| [color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]XLVI[/color]; LIVE! From the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Center in Glasgow, Scotland | |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 01:39 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Glasgow, Scotland Venue: Scottish Exhibition and Conference Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLVI poster! ![]() |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 01:42 AM Post #2 |
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![]() “Strobe Lights” by Ronnie Banks blared through the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Center! The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for the Crowned Royalty Champion. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture! Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her. She held a microphone in hand which only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play! Fran proceeded on and rolled into the ring. Once she settled herself she lifted the Defiance logo microphone up to her mouth. FRANCESCA: Listen up, YAWL! JESAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS has somethin’ important to say! Fran yelled out to the audience. FRANCESCA: The Fleexican officially stands here in this ring with TWO years in wrestlin’ under her belt, YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL! Two years, a glass table match in the FIRST Bloodlust Title match, a No Limits Strap, a briefcase, a crown, awards, Destiny match of the night, n’ a part in the bloodiest match in the HISTORY of H K Dub. Fleexican has been through it, yawl. N’ if there’s ANYthing she learned….It’s that people are finna be a threat to you. People are gonna be there to STEAL shine away from you, bruh. To TAKE opportunities YOU should have. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, but at some point they’re finna BE a threat yawl. The Crowned Royalty Champion explained. FRANCESCA: Salem Cartier is The FLEEXICAN’s threat. Like I said, bruh, she ain’t a threat YET but people are sayin’ she’s up next for the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP when it should be FLEEXICAN that gets that opportunity, YAWL. From DAY one..I been givin’ my ALL to Defiance and you think I’m finna let someone SWOOP into MY brand n’ take that away? Someone who ain’t part of the HKW family anymore? No, yawl. On Mexico I swear, bruh. NO YAWL! She said, breathing hard. FRANCESCA: So that’s WHY I NEED Sal Sal off Defiance. I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED her out YAWL. FLEEXCIAN ain’t gonna REST until she’s out. So let’s do this Salem! Get out here! “Phenomena” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs blared out into the P.A. System as Salem’s grand video package rolled on the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Center’s impressive titantron. Salem made her way out onto the ramp as the crowd cheered LOUDLY for her!!! They had GREAT appreciation for The Witch, unlike Fran, they felt Salem was part of the HKW family no matter the break away from the company. Cartier made her way down the ramp. Cameras cut to a clipboard being held by the former champion. This meant the moment of truth has arrived for the futures of Cartier and Fran. Salem climbed into the ring - meeting The Fleexican face to face. FRANCESCA: SO SAL SALLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Fran yelled out obnoxiously in the former Cyber and Bloodlust Champion’s face. Her breathing space. Fran pointed towards the clipboard in Salem’s hand. FRANCESCA: Fleexican can see that jawn in your hand yawl. The clipboard. I ain't shocked you made the right decision gworrrrrrrrrl. Who would’ve wanted to EVA EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA be in the Fleexican’s way while she’s climbin’ up to get the strap? WHO YAWL? Fran asked rhetorically. FRANCESCA: Lemme see that transfer notice, bruh. We’re finna make this official NOW. We’re gettin’ you the HELL out of Defiance. I'm guessin’ you waited to sign it so JESAS could watch yawl. Salem looked at her, then down at the clipboard. She cleared her throat and held the clipboard close at her side. SALEM CARTIER: You know Fran, I have been doing a lot of thinking. A lot. So much has been happening in my life, and our little talk a couple weeks ago, it opened my eyes. Removing me from the picture here would set you up nicely here on Defiance on your march to ever bigger and better things… I know that. So hard decisions had to be made…. She looked around the arena, puppy dog eyes. She looked back at Fran. SALEM CARTIER: Us both being on Defiance, it is a recipe for disaster, right? Maybe you were right about that. I do look at Subversion and see a show rife with possibility, a good place. And so, I've got this clipboard, this piece of paper. And I've come back out here to address you, like you requested…. Salem explained. The Fleexican jumped up and down two good times out of sheer joy after what Cartier had just said! FRANCESCA: See this why I fucks with you, Sal Sal. Knowin’ when you’re out of your damn league yawl. Lessers WORLDWIDE are seein’ this right now. Ain’t nothin’ NEVA finna be better than a woman who KNOWS her limits in this business yawl. A lesser who knows where that GLASS CEILING is for em. Cartier lifts the contract upright. Fran’s smile turned upside down when she failed to see any blue ‘Subversion’ logo on it. FRANCESCA: Son. Where…. A smile of Salem’s own grew on her face slowly. SALEM CARTIER: I'm gonna remember that look for a long time, Franny. See, this is not a Subversion roster request. No, I went to the HKW brass and made a vow, I wanted to recommit my loyalty...right here… ON DEFIANCE!!! This is ironclad, baby… I'm going nowhere. You like to go around here and run your mouth, and i don't really care for it. My limits? You haven't seen my limits yet. See, you were one of the reasons I came back to HKW. So I could do… THIS!!! Salem then dropped the contract unexpectedly and launched a hard punch right in the face of Fran! One that carried so much force The Fleexican couldn’t English for a brief moment. She yelled out “MALDITA AUAGH” and stumbled down to the canvas! The audience let out an unfathomable pop! Fran got back to her feet! Salem grabbed Fran by her hair and tried to toss her over the rope! Fran landed her foot on the apron! Salem took a swing at Fran! But missed when Fran backflipped off the apron onto the ground! Showing that gymnastics background she’s incorporated into her style! Fran grabbed Salem’s foot, dragging The Witch out of the ring! The audience transitions into boos! BAM! Salem fires another right into the face of Fran which gets the crowd to cheer heavily again! Salem grabs Fran’s head and bounces it off the announce table! Fran fell down to the ground! She pounds into the face of Fran multiple times possibly RE-damaging the injured nose Fran suffered at the hands of Felicity Banks some time ago! Fran’s nose began leaking a stream of blood! Cartier yelled out to the audience! Feeling it! She had been wanting to get her hands on Fran for a long time! This is the reason she was here!! While Salem was in the moment Fran tackled her into the announce table. She then leaped up, wrapped her legs around the neck of Salem and delivered a Hurricanrana! One that sent Salem head first onto the sharp edge of the ring apron! Salem’s forehead began to leak blood! Fran SNATCHED a camera from one of the cameramen with bad intentions! Salem dropkicked it right into the face of Fran! Possibly further damaging the nose! The brawl was getting out of hand! Salem got on top of Fran! The two women turned each other around trading blows! ROMEO PRICE: STOP. Romeo Price walked out onto the apron. Stopping Salem and Fran dead in their tracks. ROMEO PRICE: If you guys want to tear each other apart that’s good by me. But it won’t be for free. So at Illusions….You two will face off one on one. And since this is clearly stems from WHICH one of you will be up next...How about both of you get that opportunity at the same time? How about you both get the chance to hold the biggest championship this brand has to offer? He said. leaving Salem, Fran, and the world confused for a brief moment. ROMEO PRICE: Fran. Salem. Your match will be a #1 Contendership for the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Fran was NOT pleased by this decision judging by the expression on her face, on the other hand Salem WAS pleased. The scene faded on Romeo walked back towards the curtain with a smirk on his face. ![]() Brian Stryker is seen standing backstage on the phone. He’s talking to his fiancee, Brooke, who he told to stay at the hotel for this show. After the events of last time, he was not taking anymore chances with the madwoman Hamilton still loose BRIAN STRYKER: Look it’s just for tonight. I’m leaving the moment I’m done with everything here. Just keep the door locked and I’ll be home as soon as possible. As Stryker finishes talking, a woman’s voice calls out from the side. UNKNOWN WOMAN: Stryker! It takes only a couple of seconds before Ashley Sullivan walks into view. The Bloodlust Champion does not look to be in the mood for a cordial chat between friends as she holds up a small usb drive. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: We need to talk. I was going through my stuff before and I found this in one of my bags. It’s not mine, and I haven’t even checked to see what’s on it yet. This could be some kind of weirdo’s idea of a prank and I don’t want my laptop getting all jacked up by some virus. Stryker grumbles to himself before he turns back to go through his stuff and pulls out a small laptop. Taking the stick from Ashley, he plugs it in to see what’s on it before a video starts playing on the screen. The video opens up showing a dark eerie house, revealing it to be the home of Ashley Sullivan. As the camera crinkles and cracks, we see Nicole Hamilton smiling and smirking as she holds it up to herself, showing the home in the background. As she smirks and walks around the camera, she runs her hands along the walls. She looks at the pictures on the walls, smiling at the touch of them. NICOLE HAMILTON: See how easy…. Nicole smiles, walking more around the house. NICOLE HAMILTON: See how easy it is to get to you Ashley? I’m watching you. I’ve been watching you. I’ll always be watching you while you have what I call mine hostage. MY baby. The only true law breaker here? Is you. She says, walking around the corner into a room. The room is dark and looks like a bedroom. Nicole grins, creeping into the room holding the camera up showing Ashley in the bed sleeping. Nicole tilts her head, before grinning sinisterly. NICOLE HAMILTON:I see you when you’re sleeping… She grins, and steps deeper into the room walking over to the bed, crouching down as she rubs her head along the head of Ashley, touching her hair softly careful not to wake her up. NICOLE HAMILTON: I know when you’re awake…..and soon? Nicole looks over to her, smirking and grinning. NICOLE HAMILTON: Soon you’ll be sleeping forever…..six feet under….. She says, laughing manically as the camera breaks off… BRIAN STRYKER: Jesus. I thought what she did to me was fucked up…..We HAVE to do something about this. And I have a small idea. He leans over and whispers something in Ashley’s ear as she looks straight ahead extremely pissed off. BRIAN STRYKER: What do you think? Shall I make the call? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Yeah… fuck this bitch… The two give each other quick glare as Brian shakes his head and pulls out his phone, dialing a number as the camera fades out. ![]() The Weedman is already standing in the ring and waiting for his opponent as “I got five on it” is playing through the speakers and he’s taunting a booing crowd. The music switches over to Bone Thugs N’ Harmony as Whisper steps up to the middle of the ring and begins the introductions. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen...from the Bronx, New York…. HE IS THE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MAAAAAAAAAAAN! Marching Band plays his Music when he looks at the Cincinnati Cheerleaders from the sidelines he comes out wearing a Cincinnati Jersey with 54 on it. He salutes and runs straight towards the ring in slides in bounces off the ropes, toss his hat to the audience, and takes off his Cincinnati shirt to the crowd as he’s ready to begin the fight with his opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: From Boston Massachusetts, weighing in two-Hundred and fifty one pounds…. John Blade! SINGLES MATCH John Blade vs. The Weedman DING! DING!! DING!!! The bell rings as John Blade and The Weedman waste no time locking up in the center of the ring, Blade quickly putting his opponent into a headlock, but it’s reversed into a headlock by Weedman, but Blade swings under the arm after a few moments, wrapping it behind Weedman’s back and delivering a knee to the gut of the competitor as it sends him down to the mat. BRIAN MASON: And tonight is the debut from John Blade, a man who is known to take his talents to many companies, now finally here in Hard Knox. RANDY THE PILOT: Blade is here! And if he starts out the gates hot, who knows where this could take his career. JERMAINE MARKS: A lot further than it has been previously, I’m sure bout that, slim. Blade has Weedman back to his feet and hits a few jabs to the man to send him backwards into the ropes, then executing a running one hand bulldog to the cheers from the crowd. Weedman is instantly back up to his feet after the move by Blade, and goes for a scoop slam on Blade, but he rolls through it and stands back to his feet, holding Weedman and delivering a fisherman suplex, lifting the leg for the pinfall attempt after the move. ONE! TWO-BREAK! Weedman breaks the pin before the three count as Blade climbs back to his feet and lifts his opponent back to a vertical position. Blade goes for the springboard stunner, but it’s slapped down by the Weedman just in time and he’s there to nail an arm drag to Blade, who is right back to his feet, but put down by another arm drag from Weedman. Blade stands up once again, but this time is pulled into a small package from Weedman as the referee slides into position for the count! ONE! T-KICKOUT! Blade forces a shoulder off the mat to the cheers from the crowd as he turns to his side and starts to pull himself back to his feet, just in time for Weedman to grab him by the head for some extra support. JERMAINE MARKS: John Blade’s first match dream almost became a nightmare right there, slim. All it took was just a second longer on the shoulders. RANDY THE PILOT: But Blade broke the pinfall all the same and is still in this one, ain’t gonna count him out just yet. BRIAN MASON: Blade was looking good the entire front end of this match, while the Weedman got himself into a roll up position. Don’t count your chickens just yet, Jermaine. Weedman delivers some knees to the gut area of Blade to send him back into the corner, before unleashing a series of punches, all of which are being blocked by Blade before he starts to fire back with some punches of his own, then follows it up with a spin-out powerbomb to the Weedman! But Blade doesn’t end there… he faces the cheering fans and throws a hand up to the sky before going into the five knuckle shuffle motion and connects at the last second! He lifts a leg to the counting from the crowd and the mat slapping by the referee. ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOOOO! At the last moment, Weedman gets a shoulder off the mat to break the pin attempt from the jeers the fans are throwing his way. Blade is holding his head almost nearly getting the pinfall, but quickly rolls to his knees and lifts Weedman back to a standing position. Blade wipes Weedman into the ropes and hits a diving headbutt to his opponent, causing Weedman to roll out of the ring under the bottom ropes to regain some of his composure back. BRIAN MASON: And here goes Blade. He’s on the roll for the time being! RANDY THE PILOT: A roll that he better finish off before it rolls back over to the Weedman’s favor. Blade motions for Weedman to get back into the ring with him, stepping back from the ropes and giving his opponent all the room to come back into the ring without being harassed. Once he does, Weedman goes for a clothesline, but Blade ducks underneath it. Blade hits the ropes and nails a diving crossbody to the competitor, rolling back to his feet and hitting the ropes again before executing a diving leg drop to cap off the series of the move. Weedman is down, but Blade doesn’t go for the pinfall just yet as he turns to the fans with his hand raised in the air and taking in the cheers from them, before turning his attention back to Weedman. Weedman is slow getting back to his feet, but when he turns around, John Blade has a surprise for him… The Blade Breaker! The fans are going nuts as Blade is leaning on his knees, then falls forward to lift a leg for the pinfall attempt, only watching the referee slide into the right position to make the count. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall…. JOHHHNNNN BLADDDDDDDEEEEE! Blade is helped back to his feet by the referee as he only looks down at the Weedman and his defeat. The referee raises Blade’s hand into the sky as the fans cheer him on and he’s taking in the atmosphere of the arena after such a victory. Blade walks over to one set of the ropes and throws his hands up one last time before climbing the nearest turnbuckle to do the same. JERMAINE MARKS: Lucky first match if you ask me. RANDY THE PILOT: I dunno, he did seem to dominate The Weedman for the majority of the match, but can he keep on doin’ that is the real question. BRIAN MASON: Well, looks like we’re about to find out… John Blade’s celebration is cut short as he hears the fans direct their attention towards the stage area, making him turn a head from the turnbuckle to see who was interrupting his debut win. His eyes narrow and Blade motions for the person to get into the ring, but Money-Star is only laughing at Blade from the top of the rampway. Blade looks ready for a fight, inviting Money-Star into the ring with him, but Money-Star only points at Blade before the scene fades away. WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHN BLADE (6:43) |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 01:50 AM Post #3 |
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![]() The camera scene switches backstage to the vision of DeMarcus Gresham standing next to a blackboard. He view on the board is where on one side is his name ‘Gifted’ in an elaborate cursive. On the other side of the board is Aries name in a regular capital form. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Tonight ladies and gentlemen we will do a traditional tale of the tape. Here we have the opponent---and Gifted. First things first, Strength. DeMarcus points toward the ‘Strength’ write up between both Aries and Gifted. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I am an Gifted specimen of elite power and mobility, Aries---is not. Case closed. DeMarcus walks over and puts the check mark near his name. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Next, intelligence. Gresham points to the next word on the list. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Gifted is coming into this match the youngest Masters graduate in finance and quantitative analysis/statistics in the history of the University of Chicago. A standout from Knoxville's Wrestling Institute and the King uncrowned inside the ring. Everything acknowledgable and able to learn in that ring I can and will do to perform at my peak. Meanwhile--- He points toward the Aries name. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: This---ingrate, believes he can beat Godzilla. Enough said. Gresham clears his throat with an obvious look of disdain before placing the check once again under his Gifted name. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Hmmm, what’s next---ahh yes, speed. He looks at the next to last bullet on the board. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Gifted, a man of pure fluidity in the ring. Poetry in motion some could say. Never a move wasted toward the goal. The focus always becoming THE All or Nothing winner. We have seen I will take any advantage given and misstep taken. I walk faster than Aries. Jog faster than Aries. Run faster than Aries. I do it all with the look and grace of royal demand. Speed, quickness---it’s almost like I’m wasting my time here. He lines yet another check right under his name next to speed. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Lastly, Drive. I drive to win. I drive to finally get that crown and status that has been stolen from me. I look to gain what has been due to me all along. All that is needed is opportunity. Here and is and believe me it will not be wasted. Aries, is driven to break necks. While that is a high aspiration that I actually find entertaining. It will not be a goal he reaches tonight, nor will a victory in his name. Tonight, Defiance’s All or Nothing leaderboard will show Gifted. A trend that shall continue throughout the series. A King uncrowned will only last momentarily. I would allow the enlighten give you testimony but it’s much better to witness the elite. Class dismissed. The camera fades as it watches DeMarcus motion forward placing the last check on the side of Gifted near the ‘Drive’ bullet point on the blackboard. ![]() The camera fades in as it shows Luke Wisia walking around the backstage area with the HKW GO Briefcase attached firmly around him with a baby holder. He looks down one end of the hallway, then the other, before tapping his chin and taking a look down at the briefcase that we was guarding with his life. LUKE WISIA: Ya know what? I’ve never… actually took some time to see what exactly was in this mother fucker or the details that come with it. How the hell have I never opened this damn briefcase except when I got it and realized what it was. Wisia unattached the briefcase from his chest and sets it down on the nearest table, putting his fingers on the open latches and starts to open it before he hears a voice from behind that spooks him enough to close it real fast and turn around with his back protecting the briefcase. FELICITY BANKS: What are you doing? You better not even think about taking the contract out of that briefcase! Wisia stares at Felicity before his eyes start to return to normal from the scare he just got, then pulls the briefcase back close to his chest. LUKE WISIA: I ain’t dumb, Felly Flop. I ain’t fuckin’ up any chances of winnin’ that No Limits Championship from you. You actin’ like I don’t already know that the match will get pulled if I ain’t livin’ up to my part of the deal. So leave me the fuck alone. Wisia straps the HKW GO Briefcase back around his chest and stares at it for a couple of moments, before turning back to Felicity. LUKE WISIA: But I been thinkin’... When I got the key to bein’ the number one champion, who really needs to be number two? He smirks in Felicity’s direction and wipes some imaginary sweat off his eyebrow. LUKE WISIA: Because, let’s face it… that’s what you are right now. Number two. If I were to cash in and and take the bank shot for a quick score, then would I really need your pathetic number two title? Then I’d be number one and if you think you pissed off right now, I can’t imagine the face you’ll have when I bank in myself into a number one spot. Luke Wisia. Top Champion. Felicity Banks. Just a step behind him, like things have been since a little before Destiny. All I gotta do? Cash this in… Hmmmm. There’s so much to think about right now. Keep the briefcase at a chance of beatin’ you and shuttin’ you the fuck up for eternity, or cashin’ in and watchin’ you suffer at seein’ me be the top champion of Defiance. Somethin’ that even Shane Atwater ain’t gonna stop if I choose the right moment. He smiles at Felicity. LUKE WISIA: Wouldn’t you agree? Felicity rolls her eyes, clearly unbothered by Luke’s words - or at least that’s what she makes it seem like. FELICITY BANKS: Go right ahead and cash your briefcase in, chief. I honestly don’t even think you could beat Shane, but that’s neither here nor there. See, I know you hold that briefcase so close to your heart because deep down in your filthy soul you know… She points at the briefcase. FELICITY BANKS: ...that’s the closest you’ll ever get to becoming HKW World Champion. You know you won’t ever actually get to call yourself World champion, so you’ve settled for the next best thing. World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder…. LUUUUUUUUUKE WIIIIIISIA! WOOOOHOOO! She sarcastically claps her hands, making the sound of a cheering crowd with her mouth. FELICITY BANKS: So go right ahead, Luke. Cash in your stupid briefcase. Blow your one and only chance to be No Limits champion before we even get to the pay per view! I honestly don’t care, and you wanna know why? She pauses, but only for a split second. FELICITY BANKS: Because I know that eventually I’ll number TWO all over this entire roster and find my way back to the top of the mountain. Understand this, Luke -- me? I’m built for the top. I am the top. You? The No Limits champion chuckles, reaching her hand forward to touch the briefcase, but Luke quickly slaps her hand away. FELICITY BANKS: You’re just the guy at the bottom who cleans up the droppings. Toodles! Felicity walks away, but it’s easy to see that Luke’s words about cashing in the GO briefcase hit her more than she let on. She mumbles “number two” under her breath in a disgusted tone, before she walks away, taking a second glance back at Luke and his briefcase before disappearing into the hallway. As Luke watches Felicity walk away, the looks down to the briefcase, then back up to the corner that the Banks relative disappeared around. LUKE WISIA: Did she mean… number two her ass around the entire roster as in because she the number two champ…? or did she mean that she was shittin’ on the entire roster? Wisia looks a bit confused before he shrugs and shakes his head, turning his back to the scene and hugging the briefcase as if it were his favorite teddy bear from his childhood. LUKE WISIA: What to do… what to do. Luke looks back over his shoulder in the direction that Felicity left as he starts to think deeply on his next move and the ups and downs of each decision before the camera shows him narrow his eyes as the scene fades away into the background and transitions. The scene opens up backstage, inside one of the locker rooms as it shows a bizarre sight. There were several people tied up to a chair, back to back and with tape around their mouths as they all muffled and yelled at the camera. After holding on them a few moments, the fans were able to recognize them as the four HKW Students who helped out James Shark two weeks ago at Defiance XLV. One of them, however, remained untied and ungagged, looking absolutely terrified as the camera landed on him. After a few moments, a hand appeared from behind the camera, shoving what looked like a few pieces of paper into the hands of the lone student that was still standing. ????: Read the fuckin' paper. The fans recognized the muffled voice coming from outside of the shot as belonging to Jinzai as the student began to read. STUDENT 1: M-Mister Shark... Before the first sentence could be let out, an audible growling could be heard as the camera moved closer towards the student. JINZAI: I swear to God if you don't start reading that fuckin' right - The student took a step back, holding up his hands in surrender as he just quickly started to read the papers that Jinzai handed to him. STUDENT #1: "Dear A-assclown..." JINZAI: That's more like it! Now keep readin'. STUDENT #1: "S-since you're over in Japan getting your face caved in, I couldn't get this message t-to you in person. S-so I asked around the HKW Facilities and found out the names of the kids you had j-jump me after my match with Fran. Th-they were nice enough to help me with this -" One of the other students had managed to get the gag out of his mouth. STUDENT #2: AYE MAN, FUCK YOU! SHARK'S GONNA KNOCK YOUR PUNK ASS OUT AGAIN WHEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS - A sigh is heard from behind the camera, before Jinzai goes to put it down. JINZAI: Okay fuck this, where did I put Mercy? The first student's eyes widen at the mention of the barbed wire wrapped club, before he quickly began to speed through the message on the paper, wanting NO PART of what Jinzai was threatening them with. STUDENT #1 "-They were nice enough to help me with this message! Since you wanted to get involved with what I do inside of the ring, how about you meet me man to man inside of one at Illusions! No bullshit and no outsiders involved, just me and you only!" There! I read the paper! Just let us go, man! We were just doing what we were told! PLEASE! Jinzai snapped back at the student from behind the camera. JINZAI: You ain't finished yet! There's still one more thing on the back! Turning the page over, the terrified student began reading once more, not seeing Jinzai slowly put the camera down onto the ground. STUDENT #1: "Look up -" BAM! He was never able to finish, as the sound of flesh being struck was heard and the Student fell into view of the camera, out cold from whatever it was that hit him. The sound of footsteps moving towards him was heard, along with the sound of crumpling paper. Jinzai's hand appeared once again, placing something onto the chest of the now knocked out Student. JINZAI: And just so he doesn't think I'm not a man of my word... there's everything I owe from our "Bet". Make sure to get that to him once ya wake up, K? Stepping over his body, Jinzai made his way towards the door, walking out of the locker room and leaving the student's still tied up inside as the camera fades. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring...LUCIAN SNYDER! The audience lightly cheers as Snyder gives them a thumbs up and lets them know that he’s got this. 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 his opponent, he is JIMMY PAGE!!! SINGLES MATCH Jimmy Page vs Lucian Snyder DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Lucian immediately charges out of his corner before he catches Jimmy with a running forearm, sending Page back into his corner! Snyder then begins catching him with both forearms before he finally catches him with a high knee that sends him leaning back into the corner! BRIAN MASON: Snyder surprised Page with that forearm! JERMAINE MARKS: Now he gotta capitalize on it. Lucian takes a couple of steps back before he runs right at Jimmy....who shoots out of his corner and turns his younger opponent inside out with a running lariat! RANDY THE PILOT: Well, that’s about it. Page, pissed, motions for Snyder to get to his feet. Lucian is slow to do this, but once he does and turns towards Jimmy, he is caught with a rolling elbow that lays him right out! BRIAN MASON: Concussion connects! Looks like Lucian’s about to have a short night! Jimmy looks down at Lucian, disgusted, before he grabs him by his hair and gets him up. Page then drags him towards the nearest corner before throwing him into the turnbuckles with an exploder suplex! But Page isn’t done there as he grabs Snyder and repeats the move once again! Page performs the maneuver a third time, sending an already knocked out Lucian into the turnbuckles again! The ref then stops Page and checks on Snyder before he calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! JERMAINE MARKS: Daaaaaamn, he killed that dude. RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t think he really liked being stopped... WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by referee stoppage....JIMMY PAGE!!! Page shakes his head before he shoves the ref out of the way and begins dragging Lucian towards the center of the ring. Jimmy then goes to lift Snyder up...only for “Wonderman” by Labrinth to blare throughout the arena! BRIAN MASON: OH BOYYYYYYYY! Jimmy releases Lucian, who the ref quickly helps out of the ring as Jaxon Queen bursts through the curtain, a scowl on his face. He points at Page before he runs down to the ring, the audience cheering even louder as they get ready to see a brawl between these two! JERMAINE MARKS: You got any popcorn, Randy? Because this about to be insane, slime! Jaxon slides in the ring and is immediately met with boots to the back of the head and back from Jimmy, the audience booing him for attacking his foe before he could even get to his feet. Page then grabs Queen and gets him up to both feet before he irish whips him, only for Queen to reverse it and send him into the ropes instead! When Jimmy bounces back, Jaxon catches him and throws him down with a snap scoop powerslam! RANDY THE PILOT: Oh shit. Queen then quickly mounts himself on top of Page and begins raining down rights, not stopping until he draws blood from Jimmy’s forehead and cheek! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. We got blood already in this beatdown! Jaxon then gets off of the semi-conscious and bleeding Jimmy, staring at his bloodstained right fist. Queen then walks back over to Page, shoving the ref out of his way, before picking him up and tossing him out of the ring! JERMAINE MARKS: They coming over here? Fuck that, slime. We moving. Queen then exits the ring and quickly grabs Page before throwing him into the barricade back first to cheers from the audience! Jaxon then begins punching some more, trying to knock him completely out! BRIAN MASON: Queen has absolutely snapped and is beating the holy hell out of Page right now! Jaxon then grabs Jimmy’s hair and begins pulling him towards the announce table. The young man then releases him before clearing the announce table of some things. He then grabs Jimmy by the hair again before repeatedly slamming Page’s face into the announce table! The audience counts along, allowing Queen to get to 10 before he stops and looks out at the audience, a scowl on his face still. JAXON QUEEN: IT’S TIME FOR ME TO KILL THIS FUCKBOY! Queen then lifts Page into a powerbomb position....before he throws him right down onto the nearby steel steps, forcing Page's back to crash into it! BRIAN MASON: JIMMY PAGE JUST GOT POWERBOMBED RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! JERMAINE MARKS: Good thing we got some good ass insurance. RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, I almost forgot we had insurance. Need to use that shit in Colorado....for reasons. Jaxon looks his foe, the scowl disappearing a small smirk appearing on his face as he talks to Page. JAXON QUEEN: Look past me again, you stupid son of a bitch. I fucking dare you. I’ll do a lot worse than this... Jaxon then flips Page off before turning around and walking off as medics rush in to check on the laid out Jimmy Page. BRIAN MASON: I think Jaxon Queen just made things pretty clear to Jimmy Page. He’s not anybody to look over or scoff at. He’s going to be Jimmy’s biggest problem here in HKW...he guarantees it. WINNER: Jimmy Page (1:59) |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 01:57 AM Post #4 |
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The scene switches to the locker room of Ashley Chase where she is doing some pre match stretching while on the phone. ASHLEY CHASE: Hey Mercedes! How is my favorite Chase cousin doing? Ashley giggles ASHLEY CHASE: We'll just be careful and don't get in any trouble you here. As for me don't you worry that pretty head of yours as I have nothing to worry about nor do i plan on getting injured. What happened in Japan was just a freak thing plus i am still here so if a 2 on 1 attack did not keep me down neither will anything tonight. Ashley paces around the room while listening to her cousin go on about some guy she likes. ASHLEY CHASE: Good to hear sweetie. I bet he is. I would love to see you and him but he better be respectful since you are only 16 so he better not try anything. I mean it. Well i have to go talk to you later cuz. Her friend and HKW guest for the night Tiffany Davis walks in the room and sits on the bench next to her. TIFFANY DAVIS: So you ready for tonight Ash? This match seems like it could be either really great for you or really messy considering who your partner is. Ashley continues her stretching ASHLEY CHASE: Of course i am ready besides didn’t you see the last show i was on? Did you not see me run those ropes and BAM spear that guy in mid air? The crowd loved it and I went on to win that fatal 4 way match. Tonight is once again 4 people involved in the match. Granted it is a team thing but after all I am a tag team specialist so it should be fine. Tiffany still not looking convinced TIFFANY DAVIS: I realize that but still your partner…... Then A voice came from the corridor, interrupting the conversation. ?????: Greetings. Ashley and Tiffany turned around to see Alex Reyn walking towards them as he approached them, he gave an appraising look at Tiffany. Running his gaze over her before turning to Ashley. ALEX REYN: Congratulations on your victory on the last Defiance show Ashley. You showed a lot of courage in that match. ASHLEY CHASE: What can I say. I always aim to impress and tonight will be no different. Ashley looks over at Tiffany. ASHLEY CHASE: Oh my where are my manners. Tiffany this is Alex Reyn, I was just telling you about him. You know the guy that I speared in mid air. Tiffany extends her hand to Alex TIFFANY DAVIS: Nice to meet you Alex. Alex doesn't even acknowledge Tiffany as he replies to Ashley. ALEX REYN: I certainly hope so. You're an interesting creature Ashley. I look forward to seeing what you can do. Though I ask that you temper your zeal tonight. That spear was an effective move, but it also took you out of the match for a significant period of time. Had the other two been more of a threat, that blunder could have cost you the victory. I must ask that you not make the same mistake tonight. Tiffany stares at Alex not happy to just be brushed off but when she starts to take a step forward Ashley puts her arm out to stop her. ASHLEY CHASE: Ahh your concern is sweet but you need not worry about me Alex. I am somewhat of a tag team specialist so I know what needs to be done. Like you said, in that 4 way match I took a calculated risk but tonight I won't make the same mistake. You do your part and I will do mine and i am sure everything will turn out as it should. Ashley smirks at Alex ASHLEY CHASE: You and me were by far the best two in that 4 way match so I don't see any reason why we won't be the best two again tonight. ALEX REYN: I hope so. I look forward to working alongside you Ashley. With that, he turned and left. TIFFANY DAVIS: Who the hell does he think he is to ignore me like that!? I am Tiffany Davis dammit and i will not be disrespected like that.! Tiffany kicks the garbage can and sits down. TIFFANY DAVIS: I don’t like him Ashley. He is not to be trusted. Ashley turns toward Tiffany and smiles. ASHLEY CHASE: Don't worry i don't trust him. I saw what he did to Colby Spencer at the last show. He is dangerous and could snap at a moment's notice. Ashley looks more serious now. ASHLEY CHASE: I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking what he did to Colby has me worried but trust me i will be keeping my eye on him at all times and i suggest you stay far away from him Tiffany. Far away. Ashley’s phone rings again ASHLEY CHASE: Hello? Oh hey Sammy! Ashley walks away to take her phone call as we fade out ![]() Jaxon Queen is seen walking the halls, a towel on his hands as he tries to wipe Jimmy Page’s blood off of his hands. It doesn’t take long however until he is approached by a running Eli Zayn, who keeps a small amount of distance between the two. ELI ZAYN: Jaxon, what just happened out there? Queen stops in his tracks before he turns towards Zayn. JAXON QUEEN: What just happened out there? Is that really what you are asking me? Eli slowly nods, not wanting to irritate Jaxon. JAXON QUEEN: What happened out there was only a fucking sliver of the ass whooping coming to Jimmy Page. What happened out there was me getting a small amount of revenge for him not only attacking me with a fucking equipment crate last Defiance, but for everything else that has happened before that. ELI ZAYN: Are you talking about the fact that he cost you Crowned Royalty? Or the fact that he speared you off the top of the cage during War Games? Queen raises his hand, stopping Zayn from continuing on. JAXON QUEEN: It’s not just one thing, Eli. This thing with Jimmy has gotten to the point where he’s not only cost me an opportunity, but he’s taken years off of my career too. Going through that ramp that night told me that the only way I can go toe-to-toe with this fuckboy is if I am willing to beat the shit out of him just like he’s willing to beat the shit out of me. Jaxon then slings the blood stained towel over his shoulder before showing his hands to Eli, still traces of Jimmy’s blood on them. JAXON QUEEN: Tonight, I busted him open with my bare hands. I took these two fists and made him bleed, then I powerbombed him on top of some steel steps. Like a man, I took the fight to him head-on and it resulted with my hands being stained with his blood. It ended with his blood literally in my hands. But like I said, tonight was just a preview of what I’m going to do to him soon enough....at Illusions. ELI ZAYN: I’m sorry, but I need you to clarify what you just said. Are you saying we’re going to see a Jaxon Queen vs Jimmy Page match at Illusions? Jaxon smiles for the first time since being approached by Eli before he nods at the interviewer. JAXON QUEEN: Yes, we are. But it won’t be just a regular singles match. No, that would be just too...simple for this whole thing, really. At Illusions, there will be no countouts...there will be no disqualifications...and there will be a winner and a loser. At Illusions, Jimmy Page is finally gonna stop being a bitch and he’s going to get in that ring and face me...in an anything goes two out of three falls match! Queen’s smile fades out again as he looks at the Defiance interviewer. JAXON QUEEN: No more backstage attacks. No more cheap shots. No more fucking screwjobs. At Illusions, Jimmy Page faces me like a man and I pin him not only once...but twice. THAT I can promise you. The former World Tag Team champion then walks off, leaving Zayn behind before cameras cut elsewhere. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is an All Or Nothing Series match with a 15 minute time limit! 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: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington; weighing in at 257 pounds, he is DEMARCUS GRESHAM!!! The fast paced, angry sounding guitars of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupts over the PA as the audience instantly begins to vocalize their displeasure. Their jeers only grow louder as Aries bursts out from behind the curtain, fists clenched, and lip snarled as he appears. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. Once the seemingly seething wrestler makes his way to the ring, Aries immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stage hand follows, doing as they were apparently instructed to do, sitting on the second rope as the push up the top, holding the ropes open for the Canadian. But just as Aries prepares to duck into the ring, he decides to give the stage hand a nice boot to the mush, knocking them off of the apron as he enters the ring himself and quickly taking refuge in his corner. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada; weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the current Interbrand Gold Ring holder...ARIES ARMADAIST!!! ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH Aries Armadaist vs DeMarcus Gresham DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and the two competitors slowly circle the ring before they lockup. Gresham, using his strength, quickly pushes Armadaist into a corner before the ref comes in and pulls them apart. DeMarcus then smiles as he looks at Aries before he motions for him to come at him. Aries, annoyed at the way DeMarcus is acting, quickly charges in at him, only to get caught with a nasty clothesline that turns him inside out and gets some cheers from the audience! BRIAN MASON: Wow! DeMarcus just clotheslined Aries right out of his boots! JERMAINE MARKS: You know, I actually seen that shit once, slime. DeMarcus quickly grabs Aries and gets him up to both feet before he throws him into the ropes. When Aries bounces back, DeMarcus goes for the spear and catches his Canadian opponent right in the midsection, knocking the wind out of him! Gresham then makes the first pin attempt of the match, hooking both of Aries’ legs. RANDY THE PILOT: He just speared Aries in half, bruh! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries throws a shoulder up, forcing the match to continue, getting boos from the audience. After kicking out, Armadaist begins rolling out of the ring, but Gresham grabs his head and drags him back towards the center of the ring! Gresham then gets Armadaist up and eventually hits a backbreaker to some cheers from the Glasgow audience! DeMarcus then goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: What a backbreaker by DeMarcus! RANDY THE PILOT: He ain’t playing around. He want this W! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Gresham sighs before he grabs Armadaist by his head again and the two both slowly get to their feet. However, Aries fires out with a headbutt that stuns DeMarcus as soon as he’s up to both feet! Aries then hits the ropes behind him before shooting forward and dropping him with a Lou Thesz Press to heavy boos from the audience. The gold ring holder then gets to his feet and hits the ropes to the right of his opponent before bouncing back and landing a headbutt on the laid out DeMarcus! Armadaist then goes for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: He got all of that headbutt! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Aries shakes his head after the kickout, but he just gets to his feet and begins stomping away at his Seattle born opponent. After getting a stomp in simply everywhere on Gresham’s body, Armadaist gets him up to both feet before he throws him into the ropes. When Gresham bounces back, Armadaist catches him with a dropkick to the knee before he locks in a crippler crossface! DeMarcus begins struggling as the audience continues to boo Aries! RANDY THE PILOT: Canadian Baby Killer! This ain’t looking good for DeMarcus, bruh! JERMAINE MARKS: Hell yeah, it don’t, slime! DeMarcus seems to be struggling in the submission hold, but after a few seconds, he uses his size advantage to slowly drag himself towards the ropes before he grabs a hold of the bottom one! The ref counts to four before Aries releases DeMarcus. BRIAN MASON: Aries nearly got himself disqualified right there! He needs to be a lot more careful if he wants to walk out of here with some points. Armadaist backs away from Gresham as he and the ref seem to get into a bit of an argument. When he sees that Gresham has gotten to his feet, Armadaist charges forward, only for DeMarcus to duck and pull the ropes, sending Aries spilling to the outside! The Seattle native exits the ring and quickly grabs Aries before he throws him back first into the steel steps! BRIAN MASON: Looks like DeMarcus is done playing games right now! Gresham then grabs Armadaist and hits a snap suplex right on the ground outside! Aries howls out in pain, but DeMarcus isn’t done there as he waits for the Canadian to get to his feet before he drops him with a running knee lift! Gresham then rolls the gold ring holder back into the ring before sliding in himself and going for the cover! JERMAINE MARKS: He got him right here, slime! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Aries ain’t tryna lose any more points tonight, bruh! DeMarcus shakes his head before he gets to his feet again. He then grabs Aries and lifts him up into a powerbomb position...before throwing him right into the turnbuckles! Aries crumples in the corner, but DeMarcus grabs his legs and pulls him out of the corner before going for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Gresham just connected with Royal! This has to be it! JERMAINE MARKS: Aries look like he out of it! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Still not enough! You gotta wonder what’s going through DeMarcus head right now. Dude just can’t seem to put Aries away! Gresham shakes his head before he grabs Armadaist by his head again before getting him up to both feet. DeMarcus then irish whips him into the ropes. However, when Aries bounces back, he catches DeMarcus with a leaping headbutt, stunning the bigger man! Aries then catches him with a boot to the side of the head that drops him to the mat before hitting the ropes near and coming back towards the laid out DeMarcus. Aries then leaps up and lands a senton before he goes for the cover, screaming at the ref to make the count! BRIAN MASON: Aries may have just knocked the wind out of DeMarcus Gresham with that running senton! RANDY THE PILOT: I mean, Aries ain’t no small dude... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JERMAINE MARKS: DAMN, ARIES! FINISH THIS FOOL! I GOT BREAD ON YOU, SLIME! Aries, clearly getting frustrated at the fact that DeMarcus is not going down easy, grabs the Seattle native’s head before driving his own into it! The two craniums collide repeatedly before Aries finally releases DeMarcus, who now has a busted up forehead! RANDY THE PILOT: WE GOT BLOOD! Aries then gets to his feet and waits for DeMarcus to get to his knees before he runs forward and hits a step up hip attack, knocking him out! The Canadian then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: SKIDMARK WIZARD! ARIES HAS IT RIGHT HERE! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: NOT ENOUGH! Damn, neither of these dudes willing to give it up any time soon! Armadaist gets to his feet after that and exits the ring, fuming, before he walks over to where Whisper Viperi is and asks for his gold ring to be handed back to him. When it is, Aries begins taunting some of the front row fans with it, screaming in their faces that he holds the ring. Screaming at them that he is the most dangerous man in HKW. Aries then returns the ring and threatens to cripple Whisper just like he did Joey and Tanner. JERMAINE MARKS: Leave Whisper alone, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Dude’s insane. The ring holder then slides back into the ring and gets to his feet before he charges at DeMarcus, who lifts him up before slamming him right down onto the mat with a spinebuster! BRIAN MASON: BLACK DIAMOND! Aries might be out cold after that spinebuster! And it looks like Gresham is ready to put the match away! Gresham slowly rolls to his knees before a smile forms on his face. He then gets to his feet and begins to slowly back into a corner as he motions for Aries to do the same. The gold ring holder eventually gets to his feet and turns towards his opponent, who rushes forward and damn near takes his head off with a yakuza kick! BRIAN MASON: DETERMINATION! THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! JERMAINE MARKS: I’m about to lose this mothafuckin’ bread too... RANDY THE PILOT: Aries is out like a light, bruh! As Aries lies on the mat, out cold, a smirking yet hurting DeMarcus crawls over to him before he goes for the cover, draping an arm over Aries’ chest! However, before the ref can even count one, the bell rings, sending confusion throughout the audience! DING! DING! DING! RANDY THE PILOT: What the hell just happened? JERMAINE MARKS: I don’t know, slime... WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled...A TIME LIMIT DRAW! DeMarcus can’t believe it! He gets to his feet and immediately starts to go into a discussion with the ref, saying that he had Aries beat. Aries, on the other hand, rolls out of the ring and immediately yells for his ring to be brought back to him. Once it is, he gets to his feet and smiles while rubbing his jaw, knowing he escaped tonight. Gresham shakes his head as he looks at him before motioning how close he was to beating him. RANDY THE PILOT: Aries got lucky tonight! JERMAINE MARKS: Shit, he got lucky?! I got lucky! Saved myself some money! BRIAN MASON: Well, we didn’t get a clear winner tonight, but I guarantee you we might just see these two men in the ring again, maybe with no time limit next time. WINNER: Time Limit Draw (15:00) |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 02:01 AM Post #5 |
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![]() Backstage, an unusual setup has been laid out. A single black podium stands in the center of the hallway. Behind it, a large banner than stands from the floor nearly six feet in the air. The monstrous banner reads “REAR”. A large number of photographers and individuals with microphones have assembled in seats in front of the podium. With a strong stir of chatter between them going, suddenly a loud voice comes over them. “Ladies and gentleman of the press, I have the distinct pleasure to introduce to you, the leader of the REAR movement, Miss Reese Raye Spencer.” As the press quiets down, a rather subdued Reese Spencer stands behind the podium. The beautiful brunette stands with no makeup, and a black pantsuit clad to her body. A somber expression overtakes her usually confident demeanor. As the press reaches minimal noise level, Reese looks out at those who are gathered in attendance. REESE SPENCER: Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming to this, the State of the Dress, address. Over the last two weeks, I have faced public scrutiny at the hands of Chance Frost and Odyn Davel Balou the third, otherwise known as ODBIII of the Reapers in Pride organization. The unauthorized use of a personal video that was taken in my inebriated state has caused serious physical and mental anguish on my personal being. Those two individual members of the R.I.P. took advantage of my personal privacy and space, and I fully intend on giving both of those individuals what they deserve. I make a promise to myself and all of you, REAR will have the last laugh on this unfortunate incident. With that said, I will open up the floor to some questions. As Reese looks over into the crowd of reporters, the voice of one can be heard coming up from the rest. “What exactly does REAR stand for?” Reese looks at the reporter with a smile on her face. Taking a moment, she looks down at the podium, then begins to speak. REESE SPENCER: REAAR stands for Reese Equal Action Against Reapers. This will be a simple and decisive organization to ensure that those individuals who wronged me are brought to justice. As the press begin to swarm with questions, Reese points to one at her left side. “How exactly do you plan on getting even?” For the first time, Reese has a smirk on her face. REESE SPENCER: That is a quite simple answer, it literally a fair stance at karma. Everything that they’ve done to me, will be done back to them tenfold. I am a true believer in equity, and I believe that they will have to have equal consequences for the anguish that they’ve caused me. Now, we will take one final question, as I have a match to win. Suddenly, the reporters begin to cause more noise as Reese points to the reporter dead center. “What exactly is your claim to be truly even with the Chance Frost and ODBIII?” A smile comes over Reese face as she reaches her right hand down under the podium. REESE SPENCER: It’s a quite simple answer. They’ve exposed me, so I will expose them. However, the evil that they’ve perpetrated will be nothing compared to what I can do to Frost and ODB… Suddenly, Reese picks up her right hand where a meat cleaver is in her hands. As the press erupts in a few screams, Reese smiles. REESE SPENCER: This State of the Dress Address, is over. Reese slams the knife down into the podium stabbing. She then pulls it out and leaves the podium. ![]() Cameras return back to ringside, where we see a fully dressed Rhys Baines sitting on a steel chair in the center of the ring, a microphone in hand. BRIAN MASON: Well, I don’t know what to exactly say about this. Rhys Baines just came out here, grabbed a steel chair and a mic, and is now sitting in the center of the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: He probably mad heated about that Bank Shot he ate last Defiance. RANDY THE PILOT: Hope he elbows Mase in the face. Baines raises the mic to his lips before he clears his throat, causing everyone in the audience to go into complete silence. RHYS BAINES: On the last edition of Defiance, a FORMER friend of mine decided it was in his best interests to catch me with a cheap shot. The audience cheers, getting an eyeroll from Rhys. RHYS BAINES: This was after he told me that he had gotten his older half brother to help him out and get rid of the...information on him. Needless to say, when I came to, I was angry. When I left the arena, I was furious. And after a few days of simmering in that anger, I was ready to go to Jensen’s home in North Carolina and beat him into a bloody pulp on his front lawn while Gage and the other person currently living in his home watched on in horror. But then...it hit me. Baines then taps the side of his head with his free hand. RHYS BAINES: Instead of going to his house and beating him to death, I can actually hurt him a lot worse. You see, it’s one thing to cause someone physical pain. To beat them and bruise them and break them. But it’s another thing to cause someone mental pain. It’s another thing to mess with their head and guilt them into doing what you want to do, which is what I was trying to do with the information I held over his stupid little head. But that’s gone now...which means I had to find a new way to get at you, Jensen. So right now, I want you to come out here and hear about the big news, Jensen! Rhys turns his attention to the entranceway, but no music hits and nobody comes out. After half a minute of awkward silence, the Welshman chuckles before he speaks once again. RHYS BAINES: Come on now, Jensen. We don’t need to keep these people waiting when there’s more wrestling to get to. Baines waits...and gets nothing. He sighs before he goes to speak again, only for the tron to come to life and to show Jensen Banks! The audience cheers as Jensen seems to be on the show via satellite from his home in North Carolina. Once the audience calms down, a scowling Jensen stares at the smirking Rhys in the ring. JENSEN BANKS: You clearly knew I wasn’t at the show tonight as I am at home, preparing for one of the biggest matches of my life. But you clearly don’t care, so I guess since I’m here, technically, you can go ahead and say whatever bullshit you want to say. At this point, you’ve got nothing on me, so I really don’t even know why I’m bothering. Rhys chuckles as Jensen leans back in his seat at his home. RHYS BAINES: You’ve always had such a terrible temper. I do hope you are patient enough to listen to my story. It all starts off with yours truly realizing that there was indeed one more way to get into your head. Tell me, Jensen. Is Gage around there somewhere? Jensen scowls before he slowly nods. JENSEN BANKS: Yes, he’s actually taking a nap right now. RHYS BAINES: Good, good. Let him sleep. Let him not know that soon enough, he’s going to be coming home to his father.....to me. JENSEN BANKS: Yeah...that’s not happening. Rhys chuckles again. RHYS BAINES: But you see, it is. As I was thinking of ways to get back at you for kicking me in the face two weeks ago, Gage crossed my mind. So I did a little reading and technically, he is my son and thus should be in my custody, not yours. JENSEN BANKS: But you disappeared and that is why he is in my custody! You were the one that faked your damn death! Baines begins to shush his former friend. RHYS BAINES: Yes, yes. These people all know of the story. But that doesn’t matter. He is my son and I want him in my life. I want him in my custody. JENSEN BANKS: You don’t want him! He means nothing to you! You’ve said this before yourself! You just want to take him from me because you know I would feel guilty if I let that happen! A grin forms across Rhys’ face. RHYS BAINES: I can see already that you do not like my decision, so I’ll actually give you an option. I’m a fair man, might as well make you a deal, for old times sake. One match at Illusions. Falls count anywhere. You win, you get to keep Gage and I will never bother you again. I win...and I will win, and I take back MY son. Do we have a deal? Jensen’s jaw clenches as he shakes his head, shooting a disgusted look at his former friend. JENSEN BANKS: Fine. You got a deal. I’ll see you at Illusions. The feed then cuts out, leaving a chuckling Baines in the ring as the audience boos him. BRIAN MASON: I’m disgusted. JERMAINE MARKS: This fool really putting the custody of a child on the line at Illusions, slime. RANDY THE PILOT: We’ve seen some fucked up things...but a fight over the custody of a kid might just be the worst thing we’ve ever seen. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match set for one fall! “WE’RE GONNA PARTY WITH OUR PANTS DOWN!” With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... from Shilo, Manitoba, standing five-fett-two-inches tall she is… JENNY “JIIIIIIIINX” HEXTAAAAALLL! Nodding her head with the beat as she grins, Jinx starts her merry trek down ringside, placing the weapon-filled garbage can near her corner before sliding under the ropes and hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Giving the crowd a big cheesy thumbs up before stepping off the turnbuckles and warming up for the start of her match. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner... “Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? Tell me I'm the perfect queen” 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: 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. Reese’s entrance suddenly cuts out as static overtakes the knoxotron. As it clears, the audience is once again shown footage of that awful, humiliating night in the club. Of Reese being traded around and used like meat in a doghouse. This time however, a new voice is heard: ALEX REYN: Tell me… what precisely did you THINK was going to happen when you wore the face of prey? The footage now shifts, showing Reese flirting, wearing those revealing outfits, using her sexuality to win her battles: ALEX REYN: Do not misunderstand me, Reese. To cloak yourself in the skin of prey is a valid tactic. It is how the angler fish lures it’s food. But the difference between you and an angler fish is that an angler fish shows it’s teeth. And you have yet to do that. ALEX REYN: THAT, is why you are a victim Reese. Because we haven’t seen anything but a spoilt, naive, incompetent brat who DESERVES to be exploited and devoured for whatever scrap of worth she may offer. The strong prey on the weak. If you want others to respect you, you must give them a reason to FEAR you. The image now shows Alex Reyn on the screen, face hidden in shadows. ALEX REYN: I will be watching both of you tonight. And it will be up to you to decide which one of you will truly earn my attention… 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: And their opponents, first 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 opponents. SHE'S HERE!!! OH MY GOD! SHE'S HERE!!! The lights dim and a spot light shines on the stage area and then “Smooth Criminal ” by Alien Ant Farm begins to play throughout the arena. WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner! Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!! Ashley then rises up form under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She gets to the ringside area and finds a young child and hands them a autographed picture of herself. She then walks up the ramp and onto the ring apron. After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. RANDY THE PILOT: Feel bad for Ashley, bruh. This Reyn cat gives me the heebiejeebies just being next to him. Can't imagine what it's like tagging with him. JERMAINE MARKS: Word. She a pro, though. She be aight. Least Reese lookin' fine as fuck, ayeeee! BRIAN MASON: Neither she nor Jinx could be happy about what happened last week, and the reminder just now from Reyn? Not sure if that was a bold move. RANDY THE PILOT: Bold move? Bruh, he don't care. This ninja on some Assassin's Creed type assassins shit. He about to chop Reese and Jinx up into sexy little pieces of meat. A reluctant Ashley Chase stares across at her opponents, looking over her shoulder to see Alex Reyn already on the apron. TAG TEAM MATCH Reese Spence and Jinx Hextall vs. Alex Reyn and Ashley Chase DING! DING! DING! As the bell rings, Ashley and Jinx decide to start things out. Immediately, they lock up, in the traditional collar & elbow tie up. Jinx spins Ashley around and tries to push her towards Reese’s corner, but Ashley uses the momentum to take Jinx down with a modified judo throw. As Jinx rolls to her feet, she’s hit with a dropkick that sends her tumbling out the ring. Stumbling to her feet outside, Jinx barely has time to shake of the impact as Alex suddenly comes flying out the air with a suicide huricanrana! Alex is ready to capitalize, but Reese grabs him from behind and throws him up with a back suplex. Alex lands on his feet with a backflip though and strikes with an enzugiri, only for Reese to grab the leg and take him down with a Dragon Screw JERMAINE MARKS: Ayeeee! Look at Reese go! RANDY THE PILOT: Wonder if she got Reyn's attention? Back with Jinx and Ashley, the newcomer tries to roll Jinx back into the ring, but Jinx is in her element outside the ring and rails Ashley with a savage low blow with the referee’s line of sight obscured by the angle. (Believe me, a low blow hurts regardless of gender). With her opponent doubled up in pain, Jinx grabs her arm and whips her head first into the ringpost. With Ashley down, Jinx decides to buy herself some time by rolling back in the ring to break the ref’s count. As Ashley is slowly crawling to her feet, Jinx lights up her ribs with several vicious knees before grabbing her arm and whipping her into the ring steps. This time, however Ashley puts on the breaks, and as Jinx charges in, she strikes her mid run with a sudden thrust kick to the gut before taking her down with a swinging neckbreaker on the floor. BRIAN MASON: Big move by Ashley Chase to turn the tide around! JERMAINE MARKS: She's gonna need something a little more than that, five. With some breathing room granted, Ashley rolls Jinx into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Moonsault! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Ashley and Jinx are near Ashley’s corner, and it looks like Ashley wants to make a tag. Unfortunately, Alex is still fighting Reese outside te ring and isn’t there to tag in, Shaking her head in annoyance, Ashley turns her attention back to Jinx, but the momentary distraction allows Jinx to suddenly grab her and pull her into a small package! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: DAMN! Back to back to nearfalls! This one's getting real good! Both women are on there feet seconds later. Jinx comes in with a clothesline, but it’s a feint and as Ashley dodges, Jinx suddenly slides out the ring, trying to bait Ashley into fighting in her favored environment. Ashley looks like she’s about to consider it when- SPEAR FROM ALEX REYN!! The move comes from out of nowhere and blindsides Reese like a sniper round. Picking up the dazed Reese, Alex looks like he’s going to roll her back into the ring, but instead he aims a little bit lower and rams the top of her head INTO the apron’s solid edge. THEN, he rolls her back in the ring. RANDY THE PILOT: Assassin, bruh. BRIAN MASON: I may not agree with the way he conducts some of his business, but Reyn is without a doubt one of the more impressive signings in the past few months, wouldn't you say? RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah. Just wish I didn't feel like he was slowly killing me with his eyes whenever he looked over here. As Alex climbs onto the apron, Ashley sets Jinx up for a vertical suplex. Alex is about to springboard into a crossbody assist, when suddenly Reese kicks the ropes and causes him to topple to the floor. The momentary distraction is enough for Jinx to knee Ashle in the head and break out of the hold. Dashing to her corner, she leaps forwards and slaps Reese’s hand in the first tag of the match! Reese doesn’t waste a second and explodes out of the corner, taking Ashley of her feet instantly with a rolling chop block! Ashley hits the mat hard and Reese begins to drag her over to Jinx in the corner. She’s about to take a tag when Jinx’s face suddenly impacts the apron violently, courtesy of Alex Reyn pulling her off her feet! Grabbing Jinx by the back of the neck, Alex throws her into the brarricade, before ramming her with a knee in the back that sends her tumbling over into the crowd. Reese is about to help her friend when Ashley quickly grabs her from behind and rolls her up in a small package pin ONE! TWO! THRE-! RANDY THE PILOT: DID SHE GET IT?! KICKOUT! Reese just manages to get free and they roll to their feet. Meanwhile, Alex and Jinx are still fighting in the crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: This is what I wanted to see! Jinx and Reyn going at i--- what the hell is Reyn doing? Though… not exactly fighting. Instead, Alex seems to be focused on keeping Jinx away from the ring. Cutting her off every time she tries to get past him. Enraged, Jinx charges at him, but Alex easily dodges and brings her down with a drop toe hold. Jinx grabs her bleeding chin in her hands, only to feel Alex’s boot on her neck as she’s driven down into the concrete again thanks to a short-range curbstomp. JERMAINE MARKS: Curtains for Jinx. Back in the ring, Ashley and Reese are once again alone. Ashley had taken some shots from Jinx, but Reese had also taken blows from Reyn. The two locked up, struggling back and forth. Reese was the more technically savvy and once again went after Ashley’s knee with a single-leg takedown. She manages to get Ashley of her feet, but Ashley quickly grabs hold of the bottom rope before Reese can do anything more. This does not deter Reese however, and instead of trying to fight the five count, she slides out the ring while still holding the leg and swings Ashley out the ring and into the barricade! Ashley drops to the floor and Reese begin to violently kick and stomp at her like a mad animal. Slamming her boot down into her ribs and knee. A vicious, violent snarl on her face. Reacting out of instinct, Ashley grabs Reese’s leg and yanks on it, causing Reese to crash face-first into the barricade, cutting her face on the metal edge.. Quickly grabbing the now bleeding Reese, Ashley rolls her back into the ring and climbs onto the apron SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR!! ONE!! TWO!! THR-!! KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: HOLY COW! Another close call! Feeling blood in the water, Ashley grabs Reese in a facelock, trying to set her up for the Guccci Drop. But Reese manages to wriggle free and once again takes Ashley of her feet with a double leg takedown. Reese begins trying to roll Ashley over, looking for the Dreambreaker… Ashley uses all her leg strength to throw Reese back and the move works as the back of Reese’s head impacts in the turnbuckle. Ashley is on her knees, she’s cleared the distance, calling for it! WALK OF FA-!! -SPEAR FROM ALEX REYN!! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?! RANDY THE PILOT: Told you, bruh. Assassins Creed. He out here lookin' for his target and he got it! Reese’s eyes widened in shock. Reyn had just come out of the nowhere again and speared his own tag team partner! Grabbing Ashley by the throat, he pulled her up to her feet. ALEX REYN: Congratulations Ashley. You have my attention. EAST WIND CUTTER!! (Lifting Rolling Cutter) Ashley’s face hit the mat hard and Alex rolled out of the ring. Ashley was unmoving but for the first time, Reese wasn’t willing to take the quick route. This had been HER match. She didn’t need his help to win. This would end on HER terms! DREAMBREAKER TO ASHLEY!! The leglock was clinched in tight and Ashley screamed in pain, feeling agonising pain burn through her knee. There wasn’t any other choice, and the Crown Jewel of the Chase family took her first loss as she tapped out in the ring! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners by submission! Reese Spencer, and Jenny “Jinx” Hextail!! "Dirty Pretty" fills the arena speakers, the crowd giving off a mixed reaction to Reese and Jinx. Alex continues up the ramp, watching as Ashley Chase continues to writhe around in pain. JERMAINE MARKS: Don't understand these wrestling folk, fam. You got a match won, the you take yo partner out. Shit's wild. RANDY THE PILOT: Sometimes, it's just deeper than that. You gotta step on one step to get onto the next one, right? JERMAINE MARKS: Don't be tryin' this philosophical shit with me, slime. BRIAN MASON: *sigh* Regardless of that, a nice victory for Hexspence, getting them right back in the thick of things in the tag team division. JERMAINE MARKS: What's with you and all these whack nicknames, bruh? Just gotta stop that, Mase. Reese and Jinx celebrate their victory, keeping a tight eye on Alex Reyn who slowly walks up the entrance ramp, a smirk forming on his face as Ashley Chase stares up at him. WINNERS: Reese Spencer and Jinx Hextall via submission (8:16) |
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![]() As the scene faded to ringside the fans looked around waiting to find out what was next on this last episode of Defiance before the Illusions pay per view weekend. Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The moment “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System, the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. They look around waiting for a member of the notorious Reapers In Pride bike club to appear. At the top of a stairway there stood the President himself, Lance Winters! BRIAN MASON: Oh Lord. What does this lunatic want now? Hasn’t he and his band of hoodlums done enough already?! JERMAINE MARKS: Shit I don’t know if I can handle you being a damn bitch all the damn time, slime. You gon’ have to tough’n up or something. Or I’ma have Randy fuck yo bitch. BRIAN MASON: But I-- RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t like plastic dolls bruh. First time I fucked a sex doll bitch gave me a rash. Lance chuckles at the fans as he looks around to them while they boo him. He shrugs his shoulders and makes his way down the stairs while shoving any of the fans who got in his way. The Prez hops over a barricade and walks over to Whisper snatching the microphone out of her grasp. He slides into the ring and looks around at the fans and frowns as they keep booing him. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT’S THE matter? I thought you PEOPLE WOULD BE happy to see me? Boos. LANCE WINTERS: C’MON! This calls FOR A CELEBRATION. I GOT RID of that treacherous bastard, Xavier. THAT BACK STABBER. MY BOY VIK is about to be the next WORLD CHAMPION. MY SON LUKE is about to not only keep the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP safe with the briefcase he HE’S GOING TO BE bringing the NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP back home with the REAPERS. Chance and ODYN MIGHT JUST bring back the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS BACK home to us. IT’S A GOOD TIME to be a REAPER GUYS. More boos. Winters wasn’t going to let their boos ruin his mood. LANCE WINTERS: OH DON’T BE a sour puss guys. I BROUGHT DRINKS! He hops out of the ring and kneels down at ringside. LANCE WINTERS: You guys SHOULD FEEL HONORED actually. I COULD HAVE JUST PARTIED with the boys but I THOUGHT why be selfish you know? I SHOULD PARTY WITH THE REST OF YOU. That’s just the NICE GUY that I am. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a large cooler. He lifts it up and slides it into the ring. He then rolls back in and reaches into the cooler pulling out a bottle of beer. He holds it up in the air and smiles. LANCE WINTERS: IT’S a REAPER PARTY GUYS!!!! The fans still boo him even though Lance begins to chug away at the bottle of beer. He looks around to the fans and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: You guys can’t possibly be angry about what happened to Xavier. HOW COULD ANY OF YOU BE? Seriously? AND HOW CAN any of you seriously stand there and BLAME ME FOR doing something that NEEDED TO BE DONE. He takes another swig. LANCE WINTERS: You people just DON’T GET IT. I saved THAT SONG OF A BITCH from a life of misery. I DID. Not any OF YOU JERKS. ME! I was the one WHO ACTUALLY GOT HIM some GOLD in this company. IF IT WASN’T FOR ME he’d still be chasing after a WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP that he’ll never be able to hold in his SOON TO BE SHORT LIVED life! THAT UNGRATEFUL SON of a bitch HAD THE AUDACITY to stab me in MY BACK AND THINK it was okay? NO… He looks around shaking his head. LANCE WINTERS: That is not okay. I ADMIT. I have a SOFT SPOT for some people. I CARE ABOUT PEOPLE. HEY, I’m a PEOPLE PERSON FOR FUCKS SAKE. I take care of people. AND THAT’S EXACTLY what I was doing for XAVIER. And what did I get? I GOT A DRUGGED UP SCREW UPPER that I had to carry around LIKE A GODDAMN teddy bear. You know what Xavier’s problem was? HE TOOK MY KINDNESS FOR granted. HE TOOK our friendship for granted. He thought he could just do ANY DAMN THING AND everything would be okay. LANCE WILL take care of it. Winters groans. LANCE WINTERS: WELL look what HAPPENED, XAVIER?! YOU LOST us the World Tag Team Championships to a TEAM THAT SHOULD HAVE NEVER even won them. BUT they did. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. NOT ME. YOUUUUUU. Lance takes another swig from his beer bottle and looks over to see a kid wearing a Reaper Rain t-shirt. He laughs a little and shakes his head. LANCE WINTERS: WELL ISN’T that cute? Nice shirt kid but SORRY TO BREAK IT TO you. REAPER RAIN is dead. IT’S FREAKING DEAD. But hey...I’m in a celebratory mood. Winters hops out of the ring and grabs two beers after tossing the first bottle off to the side. He pops the cap off and walks over to the kid in the shirt. He looks over to see a man standing by the kid. LANCE WINTERS: This your POPS? The boy nods. Lance smiles and holds the beer out to the father. The man looks around wondering if he should take the bottle or not. Some fans urge him to while others tell him not to. He gives in and takes the bottle, but once he does Winters cracks the other bottle over his head and takes back the good bottle out of his hand before he falls to the side out cold. The Prez then snatches the child by his shirt pulling him over the barricade. The fans boo in outrage to what they were witnessing. LANCE WINTERS: DON’T BE FRIGHTENED BOY, I just want to tell you A STORY. Lance smirks as he pops the cap off. LANCE WINTERS: YOU SEE unlike you, kiddo. MY DADDY died A LONG TIME AGO. SHOT TO death. I seen the body MYSELF. Haha, hell I was COVERED in his fucking BLOOD trying to get him TO WAKE UP even THOUGH I knew he wouldn’t be waking up NO TIME SOON. And...Now’a days. I’m a FATHER FIGURE but I’M A BROTHER. You know? TO MY LITTLE BROTHER. TO my band of brothers of the REAPERS. To EVERYONE I take under my wing. And that’s KIND OF WHAT REAPER RAIN was you know? I picked up a INJURED little dove AND HELPED nurse him back to life. And what did I GET IN RETURN? Nada. A BROKEN HEART. I was….I was so heartbroken that I FELT AS IF I WAS drowning in my own sadness. LONG STORY SHORT, I wasn’t feeling myself anymore because I had to worry so much about THAT CUTE LITTLE DOVE. That I had to just OPEN MY EYES and realize that DOVE was nothing more than a PIECE OF SHIT pigeon that had NO BUSINESS OF LIVING NO LONGER. Do you KNOW WHAT I DID, boy? I did what I had to do. I did what I SHOULD have just done a long time ago...And snapped that little birdies wings apart so he can’t DARE to fly again. But now..BUT NOW i’m wondering if I SHOULD JUST SNAP his neck and get rid of him for good. He chuckles as he looks at the bottle of beer. LANCE WINTERS: Tell me...DO YOU WANT TO FEEL WHAT it felt like when I was drowning? You SCOTS are usually LEGAL TO DRINK AT eight right? Haha...WELL DRINK UP KIDDO! Winters grabs the back of the kids head making him tilt his head back. He then begins to pour the beer in his face as if he was waterboarded the child with the beer. The kid was obviously choking and struggling to breathe while Lance was just laughing until… "Heeeeeeeeeeyo, here comes the danger up in this club When we get started we ain't gon' stop This is your last warning, a courtesy call" The sound of “Courtesy Call” by Thousand Foot Krutch causes the arena to go in a frenzy and Lance to look up at the top of the entrance ramp. The momentary distraction was enough for the young fan to pull himself away from Lance’s grasp, sliding right out of the ring as the No Limits champion steps out onto the top of the ramp, motioning for the young fan to run up to her. The young fan obliges and Felicity hands him the sweatshirt she was holding, gesturing for him to wipe his face off. BRIAN MASON: IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME! WHY WAS NOBODY COMING OUT HERE TO --- JERMAINE MARKS: Mason, what I told you about actin’ like a cold bitch. RANDY THE PILOT: He do got a point, though. Lance gonna get ass sued and that means we gon’ get paid less. Less pay, less food, less happy. BRIAN MASON: IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING SUED, RANDY! IT’S NOT ABOUT MONEY! THAT’S A CHILD! A CHILD WHO JUST UNWILLINGLY GOT WATERBOARDED WITH BEER! BEER! BEER BEER AYANO: BEER BEER! RANDY THE PILOT: …. The hell did that come from, bruh?! After the young fan wipes his face off as Felicity walks him down the entrance ramp and helps him get over the protective guardrail to get back to his father. With the kid now safe, Felicity turns around and stares directly at the leader of the Reapers in Pride. FELICITY BANKS: What in the hell is wrong with you? I mean, seriously? Pouring beer… She pauses, looking up at the beer cans around the ring. FELICITY BANKS: Cheap beer - mind you - all in some fans face? Why? What exactly is that going to do for you and your wittle Reapers, Lance? What is that going to prove? She stops once again, but picks right back up. FELICITY BANKS: You’re so determined to be the biggest, baddest baddies on the block again that you’ll willingly resort to these lows? Dumping beer on some thirteen year old kids face? Felicity shakes her head, but Lance still finds it hysterical. FELICITY BANKS: That’s really sad, you know? It’s sad because I remember the days where you and the rest of RIP actually got shit done in the ring! You didn’t have to damn near break laws on television or anything like that. You, Joseph, and even Leifi managed to do your dirty work right where you’re standing right now. The No Limits champion pauses, spinning the microphone around in her hand before she continues. FELICITY BANKS: Ohhhh, I get it now. I see what brought on this change in the Reapers. Joseph’s gone, right?! Well, not gone technically, but with him in his new position, he can’t really be there to hold your hand and make sure daddy Reaper and the Reaper babies behave, huh? That’s why we’re seeing the Reapers act so… so… recklessly! A sarcastic grin forms on the No Limits champions face. FELICITY BANKS: And with Joseph gone, that means the best wrestler in RIP is gone. And with the best wrestler in RIP being gone, that means that you fellas just can’t get shit done in the ring anymore, huh? The crowd ohhhh’s at the jab thrown by Felicity who was clearly just trying to get a rise out of Winters. FELICITY BANKS: So I guess the question now is… how does that make you feel, Lance? To know that you and everyone else in RIP constantly refers to you as their leader, but the brains of the operation was never you. It was Joseph Perello. Lance looks at the bottle of beer and nods to it being cheap. LANCE WINTERS: HEY it was THE BEST THESE YANKS HAD, MISSY. BESIDES that kid WAS TAKING IT LIKE A CHAMP. Next Scot Olympic swimmer RIGHT THERE. He shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: Besides I SAW NO HARM in what I just did. HE LOOKED LIKE HE NEEDED A BATH, we all know SOME OF THESE people didn’t take a shower before coming out OF WHATEVER PIECE OF SHIT NINE TO five they have. The fans boo the Reaper President as he looks around to them. He laughs. LANCE WINTERS: Tough crowd. ANY WHO. Fel...NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN BUDDY. DID you come out to JOIN THE PARTY? I have MORE THAN ENOUGH beer to share. I GOT A WHOLE COOLER FULL. Even got a few of Vik’s SMIRNOFFS in here IF YOU WANNA GET CULTURAL. C’MON. Lance waves her down. LANCE WINTERS: Felicity Banks, C’MON DDDOOWWWWWN on the the PRICE IS RIIIGGGHHTTT. Felicity simply shakes her head and looks over at the fans in the first row. FELICITY BANKS: He’s already drunk, folks. The No Limits champion lets out a sigh as she slowly steps back up the entrance ramp. FELICITY BANKS: Nope, no partying for me. See, what I would rather do is slide in that ring and smash one of those Smirnoff bottles over your head, but I already know that wherever you go… She looks around ringside. FELICITY BANKS: The Reapers aren’t too far behind. I didn’t become triple crown champion because I’m stupid, Lance. I didn’t make a name for myself by walking right into six on one beatdowns because I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen if I get any closer to that ring. She peeks her head over her shoulder, making sure no Reapers were coming out to ‘play.’ FELICITY BANKS: I made my name by beating egotistical, delusional, borderline sociopathic nutjobs like you and your “son” Lukas Theodore Wisia Winters Banks. She takes another step back. FELICITY BANKS: It’s all kinda perfect, you know? You go down tonight, Luke goes down at Illusions - the perfect like father like son moment! And maybe… just maybe after tonight? You’ll be able to give your “son” the most important piece of fatherly advice you could ever give him. Another few steps back, this time with a peek over the shoulder to make sure the Reapers weren’t around. FELICITY BANKS: “Son… I can’t beat Felicity. You can’t beat Felicity. Just walk away and accept the fact that she’s far superior to us because she is the SUUUUUUPREEEEEEEMAAAHHH!” Winters frowns a little bit at Felicity choice not to join him. He pouts a little as he climbs back into the ring to grab another beer. LANCE WINTERS: Fel, SWEETIE WHAT do you take me for? I’M NOT A BAD GUY. Hell I’ve ALWAYS BEEN A GOOD FRIEND TO YOU. Remember? You scratch my BACK I SCRATCH YOURS. I wouldn’t HURT YOU. I COULDN’T HURT A FLY. C’mon. HAVE A DRINK. He turns the cooler her way. LANCE WINTERS: I’M even willing to LOOK PAST your little beef WITH MY BOY LUKE. Can’t ruin a FRIENDSHIP with some sort of PETTY BEEF AM I RIGHT? I mean c’mon...DON’T PULL A ATWATER and not take this OPPORTUNITY TO reflect on ALL THE GOOD THINGS. C’MON. Everyone is so BENT OUT OF SHAPE AROUND HERE while I’m simply just TRYING TO LIGHTEN UP THE MOOD and have a little bit of FUN. Lance steps back a little and takes a swig of his beer to show he meant no harm. LANCE WINTERS: No harm in having A LITTLE FUN before we go having a BAR FIGHT in the middle of the ring don’t ya think? I MEAN WITH XAVIER out of the picture WE’RE SET TO HAVE US A magical night. The No Limits champion rolls her eyes and drops the microphone, turning around to walk up the ramp. The crowd remains quiet as Lance takes a sip from his beer. LANCE WINTERS: Where you going? HEY?! HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING FELICITY?! GET BACK HERE. Felicity ignores Lance as she heads to the back leaving Lance standing there. LANCE WINTERS: Did she...DID YOU REALLY JUST TURN DOWN MY OFFER?! To party with THE PREZ?! FELICITY?! FFFFEEELLLIICCTTTYYY!!!! He stands there waiting to see if she would come back but nope. She didn’t come back leaving the President stand there with his beer. He takes a swig and nods. LANCE WINTERS: Fine...FINE. BE LIKE THAT. I’ll PARTTY all by myself WITH THESE PEOPLE and have my OWN GODDAMN FUN. You see...YOU TRY TO be nice to some people and THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS. FIRST XAVIER...Now FELICITY. FINE. That’s alright. That’s okay...I’LL SHOW HER. YOU DON’T just turn your back on THE PREZ AND GET AWAY WITH it. The fans boo him, more noticabelly the kid that Lance tortured. LANCE WINTERS: Hey fuck YOU KID. And fuck your dad. HELL HERE’S SOME NEWS FOR YOU, I probably fucked YOUR MOM AND YOU’RE actually MY KID. You ungrateful piece of shit. I OUGHT OF SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT and make MASON DRINK IT. BRIAN MASON: I’m not doin that. JERMAINE MARKS: You ain’t gonna tell em that though. Winters groans in frustration. LANCE WINTERS: FINE. FIne you guys WANT TO BE JERKS TOO. I’ll take this PARTY ELSEWHERE. Somewhere I’M ACTUALLY APPRECIATED. Lance hops out of the ring and heads up the ramp and flips off the fans on his way to the back as the scene fades away. ![]() Brad Cameras cut somewhere in the backstage area where the face of Eli Zayn is seen standing in front of a large Defiance symbol. Eli takes in a deep breath and lets it right out before he begins to speak. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time are two men who will be putting their careers on the line in a Taipai Deathmatch at Illusions… Brad Kane… The feed immediately cuts to a shot of Brad Kane, the words ‘live via satellite’ in the bottom right corner and the where the fuck is the show? Applauding the wrestling veteran. ELI ZAYN: And Sho Kojima… The cheers instantly turn into boos as the feed turns into a split screen - Kane on the left, Kojima on the right. ELI ZAYN: Now gentlemen, I asked you here because… SHO KOJIMA: Do not speak, Zayn. Kojima immediately interrupts as he squints his eyes to take a good look at Kane. SHO KOJIMA: What is it this week, Kane? NBA Playoffs? Is your hip aching? Or are you just too terrified of me to show your face? The cocky Japanese star shoots Kane an arrogant grin, Brad Kane shakes his head already annoyed with Kojima. He rubs his face still have a bit of a bruise from a couple of weeks ago. BRAD KANE: I wrestle in a couple of promotions and one of them happens to have a pay per view I am booked on and thus I cannot be there tonight. I would’ve loved to been but I cannot be in two places at once unlike so many other people in wrestling who seem to get booked on the same night in different countries. So it’s none of those reasons, Kojima. I take care of business. If I cannot make it to a show it’s for a damn good reason. Kane looks pissed off but that’s nothing new. Kojima keeps a dirty look plastered on his face, clearly not buying any of Kane’s words. SHO KOJIMA: Of course. The legendary Brad Kane. The man who has held championships all around the world. One’s most of us never knew existed… Sho scoffs. SHO KOJIMA: Is that why you think you are better than me, Kane? Because you’ve built a name for yourself in America? Because you have called yourself a champion in that cesspool?I have news for you, Kane. This sport? The same sport you’ve shed blood for? Sho shakes his head. SHO KOJIMA: It is not respected here. You are not respected here. Here, in companies like HKW? The fans in America and the United Kingdom view you all as circus clowns. Clowns that are only here for their entertainment. You take pride in your work and I know this… so it cannot make you feel good to be viewed in the same light as Bozo. Eli Zayn looks ready to say something, but before he can, Sho interrupts. SHO KOJIMA: In my country I am viewed as a God, Kane. In my country I am hero. That is something you’ve always tried to be, isn’t it? A hero to your fans. A hero to all of your pathetic children. But all you have ever managed to become was a bitter old drunk who spends his days reliving his glory days in his mind. It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. And at Illusions? I will do you the favor of removing you not only from this company, but this business too. Brad sighs becoming even more annoyed with Sho Kojima with each passing second. BRAD KANE: I’m on the same level as Bozo? Bozo never spilled his blood to entertain people. Bozo never beat people for a living. Bozo doesn’t know what it feels like to get hit in the face by someone who hates him. Your analogy is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard in my life. You want to compare me to a clown? I don’t get people to laugh. I’m not someone trying to get popular by being funny. Those are the clowns. He pauses to spit on the floor. BRAD KANE: In your country, you know something Sho? I’m viewed as a god there too. You want to paint yourself as this bad ass motherfucker? I got news for you. A bad motherfucker doesn’t need back up. A bad motherfucker does it on his own, stands on his own, something you have no concept of. You want to compare me to a clown? I’m lookin’ at one right now. I’m lookin’ at the biggest clown in HKW. I’m pathetic? I’ve come back from shit you’ve never heard of. I’ve lost so much blood that I nearly died in the ring. Reliving my glory days? Kane shakes his head. BRAD KANE: You don’t relieve something that ain’t over yet. So many of you are so quick to snap off someone as done because of age. I got news. This sport? You can last a lifetime. I’m far from done, Kojima. I’m gonna make you gone from HKW at Illusions. Eli Zayn is seen adjusting his collar in between Kojima and Kane, looking as if he wants to crack a smirk but he holds back. ELI ZAYN: Well then. Uh, ri-- SHO KOJIMA: Shut up you fool. You are not needed here. Sho cuts Zayn off, standing up out of his chair and looking as if he’s ready to blow a gasket. SHO KOJIMA: I am no clown, Kane. Far from it. You will learn that at Illusions when I, for the first time in your career, paint you up and MAKE you a clown. Only the face paint? Sho shakes his head. SHO KOJIMA: It will not be paint. It will be more of your blood. The same blood you have shed over the years. The only difference is… this time? It will be your last. BRAD KANE: Man it seems like someone has been talking shit to me about shit like this a few weeks ago and he couldn’t beat me last Defiance. All of you talk and fucking talk more. Never seen anyone in this company live up to the shit they speak. You’re the next in a long line of them, Kojima. All talk. No bite. Fuck you. I got a match to wrestle. Brad tosses off the lapel microphone and flips the chair over leaving the screen. Kojima smirks leaving himself as Defiance goes to an ad. ![]() The infamous theme song of Sho Kojima plays over the pa system, the crowd waiting on the arrival of the Japanese star. He comes out onto the entrance ramp complete with a Kabuki mask worn on the back of his head. He’s showered with boos but doesn’t let the crowds negative reaction phase him as he continues his steady pace down the entrance ramp. WHISPER VIPERI: From Tokyko, Japan… SHOOOO KOOOOJIIIMAAAAA! Sho hops onto the apron with his knee and enters the ring. He takes a long look at the crowd before throwing his arms out to his sides, eating up the crowds jeers. He takes his jacket off and removes the mask and sets it on the corner . He taunts the crowd one last time before turning his attention to the task at hand. BRIAN MASON: If this prick didn't drop out of the All Or Nothing Series we'd be having a AONS match right about now. JERMAINE MARKS: Yeah and you won't be as much of a bitch...Wait. Yeah you would. "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 VIPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! 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... 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. RANDY THE PILOT: She still ain't show me how to fly on a broom. BRIAN MASON: You do know she's not a real witch, right? The referee looks at both competitors and then proceeds to call for the bell. SINGLES MATCH Sho Kojima vs. Salem Cartier DING! DING! DING! The match began with Sho looking across the ring at Salem as if he wasn't too impressed with her presence. Salem on the other hand looked Sho ready for whatever he was planning on dishing out to her. Kojima sighed and motioned for her to come at him if she actually was planning on doing something. Salem went to lock up with Kojima but she was met with a stiff kick to the midsection before he shoved her back in the face. He shook his head and told her to try again as if they was pressing the refresh button on a gaming console. Salem didn't take to kindly to being shoved in the face so instead of going back to lock up with him she sprinted over going for a clothesline. She almost caught Sho but he ducked out of the wait and leaped up hitting a Missile Dropkick to take Cartier down. He then gets back up to his feet expecting her to be back up to her feet. She started to as he went back over to her and begins to hit a series of Kicking Combinations. To end the combination Sho grabs the back of her head and hits a sit out jaw breaker. Sho then goes for the pin. ONE T-KICK OUT RANDY THE PILOT: He didn't actually think that was gonna put her way did he bruh? BRIAN MASON: Yes, he's gonna have to pull out more if he hopes to put Salem away. Sho gets up to a knee laughing as if he was glad she kicked out. He gets up to his feet and backs away waiting for her to get back up but instead of letting her, he drops and elbow down on her throat. Salem gasps for air as Sho begins to drop several elbows across her neck and then locks in a side headlock. The fans cheer for Salem trying to get her to get out of the hold but there was Kojima hitting several punches before letting her free of the headlock. He gets up to his feet and demands that Salem get back up. She slowly begins to get up to her feet holding her throat. Once back up to her feet Salem looks over to Sho. He grabs her by the length of her hair and looks to punch her again but no! Salem blocks the punch and counters with a punch of her own. With each punch the fans cheer. The punches speed up as she was now taking it to Kojima. She pulls his arm and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Once he comes back she leapfrogs over him. She then herself hits the ropes and then once she meets back with Sho she delivers a leaping clothesline to take him down. The fans erupt for her as she begins to bait Kojima to get back up to his feet. As he slowly does, Salem begins to deliver several breast chops until she goes to hit a Double Underhook DDT that drives his skull into the canvas. JERMAINE MARKS: Oh okay, so I guess she think she actually doing something out here. BRIAN MASON: She's a former Cyber and Bloodlust Champion! JERMAINE MARKS: And!? The fuck that mean to a real nigga slime?! Kojima the real deal out here in these streets. Salem looked to go for the pin but thought better of it. She got up to her feet and waited for Sho to get back up. As he slowly did get back up, Salem sprinted over going for a Shining Wizard but no! Sho ducks out of the way and rolls out of the ring buying himself some time. Same looks back and sees Sho got out of the ring. Cartier gets up to her feet and hits the ropes before she goes for a suicide dive. Bad move, as Sho was anticipating it and hits a monstrous European Uppercut! Sho then gets Salem up to her feet and runs her into the steel steps. Sho doesn't look to stop there as he gets her back up to her feet and tosses her into the barricade sending her over into the laps of the fans. Kojima chuckles and rolls back into the ring. He then yells at the ref telling him to start counting. ONE TWO THREE FOUR Salem began to stir as she used the barricade to get back up to her feet. She got her self over the barricade slowly and fell on the other side of it near ringside. FIVE SIX Kojima squated down as he watched Salem struggle to get back up to her feet. SEVEN EIGHT As if a bolt of energy just over came her, she sprints back into the ring breaking the count. Sho was there to meet her with stomps to the face before getting her back up to her feet. He looks at her and backhands her before hitting a Snap Suplex. Sho then got back up only to bring her back up with him. He kicks her in the midsection and successfully hits his Sho RUSH signature. He then goes for the pin. ONE TWO THRR----KICK OUT! BRIAN MASON: Yes! Kick out by Salem! JERMAINE MARKS: Shut yo cheerleading ass up, Mase. RANDY THE PILOT: I think Sho is about ready to end this fellas. Sho gets back up to his feet and shakes his head at Salem for actually kicking out. He waits for her to get back up as he sizes her up. SHO KOJIMA: GET OVER HERE!!! Sho goes for the Short Armed Decapitating Lariat but no! Salem was quick to duck under it and she sprints towards the ropes. Once Kojima turns around he is met with the New Hampshire Handshake! BRIAN MASON: HE'S OUT!!! Salem quickly goes for the pin. ONE TWO THREE!!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, SALEM CARTIER! The music hits as Salem slowly gets back up to her feet to have her hand raised by the referee. BRIAN MASON: Even though she just won, it would have been a lot sweeter if a certain asshole didn't just up and leave the series all together. RANDY THE PILOT: Word. She coulda been walking out of here with three points! WINNER: Salem Cartier via pinfall (9:32) |
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We shift to the backstage area where Ashley Chase is marching down the hallway obviously angered about what happened during her tag match a short while ago. ASHLEY CHASE: WHERE IS HE!? ALEX REYN!!! COME OUT HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!! Ashley continues storming down the hallway looking for her prey but he is nowhere to be found so when she arrives at her locker room she pushes the door open. ASHLEY CHASE: You were right Tiffany! I should've paid more attention….. Ashley’s eyes get huge at what she sees next. The body that lies on the ground was barely recognisable. Limbs bent at grotesque angles, hair matted with blood to a swollen, purple lump of meat that somewhat resemble a human face. Only the ragged and torn clothes give Ashley proof that this... thing, lying in a pool of blood, had ever been Tiffany Davis. As she gets closer, she begins to see scratches, words, a repeating mantra carved into Tiffany's skin. "No more distractions... No more distractions... No more distractions... A ASHLEY CHASE: *panicking* HELP!!! I NEED HELP IN HERE!!! The door burst open as security runs in having heard Ashley;s screams and when they see the scene before them they too are freaked out by it but they call for the medical staff to come in and they start to work on Tiffany who is breathing but not awake. ASHLEY CHASE: He is going to pay for this! I swear he is going to pay for this Tiffany! You can tell Ashley wants to leave and hunt down the person she knows is responsible for this but she can not do so until Tiffany is taken to the hospital. Security makes the cameraman leave so the medics can do their jobs. ![]() Cameras return backstage where a crowd of people dressed in HKW branded RIP cuts and blue jeans stood around a podium. The people in the crowd talk among themselves, patiently awaiting the arrival of whomever they were waiting for. A couple seconds passed by before a group of RIP prospects stepped toward the podium, acting as secret service members ensuring the safety of the president and his party. RIP SECURITY: Alright, sir. It’s clear. The RIP security guard talks into a walkie talkie, and out come Odyn Davel Balou and Chance Frost dressed in custom made suits. They walk toward the podium, the RIP security members making sure to stand around them as Odyn takes the microphone first. ODBIII: Ladies and gentlemans. I am right here now today because I have been excuse of very bad things. I have been excuse of making Reese Spencer wear more clothes but I am not do this. If you see video on Defense two week ago, you can see ODB is clear to try and make Reese take clothes off, not put clothes on. Balou starts acting as if she’s choked up, wiping the fake tears from his cheek as Chance pats him on the back for encouragement. ODBIII: I just want say one things right now to clean the air, ok. No problem… The fighter from Congo sighs, taking a second to look away from the crowd. ODBIII: I, Odyn Davel Balou number Three…. did have sexual relation with that womans, and it was good time! Haha! Frost nods in agreement with his fellow Reaper. He lans over into the mic but sighs before speaking. He looks to be saddened by this entire ordeal to say the least. CHANCE FROST: Sigh...I can’t do this brother. He turns away from the podium acting as if he were wiping away a tear. Balou turns to Chance patting him on the back trying to reassure him everything was okay. He nods and turns back towards the podium. CHANCE FROST: This is just...This just a damn travesty people. To stand here and actually have to do this. After hearing the words that came out of Reese’s pretty...little...sweet… He shakes his head and sighs. CHANCE FROST: Brother I thought I could do this. I don’t...Know what. No. No I’m fine. I can do this. A prospect hands Chance a glass of water. He takes his and takes a sip. CHANCE FROST: To actually have to stand here and think about a woman...A very sexual woman might I add. Cause haha, if you ask me I never seen a woman as flexible and multitasked as Reese Spencer. Hell Odyn knows it he was there. Ask any of these fellas here they seen the video. It pains me...It really does people. He looks into the camera. CHANCE FROST: To have to see that a woman such as Reese want to hide the goods when you already had the full course meal! It’s a goddamn travesty people and it needs to stop! I won’t have it. It breaks my heart to see a woman like that not want to flaunt her goddess like figure and give a guy a peek of that nice bubble butt every once and awhile. And you think I’m broken up about this? Think of Odyn for Christ sakes. He was devastated to see Reese’s reaction all over the interweb. Hell he thought he don’ kilt his childhood hero Sam from Dr. Seuss’s Eggs & Ham story. You don’t just do that to Odyn, people. You just don’t! Chance looks to Odyn for a moment and nods. CHANCE FROST: Alright fine. I don’ spilt the beans already there’s no coming back from it. I too had sexual relations with that woman and I’m not afraid to stand here and say it! Oh and booo hooooo you people want to cry and say we used her or ‘“raped” her well here’s a tip to you forever virgins out there. You can’t rape a woman who is begging you to--- Odyn pulls Chance back not thinking it was appropriate to say what he was about to say. ODBIII: Oh shit, you cannot say this. We are try to win this nomnomnation for a less dress Reese Spencer! We are not go to get votes in women's demogruff if you say this out loud. Balou slaps his his own forehead, thinking about all of the lost votes. ODBIII: BUT THESE OKAY BECAUSE REAL MENS RUN AMERICA AND REAL MENS UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN A WOMAN WANT TO BE MOTORBOATED, YOU GIVE HER MOTORBOAT! CROWD: YEAH! ODBIII: WHEN BAD BITCH WHEN TO PLAY PIN THE TAIL ON THE ASS, WE PLAY PIN THE TAIL ON THE ASS! CROWD: YEAH! ODBIII: AND WHEN WOMANS WANT TO KEEP CLOTHES ON THIS IS BAD BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT OF USE ANY OTHER WAY! CROWD: YE---uh… ODBIII: Oh shit… Balou glances over at Chance. ODBIII: I fuck up… The two step back from the podium and talk it over. Chance nods as he makes his way back towards the podium rubbing his brow. CHANCE FROST: Look..What we’re trying to say is that no sane man wants to see Reese Spencer wearing clothes...Fuck. He looks around hoping no one heard that. CHANCE FROST: I mean no sance man wants to see Reese wearing more clothes than she should. It’s just about summer and we’re thinking about global warming here. We have to take global warming into account. A more dressed Reese Spencer just increases the chances of Earth blowing up into smithereens! Frost looks around to the crowd. CHANCE FROST: No one wants that right? If you don’t believe me we have scientific proof! That um...We just don’t have with us right now but we know for a fact that it could happen. Also, we’re worried about Reese’s well being. We don’t think her having too many clothes is good for health. He nods and holds up a picture of Reese’s cleavage. CHANCE FROST: You can’t keep these bad boys locked up. Smothered with some shirt. You gotta let these babies breaattthheeeeeee. You have to let them be free to jiggle! THINK OF THE JIGGLES!!!!! The jiggles people. The jiggles. ODBIII: And remember these. A VOTE FOR RIP, IS A VOTE FOR NIP SLIP! With that, the two RIP members exit with their security detail, leaving the press to talk among themselves. ![]() "House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans boo the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois…..NICOLLLLLLE HAMILTONNNNN! As the fans boo, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain to a BIG pop from the crowd!. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: AND HER OPPONENT! From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is THE MAN WHO’S HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU CAN’T GET YOUR NEXT PAYCHECK…..JAXONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN QUUUUUEEN! 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. He then dropped down casting a glance over to Nicole! “Strobe Lights” then played throughout the venue for a second time tonight! The lights dimming down so those red, white, and green strobe lights could hit the ramp. Fran made her way from out of the curtains dressed in full ring gear. The colorful lights representing her country breezing past her! WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent…..Currently residing in Boca Raton, Florida!! THE FLEEXICAN! FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!! Fran waved for the strobe lights to stop, the standard arena lights took back over. Fran didn’t enter the ring however! Fran made her way towards the commentary table for whatever reason. TRIPLE THREAT MATCH Fran vs. Nicole Hamilton vs. Jaxon Queen DING! DING! DING! Both former World Tag Team Champion Jaxon Queen and former Bloodlust Champion Nicole Hamilton watched Fran continue to walk towards the commentary table, clearly with no intention of inserting herself into the match. Jaxon Queen and Nicole Hamilton then decided to let the match go on without the Crowned Royalty Champion as a part of the equation this evening. Nicole and The Devourer of Salaries that SUPER stud, that man you absolutely positively NEEEEEEEEED to protect your monthly grocery money from… Jaxon Queen...Began to lock up! Nicole SCREAMED out loud trying to rake Queen’s face straight off his skull. Jaxon SHOVED Nicole down to the canvas yelling “GET THAT CRAZY BULLSHIT OUT OF MY RING!” Queen gave zero (McHannon) fucks. FRANCESCA: Get the hell up, Mase. Come on bruh. OUT, yawl, OUT! You the one who be talkin’ TOO much shit about The Fleexican. GET. Stand in that corner. BRIAN MASON: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! Fran pulled Mason out of his chair then pushed him off to the side so she could take his seat. Mason stood in the corner, shooting the angriest face he ever made at the Crowned Royalty Champion. Fran placed the headset on. FRANCESCA: Nikki over there gettin’ tossed like a coin into a wishin’ well yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl! Let’s do this. Fleexican on deck! Fleexican on commentary! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! YAS YAS YAS YAS YAS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! She said as she slapped the commentary table! RANDY THE PILOT: Fran, aren’t you supposed to be in the ring??! It’s a triple threat! Fran scoffed, touching at her tender nose. The same one Salem drove her fist into earlier in the night. FRANCESCA: I told yawl. I don’t WRESTLE nothin’ but MAIN EVENTS n’ SEMI-MAINS. You KNOW I’m not wrestlin’ tonight. MY NOSE HURTIN’ TOO! Salem reopened closed wounds, yawl. My shit was leaking so much blood earlier because of that DAMN Witch. Nicole got back to her feet! She went for a Spin Kick, rotating her body with an intense amount of speed! She landed the kick right into Queen’s mid-section! She spun again looking for a second Spin Kick but Queen caught Nicole’s leg! The Disintegrator of Livelihoods bent Nicole’s leg against her body before lifting her up and DROPPED her with a Back Suplex! He then went for the pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole found it in herself to kick out of the Back Suplex! Jaxon Queen grabbed at the same leg he bent against Nicole’s body. He turned it around into a Single Leg Boston Crab! Pressing a good amount of force into the move! He wanted to gain the win by submission right then and there! FRANCESCA: What a Suplex, yawl. Now he got the SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB ON FLEEK. STRAIGHT off the Hard Knox Facility submissions seminar. But everybody here BEEN knew that Jaxon would’ve NEVA been able to catch me with no basic shit like that. He wouldn’t even SEE ME. If I was in the ring right now HE’D BE A DEAD MAN YAWWWWWWWEL! Randy The Pilot looked over at Fran. RANDY THE PILOT: Then go get in the ring!!!!! JERMAINE MARKS: Chill out, Randy. She’s doing a better job commentating than Mase. Cameras cut back to Mason standing in his corner, depressed about the situation. Back inside of the ring Queen was telling the referee to ask Nicole if she wanted to give it up! The crowd loved it! They loved the Decimator of Future Kids’ College Savings. Nicole finally managed to spin out of the Single Leg Boston Crab! She pulled Jaxon’s head in for an Inside Cradle, ONE! RANDY THE PILOT: Inside cr- FRANCESCA: CRADLE YAWL! CRADLE YAWL! That shit looks weak as fuck though. No wonder Nicole stuck in Bloodlust, yawl. She ain’t got a LICK of fundamental wrestlin’ ability! She isn’t….JESAS. If she was JESAS she would’ve locked that on tight enough to get the win. TWO! SHOULDER UP! JERMAINE MARKS: Stupid ass FUCK ass Mase doesn’t have that type of insight. RANDY THE PILOT: Jax kicked out though. Lowkey, Jaxon’s one of the best wrestlers in the world. I feel like he’s been for a while but people are just now starting to realize. Fran looked confused towards Randy. As both Nicole and Jaxon got back to their feet. FRANCESCA: I don’t agree with that fuckery. Nicole kicked the former World Tag Team Champion in the stomach causing him to bend forward. She then ran the ropes with a passion, bouncing her back off said ropes then coming back to nail an effective Swinging Neck Breaker on Jaxon! He got back up! Nicole nailed a second Swinging Neckbreaker! Queen got back up a third time and Hamilton put him down with a third and definitive Swinging Neckbreaker! She then hooked one of Queen’s legs looking to grab herself a big win this night! ONE! TWO! NO! Jaxon kicked out! RANDY THE PILOT: Nicole improved a lot too, she’s been at the forefront of a division. I’m even going to say Bloodlust wouldn’t be where it is without her having been in the mix. People can name the who’s who of hardcore wrestling, but everyone who loves that genre of wrestling HAS to mention Nicole Hamilton as one of the best today. FRANCESCA: Bruh, how’re you gonna JUST ignore the fact that this lesser had to use not one, not TWO, not THREE fuckin’ Swinging Neck Breakers. All that really told me is that one is SO weak she needed three. It AIN’T special. It ain’t WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP quality stuff. It ain’t CROWNED ROYALTY LEVEL stuff. This is tragic yawl! Nicole stepped out onto the ring apron, looking towards Fran at commentary. Yelling at her to “GET IN THIS RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Channeling every ounce of CRAZY she had in her body. Fran shook her head “NO YAWL.” Nicole then made her way to the top turnbuckle. Measuring Queen as he got back up to his feet! Once Jaxon was standing at a vertical base Hamilton launched herself off the top turnbuckle and landed a crossbody on Queen! Only for Queen to turn it around! He rolled backwards on top of Nicole! Hooking the leg for a pin attempt! The referee slid into place looking to do a good job! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Nicole kicked out! Queen gets to his feet! He grabs Nicole and Irish Whips her across the ring! Nicole comes back! Queen attempts a LARIAT! Nicole ducks under and turns around to leap up for a Hurricanrana! She rolls back! Queen doesn’t flip forward as planned though! He rolls forward! Still having hold of Nicole’s legs! Nicole face down and Jaxon flat on his back! Queen turns it around so that he’s on his knees and Nicole’s now on her back! Queen steps in for a SHARPSHOOTER! RANDY THE PILOT: You guys can’t hate that sequence! What an impressive reversal from Queen into a Sharpshooter after an impressive show of athleticism via the Hurricanrana by Nicole Hamilton! FRANCESCA: Fleexican would’ve done it better. That was trash anyway, bruh. Randy The Pilot shook his head at Fran. Nicole found herself in a similar dire situation in the middle of the ring! Jaxon applying as much pressure as he could to the Sharpshooter! He wanted Nicole to tap out badly! He wanted this win! He took pride in showing that he was at the TOP of his game in THAT very ring! The referee bent down asking Nicole if she wanted to give it up but she bit her finger to block out the majority of main she was feeling lower down via The Human Pink Slip’s Sharpshooter! Nicole fought until she found a way to roll through the Sharpshooter! She kicked Jaxon off her! She then got up! Taking Queen down with a sharp Dropkick! Nicole got back up again. The audience suddenly began to cheer again! RANDY THE PILOT: I know why the crowd’s cheering now! Look up at the top of the ramp! HOLD ON! RANDY THE PILOT: Breh, that’s Brian Stryker! I’m assuming he’s out here for Nicole! Stryker walked all the way down to the ring! Nicole quickly exited on the side! Stryker ran around the ring in pursuit! Nicole hopped over the guardrail and made her way towards the back with Stryker chasing close behind her! RANDY THE PILOT: It looks like that rivalry can’t be contained. Wait….Where’s fran? Fran had already positioned herself at the top rope looking down at Jaxon Queen who was starting to get up! BRIAN MASON: I’M BACK. Screw that WILD FRAN. UGH!!!!!!! NOW SHE WANTS TO GET INVOLVED IN THE MATCH?!?!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??! JERMAINE MARKS: She’s picking her spot, breh. I don’t call her one of the highest Wrestling IQs for nothing. Once Queen had gotten up Fran leaped off the top rope and delivered a Diving Arm Drag sending Queen across the ring! Fran then ran towards Queen as he got back up, leaping up for a running Headscissors Takedown sending Jaxon back down! Fran then got back up, yelling at the referee to PAY CLOSE attention! JERMAINE MARKS: THAT’s a real move! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Jaxon kicked out! Fran got him back to a vertical base she backed up a few steps. She then performed handspring into a backflip before leaping up - landing herself on the neck of Queen - legs wrapped around the back of his neck! The Fleexican then rolled downwards into a Victory Roll! She grabbed at the tights of Queen! The audience booed heavily! RANDY THE PILOT: Fran’s going to steal it! Jaxon rolled backwards so that Fran’s shoulders were now pressing against the canvas! The referee dropped down and counted! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!!! DING! DING! DING! Queen let go of Fran’s legs! Fran sat up quickly holding two fingers up because to her there was NO way that just happened! Jaxon got his arm raised by the referee! WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner by pinfall….JAXON QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!! BRIAN MASON: QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!! QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!! YES! YES! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! TAKE THAT FRAN! FOR MAKING ME STAND IN THE CORNER! THAT SHOULD PUT A DENT IN HER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP MOMENTUM! RANDY THE PILOT: BIG BIG win for Jaxon Queen here tonight, Fran made a major miscalculation that cost her. She focused on pulling the tights so hard that she didn’t think of a possible reversal! You say Fran is smart in-ring? JAXON Queen is very smart to use Fran’s own athleticism against her! JERMAINE MARKS: Damn breh I thought Fran had it. Fran slapped the canvas multiple times out of anger, she argued with the referee as Jaxon Queen rolled out of the ring with his arm raised high. The victor this night! The camera faded on the angered Crowned Royalty Champion kicking one of the turnbuckles. WINNER: Jaxon Queen via pinfall (12:37) |
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| BB | May 2 2016, 02:13 AM Post #8 |
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The camera pans to the announce table, where Brian Mason, Jermaine Marks, and Randy the Pilot are standing by. Randy, of course, is halfway through his third sandwich of the last quarter hour. Jermaine sneers in disgust as Brian focuses in on the camera. BRIAN MASON: Welcome back, fans. As we all saw last week, Defiance ended in a pretty controversial fashion, with the tag team match between Shane Atwater and Xavier Asher Daniels and the Reapers In Pride’s Viktor Volkov and Lance Winters ended up as a singles match between Volkov and Atwater after a brutal assault by the Reapers on XAD earlier in the night. Volkov won the match via stoppage, but that in and of itself was not without controversy, considering he himself had attacked the World Champion earlier in the night, apparently concussing him with a Red Hammer. JERMAINE MARKS: Knocked him the FUCK OUT, Slime. RANDY THE PILOT: Cheap shot, bruh. BIG VIK did the homie Shane dirty. BRIAN MASON: Whatever the case was, the situation only got more complicated---and violent from there. As you’ll see in this post-show footage shortly after we went off the air.
We cut back to Mason at ringside, shaking his head. BRIAN MASON: An absolutely disgusting display, and a sickening attack by Volkov. Nonetheless, the World Championship match at Illusions is official...although the condition of the Champion is now, obviously, very much in question. Joining us at this time, live via satellite, the HKW World Champion himself, and the man at the center of all of these concerns, Shane Atwater. There’s an eruption from the crowd as Atwater appears on the screen, a scowl on his face, the World Championship that Volkov “claimed” after Defiance nowhere in sight. SHANE ATWATER: Fellas. RANDY THE PILOT: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it’s the homie! JERMAINE MARKS: Will you shut up? Mark ass… BRIAN MASON: ..Anyway...thank you for taking this time to join us, Champ. SHANE ATWATER: Not a problem. But believe me when I say...I’d much rather be in Glasgow in person right now. And I want to apologize to everyone...everyone in that arena, and watching at home...that I’m not. Shane shakes his head, annoyed. SHANE ATWATER: BUT...It was “suggested”...That I take the show off, stay here, get some more testing done. And unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of suggestion that I could argue with that much. JERMAINE MARKS: Sounds to me like you’re yellow. RANDY THE PILOT: AY, don’t talk about the homie like that! SHANE ATWATER: No, please. He’s entitled to that opinion. I mean. It’s a flawed narrative..but he’s entitled to it. Fact is, though...I’m not there, when I should be, because of circumstances beyond my control. Circumstances created by one Viktor Volkov. All in an attempt to get something he simply had to ask for in the first place. BRIAN MASON: That being said, Shane, Volkov HAS made quite an...impression, even in the span of a singular show. Laying out the World Champion twice, and beating him by stoppage, however controversial the decision might have been...That’s quite an evening. Some might even say he’s got a heavy advantage going into Illusions now, particularly with the dangerous nature of concussions in professional wrestling. JERMAINE MARKS: Yo Mase stop beatin around the bush and say it, Slime. Volkov got this boy’s number HARD. Shane grimaces, looking away for moment before nodding slightly. SHANE ATWATER: Y’know...after what happened last show, you could say that. Hell, if it wasn’t me sitting on the other side of the statement, I might even agree with it. Viktor Volkov is the most dangerous opponent I’ve ever faced, bar none. No fucking hyperbole there. He’s vicious, he’s...unpredictable, clearly...and he’s got a weapon in his arsenal that if it hits you… Shane snaps his fingers for emphasis. SHANE ATWATER: It’s over. Just like that. He put me on the ground twice, just that way. He...stopped me, in a de-facto non-title match, with the effects of that very same weapon of his. He used it to beat me, to humiliate me, to injure me, and to embarrass me. He used it to steal my property. The one thing in this business that matters to me….He used it to take my World Heavyweight Champonship, in some kind of attempt to prove that I don’t deserve what I busted my ass to earn. A pause, the memory causing a ripple of anger to cross Shane’s face before he continues. SHANE ATWATER: And THAT...is where the story diverges. Viktor Volkov wants to parade around with the title belt, pretend he’s world champion...spit in the face of my accomplishments, try and bury my name. Say I’m no champion. A man who only got the upper hand on me, by taking cheap shots...blindsiding me, not once, but twice...Wants to grandstand like he did something. Like he’s some kind of a man. Like he deserves that sixteen pounds of leather and gold. Fuck that. Viktor Volkov may be dangerous, he may be the most dangerous competitor on Defiance right now, but he’s also a fucking coward. Plain and simple. For all that brutality, for all that viciousness, for every skill he possesses, for the unstoppable power of that left hand...He wants to take shortcuts. He wants to make this...personal. Fine. Go ask Jack Warren how things end up if you make things personal with me. A sneer crosses Shane’s face even saying that name. SHANE ATWATER: If you can find him. BRIAN MASON: But with two concussions in such a short period, you have t--- SHANE ATWATER: All due respect, Mason, you don’t have any idea what I have to do. I’m the HKW World Champion. I have a responsibility, to this company, to its fans, to every wrestler in that locker room, to represent this company the way a champion should. To go out, night in, night out, and remind everyone that I am the very best that this company, and this sport, has to offer. Viktor Volkov cheap-shotted me, and robbed me of an opportunity to do just that this week...tried to rob me of the opportunity to do it at all. I cannot...I WILL NOT...Allow that to happen again. Fuck the injuries, fuck the concussions, fuck the cheap shots, and fuck the head games. I want to make one thing clear right now. I want all three of you, and everybody watching in the arena, everybody watching at home, I want you all to pay very close attention to what I’m about to say. And Big Vik...I want you to pay the closest attention of all you stupid son of a bitch: You should have finished the job at XLV. You should have put me in the ground, then and there. But you didn’t. You may have gotten yourself a reprieve this week, but I’ve already talked to the doctors, and I’m cleared to go for House Of Pain: Matrix. I’ll be in the building, and since I’m not like you...You will damn sure know I’m coming. You’ll see me coming, and you’ll get your receipt, and there’s not a damn thing in the world you can do about it. Enjoy this little reprieve. Parade around with the belt, bask in your small victory, pretend you’re the champion just a little bit longer. Because it’s coming to an end. Soon. And who knows? A slight, grim smile plays across Shane’s face then. SHANE ATWATER: We might just see how the great Red Wolf fares when you pull his fangs. With that, Shane shakes his head, pulling off the microphone and getting up, leaving the camera frame as the shot cuts back to the announcers. BRIAN MASON: Very strong words from the World Champion there...but you have to wonder how smart it is to come back even at House of Pain...especially when Volkov knows you’re coming. JERMAINE MARKS: Hey, if the motherfucker has a death wish, let him be my guest, Slime. Vik gonna take that boy’s head clean off. Believe it. RANDY THE PILOT: I got faith in the homie. He’s got something up his sleeve. ![]() Brian Stryker and Ashley Sullivan are sitting backstage. They aren’t talking, they’re just waiting. Waiting for what no one is sure exactly. They seem to have been waiting long as Stryker starts to get impatient. BRIAN STRYKER: You think this is gonna work? I mean this is a ballsy move. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Whiiiiiiiich would explain why it wasn’t your idea. Stryker glares at Ashley as he’s about to say something back. Just then the two stop as they see what they are waiting for in the form of Nicole Hamilton. She is holding her “Baby” as she walks down the hallway cooing it to sleep. Stryker and Ashley stop as they stand in front of Nicole, blocking her way. She grins at the two. NICOLE HAMILTON: OOOOH HEY FRIENDS!!! How are you both doing on this lovely evening?! Nicole smiles sinisterly, glaring at them. NICOLE HAMILTON: Stryky Stryk! How ya feeling after my boot literally crushed ya? Feeling good? Ya look good. How's my pal Richie Rich? I was thinking of paying him a visit sometime soon! Ya know, let him spend some quality time having a play date with my baby Bloody here! She says, kissing her belt before looking at Ashley. NICOLE HAMILTON: Oh Ashley, you have a lovely home! Ya know, after I win Bloody's sister back, I think that would be a PERFECT place to raise my family... Don't you?! She says smirking. NICOLE HAMILTON: I mean, we all saw how easy it was for me to get in... She says grinning. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Bitch, if you ever even THINK of getting anywhere near me like that again, I will END you! But, you know what, that’s not going to even be an option for you anymore. NICOLE HAMILTON: Option? Oh please. And what exactly do you and Mr. Cry for me think you are going to do? She says stepping closer to them, getting in their face. NICOLE HAMILTON: I WON. YOU BOTH LOST AND AINT SHIT. YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME? You think you can hold me down? Nicole smirks and let's out a devious laugh. NICOLE HAMILTON: I OWN YOU BOTH. YOU BOTH ARE MY PUPPETS! YOU AINT GONNA DOOOOO NOOOOTHIIINNNNGGGG! Stryker just smirks as he points to behind Nicole as three large men in white lab coats, grab hold of her. She drops her Baby as she is dragged kicking and screaming over to a white fan with the name Randle Ratchet Hospital for the Insane. Nicole sees this and gets even louder, cursing strongly as they strap a straitjacket around the tiny woman before putting her in the back of the van, where everything is padded. They slam the doors as Nicole screams out from the window as Stryker bends down and picks up the old Bloodlust title belt. Nicole yells to put her baby down as Stryker smiles at her. BRIAN STRYKER: Don’t worry Nicole! We’ll be good babysitters for it. You just focus on getting all the help you deserve my friend. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Excuse me, we’re not sharing here. Buh-bye psycho crazy bitch. Send us a postcard from the nut farm and let me know if the camera crew gets my good side when you’re watching the show in that “I love me” jacket. Nicole continues to scream as Stryker and Ashley wave bye to their opponent as the van drives away. Stryker looks at the old title belt as he walks over to the trash can and drops it in. As the two go their separate ways, the camera fades to black. The cameras cut backstage to where Eli Zayn is standing next to former SSWA Heavyweight Champion, Kickass Smurf. The blue man is ready dressed in his ring attire, and is hopping on the spot in anticipation for what can only be considered a huge night for him. ELI ZAYN: In our main event this evening we get to see the HKW debut of this man, Kickass Smurf, as he replaces the injured Xavier Asher Daniels… Smurf shakes his head in dismay, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth as he speaks up. KICKASS SMURF: It ain’t exactly the smurfiest of circumstances, I know that much, buddy. And I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know Xavier all that well, but I hope he can recover from all that’s happened. But, buddy, I’ve still got a job to do. ELI ZAYN: In an eight person tag match where you’ll be teaming with Felicity Banks and Sine Mora to take on the Reapers In Pride. How does it feel to not only be wrestling on an HKW show, but to be in the main event? KICKASS SMURF: Smurftastic, buddy! There were times back when I smurfed for SSWA when I’d watch HKW shows and I’d dream about maybe getting to wrestle on them sometime. But for whatever reason, it just … it never came to be. Smurf rubs at the back of his mask nervously as he takes a brief pause. KICKASS SMURF: There were times when I was smurfing in Japan, when I’d team with people from HKW, or against people from HKW. So I know what’s expected of me when I step into that ring. I know the level of talent that’s gonna be in my corner, and across the ring from me. And I’d be lying if I said I ain’t nervous, buddy. But right now, I ain’t got the time to be nervous. I’ve got three of the most smurftastic wrestlers I know relying on me to show these fans what I can do; to remind these fans of why I’m a two time former SSWA Heavyweight Champion; to smurf the Reapers In Pride like they’ve never been smurfed before! ELI ZAYN: Like they’ve … smurfed? He sounds confused by the word for some strange reason. KICKASS SMURF: #SmurfYeah buddy! So Scarlet, Arty, Felicity, I’m ready for this. This is the moment I’ve smurfed about for months. And we’re gonna make sure this match is smurftastic! Smurf walks away enthusiastically as the show cuts elsewhere. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is an All Or Nothing series match. 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...Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! "Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers. The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start. ALL OR NOTHING SERIES Ashley Sullivan vs. Luke Wisia DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Ashley and Luke head to the middle, but Luke just smirks and ccks his head to the side, dancing around the ring and waving her off. He goes in for a side headlock but Ashley shoves him off hard into the ropes. Luke just looks at at the crowd, runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head like it was nothing. He goes back at Ashley and hits a chop then grabs her for a side Russian legsweep, but Ashley elbows out of it. He goes for another chop but she ducks and hits a chop of her own then drops him with her own side Russian legsweep! Luke is pissed and rolls out to the apron. She heads over and he slaps her, causing her to stumble back into the middle of the ring. Luke leaps up and slingshots in for a flying clothesline… but Ashley turns and meets him with a dropkick to the face! Luke rolls around clutching his jaw and then rolls to the outside. BRIAN MASON: Luke is trying to get going but Ashley is meeting him at every turn, countering and getting over on him. RANDY THE PILOT: Luke’s that dude. He’ll come up with something even bigger and better. Luke rolls back in and rushes Ashley, but she takes him down with a leg sweep and a standing moonsault, staying on for the cover… ONE! KICKOUT!! Luke pops up, increasingly pissed and rakes the eyes, going for an arm drag...blocked and Ashley still hits an arm drag of her own. Ashley plays to the crowd a moment, but Luke is up and winds up… Bank Shot! No! Ashley weaved out of the way, and now she dropkicks Luke again… he’s up and over the ropes to the outside. Luke is down on the ground and Ashley sees an opening. She runs the ropes, springboard moonsault to the outside…. and Luke is up and blasts her with a chair! DING! DING!! DING!!! Ashley crumples to the floor as Luke wails away with the chair. The referee is signaling, and this one is over almost before it began! BRIAN MASON: If you watch the replay, you’ll clearly see Luke grabbing a chair out from under the ring. And then he used it, but why? This series is all about points and wins! RANDY THE PILOT: Why? I’ll tell you why… he was tired of getting shown up out here tonight. Ashley was one step ahead at every point of the match. And you know Luke, he takes matters into his own hands. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification… ASHLEY SULLIVAN!!!! Luke cockily backs up the ramp jawing with the fans and shooting middle fingers, not giving a damn if he won or lost. Ashley can be seen looking back at him from ringside, a bit battered with a look on her face that screamed "Kill Luke." Wisia holds his GO briefcase high in the air, yelling out "I'M GONNA BE CHAMP ANYWAY!" as he makes his way backstage and Defiance goes to an ad. WINNER: Ashley Sullivan via disqualification (2:07) Edited by BB, May 2 2016, 02:15 AM.
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| BB | May 2 2016, 02:17 AM Post #9 |
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![]() The camera fades into a shot of a pair of boots walking down a hallway backstage at the Scottish Exhibition and Conference Center - and ever so slightly scraping along the floor beside these pair of boots is the unmistakable strap of the HKW World Championship belt. The boots slowly come to a halt at the end of the hallway, where the camera pans up to reveal the Red Wolf, Viktor Volkov. Wearing a smug smirk on his face, the Russian lifts up the title belt, letting it rest on his shoulder as he pats it proudly. With a satisfied intake of breath, he takes a look around. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Oh motherfucker! He bellows out, laughing after doing so. VIKTOR VOLKOV: It feel so fucking good to be the champion! Finally. What the Red Wolf deserve... Volkov smiles, taking a quick peek down at the title on his shoulder before continuing to walk, a real presence about the man who has twice laid out Shane Atwater with the Red Hammer finishing maneuver. Passing both staff and talent alike as he walks further through the arena, Viktor’s body language almost suggests that he wants someone to challenge his claim to the World Title. Spoiling for a fight, a mauling, as usual. After a couple more corners turned Volkov comes across Defiance interviewer Eli Zayn, who seems to be filming something for the HKW website. With complete and utter disregard for the interviewer Viktor Volkov walks right into his shot! He looks down at Eli, then at the camera man filming him. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You both fuck off now. Zayn looks stunned as does the cameraman. They stay still for a moment, simply looking at Volkov which prompts an angry response from the big man. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Do I speak fucking Russian with you motherfucker? I say fuck off, I mean this. I take this set. I am WORLD CHAMPION. Do you understand this!? Eli’s face turns to one of annoyance, but in the knowledge of what Volkov did to a stagehand at Defiance XLIV, Zayn puts his hands up in surrender and begins to back away. He gets a couple of feet away from Volkov before he grabs the interviewer by the neck and pulls him towards him. He rips the microphone out of his hand before pushing him in the back, sending him stumbling away, the cameraman that was filming the bit with Eli following closely behind. VIKTOR VOLKOV: If I see you again tonight I rip your motherfucking spine out! He chuckles, before turning his attention to the camera that has been following him the whole time. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Okay, you are ready Odyn? The cameraman holds his hand out in front of the camera, giving the ‘okay’ sign with his thumb and index finger. ODB III:: No problem. Viktor re-adjusts the title on his shoulder before looking menacingly into the camera. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You know...ever since I take this title after I knockout Atwater second time for this, people say to me. Volkov, you have not win this proper way. You are not real champion. Heh. He shakes his head. VIKTOR VOLKOV: In Volkov opinion, if you get knockout twice like cyka blyat, you do not deserve right to call you champion. So I take matter into my own motherfucking hand. I take this belt. And I say this to you Shane Atwater, because I know you are watch me right now. If you want belt back, come and fucking take it, piece of shit motherfucker. You know where I am. You know I am ready to fight. Suddenly, ODB III shouts from off camera before Volkov continues. ODB III:: HE IS READY TO MAKE FIGHT TO YOU!!! VIKTOR VOLKOV: So after you take pill for little headaches Volkov give you, come and find me. Try to get your belt back, watch what fucking happen to you. Shane Atwater. Because you say you are submission machine, best man for make submission to wrestler, motherfucker, if you want hold Big Vik hand, just say this to me. Fuck. Red Hammer...does not care about fucking submission hold. Viktor Volkov...does not care about fucking submission hold. So I say this to you, we do not have to wait for Illusions. Find me. We fight. This is not the first time I make say to you. And is not the motherfucking last. He slaps the belt thrice before looking off camera, presumably at ODB III. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Now, we get nice and motherfucking drunk before match. Let’s go. With that, ODB III literally discards the camera, throwing it to the floor before joining Volkov in heading back to the Reapers In Pride locker room. ![]() The scene faded outside of Jinzai's locker room as the door opens. He is looking down at his PS Vista playing a game. He groans a little after he messes up. JINZAI: Damnit. Once he takes one foot out of the locker room he looks up to see Tony Capone leaning up against the wall puffing away at a cigar. He smirks as he sees Jinzai standing there in confusion. TONY CAPONE: Hello there Jinzai. Before Jin could even say anything he is punched in the face by a man standing at the side of the door driving Jinzai back into the locker room. The man who looked to be Benny the goon walks in after Jin and grabs a hold of Jin and tosses him toward another man of similar size who punches the former Hybrid Champion. Both goons begin to stomp down on Jinzai until Capone and a bigger gentlemen steps into the locker room. Tony calmly closes the door behind him and takes a seat in a chair watching Benny and the other man stomp on Jin. The other man gets him up and with the help of Benny run him into a wall leaving a large dent in it. TONY CAPONE: Benny. Max. The two men stop their assault as they look back to their boss Capone. TONY CAPONE: Why don't you let ol Jorgo have a shot at em, huh? The two smirk as they toss the man towards the larger gentlemen. Jorgo cracks his knuckles and picks Jinzai up by the back of his neck. He grabbed Jinzai by the throat and proceeded to choke slam him through a coffee table. Jinzai groaned in pain as he laid there in bits and pieces of the broken table. Capone nods to himself as he stands up and slowly walks over to Jinzai. TONY CAPONE: Do you know why I'm here, Jin? Jinzai was too hurt to reply as Tony knelt down next to him. He blows the smoke in his face as he tilts his head. TONY CAPONE: Well...If you don't know, I'm here representing my client. You know who that is, yes? Capone grabs his cheeks making him nod. TONY CAPONE: Yeah. Yeah you do know who that is don't you? He heard you make that challenge and well...Shark accepts. Capone pats Jin on the cheek a few times and chuckles to himself. TONY CAPONE: See you at Illusions, huh Dragon? The manager stands up to his feet and looks to his men. TONY CAPONE: Let's get out of here. Jin needs some time to...Think. Capone leaves with the three goons following behind as the scene fades away. The screen remains black for a few a bit. After a few moments the following letters appear on the screen: “The Versatile Queen” The image that slowly comes into fruition is a gruesome one. Upon a black throne, she sat. Upon her lap was the HKW World Tag Team Champion. In the background, Boudica, the Warrior Queen, stood with her spear in the air. She yelled out among her army, who stood with bloodied faces. Artemis’s eyes were covered by a shadow. ARTEMIS KAISER: Reapers in Pride? How droll of a name. How droll of a group. You all are ruthless bikers. How...quaint. Artemis seems disturbed by the group’s existence. Her teeth bear slightly, glistening in the light. ARTEMIS KAISER: You all took out XAD. Does that make you traitors to a broken man or does that make him a fool for believing you all would not? A derisive laugh escapes the small Kaiser, but it patters out soon enough. ARTEMIS KAISER: No, no, it does not matter what you have done and what your motivations are. No, it matters now to me that you have stifled my team a teammate. For a long while, I wondered if we would get a fourth partner. In this case, we got Kickass Smurf. Oh, what a character he is. In any regard, I wonder how you all feel about stepping against Scarlet, Felicity, and myself. ARTEMIS KAISER: Scarlet and I have defeated two of your members already to take the championships you all crave. ODB and Chance Frost are degenerates of a certain kind. Their perversion has been seen, which gave them their only shred of relevance in a long while. So to me, those two are merely wastes of spaces in your ranks. They will be here one day and dead the next. It is saddening. Artemis peered over to her championship, lifting it up and onto her shoulder. Her eyes finally came into the light; they bore holes into whoever dared to look into them. The face was familiar. It was the same one that came up when she got her chance to face off against Jimmy Page. A hunger derived from some primal being. A conqueror’s want for a proper challenge. ARTEMIS KAISER: Now the only two. You two have my interest. Viktor Volkov, the current number one contender to the HKW World Championship, a former two time Lionheart Champion. Oh, you intrigue me. You can remain silent; do not bother trying to talk to me. No, I want to eat you. I want to destroy you, make you bleed. Because you are a treat. You are a person that represents carnage here in HKW. As the new face of it, I need to take you out. And if I strike you down and pin you, then who is to say that I am not World Champion material? It is all in retrospect, you know. But even you...you are not the person who I want to cut into most. Artemis pointed at the camera, a grin crawling upon her face as she did. ARTEMIS KAISER: Lance Winters. It is you. You are the leader, the figurehead, the voice. If I cripple the leader, what happens? If I elbow you in the windpipe, preventing you from ever speaking again, what kind of man do you become? Someone as unhinged as you must be someone who understands the plight of a conqueror. Here in HKW, Scarlet and I will rebuild the tag team division. We are already there, doing better than you and XAD could ever dream of. But still, I always my own goals. And one of them is to stand tall over any faction or group that lingers in the depths. You...Rhys Baines...and Levi Chambers. You all are in my sights. You...Lance, you are just going to be the most enjoyable to slaughter. Artemis stands upon her throne, stretching out. She basked in the light, resembling a true glorious being. ARTEMIS KAISER: You may have taken out XAD, but you have only incited a full on massacre. I am hungry, Lance. Bring your little puppies to me and watch us rip them apart. While you sit there, waiting for the carnage to be done, you best believe that I will drag you into the ring myself and make a mess out of you. Welcome to the Queens’ Domain. We will be waiting. The camera lingers on a shot of Artemis before it goes black again. “The Gritty Queen” Once again, the camera fades back in. The first thing we are treated to is a large, painted image of Biggie Smalls wearing a royal crown. Red, black, brown, and gold hues are masterfully blended on the side of this Bed-Stuy building. The camera lingers on Biggie's cold, penetrating eyes for a moment. The camera tilts downward. Scarlet Flint is seated on a metal rail directly underneath the mural. Normally, she’d start things off with a smirk; however, she isn’t in the mood for any of that. There’s a certain seriousness about her thing evening. SCARLET FLINT: Allegedly , my team and I are bout’ to walk into some deep shit at Defiance. Winters, Volkov, ODB, Frost―the world says they are dangerous . Scarlet pauses for a quick second. SCARLET FLINT: But, the world is full of shit ―hell, yall know that better than I do. Shake her head, almost as if she were disgusted by the thought. SCARLET FLINT: Is me, Artemis, and Felicity supposed to fear that misfit band of brother? Are we supposed to shake in our boots cause they crew took out Xavier Asher Daniels? Hell naw! I hope those four fuck nuggets don’t think they’ve actually done anything. Xavier may be big star here and shit, but it aint of secret that he soft as tissue paper. He was hospitalized July last year; and, now he’s been jacked up again. Scarlet lets out a small grunt. SCARLET FLINT: Some would see this situation as a hinderance, but I see it as fucking blessing. Artemis Kaiser is a killer. Felicity Banks is a killer. Scarlet Flint is killer. What is the fuck is Xavier? One of these things is not like the others . So in my mind, the fucking Reapers just did our team a huge favor by taking out that motherfcuking light-bright, ‘cause he was gonna’ hold us back―and a bitch hates being held back. Now, Felicity seems set on finding us a partner. If she do, then she do. If she don’t, then she don’t. It makes no difference to me. The only thing I give a about is stepping into ring a fucking four scrubs up. She reaches into her right pocket and pulls out a loose Black & Mild, along with a lighter. She flicks the lighter and ignites the end of the cigarillo. She puts it to her lips and inhales deeply. She then blows out a puff of smoke. SCARLET FLINT: Wanat know why I’m really excited for this match tho’? It’s a chance to exposes some motherfuckers. Me and Artemis have already gone up against ODB and Frost. They weren’t messengers of death, they weren’t badasses―they were pussies that folded like lawn chairs under the pressure. I want the entire world to witness Winters and Volkov do the same shit yo’; that is my greatest desire. A lot of people in HKW think they are hot shit. In reality tho’, they just shit . When someone who is really talented and is the real deal shows up, they go ghost. The Reapers are gonna’ say that they are better than me, Artemis, and Felicity. I can’t wait to hear that good ol’ bravado speel. They too busy circle jerking’ each to see past their own bullsit. Scarlet inhales once more. She lets the smoke bellow in her lung before she expels it out. SCARLET FLINT: Well, when you fellows have wiped the cum off ya’ fingers, met us in the damn ring. Yall need a whole crew to intimidate bitches―the three of us do it individually when we walk through the fucking door. We gonna’ show you the true meaning of fear ; we’re show you what it death really looks like. Scarlet puffs on the Black & Mild once more as the camera goes black. “The Domineering Queen” Once the camera fades back in, we’re greeted with a large cloud of smoke more than likely left by Scarlet Flint’s Black & Mild. As the smoke starts to clear, the face of the current No Limits champion, Felicity Banks, is shown standing in front of large green screen, her usual disinterested look on her face. FELICITY BANKS: If there’s any one person on this team or in this company who knows what RIP is capable of… it’s me. The No Limits champion pulls up her hand, showing that she’s holding a remote. FELICITY BANKS: Never have I been attacked or ‘reaped’ by RIP. Never have I had any real problems with them either. However, there was once a time where I did do business with them… Felicity taps a button on the remote, the green screen turning into an early episode of Defiance where Felicity was set to leave HKW for an authority position with Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. The green screen shows Felicity standing atop the ramp, shouting directions and orders at RIP while they dismembered the remaining members of The Descent, Ashley Sullivan and Charlie Samuels. FELICITY BANKS: Feels like it was so long ago when RIP was the most feared group of people in HKW. Hell, they might’ve even been the most feared group in all of wrestling! There wasn’t a damn soul on this planet who wanted to cross the Reapers path. But, as time went on… Felicity taps the button on the remote in her hand, getting the green screen to go blank. FELICITY BANKS: The once feared and notorious biker group known as RIP became… well, a little soft to say the least. They went from riding high on their Harley’s to riding low on their Fisher-Price big wheels! Sure, Volkov captured the Lionheart championship twice, but the only real threat he had in the Lionheart division at the time was Rhys Baines. She twirls her index finger around in a circle, mouthing ‘whooptiedoo’ before she continues. FELICITY BANKS: However, the Reaper Resurrection continued. It flatlined for a bit there, but before we knew it, Lance Winters finally captured gold in HKW with the help of XAD! The Reapers were champions! The Reaper’s were dominant again! And just like that… She snaps her fingers. FELICITY BANKS: It started to look like RIP was back on the right track, but still… despite everything they managed to accomplish... RIP just wasn’t RIP anymore. Maybe it had something to do with the countless Reapers we saw come in and out of HKW regularly? Maybe the stink that Leifi and Chopz left was so bad that the Reapers as a whole suffered from their sucktitude? She shrugs her shoulders. FELICITY BANKS: Who knows? We can’t really go back in time and figure out just where RIP fell off, but what we do know is that now? RIP wants their spot back. RIP wants to be that group that instills fear in the hearts of every member on the roster one more time! She laughs sarcastically, sighing afterward while rolling her eyes. FELICITY BANKS: And with that refound fire and goal to become the most dominating group in Hard Knox again, the Reapers added a couple of new members in Odyn Davel Balou and Chance Frost. Two guys who are either just as bad, or maybe even worse than Chopz and Leifi… but still... we’re supposed fear them. We’re supposed to be scared of them. We’re supposed to view them as the threat they once were because they finally finished the job that I started and took Xavier Asher Daniels out of this company! Yaaaaaaaaaay! She claps sarcastically, dropping the remote in her hand in the process. FELICITY BANKS: Sorry, but no. I couldn’t care any less about RIP or their return to glory. I couldn’t give a singular fuck about Lance Winters and his issues with Xavier. I couldn’t give two hovering fucks about Viktor Volkov and his quest to become World Champion. And I sure as hell don’t give any fucks at all about the Reaper rejects in ODBIII and Chance Frost. The playful demeanour of the No Limits champion changes into something more serious. A scowl on her face, and her eyes squinted as she continues. FELICITY BANKS: RIP wants to be the most feared group in Hard Knox again? Well, that just sucks for them because that title already belongs to the Tag Team champions, Sine Mora. Viktor Volkov wants to show the world that he could be World champion? He has his chance to prove that when he steps in the ring and stands across from the most dominant champion that this company has ever seen, period. The same person who’s going to take the World championship away from him if he somehow manages to get by Shane Atwater at Illusions… The No Limits champion takes a step forward, her facial expression never changing one bit as she speaks. FELICITY BANKS: You guys want your spots back? Here’s your opportunity to take it. Establish your dominance by beating three of the best this company has to offer… if you can. But sadly for you? I see this ending only one way. She winks, the stone faced expression of hers turning into a slick smirk. FELICITY BANKS: Reaper’s fall… and the QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENAH’S… reign supreme. And static. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is an eight person tag team match! 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 a RIP is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish grins on their faces. Lance opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show while ODB, Chance and Volkov all make their way down the steps. As fans reach out to try and touch them, the Reapers pull their arms back and push the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade, they all take turns hopping over it, but Lance stands back, planting his foot right on the guardrail. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... THE REAPERS IN PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE! Lance laughs then hops over the barricade, then slides into the ring, joining Balou, Volkov, and Chance as they wait on their opponents. BRIAN MASON: Gotta admit... RIP has been scaring me more than usual lately. They've been... JERMAINE MARKS: Tearin' niggas apart? I know. We all know, Mase. Shit ain't nothin' new. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, it's nothing new, but they definitely turned it up a notch since the whole House of Dyspathy fiasco. Uh, what happened to them? BRIAN MASON: Lets just pretend that never happened, Randy. The Reapers get in their corner and begin stretching out, patiently waiting for the arrival of their opponents. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents... "Heeeeeeeeeeyo, here comes the danger up in this club When we get started we ain't gon' stop This is your last warning, a courtesy call" "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible as the a spotlight shines over the top of ramp. "Can you feel that...?" The soft voice of Felicity Banks echos throughout the arena as the “The Supreme” comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and the No Limits Championship strapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her and mouth, slowly pacing down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect and turns her attention to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: From Jersey City, New Jersey! She is the HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION... THE SUPREME... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! Instead of going right into the ring, Felicity puts the brakes on and pulls her blowpop out of her mouth, patiently waiting for her partners. The beginning chords of “Gravedigger” start to play. The stage and the start of the entrance ramp begin to fill up with smoke. "You are the reason we are bitter and then some" echoes through the arena. Artemis is the first to emerge from the smoke. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. Next is Scarlet; her face is hidden by the hood of her ring jacket, along with a gas mask. Methodically, the two make their way down the entrance ramp. At they reach base of the ramp, Artemis removes her hood and lets out a roar out of fury and war. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partners... Weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are the HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... SINE MORA! The tag champs stand next to Felicity, the trio now awaiting the arrival of their last minute partner and a man very familiar to the UK wrestling scene. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner… “Caught By The Fuzz” by Supergrass blasts through the P.A. system! Smoke fills the floors of the venue. Barely visible through the smoke….The former two-time SSWA Heavyweight Champion - Kickass Smurf! He busted from out of the smoke. Light shining on his vibrant blue mask as the crowd cheered him on! WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SMURFVILLE…..KICKASSSSSSSSSSS SMURF! Smurf continued to make his way down the ramp slapping fives with some of the fans before walking up the steps. Cameras briefly cut to a few of the small kids in the crowd wearing trademark Smurf masks! Smurf positioned himself next to his partners for the night! With Smurf now at ringside, the three HKW champions and the former SSWA champion slide into the ring, and do what they would usually do while in the ring. BRIAN MASON: Got a superteam one side, and bunch of sociopaths on the other. RANDY THE PILOT: Hold up. Which one’s which? Some would argue that Sine Mora and Fel are equally as nutty as RIP. And Smurf… well, he’s a smurf! JERMAINE MARKS: Word. And RIP a super team in they own right, slime. You just hate em so you won’t give em credit. BRIAN MASON: YOU DARN RIGHT I WON’T! With all eight competitors in the ring, Lance Winters immediately takes a step forward and lets his teammates know that he would be the one who start things off for the Reapers. In the opposite corner, it didn’t seem as easy as the three HKW champions and former SSWA champion debate over who would start things off for them. After a few seconds, Felicity motions for the four of them to play rock, paper, scissors, but before they could get the game started, all four of the opposing Reapers charge across the ring and bright the fight to their opponents! MAIN EVENT: EIGHT PERSON TAG MATCH Reapers in Pride vs. Felicity Banks, Sine Mora, Kickass Smurf DING! DING! DING! Chance and ODB quickly pair off with the tag team champions, taking them out of the ring to bring the fight to them away from everyone else. Back inside the ring, Lance Winters takes the fight to Kickass Smurf, flinging him into the ropes only deliver a quick snap powerslam! Over in the corner, Volkov starts driving the point of his elbow into the side of Felicity’s face, continuing this motion until the referee steps in and pulls him away. Volkov shoves the referee away and charges right back at the No Limits champion, but Felicity climbs up to the middle rope and dives toward Volkov for a diving DDT…! But Volkov catches her and flings her over to Winters who catches her in midair and delivers a spinning side slam! RANDY THE PILOT: Damn! What a move by Volkov and Lance there. Felicity immediately rolls out of the ring, but Kickass Smurf is there to charge at the two Reapers, catching them each with a single leg dropkick! Lance falls back against the ropes and stays there, but Volkov bounces off them and attempts a lariat on Smurf, only for the former SSWA Champion to duck underneath it! Volkov’s momentum causes him to continue toward the ropes, only for Smurf to launch himself at the number one contender to the World championship and take him out out of the ring with a diving shoulder block! With it now just being Smurf and Winters, Smurf turns around to bring the fight to Lance, but Lance explodes off the ropes and nearly lariats Smurf’s head off! RANDY THE PILOT: What a lariat from the Prez. BRIAN MASON: Don’t call him by his nickname. He is scum. He doesn’t deserve to be called by his nickname. JERMAINE MARKS: You keep poppin’ off with the mouth like that and Lance gon’ whoop you ass, slime. Lance looks around the ring and sees Sine Mora taking it to Chance and ODB. He immediately grabs a hold of the refeee and shows them fighting outside, getting him to slide out the ring to try and break it up. With the referee distracted, Lance points over the tag titles at ringside, telling Volkov to him one so he can smack Smurf with it! BRIAN MASON: See! See! Not even five minutes into the match and he’s already trying to cheat! Volkov laughs as he struts over toward the timekeepers area, letting the fans at ringside know just how he feels about them. Right when Volkov turns the corner, he’s greeted by a jumping high knee to the face from Felicity, knocking him back against the protective guardrail! Felicity sees Volkov’s rocked and tries to keep the attack going, but as she gets close enough, Volkov lifts her up and flips her over his shoulder! Volkov yells out “NOT TODAY!” as she goes to drive Felicity face first into the steel ring post, but Felicity slides down his back and sends Volkov crashing face first into the post instead! Volkov drops like a sack of potatoes, his head squirting out blood after being busted open the hard way. JERMAINE MARKS: Goddamn, slime! Them Russian niggas bleed like my ex on her rag. RANDY THE PILOT: … yeah, shouldn’t have ate those nachos. Lance starts pitching a fit inside the ring, yelling out to his fallen Reaper to ask him if he’s okay. The referee finally gets Sine Mora and the Reapers Hellhounds back into their respective corner, sliding back in the ring to see Kickass Smurf roll up Lance Winters with a school boy! ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Winters just barely gets his shoulder off the canvas, both he and Smurf scrambling up to their feet. They charge at one another, but Lance catches Smurf with a big boot to the face, then follows it up with a sitout scoop slam! With Smurf now immobilized, Lance takes a second to shake the cobwebs out of his head and makes the tag to Odyn Davel Balou. Balou immediately locks Smurf up in chokehold while Winters moves over to the side of the ring and helps the blood Volkov up to his feet. JERMAINE MARKS: Homie Big Vik gushing buckets, slime. The camera shoots over to Sine Mora who are seen on the apron, laughing at Volkov while encouraging Kickass Smurf on. ODB lets go of the choke and starts driving the point of his elbow into the back of Smurf’s head, stopping only to rise to his feet and bring Smurf with him. ODB goes to deliver a spinning back fist to Smurf, but Smurf ducks out of the way, springs up onto the ropes, and catches ODB with a springboard back elbow! Odyn drops right to ground, but he tries to get up, only to get a running boot to the face from Kickass Smurf! Odyn was down and seemingly lifeless, giving Smurf opening to dive across the ring and make the tag to Scarlet Flint! RANDY THE PILOT: Here comes the 0 FUX GIVEN JEZEBELLE, SCARLET FLINT! JERMAINE MARKS: Horrible nickname, slime. BRIAN MASON: I’ll allow it. Scarlet scatters right toward the grounded Balou and starts putting the boots to him. She drops down to her knees and begins clobbering Balou with repeated elbows to the face, finally pulling him up only to whip him into her team's corner. Before anything else, Scarlet put the boots to Balou’s midsection, then tagged in her co-tag team champion! Kaiser enters the ring and continues where Scarlet left off, putting the boots to ODB’s chest until he slides down to his backside! With ODB sitting now, Artemis tags in Felicity Banks, who comes into the ring and starts driving her knee repeatedly into ODB’s face, not stopping until the referee rips her away! JERMAINE MARKS: They gon’ kill this nigga, b. Felicity waits for the referee to move out of the way before she picks up some speed, and drives another knee square into Balou’s face! Proud of her work, Felicity tags Artemis back into the ring, letting her go back to beating the hell out of the former Lionheart champion. Kaiser pulls Odyn away from the turnbuckle, and immediately locks her arms around ODB’s head, spinning him around in a gator roll! After two spins, the HKW World Tag Team champion begins driving her knees into the top of Odyn’s head! She continues this until she gator rolls once again, this time nearing her corner to spread her leg out for Scarlet to make the tag. BRIAN MASON: Innovate tagging there! RANDY THE PILOT: She stuck her foot out… Scarlet storms the ring, runs off the ropes and connects with a low dropkick right to Balou’s side, bruising at least a few ribs. Kaiser leaves the ring and watches as her partner starts toying with Balou, nonchalantly kicking him in the head as he pushes himself up to his knees. Scarlet grips Odyn by his head, pulls him up, but Odyn comes out of nowhere with a huge Congo Uppercut that knocks Scarlet on her backside! Instinctively, Odyn climbs overtop of Scarlet with a half guard and elbows her in the head, but Scarlet slides out from under him and catches Odyn with an elbow of her own! Still, Odyn manages to pull himself up to his feet, but Scarlet’s right there with a European uppercut of her own! She tries to hit Odyn with a cutter, but the big man shoves her away and catches her with a discus lariat as she turns around! Seeing his opening, Odyn immediately crawls toward his corner and makes the tag to Viktor Volkov! The enraged and bloody Volkov storms the ring, pulls Scarlet up to her feet, and tosses her into her team's corner, motioning for Scarlet to tag in Felicity. VIKTOR VOLKOV: YOU WANT MAKE ME BLEED? I AM KEEL YOU NOW. COME ON. Felicity can’t help but grin at Volkov’s words, looking down at Scarlet with her arm extended for the tag! Volkov lunges right towards Felicity, but the No Limits champion slides underneath the bottom rope and between Volkov’s legs, kicking up to catch Volkov with a knife edge chop to the chest! Volkov grimaces a bit, wipes the blood from his forehead, and lunges at Felicity again, but the No Limits champion ducks underneath his arms and latches onto Volkov’s back for her crucifix driver! BRIAN MASON: FELONY II?! Felicity tries to Volkov back, but the monster from Russian uses his strength to stand on his feet, turning Felicity into a quick side slam! The No Limits champion clutches at her back, but Volkov’s right back to his feet. He reaches down to pull Felicity up, but Felicity catches him with an unexpected headbutt upwards, causing Volkov to stagger back. With Volkov groggy, Felicity pushes forward and leaps up for a hurricanrana, but Volkov holds her up and drops her down with a sitout powerbomb! He holds the position, pushing his legs down on Felicity’s arms while the referee makes the count! ONE! TWO! THR--NO! The No Limits champion gets her shoulder up just before the count of three. Volkov takes a moment to wipe the blood from his face, making sure to keep his boot pressed against Felicity’s throat as he does so. He then hunches over and pulls Felicity up to her feet, lifting her over his head and dropping her down with the gorilla press free fall drop! Volkov yells out “I AM NEXT WORLD CHAMPION!” at the top of his lungs, grabbing a handful of Felicity’s hair as he pulls her toward his corner. RANDY THE PILOT: RIP’s in total control here right now. JERMAINE MARKS: Word. Sine Mora and Smurf might need to step in here soon. BRIAN MASON: Calm yourself, peasants! My Felicity will find a way to push through this! JERMAINE MARKS: …. Nigga. She gon’ slap the taste out yo mouth if she hears you talkin’ like that. Volkov tags in Chance Frost, comes in the ring and immediately slams Felicity to the mat with a spinebuster. He doesn’t stop there, pulling her up to a vertical base, only to do it one more time! Chance takes a moment to take in the crowds boos, turning around to see his brothers in RIP giving him a standing ovation. Chance turns back around and tries to rip Felicity to her feet, but the No Limits champion pulls him down and traps her leg in between his for the small package! ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Frost kicks out! It’s a race to see who gets to their feet first, and Chance Frost wins. He waits for Felicity to stand up fully before he charges forward for a clothesline, but Felicity ducks it and catches Chance with a flying ninja-like knee square to the jaw! Chance collapses to the mat, but Felicity goes down with him, still feeling the effects from the attack by Volkov. BRIAN MASON: Fel really needs to make the tag here before Chance does! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, I think Chance is sleeping after that knee! Felicity crawls closer and closer to her corner, but Lance Winters sees this from ringside. He pulls Volkov down to the floor with him and both men scramble around the ring, ripping Sine Mora down from the apron! They try to do the same with Smurf, but Sine Mora immediately dive at the RIP members, taking them down to the floor! Sine Mora and RIP begin exchanging blows outside the ring, giving Felicity the chance to drive toward her corner and tag in Kickass Smurf! Smurf gets in the ring and immediately dashes to the opposite corner to take out Odyn Davel Balou with a boot that echoes throughout the arena! He then turns his attention to the slowly recovering Frost, but Lance Winters reaches underneath the ropes and grabs a hold of Smurf’s boot! Smurf tries to break free, but Chance comes out of nowhere and catches Smurf with a diving forearm to the face! Winters pats himself on the back on the outside, but Scarlet Flint dashes towards him and nearly takes his head off with a stiff open palm strike! Suddenly, two masked individuals leap over the protective guardrail and cover Scarlet’s head with a black velvet bag! Scarlet tries to fight out, but the two masked individuals grab one of her arms each, and drag her up the side of the entrance ramp, scattering backstage before the referee sees anything! BRIAN MASON: What the-- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHERE ARE THEY TAKING SCARLET!? RANDY THE PILOT: I have no idea! Bruh, I’m sick of these masked fools. You think that was Adonis and Kyo?! JERMAINE MARKS: Nigga, who cares? LOOK AT MY NIGGA CHANCE STILL DISTRACTING THE REFEREE! Chance Frost continues holding the referee’s attention, making sure he didn’t see Scarlet being taken away by the two masked men. However, Artemis Kaiser did see it and takes off to find her partner, leaving Smurf and Felicity alone with the rest of RIP! RANDY THE PILOT: … This ain’t good. Felicity finally pulls herself up on the apron and looks around the ring while muttering the word ‘shit’ once she realizes her partners were nowhere to be seen. She looks in the ring and sees Smurf struggling up to his feet. Not wasting any time, Felicity tries to enter the ring, but Volkov rips her off the apron and blasts her with a european uppercut. Felicity falls to a knee, but gets hit with enough adrenaline to leap up into the air and catch Volkov with her Spacejam Jumping DDT! JERMAINE MARKS: MY NIGGA. IT’S CARNAGE EVERYWHERE! Back inside the ring, Chance Frost gets back to his feet and immediately starts putting the boots to the down Smurf. Outside the ring, Lance gets up to his feet and tries to pull ODB up with him, but the fighter from Congo was out cold from the boot from Smurf. Lance shrugs his shoulders and slides inside the ring, motioning to Chance to set up for the “Reaped” maneuver RANDY THE PILOT: Good fight, but this one’s over. Chance pulls Smurf up to his feet just as Lance gets in position. Felicity tries to crawl back inside the ring, but Volkov grabs her leg to stop her! Chance sets Smurf’s head in between his legs and goes to lift until… She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry... The crowd comes unglued as Xavier Asher’s theme song echoes throughout the arena. Lance immediately turns his attention to the top of the ramp and sees his tag team partner turned bitter rival, Xavier Asher Daniels, limping toward the ring! BRIAN MASON: HE’S HERE! XAD IS HERE! RANDY THE PILOT: AND HE’S GOING RIGHT TO THE RING! XAD picks up the pace and charges down the ramp, getting Lance to leave the ring and meet Xavier on the ramp! The two began exchanging blows, neither of them backing down until Xavier grabs a hold of Lance’s head and launches him into the protective guardrail! Back inside the ring, Chance’s eyes are glued to the ramp, screaming for Lance to get back to the ring. He turns his attention to the slowly recovering ODB, motioning for him to get in the ring so they could finish the job, but Smurf comes from out of nowhere and hits his SMURFIN’ BIRD!!! Smurfs hooks both legs and watches the referee slide into position for the cover! ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! BRIAN MASON: They did it! Smurf and Felicity did it! RANDY THE PILOT: With the help of XAD! Let’s not forget that part! JERMAINE MARKS: Well, technically he WAS supposed to be in this match. Plus, Scarlet done got kidnapped. It evened out the odds. Smurf immediately crawls away from Frost, the crowd going insane as Whisper Viperi announces the winners… WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners… KICKASS SMURF, FELICITY BANKS, AND SINE MORA! Smurf gets up to his feet and throws his hands up in the air, but the celebration stops once he catches Felicity and Volkov going at it outside the ring! Smurf moves forward as if he were going to help the No Limits champion, but Odyn Davel Balou comes charging toward Smurf like a freight train and takes him out with a high impact shoulder block! Back at the top of the ramp, XAD looks ready to head down the ramp to get him some of ODB, but Lance Winters sneaks up from behind him and clips Xavier’s injured knee! XAD goes right down, writhing out in excruciating pain as Lance laughs maniacally and pulls XAD down towards the ring back by that leg! BRIAN MASON: Oh my. This doesn’t end well for someone. As Lance drags XAD to ringside, Felicity tries to fend off Volkov, but Luke Wisia comes out from the crowd and grabs a hold of Felicity’s arms! BRIAN MASON: NO! WHAT IS HE DOING?! RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, look like RIP had a plan! Luke holds Felicity back, giving Volkov the opening to lunge forward and blast Felicity with his patent Red Hammer!!! The knocked out No Limits champion falls right back into Luke’s arms, and Wisia holds her up for a second… only to drop her down to the floor himself… BRIAN MASON: Sickening. That’s his goddamn blood! With Felicity knocked out and Xavier grimacing in pain, the Reapers turn their attention to Smurf! Volkov and Wisia slide into the ring to join Chance and ODB before they start pummeling away at his down body! Lance sees this and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a pair of handcuffs before he slides inside the ring. JERMAINE MARKS: Oh hell nah. What’s this nigga thinking about?! Lance moves toward his gang and pushes them aside, then grabs a hold of Smurf’s arm and wraps one cuff around it. He pulls Smurf close to the ropes, then attaches the other cuff on the bottom rope! Lance grabs a hold of Smurf’s chin and shouts out: LANCE WINTERS: I want you to watch this, buddy. This is OUR yard! Lance pats Smurf on the head, who was still trying to gather himself. Lance grabs a hold of Chance and pulls him out of the ring, motioning for him to pull Xavier up to his feet as he walks up the ramp. Chance rips Xavier up to his feet and follows Lance up the ramp, stopping right when Lance reaches the edge, about seven feet off floor-level. BRIAN MASON: No! The man is broken already! Stop this! Smurf starts coming to just as Chance throws Xavier Lance’s way. Lance shoots Smurf a thumbs up before he lifts Xavier up for the suplex, and dives off the ramp, turning it into his patent Reaper Driver! RANDY THE PILOT: HOLY SHIT! JERMAINE MARKS: HOLY FUCK! The crowd goes silent as Xavier’s body folds up in a way it shouldn’t Smurf covering his eyes with his free hand as Lance struggles to his feet. Lance crawls back onto the ramp, grabs his backside, and shoots the rest of the Reapers a thumbs up, a demented grin on his face. Luke sees this and immediately turns his attention to Felicity, who’s still knocked out outside the ring. Luke motions for ODB ad Volkov to get Felicity, then slides out of the ring and begins ripping the table apart! BRIAN MASON: No! Stop this! You can-- Luke pushes forward and pie faces Brian Mason, knocking his headset right off of his head! Randy and Jermaine both get out of harm's way as Luke clears the table, then watches ODB and Volkov drag the lifeless Felicity his way. A demented grin forms on Luke’s face as he walks over toward the ring steps, kicks them apart, and brings the bottom part toward the announce table. He sets it directly in front of the announce table, yelling out: LUKE WISIA: BOYS… YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO! Luke leans back, falling against the apron as Volkov steps up onto the stairs, bringing Felicity up with him. Volkov looks around at the crowd as he yells out “THIS IS YOUR QUEEN, HUH?!” and sets Felicity in position. He waits for Odyn to get behind the table before he lifts Felicity up, sending her crashing through the table for a powerbomb into a neckbreaker, otherwise known as REAPED! CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! The crowd starts throwing garbage at the ring, Smurf unable to watch as Xavier and Felicity lay motionless on opposite ends of arena. The Reapers all gather up inside the ring, stand in the center, and raise their fists up high in the air as Defiance comes to a close, the camera focusing on the bodies of Xavier Asher Daniels and Felicity Banks. WINNERS: Kickass Smurf, Felicity Banks, Sine Mora via pinfall (14:32) |
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