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SubVersion 8 Aftermath
Topic Started: Feb 22 2016, 01:53 PM (233 Views)
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after SubVersion goes off the air only on Evolve! Watch as the action from SubVersion spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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The camera fades into backstage. Nina Stokes is standing by the woman’s locker room with her Nike gym bag in hand. She got on a white pair of Alo Moto Leggings, a Ghost Town "You're So Creepy" T-shirt, along with a black pair of Ben Baller x Supra Skytops.

She turns her head ever so slightly to stare at the camera as it approaches her.

NINA STOKES: You know, I kinda’ like to think of wrestling as an artform. Each wrestler has a different style and different skill set. We as wrestlers use those skills and talent to produce the hottest of promos, and the best match that we, night in and night out.

Nina nods her head in affirmation.

NINA STOKES: Now, in accordance with that analogy, what does that make Veronica Taylor?

She places her hand on chin, as if she were really in thought. After a few seconds, she holds up her right index finger.

NINA STOKES: It would make her a struggling artist. Veronica, for the past few months you’ve given the fans bullshit night in and night out. And honestly, people would probably give you a pass―if it wasn’t the exact same bullshit every time. Every time you speak, you produce the same, tired lines: “basic,” “rat face,” “pretty,” “unpretty,” etc.

Nina let out a smirk.

NINA STOKES: You’re the Nas of Subversion―you make bum ass art, while resting on the laurels your “alleged hits” of the past.

She shakes her head.

NINA STOKES: Veronica, I get it doll. You’ve got this delusion that because you think you’re better looking than me, that you’re more valuable to this company. That’s complete and utter bullshit; but, you’re entitle to think what you want no matter how stupid it might be.

Nian shrugs her shoulders.

NINA STOKES: At the end of the day, none of that shit matters, Veronica. This isn’t a beauty pageant―this is professional wrestling. And, in case you didn’t know, Nina Stokes is the embodiment of professional wrestling―you can review tonight’s main event if you need more proof.

Another smirk comes to Nina’s lips.

NINA STOKES: Veronica, you want fight? You want a match at House of Pain? Well then, I gladly accept your offer. What fool would pass up the opportunity to embarrass you out there in the ring?

She takes a couple of steps closer.

NINA STOKES: Not me.

Nina stares at the camera for a moment; soon, she begins to laugh. She shakes her head and walks down the hallway as the camera fades out.
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The scene opens up with a fan recording himself and a friend after just watching SubVersion 8 at ringside.

TOMMY WHITESIDE: HELL YEAH MAN! HARD KNOX BABY! SAN DIEEGGOOOO! SHIT WAS SO LIT BRUH!!!

LONNY BLACKSIDE: Show was completely insane bro! Sorry I had to ditch you babe, but I couldn't miss this show!

As they pass by the mens bathroom a loud roar is heard inside. Everyone in the hall pauses and turns toward the bathroom.

TOMMY WHITESIDE: Whoa did you hear that?

A loud crash is heard this time. Out of no where a eVolve cameraman comes running down the hall and into the bathroom. Close behind him was Tristan Morris who was talking on the phone.

TRISTAN MORRIS: Yes sir Mr. Perello! I'm headed there now!

LONNY BLACKSIDE: BRO THAT WAS TRISTAN MORRIS!!! Let's check out what's going on!

The two fans run over following the two in others in the bathroom. Once they arrive in the bathroom they look around to see urinals destroyed with the water spraying or just flowing down onto the marble floor. The sinks were broken along with the mirror dented. And standing in front of an stall that wasn't actually dented to shit was Bigz Bronson standing there breathing hard while staring hard into the bathroom stall.

TOMMY WHITESIDE: Holy shit bruh.

The cameraman walks over to the stall and sees Alessio van Duran with his head inside the toiler knocked out cold.

TRISTAN MORRIS: Are you seeing this? Wait...You can't be--Yes sir. Sorry.

Tristan looks over to Bigz and takes a big gulp.

TRISTAN MORRIS: Uh hey...Um...Our general manager has just announced that at Lucifer Effect it will be you Bigz Bronson vs. Alessio van Druan in an first ever Bathroom Brawl in the biggest bathroom Staples Center has to offer!

Bigz doesn't say anything as he was still trying to catch his breath. He looks over to Tristan slowly.

BIGZ BRONSON: I'm flushin this niggraz life down the toilet yawl!!!!

LONNY BLACKSIDE: BRO HE SPOKE!!!!!

Now all three men (Bigz, Tristan and the cameraman) turn to see Tommy and Lonny standing there recording.

TRISTAN MORRIS: HEY!

TOMMY WHITESIDE: Shit! We're outta here!!!

The two boys take off running as the scene fades away.
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The scene fades in after show goes off air and eVolve’s Aftermath show kicks in. Emilio and his cousin Felix were seen headed down a hall in rage after hearing SubVersion General Manager Joseph Perello. Once they get to Perello’s door Felix was prepared to knock on the door but not Emilio. No, not Emilio as he went ahead and barged right in.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Perello?! The hell do you think you’re doing, huh?!

Felix follows his cousin’s lead.

FELIX VIALPANDO: You see with that puta madre did to my head?! I’m bleeding cabron!? I’M FUCKING BLEEDING?!

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You can’t do this to me breh. I’m the goddamn champion! I run this fucking show. Mother fuck, I AM The Show!

An emotionless Subversion general manager looks up at Emilio and then over at Felix. He scratches his forehead a bit and lets out a sigh, looking as if he was disappointed by what he was seeing.

JOEY PERELLO: What the hell happened to you? What the hell happened to that punk kid who stood on the frontline in the battle against the Reapers? What happened to the son of a bitch that was willing to legitimately break my back all for simple bragging rights?

Perello points at Feilx.

JOEY PERELLO: That guy? He would’ve never let this little shit right here do all his dirty work for him. Look at you…

Perello points over at Emilio and makes a ‘pff’ sound.

JOEY PERELLO: You flap your gums week after week -- well, nothing’s really changed there, but you used to back it up. Now it’s run and hide behind Felix. It’s find any and every shortcut possible to make sure you stay ahead. Hell, if we had a shenanigans olympics, you would be awarded a gold medal for your actions over these last several months.

Putting his arm down, Perello nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he leans back in his chair.

JOEY PERELLO: I don’t think you understand how annoying it actually is to have Felix constantly interfere in your affairs, Vialpando. Truthfully? You would probably never understand until you’re seated in position or if you’re on the opposite end of it. You may experience it one day, or you may not, but quite frankly? I’m sick of it. You’re the goddamn Global Champion. You’re the goddamn show, right?

Perello waits for an answer, but speaks up before Emilio gets anything out.

JOEY PERELLO: Well suck it up and start acting like it then.

Emilio takes his Global Championship off of his shoulders and slams it down on the desk ready to reply. Before he could though Felix steps up and speaks instead.

FELIX VIALPANDO: Aye you better watch your tone cabron. Mi primo es still that same man that went to war with you back in the day. He’s the same man who goes out there day in and day out and puts on the best show this company has ever seen! He’s the reason this “rebranding” even worked out. I mean…”Look at you”.

Felix points at Perello and cockily laughs.

FELIX VIALPANDO: Went from kicking ass y taking names to being a damn suit. Fuckin’ sell out.

Before Felix could even go on Emilio turns and looks to his cousin shaking his head. More so warning him not to say anything else and get on the general manager’s bad side. The Global Champion turns back towards Perello and picks up his championship belt back up from the desk.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Like my cousin said I’m still that same man. I’m not hiding behind anybody. Never have, “amigo”. It’s fine. I don’t need Felix to make sure I walk out of Staples Center with my belt. I just don’t see the reason why you had to threaten the possibility of me being strip of my title that I well earned.

He leans in a little.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: This is my championship, Perello. There’s no one in this company that is going to threaten me for it. No one. You understand me? I’m the person that’s had all these shows sold out the moment it was even announced we were coming to Cali. Hell, I’m the reason any fucking show in this place is sold out. I am The Show, Perello. And it’s been a long time since I haven’t acted like it.

Perello chuckles sarcastically, spinning himself on his chair from side to side.

JOEY PERELLO: Then go out there and prove it without your… primo, I believe.

Emilio and Perello have a bit of a stare off that would seem all too familiar to Hard Knox fans. Vialpando nods as he turns to exit the room. Felix looks as if he was ready to say something else before.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: C’mon Felix.

Felix groans and shakes his head. He follows his cousin out leaving Perello in the office. After the door closes and the scene begins to fade Perello is seen shaking his head.
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As the camera catches up to Jax Magnum in the back we see him flipping over a table, then another. Grabbing a chair he throws it down the hallway. He slumps over and takes a seat on the floor against the wall as he is literally foaming at the mouth while holding his head.

JAX MAGNUM: Ye did et Hunter, ye succeed. Ye embarrassed me, ye took from me yet again. I don’t even blame ye anymore. Et’s ta be expected but do ye tink this is going ta be. Ye tink after what ye did ta me tanight that this is somehow going ta end well fer ye?

Jax pauses shaking his head slowly.

JAX MAGNUM: That deathmatch is I could ever want. It’s everything I need ta prove my place in this company. And when I tear ye limb from limb I’m going ta make everyone that doubts me swallow their words, and I’ll make ye swallow yer teeth. I’m taking yer belt, I’m taking yer health, and I’m going ta embarrass ye Hunter. I fecking promise.

Jax sits up sighing heavily as he gets out his phone shaking the cobwebs loose from a vicious chair shot…

JAX MAGNUM: I’m done here.

Jax says before stomping off as he lets out a huge scream.
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Near the arena loading bay we find Elijah Black sitting cross-legged on top of a flight case, and as we find him he's examining the back of his hands for a moment - mainly because his knuckles have traces of Lucky's greasepaint smeared over them

ELIJAH BLACK: You know it's funny, it seems I can't go a single Hard Knox show without having my fists get coated with something that used to be on or in my opponents' face. I've had Viktor Volkoff's blood on my hands, I've had Fabiana Garcia's blood on my hands, and now...

Black shows the back of his hand to the camera to show the smeared greasepaint to camera

ELIJAH BLACK: ...now we say that today is the day the clown cried, and all because I pounded his goddamn face in. And for those of you keeping score, that's exactly what I said I would do when that cage door slammed shut. But you know what? Knocking out that clown...pun NOT intended, was that really enough for me? I mean, just because I could punch somebody to the point they are defenceless and need a referee to save their ass doesn't prove anything because I am a mere wrestler - so I decided, what the hell, may as well prove I can tap out 300lbs of chuckles while I'm there. And that's what I did.

Black takes a second to count on two of his fingers, before he continues

ELIJAH BLACK: To anyone else, that's more than enough proof that I am more than fit to hold the Lionheart Championship because I can meet whatever is thrown at me head-on and prove that name-checking members of the Gracie family means as much as being able to name all of the Kardashians when I'm the guy throwing the knockout blows. But to Fabiana Garcia...not so much, as she's so caught up in telling herself that I'm the devil incarnate for the Lionheart division she fails to see she's invoked a demon that will first consume her, and then it will destroy what is left.

Rather than giving a smug, cocky or knowing glance to camera, Black looks very, very serious as he says this

ELIJAH BLACK: You bet your ass I'll see you at the weigh-in, but you'd be wise not to place any bets on being seen in public for a while once Lucifer Effect is done, not because you're going to look like a fool who talked a big game but lost, but because people will have a hard time recognising you.

Having said his piece, Black uncrosses his legs and shifts his weight forward so he slides off of the flight case - before he walks away without saying another word
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The camera’s catch Former Global Champion Jason Mentez walking his way toward his locker room backstage after the show ended with Perello’s ruling after the brawl he had with Felix and Emilio Vialpando in the parking lot of the Valley View Casino Center. He twitches his neck left and right hearing the cracks of relief coming from it as he looks down at some of the boot prints along his exposed upper body. Adrenaline still running well through him he smirks a bit before reaching his door looking down at the camera crew that follows him.

JASON MENTEZ: It’s funny you know? How you become better at the chase than sustainin. I stand here, boot marks on my body, my face sore...and I couldn’t be happier. The cracks in the armor are showing. They are showing so well. The sneak attacks and constant attention the very night Emilio won the Global Championship his yapping dog has been there.

Jason nods looking left to right down the long hallway backstage.

JASON MENTEZ: Now, he is not. Tonite was mine to win. Everyone saw it. A well timed M-train is hard to pick up from but she did thanks to Felix and that’s fine. I’m not trippin off it. Big picture shit. Dats what I’m on. Perello’s new ruling was an honest win in itself. Good shit GM. It’s obvious the fear is there. All this attention and bullshit extra activity….come on I know I see it. These Romans see it but they are enjoying it, not seeing it for what it truly is. No matter where Emilio is there’s the doggie. Felix and Emilio, Emilio and Felix. Family first right?

Jason chuckles a little bit before shrugging.

JASON MENTEZ: It’s ok Emilio. The run you’ve been running away on. It’s getting shorter. The miles are decreasing. Eventually, you must come to the altar and when you do.

Jason nods at the camera before turning toward the locker room door opening it and walking in.

JASON MENTEZ: Jefe saves.

The door closes.
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