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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 11 2016, 04:21 AM (247 Views) | |
| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 11 2016, 04:21 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Catch up with the HKW superstars after SubVersion goes off the air only on Evolve! Watch as the action from SubVersion spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out! |
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| Alexa Corra | Apr 11 2016, 07:23 AM Post #2 |
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The first visual the Subversion camera team captured was a frustrated Mo Shots throwing a hissy fit backstage. His jacket was thrown to the concrete floor and Mo himself was delivering stomps to it as if he just found his wife cheating on him with said jacket. MO SHOTS: MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW DID THEY BLOW IT?! HOW SWAY!? Mo continued putting the boots to his jacket, flailing his arms in the air violently before he pressed his back against the hallway wall. MO SHOTS: Goddamnit! We had ‘em! We had ‘em with their backs pressed against the wall and we blew it! No, wait… Mo paused, coming to a realization. MO SHOTS: I didn’t blow it?! I wasn’t even in the ring! They blew it! They blew it for every SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS INC employee and every hardworking American out there! Frustrated, Mo threw his hands over his face and let out a rage filled sigh. MO SHOTS: Things just can’t get any worse, man! Mo couldn’t have been any more wrong, but he had no idea what was yet to come. Feeling sorry for himself, Mo pulled his hands away from his face and began trotting down the hallway until he heard… ? ? ?: Hehehehehe. A giggle that was not only familiar to the HKW Nation, but also to the SSWA fanbase in attendance . MO SHOTS: Oh goddamnit… Realizing who it was, Mo slowly turned around to face the young, yet demonic-looking Sami. Mo avoided eye contact with the youngster, but could see that she was holding a small, black box wrapped with a bow in her hands. MO SHOTS: Um, uh… Yeah! Hi Sami! Look, would love to stay and chat, but I gotta make sure my boys are doing alright! Was nice seeing ya, though! Mo attempted to get away, but Sami tugged on the back of his shirt, getting him to stop while she circled around him. SAMI: Alexa wanted me to give you a message, Mo. Thinking the worst of the situation, Mo swallowed down a hard gulp and began saying a prayer under his breath. SAMI: Lexa said that as you saw tonight, she doesn’t need your help or anyone else’s to get a Global Championship match. She also said that there’s absolutely no reason for her to have a manager or an agent, but she’s willing to give you a chance. Mo’s eyes lit up after Sami’s final words, his face looking like a child who just received a new bicycle for Christmas. MO SHOTS: You mean… you mean… I’M HIRED?! LIL LADY I COULD HUG YOU RIGHT NOW! Mo glanced down at Sami. MO SHOTS: But you’ll probably bite a chunk out of my neck, and MO SHOTS NEEDS HIS NECK, BAYBAY! Sami kept the emotionless stare on her mug, only shifting her eyes over to the box so Mo looked down at it. SAMI: But first, you have to prove yourself to her by doing two things she asks of you. First, she doesn’t want to be associated with Ragnarok. Mo squinted, surprised by Sami’s words. MO SHOTS: What?! Why?! Those are my guys! SAMI: And they are losers. Losers who don’t deserve to breathe the same air as she does. Secondly… Sami grabbed a hold of Mo’s hand, forced it open, and slammed the little black box into it. SAMI: Deliver that to Zero McHannon, and whatever you do… do not open it. Without another word spoken, Sami skipped away from Mo, leaving him behind with the box in hand. Mo glared at the box and spun around, seemingly curious to find what was inside the box. MO SHOTS: You don’t tell Mo Shots not to do something and expect him not to do it, lil lady! Mo put his hand on the bow and went to unravel it until the lights in the hallway fixtures began shorting out, getting the agent turned manager to frantically look around. MO SHOTS: Oh momma! Mo felt a cold breeze hit his neck, getting him to pull his hand away from the bow. MO SHOTS: Alright, I’m not opening it! Calm down! He yelled, beginning his pace toward Zero McHannon’s locker room. MO SHOTS: Probably got a duck's heart in here or something… And with that, Mo made his way toward Zero McHannon’s locker room, not knowing what exactly he was delivering to the former World Champion. Edited by Alexa Corra, Apr 11 2016, 07:24 AM.
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| Nina Stokes | Apr 11 2016, 08:29 PM Post #3 |
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The camera fades in. Nina Stokes is standing in the back, leaned up against the wall. Miss Stokes is still dressed in her Nike and an Jordan attire. She quickly runs her fingers through her hair. Nina Stokes: But on the other slight matters of business. Tonight, a message was sent―and said message was broadcast to an infinite amount of viewers. However, the real million dollar question is, how many people understood it? She shrugs. Nina Stokes: Ha, I guess I can’t worry my pretty little head about that. Those who didn’t catch it will be weeded out soon enough. However, for his sake, I hope Elijah Black was paying particular attention. Nina nods. Nina Stokes: You all at home are probably thinking one thing. You should be focused on the All or Nothing Series. You’re one hundred percent correct. And to quiet your thoughts, I want you to look at three things―the caliber of my opponent tonight (high), the quality of my match (high), and the outcome (highly favorable). I’m very focused on the All or Nothing Series; however, a war can be waged on two fronts. And hey, the best in this business have gotten to where they are by taking some calculated risks―going after the Lionheart title and attempting to win this tournament is one of those risks. She holds her finger. Nina Stokes: But, I’ve got the talent and the ambition to pull off both feats. So shit, why not go for it? A second later looks over to her left. Nina Stokes: Sup you? The camera pans over as we see Ryan LeCavalier standing there. Nina Stokes: You want to say some something? Address HKW for the first time and shit? Ryan LeCavalier: What’s there left to say? I just witnessed the best that Subversion has to offer. Hard Knox Wrestling is supposedly the best place to be. I don’t really doubt it. Signing to HKW wasn’t a thing that was ‘supposed’ to happen, but I’m glad it did happen – and that’s because now I’m on yet another platform to prove my excellence. Granted, I haven’t done anything. I know how this goes; you aren’t anybody until you’ve proven you can hang with some of HKW’s best. We’ll just have to see how the chips fall, I haven’t had time to settle in or even have my first match yet. Heck, who knows I may surprise a lot of people just by walking down the aisle way and getting in the ring. The camera lingers on them as it fades. |
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| Jackson Magnum | Apr 13 2016, 01:51 AM Post #4 |
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Jackson Magnum is backstage after his loss to one Elijah Black in the first match in the All of Nothing series. He’s sitting outside of his locker room against the door staring down at his Hybrid Championship, biting on lower lip, his eyes strained looking down at the title belt. It is as if the world around him is moving just a little bit too fast. His heart sinks a bit when he thinks about the night that had been Subversion 9. A clearly worried and discontent champion. He hates these moments, these rare moments of doubt that lingered within him, shaking him to his very core. Looking up he sees the cameraman approaching, a not so subtle sign that it is time to speak. “On the bright side” he thinks to himself, they don’t bothering asking questions anymore. They simply wait for his monologue, then exit without much hassle. Jackson Magnum: The burden I carry on my shoulders is greater than anyone could imagine. I stare down a locker room full of people that despise me nightly. A locker room full of people who would like nothing more than to undo all my hard work, and accomplishments. You can literally hear it in the way they speak about me, the air of contempt that surrounds my very existence. Jackson pauses, his hands shaking so badly that the Hybrid championship rattles, it is not unlike his confidence in moments like these. Loses mounted on his consciousness as a remind. that most of the wrestlers in the back think that he’s a mere placeholder. He questions himself, as he sits silently, “how much is too much”, “How far will they push me?”, and “Will I ever gain the respect I so richly deserve?” These questions are just as heavy on his mind, as his own doubts. Jackson Magnum: I find myself in a position that no other champion in Hybrid Championship history has. I’m the one champion everyone expects to fail. Jinzai was a star, placed on a high pedestal from day one. Even in the Hybrid Hell, he was expected to do great things. Hunter Werth, the man who clawed and scraped his way to finally achieving championship glory, was expected to be a great champion. The fans, the wrestlers in the back, everyone was excited for him, and they’ll hate me until day I die for ending that dream. Yet, I bare the brunt of all their failures. As Lady Magdalena, approached the ring it was almost as if the crowd took a collective sigh of relief. I could feel it in my soul, that everyone in that arena, just wants me to fail. It’s what makes nights like this one, a living hell for me. Jackson gives a long drawn out smirk, he pulls his title belt close to his chest, clinging to it with everything he has. Jackson Magnum: It kills me to lose, every lose is like a dagger into my calloused and torn up heart. There is literally, no one that wants me to be successful, if I lost every single match I competed in from this point out, there would be a never ending euphoria amongst those that follow this business. That when I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Not in the typical happy go lucky, everything is perfect type of way either. But because I’ve done nothing, but prove skeptics, and critics wrong since day one. I’ve been beaten up, bludgeoned, bloodied, and brutalized in that ring. Most men would have quit, most men would’ve said “I’m not cut out for this” but I prevailed. I overcame the chants of thousands of useless cowards who beaconed their heroes on to destroy me. I withstood their countless attempts to demean, and belittle me. I’ve succeed where others simply have failed. That’s why I see you as someone beneath me Lady Magdalena. You’ve been catered to since the moment you got here. You’ve been a shining fucking star since your inspection, and in the eyes of most, you’ll always be more respected than I am. Jackson waits, pushing himself off the floor, still clinging to the belt that he holds dear. Jackson Magnum: You never went through the struggles I’ve gone through, never had to justify your very existence in this sport. You never will, because I made sure you never would. The tables are already set for our match for this title, and while I handed that to you. Be grateful for that, you haven’t earned it. While I scrapped, clawed, and begged for the opportunity to because champion. All you needed to do was walk down that ramp. Why? Because I’m not the former champions, who clung to thoughts of grandeur while avoiding opponents. I’m not the type to run and hide, despite the growing conscientious within this business.. No, I’m the man that’s carried this division since its very beginning. I’m the guy who put this belt on the map, and carried its very existence on my back. Jackson is clearly pissed, his eyes latched to the lens of the camera, a look of pure contempt on his face. Jackson Magnum: I didn’t win this title at Lucifer Effect, that was my first defense of it. I won this belt the second I kicked Jinzai in the face, I won this belt by damn near eviscerating everyone within the confines of Hybrid Hell. I defended at Lucifer Effect, and anyone who thinks differently clearly doesn’t watch Subversion. No one, has come close to doing what I’ve done for this belt, no one has pushed the limits more than I have, and no one tear down the foundation that I built in MY FUCKING DIVISION. Doubt me all you want bitch, I’ve slayed every fucking hero they’ve sent me, I’ve broken every man, woman, and child that’s stood against. And even on nights like this one, where everything goes wrong, and everything’s working against me. I find solace in the fact that I am still the Hybrid King. I am the Michael Jordan of this division, the Pele on this title, and I’m the God of this fucking show. And I promise you Magdalena, I will be the bane of your fucking existence. Fuck off. With that Jackson flips off the camera as he walks by and then off camera. |
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| Zero McHannon | Apr 18 2016, 12:09 AM Post #5 |
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The scene fades in on Zero McHannon sitting backstage in his own private locker room area, where he’s watching a rerun of Subversion on the television. As he picks up his bag and pulls it across his shoulder, the camera catches low tones of his voice talking to himself. ZERO MCHANNON: Not a bad night for Subversion, but it could be better. Good thing that I signed myself to this roster, or who knows just how shitty this show can really drop. Some people are just here to wrestle, the rest of us are here to be known to the world. He opens the door and sees a slim black box laying on the outside, causing him to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. McHannon picks it up and walks back into his locker room, closing the door behind him. ZERO MCHANNON: What in the hell is this? Confused, Zero looks around the locker room with a feeling that someone was watching him before opening the top to the box and freezing up. ZERO MCHANNON: The fuck… Reaching into the box, McHannon pulls out a lock of hair and instantly knows whose it is without having to ask or ponder on it. ZERO MCHANNON: Claire… He throws the box against the nearest wall and locks in a tight grip around the lock of golden hair. ZERO MCHANNON: She wants to take this road? Alexa… It’s without a doubt her. There’s not that many people that are this fucked up to bring family into a problem between us. Last person was Romeo, but this? McHannon shakes his head as he lets go of the piece of hair and lets it drop to the floor, turning his back to television that was still playing and leans his head against the door. ZERO MCHANNON: That bitch has asked for this war for a long time now. I’ve done everything I could to let it fade into the background, but this sign… it’s impossible. Bring my goddaughter into this and I’ll bring out the demons. Zero punches the door in front of him as hard as he can, nearly bringing it off the hinges as he opens the partially broken door and makes his way out to the hallway area, looking around for any sign of Alexa. ZERO MCHANNON: IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, ALEXA! Fine, you can fucking have it. When I’m done with you, you’re going to regret that you continued to try and make this a “thing”. We could’ve walked out separate ways, but now? There’s no going back. You’ve dug your own grave. Hoping that she heard him, and not completely sure that she didn’t, Zero starts down the hallways with the backpack slung over his shoulder as the scene fades away to black. |
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