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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]XLVII[/color]; LIVE! From the Vivint Smart Home Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah
Topic Started: Jun 20 2016, 12:56 AM (754 Views)
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Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Venue: Vivint Smart Home Arena
Network: HBO


The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLVII poster!

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Once the Defiance opening package comes to an end the scene fades into the Vivint Smart Home Arena with fireworks going off on the stage. The camera then pans around the arena until it stops on the Defiance commentary desk.

RANDY THE PILOT: The Land Of The Salt! We are here!

JACK WARREN: Oh shut the fuck up, nobody tuned in to hear you talk. They wanted to see The Man. They wanted to hear The Man on commentary. So why don’t you sit there and shut it Randy!

BRIAN MASON: Well before we can get to any of that, how about the show we got tonight? Illusions was full of carnage and…

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The crowd erupts in boos mixed with a few cheers once the Reaper in Pride theme song “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System.

BRIAN MASON: OH WHAT THE HELL?!

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 the members of the group are seen standing at the top of a stairways on opposite sides of the arena of each other looking out to the fans. They begin make to slowly make their ways down the stairs with smiles across their faces.

BRIAN MASON: What the hell are they doing out here?!

RANDY THE PILOT: To kick off the show obviously Mase.

JACK WARREN: EEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Wrong! They’re obviously here to pay respects to The Man!

On their way down the stairs the Reapers shove some fans out of their way until they make it to the barricade. Once to the barricade they all look around the arena listening to the boos of the Salt Lake City crowd. With a nod from the President of the biker club, they all hop over the barricade and enter the ring. Shelton gathers up a few microphones before joining the others in the ring. Once the music began to fade away the crowd roared with boos echoing throughout the arena.

SHELTON MONROE: SHUT IT!

The fans boo even more which annoys Shelton even more.

SHELTON MONROE: I SAID SHUT IT!

Nope. Didn’t work. The fans just booed even more. The Prez chuckles and pats Shelton on the back as he raised the microphone up to his lips.

LANCE WINTERS: Alright..ALRIGHT...ALRIGHT..Alright. That’s it. GET IT ALL out of your system.

Boos.

LANCE WINTERS: OH C’MON you pesky LITTLE BALL JUGGLING monkeys can do better than that. GET IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM.

Boos. Lance laughs.

LANCE WINTERS: Hmmm. FINE. FINE you guys just SUCK. YOU PEOPLE HAVE the audacity to BOO YOUR HOMETOWN BOY the SNOWMAN?!

He points to Chance Frost and the fans just boo with some cheers. Chance shrugs his shoulders and laughs.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU COLD HEARTED sons of bitches. HAVE YOU NO RESPECT! Nevermind DON’T ANSWER THAT. WE’RE not here FOR YOU PEOPLE anyhow.

Lance turns to look at his fellow Reapers.

LANCE WINTERS: Because can’t you see? CAN’T YOU SEE THAT THE REAPERS run this fucking YARD?!

The fans boo once more.

LANCE WINTERS: Not like WE NEVER HAVE. Or ever stopped. We run this damn yard and JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T SEE at Illusions, MY SON is now the NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP!

He points to Luke who holds up the No Limits Championship in the air as the fans boo.

LANCE WINTERS: The Red Wolf is YOUR WORLD CHAMPION!

He then points over to Volkov who holds up the World Championship. The fans boo at both Reaper champions. Lance on the other hand smiles widely.

LANCE WINTERS: The Reapers Hellhounds are well on their way onto taking back the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS...After that PRETTY GILLTERY SON OF A BITCH Xavier cost us them.

Winters groans and the fans being to chant “XAD REAPED YOU!” to Lance.

LANCE WINTERS: Oh...Oh that’s CAAAAYYYUUUUTTTTEEEE. SHUT UP! SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!

The fans continue to chant.

LANCE WINTERS: Hope you ALL GO LICK A YEAST INFECTED cunt. Bitches. NOW SHUT UP….Ahhheeemmmmm! AS I WAS SAYING.

He looks over to the newly joined Prospect Reese Spencer.

LANCE WINTERS: Can we all GIVE MADAM REAPER a round of APPLAUSE?!

The Reapers in the ring begin to clap but the fans simply just boo her.

LANCE WINTERS: JINX didn’t SEE IT COMING. Just like ALL THOSE WEAPERS in the back. They never seen it coming. THEY DIDN’T SEE THAT the Reapers we dead set on not sitting ON OUR HANDS no longer. We’ve sat idly by FOR TOO LONG. We played nice. WE PLAYED THE NICE GUY CARD. We had FUN. WE SMILED in your ugly SHREK FACES and let you FUCKS ENJOY whatever the FUCK happiness you all have been SPOILED WITH...Not no more. NOPE. Not anymore! THOSE DAYS ARE GONE.

Winters wags his finger in the air while giggling.

LANCE WINTERS: NOPE. NO MORE of these so CALLED CHAMPIONS who usually get YOUR DICK HARD just to LET YOU DOWN at the end. NOPE. No MORE OF THAT. No more of YOU BLOODY tampon POPSICLE bitches WASTING our goddamn time. DEFIANCE is ours. This IS REAPER TERRITORY. And there’s not a GODDAMN SOUL in the back that can take it from us. THERE NEVER has been.

Winters chuckles.

LANCE WINTERS: Not even YOUR PRECIOUS general MANAGER can stop us. YOU GUYS go right on ahead. YOU TRY IT. We don’t mind KNOCKING YOU RIGHT BACK DOWN on your ass. HELL WE’LL ENJOY IT as much as a kid LOVES PLAYING on the playground. I DARE YOU. I dare any one OF YOU to try and STAND IN OUR WAY.

He smirks.

LANCE WINTERS: Atwater learned his lesson. Felicity learned her lesson. Jinx learned her lesson...Xavier..Well...He had multiple lessons. HOW MANY MORE OF YOU need to be reminded that DEFIANCE IS OURS? Huh?! You come on up, weapers. BECAUSE THE REAPING CLASS...Is in session.

Lance takes a step back and as the fans boo him. With a microphone in hand, Reese Spencer steps forward. Confidence exuding from head to toe, she takes the microphone and brings it towards her face.

REESE SPENCER: Well. I guess this is going to be a night of historic proportions. In this historic time where women are dominating all aspects of life, it’s about time that the Reapers have added a female to their ranks. In fact, they did more than just add a female. The Reapers have added thee prominent female, me. When I turned my back on Jinx, I shocked the world! Now, I have joined the most dominant group in HKW history!

Once Reese finishes, she hands the microphone to Odyn Davel Balou. ODB takes a swig from the beer in his hand before he crushes the can and flings it out of the ring, not giving much of a damn if he hit anyone.

ODBIII: Mother fuckin son of bitches you people all are. See, I am allow to curse like these on the HBO because we are rate M-A. Like MA. MA-MA. But these not day to speak on MAMA’s, no. These is day to speak on fathers like ODB II who is still number two fight in Congo, only be - hiney me. ODB THREE!

Odyn chuckles, looking around the ring before he continues.

ODBIII: And in these ring you are look at all you bitches father. Even Reese is your bitches father because I am say this is true so is what makes it true. You know what else is true? The Reapers are have two of the four championship title belts Defiance is have.

Odyn points at Wisia and Volkov respectively before he turns his attention to Chance.

ODBIII: I am not so sure about you, Chance, but I am get a little jelly of this. I think is time we are to even things out and become tag team champion. This sound like no problem to me… what are you think?

Chance nods to his partner and steps up with the microphone up to his lips.

CHANCE FROST: I think so. I’ve grown so sick and tired of seeing these wanna be scary.

FANS: WHAT?!

CHANCE FROST: These wanna be tough.

FANS: WHAT?!

CHANCE FROST: These wanna be dominant.

FANS: WHAT?!

CHANCE FROST: Wanna be the best team having ass tag teams in this company. You people don’t know the toughest.

FANS: WHAT?!

CHANCE FROST: Don’t know the most dominant.

FANS: WHAT?!

CHANCE FROST: Don’t know the best goddamn tag team is right here standing before all of your miserable eyes. And hell...We can be some scary sons of bitches too. You little bitches of Sine Mora keep those titles nice and warm for us.

Chance smirks.

CHANCE FROST: Cause those babies are ours.

The fans boo but also have a few cheers for the hometown Reaper, who then passes off the microphone to the No Limits champion, Luke Wisia.

LUKE WISIA: It's my turn to talk, fuck faces.

Wisia turns to the audience with a smile on his face as he pulls the No Limits Championship off his shoulder and holds it above his head with one hand towards the jeers from the stands.

LUKE WISIA: Why all of the sad faces I see in the audience tonight? Are you assholes not happy to see your NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW NO LIMITS CHAMPEEN? Did yall really think I was gonna lose out on a third chance to capture this title? Three is my magic fuckin’ number. This ain't two years ago when Annie Zellor held this title. This ain't the reign of Colton Sterling anymore. Fran had her chance and fucked it up. And yall mighta loved seein’ this title in Fels hands, but those days are NO MORE. I DESERVE THIS SHIT, NO MATTER WHAT ANY OF YALL SAY. I'M THE STERLING SLAYER. THE FELICITY FLATLINER. THE WAR GAMES GURU. I'M EVERYTHIN’ YALL WISH YOU COULD BE, BUT YOU AIN'T!

Wisia smirks towards the crowd as they continue to rain the boos down on him, but he's still holding up the No Limits Championship with one hand.

LUKE WISIA: It was only a matter of time before I got this title after all the shit I had to go through to get here, and if you don't know my story already then you ain't worth the oxygen wasted on you to tell you. If you ain't been keepin’ up with what I've done since my return than you don't deserve to be called a fan. Yall getta see the REAPERS cement their spot in this history…. Once again. You getta see us hold the top two titles of this fuckin’ brand hold in memory of when we just had the tag team titles. All three reigns that will never be touched by anyone else. If you don't believe me, just wait.

Wisia’s face turns to stone as he's talking to the crowd, slowly lowering the No Limits Championship to his side.

LUKE WISIA: I know yall hungry to see what I'mma do with this title now that I have it, and I'mma be the first one to tell yall that you ain't gonna have to wait that long to see me in action. Not just tonight, but next Defiance when I defend this fuckin’ title like a true fightin’ champion. Yall gonna see who I decide is the number one contender to this title is soon enough and it's an ass whoopin’ that has been a long time in the waitin’. THIS DAY WAS BOUND TO COME SOONER OR LATER. Yall want a No Limits Champion that's gonna play the game smart, right? Well fuck Colton and his two hundred suck my dick day run. It was like sittin’ in your lawn and watchin’ the paint dry on the fence. WISIA WORLDWIDE DOES SHIT BIGGER THAN THAT SHOVEL FACE. So be blessed that I'm givin’ yall a title defense on the next episode and openin’ the gate for what my title reign is gonna look like. Get real comfy now, bitches.

Wisia smiles towards the crowd as they show a mixed reaction to the No Limits Championship being defended against a mystery opponent that Luke hadn't announced yet.

LUKE WISIA: But enough about me and how great the No Limits Championship is gonna be while it's in my hands… Let's talk bigger. And by bigger I mean the HKW World Championship and the rightful owner…. VIKTOR DOUBLE V VOLKOV!!!!

With a noticeable casted left hand and forearm, Viktor Volkov reaches over and is handed the microphone by Luke Wisia. The noticeable scowl on his face seemingly disappears as he nods at Wisia before peeking down at his newly won World Title, however that very same scowl returns as he begins to look out to the audience. The Red Wolf slowly saunters out in front of his Reaper compatriots and into the middle of the ring, rubbing his chin and laughing slightly as he looks back to them. After a couple of moments he raises the microphone to his mouth with one hand whilst firmly holding his belt in place on his shoulder with the other.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: You know...I have been through long journey to get here today. I have been in this company two year now. I first come here, I am with my father, you all remember this motherfucker, yes...

Viktor angrily shakes his head as he thinks about his father, on today of all days.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: This is one piece of shit nobody who did not believe in me. Did not believe in Viktor Volkov! You know this! He give me steroid behind my fucking back. I go along with EVERYTHING this motherfucker say! I trust this no good piece of shit! And he fucks me like this!

The World Champion spits angrily at the floor before speaking into the microphone once more.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: This piece of shit try to say that he help me, but this cyka blyat, he know why he do this. He do this because I tear apart family legacy, you know this? This motherfucker cannot stand when I become Reaper. He cannot stand when I become HELL RAISER. And why? He try to give me good life? Hm? He try to protect me from WHAT!? When I was little boy, when I was fucking teenager, this motherfucker do not PROTECT ME! The thing I have seen, the thing I have done in old country to get here today is thanks to ME. Is thanks to VIKTOR VOLKOV. Is thanks to RED WOLF. So I come here and Lance see me fight one or two time against these motherfucker. This bullshit Lionheart shit fighters. He say he could use bad motherfucker like Viktor Volkov so I take up the cut. I put this shit on. I wear with motherfucking PRIDE because NOBODY but US know what mean to WEAR this fucking shit. Nobody know what mean to be REAPERS IN PRIDE but US.

Volkov points at all of the Reapers in the ring with the microphone before turning back to face the audience.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Is special thing. Is very special thing, and people look down on this. People judge us for this. I say FUCK THEM. I Red Hammer them until not even they are own mother can identify their face, you know this? With my bare motherfucking hands. So things they happen, way they happen - sometime this thing not go our way. So like Prez say, we stay quiet, we stay in the fucking shadow...we let you people do what you people want do. We let you cheer for these other motherfuckers. We wait. Patient, very patient. We let you cheer for us. Because somewhere along this way, you forget.

A slow, sinister grin begins to form on the Russian’s face as he begins to walk back and forth.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: You people become to love us so much that you forget who the fuck we are. And what the fuck we do. We are not the one for you to cheer. When you see us, you do not come to us, and say hello. You run. Motherfucker, you run. SO WE HAD TO FUCKING REMIND YOU. Illusions, look what happen. My brother Luke take Felicity title and her health. And Viktor Volkov, show you what happen to people who don’t run.

He stops in his tracks, nodding slowly to himself as he reminisces on his championship victory.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Shane Atwater, he did not run from me. He stay to fight...fight like true man. But man is nothing when the wolf come to hunt the weak prey. You see what happen, time and time again. Shane Atwater try to stop Viktor Volkov, but he fail. He break my fucking hand, but this does not stop me. Nothing can stop the motherfucking Red Wolf. I take YEARS from this man Shane Atwater. Concussion, every single motherfucking time. Is no joke. His brain, this TRAUMA I have given to this man...when he is only 40 year old he need someone to help him wipe his fucking ass. And if not for fucking rules, I kill this man on the fucking spot. Because when Viktor Volkov come to take, you do not stand in his fucking way. When the Reapers In Pride come to take, you do not stand in their way. You will all understand this now...yes.

Ripping his title belt away from his shoulder, Volkov walks over to the ropes and leans over them, holding out his World Championship.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: NOW VOLKOV IS WORLD CHAMPION! NOBODY STAND IN MY WAY! NOBODY SAFE!

The big Russian snarls down the entrance way as he continues to bark.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: WHOEVER WANT TO TAKE THIS CHAMPION FROM ME YOU COME, YOU TRY TO KILL THE WOLF AND YOU SEE WHAT FUCKING HAPPEN! THE WOLF WEAR NECKLACE OF YOUR FUCKING BONES!

Breathing heavily, Volkov returns to the center of the ring, his voice a lot calmer now as he speaks.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: This is how this is now. Defiance...HKW. This is Reaper territory. Whoever God you worship...start pray to them.

The World Champion stares out at the audience, a stern and stoic look in his eyes as he drops the microphone to the floor. Viktor Volkov turns to his fellow Reapers as the camera goes back to the commentary table.

BRIAN MASON: That...was harrowing.

Mason turns to his commentary partners, who for the first time possibly ever is rendered speechless before the show goes elsewhere.

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The scene opened up backstage, showing Xavier Asher Daniels backstage in his locker room, watching a monitor intently. Coming off of his win against Lance Winters at Illusions, the former Tag Team Champion looked much better than he had in months. Perhaps it was getting some measure of revenge against his former tag partner who left him for dead, or him actually trying to clean up his personal life following his injury, but for the first time in a long time, Daniels looked more like the man who walked into HKW years ago.

Continuing to watch the monitor, XAD winced as he backed up a little from it. The sound of something crashing echoed through the room as XAD's eyes widened a little. There was no telling what he was watching, but whatever it was had his full, undivided attention.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: My God...

He bit at his lip a little, looking a little apprehensive as he continued to look on.

XAVIER ASHER DANIELS: Could my body even hold up for it...?

He gave a frustrated sigh, running his hands through his long hair as he continued watching. Whatever it was on the screen, it looked as though it had Daniels torn about something. What could it be that caused The man in the Purple and Gold to be in self doubt about his own health going in? Just as he looked to be settling down and continuing to watch, a loud knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts.

STAGE HAND: Daniels, your match is up next!

Daniels looked up at the door, then back at the television for a brief moment before giving a soft sigh as he stood up. Picking up his jacket and guitar, the former Tag Team Champion took one last look at the television, before walking out the door and leaving the locker room. After a few moments of silence, the camera slowly panned around to show what it that Daniels was watching that seemingly had him in deep contemplation: It was highlights of last year's Chamber Match.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your opening match of the evening and it is set for one fall!

The lights in the arena shut off completely as the mini titantron turns on and shows violent ocean waves. The ramp lights up with different shades of blue as Where the hood at by DMX plays through the speakers. Once the song kicks in the pyro goes off and the arena lights turn on and flicker wildly to go along with the tune.

The fans in attendance stand up in and begin to shower Shark with mixed reactions as he jumps out of the curtains. James Shark walks down the ramp in extreme confidence, his head up high and a cocky grin glued to his face. As he nears the ring he looks around at the crowd and motions for a female to flash. It doesn't take long for one attention whore to do so and the camera captures every bit of it as faces of James Shark smiling are used to censor the titties. James takes off his shirt and tosses it at the woman who then proceeds to smell his shirt looking in love.

Shark runs the rest of the way down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring. Once in the ring he's in there like he owns it, giving orders to both the ring announcer and the referee before jumping up onto one of the turnbuckles. He breathes in the electric energy of the crowd and raises his hands up slowly. He nods his head and begins to talk some smack, the broadcast isn't able to pick up what he's saying but it's pretty easy to read his lips.

WHISPER VIPERI: LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN, BOOYS N GIIIRLS, WELLLCOMEEE TO THE JAAAAMES SHAAARK SHOW!! Here's your host, from the mean streets of Brooklyn New York... standing at six feet tall and weighing in a one hundred and ninety pounds! Heeeeeeeeeere's Sharky!!!!!!

He jumps off of the turnbuckle and leans against it in the corner, listening to his music - looking relaxed and treating this like just another day.

JACK WARREN: Now here’s a guy who’s been nothing short of impressive since his debut! He beat a former Hybrid champion in Jinzai! He beat another champion that I can’t remember the name of! He was in the match of the midyear! AND BEST OF ALL?! HE GOT BRAD KANE FIRED!!!

BRIAN MASON: I think you’re the only one who’s happy about that, Jack. That was truly a disgusting act by James Shark at Illusions.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye, but you can’t deny that Shark def. been a player so far, Brian. Dude’s on fire, and if he can pull off the W against XAD tonight? It’s gotta put him in title contention.

Shark walks up toward Whisper and gestures for her to hurry up with the next introduction, telling her that HIS time was money.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…

The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage.

Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song.

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry


He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isleway.

WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Xavier got a little bit of his swag back!

JACK WARREN: Never say swag again, Mason. Just don’t.

RANDY THE PILOT: After putting Lance away, it’s no surprise he’s out here dancing again. I’m hopin’ this dude keeps his momentum going, bruh. Dudes deserves it.

JACK WARREN: I’m hoping he doesn’t come out here wrestling on drugs again. You realize my LIFE was on the line every time I stepped in the ring with him?

BRIAN MASON: I believe he’s over that and you can tell! XAD’s enjoying himself right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t look like Shark’s enjoying XAD’s presence though.

The camera transitions over to James Shark, an expressionless look on his face as he stares at Xavier. You can read Shark’s lips mumbling ‘what the fuck are you’ towards his opponent, while XAD stretches out his limbs in the corner and gets ready for the match.

MATCH ONE: SINGLES MATCH
James Shark vs. Xavier Asher Daniels

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Before the referee can signal for the opening bell, James Shark grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him back. Shark gestures for Xavier to come toward him, looking him up and down as the flamboyant XAD walks forward. Once XAD gets within arms reach, Shark takes one long, hard look at Xavier, the clueless look his face turning into a sarcastic grin.

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t know what Shark’s smirking about, bruh.

JACK WARREN: Look at what’s standing in front of him. It’s Boy George sprinkled with a little Pinky the pimp.

Not even a second later, Shark begins laughing hysterically as he points at XAD with one hand and slaps his knee with the other. XAD stands puzzled, looking over at the referee as if he was questioning when he’d call for the opening bell. Before that, Shark tells the referee that he’s “not committing a hate crime” tonight, and proceeds to exit the ring much to the crowd's displeasure!

BRIAN MASON: What the? Where’s Shark going?

JACK WARREN: Did you not pay attention to what he said to the referee? He’s not committing a hate crime!

BRIAN MASON: Sounds like a dang excuse if you ask me! And you call that impressive?! That’s impressive?!

JACK WARREN: Hell yeah!

Shark ignores the crowds boos while Xavier stands in the ring with the referee. The referee looks over at Xavier and shrugs his shoulders before he moves toward the ropes and informs Whisper of his decision.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ummm, okay. Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this match as a result of a forfeit… XAVIER ASHER DANIELS!

The crowd gives Xavier a huge ovation, showing that they were still behind the HKW original. Shark continues up the entrance ramp, letting everyone know that he was doing Xavier a favor and that he had “better things to do” than beating up on a transsexual.

BRIAN MASON: What a bunch of baloney! Shark knows Xavier would beat him and that’s why he’s leaving!

JACK WARREN: You would see it that way. The reality is, with all the shit going on in the real world, Shark doesn’t feel like having the media on him for beating up a potential transvestite. It’s bad publicity.

Shark disappears backstage while XAD remains in the ring, staring up at the entrance ramp with a disgusted look on his face as Defiance cuts to an ad break.

WINNER: Xavier Asher Daniels via forfeit (0:00)
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Cameras cut to the parking lot of the arena where we see HKW Owner, Brandon Banks puffing away on a Newport cigarette. He’s wearing khaki shorts, some random Jordans, and a t-shirt that reads ‘The Better Banks’ on it, looking as if he were either in deep thought or just incredibly stoned.

Banks flicks his cigarette out into the street, then hunches over to pick up the gold Golden Opportunity briefcase that he stole from Felicity at Illusions.

BRANDON BANKS: Bruh, I might as well just use this thing. Would breathe some life back into this brand, honestly.

He says, staring down at the briefcase in his grasp. He cocks his head to the side, the idea of becoming HKW World champion playing over in his head until he looks up and just blurts out:

BRANDON BANKS: Nah.

Banks tucks the briefcase underneath his arm and walks straight into the arena. The first thing he sees? An empty hallway with absolutely no one around. This frustrates the HKW owner as he slides his fingers through his hair, his cheeks turning a soft shade of red.

BRANDON BANKS: Pathetic. Gone are the days where wrestlers stood outside their locker rooms and picked fights. Now these softies who run around calling themselves “athletes” sit in their locker rooms and tweet before and after they matches. Shits sad, bruh. Wish I owned a company when this business was actually - you know - wrestling. Now it’s like a school for ninjas not dumb enough to ride the short bus, but not smart enough to get a real job.

As he starts walking down the hallway, the HKW owner makes sure to kick the door of every talent with a locker room while screaming out:

BRANDON BANKS: YOU’RE A GODDAMN WRESTLER. GET THE HELL OUT YOUR LOCKER ROOM AND OFF YOUR PHONE AND DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB! BUILD ANTICIPATION FOR YOUR MATCH! TELL ELI ZAYN OR LOLA WHY YOU SHOULD BE NEXT IN LINE FOR A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! DO SOMETHING YOU BRICKS!

He kicks one last door, but this one flies open to reveal an occupied Sofia King opening boxes labeled Las Mariposas, more than likely those boxes belong to her and soon to debut partner Lyza Reyes for the highly talked about Tag Team Tournament over on Subversion.

The same anticipated tournament that can and will underline the fact that this type of wrestling is still going strong in the industry today! Plug!

BRANDON BANKS: Damn, Sofia. Didn’t know this was your locker room, bruh. Would’ve just walked right by this one if I knew because you one of the few non-bricks back here.

Banks looks down the hall, checking to see if anyone else poked their heads out of their locker room door while Sofia holds her hand up in order to plant a kiss on the HKW Interbrand Gold Ring sitting on her finger.

SOFIA KING: MUAH!...

King yells out as she admires the piece of jewlery responsible for her being able to do whatever she wants theoretically by appearing on both brands.

SOFIA KING: No hay nada…. Ugh. Keep forgetting these freaking gringos only know their English. Can't there be a way to change the language requirements of the company? Like doble erre-on-floor-laughing! I don't get how America thinks this choppy language is worth keeping.

She thinks to herself.

SOFIA KING: OH! Brannybancos my mind drifted off. It really doesn't matter to me what you do to these freaking nobodies. Not tonight any freaking way. After all, with Felicity Anne Banks gone the only person in this FREAKING place that's worth a damn is ME. And I'm forced to team with that SLUG. That babosita.

The Ring Holder says, becoming more disgusted with Defiance by the second.

SOFIA KING: That PEN-DE-JO. Aries Armadaist. These people NEED to start realizing that they're wasting me with these cans. So no Brannybancos you can blow this place up with everyone in it….I’d go to IHOP the very next day for a god forsaken happy face pancake! Extra syrup!

Sofia motions pouring syrup all over the ground.

SOFIA KING: My question for you, Brannybancos, comes in two parts. Number one: why did you do what you did to Felicity Anne Banks?

She asks the founder of Hard Knox Wrestling.

SOFIA KING: Do you not understand that this can have long lasting effects on your relationship with her. Long after you two are out of this business? She might never forgive you Brannybancos. Never.

Sofia points towards the World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase - in Sofia’s mind the prospect of winning a World Title in a promotion universally recognized as one of the best is still eating away at Brandon. So she personally assumes that's one of the reasons he attacked Felicity.

SOFIA KING: Is it worth it?

Sofia questions the PDW legend.

BRANDON BANKS: You kidding me right now?

Banks answers bluntly.

BRANDON BANKS: I really don’t need to be answerin’ these questions right now, but I got time later in that ring where I’ma let everything be known. But let me make one thing perfectly clear, Sofia. My reasons?

The HKW owner shakes his head from side to side.

BRANDON BANKS: They’re not all that obvious. Shit got nothin’ to do with titles or jealousy or nothin’ like that. It got to do with me breakin’ my back for not only Fel, but every single god damn person in my family. You’ll know exactly what this feels like the day Selena starts treating you like a ‘peasant’ instead of family. Trust me…

Banks nods, taking a step back from Sofia’s locker room door.

BRANDON BANKS: It’s gonna happen one day, Sofia… so now? You should really pay close attention to what I’m doin’ so you know what to do and what not to do the day you become nothing more than a meal ticket.

Banks moves the briefcase out from one arm and underneath the over, his eyes still locked on Sofia.

BRANDON BANKS: Is it worth it, though?

He shrugs, taking one small step backwards.

BRANDON BANKS: I guess I’ll know soon enough.

Sofia ponders the scenario where her brother Sergio and sister Selena see her nothing more as a check with extra zeros on the back.

SOFIA KING: Selena wouldn't do that osito..

The Ring Holder says in possibly in possibly the most serious tone Banks had ever heard her speak in.

BRANDON BANKS: Yeah, you keep thinkin’ that, bruh. That’s why she distraught that she didn’t beat you in the Juniors jawn. Tellin’ you bruh. Once the day comes where people say she surpassed everything you done in half the time, you gon’ feel some kinda way.

Brandon said.

SOFIA KING: Pero…. Bueno, I'll be in MY skybox watching. I need help seeing what you see, because from my perspective it's still foggy Branny. For the past few months Felicity Anne Banks has told me that she's worried about you for some reason.

Sofia says with full disclosure to the information she had about the situation.

SOFIA KING: She never said why, pero ella estado preocupada por ti papito. Oigame. She sounded more like a worried sister on the phone than a traitor.

Sofia reaches behind the door pulling out a microphone with the HKW logo plastered on the side. She tosses it to Brandon fastball style!

SOFIA KING: Go ahead. Get out there. I need to understand how a family so tight can fall apart like a bunch of bricks so quickly.

Brandon catches the microphone - the instrument that will help him shed light on the situation that’s been on the tip of every wrestling fan who watches HKW’s tongue ever since the shocking betrayal took place. Instead of talking, Brandon glares down at the microphone and begins thinking over Sofia’s words.

BRANDON BANKS: A family so tight… right.

Never looking back up, Brandon spins around and walks down the hallway, tucking the microphone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans before Defiance transitions to another part of the arena.

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Eli Zayn is seen talking to members of the production crew until somebody gets his attention to say they are on the air now.

ELI ZAYN: Sorry about that folks. I have a special guest at this time so allow me to welcome in Ashley Chase.

We hear a nice ovation from the crowd in the arena as Ashley walks into frame with her big smile on display.

ELI ZAYN: Before we start i need to ask how your cousin Mercedes is doing after what must have been a horrible experience for her.

Ashley rolls her eyes at Eli.

ASHLEY CHASE: What do you think Eli? She was taken by that freak Reyn and now has many months, maybe years of therapy. She is doing the best she can considering, but I doubt she will truly ever be the same again.

Crowd boos at the mere mention of Alex Reyn

ELI ZAYN: Well, I think I speak for most of us when I say I hope she gets through the trauma. Now onto tonight! You don’t have a match tonight but I hear you are here for a reason. What might that be?

ASHLEY CHASE: Well i may not have a match but as you said I am here for a reason and that is to give some moral support to my Ashes 2 Ashes partner Ashley Sullivan for her big match against the equally talented Salem Cartier. Should be a hell of a match and I definitely wanted to see it live right here in SALT LAKE CITY!!!!

The cheap pop works as the crowd roars its approval at the mention of their city by Ashley Chase.

ELI ZAYN: As many know you are friends as well with Felicity Banks so …

Before Eli can finish his question they are interrupted.

???: This is excruciating.

The camera pans out just enough to reveal a woman standing to Eli’s side, next to a man donning an all black, featureless mask. The woman is dressed in tight, black jeans with a black shirt that has a blood splatter pattern on it, while the man to her side is covered fully in black. Eli recognizes the woman.

ELI ZAYN: Oh, uhh, hello there. You must be Raven Apollyon, one of HKW’s newest signees.

Raven glances at Eli briefly.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Shut up.

She quickly turns her attention to Ashley.

RAVEN APOLLYON: You - what is this? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. This is what wrestling has become, is it? A bunch of kiss asses sucking up to everyone so they can become popular and maybe, just maybe, get a pity shot at glory. We’re here in SALT LAKE CITY, right? How amazing!

Raven rolls her eyes.

RAVEN APOLLYON: It’s shit like that, pandering to those fools out there, that really, truly makes my stomach turn. And, despite not being on the card tonight, you’re here to provide moral support for your friend against someone else who you respect. Jesus fucking Christ, where’s the attitude? This is the wrestling industry. We get paid to fuck each other up. We don’t get paid to make friends and be nice and sweet and kind and holy fuck somebody shoot me. There are far too many yous in this business and not nearly enough mes. Notice how I said mes. I didn’t use anyone other than myself as an example of what this business should be about because I’m not gonna kiss anybody’s ass.

ELI ZAYN: We were kind of in the middle of somethi--

RAVEN APOLLYON: Did I not tell you to shut up?

She looks over at the masked man, standing silently by her side.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Idiots. They’re all fucking idiots.

The newly signed HKW wrestler looks back at Ashley.

RAVEN APOLLYON: You need to grow some balls. You’re here to fight, so fight. Don’t stand back here telling this dumbass that you’re providing “moral support” because you didn’t get a match on the card. Make an impression. Nobody’s gonna watch this show and, at the end, think “holy shit, that girl who shouted the name of the city was fucking awesome, let’s see more of her!” Be a wrestler, not a pussy.

Ashley clenches her teeth as she listens to Raven babble on about how wrestlers should be and shouldn’t be. Finally Ashley had enough

ASHLEY CHASE: For the love of God woman. Will you just SHUT UP already? Jesus you come out here and interrupt my time to tell me what? That you don’t like me? That I should be a uncaring bitch and just go around bloodying people up?

Eli tugs at his collar looking concerned

ASHLEY CHASE: Hell if that is what you want then I am more then happy to oblige you right here, right now! We don't need a ring or a referee!! Just because I am here to support my tag partner doesn’t mean I am not ready, willing and able to beat your ass at the drop of a hat. I went through hell against Alex Reyn so I damn sure am not afraid to go through hell again!!

Ashley and Raven are now nose to nose with each other as Eli starts frantically waving for security to come over to him. A slither of a smile comes across Raven’s face before she chuckles lightly.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Pretending to be a badass is a lot more fun than pretending to be nice, isn’t it?

As the security finally makes it to them, Raven turns and, almost gleefully, skips away, with the masked man following her, leaving an upset and angry Ashley behind.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!

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!

A Cut Above, plays, leading to William Alexander Andrews coming out from the back with an unzipped, zip-up hoody. He pauses at the top of the walkway and looks around. William takes a deep breath, exhales and nods his head before walking to the ring. As he approaches the ring, he runs parallel to the ring, jumps and slides on his knee along the apron. He holds onto the middle rope with one hand and with the other, holds up his thumb, index, middle, and pinky fingers, showing the back of his hand to the camera.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Dallas, TX, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Soverign of Submission and the only fourth generation wrestler, William Alexander Annnnnndrews!

He enters the run over the middle rope and bounces around, keeping warm while waiting for the bell.

BRIAN MASON: The first and only official HKW call up from RISE is making his debut against the infamous John Blade! How do you see this one playing out?

RANDY THE PILOT: BIG JOHN MATCH FOR THE WIN!

JACK WARREN: I'm not answering that question, nor am I playing into this ridiculousness. If that son of a bitch Blade wins this match, HKW needs to get rid of RISE.

MATCH TWO: SINGLES MATCH
John Blade vs. William Alexander Andrews

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!


Both men stand in the center of the ring and lock up collar and elbow. Blade gains the upper hand easily as he has the clear strength over the fourth generation wrestler and sends his opponent falling flat on his back. Feeling proud and confident about the show of strength, Blade flexes his pec muscles before waving and waiting for Andrews to get back up to his feet. Andrews looks to be seething angrily as he gets up quickly and both men look to lock up with a grapple again. Andrews had no intention of going strength for strength with Blade this time though as he doubles the man over with a kick to the stomach to double him over, taking him over with a snap suplex immediately after. With Blade down, Andrews quickly floats over to cover his chest for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!!

Blade kicks out!!

BRIAN MASON: Andrews knows he can’t go blow for blow with Blade. He’s playing to his own strengths now. Smart.

RANDY THE PILOT: Were you expecting him to intentionally be stupid?

With his opponent rejecting his attempt at the pin, Andrews does not give him the chance to get up but quickly hooks him into his Cowboy Collar, twisting the stronger man’s upper body. The referee checks with Blade, asking if he wants to submit and give up but he shakes him off, angling his body to reach for the ropes with his legs. He gets close, within inches of the bottom rope but Andrews’ ring awareness comes into play reminds him he needs to keep Blade in the middle of the ring or he will have to break the hold.

BRIAN MASON: Got to give Blade credit. Guy’s got a lot of heart.

Blade raises a fist in the air, pumping it as he works at getting some adrenaline flowing. The crowd around ringside starts to come alive and cheers on the fan favorite, rooting for him, growing in volume as he starts to get to his feet, overpowering Andrews as he still keeps a tight hold, maintaining it without giving an inch until Blade pushing him against the ropes and pushes him to the other side of the ring. Andrews comes running back at full speed to take a forceful blow from Blade’s shoulder hitting his chest as he leaps out him with a shoulder block. Andrews rolls back up quickly but Blade is already pouncing on him again with yet another shoulder block. Looking down at his opponent, Blade waves a hand in his face before shaking his fist in an up and down motion and brings it down onto the man’s forehead as he falls.

BRIAN MASON: What the hell are they doing out here?

RANDY THE PILOT:: Crappy reception in the back?

JACK WARREN: Is them being out here some kind of problem? They work here too. If Blade lets them standing there doing nothing distract him his dumb ass deserves to lose.

Away from the action, up by the entrance, the Jobbero Bros have come out to get a personal view of the match for themselves. Talking amongst themselves, Blade takes notice of them but does not let their presence distract him as he quickly refocuses on the match. Picking Andrews up to his feet, Blade grabs him for a suplex and hooks a leg, taking him over with a fisherman suplex and holds him there with the leg still hooked for the pinfall.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Andrews gets a shoulder up just in time!

The crowd lets out a yell of surprise as the referees hand was only a hair above the mat before Andrews kicked out with barely any time to spare. Shocked himself, Blade holds up three fingers as he tries to plead his case with the referee that it was a three count but the official keeps his stance that it was only two. Shaking his head, Blade regroups and goes back to Andrews, getting him back up to his feet and lifts the man onto his shoulder. The crowd comes alive for him again as he looks to be going for his Blade Breaker. He tosses Andrews off but he lands on his feet, turns quickly and wraps an arm around Blade’s neck before dropping him down with the Dallas Dagger.

Blade’s head driven directly into the mat, he is looking up at the arena’s ceiling and obviously seeing stars, barely aware of Andrews grabbing his legs. He tries to fight him off but the DDT has taken too much out of him to be very effective, unable to stop Andrews from twisting his legs and turning him over, pulling him back to sit into the Cowboy Cloverleaf. Blade screams in pain, reaching valiantly for the ropes but he is nowhere near being able to reach them to make Andrews break the hold, positioned directly in the center of the ring. It’s with angry pounding that his slams his hand into the mat and tells the referee that he gives up!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by submission… William Alexander Annnnnndrews!

Andrews doesn’t immediately release the hold though, keeping it still on the man for a couple seconds before letting go, accepting the referee’s attempts to raise his hand in victory.

BRIAN MASON: First Illusions and now a clear victory over the big star in John Blade, this new guy is off to a hell of a start.

JACK WARREN: Awwww, there goes Blade’s dreams of going to Divine Supremacy for a World title shot. OK, I couldn’t say that with a straight face.

Andrews lets the referee hold his arm up in the air for a few seconds before he rips it away and stares down at the fallen Big John Match. Andrews wipes the sweat from his forehead and flicks it down at Blade before he exits the ring, ignoring the fans jeers as he walks up the entrance ramp after an impressive victory.

WINNER: William Alexander Andrews via submission (5:11)
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Red Flag starts playing as fans start to cheer. From the back comes the NEW Bloodlust champion Brian Stryker, smiling ear to ear, the bloodlust title draped across his shoulder proudly.

RANDY THE PILOT: Well SOMEONE appears to be in a good mood.

BRIAN MASON: He has every right to be. Illusions was probably Stryker’s biggest win in HKW, Maybe even a top win in his entire career.

JACK WARREN: If that’s the case he needs to seriously reconsider his “career”.

Brian steps into the ring and takes a microphone before standing in the center of the ring. He looks down at his title before raising the microphone to his mouth.

BRIAN STRYKER: A few weeks ago at Illusions, I finally did what I set out to do. I beat Ashley Sullivan to become the new Bloodlust champion!

Some fans cheer for Brian, some fans cheer for the mention of Ashley.

BRIAN STRYKER: That match was brutal. Almost as brutal as War Ready. Add in the psycho bitch that is Nicole Hamilton trying to fucking stab me, you had a cocktail of anarchy in this ring. But in the end only one person was left standing and that person was me. I left Nicole a broken mess of wood and barbed wire right in the ring.

Stryker then points over at the stage.

BRIAN STRYKER: And I left Ashley under all those monitors off stage. Now people said what I did was a bit overkill to Ashley. Well I highly doubt people would have said the same if I was the one left broken under that equipement. In the end, I realized that when it comes to Bloodlust, respect doesn’t matter to shit. All the respect in the world goes out the window the moment this title is put on the line.

I learned that at War Ready in the Barbed Wire Massacre when I fell off that ladder into the deadly wire itself and nearly broke my leg completely. I realized that the next time I faced Ashley Sullivan, I had to be ready to put her out of action indefinitely if I was to win.

Now, I am the top dog in this division. Anyone looking to make a name in Bloodlust has to go through me! And when I say any fool who does try me will get hurt, that will be an understatement. What happened to Nicole and Sullivan will be child’s play to what I will do to you.

Just as Stryker finishes his thought, “Crash” by Fit For Rivals begins to play and the former Bloodlust Champion walks out through the entrance. Standing on the stage for a moment, Sullivan looks in the ring at Stryker before she walks down and slides in under the ropes. Stryker stares down with her for moment.

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Stryker is about to get a little visit from the now former champion!

RANDY THE PILOT: How the hell is she still walking anyway?

Staring face-to-face, champion and former champion stand inches from each other before the latter takes the microphone from Stryker’s hand.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Was that all you had to throw at me? It’ll take a lot more more than that to keep me down for long. You see, I just caught you in a bit of a fib there. That part about being the only one left standing? I call BS. I actually did get out from under that mess and was doing my damndest to get back to defending MY title. You just sent that psycho to the hell she belongs before I could.

Ashley backs away from her former challenger and looks away to think for a moment before turning back to him.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: But you know what, you ARE right about one thing. You’re the Bloodlust Champion. The only question is, am I going to take it back from your cold hands if I have to. The answer is… no. I made the Bloodlust division what it is now. It’s not the belt that opens up to start a show anymore, it’s not the piss break match. And that’s because of me and what I made that belt mean. I was the Bloodlust title and it was me. And you see, that’s where the problem is. Looking back on my career years from now, I don’t want it to be the ONLY thing I’ll be remembered for. I don’t want it to completely define my time in the ring. So no, you can relax and not worry about me wanting a rematch for my belt. I see you had the sense to wear dark pants though just in case. What you’re standing on right now… figuratively speaking… is the foundation of what I built. The rest is up to you to work on. The future of the Bloodlust division is in your hands now. But Brian, I only have one thing I need to say directly to you…

Ashley gets back inches from his face now as she stares intently into his eyes.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: DON’T FUCK THIS UP!

Ashley stares at him for another second before nodding her head and slams the microphone against his chest for him to take. Walking off without another word, Sullivan exits the ring to leave the ring to the new Bloodlust champion. Stryker just smirks as he holds up the title and mouths the words, “I won’t”.

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A voice speaks from a darkened forest.

ALEX REYN: The rules of combat are simple in my eyes.

Images of Sho Kojima's battle flash upon the screen

ALEX REYN: The greater warrior earns victory through all tools available to him. He is not weakened by mercy, nor fear..

The battle begins to reach it's violent climax.

ALEX REYN: However, victory must be earnt from your OWN merits, under your OWN strength. The man who accepts the charity of others is nothing more than a pathetic scavenger feeding of the scraps.

We see the end of te match, Kojima getting assistance from James Sharks interference.

ALEX REYN: You should have accepted your loss Kojima. You should have bowed your head and admitted that YOU were the weaker man, that YOU were the one who needed help. Who needed charity. But since you don't have the courage to face the penalty for your weakness, then it falls to the East Wind, to bring that judgement upon you.

The screen goes black.

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The scene fades back into the arena at ringside where Whisper Viperi stood in the ring ready to announce the next match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the match is a Singles Match set for one fall!

Cheap pop.

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: Introducing 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 opponent.

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 Tokyo, 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 crowd's 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.

The ref checks to see if both men were ready. He then calls for the bell to start the match.

MATCH THREE: SINGLES MATCH
Alex Reyn vs.Sho Kojima

DING!!! DING!! DING!!!


As the bell rings, Sho stands in the middle of the ring, arms loosely by his side as he gives a relaxed smirk to Alex who circles like a shark. Suddenly Alex gives a smirk of his own and turns his back to Sho Kojima, casually dismissing his opponent as he climbs out the ring. A look of rage flashes on Kojima's face and he rushes at Alex, who suddenly drops low and pulls on the ropes, sending Kojima falling to the outside floor

Sho gets to his feet with a growl and turns to glare at Alex Reyn who is now lounging in the opposite corner of the ring. Sitting down with his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. A furious Sho Kojima charges back into the ring, rushing at Alex to attack him wi-

ALEX EXPLODES OUT THE CORNER WITH A SPEAR!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: Where the hell did that come from?!

BRIAN MASON: I don’t know but that was a huge spear from Reyn.

JACK WARREN: I could've done it better, to be honest.

The move almost doubles Kojima in half but instead of following up on the move, Alex merely circles again as Sho clutches his abdomen, coughing and wheezing in pain. Slowly Sho gets to his feet, still a bit unsteady from that spear.

Sudden Roundhouse from Sho-!

No!

Alex grabs the leg, inches from his temple. Holding it as he fixes his opponent with a look of absolute contempt. Sho tries to hit an enzuigiri, but Alex only has to shove the leg he's holding, and Sho topples unceremoniously onto the mat. Rolling to his feet, Sho slaps the mat in frustration, enraged at being treated like a toy. He charges at Reyn, going low for a double-leg takedown. But Reyn sidesteps him with ease. Sho comes in again, this time going for a C&E tie-up. But it works about as well as when Spencer tried it as Reyn blasts him with a hard palm-strike! Then, a knee SLAMS into Sho's gut, forcing the air from his lungs. His vision blurs from pain as he looks up at Reyn who callously smacks him to the floor with a backhanded slap!

BRIAN MASON: Alex has taken complete control of this match guys. This isn’t like Sho.

JACK WARREN: Truth is, Sho Kojima ain’t shit Mase. Didn’t you get the memo?

RANDY THE PILOT: What memo?

JACK WARREN: The Man Memo!

ALEX REYN: If, at anytime you would like to actually start fighting back, that would be lovely. I'd like to feel that I'm not COMPLETELY wasting my time here. Even if you are an absolute sham.

Sho screams and rushes at Alex, attacking him with a duo of punches that Reyn parrys before knocking Sho back with jabs of his own. Sho goes at him a second time, but all Reyn has to do is sidestep and Kojima misses the mark. A sudden kick to Sho’s backside sends the man sprawling forward as he turns back to glare furiously at Alex Reyn

ALEX REYN: It seems I AM wasting my time. But then again, how else would one describe a man like you? You came into this company full of promises of "restoring honour and virtue". Of course that turned into a hollow lie, a desperate plea for attention and an excuse to justify your infantile scramble for whatever measly scrap of glory you could find, like the pathetic child you are.

Sho is on Alex in second!! Unleashing a blistering offenses of punches, hooks, uppercuts and jabs.Not a single one hits it's mark.

ALEX REYN: Of course, you couldn't even get THAT right. you haven't done a SINGLE thing worth talking about since you got here.

Alex doesn't even look like he's trying. His hands are clasped at rest behind his back as he effortless evades the blows with a few simple shifts in movement. Suddenly, one of his hands lashes out, catching Kojima's wrist! But Kojima reverses the grip and-
SHO KOJIMA: GET OVER HERE-!!


Short Arm Clothesline!



No!



Alex with a jumping knee!! Sho doesn’t even have time to reel back as Reyn jumps up again and brings Kojima down with a hurricanrana! Clutching his now aching head, Sho slowly picks himself up. Trying to clear his mind as he manages to get up on all four. A hard kick strikes his ribs! The move sends Sho rolling, but Alex is right on top of him. Dropping into a mount as he begins pummeling Kojima with blow after blow, brutalising the young man as blood begins to coat his hands. Sho tries to cover up, but it won't help as Alex seems to find an opening everywhere. He stands up for a second, only to violently kick Kojima in the side of his head!

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn bruh. Right when you think Sho bout to get back into this Alex stops the momentum quick.

Sho is in retreat now, rolling away from Alex and out of the ring. His head is a throbbing mess of pain, blood dripping down his face from numerous cuts, and his vision is already starting to blur...

Growling angrily, Sho shakes his head.

SHO KOJIMA: Forget this! I don't need this!

He begins walking up the ramp, clutching the back of his neck. But Reyn is still in the ring, and grabs a microphone.

ALEX REYN: I'm glad we agree.

Against his better judgement, the words make Kojima pause.

ALEX REYN: Yes. It's good to see that you've finally come to terms with how low on the totem pole you are. That you are nothing more than a trifling amusement that we distract ourselves with before we move onto matters of importance. So keep that head of yours low, tuck your tail between your legs, and remember your place. Boy.

JACK WARREN: Haha! That’s right! Run along Kojima! Take your bitch ass back to Ja---Oh shit.

A roar of fury erupts from Sho's mouth and he charges back in, inflamed by Alex's words! He goes for a clothesline, but Alex dodges it as easily as all the other moves. Sho hits the ropes again, building up momentum as he blasts Reyn with a sudden dropkick that FINALLY scores a hit on the East Wind. Violently grabbing Alex by his hair, Sho lifts him up, looking to end the match NOW!

SKULL CRUCIFIX!



No!



There hasn’t been NEARLY enough damage done for that move to work and Reyn easily slips out of his desperate opponents grasp, locking in an inverted facelock as-



No!


Reyn's own attempt at a finisher is blocked as Sho spins out of it. Trying to overpower Reyn, he grabs him by the waist and throws him overhead with a back bodydrop, only fro Reyn to flip in mid-air and land on his feet. Sho turned to admire his perceived handywork, only to be blasted in the face with a spinning wheel kick as Reyn came off the ropes! Sho shakes his head groggily. Trying to clear his blurring visio-



Curbstomp!



Sho Kojima's face hits the mat with a crunch! The sound is sickening, but Reyn stomps on his facedown opponent's neck again and again and again! A merciless attack that looks like it's aiming to decapitate his opponent! The audience can only watch horrified as blood starts to flow from beneath Kojima’s head. Alex's hand grabs Sho by the back of his neck and drags him to his feet. Sho is barely managing to stand up straight as blood pours down his ruined face and drips on the mat. An Irish Whip sends Kojima crashing into the corner before Reyn dropkicks his head into the turnbuckle.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ouch!

Sho slumps forward, his eyes rolling back into his head as he collapses on the mat, barely moving. But Alex is merciless and drags him around so that his temple is against the ringpost rolling outside as he does so. Then Alex steps back, and... SUPERKICKS KOJIMA'S HEAD INTO THE RING POST!!

JACK WARREN: Goddamn. How is this match over yet. Feel like I need to be the guy from Mortal Kombat that says...FINISH HIM!!!!!

A vile crunch is heard and the audience shivers. Alex has now rolled back into the ring and dragged Kojima with him. Now applying a standing Dragon Sleeper on the helpless Sho. He wrenches for a few seconds before he lifts Kojima up…



EAST WIND CUTTER!!



But Alex doesn’t go for the pin. Instead he rolls Kojima BACK into the sleeper, wrenching before once again…



EAST WIND CUTTER!!



Like a crocodile in a death roll, Alex keeps the lock and rolls back into the standing sleeper before.

BRIAN MASON: No! One was enough Alex! Stop this!


A THIRD EAST WIND!!!



A FOURTH!!!



A FIFTH!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: That’s it bruh. He’s dead. Call the coroner.

BRIAN MASON: STOP THIS REF?!

Again and again, Alex drops Kojima down, rolling back up just to repeat the process. Sho’s body has long gone limp, but still Alex continues to drive him into the mat, over and over again. Merciless, unrelenting. It’s as if he wants to turn Kojima into a smear upon the canvas.

Finally, mercifully, Alex Reyn drops Kojima one last time.

The damage has been done though, Sho’s face is barely recognisable beneath the blood. His limbs are in a lifeless tangle, and it doesn’t look like he’s even BREATHING.

The referee doesn’t waste a second calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: H..Here is your winner by knockout. ...Alex-wha-?

Her words are cut of as Alex has rolled back into the ring, steel chair in hand. He swings the edge of the chair DIRECTLY into the head of the referee as he was trying to check on Kojima. Grabbing Sho by the neck, Alex drags him into the corner. Placing the edge of the chair against Kojima’s throat.

BRIAN MASON: NO!! NO!!! WHEN WILL THIS END?! ALEX REYN IS A MAD MAN STOP THIS?!

Just as he had done with Colby Spencer…

Backing of to the opposite corner, he grabs a microphone once again.

ALEX REYN: Let this be a warning to ANY of you who try to hide from your failures.

He charges forward…And blood from Kojima’s mouth splatters onto the chair. Alex’s theme hits the PA system as Alex looked down on Kojima as medical personnel rushed into the ring to check on Sho.

WINNER: ALEX REYN VIA STOPPAGE (9:02)
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Backstage, we see William Alexander Andrews doing some stretching, cooling down from his match against John Blade. A soaked towel covers his head as he sits down and stretches out forward.

???: Impressive, that’s not bad for a novitiate. Taking on THE John Blade in your first match, and doing what you did, not bad. Not bad at all.

William looks up, moving the towel from his head, to see just who is giving him a weak compliment. He raises an eyebrow when he sees DeMarcus Gresham standing over him, his arms folded across his own chest. William eases back out of his stretch and shakes his head.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: I don’t know where you got your information, but my first match that wasn’t and a rookie, I’m not. And don’t tell me you’re one of these people who truly believe John Blade to have a lick of wrestling talent. That man is a stain and I did what I had to to remove it from wrestling.

DeMarcus gives an inquisitive look at William. It only shows by the flex of his eyebrows otherwise his facial expression is somewhat unreadable. The expression warms to a slight smirk as he nods.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: A bit of short levity I assure you. John Blade is far from anything of value in this industry and to witness your process was quite enjoyable. Cancers must be removed of course. I just came to inform you I appreciate the process. Quick, stern, and unrelenting. No...as the current ones say...umm ‘shade’ provided.

William pushes himself up, never losing eye contact with The Gifted One. He brushes his hands off on the towel, before putting it around his neck. He once more sizes up DeMarcus, who stands taller than William.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: The process is simply wrestling in its truest, purest form. First day here on Defiance and I see the lack of respect, the lack of appreciation for wrestling all around, except in front of me. Names William Alexander Andrews.

William extends his hand out for a handshake, though the suspicion can be seen in William’s eyes.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: And you are?

DeMarcus looks down at the hand of William for a moment before looking back eye to eye with him.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Seriously, and you are? I’m the one who has been doing just as you did tonight. Ridding of the inferior and extending my own legacy. The pure surgical dismissal of the unnecessary. I’m th---

DeMarcus stops for a moment once again smirking and a slight shrug of his shoulders.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: You know what, I understand. You were focused where you were and now being here you are focused just the same. I’m DeMarcus Gresham.

DeMarcus finally extends his hand to meet with William’s giving a stern handshake contact remaining eye to eye.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: As the first to be called upon from the RISE establishment it is good to know they are building those of sound mind and mission. You represent well William.

William, scoffs at the mention of RISE.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS:: No need to get flustered, DeMarcus. I knew who you were the moment you walked up here. It was a matter of respect asking who you were, see if you viewed me as an equal or not. But that, um, “establishment”, DeMarcus, had nothing to do with the foundation of who I am and what I aim to do in this business. RISE was simply a way for me to get my foot in the door of this company. I didn’t know why at the time that was the only door available, but I do now. Guys like us DeMarcus, guys who respect this business, not for what we can use the business for, but for the pureness, the traditions, we’re not welcomed here, unless our talents demand for us to be.

William wipes his face with his towel and spits onto the ground, away from both he and DeMarcus.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But I’m preaching something to someone who knows full well the state of mind I’m in right now. I saw you against Aries, you were, as you said, surgical, damn near removing his eye. I liked that. Needless to say, I’ll be watching tonight when you take on someone who represents damn near everything wrong with wrestling in Wisia. Break his fingers, maybe it’ll keep him from tweeting nonsensical bullshit and remind him that he’s only relevant on twitter because he wrestles, no other reason.

Once again a slight nod comes from DeMarcus.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Relevancy is fleeting. Unfulfilling. Dominance...that is much more…

He stops for a moment and smirks finding the word.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: ...everlasting. I cannot make certain the status of his fingers but I know he will be well enlightened of my ability. You speak the rare truth of what has happened to this business. Rarer is the moments I speak to an enlightened mind. You are appreciated Mr. Andrews, possibly not by the industry itself but by those with the mental strength to comprehend.

William smirks and lets out a soft chuckle.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: You’re very wordy DeMarcus, but I’m not lost. I follow and I appreciate hearing someone with respect for what this business is and thus, respect for my family’s involvement in it. Good luck tonight DeMarcus. I imagine this won’t be the last time we speak with each other.

DeMarcus straightens up the jacket of his ring attire and nods respectfully.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Yes, I’ve heard this before. Wordy. It was a quality trait to have on Wall Street. Here, it gives me rather complicated glances. They can’t keep up inside or outside of the ring. Pity. But indeed, I doubt it will be the last we exchange views. Stay enlightened Mr. Andrews.

DeMarcus turns around and takes his leave out of the camera view. William shakes his head.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS:: That guy’s a dick.

William laughs as he speaks to himself

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But so am I, too many pussies in this business not to be.

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The camera opens up in what appears to be some sort of gym or training facility. We see a shot Scarlet Flint, seated on a bench. The HKW World Tag Team Championship belt rests gently on her lap.

After a few moments, the camera begins to shift and focus on Scarlet’s face. She gazes deeply into the lense before she starts to speak.

SCARLET FLINT: Fifteen minutes—they say that’s the amount of fame that every single person is allotted, at least at the base level. Now of course, if you work your ass off, if you aren’t a fucking stereotype, if you are truly something spectacular—then you’re allotted a bit more.

She cracks the knuckles in her left hand.

SCARLET FLINT: You know what’s funny about all this? Our title defense, the aftermath and fallout from Illusions?

She let’s out a small grunt.

SCARLET FLINT: Kyo’s fifteen minutes had been run out, long ago. His time to shine ran it’s course back in Japan, far before signed here to HKW. If he were a smart man, if he would have known his place, then he woulda’ bowed out gracefully. He would have went gently into that great night —props to Ryan LeCavalier for that quote by the way. There wouldn’t have been much shame in that, ya feel me?

Shen quickly cracks the knuckles in her right hand.

SCARLET FLINT: Instead, the poor fool decided to be foolhardy, greedy, stupid . Instead of accepting the fact that his fifteen were up, he tried to extend that time by latching on to others. Adonis was the first. They say he had a bright future, but he fizzled out next two true supernovas.

She motions to herself (and Artemis in spirit).

SCARLET FLINT: Then he tried to leach off of Beer Beer Ayano. Sine Mora had already dealt with her and Jimmy, we wanted to move on to bigger and better things. And yet, Kyo reeled her right back into our cross-hairs—that was selfish as fuck , my dude.

But, it’s all good bruh. Because now , you hopefully realize that your struggle is useless. When it’s your time to fade away, then it’s just your time to fade away— period .

Scarlet pauses for a few seconds.

SCARLET FLINT: You’d think that would be common sense, but it’s not. And I oly say that because this week on Defiance, Artemis and I gotta’ face another dumbass who’s have done been ran out—Aries Armadaist.

She let’s out a sigh.

SCARLET FLINT: One of my homies has a massive DVD collection. And, unfortunately, a bitch has had the displeasure of watching your shit. And that’s why I can say with a shadow of a doubt that yo’ ass shoulda’ died out like UECW did, like Insurgency did. But, bottom feeders are just so hard to kill , so I get it.

Scarlet shakes her head.

SCARLET FLINT: You’re just like Kyo, aint you Aries? You gotta’ long history here in HKW of usin’ and abusin’ em’, don’t you?

She holds up her right index finger.

SCARLET FLINT: Shout out to the Evolve Network for these next couple of points. Onyx Payne—yall remember her right? During her trying Odyssey to become the HKW World Champion, she had a few tribulations...one of them being you, Aries. I get it yo’, you saw a shining star coming into her own, you saw all the eyes gravitating towards her, and you couldn’t stand being left in the dust. So like the parasite you are, you intertwined yourself into the mix— pathetic .

Scarlet holds up a second finger.

SCARLET FLINT: The Dick Kicking Kings—some say it was one of the greatest tag teams to grace HKW. To me, it was just a feeble man trying to keep wrestling career on life support.

Once again, Scarlet shakes his head.

SCARLET FLINT: And once Defiance, yo’ ass is gonna’ try and use Sofia King to make yourself relevant again, is that the plan, Aries? It’s a mighty good one, don’t get me wrong. Sofia has murdered just about everyone in every promotion she been in. But, you know what?

Scarlet motions for the camera to zoom in, which it does. She then speaks in a very hushed tone.

SCARLET FLINT: Despite how awesome Sofia is, even she can’t get your fifteen minutes back.

The camera zooms out a bit.

SCARLET FLINT: It’s crazy how different Sine Mora is compared to Kyo and Aries. Symbiosis, that’s what we thrive on. Artemis was a goddess among men and women at her previous places of employment. Me? I was a leviathan, an unstoppable monster that no one could vanquish. Put us together, and HKW had a match made in heaven.

She cracks her neck, just a bit.

SCARLET FLINT: Aye yo’, since I keep talking bout’ these fifteen minutes, I guess that begs the question— where does that leave Sine Mora? Most of yall have been counting our minutes, waiting for that fifteen to strike, am I right?

A smirk comes to her face.

SCARLET FLINT: Aye, like I said before, people who bust they ass and are truly spectacular, we get more time. And, there are no greater words to describe me and Artemis here. Every since we became an official duo, all eyes have been on us. People around this place finally began to give a fuck about tag team wrestling again. We set our eyes on the prize, we came up with a plan— WE did something amazing!

She nods her head.

SCARLET FLINT: Our drive? Unquenchable . Our talent? Unmatched Our time ? Unlimited . To knock us off our thrones, yall are going gonna’ have to literally kill us both. And, even then, we’d just revive from the dead and commence to slaughter you .

She grunts as she stands to her feet. There’s a tenderness in her neck—the lasting effects of one of Beer’s. Using her hands, twists a little bit until a crack and pop can be heard.

SCARLET FLINT: Maybe our next true challengers will get that message...but then again, probably not.

The camera fades out.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH SET FOR ONE FALL!

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6”. 257 pounds of Enlightenment. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm.

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: And his opponent...

"Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoots up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage 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.

WHISPER VIPERI: 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., and your NO LIMITS CHAMPION, LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

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.

MATCH FOUR: ALL OR NOTHING SERIES
DeMarcus Gresham vs. Luke Wisia

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!


Luke gets a charging start on DeMarcus, doubling him over with a kick to the gut. He goes to hammer down on the much bigger man until DeMarcus simply shoves Wisia off. The No Limits Champion gets up, gazing up at DeMarcus. He gets to his feet and tries to maintain distance from DeMarcus, who manages to stop him at every turn. Wisia left the ring after keeping up the game for a while. DeMarcus eggs him on by motioning to him.

Wisia gets back in the ring, but gets immediately locked into a grounded headlock. Wisia tries to get out of it, but he finds himself stuck. DeMarcus wrenches the hold, but eventually, Wisia gets his foot on the rope. The referee forces DeMarcus to break the hold.

DeMarcus comes off the rope and catches a mean dropkick from Wisia, who rolls to her feet and rushes back in. He grounds DeMarcus with a knee to the face before going for the quick cover.


ONE!


DeMarcus immediately gets the shoulder up, which gets a groan out of the No Limits Champion.

BRIAN MASON: Luke’s getting frustrated too early in this match.

JERMAINE MARKS: Ay, Luke got things to do, places to be, hoas to fuck. He ain’t got time to be wasting.

JACK WARREN: Don’t bother explaining it to Mason. Stupid virgin will never get it.

Wisia brings DeMarcus to his feet, but gets stiffed by a back elbow. He hooks in a double underhook, trying to hit Wisia with a butterfly suplex, but Wisia smartly drops to the ground. DeMarcus begins to try to heave Wisia up, showing great strength in deadlifting the No Limits Champion. He hangs him up high in the air before dropping him with the butterfly suplex.

JERMAINE MARKS: Damn, that nigga strong as fuck.

Luke holds his back with a hiss escaping his lips. DeMarcus picks him again and whips into the ropes. Luke catches a brutal lariat that turns him inside and out. When he hits the mat, DeMarcus glares down at him before going for the cover.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: I guess DeMarcus heard you, Jermaine. In a way.

JERMAINE MARKS: Well, shit, hittin’ him like that ain’t gonna help much, Mase.

DeMarcus has Luke up; he attempts to send him into the turnbuckle, but Luke counters with a sudden Pele Kick. Luke lands somewhat roughly on the mat, but crawls to the nearest corner. DeMarcus stirs slightly from the sudden impact, but manages to make it to his feet before Luke does. Luke shakes the cobwebs out, but gets dropped by a double knee strike from DeMarcus.

Luke rolls underneath the ring rope to escape DeMarcus. When DeMarcus goes to try to chase him, but Luke barrels out the way, which prompts DeMarcus to stop. When he does, he taps the side of his temple, grinning at the No Limits Champion. Luke looks on, lolls his tongue in his mouth, and gets into the ring slowly. DeMarcus tries to attack him, but Luke uses his speed to get away. DeMarcus turns around and gets charged into the turnbuckle, where Luke peppers him with more shots. Luke takes DeMarcus and whips him to the other side. He bounces off the other rope, comes back, and sends DeMarcus down with a Sling Blade.

DeMarcus starts to make it to his feet, much to the chagrin of Wisia. He begins to stomp him back down to the mat. But DeMarcus resists the stomps, getting onto one knee. Wisia aims and fires out a kick to the side of DeMarcus’s head, but his leg gets caught. He lifts Wisia up and hurls him into the turnbuckle with Royal! DeMarcus gets some distance before charging with a crippling spear! He goes for the cover.


ONE!


TWO!

Luke barely gets the shoulder up. DeMarcus gets up, dragging Wisia up to his feet. He whips him into the rope, looking to catch him, but Wisia falls out of the ring tiredly. He hits the outside, but starts to get some distance and back onto his feet. DeMarcus merely looks at him, knowing that following him would be an easy way to get into one of his traps. Wisia gets to his feet, breathing heavily. He holds his back before walking around the outside until he reaches the timekeeper’s area.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!


He yanks his No Limits Championship away from them before walking around to the other side. DeMarcus nods appropriately before leaning on his corner. Wisia begins to yell at DeMarcus about him being the No Limits Champion and not needing this match.

BRIAN MASON: Typical Luke showing right here.

JACK WARREN: Yeah, pure genius.


FIVE!


SIX!


SEVEN!


Luke gives the referee a triumphant middle finger before heading up the stage and away from the ring. DeMarcus doesn’t bother to give chase, merely brushing off his shoulder. He even moves his hand around, impatiently wanting the ten count to come.


EIGHT!

The crowd is uproarious with their boos, which only gets obscenities thrown at them by Luke.


NINE!


TEN!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by countout, DEMARCUS GRESHAAAAAM!

BRIAN MASON: And of course, Luke showing that arrogance of his. Just when he knew he couldn’t win the match, he decided to run away.

JERMAINE MARKS: DeMarcus was on Luke’s time anyhow. This ain’t matter to him; he got what he wanted.

JACK WARREN: Yeah, when you’re the champ, people got to wait on you, not the other way around.

The last image shown before the feed switched was DeMarcus giving a casual shrug and making his way out of the ring. At the least, he seemed satisfied with his performance and his free points.

WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham via countout (7:04)
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Backstage, cameras catch up with Jaxon Queen, who is seen taping his wrists with white tape as he gets ready for his fatal four way match, knowing that a win would give him the honor of being captain of Team Defiance.

JAXON QUEEN: I’ve been in this company for over two years. During those two years, I’ve achieved tag team championship success. During those two years, I’ve had moments that have surprised and entertained some of the fans out there in the stands and those watching at home. And during those two years, I’ve had more than my fair share of failures. I’ve failed to win a singles title. I’ve failed to win a singles accomplishment. I’ve simply failed to truly have some sort of success, accomplishment-wise, ever since shedding the role of being a tag team wrestler, which is what I started off as.

Queen finishes taping his right wrist and moves over to his left.

JAXON QUEEN: So far, I have failed to capture the Global and Cyber titles. I failed to win the Cyber Golden Opportunity, losing it to one of the people in this match in Jinzai. I failed to win Crowned Royalty, getting ROYALLY FUCKED OVER in the finals thanks to that fucking dumpster living piece of shit, Jimmy Page, “losing” to another person in this match; Fran. If there was a perfect model of someone failing time and time again here in Hard Knox Wrestling, it’s me. And yet again, another opportunity is knocking at my door. Feels like the ending to this story might already be written, huh?

Jaxon chuckles.

JAXON QUEEN: Fuck that ending.

Queen continues to work on his left wrist, speaking in a calm tone.

JAXON QUEEN: Tonight, Jaxon Queen finally...FINALLY opens that door and that fucking opportunity by the fucking neck. Tonight, I go out there and I show Nicole Hamilton, Fran, and Jinzai that I not only want this more than them, but that I deserve this more than the three of them.

Jaxon finally finishes wrapping up his left wrist before tossing the tape away.

JAXON QUEEN: Jinzai, you and I are pretty cool with each other. Hell, I’m one of your groomsmen for your upcoming wedding. But tonight, it’s all business in that ring and I’ve gotta whoop your ass, just like I’m going to whoop Nicole’s and Fran’s too. I’m sure you’ll be looking to do the same, but this isn’t a ladder match, and you won’t beat me to the top this time. You’ve got one on me, but it’s time for me to even things up, friend. But then there’s Nicole Hamilton…

Queen stays silent for a bit...before beginning to lightly chuckle.

JAXON QUEEN: Now Nicole wants everyone to be scared of her, but I just don’t see how I’m supposed to be scared of a 5 foot tall, 76 pound wrestler who can’t even shank someone properly. Maybe if you slap on some green paint on your face, you can look even more like the Wicked Witch of the East than you already do, and maybe then I’ll be a little intimidated.

The cameraman seems to be holding back laughter, getting a grin from the former HKW World Tag Team champion.

JAXON QUEEN: Now, while you don’t really intimidate me much, you do have something I don’t under your belt and that is singles success. So this makes you just as much of a threat to me as Jinzai and Fran tonight, even if I think you’re probably punching above your weight tonight and that your ass needs to be in a nuthouse instead. As for Fran?

Queen shrugs.

JAXON QUEEN: Consider tonight my official revenge for robbing me of Crowned Royalty.

Jaxon gets up from his seat and begins to stretch.

JAXON QUEEN: Like I said before, I'm done fucking around. Y'all getting a serious Jaxon Queen tonight, ladies and gentlemen. And I'm not going to stop until that bell rings and I'm the one getting my hand raised in victory.

Queen then heads off, cracking his knuckles as his match is coming up soon.

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? ? ? : Hell yeah we here brah.

Stepping into view is D’Wayne Porter and his older brother Lo’Renzo as they stroll along the halls just having conversation.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Nigeria I’m finally here dude. Flava Bros in the houseeeee.

Lo’Renzo just couldn't help but laugh.

LO’RENZO PORTER: You actin like you ain't never been to a wrestlin show brah brah.

D’Wayne shook his and sucked his teeth.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Not one that I’m gone be wrestling on. Not tonight but still dude. It’s been a long time coming and I can't wait to show these fools what I’m about. I’m talking straight beast too. These nigerias gone have to pay me. I ain't...

Lo’renzo held his hand up interrupting D’Wayne.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Slow your horses brah. Nobody ain't seen you wrestle yet and you already thinking too far head. Day by day, hour by hour fam.

D’Wayne wasn't trying to hear that evidence from his rapid head shaking.

D’WAYNE PORTER: I’m only here for one reason. To become a Tag Team Champ one day. All that other shit I ain't tryna hear it. We gone be the next best Tag Team brah. The Flava Bros.

Lo’Renzo shrugged his shoulders.

LO’RENZO PORTER: That's gonna take time though. Ask the Loyal Framo. Ish don't happen overnight. Gotta have patience. Know how many good Tag Teams out here? To be the best we gone have to work for it.

D’Wayne sucked his teeth and and waved his finger.

D’WAYNE PORTER: These teams suck around here. Shit, I ain't even know they had tag teams. Trust me, they ain't gone have nothing on us. Easy.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Like I said lil dude. Right now you basically is unknown. See me, I got the loyal framo who been with me since two thousand and fourteen. Being the best is good and all but you need to get some work under your belt. A lot of work too. Don't try and rush things fam.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Who? They don't mean shit to me. All I wanna do is destroy nigerias lives and make money.

D’Wayne flashes the money sign while Lo’Renzo just shook his head

LO’RENZO PORTER: All that's gonna come. For now it’s best you just sit back and watch the competition brodie. You could learn something.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Man I can't learn shit from these clowns. I’m from the nine boy. Aye, fuck this. I’m through with this shit. All I know is Flava Bros here. It's lit bro. These fools need to get ready for your boy. I’m coming through like a yappa.

Taking his finger and acting as if it’s a gun D’Wayne shoots the vending machine before as Lo’Renzo still shakes his head.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Yeah lil dude. We gone see.

The cameras begin to fade away as The Flava Bros continue their conversation.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match!

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: Hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Self Proclaimed Favorite Son of Ontario, Your Favorite Wrestler, and Mine: ARIES ARMADAIST!

"Bad Blood" blared through the arena, the song provoked the audience to cheer loudly that second because they know who was coming!

....Sofia pushed the curtain out of her way lifting up her arms to make that "K" for King symbol. Smoke bursts from under Sofia's feet surrounding her completely. As the smoke starts to fade she then stomped her way down to the ring - angry for whatever reason - before barging up the steps. King stood on the apron for a moment looking out to the crowd before entering the ring over the second rope

WHISPER VIPERI: Damas y caballeros.....ladies and gentlemennnnnnn. Esta mujer ha sido viviendo en Nueva York desde su debut.. BIENVENIDO A VIVENT SMART HOME ARENA ..UNA AUTENTICA PRINCESA DE LA DINASTIA REYES....SOFIAAAAA KIIIIINNNNNG!

Sofia then started climbing up to one of the top turnbuckles forming pistol symbols with her hands up high before dropping back down to the canvas to await the sound of her opposition's music....

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.

Simultaneously, both wrestlers slide into the ring. Scarlet takes a seat on the mat (leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles). Artemis walks around, taunting and pandering to the crowd.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are SINE MORA!

After a while, Artemis makes her way over to the corner. Scarlet stands up, removes the gas mask, and lowers her hood. The two exchange nods and smirks as they remove their hoodies and jackets.

MATCH FIVE: TAG TEAM MATCH
Sofia King and Aries Armadaist vs. Sine Mora

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The bell hits off as Aries and Flint are set to start the match off for their teams, Sofia telling her teammate to end this match as early as possible, and Artemis clapping her partner on from the corner. They waste no time locking up in the middle of the ring and Aries is the first one to get a shot off as he pulls Scarlet into a headlock, then follows it up with whipping his opponent into the corner where he delivers a massive big boot, grabbing Flint, and finishes it off with a knee to the stomach that puts his opponent down to her knees.

Aries doesn’t give her space as he reaches over to grab her by the hair and forces her back to her feet before executing a calf buster, then a running leaping headbutt that puts Scarlet completely down, causing Aries to drop to his knees for the early count.


ONE!





TW-NOO!


Flint manages to get a shoulder off the mat before the two count is announced, causing Aries to instantly lock her back into a headlock and making her stand up to a vertical position once again.

BRIAN MASON: Aries starting things off nice for his team, taking control of the match for himself and Sofia.

JACK WARREN: Not much of tag team champions if they’re going to let the other side shoot out the gun on them like this, if I do say so myself.

RANDY THE PILOT: We hear ya, Jack. Let the champs get warmed up a little and then we can judge.

Scarlet is trying to break free, but only causes Aries to backpeddle into his corner where there’s a loud slap on his back as Flint reverses the headlock into a palm strike, then follows it up with a leaping forearm smash of her own that causes Aries to drop to the mat on his back and roll out of the ring. Flint didn’t notice the tag so she’s running her mouth at Aries, but doesn’t notice the attack that comes from behind from Sofia when she hits Flint with a jumping clothesline that causes her opponent to smash into the turnbuckle, causing Artemis to reach over and make the tag for her team.

RANDY THE PILOT: Cheap shot by Sofia, bruh. Luckily Artemis knew she had to get her partner out of there.

JACK WARREN: I didn’t see any of the members asking for the tag, that’s a shame. No respect in this ring.

Sofia watches as Artemis comes into the ring and she tries to quick grapple Kaiser before she can make a move, but it backfires on her as Artemis hits a push kick to her opponent, runs forward, and nails a jumping DDT that flattens Sofia. She quickly grabs Sofia by the hair to pull her back to her feet and this time hits a high speen roundhouse kick that brings Sofia off her feet and into the ropes behind her! She bounces off the ropes and Artemis is waiting as she delivers the Uraken spinning backfist that puts Sofia down, causing Artemis to dive down to make the pin on the downed Sofia.


ONE!






TWO!





KICKOUT!


Sofia uses her arms to push Artemis off her before the three count as Aries is seen pulling himself back into their corner with some help from the ropes. Flint is seen doing the same on the other side of the ring as Artemis makes the quick tag to keep their legs fresh.

BRIAN MASON: What was it you were saying about our tag team champions? They seem to be using a smart strategy now, keeping each other rotating in the match and helping out each other whenever they’re needed.

JACK WARREN: Shut up, Brian. You aren’t a damn tag team expert. No one at this announcer’s table even likes you.

Flint storms the ring and grabs Sofia, but she shoves Scarlet off just in time, but doesn’t let go of her arm as she whips Flint to the corner and runs forward with a high knee lift in the turnbuckle, but doesn’t stop there as she takes a few steps backwards and hits a running crossbody to Flint. Scarlet rolls towards the middle of the ring as Sofia dives down for the pinfall attempt.


ONE!




TWO!





T-BREAK!


Artemis makes the save by throwing a shoulder into the pinfall before the count of three as Sofia stands back to her feet to keep her distance from the fresher tag partner, but doesn’t keep her distance enough from her corner as Aries tags himself back into the match!

RANDY THE PILOT: Think I’m seein’ what you were talking about, Warren. Ain’t gonna be on the same page bein’ disrespectful.

BRIAN MASON: Sine Mora are at least using it to their advantage. Aries and Sofia are doing it just to annoy one another.

Aries comes into the match as Artemis rolls out to take her place back in her corner. Aries wastes no time pulling Flint back to her feet and executing a deadlift german suplex in the middle of the ring and follows it up with a senton! It looks like Aries is going to try another pin attempt on his opponent, but Sofia grabs Aries leg from the outside of the ring and pulls him off Scarlet!

JACK WARREN: If I was Aries I would just knock Sofia the fuck out so she couldn’t mess with me anymore, but not everyone thinks like THE MAN!

Aries leans on the ropes as he’s saying something to Sofia, but it’s Scarlet who comes up behind and rolls Aries into a small package pinfall as the referee slides into position!


ONE!







TWO!








THR-NOOOOO!


Aries kicks his legs wildly to break the pinfall attempt as he quickly climbs back to his feet and is back to a vertical position the same time as Flint. He swings through with a clothesline, but Scarlet ducks underneath it just in time, but it’s a pele kick from Aries that throws his opponent off balance! Aries turns and catches Flint before she falls backwards and lifts her up into a devastating brainbuster that causes the fans to moan at the impact of the move.

Aries rolls over Flint and hooks a leg, pulling it up to his chest as the referee slides into position once again.


ONE!







TWO!









THR-KICKOUT!


At the last second Flint throws a shoulder off the mat to break up the pin. Aries starts to slap the mat in frustration, looking over his shoulder towards his corner to see if there was a partner there to mat the tag, but Sofia is standing on the outside of the mat, clearly still mad about Aries tagging himself back into the match earlier.

BRIAN MASON: Sofia isn’t wanting to cooperate right now it seems. This isn’t good for Aries just as he was wanting a breather.

JACK WARREN: Well, he wanted in the ring so badly that he put himself in. Now that he wants out he can’t be annoyed that she isn’t there. People got to make up their mind.

As Aries was looking away, taking his eye off Scarlet was all she needed to throw her body forward towards her corner and make the tag to Artemis! Aries tries to rush the tag, but it’s no use as Artemis springboards onto the ropes and launches herself forward with a lariat that brings Aries off his feet. Aries rolls to his stomach is looking to make the tag, but Sofia stares him down in the middle of the ring and walks off in the direction of the rampway, leaving Aries hopeless for himself.

Artemis grabs Aries from behind and has him in a reverse position as Scarlet starts to climb the turnbuckle….. GENOCIDE EVENT to Aries!!! Aries looks dead in the middle of the ring as Artemis slaps the mat with both hands, crawls forward on her knees, and hooks a leg while nodding her head to the count from the referee.


ONE!






TWO!









THREEEEEEEEEE!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match by pinfall…. SINNNNNEEEE MORAAAAA!!!

Aries rolls off to his side as Artemis climbs right back to her feet and is joined with Scarlet Flint in ring, both having their hands raised by the referee as their music hits the speakers, and both looking clearly satisfied with the damage done in the match.

BRIAN MASON: Hate to say it, but Aries didn’t stand much of a chance when Sofia wasn’t there to get the tag, or in her case… tag herself in.

JACK WARREN: It’s simple, really. That’s the difference between a well defined tag team and a team that was randomly put together for a good laugh. Mind of a wrestler right here, boys. Soak it up.

RANDY THE PILOT: That ain’t the way Aries and Sofia gonna get on the same page, tho. What does Sofia care? She is the rightful holder of the ring.

Aries is staring at Sofia as she stops at the top of the ramp and flashes the ring in his direction, a smirk crossing her face. Artemis and Flint don’t seem to care how they won, but that they got the win in the end as they walk over Aries and climb separate ropes with their HKW Tag Team titles held high above their head.

WINNERS via PINFALL: SINE MORA (9:37)
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After the last ad break, Defiance cameras go back to ringside where the fans are patiently waiting for whatever is to come next. The camera focuses in on a “Get well soon, Fel” sign, then immediately transitions to a dozen of other signs that read pretty much the same thing.

BRIAN MASON: Think we all could agree that these fans miss theeee Supreme.

JACK WARREN: This is the first show she hasn’t been on in years, Mason. That, and she’s only gonna be gone a couple months if all goes well. You people are acting like she’s dead.

RANDY THE PILOT: I ain’t gonna lie, I already miss Fel. She always had some shit goin’ on that had my attention, bruh. Want her to come back and start fightin’ with A.S.H again.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon, but from everyone on Defiance, get well soon, Fe---

BRANDON BANKS: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. BLAH BLAH FUCKIN BLAH BLAH BLAH. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!

The voice of the HKW owner immediately cuts Brian Mason off as the crowd boos the arrival of Brandon Banks. Banks takes his time coming out onto the entrance ramp, but when he does, he has the GO briefcase in one hand, and the microphone that Sofia King gave him earlier in the night in the other.

BRANDON BANKS: For once in your miserable lives, you people in Utah have something to be happy about! You didn’t have to listen to that bullshit comin’ out the commentary teams mouths right now, and for that… y’all should be thankin’... ME!

Banks smirks as he struts down the ramp, paying no mind to the booing Utah crowd.

BRANDON BANKS: Y’all should be thankin’ me because I could easily flip some switches backstage so that every person in this arena could listen to the garbage our three AMAAAAAAZING commentators speak to the audience watching at home, but nah. I saved ya’ll from that. Y’all wanna take a wild guess what them motherfuckers were doin’ though?

Banks slides into the ring with the briefcase and microphone, immediately positioning himself in the corner with his back to the turnbuckle pads.

BRANDON BANKS: They were kissin’ my sisters ass. Get well soon, Fel! We miss you, Fel! PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE, FEL! You pricks sound like ninjas tryna get you a prom date, not pro wrestling commentators. Matter fact.. get the fuck up out them seats right now!

The commentators look at one another as Banks scratches at the back of his head.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah, Warren’s alright. Warren, you could sit down while I’m out here. Randy and Mason? Ya’ll can take your headsets off, hop over the barricade and find yourselves a seat with these Amish pricks who paid to see ME. Not you. ME!

Banks lowers the microphone and shoos both Randy and Mason out of their seats, not continuing his rant until they were with the fans. Both Randy and Mason glance down at Warren, a confused gleam in their eyes.

JACK WARREN: Don’t look at me, idiots. He said I could I stay.

Randy lets out a sigh and grabs his bag of Doritos off the announce desk before he hops over the barricade and takes a seat with the crowd. Mason on the other hand hangs his head and mopes toward the barricade, holding his hand out so one of the security guards would help him over.

JACK WARREN: Hahahahahahaha.

A member from security reluctantly helps Mason over the barricade, finally getting him with the fans. The HKW owner stands up to his feet, leaving the GO briefcase down in the corner.

BRANDON BANKS: I had all this shit that I wanted to say planned out, but then I went over to the production area and heard that crap from the announcers. Had all the answers that people been wantin’ all in my head, bruh…but now? Shits all gone.

Banks circles around the ring for a moment, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he ponders over what to say.

BRANDON BANKS: But I guess now is a good a time as ever to do something that damn near nobody does these days. I’ma go on ahead and speak from the heart, bruh.

Banks leans back against the ropes, his eyes fixed on the entrance ramp.

BRANDON BANKS: Since I was five years old, bruh, there’s only been one female in my life that actually mattered. One that I swore I’d make sure I took care of and do whatever it took to keep her happy. One that I would literally take a bullet for, and shit… one that I damn near already took a bullet for in the past.

Banks sighs, swiping his hand down his face before he continues.

BRANDON BANKS: Up until my daughter was born, that one person besides my mom was my sister, Felicity. Ever since that little pipsqueak was born, I saw it as my duty to make sure no one ever harmed a hair on her head. My duty to make sure that she didn’t see the shit I seen growing up or do the shit that I did to get to where I’m at right now. And for years, I stayed true to my duty, bruh. For twenty motherfucking years I was the one she ran to when she needed money. I’m the one she ran to when she needed someone’s ass kicked. I’m the one she dependent on for everything! And never once, bruh… never once did I get a thank you. Hell, I never expected one then. That was MY duty… but then she becomes a wrestler, and it’s like none of that ever happened.

Banks’ neck jerks a little to the left, showing that he was growing more and more frustrated.

BRANDON BANKS: It’s like Felicity Banks has always been this strong independent woman who never needed anyone to become who she is, BUT I’M THE REASON WHY SHE’S HERE! I’M THE REASON ALL OF YOU PEOPLE KNOW HER AS SOMETHING MORE THAN BRANDON’S LITTLE SISTER!

Banks pauses, his eyes still focused on the entrance ramp.

BRANDON BANKS: And for that, I wanted a thank you. You see, making sure Felicity succeeded in this business was never part of my duty… but I still did that. I made sure she started off slow, paid her dues, and learned the ins and outs of this business before she built her brand. I made sure she had all the tools she needed before she became one of the best and most intimidating names in this sport right now… and for that… I can’t get a thank you?

Banks chuckles sarcastically.

BRANDON BANKS: Nah bruh. Of course not. Instead, I get a Bank Shot at Destiny 1. Instead, I have this bitch stab me in the back and align with Zero because she’s apparently worried about me. Instead, I GOTTA LISTEN TO UNEDUCATED FANBOYS AND FANGIRLS TALK ABOUT HOW FEL IS BETTER THAN ME WHEN EVERYONE KNOWS THAT’S NOT FUCKING TRUE!!!!!!!!

Feeling like he was losing himself a bit, Banks takes a momentary breather and moves back over toward the corner with the GO briefcase.

BRANDON BANKS: As soft as this might sound, all I ever wanted was a thank you, bruh. I wanted my sister - the person I literally gave up everything for to make sure SHE had it - to just say that she appreciates everything I’ve done for her. Y’all could spread your rumors and talk like it’s only because people think she’s surpassed me, but that’s not it. That’s just a small piece of something that’s been building up for twenty-three years. Believe me, if this was ONLY about wrestling? The shovels would’ve been out a looooong time ago, bruh.

Another sarcastic laugh from the HKW owner as he reaches down and picks up the GO briefcase.

BRANDON BANKS: If I know Fel as well as I think I know her, she probably blowin’ up my phone with texts and calls right now with apologies and sarcastic thank you’s -- but them shits not gonna be good enough. Not anymore…

Banks turns his attention to the hard camera, making sure to speak right to it.

BRANDON BANKS: I know you’re at home watching this, Fel. You wanna make this right? There’s only one thing you can do….

He pauses for dramatic effect.

BRANDON BANKS: Leave HKW!

The crowd boos the proposition made by the HKW owner, a smile coming over his face as he continues.

BRANDON BANKS: I want you the fuck outta my company, Fel. I don’t give a damn about the money you pull in. I don’t give a damn about your contract! I don’t give a fuck about this damn briefcase! I WANT YOUR ASS OUT MY COMPANY! GO TO 4CW! GO TO FFW! STAY THERE! AND GET THE HELL ON OUT OF MY COMPANY! MINE!

The crowd continues to boo as Banks begins punching the turnbuckle with the hand holding the microphone, getting a loud echo to come over the speakers.

BRANDON BANKS: I thought that maybe it could work, but fact is? This place ain’t big enough for the both of us, Fel… and I own the jawn so obviously I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Right now, I’m givin’ you a chance to walk away. Walk away and go to them other companies you love workin’ for and continue buildin’ your brand over there… because if you don’t?

Banks takes a step forward, all emotion gone from his face as he stares into the camera.

BRANDON BANKS: I promise you… I will do whatever it takes to break you and make sure you quit.

He takes another step forward, still staring right through the camera.

BRANDON BANKS: Don’t make me do another thing that I don’t want to do…

Without another word said, Banks drops the microphone and exits the ring while “Return of Simba” takes over the arena speakers.

JACK WARREN: Damn, bro. He wants Fel out of the company?

The camera focuses in on Banks carrying the GO briefcase up the entrance ramp, the crowd booing him right out of the building.

JACK WARREN: Hrm. Think I have to answer myself. That’s right, Jack! He wants her out of this company!

JACK WARREN: How do you feel about that, Jack?

JACK WARREN: I feel like shit is about to get crazier over these next few weeks, Jack.

The camera continues to focus on Banks until he vanishes backstage, the crowd still stunned and displeased by the older Banks siblings proposition.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is an All Or Nothing Series match scheduled for one fall!

"Crash" by Fit For Rivals blasts over the sound system seconds before Ashley Sullivan walks out onto the stage. 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 raises her arms in the air to cheers.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Bradley Beach, NJ... 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 slides into the ring.

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: And her opponent, currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada....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.

BRIAN MASON: Finally back at the commentary after that BS...

JACK WARREN: Aw, man! I was enjoying talking to myself!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, well.....WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY SLIM JIMS?!

ALL OR NOTHING SERIES MATCH
Ashley Sullivan vs Salem Cartier


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings and the two female competitors circle the ring, the audience split between the two of them. They then proceeded to lockup before Ashley quickly put Salem into a headlock, only for Salem to eventually reverse it into a headlock of her own, getting a round of applause from the audience. But the young Sullivan puts a leg on the bottom rope nearby where she’s at, forcing Salem to breakup the hold! After Salem takes a few steps back, Ash rushes towards her, but Cartier catches her with a hiptoss, getting a round of cheers from the audience!

BRIAN MASON: A nice back and forth there for control, but in the end, that hiptoss by Salem gives her the clear advantage!

JACK WARREN: You aren’t going to see her pull that move off, but when Small Tits Sullivan is her opponent, then it’s a lot easier to toss that 90 pounds like it’s nothing.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, need to make a shirt with that nickname now.

Ash gets to her feet and quickly turns towards Salem, only to be met with a kick to the gut before Cartier hooks both of her arms, lifts her, and plants her with a double underhook suplex! The former Cyber and Bloodlust champion goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Nice double underhook suplex there by Salem Cartier! And the first pin attempt of the match could be the last!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cartier quickly gets to her feet after the kickout and takes a few steps back before she motions for Sullivan to get up. Ashley eventually rolls to a knee, allowing Salem to rush forward and nearly take her head off with a Shining Wizard! Ash seems to be knocked out after the move as Salem goes for the cover again!

JACK WARREN: She just kicked that stupid bitch’s face off! I love it!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Salem once again gets to her feet quickly after the kickout and takes a few steps back from Ashley. Once Sullivan manages to get to her feet, Cartier charges over and attempts a flying calf kick, but Sullivan ducks it at the last second! The Witch then turns around and eats a dropkick for her troubles, sending her all the way out of the ring! Ashley smiles as she then launches herself over the ropes and to the outside, knocking Salem to the ground with a plancha!

RANDY THE PILOT: Nice move there by Ashley S! That right there is what’s going to help shift momentum to her side, bruh!

Sullivan then rolls Cartier back in the ring before sliding in as well. Ashley then turns her back on the laid out Salem before doing a backflip and landing a picture perfect standing moonsault! Ash then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: You can’t deny Ashley’s athletic ability and that was on full display right there!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The former two time Bloodlust champion shakes her head after the kickout and quickly gets to her feet before she thinks about her next move. Sullivan then takes a few steps back and waits for Cartier to slowly get to her feet before she charges forward and grabs Salem’s head! Ashley then proceeds to hit a swinging neckbreaker, getting a mixed reaction, just like Salem did when she was on the attack! The former Descent member then goes for the pin once more, believing she has it and the three points!

JACK WARREN: Don’t you dare let her beat you, Salem!

RANDY THE PILOT: You’re actually rooting for someone besides yourself?!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ashley lets out another sigh, wanting to pick up a victory after having some failures in her recent matches. She gets to her feet and begins to climb the nearest corner, back turned to Salem. Once at the top, Sullivan stands on the top turnbuckle and looks out at the cheering audience before flipping off, only to collide chest first with the mat as Salem rolls out of the way!

Sullivan slowly gets to her feet afterwards, but Cartier is right there to knock her down with a forward palm strike! Cartier then goes for the pin once again after regaining control!

BRIAN MASON: Salem just turned the tide!

JACK WARREN: Good job! Good job!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t think either of these two chicks are gonna be taking a pinfall that easy. Salem needs a W bad and Ashley could lock-in her group with one.

Salem lets out a sigh of her own after Ashley manages to kickout at the last second! The Witch then slowly gets to her feet and watches as the New Jersey native slowly gets to her feet. Once Sullivan is up to both feet, Cartier charges at the ropes in front of her before hopping on them, then hopping off of them and flooring Sully with a springboard back elbow! The audience gives out another mixed reaction as Salem goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Beautiful springboard back elbow!

JACK WARREN: Yeah, it was alright! BUT THE MAN CAN DO IT BETTER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cartier lets out another sigh, obviously a bit exhausted after the back and forth between her and Sullivan. The former Cyber champion gets to her feet and begins getting the audience pumped up before she sees Ashley has gotten to her knees. Salem then attempts a buzzsaw kick, but Ashley ducks it and rolls her up from behind!

RANDY THE PILOT: We got ourselves that rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Salem manages to kickout right at the last second! The pair of competitors then quickly get to their feet and Ash charges at Salem, only to be pulled into a small package pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Both competitors scramble to their feet before Ash pulls Salem into a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Once again, the two competitors rush to their feet after the kickout and Salem goes for a schoolboy pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

And yet again, another kickout leads to the two competitors getting to their feet and staring each other down as the audience applauds them both for that back and forth they just showed! Salem then charges in at Ashley, but is quickly caught with a hurricanrana that sends Salem to the outside once again!

BRIAN MASON: What a match between Salem Cartier and Ashley Sullivan!

JACK WARREN: What a match?! They just spent like 3 minutes rolling each other up! Fucka re you talking about, Mase?

RANDY THE PILOT: Mase just needs at least one woman to love him since his mom disowned him and kicked him out of the basement.

Sullivan proceeds to run to the ropes opposite of where Salem is. She bounces off of them before sailing through the ropes and out of the ring, catching Cartier with a suicide dive! Ashley then grabs Salem and slowly rolls her back into the ring before going for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: We got a cover right here! Ashley could have it!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

A frustrated groan is all that follows the kickout from Ashley as Salem manages to power out once again! Sully then gets to her feet and waits for Cartier to get to hers. Once Salem does get to her feet, Ashley hops on her shoulders from the back and flips backwards! Hooking Salem's head, Ash drives her head into the mat with a thud! Salem seems to be out of it as Ash goes for the cover yet again!

RANDY THE PILOT: Reverse frankensteiner by Ashley! That neck just got fucked up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: The Man would have kicked out at one!

Sullivan can't believe it! Showing some desperation, she begins arguing with the ref over the count for a bit before finally turning and walking towards a kneeling Cartier...who punched her right in the gut! Salem then seems to find a second wind as she springs to her feet and proceeds to hit a leg-feed enzuigiri! The audience gives another mixed reaction as the young lady goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: And just like that it seems the tide has turned!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: Even I knew that wasn't going to be enough! Come on, Salem!

Cartier gets to her feet and motions for Sullivan to do the same before she quickly moves forward and hooks her arms! The audience then gives Salem a mixed reaction after she performs a hammerlock suplex! She then goes for the cover once more!

RANDY THE PILOT: It's been all Salem at the moment! She got it right here?!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Not enough! Ashley Sullivan kicks out again! Neither of these two ladies wants to go home with anything less than a win under their belt!

Salem sighs after the kickout, knowing she was very close. The former Cyber champion then gets to her feet and motions for the former two time Bloodlust champ to do the same. Ashley only really gets to her knees before Salem, who is within reach, catches her with a devastating buzzsaw kick, the impact being heard throughout the arena! Sullivan falls face down onto the mat, but Cartier drops down and rolls her over before she goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: YES, GIVE THAT STUPID BITCH A CONCUSSION!

RANDY THE PILOT: That's so fucked up, Jack.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!!!

BRIAN MASON: WOW! Sullivan with another kickout! What a match this has been!

Cartier slaps the mat in frustration after the two count, but she does not spend too much time getting angry over the near three count! Instead, she gets to her feet and begins to backpedal into a corner before motioning for the New Hampshire Handshake! Once Sully gets to her feet, Cartier charges forward and attempts the finishing maneuver...only for Sullivan to dodge it! Ashley then hops onto Salem’s back and locks in a sleeper hold to a mixed reaction!

JACK WARREN: WHY WON'T SHE DIE?!

RANDY THE PILOT: I don't know, but it looks like she might choke Salem out!

Salem seems to struggle breaking out of the hold from the get-go as she tried to pull at the arm around her neck first. Eventually, Cartier drives Sullivan back first into a corner, forcing Ashley to release her! Salem then turns around and takes a swing as Ashley, but the 21 year old is too fast! Cartier then finds herself trapped in the corner, which allows her to a eat a high knee to the jaw before Sully connects with a monkey flip, sending Cartier flying!

BRIAN MASON: WOW! THAT DID NOT LOOK GOOD FOR SALEM CARTIER!

Ashley quickly heads to the nearest corner after that and climbs to the top turnbuckle, back turned to Salem. Once at the top, she leaps off and hits a moonsault! Sullivan then goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: DON'T YOU LET HER WIN THIS, REF!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

Ashley can't believe it! She seems ready to argue with the ref but opts against it. The former two time Bloodlust champion gets to her feet and proceeds to grab Salem too. Sullivan then tries to Irish whip Cartier, but she reverses and gets sent to the ropes instead! Ashley flips and hits the ropes back first before doing a handspring and connecting with a back elbow! Salem seems to be out of it as Sullivan gets to her feet and begins to motion towards a corner!

RANDY THE PILOT: After hitting Just A Dream, I think Sullivan about to get one step closer to winning AONS!

Ashley then exits out onto the apron and quickly scales up the turnbuckles before staying up top and pumping the audience up! Sullivan then goes to leap off, but...

DING! DING! DING!

BRIAN MASON: What just happened?!

JACK WARREN: Hey, monkey who runs the fucking bell, you rang it too early.

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, I think I know what just happened....

Whisper gets up from her seat as Ashley watched from the top turnbuckle while Salem came to and began using the ropes to help herself up.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

Ashley and Salem both look disappointed after the announcement is made! The audience boos as Sullivan and Cartier eventually go to the ref and both begin asking for more time, which he declines to give them.

BRIAN MASON: Well, it looks like we got another draw in the books!

RANDY THE PILOT: Tough outcome here for both of them, really.

JACK WARREN: But good news, guys! I'M STILL THE MAN!

WINNER: Time Limit Draw (20:00)
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Harrowing sounds and echoing yells flourish throughout the arena. The camera feed begins to desaturate, the colors collapsing into an unyielding grayscale. The lights of the arena only flicker once and awhile, lingering on a dim setting as smoke floods the stage. Two silhouettes appear in the mass of white. As “Female Robbery” by the Neighbourhood fades out, the smoke suddenly gets annihilated. “Immigrant Song” by Karen-O and Trent Reznor’s heavy guitar riffs and pulsating beat replace the somber tones of the previous song. In the full, flashing lights, Scarlet Flint and Artemis Kaiser stood, their faces mostly covered by the hood of their jackets.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, YOUR HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, SCARLET FLINT AND ARTEMIS KAISER, THEY ARE SINE MOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAA!

A refraction of light reveals that they both wear gas masks with a skull decal fashioned over them. Artemis unhooks her belt and holds it high in the air. Scarlet looks at her, before making her way down to the ring. Artemis parades behind her, showing off the treasured gold. Scarlet keeps on until she reaches the ring apron. There, she ascends it and takes off her mask in a single move. Her hostile expression is fully trained upon by the camera. She glares down at the camera, before smirking evilly. She then gets into the ring. Artemis slides in past her, getting to her feet. The Kaiser ascends the nearest turnbuckle, removing her mask and unleashing a loud, primal roar.

Scarlet takes a seat in the center of the ring, demanding microphones. A stagehand sends them inside, which she catches with little effort. She hands one off to Artemis and looks up at her.

SCARLET FLINT: You know, Hard Knox Wrestling is supposed to be the land of the giants...at least that’s what people tell you before you step foot in the company. A lot of people here think they larger than life, and that’s how the marketing team portrays them.

Scarlet pauses. You can see that she wants to say something, but something is holding her back.

SCARLET FLINT: However, when you been here awhile, you start to realize that they aint many giants roaming around here; aint many larger than life creatures lurking about. Naw, what you tend to see, is a bunch of posers; a lot of people faking da’ funk .

Once again, she pauses.

SCARLET FLINT: It’s cool tho’. If life has taught me anything, it’s that most people are full of shit.

This gets a bit of a rise out of the crowd.

SCARLET FLINT: That’s why Sine Mora stands out among everyone else. We aint a spectacle , and we aint an act . We told yall from the very beginning that we’d introduce a level of violence to this company that hadn’t been seen before—and we did just that. We told yall we’d capture the tag team titles—and we did that shit. And we told yall we’d slaughter just to keep em’—we doing that now.

Scarlet shakes her head.

SCARLET FLINT: We may be brutes and scoundrels , but at least we keep our fucking word. That’s more than I can say about some of yall.

Artemis steps forward.

ARTEMIS KAISER: We’ll get to our big announcement in a second, we just have to air some grievances.

Artemis cracks her neck on the notion.

ARTEMIS KAISER: When we came to HKW, we were promised competition. With 5150, the Generation of Miracles, and a few other tag teams running about, we thought that HKW’s tag team division was booming. We thought we would have a proper challenge to get these here belts. Of course I have to look myself in the mirror and say how wrong I was, because Defiance has been devoid of competition. Sure, we had Beer Beer and KYO to try to handle us, but as you see, we’re still standing here. So with all that said and done, what do Sine Mora do?

She taps on her chin, acting as if she was thinking.

ARTEMIS KAISER: We wait for a pair of new contenders, right? We act as champions do and scout out proper competition and then leave them in a bloody, broken heap in the middle of this here ring. But at least we’d have fun.

Artemis beams, showing off her sharper than normal teeth. She shakes her head condescendingly before allowing anger to overtake her.

ARTEMIS KAISER: BUT NOPE! Nothing at all! Then what makes matter worse is that our oh-so-lovely boss, Brandon Banks, wants to talk about how we’re not credible or relevant . How he doesn’t know who the hell we are. So that got me thinking. Is HKW trying to undermine Sine Mora? Was everyone not expecting some monsters to roll up in here and be successful? DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO WE ARE? Apparently not. Apparently you all don’t watch any Puroresu or anything outside of your stupid barrier. Is it too much effort to try to watch something that isn’t the norm? Yes, it is, because all the folks backstage don’t have a wrap on us. So to put this bluntly, idiots seem to be at the helm of this thing and don’t want to acknowledge that Sine Mora is the reason why tag team wrestling is a thing again here in Hard Knox Wrestling.

The God of Anger walks around Scarlet.

ARTEMIS KAISER: So let me ask you some questions, Scarlet.

She stops in her pacing.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Do we have any contenders here on Defiance?

SCARLET FLINT: Naw.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Are we upset that HKW’s lack of preparation for us has left us hungry and bored?

SCARLET FLINT: Damn right.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Last one and most importantly--

Artemis turns to the audience again.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Do we have a DAMN tournament dedicated to finding us a contender?!

SCARLET FLINT: We aint got shit.

ARTEMIS KAISER: So what the hell are we to do now? Does the HKW management think that we’re just going to sit here and let some idiots like Project Continuum come and take away our revolution? We’re the reason why these belts and the Global Tag Team titles are so important right now. And we’re not getting any credit. We don’t get a tournament. We don’t get contenders. We don’t get anything, but the futile criticism of our boss! We have sat here, begging for some contenders to come our way. But I guess they’re some bitches after all.

Artemis adjusts her championship before speaking again.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Team Adorable didn’t come to us, because they knew that we’d beat them so bad, we’d make them so ugly that even their mothers couldn’t love them anymore.

Scarlet interrupts.

SCARLET FLINT: Oh, but let’s not forget that they were quick to talk that good shit on Twitter.

She motions to Artemis.

SCARLET FLINT: My bad, carry on.

Artemis just giggles at Scarlet’s interruption.

ARTEMIS KAISER: The Whitest Girls You Know don’t want to stand to us, because we don’t play their stupid games. We’re not all about friendship and Starbucks. We’re about blood and gunpowder over here. So they knew better.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Gaia Galanos knew better than to bring her useless ass our way because we still have bad blood with her. Super Mario Wrestling Bros got out their little game guides, tightened up their suspenders, and knew for a damn fact that if they crossed over here, we’d strangle them with their controllers. HKW management keep trying to save the RISE kids from getting absolutely decimated in their first matches on the main roster. That’s why they sent them over to Subversion. As a matter of fact, I see it all like this here.

ARTEMIS KAISER: All of that tournament is chalk full of posers and people that want to play dress up. None of those teams are real. None of those teams have what it takes to survive Sine Mora. They have seen what we’ve done to people. When we say that we’ll lay ruin to anyone who crosses us, we were serious. Broke a man’s knee inward, ended another’s career. It’s freakin’ beautiful.

Artemis smiles tenderly at the thoughts of injuring Adam Adonis and KYO.

ARTEMIS KAISER: HKW’s top brass have seen what we’ve done and what we will do to any teams out there. We don’t play by the rules and the nature of this company. We don’t show any mercy. We don’t play silly games like all those tag teams in that contendership tournament. We’re not sailors, glorified gamers, stupid stereotypes, or anything like that. We’re destroyers, born and bred to do exactly what we do. If HKW’s management is so scared to let us have at any of those teams, give us a tournament, or even give us contenders. Then we’ll make it so. We’ll sit out here every Defiance that we feel like it and fight any team that’s froggy enough to jump.

She looks back at Scarlet and then back to the crowd.

ARTEMIS KAISER: We’re invoking an open challenge. It’s simple as that. If HKW doesn’t want to give us contenders, we’ll make them, beat them, and wait for more. We’ll do that until there’s nothing left. Then when everyone’s scared to the point of being some punk bitches...we’ll head backstage and drag out contenders and beat them down too. It’s like when your parents beat you and you try to hide, it only gets worse when we have to come and get you.

Artemis laughs devilishly.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Then when they’re truly nothing left here in HKW, we’ll head on over to FGA. Dynamic Duos just finished. I bet Status Quo would love to fight us. Hell, we’ll go over there and take their belts too. We’ll go to any company with these belts high in the air and beat everyone . Because Sine Mora is leading a tag team revolution not just here in HKW, but everywhere. When we say that we’re an well-oiled machine obsessed with destruction and glory, we really wasn’t kidding. We did exactly what we said we were going to do since day one .

Artemis holds up her finger.

ARTEMIS KAISER: And we’ll continue to do so, because we’re the best and most dangerous tag team on this planet. And when we get bored, horrible things tend to happen to the people around us. So HKW, this is our message to you. Give us what we want or we’ll take what we want. Starting now.

Artemis lowers herself next to Scarlet, wrapping her arm around her.

SCARLET FLINT: In closing, if you think you the shit, grab and partner and come test us—no jibber-jabber, no fucking excuses. Everyone’s ears perk up when we grab a mic, so I know you all are hearing this.

She pauses for two seconds.

SCARLET FLINT: And in regards to our opponents tonight. Sofia, you the homie; you know that—excited to mix it up with you. The fuckboy? Bend over and spread em’, bitch.

Artemis then glares up the ramp.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Come on down here. We’re getting anxious.

Artemis and Scarlet get to their feet and slowly begin pacing the ring, eyes locked on the entranceway. It seems like seconds pass by before “Earthquake” by Labrinth behind to blare throughout the arena!

BRIAN MASON: OH. BOY.

JACK WARREN: THIS SONG IS MY SHIT! SECOND BEST THEME, ONLY FALLING SHORT TO ANYTHING THE MAN PICKED!

Slowly, the curtain opens up and the SSWA Heavyweight and AIR Velocity champion, Zack Jones steps out from behind! The audience pops loudly for the Philadelphian, who smiles and nods as he listens to them. He then looks over at Sine Mora before he begins to make his way down to the ring!

RANDY THE PILOT: Former PDW tag team champion in the house! But I don't see a partner…

Zack makes his way ringside and quickly goes up the steel steps before he enters the ring. After soaking in a couple more cheers, Jones walks over to Kaiser and grabs her microphone, a smile on his face. He then walks over to Flint and grabs her mic as well before taking a couple of steps back and staring the HKW World Tag Team champions.

ZACK JONES: I actually don't need two mics, I just needed to make sure you guys didn't have anything to speak into cause you've already said enough. Hell, more than enough, really.

Jones then tosses one of the mics out of the ring before he looks back at the champions.

ZACK JONES: Now, I was sitting in the back, waiting for you to finish your rant and get to the open challenge. But as you both spoke and aired out your grievances, I heard some things, but the only thing that really mattered was the fact that you just made an open challenge. And as you can see, I'm already dressed in my ring gear, and I'm ready to go.

Jones then points to the entranceway.

ZACK JONES: And so is he….

The lights then shut off, engulfing the entire arena in darkness. Once the lights come off, a man with black hair and a long black coat is standing next to Zack, who nearly jumps. The audience pops loudly as standing next to Zack Jones is none other than….INFERNO.

BRIAN MASON: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

JACK WARREN: HE CAN'T ROCK THAT BLACK COAT LIKE THE MAN CAN!

RANDY THE PILOT: AH SHIT! TEAM DLC IS BACK!!!

Zack blinks twice as he stared at his partner before leaning over to him and whispering into his mic.

ZACK JONES: You were supposed to make your actual entrance, not do the whole cliche lights out thing. Come on, man. This is your first night as an HKW talent, don't half ass it.

The audience cracks up as Zack then turns back to Sine Mora.

ZACK JONES: WELL, HERE WE ARE. What do you say? Sine Mora vs Team DL-

Jones does not get to finish as both he and Inferno are pulled down to the mat and dragged out of the ring….BY BALOU AND FROST OF RIP!

BRIAN MASON: What is this?!

RIP takes Team DLC and throws both men into the barricade before grabbing them again and tossing each of them into the steel steps! Balou and Frost then begin to back off, smiling as they managed to get the jump on Team DLC as Sine Mora watches on, unimpressed before the scene fades out.

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WHISPER VIPERI: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the captain for BRAND WARS AT DIVINE SUPREMACY!

The intro to Powerman 5000's "Riot Time" filled the building and the fans erupt as Jinzai ran out onto the stage, fired up and ready to compete as he began playing to the crowd. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. He walked down the aisle way, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the isle as he looks up at the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, From New York City, weighing in at 201 Pounds, JINZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI!!!

His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He smiles as he begins singing the chorus of his entrance music along with the crowd.

What's mine is mine
What's yours is mine
You must understand
That this ain't a crime
No turning back
When you cross the line
People c'mon
IT'S RIOT TIME!


He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he waited for his opponents to arrive.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponents first…..

"House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way from Chicago, Illinois…..NICOLLLLLLLE HAMILLLLLLTTTTTTOOON!

Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent…….From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds…...THE HUMAN PINK SLIP…..JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXONNNNN QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!

After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits for Fran to make her entrance…..

Suddenly stagehands began speaking to Whisper on the side….She nodded then made her way back to the center of the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: We’ve just recieved word that Fran is has REFUSED to compete in this match. Fran has left the arena and is on route to one of the company buses. She will NOT be competing tonight because she has been quoted as saying that she won’t settle for any scraps. She won’t settle for anything less than the World Title shot she deserves.

Jinzai shook his head at the news. Jaxon seemed less concerned about that, and more concerned with becoming Captain himself.

WHISPER VIPERI: So….Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is NOW a triple threat match to determine who will be the CAPTAIN of Team Defiance in the Divine Supremacy Brand War!!!

MATCH SEVEN: TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Jaxon Queen vs. Nicole Hamilton vs. Jinzai

DING! DING!! DING!!!


Jaxon, Nicole, and Jinzai couldn’t let the dynamic of the contest changing effect them in any way, shape or form. They all had a big opportunity to take advantage of here tonight. The chance to lead the whole red brand into battle against the blue brand, and bring Defiance the win they couldn’t grab the previous year.

Nicole took the moment to slide out of the ring, waving both Jinzai and Jaxon off completely. It was apparent that she had no interest in locking up with either of those former World Tag Team Champions at this point.

JACK WARREN: Nicole playing it smart.

BRIAN MASON: SHE JUST WANTS TO TAKE ADVANTAGE WHEN THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!!

JACK WARREN: No shit Sherlock…

Two familiar faces, Jaxon Queen and Jinzai, found themselves doing battle once again. As two pioneers of the HKW Tag Team Division they were quite familiar with one another stylistically. Instead of the lock up Jinzai charged straight at Queen and began lashing away at his chest with Knife Edged Chops! Queen took a swing at Jinzai! The Super Saiyan ducked under the powerful arm of Queen! Once the former World Tag Team Champion Jaxon turned back around,

JERMAINE MARKS: Watch out watch out bruh!

Jin was already in the air!! He wrapped his legs around the neck of The Human Ends Meet Snatcher taking him down to the canvas with a Standing Fleeken Frankensteiner! Jinzai hooked the legs on Jaxon looking to get a pin early on…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jaxon got the shoulder up!

BRIAN MASON: I’LL ADMIT! Jinzai made a good choice keeping this fight fast paced! Jaxon is VERY dangerous when he slows things down to his speed and gets you with those suplexes. I WISH I WISH HE GOT FRAN!

Jinzai got back up to his feet while Jaxon was still on his back! He leaped up in the air and leaped up looking for the Standing Shooting Star Press! But Jaxon got the knees up! Queen turned Jin around and pinned him!

ONE!

TW-Jin kicks out!

JACK WARREN: Idiot, trying to be all fucking flashy backfired.

Jaxon floated over and grabbed the legs of Jinzai! He held them up and them stepped inside.

JERMAINE MARKS: He’s looking for the Sharpshooter bruh!

Queen turned around, due to having to make a rotation to get the move locked on completely but Jinzai kicked Queen into the ropes! Jinzai charged towards him! Only to fall right into the grasp of Queen! Jaxon trapped Jin and tossed him right over the ropes with a Belly To Belly Suplex! Jinzai crumbled to the outside floor!

JERMAINE MARKS: That’s ring awareness, Jaxon knew that could do double damage to Jin.

Jaxon turned around looking to exit the ring to go after the former HKW Hybrid Champion. Nicole Hamilton popped up on the apron! People booed the fact that she inserted herself at a great time (for her)! Nicole used the third rope to lay in a Lift Kick to the face of Queen! Jaxon stumbled back to the center of the ring!

JACK WARREN: That’s the fucking captain of Team Defiance right there. Doing what she has to do in order to win unless these jackasses!

Nicole took advantage of the moment and climbed up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle! She measured Jaxon! He got up to his feet! Nicole leaped off for the Diving Crossbody on the former Tag Team Champion of the World! Nicole hooked a leg on Jaxon looking to mark her name down in the history books as a Team Captain!

BRIAN MASON: Nicole’s looking to make history for herself here! She wants to lead Team Defiance!

The referee dropped down to make the count,

ONE!

TWO!

Th-JAXON rolled back!

Jaxon rolled through the Diving Crossbody, and extremely hard counter to execute that took a LOT of core strength to complete. Queen held Nicole in horizontal position! He fell back and dropped Nicole with a Fallaway Slam! While Queen was still down Jinzai was seen flying off the top rope!

He laid an Elbow Drop right onto the stomach of the former Bloodlust Champion, Nicole Hamilton!

BRIAN MASON: WHERE’D THAT COME FROM?!?!?

JERMAINE MARKS: BRUH!! I didn’t even see Jin get up there this boy is quick!

Jinzai hooked both of Nicole’s legs!

ONE!

TWO!

Jaxon pulled Jinzai off Nicole! Queen held Jinzai in German Suplex position! He then delivered a SHARP German Suplex to Jinzai! Queen bridged it into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!


THRE-NO! Nicole rammed her head right into the bridge breaking up the pin! Jaxon got back to his feet, as did Nicole! Queen tried the Lariat! Nicole ducked and hit a Spin Kick on Jaxon followed by a pin attempt of her own!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Queen got the shoulder up.


JACK WARREN: She’s a crazy bitch for real, man. That Nicole. Ready to break her neck for this win.

Half of the crowd began cheered for Queen to get up. Another half began cheering for Jinzai to get up! Then all of them pleaded for Nicole to just stay down! Much to their happiness, Jinzai was the first one to get back to his feet! He began climbing to the top turnbuckle. Possibly looking for that 630 senton he turned to for these types of situations!

JERMAINE MARKS: Jin’s looking for something big time yawl #franvoice!
BRIAN MASON: UGH! DON’T SAY THAT, MARKS!

As Jinzai measured the situation Nicole bursted up and knocked him right off the turnbuckle to the outside floor!!! The audience began to boo!

JACK WARREN: That’s why it’s called high risk you nitwit! A gamble! I never gambled with my career, that’s why I’m a former World Heavyweight Champion!

Nicole then turned to the rising Queen! She ran towards him and began to wrap herself around him for the Octopus Hold she called THE CRAZY TRAIN! But Queen spun her right back out of it! Nicole landed on her feet! She ran towards Jax right into JAXED 2.0!!!!

BRIAN MASON: HIT HIT JAXED 2.0!!!!!!

Queen went for the pin! Jaxon looked to gain a HIGHLY sought after position as the leader of the Red Brand! Something he could claim for years to come!

JACK WARREN: God damn you’re a moron, Mase. This one’s over though.

ONE!

TWO!



THREE!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here’s your winner by way of pinfall and the 2016 Captain of Team Defiance for Divine Supremacy…...JAAAAAAAAXONNNNNNN QUEEEEEEEEEEN!

Nicole laid out on the canvas still stunned by Jaxed 2.0. Jinzai was just now getting up on the outside floor, looking bummed out. Jaxon got his hand raised by the referee! He was pretty pumped about the fact that he would LEAD Defiance at Divine Supremacy. Team Defiance now BEGAN with JAXON QUEEN!

The scene faded on the masses chanting Jaxon’s name…..

WINNER: Jaxon Queen via Pinfall (9:31)
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The scene opened up backstage where Lance was seen inside the Salt Lake City Reapers Hangout, Dead Man’s Bar. He took a few shots and looked down at the cut that was placed before him. Chance Frost entered the bar shortly after and nods to the other members in the club. He walks over and pats Lance on the back and chuckles as he sees the cut.

CHANCE FROST: Well, well, well. Today’s the big day huh?

LANCE WINTERS: YEP. HE EARNED it I think. Been doing a lot of good things FOR THE CLUB.

CHANCE FROST: Yeah the kid sure has.

LANCE WINTERS: Anyways. WHAT DID you want to talk about?

Frost calls for a beer and clears his throat.

CHANCE FROST: Kyan.

LANCE WINTERS: What about em? PLEASE TELL ME he didn’t GET LOCKED UP again?!

CHANCE FROST: No! No nothing like that, brother. Just think it’s about time he get outta playing in kiddy land and come up and join the rest of the club. We’re on a roll right now. We back in control of this shit. Perfect time for Kyan to be with his brothers.

Lance rubs his cheeks and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: You know, I’VE BEEN thinking the SAME THING. I’LL TALK TO EM.

Chance nods and looks at his watch.

LANCE WINTERS: You told the kid to meet us here right?

CHANCE FROST: Yeah, he should be on the way Prez. Don’t worry.

A hyped up and raged filled Odyn Davel Balou storms into the Reapers hangout wearing nothing but a pair blue jeans and black Timberland boots.

ODBIII: You SEE these motherfuckers?! TEAM DLC?! WHAT THE HELL IS TEAM DLC? DICK LESBIAN CUNT IS WHAT DLC IS MEANS!

Odyn slams the door to the bar shut and grabs the first beer he sees off of some random guy's table. The guy looks ready to say something, but he decides against and watches ODB take down a full beer in one chug.

ODBIII: No motherfucker is cut in line. This bullshit.

Balou looks around the hangout, glaring right over at Chance and Lance with the Reapers cut.

ODBIII: I am not sure what is go on here, but I am ready to go bring the pain to Team Don’t Line Cut motherfuckers. WHO IS WITH ME?!

Chance turns over to Odyn and grins.

CHANCE FROST: You know I’m with you but first...We got something for you.

Lance turns around after taking another shot.

LANCE WINTERS: You know KID YOU’VE DONE some good things for the club since bringing you in. YOU NEVER SHIED away from getting YOUR HANDS dirty when we had to do a JOB and I like that. You’ve done well for yourself.

CHANCE FROST: Me, The VP and Prez been doing some talking and..Well I think it’s time you dropped that prospect cut.

Lance turns back around grabbing the cut with the patch of a “Man of Mayhem” patch on it along with Odyn’s name.

LANCE WINTERS: Congratulations Odyn. YOU ARE NOW A servant of GRIM. Welcome brother.

Balou looks at the cut wide-eyed, reaching out to grab it before he holds it up in front of his own face.

ODBIII: Oh shit…

The fighter from the Congo spins it around to his back and throws it on, staring down at the “Man of Mayhem” patch with a smirk on his face.

ODBIII: I am official Reaper now? I am no longer have to bring the beers to club meetings? I can still do this no problem because I am able to drink these.

Land and Chance nod.

CHANCE FROST: Yep. You’re one of us brother. Congrats.

LANCE WINTERS: Proud to have YOU WITH US KIDDO. Now...I BELIEVE YOU AND the snowman HAVE SOME Dickens Low’s Corn to eat. That’s...THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE CALLED RIGHT?

Odyn shrugs, his eyes still on the patch on the cut.

ODBIII: I think is Derby Light Conditioner.

CHANCE FROST: Damon’s Less Crispy?

Lance looks as if he was going to say another possible name but shakes his head.

LANCE WINTERS: No..NO FUCK IT. Go. Go out there and GET IT done. Tonight’s gonna be a good night for you and the hometown boy. MAKE ME PROUD boys. Make me proud.

Chance and ODB nod. They then turn to leave as the scene begins to fade away.

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The woman who has the power over the World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase, regardless of Brandon Banks holding it, Felicity Banks finally breaks her silence on the breathtaking family situation that has taken the wrestling world by storm.

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Wishes will be granted when HKW’s go to superstar...The standard bearer, Felicity, tells all to the fans as well as the host of The Rune Chronicle, none other than one of the most popular stars on the British Wrestling scene - Zelda Rune.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and it is a CHAMPION VS CHAMPION MATCH!

The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up, holding [whatever title he has currently]. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back, holding his title up as pyro goes off behind him.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first! From the City of Philadelphia… he is the HKW BLOODLUST CHAMPION! BRIIIIIIIIAN STRYYYYYYYYYYYYYKER!

He makes his way down the ramp, putting his belt over his shoulder as he slaps the front plate a few times. When he gets to the ring, he walks up the steel steps, climbing the turnbuckle. He takes the belt and holds it high as he stands there for a moment before leaping into the ring. He lands on his feet as he kisses the front plate real quick before placing it on the mat, before kneeling in the corner closing his eyes as he waits for his opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent…

The heavy opening riff of STVORE’s Sgori [Burn] starts up on the sound system and Viktor Volkov steps out from behind the curtain. With his flask engraved with a snarling wolf in one hand, Volkov uses his free hand to take a drag from his already lit cigarette.

WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, measuring 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 223 pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is Reaper In Pride’s Hell Raiser, AND THE HKW WORLD CHAMPION… RED WOLF, VIKTOR VOLKOV!!!

With his usual stoic expression, Viktor begins to walk down to the ring, taking a couple of swigs from his flask along the way before disposing of his cigarette. Pulling himself up to the apron the ‘Red Wolf’ enters the ring, almost reluctantly handing his flask to the referee before he removes his Reapers In Pride cut and places it under a turnbuckle. Viktor then takes the center of the ring, intimidatingly pacing back and forth as his music begins to fade.

BRIAN MASON: Big matchup, guys! Champion vs champion!

JACK WARREN: Thanks doctor obvious. And does Stryker have ANY chance of winning this? Nope.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know, bruh. He’s been on a roll lately.

JACK WARREN: Yeah? Well that roll ends tonight when he gets knocked out by the WORLD CHAMPION!

MAIN EVENT: CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION
Brian Stryker vs. Viktor Volkov

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!


The match gets started with Stryker checking out the cast on Volkov’s arm while Volkov grins and motions for the Bloodlust champion to bring it. Stryker shrugs his shoulders and charges forward, attempting a running front dropkick but Volkov side steps out of the way. Volkov waits for Stryker to scatter up to his feet before he pushes forward and pushes Stryker back against the corner.

Volkov begins driving his knees directly into Stryker’s midsection, not stepping until the referee counts to four. Volkov glances over at the referee and tells him ‘fuck your rules’ before he turns back to Stryker, only to eat a vicious elbow shot from the Bloodlust champion! Volkov staggers back, giving Stryker enough space to come forward and take Volkov down with a running hurricanrana!

BRIAN MASON: There’s the opening Stryker needed! The last thing he wants to be backed is backed into corner with an olympic boxer.

JACK WARREN: An Olympic boxer that has a cast on his hand too.

Stryker waits for Volkov to get to a knee before he bounces off the ropes and lands a quick single leg dropkick right to the World champions face! Stryker immediately makes the cover…

ONE!


T--KICKOUT!

Volkov emphatically kicks out at two, getting Stryker to continue his attack. The Bloodlust champion mounts over top of Volkov and begins pummeling away on him with right hands, but Volkov manages to reach up with the cast covered hand, and uppercuts the HELL out of Stryker!

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn! His neck snapped back!

Stryker goes face first into the canvas, but the shot hurt Volkov’s already injured hand a bit as well. The World champion shakes off the pain and goes to roll Stryker onto his back to make the cover, but he accidentally rolls Stryker far enough for Stryke to roll right out of the ring!

JACK WARREN: Dumbass Russian.

Volkov slaps the mat in frustration with his non-casted hand and rolls out of the ring after Stryker. He pulls the Bloodlust champion up to his feet, but Stryker connects with a vicious european uppercut of his own, then proceeds to smash Volkov’s face off the apron!

ONE!


TWO!

Stryker ignores the referee’s ten count and pulls Volkov away from the ring, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the ramp. Stryker measures it up and looks to hit an exploder suplex on Volkov!

THREE!


FOUR!

But Volkov blasts Stryker with a fury of elbows to the face, getting Stryker to back off! Volkov pushes forward and attempts a spinning backfist with the casted hand, but Stryker ducks it and blasts Volkov with a jumping knee to the face!

FIVE!


SIX!

Volkov stumbles back toward the apron, giving Stryker the space to run forward, but Volkov pops him up into the air, getting Stryker to land face and throat first against the apron!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch! That looked nasty!

RANDY THE PILOT: Stryker neck look like it snapped twice now.

JACK WARREN: And the referee’s about to count both of these dumbasses out. Good stuff. I wonder if the fans miss me yet? I mean Brian fucking Stryker’s main eventing a Defiance.

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn… where that come from?

SEVEN!


EIGHT!

Not wanting to win via countout, Volkov pulls Stryker up from the floor and slides him into the ring. Volkov follows in after and proceeds to choke the life out of Stryker, using up the entire five count from the referee. Volkov reaches down grabbing Styker by the hair lifting him up to his feet. Getting him into position Volkov lifts Styker into the air over his head in a military press position, before dropping the Bloodlust champion face first to the canvas. Volkov immediately goes back on the offensive reigning down heavy shots with his cast on Stryker. Volkov beats Stryker until he’s practically motionless, then goes for a cover.

ONE!




TWO!




THR-NO!

Stryker manages to kick out, as the HKW World Champion gives a quick glance towards the official before pulling Stryker to his feet once more. Volkov tosses Stryker’s arm over his head, before lifting him for a vertical suplex. Stryker manages to wiggle himself free however, he drops to his feet behind him, and brings Volkov down hard with a hanging neckbreaker. Both men are down on the canvas as the crowd roars its approval for Stryker.

BRIAN MASON: Stryker finally managed to stem the tide with a nice counter there.

JACK WARREN: Took him long enough, it’s not like Volkov is winning any awards for his intellect.

Stryker is slow to reach his feet, but manages to get to his feet before Volkov. As Volkov reaches his feet Stryker charges taking the Russian over with a snap hurricanrana! Keeping the momentum going Stryker hits the ropes at full speed, then comes down on the grounded Volkov with a running shooting star press into a cover!

ONE!


TWO!

THRE---- NO!


Volkov manages to roll his shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. Stryker gets to his feet rubbing the back on his head and neck, after the quick flurry. Stryker looks down at Volkov before heading towards the apron. Stryker waits on him to get to his feet, shaking the ropes with anticipation. Volkov gets to his feet facing the opposite direction, then staggers slightly as he turns around looking for his opponent. Stryker springboards to the top rope, then leaps at Volkov who manages to sidestep him, and almost behead Stryker with a Lariat. The crowd gasps as Stryker’s head snaps back hitting the canvas.

RANDY THE PILOT: Oh my God, he just killed Stryker

Volkov turns over to see Stryker clutching the back of his head and neck yet again. Turning Stryker over onto his back Volkov makes a cover.

BRIAN MASON: This might be it, that shot was devastating.

ONE!



TWO!


THRE---NO!

Stryker manages to lift his shoulder barely off the canvas, as Volkov just looks down at him shaking his head.

JACK WARREN: There’s a fine line between stupidity and bravery. Thinking Brian crossed that line long ago.

Volkov stalks Stryker, waiting on him to get to his feet, as Stryker gets to one knee, Volkov lands a stiff jab almost taunting him. Stryker manages to stumble to his feet. Volkov easily reaches over, and toss Stryker over his shoulder. Out of desperation, Stryker pushes himself free, then grabs Volkov by the shoulder, when Volkov turns he’s met with a cutter that drives him face first into the canvas!

BRIAN MASON: Again Stryker with a counter that allows him to stop the onslaught!


RANDY THE PILOT: No one’s questioning Stryker’s heart.

JACK WARREN: His logic however is highly questionable. And he’s ugly

Stryker stands up with a burst of adrenaline, going back to the apron, then ascends to the top rope. He grimaces, before stepping out onto the top rope and walking across it. Volkov gets to his feet only to be met by a flying crossbody from Stryker.

BRIAN MASON: Flight of the Valkyries!

Stryker hooks both legs just as they go up and watches the referee slide into position to make the count!

ONE!



TWO!


BRIAN MASON: Stryker just beat the cha--


THRRRRRRRRRR-NO!

JACK WARREN: No he didn’t!

Volkov gets his shoulder right as the referee’s hand was about to touch the canvas. Stryker looks over at the referee with the three fingers up, the referee flashing back two! Stryker wipes the sweat from his face and looks down at the cast on Volkov’s arm.

He immediately holds the arm out and looks to drive his knee into it, but Volkov rakes Stryker’s eyes with his free hand to get the Bloodlust champion to back away. Both champions scramble up to their feet and wait for the other to attack, but neither budges! Volkov waves Stryker on, but Stryker does the same back -- only Volkov obliges! He charges forward and goes for a massive lariat, but Stryker ducks out of the way…

BRIAN MASON: MY GOD!

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh!

Volkov nearly decapitates the referee with the lariat, inadvertently knocking him out cold! Volkov stares down at the referee and turns around right into jumping enziguri from Stryker! Volkov falls to a knee, then bounces off the ropes for a big move, but he gets derailed by a HELLACIOUS RED HAMMER FROM BIG VIK!

JACK WARREN: Game over!

Volkov drops back down to his knees and then lays back against Stryker for the cover…

… but the referee’s down!

RANDY THE PILOT: The referee’s union will hear about this, bruh. This match should be over right now!

Volkov crawls over toward the referee and tries to revive him, not realizing that a cameraman had shadily made his way onto the ring apron!

JACK WARREN: There’s something off about the cameraman. I’ve been thinking that since this match got started…

The cameraman drops the camera into the ring and lowers his sweatshirt hood, pulling off his sunglasses and down on his turtleneck to reveal none other than the FORMER HKW WORLD CHAMPION, SHANE ATWATER!

BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD! SHANE IS HERE! THE FORMER HKW CHAMPION IS HERE AFTERALL!

JACK WARREN: I knew there was something up with that cameraman!

The crowd goes crazy as Shane enters the ring, picks the camera back up and waits for Volkov to turn around! The big Russian gets curious as to why the fans were going nuts, then turns around…

WHAM!!!

Atwater smashes the camera so hard off of Volkov’s head it goes shattering into six different pieces!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn. Them cameras are expensive, bruh.

JACK WARREN: AND SHANE ATWATER IS STILL A STOOGE!

Blood begins dripping down Volkov’s as his lifeless body hits the mat, Atwater dragging Stryker’s arm over top of Volkov before he moves over toward the referee. Shane slaps the referee in the face a couple times to make him up, then drags him in the direction of Stryker pinning Volkov! Shane immediately exits the ring, the referee looking up to see Stryker with his hand draped over the HKW World champion!

ONE!









TWO!




















THREE!!!!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… BRIAN STRYKER!

The crowd goes wild as “Red Flag” fills the arena speakers, Stryker and Volkov both knocked out in the middle of the ring. The camera transitions over to a smirking Shane Atwater, who makes his way over toward the timekeeper’s area and grabs a hold of the HKW World championship.

JACK WARREN: THIEF! HE’S GONNA STEAL THE TITLE!

RANDY THE PILOT: You be gettin’ on my nerves tonight, bruh.

JACK WARREN: I DON’T CARE! I HATE SHANE ATWATER!

Atwater stares at the title before he slides into the ring and stares down at the bloody and knocked out HKW World champion. Using his foot, Atwater pushes Stryker off of Volkov before he steps over his rivals body and says something directly to his face, holding the championship up in the air as he did so.

BRIAN MASON: What did he say?!

JACK WARREN: That he’s a cheat.

Shane lays the World championship down on Volkov’s body and yells out “That title’s coming home soon” before he exits the ring, both competitors inside the ring never moving an inch as Defiance comes to a close.

WINNER: Brian Stryker via pinfall (10:12)
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