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| Riskodamous | Apr 4 2016, 09:19 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Liverpool, England Venue: The Echo Arena Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLIV poster! ![]() |
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| Riskodamous | Apr 4 2016, 09:24 PM Post #2 |
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Red Flag by Billy Talent plays as the crowd starts cheering as Brian Stryker walks out from the back. His body still showing the signs of the war he went through with Ashley Sullivan at War Ready. He walks down to the ring, sliding under the ropes as he looks out to the crowd for a moment before asking for a microphone. BRIAN MASON: I wonder what Stryker is gonna say. He can’t be feeling to happy right now about the outcome of War Ready. RANDT THE PILOTt: Who cares? He lost. JERMAINE MARKS: Damn fool was bleeding all over the place. BRIAN STRYKER: At War Ready you all saw exactly what you wanted to see. Two competitors go to war. The blood that was spilt in this ring by both me and Ashley Sullivan should be a testament to not only what the Bloodlust title is about, but what the two of us are willing to put our bodies through in the pursuit of being the best. It was the bloodiest match I have ever had to date. The sheer fact either one of us walked out of this ring should be classified as a miracle. He stops for a moment as he looks down at the ring mat, picturing the blood that coated it. BRIAN STRYKER: I can’t say for Ashley but I don’t think my body will ever be the same. You can’t go through a massacre like that and not have new scars. We wanted to end each other. We wanted to leave the other a bloody heap unable to move. Well neither of us succeeded in that. Ashley may have beaten me but I know I could have won that match. If I wasn’t so focused on putting her through the worst pain of her life. I will not let that mistake happen again. Ashley, if there’s one thing that did work in my favor at War Ready, it was that you can’t stop me. No matter what you do, I am always gonna get back up. A 20 foot fall off a ladder into barbed wire and concrete couldn’t stop me. The medics may have pleaded to take me to the hospital but I wasn’t gonna let them. I was NOT gonna get stretched out of this fucking building. So what did I do? I got back up and continued to show you why I am goddamn unkillable. We are not done Ashley. Not by a long shot. When we DO face up again and this is a guarantee. I will beat you. I will beat you in the center of this ring. I’m not gonna focus on kicking you with barbed wire or using fire or thumb tacks. No I will have one goal in mind. That is pinning you to the mat. Welcome to my Crusade Ashley Sullivan. War Ready was just the battle and I’m gonna win this war! You may have walked away the champion still, but there is no denying I got in your head. “House of 1,000 Corpses” By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the fans erupt in massive boos. Out walks Nicole Hamilton, smiling and smirking as she twirls around the ramp, rubbing her hands on her “baby”, the old Bloodlust Championship. She smiles widely as she walks down the ramp, not paying much attention to the fans, but only on Stryker. She shakes her head, sliding herself inside the ring demanding a microphone. She cackles into the mic, before walking closer to him. NICOLE HAMILTON: Brian...Brian...Brian...just do us all a favor….and shut the fuck up already! Nicole spits out, shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: You honestly think anyone gives a flying fuck about you? About what you did or what you’ve been through? About you wanting another shot at the Bloodlust belt? Nobody cares about you. Nobody likes you. You are nothing more than a waste of space in this company. You’re taking up space here and preventing someone else from actually doing something great. You failed MISERABLY at War Ready. Nicole chuckles, before shrugging her shoulders. NICOLE HAMILTON: The difference between you and I? I didn’t lose. I proved how dedicated I am to Bloodlust and everything it stands for. I SACRIFICED my match with Salem to PROTECT and DEFEND my baby and it’s family! Unlike you...I didn’t let it die. She smirks, tilting her head licking her lips. NICOLE HAMILTON: That’s more than you or Ashley will EVER do. NEITHER of you belong in this division,. Salem doesn’t belong here. JUST ME. I’ve sacrificed EVERYTHING for this since day ONE. You don’t even know the MEANING of Bloodlust like I do! She shouts at him, before rubbing her baby again. NICOLE HAMILTON: My baby is getting her sister back. She’s getting her family back and I’m going to be the one to help do that. You? You aren’t important here and as far as I am concerned...you will NEVER see the Bloodlust championship as long as I can help it. You’re done here, Stryker…. She smirks, before looking deep into his eyes. NICOLE HAMILTON: Not like you’ve ever really began here to start with...but you’re done… She says with a sadistic smirk. Brian stops and laughs a bit as he looks over at Nicole. BRIAN STRYKER: You know Nicole, I did fail at War Ready. Not gonna deny that. But this whole spiel you have going? I’m not buying into it. You don’t scare me. You never will. You can have the creep Rob Zombie theme. You can have the Harley Quinn at the end of Arkham City breakdown. You can walk around with this old belt all you want. He violently jabs the old Bloodlust title, making sure to unbalance her. BRIAN STRYKER: Cause at the end of the day, you are the one that’s done. Your obsession is gonna be your downfall. If I have to send your head back to the psych ward in a box I will. I’m just getting started. And I’m gonna start by kicking the sanity back in your thick skull. “Crash” by Fit For Rivals starts playing and immediately takes Hamilton’s and Stryker’s attention is immediately drawn away from each other to the entrance. They don’t have to wait long before Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan comes out with a microphone in hand. She looks amused, a smile on her face, as she stands at the top of the ramp for a moment. Lifting the microphone to her mouth as if she was about to speak, but she shakes her head and starts to walk down the ramp with the Bloodlust Championship title belt in her other hand. Once at ringside, she climbs the ringsteps and then the turnbuckle from the outside to stand perched on atop the corner. Staying there, she holds the Bloodlust title up as she stares intently at Hamilton and Stryker before hopping down into the ring. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You both really are crazy aren’t you? Nicole, this just isn’t an act is it? I mean you know what comes with getting in the ring with me for this? If I recall, I had you tapping the time you got a one on one shot at it. You went on to find out that the hell can get even worse at Destiny. You saw what happened to him at War Ready, unless you were in the back unconscious after Salem beat the hell out of you earlier. And you still want to keep chasing after it? Face it, Nicole, you might as well be happy with your fake baby. It’s about as real as Riley and Brandon’s from a few years ago. But in your head, it’s as real I’m standing here. Ashley looks over at Stryker with a questioning look. Ashley Sullivan: I would say as real as you’re standing here but I haven’t seen proof that you really are standing on your own two feet. Maybe you finally got that demented foot amputated and it’s all wood there now. Randy over there can start calling you “Peg Leg” Stryker. Four weeks, Brian. That’s what you’ve had four weeks, almost a month, to recover from War Ready. After that Barbed Wire Massacre where we took the Bloodlust division to a whole new level of crazy. After we were done and I walked away still the champ, you looked like you were stitched up like Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas. And you still want to come back for more? I know you’re a good guy, you got a family and I’m not a bitch like Psycho Bitch over here. So I’ll say this, in all honesty, walk away. Think of you family and do something that isn’t risking your life each and every time you get into it. I hear the Hybrid title over on Subversion is a real cream buff division now with Magnum having the belt. It’s the wrestling equivalent of a nice cushy desk job, and you’ll be all the healthier for it. Think about it. Looking back and forth at Hamilton and Stryker, Ashley thinks for a moment before finally settling on what to do. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: But if you’re so dead set on chasing the Bloodlust dream, I’ll take you both on. Illusions, all three of us and I’ll put both of you crazies down at the same time. Ashley’s music plays as she stands at the top of the ramp smirking at the two down in the ring. Nicole glares at Brian and Ashley before rolling out of the ring, gently stroking her belt cooing it softly. Brian turns his attention to Ashley as he kicks his shoe off showing his bare foot, mouthing the words “I’m still real baby.” As he mouths more words to Ashley then to Nicole as the camera fades out. ![]() [PREVIOUSLY RECORDED] The scene fades in as it shows Luke Wisia step through the doors of the RIP headquarters, but he looks around and doesn’t see a soul around the bar. Wisia’s confused face scrunches up as he raises an eyebrow and looks around for any sign of life. LUKE WISIA: YOOOOO! THE UNHOLY ONE IS IN THE HOUSE! WHERE YOU AT VIKTOR? PERELLO? LANCE? There’s no answer as he walks over to the fridge and takes out a beer, popping off the top, and downing half of it in just a few gulps. Luke rubs his stomach with a look of satisfaction on his face, walking over to the countertop bar and slamming his beer down. LUKE WISIA: Where the fuck is everyone? This is the kinda welcomin’ I get for stoppin’ by? Ain’t that some shit. He takes another gulp of his beer as he starts to randomly walk around the clubhouse, but there’s something that catches the corner of his eye and makes him turn his head. A suitcase is laying on the closest table as Wisia slowly makes his way in that direction, looking around once again to see if anyone was watching him. LUKE WISIA: The fuck is this? This some money that I ain’t get cut in on? Wisia opens the suitcase and his eyes instantly light up as he closes it again real quickly. In a paranoid look, he scopes out the bar to see if anyone is peeping him, then picks up the suitcase and clutches it tight to his chest. LUKE WISIA: Mine. Pulling over a napkin, he write “thank you” on it, signs it, and walks away from the table with the suitcase wrapped tightly in his arms before opening the doors, letting the light pour into the clubhouse, and gives out a faint laugh. LUKE WISIA: IT’S A NEW DAY, BOYS! SHIT ABOUT TO GET REAL INTERESTIN’ IN THIS BITCH. MUCH APPRECIATED! He walks out the door and slams it behind him as he walks into the bright light, but the scene slowly starts to fade down and goes to black after a few moments, not clear to what Luke found in the suitcase in the bar, but whatever it was, he was truly pleased. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is an ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH! "Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers. The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… From Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. RANDY THE PILOT: You ready to throw hands, Mason? BRIAN MASON: If he touches me, he’s getting suspended. Now that I think of it, maybe I’ll sacrifice myself to get Luke suspended. Give everyone some peace and quiet for ninety days. JERMAINE MARKS: You such a chump, slime. Damn. BRIAN MASON: Anyhow, Luke’s stated many of times that his focus is on the No Limits championship. However, one has to assume -- RANDY THE PILOT: That he wants to win the All or Nothing Series? Yeah, we get it, Mason. Your cliche commentary getting old, bruh. BRIAN MASON: You’re talking to the commentator of the year! What do you mean-- JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, Mason. Luke’s staring at you… BRIAN MASON: What?! After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start while glaring over at Mason. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… The infamous theme song of Sho Kojima plays over the pa system, the crowd waiting on the arrival of the Japanese star. The song begins picking up its pace, but Sho is still nowhere in sight as the crowd turns their attention back to Luke Wisia in the ring. BRIAN MASON: Not again… Wisia looks over at the referee who simply shrugs his shoulders. Sho’s theme song cuts off just as a kabuki mask takes over the knoxotron screen to boos from the crowd. The man behind the mask starts to slowly pull it back, revealing himself as none other than Sho Kojima. SHO KOJIMA: My apologies, Wisia, but you will not have a match against me tonight. The crowd boos a Luke shrugs his shoulders, clearly not giving much of a damn. He looks ready to leave the ring, but turns to the referee and yells out “I WANT FIVE POINTS FOR THIS FORFEIT WIN!” SHO KOJIMA: Let us be perfectly clear; I did not ask to be in this ridiculous series. I will not waste my time battling the bottom of the barrel of Hard Knox Wrestling in order to get a World Championship match. I should already be awarded a World Championship match. I have earned it, just like my brothers and sisters in the House of Dyspathy have earned it. But I know that our World champion does not have it in him to give me what I’ve earned. He does not have it in him to take it in his own hands and give me a World championship because he knows I will make his reign one of thee shortest in HKW history… Luke continues to stare at the knoxotron blankly, unsure of how to react to Sho’s words. SHO KOJIMA: But not to worry, followers of the House. Eventually, HKW will have no choice but to give us all what we deserve, and we will not have to go through an idiotic ‘series’ to accomplish our goal. Without another word spoken from Sho, the knoxotron cuts into a static picture before it shows the unamused face of Luke Wisia. Luke yells out “THAT’S FIVE POINTS FOR ME!” as he hops onto the middle turnbuckles and takes in the boos from the crowd. BRIAN MASON: What…? Did Sho just pull himself out of the All or Nothing Series? RANDY THE PILOT: Think so. And Luke just picked up two points! Wisia continues celebrating in the ring, acting as if he just went through hell to pick up a victory as Defiance goes to an advertisement. 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| Riskodamous | Apr 4 2016, 09:27 PM Post #3 |
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We go to the backstage area where we see Ashley Marie Chase pacing back and forth in the hallway already in her wrestling gear but mumbling to herself. Ashley Chase: Jesus Christ Ashley you need to calm down. You have wrestled all over the place so why the hell are you so nervous about some 4 way match? Not like it is the first time you have ever been involved in one. Ashley continues pacing back and forth and tapping her head against the wall. Suddenly Samantha Tolson turns the corner and sees Ashley Chase pacing and talking to herself so she walks over to her. Samantha: Hey Ashley. You ok? Ashley looks over at Samantha. Ashley Chase: Sammy? How did you get back here? Samantha laughs. Samantha: Does it matter how i got back here? I came to see you before your match babe. Ashley starts looking around making sure nobody else sees them. Ashley Chase: Yes it matters! From what Felly tells me about her brother he would not be happy with somebody just sneaking backstage like this. I don’t want either of us to get into trouble. Samantha laughs again and reaches into her shirt and pulls out a backstage visitor’s pass that she is carrying around her neck. Samantha: Relax. I got a pass so you won’t get in trouble so now why don’t you tell me why you were talking to yourself? I realize it's a long flight to England but i don’t think it is long enough for you to suddenly go loopy. So spill it! Ashley paces again Ashley Chase: I don’t know Sammy. I have been in plenty of matches and plenty of fatal 4 way matches but for some reason i have the jitters tonight. Sammy puts her hands on Ashley’s shoulders and looks her in the eyes. Samantha: Now you listen to me Ashley. You are a great wrestler and you have wrestled all over the place, you will be just fine tonight and you will go out there and you will win this fatal 4 way and then you will come back here and we will go out and celebrate your first official match victory in HKW!!! Ashley smiles huge and finally seems pumped up about her match. She starts jumping up and down and getting really hyped. Ashley Chase: Your right!! I am Ashley “F ing” Chase!! Not only do i belong here but i will show everybody why i belong here. I will show my besties Ashley Sullivan and Felicity Banks that i belong here and that they can count on me to kick ass if they ever need me to do so alongside them. Tonight I make a statement!! TONIGHT I WIN THIS FUCKING MATCH!!!! Ashley plants a big kiss on her girlfriend and then makes her way down the hallway totally hyped up now as Samantha stands there smiling. ![]() The small glow of a campfire flickers in the woods. It's lone dance casting shadows across the trees as a young man sits on a log, calmly poking at the flames with a stick, keeping the fire burning. ALEX REYN: Tell me. He raises his head to stare directly at the cameraman, face calculating and expressionless. ALEX REYN: Have you ever heard the story of the East Wind? No response. ALEX REYN: No? The man smirks. His tone is soft, low, almost a hum as he shifts his position, leaning closer to the cameraman. ALEX REYN: Once upon a time, in lands long forgotten, there lived a tribe of warriors. This tribe lived alone in the wilderness, surrounded on all sides by vicious horrors that would make grown men weep. To these men and woman, survival seemed like nothing more than a fanciful dream. ALEX REYN: But these people were proud, and they were fierce, they worshiped their warrior spirits, and they vowed to claim the land as their own. It took years. But finally, after years of combat, of toil, of war, hope, glory and courage, the tribe of warriors clawed their way to the top of the mountain and finally claimed dominance over the land! The young man is smiling now, as if recalling a fond memory. ALEX REYN: And the spirits! Oh, the spirits who had watched over them were elated! They could not be more proud of their children for what they had accomplished! The man's mood darkens suddenly. a look of disgust growing on his face. ALEX REYN: But then, something unforgivable happened. The tribe of warriors, secure in their dominance... began to relax. They became complacent, slow, lazy! PATHETIC!!! He screams the last word out and it echoes through the forest. Silence falls for several seconds before the young man begins speaking again. His voice once again cold and expressionless. ALEX REYN: The people of tribe had become cowardly and weak. So the spirits decided that they needed to be put down. One day, reports came into the village of a young man from the east. The man walked alone they said, and wherever he went, a chilling wind seemed to follow him. ALEX REYN: The people of the tribe were hopeful, believing the man to have been sent by the spirits to bless them, to reward them for their achievements. He chuckles cruelly ALEX REYN: Well... they were half right." He continues. ALEX REYN: The elders decided to send their finest warriors to greet the traveller. Only one would return, his eyes plucked from his sockets, telling his people about how the traveller had slaughtered his friends one by one, skinning them alive. The warrior died of his wounds soon after." The man smiles. ALEX REYN: But that wasn't the end of it. Soon after, the people of the tribe began to see strange figures from the corner of their eyes, hear voices whispering in their head. ALEX REYN: Then the disappearances began. When a tribesman's panic began to reach levels that bordered on madness, he would suddenly disappear. Only for the other tribesmen to find his shredded corpse nailed to the door of his home. The pattern continued for months as the traveller toyed with his prey. Stalking, hunting and killing. The traveller spared no mercy to any man, woman or child. ALEX REYN: Finally, only the oldest man was left. Surrounded by the bloody corpses of his friends and loved ones, he tearfully begged to know WHY? Why had the traveller done this to them? ALEX REYN: "Because you became weak." the traveller said "And that is an insult that cannot be tolerated." ALEX REYN: And then, he committed the cruellest action of all, he let the old man live. Alone and terrified for the rest of his days. And the old man spent those days telling every warrior he would meet about the tale of the East Wind. The lone stranger who sought out the bravest, strongest warriors in the land, and weeded out the worthy from the impostors. As the fire begins to fade, the man stares into the camera. ALEX REYN: Warriors of DEFIANCE, be warned. For I am the East Wind. And your trial begins now. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a fatal four way match! “One of a Kind” hits the P.A System as smoke starts pouring on the entrance. A spotlight stays put on the curtain as “The Prince” Adam Adonis makes his way out standing in the middle of the stage, scouting the crowd as he smirks. WHISPER VIPERI: On the way to the ring, weighs in at 205 pounds… he is “The last of his Kind”… ADAM… ADOOONIS! He then walks down the ramp and slides into the ring where he waits for his opponent. SHE'S HERE!!! OH MY GOD! SHE'S HERE!!! The lights dim and a spotlight shines on the stage area and then “Smooth Criminal ” by Alien Ant Farm begins to play throughout the arena. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!! Ashley then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She gets to the ringside area and finds a young child and hands them a autographed picture of herself. She then walks up the ramp and onto the ring apron. After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. 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. As the duo starts walking down the ramp Spencer starts a diatribe about how awesome his computer program is at predicting the outcomes of wrestling matches. He speaks about how everything is predetermined as he continues his way down the ramp. As he enters the ring Melanie gives him the results of the program which he announce to the public (insert here the result of the computer program). As the crowd and his opponent react to the results, Colby leaves the accessories he used to walk down the ring in one corner and a countdown appears on the titantron. The lights dim as the opening notes of 'Sacrifice' by Jeff Williams begin to play. The arena is almost pitch black, only showing a few trailing spotlights. Viewers watching at home see images begin to flicker across their tv screen as the camera pans over the crowd. The images are of violence, natural disasters, and a solitary figure, watching it all. WHISPER VIPERI: Weighing in at 200 pounds. The East Wind of Adversity, ALEX!! REYN!!! Smoke begins to fill the Arena, and within the smoke, lit up by the searchlights, ghostly images appear. Famous heroes and villains from throughout history. At the top of the ramp, a silhouette slowly comes into view. A young man, waiting on the stage in a three point stance. Looking almost like some hungry predator. The rock part of the song kicked in and he took off, charging to the ring and sliding in. He span around, back into that same three point stance to stare down his opponent. FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH Alex Reyn vs. Adam Adonis vs. Colby Spencer vs. Ashley Chase DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! Slowly, the four wrestlers began to circle each other, looking for the best target and opening. Colby Spencer hung back, clearly waiting for the others to act as the program predicted. At the same time, he cast a wary gaze to the newcomer; Alex Reyn, who was crouched low as he circled, keeping his centre of gravity low and appearing like a hunter stalking his prey. Of the other two competitors, Adam seemed the most confident. His pose was relaxed but on-guard, and he seemed to be almost begging the others to bring the fight to him. JERMAINE MARKS: Bet money that nigga Adonis wins slime. BRIAN MASON: You can’t be seriously taking bets right now. RANDY THE PILOT: I’ll bet you ten bucks he won’t Ashley would be the one to answer. Using her quickness, she dashed towards him, swinging her lower body out to catch him in a victory roll. However, the stronger wrestler maintained his hold on her waist, throwing her over his head in a wheelbarrow german suplex. But Ashley’s quickness once again proved to be an advantage as she landed on her feet with a quick backflip. She moved to attack Adam from behind, when- Bam! A hard elbow from the opportunistic Colby Spencer had struck her on the back of her neck and knocked her to the mat. Colby was on top of Miss Chase in a second, raining down blows from a mounted permission. Ashley immediately began to scream and cry out in pain. So loudly, that Colby actually hesitated for a few seconds. Holding his fists above her with a look of almost concern. MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: She’s faking it! She’s trying to trick you! Don’t let-! The warning came too late, as a sudden roundhouse kick from the grounded Ashley struck Colby Spencer in the temple, hard enough that he fell flat on his face. JERMAINE MARKS: She tries to warn yo bitch ass slime! You should’ve listened! BRIAN MASON: Ashley looking impressive in her debut match here tonight. Meanwhile, Alex Reyn and Adam Adonis exchanged a quick sequence of strikes,both testing the waters until Adam gained the upper hand by catching Alex Reyn’s leg and throwing him down with a Dragon Screw. Back over to Ashley Chase, she immediately took advantage of Colby’s stunned state to springboard off the top rope and crash down on him with a lionsault. Immediately, she went for the cover, but Adam saw her and grabbed her by the waist. Deadlifting her off the ground, he once again threw her over his head with a german suplex. This time, the move was far more effective, as Ashley Chase was thrown through the air and crashed into Alex Reyn, knocking them both down like bowling pins. RANDY THE PILOT: SHE CAN FLY!!!! BRIAN MASON: What a German Suplex! With two of his opponents temporarily out, Adam turned his attention to Colby Spencer. Immediately going for a pin, ONE TW-- KICKOUT! The exchange between Adam and Ashley had given Spencer the time he needed to recover, and he kicked out at one. Adam was about to press the assault, when he noticed something in his peripheral vision. As Colby rolled out of the ring to gather his wits, Adam turned to see Alex and Ashley approaching him from different angles. Clearly forming a temporary alliance to fight the stronger foe. Suddenly, both charged. Ashley went high with a running DDT, while Alex went low with a leg sweep. Clearly, they believed he would not be able to dodge BOTH their attacks. They were wrong. JERMAINE MARKS: WHAT THE?! In a startling display of strength and agility that shocked both the crowd and his opponents, Adam grabbed a hold of the incoming Ashley’s waist. Using her own momentum to propel himself into the air with a backflip, actually leaping OVER Alex Reyn’s leg sweep as he maintained the hold and brought Ashley down with an astounding spanish fly! The crowd was on its feet, cheering Adam’s athleticism as Alex tried for a spinning wheel kick, but Adam caught Alex Reyn in midair and threw him across the ring with a sidewinder suplex! RANDY THE PILOT: Can’t believe I’m bout to lose ten stinking bucks!!! As Adam let out a roar of exhilaration, Colby tried to sneak up behind him, but the last of his kind proved far too cagey for that and span around to rock Spencer with a corkscrew enzuigiri. As Adam landed from the kick, he suddenly found the weight of Ashley Chase on his back as she wrapped her hands around his face, trying to lock him in a crossface. As she trapped his left arm between her legs, she seemed to have the move locked in place. Until Adam began to rise to his feet. Holding the entire weight of Ashley Chase almost on one arm, Adam Adonis began to spin on the spot. The momentum and g-force swung Ashley’s legs out as Adam grabbed her by the neck and dropped her with a modified spinning argentine neckbreaker! JERMAINE MARKS: That’s it! Pay up sucka! BRIAN MASON: C’MON ASHLEY! Immediately, Adam went for the cover. ONE TWO Dropkick from Alex Reyn!! The force of the blow caused Adam to roll off of Ashley Chase, clutching the side of his ribs were Alex had struck him. He barely had time to get on his feet as Alex was already on him. Moving with far greater speed than he had before, he lashed out with a sequence of blows: snap roundhouse to the knee, palm strike to the jaw, knee to the gut, forearm to the throat, hook to the temple...! The young man was moving far quicker than Adam could counter. Unlike before, he was no longer testing the waters or using large, obvious strikes. Instead his attacks were now swift and efficient. Striking an unprotected area with one limb before immediately attacking with another, not allowing Adam any time to defend. Finally, Alex capitalised on the stunned Adam Adonis by leaping onto his shoulders and bringing him down with a snap hurricanrana. Turning his attention away from Adam, he focused his gaze on Ashley Chase, who was getting to her feet. Dashing towards her, he slammed a knee into her face. Grabbing Ashley by the throat, he smashed the back of her head into the ground and began to punch her face with brutal, efficient strikes. Immediately, Ashley cried out in pain, using the same trick she had pulled on Colby Spencer. But Alex simply responded by punching her in her open mouth, his face showed no emotion, even as blood from her nose and lips started to coat his hands. He simply continued to punch her, over and over and over again… BRIAN MASON: Stop this ref! Jesus! JERMAINE MARKS: He beating this bitch face in like a mallet to some meat, slime. Meanwhile, Adam had rolled out the ring to recover from Alex’s early assault, However. he would find the situation going from bad to worse as he was blindsided with a sudden chop block to the knee from Colby Spencer. Taking advantage of his opponents downed state, Colby grabbed Adam’s leg and swung the knee hard into the barricade before rolling back into the ring. Back with Ashley and Alex, Adrenaline took over Ashley’s mind and she lashed out with a sudden headbutt that actually took the East Wind off guard as she rolled them both over so that she was on top. Bleeding from her nose and lips, she rained blows down on Alex Reyn. What she lacked in precision, she made up for in effort and soon it was Reyn’s turn to bleed. Backing up a bit, she readied herself to hit a running move on Alex Reyn, when a sudden spinning neckbreaker from Colby Spencer dropped her to the mat. MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: Wear her down! The professor took heed of his assistant’s advice, grounding Ashley with a Sleeper on the mat. However, it seemed that the professor was waiting for somethi- MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: Now! Just as expected, Alex Reyn came charging in to break up the hold, but Spencer had already moved out the way, and with Colby and Ashley so close to the edge of the ring, Alex overshot and flew out of the ring to crash into Adam Adonis. With Ashley the only other competitor still in the ring, Colby went for a low dropkick, but the much faster Ashley rolled out the way. Getting some distance, she dashed to the ropes... MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: Middle-rope russian! Colby understood and dashed to the ropes as well. Instead of going after Ashley, he sprang onto the ropes at the same time she did, mirroring her action as he grabbed her by the head and brought her down with a springboard russian legsweep from the second rope. Adam had now recovered, and was climbing back onto the apron. Alex however, was holding back for some reason. Something seemed to have caught his attention and he was watching Colby very closely. JERMAINE MARKS: This bitch coaching? Back in the ring, Adam found himself being knocked off the apron via a low dropkick to his knees. Colby barely had time to turn around when Ashley caught him in a running satellite headscissors throw MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: Sit down! Colby did so, and the effect was obvious as Ashley was dropped throat first onto the top rope in a modified stun gun. Springing to his feet, Colby grabbed Ashley from behind and brought her down to the mat with an inverted powerslam. COLBY SPENCER: What’s Next?! MELANIE LAGUERQUIST: Go for the-! Melanie’s words were cut off as Alex suddenly rammed into her with a spear. Grabbing the laptop, he tore it from her grasp and smashed it against the barricade. He wasn’t finished yet, as he grabbed Melanie by the back of her neck and threw her face first into the ring post. As she slumped to the floor she left a crimson trail of bloo- A sickening crunch sound was heard as Alex violently stomped on the back of her neck before kicking her in the head. COLBY SPENCER: Melanie! The furious Spencer ran to the aid of his assistant, but Alex was ready for him. Lowering his arms to bait the other man in, Alex lashed out with an inside shin kick before hitting an uppercut-punch-hook punch combo on Colby Spencer. Every shot found its mark, and Alex grabbed Colby Spencer, whipped him back first into the apron, and followed it all up by spearing him against the apron. Finally, a snap DDT onto the floor kept him down. RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn that looked brutal bruh! BRIAN MASON: Yes it did, Colby may have a concussion after that one! With Colby out of the picture, Alex Reyn rolled into the ring to focus on the next target. Keeping low, he circled around Ashley Chase like a hungry wolf. Ashley tried to grab him in a collar & elbow, but Alex just rolled out of the way. She tried again, but he once again evaded her. Rising to his feet, he cocked his head to one side. Looking almost amused by her efforts. This time, Ashley just charged, and Reyn intercepted her directly, bringing her down with a drop-toehold, before locking in a single-knee camel clutch. Wrenching on her spine, he slowly stood to his feet as he transferred his grip from her chin to her wrists. Pulling her arms back in a modified bow & arrow, he placed the heel of his boot against the back of her neck. Short range curbstomp! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn I can feel that from here slime! Ashley’s face hit the mat hard, and Alex ground his heel further into the back of her neck, trying to crush her skull against the mat. As he saw Adam getting into the ring, he finished off his attack on her with another kick to her head. Just as he had done to Melanie. Turning to study Adam Adonis, Alex’s gaze flittered to his right leg. Adam was moving slower than he had at the start of the match, his leg carrying a small, but noticeable limp. A predatory gleam came into Alex’s eyes and he dashed forward, With his leg injured, Adam didn’t have time to dodge, and a swift headscissors takedown took him off his feet. Adam was resilient though, and rolled back up to a standing position, only to be taken down again by a springboard crossbody. As Adam struggled to get to his feet one last time, Reyn rounded off his combo with a quick spinning neckbreaker to the canvas. BRIAN MASON: Alex Reyn is in complete control of this match up guys! JERMAINE MARKS: We know nigga, we’re watching that match to. With Adam down, Alex grabbed him by the legs and slid outside the ring, dragging Adam so that the ring post was between his legs. Turning his attention to Colby Spencer. Alex slammed several knees into Colby’s temple, then grabbed him, and whipped him straight into Adam Adonis’s leg. The last of his kind screamed out in agony as his already injured knee was crushed against the ringpost courtesy of Colby Spencer’s body weight. Meanwhile, Ashley Chase had rolled out of the ring to catch a breather, but that was not to be. Immediately locking on to his next target, Alex grabbed her by the back of the neck and threw her skull first into the ring steps. Grabbing her in a front facelock, he climbed onto the ring steps and dropped her with another spinning neckbreaker onto the steel. That was one target down, and Alex Reyn rolled back into the ring. As he did though, he rolled his arm in an unusual fashion. It seemed as if he might have hurt his own shoulder with that move onto the steel steps.Nevertheless, his mind was still focused as he climbed onto the top turnbuckle, surveying his surroundings like a watching hawk. Adam and Colby were starting to stir now, with the more athletic Adam being the first to his feet. As Adam climbed onto the apron, Alex suddenly jumped off the top rope, grabbing the back of Adam’s neck in mid fall, he brought the man’s throat down against the top rope while simultaneously swinging his boot into Adam’s knee, kicking them off the apron and releasing his hold on Adam’s neck so that the tension in the ropes snapped them against Adam’s throat and threw him to the outside. As the back of Adam’s head hit the floor, Colby slowly entered the ring, while the resilient Ashley Chase began to make her way down the outside of the ring to the ring corner near Alex. Back in the ring, Colby tried to sneak up behind Alex Reyn, but the East Wind was clearly using more senses than just his eyesight and he immediately spun around to rock Colby’s jaw with a vicious superkick before he threw Colby out of the ring. RANDY THE PILOT: GOTDAMN!?! JERMAINE MARKS: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ADAMNIT?! YOU TRYNA GET ME OUTTA MY TEN DOLLAS SLIME?! Both Colby and Adam were struggling to their feet outside and Alex dashed to the opposite side of the ring, building momentum as he charged towards them and sprang onto the ropes… ASCENDANT’S WRA- -WALK OF FAME!!!!! The crowd went insane! Ashley Chase had just come out of absolutely NOWHERE! Running along the top rope like a tightrope to spear Alex Reyn out of midair and send them both crashing to the outside floor!!! CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Seeing the opportunity, Colby immediately went to capitalise on one of the downed foes, but Adam was having none of it and whipped Colby Spencer into the ring post before whipping him back in the ring. He was smart enough to know that he wouldn’t be able to pin either Alex OR Ashley if Colby kept interfering. Meanwhile, the crowd continued to chant CROWD: THIS IS AWESOME!! *Clap! Clap! Clapclapclap!* THIS IS AWESOME!! *Clap! Clap! Clapclapclap!* THIS IS AWESOME!! *Clap! Clap! Clapclapclap!* As Alex went after Colby, the professor tried to surprise his opponent by grabbing Adam in a single-leg takedown, only for Adam to throw him off with a gutwrench suplex. Adam was after Colby once again, but the young Spencer was nothing if not scrappy, and lashed out on his back with a kick, striking Adam’s injured leg and bringing him to a knee. Colby got to his feet, and drilled the kneeling Adam’s skull to the mat with a perfect snap dd- Wait! In another impressive display of strength, Adam was managing to hold Spencer’s body weight off the ground. Slowly standing to his feet as he ignored the pain and swung Colby backwards Swinging reverse STO! Cover! ONE! TWO! THR-! SPENCER KICKS OUT!! BRIAN MASON: Very very close one there fellas. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah i almost came close to losing a large combo bruh. Fuck. Adam slapped the mat in frustration. He was so CLOSE! He wouldn’t let this deter him though. He had to keep Colby down. Keeping the pressure up, he grabbed Colby in crossface chicken, but Colby was able to get his foot on the ropes. Infuriated by the professor's luck, Adam refused to relinquish the hold, in fact the referee actually had to pull Adam off of Colby. This single minded zeal would be costly however, as Colby rammed the back of his head into Adam’s nose the second the hold was relinquished. With Adam reeling from that shot, Colby sprang of the second rope, backflipping in the air and dropping Adam down with a perfect Asai DDT. He knew that wouldn’t be enough though. Backing to the opposite corner, he waited for Adam to get up and then charged at him. Going for a running double knee smash. But Adam was quick thinking, and tossed Colby up over his head. JERMAINE MARKS: THERE WE GO ADAM!! WAIT?! As Colby landed on the top turnbuckle, Adam was right on top of him. Ready to throw Colby off the top with an avalanche back suplex. But a timely backflip from spencer allowed him to land on his feet. It was Spencer’s turn to attack from behind and he grabbed Adam for an olympic slam. But Adam swung his feet out and reversed it into an inverted facelock. ADAM ADONIS: IT’S OVER 9000!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lifting inverted DDT!!! COVER! ONE!! TWO!! TH-!! ASHLEY STOPS THE PIN!!! JERMAINE MARKS: YOU FUCKING BITCH?! Where that bitch come from slime?! WHERE SWAY?! BRIAN MASON: Great save by Chase! This match has been incredible guys and this show is just getting started! The crowd cheered wildly as Ashley rushed into break up the pin JUST at the last second. Immediately, she attacked Adam. Raining down forearm after forearm as he pushed him into the ropes. She tried to whip him across the ring, but he was too strong and whipped her to the other side instead. However, she was still too swift for him, an as she rebounded off the ropes, she slid between his legs to avoided his attack and leapfrogged OVER Colby Spencer to hit the ropes on the other side. As she rebounded of the ropes once again, she caught Colby in a running Spencer and, showing some fantastic innovation, used her free hands to catch Adam in a front facelock, dropping BOTH men with a running headscissors takedown/tornado ddt combination!! As Colby Spencer rolled out of the ring once again,, Ashley backed up into the corner, her eyes fixed squarely on Adam Adonis, feeling the energy from the crowd’s cheers. It was time for the Walk of Fame. BRIAN MASON: This one could be over! Ashley looking for the Walk of Fame! Ashley sprinted across the ring towards Ada- Bam! JERMAINE MARKS: AAAYYYYYEEE!!!!! Only to be struck dead in the face by an explosive discus elbow, courtesy of the last of his kind! It was Adam’s turn to create some distance. Backing up into the corner, he crouched low. Waiting for Ashley to stand ADAM ADONIS: Galick Gun….!!! Adam curled his fingers and placed both his hands together at chest level facing the same direction (so that the palm of one hand was on the back of the other). It was time for the No Name Kick. ADAM ADONIS: FIRE-!! The camera cuts away from all the hot and heavy action to the ring. The Knoxotron flashes on; static fills the screen as white noise drowns out everything for about six or seven seconds. Afterwards, the images of Scarlet Flint and Artemis Kaiser appear on the screen. RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh what the fuck?! SCARLET FLINT: Aye, fucknugget! The insult was directed towards Adam Adonis. SCARLET FLINT: Sorry to interrupt whatever it is you’re attempting to do in the ring. But, shit, we got someone yo’ might be looking for. The camera slowly pans over. Kyo is still tied up and duct taped. He’s draped over Artemis’ right shoulder, unmoving and unresponsive. ARTEMIS KAISER: Adonis, your comrade has been missing for weeks; and yet, you haven’t even tried to find him. Some kind of tag team partner you turned out to be. Scarlet laughed as she walks over and gets in Kyo’s face. SCARLET FLINT: See! I told ya’ I shoulda’ slit your throat; no one woulda’ missed ya’. Suddenly, the Knoxotron screen goes dark. BRIAN MASON: What the? Low Blow! Coming from out of nowhere, Colby Spencer had taken advantage of everyone’s distraction to rail Adam with a hard shot between the legs. And now he was rolling Adam up into a school boy pin! As the referee dropped down to make the cover, Colby secured his win by grabbing the tights and getting his feet on the ropes. ONE!! TWO!! THRE-!! BROKEN UP BY ASHLEY!!! Adam rolled out the ring. Clutching his privates, but honestly seeming more concerned with what he’d just seen on the titantron than what was happening in ring. Speaking of which… Ashley had grabbed Colby in a front facelock, trying to lift Colby up for the Gucci Drop. But Colby reversed the hold into a front facelock of his own, grabbing Ashley’s leg as he tried to get her up for That’s a Wrap! Now it was Ashley’s turn to counter as she hooked his leg as well, putting him off balance and rolling him into a small package on the mat. ONE! TWO! THR-! KICKOUT!! Both of them rolled to their feet. Colby was the first to attack, slamming a knee into her abdomen to bring her low before trying to smash her face in with a discus elbo- Blocked! Ashley caught the blow in her hands, holding of the force of the attack Struggling to her feet, she pushed against her opponent, until… “Chase”-Tizer!!! The powerful slap echoed throughout the arena as the entire crowd winced. Blinded with pain, Colby didn’t see Ashley sprint to the ropes, nor did he see her rebounding off them, charging towards him at full force. WALK OF FAME!!! The spear was dead on, knocking Spencer to the ground. Ashley covered ONE!! TWO!! ….. THREE!!!! DING! DING! DING! Ashley's theme song takes over the sound system as she gets her arm raised in the air by the referee after a hellacious match. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...!!! Ashley!! Marie!! CHASE!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: Oh hell nah! I ain’t giving up my hard earned ten bucks for that fuckery! RANDY THE PILOT: Nah you gon’ pay up bruh! BRIAN MASON: I knew Ashley was gonna win! I just knew it! WINNER: Ashley Marie Chase via Pin Fall (15:53) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:33 PM.
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![]() The cameras catch the view backstage of a wrestling ready and dressed All or Nothing competitor ‘Gifted’ DeMarcus Gresham towering beside a ready Eli Zayn with mic in hand and a slightly judgemental look on his face. DeMarcus meanwhile shares a similar expression looking off camera and away from the focal point of the interview. A shower of boos can be heard from the fans but as always he pays no mind. ELI ZAYN: Tonight HKW the All or Nothing series begins and with that we have one of the many involved in this year's path to glory, DeMarcus Gresham. Now DeMarcus tonight you face a very game opponent in Salem Cartier. A lot of hype has surrounded you in your coming to HKW. Would you say you will be able match the hype given in this All or Nothing series. DeMarcus sniffs a bit still looking off into the distance before leaning forward to Eli. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Hype is only excitement expressed by those who are enlightened. They know of me and my work and therefore know my capability. The key is to not live in the past and continue to progress. Something I am very good at doing. I am someone who has spent most of his time here ridding of those that in a sense aren’t made for the HKW cloth. Some may wonder how I can make that claim being such a new one myself but in time those questions will be dismissed and points made accordingly. All or Nothing---a rite of passage indeed. As DeMarcus pauses Eli begins to pull the mic back down to ask another question. DeMarcus quickly grabs his wrist to stop his motion. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I---was not finished. It would behoove you to never do that again. And I do mean never. DeMarcus gives his first eye contact to Eli Zayn. Far from positive in nature. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: This is a different moment for me as Salem Cartier has proven she is cut of this cloth and there is no question if she belongs here. Now I am the one standing in the questionnaire box. Am I the one who has the standing to rumble among some of the best here. Short answer...yes. Long answer....indubitably. This is All or Nothing and the uncrowned King wants it all. In its entirety. Watch and be enlightened. Cartier will be as surprised as any I assure you. Gresham gives a curt smile before looking off screen toward a face he didn’t expect to see until he entered the ring later tonight. Suddenly the crowd hypes up as Salem Cartier walks into view with a smile on her face in welcome. SALEM CARTIER: Good evening DeMarcus. Ready for our match this evening? DeMarcus smirks a bit before looking Salem’s frame up and down in preparation for later. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Always Ms. Cartier. Let us hope you are just the same. Would hate for the upset to come about so early in the series. I have plans to open many eyes tonight. Yours especially. With a nod respectfully DeMarcus takes his leave walking past both Eli and Salem on his way off screen. Salem turns to watch him walk away for a bit before her smile widens a bit. SALEM CARTIER: We’ll see about that. Static preludes the infamous cackle of Artemis Kaiser rings out first. “HA!” The audience is revealed a rather gruesome setting. Artemis stands next to a beaten and battered Kyo. A blindfold masks his vision, handcuffs made of uncomfortable rope bind him to a chair, and blood runs down his face. Artemis holds the weapon too casually, as if it was some everyday object. The baseball bat drips with blood...Kyo’s. She heaves it up and prods Kyo’s cheek with it. ARTEMIS KAISER: It is almost over, darling. Do not fret; your suffering will end soon. Sean Sands has given you a way out. More importantly, he has given us a way in. She turns her head slightly to the camera, more so at Jimmy Page and Beer Beer. ARTEMIS KAISER: Did this… work out for you all? You sent us fledglings masquerading as birds of prey. You thought we would cave under the pressure of the house. You both should know better than that. Look what is happening to this little bird now. Artemis pushes Kyo’s head up with her baseball bat. She taps him gently on the cheek, before rearing up to strike him. She swings it over his head, missing on purpose. ARTEMIS KAISER: I have him shaking, scared of the simplest touch. I have broken him because he got too confident. He removed his mask, along with Adonis. Now we have him here in a place where no one can get him. And boy, did we have a blast teaching him what Sine Mora is all about. He told us all kind of things, you know. Including the precious gem that his worthless self belongs to the House. He says that you will get us for this. Artemis once rests her baseball bat upon the broken flesh of Kyo. She grins, showing her sharper than normal teeth. She swings again, cracking him in the arm. He screams out against the mouth restraint. ARTEMIS KAISER: What happens when we decide that we will not wait for you to get us? What happens when we decide to go ahead and take this into our own hands? You see, Scarlet and I do not believe in the silly political games. We do not believe in playing footsies with our enemies. We prosecute, we judge, and then we destroy what stands in our way. Unfortunately for the House, Kyo and Adonis decided to stand in our way. That is until he begged for mercy and Sean Sands got us into this TLC match. It is beautiful. Artemis walks behind the chair and caresses Kyo’s head, running her fingers through his black locks. She hums a small song to herself. Almost out of nowhere, she gives the chair a heavy kick, sending Kyo into a pool of his own blood. She watches him, still grinning faintly. ARTEMIS KAISER: All we wanted was our titles. That is all we wanted, but now we had to do this number to this tot. He will never be the same. When he hears the word “house”, he will scream internally...maybe externally. He will never forget what we did to him and neither will you all. He will tell you of all the horror stories. Then he will warn you like I am about to now. Artemis walks over to Kyo, who had escaped his own pool of blood. She sat on him, resting her head upon the tip of the baseball bat. ARTEMIS KAISER: Do not play games with us. Sine Mora are not just experts at this game, but we sure as hell know how to cheat our way through. What makes it worse is that when we cheat, people suffer the worst. Just like this one here. She shakes her head and stands up. First, she unties Kyo’s hands, allowing him to push himself away from his blood pool. She then forces Kyo to stand up, pushing him upward with the baseball bat. She holds him in position. ARTEMIS KAISER: Also, do not worry, we are bringing him back. It is a part of our deal. We bring Kyo back, we get our title shots. It is splendid, is it not? Artemis begins to drag Kyo out of the room. Before she exits, she gazes back at the camera. ARTEMIS KAISER: No, no, I got to really exclaim this. Artemis props Kyo up, who makes a confused noise. With a song in her heart (“Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin” from Oklahoma!, to be exact), Artemis sets up a table underneath his hand. She forces it upon the table, still humming as she does. The Kaiser taps Kyo’s hand with the baseball bat. He realizes what she plans to do and tries to scream out against it. ARTEMIS KAISER: LET US CLIP HIS FUCKING WING, SHALL WE?! With a frenzied and joyous expression on her face, Artemis brings down the baseball bat full force. A loud crack echoes out through the barbaric room. Kyo’s screams shortly follow as he flies out his chair. He hits the ground, holding his now broken hand. Artemis strolls over to him, seeing him cry out tears of anguish. They creep from underneath his blindfold. ARTEMIS KAISER: Hm, let me commemorate this. She takes the blindfold off of Kyo and prepares her cell phone. With one click, she takes a “selfie” with the bloodied man. The picture shows a beaming Artemis with a tearful and utterly confused Kyo. She then applies the blindfold again and drags him out. Presumably, she takes him to be brought back to H.O.D. ![]() WHISPER VISPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH! "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. "Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on Touch, kid; how you surprise me Now roll kid, rock your body off!" 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... "You're something like a phenomena Something like an astronoma' Now roll kid, rock your body off!" 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. WHISPER VISPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! 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. 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. 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. WHISPER VISPERI: Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6”. 257 pounds of Enlightenment. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm. ALL OR NOTHING SERIES Salem Cartier vs. DeMarcus Gresham DING! DING!! DING!!! The bell rings and the two competitors slowly circle the ring before DeMarcus goes for a lockup. Salem ducks under Gresham’s reaching arms to run around behind him. When he turns back around, she starts to hit him with a series of shin kicks. Before he can counter her attacks, even though he tries, she slaps him time and time again with loud chops echoing from his chest. He staggers back with each chop before he falls back against the ropes and still takes a couple more there. Grabbing his arm, Salem starts to whip him to the other side of the ring. He stops her from finishing it as he rams his shoulder directly into her chest with a shoulder block. BRIAN MASON: Raw power from DeMarcus early on. JERMAINE MARKS: He was just like, nah, sit down. Having Salem down from the surprise blow, Gresham is quick to press the advantage as he sits her up and presses his knee into her back, yanking her head back with a rear chin lock. Grimacing in pain, Salem shakes her head when the referee asks if she wants to give up. Quickly shaking her arm, she starts tries to work up the adrenaline and energy to power out of the hold wrenching her neck back. Working her way around, she turns and gets onto one knee. It looks like she is going to get out of the hold despite Gresham doing his best to keep her down. Just when it looks like she is about to fight out of it, he yanks her back down to the sitting position while going so far as to use a pull of her hair for the slightest bit of advantage. It takes some time before Salem starts to show signs of working her way out of the hold. Stretching her legs out, she reaches out but extends nowhere near the ropes to cause a break as they are right in the center of the ring. It is only through her flexibility that she arches her back and starts to stand directly in front of Gresham this time. Before he can slam her back down again, this time she tucks her head under his chin and drop down with a jawbreaker. Stunned and holding his jaw, Gresham falls back into the ropes before he comes back towards the middle. Salem is ready for him and leaps up to connect with a calf kick directly to his face to knock him down. Getting up to his knees, Gresham holds his jaw still and works shakes off the shock from the blows. The buzzsaw kick from Salem catches him completely by surprise. She doesn’t hesitate but goes for the quick cover. BRIAN MASON: Oh wow! Salem damn near kicked his head off like she was playing for a World Cup there. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Salem pounds the mat a couple times in frustration but does not get distracted from the match as she gets Gresham up to his feet and sends him into the corner. With her opponent in the corner, Salem runs at him. Turning with a spin, she hits him in the stomach with a spinning discus knee. Keeping up the momentum, she sends into the opposite corner. She runs to that corner just as quickly before she twists her body with a cartwheel and leaps up to attack. He is ready for her though as he catches her in mid air and slams her down with his Black Diamond spinebuster. He quickly drops down and goes for the pin. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Reaching down, Gresham grabs her by the hair to get her back up to her feet. Salem tries to fight him off, pulling at his arm. Her struggling against his arm was why he was caught unprepared when she jumped up against him in a monkey flip position but with her feet pressed against his legs and arms around the back of his neck. The crowd popped with the suddenness of her hitting the standing monkeyflip DDT and her rolling him over for the pin. JERMAINE MARKS: Where the hell she keep coming out with this shit from? RANDY THE PILOT: Crackerjack Box. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Salem got him up quickly, hooking his arms and used every bit of her strength take him over with a double underhook suplex. The force of the momentum even brought Gresham up back into a sitting position, perfect for her to come from behind with a somersault cutter as she flipped over him. She had it all going her way when she moved him into position and wrapped her legs around his arms for the Hemlock Groove. BRIAN MASON: Salem twisting DeMarcus’ arms like a pretzel. RANDY THE PILOT: Pretzels? Where? Gresham shook his head, fighting the pain from his arms being pulled back at the awkward angle. Every attempt he made to get his legs close to the ropes was met by Salem repositioning them back away from the edge of the ring. It was then that Salem and everyone in the arena noticed Fran with a microphone in hand. ”YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!” The crowd began to boo heavily because they were well aware who’s screeching voice that was. RANDY THE PILOT: OH GOD! NO! DIDN’T SHE DIE IN WAR GAMES!? SHE’S ALWAYS OUT HERE!!!!! She looked straight down to Salem and DeMarcus. FRANCESCA: I AIN’T NEVA EVA NOT FINNA BE IN THESE SKREETZ YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEELLLLLLL! Salem happened to be distracted to the point where she let go of DeMarcus, allowing him to lariat he former Cyber Champ down to the canvas! FRANCESCA: BREH look, all these new niggas comin’ into my company n’ AWWWWWWL these old ass bums like Salem tryna take MY SPOT yawl I ain't fixin’ to take NO GOTDAMN BACKSEAT TO THESE LESSAS YAWL. FLEEXICAN GON BE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP NEXT SHE AIN’T WATCHIN’ NO MORE PEOPLE GET THERE BEFORE HA. DeMarcus stomps away at Salem before she kicks him off, sending him falling to the mat. Salem then gets to her feet and stares Fran down. FRANCESCA: People BEEN thinkin’ Salem the next up. They ain’t WATCHED the fact that Fleexican been a damn TWERKHORSE up in this bitch son! I’M FINNA BE DAMNED IF SALEM GET THE STRAP BEFORE ME YAWL! FINNA TAKE HA ASS OUT BEFORE SHE CAN GUUUUUUUUUUUUUURL! Fran yells aloud. Salem was close to drawing blood with as hard as she was biting her lip, agitated by Fran’s presence. When she turned back around, greshame was ready and picked her up to drop her with The Enlightenment. It was pretty much academic when he went for the cover on Salem. BRIAN MASON: Dammit, not like this! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn man. He scooped her up like a Hot Pocket. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VISPERI: Here is your winner...DEMARCUS GRESHAM!!! DeMarcus got to his feet afterwards and smiled as the ref raised his hand in victory. Salem rolled to all fours and stared at the entryway, a look of anger on her face. Gresham smugly celebrated in the ring as the audience booed him, not happy about the result of this match. WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham (9:22) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:36 PM.
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![]() Backstage in the HKW halls, heads are being turned by staff members as a loud voice can be heard in the far distance. Immediately, the camera crew sprint towards the angry shouting to capture the drama. Both the fans in the arena and the ones watching at home watch the situation unfold as the camera Is rolling and the shouting gets louder. Finally, after making several turns they arrive to the source. Once the cameras reveal to the fans who the person is that was causing the disturbance, they let out a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Although each person in the arena had a different opinion on this person, it was safe to say nobody was surprised to find out it was James Shark. Shark appears to be pacing around the halls, his smart phone glued to his ear as he talks with his other hand waving around him, clearly bothered. JAMES SHARK: Nah nigga. April fools on the first, not the third, your calendar broke? Over here arranging dates with a broke ass calendar bruh. Got me lookin’ like a motherfucking fool running around here looking for another man like some obsessed Gaylord. The pacing stops as Shark kicks a trash bin over in frustration, it makes a loud “THUD” as the lid pops open and a large amount of “SHARKFRANCOLE” shirts drop out of it. The sight only builds on Shark’s anger as he stares at the floor with pure hatred for the people that threw out these shirts. His right hand balls up into a fist. He then stomps his foot on the floor as hard as he can and kicks the shirts up into the air as they go flying everywhere. JAMES SHARK: Fuck these bitches yo. No respect man. I’m telling you Risky, this why this shit needed to happen today, now you gonna tell me I got the date wrong and the meeting was supposed to happen NEXT DEFIANCE? Nah breh. You just asking me to kill someone at this point. How am I gon’ wait that long? Too much bullshit goin’ on in my life right now and everything bottling all up at once. Ain’t none of yall wanna see me explode but it’s bout to happen real fast. Shark shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck. JAMES SHARK: Tell Capone to get his shit together and come see me As soon as Shark finishes that sentence, he turns his head and encounters all the cameras that are pointing at him, filming his every move. He shakes his head and ends the call, walking up to the camera crew furiously before the cameras quickly shut off. ![]() The familiar intro of “When Doves Cry” came over the PA as the Echo Arena and the fans cheered loudly as Xavier Asher Daniels walked out onto the stage, looking better than he’d been following War Ready, but something clearly weighed on his mind as he moved down the isle quickly. He walked around the ringside area, pulling out a steel chair and tossing it into the ring before rolling in after it. Opening the chair up, XAD sat down on it as the fans settled down, causing the former Tag Team Champion to give a grateful, pained smile as a small “X.A.D” chant broke out, before speaking. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: It has been… a rough few weeks for me… actually, it’s been a rough year in general. Between out of the ring struggles and in ring inconsistencies, I’ve had to crawl into my own head in order to make sense of it all before it just overwhelmed me. While I did that, I cut off everyone… I did things I had to do, I KNEW I had to do in order to continue coming out to this ring every single night, no matter what the consequences were. Some nights it paid off, others… Others, they cost me a little more of what I’ve got left. Swallowing thickly, XAD gave a small, shuddering sigh as he looked down for a minute, before he continued to speak. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: One of those nights where it cost me was War Ready. I… I was a mess. I’m not gonna sugarcoat what I did or how I acted and if the powers that be are angry about it, I understand. But for however long I was in that match, it felt like it paid off. I made my mistakes and it nearly cost us… No, they DID cost us. And I had to be dragged to the finish line to win. After that… Instead of the sadness and regret that he’d had just a few moments before, anger flashed in the eyes of XAD as he looked up at the stage from his position. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I don’t need to explain what happened next. It’s been on every replay from the Pay-Per-View since it happened, and it’s been replaying in my mind ever since. I’m not gonna ask for an apology. I’m not gonna ask for a fight… but Lance, I know you’re back there. I know you’re here tonight, and I know that you brought your club with you. What I’m asking for is for you to come out here and tell me, man to man, as a former partner… why? Why leave me for dead the way you did? A minute or two goes by. The minutes go by long enough to the point that it almost felt like Lance was never going to come out to the ring. Suddenly the lights go out and begin to flash black, white and silver while “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. The cameras search around the arena until the RIP President is seen standing at the top of the staircase. The fans boo him as Lance stares down into the ring at his former tag team partner. The reaper slowly begins to make his way down the stairs pushing the fans away from him as they tried and get a selfie with him or something. He didn’t care whether or not they are harmed or not. He was just focused on getting down to the ring. Once down to the barricade he stares into the ring for a moment and hops over the barricade. Winters walks around the ring staring up at Xavier as he does so. He stops in front of the commentators desk and snatches a microphone out of Whisper’s hands. Lance then looks back at Xavier before he begins to walk up the steel steps and enters the ring. The music dies down as Lance leans back on a set of ropes with a smile on his face. LANCE WINTERS: WELL WELL WELL. LOOK who decided to show is FACE. GOOD OL’ Xavvvyyy. How’s it going BUDDY. You’re looking a lot better than the OTHER NIGHT. The fans boo. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT? I can’t say HELLO TO AN old friend of MINE?! They continue to boo him as Lance laughs and shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: Tough crowd, huh? XAD scowled up at him, kicking the chair over as he stood up. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Why Lance? After everything we went through, the tournament, winning the gold, vowing to get our gold BACK… why leave me lying, feeling as though I’m about to die? I don’t care about being peaced out in favor of your boys, but after all this… WHY? XAD tried keeping himself calm, but to see Lance just shrugging off what happened nearly set him off right then and there. Lance smile fades away as he stares over at Xavier across from him. LANCE WINTERS: Why? WHY?! Lance looks around t othe crowd. LANCE WINTERS: HE wants to know WHY. Should I tell him? I THINK I SHALL. He turns back towards Xavier and stands up straight. LANCE WINTERS: YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY Xavier? Well I’m sorry, HAVEN’T YOU tried to LOOK in the damn mirror and ASK YOUR JOLLY OL’ SELF why it is that happened? It’s all because of YOU. You screwed everything UP. NOT ME! Oh noooo! NOT MEEEEEE! YOU! I CAN’T BE BLAMED for the piece of SHIT addict that YOU ARE. I can’t be! I CAN’T BE BLAMED for the WALKING DEAD version of yourself I or ONE OF MY BOYS have to look after. I can’t be. So fuck you Xavier! Trying to blame me?! He shakes his head as if he was disappointed in him. LANCE WINTERS: TRYING TO blame me? I was the ONLY FRIEND YOU’VE EVER HAD you son of a bitch. And you try and blame me?! WHERE DO YOU GET THE RIGHT TO ask me WHY?! Much to everyone’s surprise, XAD closed the distance between the two, looking right up at Winters as he grabbed his mic XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: I GET THE RIGHT BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH I’VE FUCKED MY LIFE UP, IT’S STILL MY LIFE, YOU SANCTIMONIOUS SON OF A BITCH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TAKE IT FROM ME?! Everyone was stunned by the outburst from the formerly quiet, shy musician. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Through every up and down, every high and low, it’s MY life. I took accountability for coming into the Pay-Per-View high off of pain meds and every other show that I have before. I took responsibility for the fact that I used that addiction to fuel another, the addiction to being out here in front of these people. Why? Because it’s all I have left. If I never get a shot at another championship again because of what I did, fine. But you… you tried to take EVERYTHING I have left from me. And you’ve got the nerve to call yourself my friend… LANCE WINTERS: THE NERVE? I am your friend. NO..I WAS YOUR FRIEND until you whippd that sparkly dick and PISSED ALL OVER IT. Lance shoves Xavier back. LANCE WINTERS: You know how many times I had to save you? HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO RIGHT YOUR fucking wrongs! I don’t give a damn if you feel you were taking responsibility over everything in your life because ummm, SORRY BUDDY THAT’S just not true. YOU WERE my fucking responsibility. Hell if it wasn’t FOR ME YOU’D be six feet under months ago. The Reaper President shakes his head and turns his back on Xavier leaning up against the ropes. LANCE WINTERS: Can’t believe I’m even having this conversation with you. I should’ve just finished the job right there and then.. XAD was silent for a few moments, just staring hatefully at Lance as if measuring him. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You caused more than enough of my trouble… but we can agree on something… You really should have killed me, Lance. Lance turns around and walks back over to him. Face to face now Winters doesn’t say anything. He grunts. LANCE WINTERS: ..Grim is knocking at your door. “Friend”. Don’t make me be the one to do his bidding. Xavier brushes past him and starts to exit the ring, but stops short with his back towards Winters. Looking down, XAD nodded to himself, before glancing over his shoulder as he looked back at Lance. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...If he’s sending you, then he’d better be ready for two bodies coming instead of just one. “When Doves Cry” Begins playing as XAD hops down off of the ring apron, trudging up the ring apron and not looking back at Winters as he made it back up onto the stage before stopping. He lowered his head and shook it, before finally making his way to the back. ![]() Cameras cut back to office of HKW owner, Brandon Banks. Banks is shown sitting behind his desk, his “Iconic” sweatshirt hood over his head. As the camera pans out, we see the HKW No Limits champion, Felicity, standing in front of Banks’ desk to the delight of the crowd. FELICITY BANKS: You’re really just wasting both of our time right now. Felicity says bluntly as Brandon leans back in his chair. BRANDON BANKS: I don’t think so, Fel. I don’t want you out here thinkin’ that I got some kinda grudge against you because you decided to join the losin’ team at War Games. Brandon laughs, remembering back to War Games a few weeks ago. BRANDON BANKS: All that shit, Fel? Things of the past. You’re still young. You’re bound to make to mistakes still. You’re not ahead of the curve like Luke or me, you know? Felicity rolls her eyes, a sarcastic grin forming on her face. BRANDON BANKS: And I just wanna make sure you know that I forgive ya. No harm, no foul. Plus… Brandon shrugs. BRANDON BANKS: You did save me from gettin’ my head taken off, so… yeah. We good? Not saying anything at first, Felicity lets out a sigh and pulls her No Limits championship off of Brandon’s desk. FELICITY BANKS: Yah, sure. Whatever, Brandon. We’re good. Felicity hoists the No Limits championship over her shoulder and spins around, but stops in place as she sees Luke Wisia barge into Brandon’s office, holding a very familiar looking briefcase. Wisia then clutches the briefcase close to his chest as he stares at Felicity with a pair of widened eyes and a psycho look in his face. LUKE WISIA: This a setup, yo!?! What is SHE doin’ here! Luke points at Felicity with a look of disgust as he refuses to let go of the briefcase with two sets of hands. LUKE WISIA: MINE! THE GO BRIEFCASE IS MINE! I was asked to stop by and I ain’t givin’ up the briefcase to Fel! Is this what this is about!? He walks closer to the scene, holding onto the briefcase with dear life as Wisia shifts his attention from Felicity to Brandon. LUKE WISIA: I found this briefcase fair and square, Brandon. I ain’t givin’ it up. It’s mine. Felicity tries to take everythin’ from me in life already, but after that War Games match, I deserve this. I’m gonna cash this briefcase in on her just to watch her suffer at my hands. You just wait and see… Realizing what was happening, Felicity turns back around and walks back over toward Brandon’s desk. FELICITY BANKS: Wait, that’s the GO briefcase?! Fel tries to grab it out of Luke’s hands, but Luke spins around and clutches it close as if it were his child. FELICITY BANKS: Hold on a damn minute! If anyone should be given that GO briefcase it’s me! I’m the No Limits champion! I’m the workhorse of this entire company! Hell, I’ve done a bunch of firsts already, why not be the first person to hold both the No Limits and World championship?! She drops the No Limits championship onto Brandon’s desk and goes after Luke. She tries to rip the briefcase out of his grasp, but Luke starts kicking his feet in attempt to keep Felicity back. LUKE WISIA: STAY BACK! FELICITY BANKS: NO! IT’S MINE! FINDERS KEEPERS DOESN’T WORK HERE! LUKE WISIA: YES IT DOES! FUCK OFF OR I WILL BITE YOU IN THE FACE! FELICITY BANKS: NO YOU WON’T! The two cousins continue going at it until Brandon reaches into his desk drawer, grabs two tennis balls, and launched them at Felicity and Luke’s head! BRANDON BANKS: Will y’all quit this shit already. Bruh got a migraine as is bein’ around all these ninjas with bad teeth and breath in London. The London faithful is heard booing after Banks’ words. BRANDON BANKS: First off, Luke… that’s the World title go. That ain’t for No Limits. Second off, Fel… ain’t nobody gonna be given that briefcase. That’s not how ish work round here and I ain’t bout to just start handin’ stuff out to people. The HKW owner sits up in his chair and rests his elbows against his desk. BRANDON BANKS: But since y’all both got some good points with finders keepers and workhorses and all that, I just got me an idea! Luke Wisia starts shaking his head wildly as he takes a few steps towards Brandon, but turns around really quickly in Felicity’s direction and snaps. LUKE WISIA: SEE WHAT THE FUCK YOU’VE DONE, YO?!? YOU BOUT TO FUCK THIS UP FOR ME AND THEN I’M GONNA BE REALLY HEATED! I FOUND THIS AND I CAN’T HELP THAT YOU’RE JEALOUS ABOUT IT! I SWEAR TO GOD IF BRANDON TAKES THIS FROM ME WE THROWIN’ DOWN IN THIS OFFICE, FELLY FLOP! Wisia then turns back to Brandon with a smile on his face, pretending that he didn’t just snap out at Felicity and trying his best to seem like an angel. LUKE WISIA: I found this briefcase, bruh. Shit ain’t been around since Zakk Lewis took his ass to eat donuts with the skinny bitches in Ethiopia. You should be thankin’ me that I actually got this jawn back and brought it back to the company. I coulda just kept this shit buried in my backyard like a dog bone and came runnin’ down the ramp whenever I damn well pleased, but nah, I wanted to show ya’ll that I have it and I’m the rightful owner of it now. Whoever holds this briefcase, owns it. That has always been the rules. Wisia holds the briefcase out towards Felicity’s direction as she quickly tries to snatch it out of his hands, but he pulls back to his chest right at the last second before she could take it from him. LUKE WISIA: SIKE, BITCH! NO WONDER YOU GOT YOUR ASS BEAT IN THAT WAR GAMES MATCH! Now furious, Felicity rips her championship off of Brandon’s desk and holds it up as if she were ready to blast Luke with it. FELICITY BANKS: I’m not above knocking you out right now and stealing the briefcase away from you. Test me. It looks like all hell’s about to break loose until Brandon stands up from his seat and throws his arms up in the air. BRANDON BANKS: That’ e-goddamn-nough, bruh. Enough, yo. Enough y’all bickering. Enough y’all fightin’. You don’t see any other family in this business ready to throw the fuck down, do ya?! Jesus fuck… Banks sighs as he takes a seat. BRANDON BANKS: Y’all need to resolve this shit. And I mean like… resolve this shit now. So I got a idea. We got this Illusions pay per view comin’ up and I wanna do somethin’ big. A first in HKW. And since both of y’all each got somethin’ the other wants… The HKW owner chuckles. BRANDON BANKS: Let’s tie all that shit together. We gonna do this. Luke and the World Championship GO briefcase - Felicity and the No Limits championship. We gon’ hang both them sonbitches up in the air, throw some ladders around the ring, and have a winner take all match! A huge smile forms on Felicity’s face while Luke’s face shows that he’s pissed off, before forming a sick smile that obviously shown that he changed his mind about something. BRANDON BANKS: But there’s a catch. Fel gotta keep that title, or it’s just gonna be for the briefcase. Luke can’t lose the briefcase in any way or it’s just gonna be for the title. That mean you try to cash that bitch in and fail? Banks glares over at his younger cousin. BRANDON BANKS: You dumb as shit. Think if I could get y’all to watch each others back for a bit, MAYBE y’all will stop goin’ at each other's throats. LUKE WISIA: So the match made in stone? That’s all I need to know here. He then turns to Felicity with the same sick smile that has been on his face for the past few minutes. LUKE WISIA: I’m down for this match. I’ll take that title away from Fel and take my briefcase at the same time. Then I’ll cash that mother fucker in and be a No Limits and HKW World Champion at the same time. CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE SALTY PEEPS OUT THERE WHEN THAT HAPPENS? IT’S GONNA BE LIKE THE APOCALYPSE HIT! He smiles a sweet and innocent smile at Felicity. LUKE WISIA: You like the sound of this, Fel? You taken enough away from me, it’s bout time I take it all away from you. Shooting a smirk, Felicity simply reaches her hand forward and taps the briefcase before hoisting her championship over her shoulder. FELICITY BANKS: Sounds like the SUPREMEEEEEEEEEEEUHHHHH! is about to take back her throne. She winks and turns around. FELICITY BANKS: Make sure you don’t lose that briefcase, chief. Without another word spoken, Felicity walks out of Brandon’s office, leaving he and Luke behind. LUKE WISIA: The fuck she mean lose this briefcase? I mean shit, that’s possible… hmm… I’m gonna have to take drastic measures to make sure that ain’t gonna happen. Wisia looks back over to Brandon and nods his head. LUKE WISIA: I had your back in that War Games match, but this is completely different war, B. I ain’t takin’ it easy on her and it ain’t gonna be a fun ride for Fel, and when I do take both the briefcase and the title? I don’t wanna hear her come runnin’ to you and bitchin’ bout it. This time it’s Luke who walks away from his cousin and leaves the office and Brandon Banks there alone to see the two members of his family still having bad blood towards each other. BRANDON BANKS: Fuckin’ hell… Banks picks his iPhone up from the desk and taps away at the screen before putting it to his ear. BRANDON BANKS: Doc… schedule them therapy meetings… The feed transitions to ringside. ![]() The scene fades back out into the arena at ringside as Whisper Viperi was seen standing in the middle of the ring ready to announce the next match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is a singles match set for one fall! Cheap pop. Hot mama from California The senorita, the reason these whores be up Pull me up, drink in a 40 up 45, 40 ounces in 40 cups Good nights, motherfucker, bad mornings, huh As "Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits the PA System lights begins to flash purple, white and black. Eva Castro is seen standing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips as she looks around to the crowd. She throws up the LA symbol with her hands and begins to head down the ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Los Angeles, CA.....EEVVVVVAAAAAA CCASSSTTRRRROOOOOO!!!! While making her way down the ramp she looks over to the fans along it and smirks. She then stops in the middle of the ramp looking towards the ring. Standing there for a moment she takes it all in and rolls her neck. Eva begins walking down the rest of the ramp acting as if the fans aren't even there. As she reaches the ring she walks around to the side and slides in. After sliding into the ring she sits up on her knees and looks around to the crowd with a smirk on her face. She then gets up to her feet and walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans on it as she waits for her opponent. BRIAN MASON: Eva looks ready to take on Brad Kane tonight. She has helped Sho Kojima lately playing mind games with the man. JERMAINE MARKS:: Oh Lord he comes with brainwashed ho. RANDY THE PILOT: Shit I don’t know bout you brub he she probably get discount on Japanese food now. The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as the opening guitar is heard echoing through the arena. Fans cheer loudly as "The Hero” by Amon Amarth is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment when the song breaks through. The lights come back on in the arena. Instead of seeing Brad Kance standing there, there was Sho Kojima standing there. The fans began to boo him once they see him standing there and not Brad Kane who was supposed to come down to face Eva. BRIAN MASON: What the? Where’s Brad? RANDY THE PILOT: Apparently not here. Sho makes his way down to the ramp and Eva walks over and snatches the microphone out of Whisper’s hands. Once Sho gets into the ring Eva hands him the microphone. SHO KOJIMA: As you idiots can see, Brad Kane... the legendary, Brad Kane... is not here. The London crowd boos. SHO KOJIMA: And why is he not here? Because he rather be in the United States at the National Championship game instead of being here... wrestling in front of you people. You know why this is so, so amusing? Sho chuckles as he glances over at Eva. SHO KOJIMA: Because not long ago it was Kane who had a problem with me because I did not show up to a match against him. That is what started this bad blood between he and I, and now look at him! He's the one no showing matches. He's the one with no self respect! While I had a reason for my lack of appearance, Kane's is nothing more than he does not care anymore. He comes out here every show and makes it seem like he still wants to be a wrestler, but fact of the matter is... he doesn't. Sho shifts his focus to the camera. SHO KOJIMA: You can tell by his performances and you can tell by his social media page... Kane does not want to wrestle anymore! However... he knows nothing else. All of his returns, all of those not so passionate words that come out of his mouth are because this business is all he knows. The love is gone, and Kane wants nothing more than for someone to put him out of his misery... The crowd boos as Sho focuses his attention toward Eva Castro before looking back at the camera. SHO KOJIMA: And I will be that man, Kane. I will be that man at Illusions if you accept my challenge for a loser leaves town... TAIPAI DEATHMATCH! Sho flings the microphone to the floor as the House of Dyspathy theme plays over the speakers. BRIAN MASON: Taipai Deathmatch?! At Illusions?! RANDY THE PILOT: Only if Kane accepts, fam. Sho and Eva take a moment to acknowledge the crowd before the exit the ring, celebrating as if Eva had just won a hard fought match before Defiance cuts to an add. WINNER: Eva Castro via forfeit (0:00) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:37 PM.
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| Riskodamous | Apr 4 2016, 09:53 PM Post #6 |
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![]() Eli Zayn is shown standing in a hallway backstage. Microphone in hand, he looks directly into the camera as he begins to speak. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the HKW Bloodlust Champion… Ashley Sullivan. Ashley Sullivan, dressed in her ring attire and ready for her shortly against Aries Armadaist to start the All or Nothing Series, HKW Bloodlust Championship belt held across her shoulder proudly. ELI ZAYN: First off Ashley, a month removed from War Ready and it looks like you already have a couple of challengers for Illusions in May, a couple of opponents that you’ve already beaten in Brian Stryker and Nicole Hamilton. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Yes, that’s how it looks doesn’t it. And that’s why it’s disappointing. You said it already, I’ve already beat both of them on my path of bloodlust this few months. The road to making this title really mean something has been paved with them laying flat on their backs and they get up. Not just the fact that I just defending this against Brian but Nicole just got her ass kicked by Salem. What’s she done to show that she deserves another shot besides the prove that she’s nuttier than a Snickers? Because he loopy ass thinks this is her baby? A match for the Bloodlust title needs to be more than just a side show. HKW’s fans expect more than that when they hear the word “bloodlust.” I’ve worked at getting their expectations to that point to turn it around now. ELI ZAYN: You have worked hard, Ashley, and now you have a match in the All or Nothing series coming up. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Damn right I do, and I get a to have some payback against a douchebag that got a cheap win on me awhile ago. Aries got a taste of bloodlust then but it wasn’t full force. Tonight’s another story. Tonight I can make a good start to be an All or Nothing series winner and get something I’ve had as a goal since I came back to HKW, a shot at the world title. I don’t know about you but the Bloodlust title will look damn good next to the top title in this company. The same title Onyx and Fel held and kept it at such a high level. Now it’s my turn and I’m not going to let it pass me by. I’m all about making history. I’m the first two-time Bloodlust Champion and I WILL be the longest reigning. Being the first to hold two singles titles. That’s a hell of an achievement besides the obvious of being on top of the HKW mountain which is one of the highest in this damn business. It’s going to be a long damn trip to the end goal and I’ve got a whole bunch of hurdles to jump before I get there, but I can get one out of the way tonight by taking down the second biggest mouth in HKW. Just like I shut up Luke when I came back to HKW, now I get to work my way down the ladder to number two with Aries. Before Aries can ask another question, Aries walks off camera and in the direction of the arena. The scene opens in the confines of the HKW Interview Area; DEFIANCE Banner present in the background with only a single person standing in front of it; Eli Zayn being missing from this scene. Instead what stood in front of the camera was Aries Armadaist, clad in a black "HARD KNOX WRESTLING" zip up hoodie, with the hood concealing his blonde hair. There was no look of anger on the Canadian's face. No seething or baring of teeth. Just a vacant stare off into the distance as he slowly rubbed his hands together. ARIES ARMADAIST Let's talk for a moment about what it means to be "War Ready." It was more than just the name of an event that took place on March 13th. For a lot of people going into that event, it was a state of mind. To truly believe in the notion of "kill or be killed." I walked into that event on the 13th accepting the fact that I may indeed not walk back out. Hell, there was a large part of me that expected that the only way I was leaving that arena was in the back of an ambulance. I mean, I was going into a match with no rules against a man who's brother I crippled, and then threatened to do the same to his family if he failed to be beat me. I was practically begging Brett to end me at that point.... So imagine my disappointment when the bell rings, and I'm flat on my back... Everything a bit hazy... The match is over... but, I can still feel my toes. Not a sensation I was expecting, as mentioned before.. Then Brett Sands has the nerve to tell me I'm not even worth killing. HE WANTS ME TO SUFFER WITH THE THOUGHT I WASN'T WORTH IT--I'm not gonna get mad. I told myself not to get mad. Aries shut his eyes for a moment as he clenched a pair of shaking fists, taking a moment to collect himself, pushing his hood off his head as he ran his fingers through his bleach blonde locks before continuing. ARIES ARMADAIST This man stands over me on live Pay-Per-View and says to me: "There is no bigger mental anguish than having to live with the fact that someone like me spared you from a fate like the one you gave my brother." That's a direct quote ladies and gentlemen, I've gone back and watched the tape so many times it's become burned into my memory. Brett Sands thinks I will be more miserable having walked out of War Ready on my own two feet than having been carted out.... And he's right. He's absolutely right. It eats at me, I've lost SLEEP thinking about how I'm not worth hating enough to see lying in a motionless LIFELESS HEAP like I left his brother; LIKE I PROMISED TO LEAVE HIS WHOLE FAMILY! No, me getting to walk away because Brett Sands allowed it is truly worse than being stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of my life. After the event I was stuck at a crossroads... What next? What do I do from here? I thought I had every possible angle worked out after that match. If I lost, it was the end of Aries Armadaist. Had I won..? I'd be neck deep in broken bones and Sands corpses. But, here I am... A loser.. Standing on his own two feet. So I thought to myself: Should I chase after Brett? Should I make him regret "sparing me?" Do I take a stroll down to RISE and start systematically BREAKING EVERYBODY HE LOVES?! DO I MAKE HIM WATCH ME END HIS FAMILY AGAIN AND AGAIN, ON AND ON, THE NEXT ONE KNOWING THERE IS NO STOPPING ME; THERE WOULD BE NO GETTING AWAY?! Aries had to stop himself once again, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes for another moment, his hands once again beginning to quake as he reeled himself back before continuing. ARIES ARMADAIST That's what every part of me screamed to do. It's what I wanted to do. I wanted to take all this balled up anger and frustration and MISERY that's now germinating in me and give it back to Brett... But, then a thought occurred. What if I took this anger and frustration....And this misery...And directed it at someone else..? All I've wanted to do is move forward since the incident with Tanner, and now I truly have an opportunity. I have the opportunity to take all these horrible feelings I have in me, and share them with everyone else; not just the Sands! I CAN MAKE EVERYONE IS MISERABLE AS ME! And in Ireland, that's exactly what I did. From the pocket of his hoodie, Aries quickly fished something out, flipping it off his thumb with a loud PING from the metal object. It spiraled through the air for a moment before he snatched it back into his grubby paws, now presenting the object to the camera, holding it between his forefinger and thumb: The Interbrand Gold Ring. ARIES ARMADAIST Now I have this. I took this, and then I broke the man who had it. Joey Miles. Joey if you're out there, I just want you to know... You're not Tanner. I didn't hate you. Hell, I even liked you. You weren't a bad guy. But, you had something I needed--Something I really, really NEEDED , and I had to make sure you wouldn't come try and take it back. But, you learned a valuable lesson in Ireland, didn't you Joey? You learned what I'm gonna teach everybody else. You learned what hate and misery really is, didn't you? I'VE GOT AN ENTIRE FUCKING ROSTER TO SHARE WHAT I KNOW WITH NOW! JOEY MILES WAS THE SECOND ON A LONG LINE OF BODIES THAT ARE GONNA GET PILED UP IN EUROPE! This ring here? This is the start of something...horrible. I've got my first match in the All or Nothing Series tonight. All or Nothing.... Something else that's more than just a name for an event. It's a mind set. All or Nothing; KILL OR BE KILLED! TAKE EVERYTHING AND LEAVE NOTHING! TONIGHT IS MY FIRST MATCH; TONIGHT STARTS WITH YOU ASHLEY SULLIVAN! I've beaten you before, and I know you want nothing else to avenge that loss. Not just for the All or Nothing, but to be able to truly stand tall as a champion. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE LET ME STEAL ANOTHER WIN AWAY FROM YOU, BLOODLUST CHAMPION! IF YOU HAVE ANY PRIDE AS A CHAMPION, WILL YOU STOP AT NOTHING TO MAKE SURE I CAN'T SAY I'VE BESTED YOU TWICE! I've already proven how far I'll go to get what I want, Sullivan. Ask yourself, can you truly say you're prepared to go just as far? Because if not, then you're already fucking dead. Aries, now finally wearing the scowl he's known for, looked down at his ring, clenching it within his fist once again before giving the lens one final glare before the scene faded to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is an All Or Nothing Series 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 stage hand 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 Windsor, Ontario, Canada, he is the current Interbrand Gold Ring holder...ARIES ARMADAIST!!! BRIAN MASON: Aries Armadaist is the new interbrand gold ring holder, winning it a few days ago at our Dublin live event and proceeding to break Miles’ neck after the match. Did Brett Sands wake something up in Aries after defeating him? JERMAINE MARKS: Hell yeah, slime! Aries made all these promises about crippling the entire Sands family and was instead spared by Brett Sands. He don’t like that shit one bit and he gonna prove it tonight. RANDY THE PILOT: Aries is a fucking piece of shit and needs to stop killing all my favorite wrestlers. "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: Ladies and gentlemen, 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 Sullivan successfully defended her title at War Ready against Brian Stryker in what was a brutal match! Does she have enough in her tonight to take down a man that beat her once before? JERMAINE MARKS: No, she don’t, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: I disagree. I think she’s about to whoop his ass. ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH Aries Armadaist vs. Ashley Sullivan DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! The bell rings and Ashley and Aries slowly circle the ring before Aries extends out his right hand, looking for a handshake as he offers Ashley a smile. The Bloodlust champion stares at the Interband Gold Ring holder’s hand for a second before she shakes her head, knowing that this is a trap! Aries continues smiling as he retracts his extended hand...before he charges forward and attempts a clothesline, only for Ashley to duck underneath it! When Aries turns around, he is met with a dropkick that sends him stumbling through the ropes and out of the ring! BRIAN MASON: Aries thought he could take the early advantage here, but Ashley Sullivan had other plans! JERMAINE MARKS: Aries gotta be smart about this slime. Losing his first match in this bitch would not be good for his chances in the whole thing. Armadaist slowly gets up on the outside and is met with a baseball slide that drops him back down onto the ground, courtesy of Sullivan! The Bloodlust champ then grabs him by the head after she fully exits the ring and drives it into the apron before she rolls him into the ring slowly. The young woman then slides in and goes for the cover, attempting the first pin of the match! RANDY THE PILOT: Sully tryna end this early! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Ashley gets to her feet after the kickout and steps away from Aries, who rolls over onto all fours. The champ motions for the ring holder to get to his feet and once the ring holder does, albeit in a keeled over position, the champ rushes forward and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker! She goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Ash with a nice swinging neckbreaker right there! Could she have Aries here? ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sullivan gets to her feet after the kickout and lets out a sigh before she grabs Armadaist by the head and slowly gets him up. Ash then tries to irish whip him into the ropes, but Aries reverses and sends her to the ropes instead. When Sullivan bounces back, she is dropped with a Lou Thesz Press from Armadaist, who then proceeds to rain down rights to the skull of the Bloodlust champion! JERMAINE MARKS: And just like that, Aries takes control of the match, slime! Aries quickly grabs Ashley by her hair and gets her up to both feet before he catches her with a headbutt that causes her to go a bit weak. Aries continues to headbutt his opponent until she finally gives in, falling to the mat after her opponent releases her. The ring holder then hits the ropes before he comes back towards the laid out body of Ashley Sullivan and hits a running senton, knocking the wind out of her! The Interbrand Ring holder then goes for his first pin attempt of the night, yelling at the ref to count! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s a probably a broken right there. Ash Sully weighs about 55 pounds. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: No! Not enough for Aries to pick up some points! Armadaist shakes his head as he gets to his feet afterwards and stares down the laid out Sullivan. Aries then stomps away as Ashley before getting her up to both feet and throwing her into the ropes. Once she bounces back, he takes her down with a clothesline to boos from the UK audience. Armadaist then taunts the fans a bit before he grabs Sullivan, lifts her, and plants her with a brainbuster to more boos! Aries then goes for the cover, looking to lock in a victory! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, he dropped her right on her skull! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries slaps the mat in frustration after the kickout, clearly believing that that brainbuster was enough to put the Bloodlust champion away! The ring holder gets to his feet seconds later and immediately begins climbing the nearest corner’s turnbuckles. Once at the top, Aries leaps off and attempts a diving headbutt...but Ashley moves out of the way at the last second, forcing Aries to faceplant it! Both competitors struggle to get to their feet, but Ashley quickly moves forward and rolls Aries up into a small package pin! RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit! Ash got em right here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: No! Still not enough for this match to end! Both competitors scramble to their feet again after the kickout, but Sullivan is again much faster than Armadaist as she quickly moves forward and catches him into a crucifix pin, getting a cheer out of the audience! JERMAINE MARKS: This little bitch about to steal one, slime! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Once again, Aries kicks out, getting a sigh from the audience! Ashley quickly gets to her feet while Aries is slowly to do so, allowing her to sneak up behind him. Once she’s in perfect position, the Bloodlust champion rushes forward, grabs the ring holder’s head, and plants him with a one-handed bulldog! Sullivan goes for the cover again! RANDY THE PILOT: Sully on fire right now! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Sullivan lets out a frustrated grunt after the latest kickout, not liking the fact that Armadaist won’t go down easy. The champion gets to her feet after the kickout and waits for the ring holder to get up to both feet as well. Once Aries does, Ashley hops on his back and quickly locks in a sleeper hold to cheers from the audience! The ring holder’s arms flail around as he realizes the position he’s in, while the audience chants at Ashley to “choke him out”! BRIAN MASON: Sullivan has the sleeper hold locked in! Looks like Aries is done for! Aries seems to be fading after a minute of the hold being locked in, eventually dropping to a knee as the audience continues to cheer on his foe. However, the ring holder all of a sudden seems to find a second wind and gets to his feet again before running backwards, driving the Bloodlust champ’s back into the corner! He repeats this process until she finally releases him and leans up against the corner, allowing Aries to then turn around and grabs Ashley before sending her flying with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! The ring holder then quickly rushes over and goes for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, he just threw that bitch across the ring! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, that still ain’t enough? Think Aries about to take this L, which is deserving after he killed my dude Miles and crippled Tanner. Aries gets to his feet and motions for Ashley to do the same. Sullivan eventually gets to a knee, allowing a smiling Armadaist to charge forward before hitting a step up hip attack to her head! The Bloodlust champ drops to the mat and the ring holder frantically goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: The Skidmark Wizard! I think Aries may have just put this match away right here! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Ashley kicks out and Aries can’t believe it! He gets to his feet and hears the audience taunting him, forcing him to turn his attention away from Ashley and let them know what he thinks of them. Armadaist then goes back over to Sullivan, only to get pulled into a small package! JERMAINE MARKS: Oh shit, slime! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both competitors scramble to their feet after the kickout, but Ashley quickly catches Aries with a hurricanrana pin! The audience cheers and count along with the ref! RANDY THE PILOT: Hurricanrana pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Once again, Aries kicks out at two! Both he and Ashley get to their feet as quickly as possible, but he catches her with a kick to the gut before she can attempt another move! Armadaist then throws Sullivan into the ropes, but she handsprings off of them and towards her opponent, catching him with a back elbow! Sullivan goes for the cover again as the audience counts along with the ref once more! BRIAN MASON: Just A Dream! Aries is done for! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT! Ash lets out a sigh but quickly gets to her feet afterwards. She grabs Aries and drags him closer to the corner before she exits out onto the apron and quickly climbs the turnbuckles. Once at the top, Sullivan nods at the cheering audience before she leaps off and goes for a swanton bomb...only for Aries to move out of the way at the last second! JERMAINE MARKS: Crash and burn, slime! Sullivan lands back first onto the mat and the audience immediately begins to die down. Both Aries and Ashley slowly get to their feet afterwards, Armadaist just beating his opponent to it. Once the Bloodlust champ is up, the ring holder charges forward and drops her with a knockout punch! Sullivan crumples to the mat and Armadaist goes for the cover as the audience boos! RANDY THE PILOT: That’s it! P.O.K.E. about to get Aries the win! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...ARIES ARMADAIST!!! Aries gets his hand raised after the match to boos before he is handed the gold ring back. Aries then proceeds to berate the UK audience after the match as they boo him loudly, letting him know that they don’t like him. WINNER: Aries Armadaist (15:05) Edited by Riskodamous, Apr 4 2016, 09:57 PM.
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![]() A video footage comes onto the titantron and begins to play, on the lower left corner there are some bolded words that read: “EARLIER TODAY”. The back of Eli Zayn is shown as he leaves the arena through one of the back exits. He walks out into the parking lot and begins to look around before briefly looking down at his watch. ELI ZAYN: They said they saw him pulling up this direction? Eli asks, looking at the camera man. The camera moves up then down, similar to a nod. Eli chuckles then turns to the sound of a loud engine. The camera zooms into a blue and white Bugatti that enters the parking lot and drives around to the side. After a short while, James Shark exits the car by himself. He’s wearing some dark sun glasses along with a plain black shirt and some gold chains that hang over top it. He carries a large bag over his shoulder that contains his wrestling gear in it, the camera zooms away from him as he begins to come their way. As soon as he spots Eli, he lets out an unsatisfied groan. JAMES SHARK: Really? You again? Waiting for me out here too huh? Can’t even step into the damn arena without you wanting to chit chat. ELI ZAYN: I just want to have a few words with you James, that’s all. Shark sighs and stops walking in front of Eli. JAMES SHARK: Why couldn’t I be put on Subversion so I can have fine ass Tiffany follow me around? You doing it make a chill go down my spine. Feel like I’m gonna be comin out of the showers one day with you standin there holding my towel in one hand, and your stupid fucking microphone in the other. “How was your shower James? What kind of soap did you use? Did you wash your balls, if not I would be happy to do that for you.” Shit. That corny ass smile on your face too. Did anyone tell you, you got the eyes of a pedophile too? I know what they look like, Stefan Raab used to stalk me too. Eli scrunches his face. ELI ZAYN: What? Last time we even spoke it was at War Ready…Ugh. Never mind. I just wanted to ask you about a certain video that has been surfacing online said to be taken after that same Pay Per View. You’re backstage after your match and saying some pretty harsh things about Jinzai. Apparently this match you have tonight was even just supposed to be Nicole and Fran but you asked to get put into it just so you can have a crack at Jin. Can you confirm any of this? Again Shark sighs. He slowly takes off his designer sunglasses and folds them up, putting them in its case that he took out of his pocket. As he does this, there’s a short smile growing along his face. JAMES SHARK: Yall can believe whatever you want to believe. At the end of the day, all I’m going to say is this… Jinzai, has to be, without a doubt, one of the weakest females I’ve ever encountered in this sport. You know, that bitch has been around for a good minute and I’ve always heard nothing but good things about em. After sharing the ring with him, I just don’t agree with all the positive remarks the fans throw his way. Shark shrugs his shoulders JAMES SHARK: He ain’t better than me bruh, there ain’t a damn thing he can do better than me even. I’m superior to that little gook. All that hype surrounding his overrated ass and he turned out to be the weakest link on his team. Zero fucked up picking that chink. Eli looks to be disgusted by Shark’s racist words, he opens his mouth to speak but Shark quickly speaks out again. JAMES SHARK: Nah listen. Don’t talk, just listen. He has no heart. He gave up that night. I was even tellin’ Brandon bout that shit minutes after. I don’t know how I can even consider that a win for myself. I felt like something was just handed to me. Luke was gassed up alright? We all were but Luke ain’t had nothing left in the tank. You should’ve heard the way he was breathing in there, acting like someone poked holes in his lungs. When he hit Jin with that so called “Bank Shot superkick”… Shark does the bunny ears with his hands as he says that. JAMES SHARK: It had absolutely no power to it at all, it was sloppy as hell and that’s what knocked out Jinzai….that’s what won the match…I swear to God a fly could’ve crashed into Jinzai’s face and that probably woulda knocked him out too. When Luke fell on top of him it looked like he got shot. Yall seen the way he fell right? Like his soul left him. Jinzai couldn’t even push his lifeless body off of him, man. Fucking ridiculous. A 5 star match ruined because of a 1 star finish. Before Eli could ask any more questions, Shark storms away from him and heads into the arena. Eli slowly turns around and looks back at the camera man. He raises his eyebrows, looking a bit surprised at how this small interview turned out. JAMES SHARK: Well there you have it Ladies and Gentlemen, James Shark, always humble. Tonight’s handicap match just got a whole lot more interesting…. ![]() The scene cuts to what appears to be a poorly handmade sign, after a few seconds we can hear the sound of a woman’s voice humming an off-key tune to what we can only imagine must be and introductory sogn to whatever this is… The sign itself reads: “BUILDING THE TEAM VOL 1: A NAME” JINX HEXTALL: Welcome to the first edition of Building the Team! A Reese-Hextall joint! The handmade sign falls out of view, revealing a smiling Jenny ‘Jinx’ Hextall and an unimpressed Reese Spencer. Both women are dressed up like college professors… well, Jinx is, Spencer appears to be clad in a porn parody’s adaptation of what a professor looks like. REESE SPENCER: … we have got to think of a better name for this. Jinx blushes at that flat comment before giving her partner a cheesy thumbs-up. Quickly she turns back to the camera. JINX HEXTALL: Well, you’re right! In fact that is exactly what this first edition is supposed to help solve. You see HKW-viewer faithful - and even those who are watching because they’re waiting till Skinemax comes on because they forgot the internet is a thing - Reese and I are awesome, both as single independant women and as a unified fighting force! At the independant line Jinx z-snaps… Reese does not, instead she seems fascinated that her lab coat is producing the almost comical amount of cleavage it is at that moment. JINX HEXTALL: The problem here is that we’re still figuring out how all our individual pieces and talents can come together to form and unstoppable Voltron of asskickery in that ring, because we’re two very different people! Step one in our quest for our unified identity… At that she rushes off screen before carrying a white board into frame. Not missing a beat Spencer reaches off screen and produces a black marker. REESE SPENCER: … is a team name. Something that symbolizes who we are while at the same time letting everyone who hear’s it know about my flawless beauty and Jinx’s… She trails off as the Canadian woman tries to wink into the lens sexily, and fails on every level. REESE SPENCER: … uh, personality. Normally a team would be sitting in a room for hours trading ideas back and forth, waiting to see what sticks, but frankly, I have better stuff to do than lower myself to th- JINX HEXTALL: -WHAT my partner means is that we’ve decided to make this inclusive to you, the fans. We’re gonna accept any and all team name suggestions, then we’ll narrow it down to the top 8 and poll you all after that! Democracy at it’s finest! Spencer adopts an indignant expression at being cut off REESE SPENCER: Didn’t you say you were too busy marathoning Netflix shows to wanna meet up as well!? JINX HEXTALL: You can’t prove that! Reese rolls her eyes as she focuses back on the camera. REESE SPENCER: Anyways, yay for the democratic process of picking our team name! I do totally trust everyone to come up with something that doesn’t completely suck. Trust me, I refuse to acknowledge any stupid name. JINX HEXTALL: And hopefully by the time we adopt this moniker we will already be your HKW Tag Team Champions! Now can a sistah get a high-five!? She holds out her hand, a huge smile on her face as she looks at Spencer, who in turn looks at her hand as though it were polluting her presence. JINX HEXTALL: … don’t leave me hangin’ now! … long, awkward pause. JINX HEXTALL: … aaaaanytime now! At that moment Reese’s low-cut professors jacket chooses that moment to pop a button, which conveniently gets the Canuck woman in the eye. JINX HEXTALL: AIGH-WHY!? REESE SPENCER: Not my fault! You okay!? And with that we cut elsewhere. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a three on two handicap match! The lights in the arena shut off completely as the mini titantron turns on and shows violent ocean waves. The ramp lights up with different shades of blue as Where the hood at by DMX plays through the speakers. Once the song kicks in the pyro goes off and the arena lights turn on and flicker wildly to go along with the tune. The fans in attendance stand up in and begin to shower Shark with mixed reactions as he jumps out of the curtains. James Shark walks down the ramp in extreme confidence, his head up high and a cocky grin glued to his face. As he nears the ring he looks around at the crowd and motions for a female to flash. It doesn't take long for one attention whore to do so and the camera captures every bit of it as faces of James Shark smiling are used to censor the titties. James takes off his shirt and tosses it at the woman who then proceeds to smell his shirt looking in love. Shark runs the rest of the way down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring. Once in the ring he's in there like he owns it, giving orders to both the ring announcer and the referee before jumping up onto one of the turnbuckles. He breathes in the electric energy of the crowd and raises his hands up slowly. He nods his head and begins to talk some smack, the broadcast isn't able to pick up what he's saying but it's pretty easy to read his lips. He jumps off of the turnbuckle and leans against it in the corner, listening to his music - looking relaxed and treating this like just another day. WHISPER VIPERI: LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN, BOOYS N GIIIRLS, WELLLCOMEEE TO THE JAAAAMES SHAAARK SHOW!! Here's your host, from the mean streets of Brooklyn New York... standing at six feet tall and weighing in a one hundred and ninety pounds! Heeeeeeeeeere's Sharky!!!!!! "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. 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 from Chicago, IL, Nicole Hamilton! As the fans erupt into a chorus of boos a beautiful yellow colored Hummer is seen driving into the arena on the side of the entrance ramp. A muscular man wearing a wig exits the driver's seat then walks to the back - opening the door to allow Fran to get out of her Hummer. Captain HKW steps out raising her No Limits Championship up high to the people. Fran inhaled as she moved down the ramp looking out to the audience with a disgusted look on her face. Even going as far as to snatch her arm away from a child who reached out to tap her arm. She shot a mean stare at the fans before proceeding down the ramp. Fran gets into the squared ring with some enthusiasm. Walking to one side of it in order to wait for the next person to come out. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first/next currently residing in Boca Raton, Florida....The Fleexican!.....The NO LIMITS CHAMPION!!! CAPTAIN HKWWWW, FRANNNNNNNNNNNN! 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. 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 hoping down onto the floor. WHISPER VIPERI: From the City of Philadelphia, Brian Stryker! 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 isleway, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the isle 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 hodded 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: Making his way to the ring, From New York City, weighing in at 199 Pounds, JINZAI!!! HANDICAP MATCH James Shark, Fran, Nicole Hamilton vs. Brian Stryker and Jinzai DING! DING!! DING!!! One corner starts off with Nicole Hamilton as the other corner starts with Brian Stryker. They waste no time locking up in the middle of the ring, but Nicole slides off to the side as Stryker keep reaching out for a grapple. Nicole hits the ropes, but on the return it’s Stryker who hits back with a crossbody to bring her down, motions for her to get back up, then follows up with a snapmare, and a running hurricanerana before she can get back to her feet once again. Nicole rolls off to the corner and turns around and tags in Fran, who slowly enters the ring, but turns right back around and tags Nicole back into the match before she realizes what’s going on. Hamilton raises an eyebrow at her partner, but gets back into the ring anyway with a little confused look on her face. BRIAN MASON: I think Nicole tagged out because Brian Stryker surprised her with a few shots here and there that she didn’t expect to happen, but Fran just tagged her back in! JERMAINE MARKS: Fran still hurtin’ from that War Games match, bruh. RANDY THE PILOT: She coulda still have tried some, though. Nicole don’t look too bothered. Nicole jockeys back for position and they lock back up in the middle of the ring before Hamilton delivers an eye rack to Styker that the referee wasn’t in position to see. Brian falls back into the corner as Nicole runs forward and looks to deliver a set of double knee, but Styker moves out of the way just in time! She stumbles back and falls down in the middle of the mat until Striker climbs up to the middle rope in the corner and hits a corkscrew moonsault, lifting a leg for the pin shortly after. ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Nicole forces a shoulder off the mat as the crowd is trying to cheer Stryker on, but he lifts Hamilton back up to her feet by her hair and drags her over to the corner to tag in Jinzai. Jin comes into the ring and springboards from the top rope with a flying forearm smash to bring down Hamilton, but she ducks underneath the first attack, then fires back with a swinging neckbreaker as Jinzai turns around to throw him a surprise. Nicole rolls out of the way, dives forward, and tags in James Shark as the crowd grows into a frenzy. Sharks comes into the ring, looks Jinzai up and down, forming a smirk across his face. JERMAINE MARKS: Ain’t too long ago that we saw these two guys in the War Games match, slim. RANDY THE PILOT: A match where they both fought hard. Shark found his feet here in HKW, and Jinzai put everything he had on the line. BRIAN MASON: But in the end it was James Shark standing tall with his team to get the win. He’s looking to do the same here tonight. Shark and Jin lock up in the middle of the ring now, both looking a little groggy and sore from their match at War Ready, but Shark forces Jinzai into a headlock, who gets whipped into the ropes by Jinzai and surprises Shark with a Pele Kick when he returns! It wasn’t enough to bring Shark down, but it was enough to send him back into the ropes, where it looks like Jinzai is going for another move, but it’s Shark who turns him inside out with a spinning heel kick to the gut. He lifts Jinzai back to his feet by his hair, but jawbreaker from Jinzai at the last moment! Jinzai hits the ropes and returns with a springboard high knee lift to takedown Shark, and make the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shark throws a shoulder off the match before the three count, and Jinzai tags in Stryker before Shark can make it back to his corner, both Nicole and Fran reaching out for a tag to help him out. BRIAN MASON: Jinzai with some nice offense there to get the two count on James Shark. RANDY THE PILOT: It’s still two on three, though, bruh. Stryker tries to get to Shark before the tag, but he dives forward and it’s Fran’s hand he tags as she comes back into the ring, putting Stryker down with a Russian leg sweep, then turns back around and tags back in Nicole, shaking her head as she exits the ring to let the Hamilton come back in. JERMAINE MARKS: Is Fran playin’? RANDY THE PILOT: Think she still ain’t feelin’ it from that War Games match. We done said this. Nicole is the one to bring down Stryker with a single leg sweep, then a tilt a whirl scissors takedown! Striker is back up as he falls back into the corner and Nicole follows up with a crossbody to the turnbuckles! Nicole turns around and tags back in Shark and they get a fresh set of legs into the match as James comes back in and hits Stryker with a spinning neck breaker before he can make a tag to Jinzai in the corner. Shark shakes a finger at Jinzai and makes him watch as he pulls Stryker back up to his feet, then hiptosses him into an armbar so that his tag team partner can only watch as he locks in the hold. Jinzai is reaching out to try and help Stryker with a tag, but Shark forces him back towards the middle of the ring and locks it in tighter. Shark lets go of the lock, then hits the ropes, nailing a spear on Stryker, turning back around to Jinzai with a smirk on his face, before hitting him with a forearm smash as well! Nicole is pointing at Styker from her corner and asking him “where his partner is now”. Shark tags back in Nicole, who comes in and nails a front dropkick, then tagging in Fran, who hits a one handed bulldog of her own, before tagging back in Shark. It looks like Shark is going to end this as he goes for the Swag Out! But Stryker rolls out of the way just in time of the punch, and hits First Stryke! Brian and Shark both fall to one knee, but Styker looks back to his corner to only see Jinzai just not getting himself positioned back on the ropes. BRIAN MASON: That’s the breather Styker needed to make the tag here. RANDY THE PILOT: But he ain’t gonna, look at this. Nicole is on the outside and pulls Jinzai’s legs out from underneath him to cause Jin to hit his jaw on the mat on the way down right before Stryker can make any form of tag. Biran hopelessly turns around to get himself back into the match, but it’s James Shark with the Swag Out in the middle of the ring as he lifts the leg and points to the mat for the referee to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winners by pinfall…. JAMES SHARK, NICOLE HAMILTON, AND FRAN! Nicole joins Shark in the ring and gets in Stryker’s face before getting their hands raised by the referee, Fran joining Shark on the other side, even though she didn’t do much wrestling, but wanted to enjoy the celebration all the same with a smirk across her face. JERMAINE MARKS: Game. Set. Match. Slim. James Shark ain’t here to play. BRIAN MASON: Well, what did you really expect? A handicap match all while you have people like Nicole making the odds even more unfair with that cheap shot to Jinzai. RANDY THE PILOT: I gotta agree, they ain’t stand much of a chance to begin with. The trio of winners leave the ring and are making their way up the ramp as Shark is still holding his arms up in celebration. Jinzai slides into the ring to check up on Styker, but he seems to alright as Brian is resting his arms on his knees and shaking his head, no words to really explain how they were simple just outnumbered and the other side was going to do anything cheap to keep them out of the game. Back at the top of the ramp, Shark, Nicole, and Fran are still laughing and staring at the pair of Jinzai and Stryker in the middle of the ring as they make their way backstage and the camera fades to black. WINNERS via PINFALL: JAMES SHARK, FRAN, AND NICOLE HAMILTON (8:34) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:39 PM.
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![]() Defiance comes back from commercial to reveal No Limits champion, Felicity Banks, standing in the middle of a hallway with her No Limits championship in her hand. She’s staring at one of the Defiance advertisement posters, this one featuring her and the Godfather of the House of Dyspathy, Rhys Baines. FELICITY BANKS: Wonder what he did to earn a title match. So many deserving people in the back, but they decide to go with Rhys Baines. Not anyone who’s actually done something worth talking about… but Rhys Baines. Felicity shrugs her shoulders, looking away from the poster as she takes a step down the hallway. FELICITY BANKS: Meh. No big deal. Just another match and another successful defense for me. Can’t help but think that this is really just punishment from Bra-- Letting out a sigh, Felicity stops in mid speech and grinds down on her teeth. FELICITY BANKS: That’s dumb. I’m being dumb. Brandon wouldn’t have put me in this winner take all match with Luke at Illusions if he wanted to punish me... She glares down at her No Limits championship, holding it closer to her face. FELICITY BANKS: … or would he? The No Limits champion gets stuck in her own head for a moment, not realizing that walking up behind her was none other than her half brother, Jensen Banks. JENSEN BANKS: Are you seriously talking to yourself in the middle of the hallway? Felicity sharply spins around and shoots Jensen a dirty look. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t really have that many friends back here, Jenny. Onyx is gone, Talia is gone, and Ina’s on Subversion. The list of people that I could talk to is kind of limited right now. She hoists the No Limits championship over her shoulder and cocks her head to the side. FELICITY BANKS: What are you doing here anyway? ?Ohhhhhhh, I already know! You’ve come to tell me that Rhys is forcing you to screw me out of my title tonight or else he’s going to do… whatever the hell to you? Jensen sighs. JENSEN BANKS: Trust me when I tell you that I don't even want to be here right now. Hell, I don't wanna even sit ringside for this match because I know the asshole is gonna tell me to come help him during it. The No Limits champion rolls her eyes, clearly agitated by Jensen’s words. FELICITY BANKS: Well, in life you always have a choice. Nobody can force you to do anything, Jensen. Not sure why you’re suddenly gonna start acting like Rhys’s bitch, but it’s really not necessary. She shrugs. FELICITY BANKS: What can he really do, Jensen? Take Gage away? Because I’m suuuuure he really wants to do that, right? Pretty sure if he cared about him at all he’d of at least tried to get back into his life by now. Fact is… Another shrug from the No Limits champion. FELICITY BANKS: Rhys and the rest of the House peasants feed off of control. If they don’t have control, they’re not worth a single, solitary damn. They tried to control the tag team division by having Kyo and Adonis to do their bidding. And now? They’re trying to control you so that yoooooou do their bidding. She pauses, staring up at the ceiling while pondering something over. FELICITY BANKS: Which is kind of pathetic since there’s like seven of them already. The young man from Brooklyn scowls as he stares at his sibling. JENSEN BANKS: He wouldn’t take Gage away because he loves him or anything, don’t get that twisted. He’d take the kid so he could turn him into what I was before I was released from The Family. And honestly, he doesn’t deserve that. Jensen rubs the back of his neck as he continues talking. JENSEN BANKS: But I promise you, if he tries to force me to get involved in this match...it’s not gonna end well for him. I don’t screw over my actual family for someone who is a shell of himself. For someone who seems to have lost any shred of humanity he actually had left. Just...just trust me when I tell you this, Fel. Not saying a word at first, Felicity simply nods her head and starts taking short steps backwards. FELICITY BANKS: Will do. The No Limits champion turns around nonchalantly and starts walking down the hallway away from Jensen. JENSEN BANKS: Thanks… The young man then lets out another sigh before he heads off towards the opposite direction. ![]() The scene fades backstage now where Lance Winters was seen walking down a hallway noticeably by himself. He reaches into his pocket and pull out a cigarette. As he does so he pats his cut and pants pockets. LANCE WINTERS: Where the hell DID I put that darn thing? He looks over to see a crew worker walking past. LANCE WINTERS: HEY, you got a light LADDIE?! The young man looks around and points to himself shocked that Winters was speaking to him. LANCE WINTERS: YES YOU. Do you have a LIGHT OR NOT? CREW WORKER: Yes! Yes I do Mr. Winters. But uh, I don’t think you can smoke that fag in here, mister. Winters grunts. LANCE WINTERS: I DON’T CARE. I need a damn smoke. Hurry up. The crew worker nervously goes ahead and lights up Lance’s cigarette. The Prez takes a pull from the cigarette and nods. LANCE WINTERS: THANKS BUD. Now do me a FAVOR and beat it. The crew worker didn’t waste any time to get the hell out of there after Winters told him to. Lance continued to walk down the hallway puffing away on his cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: Why? Mother fucker actually asked me WHY...Who the HELL does he think he is? Lance turned around a corner, opening up the door that lead into the parking lot when all of a sudden a small blur slams into him from behind, sending him tumbling to the ground. Xavier Asher Daniels began unloading on Winters with hard right hands, even as the Prez began to cover up from the blows raining down on him XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: THE REAPER’S COMING FOR ME, HUH LANCE!?! WHERE IS HE NOW! BRING HIM OUT, PREZ! XAD was unhinged as he brought himself up to his feet, putting the boots to Winters as he tried to keep out of the reach of the much larger man. Scrambling off to the side, he had the bass guitar that he’d play during his entrances as he waited for Lance to stand up. Just as Lance turned around, XAD slammed the guitar full force right across his head, shattering it as Winters crumbled down to the ground! Breathing heavily, XAD looked down at the broken remains of what was his guitar, and down to Lance’s unconscious form. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Next time… next time you want to try and take all of THIS from me… you better make sure you don’t hold back… Spitting beside the unconscious body, he began to walk off, leaving Lance all alone as he entered into the hallway. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP! The camera shows Jensen Banks sitting at ringside per the request of Rhys Baines a few weeks back. JERMAINE MARKS: Hope homeboy ready to watch his sister lose her title. BRIAN MASON: The Supreme is not going to lose, thank you very much. RANDY THE PILOT: You such a goddamn fanboy, Mason. "I Hope You Suffer" blares throughout the arena as Rhys Baines slowly makes his way through the curtain, followed by some of his fellow HOD members. He is met with a round of boos before he slowly makes his way down to the ring, cracking his neck. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, the challenger… from Cardiff, Wales; weighing in at 222 pounds, representing HOD, he is RHYS BAINES! Baines reaches ringside and looks out at the audience with disdain before he slowly makes his way over to the steel steps. He makes his way up the steel steps and into the ring before he slowly removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside. Baines then shadowboxes as he paces in his designated corner, waiting for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: And now, the champion… The crowd begins to stir, Felicity letting the anticipation build before she makes her entrance. Rhys hops around in place, patiently waiting for his opponent. JERMAINE MARKS: She playin’ head games right now, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but I don’t think she’s getting in a ghosts head. Rhys shoots Jensen a look but then turns his attention to the ramp once he hears: "Heeeeeeeeeeyo, here comes the danger up in this club When we get started we ain't gon' stop This is your last warning, a courtesy call" "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp. "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the "Queen of Pro Wrestling" comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and the No Limits Championship strap around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Queen" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect before she walks toward the ring steps. "WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey! She is the current REIGNING AND DEFENDING HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION... THE SUPREME... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! Once up the steps, Felicity walks to the middle of the apron, turns around, and sprawls her arms out to her sides while soaking in the cheers from the crowd. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, finally climbing up to the middle rope and unbuckling the No Limits championship from her waist. She stares out into the crowd and holds the No Limits championship in the air while the crowd continues to bow down to her. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Once seated, Felicity reaches down to her wrist and grabs an armband with the letters "ML" on it, pulls it up to her bicep and sets the No Limits championship on her lip as she waits for the match to begin. BRIAN MASON: Let’s go! BIG MATCH TIME! RANDY THE PILOT: We finna see some heads whiplash through this match. With Rhys’ elbow and Fel’s knees? Someone’s lights going out. JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeeeeeee, like Masedawg said.. LET’S GO! The referee holds the HKW No Limits championship high in the air, showing the world what was at stake. Afterwards, he hands the championship to Whisper Viperi and ringside and calls for the bell! NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP Felicity Banks © vs. Rhys Baines DING! DING!! DING!!! The sound of the bell echoes throughout the arena as the No Limits champion remains motionless in her corner, while her challenger does the same exact thing. It doesn’t it look either competitor is in a rush to get things started as Rhys looks over toward the commentary stable and sees Jensen Banks sitting next to Randy the Pilot. Felicity sees her opening and charges toward Rhys for a jumping high knee, but Rhys sees it coming and sidesteps out of the way! Felicity’s momentum sends her running into the corner, giving Rhys the opening to grab Felicity by the hair and rip her back. Rhys attempts a forearm to the face, but Felicity ducks it and stomps down on Rhys’ foot! RANDY THE PILOT: Hahahaha! JERMAINE MARKS: Aye, don’t laugh, slime! When someone step on yo toes or when you stub the jawn that shit hurt! BRIAN MASON: Believe that’s exactly why the SUPREMAAAAAAH has that in her repertoire. With Rhys hobbling around on one leg, Felicity sneaks up behind him and clips the leg! Rhys goes down to the ground, giving Felicity the opening to bounce off the ropes and attempt the high-arc jumping knee… … but Rhys gets out of the way! Felicity rolls through and pops right up to her feet, but she turns around right into huge elbow strike from the former Lionheart champion. Felicity falls back into the corner, but as Rhys pushes forward, Felicity explodes out of the corner and connects with a jumping clothesline to the bigger Rhys Baines! Baines doesn’t go down, but Felicity continues her attack by running off the ropes and landing a jumping high knee to the back Rhys’ head, knocking him out of the ring and right in front of Jensen! Not wasting any time, Felicity measures Rhys up and waits for him to stand up before she picks up a full head of speed and executes a beautiful low-rope suicide dive, sending Rhys’ all the way back into the announce table! RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn it, yo! Almost spilled by code red Mountain Dew. JERMAINE MARK: I’d keep that shit protected, fam. Don’t look like they’re done. Felicity shoots a look over in Jensen’s direction as she grabs Rhys by his hair and begins pulling back on his nose! Rhys defends himself by elbowing Felicity in the midsection, and tossing her face first into the steel ring post! Rhys takes a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head, then glances over at Jensen with a sinister smirk on his face. Rhys begins stalking toward Felicity, pulls her up by her hair, and rolls her into the ring. He shoots Jensen back a look and then hops onto the apron, only to get taken back down with the “Most Amazing Dropkick” from Felicity! Instead of going right at him, Felicity climb up to the top rope! She waits for Rhys to stand up, then jumps around before diving off with a moonsault! BRIAN MASON: SUPREME SOARS! But Rhys catches her on his shoulder! He stumbles back a few steps before he picks up a full head of steam and sends Felicity face first into the steel post! This time, Rhys manages to bust open the scar on Felicity’s head from War Games, the blood pouring down Felicity’s face and into her eyes. Rhys simply laughs it off before he starts stomping away at the Supreme’s midsection! He pulls her up by her hair, wipes some blood from her forehead, then flicks at Jensen Banks! BRIAN MASON: That is sick! RANDY THE PILOT: Look like Jensen’s about to flip shit, bruh. JERMAINE MARKS: .... slime. Homeboy just flicked dude’s sisters blood at em. That’s savage as fuck. Rhys begin to laugh at Jensen’s reaction, but Felicity lifts her leg up and blasts Rhys with a surprise kick to the face! Rhys stumbles back and turns around, giving Felicity the opening to hop up onto the announce table and dive off of it with one of her patent diving knees! Rhys drops as Felicity lands on her feet, then reaches underneath the ring to pull out… RANDY THE PILOT: A towel?! BRIAN MASON: A towel! Instead of using it as a weapon, Felicity ties it around her head to prevent any blood from sliding into her eyes. She hears the referee’s count up to seven and slides inside the ring to break the count, only to slide back out! She starts kicking Rhys in the head nonchalantly, then rips him up to his feet. She looks to slide him inside the ring, but Rhys blasts her with a knee to the midsection, then launches her body over the top of the commentators table and into the commentators, knocking everyone except Jermaine Marks down! JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, slime! They just got my niggas! Ay, Randy! You good, slime? RANDY THE PILOT: *Struggling* Check… my…. Slim Jims. Jensen pops out of his chair and sees Felicity crawling out from behind the table. Before she can get to her feet, Rhys pops up and blasts her with a stiff kick right to the back, knocking her right back down to the floor. Not wasting time, Rhys pulls her up by her hair and slides her in the ring, making sure to flip Jensen the bird before he slides in after her. With Felicity still down, Rhys grabs the injured shoulder of hers and immediately drops a knee right into it! He doesn’t stop there as he pulls Felicity up to her feet, presses her back against the turnbuckle pads, and wraps her around the top rope! As Rhys pulls the arm forward, he begins stomping a mudhole into Felicity’s midsection, then pulls her out of the corner and into the a short-arm elbow smash! Felicity drops down and Rhys makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Hard to believe that was the first pin attempt of the match. RANDY THE PILOT: They been fighting outside the ring the whole time! Shit, took us out! JERMAINE MARKS: Y’all you mean. Nigga over here got cat-like reflexes. Rhys takes a moment to catch his breath and grabs a hold of the towel around Felicity’s head. He rips it off of her and then flings it out of the ring, but that gives Felicity the opening to lunge forward and connect with an elbow smash! She follows that up with a spinning back fist, and finishes off the “Jersey City Handshake” combination! Rhys drops to his knees, giving Felicity the opening to land a huge buzzsaw kick to the side of his head, knocking him face first to the mat! Felicity drops to her knees, pushes Rhys to his back and makes the cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Rhys kicks out at two, but Felicity’s relentless with her attack! She quickly presses her knee against Rhys’ throat before she pushes herself up into a handstand and deliver the QueeKNEE 2.0! She goes for another cover… ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Now frustrated, Felicity grabs a hold of the sides of Rhys head and begins smashing his head back against the mat over and over again! RANDY THE PILOT: She’s getting pissed, boys! JERMAINE MARKS: On her queen shit. She keeps doing this until Rhys reaches his hand up and claws her eyes! Felicity lets go of Rhys and falls on her backside, giving Rhys the opening to pop up to his feet and land a huge diving forearm smash to a seated Felicity! Rhys takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls the No Limits champion up by her hair and executes a double underhook suplex! Not stopping there, Rhys pulls Felicity up and whips her into the ropes. He tucks his shoulder for the backbody drop,but Felicity somersaults over him, only for Rhys to drop down and hook both legs for the cover! ONE! TWO! THRRR---NO! Rhys almost gets the three, but Felicity just manages to roll out from under him. Rhys waits for the champion to get up and attempts a lariat, but Felicity ducks underneath it, crosses Rhys’ arms his neck and executes a straightjacket lungblower! Felicity uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet and glances around at the crowd to big pop. Suddenly, those cheers turn into jeers as Felicity turns to the top of the ramp and sees Luke Wisia making his way toward the ring with the World Championship GO briefcase in his grasp. BRIAN MASON: No! What the hell is he doing out here?! RANDY THE PILOT: Relax, bruh. Luke just out here to make sure Fel don’t lose her title. JERMAINE MARKS: I dunno about all that, slime… Luke sarcastically waves at the No Limits champion, getting her attention long enough to for Rhys to pop up to his feet and connect with a huge elbow to the back of head! Felicity falls face first into the mat, and Rhys reacts quickly! He pulls her away from the ropes and locks in a scissored armbar, pulling back on the injured arm! Luke chuckles from the middle of the entrance ramp as the referee asks Felicity if she wants to give up, but the No Limits champion shouts no! She tries to get her foot on the rope, but Rhys takes notice and begins elbowing the hell out of her face, directly into the busted open scar! Luckily for Felicity, Rhys has to break the armbar, giving her the opening to pull her out of the scissor. Rhys stands up to his feet and watches the No Limits champion will her way up. He grabs her by the hair, lifts her over his shoulder, and drops to his knees, crushing the midsection of the No Limits champion. Instead of going for the cover, Rhys makes a cut-throat gesture as he looks over at Jensen Banks and calls for the Rhys Elbow! RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like Rhys is about to win the No Limits champion! BRIAN MASON: No, damn it! DON’T SAY THAT! JERMAINE MARKS: He hits this elbow and it’s gon’ be over, slime. Rhys spins his arm around in a circle as the bloody faced Felicity Banks slowly starts to rise. She gets to her feet and Rhys lunges forward for the elbow smash, but Felicity ducks out of the way and connects with a Bankshot superkick to the back of Rhys’ head, sending him into the referee! BRIAN MASON: Down the referee goes! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Should someone be DQ’d for that? A groggy Felicity watches as Rhys pushes himself away from the referee, only to turn around into a running… BRIAN MASON:OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!!! Felicity lands all of her patent knee shot and goes for the cover, but there’s no referee! However, the ruckus London crowd counts anyway… ONE! TWO! THREEE!! BRIAN MASON: It should be over! JERMAINE MARKS: Chill, slime. It’s fault the referee knocked out anyway. Felicity crawls toward the referee and tries to revive him, while Sho Kojima and Eva Castro come charging down the entrance ramp, bumping Luke Wisia on the way! Sho and Eva slide into the ring and immediately start putting the boots to the No Limits champion! BRIAN MASON: No! What b-s! THEY CAN’T DO THIS! RANDY THE PILOT: They can do whatever they want as long as the referee doesn’t see it! Not letting it get too far, Jensen Banks jumps right out of his seat and slides into the ring, taking Kojima down to the mat! He starts pummeling on the HOD member, but Eva Castro hop on Jensen’s back and claws her nails into his eyes! This gives Sho the opening to slide outside the ring, reach underneath the ring and grab a kendo stick! He looks ready to get back in the ring, but Luke Wisia comes out of nowhere and throws Sho head and shoulder first into the steel ring steps! BRIAN MASON: Did Luke just come in for the save?!?! JERMAINE MARKS: Probably because they bumped his ass on the way down. The sound of Sho eating the steel ring steps catches Eva’s attention long enough for Jensen Banks to pop up to his feet and Bank Shot Eva right out of the ring! Jensen slides out of the ring and goes after Eva, but stops once he sees Rhys glaring his way. The two exchange some heated words, long enough for Felicity to get to her feet and connect with a second OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!! to the back of Rhys’s head!!!! Felicity sees the referee just coming to and realizes that Rhys still had plenty of time to recover. She sees her challenger starting to stir and pulls down on her kneepad, making sure to stare at Luke Wisia the whole time! RANDY THE PILOT: What is she staring at Luke for?! BRIAN MASON: She’s making a statement! Rhys gets to his knees, only to be blasted by a hellacious third OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!! square to the face! Felicity hooks the leg and covers him while the referee slowly crawls into position… ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!![/b] WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… and STIIIIIIIIIILL HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION… FELICITY BAAAAAAAANKS! “Courtesy Call” blares over the arena speakers as Felicity gets handed her No Limits championship and tucks it in toward her chest. She looks around at the carnage around the ring and then glances over to the entrance ramp to see Luke Wisia with the GO briefcase. BRIAN MASON: The Supreme retains! RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, with help from Jensen Banks AND Luke Wisia. JERMAINE MARKS: I ain’t too sure if Luke helped Fel just to help her or if he did because he wants to make sure he the guy to take the title from her? BRIAN MASON: Regardless, hell of a match and we’re still not done yet! Felicity holds the No Limits championship high in the air while Jensen holds up the briefcase. Jensen on the other hand chuckles at the still knocked out Rhys Baines as Defiance goes to an advertisement. WINNER and STILL NO LIMITS CHAMPION: Felicity Banks (13:50) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:40 PM.
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![]() We now go backstage where we are treated to a shot of a television backstage playing the closing moments of the HKW World Championship match at War Ready. We see the eventful last few seconds of the match as Shane Atwater locks the champion Jack Warren in the Kobayashi Maru before snapping Warren’s arm! Suddenly, out of the shot, a large plume of smoke hits the television screen before a familiar voice is heard. VIKTOR VOLKOV: This is this bullshit I am talk of. This motherfucker Jack Warren need some milk I am say this. He is skinny little bitch now he is dead. I am tell you, I will fight Shane Atwater and I will kill this motherfucker. I do not play any submission game with this fuck. Only little bitch drink water. The camera pans around to the view of the Red Wolf, Viktor Volkov staring angrily at the television set - sat next to an extremely uncomfortable stagehand. STAGEHAND: Why am I here? This angers Volkov, who turns to the stagehand and frowns. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Because you are go to tell whoever run this shit to make give Volkov title shot. I am deserve this! I have been here TWO years! TWO! I have to deal with so much shit. I deal with little bitch Christian Carpentier, I deal with Rhys Baines and XPJ bald bowling ball head, I deal with ODB III when he was being Congo bitch, I deal with Kenshin Takamura when he is worst Global Champion of all time, I deal with little bitch Chris Strike in bullshit referee make himself number one contender. Do you understand? SubVersion was very trash place I have to be there for so long just for to get rating up on motherfuck HBO. This is very bullshit thing so I deserve title shot now. Do you agree? STAGEHAND: Well I don’t think th- VIKTOR VOLKOV: Ok fuck you. You are just Shane Atwater fan he only break arm I break face. This is why I am better than this bitch. He is not world champion material, I am. I tell this from day one. This people have seen me grow up from Young Cub into Red Wolf. I am ready for this. It is ok. I am in good mood now. I will let you go. Viktor Volkov stands, placing the cigarette back in his mouth. VIKTOR VOLKOV: It is ok. I will make match with Atwater for title very soon I will make Red Hammer to his skull and win the title. Very good no problem for me. The stagehand then cautiously stands, and as Viktor Volkov watches Atwater celebrate with his newly won championship on the screen, we can see the stagehand internally debating as to speak up or not. STAGEHAND: Well...it won’t be that easy. He’s the champion for a reason. I mean, you made me watch the match he went through hell with Ja- Suddenly Volkov’s head snaps towards the stagehand. Still with his cigarette in his mouth, he speaks. VIKTOR VOLKOV: What? The stagehands instantly begins to stammer. STAGEHAND: N-no. I-I-I didn’t m-mean anything by i-it, j-jus- Volkov then takes the cigarette out of his mouth and smiles. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Hahaha, do not worry. I am just joke! The Hell Raiser tensely pats the relieved stagehand on the shoulder before the Russian suddenly puts out his cigarette in the worker’s eye! The stagehand begins to scream and writhe around on the floor, whilst Volkov just looks down at him and chuckles. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Yes, my girlfriend always says to Volkov, smoking is bad for you. Now I see why. Well, I see. You maybe do not see. Grinning, the Red Wolf turns away from the stagehand and swipes his bottle of Russian Standard ® vodka from the table, pointing it at the now still shot of Shane Atwater kneeling amongst the confetti with his World Heavyweight championship. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Volkov will see you soon, piz`da (cunt). The camera watches Volkov exit the locker room as several people gather at the doorway to locate the source of the screaming. *PREVIOUSLY RECORDED The camera fades. We see a black and white shot of four metal chair legs. Slowly, the camera tilts upwards just a bit. After a few moments, we see Scarlet Flint leaning on the chair’s back. She and camera lock eyes. She stares into the camera’s lens for a bit, until she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a Black and Mild, along with a lighter. SCARLET FLINT: What’s good, my congregation? Scarlet lights the Black and Mild. SCARLET FLINT: A bitch is in a pretty somber mood this evening. In fact, if I could be serious for one quick moment, I’d like to issue up a moment of silence. She goes silent and she carefully lights the cigarello. Scarlet places the Black and Mild to her lips. She takes in a deep, long drag. After holding it for a bit, she tilts her backwards and expels a huge cloud of smoke. SCARLET FLINT: They say it’s kosher to off up a moment of silence before someone’s death. So thanks for preemptively honoring the wretched lives of Odyn Davel Balou III and Chance Frost. She smirks a bit. SCARLET FLINT: Old Dirty Bastard can barely do English correctly, much less wrestle. So, how exactly is the bitch supposed to fare in the ring against two trained savages in Sine Mora? Scarlet pauses for a hot second. SCARLET FLINT: That’s right, he gonna’ get demolished. Me and Arty are gonna’ body him more than Viktor Volkov did. ODB, Sine Mora is about the rip the hopes and dreams out of your heart...and crush them underneath over boots. And there aint a damn thing you can do to stop us―that’s what so fun. She goes to take another puff; however, she stops mid-motion. Instead, Scarlet holds up her left index finger. SCARLET FLINT: And Chance Frost… She begins to laugh. SCARLET FLINT: Boy stop! Take you busted Son of Anarchy looking ass back to FX, bitch! She continues to laugh for a few moments. After she has recomposed herself, she look back at the camera. SCARLET FLINT: Ay’ yo, let me get a moment of silence for Reese Spencer and Jinx Hextall. She takes in a couple of puffs as she allows some time to elapse. SCARLET FLINT: Yall two want to know what’s really funny? Truth be told, you two dysfunctional ho’s wouldn’t even be in this match if it weren’t for Sine Mora. Ya’ see, we should have maimed yall when we faced a few weeks ago. Sure, Artemis clobbered Reese with that elbow of hers, and I sent Jinx’s head flying into the nosebleed section―but, that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough because yall are still living, breathing, and are another complication in this match. However, you two are a complex complication. We’re going to take those weak chins and shatter them across Liverpool. Scarlet runs her fingers through her mohawk. SCARLET FLINT: And lastly, let’s have a moment of silence of the Ayano and Page, shall we? Scarlet is silent for three seconds. SCARLET FLINT: Naw―fuck that shit! She takes another quick puff. SCARLET FLINT: Yall might be wondering where Artemis is. She and Jimmy aint got the best relationship; they had a brutal match in FGA, and Arty is looking to wrap that shit up. However, my girl been busting her ass wrestling in Europe and wrecking shit. So, I told her to rest up while Scarlito handles the light work. Once again, she lets out a smirk. SCARLET FLINT: Jimmy, is Sine Mora supposed to be afraid of you? Are we supposed to fear you? Respectively, me and Artemis would have stepped up and rocked ya’ during the height of your success. So now, when you are wallowing the the pit of mediocrity, do you think strike and decapitate you? She shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: Lie to yourself all you want Jimmy, but you aint really hard body my dude. You talk that spooky shit to scare people; Sine Mora talks that spooky shit because that’s who we really are. You wish you were us, Jimmy. Again, Scarlet begins to laugh. SCARLET FLINT: But, who don’t wanta’ be a sexy ass kicker? If I were you Jimmy, I’d want to be like me to yo’―I’m the shit. She takes another drag. SCARLET FLINT: I suspect Artemis will mostly be dealing with Jimmy in the ring. She don’t let them vendetta’s go. Which means I’ll likely be getting my hands dirty with Beer...which in all honesty, is perfectly fine with me. She asked for this match to be a TLC match. That mean that she want blood, the company wants, the fans want blood―so for once in a bitch life, I’ll grant yalls wishes. While Artemis is concussion Jimmy, I’m going to be busting yo’ head to the white meat, Beer. Scarlet takes one last puff. After letting the smoke out, she cracks her neck. SCARLET FLINT: We told you early one that NOTHING would stop Sine Mora from reaching those belts. Adonis an Kyo couldn’t―they weren’t strong enough. And it’s time to reach up and grabs what’s ours. And no one will be able to stop us from doing that shit. Scarlet those the Black and Mild on the floor. She raises up out of the chair as the camera fades out. ![]() Jimmy Page is seen warming up backstage, his half of the HKW World Tag Team championships nowhere to be seen at it is likely hung high in the air over the ring. Page lets out an annoyed grunt before he stops warming up and begins making his way towards the ring entrance...only for a towel to be thrown at him from out of the shot, landing perfectly over his head. Jimmy slowly pulls it off and looks at the clean towel before he turns towards the culprit, his eyes widening! The camera then pans over and shows...Jaxon Queen! The audience cheers loudly as Queen stares at Page with a smile on his face. JAXON QUEEN: Miss me? Before Page can say anything in return, Queen charges forward and spears him to the ground! The audience watching on the Knoxotron know exactly what’s going on as they cheer for the young man raining down lefts and rights on his foe! Page eventually shoves Queen off and scrambles to get up to both feet before he begins walking the direction he came from. JAXON QUEEN: Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Jimmy? I thought you wanted this! I thought you wanted a fight? Jaxon quickly catches up to Jimmy and clubs him in the back before he throws him into an equipment crate, causing a loud thud to echo throughout the arena! JAXON QUEEN: Or do you only want to fight when I’m in the middle of one of the most important matches of my career? Do you only want to fight when there’s someone else to help you? WELL, NO ONE IS HELPING YOU NOW, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! NOT ONE OF YOUR FUCKING DOGS IS AROUND NOW, YOU HAIRY, SMELLY, DISGUSTING FUCKBOY!!! Jaxon stomps away at Jimmy until he finally pulls him up by his hair and gets met with a right hook to the jaw that forces him to release his hold! Page then grabs Queen and throws him into the same equipment crate before he starts stomping away at him as well! JIMMY PAGE: YOU...IGNORANT...PIECE...OF...SHIT!!!! YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT YOU?! HUH?! YOU WANTED THIS!!! YOU-- Jimmy stops stomping away at Queen, grabbing him by his throat and choking him. Page looks into Queen’s eyes. JIMMY PAGE: YOU...AREN’T A PRIORITY...YOU’RE A CASUALTY. He stops and takes measured shots to Jaxon’s forehead, picking up the pace with each strike. Jaxon shoves Jimmy away. Jimmy comes back and Jaxon tackles Page to the ground, throwing bombs. Jaxon picks Page up and knocks him back down with a haymaker! Jaxon mounts Page and begins to rain down lefts and rights. Page covers up as best he can. Jimmy turns the tides however, forcing Jaxon off by gouging his eyes. Jimmy mounts Jaxon, and begins to throw wild punches and kicks. Jimmy goes to get away, but Queen grabs a hold of his leg at the last second! JImmy is kicking Jax’s hands away. Jaxon, like a rabid dog doesn’t let up. He stands up and tries to rain down more of his fury on the former FGA World Champion. Page tries to stand up, but Jaxon grabs him from behind and takes him down. Page turtles up, and Jaxon keeps heaving bombs. Page, like a desperate animal caught in a trap, begins to bite Queen’s hand! Queen lets out a surprised yelp of pain. Jimmy begins to crawl away as best as he can. Jax wasn’t having any of that shit. He goes to grab Jimmy again. The slimey Page brought Jaxon down on his knees trying his damnedest to get his hands on the bastard that cost him his shot. Page then begins to kick Queen in the face. JIMMY PAGE: GET! OFF! ME-- Page repeatedly kicks Queen, who’s grip begins to fade. This was Jimmy’s chance. He crawls on his hands and knees, then slowly stands up. He staggers away from Queen who is seen rolling on the ground holding his jaw. Queen raises on one knee and watches as Page begins to flee the arena. The look in Jaxon’s eyes? White hot RAGE. Jaxon wasn’t done, and Page was gonna pay. JAXON QUEEN: YOU DON’T GET TO RUN FROM THIS, YOU COWARD! Page exits the arena, but Queen charges after him. However, this is all we manage to see as the show cuts off elsewhere. ![]() WHISPER VISPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT for the evening, and it is a TLC match for the HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! The beginning chords of “Gravedigger” start to play. The stage and the start of the entrance ramp begin to fill up with smoke. "You are the reason we are bitter and then some" echoes through the arena. Artemis is the first to emerge from the smoke. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. Next is Scarlet; her face is hidden by the hood of her ring jacket, along with a gas mask. Methodically, the two make their way down the entrance ramp. At they reach base of the ramp, Artemis removes her hood and lets out a roar out of fury and war. WHISPER VISPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are SINE MORA! Simultaneously, both wrestlers slide into the ring. Scarlet takes a seat on the mat (leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles). Artemis walks around, taunting and pandering to the crowd. She specifically stops to take a hold of a fan’s sign. On it, it says “Where’s Kyo?”. She poses with the fan for a second, enjoying the sense of humor he had. She returns the sign before entering the ring. Scarlet merely chuckles at the spectacle. After a while, Artemis makes her way over to the corner. Scarlet stands up, removes the gas mask, and lowers her hood. The two exchange nods and smirks as they remove their hoodies and jackets. WHISPER VISPERI: And their opponents… “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 VISPERI: Introducing… 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 VISPERI:And her partner… 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. “Turn it on, tune it in, let it out [repeating] Maybe I am not all that I've learned Close your eyes, and you twist and you turn I know I am more than they see” 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. 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. WHISPER VISPERI: Introducing from New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!! 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 VISPERI: And their opponents… “Bongo Bong” by Amsy blares over the sound system as Odyn Davel Balou makes his way onto the ramp. He has a towel covering his head as he methodically approaches the ring, pulling the towel off when he reaches to the mat. WHISPER VISPERI: Making his way to the ring from the Republic of the Congo…ODYN DAVEL BALOU THE THIRD! Balou tosses the towel into the crowd and walks up the steps, and to the apron. He takes a long look at the crowd before entering the ring and letting out a monstrous roar. He punches the mat a few times before he turns around and walks to his corner. He lifts his leg onto the ropes and begins to stretch out as he waits for the fight to start. WHISPER VISPERI: And his partner… Got a red eye on got a red eye on I gotta red eye on Gonna bring it on, like a War Machine The opening notes of “Like A Machine” by Thousand Foot Krutch hit over the loudspeakers as the lights take a darker blue hue. The song plays out for a few moments before the heavy guitars hit and Chance steps out from the back to a chorus of boos. WHISPER VISPERI: From Salt Lake City, UT….Weighing in at 200 pounds and standing at 6 foot three inches tall….Representing the Reapers In Pride, CHANCE FROST!!!!! He pauses on the ramp for a few moments, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before heading down toward the ring, occasionally taking a moment to talk shit to a fan or two at ringside. He circles around the ring and slides in, getting up to his feet and heading toward the hard camera side, putting one foot up on the middle rope and leaning out over the top, throwing a fist in the air as he nods his head along with the music, jawing a little bit more before stepping down and heading to the corner to await the start of the match. WHISPER VISPERI: And their opponents… Anticipation we're on the attack Just keep pushing forward There's no turning back With the sound of "Army of Noise blaring through the P.A. System the crowd fires a mixed reaction towards the top of the ramp as Beer Beer Ayano stands tall - lifting her Cheese Grater high up above her as red pyrotechnics burst out from both sides of the ramp up into the air. BOOM! BOOM! Beer then makes her way down the ramp. Pushing her Cheese Grater towards the people who were trying to get high fives from her. When Beer gets close to the ring she stops. WHISPER VISPERI: Making her way down the ramp! From Kobe, Japan now residing in Queens, New York… She is one half of the reigning and defending HKW World Tag Team champions...The Cheese Grater's Keeper...BEER! BEER! AYANOOOOOO! Ayano shoves the camera out of her face - causing the camera view to shake as she slides into the ring. Making her way over to one of the corners then climbing up to the top - screaming out angrily towards the fans as the mixed reaction got louder. Ayano then jumps down from the second turnbuckle then talks to herself as she waits for her partner. WHISPER VISPERI: And her partner… 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 out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. WHISPER VISPERI: From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the other half of the reigning and defending HKW World Tag Team champions… "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! 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. His eyes rise up to meet Artemis’s, who lowered down to glare upward into his eyes. She smiles devilishly at him and even waves at him. Jinx hurriedly checks around the ring, trying to maintain vision of all the weaponry and all the combatants at the same time. ODB and Chance Frost merely trade words that they could only hear. Spencer takes notice of Beer Beer who, to the pleasure of the bloodthirsty crowd, brandishes her trust Cheese Grater. Scarlet merely snickers, before vocally commanding for the match to start. WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - TLC MATCH Sine Mora vs. Odyn Davel Balou III and Chance Frost vs. Reese Spencer and Jinx Hextall vs. Jimmy Page and Beer Beer Ayano © DING! DING!! DING!!! Reese immediately exits the ring, leaving a confused Hextall to take a mean shot from the encroaching Chance Frost. Jimmy nonchalantly gets up from his position, speaking to Beer Beer. His eyes once again meet Artemis’s, who steps closer towards him. Jimmy tries to separate away from Beer Beer to encounter the Kaiser, but gets ambushed by ODB. The MMA fighter takes it to the champion with heavy gut punches, which makes Jimmy reel back into the corner. Beer Beer assists her partner by bashing at ODB with the cheese grater! ODB seems mostly unfazed and turns around to catch Beer Beer with a heavy right hand. Chance, who is wailing on Hextall, doesn’t notice the approaching Sine Mora. The two demonic girls take a hold of Chance and hurls him out of the ring, wanting to wear down on Hextall. The two put the boots to the woman, making her slump down in the corner she was trapped in earlier. Scarlet backs up while Artemis keeps Jinx pinned. In well-rehearsed fashion, Artemis lets go of Jinx just as Scarlet rushes in with a heavy knee to Jinx’s face. Jinx hits the mat hard, dazed from the impact. BRIAN MASON: Holy ka powie! You could hear Scarlet’s knee crashing into Jinx’s skull! RANDY THE PILOT: You gotta want to be willing to put your life on the life for a title here in Hard Knox bruh. On the outside, Chance is getting to his feet, when he notices Reese hovering over him. They share a brief look before Reese backs off with her hands upward. Frost nods and crawls back into the ring, where he goes to support ODB. He takes Beer Beer away and flings her into the ropes. When she comes back, he takes her down with a mean lariat. The cheese grater goes careening out of the ring. Frost takes a moment to admire his handiwork before he goes to assist ODB on taking down Jimmy Page. Jimmy was winning the brawl by catching ODB with several blows to the lower region before disorienting him with a rude headbutt. Chance charges in to take Jimmy down with a tackle, but Jimmy sends the man into the outside post. Jimmy tries to go in on ODB, but he spots Scarlet trying to attack him from behind. He stops her in her tracks with a boot to the gut. He shoves ODB back, but uses the momentum to spin around and try for a Concussion to Scarlet. Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that Artemis equipped Scarlet with a chair before he turned around. Scarlet counters the Concussion with a thunderous chair shot to the head. Jimmy crumbles to the mat with a chorus of cheers behind him. Artemis enters the ring from the other side with a chair of her own. The two size up ODB who is stumbling back. Sine Mora share an insidious look before going to town on ODB with the chairs! JERMAINE MARKS: BEAT HIS ASS! Beat his ass you blood thirsty bitches! RANDY THE PILOT: So much for RIP beating tough guys again. Getting they ass whooped right now bruh. One shot comes from Scarlet, another from Artemis. The sandwich of steel and flesh make the fans go wild. After several shots, Scarlet and Artemis synchronize with one heavy strike to put ODB down. The man crawls underneath the rope and collapses onto the ground. He holds himself tightly, trying to resist the pain from the brutal barrage. As the two look upward to the championship belts, Artemis tells Scarlet to go grab a ladder. As Scarlet leaves, Artemis turns around into a superman punch from Chance Frost! Artemis hits the mat hard, dropping her chair. Scarlet comes back in to try to ambush Chance, but she receives a stiff chair shot from Chance. Chance takes up the chairs in the ring and…sets them upright. He abandons the ring, going towards Reese. She hands him two chairs and keeps her distance. He sneers before heading back into the ring. He continues to set the chairs up. When he concludes the task, he licks his lips and begins to stalk the rising Scarlet Flint. He begs for her to get up. When she does, he takes her by the wrist and roars out. With one swoop, Frost hits Frostbite onto the stack of chairs! They cave under the impact and leave Scarlet a sprawled out mess on the ground. RANDY THE PILOT: HE JUST KILLED SCARLET BRUH?! GET THE HEARSE! CALL THE CORONER! CALL SOMEBODY GODDAMNIT!!! BRIAN MASON: Did that just happen? Jesus Christ this complete chaos! The crowd pops at the spectacle, but even more so when Chance turns around to get trucked by a ladder! Beer Beer holds it with a smirk, looking over the crumbled Frost. Frost smartly evacuates, sliding out onto the ground where ODB still sits. Beer Beer is now alone with a rising Artemis. She rushes in and smashes the Kaiser against the turnbuckle, making a sandwich out of her with the table. Artemis falls down, which gives Beer Beer ample time to set up the ladder. The crowd begins to boo as Beer Beer starts to ascend it. As she begins, Artemis gets to her feet and grabs onto the champion’s ankle. Beer Beer lets out a disgusted noise and kicks Artemis in the face. Artemis stumbles back, but comes back for more. This time, Beer Beer collides both of her feet into Artemis’s face, using the ladder as a bar to assist her. Artemis hits the mat, but she doesn’t remain safe for too long as Beer Beer leaps off the ladder and hits the Shot Glass on Artemis! Both members of Sine Mora are laid out as Beer Beer begins to try to climb the ladder. When she does, she is stopped, but this time by Reese Spencer, who finally decides to participate in the match. She yanks Beer Beer off the ladder, but the Ayano lands on her feet. The two start going at it. Reese takes advantage of the fray by taking hold of the ladder and shoving it at Beer Beer. When she catches it, Reese follows up by dragging Beer Beer’s arm through the rungs of the ladder. With expert precision, Spencer hits an arm wringer, snapping Beer Beer’s arm in the ladder. Beer Beer yanks her arm out of the ladder, but turns around into a roundhouse kick from Spencer. Beer Beer slides under the rope to regroup, holding her arm. Reese exits the ring to try to keep on the attack, but Beer Beer knees her in the stomach on her way out. Frost and ODB, who have recovered, rush over to attack on Beer Beer. Reese tries to shy away from the combat, but receives a stiff big boot from Jimmy Page that sends her into the heap. The group breaks out into a mosh pit of sorts, blows being sent every kind of way. The distraction of close violence prohibits any of the participants from seeing the recovered Jinx Hextall getting to the top rope. What’s fascinating is the ladder clutched in her arms. The crowd begin to muster up their excitement and it is not wasted as Hextall takes off! She slams into all of the outside participants with Hi-Jinx! Every single competitor finds themselves laid out to the roar of the crowd. JERMAINE MARKS: They’re all dead bruh. These niggas best turn into the walking dead if they want the damn titles. RANDY THE PILOT: Aye did you see the last episode though? Amidst that, Scarlet Flint begins to rise to her feet. She looks around aimlessly at the carnage on the outside. She reaches over to rustle Artemis back to consciousness. Once Artemis begins to move, Scarlet heads out of the ring, trying to grab a ladder. She throws it into the ring and sets it up. With a smirk, she begins to scale the ladder. Artemis, fatigued, holds herself against the ladder as support. Scarlet finds her way up the ladder until the sounds of the crowd’s displeasure drown out anything else. Artemis puts up an immediate stance as Adam Adonis and Kyo rush the ring. They leap onto Artemis, using their weight advantage to overtake the tired woman. They soon move her out of the way, rushing the ladder. Scarlet tries to fight them off, but the combination of the two HOD members manage to pry her off. Kyo, still injured from the torment dealt to him, begs for Adonis to hurt Scarlet bad. Adonis obliges, planting Scarlet with “IT’S OVER 9000”! They turn their eyes to Artemis and immediately grab onto her. Adonis holds her in place while Kyo takes his sweet time battering her. Finally, he runs off the ropes and hits his signature knee to her skull. Artemis hit the mat face first, remaining there without much movement. Kyo heads out the ring with Adonis, helping their HOD cohorts to their feet. Adonis, who was helping Beer Beer to her feet, doesn’t see Reese Spencer rushing in with a chair. She slams it directly on his spine, making the man contort from the sheer pain. She continues to strike at him until Beer Beer rams her into the barricade. In a psychotic frenzy, Beer Beer unleashes utter hell upon Spencer, beating her senseless with punches while she’s standing, knees while she’s falling, and then kicks while she’s on a knee. Reese hits the ground, unmoving. Beer Beer continues to stomp at her until she hears a whistle. When she turns, Chance Frost throws a chair at her. Beer Beer instinctively catches it, but then ODB strikes down with NO PROBLEM KNOCKOUT! The punch sends the chair into Beer Beer’s skull with a loud crack. Beer Beer collides with the barricade and slump down it. Blood runs down her head as ODB and Frost celebrate. On the other side, Hextall attacks Kyo with a steel chair. Kyo yelps out in pain, feeling the brunt of the shot and the previous trauma. He escapes the beating, leaving Page to deal with the chair wielding woman. Her focus on the interfering member leaves her wide open for Page to knee her in the gut. Page tries to take her out quickly with a Concussion, but he meets Hextall’s head…ROARING HEADBUTT! Page stumbles back, more flabbergasted than hurt. He holds his face for a minute, not sure of what just occurred. Hextall doesn’t allow him the time to recuperate, giving him hard chops to the chest. Finally, she leaps up and catches him with HexFall! Page doesn’t hit the ground, but instead bounces off the steel steps. Hextall looks at the fallen Page for a moment, before going to retrieve a table. She slides it underneath before going for another ladder. She places the table in the corner, making sure it was stable. Nodding, she goes to set up the ladder, favoring her abdomen from her earlier moonsault to the outside. She slowly makes her way up the ladder to the growing anticipation of the crowd. However, when she makes it near the top, Chance Frost sets up a ladder on the outside of the ring. He angles it just right and takes a moment to analyze her next move. Hextall stops to check on her injury again. In this moment, Frost runs up the ladder and lands on the opposite end. With his momentum, he tries to make his way up to the top rung. He graces the championship belts with his fingertips, but catches a punch to the gut from Hextall. BRIAN MASON: There’s a damn brawl on the top of the ladder! Somebody is gonna go crashing down and the other will win their team the tag titles! JERMAINE MARKS: These weaks ass niggas ain’t winning it slime. The two combat each other, dodging hits and trying to shove the other off. Eventually, Hextall takes a hold of Frost’s head and batters him with headbutt after headbutt. Blood runs down both combatants’ head after the assault, but Hextall roars out and shoves Frost to the ground. The man lands with a loud thud, which kickstarts the crowd. Hextall starts to reach for the championship belts, but can barely hang onto them. ODB, who has reemerged, kicks the ladder from under her, forcing her to hang on by the suspended belts. Her grip begins to fail her as ODB starts moving forward to grab her. Hextall begins to swing back and forth on the belts, gaining some momentum. Much to the shock of ODB, Hextall swings hard enough to catch him with a kick to the face. She does the same to Frost when he makes it to his feet. She starts to try to muscle her way up the belts, gritting her teeth as she does. Once again, her attempt to take the belts falls through. Scarlet leaps upon the rope, springboards off, and yanks Hextall down by her ankle. The slam rattled the whole ring. Scarlet struggles to get to her feet, holding her ribs. She finds herself once again the last woman standing. However, Frost and ODB begin to make it to their feet, causing Scarlet to look around with latent worry. Before the duo could get to her, Adonis and Kyo rushes the ring again, attacking Scarlet from behind. They throw her to the mat before leaping onto ODB and Frost. The two manage to wear down the more injured ODB, flinging him out of the ring. The two jump onto Frost, doing the same thing. Alone with Frost, Kyo and Adonis send Frost out of the ring. Adonis strips an announce table bare. Kyo shoves the woozy Frost onto the table, while Adonis follows. The bigger man heaves Frost up and signals to the crowd. BRIAN MASON: What is he doing? Hey! Hey get away from here! I said get the hell away from here! JERMAINE MARKS: MASE BRING YO ASS OVER HERE BEFORE THEY BEAT YO PASTY WHITE ASS! To the sadistic pleasure of the crowd, Adonis plants Frost through the table with “TOO LOW TO REGISTER!” RANDY THE PILOT: Here lies Chance Frost... Frost is sprawled out with Adonis trying to get to his feet. With Kyo’s assistance, Adonis manages to stabilize himself. Kyo reels back and directs traffic again; Adonis exits the ring to grab a ladder. They set it up; both begin to climb the ladder to the boos of the crowd. BRIAN MASON: They’re gonna do it! They’re gonna get the titles! We might just be looking at the new World Tag Team Champions, fellas! JERMAINE MARKS: GODDAMNIT SOMEBODY GET THEY ASS UP AND KEEP THIS SHIT GOING! With pride oozing out of them, Adonis begins to undo the belts. Yet, the roar of the crowd only warns them slightly of the frenzied Scarlet Flint. She rushes the ladder and charges her small frame full force into the ladder. The impact causes the ladder to immediately veer sideways. Kyo goes flying out of the ring, from the ladder to the hard ground! Adonis, on the other hand, catches the top rope full on, groin first. The men of the audience groan in disdain. Adonis’ eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he falls to the outside, naturally favoring his injured crotch. Scarlet tries to take up the ladder, that was hanging on the rope, but she stops. She turns around to see Beer Beer and Page standing before her. She eyes them both, taking a step back towards the ladder. When Page rushes in, Scarlet hurls the ladder in his direction. When he catches it, she takes off, tackling Beer Beer to the outside of the ring. Page, recovering easily from the ladder shot, takes the chance to try to set up the ladder. When he does, he feels a hand upon his shoulder and is turned around by Artemis, who simply stares up at him. Page takes a step back, slightly intrigued by the young woman. Artemis brushes hair from out of her face, before lowering down on the mat, to look up into Page’s cold eyes, forcing him to stare back at her. JERMAINE MARKS: Five bucks says this nigga kisses her in the mouth. RANDY THE PILOT: I’ll take that bet. BRIAN MASON: ARE YOU GUYS FREAKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! Page and Kaiser glare at one another, almost snarling at that point. Page starts off, throwing a flurry of blows. Artemis puts up a tired block, but it falls easily under the blows from Page. Page takes the opportunity to swing around with a Concussion! It catches Artemis, but she doesn’t go down! Artemis rallies back with a roar and proceeds to overtake Page with a variation of her Hate Parade! She sends Page into the corner, forcing the man to duck and weave under she catches him with a heavy knee to the face. Page slumps down in the corner and Artemis drags him to his feet. With a furious noise, she twirls around and catches Jimmy with the First Crusade! Much like her, Page doesn’t fall. Instead, the two stand toe-to-toe. The fans stomp and scream out in clear enjoyment. Artemis tries for another First Crusade, but Jimmy evades it. He tries for a Concussion, but Artemis blocks it and kicks him in the gut. When doubled over, Artemis strikes down on the back of his head with an axe kick. When he snaps back up, Artemis tries for the Fifth Crusade. By some instinct, Page ducks forward. When he rises, he tries to collide with a Concussion to the back of Artemis’s head. Artemis drops to the mat, rolling backward. When she gets to her feet, Page is waiting with an Aneurysm. Artemis catches his leg and tries to apply a heel hook. Page muscles his way out of it and rolls back to his feet. Artemis kip-ups, but Page rushes in and catches her and hoists her up for a powerbomb. He sends her into the turnbuckle and readies for another Concussion. On the roll, Artemis leaps up and catches Jimmy with a Falcon Punch! Once again, Jimmy doesn’t go down. Artemis screams out in frustration and gives him a quick First Crusade for his troubles. Despite blood draining from his mouth, Jimmy simply smiles and gives Artemis a Concussion. The two bloodied warriors simply fall to the mat after their barrage. BRIAN MASON: How can these men and women continue? How are they finding the strength to keep going!? RANDY THE PILOT: It’s the gold bruh. When you got a chance like this for championship gold in Hard Knox you better fight like hell to get it! Like me for food at a family reunion! After the onslaught, Reese Spencer crawls into the ring to the boos of the anxious fans. She stares at the ladder, before seeing Hextall make her way slowly into the ring. Hextall goes to Spencer, placing her hand on her shoulder. They share some words before Hextall tells Spencer to secure their victory. Spencer smirks, simply telling her not to tell her what to do. Before any of them can try to get up the ladder, ODB begins to charge in at the two. Spencer pushes Hextall in the way of the rushing man and barrels out of the way. HEXTALL IS SPEARED RIGHT THROUGH THE CORNER TABLE! Spencer can only stare in shock at what transpired, covering her mouth slightly. But soon, her sights turn back to the ladder. Yet, once again, she is stopped from even daring to ascend by the presence of Beer Beer Ayano. Her face covered in blood, but a wide grin, full of evil is plastered on her face. She steps towards Spencer, who immediately puts up a guard. Beer Beer throws something at her casually. Spencer catches the object, revealing that it was Beer Beer’s cheese grater. Beer Beer points behind Spencer. Spencer spins around, trying to get an advantage, but she catches a Concussion from Jimmy Page! The elbow drives the cheese grater into Spencer’s face, forcing her out of the ring with a shrill! Page collapses to the ground, fatigued from the sudden burst of energy. Beer Beer laughs at the carnage before looking at the standing ladder. Licking the blood off her hand, she starts up the ladder, constantly reaching for the belts. She graces a finger upon the loose strap, her smile growing wider. She almost gets it, but receives a chair shot to the back. Beer Beer hisses out in pain before looking down. Artemis Kaiser drops the chair onto the ground, using it as a crutch to stay up. Using the rest of the energy she possibly had, Artemis grabs a hold of the weakened Beer Beer and pulls her down into an Argentine Clutch. Meanwhile, Scarlet ascends the ladder. More shockingly, she stands up, looking down at Beer Beer with anticipation in her eyes. A single jump ends with a heavy knee striking Beer Beer. The momentum from the hit signaled for Artemis to complete the Genocide Event! Beer Beer’s head bounces off the mat. Artemis falls on top of her, exhausted. Scarlet uses the rope to climb to her feet, before limping back over to the ladder. She begins to climb step by step, resisting the pain ripping through her body. Jimmy Page raises to his feet slowly, hanging on the rope. He stares up to see Scarlet at the top of the ladder. He wills his body to move, but when he reaches the ladder, it is far too late! Scarlet lowers her head on the top step of the ladder, holding the Tag Team Championships in her hands! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VISPERI: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS and the NEWWWWWWW HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! SCARLET FLINT AND ARTEMIS KAISER! SINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORA! Scarlet lets go of one of the belts, allowing it to land on the stirring Kaiser. Kaiser tries to make it to her feet, but fails. Scarlet grabs hold of her partner, leading her to the ropes. They both struggle to get out, but when they do, they raise up the championship belts. The camera pans around the destructive landscape. Medics are assisting the fallen. The camera finally transitions to the ring, where Page is resting his head upon the turnbuckle. BRIAN MASON: NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: Bet money they die in they sleep though. RANDY THE PILOT: I ain’t takin that bet. The hell wrong with you? WINNERS & NEW HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Sin Mora (21:32) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Apr 4 2016, 10:52 PM.
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