship held high over her head. The crowd cheered the No Limits champion on, while Fran looked ready to launch a pen at her. Ai motioned for the champions music to be cut, watching as Felicity took a seat in her chair and laid the No Limits championship across the desk. Ai: Now that we’re here in this beehive!! Felicity, or should I sayyyyyyy FEL FEL? Fran wants to say something to you. The Crowned Royalty Champion weakly picks up a microphone from the table. FRANCESCA: Bruh Fel Fel before we start gettin’ into any of this shit. I just done got back from the medics, YAWL. That fall yawl caused put me in a SLING yawl. I gotta CAST. So lemme let yawl know this, n’ the board ain’t finna like it. The No Limits strap match gon be OFF unless yawl willing to do one thing. Fran said. FRANCESCA: Yawl gotta be able to fight on an even playin’ field bruh. Since YEEEEW caused my injury LAWD - yawl finna have to fight DA KWEEN. THE FLEEXICAN...With one arm tied behind ya back. The crowd automatically began booing heavily. Due to past incidents with Fran they began to chant “TRAP! TRAP! TRAP! TRAP!” FRANCESCA: THIS AIN’T NO TRAP YAWL! I AIN’T NEVVVVVVVVVVVA TRIED TRAPPIN’ FEL FEL! The Crowned Royalty Champion lied...badly. Ai: Well, Fel, what do you think about this new subspace anomaly? Ai asked Felicity in her awkward manner. The champion looked baffled made by the request made by the Crowned Royalty winner. FELICITY BANKS: Are you kidding me? Are we forgetting that the last time you tried pulling this whole injury thing the doctor said that I was the one who shouldn’t be competing? Felicity held her injured right arm up, showing that her she still had her lingering shoulder issue, unable to lift her above her waist. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, that whole arm thing is still a thing. But here I am… not once complaining about it. Not once using it as an excuse. And then, here you are… The champ squinted her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: Looking for any kind of leverage you can get. Faking injuries, claiming racism and bias, doing anything and everything that peanut shaped head of yours can conjure. It’s sad, really. She shook her head in a disgusted way. FELICITY BANKS: I remember the time where you were actually tough. When you actually fought until you could fight no more even though you weren’t the best wrestler ever. Sure, you got your ass kicked a lot, but you got your ass kicked and at least had some dignity. Now, look at you… The champion pointed her finger at Fran, moving the microphone to her left hand. FELICITY BANKS: You’re a spineless, gutless, coward, Fran. It boggles my mind how you could come out here and tell me that the only way I could defend my title against you is if I agree to tying my hand behind my back. But what really makes me sick is the fact that even after winning Crowned Royalty, you still haven’t grown the hell up. You’re still looking for the easy way out. You’re still coming up with all these schemes to make sure that you have you some sort of leverage. The newly renamed “Supreme” of HKW shrugged her shoulders, twirling the microphone around in her hand FELICITY BANKS: But why should I expect anything more? It’s not like you won the Crowned Royalty tournament the right way. It’s not like you even won the No Limits championship the right way! Hell, you haven’t won anything straight up! Tapping her finger off of her chin, the champion began to realize something. FELICITY BANKS: Ohhhh, I get it now. It’s because you know you can’t, right? You’ve never won anything before you came to wrestling, and now that you got that taste of success, you want nothing more than to have it again and again and again. Problem is… you just don’t have it in you and you know it, don’t you, Fran? It’s those insecurities of yours that makes you a little chickenshit, huh? Those thoughts at night that keep you awake telling you that you’ll always be in my shadow. That no matter what you do and how much you win, you will always be Felicity Banks’ ratchet mini-me. Felicity chuckled as the fans began chanting “Rat-chet Mini Me!” at Fran. The Crowned Royalty Champion’s eye began to twitch rapidly. FRANCESCA: FEL FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALLEERLEEERLEEEERLEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!! The Crown Wielder screamed out loud, not even giving Ai the chance to ask Fran what she thought. The sheer sound of Fran’s voice clearly disgusted the No Limits Champion and all of the people in the arena. FRANCESCA: I’m finna tell yawl the same thing I done tol- “RAT-CHET MINI ME!” Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! The crowd roared. FRANCESCA: SHADDUP YAWL I AIN’T NO GOTDAMN RATCHET MINI NOTHIN’. I’M TALKIN’ TO FEL FEL! I AIN’T ADDRESSIN’ YAWL ASSES YET. Anyway, Fel Fel. I’m finna tell ya the same thing I tol’ Ashley Sullivan’s ugly ass when she was tryna come for Fleexican but got ha weave tied into a ribbon. Unlike AWWL these insecure ass niggas that be infiltratin’ our business I ain’t NEVA really cared if somebody compare me to the person I been learnin’ from. People could say that typa shit every day it ain’t gonna change the fact that I’m finna be every damn champ by two thousand seventeen. ME. Fran explained. FRANCESCA: That shit ain’t a factor to FLEEXICAN YAWL. Fran brushed her “healthy hand” across the crown seated on her forehead. FRANCESCA: What I AM fuckin’ mad about is the fact that YAWL sayin’ I can’t do nothin’ on my own. Brun I DONE told yawl, I’m finna do what EYE gotta do to be successful. What these people call schemin’ I see as survival! Yawl had the type of upbringin’ I had as to where my parents took me BACK n’ FORTH between Bloomfield n’ Durango, Acapulco, n’ every gotdamn place we been to. Bruh I had to SCRAPE just to get anything I needed just like YEW had to fight growin’ up. So yawl finna blame me for tryin’ to keep what lil affluence I got now? Really bruh? I ain’t goin’ back to bein’ a nothin’ minority with no future! YAWL know how it is. Ya family came to this country from Poland with nothin’ just like mine came from Mexico. It ain’t EASY! The Crowned Royalty Champion added, veins beginning to pop up as her eyes turned red out of anger. FRANCESCA: We ain’t gonna forget how YEW did what you had to do to become World Champ ova Hunter Werthless, right bruh? How yawl did what ya had to do to get respect from BB, for him to realize that ya can carry a company. She said, reliving the days when Felicity indeed did fight her way to the top of the company harder than most of the other people who’ve been World or Global Champion in the past. And arguably had many more obstacles to overcome than any of them. FRANCESCA: Fel Fel, maybe People try sayin’ I ain’t as physically talented as a lotta people. Could be debatable. But I’m finna hold OUR Destiny Chapter 2 match up against that argument n’ shut em down though. JESAS is sure as fuck smarter than most of em in this ring right here, yawl. Ain’t nobody molded me to be that way in here but yew bruh, YOU did it. She said as she pointed her finger in the direction of the No Limits Champion. FRANCESCA: YOU took AWL my life experiences n’ SHAPED Fleexican to be this way. Felicity narrowed a brow and leaned forward. FELICITY BANKS: I know that, Fran. And that’s why from day one I’ve said that I have to the one to kill the monster that you’ve become. And I’m going to do exactly that at House of Pain. It’s over, Fran. Finished. You are DONE in the No Limits scene! Hell, you might be done on this brand! The No Limits champion stood up and grabbed her title off the table. She looked over at Ai, took the clipboard with the contract out of her hand, and strapped her title around her shoulder. FELICITY BANKS: Not tying anything behind my back, Fran. I already pretty much have one arm. What I will do is warn you, though. Warn you that from bell to bell, I’m going to beat the living hell out of you. I’m going to throw you around by your hair, and then I’m going to choke you until that orange oompa loompa skin on your face starts turning purple. Then, once I’m satisfied with beating the crap out of you, I’m going to pin you...one...two...three…. Felicity glanced down, pulled the pen from the clipboard and signed the contract, tossing it onto to the table to Fran afterward. FELICITY BANKS: And then all of this? Real No Limits Yall, Crowned Royalty champion, five star match, every single thing you’ve achieved? Will feel like nothing. I’m going to be the reason for you fall from grace, Fran… because that’s the only way to save you from yourself. Fran suddenly stood up out of her seat, pulling the sling off her supposedly “injured” arm. FRANCESCA: Yawl know what, bruh? I’m tryna see ya do that right now. Bet yawl I’m finna whip ya ass. The crowd began to stir as Felicity looked at Fran with a smirk and stood up out of her chair. FELICITY BANKS: Guess someone doesn’t want to make it to House of Pain. As Felicity started to move forward - she completely flipped the desk over drawing out a big cheer from the audience. Ai realized that the situation was about to get out of control. Ai: Ladies! Ladies, this isn’t supposed to go to poop, remember?! She told both Fran and Felicity to stop, but it was clear the champion and challenger had no intention of listening. Fran reached forward pushing Felicity back a few steps yelling out “WHAT NOW BRUH! WE ARE ON THE SKREETZ NOW.” The crowd let out a big boo. In return, Fel reared her arm back and punched Fran right in her surgically repaired nose! Letting the crowd roar out with approval. Fran could be heard yelling “MY NOSE YAWL, I JUST GOT IT REDID!” as she held that nose Felicity had injured at Destiny Chapter 2 just as bad as Fran had twisted away at Fel’s arm. A smirk grew on the face of Fel as she stepped forward some more, Fran took another step back. “HOL’ UP! IT AIN’T TIME.” Fran held out her arms forming the time-out symbol as the No Limits Champion closed in. Then…. Doctor, what is the matter bitch? The inmates gotten a hold of a gun, I think they're trying to escape What? I think It's the guy Block The sounds of the infamous Luke Wisia’s theme song “Crazy Man” blared through the Consol Energy Center. Felicity turned her attention to the entrance ramp, waiting for her cousin to come out and whatever he had planned, but… BRIAN MASON: TURN AROUND, FEL! Fran rushed up behind Felicity and blasted her in the back of her head with the casted arm! The crowd began to rain down boos as Wisia’s theme music died down and Fran pulled open the cast, showing that it was nothing more than a prop. BRIAN MASON: WHAT A… WHAT A DECEITFUL LITTLE--- RANDY THE PILOT: Watch it now, Mase! Don’t be cursing up a storm! Felicity clutched at her head after getting hit with the cast, Fran grabbing the No Limits championship and holding it high in the air for the booing crowd. She threw the title to the ground, grabbed Felicity’s injured right arm, and locked in a cross armbreaker, wrenching back on the pressure! BRIAN MASON: She’s gonna rip her shoulder out of the socket! JERMAINE MARKS: TWO TYME REAL NO LIMITS YAAAAWL! Fran continued pulling back on the arm, holding the cross armbreaker in for another ten seconds before she let it go and popped up to her feet. Fran looked down at her former mentor with a grin on her face as she grimaced in pain, moving back over toward the No Limits championship to pick it up from the canvas. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Will this be the sight we see at House of Pain? Will fran be a two time No Limits champion? BRIAN MASON: I’m sick to my stomach. This show is over. See you guys next week for Subversion. CUT THESE DAMN CAMERAS! Fran walked over toward Felicity’s down body with Fel’s title in her hand, and stood up above Felicity with the No Limits championship high in the air as Defiance came to a close. |
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