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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 09:35 PM Post #1 |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 10:34 PM Post #2 |
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![]() The scene fades backstage as Tony Capone is seen leaning up against a wall right next to James Shark’s locker room door along with two of his men. Capone pulls out a cigar and lights it. He takes a few puffs and looks at his watch. TONY CAPONE: This guy should be here by now. A stagehand walks into the hallway and sees Capone smoking his cigar. STAGEHAND: Excuse me sir, you can’t smoke that in here. I’m sorry you’ll have to put that out or go outside to smoke it. Capone takes a pull from the cigar and blows the smoke into the stagehand’s face. TONY CAPONE: Excuse me sir, can you do me a favor and fuck off? Or, I could always have my boys Paully and Benny take you out back and relieve some stress. He shrugs. TONY CAPONE: It was a pretty long flight, too. You know how far New York is from here my friend? He takes another pull. TONY CAPONE: Very far. And it takes a long time to just stay sitting there on a flight with your hot flight attendants being complete bitches to you just because you didn’t call them back. Capone laughs. TONY CAPONE: Private jet, stuff. The stagehand looks at the two men standing with Capone and shakes his head fearful of getting beat up by the two. He quickly walks away leaving Capone there to smoke his cigar as he waited for Shark to arrive. After a few seconds, he does. However, he doesn’t look too happy to finally come face to face with Capone. He stares at him from a few feet away, a look of disbelief on his face followed by irritation. James Shark walks up to Capone shaking his head. JAMES SHARK: For serious nigga? Damn. I swear to God me and you been had a communication problem. I’m goin’ in circles looking for your cigar smokin’ ass. You got me on a wild goose chase bumping into numerous amounts of faggots like Jinzai meanwhile here you are, straight chillin…and-and-and… Shark side eyes the stagehand who still stands there, he quickly puts his head down when Shark looks at him. JAMES SHARK: And bullying staff members? That’s my job, shit… Out of nowhere, Shark surprises the stagehand by slapping him upside the head, causing the stagehand to stumble backwards. Shark then pushes him with his foot, sending him flying halfway across the hall as he struggles to keep balance before eventually falling in the distance. TONY CAPONE: Well I’m here aren’t I? Capone chuckles. TONY CAPONE: Don’t get to bit out of shape, Shark. Risko told me you were interested in my services. So, here I am looking to provide you with just that. Shark nods his head uneasily, almost as if he didn’t want to admit his interest. JAMES SHARK: Yea well Risky says a lot….He ain’t said much about you though, other than the fact that you wouldn’t disappoint. Shark chuckles, looking away from Capone as he thinks about that for a moment. JAMES SHARK: I ain’t the type to really take his word no more. Too many broken promises – like when he supposedly had two baddies lined up for me at my birthday and instead two fatties came out. I’m talking “how the fuck can you even walk?” type of fatties breh, earthquake with every step, tall ass oompa loompas, a second stomach where their vaginas supposed to be, saggy titties down to their knees. The type of ladies that look like their name Bertha, both of em. Capone cringes some then shakes his head, Shark then realizes he was getting off track. JAMES SHARK: Anyways, only reason I even believed him regarding you was cuz I heard a bit about you from other heads…. Horror stories if you will. Whispers here and there as if you some fucking nightmare. You not exactly a stranger ‘round here. Tony shrugs his shoulders. TONY CAPONE: I’m the type of man people know better than to fuck with. But if you need some kind of insurance that I’m a qualified manager or what have you, Lyle took me under his wing and mentored me on how to be a manager in this business. I’ve managed some of top talents here so far and have a few other under my belt right now that… He smirks. TONY CAPONE: Let’s just say that I’m inclined to keep my mouth shut on for now. Just know that I’m your best option for a manager in this company or anywhere else for that matter. Shark stared at him with a serious look on his face as he responded, a look that meant business. It was clear he was strongly considering this. After a few silent seconds, his smirk reemerges as he slowly nods his head. JAMES SHARK: I like the way you roll… I ain’t know nothing about the few heads under your belt but fuck em really. There’s only one that’s about to matter. Let’s take over the game.. The camera pans downwards as it reveals Shark offering his hand to Capone. Tony grins at Shark's extension and shakes his hand. TONY CAPONE: Sound like a plan. The scene fades as the two shake hands. ![]() The camera cuts backstage, showing Xavier Asher Daniels entering into his locker room. The former Tag Team champion looked a little worse for wear, hobbling around as he gingerly sat down on a nearby chair and began to pull his ring gear out to get ready for the main event. As he went to change, something on the floor caught his eye. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: The hell is that…? Standing up, Daniels moved over and picked up the piece of paper, turning it over and reading the back. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You are invited to a psychological exam… a Psych Exam? As he read, XAD’s expressions changed from confused, to curious as he read the rest of the invitation in silence. Shaking his head, he sat the card aside and went to continue to get ready for his match tonight. Every so often, XAD found himself staring at the little invite sitting not too far from his chair, wondering who could have sent it. His eyes darkened a little as a thought came to mind. It wasn’t any secret that he had his issues away from the ring… in the ring too, if he was honest with himself. He reached a hand out, debating on whether or not he’d actually consider going to whatever this was. After a few moments, Daniels sighed, picking up the invite and pushing himself up to his feet. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: ...Maybe… I could just see what this is about. Yeah… Jamming the paper into his pocket, XAD slid out of the locker room and down the hallway, looking around for the location that this psych exam would be held. ![]() Static suddenly fills the screens as a recording of Colby Spencer walking arrogantly to the ring is seen. COLBY SPENCER: As we all know, everything is predetermined… It fades out into an image of him backstage COLBY SPENCER: I am the EVOLUTION of wrestling...! More footage of the arrogant professor is shown, but the sound begins to fade away into silence. A new voice takes over. ALEX REYN: How ironic, that a man calling himself the evolution of Professional Wrestling would cling so desperately to the present. You call yourself the future Colby Spencer, but I call you a slave.You bind yourself to your so called predeterminism, allowing it to dictate your many defeats. The images on the screen show just that now. Footage of Colby struggling, and losing. ALEX REYN: I am the one who decides what does and does not evolve in this universe Colby. And when I look at you, I don’t see a man stepping into the future, I see a coward. I see a man who shows off his invention as if it were a stroke of genius, when in reality, it is nothing more than a security blanket for a scared little boy to hide behind while he steps into a world of monsters. You thought that computer would protect you, you thought that maybe you were special, that maybe fate would treat you kindly… but fate is not kind. It only bows to those who MAKE it bow, and it spat you out like all the other cowards who sought special treatment without the battle to EARN it. You have been left out in the cold, friendless and alone. Without even your security blanket to comfort you. And now your insolence has brought MY attention. You wanted to see evolution Colby? Well here I am. I am the embodiment of natural selection, and you have been deemed unworthy. Your over-reliance on fate to protect you has cost you your allies… The footage changes again. Showing Alex brutally assaulting Melanie, showing her being dragged off in a stretcher, face covered in blood and her neck in a brace… ALEX REYN: And tonight, your cowardice shall cost you your life. ![]() 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. 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. SINGLES MATCH Alex Reyn vs. Colby Spencer DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! As the bell rang, Colby immediately tried to grab Alex in a C&E tie up but Alex dropped low to avoid the attack and took Spencer down with a leg sweep. Colby’s back hit the mat hard and Alex immediately rolled to his feet. Colby just managed to shake off the cobwebs before he NARROWLY avoided a palm strike from Reyn, the hand hitting the ground where Colby’s head had been a millisecond ago. Trying to take advantage, Colby rolled onto all fours and went to grab the arm that had just missed him but Alex avoided the attack and rocked him with a violent knee to his temple. Pain flashed through Colby’s skull and he rolled away from Alex, dropping out the ring as he clutched his aching head. As Colby steadied himself, Alex simply looked down at him like a cat watching a bird in a net. The East Wind leaned against the ring ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Simply waiting for Colby to attack. Colby rolled back into the ring and hesitated when he saw the relaxed Alex. Colby wasn’t an idiot, he could tell Reyn was baiting him in. But he also knew he was WOEFULLY unprepared, without Melanie or the computer, he had absolutely no data he could use against this guy. He’s fast and he likes strikes, use that. Colby looked around the arena, trying to find something, ANYTHING that would give him an edge. Suddenly a light came into Colby’s eyes. He charged towards Alex Reyn… Then suddenly veered left, swinging his feet THROUGH the ropes and catching Reyn of guard with a sudden 619 to the back! As Alex stumbled from the impact, he would quickly be taken of his feet as Colby caught him with a fabulous springboard huricanrana COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both Alex and Spencer rolled to their feet, Alex quickly adopting a kickboxing stance. Arms up to protect the face and strike, while his back leg was raised up on the toes, ready for a sudden kick. The kick came as a rapid roundhouse to Colby’s right knee, causing him to stumble as Alex took advantage by striking him with a jab, punch, hook, punch combination. As the pain flashed through Spencer’s mind, Alex took advantage by wrapping his arm around Spencer’s chest to drop him with a reverse STO. But Spencer managed to stay on his feet, and instead used Reyn’s own momentum to drop him with an STO of his own. As Alex’s back hit the mat, Spencer grabbed a hold of his left leg and immediately began turning to lock in a figure four. But Alex lashed out with his free leg as spencer turned away, delivering a hard kick to the back of his left knee. Spencer stumbled forward into the ropes, as Alex backed up. Using the other side of the ring for momentum, he charged forward, ran up Spencer’s back like a ramp and leapt over the ring ropes, grabbing Colby by the back of his neck and pulling his throat down against the top rope before landing on his feet outside the ring. Colby grabbed his throat in pain, coughing violently as his eyes watered. With his vision blurry, he didn’t see Reyn springboarding of the ropes until it was too late. Reyn wrapped his arm around Spencer’s head to drive him down with a springboard DDT, but as he fell backwards, he also swung both feet directly into Spencer’s left knee, taking him of his feet and driving his head into the mat. With Spencer once again on his back, Alex grabbed Spencer’s left leg by the ankle and placed his heel against the side of Spencer’s knee. RANDY THE PILOT: Vicious Eat Defeat to the knee there. BRIAN MASON: Reyn is looking very impressive for the second straight week. With his heel now pushing against Spencer’s knee, Alex held onto the ankle, innovating a modified submission. But the hold was amateurish at best, and Spencer was easily able to escape. Going on the attack with forearm after forearm. Reyn fought back as he rocked Spencer with a headbutt and grabbed him by the throat, pressing his thumb down on Colby’s windpipe as he calmly began to strangle him. Colby gasped for air as Reyn’s grip became tighter. No emotion was on Reyn’s face as he slowly stood to his feet, dragging Spencer up with him as he maintained the hold. Watching Colby’s face going purple, seeing the panic in his eyes… Suddenly Spencer lashed out, slamming a boot into Alex Reyn’s gut before taking him down with an arm rag. Breaking free of the choke.Alex rolled to his feet and charged in. Trying to take out Darren’s left leg with a running baseball slide, but Colby sidestepped and Alex rolled back up and came in again. This time however, he flanked right and sprang off the ropes, hitting Spencer with a springboard crossbody. Spencer tried to catch him, but his knee gave out, causing him to stumble and hit the mat. Reyn was on top. Reyn rolled off Spencer and slid out the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: The fuck this nigga doing, slime? Go for the damn pin! BRIAN MASON: What's he doing? Searching under the ring, Reyn grabbed a steel chair and stood up- -Only to have the chair driven into his face thanks to a baseball slide from Spencer! The move had been a bad idea for Spencer too though as he clutched his left knee in pain. His knee was still hurting and that kick had only made things worse. On the plus side, Alex HAD let go of the chair and now Colby picked it up and swung it at Alex Reyn. But the East Wind’s already impressive agility, coupled with Colby’s injured leg, allowed Alex to easily dodged the attack. Now it was Alex’s turn to attack. Taking advantage of Colby’s limited mobility, he once again went up high, running onto the apron then along the second rope like something out of The Matrix to spring off with a second rope suicide Van-terminator that kicked the steel chair right into Colby Spencer’s face! There was no wasted motion as Alex grabbed the steel chair again and brought it down onto Spencer’s left knee. Over and over again, slamming the steel into the flesh and bone. Grabbing Spencer’s ankle again, Alex tried to thread Spencer’s leg through the open chair, but Spencer lashed out, managing to fight Reyn off and back away towards the barricade. Alex wasn’t letting up however as he ran in- Bam! Only to get caught with a thrust kick to the jaw! Alex reeled back from the shot as Spencer once again clutched his left knee in pain, trying to ignore the burning ache. He grabbed the chair and violently slammed it down onto Alex Reyn’s back. Over and over again. But his strikes were reckless, unfocused. There was an edge of desperation to his attack. Even so, he was maintaining control of the match. As Alex tried to back away, Spencer grabbed him around the neck, pulling him own with a modified grounded sleeper. Basically an STS without the leg lock for obvious reasons.The lack of that leg lock may have been a mistake however, as Reyn was slowly able to stand to his feet, and drop Spencer with a jawbreaker counter. As Spencer reeled back, Alex grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him face first into the ringpost. Causing him to also go tumbling over the ring steps. Spencer was out in front of the announce desk and scrambling to get to his feet and away from Alex Reyn as the East Wind calmly walked towards him, like a monster in a slasher movie, his stride unhurried. Simply watching Spencer panic. Trying to get more distance, Spencer rolled back into the ring, trying to bait Alex into risking an attempt to get back in. In response, Alex through the chair like a missile at Spencer’s head. Spencer managed to catch it, but the distraction worked as Alex was able to get inside the ring and bring Spencer down with a running basement dropkick to the injured knee. Grabbing Colby’s left ankle, Alex once again slid outside the ring. Pulling Colby along with him so that the ring post was between Spencer’s legs before he violently bashed Spencer’s knee against the ring post, causing Spencer to cry out in pain. Holding onto the ankle with both hands and pushing against the ring post with his foot for leverage, Alex began to wrench Colby’s leg against the ring post. Blatantly ignoring the referee’s count (not that said count meant much in a No-DQ match) Bam! A desperate Colby was a dangerous Colby and he lashed out with a kick from his free leg, striking gold as the boot connected with Reyn’s temple. The reprieve was only temporary though, and Spencer knew it. His leg was on fire now and Alex was already recovering. Spencer had to take a chance, he had to do something BIG here or he was guaranteed to lose. Shielding his mind from the agony in his leg, he gripped onto the ring ropes, pulled back and… FLEW THROUGH THE AIR WITH A VAULTING CORKSCREW SUICIDE PLANCHA!! The crowd actually cheered as the move took Alex off his feet and Spencer slammed his hands repeatedly in the ground, trying to use the sting in his hands to block out the much greater pain in his knees. Slowly getting to his feet, he grabbed Alex and whipped him into the ring steps with such force, that the steps were actually knocked out of place from the impact. As Alex slowly stumbled to his feet, Spencer grabbed the top set of stairs, trying to hold them up as his knee screamed from the additional weight. Steadying himself, he tried to run at Alex with the ring steps- -Only to get speared to the floor for his troubles. As Alex looked down at Spencer to see the steel steps having landed on top of his head, an idea came into his mind. Grabbing Spencer by the back of his neck, he dragged him over to the bottom ring steps and placed his head face down on the metal before placing the steps on top so that the bottom edge was resting on the back of Spencer’s neck. Alex climbed onto the apron… DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STO- SPENCER MOVES! Alex Reyn’s feet hit the ring steps with a loud clang as Colby Spencer narrowly avoided having his neck crushed between the ring steps. With Alex off-guard, Spencer charged up the stairs and flew off to hit Alex Reyn with a flying clothesline that sent them both down to the mat. Fighting through the pain in his knee, Spencer grabbed Alex a front facelock before hooking Reyn’s leg and lifting him up RANDY THE PILOT: Colby looking for That's A Wrap!? JERMAINE MARKS: And he might just get it slime?! At the apex of the lift however, a sharp twinge of pain from Spencer’s knee caused an involuntary spasm, the distraction was enough for Reyn to slip free and land on his feet on top of the ring steps. A second later, Spencer had been taken down with a flying hurricanrana. Sliding back into the ring, Alex dashed to the opposite ropes using the momentum from the rebound to FLY out the ring with a running springboard suicide crossbody!! BRIAN MASON: Ascendant’s Wrath! The impact flattened Colby Spencer and Reyn wasn’t done there. Grabbing Colby by the back of the neck, he rolled him into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle. He waited, measuring his target… SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! The referee was down! ON-! But Alex had already rolled of his opponent before the ref could start a pin. JERMAINE MARKS: Slime, does this nigga even want the win? BRIAN MASON: You know, I don't even know anymore. Grabbing the still dazed Spencer again he pulled Spencer’s upper body out the ring and began to wrap his left leg around the bottom turnbuckle so that the metal bar connecting the turnbuckle to the ring post was between the bend in Spencer’s knee and his ankle was hooked on the bottom ring ropes. Realizing the position he was in, Spencer began to violently struggle in an attempt to break free. But with the majority of his bodyweight hanging out the ring he couldn’t get the leverage he needed as Alex backed up into the opposite corner... Suddenly Spencer knew what was about to happen, he tried to break free, tried to move as Alex came in… Everything seemed to slow down then as Alex leapt of his feet and dropkicked Spencer’s trapped knee against the metal ringpost. In the hushed, terrified silence, the sound of a wet ‘pop’ was heard... Then came the sound of Colby Spencer screaming. A horrible, anguished wail that burned itself in the minds of every man, woman and child in the audience. Many looked away, some tried to cover their ears. ANYTHING to block out that horrible noise, or the sight of Spencer’s pale face distorted in agony, his leg bent at an angle IT SHOULD NOT BE IN. The referee’s hands were up in the medical X sign as he went to check on Colby Spencer who had now fallen out the ring, sobbing involuntarily and uncontrollably from the agony in his leg. Alex Reyn stalked towards him, steel chair in hand. Immediately the referee pushed him back. The match was over, there was no way Spencer could continue, Reyn had won, he- Crack! The referee collapsed to the floor as the edge of Reyn’s chair impacted with his skull Not even breaking his stride, Alex began to circle around Colby Spencer, he watched with mild curiosity as Colby tried to crawl up the ring corner, leaning against the ring post for support as he stood on one good leg. Only to have that leg taken out thanks to Alex Reyn’s steel chair. Colby hit the ground hard, only to feel the cold steel strike him again across the face, drawing blood from his lips. He felt another burst of pain as Alex hit him again, this time in the side of his temple, then down on his ribs, into his chin… Chair shot after chair shot rained down on the helpless Colby as the metal slowly began to stain with blood… BRIAN MASON: He's not even trying to win! He just wants to hurt Colby. Put an end to this ref?! Jesus, put a damn stop do this! JERMAINE MARKS: Too late now, slime. Just gon' have to let it ride. Fighting valiantly, Colby tried to grab the chair from Reyn’s grasp and actually succeeded, swinging out at his assailant. But Reyn was easily able to sidestep the attack and mercilessly kick him across the face before kicking the chair out of his hands. With the chair out of the way, Alex straddled Spencer’s chest in a mount and began to brutally assault him with Palm strikes like a surgical machine. The palm strikes were not as powerful as the steel chair, but they were far more precise. Striking weak points and openings that the steel chair could not reach as the pool of blood began to grow larger... As Colby tried in vain to cover up from the merciless barrage, Alex stopped the striking to instead wrap both hands around the young man’s throat, coldly pressing his thumb against Spencer’s windpipe as he watched the mounting panic in Spencer’s eyes, the mouth and purple tongue that desperately tried to get air into his lungs… Then pain lanced through Spencer’s skull as Alex smashed the back of his head against the floor. Still gripping onto Spencer’s throat, Alex began to violently slam his head into the ground, like a child trying to smash open a piggy bank. Despite the violence of his actions however, there was still no emotion in Alex Reyn’s eyes. No joy, no anger, nothing but cool dispassion as he continued his brutal assault. A sudden explosion and the sound of pained screams drew everyone’s eyes to the top of the ramp, a ring of fire had erupted on the stage, burning several EMTs and security guards, and trapping the rest. Preventing them from getting to Colby’s aide. SECURITY GUARD: Shut it down! Shut it down! PYROTECHNICIAN: We can’t!! I-I don’t know what’s happening! Meanwhile, Reyn had stopped his asphyxiation, standing up, he looked down at Colby Spencer who was coughing violently and shivering as his lungs desperately tried to get their much needed air. Tears and blood both rolled down Spencer’s face as his body shook with the agony and fear, his ruined, useless leg still sticking out like some twisted noodle. Another scream echoed throughout the arena as Alex viciously punted the broken knee. Colby tried rolling away, tried curling up in a fetal position to protect himself, but Alex Reyn was right there with him and struck him with another kick to the ribs. But as Alex stared down at Colby with cold contempt, as Colby’s into body burned with an almost blinding agony, a new feeling began to flow into him. One stronger and more vibrant than all the rest. Anger. How DARE Alex treat him like this. Like some common piece of meat. A helpless victim! He was Colby Spencer! He was the FUTURE of wrestling! There was no WAY he would bow to some psychopathic STREET RAT!! Pressing his arms against the ground for support,, he began to stand up on his one good leg. Leaning against the barricade as he slowly raised himself up. He Lifted his head to stare down at Alex Reyn. His face was a ruined, swollen mess. Eyes bloodshot and red from tears, blood pouring down from numerous cuts including his shredded lips. His jaw and nose were almost certainly broken and yet his eyes burned with a fiery defiance as he stared down Alex Reyn. The wind was slammed out of Spencer’s lungs as Alex speared him to the floor. Not showing a shred of kindness, he grabbed Spencer and threw him into the ring steps. Once again causing him to tumble over and land in a broken twisted heap in front of the commentary table. For a few seconds, it seemed like Spencer was done. Then he began to stir. Once again pushing up to wobble on his one good leg, he once again fixed Alex Reyn with a defiant stare he pulled himself towards him along the ring apron. He was not going to let Alex Reyn bully him. And for the first time since his debut, Alex Reyn showed emotion. A faint smile of appreciation. A duelling chant began to spread throughout the crowd. “LET’S GO COLBY!!” “ALEX SUCKS!!” “LET’S GO COLBY!!” “ALEX SUCKS!!” “LET’S GO COLBY!!” “ALEX SUCKS!!” A violent punch struck Colby in the face as Reyn levelled him with another vicious combo before grabbing the back of his head and slamming him face first on the commentary table before throwing him back down to the floor. As Colby once again tried to fight through the haze of agony, Alex began pulling away at the arena mats, exposing the concrete floor. Grabbing Colby’s arm, he dragged him out over the concrete before placing his heel against the back of Colby’s head. CURBSTOMP TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! Alex pressed down with his foot, grinding Spencer’s face into the stone floor, looking like he wanted to crush his skull beneath his boot. Colby was fighting back though, roaring in defiance as he pushed back against Alex Reyn’s boot, fought against the heel on the back of his neck.. Alex Reyn backed off and kicked Colby in the head to knock the upstart dow- COLBY CAUGHT THE LEG!! With a powerful roar, Colby pulled on Alex’s Leg and took the East Wind off his feet! As the back of Alex’s head hit the floor, Colby crawled over towards Reyn to lock him in… THE GRIP!! (Reverse chinlock/Armbar combination) The crow exploded with cheers, urging Colby on as Alex struggled in his grip. But Colby had the hold locked in tight as he wrenched with all his might. There was no ring rope for Alex to get a rope break, and even if he COULD, he had knocked out the only man who could have made Colby release the hold. Colby know this too and he roared out and increased the grip. Not letting Alex go, not letting him go!!! Alex began to fade. His arm dropped limp, eyes closing, lips going loose as his body went lifeless. Slowly, feeling his opponent fade out, Colby relinquished the hold, panting from exhaustion and agony, he nevertheless began to slowly pull himself up to his one good leg, using the commentary table for support as he looked down at the unconscious Alex Reyn. A palm strike slammed into his good knee. JERMAINE MARKS: HE AIN'T HURT SLIME?! RANDY THE PILOT: Good possum trickery right there bruh Colby cried out in pain and stumbled forward as Alex rose to his feet, switching behind Colby, he grabbed him in an inverted facelock and… EAST WIND CUTTER ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!! Colby wasn’t moving now. His body was limp and lifeless after the sick thud of his skull striking the stone. Alex picked him up, slowly dragging his lifeless dead weight back into the ring and gently laying Colby’s unconscious body against the bottom turnbuckle before grabbing the steel chair and resting it on the same turnbuckle, edge against Alfie’s throat. Alex backed away to the opposite corner, measuring his opponent before charging in.. Blood burst from Colby’s mouth as the running dropkick rammed the chair into his throat. His face paled as his eyes rolled back into his head. Alex kicked the chair away And Colby’s limp form collapse on the matt. A pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him. Alex never even bothered to look back at Colby as he walked out the ring. He didn’t turn to look a t the security guards as he walked passed their fiery prison and through a back exit at the bottom of the stage. By the time the fires had died down and the EMTs had rushed to Spencer’s aid while security immediately rushed after Alex, there was no one to be found. He was already gone... WINNER: No Contest (15:54) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 10:36 PM Post #3 |
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![]() We’re backstage as Kyo sits in his lockering looking down at his shattered right hand. He’s looking around the locker room, he shakes his head in disbelief. He swallows hard as a look of discontent. Sighing heavily, he puts his head down as there is a knock at the door. KYO: Come in. The second Kyo responds former World Tag Team Champion, Beer Beer Ayano, twisted the knob and pushed forward. The door slammed against the wall of the men’s locker room. A few obscure guys, possibly the cleanup crew gathered their things and ran past Ayano. BEER BEER AYANO: Herro, you look-ooh shocked to see me. The former champion stated in her mellow but firm Nihonjin accent, dressed casually, took a few steps closer. BEER BEER AYANO: There aren’t-ooh many of us GFP wrestlers around these-ummm days. I’m not contracted-o here-u-anymore. My time in the United States will be done pronto-ru. BUT, that-o doesn’t mean I cannot visit someone I grew up in the business-o with-u-when he is in need of someone who gets the bigger picture. Little BB stated. BEER BEER AYANO: Kyo. Having to-ru-retire in this town. Leeds. In this-o country, the UK, instead of OUR country...Is sickening. I have every plan-o of retiring-uru at home when it’s time. You sit here without that luxury. There is a good thing-o. Speech-o! Beer emphasized heavily. BEER BEER AYANO: Tonight you can-u-let your peers and the fans of Nihon know-o from afar the toll this takes on-ru-yours, mine, and everyone else’s body. What do you-o say? Ayano backs up a step giving Kyo room to speak. Kyo was stunned silent, not only is he shocked to see her here, but her words cut to his very core. The worst part of all of this is that he had to retire her instead of his homeland. KYO: Thank you, I know this isn’t where you want to be. This is tormenting me to tell you the truth. For the two us to finally make it this far, and then, Kyo bites down on his lip, then starts to shake his head. KYO: For all this to happen. For Sine Mora to get those titles, and end my career on the same night. It was the worst night of my career. Then to have to retire after that, it almost feels as if my whole career was wasted. But, what you said holds true to the honor and integrity of puroresu. He stands up for the first time looking at the door, before making his exit one final time. KYO: However, there is a bright side as you said. I just need to get my head straight, this is without a doubt the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Ending my career before it really got started. A single tear falls down Kyo’s cheek. KYO: I guess now is as good a time as any right? With that Kyo shrugs walking over he gives her a quick hug, barely making contact with his injured hand before backing away. BEER BEER AYANO: Show these-o people that emotion. Go-ru-out to the ring. One final-ru entrance. Ayano pointed towards the door. Kyo nods letting out a deep sigh of relief. KYO: One last time. He makes his exit as Beer Beer looks on. ![]() [ EARLIER TODAY ] Prior to Defiance the cameras invaded a local hotel that went by the name of the ‘Park Plaza,” following behind the Crowned Royalty Champion - Fran. The inside of the building was absolutely beautiful. Many lavish things were sprinkled all over: a fireplace in the lobby surrounded by comfortable couches. As well as many other things. Fran dragged her suitcase down the lobby. As she turned a corner she bumped into the current HKW Bloodlust Champion, Ashley Sullivan. If you’re a member of the HKW audience you’re jumping up in your seat, something is about to GO DOWN! It’s gonna get GUT! #BookerTVoice. FRANCESCA: Bruh why you lookin’ at me like that? The Crowned Royalty Champion asked Ashley Sullivan, her eyes widened. Possibly because she’s out of her mind, but she was genuinely shocked to see the Bloodlust Champion. Ashley did not share Fran’s look but instead looked at her with a raised eyebrow. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I’m looking at you like someone that just bumped into me. And you of all people. With the bone I have to pick with you, I’m surprised it’s taken this long to finally get this close. You know, I USED to hate you because of how you won the No Limits title way back when… but he’s dead to me now so that’s just whatever. But all that crap with Fel, now that’s still very real. You don’t just stab a best friend in the back like that. We’ve been buds since back when we were tag champs and stayed that way. Even when everyone else thought she was a bitch and hated her guts, when whats-his-name was challenging for her belt, nothing changed with us. While you turned on her when you thought it’d get you ahead in this business. But then I heard about your little talk after War Ready and asked myself… “Is she for real or just trying to play another game?” The Crowned Royalty Champion’s crazed glare got...crazier? Fran rested her suitcase against the wall before folding her arms. FRANCESCA: Y’know I ain’t like yo ass either for a long time, yawl. But I ain’t dislike ya for no damn body I ain’t like ya cause like the rest of them niggas YAWL always felt the need to make a fuckin’ slick ass comment bout Fleexican when Fleexican ain’t done nothin’ to yawl. Ala that fuckin’ nobody Freya Kane. She ain’t deserve no mention on this program but Fleexican generous today yawl. If it was bout Colton, that’s fair….Still. There ain’t NEVA EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA been a time when you was on that list of people who I’m FINNA SLAY one time or another just because they lessers. I BEEN knew ya had a bond with Fel Fel. That yawl made history in this fuckin’ sport when yawl won them Tag Team straps. Don't nobody care bout Charlie Samuels, I’m talkin’ bout Ashley Sullivan n’ FEL FEL. Fran took a few steps closer to the Bloodlust Champion. FRANCESCA: But don’t get shit twisted, lawd, JESAS is at the TIPPY TOP of this gotdamn business. There ain’t a DAMN thing anybody can say to disprove it yawl. CROWNED ROYALTY. NO LIMITS. KNOXER AWARDS. BEST MATCH AT DESTINY LAST YEAR YAWL. There ain’t a DAMN person alive who finna debate that JESAS not at the TAWP of this company. She added with immovable confidence. FRANCESCA: Me n’ FEL FEL problems were AHEAD of TAWP though, bruh. We was in a league ABOVE that. The reason I done did what I did to Fel Fel is ‘cause she was a THREAT to Fleexican bein’ NUMBA ONE in this HKW, bruh. NUM..BA...FUC...KIN’...ONE GURL. I was fuckin’ sure I wasn’t finna stop till I got what I wanted but War Games game through n’ seein’ that much blood bruh. Finna show yawl somethin’ cause people be thinkin’ this shit don’t come with a price. Fran reached down, she lifted her long-sleeved shirt up to the upper-stomach area revealing various scars on her sides and back from the War Games match and various other bouts like the Glass Table Match with Nina Stokes. There were also stitches on Fran’s forehead right at the hairline. FRANCESCA: THIS what went down Ash, this shit escalated to the point where we got memories bout this shit till we DIE bruh. All them hours on the road, in cribs...Fel Fel my SISTA bruh. When I was sittin’ with the trainers backstage it hit me yawl. Fel Fel ain’t NEVA had nobody she could trust till I got in this business. Then she lost that comfort cause of me. She sat in a damn WHEELCHAIR, that’s why I ain’t consider War Games a win unlike Luke. THAT’s why I ain’t show up to BB’s hospital party. My SISTA got hurt. Cause I thought takin’ ha out woulda been good, but the shit made me miserable. Fran lowered her shirt again. Her head sunk a little, and it was easy to tell she genuinely felt strong emotions about this. Especially if she was willing to express them with someone she rarely spoke to. FRANCESCA: So. Is that genuine enough? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: So we’re showing off scars in this pissing contest now huh? OK, I got you. The Bloodlust Champion turns around and lifts up the back of her shirt, cuts criss-crossing all across her back where the barbed wire had cut her a month and a half before in her match with Brian Stryker at War Ready. She stands there for a few seconds to let Fran see her “battle scars” before turning back around. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You MAY be one of the top people in HKW but I’m coming up for that same spot. Being a HKW original, it’s about time I take my rightful place here and I’ve proven I deserve it. Whatever I touch in this business turns to gold. I made a star out of Stryker at War Ready when he was a nothing more than a preshow and opening match guy. Even with how much you and Nina were going to kill each other over the Bloodlust title, no one cared. Bloodlust title matches were a piss break before I took it at Darkness Falls. And now look at what it’s become since then. I did what you wanted to do and I didn’t have to stab my best friend in the back to do it. FRANCESCA: It’s Nina’s fault yawl she was a fuckin’ bum ass teddy bear back then. Even Fleexican’s top billin’ couldn’t save ha. Shaking her head, Ashley almost laughs as she thinks as Fran scratched her head. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: But you know what, if Fel can looks past what you did then so can I. You fucked up but at least you know you did and fess up to it. Just keep in mind that I don’t even have to be done making my name with the Bloodlust title for you to have some company on that mountain top. As far as I’m concerned, I’m already there. A faint smile formed on the face of the Crowned Royalty Champion. FRANCESCA: I’m finna keep that in mind. You keep holdin’ on to that Bloodlust strap. Don’t let no DAMN Stryker Strickler get that jawn. I got hella business to take care of in this city. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You do that and I’ll handle my end by holding onto my strap. The Crowned Royalty Champion did something completely uncharacteristic and patted Ashley Sullivan on the shoulder before grabbing her suitcase and walking past her as the video came to a close - the feed cut back to the ring. ![]() 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. WHISPER VISPERI: Hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Self Proclaimed Favorite Son of Ontario, Your Favorite Wrestler, and Mine: ARIES ARMADAIST! 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. "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. WHISPER VISPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! "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. ALL OR NOTHING SERIES Salem Cartier vs. Aries Armadaist DING! DING!! DING!!! Aries and Salem stand on their opposite side. Aries tries to catch Salem off guard by rushing her suddenly. Salem sidesteps him and trips him to the mat. Aries rolls onto his back and looks up at Salem, who gives him a teasing wave. Aries gets back to his feet, nodding. Aries samples with a few jabs. Salem dodges them, which sparks Aries to continuously throw faster punches. Salem dodges most of them, but catches a quick jab to the cheek. She backs off, which prompts Aries to mock her by waving back. BRIAN MASON: Salem gets away from that early barrage. JERMAINE MARKS: No nigga tryin’ to catch those hands. Salem circles around Aries who stands still, looking almost bored. Salem samples herself, throwing a leg kick. Aries takes the first one, vocalizes his discomfort, and then checks the next. Salem comes back in, feints a kick, and catches Aries with a swift kick to the side of the head. Aries is quick enough to block the full brunt of the damage, but has to back off himself. Salem winks at him, which causes Aries to kick the bottom rope, irritated. Salem advances, but Aries throws a gut kick that Salem avoids. She backs away, which gives Aries enough room to rush in for a knee to the gut. He takes Salem by the back of her neck and gives her two more knees to the gut. Salem doubles over in pain and hits the ground. Aries shoves his hand into her face as he goes for the pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries mushes Salem’s face and takes her up roughly. He gives her a soft slap, which she responds with a crippling right hand. Aries steps away, checking his jaw. Salem comes back in with a dropkick to his back. Aries hits the top rope, but hangs on. Salem tries to come back in for a clothesline, but Aries dumps her over the top rope. Salem hits the outside, but manages to land safely enough. ONE! TWO! THREE! As she goes to re-enter the ring, Aries jumps down and launches her back with a baseball slide. Salem rolls to her feet and takes a breather. RANDY THE PILOT: Ayy, that’s pretty smart. FOUR! FIVE! Salem makes another attempt to get into the ring. This time, she jumps onto the ring apron. Aries tries to trip her up again, but Salem leaps over his leg. She ducks a right hand, a left, and leaps over him. She takes off for the rope. When she comes back, Aries charges forward and connects with a leaping headbutt. Salem hits the mat roughly, gripping her mouth. Aries goes for the immediate cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries claps his hands in frustration as he makes it to his feet. He primes himself for the rising Salem. When she makes it to a knee, he takes off, trying for the Skidmark Wizard. Salem ducks underneath the incoming rear and crawls forward. When Aries turns back around, she jumps up and hits him with a monkey flip DDT! She goes for the pin right after. ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Salem almost had it there. RANDY THE PILOT: It cracks me up when Aries throws his ass around like that. JERMAINE MARKS: Good way to get ya ass kicked. BRIAN MASON: …Was that a pun? Salem is waiting for Aries in her corner, watching him make it to his feet. When he does, she takes off. He throws an instinctive lariat, which she evades. She springboards off, going for a back elbow, but Aries catches her mid-air and plants her with a German Suplex. Salem escapes to the corner, but she is then crushed by Aries who hits her with a rolling senton! Salem falls to the ground. Aries tries for the cover. ONE! TWO! SALEM PUTS HER FOOT ON THE ROPE. JERMAINE MARKS: Save that energy, Sal, you got a long ways to go. Aries roars out in frustration, picking Salem up. Salem is woozy. He tries to scoop her up in a brainbuster, but on instinct alone, Salem knees him on top of the head. She falls behind him and pushes him forward. Aries “accidentally” hits the referee as she does. JERMAINE MARKS: Aries back at it again with the tactics’. When he turns around, she throws a kick out. Aries catches it. Salem goes for an Enziguri, but Aries ducks underneath it. Salem hits face first into the mat, which gives Aries enough time to scoop her up and plants her with Package Fallaway Powerbomb. Aries wags his finger, mocking Salem from earlier and goes to his respective corner. RANDY THE PILOT: It’s about that time… BRIAN MASON: He’s tuning up the worst band in wrestling today. Aries stomps his foot, awaiting Salem to get up. When she does, he proceeds to rush forward, looking to send Salem’s ovaries right out her mouth. However, Salem has different plans as she blasts Aries with a thunderous buzzsaw kick. BRIAN MASON: DID YOU HEAR THAT KICK? Aries crumbles to the mat and Salem falls on top of him. She begins to throw her head up, counting, but to no avail. She gets up to see the referee raising to his feet. She groans out and lays back down on top of Aries. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Salem gets up, with her head buried in her hands. Aries makes it to his feet, a bit stunned from the buzzsaw kick still. Salem starts to pepper him with chops. Aries saunters away from the chops, but Salem continues to follow. When they draw close to the ropes, Aries lowers down on them, keeping his chest away from Salem. Salem grabs onto his arm and twirls him around. Aries “accidentally” throws his hand up, thumbing Salem in the eye. BRIAN MASON: Ah, that bastard! RANDY THE PILOT: Why you complaining? You know that’s what he does, man. Aries then throws out three left hands, followed by a right hand, and finally he goes to finish off the combo. As he raises his elbow high in the air, Salem sparks to life. She evades the elbow and then catches Aries suddenly with the New Hampshire Handshake! Aries crumbles to the mat; Salem follows right after. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VISPERI: Here is your winner by pinfall, Salem Cartieeeeeeer! Salem gets off the disoriented Aries with her hand high in the air. JERMAINE MARKS: Remember what I said about a nigga catchin’ hands? BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Salem puts Aries away to get her first set of points in the All or Nothing Series. Salem goes to the top turnbuckle, celebrating happily. She turns back to the recovering Aries, who had gotten himself out of the ring. She wags her finger at him. Aries vocalizes his bitterness before heading backstage. The cameras then return their focus back to the victor. WINNER by PINFALL: Salem Cartier (11:12) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 10:46 PM Post #4 |
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![]() [PRE-RECORDED] The video opens at the Hard Knox Wrestling training facility in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The first thing we see are two couches laying back to back with one another, and a rather large recliner where HKW’s own psychiatrist, Doctor Anderson, sits with a clipboard in her possession. As the camera pans out, we see HKW No Limits Champion, Felicity Banks, and WCS Tag Team champion, Luke Wisia, facing one another while seated on two chairs. FELICITY BANKS: He’s seriously always had these… episodes where he’ll love me to death and loses whatever’s left of his saneness if anyone even looks at me the wrong way for six months, then he’ll hate me with every fiber of his being for the next six months. Only this time, it’s like he’s stuck in hating me! I haven’t even done anything to him! The No Limits champion yells out, stomping her feet off the floor. FELICITY BANKS: This all started because I was in Japan when he got in that accident and I didn’t jump on the first flight back home. Nooooo, he’s mad because I waited till the FREAKING THIRD FLIGHT TO GET HOME! It didn’t matter that I called him twenty billion times! Didn’t matter that I texted him double that! Didn’t matter that I sent people to his house to check on him! Nope. Felicity crosses her arms, her cheeks turning a soft shade of red as she continues her rant. FELICITY BANKS: The only thing that mattered to him was the one thing I couldn’t do. Since then it’s like everything I do pisses him off. I sneeze, he gets mad. I cough, he gets furious! I say the word FUE-TON AND HE GETS MAD BECAUSE I CAN’T SAY FUE-TON RIGHT! Doctor Anderson cocks her head to the side, seemingly confused by Felicity’s last set of words. DR. ANDERSON: A fue-ton, Fel? The No Limits champion turns her head over her shoulder to glance back at the doctor. FELICITY BANKS: Yes, a fue-ton. The black couch thing that folds into a bed. Doctor Anderson lets out a laugh, now knowing what Felicity’s trying to say. DR. ANDERSON: Ohhhh, a futon! Felicity shoots the doc her death glare before she spins back toward Luke, letting out a sigh as she slips back into her chair. FELICITY BANKS: That’s what I said. Doctor Anderson writes some things down on her notepad and starts to look at Luke Wisia, who was sitting in the chair across from Felicity. Wisia held onto the HKW GO Briefcase like it was his own child. DR. ANDERSON: Is that the way you think things are, Luke? Did this family tension start when you had that car accident and claim that Felicity wasn’t there for you? Wisia rolls his eyes and leans back in the chair. LUKE WISIA: This is what it full circles around to every damn time. Was it a starter? Ya. But then Fel changed, I been the same real dude since this shit spiraled. My own fuckin’ fam ain’t there for me when I needed them the most, but you know who was? Brandon. Brandon picked me up from jail. Brandon paid my bail. Brandon talked to the lawyer. Brandon took me home and gave me one of his talks. Notice that I ain’t say Fel in any of those sentences? Luke looks at Doctor Anderson as she is writing some something, then looks up to him with a pen tapping on the notebook. DR. ANDERSON: Interesting… Wisia whips his head around at the doctor with widened eyes. A little too forceful that it causes his chair to squeek. LUKE WISIA: What the fuck is so interestin’. DR. ANDERSON: Well, Felicity could only be there if her flights made it on time. You seem to know this, but don’t care either way. So you’re stuck on this grudge just because it doesn’t seem Felicity can teleport. Anyway, she doesn’t make it after your accident. Tell me what happened next. Wisia’s face scrunches up as he begins to think on it. A sick smile forms across his face as he leans back in the chair again. LUKE WISIA: We do what our fam has to do sometimes. Shit started to get heated in the ring between me and Felly Flop. I beat her. She beat me. I beat her again at War Ready. But now? She ain’t want none of this so she came up with excuses to why she wouldn’t get back in the ring with me. UNTIL I SHOWED UP WITH THE HKW GO BRIEFCASE THAT IS. NOW SHE WANTS A MATCH? WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THIS? Wisia starts to pet the briefcase on his lap like it were a cat. LUKE WISIA: ASK HER! ASK HER FOR YOURSELF! She wants what’s properly mine when that title across her shoulder is always up for grabs. I found this damn briefcase, I deserve to keep it. That’s the way the rules have always been. Match or not, though, I’mma keep this damn briefcase. I’mma get that damn No Limits Championship. I’mma cash in and be the HKW World Champ. I’m gonna be a triple champion by the time these two months are finished, and that? That eats the fuck outta Fel’s stomach to know it’s gonna go exactly like that. She ain’t able to stand the thought that I might pull off somethin’ she can’t. Felicity rolls her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: Of course he goes right into promo mode in the middle of a therapy session! See? This is what I have to deal with! He can’t separate real life from wrestling life! It’s driving me--- She stops, throwing her hands over her face to let out a loud screech. FELICITY BANKS: I didn’t give him a freaking match because I don’t make matches! I didn’t give him a match because I already BEAT him when the title was on the line! There’s freaking thirty something people on Defiance, why in the HELL should he get two shots at a title before someone else gets one? LUKE WISIA: Because I beat you… Luke interrupts, Felicity slowly turning her head to look back over at Luke with her eyes squinted. FELICITY BANKS: You did, and then I beat you for the title at Crowned Royalty! My show! And if War Games counts, then I guess Shark, Fran, Strike, Page and Brandon himself should get a title match too, right? She turns her head back to look at Doctor Anderson. FELICITY BANKS: This is dumb. This is stupid. I’m not sitting here and doing exactly what we could’ve been doing at the show. Bickering back and forth for no real reason other than both of us being stubborn as hell. I’m leaving. Felicity grabs her No Limits championship from the ground, flips her Killuminaughty sweatshirt hood over her head, and barges right out of Doctor Anderson’s office. Wisia waves “bye” to Felicity as he starts to pet his briefcase again. DR. ANDERSON: Um, okay. Wow. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Doctor Anderson looks back over to Luke with a face full of confusion, not sure what to write down on her notepad. DR. ANDERSON: With the way you get Felicity fired up and aggravated, are you sure this is healthy to continue doing to your family? You guys have been on each other’s side for so long now, but to let it be destroyed over your jobs and an accident that couldn’t be helped? Seems silly. Wisia stands up as his mouth drops in surprise. LUKE WISIA: Listen, I ain’t destroy what me and Fel had. She did. She just strolled outta here like a middle school child and you ain’t got nothin’ to say bout that besides “oh, well, that ain’t supposed to happen”. Then when she leaves, you turn right back around to me, and start blamin’ me again? Holy shit, I thought this was an unbias session we signed up for, not another play around of a Felicity Banks fanclub. I thought maybe with you FUCKIN’ wall of diplomas that you could do this fairly. I thought since you dressed like an actual doctor, and not a whore, that you’d have a fuckin’ brain cell in that head of yours. I ain’t able to separate my real life from my wrestlin’ life because FELICITY MAKES THAT IMPOSSIBLE! I thought this whole session was to talk bout our problems and get them settled, not storm outta the room like ya man told ya that you make a shitty sammich so you storm outta the kitchen. I thought an educated person, like you, would be able to figure all this shit out without badgerin’ me like everyone else does. That, or give Felicity some damn medication that literally makes her retarded so I ain’t gotta deal with her anymore. I WOULD POKE HER FUCKIN’ EYES OUT WITH MY THUMBS IF I AIN’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO MY FAM BITCH BOUT IT FOR THE NEXT TWENTY FAMILY REUNIONS. Wisia just stands there and stares at Doctor Anderson, who stares right back at him, not even daring to write a single note on her notepad. After a few seconds of staring, Luke clutches the briefcase close to his chest and salutes the doctor. LUKE WISIA: Good day, bitch. This time it’s Luke who storms off screen and closes the door behind him. Doctor Anderson looks baffled as she starts to scribble down notes, but shakes her head when she’s finished. She pulls off the paper and adds it to one of the folders close to her, before the scene fades away to black. ![]() As the show cuts back to ringside, we see an irritated Rhys Baines standing in the ring, dressed in his trademark suit. The former Family member paces the ring, mic in hand, and eyes to the ground. The Welshman then speaks, the audience quieting down to hear what he has to say. RHYS BAINES: Last Defiance, I had the No Limits championship won as I faced your precious crown jewel...FELICITY BANKS. The audience cheers at the mention of the current No Limits champion, getting a shake of the head from Baines. RHYS BAINES: But, instead, I was robbed. Boos from the audience this time. RHYS BAINES: And the only person to blame for me not walking out last show as No Limits champion is none other...than Jensen Banks! Rhys finally looks up from the mat and over to the entranceway before making a hand wave motion. RHYS BAINES: So right now, I want Jensen to get his scrawny arse out here and explain himself, because I think we all want to know why he decided to do what he did, yes? Baines lowers the mic and waits as the audience goes quiet as well. Then, suddenly, the curtain opens and Jensen Banks steps out to cheers from the audience. He also seems to be carrying a mic and waits for the audience to quiet down before he points right at Rhys. JENSEN BANKS: I love how you’re out here, demanding all these things and whatnot when you really don’t deserve a damn thing but a kick to the jaw and a “fuck you”. The audience stays silent as Jensen slowly makes his way down to the ramp, shaking his head. JENSEN BANKS: But for some reason, I’m feeling pretty fucking generous, so I’m going to tell you exactly why I did what I did. Just let me get in the ring and tell it to you very slowly since you seem to be too stupid to actually put two and two together. Banks then gets to ringside and hops on the apron before entering the ring. He and Baines have a small staredown before the young man from Brooklyn finally gives him the answer he’s looking for. JENSEN BANKS: The reason I helped Felicity over you is because she is family, while you are nothing more than a spineless shell of the man who I once considered a brother. I helped the person who deserved to be champion, not the goddamn moron who tried to cheat his way to a title win. I helped the face of this company, not the ass of this company. Rhys shakes his head before he responds to Jensen’s insults. RHYS BAINES: Careful, boy. Would hate for that little info we talked about- JENSEN BANKS: Oh, here we go with the blackmail again! You know what? I actually got something for that. Just let me reach into my pocket to get it. Banks takes a step back and uses his free hand to reach into the pocket of his jeans. When he seems to have found it, Jensen pulls his hand out...but moves forward and drops Rhys with a Bank Shot! Baines is out cold and Banks is standing over him as the audience cheers! JENSEN BANKS: That’s what I got for your blackmail, which is now...absolutely useless thanks to my half brother. Jensen then reaches into his other pocket and pulls out some of the papers he was given before ripping them and allowing the pieces to drop on the knocked out Baines. JENSEN BANKS: Consider your blackmail useless now, FRIEND. Once he’s done ripping the papers, Banks drops the mic and exits the ring as the audience continues to cheer for him. He doesn’t bother looking back until he reaches the top of the stage, turning and flipping the semi-conscious Rhys off before he disappears to the back. BRIAN MASON: That may have just been the start of an all out war... JERMAINE MARKS: Jensen one dumb motherfucker but these Banks family members always got a way out of this shit. RANDY THE PILOT: Y’all seen my fish and chips? SCARLET FLINT: Let me ask you a question, what would you do to get to the top? Fade in slowly. Scarlet Flint She seated in a large metal chair, one that somewhat resembles an iron throne. The camera switches to a shot of her face. There’s no smile, no smirk―nothing but seriousness. SCARLET FLINT: You see, I’ve been in this Business a couple of years now. I aint no veteran or nothing like that. Shit, I might not be in wrestling long enough to even call myself one. But, I’ve seen and heard shit in my two to three years. Man, everyone and their mama’ want the same thing. They wanta’ make some money for their familia, and they want to become champions. Noble noble shit; I aint knocking that. But bitch, how you supposed to do that when that is everyone’s goal? Wrestling aint like other sports. The number of spots available is even more limit, even more precious. So if you following the status quo, how the hell are you gonna’ reach your goals, huh? She lets out a small sigh. SCARLET FLINT: Over the past few months, yall have seen what Sine Mora will go through to reach its goals. We bludgeoned and beat a man. We kept him isolated and confined. We crippled him, we maimed him. All for this― Scarlet reaches down by her side; her fingers grip at a leather strap. She gently lifts the HKW World Tag Team Championship into the air for a few moments. SCARLET FLINT: HKW is full of pretenders and posers. Some say shit cause they think it’s the right thing to say; others say shit cause they think it’s what people want to hear. But when it comes down to being about it, when it comes down to that action―they flake the fuck out. Sine Mora has proven itself to be otherwise. Artemis and I proved that we’d do whatever it took to win these belts. Little pests and flies tried to get in the way, and we all saw what happened to them, didn’t we? They got stomped out and squashed. She nods. SCARLET FLINT: Now, that begs the question―what the fuck will we do to retain them? She pauses for a second. SCARLET FLINT: The answer to that question is simple―anything and everything. Again, she pauses. SCARLET FLINT: Stagnation kills divisions. Stagnation kills companies. Trust me, I’ve got the death corpus of dead promotion in my closet. Defiance’s tag division was on the verge of death...still is if we being honest. Oh, but fear not. Sine Mora is here to give it milk, pat it on the head, and watch it grow big up to be big and strong. She nods her head. SCARLET FLINT: But, there’s some shit that HKW needs to understand. You see, restoration and fortification is a long process. And at the base of it all, there are two constants― purification and destruction . There’s going to be more violence. There’s going to be more bloodshed―and knowing me and Arty, there’s gonna’ be a lot more. If Kyo and is bitch-made partner feel rear their ugly heads again, they will get beat the fuck down. If dumbass Ayano and Snorlax slither up, they will get beat the fuck down. Hell HKW, feel free to bring up those lil’ wonder twins from AIR who challenged us―they will get BEAT the FUCK down! She shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: Artemis and I will restore order and balance. We will right the wrongs that were previously committed. But most importantly, we will be great―by any means necessary. The camera fades out. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! As the sounds of In This Moment’s “Dirty Pretty” comes over the Public Announce systems, the fans in the arena begin to let out a cloud of boos that fill the arena. The lights in the arena dim for a moment, before they turn to a mixture of pink and white. The camera quickly goes over towards the stage where Reese Spencer has had her way out. As the beautiful vixen stands atop the ramp, she places her hands on her hips. While the fans continue to rain down their disdain, a smirk befalls the beauties face. As Reese begins her descent down the ramp, she lets her arms fall down her sides. Slowly making her way down to the ramp, Reese keeps the smirk firmly planted on her face. With the constant boos continuing from the crowd, she eventually raises both of her arms into the air as she embraces the fans reception. After a few moments, she places her hands back down to her side and continues to walk towards the ring. When Reese finally makes it to the end of the ramp, she stops in her tracks. Looking over to her left and then her right, Reese passes her hands on her sides. Starting from her chest all the way down to her waists, she embraces her curves as the fans continue to boo her. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… being accompanied to the ring by Jinx Hextall… from New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!! Spencer then walks over to the ring, as she turns her back to it. She looks up towards the entrance way. Spreading her stance out, she then throws her arms up in the air once more. Moments later, she puts them down on the ring apron and hops onto it. While seated on the ring apron, she reaches her right hand up and grabs onto the middle rope. As she pulls herself up, she keeps her torso turned down. Suddenly, she flips her hair up. Then, as it reaches her back the fans continue to boo her. Reese then places her left leg into the ring over the middle rope. Then, she bends back and lets her back touch the rope before bringing her right leg into the ring. Reese walks to the center of the ring. As she looks up at the fans who are booing her, she raises her right hand into the air. With the stream of boos continuing, the sounds of “Dirty Pretty” begins to fade. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… “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, weighing 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. BRIAN MASON: Should be a fun contest here, folks. RANDY THE PILOT: One has to assume that Reese isn’t at a hundred percent after that TLC match a few weeks ago. JERMAINE MARKS: Slime, she had fourteen days to recover. She be aight. What we should be talkin’ bout is them Sine Mora broads tryna kill my nigga Adonis and Kyo! Both competitors do some prematch stretching as the referee gets in the middle of the ring and motions to the timekeeper. SINGLES MATCH Reese Spencer w/ Jinx Hextall vs. Adam Adonis DING! DING!! DING!!! Right as the opening bell sounds, Jinx Hextall jumps down from the apron and begins cheering her partner on. Reese jumps and down in place for a bit, watching as Adonis glares outside the ring, confused as to why Kyo wasn’t out there with him. BRIAN MASON: Trouble in paradise? RANDY THE PILOT: Nah, Kyo probably not stupid enough to associate with Adonis after what Sine Mora did to him. Seeing that Adonis was more focused on who wasn’t there instead who was there, Reese pushes forward and rolls Adonis up with a schoolboy, pushing all of her weight down against his legs as the referee slides into position to make the cover! ONE! TWO! THRRRR-NO! Adonis just barely manages to push Reese off in time, breaking the count at two and three quarters. Both Reese and Adonis charge at one another, only for Adonis to catch his opponent with a hellacious superman punch! Adonis glances over at Jinx and gives her a sarcastic wave as he pulls Reese up by her hair and flings her into the nearest corner. Adonis looks over at Jinx and shoots her a grin, but Reese comes out of nowhere and knife edge chops the color off of Adonis’s chest! Adonis backs up enough for Reese to charge out of her corner and take Adonis down with a running neckbreaker! Adonis sits up, but Reese is right there to catch him with a basement dropkick, then follows it up with a jumping knee to Adonis’s face! She makes another cover… ONE! TW--KICKOUT! This time, Adonis kicks out at one, but Reese is right there to continue her attack. She stomps down on the back of Adonis’s head, then grabs his arm to lock in her cattle mutilation submission, but Adonis quickly overpowers her and shoves Reese away. Adonis tries to get to his feet, but Reese is right there to boot him square in the face! RANDY THE PILOT: Reese staying a step ahead of Adonis here. BRIAN MASON: She’s showing that she’s more than just beauty! JERMAINE MARKS: Let’s not start trippin’, slime. Match just started bout a minute ago. Almost on cue, Adonis brings Reese down with a drop toe hold, and then maneuver himself on to her back. He locks his hands around her waist, pulls up, and delivers a crisp deadlift German suplex with the bridge! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! Reese pulls her shoulder up off the canvas to break the pin, a smirk forming on the face of Adam Adonis. Adonis pops up to his feet and arrogantly kicks at the back of Reese’s head before he rips her up by the air and whips her into the ropes. Reese comes running back toward Adonis, only to catch a knee to the midsection, followed by Adonis setting Reese up for the buckle bomb! JERMAINE MARKS: Adonis got the right idea, but she gon’ need to turn her head around. BRIAN MASON: … jesus christ, Jermaine. Adonis lifts Reese up and goes to launch her into the corner, but Reese flips over Adonis head, locks her legs underneath Adonis’s arms, and deliver a crisp sunset bomb with the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… REEEEESE SPENCER! As Jinx holds Reese’s arm up high in the air to cheers from the crowd, “Welcome to Hell” by Bad Meets Evil hits the sound speakers. The audience looks over at the top of the ramp to see Odyn Davel Balou and Chance Frost wearing their Reaper cuts, beers in hand. BRIAN MASON: The hell are these guys doing out here?! JERMAINE MARKS: Prolly lookin’ for a double date or somethin’. Reese and Jinx both turn their attention to Balou and Chance, watching them as slowly pace down the entrance ramp, microphones in hand. ODBIII: Oh shit, Reese. You make good fight. You are much better fight this week than you are were last times in tables, ladder and crazy bitch match. Reese and Jinx continue to look on as ODB takes a swing of his Miller Lite. ODBIII: And I am help to hear and wonder why these is happen. Why are you much better fight this show than you are to be last show. But then I remember what we are do last week after show, haha! Are you remember, Reesepieces? Suddenly, a look of concern forms on Reese’s face as Jinx looks over at her partner with a stare that said ‘what did you do?’ ODBIII: We are have good time, Reese. Don’t we have good time with Reese, Chance? Frost couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer as he nearly spit out some of his beer on some of the nearby fans’ faces. He nods with a devilish grin. CHANCE FROST: A good time is a goddamn understatement, Odyn. Wouldn’t you agree Reese? We had us one of the best nights in all of best night history! Frost looks over to Jinx who looked completely confused. CHANCE FROST: Oh, Jinx. Honey, you should’ve been there. That girl standing next to you is a damn animal, I tell you! Well what am I saying? You were there! Kind of, haha. ODBIII: Yes, Jinxypoo. We are so feel bad that we are forget to invite you to come, so we are record this to air here tonight on Defense number… The newly acquainted Reaper pauses, looking over at Chance. ODBIII: What is this roman numbers shit. I only know three because I am O D B three. CHANCE FROST: It’s uh, forty-five. Defiance 45! Frost looks around to the fans to make sure he was right. He was, just had to make sure. The two Reapers walk up the steel steps and enter the ring. Both Jinx and Reese back up cautuiously. CHANCE FROST: Now ladies I don’t want you to be discouraged about what this is what we’re about to show you. It was all in good fun and we had a great time putting it together for you two. Hell, Reese you were the most important piece of it! Frost takes a swig from his bottle and looks towards the Knoxotron. CHANCE FROST: Fellas, roll the footage! You girls are gonna love this. Both Reapers point at the knoxotron as a video taken by an iPhone begins to play.
The camera focuses on Reese Spencer, showing her looking as if she were ready to cry. Jinx stands to her side, and shoots both ODB and Frost a stare, but the two Reapers couldn’t stop their laughter. ODBIII: Awwwe! What is matter, Jinx? You are not happy we let you do what you wish you can do but cannot because Reese is not less be hen? Balou chuckles. ODBIII: Oh, yes! Trust me! ODB knows Reese is not lesbian, and I am have video to prove this too, friends. You want see? CHANCE FROST: WHOOOAAA!!! Chance lunges over to Odyn and shaking his head. CHANCE FROST: We can’t show that on television. I mean… He looks over to Jinx and shrugs. CHANCE FROST: It’s just appropriate, you know? The things she was….Nevermind. Nevermind. We can't show that! Besides I think we proved just how better of Reese is without Jinx around. If tonight wasn’t enough proof of how much Jinx is holding you back, Reese. I don’t know else could. Frost looks around to the crowd. CHANCE FROST: Cause I think I can speak for ever son of a bitch in this building that Reese a lot funner without this cock butch blocking bitch is around, am I right?! A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd. CHANCE FROST: We just wanted to come out there and share that with you, ladies. And congratulate Reese on her victory. You know? We’re good friends like that! Now we’re just gonna go ahead and go. Let you two talk and whatever it is you women do these days. Odyn and Chance begin to exit the ring but Frost stops and looks back at Jinx. CHANCE FROST: And if you just so happen wanna see that uh...Rated XXX of that fun night, Jinx. You let us know. We’ll bring the provide the popcorn and butter for your viewing pleasure. He winks to her. CHANCE FROST: See ya later. The two Reapers now exit the ring and head back up the ramp sharing a laugh with one another as Reese and Jinx are seen in the middle of the ring trying to talk it out. WINNER: Reese Spencer via pinfall (2:59) |
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![]() Jaxon Queen is shown backstage, putting the finishing touches on his ring gear as he puts on both of his elbow pads before slapping them to make sure that they will hold up later tonight. He nods his head when they pass his test before he gets to his feet and starts warming up, almost to stop right away as someone has entered his locker room. JAXON QUEEN: I’m assuming you came here to try and go over a strategy for tonight’s match? The camera quickly pans over to show none other than the Bloodlust title #1 contender, Brian Stryker. BRIAN STRYKER: Something like that. I’m here to tell you that I have you’re back tonight. Whether you accept it or whatever is up to you. But you know what Page is capable of, I definitely know what he can do. Our night will be a lot easier if we work together to make sure he get’s his. We work together those two tonight don’t stand a chance in hell, after tonight we can move on our own ways. So what do you? We on the same page? Stryker hold out his hand for Jaxon to shake, showing a sign of respect to the man. Queen nods before he extends his hand out and meets Stryker’s to complete the handshake. JAXON QUEEN: You read my mind. I don't know you, but as long as we got each others backs tonight, then we can definitely beat the crap out of Eva and Jimmy. I just ask you do me one favor. If that son of a bitch tries to run, do whatever you can to keep him in the match. BRIAN STRYKER: The bastard will have no chance to run. Either he gets pinned in the ring or he eats a boot outside. You have my word. Those two will never what hit them. Stryker gives Jaxon a quick pat on the arm as he walks off to get himself ready for this match. Looking forward to a little more payback himself. ![]() Adam Adonis sits backstage after his match, huffing lightly. His stamina has not completely gotten back to him. He takes a towel to his sweat drenched forehead, sighing to himself. He looks around for a moment, before suddenly his ears prick up. His eyes dart around as he hears someone whistling “Twisted Nerve”. The hauntingly cheerful tune puts him on edge. He hears boots clicking against the ground. Before he knows it, he sees Artemis Kaiser stepping forward, her lips moving with the eerie song emitting from them. Adonis stares at her for a moment, while she playfully rocks back and forth on her heels. ADAM ADONIS: What do you want, you conniving bitch? Artemis continues to whistle while bobbing around. She raises her hand, brandishing the same hammer that she battered Kyo with. Adonis tenses up a tad. Artemis twirls it around, taking careful steps towards Adonis. ADAM ADONIS: Fuck off! You want a fight?! Let’s go then! He charges forward; Artemis doesn’t move, but continues to whistle. Mid-attack, Adonis is cracked on the back by a baseball bat. He falls to his knees, trying to resist falling to the ground. Artemis treads over to him, putting her boot to the front of his face and giving him a hard shove. Adonis falls upon his back and tries to scurry to his feet. SCARLET FLINT: Nah, nah, lil’ boy, this lil’ game we’ve been playing ends now. Artemis looks at Scarlet who eyes her devilishly. Adonis fires off a shot at Scarlet’s leg, forcing her back. He gets to his feet quickly, trying to go to town on the doubled over girl. Artemis catches an elbow that keeps her away. Scarlet headbutts Adonis, but his tenacity and his survival prevails. He push kicks Scarlet and tries to escape. Right as he turns to start running, Artemis swings Scarlet’s baseball bat full force right into the front of Adonis’s knee. A roar of pain rips from Adonis’s vocal chords as he falls into the ground. He clutches his knee, screaming frantically. Artemis licks her lips and slicks back her hair before stepping gently over to him. Adonis tries to back away, but Artemis steps onto his broken knee. Adonis reaches a new volume at the torment Artemis put him through. She stands there, still grinning almost innocently as Adonis tried to pry his leg free. ARTEMIS KAISER: No, no, save your energy. You’re going to need it. A scream from Scarlet preludes Artemis lifting her foot off Adonis’ leg. Scarlet comes crashing down with the hammer onto Adonis’s shin. Another scream comes from Adonis. Artemis decides to sit down on the injured leg, applying all of her weight to it. Scarlet, in a frenzy, continues to kick away at Adonis, cursing lowly as she does. Artemis hands her the baseball bat. SCARLET FLINT: Bitch ass motherfucka! Scarlet swings the bat like a golf club, cracking Adonis across the face with it. Blood splashes nearby from an internal cut. Scarlet continues to stomp away on the fading man until Artemis reaches out for her hand. Scarlet stops and looks over at Artemis who shakes her head. ARTEMIS KAISER: No, Scarlet… Adonis, who has gone numb from the pain, looks over at Artemis. ARTEMIS KAISER: You have to make sure he’s awake. Take a rib. She picks up the hammer and hands it to Scarlet. SCARLET FLINT: Fine, fine. Scarlet seemingly calms down, lowering herself to the ground. She places a hand gently upon Adonis, searching for a rib. She taps it when she finds it and presses the hammer down upon it. SCARLET FLINT: Pray that I just get this one, bitch. Artemis looks directly at the camera and waves. Scarlet raises the hammer up and brings it down. The feed immediately switches upon impact, the only thing remaining is another loud roar of anguish from Adonis. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match! 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! "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans. After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI And his partner, from Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is JAXON QUEEN! An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI And their opponents, introducing first from Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! 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. 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. ‘Cause it’s all about that ‘Cause it’s all about that ‘Cause it’s all about that ‘Cause it’s all about that California love 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.[/center] WHISPER VIPERI And his partner, from Los Angeles, CA......Representing LAX.....EEVVVVVAAAAAA CCASSSTTRRRROOOOOO!!!! Jaxon and Stryker decide among themselves that Jaxon will start the match for them, giving a look over at the other corner while likely hoping that Page will do the same. He's disappointed though as Eva is the one to step forward. Titling his head, he cracks his neck as both he and Eva move to the center of the ring. TAG TEAM MATCH Jaxon Queen and Brian Stryker vs. Jimmy Page and Eva Castro DING! DING!! DING!!! With Jaxon having the clear strength advantage, Eva stays clear away from playing to where he'll easily gain the upper hand. Instead she ducks under his outstretched arms and runs around behind him. Just as he turns around, Eva jumps with a flip back to almost hit him with a sharp pele kick. Missing though, Eva is caught off guard with her back to Jaxon when he grabs her from behind and throws her back with a German suplex. BRIAN MASON: And here we go with the suplexes already. RANDY THE PILOT: I got an idea for a new game now. Every time Jaxon suplexes someone, eat a french fry. Eva stumbles as she gets up, almost falling into the ropes as she looks at Jaxon wide-eyed. She holds her back and shakes off the early shock of the suplex so early on in the match. Going back at Jaxon, she ducks under another reach from him. Instead of going for the immediate attack, she runs to the ropes and uses them to springboard back. Twisting back in the air, she turns back to Jaxon and hits him with a hard flying elbow to the head. He's only stunned by the blow though but she keeps the momentum going by grabbing his head down and dropping him down with a lucha DDT before rolling him over for the pin. ONE! TW--KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: Kickout with authority from Jaxon. Eva’s got to play this one smart if she’s going to stay in this and not play to Jaxon’s strengths. The force of Jaxon kicking out with authority sends Eva back into the ropes to give him time to get to his feet. He quickly grabs a hold of Eva and sends her running into the corner with Stryker standing close by. She does not have much time to recover from the whip into the corner with Jaxon almost immediately following up with a rolling elbow to leave her slumped down in the corner. Looking at Stryker, Jaxon tags him into the match. Stryker leaps over the top rope into the ring and hits Eva with a European uppercut before pulling her out into the middle of the ring. Pulling her head down, Stryker turns and swings Eva over before dropping her down with a falling neckbreaker and floats over her for a pinfall. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! BRIAN MASON: Two really complimentary styles here guys. JERMAINE MARKS: If these two really went at it, they’d turn this place into a three ring circus with all them flips. I ain’t fucking with no elephants, slime. Eva kicks out and is the first to her feet as she slips behind Stryker as he gets up, grabbing him by the head and dropping down with a running bulldog. Stryker rolls over onto his back and is in position when Eva runs back to the nearby ropes, using them to springboard back with a lionsault. Staying on top of him, Eva hooks the leg for a pin. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Stryker does more than kick out but twists his body to grab one of Eva’s legs as he stands, yanking it back with a single leg Boston crab. The referee checks to see if she is going to give up but Eva shakes her head no and reaches out for the rope. It is too far away but she fights to crawl every inch closer to reach out. Stryker sees how close she is getting and pulls her back into the middle of the ring as he really leans back into the hold. Coming out of nowhere is Jimmy Page as he lifts a leg and kicks Stryker in the face with a running big boot to lay him out on the mat. JERMAINE MARKS: Bruh just got knocked the fuck out by a big ass foot! BRIAN MASON: Indeed. Stryker never saw that coming. Eva lays on the mat holding her leg after the hold while the referee yells at Page for him to get back on the apron where he belongs. Being this close to Page, Jaxon reaches out his hand for Stryker to tag him in but he is still laying flat on his back after the big boot. Instead of going back to the corner immediately, Page grabs Eva by the leg to drag her back in that direction. Once she’s close enough, he goes back to the outside before tapping her to tag himself into the match. BRIAN MASON: The brings new meaning to the term “blind tag.” Stryker starts to come to his senses as he rolls over onto his stomach and reaches an arm out to Jaxon. Before he can get there to tag in his partner, Page cuts him off with a clubbing forearm to the back of his head. Page and Jaxon glare at each other as Page grabs onto Stryker’s face, gouging at his eyes in the process to further taunt the man on the apron. Page returns his full attention to Stryker. Pushing him back against the ropes, the chops slapping against Stryker’s chest echo throughout the arena. Pages lips curl up with a sadistic smirk as he sends Stryker into the opposite ropes. Coming back, Stryker leaps up into the air to come at Page with a flying crossbody. Page catches him in mid air though, twisting and lifting him to the right position for a powerbomb before sending him flying into the turnbuckle. Fortunately for Stryker, the corner he lands in is his own with Jaxon standing on the apron to tag himself into the match. BRIAN MASON: Uh oh. Can someone just call in the national guard now? JERMAIN MARKS: It’s about to go down! These two damn near killed each other at War Ready and I don’t think they done yet. Jaxon climbs between the ropes immediately while Page yells a sound like something from a werewolf movie as the two run directly at each other. The meet in the middle of the ring and go blow for blow with each other with rights and left clenched fists, neither looking like they are going to give an inch to the other. Page finally gains the upperhand with a headbut to Jaxon to stagger him back. Having the younger man stunned, Page lifts him up and drops him down across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Shaking off the haze filling his head caused by the quick series of blows in his all out fight with Jaxon, Page’s attention is drawn up to the entrance where Sho Kojima has come out to stand on the stage. He’s the the only one to notice the H.O.D. leader apparently as Eva slips down from the apron and moves slowly around ringside still favoring her leg from earlier in the match. BRIAN MASON: Wait… what the hell is going on?! Fractures within H.O.D.? RANDY THE PILOT: Does Eva have to take a piss in the middle of this match or something? JERMAINE MARKS: You idiot slime. Somebody getting ditched here. Page looks confused at first as he looks at the now empty corner then back to Eva as she joins Kojima at the entrance. It turns to anger soon though as he realizes just what’s going on. Unfortunately for him, he should have been more focused on Jaxon who was now back on his feet and stalking him with a broad smile on his face. When Page turns around, he never expect Jaxon to grab him by the head and drop him down with a Jaxed 2.0. Standing on the apron, Stryker holds out his hand for Jaxon to tag him in and let him finish Page off. Looking down at Page angrily, Jaxon relents and reaches out to tag Stryker who climbs the turnbuckle before jumping off and landing on the laying Page with the Air Stryke. Holding his ribs, Stryker covers Page for the pin. BRIAN MASON: I have a feeling there’s going to be hell to pay when Page comes to. JERMAINE MARKS: Yo, y’all H.O.D. peeps might wanna make yaselves scarce right now. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners, Brian Stryker and Jaxon Queen! Before Stryker and Queen could even think of celebrating... HUSHHH LITTLE BABYYY DON’T SAY A WORD…. On the Knoxotron shows Nicole Hamilton, smiling and smirking. She’s cradling over a what looks to be a baby, rocking it in her arms. NICOLE HAMILTON: Stryker...Hey Stryker…. Hey look up here!! Nicole cackles a bit, before rocking the swaddled blanket up some more. She smirks before tilting her head looking into the camera. NICOLE HAMILTON: Good...good match tonight….your family would be proud….and what a lovely...lovely family they are….you know family is such a funny thing. Proud. Supportive. I know your family is all that...oh I know that first hand… She smirks, rocking the baby some more. NICOLE HAMILTON: But what about when your family sees you at your low? When they see the “hero” that you told them you were fail? Will they still be proud? Supportive? She tilts her head, shrugging her shoulders… NICOLE HAMILTON: I wonder what this little guy thinks…hm, baby baby? She looks down, smirking at the “baby” in her arms...Stryker who was just a confused as a majority of the fans in attendance tonight goes white in the face as he starts to realize what’s going on. He runs his hand through his hair as his face turns to one of anger, fear, and panic. He quickly gets out of the ring and making his way backstage. BRIAN STRYKER: Where is she?! He would ask every single person he saw and no one seemed to know. BRIAN STRYKER: SHE’S OBVIOUSLY HERE! SOMEONE HAD TO HAVE SEEN HER! Finally after a long search and almost losing hope, a crewmember pointed down towards the boiler room of the arena. Without even saying thanks, Stryker pushes his way past the crew member and heads down into the lower level of the arena. As he walks through the maze of pipes, he grabs a rouge 2X4 just in case Nicole has any ideas of jumping out at him he’s ready. After what felt like an eternity of wandering, Stryker finds a stroller right in the middle of the room. It was Richie’s stroller for sure. BRIAN STRYKER: Oh thank god. Stryker drops the 2X4 as he sprints up to the stroller. BRIAN STRYKER: It’s okay Richie. Daddy’s got you. He goes to pick up his son but is shocked to see that it’s not his son. It’s a doll. A simple lifeless doll. Attached to the chest of the doll was a note. BRIAN STRYKER: Turn around? As he turns around, it reveals to be Nicole Hamilton standing behind him with the 2X4 that he had dropped. Her head tilts as she smirks, licking her lips before kicking his gut causing him to drop the doll and lean forward moaning in pain. NICOLE HAMILTON: HEY THERE STRYKY STRYK!! She shouts with a manic laugh jumping up and down, before wacking his back with the 2X4 causing him to collapse on the ground. NICOLE HAMILTON: Got you? Didn't I? Ya like mini Richie Rich?!? He's baby bloodlusty’s long lost brother.. She says, wacking him again over and over again with more manic laugh. NICOLE HAMILTON: You see what I can do? You see what I'm capable of? Stryker this is my scene. You're nothing my puppet. What do you do with puppets who don't understand their strings? She says, moving her boot to his cheek pressing down smirking. NICOLE HAMILTON: You break them down till they realize how worthless they are. You? You're going to much easier to break down than everyone else. She says smirking, kicking him in the gut hard. She leans down, grabbing his chin looking at him in his eyes. NICOLE HAMILTON: You're done here, Stryker. This is my division. You? You're nothing. See that? That's an example. See how easy it is for me to get to the ones you care about? Keep that in mind. Just like you'll protect your family.. I protect mine. Only difference is you'll never get your hands on mine… The bloodlust championship. Yours? You family isn't too safe… Stay away from my belt..” She says with a smirk, before slamming his head down. She gets up, picking up the doll smirking at it. Nicole grins turning and walking away, throwing the doll on him leaving him there fuming. WINNERS: Jaxon Queen and Brian Stryker via pinfall (12:11) |
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The camera opened up backstage, showing Jinzai sitting atop one of the production crates with a portable device in hand. It was a normal sight for those in the HKW locker room, seeing the former Hybrid Champion immersed in a video game or comic to pass time or ease his nerves before a match. But if one were to look closer, they could see the tension and unease growing in him. Between being the person that got pinned in The Wargames Match, as well as he and Stryker losing out on their handicap match last show, he was in a familiar spot: feeling the pressure and needing to win in a bad way. JINZAI: God...dammit. Jin sighed, jamming the game into his pocket before he pushed himself off of the crate to walk off. He manages to walk a few feet before somebody mistakenly bumps into him and causes him to drop his portable device on the floor. Jinzai shakes his head and politely apologizes, quickly assuming it was his fault with his mind being elsewhere, however, when he reaches down to pick up his device, the person puts their foot on it. The camera zooms into the vintage jordans before slowly panning upwards to focus on the face of James Shark, a smug look on his face. JAMES SHARK: You trying to pick up your little toy or you bowin’ before me? And speak up a little. I ain’t hear you apologize loud enough Chinaman. Jinzai glared up at Shark for a few moments, before smirking. JINZAI: First of all, Assclown, it’s Japanese. I know CTE is a bitch, but I’d think a guy as smart as you would recognize the difference. Jinzai’s words were dripping with sarcasm as he stood up. JINZAI: Second of all, if you’d politely remove your ass from standing on my DSI, I’ll be on my way. Kay? Kay. Shark’s concentration seemingly folds as he’s lost by Jin’s responses. He tilts his head to the side a little bit like a confused dog. JAMES SHARK: CTE? DSI? The fuck… He shakes off his confusion and glares at Jin now, stepping his foot down harder on his device. JAMES SHARK: Go to hell with your damn mathematical abbreviations and what not breh. The fuck you walking down the halls in such a hurry for anyways? Got somewhere to be? You had it right just a few seconds ago. On the floor is where you belong. Kiss my damn jays and I’ll give you back your precious calculator how about that? Shark looks right at Jin, smirking right at his face. The backstage cameras pan around the two men and captures this heated staredown. However, Shark’s cocky smile begins to fade away and turn into frustration as he realizes Jin isn’t bothered by him or what he has to say. This angers him and in response, he quickly realises his foot off of Jin’s DSI and kicks it hard. The DSI slides away from them and can be heard hitting a wall hard off camera. Jinzai looked over at the DSI blankly, seeing that it looked to be damaged from the kick. Slowly turning back to look at Shark, the blank stare hardened. JINZAI: ...Now, what’s about to happen is that you’re gonna walk over to that wall, pick up my DSI and dust it off from where your busted ass, $400 paperweight shoes scuffed it, and place it in my hands. Suddenly, an unfamiliar look of fear seems to overwhelm Shark. He blinks and quickly nods his head, stuttering during his reply. JAMES SHARK: Y-y-y-yes J-J-Jin, s-sorry. To Jin’s surprise, Shark wastes no time in jogging over to the seemingly damaged DSI. He picks it up, dusts it off and heads back on over to Jin who stands there a bit taken back. Shark is slowly about to place the DSI in Jin’s hands but ends up throwing it down onto the floor as hard as he can, breaking it even more as some electronic parts fly away from it. As if that wasn’t enough, Shark begins to stomp on it, speaking with every stomp. JAMES SHARK: FUCK-YOUR-STUPID-ASS-CALCULATOR-AND-YOUR-STANK-ASS-MASTURBATION-HAND-THAT-YOU-STICKIN-IN-MY-FACE-CALCULATE-MY-FOOT-MOTHERFUCKER After exactly 21 hard stomps, Shark steps back, the camera zooms into Jin’s unrecognizable DSI device. Jinzai’s eyes widened for a split second as he looked down at the now unrecognizable DSI, then looked back up at Shark. He continued to look between both the destroyed gaming system and Shark for a few split seconds, before he gave Shark a murderous glare. JINZAI: You better pray to whatever Gods you believe in, Asshole. Because you’re about to meet ‘em face to face in a few seconds. JAMES SHARK: Woah, woah, woah, chill out samurai warrior! Shark takes another step back and puts his hands out to prevent Jin from lunging in at him as it seemed he was ready to teach Shark a lesson. Shark then reaches into his pockets and pulls out a bunch of cash. All hundred dollar bills. JAMES SHARK: You tryna make a bet? Win back your calculator? What’s your spending limit huh? I got forty grand on deck, you can buy yourself a dozen of them shits along with some pokemon cards, panties in a vending machine or whatever the fuck else you’re into. Think you can finish your match quicker than I finish Brad Kane? Shark waves the cash in Jin’s face. Jinzai went to take a step forward, but paused as a thought came to mind. He looked at the gigantic wad of cash for a few moments, before jamming his hands into his pockets. JINZAI: It all sounds good… but that’s a little cheap, don’t you think? I mean, you’ve been saying how I can’t win when it counts and how I’ve got no heart since Wargames, right? If Forty Grand means you think you can finish your match quicker… how much do you think me actually pulling out a win is worth? Jinzai gave a casual shrug, smirking up at Shark. JINZAI: Why not try and double up to prove your point there, Mr. Shark? If I win, it’s Eighty Grand. Shark blinks, caught off guard a bit there but then quickly hides his surprise by bursting out into laughter and wiping an imaginary tear before shaking his head. JAMES SHARK: If you win… man, that’s rich. You’re right though. I do think you got no heart. You know why? Cuz you’re a fucking quitter. When the going gets tough, you break. You’re incapable of pulling through adversity - and you know what? Maybe your past matches say otherwise but since I’ve got here. That’s all I’ve seen from you. Shark shrugs his shoulders, thinking about Jin’s proposition. He then nods. JAMES SHARK: Okay. Win your match, you 80 thousand dollars richer. Shark shoves the large amount of cash back into his pocket. Some bills fall onto the floor in the process, he doesn’t bother picking it up, he slowly walks backwards, eyeing Jin down and smirking. Jinzai grinned brightly, putting his foot on one of the bills as he began to back away. JINZAI: Make sure to keep my money warm for me, Gesu yarō! He laughed, before picking up one of the bills and pocketing it as he went on his way, a little more calm and motivated to win his match after the confrontation. ![]() After the tag team match, a sweaty yet smiling Jaxon Queen is shown walking backstage, looking in a better mood than he has in months. He nods his head as he walks past some stagehands...before he is stopped by Eli Zayn. ELI ZAYN: Jaxon! Jaxon! Tonight, you and Brian Stryker went out there and defeated Jimmy Page and Eva Castro. Of course, Eva left during the match, thus allowing you and Stryker to capitalize, but that is another win for you over the man that cost you Crowned Royalty. How does that feel? JAXON QUEEN: How does it feel? Queen chuckles. JAXON QUEEN: It feels fucking fantastic, Eli. That hairy, ugly, and stupid fuckboy cost me a chance to finally go down in the HKW history books as accomplishing something of singles wrestling note in this company. He screwed me over. He robbed me of what would have been my first ever singles accomplishment because we all know that Fran was not going to beat me that night without help. Jaxon seems to reminisce of the night for a second, a scowl appearing on his face, before he shakes it off and cracks another smile. JAXON QUEEN: But just like that night where I beat Jimmy Page to move on in the tournament, tonight proved that the former FGA World champion has absolutely NOTHING on me. It proved that I’ve got his number. It proved that when we get in the ring again, hopefully one-on-one next time, I am not only going to beat him within an inch of his life...I’m going to send him packing too. After all, they don’t ca- The last few words never leave Jaxon’s mouth as he is charged at from behind, a chair slamming right into his back and dropping him where he stands! Eli runs away as JIMMY PAGE begins attacking Jaxon Queen, hitting him with the chair over and over and over again! Page then grabs the already hurt Queen and throws him into the nearby wall! JIMMY PAGE: YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OF ME?! YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OF ME?!! Page then starts looking around for anything to use against the former World Tag Team champion. When he finds a nearby rolling equipment crate, he quickly runs over to it and grabs it before waiting for Queen to slowly get to his feet before he drives the equipment crate into him, dropping him to the ground once again! Page then runs him over with the cart before leaving it on top of him! JIMMY PAGE: NOBODY TREATS ME LIKE A JOKE! NOBODY! Queen, barely conscious, uses the arm not pinned underneath the crate to flip Page off! JAXON QUEEN: Eat shit, you cowardly little bitch… Page snaps and pulls the crate off of Queen before he quickly catches him with lefts and rights, busting the young man open! Security eventually rushes in and pulls the madman off of the CR finalist, dragging him away as he screamed death threats at all of them. Jaxon eventually rolls onto all fours, his nose bleeding like crazy, but a smile on his face? JAXON QUEEN: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU FUCKING BITCH?! I expected more from you, Jimmy…. Jaxon then falls over onto his back, clutching his ribs as the medics came in to check on him before cameras cut elsewhere. ![]() A camera is backstage with Bloodlust Champion Ashley Sullivan to show her leaning back against a wall, a leg bent back to plant casually against the wall as she stands there with a confident look on her face. The Bloodlust Championship title belt lays draped over a shoulder, she holds it close to her chest while using her free hand to brush her hair away from her face and pull it back. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: A year ago, I announced that I would be coming back to HKW. I spread my wings elsewhere and got the experience that I knew I needed if I was going to move from being just “OK” to one of the top people in this business. Smarter and wiser along with a few tricks up my sleeve, I was coming home. Ashley smirks as she looks up and away from the camera as if struck by a sense of irony. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: And what a trip the past year has been. I came back on Dream On’s preshow to wipe the floor with Brian Stryker. I was totally willing to take Luke Wisia down to hell with me if that’s what it took to let everyone on both of HKW’s rosters know that I seriously not the one to piss off. When the fire of that match finally settled down, I was the only one still standing. That was also the night that I won this beautiful piece of hardware for the first time. After Nina Stokes’ fall from no longer representing the Bloodlust division, there was chaos. Everyone wanted to throw their name in the hat to get at this now that I had it and started to bring a new level of prestige to this title. There was no other option for me to take my rightful place as the Bloodlust Queen and take my seat on that jagged thrown no one else could claim. And now it’s all come full circle. The same guy I beat easily on Dream On earned the right to challenge for this last month. Brian saw what I what I had become since our first meeting and wanted to climb up to my level. He put everything he had into it, poured every bit of blood his heart had into our match at War Ready, but he just couldn’t climb those last few inches. It wasn’t his heart or mind that gave out on him, it was the rest of his body. Turning her head to her shoulder holding the Bloodlust title, Ashley pats it gently with her free hand. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Let it never be said that I will ever turn away from a challenge. That was why I accepted the challenge from both Brian and Nicole. They both wanted it and, even though I’ve beaten both of them for this title, I said I was going to put it on the line against them at the same time. They were like a couple of bickering kids fighting over a toy. Figures I have to play the adult here and put an end to the arguing, making the kids share. It’s was any real ruler of anything would do, make a decision that’s the best for what you’re sworn to defend. In my case, I have the Bloodlust title. Looking up, Ashley seems to be thinking and holds up a hand to move her fingers as if she was using them to count something. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Illusions is another month and a half away. I’ve done the math and it’ll be a hundred sixty days and some change since I won this for the second time at Destiny. That’ll easily breeze past Nina Stokes’ record for longest Bloodlust title reign. When it eventually falls to someone else’s hands, they’ll always be compared to me and what I’ve done with it since I’ve won it. They’re going to look at the number of days that I end up holding this and set it as a goal to break that record. I AM the Bloodlust Champion! I set the standard for what it takes to be a on top of this division. Whenever anyone thinks of this title, they automatically think of me. I’m the poster girl for everything Bloodlust, it’s representative and standard bearer. I got holier-than-thou idiots like Brad Kane spitting out their crap like Prohibition era bible thumpers telling people what I have is evil and needs to be wiped out. Guess what, I still have it and i’m not going anywhere any time soon. This is what I came back to HKW for, to build my legacy in this business with the Bloodlust division as its foundation and nothing any of them can think of is going to change that. Smirking, Ashley almost laughs as she thinks to herself. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: It’s gotten to the point where what I’ve been doing is being noticed by other people in other promotions. They look at Defiance’s roster and see the names on there and mine is one of the few that stand out to them. “Oh hey, that’s the place where Ashley Sullivan is!” And they want to be a part of that magic. Even an egomaniac like Magnum can’t help but feel threatened by me even though his all the way over there on Subversion. Sorry to everyone on Subversion by the way. He just has to keep trying to get into my spotlight like trying to talk smack to me on Twitter will somehow make him famous. It doesn’t work that way, that’s not how any of this works. And then he goes and gets butt hurt when I drop some truth on, whining like a little bitch when someone publically calls him out on his shit. Like I was just going to tolerate him trying to make himself famous by getting his name next to mine. Waving a hand in the air, it’s as if dismissing something she does not have the time to waste on. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I’ve become so much of a star on Defiance’s roster that I’m representing it in the All or Nothing series. Now I know I’m already in a hole now, and Aries already has a couple wins against me in our careers too. But one thing that Aries nor does anyone else really understand about the Bloodlust division, it’s kind of why no one’s going to be taking this title from me for awhile, it’s that a you can’t keep a Bloodlust champion down for very long. You can throw the kitchen sink at us, pound us into a puddle of goo to be scrapped up like roadkill, we’re not going to stay down for long. We dust ourselves off and hit you with something even heavier when you’re not looking like the crazy bitches we are… and I’m the best one HKW has ever known. So that’s why I hope Aries gets cocky about having two wins over me now, walk away cocky because he’ll never see it coming that way. I can prove that point tonight that I’m still very much in this series by beating DeMarcus Gresham with him hot off the heels of beating Salem. I’ve beat her before too, it was when I began my second reign of bloodlust while it took Fran getting in Salem’s head for him to beat her. I’ve spent a year building for a chance like this, adding to my legacy. Only ever two time and soon-to-be longest reigning Bloodlust champion. World tag team champion. After I win the All or Nothing series and challenge for the World title, the second ever Triple Crown Champion. And NOTHING is going to stop me from continuing to fight for that dream. Taking her foot away from the wall, Ashley pushes off of the wall and pats the Bloodlust title belt over her shoulder proudly before walking off camera. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a grudge match set for one fall! 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. 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!!!!!!" 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. BRIAN MASON: James Shark. A legendary fighter. A man who has been known to goad his opponents into verbal fights. A man who can knock anyone in this roster out. A man who I don’t care for all that much. JERMAINE MARKS: Yo, this the homie right here. Gonna knock that old ass fossil back to them weak ass stories of back in my day shit. RANDY THE PILOT: Fossils cannot fight. They’re nothing but bones. Read a book. The lights in the arena shut off. The only thing that we see is the flashing of Brad Kane highlights on the video screens. A voice speaks through the arena’s sound system. “Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution ... and there is so little time." And with that “Immortal" by Adema blares into the arena. The crowd gets to their feet yelling along with the lyrics. Lights go crazy as Brad Kane steps out onto the stage with that smirk on his face. He stands in the strobe lights feeling the energy of the arena pump through his body. Brad inhales before yelling out a war scream pyro exploding. The lights kick back on while Brad Kane begins his walk to the ring. Upon reaching ringside Brad hops up onto the ring apron. He stays there a moment to stare at the crowd before entering the ring. Kane goes to corner heading up to the top turnbuckle. He yells out that same war scream as before, jumping off and doing the same on the opposite side of the ring. From there he stretches to the ropes while the song fades away. WHISPER VIPERI: And from Belfast, Northern Ireland weighing in tonight at 218 pounds, “The Strong Style Tripod” Brad Kane! JERMAINE MARKS: This old ass dude right here. He ain’t gonna last long in there with the Shark. BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Should be an interesting match. GRUDGE MATCH James Shark vs. Brad Kane DING! DING!! DING!!! The opening bell rings and the two men, two budding rivals, circle around one another. Shark yells across the ring telling that bitch ass faggot to go ahead and just tap out like the bitch he is. Brad smirks still not saying a single word. The crowd gets to their feet yelling in anticipation for the first signs of life in this contest. Shark keeps talking as Brad leans in the corner waiting for him to get done. Shark stands in the middle of the ring telling BK to get his ass right there for the knockout blow so he can get in the back and fuck his ho. Brad saunters to where Shark stands as the two men stand eye to eye. Brad has a few pounds on the fighter as Shark keeps talking shit. RANDY THE PILOT: A lot of talking right now. A lot. BRIAN MASON: And most of it from James Shark too. JERMAINE MARKS: He just speaking gospel right now. All it is. Brad points to his chin letting Shark know to take his shot. Shark smirks and backs off telling Kane he ain’t getting off that easy tonight. People paid to see his ass get whooped on for a few minutes. Brad shrugs his shoulders finally opening his mouth asking how Jakob’s sloppy seconds are every night. The crowd gets to their feet as Shark smirks himself now. The two get face to face again with the crowd still going insane without them doing anything. Shark makes the first move just slapping the piss out of Brad. Brad’s head snaps back before he comes back forward asking Shark what else he has. BRIAN MASON: The first thing we see is a hard slap. I think the echo carried to the top of the arena after both men kept exchanging words. JERMAINE MARKS: Please. That Brad just tryin’ to do Shark’s game on him. Don’t work. Get ‘em Shark. Shark goes for another slap but Brad ducks down grabbing the arm of Shark and flipping him overhead with an arm drag. He keeps ahold of the arm wrenching away placing a knee right on Shark’s rib cage. Shark looks pissed with himself figuring out how to get out of the hold. Brad keeps wrenching the arm smiling getting back to his feet. He keeps that arm in his grasp spinning himself around to snap the arm. He lets go smiling while Shark hops shaking his arm loose. RANDY THE PILOT: An arm drag. So basic yet so vicious. BRIAN MASON: Well I don’t think it's particularly vicious but it takes away some of those punches from the fighter. The two budding rivals glare at one another as Shark begins to front an assault on Kane throwing left and rights seeing what might happen to connect. Brad catches an uppercut to the jaw which staggers him back into the corner with Shark beginning to work over the ribs with a quick flurry of jabs. The ref gets to a four count before Shark backs off throwing his arms up in the air saying that he’s too goddamn fast for this old ass. JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, get them ribs. Make it hard for the old man to breathe. Keep on him, Shark. Do it! RANDY THE PILOT: His hands are as fast as the happy endings I get! Brad claps his hands mockingly shooting in on Shark which proves to be a mistake on the MMA fighter. Shark catches him with a hard knee to the jaw shaking his head no. Brad dodges another flurry of strikes coming his way managing to grab Shark’s head and take him over with a headlock. He smirks wrenching away again keeping the heavy handed striker on the canvas. Shark forces his way up and tries to push Kane off to no avail. Brad sits back down with the hold. Shark rolls through trying to get Brad’s shoulders onto the mat for a pin but Brad is able to roll back himself and keeps the pressure on Shark. BRIAN MASON: Brad Kane doing what he knows, keeping James Shark on the mat. Doing that allows him to keep Shark from throwing those heavy hands. RANDY THE PILOT: Thanks professor obvious. Shark again gets Brad up to a vertical base but instead of throwing him off he lands a few blows to the kidneys causing Brad to let the hold go. Shark rolls his neck as Brad turns back around. Shark again comes in aggressively on Kane throwing body blows but this time Brad is able to knee James right in the face and then putting him into a cravate. Brad gets Shark down to his knees and begins to throw more knees right into the face of the Shark. James gets his hands up blocking the strikes. Brad stops and wrenches harder lifting Shark up and throwing him across the ring with a cravate suplex! JERMAINE MARKS: Come on, dude. Come on! That shit illegal! BRIAN MASON: Its a wrestling move! A legal one at that. Shark rolls into the corner wondering what the fuck that was. Brad has a blank expression on his face telling Shark to get back on his feet. Shark is more than happy to get back up and goes after Brad again but switches it up with a double leg takedown! Brad gets his arms up to block the punches the boxer. Shark acts quickly wailing away trying to wear down the older man. Brad tries to grab the head of Shark and put him into a front choke but that proves to be a mistake as he keeps getting lit up with right and lefts. RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t try to take down an MMA fighter. That’s about as a good of an idea as trying to eat Del Taco and going on a plane for a cross country flight. Having ring awareness seeing the ropes Brad gets his left leg thrown onto the bottom cable to force Shark to stop his assault. Shark gets pulled off of his opponent calling him a bitch ass motherfucker for having to use the ropes to break free. Brad gets back to his feet using the ropes glaring at James Shark. The two men continue to their staredown at a stalemate for the moment. The crowd gets back up to their feet booing and cheering their favorite. CROWD: LET’S GO BRAD/LET’S GO SHARK! BRIAN MASON: Its a split crowd in Leeds! Brad gets into the middle of the ring and throws his arms out for a lock up. Shark says okay motherfucker, I’ll beat you at your game cuz I’m better than you. Brad keeps silent as they go to lock up. Brad fires off a hard kick to the ribs with his right leg. Then a second. Now a third. Shark staggers back into the corner as Brad rolls into that same corner with a stiff koppu kick. The crowd claps as Shark tries to get back to his feet. Kane runs and hits a dropkick to Shark’s head keeping him on the canvas. JERMAINE MARKS: YO! How Brad Kane gonna say he an honorable man and just straight up kick my dude like that. Straight up bullshit. BRIAN MASON: I thought it was smart. Lure Shark into a lockup and kick him. With Shark on the mat Brad leans against the ropes mentioning how that motherfucker hits like a mack truck. Shark begins to get up only to get kicked in the chest. Another kick to the chest. Hard kicks. James rolls onto the ring apron as Brad tries to follow him and pull him up. Having the awareness Shark grabs Brad by the head and drops him throat first onto the apron. Kane snaps back violently and falls to his knees choking. Shark rolls back into the ring running at Brad hitting a low dropkick to his chest. RANDY THE PILOT: I haven’t seen anyone snap like that since dude hung from a Bow-Flex. BRIAN MASON: WOW! Brad hits the mat and rolls onto his stomach. Shark gets his bearings back completely grabbing Kane into a front headlock. He lifts him up slightly before trying to knee his goddamn head in. The crowd gets to their feet as Shark’s knee comes violently into the top of Brad’s head. The ref gets down asking if Brad wants to give it up only to get pushed away. Shark keeps throwing knees until Brad manages to grab one and throws Shark overhead. Shark lands on his back while Brad falls forward. JERMAINE MARKS: Those knees, slime! Them knees going to cave in that head of Brad Kane. Give up you old ass busta! RANDY THE PILOT: Ow. Blood begins to pour from Brad’s head beginning to turn his face red. Shark smells the blood and smiles getting back to his feet. He smacks the back of Kane’s head and insultingly asks if he wants to go home back to his ho. Kane tells him to fuck off. Another smack to the back of his head before a straight right hand putting Kane back on the mat. Shark gets on a knee grabbing the head of Kane slapping him a few times asking him this is all there is about him. Ain’t no goddamn legend. Just a bitch. BRIAN MASON: Words might sting more than these smacks to the back of the head. Disrespect shown by James Shark again. Nothing new. JERMAINE MARKS: Why should he show respect? Cuz Brad Kane did shit ten years ago? Bitch please. He ain’t nothin’ in today’s world. Just an old dude trying to hang onto any sort of fame like Shark. Brad pushes Shark off. Shark grabs some of Brad’s blood painting his chest with it smiling like only he can. People get to their feet as James goes into a corner. He motions for the end saying he’s gonna end this motherfucker like he’s Old Yeller. Brad uses the ropes to pull himself up with the blood still pouring from the top of his head. Shark gets a running leap and goes for his Swag Out but misses. Brad quickly chickenwings Shark and throws him overhead with a disgusting Tiger Suplex. Shark rolls back up to his feet only to fall onto the ropes. RANDY THE PILOT: What does he mean like Old Yeller? My parents always made me leave before the end of the movie… BRIAN MASON: ... He’s going to try to end him and he failed. Unlike Old Yeller. RANDY THE PILOT: Wow, thanks for the spoilers. JERMAINE MARKS: Y’all shut the fuck up. Jesus Christ. Kane feels the top of his head and sees all the blood. Shark smiles while leaning against the ropes running forward and spearing Brad. He doesn’t stop there raining punches down onto Kane who once again is able to get his leg tossed onto the bottom rope. Shark cusses out everyone in earshot as Brad rolls onto the apron. Shark attempts to grab Kane but eats a jumping enziguri that sends him ass first onto the mat. Kane leans against the ropes trying to collect himself for a moment. BRIAN MASON: Ring awareness! Shark gets back to his feet and runs at Kane going for the Swag Out again but once more misses. Brad hits that enziguri again Shark falling to his knees. Summoning the strength Brad gets into the ring, runs off the ropes, and misses the Dead to Rights. Shark rolls out of the way and grabs Brad by the waist throwing him overhead with a nasty german suplex. Shark smirks as he gets back to his feet saying he ain’t shit, just old. Another german suplex. A third. And he releases the fourth sending Kane across the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: Them suplexes gonna end him now. Just you watch. Kane crawls up into the corner with Shark taking a moment to bow to the crowd as some show him love and the others telling him to fuck off. Brad slowly pulls himself up using the ropes but it doesn’t last long with Shark rushing in with a stiff as fuck flying knee. The ropes keep Kane up this time. Shark goes for it a second time but Brad ducks sending Shark tumbling out of the ring. The crowd gets to their feet as Brad yells loudly trying to get himself hyped up. RANDY THE PILOT: I think Shark is really trying to kill Brad Kane. JERMAINE MARKS: As well he should. Takin’ money out of worth while pockets. Shark begins to get to his feet still being fresh but that doesn’t last for long as Brad flies through the ropes with an elbow suicida! Shark falls into the barricade as Brad gets back to his feet. He grabs Shark and begins to headbutt him over and over again with his blood flying all over the fans in the front row. Shark begins to fire back with his own headbutts as the two are just exchanging them on the floor. The crowd gets to their feet as both of them realize they need to get back into the ring with the ref at the count of eight. BRIAN MASON: Good lord! All of the blood coming out of Brad Kane’s head right now spilling onto our fans. Both beat the count as Shark grabs the left arm of Brad trying to pull him down into a crossface. Brad is able to grab the ropes to block the submission attempt. He has enough wits to lift his leg and kick Shark right in the chest which causes him to let go of his arm. Brad in one swift motion grabs James Shark and gets him onto his shoulders. He throws him off and kicks him stiffly in the side of the head! Shark goes down as Brad leans against the ropes trying to catch his breath. RANDY THE PILOT: I think he calls that… shit, I don’t know what it’s called. JERMAINE MARKS: Ain’t no one care what it’s called. Bullshit move anyways. Fans are yelling at him to pin Shark but Brad slowly gets back over to James to pull him up. Shark surprises Brad with guillotine choke as the crowd gets to their feet. Brad tries to fight by moving around on his feet but begins to slowly fade away. Shark yells at him to tap out like a bitch. Brad’s hand moves but not to tap. Instead the words only fire him up as he grabs Shark and rams him into the corner to break the hold. Shark doesn’t let go so he does a second time. A third. But Shark only tightens his grip. Brad gives it one last shot and uses every bit of strength to smash Shark’s back into the turnbuckles. JERMAINE MARKS: YEAH! CHOKE THAT BITCH OUT! Shark loses his grip releasing the choke. Brad rolls away gasping for air while Shark shakes his head in disbelief. He pulls Kane up but Brad fights back with right hands to the stomach of Shark. Rights and lefts firing off at a fast rate causing Shark to double over. Brad punts him in the head causing Shark to go onto his ass. Brad yells I’m gonna knock this motherfucker out before running full bore off the ropes and hitting a nasty as fuck forearm to the face. Shark’s cheek gets busted open as blood begins to come out of it. BRIAN MASON: I haven’t seen a fight like this in a long time, ladies and gentlemen. I saw a man who passed up the chance to pin his opponent to keep beating on him. I see blood staining all over the place. Both men are bleeding now. Both men are fueled by pride to keep attacking the other. Kane gets up to his feet his face still a shade of crimson. He gets into a corner to catch his breath again looking livid. Kane smacks his leg waiting for Shark to get back to his feet. Shark staggers back up as Kane looks for the Dead Set. Ducked. Brad turns right around into a hard right elbow. Brad fires back with one of his one. Shark comes off the ropes trying to knock Brad out with another elbow. Brad does the exact same thing as the two men are just drilling one another with the hardest elbows you’ve ever seen. RANDY THE PILOT: Jesus Hubert Christ. Both men are lighting each other up like Christmas trees right now. JERMAINE MARKS: How this Kane dude still alive? BRIAN MASON: By the same token how is Shark alive too? It’s been an equal fight here tonight! The crowd gets to their feet as blood and sweat fly all over the ring. The ref can only watch as these two men going off of pure pride and mutual disdain for one another exchange these hard elbows. Shark yells at Brad to fuck off and die while Brad just yells right at Shark. The two both come off of the ropes as Shark jumps in the air and HITS THE SWAG OUT BUT BRAD NAILS HIM WITH A ROARING ELBOW AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME! JERMAINE MARKS: Cover him, Shark. Win this bitch! Do it! RANDY THE PILOT: Opposite of what he said just to be contrary! Everyone is still standing seeing both men collapse in the middle of the ring. Neither of them are moving. The ref gets down to check on both men to see if there happens to be any sort of response from either. The crowd begins to talk to one another as the we see the match called. DING! DING!! DING!!! The ref leans out of the ropes and begins to explain the decision. BRIAN MASON: The referee explaining what’s going on right now. I can’t hear anything. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen I have been informed that neither man is capable of responding and therefore this match is a draw! Some people boo and some people cheer for the brutality they just witnessed. Neither man moves as EMTs come down to check on them and work on their wounds. Both men slowly begin to roll around getting aware of what just happened. Neither of them look pleased realizing what just went down. Both of them shove the EMTs away and get back in each other’s faces as security comes down to the ring to make sure they don’t murder one another in the middle of the ring. RANDY THE PILOT: HOW ARE BOTH OF THEM READY FOR MORE?! BRIAN MASON: I HAVE NO IDEA! This causes a lot of boos to rain down from Leeds. Brad gets dragged out of the ring yelling at Shark that he couldn’t beat him. Shark yells back saying he’s still standing too so get that bitch ass out of his fuckin’ ring. The final image before cutting elsewhere is a staredown between the two warriors. WINNER: No Contest (19:20) |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time...your HKW World Heavyweight Champion….SHANE ATWATER! The lights dim, and the crowd ERUPTS as the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as the HKW World Champion Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back, looking down at the World Championship around his waist and giving the slightest hint of a smile, looking out at the crowd before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle, taking in the positive reaction of the crowd for a moment before unstrapping the World Championship from around his waist, holding it up and nodding at the crowd before climbing down. Slinging the title belt over his shoulder, he makes his way over to Whisper, taking the microphone from her and giving her a nod as she climbs out of the ring, waiting for the cheers to die down somewhat before speaking. SHANE ATWATER: Sounds like you guys missed me last show. More cheers from the crowd in Leeds. Shane nods slightly, a grim smile on his face. SHANE ATWATER: Believe me...I would have much rather been here, in this ring, in front of you people last Defiance...but this Championship I’ve got over my shoulder, comes with certain responsibilities, and they just so happened to require me to be elsewhere last Defiance. But all that is taken care of, out of the way, put by the wayside...and I am back here, where I belong, as your reigning and defending World Champion….and I have no intentions of going anywhere for a very, very long time. Another chorus of cheers goes up through the crowd, and Shane pauses to let them die down. SHANE ATWATER: Now, just because I wasn’t in the building in Liverpool, doesn’t mean I wasn’t paying damn close attention to everything that happened on the show. And there was one guy….One fucking guy in particular who apparently had some very pointed things to say about me, and about this Championship. You guys know me...I’m not one to beat around the bush, and I’m not out here to waste any more of your time than I absolutely have to. So if you guys could bring that camera in real close right quick, I have something I need to make clear to one Viktor Volkov: There’s a spasm of excitement in the crowd as the cameraman pulls in closer to Atwater, who lets the pause linger a moment before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: You want a shot at me, big man….You don’t have to pop off backstage. You don’t have to waste your time scaring the living piss out of the ring crew for shits and giggles. It’s like I told everybody after I broke Jackie Boy’s arm in the middle of this ring, and claimed this title...You want a shot, I’m not a hard man to find. No need to run your mouth when I’m not around, “Big Vik”....I’m right here, right now, and I’m telling you if you want your shot at me….if you want to make a run at the World Heavyweight Championship...I’m telling you to bring your ass out here, right now, and say it to my face. The crowd erupts for that as Atwater turns his attention to the entryway, waiting for any sort of reaction or response to come from the back, fully expecting the Red Wolf at any second.Suddenly… Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits and the fans begin to boo instantly. The fans including the World Champion begin to look around the arena searching for where Volkov was coming from. After searching for Volkov, a man is seen standing at the top of a staircase with a microphone in hand in the shadows. The fans boo at the unknown RIP member as the song begins to fade away. RIP MEMBER: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH JOOOYYYYYY!!! The familiar voice could only belong to none other than the RIP President himself, Lance Winters. He steps from underneath the shadows flashing a smile towards Atwater who stands in the middle of the ring seemingly pissed that it wasn’t Volkov who he originally asked for. LANCE WINTERS: HOW I LOVE A good ol’ war SPEECH in the morning. ESPECIALLY FROM SUCH A WAR GENERAL as you, Atty. Winters begins to makes his way down the staircase ignoring the fans in the stands next to him. LANCE WINTERS: I can call you THAT RIGHT, ATTY? ATTY BOY. AT’ABOY. AT THE WATER BOY? The Prez frowns. LANCE WINTERS: Why the LONG FACE, Shane? I THOUGHT YOU’D BE HAPPY to see me?! Shane sighs, rolling his eyes slightly before raising the mic again. SHANE ATWATER: As much as I love our….”chats”, Winters...Team Defiance, and all that...It’s not you I’m after. So if you could please, save me the trouble of having to walk to the back and find Volkov, I’d appreciate it. We can reminisce later tonight, while you try to cave my head in, and I try to find a way to make all the bones in your left arm turn to powder...But right now, my business isn’t with you. So just….take a walk, and tell your boy to come get his match, if he wants it that damn badly. Halfway down the staircase now, Lance laughs. LANCE WINTERS: WE SURE DID have us some joyous times didn’t we? C’MON WHY CAN’T WE REMINISCE RIGHT now, huh? Catch up. WE HAVEN’T talked in like, eons my man! He shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: Besides, VIK IS HANDLING something for me at the moment. Club business AND ALL THAT. YOU understand, Shane My Man. Shane pauses again, biting his tongue for the time being as he shakes his head. SHANE ATWATER: Club business...Yeah. Sure. Sure. I get it. That’s fine. If your man wants to talk about it...but not actually, you know, BE about it...that’s on him. So I guess that does just leave you and me, doesn’t it, Lance? You want to reminisce? Talk about old times, back when we were running neck-and-neck, giving Sean Sands fits? How you came half a second from giving William Burke a heart attack and I had to save us from catching a charge because you're driving in that humvee left...a little bit to be desired? You wanna talk about all the work we put in back then, getting that team together, before it all went to shit? Which part you want to get all misty-eyed about first, Winters? Or, maybe, instead of all of that...Maybe, instead of us sitting down and just, you know, really rapping about the good old days...Maybe, since your boy Vik is APPARENTLY too busy to come down here, and get the World title match I’m handing him on a silver platter...maybe you and I shouldn’t wait til later tonight, to try and cripple each other. Maybe we should stop boring these people with all this talk about the good old days...and you should skip right on down here, and we get that main event started a little bit early. There’s an eruption of cheers for that as Shane drops the microphone, leaning over the ropes and waiting for any reply from Winters. Lance now stands near the barricade and nods as he listens to Shane speak. LANCE WINTERS: THAT SOUNDS like a really swell idea there SHANE BUT...Watch out. He pushes grabs a kid that was sitting at ringside by the collar of his shirt and tosses him off to the side. He takes a seat and leans back while placing his feet up on the barricade. LANCE WINTERS: What was I saying, OH YEAH! That sounds GOOD AND EVERYTHING, it really does! I would love nothing more THAN TO GET IN THAT RING AND beat each other senseless. But all this talk about Vik and that belt THAT MIGHT JUST BE HIS for the taking….You shouldn’t be talking to me about any of that, bub. You should BE TAKING THAT UP with him. With a smirk on his face, Lance Winters points over the shoulder of Atwater, who turns around straight into a Red Hammer from Viktor Volkov who slid into the ring unbeknownst to the World Champion! With Shane Atwater out cold, the Red Wolf casually strolls to the microphone, picks it up, then places a foot on Shane’s chest. VIKTOR VOLKOV: One. Two. Three. Laughing to himself, the big Russian leans down, taking the HKW World Title and placing it over his shoulder. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Maybe now you are see how easy this is for the Red Wolf, yes? Sneering now, Volkov looks down at the unconscious Atwater, before screaming into the microphone. VIKTOR VOLKOV: DO YOU THINK I MAKE JOKE WITH YOU!? DO YOU!? THIS IS EASY FOR ME. EASY!!! Looking out at all the faces in the audience the Red Wolf takes a moment to compose himself before he speaks again, this time lifting the belt off of his shoulder and above his head. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Since day one I have come into this company, this is what I want. Nobody have this weapon like me. This left fist. Not even champion is safe. Not even Shane Atwater is safe. Soon, very soon...this belt will be mine. I tell you all this...I tell you this. Volkov lowers the belt, takes his foot off of Shane and then squats beside him. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I know what is coming, Atwater. I know what will happen. I am ready. You are not. One punch is all it take. My suggestion...keep your guard up, ‘champion’. With that, Viktor Volkov lays the belt across Atwater’s chest, exiting the ring as ‘Sgroi [Burn]’ begins to play. ![]() The feed cuts to the backstage area of Leeds’ First Direct Arena to find the Crowned Royalty Champion, Fran, in her personal locker room dressed in all black workout attire pulling herself up on a pullup bar. Repeated reps. It had been a long while since The Fleexican was able strength train due to the amount of damage she took during the historic War Games matchup, so she had to makeup for it on the job right before her scheduled bout with former Hybrid Champion, Jinzai. Some time during one of Fran’s reps, once she pulled herself all the way above the bar she spotted another former champion standing by the door. The former Bloodlust Champion, Salem Cartier. FRANCESCA: UGH! Fran lowered herself and pulled herself up one more time. FRANCESCA: The hell you doin’ in my locker room, gurl? Ain’t my message get across to yawl durin’ ya match with DeMarcus? Fleexican don’t WANT ya here anymore. On Defiance. FRANCESCA: HUU! Fran pulled herself up once again. SALEM CARTIER: Well you see, I'm out here in the hallway, Fran. Not technically IN your locker room. Just like on last Defiance you weren't technically in my match, yet you still managed to interfere in your own “FLEEXICAN” way. She held up her fingers in air quotes with a furrowed brow. SALEM CARTIER: The thing is, you come out doing what you do best...flapping your gums in whatever language you speak, distracting me. Now I can't fault DeMarcus...he saw an opening and took it. Now I'm a match down in All Or Nothing, I got ground to make up. But the fact is, you can want whatever you want, but I'm not going anywhere. And since you decided to interject yourself in a match you had nothing to do with, you're either A) feeling threatened, B) a total punk bitch, or C) a combination of both. So you tell me, Ms. War Games Crowned Royalty High and Mighty, which is it? Salem saw a bottle of Coke sitting on the table just inside the door and knocked it off. SALEM CARTIER: Oops. That’ll make a real mess when you decide to open that. My bad. If you want I'll go buy you another...so you can have a Coke and a smile. She shrugged, smirking. FRANCESCA: Sal Sal. Bam! Fran dropped down from the pull-up bar with a certain look on her face. She had notably not been “typical” ever since the War Games match back at War Ready. Something in her eyes told the story that something had been seriously wrong with her in recent weeks. FRANCESCA: Lemme explain somethin’ to you, Salem. This ain’t no game no more, yawl. When The FLEEXICAN addressin’ ya it ain’t no JOKE feel me? The Crowned Royalty Champion looked down at the bottle of Coke. FRANCESCA: It ain’t a COKE that’s workin’ my DAMN nerves these days, bruh. It’s FUCKIN’ people gettin’ praise they damn well don’t deserve. Chris Strike? Jimmy Page? Ain’t one of them done shit for HKW, but for some DAMN reason people been thinkin’ THEY stars of HKW. Atwater? Really bruh? Do people REALLY think Atwater better than The Fleexican? HELL NAH, only fuckin’ reason he champ today is ‘cause Warren fucked up.Today I’m groupin’ you right along with ‘em. People ain’t NEVA seen Salem as a SUPERSTAR till she came back...To Defiance. People talkin’ bout when is Salem finna be World Champ? I be readin’ it every GOT...DAMN...DAY bruh. N’ I’m done. I ain’t lettin’ another person GET shit I’M due. Especially not YEW. I BEEN carrryin’ a workload in Hard Knox for almost TWO straight years, bruh. While yo ass n’ Nina was runnin’ around in Powerpuff Girl Lesser Land, son. But STILL. STILLLLLL. Fran said as she kicked the bottle of Coke to the side. She was clearly bothered by the random thought, which might never have been true, that people wanted to push her down so Salem could rise up. FRANCESCA: The brass finna wanna give SALEM more opportunities than the FLEEXICAN, I FEEL it bruh. They finna GIVE yawl everything again. It’s MY fuckin’ time to be World Champ. FLEEXICAN! FLEEXICAN! FLEEXICAN LAWD! I ain’t LETTIN’ nobody take that away from me. So here’s how this finna go. She continued, folding her arms in front of the former Bloodlust Champion. FRANCESCA: In TWO weeks YAWL. Two weeks, that’s AWL ya got Salem. If you don’t put in with them damn Board Members to get TRADED BACK to fuckin’ Subversion I’m finna walk down to the ring n’ call yo ass out. If ya come down to the ring WITHOUT a trade order... We finna brawl till I break ya GOTDAMN neck. TWO WEEKS bruh. Fran stepped out of the locker room, shutting the door behind her. Salem stood her ground, shooting an unintimidated look at The Fleexican as she walked away. Despite this, the unstable Fran has proven to be able to break people in the past. The audience wondered how the former Bloodlust Champ would answer Fran come next Defiance. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is another match in the All Or Nothing Series! Introducing first…. "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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent… The lights dim to full darkness as intro voice of Lupe Fiasco’s voice speaks. The quote standing out is ‘They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves’ At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. 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 VIPERI: Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6”. 257 pounds of Enlightenment. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm. BRIAN MASON: Both of these competitors look primed and ready, should make for a very interesting matchup here. RANDY THE PILOT: I think you say that for every match, Mason. Just sayin’. JERMAINE MARKS: I tell you what, slime… we got a champ, and we got a gifted one. This ish is top notch right here and it should be, All Or Nothing be poppin’ off. ALL OR NOTHING SERIES DeMarcus Gresham vs. Ashley Sullivan DING! DING!! DING!!! The two competitors head to the middle of the ring as the bell rings. Ashley is looking for a lockup up, but Gresham feints stepping to the side and peppers her in the ribs with a knee. He grabs her wrist and yanks her forward driving a hard shoulder into her, before snapping her up quickly and drops her with a backbreaker across the knee. Not satisfied, he holds on and picks her up dropping another backbreaker, and finally a third. He pushes her off his knee and transitions smoothly into a side headlock, wrenching away at it almost as if she were a ragdoll. It’s all Ashley can do to extend a foot out, scooting inch by inch and throwing her ankle over the bottom rope. The ref swoops in and Gresham eventually breaks, shooting the referee an annoyed look as he gets to his feet, dusting himself off. BRIAN MASON: It’s all DeMarcus in the early going! RANDY THE PILOT: Are you surprised? That man is huuuge! JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah, he almost as big as you, playa. I mean, damn. Ashley reaches for her lower back, pulling herself up at the ropes. She turns and sees DeMarcus coming in for a shoulder block. At the last instance she drops down, pulling down the bottom rope and Gresham goes sailing out of the ring, crumpling into a heap on the floor. Gresham gets up and moves to the apron, but Ashley bounces off the far ropes and hits him with a baseball slide, knocking him into the barrier across the floor. Ashley steps out to the apron and leaps off, nailing him with a dropkick on the floor! She rolls Gresham into the ring, and climbs a turnbuckle. She heads up and leaps off for a moonsault…. Nails it! She covers…. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Ashley doesn’t waste a beat and gets to her feet, picking up DeMarcus and looking for a swinging neckbreaker...but DeMarcus punches her in the gut breaking it up. He brings up several knee lifts to her midsection and then hits a fisherman neckbreaker of his own. He slaps on a chin lock, wrenching away as he calculates his next move. Looking around he gets up and lowers several stiff forearm shots across her back and Irish whips her into the corner, follows her in with leaping double knees that impact hard into her gut. She staggers out, double over and DeMarcus grips her head and runs halfway across the ring dropping her face first into a bulldog. He covers… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Shaking his head, a half-smirk on his lips he picks her up. He whips her into the ropes and bounces off the far ones for momentum, drilling her with a big clothesline on the rebound. He gets up, nodding and signaling for one more. He whips her, and rebounds… ducked by Ashley! She carries on through to the far ropes… handspring back elbow! BRIAN MASON: She hits ‘Just A Dream’ out of nowhere! RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah but she also hit the mat like a sack of potatoes, too! Mmmm, potatoes… JERMAINE MARKS: Cool it, Mr. Potato Head...we still fighting’. Check it! Ashley crawls over and throws an arm across him for the pin… ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Ashley sits up, a look of anguish on her face. DeMarcus gets up, shaking out the cobwebs. Ashley pops up and runs over, hitting a side Russian leg sweep, rolling through and pulling Gresham to his feet… a swinging neckbreaker! She puts a few boots to him while he’s down, and then runs over to the corner, climbing up. She leaps for Sunset (swanton bomb)... but Gresham got his knees up! Once more Ashley is clutching at her back as she rolls around on the mat. Now Gresham can smell blood in the water, and he picks Ashley up… positioning her he yanks her up and powerbombs her into the turnbuckle… getting the ‘Royal’ treatment. Her back hit hard and she flops to the mat, barely moving. Gresham drags her out to the center of the ring. He methodically picks her up and nails the KOS (cobra clutch slam). Still not done, he struts around and picks her up, once more whipping her into the ropes… planting her with the Black Diamond spinebuster. He sits up, dusting his hands together and looking at her writhing on the mat. He picks her up, shaking his head as he grips her by the chin, and then pats her cheek. He bounces off the far ropes in a violent burst as she staggers there, unleashes ‘Determination’ (Yakuza kick)... Ashley Sullivan dodged it! DeMarcus lowered his leg and rolled to a stop going past her, shaking his head in disbelief. As he whirled back around, Ashley ran at him with a burst of adrenaline and leapt up, gripping him behind the head with both hands as she fell to her aching back, bringing DeMarcus’ face down hard into both her knees! Gresham impacted so hard he nearly bounced, going over her in a flip and flopping onto his back in a daze. Ashley crawled over and hooked a leg. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… ASHLEY SULLIVAN! BRIAN MASON: What a match, Sullivan pulls it out! Wasn’t looking good there for a bit, but I guess you should never underestimate the heart of a champion! RANDY THE PILOT: I think Big D is seeing stars… and speaking of heart… I got some heartburn over here. JERMAINE MARKS: Hold, you got a heart? Coulda fooled me, slime. Anyways, Ash got them points. All Or Nothing, she bout it. Ashley gets up, holding her back as her arms is raised, she collects the Bloodlust Title heading to the back as her music plays. DeMarcus sits up rubbing his head, a bit dazed as we head to the next portion of the show. WINNER: Ashley Sullivan (via pinfall) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 11:24 PM Post #8 |
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![]() The scene fades in inside the office of Dr. Bailey Anderson where she is seen sitting in a chair while facing a client who some might of not expected to see seeing a shrink, Lance Winters. Lance sat there on the couch across from her with this legs on the coffee table in front of her. LANCE WINTERS: I’M SO GLAD you took the time TO HAVE US doc. I just hope Xavy makes it. I REALLY WANT US to be able to talk this out. He places his hand on his chest and makes a playful frown. LANCE WINTERS: I’m just not a BIG FAN OF domestic VIOLENCE, you know? I don’t want to HAVE AN ABUSIVE relationship, doc. I REALLY REALLY DON’T. Lance smiles at her then looks over to see a mini fridge in the corner of the office. LANCE WINTERS: Hey now! You got anything GOOD IN THERE? The RIP President stands up and heads over to the mini fridge. LANCE WINTERS: I’M REALLY THIRSTY. He crouches down and opens the fridge. LANCE WINTERS: I think I’m NERVOUS. Or just to ANCY. Bailey watches as he shuffles through the fridge, scratching her chin. BAILEY ANDERSON: I mean, it is quite normal to be nervous on your first day of therapy. But on the plus side, taking the first step is the hardest and you’ve already done that by coming to my office so there’s that. She lets out a light laugh, before writing something down on her paper. BAILEY ANDERSON: An abusive relationship isn’t healthy for anyone involved. It’s not a good way to go about it. Two people should be comfortable with each other to talk out their issues in a relaxed environment to get to the root of the problem and come up with a solution….which is what I’m hoping to do here today. She nods, looking at the fridge. BAILEY ANDERSON: There’s various waters in there so pick the one you like and get seated….oh… She looks up as the door opens up. The door opened and XAD walked inside, holding the invitation in hand. Whatever he was about to say died on his lips as he saw Lance digging around in the Mini Fridge for a drink. He immediately began to look around for something blunt that he could defend himself with, muttering loudly to himself as his eyes darted around the office. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: No… He quickly darted over to the desk, his muttering turning to full blown yelling as he rummaged through it’s contents. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: No, no no no! I KNEW this was too good to be true! GODDAMMIT! WHY DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING HARD I CAN HIT HIM WITH!? Lance stands up to his feet seeing how frantic Xavier was being. He smiled to his former tag team partner and walked towards him with his arms spread out as if he was going for a hug. LANCE WINTERS: XAVY!!! YOU made it. I’m SO GLAD YOU MAD! Lance makes it over to him and hugs him close. LANCE WINTERS: THANKS FOR COMING sweetie. I didn’t THINK YOU’D actually SHOW. Lance kisses Xavier on the cheek and looks at him. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT’S THE MATTER?! You look flushed, honeybun! Daniels looked mortified at being kissed, before he managed to shove the bigger, stronger Winters away and hid behind the desk. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: DAMMIT LANCE, I BLOCKED YOUR NUMBER FOR A REASON! THIS IS THAT REASON! He quickly pulled a pen out of the desk, holding it up threateningly. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: I swear to God, come any closer and I’ll teach you to sing Soprano the hard way! BAILEY ANDERSON: GENTLEMEN! She shouts, standing up and shaking her head. She walks in between the two, putting her notepad on the desk. BAILEY ANDERSON: Clearly you two have a lot to talk about and figure out, and I won’t accept violence in my office so put that pin down, Xavier. Bailey says with a stern tone of voice, before shaking her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: The only way this therapy is going to work is if you both have an open mind and not hold anything back on your feelings. However, you must take each other's feelings into account. Bailey looks at Lance. BAILEY ANDERSON: Lance, do you honestly think Xavier liked you hugging or let alone kissing him? No. Personal space. Lesson number one. Personal Space is something you both need to respect in here. Bailey then turns her head to look at Xavier. BAILEY ANDERSON: And threats? Not in here. Under no circumstance are threats necessary in here. This is a SAFE environment. She looks at them both, before motioning her hands to opposites sides of the room to both chairs set up. BAILEY ANDERSON: Now, if you can follow those rules, please take a seat. I want to help you both...I honestly do, but you both need to work with me. She says, looking at them both. BAILEY ANDERSON: Sit. She points to both chairs. Lance nods and walks back over to the chairs and takes a seat as he opens up a bottle of water. LANCE WINTERS: SURE, NO PROBLEM. Doc’s ORDERS after all. C’MON XAVIER. Sit down buddy. LET’S WORK THIS OUT. Daniels looks over at Lance, then to the chair not too far from him, before narrowing his eyes. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: ...I’m keeping the pen. He slowly moves for the chair, never taking his eyes off of Lance until he’s seated. Bailey nods, before sitting down and looking down at her notebook. She writes something down real quick, before speaking. BAILEY ANDERSON: Good. Now Lance, you are the one who organized this visit and planned it, showing that you care and want to fix things. Xavier, by you showing up here that shows you want to fix things. She nods. BAILEY ANDERSON: Let’s start from the beginning. How did this...all start? She looks at them both who both try to speak at once, before she shakes her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: One at a time, please. Winters clears his throat and looks over to Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: Well it all started when XAVIER HERE stabbed me in the BACK, doc. Bailey’s nose is buried in her notebook, writing down stuff as she nods. BAILEY ANDERSON: I see.. Now, Xavier why would you do such a thing? She lifts her head asking him. Daniels jumped up, glaring daggers at Lance. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: I STABBED YOU IN THE BACK!? You and your little motor-scooter club attacked me after I WON our match! I apologized for what happened during, and you still went and attacked me! He pointed the pen accusingly at Winters as he looked up at the doctor.Winters laughed. LANCE WINTERS: Sit down glitter muffin. The Prez now stands up with Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: YOU DON’T EVEN REMEMBER HALF THAT FUCKING NIGHT?! How could you even SAY THAT you WON THE GODDAMN MATCH?! HUH?! Winters looks him up and down and chuckles. LANCE WINTERS: You goddamn doped up pretty bitch. Winters sits back down and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: Better recognize WHO YOU’RE raising that voice with Xaviy. Bailey watches the two as she writes some notes down, nodding her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: Now, now. Settle down. There is no need to raise your voice, either of you. She shakes her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: Clearly you two have two completely different opinions on what you feel is right here. Both of you need to take a deep breath and relax, and clear your mind. She says looking at them. BAILEY ANDERSON: I think the issue here lies deeper than inside a match. I think there's a much bigger and deeper issue here… No? She looks again. BAILEY ANDERSON: How long have you both been a team before the attacks? She asks. Xavier frowned in thought, sitting back down as he ran a hand through his hair. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: I… I really don’t remember… Lance just sits there and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Yeah, of course you don’t. YOU WAS TOO DAMN LOST in your doped up DAYDREAMS to know a damn thing. Lance sits up in his chair. LANCE WINTERS: WAS ALMOST a year ago, doc. He looks over to Xavier and points at Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: A YEAR?! A fucking year you son of a bitch. You fucked up A GOOD THING. Are you happy? YOU COULD OF HAD IT ALL XAVIY?! YOU Could of had IT ALL. He grunts and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: You ungrateful piece of shit. Bailey continues to write down notes as she nods her head looking at both of them, a look of sympathy. She scratches her chin, before looking at Xavier. BAILEY ANDERSON: A year is quite a long time. You start to feel like you know a person and can trust a person. But it seems that trust was broken. She looks at Lance. BAILEY ANDERSON: Xavier, Lance seems to think you gave up a good thing.. Do you think that as well? What is your reasoning and thoughts behind all this? Xavier scowled. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: I messed it up?! As much as I screwed up, YOU ENABLED THE PROCESS! XAD balled his fists. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: Do you think that I forgot the times you had one of your boys find “something” that kept me together until a night was over? How many times I managed to keep my nose clean and put up with everything, only to STILL wake up backstage not knowing what happened after? Face it, “Prez”. You want to point the finger at me, when you’re just as much to blame for a few incidents over the last year as I am. Lance points at Xavier as he looks to Bailey. LANCE WINTERS: HE’S A GODDAMN LIAR, DOC! You know these rehab membership card holders. They’re habitual liars. AND THAT’S EXACTLY what he is, doc! I did no such thing! I’M A LAW abiding citizen! Bailey looks appalled at them both as she continues to take more notes. She shakes her head before speaking. BAILEY ANDERSON: You both playing he said he said isn't going to make this easier. You both will never fully move on from this if neither of you are honest with each other! She looks at them. BAILEY ANDERSON: You both were a team, for quite some time might I add… She looks at them some more shuffling in her seat. BAILEY ANDERSON: So be honest with each other. Enough of this back and forth he said he said. She shakes her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: Sometimes people are better off apart… Which may be the case here with you two.. But without proper closure you both will always have this on your mind. LANCE WINTERS: Well this would’ve never had happened if he WOULD OF JUST got his shit together. I TRIED TO HELP HIM, doc. The Prez sighs. LANCE WINTERS: I really did. XAD just glared at Lance for a few moments, before sighing and placing a hand over his face. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: ...You wanna know the funny thing, Lance? For a couple of seconds, I did believe just now that you wanted to help me all along. That it’s not just you living in your own world that I’ve had to put up with for the last year. Maybe I’m too far gone to do it… maybe using one addiction to fuel another, and putting my need to perform and be on a world stage over my health… maybe it’s gonna be what kills me. XAD just shrugged, raising his head up and giving Lance a hollow stare. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: Or maybe not. I don’t care anymore. I really don’t. Bailey nods her head, looking at Xavier. BAILEY ANDERSON: First off, your health is more important than any stage in front of the world. The fans? They should understand that. She says looking at them both BAILEY ANDERSON: Maybe Lance does care. I said from the start that we needed to have an open mind. Xavier? Can you have an open mind that Lance cares and wanted to help? Xavier just shrugged a little, not bothering to look in Lance’s direction. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: He hasn’t given me a reason to think he’s cared yet, so why start now, Doctor? Winters mutters to himself. LANCE WINTERS: You’re so full of shit...Should have let you die on the side of the street months ago… Bailey looks at them, nodding her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: See, now that is interesting. You said should have left him.. But you didn't.. She looks at Xavier. BAILEY ANDERSON: Doesn't that count for anything? Xavier turned to look at her XAVIER ASHER DANIES: Does shoving an entire bottle of pills down my throat in front of thousands of people and nearly killing me in the process count? Bailey looks shocked and shakes her head, looking at Lance. BAILEY ANDERSON: Is that true? Winters shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: And if it is? What difference does it make. HE DESERVED it. He looks over to Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: Didn’t you sweetheart? Xavier glares back hatefully, standing up out of his seat. XAVIER ASHER DANIES: Like I said then, you should have killed me Lance and did us both a favor. BAILEY ANDERSON: No... No. She stands up in between them looking as she shakes her head. BAILEY ANDERSON: Deserved it? Nobody deserves that kind of treatment. Especially your partner. At one point in time you both cared about each other enough to team with each other. You think that's a way to show that? She says in a scolding way. BAILEY ANDERSON: And you. Killed you? Murder isn't the answer. Violence will never be the answer. Xavier from how you're talking.. It seems you need to chat with me one on one because it seems you have things on your mind you need to talk about and figure out. Lance? She looks at him. BAILEY ANDERSON: You also need to talk out the things on your mind one on one because reaching the point where you shove pills down a man’s throat? She shakes her head in a disapproving way. BAILEY ANDERSON: That is purely despicable and unacceptable. She looks at them both before writing more notes down. BAILEY ANDERSON: In order for any progress to be made between you two, I'm requiring one on one appointments before another joint session. There can be a positive outcome between you two.. But before that you need to help yourselves. She says looking at them. Lance pulls out his cell phone from his pocket. LANCE WINTERS: WELL THAT’S all good and all TOOTS, but… He chuckles a bit as he looks up to Bailey with a sinister smile. LANCE WINTERS: There’s only one WAY GETTING THROUGH THIS sparkly nut bust. Before Bailey could say anything the door is kicked open as in comes Winters’ fellow RIP members Shelton Monroe, Keyan Winters, Chance Frost and ODB. Xavier quickly stands up as Lance just sits there laughing at the utter shock and fear in Bailey’s eyes once she sees his men storming into the room. KEY WINTERS: SO YOU THINK you can just JUMP BY BIG BROTHER and get away with it?! Key was the first to punch Xavier in the jaw as hard as he could, then Shelton soon after with a haymaker of a uppercut that plants Xavier on his back. All four men begin to stomp down Daniels as Lance simply leans over and takes a lollipop from where Bailey had them sitting out. LANCE WINTERS: YOU DON’T MIND if I take one of these right, doc? ODB gets Xavier up to his feet holding his arms back in a Full Nelson position while Chance begins to tee off on him. Lance stands up from his chair and leans back on the desk watching his former partner taking his beating. He giggles as he watches and sucks on the lollipop. LANCE WINTERS: You didn’t think I ACTUALLY FORGOT ABOUT LAST SHOW, did you Xaivy? Frost takes a step back and holds Xavier's head up making him look over to Lance as he spoke to him. LANCE WINTERS: YOU SEE I NEVER forget a thing, bub. AND I WAS SURE AS HELL not going to forget that. I gave you a chance to walk away from all this. I GAVE YOU A DAMN CHANCE TO DIE PEACEFULLY. BUT YOU JUST COULDN’T DO THAT COULD YOU? Lance stands up straight now and walks over to Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: You just had to GO OUT THERE and open you BIG PRETTY MOUTH DIDN’T you? You fuck up one. YOU FUCK UP TWICE. Hell I EVEN LET YOU fuck up a third time but...I would of never thought YOU’D DO FOR a fourth time. YOU WANT TO GO TO SLEEP IN THAT GRAVE so bad? HUH? Winters shakes his head and looks over to his little brother and the others. LANCE WINTERS: I THINK OUR PAL here needs some fresh air. A LITTLE JOY RIDE, don’t ya say? He stares back at Xavier and slaps him on the face playfully. LANCE WINTERS: SHOW HIM a swell time, HUH?! Lance looks down to Xavier’s injured leg. LANCE WINTERS: Oh and SWEETIE? He looks back up at him and pats him on the shoulder. LANCE WINTERS: HAVE FUN, yeah? Key lunges over and knocks Xavier out with a hellacious punch. Lance laughs out loud at this and then nods to his brother and Shelton. LANCE WINTERS: You two show him a good time. He then looks back at Bailey as the four men drag the unconscious Xavier out. LANCE WINTERS: THANKS FOR THE CHECK UP, doc. I THINK I FEEL a lot better. TOOTLES! Winters walks out giggling ass he sucks on the sucker a little more and the scene fades away. The lights turn pink and start to flash as purple glowing spotlight hits the stage. Bartholomew by the silent comedy comes on as Kyo steps out on the stage in a pink suit with a white tie.There was none of the normal theatrics that came with his entrance.A simple steady walk down the aisle to a mixed reaction.His eyes light up as he reaches the ring one last as he begins his ascent up the steel steps. Stepping into the ring he holds his arms soaking in the moment, as the music comes to an end. Walking over he bows to Whisper Viperi who hands him a microphone. KYO: Funny thing, I’ve never heard a single cheer in my life. Tonight, I got a couple. Kyo laughs as a smattering of applause can be heard. KYO: I’m not going to waste too much of your time tonight. I just got here, and honestly HKW was gracious in giving me what little time they did. Kyo takes a deep breath as the silence settles in. His career flashing before his eyes as he stands in the ring. KYO: A few weeks ago Sine Mora attacked me, they destroyed me for lack of a better term, most notability my hand. I found out once I went to the doctors that it was even worse than they initially thought. Literally every bone in my hand was broken. The damage is literally irreversible. Kyo looks down at his injured right hand, still in disbelief. KYO: It was something that was bound to happen at some point, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Many of you know my story, started in GFP and rose up to become a board member. I put everything I could into this sport, in front the cameras, and behind the scenes. Helped broker a deal with HKW, and found myself here. When I first came to HKW it didn’t seem different, it was just another wrestling company, but man was I wrong. A smirk comes across his face as he looks out at the crowd who begins a “HKW” chant. KYO: People here sacrifice so much to entertain the fans. They give everything they have, every night to entertain, to uplight, to put on the best show possible. That however comes at a cost, a violent, brutal, and often times horrible cost. Kyo clears his throat as he starts to get choked up a little bit. KYO: We put our very physical well being on the line night in, and night out. Some of us get extremely lucky, making it out of this business in one piece. While others end up like me, and have early retirement speeches. It goes without saying that everyone in that locker room deserves respect for what they do. Kyo pauses, the crowd begins to cheer for the HKW roster as Kyo nods his head in approval. KYO: Except those who would exactly what Sine Mora did. Which is go out of their ways to try to end MY career! They deserve no respect, and if they think this war is over, I promise you it is not. While I am being forced to go home, relegated to a life that I never asked for, you are going to suffer a far worse fate. I promise you that, even as I stand here ending one chapter, there is yet another to come. I promise you the House will not rest until this moment is avenged. My ride off into the sunset, will not be the end of this story Sine Mora, but begin of your demise. It’s almost worth the sacrifice that I’ve had to make. Anyways… Kyo realizes that he’s overstayed as the crowd goes silent. KYO: If you take nothing else away from this speech, I want you to remember this. The sacrifices we make, and the constant peril we always put our through as professional wrestlers. And, the house always win. With that Kyo drops the microphone and bows to the crowd, then to the announcer then to the crowd once more, exiting the ring he put his left hand in the air, waving at the crowd, making his way up the ramp as slowly as possible. Reaching the curtain he pauses, looking over his shoulder at the ring. He lingers for a few seconds, then exhales heavily, before making his way through the curtain to the back. The camera cuts backstage to the trainers room, where the medical staff is tending to Shane Atwater after the assault by Viktor Volkov earlier in the night. One of the medics is repeatedly urging him to look into a light flashed into his eyes, with Shane looking utterly annoyed, insisting that he’s fine as interviewer Eli Zayn bursts into the room, trying to push his way around some of the staff to get closer to the World Champion. ELI ZAYN: Shane...Shane! Are you...how are you feeling after what happened out there? Shane groans audibly, partially in pain from the collision with the Red Hammer earlier in the night, partially from the annoyance with Eli’s question. SHANE ATWATER: Not great, Eli. Not great at all. Some of these guys--- Shane jabs an accusatory finger toward some of the medics. SHANE ATWATER: --are being a little dramatic about what they admit is a MINOR concussion. ELI ZAYN: Well, in this day and age, concussions are a serious thing in sports. Are you sure you shou--- Shane cuts Eli off abruptly, his voice sharp. SHANE ATWATER: I am wrestling tonight, Eli. I am the world champion, the best wrestler in this company, and that comes with an expectation. An expectation that both I, and those people hold myself to. Short of me being half-way in the grave, there is no way I wouldn’t be walking out to that ring to put that big red son of a bitch in his place...And even then, it’d be a fifty-fifty shot. So to answer your question Eli...Yeah. I’ll be out there tonight. Tough as he is...and believe me, that shot was no fucking joke...It’s going to take Volkov more than one Red Hammer to put me down. With that, the medics swarm back in to check on Shane, pushing Eli aside as the camera cuts back to the ring. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! 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 as "Strobe Lights" by Ronnie Banks blared through the venue. 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. The Fleexican steps out raising her arm 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, she is the 2015 Crowned Royalty Winner...FRAN!!!! The intro to Powerman 5000's "Riot Time" filled the building and the fans erupt as Jinzai ran out onto the stage, fired up and ready to compete as he began playing to the crowd. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. He walked down the aisleway, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the aisle as he looks up at the ring. His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He smiles as he begins singing the chorus of his entrance music along with the crowd. He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he waited for his opponent to arrive. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, he is a former Hybrid champion...JINZAI!!!! SINGLES MATCH Fran vs Jinzai DING! DING! DING! Jin and Fran slowly circle the ring before Fran starts shouting at Jin, telling him that he is not on her level (with that YAWL) at the end. She then attempts a cheap shot, but Jin blocks it and catches her with a headbutt that sends her stumbling backwards! Fran holds her nose in pain before she charges in, only to get caught with a dropkick that floors her, forcing her to roll out of the ring and away from Jinzai! BRIAN MASON: Fran thought she could get a cheap shot in there, but Jinzai had other plans! JERMAINE MARKS: But knowing Jinzai, dude is surely gonna do something high risk as fuck soon, and that’s when Fran gonna get em. Jin smiles as he waits for Fran to get up outside before he runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, then sails through the ropes in front of him, taking Fran out with a suicide dive! The audience cheers loudly as Jinzai then grabs Fran and rolls her back into the ring before sliding in himself and going for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: He definitely just went high risk there, but it worked out for him, Jermaine! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Jinzai quickly gets Fran up to both feet after the kickout and irish whips her towards the nearby ropes. When she bounces back, he catches her with a frankensteiner, hooking her legs afterwards for the pin! BRIAN MASON: A standing frankensteiner pin from out of nowhere! The former Hybrid champ might have it here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jinzai quickly get to his feet after Fran kicks out and waits for the 2015 Crowned Royalty winner to get up. When she does, he spins her around and irish whips her into a corner. Jinzai then does a handspring and attempts to crash into Fran in the corner, but she moves out of the way, forcing him to crash into the turnbuckles! JERMAINE MARKS: Nobody was home, slime! RANDY THE PILOT: That definitely did not look fun, bruh. Jinzai slowly stumbles out of the corner and Fran takes advantage, hooking his head before planting him in the center of the ring with a one handed bulldog! But instead of going for the cover, Fran sees a sign in the front row and quickly rolls out of the ring instead! BRIAN MASON: What is Fran doing right now? She could have pinned Jinzai right there! The former No Limits champion then walks over to a fan holding a “Go Jinzai” sign and quickly pulls it out of their hands before berating them! Fran then heads back into the ring and tosses the sign onto Jinzai, saying that trash should be with trash before stomping away at the young man! Fran then follows the stomp party with a leg drop before she goes for the cover, shoving her forearm into his face as she did so! JERMAINE MARKS: THAT 1980S LEG DROP THOUGH! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Not enough to keep the Super Saiyan down. Gonna need more firepower than a leg drop. You know what I could eat right now though? PASTA. Fran seems to be frustrated with the fact that Jinzai kicks out as she gets to her feet and quickly puts her boot on his throat, only for the ref to pull her away and give her a piece of his mind! Fran and the ref argue for a bit before she storms back over to Jinzai, only to get met with another dropkick! BRIAN MASON: And that is what happens when you don’t pay attention to the match! The former Hybrid champion then waits for the former No Limits champion to get to her feet before he catches her with repeated forearms to the face, clearly trying to stun her with the forearms! Jinzai then tosses Fran into a corner before he performs another handspring and follows it up with a back elbow to the cornered Fran! He moves out of the corner and lets her fall onto all fours before he rushes forward and double foot stomps her back, dropping her completely onto the mat! Jin then turns Fran over and goes for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: He done crippled the little Mexican woman! RANDY THE PILOT: Double foot stomp to the spine! Jinzai ain’t fucking around! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The New Yorker shakes his head after the last kickout, believing that was enough to give him the victory against his loudmouth of an opponent. Jinzai then slowly got to his feet and motioned for Fran to do the same, but she once again rolled out of the ring to heavy boos from the audience! BRIAN MASON: Oh, this is getting ridiculous! However, Jinzai does not let Fran get any breathing room as he quickly climbs the turnbuckles of one of the corners over there before he waits for Fran to get up. Once the Fleexican does get to her feet, the Super Saiyan of HKW, leaps off and spins in the air before catching her with a tornillo to cheers from the audience! Jinzai then rolls her back into the ring before sliding in and going for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: He just hit her with the tortilla! JERMAINE MARKS: Randy, you fat motherfucker, that’s a tornillo. Get your head away from food for one second, slime! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jinzai sighs as he gets to his feet again and points to the nearby corner before slowly climbing it up, his back turned to Fran. Once at the top, Jinzai leaps off, attempting a moonsault, only for Fran to move out of the way at the last second! Fran then quickly goes for the cover on the laid out Jinzai! BRIAN MASON: Wait a second! Fran might actually have him here! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Not enough, slime! Not enough! Fran starts shaking her head as she realizes it’s going to take a lot more to keep Jinzai down. The always annoying Mexican wrestler gets to her feet and starts taunting the audience some more as she waits for Jinzai to get to his feet. Once Jin does, the former No Limits champion runs up from behind him, hops on his shoulders, and flips backwards, driving the former Hybrid champ’s head into the mat with a reverse frankensteiner! She then goes for the cover again! RANDY THE PILOT: THE FLEEKENSTEINER YAWL!!!! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: No! Still not enough to put Jinzai away! I think Fran’s about to lose it! The 2015 CR winner is fuming after the kickout. She rolls away from Jinzai and out of the ring again before walking over to the announce table, where she proceeds to pull the cover off before slamming her hands on it repeatedly. Fran then screams something at Mason, who points to the ring. BRIAN MASON: Get back to the ring, cuckoo. Shoo! Shoo! Fran shakes her head before she goes back into the ring, only to get up and get dropped with an STO from Jinzai! The audience cheers as Jinzai quickly gets to his feet after that and turns his back on Fran before flipping back and corkscrewing in the air, landing right on top of Fran before he goes for the cover! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruuuuuh, standing corkscrew moonsault by Jinny Jin! JERMAINE MARKS: That’s it, Randy! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jinzai shakes his head as he realizes he needs to do a bit more to put Fran away. The young man then grabs his hispanic foe and tosses her into the ropes. When she bounces back, the former Hybrid champion damn near takes her head off with a discus lariat, dropping her! The audience pops and counts along with the ref as Jinzai goes for the cover once again! BRIAN MASON: ERUPTING BURNING LARIATO!!!! JINZAI GOT ALL OF THAT! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: Fran just barely kicked out right there! Shit, this match could be real crack if these two keep kicking the fuck out! The former Hybrid champ gets to his feet after the kickout and lets out a sigh...until he sees James Shark hop on the apron, seemingly having jumped the barricade! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, Shark! Don’t ruin this ass whooping Fran about to get! Shark and Jinzai have a momentary staredown, allowing a recovering Fran to grab Jinzai from behind and roll him up, hooking his tights as she does so! BRIAN MASON: FRAN’S GOT THE TIGHTS! SHE’S GOT THE GPSSNSJNAFJFNFNJAJ TIGHTS!!! JERMAINE MARKS: YOU HAVING A STROKE, MASE?! ONE! TWO! RANDY THE PILOT: KICKOUT, JINZAI! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!! Fran quickly bails out of the ring after the three count and celebrates by hopping over the guardrail and judging people’s fleekness. Jinzai gets to his feet and realizes that Shark’s distraction just cost him the match. He and Shark make eye contact before Jinzai goes to take a step forward, only for four people to jump Jinzai! BRIAN MASON: Who the....are those some of the HKW students?! The HKW students seem to be keeping Jinzai down...but he begins fighting them off, drawing a round of cheers from the audience! However, just as he seems to have them all off, Jin is dropped with the Swag Out, catching the young man right in the jaw with that Superman punch! JERMAINE MARKS: That’s it, slime. Shark just knocked the Japanese out this boy. RANDY THE PILOT: You know, now that you mentioned Japanese, I could really go for some Chinese food. Shark smiles as he looks down at the out cold Jinzai and trash talks him some more before telling the HKW trainees to follow him as he leaves the ring. They follow him out, each getting a stomp in on Jinzai as the audience boos them and Shark, who gives them the double bird salute. WINNER: Fran (13:33) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Apr 17 2016, 11:30 PM Post #9 |
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![]() The scene fades in in the backstage parking lot as RIP members are seen talking with one another while Xavier lies on the concrete still unconscious. KEY WINTERS: C’mon bro, lemme end this son of a bitch already! CHANCE FROST: Seriously, Lance. Why are even still dealing with this guy? We dealt with him at War Games. Lance takes a pull from his cigarette and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: Because, HE NEEDS TO REALIZE just who he’s fucking with. HE GOT TO COMFORTABLE. Way too comfortable. And you don’t just POP OUT OF NOWHERE and beat MY ASS and think I’LL LET YOU get away with it. Keyan groans. KEY WINTERS: Exactly why I SHOULD KILL THIS FUCK?! LANCE WINTERS: I said no, Key! Besides I’m giving you the chance to come close to it if not do it already. You guys know me...THESE PEOPLE know me. I don’t let ANYTHING SLIDE. Not a damn thing. And this is just another EXAMPLE OF THAT. Frost shakes his head. CHANCE FROST: Prez, I hear you. But maybe this-- LANCE WINTERS: NO! This is exactly what THE FUCK NEEDS to happen. CHANCE FROST: Do you seriously want Key back in prison if he gets caught DOING THIS? KEY WINTERS: Hey! I won’t get caught this time! I promise. Winters chuckles as he exhales some smoke. CHANCE FROST: Fine. Shelton go ge-- Xavier is heard groaning in pain as he starts to awoke from being knocked out. Lance smiles and walks over to crouch next to him. LANCE WINTERS: Heeeeyyyyy. Good morning SLEEPY HEAD. XAD looked up groggily for a moment, before his eyes finally land on Lance and he begins struggling to stand, only for both Chance and Key to both put the boots to him and keep him grounded. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: You stupid sonova - let me go! Let me go right now! The normally quiet and reserved XAD looked wild eyed as he tried to scratch and claw towards Lance, determined to do some damage before they’re able to do whatever they have planned for him. LANCE WINTERS: OOooooohhhh! Such a FIGHTER YOU ARE. Such a SHAME OL’ ATWATER won’t get to have the pleasure of HAVING YOU as a partner tonight. Shelton walks in with some heavy duty chains around his neck as he watches Key and Chance stomp down on him. SHELTON MONROE: Damn bruh y’all gonna kill the nigga before we even get to this shit. Lance nods. LANCE WINTERS: Hmm, YOU MAY BE ONTO something there. GIVE THE GUY A BREAK GUYS. Shelton walks over to a Harley Davidson motorcycle as Chance and Keyan take a step back. LANCE WINTERS: Xavier, Xavier, Xavier...What’s wrong, bub? Lance walks away and towards a nearby tool box. LANCE WINTERS: Are the drugs OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM yet? Xavier tried to stand up and take a swing at Lance, only for his knee to buckle from underneath right before the punch could connect, causing him to drop down to the ground in agony. XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Gnh…. I… I swear to God… He tried to threaten, trying to push himself up, only to collapse back down to the ground once again. Lance stands up after searching through the toolbox. He looks back after hearing the thud of Xavier falling down. Prez shakes his head while his boys laughing at Xavier’s attempt to attack Lance. Lance turns revealing him holding a pipe wrench. LANCE WINTERS: ALL I wanted WAS TO HELP YOU XAVIER. I never meant you ANY HARM BUT you just. YOU JUST KEPT PUSHING IT. He sighs as he walks over to his former tag team partner. LANCE WINTERS: You might not even REALIZE THAT you almost cost us SOME OF THE THINGS we’ve done together. YOU ALMOST COST US winning the tag team titles. YOU ALMOST COST us from beating those HOP sons of bitches. YOU XAVIER. He stops as he stands next to Xavier. LANCE WINTERS: All BECAUSE YOU ARE too fucking weak. TOO WEAK to deal with your shit. YOU JUST NEEDED THAT ESCAPE in a orange bottle. You just COULDN’T LET IT go. Xavier looked as though he were gonna lash out at Lance, but his words caused him to pause, a look of intense hate still on his face but a little doubt starting to creep in. LANCE WINTERS: DON’T YOU WORRY, buddy. I’m going TO MAKE SURE YOU don’t ever need to depend ON THAT BOTTLE EVER AGAIN. Lance begins to strike Xavier’s injured leg several time with the pipe wrench relentlessly. With each strike some of the other wince at the sight of it, except for Keyan who seemed to enjoy seeing Xavier in pain. Xavier yelled out in agonizing pain after each strike. Lance sat the wrench on his shoulder taking a few deep breaths. He then dropped the wrench down on the ground next to Xavier while studying the damage he had caused. LANCE WINTERS: This is for YOUR OWN good, buddy. He turns to Keyan and nods. LANCE WINTERS: Do it. Key nods and begins to tie up the same leg Lance was targeting with the chains that Shelton brought with him. KEY WINTERS: Hope you’re READY FOR this joy ride, Xavier. It’s going to be the best ride ever! Xavier grunted and found his resolve again, kicking at Key and trying to get away from him. One of the kicks caught him on the jaw and XAD tried to scramble free, only to be caught right in the back of the head with a kick from Chance. KEY WINTERS: Son of a bitch hit me! CHANCE FROST: Shut it. Let’s get this over and done with already. With Shelton’s help Key began to wrap the chain around the injured leg and hooked them up to the motorcycle. Lance flicked his cigarette off to the side after finishing it and shrugs his shoulders. LANCE WINTERS: IT DIDN’T HAVE TO BE THIS way Xavier. IT REALLY didn’t. Key climbs onto the bike and started it up. Before he began to pull away dragging Xavier along with him, Lance crouched down and smiled. LANCE WINTERS: SAY HELLO to everyone in hell for me when you get down there bud. Lance then nods to his brother as Key begins to pull away dragging Xavier along with him not caring whatever damage it was causing him. As they exit the parking lot Lance looks over to Chance. LANCE WINTERS: Make sure no one comes out there to PLAY HERO in me and VIK’S MATCH. Frost nods as Lance walks back into the arena’s backstage area as the scene fades away. ![]() [PRE-RECORDED] We return to the office of Doctor Anderson where both Felicity Banks and Luke Wisia are shown sitting back in there chairs, this time side by side. The biggest difference is the silver steel bracelet on one of their wrists, keeping them handcuffed together. DR. ANDERSON: I’m glad you guys came back for the next session. The camera goes back back to Felicity and Luke, neither of them looking as if they wanted to be in the presence of the doctor or one another. FELICITY BANKS: Wouldn’t have came back if security didn’t stop me from leaving. LUKE WISIA: Why the fuck am I here? I ain’t wanna be here. Doctor Anderson smiles as she unfolds her arms on her notepad and praises them. DR. ANDERSON: See, you’re already agreeing on something! This is progress! Felicity deadpans, using her uncuffed hand to push her hair out of her face. FELICITY BANKS: Progress? This isn’t progress. We just both know when something is stupid and senseless, and this is one of those things. Luke shoots Felicity a dirty look, tugging on the arm that’s attached to the handcuff. LUKE WISIA: Don’t you start talkin’ for me now too. You don’t know my life. Felicity rolls her eyes and lets out a sarcastic chuckle, tugging on her arm now to get it back to where she wants it while making Luke jerk. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t need to know your life to know that this is a waste of time and we don’t need to be here. This is only going to get worse so please, please uncuff me from this Slytherin faced slob and let me go home. The doctor taps her fingers off her clipboard and clears her throat. DR. ANDERSON: Not yet. I have a suggestion that may help you two in the not so distant future. It may take time, but since you are family, you have all the time in the world. Felicity laughs, covering her mouth before she says: FELICITY BANKS: … or until he overdoses. Wisia shoots a look over to Felicity and narrows his eyes. LUKE WISIA: I heard you, cunt. He turns back to Doctor Anderson and points a finger at her, trying his best to pull away from the handcuffs, but it doesn’t work as well as he hoped for. LUKE WISIA: Fuck your suggestion, doc. Nothin’ you say is gonna fix any sort of problems between the two of us. This part of the whole family shiskabob? It’s over. It’s been over. It’s gonna stay over. I even went as far as forgivin’ some people since that accident, but Fel? Fuck no. So take your suggestion, write it down on that notepad you got, and shove it up your ass until you’re spittin’ out paper. Hope you get ink poisonin’ while you at it. Wisia then turns back to Fel, pulling hard on the handcuffs, but still nothing. LUKE WISIA: AND YOU! You and Selena King need this more than me and you! There’s a reason she dropped your ass like a hot skillet and refuses to have anythin’ to do with you! You need couples therapy cause that shit is a lot deeper than this shit we got goin’ on in family therapy! Felicity’s face remains blank as she continues to stare at Doctor Anderson. Without saying a word, she reaches over to her side, grabs her can of raspberry Arizona iced tea, and holds it over Luke’s head. LUKE WISIA: Don’t you fucki-- Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash Felicity dumps every bit of liquid over Luke’s head, splashing some on even Doctor Anderson! She keeps the same blank expression on her face as she watched the raspberry iced tea drip down Luke’s face. FELICITY BANKS: And you need a shower. That’s not as good, but at least you’ll smell like raspberries instead of shit. Consider that a late Christmas present. Luke’s face hardens up as he tackles Felicity and knocks over the chairs and nearby tables. He reaches over and pulls a sharpie off the floor that fell with the tables and begins writing randomly on Felicity’s face with it. LUKE WISIA: YOU GOT SOMETHIN’ ON YOUR FACE, FEL! She slaps the sharpie away from his hand as Luke is pinning her down with his knees and pulling her hair. LUKE WISIA: AND TALKIN’ BOUT CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. DO YOU REMEMBER I AIN’T EVEN BUY YOU ONE THIS YEAR CAUSE OF THIS SHIT? FELICITY BANKS: YES! THAT’S WHY I’VE BEEN PURPOSELY TRYING TO PISS YOU OFF! Struggling to move, Felicity finally gets her legs up and manages to kick Luke off of her. She grabs the empty can of Arizona iced tea and bashes Luke in the head with it, then launches it over her shoulder, almost catch Doctor Anderson in the face! FELICITY BANKS: AND THAT’S WHY I’M GONNA KEEP PISSING YOU OFF AND TAKING EVERYTHING AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE I WANT MY FUCKING PRESENT. Felicity looks for another item to hit Luke with, but then gets blasted in the head with Doctor Anderson’s clipboard! LUKE WISIA: YOU AIN’T GETTIN’ SHIT! The two continue fighting, causing Doctor Anderson to run out of her office while screaming out: DR. ANDERSON: SECURITY! SECURITY! HELP! Both Felicity and Luke stand up, but take one another right back down, knocking the camera over and turning the picture into nothing but static. ![]() As the scene fades in Whisper Viperi is seen standing in the middle of the ring as the ruckus crowd cheers. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the upcoming match is the main event of the evening! Cheap pop. Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as Viktor Volkov & Lance Winters are seen standing at the top of a stairways on opposite sides of the arena of each other looking out to the fans. They begin make to slowly make their ways down the stairs. As fans reach out to try and touch the men they pull their arms away and pushes the fans away. They even go ahead and threaten the fans that tried and reach out. After being separated from the fans by security they continue down the stairs to the barricade. WHISPER VIPERI: At a combined weight of 228 lbs., THE REAPERS IN PRIDE! They stop looking around the arena and towards the ring then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring walking around as if they owned the joint. They look over to the announcers desk giving them a hard cold stare before turning away from them setting their eyes towards the crowd. They shake their heads and look towards the ramp waiting for whoever to come out to their ring. BRIAN MASON: Ugh..These guys disgust me. RANDY THE PILOT: Better hope they didn't hear you. JERMAINE MARKS: You just mad they used to whoop your ass. BRIAN MASON: THAT'S NOT EVEN IT! DID YOU SEE WHAT THEY DID TO XAD? HE COULD BE FUCKING DEAD?! AND THIS BIG BAFOON VOLKOV ACTUALLY THINKS HE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION?! DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT SON OF A BITCH DID TO OUR WORLD CHAMPION?! Fuck out my face. RANDY THE PILOT: Mase if you gonna keep talking like that, I'ma have to move bruh. I ain't witnessing another murder tonight bruh. The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd. before stalking to the ring with purpose. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred-and-forty pounds, he is the HKW World Champion, this is SHANE ATWATER! Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle, taking in the positive reaction of the crowd for a moment and nodding before climbing down and making his way to his corner, a look of grim determination on his face as he awaits the start of the match. BRIAN MASON: I truly hope Atwater takes Volkov's arm off. RANDY THE PILOT: See. See I'm gonna have to move bruh you out here talking reckless. JERMAINE MARKS: Word to slime. Plus I don't know how well dude gonna do especially after gettin' his blocked knocked off earlier. "When doves cry" by. Prince hits the PA System but no comes out. Lance and Volkov are seen laughing as Atwater looks back to the ramp hoping that Xavier was coming out for their match. JERMAINE MARKS: The nigga obviously ain't coming, slime. Acting like niggas ain't just see the motha fucka get dragged off into the night via motorcycle. Winters takes the microphone out of Whisper's hands and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: WELL I GUESS ol' Xaviey did it AGAIN! He stabbed someone ELSE IN THE BACK. SORRY CHAMP, I really am. I FEEL YOUR pain, man. Shane looks back at Winters mouthing the words "You son of a bitch". LANCE WINTERS: NOW NOW, let's watch that POTTY MOUTH THERE Shane. I'M GOING TO do you AND THESE FOLKS A FAVOR. WE'RE GOING TO KEEP THIS MATCH GOING, except I'M GONNA GO SIT OVER THERE NEXT to my pal BRIAN MASON and call this MATCH with him and his BOYS. Winters smirks. LANCE WINTERS: I mean, DON'T YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE how it looks before THAT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT comes home to the Reapers? Lance laughs and drops the microphone. He turns to Volkov and pats on his shoulder while whispering something to him. Volkov nods and smiles over to Atwater. Winters and Whisper exit the ring leaving the two men in the ring. Winters walks over to the commentators desk and sits next to Brian Mason. BRIAN MASON: NO. NO! NO! DON'T SIT NEXT TO ME!? LANCE WINTERS: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEAAAHHHH!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Aye what's good Prez? Nice to have you join us. LANCE WINTERS: IT'S THE LEAST I CAN DO. Hey, Jermaine did I sound like the KOOL-AIDE MAN just now? JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga you asking that cause I'm black? The fuck yo problem slime, I'll... LANCE WINTERS: HEY IT WAS JUST A QUESTION. Thought a man OF YOUR STATURE would've known. GOSH. The ref looks back at Winters and to the ring where the two men seemed ready to go. He shrugged his shoulders and called for the bell. MAIN EVENT - TAG TEAM MATCH Lance Winters & Viktor Volkov vs. Xavier Asher Daniels & Shane Atwater DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!! After the bell rings Atwater looks over to Winters who legit did leave it up to himself and Volkov. Volkov screams out something in his native tongue towards Atwater that gets the World Champion's attention. He nods towards Volkov and the two begin to circle around in the ring. As the two sized one another up it would seem obvious that Shane wasn't feel all that like himself still suffering from what might be a sure concussion after Volkov's attack earlier in the night. Viktor knew this and he looked to use it to his advantage. Shane lunged towards the former Lionheart Champion hoping to wrap up with him but Volkov was one step ahead as he stepped to the side and landed a few quick jabs. He laughs as if he was playing around with Atwater. Shane stumbles to the side and hangs over the ropes cringing in pain. He holds his head and looks up to the crowd who were cheering him on. He nods to them and looks back to the taunting Viktor Volkov. He waves the big Russian back towards him. Volkov chuckles and does so in a fighting stance. Viktor throws some jabs but this time Atwater blocks and counters them with a stiff elbow to the face that takes Volkov off his guard. The champion then kicks Volkov in the midsection several times until he doubles over. Atwater then hits a huge European Uppercut that plants Volkov on his back. Now it was Atwater taunting the Reapers' Red Wolf with the fans cheering in the background. BRIAN MASON: YEEEAAAHHH!!!!! Take that Big Vag! JERMAINE MARKS: HAHAHA!!!! WHAT YOU JUST SAY SLIME?! LANCE WINTERS: WELL I'VE never heard that one before. You've really grown you a damn set haven't you Mason? Volkov holding his jaw gets up to a knee and looks up to Atwater taunting him. He smirks and slows up to his feet and says something else in Russian towards Shane. Shane obviously didn't understand him nor did he care whatever Volkov had to say about him. The two finally wrapped up in the middle of the ring fighting for an advantage until Volkov grabbed the back of Shane's head and tried to drive it down into a knee. No! Shane was quick to block the shot as he grabbed the knee and taken Volkov down on the ground. Atwater now mounted on top of Viktor began to hit several punches down on the ground trying to pay back the favor from earlier in the night. Atwater then pulls Volkov up to his feet along with him and runs over to a corner turnbuckle as he then begins to bang Volkov's head off the turnbuckle several times before Volkov blocks the last one. The Red Wolf then reaches up and brings Shane's head down on the turnbuckle as hard as he could. The World Champion went down instantly and cringed in pain. Volkov stands there catching his breath and looks back to Atwater shaking his head. He didn't like how much Shane still had left in him. The walks over to the World Champion and begins to stomp down on him several times before grabbing him up by his hair only to bring him back down with a Snap DDT driving Atwater's skull into the canvas. LANCE WINTERS: BREAK HIS FUCKING NECK VIK! RANDY THE PILOT: Atwater's head probably on 10 right now bruh. I don't know how he's even pushing through this shit. BRIAN MASON: If these jerk offs didn't attack him earlier maybe he'd be actually in shape to defend himself! Maybe if these jerk offs didn't do whatever the hell they did with Xavier, this would be a actual tag team match. AND THIS SON OF A BI--*THUD* LANCE WINTERS: Whooooppppssss! BRIAN MASON: Owwww!!!!! Volkov gets back up to his feet and shakes his head down at Atwater who was holding his head in pain. Volkov yells down at Atwater telling him to get up to his feet but it was taking him longer than usual to get up to his feet. The ref crouches down near Atwater asking if he can keep going. Atwater nods his head slowly gets back up to a knee. Volkov is then seen sprint over driving his knee into Atwater's head sending the champion back down on the ground. The ref couldn't let this continue as he calls for the bell knowing that Atwater couldn't physically keep going in this match. LANCE WINTERS: Oh boooo!!!!! BOOOOOO!!!!!!! You can't stop this! Let em fight ref! C'mon boooo!!!! WHO THE HELL IDEA WAS IT TO LET A WOMAN REF THIS MATCH?! JERMAINE MARKS: Word to slime. That nigga got a pussy between his legs. RANDY THE PILOT: That's a man though...Wait never mind. I just got it. BRIAN MASON: I say Thank God for that ref! He did the right thing! Lance is seen in the background getting up from the commentators desk. He grabs the World Championship belt and makes his way into the ring. He looks down at Atwater who was obviously suffering from an concussion. He laughs and hands the title to Volkov. Once Volkov holds up the championship belt the fans boo him. The two Reapers simply laugh at the fans reaction and Vik drops the belt next to Atwater. BRIAN MASON: Disgusting. Just disgusting! They should be ashamed of themselves!!! JERMAINE MARKS: You might be looking at our next HKW World Champion standing in that ring, slime. Better keep that mouth shut. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen this match as been called by a stop by our referee. The winners of this match up are Lancer Winters and Viktor Volkov, the Reapers In Pride! The fans boo while Lance and Volkov celebrate and exit the ring. They head up the ramp as the scene fades with the cameras focus on the medical staff led by Dr. Galloway checking on Atwater who was now sitting up. WINNERS: REAPERS IN PRIDE VIA STOPPAGE (7:31) |
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