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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Mar 14 2016, 12:18 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the HKW superstars after WAR READY goes off the air only on Evolve! Watch as the action from WAR READY pews 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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| Brian Stryker | Mar 14 2016, 12:43 AM Post #2 |
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The stretcher carry Brian Stryker burst through the curtain. He is struggling greatly as several doctors and even Brooke Webber are yelling at him. Brian is adamant that he is fine enough to walk on his own two feet, the fact was that he barely could. They were all yelling at him that he should let the ambulance taking him to the hospital, which he flat out refused. Stryker: I am not gonna go back to a hospital where I can sit there and listen to people talk bad about me! Not again! Not after Darkness Falls! Brooke: Brian please just listen to them! They're trying to help! She's fighting back her own set of tears after watching her fiance and father to her child, almost kill himself in what she saw as a stupid match for no reason. She hated watching him fall off that ladder. She hated the bloody mess he was in. Stryker: Just patch me up here and send me on my way! I'll be fine! I gotta get back to work! I'm not letting this go! I want to win! Brooke grabs Stryker's face with both hands. She forced him to look at her, the tears forming in her eyes. Brooke: Brian please. I get it you are jazzed up on adrenaline. You're angry. You're upset. But please if you don't want to do this for yourself. Please do it for me. Do it for your son. One of these days you won't be able to keep doing this. But I want you to be able to still hold your son. I don't want to see you unable to play in the yard with him. I want you to be in his life fully. Please..........please...please. The tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably as she hugged Brian tightly, not caring about the blood. She was just scared her body was shaking violently. This caught Brian off guard but he quickly hugged the love of his life back as she sobbed into his shoulder. She was right. She always is. He nods to the doctors signaling he'll go without a struggle as they all sigh in relief. Brooke let's go of Brian, as he uses a towel to wipe some of his blood off her before giving her a kiss. Stryker: You have my word baby. He let's her go as he lays back on the stretcher as they load it up onto the ambulance to take him to a hospital. Edited by Brian Stryker, Mar 14 2016, 01:24 AM.
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| Shane Atwater | Mar 14 2016, 12:50 AM Post #3 |
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![]() The cameras pick back up mere moments after the live PPV feed has come to a close. The crowd is still roaring after the climactic moments of the main event, as new World Heavyweight Champion Shane Atwater is still sitting on his knees in the middle of the ring, “Coward” by Black Light Burns still tearing through the loudspeakers. Jack Warren has been helped out of the ringside area, clearly hurt after what happened in the final moments. Shane finally gets to his feet, face still covered in blood, drenched in sweat, still looking down at the World Championship in his hands before purposefully making his way over to Whisper Viperi and asking for the microphone, calling for a cut to the music soon after. The chants continue for a few moments as he stands there, trying to formulate the right words. Finally, he looks up, almost sheepishly. SHANE ATWATER: What’s up, Brooklyn? A huge eruption of cheers for that. Shane forces a smile through his exhaustion, looking down at the championship again before looking back up. SHANE ATWATER: You know...I’ve said a few times, since I came back, but it bears repeating. As much as I felt like leaving was the right thing to do...I missed this place. I missed being right here, in the thick of things….Performing at the highest level, in front of all of you. Hard Knox Wrestling...this is home to me. Another rush of positive reaction for that. SHANE ATWATER: I’m not much for the speeches, and all that shit. It’s been a long night...a long, bloody, painful night...And I promise, I won’t keep you much longer. I just...Since day one in this business for me, it’s been my goal to be World Champion. No matter what. And for years...I’ve worked...I’ve busted my ass, on multiple continents, to reach that goal...And it’s always been just out of my reach. Shane pauses momentarily. SHANE ATWATER: Til right now. Another explosion of cheers as Shane nods, waiting for them to die down before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: I came back here, to finish something. To put something to rest, that I didn’t start...But that didn’t have any intention of leaving me be, until I did something about it. That man, they just hauled out of here...has put me through Hell, for over a year. And now...Now, after everything, after 35 minutes of blood and sweat and pain...It’s over. Everything Jack Warren took from me...I took back with interest, right here tonight. With that, Shane holds up the World Championship, drawing another roar of cheers. From the crowd before he plants the belt back over his shoulder. SHANE ATWATER: It’s over. Finished. For good. But just because that’s over...doesn’t mean THIS is over. I’m finally here, at the top of the mountain, the place I’ve wanted to be for my entire career...For my entire LIFE….And believe me when I say, I have no intentions of coming down any time soon. Shane paces a moment, heading toward the hard camera as it comes in for a close-up on his blood stained and battered face. SHANE ATWATER: And I’ll say it right now. To each and every last one of you in that locker room. For every person who’s got eyes on this prize. I don’t care who you are. Top to bottom, every single man and woman on the Defiance roster….You want a shot at this? You want to try and kick me off the top of this mountain? I’m not hard to find. Tonight, I finished one war...and now I’m starting another. This right here, is proof positive that I am EVERYTHING I say I am. This right here, this sixteen pounds of leather and gold, is proof positive that I am the BEST professional in the world right now….and I intend to prove it, night in and night out, no matter who is standing across that ring from me. I have worked my entire life, to get right here, to this moment...And nobody...NOBODY...is going to take it from me without a fight. You want a shot? Like I said. I’m not hard to find. I’ll be here, every single week, no matter what, handing out reminders of two simple facts: I’m the HKW World Champion… Shane pauses again before speaking as concisely as possible. SHANE ATWATER: And EVERYBODY. TAPS. With that, Shane drops the microphone to an eruption of cheers as “Coward” hits over the loudspeakers again. He mounts the turnbuckles, holding up the World Championship and mouthing thanks to the capacity crowd as the cameras cut away. |
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| Felicity Banks | Mar 14 2016, 03:33 AM Post #4 |
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After receiving sixteen stitches on her forehead to close up one of her many battle wounds, Felicity Banks stumbled out of the trainers room door looking as if she were just involved in a horrific car accident. … or maybe just the brutal monster of a match that is war games. Her face was pale, her eyes almost closed all the way as she continued down the hall, pressing her shoulder against the wall to keep herself up. Once Felicity reached the end of the hallway, she nearly fell to the floor once she ran out of wall, but landed right in the arms of Defiance interviewer, Eli Zayn. ELI ZAYN: Holy smokes, Fel! Should you even be walking right now!? The No Limits champion glared up at Eli, slouched down into his chest with her legs sprawled out in front of her. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t know, but my legs feel like jello. You think they have wheelchairs around here somewhere? Beginning to struggle, the weak Eli Zayn tried to pull Felicity back up, but her legs gave out and back she went into Eli's arms. ELI ZAYN: Fel… I’m not that strong a guy, okay? I can’t hold you up like this for long! FELICITY BANKS: Just let me sit on the floor then and go get me a wheelchair, peasant! I seriously can’t and don’t feel like walking at all right now! Luckily for both Felicity and Eli, HKW head physician Toby Galloway came running down the hallway, pushing a wheelchair toward the struggling duo. Once close enough, Toby slid the wheelchair underneath Felicity’s backside and Eli sat her down on it, getting a smile from the No Limits champion. FELICITY BANKS: Ah, see? Now was that so hard? Eli glanced down at his suit to make sure Felicity didn’t get any blood on it while Galloway shook his head and walked back toward the trainers room. Felicity looked up and down the hallway and noticed that Doctor Galloway was already gone, while Eli Zayn was getting ready to make his leave. FELICITY BANKS: Hey, hold on! Where are you people going!? Who’s going to push my wheelchair!? Eli spun around and stared Felicity dead in her eyes. ELI ZAYN: I am not pushing your wheelchair anywhere. My job is to interview people backstage, sweetcheeks. I’m not some --- Not letting him finish, Felicity rolled her wheelchair forward and stopped right on Eli’s foot with the wheel! Eli grimaced in pain, his face turning redder and redder as Felicity pressed all of her weight down on his foot. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t ask you for much, do I, Eli? Nope. I also always give you an interview whenever you need one, correct? She reached up and pushed down on Eli’s head to make him nod. FELICITY BANKS: So, I’m going to ask you again… could you please push me to my locker room? I’d appreciate it greatly. ELI ZAYN: Yes, Fel! Sure, Fel! Just get this damn thing off my foot! Pleased with Eli’s words, Felicity spun her wheelchair back and off of Eli’s foot, bringing a look of pure relief to the Defiance interviewer’s face. He whispered “owwww, my foot” under his breath, and limped behind Felicity’s wheelchair to push her. FELICITY BANKS: See? This could’ve all been avoided if you would’ve just been a nice guy and done me this one favor. But instead you had to be a peasant and I had to teach you a lesson. Eli looked ready to knock Felicity upside the head, but decided against it and pushed her wheelchair down the hallway. It remained quiet between the two until Zayn received a text message and came to an immediate stop to grab his phone out of his pocket. FELICITY BANKS: Who told you you were allowed to stop, Eli? I have things to do, puppies to feed, and painkillers to take! Felicity shut right up and nervously bit down on her lip, hoping that the people watching knew she was only joking about the pain killers… or was she? ELI ZAYN: I’m working right now, Fel. My phone is part of my job. Eli rolled his eyes and ignored Felicity until he got to his text messages. Once he read the message he received, Eli looked over at Felicity with a smirk and covered his mouth with his freehand. ELI ZAYN: Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I just got an inside scoop! There’s going to be a title match at Defiance! A No Limits title match! Getting Felicity’s attention, the No Limits champion struggled up to her feet and tried to see just who was texting Eli and who her opponent would be. FELICITY BANKS: Are you not gonna tell me who I’m facing, or do I need you to push me to Romeo’s office instead? Eli shook his head and moved his hand as if he were gesturing for Felicity to settle down. ELI ZAYN: It’s against the Godfather of House of Dyspathy… Rhys Baines. As random as the name seemed, the No Limits champion didn’t appear at all surprised. Showing no emotion, Fel simply shrugged her shoulders and winked. FELICITY BANKS: As a wise man once said… no fucking problem. Felicity spun around, sat back down in the wheelchair, and pointed forward. FELICITY BANKS: Now… to my locker room, Eli! Oh, you’re gonna have to wait outside so you could wheelchair me to my driver outside, kay? Felicity looked up at Eli and shot him a thumbs up. FELICITY BANKS: Kay. Eli rolled his eyes and put his hands on the wheelchair, pushing Felicity back toward her locker room as the War Ready camera team went to find another broken down body backstage. Edited by Felicity Banks, Mar 14 2016, 03:43 AM.
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| Nicole Hamilton | Mar 14 2016, 08:08 AM Post #5 |
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The scene opens up showing a bloody Nicole Hamilton backstage laying down getting stitched up by medics. She is seen rolling and whimpering, shaking her hands to keep the officials away from her. NICOLE HAMILTON:STOP IT! STOP STITCHING ME UP AND CHECK MY BABY! She's hurt!! She's bleeding! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE SHE NEEDS YOUR HELP!! As Nicole cries out, a knock at the door is heard and a soft voice yells at her. ASHLEY HAMILTON:Nicole.. It's me.. Ashley.. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I head out.. Nicole’s look of concern turns to immediate anger as she turns her head with a scowl on her face looking at the door yelling out. NICOLE HAMILTON:I hope you brought your knee pads, bitch. You have a lot of apologizing to do! With that being said, Ashley storms in before shaking her head at her sister. With her large eyes looking worried, Nicole scoffs eyeing her sister. NICOLE HAMILTON:Well get to it, beg me to forgive you for not being there. Ashley looks confused before shaking her head. ASHLEY HAMILTON:Beg? Not being there? I gave up my weekend to come here and support you! I have a lot of shit going on but I tried to fake a smile to come out here and be the ONLY person in this arena cheering you on! And you're going to ask me to beg you for forgiveness on something you did? YOU lost by YOUR own doing. Nikki I keep telling you drop that stupid trinket and move on! You let it get the better of you and you lost! You're going to do the same stupid stuff with the AIR tag team belts! That replica is destroying your sanity! Or.. What's left of it.. Nicole's eyes fill with fury as she listens to her sister. She tries to lunge up to strike her, but the medics keep her down trying to calm her down. Nicole shakes her head, letting out a simple laugh.. NICOLE HAMILTON:You honestly think your petty shit you're dealing with matters? FAMILY matters. You weren't there. YOU SAT WITH PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS AND YOU WATCHED AS THEY LAUGHED AT ME AND WATCH AS SALEM TRIED TO HURT YOUR SISTER AND YOUR NIECE! You fully support CHILD ABUSE and tonight proves it! No wonder why you won't get our cousin Lilly to stay with you.. auntie sees right through you. She sees every flaw you have that you like to shrug off! Ashley's eyes start to water up before she shakes her head and looks at her. ASHLEY HAMILTON:I don't need to hear this.. I was there for you and your entire act! I supported you when people made fun of you! And what else? I'm probably the only person who has your best interest at heart! You're insane Nicole… YOU NEED HELP. Professional help. As Ashley shouts, she turns herself away walking out of the room. Nicole shakes her head, before shouting back. NICOLE HAMILTON:COME BACK HERE! I CREATED YOU I CAN DESTROY YOU JUST AS QUICKLY! ASSSHHHLEYYY! As the cameras follow Ashley out, she bumps into HKW psychiatrist, Bailey Anderson. Bailey notices the look on Ashley's face, before stopping in her tracks. DR. ANDERSON:: Woa.. Are you okay? ASHLEY HAMILTON:Yeah, I'm fine. I've got to go...hey wait.. Ashley looks up and tilts her head. ASHLEY HAMILTON:You're that new chick.. That company shrink person they hired, right? DR. ANDERSON:: Dr. Bailey Anderson. Nice to meet you.. Ashley holds out her hand smiling a little. ASHLEY HAMILTON:Ashley, Hamilton. You're.. Kind of the perfect person to run into right now.. Let's say there's this person.. Who is entirely incapable of acting normal and sane.. But you know there's something wrong with her… And you're worried she's going to hurt people.. Bailey nods, looking concerned before stopping Ashley. DR. ANDERSON:: If you care about this person.. You'd get them the help they need quickly before it's too late. But.. I kind of think I know where you're going with this.. Hamilton? Nicole Hamilton’s little sister? I've had my eye on her for a while.. And after tonight.. I think my decision to talk to her is pretty clear. She's at a very fragile state right now, and needs all the help she can get… Even if that means going away for a little while… Understand? It's nothing malicious Ashley.. It's all to help her deal with whatever she's going through. Ashley quietly nods, before looking up. ASHLEY HAMILTON:Going away? Bailey sighs, before pulling out a note. DR. ANDERSON:: I've said a lot, but it's best I discuss this with Nicole. I appreciate your concern for her but you've done all you could.. Now it's time for me to step in. I'm leaving her this note so she looks it over and we can discuss appointments and options. Ashley nods again before walking slowly. ASHLEY HAMILTON:Good luck.. She won't be happy about this.. But that's your problem, Doc.. Ashley says before leaving the scene, leaving Bailey to drop the note off on the door hanging box, biting her lip with a smile, hearing Nicole scream out again causing the smile to fade. NICOLE HAMILTON:SOMEBODY CHECK ON MY BABY! Fade out. |
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| Nina Stokes | Mar 14 2016, 11:38 AM Post #6 |
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The camera fades in. However, we can’t see anything. For whatever reason, the screen is pitch black. After a few moments, a voice begins speaking. SCARLET FLINT: The creation of Sine Mora was Hard Knux Wrestling’s worst nightmare. On one side of the coin, you got Artemis Kaiser. Violence and brutality are all the chica knows; it’s her calling card―it’s what makes her a Kaiser. And then of course, you’ve got that bitch Scarlet Flint. Just as violent as Artemis, and just as brutal to boot. However, at least Ms. Kaiser has a high sense of respect for the Business, if ya’ will. Scarlito tho’? That bitch can’t be bothered to give two fucks. A click is heard as small orange flame from a Zippo lighter appears in the middle of the screen. We can see Scarlet’s shallow outline in the background. Her face is pretty much expressionless at the moment. Scarlet flicks button, and the screen is black once more. SCARLET FLINT: Early on in one of these promos, a bitch talked about fear and why it’s so crippling. Fear is weakness. Predators like me and Arty can sense that fear―it makes us strike faster, it makes us lash out even harder. HKW wrestlers are smart...or shit, at least yall claim to be. Yall think yall would get the concept. However it seems lost on some of yall. Another flick, and the flame reappears. This time, there is a scowl on Scarlet’s face. However, it disappears when the flame goes out. SCARLET FLINT: Kyo and Adam Adonis, you fear Sine Mora, don’t you? Even Ray Charles could see that. If you didn’t, then you would have just stepped up and approached us. We aint the type to deny an ass whooping. If that’s what yall wanted, you coulda’ just asked. Instead, yall decided to use failed Great Value Metal Gear stealth tactics. You bitches should be ashamed of yourselves. The flame once more. The dull light accentuates a wicked smirk on Scarlet’s face before it is blown out. SCARLET FLINT: Sine Mora’s goal has always been from the beginning―kick ass and capture those tag team belts. Sure, they are greedy and selfish goals. However, if a tag team doesn’t strive for those things, then why they fuck are they employed here, ya’ feel me. The difference between Sine Mora and other bitches is that we got the skills to fulfill our ambitions. Beer Beer Ayano and Jimmy Page will fall, that much is certain. In fact, that fall shoulda’ happened here at War Ready. But, Kyo and Adam, yall held that up. Kyo, tonight, we should have killed yo’ ass―your pain and suffering was suffice though. But, aint gonna’ end there. Whatever beating we were gonna’ get you just got increased ten fold; you know, kinda’ like police beat ya’ extra hard when you make em’ chase after you. We gonna’ leave you two drowning in a pool of ya’ own blood. That flame flickers for the last time. Artemis’ face can be seen, covered in blood. ARTEMIS KAISER: However, your deaths will not be quick; they will be slow, deliberate, agonising. There will not be any mercy, not for you two...or for any team that tries to cross Sine Mora. But first, we will right the wrongs you’ve caused and decimate Ayano and Page The video ends as the camera fades out. |
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| Lance Winters | Mar 15 2016, 02:21 AM Post #7 |
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As the scene fades back in the Reapers In Pride members are seen partying and celebrating their victories at tonight’s War Ready pay per view at a local charter’s bar in Brooklyn, New York. Odyn Davel Balou III was seen dancing with Volkov chugging away at a bottle of Budweiser. Reaper Road Captain Chance Frost told the band that was playing to cut it out after he took the microphone. The people in the bar looked over to Chance noticing he had his cut back on as he has earned his spot back into the club. He looks around to his fellow members and smirks. CHANCE FROST: Alright listen up! Tonight was...Well tonight was fucking perfect. I stand here with you. My brother and sisters. I stand here with you proud to be going to war with every single one of you because I know all of you cold hearted fucks are willing to die for me and me for you. Tonight proved that Reapers In Pride are nothing to be fucked with. You either get down or get laid down. It’s pretty fucking simple. Frost looks around the crowd and points to ODB3. CHANCE FROST: You! Get your ass up here right now! The Reapers turn to look at Odyn the only non-member in the room. CHANCE FROST: The Prez wants to talk to you. Lance Winters slowly creeps onto the stage while holding a mug full of beer. He chugs it down for a moment and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: WHERE ARE YA?! C’mon ODYN! Obviously drunk, Balou stumbles toward the stage and staggers onto it. He looks around at everyone inside the bar as he steps toward Lance, and then grabs the first beer he sees on the nearest table. ODBIII: Ok. If you are go to ask who left naked stripper in bathroom with rock cocaine in nose is not me, ok? Winters couldn’t help but burst into laughter that even brought a tear to his eye. He wipes away the tear and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: NO no no NO. THAT IS SOMETHING that I do not care about well...Maybe Jerry over there might BUT NOT ME BUDDY. He chuckles as he sees Jerry charging towards the bathroom. Winters then looks over to Shelton and gives him a nod. Shelton walks off somewhere as Lance continues to speak. LANCE WINTERS: ODYN MY FRIEND, lately you have been hanging out the club. BRINGING IN SOME GOOD OL laughs and what not. Giving some of US ANOTHER GLIMPSE of our friendly ol’ Red Wolf over there. Hell YOU EVEN GOT YOUR HANDS a little dirty while you was hanging with us. Winters nudges his arm and chuckles. LANCE WINTERS: NOT THAT it was your first time GETTING THEM DIRTY OR ANYTHING, right? HAHAHAHA! Because if it was YOU COULD’VE FOOLED ME. ANYWAYS. Couple weeks ago a buddy of OURS PITCHED ME an idea. AN IDEA THAT I had to think long and hard with. And after some discussion with THE VP and Chance over there plus a few OTHERS… Shelton came back into the room and stepped onto the stage with the three other men. LANCE WINTERS: We think it is safe to say that YOU have proven yourself A FRIEND and a server of OL’ GRIM. So tonight...Tonight my friend I AND THE REST OF my brother and sisters would LIKE TO WELCOME YOU to the club. THE FAMILY THAT be the children of GRIM. He nods towards Shelton who held out a RIP Prospect cut with Odyn’s initials on them. LANCE WINTERS: I WANT TO WELCOME YOU into the world RENOWN CLUB...Reapers In Pride. That is if you accept all that comes with it, son. Odyn’s eyes go wide as Shelton held out the prospect cut. A smile begins to form on his face as he sets his beer down on the floor and reaches out of grab the cut. ODBIII: OH SHIT. The Lionheart fighter starts jumping up and down in a drunken as he looks over at Volkov and flaps the cut up and down. ODBIII: OH SHIIIIIIIT! Not wasting any more time, Balou straps the cut around his shoulders, turns back toward Lance and salutes him with his right hand. He tries to keep a straight a face, but the young adult could barely keep his composure as he bursts out into laughter. ODBIII: THIS SHIT IS BETTER THAN DAY I BECOME PROJECT CONTAMINATION. THIS IS LIKE DAY I COME TO AMERICA! OH SHIT… Balou throws his hand over his chest, acting as if he were having palpitations. ODBIII: This is good day. This is very good day. I am happy to be RIP prostate and I am promise I go to continue beat mother fucker up today and tomorrow if they get in Reap way. This is no problem for me, and we are soon to take out House of Dys fucking shit out of HKW for good. Odyn reaches down to the floor to pick up his beer bottle and holds up high in the air to make a cheers. ODBIII: TO NEW FRIENDS AND MAKE THE FIGHT TO REMOVE SHIT FROM COMPANY WE ARE RUN. HEEP HEEP … EVERYONE ELSE: HOORAY! All of the members chug whatever drink they were having and the Lance pats Odyn on the back. He looks back to the band and gives them a nod to go back to playing. All the men step off the stage as Lance walks back to a booth with Chance following behind. The two men sit down and a waitress brings over another pint for the two. LANCE WINTERS: Thanks darling. SNOWMAN I think that kid is gonna be alright. Chance looks out to the crowd and over to the joyus new member of the club. CHANCE FROST: Yeah. Has a lot more heart than those failures from the past did, that’s for sure. Frost looks back towards Lance and sighs. CHANCE FROST: Look I been meaning to thank y-- LANCE WINTERS: Chance. Don’t. I did what I had to do to wake you the fuck up. You have. And you’ve shown that you’re still in this. I know you love this club. Me and you? We were bred into this club. Hell we might of even came out the damn womb wearing this damn cuts. OUR father’s would be proud. Frost nods. CHANCE FROST: I just want you to know that it won’t happen again. You have my word, brother. LANCE WINTERS: I know it won’t. Because if it does you’ll be having a long vacation with Grim. ANYWAYS, you hear bout my son yet? Frost shakes his head. CHANCE FROST: Tim told me Luke’s still at the hospital. Something about his cousin throwing some sort of party or whatever with a bunch of strippers and what not. Winters grins and nods. LANCE WINTERS: Good. You tell em I wanna see him pronto. We got business to discuss. I GOT PLANS, SNOWMAN. I’ve got plans. And tonight was just the fucking beginning. The entrance door opens and several members greet the person who came in. He is greeted all the way to the point until he reaches the booth where Lance was sitting. Lance and Chance look up to see none other than the VP himself, Joseph Perello. LANCE WINTERS: JOEY! Lance stands up to give him a hug. LANCE WINTERS: How’s it going brother? ONYX LET YOU OUT?! Where is she anyways huh? SHE CAN’T STAY COOPED UP in that house for long damnit. Perello hugs Lance back with one arm and gives a head nod to the rest of the club members. He sees Odyn wearing his new RIP cut and shoots him a thumbs up before he shifts his attention to Lance. JOEY PERELLO: Have you ever dealt with a pregnant woman? One minute she wants me around, the next she’s angry. After that she wants to go out, but ten minutes later she wants to cuddle and watch Netflix. Perello lets out a sigh, showing that he was still getting used to the pregnant wife thing. JOEY PERELLO: It’s something like I’ve never seen before. Those mood swings they talk about? They’re not fictional. Perello pulls his Yankees cap off of his head and tosses it onto the table in front of him. JOEY PERELLO: But enough of that. There’s someone here that wants to have a word with all of you. He’s strictly here on a business matter and nothing more. Is it alright if he comes in? Lance sits back down and gives him a nod. LANCE WINTERS: Sure. We were just talking business in fact actually. Perello steps to the side after Winters gives him the okay. Out from behind Perello, Romeo Price steps up to the the booth and looks at both men sitting there with a blank stare. ROMEO PRICE: Gentlemen… LANCE WINTERS: ROMEO, what a pleasant surprise. HEAVENS, did WE DO SOMETHING WRONG? WHY SO SERIOUS, Romeo? Romeo doesn’t quite acknowledge Winters’ comments as he simply shakes his head. ROMEO PRICE: No not at all. Well...What you did to Mr. Daniels was a bit unnecessary and a bit much but, that is none of my concern at this moment. Winters chuckles. LANCE WINTERS: Xavier got WHAT WAS COMING TO HIM, Price. Let me remind you of that. HE HAD IT COMING. ROMEO PRICE: Be that it may, it is not my concern at this very moment Mr. Winters. Lance looks over to Joseph wondering why he brother the Defiance General Manager in here and then back Romeo. He takes a sip of beer and shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: Then OUT WITH IT Romeo. What is it? ROMEO PRICE: I’ve came to offer your boys an opportunity to secure a chance at the HKW World Tag Team Championships. As you may know our brand’s current tag team division is lacking that umph that I’ve been searching for. Well...I you and Mr. Daniels did an exceptional job of course but I need more. I want and need serious competitors Mr. Winters. And I need them as soon as I can get them in any size, shape or form. This is why I asked Mr. Perello if he could give me a moment to speak with you about this matter. Romeo looks behind him at the group. ROMEO PRICE: After tonight’s actions it would seem you have more than enough men to spare for this if not yourself and another member of your organization… Lance looks out to the club members as Romeo does and smirks. LANCE WINTERS: You know PRICE I may just have just the guys who can do this. BUT LET ME SPEAK WITH THEM FIRST and I’ll get back to ya on it, yeah? Tonight is about A CELEBRATION. We had us a great night tonight wouldn’t YOU SAY? Romeo looks back at Winters. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….Very well. Don’t keep me waiting Mr. Winters. You will not be the only person I will be talking to about this to tonight. Good evening gentlemen… He turns to walk away but stops to look at Perello. ROMEO PRICE: Joey, I’ll talk to you later. Give Onyx my best wishes, will you? Romeo walks away and out of the club as the men watch him leave. LANCE WINTERS: SMUG son of a bitch. I DON’T SEE HOW YOU’RE even friends with him, Joey. CHANCE FROST: But he did just give us a bit of good news with that opportunity Prez. I don’t think that is an opportunity we can ignore. Lance nods as he agrees. LANCE WINTERS: Alright. I want you to find yourself a partner. And we’ll go on from there. ALRIGHT ENOUGH OF THE wrestling talk. Let’s talk real business. Perello sits down with the two as the scene then begins to fade away. |
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| Fran | Mar 16 2016, 01:46 AM Post #8 |
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The current HKW No Limits Champion - Felicity Banks - had been rested on a wheelchair in the backstage area following the hellacious, career altering War Games match that had just taken place. Banks sat with her No Limits Championship belt sitting comfortably on her lab. Of all the championships HKW had to offer it was the No Limits Championship the wrestler’s championship that truly sat synonymous with the name Felicity Banks who prided herself on having the match of the night every night. FELICITY BANKS: Think I’m gonna die… Following those words Felicity noticed a near zombified version of her former best friend, Fran, limping down the hallway towards her - carrying a pink nike backpack (present from Emilio). It was only normal that Fel expected the worst of this situation. The two had dragged each other to hell and back, and a lot of people knew they lost at least a few years of their careers through putting on the absolute classics they put on at Destiny, House of Pain, and tonight. FELICITY BANKS: I will seriously run you over with this wheelchair if you try ANYTHING at all! The Fleexican shook her head. For the first time in Fran’s career it seemed as if she didn’t have any drive at all. Fran’s ring gear was still all bloodied, she had fresh stitches in her head. FRANCESCA: Nah, I’m tired. The Fleexican explained to The Supreme as she sat on the crate next to Felicity’s wheechair. FRANCESCA: My body can’t take no more of this, Fel Fel. I know yours can’t either, yawl. My mind can’t take no more of this either. I been pretendin’ to be happy but I ain’t happy doin’ this anymore. A piece of me been missin’ for a long while, bruh. Stunned by Fran’s words, Felicity pushed her wheelchair back and cocked her head slightly to one side while raising an eyebrow. FELICITY BANKS: Wut? The Crowned Royalty Champion opened her pink backpack. She then pulled out the solid gold (yes HKW spent hella bread on it) 2015 Crowned Royalty Crown. Fran held it in her hand for a good minute. She then pulled out a second object which read ‘2014 Knoxer: Miracle on the Mic.” FRANCESCA: I ain’t neva been good with words, unless they Spanish. But shit, Fel Fel. I ain’t book smart, but I rememba feelin’ whole when yawl gave me this Knoxer. Back then I was new n’ shit, people ain’t believe in me. They ain’t believe I was finna last a month when I came back n’ this was my endorsement from ya. Next month I been wrestlin’ for two years now n’ it woulda neva happened if I ain’t feel whole that night at the awards show. So…. She handed the 2015 Crowned Royalty Crown to Felicity, who seemed a bit taken back by it. Fran didn’t say it directly, but giving Felicity the crown was coming full circle. It was Fran’s endorsement to Felicity. An endorsement that she was still the measuring stick of Hard Knox Wrestling. The Queen. And it was quite possibly a subtle plea for forgiveness… Fran hopped up off the crate before she could be questioned about it or denied, she then made her way off quickly. Felicity simply gazed at the crown for a solid five seconds before she looked up and saw Fran hobbling away. |
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| Ashley Sullivan | Mar 17 2016, 04:45 AM Post #9 |
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The blood had been wiped and cleaned away from Ashley's face as she sat in her dressing room looking down at her phone. The medical technician was more focused on her back now, particularly pulling out the silver tacs that covered her back. Some had fallen out as she walked away from the ring to the back but most still pierced her skin, causing an incredible amount of pain whenever she moved. Her hair was still soaked with her own blood though, made worse by the heat of the table set on fire almost caking it thickly to her head. She tried to be as silent as possible, only cringing with the removal of each individual tac, as she scrolled a thumb painted red across her phone. There were a bunch of texts from Angelo worried sick about her, wondering if she was ok. She smiled, finding it sweet that he was that concerned for her. What she really wanted to see though was the reaction of people to the match she had just fought with Stryker. "Insane" it was called. "The Bloodlust division has finally arrived!" She could have told people that months ago at Destiny after the war she had with Salem, Nicole... and Leifi. But to have it come from others, from casual fans to the die hards, it gave her a feeling of validation, that it was all worth it. All of the blood she and Stryker had just spilled, it was all worth it. Looking down, her eyes caught for the first time that the bottoms of her shoes were covered in the tacs as well. She laughed softly to herself, immediately regretted it with the pain in her back. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Well shit, it's a good thing I don't wrestle barefoot. ELI ZAYN: Woah I'm sorry, Ashley. I can come back. She looked up to see Eli Zayn about to walk through the door but holding up a hand to his face to look away at her, ashamed to see her right then as she only had a bra on covering her chest. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Don't worry about, Eli. I looked a hell of a lot worse off before. ELI ZAYN: You should probably go to the hospital. Pretty much everyone involved in tonight's matches is already there or on their way. I just helped Felicity out to her car. MEDICAL TECHNICIAN: I'm going to say that you need to. You did lose a lot of blood tonight. Ashley looked away for a moment, not wanting to admit that she could not walk away from tonight without a stay at the hospital but it was probably for the best. Putting away her phone, she reached over for her Bloodlust title belt. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Fine. Can someone just get my stuff for me? ELI ZAYN: You're not going to make you push you along in a wheelchair like Felicity are you? Ashley stood up shakily feeling like her legs were about to give out on her but they held firm. Holding the Bloodlust title belt over her shoulder, she stood there for a moment proud of herself after what she had done that night. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I can walk. |
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