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| Riskodamous | Apr 25 2016, 12:37 AM Post #1 |
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| Jackson Magnum | Apr 25 2016, 01:32 AM Post #2 |
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Backstage we see a hooded figure making his way through the hallway, pushing past everyone in his way. He walks at a fast pace, reaching the locker room, he stops. Banging on the door loudly, he cocks his head as he rocks back, and forth impatiently. Not saying a word, he slams his fist off the door once more and tries to once more but door flings itself open. MO SHOTS: Shit. You’re one of those south city Crips I keep hearing the Vialpando’s roll with. Listen, pal… I meant no harm when I insulted his familia, comprende? I’m just doing right by my client. If you want, I’ll hand you over my Rolex right now because I can actually BUY another one instead of having to steal one from another person. Mo begins to remove his Rolex from his wrist, The man puts his hand up for Mo to stop. Flipping his hood back he shows himself to be Jackson Magnum. He looks at Mo for a moment shaking his head. Reaching into the front pocket of his sweatshirt he pulls out a piece of paper and pen. Pressing the contract against the wall with his right hand, he signs with his left. JACKSON MAGNUM: I want my title back. No meetings, no bullshit. He turns to Mo and hands presses the paper into Mo’s chest forcing him against the door. JACKSON MAGNUM: I’m done talking, at the very least for now. With that Jackson turns, lifting the hoodie over his head once more, he starts to head back down the hallway, tucking his hands back into the front pocket. |
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| Sean Sands | Apr 25 2016, 09:49 AM Post #3 |
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13-21 in NABA
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Shouta Kurosawa is seen walking backstage with Bigz Bronson and Kayley Hale. The VP of Project Continuum slings his championship over his shoulder before he realizes there's cameras on him and his friends. Raising a hand, Shouta stops the cameramen from asking anything before they could even speak a word. SHOUTA KUROSAWA: Don't even speak. I know what you're going to ask. Why did I attack Mr. Weston tonight, right? There's a nod from both cameramen, causing their cameras to do the same. SHOUTA KUROSAWA: It's simple. I wanted to see what Mr. Weston and tonight, I was left...unsatisfied. After all, he only managed to get a cheap victory over my good friend Bigz right here. The Mr. Weston that I want to see is the one that would rather put his opponent away by actually knocking them out, not the one that needed a rollup pin to do the job. I want the Mr. Weston that went to war against Mr. Banks. If he can find that one in there somewhere, then maybe I'll be more impressed. But as of right now? Mr. Weston is nothing but a shell of himself to me. CAMERAMAN #1: What about the Global Tag Team championships? I mean, you guys defeated Ragnarok, but have been quiet about defending them since. Shouta chuckles. SHOUTA KUROSAWA: Well, could you possibly blame us? This tag team division is extremely bare. Ragnarok was destroyed in about three minutes when they entered the ring with us. Miss Magdalena and Miss El are too busy with trying to become good singles wrestlers since they fell flat on their asses in the tag division. I believe Mr. Snyder and Miss Ramirez broke up. Possibly because of the fact that Miss Ramirez's relationship was more important than her partnership. And the Generation of Miracles have absolutely disappeared from the company, probably because they were embarrassed far too much in all of these title matches that they were GIVEN. Thus, it has left us with absolutely no options, so Kayley and I made a decision earlier today, before the show. Kurosawa shifts the title over his shoulder a bit before continuing. SHOUTA KUROSAWA: In two weeks, on the last Subversion before Smoke & Mirrors, Kayley and I will defend these titles against any pairing that wants to come down to the ring and face us. Call it an open challenge in which one lucky team gets to have the story of the one time they got to face Shouta Kurosawa and Kayley Hale in a ring for gold and came up short. Come one, come all.... Shouta then walks off, being followed closely by a smirking Kayley and scowling Bigz. |
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| Sophie El | Apr 25 2016, 01:21 PM Post #4 |
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Sophie El, fatigued but victorious, overlooked another painting. Upon the wall, the competitors in Subversion’s portion of the All or Nothing Series lined the wall. Yet for MECHA APE, he stood with a red X over his face. Sophie finished the line as the camera trained upon her. She let go a sigh before turning back to the camera slightly. SOPHIE EL Good fight, MECHA APE. The future must be proud of their strongest warrior, but does this mean I’m stronger than the whole entire future, your timeline. Sophie giggled in response to her statement. SOPHIE EL How joyous a victory that was. But it is only one victory in a campaign of others. If I don’t keep winning, what will happen to me? She played with her phone for a moment, bringing up Lady Magdalena’s victory, taking the Hybrid Championship from Jackson Magnum. Sophie’s face burned red, excited and enamored by her teacher’s success. SOPHIE EL I have to follow suit. A student must not just idolize and follow her teacher’s words, but she also must encompass her. Be her equal. She demands that much from me. Her voice deepened a tad, reflecting the different personas within her form. SOPHIE EL I cannot let up now. I have been stagnant for too long. I am a…Kai-- She stopped abruptly. SOPHIE EL I am her protégé, her successor. This series, that ladder match. If I don’t win, what good am I? To her. Her voice heightened again, returning to its dreamy state. SOPHIE EL To Luke. To anyone? |
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| Alexa Corra | Apr 25 2016, 02:46 PM Post #5 |
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The Subversion cameras continue to roll even after Subversion goes off the air, catching Alexa Corra in search for Emilio Vialpando and Sami. Alexa turns down the hallway, her pace quickening once she spots a knocked out Mo Shots lying face first on the hallway floor. Alexa stares down at his body with disgust on her face as she steps over him and mutters… ALEXA CORRA: Idiot. Figuring that Sami has to be close by, Alexa makes the next left down the hallway and keeps still, attempting to stay quiet enough to hear any kind of sound that’ll lead her to Sami. ALEXA CORRA: Where are they… There’s a soft ‘kick’ against the door to Alexa’s right, getting her to turn her head in that direction. Without any wasted motion, Alexa grabs the doorknob and rips it open to see Sami tied to chair, a lollipop in her mouth so she couldn’t make any noise. The number one contender to the Global Championship lets out a sigh before she reaches her hand forward and pulls the lollipop out of Sami’s mouth. SAMI: Hi. Um, Emilio said we were playing a game. Then he tied me to a chair and gave me a lollipop. There’s this too… Sami jerks her right shoulder up and down to show Alexa a small sticky note applied to it. Alexa squints her eyes as she takes a step forward and pulls the note off of Sami’ shoulder. She pulls it closer to her face, taking in every word as she reads… “Leave mi familia out of this and I'll do the same” Alexa gives Sami a glance, her eyes tight and filled with rage. She crumbles up the note and tosses it the ground before she steps toward the chair and starts untying Sami’s hands. ALEXA CORRA: I told you we’d be better off if you just stayed home for a bit. She unties one hand and moves to the other. ALEXA CORRA: And that’s what you are going to do going forward. Things are already starting to get messy, and they are only going to get messier. Vialpando may have some decency in him, but McHannon? She gets the other hand untied and hands Sami back her lollipop. ALEXA CORRA: Well, I don’t believe he’s just going to let the destruction of his precious statue go without an attempt at punishment. Sami stands up from the chair and rips the lollipop out of Alexa’s hand before shoving it back in her mouth. SAMI: You know what you should do? Call Zagan. If she was here you wouldn’t be outnumbered and you could always count on her to watch your back. Alexa rolls her eyes and walks out of the closet, still obviously irate with Zagan and not wanting to hear anything about her. SAMI: But Lexa! It’s a good idea! Sami chases after Alexa, leaving the closet herself as the camera zooms in on the crumpled up note left by Emilio for Alexa. |
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| SALEM | Apr 25 2016, 04:00 PM Post #6 |
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Backstage we find Subversion interviewer Tiffany Jay walking the hall. She runs into a member of the Subversion roster and stops to talk. Her focus at this time is Evangelina Ramirez. TIFFANY JAY: Oh, Evangelina! Are you okay, you look a bit depressed? With a determined look Evangelina stares off into the distance for a moment before clearing her throat. EVANGELINA RAMIREZ: I did travel all the way here to take in the show, even though I knew I wasn't booked. I needed to stay focused, you know? I just have felt a bit directionless of late. Tiffany pats her on the arm. TIFFANY JAY: Of course, you are referring to Lucian Snyder breaking up your tag team recently. Why did that happen? You seemed to have promise. EVANGELINA RAMIREZ: Yes, Tiffany that is part of it. I think we did have promise, but at a certain point you have to make good on that promise. We came in with high hopes but we've been on the losing end recently. And even though we were only a team for a short time, it just felt like something wasn't clicking you know? I was a little upset with Lucian at the time when he told me he wanted to split #ReadyMade up. But after I thought about it I knew he was right and he made the right call. I do think I was a liability maybe. He seemed to watch over me more than focus on the match. That's never a good thing. Tiffany just shook her head. TIFFANY JAY: I don't think you're a liability. I mean, the stories I've heard about your dad, he-- Evangelina held up her hand and politely cut her off. EVANGELINA RAMIREZ: Well I know that even you are relatively new here, but the shadow of El Ladron...my father Eddie Ramirez casts long, doesn't it? I'm trying to get out from under it. I do think he's a changed man now, but that footage will always exist won't it... him attacking fans, with me looking on in horror. The look in his eye...scary. But I'm not him. I'm not the thief.. I'm the little avenger. For whatever that's worth. I guess I should start avenging, huh? What exactly that entails, is the mystery. TIFFANY JAY: I'm sure you will figure something out. Also, what about you and Luke W-- Evangelina cuts her off again. EVANGELINA RAMIREZ: I don't feel it's appropriate for me to talk about here, respectfully... TIFFANY JAY: Fair enough. Hang in there, okay? Tiffany and the cameraman leave Evangelina alone to collect her thoughts. She grabs her bag and walks outside the arena, to the parking garage. She starts walking toward her rental, when a car window gets rolled down, shadowy figure inside that catches her attention. Evangelina walks closer. ???: I've watched your plight, child. Hold your head up. Look at the end of your tag team as a blessing. As talented as you are, you are still both virtual rookies. I know of your lineage, I know of your father. There is talent in your blood. And unlike his, your blood is untainted. You are innocent and pure. Are you truly interested in redemption in his name? Evangelina gulped and nodded. ???: I might be in line for some redemption myself. Another chance. Care to grab a coffee and talk about your options, and if I may be able to help you? Evangelina nodded again and opened the passenger door, getting inside as the car pulled away. |
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| Nina Stokes | Apr 25 2016, 04:38 PM Post #7 |
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The shoot opens up with Nina Stokes standing outside. Surrounding her is a semi-circle of Hard Knux Wrestling fans. She tired and exhausted; you can tell by the look on her face. However, she does her best to try and engage the small crowd. Nina Stokes: Hey, how yall doing tonight? You all good? The collective response from the crowd was “good.” For the most part, all the fans were respectful. She shakes a few hands and takes a few pictures. Afterwards she begins walking towards her vehicle. Nina Stokes: King Kendrick asked a very pertinent question on his last album, when shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? She nods her head. Nina Stokes: When I embarked on this journey to win the All or Nothing series, and capture the Lionheart Champion, I knew it would be a hard road. I’m sure people have lost some respect for me and my comments as of late. I’m sure some have turned away from me and found a new favorite to root for. That’s cool; I ain’t got time for fair weather supports. But, as you all heard tonight, the people who respect my skill, they’ve still got my back. She walks a bit. Nina Stokes: Do you all understand why this is happening? Why I’m doing what I’m doing? She’s silent for a couple seconds. Nina Stokes: Stagnation is debilitating―to promotion, to a division, and to a wrestler. HKW has been going through a bit of a lull, as of late. Want to know how I can tell? When I went away for a few months and then came back, not much had changed. Subversion was nearly the same, Defiance was nearly the same, etc. I started to ask myself, where’s the progress? So, instead of sitting back and hoping things would get better (like I had in the past), I decided to help kickstart that progress. HKW will change...hell, if you look newly crowned Hybrid Champion, I’d say things already have begun to. Soon, divisions will start to change. Particularly, I mean the Lionheart. In due time, it’s going to be the premiere division, not just on Subversion, but in HKW as whole. She shrugs. Nina Stokes: And to be that spark-plug, I had to change...just a bit. But, it will all be for the best―you’re see in due time. Nina finally makes it to her vehicle. The driver hops out and grabs her things. Driver: Ready to go? Nina Stokes: Nope. Waiting on Ryan. The sound of footsteps can be heard. A few moments later Ryan LeCavalier walks into the shot as she’s holding her gym bag. Nina Stokes: How you feeling? You kicked as in Monarchy and HKW, all in the same day. Nina reaches over and takes Ryan’s things. Ryan LeCavalier: Tired – when I mentioned I’d “Fight my fight.” I didn’t mean it as a figure of speech, I world everybody by proxy of Tiffany Jay on what type of match I was intending on bringing, was I really wrong? No, of course not. I’ll give her credit though. She run my bell a good time or two, didn’t see that coming at all. At first I was reluctant about the match because I was pulling double duty here in England, but now? I couldn’t have wanted it go any other way. I don’t need HKW to realize I’m a ‘threat’ or that I’m coming to ‘take over’ because that’s been said, done, and tried so many times before; I’m just another wrestler who’s looking to make a name for themselves. Granted I do hold a championship elsewhere, I don’t think it holds any bearing on what I’ll do in within the confines of HKW. I wouldn’t want it too either, moreover because I want people to take me at face value. Ryan shrugs her shoulders as she surveys the mass of people with a look that borderlines ‘whatever’ and full-on aloof. Ryan LeCavalier: At least I can rest easy knowing that I’ve got my debut in the books; that’s one match more that I didn’t have a few days ago. I know I was asked about future opponents and all that jazz, I suppose I should get to work on that? Better I come up with something than having to wrestle your girlfriend on Subversion, am I right? [Ryan shared a playful smirk.] There was a brief pause out of Ryan before she ran her fingers through her hair, and then slipped on her aviators that remained in her hand as she walked up. Ryan LeCavalier: I said it during the interview I don’t care who they’ve got me matched up with. I’m just going out to the ring and do what I love doing. Being honest totally honest though, I don’t recognize too many names on the roster. That’s what’s going to make this so much fun; there are so many people in Hard Knox that’ll possibly give me a run for my money. That excites me to no end, you don’t even know. I don’t care if they’re former world champions or that they’ve got an ego the size of mars, you always get what’s coming to you. Keep in mind, I don’t bet nor am I very religious, and I know its truth. She glances over and sees Nina getting into the car. Ryan LeCavalier: I’m fully prepared for people to underestimate me; in fact, I expect it. I’m really tall, I get enjoyment out of getting roughed up I do, I don’t look anywhere as hot as most of the women on the roster; must be nice being all tattooed and hot―rest assured, for anyone who’s already assumed the worst out of me I don’t mind meeting them in the ring. Ryan hops into vehicle as well. Then the camera slowly fades. |
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| Beer Beer Ayano | Apr 25 2016, 07:16 PM Post #8 |
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![]() Sofia King stood in the backstage area of the Sheffield Arena following her big debut win, in which she made the former HKW Lionheart Champion XPJ tap out. Still dressed in Ring Attire. Microphones from all of the different media outlets: Evolve, Wild Circuit, and various British Wrestling outlets crowded around Sofia's face all trying to catch word of what she thought of Hard Knox Wrestling thus far. SOFIA KING; Tee-bee-hache...Saben que.... The former GFP Tag Team Champion giggled into one of the microphones. SOFIA KING; Esta noche fue tan valiosa. Very valuable for my career. Ese BAWLED cabron, XPJ tapped faster than a Nun with a ruler everybody! Pointing towards herself King continued to speak. Turning her attention towards the Evolve Network microphone. SOFIA KING; Of course, I'd wrestled in big arenas before in Japan. Some right here in Ingaterra where the people are super rad. Pero... aside from the House Show in Ireland I never wrestled in any environment like this one I'm surrounded by tonight. Thousands of people all here raving is what this is all about, muchachitos! Oh-em-dios em cielloooooooo….Feeling that makes me think I should’ve been here a lot earlier! Microphones got closer as Sofia switched subjects. SOFIA KING; Honestly, I’m sure you all wanna know what I thought of Emilio’s stunt pulling Alexa out of the match. And the background I come from…..You live longer healthier life if you mind your business, tee-bee-hache! A lot of people would get their traseros kicked a lot less if they lived by that code. A shrug followed those simple words. SOFIA KING; Como he dichoooooo, I’m not here to fill a hole left by anyone. I’m here to make that hole overflow guys. You’re getting something freshly dominant desde este momento. Not the same old same old you’ve been used to. Bye byeeeee! Sofia waved as she brushed past all of the microphones. |
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| Michael Alexander | Apr 25 2016, 11:51 PM Post #9 |
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Michael Alexander lay motionless on the hood of his rental for quite some time after Kai departed. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the roof of the parking garage. His entire body hurt and he coughed a few times before leaning up off his back, propping himself up with his arm. Shards of glass fell off his head, and he moved his head around, rubbing his neck. Gingerly, he slid off the front of the car and landed on his own two feet. He was pretty wobbly at first but he got his balance back. He looked over at the roof of the car, where he had gotten spiked...and he smiled. MICHAEL ALEXANDER: Finally, he decides to show up. Michael moved slowly, limping around, finding his bag laying in the center of the parking lot. He bends down and scoops it up, slinging it over his shoulder before making his way back to the car, dropping down in the seat, his feet still resting on the ground. MICHAEL ALEXANDER: Pain....this is why I fight. It's my normal......my nature. I was waiting for that, Kai. Waiting for you to finally snap and go looking for me and guess what? You found me and you did exactly what I had expected you to. Come at me in a rage and attempt to leave me for dead. I hate to break it to you, Kai, it's gonna take so much more than that for you to even have a chance at stopping me. All you did was kick this little feud of ours into overdrive and when the going gets tough, the tough get going. You spiked me on my head like a lawn dart and yet, here I am. Walking, talking, the whole shebang. You know why you didn't "end it" right here, Kai? Because you know you're going to get exactly what you crave. A huge fight, that's all. You're going to get a bloody, gory, knockdown brawl and you need it. You can't get enough of it. The old gears don't get cranking unless there is a little bloodshed. You're doing good, by the way. Keeping up the old image, getting into fights with me backstage and shit. Really tryna build yourself up again after that fiasco with Knox Hurst. That was just laughable, by the way. That brings me to another point, however. You can choke me, get in my face, spike me on my head all you want but trying to pass yourself off as one of those guys on the roster that you never want to cross paths with doesn't work on me. I don't give a flying fuck how tough you make yourself look, everybody has a weak spot. I'm going to find your weak spot, Kai. I'm going to find the chink in your armor and I'm going to exploit the fuck out of it. Michael tossed his bag in the back seat and swung his legs into the car, shutting the door. MICHAEL ALEXANDER: Tonight didn't go like I had planned but in the end, it's all fine and dandy. I'm busted up and bloody, no doubt about that. He points to the blood running down onto his forehead from the top of his head somewhere and smiles. MICHAEL ALEXANDER: But that's what it's all about. I make you bleed and you return the favor. Now, it's my turn. You should have "ended it" tonight, mother fucker. |
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| Elijah Black | May 1 2016, 04:55 PM Post #10 |
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We find Elijah Black is stalking the hallways within the confines of the Sheffield Arena, and he's clearly in a brooding mood as he paces with purpose as he looks at the Lionheart Championship belt as he composes his thoughts, taking his time to do so rather than just blurt out some random string of syllables that could be construed to be a sentence ELIJAH BLACK: You know, I've spent quite some time with this belt in my possession, and I can clearly see the word "Lionheart" is etched onto the faceplate - although that word is starting to lose a little of its lustre as the wear and tear has chipped away some flecks of paint. And when I look at this belt, be it the faceplate, the leather holding it in place, the buckles or anywhere else there is one word I do not see: "Shit-talker" - yet for some reason Nina Stokes has gotten it into that thick head of hers that's what the title represents. That's why she puts together videos proclaiming her a contender for a title, because apparently the way to get into title contention around here is to talk shit until you get what you want, as if this company is one giant elementary school playground at recess. But maybe that's just how Nina Stokes is, as she spent her life getting everything she wanted by perfecting her daddy's little girl act, knowing he had deep pockets and could give her everything she ever wanted - even if it was just a passing fancy, and she grew bored of her new shiny thing within a few days. Pausing for a moment, Black looks directly at the camera for just a second, then he goes back to the subject in hand as if there was no break in his flow ELIJAH BLACK: Not only does she want to talk shit about me, in order to feel that little bit more self-satisfied she talks shit about the entire Lionheart division because talking shit about the champion just isn't enough for her fragile ego, because history has shown us the best way to gain support for your cause is to belittle every single one of your peers in alphabetical order. That's why so many people are saying they don't feel embarrassed by how the race for the Presidential nomination has been going for the past few months...no, wait, that's not what people are saying at all. They are saying it a pathetic spectacle that may as well be an advertisement for voter apathy, because why in the name of fuck would anyone want to vote for anyone who's best argument for being nominated is "The other guy sucks"? That's not a valid reason to declare yourself the top contender anything, because you're not proving yourself to be anything other than somebody who talks shit to hide behind the fact you have shit for brains - as proven when I called Nina Stokes on her...yes, I'm going to say "shit" again, where the best she could do is claim I was deflecting what she was saying, rather than some of what she was flinging just came right back at her and only then did it seem to stick. Funny that... With that said, Black snaps the belt over his shoulder ELIJAH BLACK: Of course, right now she's probably jumping for joy over the result to this evening's match, telling herself and everyone else just how right she was to walk out and run her lip off, knowing full well that there won't be anybody there who might want to point out that interrupting somebody as they speak is about as polite as discovering a new word and throwing it into as many conversations as you can until the word loses all meaning, and in her case that word appears to be "stagnation" which she ignorantly believes is defined as somebody who has done more for the Lionheart division than Viktor Volkoff, XPJ, Odyn Davel Balou III and every other former champion managed between them. And, no, that's not hubris - I am the actual definition of the word champion, rather than just be some guy who held a belt for a few weeks, and this is something Nina Stokes has not thought through. She may be insufferable right now because she got a visit from Lady Luck earlier tonight, but the thing about Lady Luck is she prefers one night stands to long-term relationships, so if Nina Stokes is pinning her hopes on being able to change that...well, her disappointment is going to be delicious. A wicked smirk creeps across the corner of Black's lips ELIJAH BLACK: She may think that she sees a stagnant division, but what she is really seeing is the fetid corruption within her own mind. She woke up one morning and decided she wanted to play champion for a little while, and because the only way she knows how to get anything in this life is to become daddy's little princess once more and say just how terrible her life would be without whatever shiny trinket. Well first of all, bullshit - if your can't go through life without whichever accessory defines you that particular day you may as well try and take advantage of how much more affordable prescription antidepressants are over here compared to what you have to pay just so you can go through another day without your thoughts being consumed by gloom and darkness at every turn, because if that's the worst life will ever get for you then you are seriously fucking misguided if you want to act like you're some kind of victim. Secondly, has it even occurred to you that what you are doing is putting my back up against the wall? You're walking around proclaiming yourself the new champion - because, once again, nobody declares themselves to be the number one contender because they're looking forward to losing their title match - and then you sneak out a win that makes you think all those hollow words you used maybe had some kind of meaning, and you're going to be clinging to that as "proof" you can get whatever you want in life. But here's the problem: you're now coming for me and mine, and nature teaches us there comes a point where you look to take just that little bit too much and that's the time when whoever you pushed that little bit too far refuses to budge another millimetre as they put every last drop of energy in their body into making sure that the intruder goes the fuck away. And that's what you are, Nina Stokes, an intruder that thinks they can just take what they want from me without getting caught - and you're going to think that until the moment it dawns on you that not only have you been caught, but no court's going to convict me for what happens next. Edited by Elijah Black, May 1 2016, 04:57 PM.
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