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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]XLVIII[/color]; LIVE! From the KeyArena in Seattle, Washington
Topic Started: Jul 4 2016, 10:25 PM (875 Views)
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Location: Seattle, Washington
Venue: KeyArena
Network: HBO


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

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"Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers.

The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head.

He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and then reaches over the top rope for one of the employees to hand him a microphone.

LUKE WISIA: LADIES AND DOUCHES…. YOUR NO LIMITS CHAMPEEEEEEEEEEEEEN…. LUKE WORLDWIDE WISIA TAKIN’ THE GLOBE BY STORM!

He laughs at his own joke, but the fans continue to rain down boos on the RIP member and champion. Wisia gives a shrug of the shoulders and raises the microphone back up to his lips.

LUKE WISIA: Shut yalls fuckin’ mouths, bruh. I came out here to give ya a gift. I came out here to show yall what kinda No Limits Champion I’m gonna be. I came out here to show you why I’m gonna be the greatest champion of this century, all in a fifteen minute span. And this is the respect yall give me? I promised that I was gonna defend my title tonight and I’m gonna do just that.

The crowd pops some, but not in excitement of Luke defending his championship, more to see who he planned on defending it against.

JACK WARREN: Now this is what I’m talking about. All this hate towards Luke, but he’s willing to defend his title and then go into a match against Aries tonight. That speaks volumes the MAN to the No Limits Champion.

RANDY THE PILOT: Wonder who he got in mind.

BRIAN MASON: Something doesn’t seem right about this, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Wisia is a vile human being.

Back in the ring, Luke starts to pace the canvas with the title strapped around his waist.

LUKE WISIA: I ain’t even gotta defend this title tonight, but after I look at my resume, I thought to myself… it’s time that I prove how amazin’ I am once again. What more can I do that I haven’t already done in the last year? Held the HKW GO briefcase. Turned Kol into the monster that he is today. The Felicity Flatliner. War Games Guru. Does defendin’ my title really cement a legacy that I’m creatin’ for this championship? You Goddamn right it does.

BRIAN MASON: Nice of him to remind us of all that again…

LUKE WISIA: I’m bringin’ this title to new heights and gonna do shit with it that you ain’t ever seen from a champion before. I don’t wanna be Colton. I don’t wanna be Fran. I don’t wanna be Felicity. I wanna be my own person and the only way to do that is to create my identity that comes with holdin’ a title like this. To show that I’m pound for pound one of the best technical wrestlers in this company, because a piece of that is represented in this championship. I’m more than just a pretty face, ya know?

He smirks to himself as the fans start to jeer again, anxious to see who this mystery opponent and why Luke keeps bragging instead of doing what he promised - wrestle.

LUKE WISIA: HEYYYYYYOOOOOOOO! I’m done serenadin’ you hoas. Yall wanna know who my number one contender is? Yall wanna know who I’m gonna defend this title against… RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!?

The crowd pops once again.

LUKE WISIA: Alright then… I will be defendin’ my No Limits Championship against…

Wisia turns to the announcer’s table and points towards the man in the middle.

LUKE WISIA: You.

The camera turns to the announcer’s table as all three men look shocked, but Warren looks to his left, and Randy looks to his right as they’re both staring at Brian Mason now.

BRIAN MASON: What? Me…? Is he pointing at me?

RANDY THE PILOT: He pointin’ at you, bruh. It’s your time, Mase.

JACK WARREN: Brian Mason, get your ass in that ring right now, you got a chance at the No Limits Championship. Get in there before I get in there for you.

Wisia is still waiting in the middle of the ring as he takes off his casual wear and starts to prep for a match, handing his title over to the referee.

BRIAN MASON: I can’t wrestle!! I know Luke has had a grudge against me for a year now, but this is absurd! I’m a commentator!

JACK WARREN: GET YOUR ASS IN THERE AND BE THE MAN!

Brian puts down his headphones and slowly makes his way in front of the ring as the referee leans forward on the ropes to ask Mason if he’s accepting the challenge. Mason looks confused, but takes the steps to the ring regardless as the fans start to go crazy for the Defiance commentator.

Wisia is standing in his corner with a smile on his face as Brian unbuttons the top of his button up, looking around the ring like he’s lost on what to do until the referee tells Mason to back up into his corner. Luke starts to jump on the balls of his feet as he’s mouthing something in Brian’s direction, then the bell goes off to signal the start of the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Wisia crosses the ring automatically and locks right up with Brian Mason as he quickly throws down the commentator with a STO to the boos from the crowd. Wisia pops back up to his feet and raises his arms to the audience, looking down at his prey and licking his lips. He grabs Mason by the hair and stands him back up to a vertical position, then puts the man back down with a lungblower, causing Mason to roll off towards the ropes, Wisia not even thinking about a pin.

RANDY THE PILOT: This ain’t seem like a good idea afterall. Did we just help feed Brian to the wolves?

JACK WARREN: For as much smack that Mason has talked about Luke through this year, it was only a matter of time. I’d be a liar to say I didn’t want to see it either.

Luke slowly walks towards Brian and lifts him back to his feet, and sizes the man up… BANK SHOT! Mason has spit fly into the air as he falls backwards onto the mat, almost knocked out completely, and very slowly rolling to his side.

JACK WARREN: L-O-L!

RANDY THE PILOT: Man… this ain’t right. That’s the match. No surprise.

But Wisia doesn’t go for the pin as he just starts to die laughing in the middle of the ring. Luke falls back into the ropes, holding his gut, and hunched over as he snorts in laughter. He then walks back towards Brian and forces the man back up to his feet and whips him into the corner, following it up with a swinging neckbreaker after Mason hits the turnbuckle. Mason is using the rope to pull himself back up to a knee, but can’t seem to find his feet. Just as he finally turns around… sling blade from Wisia!

RANDY THE PILOT: Just pin him, Luke. I have to work with this guy in the future.

JACK WARREN: It has been a long time coming, Randy.

Luke drops to his knees and pretends to start pleading to the motionless body of Brian Mason. He then starts to laugh again, putting his hands up to his face and wiping away a tear. After climbing back to his feet, Wisia grabs Mason by the back of the shirt collar and forces the man back to his feet once again.

Wisia hits the ropes and comes back with a massive tornado kick that turns Mason inside-out on the canvas! Wisia leans back on his knees and spreads his arms to the crowd that’s showing him a ton of hate echoing throughout the arena.

LUKE WISIA: THIS IS WHAT MASON WANTED! ALL THAT SHIT TALK HAS LED TO THIS MOMENT! HE GONNA LEARN TODAY!

More boos from the crowd subdue what Luke is yelling at them as he peers over his shoulder to the downed commentator. Wisia strolls over to Brian and puts him in an ankle lock that causes Mason to start thrashing around on the mat.

He lets go of the ankle lock as Mason is very slow to climb back to his feet again, but when he does, Luke lashes out with springboard tornado back elbow! Mason is down and out for the count as Luke just stands over him, breathing heavily, and a sly grin forms across his face.

Luke reaches down and puts Mason into a headlock, trying to choke the man out as the referee slides into position, hearing Mason talk under his breath.

BRIAN MASON: I… quit… I quit….

LUKE WISIA: NO HE DOESN’T! DON’T YOU DARE RING THAT FUCKIN’ BELL! HE QUITS WHEN I SAY HE FUCKIN’ QUITS!

Wisia pulls the headlock in more as Mason is losing breath, the referee wanting to call for the bell, but the look on Wisia’s face tells the referee that he better not. The ref is torn on what do, but he doesn’t call for the bell. Mason seems to be knocked out as suddenly a man comes charging down the ramp!

RANDY THE PILOT: Someone end this, for the love of God.

JACK WARREN: Who the hell is that?!

Jinzai is standing at ringside now, yelling at Luke that he’s taking this grudge too far. Luke releases the hold on Mason and stands up, glaring at Jinzai at ringside.

JINZAI: This is too much, Luke! End the match or I’ll end it for you!

LUKE WISIA: YOU WANT SOME OF THIS SHIT, TOO!?! GET IN THIS RING AND SEE IF I DON’T MAKE YOU MASON’S PRISON BITCH!

Wisia is leaning over the ropes now as him and Jinzai are exchanging words. As the two are arguing back and forth, Mason stride forward and pulls Luke into a small package that causes the crowd to jump to their feet in excitement!


ONE!









TWO!









THREEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!


At the very last moment, Luke kicks his feet wildly to break the pinfall and rolls to his knees, wide eyed and staring right at Mason, who almost just pinned the No Limits Champion. Luke then turns his head towards Jinzai and says “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” in his direction as Wisia stands back to his feet, keeping his head on a swivel for both men distracting him from the match.

RANDY THE PILOT: OH MY GOD! MASE ABOUT DID IT! HE JUST ABOUT PINNED THE NO LIMITS CHAMPION!

JACK WARREN: Will someone PLEASE do something about Jinzai at ringside. He’s just being a damn distraction and ruining my moment of watching Mason get his head torn off.

Jinzai is slapping the mat, saying something to Luke, then throwing some words of encouragement in Brian’s direction. Jinzai starts to walk around the side of the ring until an unknown figure jumps from the barrier with the SWAG-OUT! James Shark is now seen standing over Jinzai as he punched the man into the steel steps. Shark then gives a side glance at Luke in the ring, giving him a nod.

JACK WARREN: James Shark, baby!

Wisia sees that Jinzai is now out of the picture and turns to Mason, who is slowly shaking his head at the No Limits Champion. A snarl forms across Luke’s face as he slowly walks toward Brian, locking up, and whipping the commentator into the ropes. On the return…. BANK SHOT!

Luke is now standing over Mason as he puts a foot on the announcer, pointing to the mat as the referee slides into position for the count.


ONE!








TWO!











THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!


DING! DING! DING!

Luke looks around to the jeering audience as the referee hands him his No Limits Championship, causing Wisia to force the title into the air in victory. He then looks over to the side at James Shark, who is staring back at Luke, then Jinzai on the ground who has rolled over to the barrier, trying to get back to his feet.

RANDY THE PILOT: Well, this got interesting real quick. Jinzai with the distraction. James Shark as the problem solver. Luke Wisia with the win and title defense over Brian Mason.

JACK WARREN: Honestly have no fucking idea what just happened. This descended into chaos.

Luke and Shark continue to stare at each other as Wisia rolls Brian out of his ring and thrusts the No Limits Championship in Shark’s direction, then saying something to Jinzai on the ground. The crowd grows anxious as Jinzai leans on the barrier and is looking at both men now, all of them exchanging glances at each other. Finally, Luke turns away from the pair of them, and Brian Mason, and climbs the turnbuckle to more hate from the fans, yelling out towards them, but it’s being drowned out on what he’s saying.

WINNER AND STILL NO LIMITS CHAMPION: LUKE WISIA (5:02)

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, panning over one of the many equipment boxes that line the hall on show days. It’s what’s on top of this particular box, however, that’s important:

The shattered pieces of a very heavy, very expensive HD camera. The same heavy, expensive HD camera that found it’s way directly into Viktor Volkov’s face. Standing behind the pile of broken parts is the man who did the deed himself, the former HKW World Champion, Shane Atwater. He looks down at the pile of broken parts, picking up a piece of the lense housing and turning it over in his hands before dropping it back with the rest of the pieces.

SHANE ATWATER: It’s amazing what you have to do to get someone’s attention sometimes.

A hint of a smile crosses Atwater’s face, replaced by that same bitter look.

SHANE ATWATER: I told you, Viktor. I told you we weren’t finished. And I told you I wanted what you owed me. But...

He runs a hand over the camera, shaking his head.

SHANE ATWATER: Sometimes you’ve got to take drastic measures to get your point across. After all, that’s how you got your shot at me, right? Laying me out with a sneak attack. This right here, Vik...this is just the simple escalation of hostilities. You took what’s mine, and I needed to declare my intent.

Pause.

SHANE ATWATER: So I did.

Shane turns another piece of the camera in his hand, rubbing his thumb over a splotch of dried blood in the process.

SHANE ATWATER: I can’t say I’m as pleased with the outcome as I would like to be. I think I deserved a one-on-one rematch for that championship...for MY championship...a chance to put Red Wolf down again man-to-man...just like any former champion. But it’s Divine Supremacy time, and Romeo wants it even bigger than ever for the Defiance side. So if that means I have to take my shot in that Chamber….So be it.

Atwater rubs his jaw, dropping the piece of camera back to the equipment box.

SHANE ATWATER: It may not be my environment. That doesn’t matter. It may not be the rightful one-on-one shot I was pursuing. THAT doesn’t matter. I may have to deal with not only the man with the most dangerous weapon in professional wrestling, but Brian Stryker, who parlayed the victory I handed into him into something even bigger...And anyone else Romeo Price decides to put into that monstrosity at well. Smart money, dumb money, all the money in the fucking world might be on anyone BUT Shane Atwater walking out of Divine Supremacy with the World Championship back around his waist...It. Doesn’t. Matter.

A grimace as he shakes his head.

SHANE ATWATER: You can stack every odd you want against me. Just like tonight. ODB III, Chance the RIP bag boy, handicap match...and I’m sure Vikky will be right there, waiting to pick the bones if he gets the chance, too. It doesn’t matter, just like the odds in the Chamber don’t matter. I didn’t come here, to be a one-and-done champion. I’m not in this business to burn-out that fast. And I am DAMN sure not going down in history as a footnote in Viktor Volkov’s rise to power. It may not be the way I wanted it, it may not be ideal, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m leaving Divine Supremacy, just like I’m leaving Key Arena tonight, when I pile a pair of bodies at the Red Wolf’s feet…..With my hand raised….And with the HKW World Championship around my waist.

He pauses, looking down at the broken camera once again with a glare.

SHANE ATWATER: ...By any means necessary.

With that, the camera pans back down before we cut back to ringside.

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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 arena's lights turn a dark red as the eerie opening piano cords of Nightwish's "Scaretale" begins. Shortly after, the voice of a small girl is heard singing a well known nursery rhyme.

"Ring-a-ring-a-rosies.
A pocket full of posies.
Atishoo atishoo.
We all fall down."


The song progressively gets louder until the twenty-eight second mark, when Defiance's newest addition, Raven Apollyon, steps onto the stage accompanied by a chorus of "la la la" sung in her theme song. Alongside her is an unknown man covered from head to toe in black, including a featureless mask.

BRIAN MASON: Tonight, we're gonna kick off the action with the in-ring debut of this very woman right here.

RANDY THE PILOT: We saw her last week, confronting Ashley Chase backstage for whatever reason.

BRIAN MASON: That's right, Randy. Her and this masked man accompanying her to the ring interrupted Ashley's scheduled interview time where she proceeded to rant about how Ashley, in her words, needed to grow some balls.

JACK WARREN: She's not wrong.

Raven keeps her attention focused solely on the ring and not her environment, the fans or even her masked partner, as the two of them creep down the ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, from Glen Lyon, Pennyslvania, and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is being accompanied by Big Brother, Raven Apollyon!

RANDY THE PILOT: Did she just say Big Brother?

BRIAN MASON: I believe she did, yes.

JACK WARREN: What, is it her big brother or is that his name? This is a weird ass company sometimes.

Raven slithers into the ring, under the bottom rope, while the now-identified "Big Brother" waits on the outside. Heading into the center of the ring, Apollyon proceeds to arch backwards, bending herself and throwing her arms to the side, allowing the camera to approach and get a good shot of her upside-down face. She looks into the camera and tilts her head slightly to the side, with a grin coming across her face.

JACK WARREN: Well, she's flexible.

Raven arches herself back up and waits as her music dies down. Once it's completely faded out, there's a few seconds of nothing but the crowd heard, before a backwards count from three goes off and the beat to "321" by Disciple begins. Lucian Snyder quickly steps through the curtain and stops at the top of the stage, nodding along to his theme music while the audience cheers.

BRIAN MASON: Raven's debut opponent will by this man, right here, who came up short recently on Subversion in a triple threat match, where he was pinned by Pax Mayson.

JACK WARREN: He lost, Brian. I hate this "came up short" shit. He lost, plain and simple.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, from the Netherlands and weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds, Lucian Snyder!

Lucian comes out onto the ramp focused on the match ahead. Once he reached ringside, Snyder hops up and down in front of the ring and then slides into it. He quickly climbs the nearest set of turnbuckles to the middle rope and nods his head some more. Following this, he hops back down to the canvas and runs the ropes, Raven looking on with an unimpressed expression. He ends his running with a kick to the air. The official checks to see if both participants are ready and calls for the bell.

BRIAN MASON: Alright, let's get the opening match started.

SINGLES MATCH
Raven Apollyon vs. Lucian Snyder

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The two competitors start off by circling one another, looking to find any possible weaknesses in their opposition. As they circle, they gradually pull closer to one another and, once Lucian notices they're close enough, he shoots off a rapid speed Roundhouse Kick attempt. Raven ducks under it, just barely in time, but the smile on Snyder's face insists that was nothing more than a warning shot. Quickly, Raven lunges forward and wraps her arms around Lucian's body, transitioning instantly behind him in a Waist Lock. Before she can attempt a German Suplex, Lucian rams his elbows into her forearms to cause her to let go of her grip and he swiftly spins around her and applies a Waist Lock of his own. The technically gifted wrestler lifts Apollyon into the air and slams her down in a traditional wrestling style. He quickly spins his body around and applies a lying Headlock. Raven, being as inexperienced as she is in the art of grappling and submissions, struggles to find a way to free herself from this predicament, eventually being able to just barely tap the bottom rope with her foot. The official tells Lucian to let go and, after being ignored, begins a count to five. Snyder releases the Headlock at four, knowing he had until then to get as much damage in as possible.

BRIAN MASON: Lucian's getting the better of Raven early on in this match.

JACK WARREN: They hardly did anything yet. A simple ass takedown is barely getting the better of someone.

The two get back to their feet relatively quickly and Raven, seemingly upset about being taken down so easily, decides to take her frustrations out on Lucian's face with a very stiff elbow strike that nails him in the cheekbone. The power of the strike catches Lucian off guard, but he responds with a second Roundhouse Kick attempt, this one also being ducked. Raven sneaks behind her opposition while dodging this time and she shoves, forcing him to stumble forwards into a corner of the ring. As he turns around, all he sees is Apollyon rushing towards him. He doesn't get any time to react before she steps up on the middle rope and catapults herself into a kick directly to the same cheekbone that her elbow shot struck just a moment ago, drilling her opponent with a cornered Gamengiri! She goes for the first pin attempt of the match.

ONE!

TW--Lucian kicks out before two.

BRIAN MASON: It's clear Raven isn't interesting in a grappling match. She just wants to hit.

RANDY THE PILOT: She got him in the fucking eye with that. Shit.

JACK WARREN: That's how you kick someone in the face right there.

Not taking the somewhat quick kick out too well, Apollyon stomps on Lucian's upper back as he's trying to get back to a vertical base. He manages to get up to a knee, but he doesn't get any further, as he's absolutely blasted in the same cheekbone once more, this time with a knee strike from the debuting wrestler. As the nasty strike lays him back out, Raven drags her heavier opponent, with only a small bit of trouble, until he's laid out in front of a corner of the ring. She then ascends that corner from inside, stepping onto the very top rope with her back to the ring. Showcasing her athleticism, Raven does a picture perfect back flip off of the top rope, looking to stomp her feet into Snyder's body with a Moonstomp, but he manages to roll out of the way in time. Raven does land on her feet, but the impact causes her to stumble a bit, allowing Lucian enough time to get back to his feet. He takes a few steps back and then rushes forward, bringing his foot up into a Yakuza Kick to the back of Raven's head that could damn near give her a concussion! She drops quickly and Lucian drapes himself over her and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--Raven, possibly having been knocked unconscious briefly, shoots back to life in time to kick out of the pin attempt. Snyder doesn't fret at the kick out like Raven did, instead going straight back to work on her. Her lifts the newcomer to her feet and drags her over to the closest corner of the ring, proceeding to push her into a seated position on top of it. He then pulls himself onto the middle rope, presumably to set up for a Superplex. Realizing the danger she's in, Apollyon fights back with a hard headbutt connecting with Lucian's forehead. Perhaps not the best form of attack after being kicked in the head, but effective nonetheless, Raven follows this up with a few more consecutive headbutts and Lucian is eventually knocked backwards off of the rope, stumbling about on his feet. Seeing her opportunity, Raven stands upright on the middle rope and leaps, wrapping her arms around Lucian's neck on the way down and spinning into a Tornado DDT! Despite having a golden opportunity to go for the pin after spiking her foe on his head, Raven instead gets back to her feet hurriedly. She raises her foot as high as she can and then stomps down hard on Snyder's stomach, causing him to shoot involuntarily into a seated position, which results in Raven's knee again cracking Lucian in the face and forcing him back down. She finishes this combination up by turning around and back flipping into a standing variation of the Moonstomp! Sure that this one is over, Apollyon goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--Lucian kicks out just in time!

JACK WARREN: No breaks. Not a single damn break for Lucian right there. He takes a Tornado DDT and then gets stomped, kneed in the face and two knees in the stomach. I like it.

BRIAN MASON: This young woman is certainly looking relentless in her attack.

On the outside of the ring, a fan tries to show encouragement for Lucian and get him back into this thing. That doesn't sit well with Raven, who instantly turns her attention to her. Instead of keeping her focus on the match currently happening, Raven takes this opportunity to shout some rather demeaning words towards the fan, not realizing that Lucian is getting up behind her as she does so. On the opposite side of the ring, the masked Big Brother looks on, not interfering. Once Raven's had enough shouting at the fan, she finally gets back into the match. She turns around and just narrowly avoids a possible loss as she ducks under the attempted Bicycle Knee Strike from Lucian and runs away from him, towards the ropes. Snyder quickly turns around just as Apollyon rebounds off of the ropes and she dashes straight in his direction, leaping into a Bicycle Knee Strike of her own that drills him in the head and knocks him straight down! After dodging his variation of the Bicycle Knee to land hers, Raven goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Her music plays as the bell tolls, signaling the end of the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, by pin-fall, Raven Apollyon!

BRIAN MASON: Impressive victory from the young rookie. She took her eyes off the ball for a second there, but she was fortunate enough to dodge Lucian's Bicycle Knee strike and respond with one of her own.

JACK WARREN: Did he come up short again, Brian? Don't answer that. It was rhetorical and no he didn't. He lost.

The official tries to raises Raven's hand in victory, but she pulls away from him, preferring to celebrate without his aid. Lucian slides out of the ring. The man identified earlier as Big Brother enters the ring with a microphone in hand. He hands it to Raven as her music quiets down.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Raven Apollyon. This guy standing next to me? His name isn't important. What he does is important. For the sake of discussion, you can call him Big Brother. As for what he does, now's not really the time to talk about that. Why not? Because I just kicked someone's ass and I wanna talk about that! I met someone here a few weeks ago, an Ashley Chase.

The fans cheer lightly for the mention of Ashley. Raven looks at Big Brother and shakes her head.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Fucking sheep, man. Ashley Chase is what's wrong with this business. She's one of many ass kissing losers who will never make a name for herself because she's too busy trying to make names for other people. God, it sickens me to think that this is what the industry has devolved into. Where are the people who put themselves first? Where are the people who want to make themselves shine? Hell, where are the people who just wanna step out into a ring like this and just kick some fucking ass? I'll tell you where. Right here. The back of my head hurts a hell of a lot from Lucian kicking the shit out of it a moment ago and that's just the way I love it. I love it because it doesn't hurt anywhere near as much as his face.

Raven looks out of the ring at Lucian, smirking as she does so.

RAVEN APOLLYON: I've spent my time working through the smaller companies, making nickels and dimes for putting my body on the line and, you know what? I was perfectly content with that because those people I was making that shitty money with actually cared about fighting. They didn't care about making friends. I hated most of them on a personal level, but I respected them because we’d get into the ring and just beat the shit out of each other. That's what this industry should be, not a bunch of Ashley Chases. You know what the absolute best sound is? Not the clapping of you sheep, not the approving words of those whose asses you've kissed. The best sound in the world is the sound my knee makes when it connects with somebody's face. The best feeling is the pain of my knee damn near ripping out of its socket due to the sheer force from when it connects with somebody's face. Fuck popularity contests. Fuck being liked. Give me a fight over that shit any day. And a fight is exactly what I expect. I may not be surrounded by the warriors I've faced in the past, but there's an interesting thing about me. I just seem to have this certain quality that brings out the inner warrior in everyone I meet. Let's hope that holds true for dear Ashley …

"The Satanic Angel" chuckles lightly.

RAVEN APOLLYON: For her sake.

Apollyon nonchalantly drops the microphone as her music plays again. Her and Big Brother exit the rign and make their way to the back.

BRIAN MASON: Well, she's certainly an interesting one.

RANDY THE PILOT: I don't know what kind of kinky shit's going on with her and that "Big Brother", but hey, another person here to kick ass is fine by me.

JACK WARREN: For once I agree with you. You're still a fat sack of shit, though.

The segment fades out with one final shot of Raven and Big Brother walking up the ramp.

WINNER: Raven Apollyon via pinfall (5:50)
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Swinging backstage The Flava Bros were in their locker room going over some things as the cameras kick in overhearing their conversation.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Aye we gone go out there and just cut ass. Imma do most of the work while you just help out a lil bit brah.

LO’RENZO PORTER: What is you talking about? This a Tag Team match. Keywords tag team brodie.

D’Wayne shook his head while digging inside his duffel bag.

D’WAYNE PORTER: This my professional debut. I need to show these clowns that I got the skills. That's one.

He held up one finger.

D’WAYNE PORTER: For seconds it's about making a statement and letting the tag champs know they days are limited.

He held up another finger.

LO’RENZO PORTER: I ain't too sure you focused fam. I know you excited to be debuting and ish but you gotta get your head into it and stop wanting to be Mr. Almighty.

He shook his head.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Remember we a team dude.

D’Wayne wasn't trying to hear that.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Why I feel like you not tryna let me do me? On the low I think imma be a better wrestler than you brah.

Lo’Renzo laughed.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Slow your roll man and think about tonight.

D’Wayne swung open the locker room door.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Man shut up and just watch me go to work tonight.

Stepping out the room D’Wayne slams the door as Lo’Renzo smiles laughing to himself.

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Attention is directed towards the Knoxotron….

Earlier today…..

A flight attendant stood right next to the section of the airport where you hand your suitcases in to be placed onto the scale for weighing. She was going about her business when something unusual caught her eye. The enthusiastic Flight Attendant walked towards the source of her interest. Cameras faced her - but didn’t catch view of the person she waved to.

Focused on the Flight Attendant alone the feed caught her speak out to the source of her focus on the job wavering.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Hey! Why do you look so sad, can I help you?

The source; or person in this case could be heard sobbing but the camera was still focused on the Flight Attendant alone. A familiar voice to the HKW Faithful, quite altered forcefully, cried out,

Seeking assistance...

???: I ain’t got my fuckin’...I mean. Um...I lost my ticket inside of my suitcase ma’am!

The Flight Attendant obviously missed over the sudden change in speech. She seemed genuinely concerned for the individual with the familiar voice.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Don’t cry. What’s your name? I’ll get it for you.

The voice sighed with relief.

???: Really??

With a slight nod the Flight Attendant began searching through suitcases much to the benefit of the desperate person.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: First and last name please.

???: First name Salem. Last name Cartier, yawl. I’m from Laconia, New Hampshire. I work as a professional wrestler. I’m so nervous because I have to make it to a wrestling show later tonight against one of the greatest of my generation: The Fleexican.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Well you’re just in luck, Miss Cartier! Because I found your suitcase.

Eventually The Flight Attendant came across the suitcase in question and rolled it towards Salem Cartier. Only when the camera turns around the people sitting in the KeyArena’s suspicions were confirmed. It wasn’t “Salem Cartier” at all.

It was Fran!...

Not only was it Fran, it appeared that she took some drastic measures to get to this suitcase. She looked noticeably brighter than usual, and her full head of blonde dyed hair wasn’t blonde or long at all! It was a short head of black hair that only extended down to the shoulders! Add in the blue contacts and you had yourself a Salem Cartier good enough to fool anyone who never watched the product! Or knew Salem wasn’t a Mexican to begin with!

FRANCESCA: I appreciate the help! Thank you thank you buh bye!

Following another wave the Flight Attendant watched “Salem Cartier” run off hastily with the suitcase. Once Fran turned a corner she opened the suitcase and pulled the REAL Salem’s ticket to Seattle, Washington right out - placing it onto the ground as she kneeled down low.

FRANCESCA: These lessers ain’t finna realize what I went through to get this shit, yawl.

The Crowned Royalty Champion mumbled under her breath..

FRANCESCA: Skin bleachin’ cream….

Fran reached behind her and lifted up a thick pair of scissors - everyone in the arena began to boo heavily as they watched this appalling recording. They knew that this was a plan devised out of pure cowardice on the part of the woman who had gained not one, not two, but THREE mid-year Knoxer Awards for 2016.

FRANCESCA: A goddamn wig!

Fran snatched the wig right off her head with her free hand then tossed it onto the ground as well, revealing that long blonde hair she was well known for having.

FRANCESCA: And now Salem ain’t makin’ it to Seattle.

Fran said proud of her actions..

FRANCESCA: Over my dead extensions is she gettin’ there….I’m gettin’ that default win. I’M the next fuckin’ World Champ. ME. This has been a long time comin’ but she’s finna find out why you don’t get in my way. The FLEEXICAN! JESAS. A mainstay on fuckin’ Defiance.

With those words Fran snipped Salem’s ticket right in two. And then held the two halves together to SNIP it once more. Fran then balled all four pieces of the destroyed ticket up and then stuck them in the bottom of her ugg boot to make sure Salem wouldn’t be able to put it back together. After the deed was done Fran left the suitcase out in the open. She then ran off towards the plane herself - out of view.

The REAL Salem Cartier walks down the hallway looking to pick up her suitcase, she had a cup of coffee in hand. It was clear to fans that she had just taken a break. This made them hate Fran’s antic even more. Salem then spotted her belongings in a random corner of the airport. She ran towards them searching….

Searching….

The ticket was gone! A worried look appeared on the face of the two-time champion.

SALEM CARTIER: Ah crap… Double crap…. Craptastic!!!! Dang it if it ain't one thing it's another!!! Who's rummaging through my stuff?!? Stealing my ticket?!?

She sat down against the wall, tossing some of her things back in the case. She blew her bangs out of her face with a puff of air. She took a long drink of coffee.

SALEM CARTIER: How the heck am I getting to Seattle, this is the last flight out. I'm gonna miss Defiance… I needed this win. I needed to beat…. Fran.

She cocked an eyebrow as a thought occurred to her and she rubbed her chin as the scene faded.

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Defiance comes back to ringside, focusing in on the smiling Whisper Viperi standing in the center of the ring.

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

The crowd cheers at the announcement as the camera focuses in on Chad Krane and Matador Shitso standing in their respective corner.

WHISPER VIPERI: Already in the ring… weighing in at a combined weight of THREE HUNDRED POUNDS!

JACK WARREN: Hahahahaha!

WHISPER VIPERI: The team of Matador Shitso and Chad Krane… THE MATADOR KRANES!

The Seattle audience boos the former Killuminaughty servants as they raise their arms up in the air and taunt the crowd.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents…

The instrumental to Glory by Lil Wayne flares up in the arena as The Flava Bros step from behind the curtains. Lo’Renzo bounces up and down around the stage as D’Wayne throws up a pyramid with his hand.

WHISPER VIPERI: Coming to the ring, hailing from St Matthews, South Carolina and the nine. Dripping Flav...the FLAVA BROS!

Walking down the ramp Lo’Renzo shows love to the crowd while D’Wayne hypes himself up for the match. Getting inside the ring Lo’Renzo jogs around it before stretching while D’Wayne gets to a knee and prays to the nine.

BRIAN MASON:: Heard lots of good things about these two. Flips a former Pride champion at our network neighbor, 4CW. And D’Wayne is… uh…

JACK WARREN: Not in jail surprisingly?

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, bruh. Come on, Jack. These guys are new to HKW! You don’t need to start firing shots already.

JACK WARREN: You must not know much about THE MAN if you think I'm not gonna fire shots.

The Flava Bros discuss who’s going to start things off, while Chad Krane gets loose in his corner. D’Wayne eventually exits the ring, leaving Flip with Krane to start things off.

TAG TEAM MATCH
Matador Kranes vs. Flava Bros

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Right as the opening bell sounds, Chad Krane charges toward Flipp Porter in hopes of catching him off guard. Flip sees him coming though and leaps up right as Krane reaches him and spikes his face into the mat with a quick gringo cutter!

RANDY THE PILOT: Goddamn! He cuttered him out of his boots damn near.

JACK WARREN: Starting to see why the Matador Kranes aren’t booked often anymore.

Flip points down at the lifeless Chad Krane and laughs with the crowd before he turns his head over his shoulder and sees his partner reaching out for the tag. Flip shrugs his shoulders and takes a few steps back, tagging in D’Wayne.

Once the younger Porter enters the ring, he begins stomping the hell out of Chad Krane until the referee steps in and forcibly rips D’Wayne away from Krane. D’Wayne argues with the referee for a bit before he moves him out of the way and startings stomping away at Krane’s body once again!

BRIAN MASON: This D’Wayne seems like a hothead.

JACK WARREN:It’s to balance out Flip being a wussy, Mase.

D’Wayne laughs as he points down at Krane, glancing over in the direction of the mini Matador Shitso. D’Wayne taunts Shitso a bit, going as far as to drag Krane toward Shitso so he can make the tag.

Confused by this, Shitso wastes no time slapping Krane’s and comes right into the ring, only to catch a big (little?) boot from D’Wayne Porter! Porter pulls Shitso up, blasts him with a powerful forearm smash, and delivers a devastating powerbomb!

RANDY THE PILOT: Can we just call the match already, bruh? The Matador Kranes got no chance.

D’Wayne sees Chad Krane getting to his feet and immediately moves in that direction. Just as Krane plants his feet on the mat, D’Wayne picks up some steam and blasts Krane with a huge elbow smash to the back of his head, knocking him right out of the ring!

D’Wayne spins around and sees Flip calling for the end of the match. D’Wayne nods his head in agreement and moves over toward Shitso, pulling him up to his feet by his mask horns. D’Wayne drags Shitso toward his teams corner and hoists the little guy over his shoulder while Flip climbs up to the top rope.

BRIAN MASON: What are we about to see here?!

JACK WARREN: Matador Shitso’s last bull ride, hahahah!

Flip catches his balance and then nods to his partner. At that moment, D’Wayne pushes Shitso forward off of his shoulders just as Flip comes diving off the top rope, catching Shitso in the cutter as he was coming down!

RANDY THE PILOT: The SAUCE DELIVERY!

JACK WARREN: What?

RANDY THE PILOT: That’s what it’s called. The Sauce Delivery.

JACK WARREN: That’s a ridiculous name, but that definitely looked like it hurt.

Flip immediately crawls on top of Shitso and hooks the leg while D’Wayne stands on guard for any attempt from Krane to break the count.

ONE!


TWO!


THREEEEE!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners.. D’WAYNE AND FLIP PORTER… THE FLAAAAAAVA BROS!

“Glory” by Lil Wayne fills the arena speakers as the Flava Bros celebrate their first victory in Hard Knox Wrestling! The referee raised each of their arms up with Flipp playing to the crowd, and D’Wayne telling them all to shut their mouths.

BRIAN MASON: Strange dynamic between these two, but I gotta admit… that was impressive.

JACK WARREN: They beat the MATADOR KRANES, MASON. A TEAM THAT HASN’T DONE ANYTHING IN THIS COMPANY! QUIT ACTING LIKE THEY JUST BEAT FORMER TAG CHAMPS!

RANDY THE PILOT: Watch it, Jack. You don’t want Chad Krane hear you talking smack.

JACK WARREN: *sigh*

The Flava Bros exit the ring and begin walking up the entrance ramp. Flip slaps some of the fans hands while D’Wayne talks back to them, neither man realizing that DeMarcus Gresham and William Alexander had made their way to the ring through the crowd!

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

WAA and Gresham slide right into the ring and go right after Chad Krane and Matador Shitso! The booing crowd was enough to get the Flava Bros to turn around, the victorious duo watching as WAA and Gresham beat the holy hell out of Krane and Shitso! Flipp looks ready to make the save, but D’Wayne holds him back as WAA pulls Krane up to his feet and delivers his patent swinging reverse STO DDT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Dallas Dagger!

JACK WARREN: See! Now THIS is impressive!

WAA stares a hole right through the Flavor Bros as Gresham pulls Shitso up to his feet and hits the “Enlightenment” on Shitso with EXTRA spin and impact. Like WAA, DeMarcus turns his attention to the Flava Bros before the duo exit the ring and leave through the crowd. Both members of the Flava Bros look at one another, confused by what just happened as Defiance cuts to commercial.

WINNERS: Flava Bros via pinfall (2:49)
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EARLIER TODAY

Ashley Chase is walking into the arena pulling her luggage behind her while wearing headphones. Eli Zayn is also hanging around back here and decides no time like the present to get a interview but as he begins to walk over toward her suddenly he is shoved into a utility closet by Lola J who then closes the door and blocks it. She straightens herself up and walks over to Ashley microphone in hand.

LOLA J: Ashley?

Lola taps her on the shoulder and with a smile Ashley takes off her headphones.

LOLA J: Ashley Chase I am Lola J the top interviewer here on Defiance and i was wondering if i may have a few minutes of your time?

ASHLEY CHASE: Top interviewer? Really? Eli told me he was the top interviewer around here.

Lola shakes her head.

LOLA J: Well Eli is a swell guy and all but he is full of shit! Anyway i was hoping to get your feelings on your big match tonight against Nicole Hamilton? She is not the most sane person around but I understand you two do have some history together?

Ashley shakes her head and takes off her sun glasses.

ASHLEY CHASE: Your right Lola tonight is probably my biggest match thus far in HKW. A win tonight might just punch my ticket into that chamber match but only if i beat Nicole and only if i beat her in quick fashion. I know it will not be easy but i will not allow some nut job who thinks some broken title belt is her baby to defeat me and keep me from that chamber match.

You are also correct when you say me and Nicole have a history, We were tight, we were like sisters for a while. I was at her wedding to Brett Starr and I was there for her when it ended and we even talked about forming a tag team here in HKW but then she lost her all her marbles. Now she hates everybody and anybody who was close to her she wants nothing to do with but that is fine with me. Makes it easier to beat her ass since i don't need to feel sorry about it later tonight.

LOLA J: Seeing how the lowest time gets into the chamber how do you plan on getting the fastest win tonight?

Ashley just smiles at Lola.

ASHLEY CHASE: Well if i told you that then Nicole “crazy Eyes” Hamilton will hear it and try to come up with a defense and we can not allow that to happen. I mean i realize Nicole would be at home inside that chamber considering she should be locked up but this time i think it is best that she not be allowed to be inside it.

Ashley starts to walk away when Lola stops her.

LOLA J: One last thing. Last Defiance you were interrupted by Raven Apollyon who stated she hated your happy go lucky attitude and basically demanded that you be more of a fighter and less of the friendly Ashley that you show the world. Now that a couple weeks have gone by is there anything you want to say to Raven?

Ashley gets real serious now.

ASHLEY CHASE: Raven wants to see me be serious? She wants to see me go out there and fight? Well my dear Raven i would advise that you watch my match tonight because i promise you that you will see one hell of a fight between me and Nicole and then i advise you watch the chamber match because I will be in that match and i will FIGHT my way to the title. So just watch and learn Raven and i assure you that you will see that just because i have friends in HKW that i care about doesn't mean i can't and won’t punch a bitch.

Ashley walks off pulling her luggage and Lola walks away as well leaving poor Eli still stuck in the Utility closet banging on the door wanting out.

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Backstage, the camera focuses on the area with many storage cart. Though the area itself is usually low-traffic, there was a bit of increased activity from the HKW production crew. The crew is quickly moving the carts around, but two stop and place a cart directly in the center of the hallway. As the hustle and bustle of the crew settles, the camera focuses in on the cart. Suddenly, the cart flops open. Slowly, Reese Spencer stands up from the inside with her body covered by an American flag. “Madam Reaper” has a devious smirk on her face as she looks down at her flag-wrapped body. Simply shrugging her shoulders, she lets out a soft chuckle before speaking.

REESE SPENCER: My fellow Americans, Madam Reaper has saved the day. You see, on this the two hundred and fortieth of our country, I figured that it was an absolute travesty that this… facility did not have a flag flying high. Being the patriotic American that I am, I decided to look high and low. In fact, I found a flag in this very equipment cart. So, I looked over our precious flag.

Reese then places her hands onto her hips. With a bold smirk on her face, she continues on with her story.

REESE SPENCER: Then, I thought about it, and our precious flag needs a little makeover. I mean it’s pretty bland if you ask me. So, that’s why I thought about wrapping the hottest body in all of HKW in it. I mean I think I make this flag look one hundred times better. I’m sure we all wish that we could wrap ourselves in something and look better. I mean, that’s what you’d want Jinx right?

The look on Reese’s face turns into a slightly more serious one. As she flicks her hair off of her right shoulder, she continues to speak.

REESE SPENCER: I mean I’m pretty sure that most psychopaths have thought of the same thing. Wanting to be someone else so badly, that you’re willing to wrap yourself in their very own skin. Think about it, your obsession with me is a bit… much. So, Jinx after I dropped you on your head weeks ago, I’d hope that you’ve wised up. I hope that you’ve realized that I will never be anything for you, and you will never be even close to reaching the echelon of greatness that I am skyrocketing towards. Now, I think I have a match to get ready for. Madam Reaper has spoken!

Reese seductively steps out of the cart, and stands in front of it. The devious smirk has returned to her face.

REESE SPENCER: Oh, and one more thing… happy birthday, America!

Reese quickly reaches around and begins to undo the flag from around her chest. When she finally does, the feed quickly cuts out before anything can be seen.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is set for one fall!

As the sounds of In This Moment’s “Dirty Pretty” comes over the Public Announce systems, the fans in the arena begin to let out a cloud of boos that fill the arena. The lights in the arena dim for a moment, before they turn to a mixture of pink and white. The camera quickly goes over towards the stage where Reese Spencer has had her way out. As the beautiful vixen stands atop the ramp, she places her hands on her hips. While the fans continue to rain down their disdain, a smirk befalls the beauties face.

As Reese begins her descent down the ramp, she lets her arms fall down her sides. Slowly making her way down to the ramp, Reese keeps the smirk firmly planted on her face. With the constant boos continuing from the crowd, she eventually raises both of her arms into the air as she embraces the fans reception. After a few moments, she places her hands back down to her side and continues to walk towards the ring. When Reese finally makes it to the end of the ramp, she stops in her tracks. Looking over to her left and then her right, Reese passes her hands on her sides. Starting from her chest all the way down to her waists, she embraces her curves as the fans continue to boo her.

Spencer then walks over to the ring, as she turns her back to it. She looks up towards the entrance way. Spreading her stance out, she then throws her arms up in the air once more. Moments later, she puts them down on the ring apron and hops onto it. While seated on the ring apron, she reaches her right hand up and grabs onto the middle rope. As she pulls herself up, she keeps her torso turned down. Suddenly, she flips her hair up. Then, as it reaches her back the fans continue to boo her. Reese then places her left leg into the ring over the middle rope. Then, she bends back and lets her back touch the rope before bringing her right leg into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first... from New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!!

Reese walks to the center of the ring. As she looks up at the fans who are booing her, she raises her right hand into the air. With the stream of boos continuing, the sounds of “Dirty Pretty” begins to fade.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent…

As "Cali Luv" by. Snow Tha Product hits the PA System lights begins to flash purple, white and black. Eva Castro is seen standing at the top of the ramp with her hands on her hips as she looks around to the crowd. She throws up the LA symbol with her hands and begins to head down the ramp.

While making her way down the ramp she looks over to the fans along it and smirks. She then stops in the middle of the ramp looking towards the ring. Standing there for a moment she takes it all in and rolls her neck.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Los Angeles, CA......Representing LAX.....EEVVVVVAAAAAA CCASSSTTRRRROOOOOO!!!!

Eva begins walking down the rest of the ramp acting as if the fans aren't even there. As she reaches the ring she walks around to the side and slides in.

After sliding into the ring she sits up on her knees and looks around to the crowd with a smirk on her face. She then gets up to her feet and walks over to a nearby turnbuckle and leans on it as she waits for the match to start.

SINGLES MATCH
Eva Castro vs. Reese Spencer

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The bell rings and Eva Castro struts along the ropes across from Reese and throws up the “LA” sign with her fingers, waving her hands skyward and waggling her head at Reese. Reese just responds by running her fingers through her hair and smirking at her. This sets off Eva and she comes running right at Reese and it’s fists of fire in the middle of the ring! Eva nails some forearm shots to the jaw and a nice uppercut, but Reese shrugs that off and yanks her down by the hair… a hairpull assisted backbreaker! Reese stands back up, still gripping Eva’s hair and then drops down for a double knee facebuster. She goes for the cover….

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

BRIAN MASON: Reese getting downright vicious from the jump with the hairpulling.

JACK WARREN: Castro’s a tough cookie, she probably likes it.

RANDY THE PILOT: Those L.A. girls will cut you, be careful.

Reese pops back up with a smirk and unloads a roundhouse kick on the rising Eva… Eva caught the boot and takes her down with a Russian legsweep instead. Eva pops up and kicks her in the ribs then drops an elbow across her throat. Eva picks up Reese and whips her hard into the turnbuckles. Reese staggers out clutching at her back and Eva runs in for a very fluid looking bulldog. Eva stays on her quickly, picking her up and tossing her into the ropes, Eva catches her on the rebound for a huge Samoan drop! Now Eva motions to the corner, she climbs the buckles sizing up Reese. Eva blows a kiss and then leaps off… huge flying elbow drop! She hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Eva rolls backward off of her up to a crouched position, watching Reese stir. As Spencer gets to her feet, Eva pops up and turns delivering a crisp Pele kick that takes her back down. Eva wastes no time in throwing on the Eva Lock (figure 4). Reese is hurting in the hold but she seems to have fight in her yet. She claws at the mat, face in anguish as she sits up and slowly begins to scoot toward the ropes. Finally, she hurls herself back on the mat and reaches out an arm, fingers find the bottom rope and Eva has to break the hold.

BRIAN MASON: The Eva Lock was a nice choice but she really needed to work those legs more to get the full effect on the submission.

JACK WARREN: If The Man had applied it, the match would already be over. Just sayin’.

RANDY THE PILOT: These chicks are at it like they owe each other rent money, and it’s already the tenth.

Eva releases, jawing with the referee. Reese uses the ropes to pull herself back up, shaking out the leg and smacking it to get some feeling going in it. Eva runs at her, but Reese boots her and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Reese takes a breather on the mat, moving the leg. She slowly rises and picks up Eva, hitting a snapmare and a low dropkick combo. Reese grabs Eva’s arm and yanks her to her feet, applying an arm wringer and beating on her arm for good measure, yanking it up and down as if trying to remove it from the socket. Then Reese yanks her forward and drops her with a DDT. Reese sits up laughing, patting Eva on the head. She grabs Eva by the waist, pulling her up and taking her up and over with a German suplex. Reese picks Eva up again and whips her into the ropes, catches her with a hug scoop powerslam on the rebound, staying on for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Reese seems a bit disappointed in that, but she gets up and lies in wait for Eva. As Castro gets up, Reese hits her with a headscissors takedown...riding it all the way to the mat and keeping the scissors applied… squeezing away at the neck. The ref moves in to make sure it’s not a choke, and Eva’s face is turning a deep red. Eva struggles and squirms in the hold, somehow manages to get her foot over on the bottom rope by a toe. Now it’s Reese’s turn to break, and she does reluctantly. Eva slowly rises to her feet, gasping for air. Reese runs over and grabs her head, looking for another DDT. Reese snaps back… but Eva held onto the top rope and Reese smacks the back of her head on the mat.

BRIAN MASON: Nobody home on that DDT! Smooth move by Eva to avoid that.

JACK WARREN: The Man would’ve ripped the ropes and turnbuckle down with him to get that DDT. Come on, quit slacking in there!

RANDY THE PILOT: That reminds me of a time they tried to forcibly remove me from a buffet line. Wasn’t pretty.

Eva takes a few moments to regain her wits about her, and grabs up Reese for a leg trap facecrusher. Eva drags her over to the middle of the ring, and climbs the turnbuckles once more… Best Moonsault Ever! She stays on for the pin…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Eva slaps the mat now, frustrated. Reese is still flat on her back, clutching her ribs. Eva looks around, rolling her eyes. She jumps back over to the corner, to rope… leap for the Evalasting Drop (corkscrew senton)! But Reese got her knees up! Eva bounces across the mat clutching her back in dire pain! And now with the back in pain, Reese swoops on her like a vulture… gutwrench suplex, floatover snap suplex, and a fisherman suplex all in rapid succession. Reese shakes out her hair again and points at Eva, looking at the crowd she mouths at them. She then picks up Eva for a bridging Northern Lighs suplex, as the ref counts….

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-NO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Reese can’t believe, and she slaps the mat now. She picks Eva up, slapping her about the face and sticking a finger in her facing, yelling. She hoists Eva up, for the Alabama slam… but Eva was close enough that she grabs the top rope! Reese is struggling to yank her off, but Eva somehow maneuvers, spinning around and taking Reese to the mat with a sort of modified reverse hurricanrana. Both ladies are laying on the mat now, clearly spent. Eva begins to stir, little by little. She looks over at Reese, considering whether to cover or go for one more move. Eva shrugs and slowly climbs the turnbuckles, sitting atop them she looks out at the crowd, throwing up the “LA” sign again… and Reese pounces on her with a forearm shiver, and wraps an arm around her neck…. She tanks her out of the corner with the Ex-Spence-Cut (top rope aided cutter). Rolling Eva over, she hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: And here is your winner, REESE SPENCER!!!

BRIAN MASON: Eva should’ve probably went for the pin. She wasted too much time.

JACK WARREN: Just like you waste my time every time you open your mouth to speak, Mason!

RANDY THE PILOT: Hold up fellas, looks like Reese wants to have a few words.

Eva rolls from the ring, as the referee raises Reese’s hand in victory she is already motioning for a microphone and yanking her arm away. Whisper hands her the mic and Reese just stands there with a big smile on her face… she opens her mouth to speak but…

BRIAN MASON: OH look out, here homes Jinx Hextall! Get her, Jenny!!!

Jinx flies down the ramp, and Reese drops the microphone with a horrified look on her face, rolling out of the ring. Jinx chases her around the ring, as Reese flees back up the ramp with Jinx in hot pursuit. Both ladies disappear to the back and the announcers look a little dumbfounded.

BRIAN MASON: I guess there’s nothing worse than a woman...and a partner scorned. We haven’t seen the last of this!

JACK WARREN: No big deal, Spencer carried that team, plus Jinx is goofy.

RANDY THE PILOT: Reminds me of you two, to be honest.

The announcers argue among themselves as we head to the next portion of the show.

WINNER: Reese Spencer via pinfall (8:11)
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Eli Zayn is seen standing backstage. Next to him is a very determined Brian Stryker. His bloodlust title over his shoulder.

ELI ZAYN: I am here with Bloodlust Champion, Brian Stryker. Brian last week we say you take HKW Champ Volkov to the limit but managed to come with a high questionable win. Your thoughts on Shane Atwater’s interference?

BRIAN STRYKER: My thoughts on that shit is simple. It happenes. If it was the other way around and RIP decided to get involved and cost me the victory, do you think Viktor would stand here and talk about how it was a hollow victory or some other shit? No he’d talk shit bout being the greatest champion. All that matters is in the end, I won. The record books say Stryker beat Volkov at Defiance. That will not change.

ELI ZAYN: What about the upcoming chamber match at Divine Supremacy? You were one of the first two challengers named next to Shane Atwater. You have a chance to become the World Champion. How does that make you feel?

BRIAN STRYKER: It is an honor. Can you imagine if I did the impossible? Brian Stryker surviving the chamber and becoming the world champ as well as still being the Bloodlust champ. The world would lose its mind and I’d love to watch. It would be the biggest middle finger to every person who has doubted and insulted me. It would be my biggest “Fuck you” to everyone. Volkov and Atwater better remember that they aren’t the only ones that matter. I’m gonna be going for blood.

I proved to be a vicious fucker already. Now imagine me in that chamber. Caged like a beast. You have to be sadistic to be so happy to be locked in a cage. Luckily I am crazy. I am sadistic. I don’t care who else gets in tonight. Don’t care if it’s Nicole Hamilton, Chase, Jimmy Page, X.A.D. and whoever else gets in. It’s every man for themselves in that cage and when the dusts settles, you can be damn sure I wanna be holding that title. Don’t sleep on me ever again. The next time that you do, you could just be paving my way to being the World Fucking Champion.

People love to talk down about my accomplishments. Love to undermine what I have done. But no more. I'm gonna make it so you CAN'T deny what I have done. I'm gonna become a force to be reckoned with. A juggernaut in the ring. The baddest man in HKW. If I have to damn near kill myself I will. People have seen what I've done to beat Ashley Sullivan. Now imagine what I'm willing to do to win the big one. To grab that brass ring. I've done it before. But to win the HKW World title would solidify my spot. It will prove the past few years of hardships have been for the better. Volkov, Atwater, the rest of RIP, bring them all on. I'm itching for a fucking fight. And if I have proved one thing in my career. You can't keep me down. I will keep getting back up until I get what I want. I'm a stubborn fuck and that has suited me well in HKW. Now it's time for it all to pay off. Divine Supremacy may be weeks away, but I'm gonna be ready for it like it's tomorrow. This is my chance to shine.

Stryker grins as he slaps Eli’s shoulder, abit to hard, and walks over.

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We cut backstage to reveal Jenny ‘Jinx’ Hextall standing in front of the lens, blond hair framing her flushed face as she catches her breath, normally kind expression brooking no secrets on exactly how she feels about the night’s earlier events.

JINX HEXTALL: Reese Spencer…

As though to puncuate the name, she drags and drops her weapons-filled garbage can in between herself and the camera with a large bang.

JINX HEXTALL: It was so, SOOOOOO good to see that look of surprise cross your face tonight. To see some worry lines wrinkle your face as I mad my way out, Reese.

Finally getting her breathing under control, she cocks her head to the side, a lopsided grin - an expression far more familiar on the garbage wrestler’s face - appears.

JINX HEXTALL: You see I was about ninety percent certain that neither you nor any of the other Reaperstook any of the comments I made online seriously. So I knew when I finally decided to act on those words - even a warning shot - so long after what you did? Well it’d basically blow your minds… because look at me?

She strikes a muscle pose… she has no muscle so any possibility of intimidation is just totally lost.

JINX HEXTALL: I’m the chubby Canuck buddy who’s just there to make jokes right? I won’t take ANYTHING personally after enough donuts, Tim Horton’s coffees and some time, right?

She shakes her head at this.

JINX HEXTALL: You’ve made a mistake now Reese, cuz if that’s what you were thinking? You’re wrong. Sure I might be laid back and I don’t take much personally. I can live with someone trying to concave my melon with a chair because that’s how I roll, I can live with getting tossed into barbwire or having my head spiked into thumbtacks… can live with all of that because that’s my body, that’s physical pain, and eventually that stuff goes away.

At that Jinx fishes a thumbtack covered wiffle-ball bat from her garbage can of goodies and aims it at the screen.

JINX HEXTALL: What you did though? What you set up was FAR, FAR WORSE, Reese. Cuz you hurt something infinitely more important to me than my flesh, you hurt my feelings. And contrary to what you might think - being the type of head-in-the-clouds, model-turned-grappler you are - I don’t just eat those away.

Absently she starts rolling the thumbtack covered weapon along her palm lightly, experimentally.

JINX HEXTALL: No, cuz you were something that I put a lot of stock in, I thought I’d made my first honest friend in the business, Reese. The first of many I’d hoped. You just threw that all away huh? Just like that!

She snaps her fingers at that one.

JINX HEXTALL: Well fine, you want to play it that way? You wanna dump that gal that imediately went to bat for you when she thought you were having humiliating moments aired out in front of the world? You wanna snub the gal that opened up to you?

With that she smacks the wiffleball bat into her forehead, the grin never leaving her face as she pulls it away to reveal several thumbtacks imbeded in her skin, thin rivulets of blood running down her visage.

JINX HEXTALL: Well so be it, now you get me unrestrained, now you get the version that spent entire summers in her backyard digging household appliances, glass and wood-splinters out of her skin, and you can scoff, you can have the rest of the Reapers jump me, Reese, but no matter how many of them there are, they can’t protect you from me twenty-four hours a day, and in that time Reese? I can hurt the thing you value most…

She runs her hand over her face, smearing blood across her face and up into her bleach blond hair.

JINX HEXTALL: … your pretty, little, looks. See you soon, Reese.

With that we cut elsewhere.

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A 2016 silver Nissan Maxima rolled into the parking lot of Seattle, Washington’s KeyArena slowly....

The fact that the entire show halted for this particular vehicle brought that much more attention to it. Added onto the suspense of who had been behind the wheel.

Moments later?......The door…

Oh my god the door: it popped open. A leg pushed out. The crowd stirred believing they had the situation scouted out. An arm popped out….It was becoming all too clear. The camera waited until the person in the car planted their Jordan’s VII’s on the floor, then slowly panned up to reveal a “Supreme” logo on this person's pant leg…

BRIAN MASON: OH… MY GOD… RANDY, HOLD ME!

The camera continued going up, showing yet another “Supreme” logo on the chest of this person's sweatshirt. Finally, the camera got to the neck… then the face…

BRIAN MASON: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS JESAS!!!!!!

The crowd (and Brian Mason) nearly blew the roof of the arena, Felicity smirking as she heard the reaction.

FELICITY BANKS: Home sweet home.

Once the audience soaked in the fact that Felicity was back on Defiance, The Supreme looked in a specific direction seemingly distracted. The area the feed encompassed began to grow wider to reveal that The Fleexican had been standing a few feet away from The World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder’s car already dressed in her new Defiance themed steampunk attire.

The massive cheers that rained in on Felicity were now mixed with heavy boos for Fran.The crowd even thought these two could come to blows again based on everything they had been through in 2015. But Fran didn't seem interested in the crowd. Her eyes were zoned in on the arm of Felicity.

FRANCESCA: None of yawl told me this….You’re drivin’ again?

Fran asked Felicity. She responded with a nod. That question wasn't a serious one. Clearly it was an icebreaker for what was to follow after it.

FRANCESCA: Fel Fel.

Fran said in a low tone, which was very uncommon for her.

FRANCESCA: I ain’t avoidin’ the question anymore. Are you sure you’re fit to go out there to that ring n’ do what everyone knows you're finna do?

The 2015 Crowned Royalty Champion asked the woman who was possibly the future two-time World Champion.

FRANCESCA: I ain’t really comfortable with you goin’ out to address this situation.

Fran explained to the woman she to this day considered a sister despite what they've been through.

FRANCESCA: I seen the lengths B willin’ to go through when he holds his grudges n’ if he tries to hurt that arm you're JUST fuckin’ gettin’ back on track with….If this fuckery costs you more goddamn months of your career I’m gonna lose it. Trump sendin’ me back to Mexico for real. Ain’t there another way to go about this?

Somewhat surprised by Fran’s genuine concern, Felicity took a second to think over her ex-protege’s words and took a step forward.

FELICITY BANKS: I know what I’m doing, Fran. Brandon might be pissed at me for whatever reason, but he’s not out to hurt me. I know his body language and I know that there’s always more to his words than what he lets on.

She said with a shrug.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s a bigger meaning behind this thing, Fran. One that I need to figure out before this entire situation does get bad. That whole unappreciated thing? Me surpassing him or whatever? That’s not what this about. I can’t and won’t believe that someone who told the world how good I would be is suddenly jealous of me. I can’t and won’t believe that the person who did everything he could to make sure I grew up right suddenly wants a thank you. That’s not Brandon. That’s not my brother.

Felicity pulled her hair back in a ponytail and held her surgically repaired arm out in Fran’s direction, holding her hair in a ponytail with the left.

FELICITY BANKS: Do you have a hair tie on you? I can’t hold my arm out like this for long yet so gimmie before you start talking.

Fran pondered for a bit before reaching into the unzipped area of her suitcase just a foot away from her. There she pulled out a perfectly candy black hair tie.

FRANCESCA: This’ll work.

She handed it over to The Supreme before continuing where she left off prior.

FRANCESCA: Look, bruh. I got hella cousins livin’ in Durango n’ growin’ up we've been in fights but at the end of the day we ain’t ever crossed the line. We ain’t show a lack of respect each other.

Fran stated. Remembering the crazy times where she literally had to fight for whatever she wanted when her family traveled south for periods of time.

FRANCESCA: Hell Fel Fel, you're family to Fleexican…

Fran said.

FRANCESCA: When we fought we FOUGHT. We put each other through hell bruh. I fuckin’ tried to take your legacy; but not once did I try to undermine anything you done did for the company. NEVA. It never happened son. But B? For some reason it's like he's thinkin’ you're a goddamn cancer to HKW. A cancer to his life.

Fran said regretfully.

FRANCESCA: He's sayin’ you, your Mama, Gambino, Ronnie…..Every goddamn body he looked after is responsible for takin’ his childhood away from him. Takin’ college. A normal upbringin’. I ain’t no therapist but it sounds like he been buildin’ up to this.

The Crowned Royalty Champion added.

FRANCESCA: You know somethin’ is wrong with him. But….I don’t think you’re understandin’ that this ain’t some ordinary sibling fight.

The Fleexican tried to explain to The Supreme.

FRANCESCA: The B we knew ain’t there these days. The B we knew? He wouldn't put his hands on YOU no matter the fuckin’ reason.

One she was done twisting the hair tie around her hair, Felicity stared at Fran for a few seconds and bit down on the inside of her cheek.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s exactly how our families are different, Fran. You take from us, it’s not that big a deal because we’ll just go buy something new. You call us names? Cool. We’ll probably let you have it ten times worse. You disrespect us, though?

Felicity nodded her head, taking one small step forward.

FELICITY BANKS: That’s what pisses us off. Brandon wants me pissed off, and I know that. What I don’t know is why. Why me? Why is he suddenly bringing up crap from fifteen years ago to try and justify a grudge against me?

She paused, staring at Fran with a look that made it seem like she was ready to cry.

FELICITY BANKS: Doesn’t make sense for someone to wait nearly fifteen years to have a blowup over a couple of thank you’s. Makes even less sense to think that this is about my career compared to his because he definitely wouldn’t have waited this long if he wanted to prove that he was better than me. I’m telling you, Fran…

She bit down on her lip, refraining from getting too emotional. She looked away from Fran, and focused her attention on the arena entrance.

FELICITY BANKS: This is my brother and I know him better than anyone thinks they know him. He might not be acting like it, but my brother… Brandon… is still in there.

A slight sigh escaped Fran - she knew that the bond the Banks family had was similar to that of any traditional Mexican - scratch that - any Latino household. Almost unbreakable. So to see a situation like this? Unfathomable.

Crushing…..

Heart wrenching…

Soul crushing….

Spirit grinding….

Fran knew…...She knew…..Felicity wasn't seeing that this situation couldn't be fixed with conversation. That Brandon was way past the point of return.

FRANCESCA: Fel Fel…Yawl…...

Fran said as her facial expression changed to something resembling that of an intensely concerned person.

FRANCESCA: I’m guessin’ there ain't gonna be any talkin’ you out of this, right?

FELICITY BANKS: You should’ve known that already...

Fran reached back into the bag and pulled out a pair of custom made brass knuckles. Painted red: for Defiance. The Fleexican lifted Fel’s good hand up and placed the brass knuckles onto her palm.

FRANCESCA: If I can't stop you from goin’ out there at least go with protection. Go in there prepared to fuckin’ put him down if he crosses you. You're still seein’ somethin’ I can't see in B right now after what he did. Most of his friends are thinkin’ he needs help Fel Fel. Ain’t nobody gonna take those steps to get him that help until you see what I see.

Fran balled up Felicity’s fist over the red brass knuckles.

FRANCESCA: So just carry this for me….Just in case.

The HKW Triple Crown winner stared down at the brass knuckles now covering her hand and tightened up her fist. She glanced up at Fran and took in a deep breath, then proceeded to walk in the direction of the arena entrance while Fran stood back.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE MATCH FOR A SPOT IN THE 2016 ELIMINATION CHAMBER!

"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: Introducing first... from Chicago, IL, Nicole Hamilton!

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent...

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The lights dim and a spotlight shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena.

WHISPER VIPERI:: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!!

Ashley then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She climbs onto the announcers table and does some gyrating and hair whipping to the beat of her music before long she hops down. She then walks up the steps and onto the ring apron.

After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.

BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Nicole Hamilton vs. Ashley Marie Chase

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Nicole, with her wicked ways, waves to Ashley, grinning widely as she does. Ashley, undeterred, steps forward. Nicole charges out the gate, trying to tackle Ashley to the ground, but Chase moves out the way with ease. She spends a good amount of time, having to evade Nicole’s rapid fire attack. Eventually, the pace picks up even further as Chase begins to throw out fast paced moves out of her own. Kicks are stuffed, punches are blocked, but finally Chase takes full advantage with a standing dropkick that bring the older Hamilton to the ground. She gets up quickly, glaring down at Chase, who mocks her wave.

Nicole goes back on the attack, but Chase uses her agility to barely avoid Nicole. As Chase tries to continue to apply pressure, Nicole throws out a feint. Chase stiffens up, which allows Nicole to bring her down with a roll-up.

ONE!

Chase reverses the hold, going for a prawn hold.

ONE!

Nicole gets out of it and gets around Chase, bringing her down with a crucifix.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

As Chase gets to her feet, Nicole stuffs her with a spin kick that brings her down to the mat. Nicole demands the referee to count as fast as they can.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

“NOT FAST ENOUGH,” Nicole screams at the referee, who remains stalwart in front of Nicole. As she argues, Chase pulls Nicole down into a school boy. Instead of going for the pin, she awaits Nicole to get up and jumps up. She plants Nicole with a hurricanrana, spinning full around to get into the cover.

BRIAN MASON:: This match has been high octane from the get-go.

JACK WARREN:: No, duh, Mason! You know the definition of beat the clock, don’t you? Freaking pleb.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Chase keeps on the offense, peppering Nicole with several strikes. Nicole screams for her to stop, but Chase persists. Nicole throws out a clothesline that gets countered into a Northern Lights Suplex. She retains the bridge.

ONE!

Nicole scrappily gets out the pin, getting a bit of distance from the hot Chase. Chase runs in, trying to take her down again, but Nicole evades it. Several times, Chase tries to start off again, but Nicole simply runs away. She eventually slides under the rope to regain her bearings. Chase follows up, heading out to the recovering Nicole. She loops around the ring to try to get the drop on her but Nicole grabs the incoming woman and charges her backfirst into the barricade. The crowd pans at Nicole’s opportunistic action, but she only replies with a long laugh. She goes to beat down on Chase a bit before sending her back into the ring.

JERMAINE MARKS:: That laugh puts me on edge, fam.

Nicole pummels Chase with mounted punches, laughing all the while. She takes a look at the clock, before breaking the mount. She picks Chase up and plants her with a quick neckbreaker. She hangs on and brings Chase up, hitting her with another. Finally, she does another one, completing the hat trick. She goes for the cover, glaring the referee down.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nicole hisses at the referee, before picking Chase back up. She hammers her down for a DDT, but Chase fights hard against the hold. She hits Nicole with punches and then knees when she’s able to. She whips Nicole off the rope and hits her with a Samoan Drop. Nicole wheezes in pain as Chase heads to the top rope. She jumps off and lands with a moonsault!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Chase gives a brief look to the clock, seeing it near the five minute mark. She picks Nicole up and sends her to the turnbuckle. She runs in with a high knee that disorients Nicole. Chase lifts her to the top turnbuckle and starts to follow suit. She hooks the arm and tries for the superplex, but Nicole blocks the attempt. Chase gives her a hammer fist and tries again, but to no avail. Nicole shoves Chase to the ground, before turning her back.

BRIAN MASON:: Is she gonna go for a moonsault of her--

JACK WARREN:: HELL NO, SHE ISN’T!

Chase rushes back up and picks up Nicole, going for a super back suplex. However, Nicole reverses it and lands on top of Chase with a crossbody! She goes for the cover, tiredly.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

JERMAINE MARKS:: Damn, I ‘bout ready to celebrate!

Nicole bashes her hand on the mat, before rolling off Chase. The crowd’s still uproarious over the earlier reversal. Nicole gets up, favoring her gut. She uses the rope as leverage to get up. Chase begins to muster up energy to get up herself. Nicole hits the mat, much to the alarm of the referee.

BRIAN MASON:: Oh no, Nicole may be injured after that reversal.

JACK WARREN:: Weak. How can you do something like that and hurt yourself more for it? I don’t get these crazy broads.

Chase gets to her feet, but as soon as she does, a figure jumps over the barricade, hitting the ring. She slides in and rushes down Chase and sends her to the mat with a bicycle knee!

BRIAN MASON:: Oh God, that’s Raven Apollyon! What the hell?!

Nicole moves past the referee to pick up the fallen Chase. She hits a snap DDT before locking in Highway to Hell. She laughs loudly as she wrenches the hold. The referee sees that Chase was already out and rings for the bell.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI:: Here is your winner by submission! At seven minutes and fourty-one seconds...NICOLE HAMILTON!

Nicole breaks the hold, looking roughly at Chase. The referee moves Nicole out the way before going to check on her. On the outside of the ring, Raven sits on top of the announcer’s table, clapping her hands. Nicole and her share a look, but Nicole eventually disregards the girl before celebrating.

BRIAN MASON:: And just like that, Chase’s chances of winning has been dashed once again by some assailant. This time in the form of Raven Apollyon! Damn it all!

The camera focuses on Raven who simply looks on at the fallen Chase getting attended to before making her leave. The scene then fades.

WINNER by REFEREE STOPPAGE: NICOLE HAMILTON (7:41)
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As the scene fades backstage Defiance backstage interviewer Lola J is seen searching the halls for someone to interview. She stops as she sees a man outfitted in a Nike t-shirt and camo cargo shorts to match. He looks to be looking at a few Defiance based posters but one in particular. From a Defiance episode during Hard Knox Wrestling’s beginning stages. Lola walks over to the gentlemen and clears her throat to get his attention. To her and the fans watching surprise as the man turned around revealed that it was none other than the former World & Global Champion who was recently named Team Captain of Subversion’s Brand Wars team, Emilio Vialpando. There was a loud pop from the crowd as he smirked while looking down at Lola.

LOLA J: Emilio? What are you doing here? I’m pretty sure this isn’t SubVersion aaaannnddd Defiance 50 isn't until August.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Yeah but it’s Divine Supremacy season, Lola. You never know whose gonna show up on whichever brand. Not to mention I finally have a way to come on Defiance without getting kicked out by you guys’ General Manager.

Emilio grunts at the thought.

LOLA J: So you just came to enjoy the show?

Emilio shakes his head.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Well you know I’m team captain now right? I gotta keep a close eye on mi competition. I wanna see what mi amigo Jaxon es up to around here. Plus, I miss being around here. Just looking at all these old posters got me nostalgic.

Lola seems ready to respond...only to stop when she realizes someone else has joined them. Slowly, Jaxon walks into the shot and slaps his friend on the back.

JAXON QUEEN: What's up, pal? Nice to see you around here...even if it's a one time thing. As for as to what I'm up to? Well, I guess you'll have to wait and see, huh?

Emilio turns to see Jaxon and laughs.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Ayeee que paso?! Well, it might be more than a one time thing.

He shrugs.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: But who knows. It might be. You can never tell with these sort of things, Jax. C’mon you can tell me. What you got planned, huh?

Queen grins.

JAXON QUEEN: We may be friends, Em, but at Divine Supremacy? We're standing on opposite sides of the battlefield. We're going to be that friend vs friend situation that's always brought up when the Civil War is discussed, you know? So I'm going to have to keep some secrets.

He then nods at his friend.

JAXON QUEEN: No offense.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: So would you be Iron Man and I’m Captain America or the other way around?

Emilio shakes his head trying not to get caught up in the analogy.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Alright. Alright. Just know I’m keeping a close eye on you breh. I’m pulling out all the punches to get SubVersion that dub.

JAXON QUEEN: And I'm going to make sure that Defiance gets a win back after what happened last year. But yeah, may the better team win.

Queen extends his hand out, looking for a handshake from his friend. Emilio nods and shakes Jaxon’s hand.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Don’t worry amigo, lo haremos.

Emilio turns to walk away leaving the Defiance Team Captain standing there watching as his friend and Subversion Team Captain walk away.

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The scene fades backstage where Reapers In Pride members Chance Frost & ODB III were seen walking down the halls with a bottle of Bud Light in their hands.

CHANCE FROST: We should go look for Team Dick Lip Casket or something. A little warm up before we beat Atwater’s ass.

ODBIII: Ok. No problem. We are to do this after we are seep these beers.

Odyn raises his beer up in the air and goes to pound it down until he hears...

ZACK JONES: Don't worry, you don't have to look too far.

Zack Jones, one half of Team DLC, steps into the shot. The 26 year old smirks as he looks at the two RIP members.

ZACK JONES: Or...at least you don't have to look for one of us. Though trying to find Inferno is like trying to catch smoke; impossible. He's more of a “I'll find you, don't try to find me” type of guy, y’know?

The bug-eyed Odyn takes a sip from his beer and proceeds to smash the bottom of the bottle off the wall, turning the beer bottle into a pretty deadly weapon.

ODBIII: Dumb EED-YOT! WHO ARE YOU TO COME AND FIND THE REAPERS MOTHER FUCKER?! WE ARE TO FIND YOU, AND NOW YOU JUST WALK INTO YOU ARE DEATH.

ZACK JONES: Whoa there, pal. Slow your roll. I'm just here making some small talk with the guys who weren't brave enough to even attack us face to face. Which kinda makes this threat that you just tossed out a little empty, but what do I know?

Jones shakes his head.

ZACK JONES: Anywayyy, I just wanted to check in on you guys and let you know that we didn't really appreciate what you did a few weeks back. In fact, Inferno thought about maybe setting the Chaotica loose on your various places of operations but I managed to negotiate with him.

Chance grunts and takes a swig from his bottle.

CHANCE FROST: Who the hell do you think you are, kid? Walking up on us like you done grown a set of iron coated balls. Do you know who are talking to? Do you know just who you’re fucking with?

Chance tosses the bottle to the side causing it to shatter into a bunch of pieces on the ground.

CHANCE FROST: What’s gonna stop us from making you meet Grim earlier than you probably destined to, huh? Just looking at your face has me ready to peel it the fuck off!

ODBIII: ME TOO! YOU HAVE VERY KICKABLE FACE, JONES. UNDERSTAND THESE IS NOT AIR. YOU ARE NOT RUN THIS TURF. WE DO. YOU WANT FIGHT?

Balou cracks his knuckles and bumps Chance with his elbow.

ODBIII: Let us give this scallywag a fight.

Zack chuckles.

ZACK JONES: I was just coming to tell you that maybe you should check on your bikes, guys.

ODBIII and Chance turn to each other before they quickly begin to make their way to the parking lot, Zack following from a distance. Once they reach the doors leading to the parking lot, they push through and take a few steps out before stopping in their tracks. Eyes widened, the two quickly walk over...to what seems like a pair of motorcycles that have been destroyed. Zack then makes his way out, still keeping his distance as he watches with a grin. Chance and ODBIII examine their destroyed bikes before Chance grabs a small note off of the ground next to them. He opens it and reads it out loud.

CHANCE FROST: ...Shway.

Jones begins laughing as he looks at the two men that attacked him and Inferno last show.

ZACK JONES: Have a happy 4th of July, jackasses. As you can tell, Inferno sends his love.

Zack continues to laugh as he walks back into the arena, closing the door shut. ODBIII and Chance stare a hole through Jones before going back to looking at their destroyed motorcycles.

ODBIII: … what the fuck is Schway?

And the scene faded out.

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As the scene fades back into the arena Whisper is seen standing in the ring set to announce the next match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is an Handicap Match!

Cheap pop.

The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing at this time, standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred-and-forty pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER!

Before stalking to the ring with purpose. Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle, taking in the positive reaction of the crowd for a moment and nodding before climbing down and making his way to his corner, a look of grim determination on his face as he awaits the start of the match.

JACK WARREN: I hope this prick dies tonight.

BRIAN MASON: That’s a bit harsh isn’t it?

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn bruh that’s fucked up. But we might just see it.

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead


The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena.

The camera then pans towards the crowd as Chance Frost, ODB3 and Viktor Volkov 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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent….Chance Frost & ODB3...THE REAPERS HELLHOUNDS!

As fans reach out to try and touch the men they pull their arms away and pushes the fans away. Some even go ahead and threaten the fans that tried and reach out. After being separated from the fans by security they continue down the stairs to the barricade.

They stop looking around the arena and towards the ring then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring walking around as if they owned the joint. They look over to the announcers desk giving them a hard cold stare before turning away from them setting their eyes towards the crowd.

They shake their heads and look towards the ramp waiting for whoever to come out to their ring.

BRIAN MASON: I hate this. Shane shouldn’t have to deal with this crap! This is clearly unfair!

JACK WARREN: Shut it Mase! No one cares about what you have to say! This is glorious. We’re gonna witness the death of Shane Atwater! I couldn’t of asked for a better Fourth Of July!

HANDICAP MATCH
Shane Atwater vs. Odyn Davel Balou III & Chance Frost w/ Viktor Volkov

DING! DING!! DING!!!

After the bell rang Odyn agreed to start the match off for the Reapers Hellhounds. Chance nods and exits the ring to stand on the apron. Volkov held his title close to him and smirked as he stared across at the former World Champion, Atwater. Shane didn’t seem to be phased by having to face Odyn first in his handicap match as he walked into the center of the ring ready to get the match going. Odyn pointed at Shane and said something to Chance and Viktor that made them laugh. Again Shane didn’t look phased by this as he still stood at the ready. Odyn walked over with his hands up ready to go. The two tangle up in the center of the ring for a short moment as Atwater switched to Ody’s back and lifted Odyn off of his back then brought him down on the mat showing off his amaturer wrestling abilities. He then spun around towards Odyn’s head placing him in a front headlock before going to throw his knee. Before he could Odyn quickly pulled away and got back on his feet. He looked down at Shane seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to just coast through this match. Atwater got back up to his feet and waved Odyn over.

The two linked back up in the center of the ring and this time it was Odyn showing off his ameutur wrestling abilites as he switched to Atwater’s backside and slammed him down on the mat. Instead of going for a front headlock he placed the former World Champion in a side headlock and punched him several times before he let go. Odyn then got back up to his feet before he grabbed Atwater by his hair to get him up to his feet. He chops Atwater in the chest as hard as could a few times backing Atwater up into a corner turnbuckle. He then backed up before sprinting over going for a Running European Uppercut. Before he could land it Atwater was quick to move out of the way causing the former Lionheart Champion to run crash and burn into the turnbuckle. Atwater then wraps his arms around Atwater’s waist and hits Release German Suplex!

JACK WARREN: UGH?! C’mon you big goof you had one job! One job and that was to NOT let this piece of shit Atwater able to do a damn thing!

RANDY THE PILOT: You ain’t gonna get in there and do it yaself though.

BRIAN MASON: Don’t get him any ideas, Randy.

Atwater back up to his feet now, walks over to Odyn and stomps down on him a few times before getting him back up to his feet. He then hits a few uppercuts of his own before hitting a Snap Belly-To-Belly Suplex! Atwater gets back up to his feet to a roar from the crowd. Instead of acknowledging the cheers he goes right back on the attack on Odyn. He mounts himself on top of Odyn and looks over to Volkov as he begins to punch him repeatedly. Chance looked as if he was about to get back into the ring and go after Shane but the former champion was quick to stand right up to his feet to meet with Frost. The ref too was there ready to tell Chance to get back out and to his corner. With the referee distracted and Atwater’s back turned Odyn low blows the former World Champion. The crowd boos as Odyn rolls Atwater up going for the pin!

ONE



TW--KICKOUT!


Atwater made the kickout but was still cringing from the pain of the low blow. Odyn got back up to his feet and stomped down on Odyn repeatedly before getting him back up to his feet. He then irish whips Atwater into the Reapers’ corner. Once in the corner Chance wrapped the string from the pad around Atwater’s neck as Odyn tagged him in. The former Lionheart Champion then begins to tee off on Atwater with a punching combination before ending the combination with a huge Roundhouse Kick. Chance let’s go of Atwater after the kick and watches Atwater fall flat onto the mat.

JACK WARREN: Finally! These bozzos are doing something right for once.

BRIAN MASON: Yeah and it took a stinking low blow to do it! These Reapers are nothing but scum! Scum I tell you! SCUM!!!!

Chance enters the ring with a smirk on his face as he stares down at Atwater. Frost kicks Shane in his ribs as he got up to his knees causing the champion to flip over onto his back. Chance holds up his arms taunting to the crowd causing them to boo him. He laughs as he hits the ropes and hits a knee drop to the face. Frost gets back up to his feet only to hit another knee drop. While still down, Chance sits Atwater up and locks in a headlock with his knee to his back. Frost pulls back as hard as he could hoping for him to quit. Atwater refuses to give up and Chance tosses him to the side. He then waits for Atwater to get back up to his feet. After he does Chance sprints over going for a lariat but Shane ducks under and hits the ropes. On his way back Atwater hits a clothesline taking the Reaper down.

Shane falls to a knee and holds onto his side. He got up to his feet and got Chance back up to his feet. Chance shoved Atwater off of him and the two stared down one another. The two circled around the center of the ring before they began to trade punches in the center of the ring. Atwater ducked under a punch and kicked Frost in the midsection once he turned around towards him. He then hit a Single Arm DDT. Shane then got up to a knee and looked over to Volkov staring him down for a bit before he glanced over at the title resting on his shoulder. Atwater then turned towards Chance and mounted himself back on top hitting him with a few punches before turning him over and locking in a cobra clutch. The ref asks Chance if he wants to quit but he refuses. Before referee could get a chance to ask Frost again Odyn runs over and pulls Atwater off. The referee steps between the two and orders OBD3 back to his corner.

RANDY THE PILOT: Numbers game coming back in play.

BRIAN MASON: Knew this handicap match was a bad idea.

JACK WARREN: And who the fuck asked you, Mase?! Sit there and enjoy the fucking show!

BRIAN MASON: Why do--

JACK WARREN: THE MAN HAS SPOKEN!

Before Shane managed to turn back around, Chance rolled out of the ring. Atwater seen Chance trying to catch his breath at ringside and got out of the ring. He made his way over to Chance and went to grab him but no! Chance spun around free and tossed Atwater into the ring post! The crowd boos as Chance leans on the ring apron after tossing Atwater into the ring post. He hears the referee making the count out and goes to retrieve the former champion. He grabs the back Atwater’s neck and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in after him and begins to stalk him. Once he gets up to his feet he begins to hit Atwater with a boxing combination before hitting a Northern Lights Suplex. Chance then makes his way over to the corner and tags in ODB.

The two then make their way over to Atwater and pick him up. They Irish whip him into the ropes and hit a double Spinbuster once he returned back into their grasp. ODB goes for the pin after Chance exits the ring.

ONE




TWO






THRRR--KICKOUT!!


Odyn looks up to the referee angry with the count. The referee tells him again that it was the right count. Odyn grunted and got Atwater back up to his feet. He punched Atwater a few times before going for a clothesline. Atwater ducks under and hits a Dropkick out of nowhere to take Odyn down. The fans pop as they cheer him on to get back up to his feet.

JACK WARREN: NO! NO! C’MON?!

Shane gets back up to his feet slowly with the help of the ropes. He then turns around towards Odyn and sees him getting back up to his feet. He waits for him to get back up and takes him down with a knee to the face! Chance seeing Odyn in trouble runs in and sprints towards Atwater only for him to be tossed over the ropes and into the barricade. The crowd continues to cheer Atwater on as he starts to heat up. He crouches down and waits for Odyn to get back up to his feet. With his back turned toward Atwater, Odyn gets back up to his feet and stumbles into the arms of the former World Champion. Atwater then hits the Parabola! The fans knew what was coming next as he goes to lock in The Crucible!

BRIAN MASON: THE CRUCIBLE IS LOCKED IN! THIS ONE MIGHT BE OVER?!

Before Odyn could begin to tap out the World Champion slides into the ring and begins to stomp down on Shane Atwater. The referee quickly calls for the bell disqualifying the Reapers Hellhounds.

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

No matter, Volkov began to stomp down on Atwater. Chance then slides back into the ring joining his Reaper bretheren in the beat down to Shane Atwater.

BRIAN MASON: Great! Just great! I knew this was going to happen! I just knew it!

JACK WARREN: This is what they should’ve done from the get go Mase!

Eventually Odyn was back up to his feet and joined in. Chance and Odyn then got Shane up to his feet and held him up for the champion. Volkov grabbed his title and looked to take him out with it but…”Red Flag” by. Billy Talent hits the PA System and sprinting down the ramp was the Bloodlust Champion! The Reapers turned surprised by the champion coming to Atwater’s aid. He slides into the ring and begins to go at it with ODB first then Chance! The fans bursts into cheers as they see Stryker going at the Hellhounds! He tosses Chance out of the ring shortly after tries to do the same with ODB. Before he could Volkov was there to stop him as he got spun around. Volkov tried to hit the Red Hammer but no! Atwater grabbed onto him looking for the Parabola! Volkov managed to get free and quickly rolled out of the ring along with ODB. Seething with rage, Viktor Volkov storms over to the timekeeper’s area, ripping the microphone out of Whisper Viperi’s hand and taking his belt before turning to face Stryker who is stood in the ring.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BIG MAN NOW?

The World Champion paces back and forth, as if expecting an answer to his rhetorical question. After a few moments, a now calmer Volkov speaks once more, although this time with a lot more malice.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: This...this is what I fucking think. You get lucky victory against Red Wolf and you think you are something. You are nothing! NOTHING! You come to ring, interfere in MY business. Interfere in REAPER business...

His voice trails off as he stops, the cogs beginning to turn in his head. A smirk develops on Viktor’s face.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Okay...so you will prove this. Motherfucker, trust me when I say, I will make you prove this. Defiance...50 L whatever this fuck name is. I will defend World title.

The crowd begins to cheer the announcement, but they’re instantly cut off by the big Russian.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Shut your fucking mouth when I am talk. Cyka blyat. I will defend World title, against YOU, Brian Stryker. Everybody is BAN from ringside. Just two people...Viktor Volkov and Brian Stryker, and believe me when I say...you will be punish for your action.

RIP’s Hell Raiser nods to himself as Shane Atwater shakes his head in frustration, clearly not pleased with the past few minutes events. Volkov picks up on this instantly, and begins to chuckle.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Yes, you do not like this Atwater...heh...heh...well this is your fucking fault, motherfuck bitch. You interfere in match to embarrass Volkov, you make Stryker beat me, WELL I SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPEN TO HIM. I WILL DO TO HIM WHAT I DO TO YOU. TEN TIME OVER. DEFIANCE 50 IS NO UNDERDOG STORY. JUST DEATH.

With that Volkov throws his microphone to the floor, leaving a bewildered Stryker in the ring along with a disgruntled former champion in Shane Atwater. “Sgori [Burn]” begins to play as Viktor joins up with Chance and ODB III, the three of them making their way back up the ramp together.

WINNER: SHANE ATWATER VIA DISQUALIFICATION (13:14)
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The lights in the arena dim as Jeff Williams 'Sacrifice' begins to play. Fog creeps into the area, thick and white, as images of people fighting appear within. Movement is seen at the top of the stage. As Alex Reyn man begins walking slowly to the ring.

The lights slowly brighten as Alex finally steps inside the ring, raising a microphone to his lips as he begins to speak in a calm, soft tone of voice.

ALEX REYN: It has been two months since I have come to this arena. And in that time, I am pleased to inform you that some of your warriors have actually managed to impress me. To show true fire and skill. And for that I honour you.

For a second, he paused. A look of bitterness going across his face.

ALEX REYN: But it hasn’t been enough. It hasn’t been NEARLY enough. So many of you are held back by your own weakness. Volkov let’s himself be lead around like a dog on a leash. Serving under a childish and petty man, who was unable to exercise his own demons, when he could easily walk on his own. The rest of that clan are too busy making fools of themselves, James Shark is more concerned about LOOKING strong than actually BEING strong. Felicity couldn’t even put down someone as worthlessly pathetic as her cousin, Ashley’s reign is at an end, and Brad Kane? You STRUGGLED to defeat Sho Kojima. A man who I ended in seconds. Imagine what I would do to you?.

ALEX REYN: Right now, there are only two people who I even REMOTELY consider a threat: Sine Mora. I see the fear they inflict upon their opponents and it excites me. It ignites the blood in my veins and sends power through my spine! This is a war I will gladly fight with you Sine Mora. And when our blood spills onto the floor from our ruined throats, the last warrior alive will truly have the right to ca-

BRIAN MASON: What the?! WHO’S THAT?!

Out of nowhere a man slides into the ring after hopping over the barricade. He sprints towards Reyn going for an Discuss Elbow to the back of the head but Reyn was able to dodge the attack after hearing the footsteps of the assailant and the looks on the faces of the fans. Once he turns to see who it was that tried to take his head off he looks to be shocked at first but begins to smirk.

JACK WARREN: What in the hell is this arsonist fetish creepshow doing here?!

RANDY THE PILOT: FLAME IS HERE?! FLAME IS HERE?! FINALLY SOMEONE THAT CAN WARM UP MY LAST SLICE OF PIZZA?!

BRIAN MASON: The Undisputed HKW AIR Champion of Champions is back! And looks like he has his aim set for this time around!

Flame brushes his green and blue dyed hair back with his hand as he stares across the ring at Alex Reyn. The two begin to circle the ring keeping an eye on one another with the fans cheering hoping for the two to go at it. It would seem like the fans would get just that but Alex seemed to have other plans. He stands up straight and shakes his head. He slowly turns around turning his back on the Blazin’ One as if he didn’t respect him enough to even give him the time of day. Flame did not try to go for the attack as Alex turned his back towards him he instead stood there staring at his back intentivily.

JACK WARREN: Well if you was going to do something Flame, now would be the time.

BRIAN MASON: Or maybe Alex is just too scared to even fight him!

Noticing that Flame wasn’t taking the bait, Alex chuckles a bit and exits the ring. Flame walks into the center of the ring and sits down while watching Alex walk up the ramp leaving him there. The fans begin to boo Alex as they wanted the two to go to war right there and then.

BRIAN MASON: Alright we didn’t get to see them go at it, but you have to wonder why Flame is here and why he has set his target on Alex Reyn of all people.

JACK WARREN: Isn’t it obvious Mase? He wants to impress THE MAN!

RANDY THE PILOT: Or maybe Alex was just running his mouth a little bit too much? Who knows what’s going through the mind of that lunatic.

The scene slowly fades away with Flame still staring up the ramp as he sat in the middle of the ring. Before the scene fades to black the sides of the ramp bursts into flames as well as the turnbuckles as Flame flashes a smile.

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The video fades from black to show Ashley Sullivan sitting crossed-legged on a concrete ground. A baseball cap obscures some of her face. Sounds of ocean waves can be heard crashing, behind is a blue sky hidden behind a brick archway, obvious that she is in an open building with the beach nearby.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: I've had a lot of time to thing lately... to reflect. About my career and where to go from here, just what really a friend is supposed to be... everything.

Turning her head, Ashley's face is in full view as her blue eyes look directly into the camera.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: And you know what I've come up with? You make your own path. For better or worse, you're the one that decides where you go. No one's going to help you along the way. However you get to where you want to be, it needs to be because of you and you alone. Any fake people, and believe me there's a lot of them in this business, just push them all aside. Get them away from you before they have a chance to stick that knife in your back. You can see it a mile off but don't think you're immune to it, they'll eventually do it and walk away laughing at you for being dumb enough to trust them to begin with. No, keep only the real people around you, let them walk their own path while you do the same. If you end up meeting up at a crossroads and you get to share that road with your best friend for a bit, then that makes it all the better for a time. But that time isn't now. My HKW path is a tricky road with a bunch of barbed-wire, thumb tacs and fire back behind me.

Looking away, the former Bloodlust Champion takes a deep breath as she listens to the sound of the waves, using it to calm herself.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: But that's behind me now. Ahead of me, there's something a lot more... difficult. It's getting pretty rocky but these shows are made for hiking, not some for some prancing around while photo-whoring with a cup of Starbucks but for getting shit done. The road ahead is about me, and my goals, and what I want to get done in this business before I get all old and tired and my body just says to me "Fuck it, you're on your own bitch". This is about me finally getting to the top of this god damned mountain that I've spent almost three years climbing.

Ashley almost laughs as she thinks about something, shaking her head.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: You know, if I have any regrets in these past three years about my career, it's that I ever left HKW. Yes, FGA was a good learning experience. It was like going off to college, learning you some stuff about the outside world. But then it comes time to really get down to business. That year away from HKW, what did I do? Honestly. I wasted a year of progress in teaming with someone that can't seem to cope with shit people have to deal with all the time. I wasted a year being seen as nothing more than the friend of a two-faced bitch that thinks the world revolves around her. I wasted a year when I could've been doing so much more. I look back on that year and what was going on here in HKW and think "Damn, I really missed the boat." Me and Fel probably would've ended up going at it for the HKW World title for all I know. Maybe that can still happen somewhere down the line, Fel. See you at Destiny 5 maybe.

Brushing at her thighs, Ashley acts like she is getting dirt off of the legs of her jeans before pointing a finger hard into the ground.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Consider this me getting right back on that boat. My HKW career doesn't need to be defined as half of Descent, some jack offs ex girlfriend or even the bitch that put the Bloodlust division on the map. Looking back on my career, if there's only one thing that people will end up remembering me for, let it be from this moment to when I reach the top of this mountain. And I promise you I WILL be there. Hell, I'll even say this. I guarantee that, by the end of this year, HKW fans will see me on top. I'm so close too, I know it. And, unless some kind of act of God happens, I'll be in the Defiance finals of the All Or Nothing series, getting me another step within reaching for it all. This is my time and I DARE anyone to try and get in my way to stop me from reaching my dream. I've wasted enough time and let myself get distracted by fake ass people too much. That's all gone and now my path is clear.

Reaching around to the camera, the video fades to black as Ashley turns it off.

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WHISPER VIPERI::
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the SECOND BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE MATCH OF THE NIGHT!

An eerie ambient sound plays, as the lights flash on and off again. The lights suddenly flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "I Hope You Suffer" by AFI plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside.

WHISPER VIPERI:: Introducing first... From Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!!

He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

WHISPER VIPERI:: And his opponent…

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 isle way.

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.

BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Jimmy Page vs. Xavier Asher Daniels

DING! DING!! DING!!!

The match gets underway with both XAD and Page looking at time ticking down from 7:41 on the knoxotron. Page spins around and charges right at XAD with a lariat attempt, but XAD ducks it and disorients Page with a knife edge chop to the chest! XAD pushes forward and connects with a second knife edge chop, but Page pulls XAD’s head forward and blasts him with a vicious forearm to the face.

XAD staggers back against the ropes, giving Page enough space to pick up some steam and clothesline XAD right out of the ring! Giving him no time to breathe, Page immediately exits the ring and takes a quick look at the time running down.

6:37

Page turns his attention back to XAD and goes to launch him into the steel steps, but XAD turns Page’s momentum against him and pulls him into a big knee to the midsection!

ONE!

TWO!


The referee starts his ten count, but XAD ignores and delivers yet another knee to Page, this time to his face. With Page stunned, XAD tries to smash Page’s head off the apron, but Page elbows XAD in the midsection, spins him around, and delivers a big russian legsweep to the edge of the apron!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch! That had to hurt.

JACK WARREN: Everything that happens between the bells hurts, Mason. Like the old saying goes -- this ain’t ballet.

RANDY THE PILOT: Some nice innovation showed by Page, though. XAD dropped like he just had his spine severed.

THREE!

FOUR!


Page hears the referee’s count up to four and glances up at the knoxotron…

5:41

Figuring that he had a better chance of winning via countout instead of putting XAD away, Page stomps down at XAD’s head once and slides back into the ring. Page shouts and tries to intimidate the referee into counting faster, but the ref keeps his cool and counts steadily

FIVE!

SIX!


Damn near foaming from the mouth, Page begins grating his fingers through his hair as he watches XAD get to his knees.

RANDY THE PILOT: Big mistake by Page, bruh. He should’ve known it was gonna take quite a bit to take XAD out and kept beating the hell out of him.

JACK WARREN: Page has never been known as a thinking man's wrestler, Randy…

The former HKW Tag Team champion glances at the clock

5:19

And slides back out of the ring after to XAD to break the referee’s ten count. Page pulls XAD up to his feet, and attempts a second russian legsweep to the edge of the apron, but XAD elbows Page off and catches him with a jumping knee to the face! With Page groggy, XAD pushes forward and wraps his arm around Page’s head. Wasting no time, XAD pulls Page up and delivers a beautiful running brainbuster to the floor!

BRIAN MASON: BRAINBUSTER! BRAINBUSTER TO THE FLOOR!

RANDY THE PILOT: XAD could be heading into the chamber if he can keep this up.

Xavier listens for the referee’s count…

THREE!

And then checks the clock ticking down on the knoxotron…

4:30

Not wanting to take any chances, XAD pulls Page’s limp body up and slides him into the ring! XAD leaps onto the apron, measures Page up, and dives onto Page with the slingshot somersault senton! XAD immediately crawls back toward Page and hooks the leg for the cover…

ONE!


TWO!

KICKOUT!

XAD glances over at the knoxotron…

3:55

And goes for the cover again!

ONE!


TW--KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: And now Xavier’s the dumbass. Do these two not pay attention what the other does?! IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT MORE THAN A COUPLE OF PUNCHES, KICKS AND LEGSWEEPS TO FINISH EITHER OF THESE GUYS OFF!

BRIAN MASON: This is the most passionate I’ve heard you sound, JW.

JACK WARREN: Because it pisses me off that idiots like these two have a chance to compete for a title that I carried.

XAD pulls Page up to a vertical base and pushes him back against the corner. He begins to unleash with a fury of kicks to Page’s midsection, but something in Page SNAPS! He lunges forward and grabs a hold of the side of XAD’s head with one hand, then begins delivering elbow after elbow after elbow to XAD’s face!

RANDY THE PILOT: Seven, eight, nine, ten, HOLY SHIT HE’S TRYING TO BREAK HIS FACE!

After the THIRTEENTH elbow, Page releases XAD’s head, takes a few steps back, and nearly decapitates him with a HUGE lariat!! Page looks at the clock…

2:59

And makes the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


XAD breaks out of the count at two, but Page immediately mounts overtop of him and begins pounding away at XAD’s face with right hand after right hand. After the fifth, Page pulls XAD up to a vertical base and sends him flying into the corner! With XAD positioned right where he wants him, Page charges forward and attempts a corner Yakuza kick…

… but XAD slips out of the way! Seeing that Page’s leg was hooked over the top rope, XAD sneaks up behind Page and rolls him up in a schoolboy, pressing down with all his weight as the referee slides into position to make the cover…

ONE!


TWO!


THRRRRRR-NO! PAGE KICKS OUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn that was close.

Both men scramble up to their feet and looked over at the time…

1:57

Seeing that they only had under two minutes left, both Page and XAD meet in the center of the ring and start exchanging blows! The camera turns into a split screen of Nicole Hamilton eagerly watching the match, then shows Page connect with a spinning neckbreaker when the match goes full screen.

With XAD down, Page pulls down his elbow pad and calls for the concussion, watching as XAD uses the ropes to pull himself up.

BRIAN MASON: ONE MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS LEFT!

JACK WARREN: But if Page hits this he’s only gonna need three seconds!

Page patiently waits for Xavier to stand, stomping his feet off the mat to keep his own adrenaline going. Once XAD rises to his feet, Page shoots forward for the Rolling Elbow…

… but XAD ducks out of the way and a lands a backstabber on Jimmy Page! The crowd explodes as Xavier reaches out for the ropes and turns his attention to the knoxotron…

0:59

RANDY THE PILOT: It’s the final COUNTDOWN!

XAD nods his head, knowing that he has to kick it into high gear. He gets to his feet and motions for Page to get to his knees, which he does. Xavier then goes for the Star Kick, but Jimmy catches his foot and uses it to pull him in before sending him flying with an exploder suplex!

BRIAN MASON: Page may have just turned the tide!

Jimmy quickly gets to his feet and grabs Xavier by the hair before pulling him up. Page then hooks his opponent’s head before attempting a suplex, only for XAD to land behind him! Daniels then wraps his legs around Page’s head and drives him into the mat with a reverse frankensteiner! However, after hitting the move, Page rolls to the outside, getting a round of good from the audience!

0:17

JACK WARREN: He's running out of time!

Xavier quickly races out of the ring and grabs Jimmy before trying his best to roll him in the ring, eventually doing so! Daniels then slides in and gets to his feet before he motions for the Star Kick, only for the buzzer to ring out just before Page gets to his knees!

DING! DING! DING!

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

XAD can't believe it. He begins pleading with the ref, but there's nothing the ref can do. Daniels then turns around and gets floored by a rolling elbow from Page!

BRIAN MASON: COME ON! THAT'S UNNECESSARY!

JACK WARREN: I thought it was more funny than unnecessary!

RANDY THE PILOT: Of course you would.

Jimmy then mounts himself on top of Xavier and begins hammering down on him with lefts and rights until a group of refs are able to pull Page off the now busted open Daniels. Page stares at the laid out XAD before walking off, a look of anger on his face.

WINNER: Draw
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"Phenomenal" by Eminem filled the speakers, the crowd jumping out their seats as the arena lights began to dimmer down and gold sparklers fell down onto the top of the stage. There was still no sign of Felicity herself, but her HKW video took over the tron, illuminating the arena with the sparklers.



BRIAN MASON: Folks… IT IS TIME!

The sparklers finally stop, a spotlight now shining at the top of the stage as Felicity came out through the curtain to a huge ovation from the Seattle crowd! She made her way into the spotlight, her arms extended to her sides (right arm only halfway up) wearing a black and gold "Supreme" sweatsuit covering her body. She took a long look at the crowd and smirked before she started making her way down the ramp.

RANDY THE PILOT: She’s baaaaaack.

JACK WARREN: Shut up, Randy. She only missed one damn show.

Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity spun around to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt, making sure to point at it with her thumb. She spun back forward and took a quick look at the fans at ringside, smirking once she saw them bowing in her direction.

BRIAN MASON: Seriously can’t wait to hear what’s on this young lady’s mind. Zelda Rune got a little bit out of her, but I have a feeling we’re about to get the full story right here, right now.

Felicity took her time up the steps, then walked to the middle of the apron. She turned around to face the crowd and sprawled her arms out to her sides, soaking in every bit of energy from the audience. She entered the ring and started spinning around in circles as the lights in the arena got brighter and brighter. She continued until the arena was fully lit, then flipped her sweatshirt hood off of her head and walked toward the corner to climb up to the middle rope. She stared out into the crowd and watched them as they bowed in her direction. She bowed back once, then hopped back into the ring and reached her hand out to grab a microphone from Whisper Viperi.

As her theme song began to die down, Felicity moved toward a free corner and sat on the middle turnbuckle, her back pressed against the top turnbuckle for comfort (benefits of being short).

FELICITY BANKS: It’s been a long, long, looooong seven weeks for me to say the least. Seven weeks that I could make a case for being the worst time period in my career thus far. It all started with me winning the World Championship GO briefcase, but, at the same time? I lost the No Limits championship. A championship that I carried proudly and did everything I could to make sure that it was viewed at the same level with the World championship.

The crowd remained quiet, Felicity standing up to circle around the ring with her chin tucked down.

FELICITY BANKS: But that wasn’t even the worst part about it. As much as it hurts to lose championship gold, there are things in this life that mean more than any gold or any accomplishment that you could achieve. For some it’s their love life, for others it’s their friends… but to me? It’s family. You could ask anyone in the back or outside of the wrestling world and they’ll tell you that family has always been my top priority. Now, I knoooow that it hasn’t always looked that way…

She laughed, thinking back to her six month long battle with her cousin Luke,

FELICITY BANKS: But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for any of those crazy pricks, and I’m pretty sure they feel the same way about me. When we fight? It’s out there for the whole world to see. We were all raised with a cut-throat mentality and it doesn’t matter to us who’s the one starting the problems because we’re the ones who finish it… even if the fight is with someone within the family.

She paused for a moment, biting down on the inside of her lip as she looked up at the crowd.

FELICITY BANKS: So when someone tells me that this little ‘issue’ between Brandon and I can’t be resolved? I laugh. Not because it’s funny -- but because it pisses me off that people think that this is the worst thing that’s ever happened between my brother and me…

She narrowed a brow, her eyes fixed on the hard camera.

FELICITY BANKS: … but it’s not. The reason why Brandon and I are as close as we are is because of all the crap both of us went through… together. Things that we got over together, and things we fought over to make sure one of us walked away with what we wanted. This thing… right now? It doesn’t rank up there with what happened when our dad died. It doesn’t rank up there with what happened when Brandon dove into drugs and developed a problem. It doesn’t rank up there with ANYTHING that happened behind closed doors that we managed to get through.

She stopped, moving back toward the center of the ring.

FELICITY BANKS: The main thing about this fight right now? It’s very public. It’s out there for the world to see, and why wouldn’t it be? For years now people have wondered just which Banks was better, right? People always ask what would happen if Brandon and Felicity went one on one. The old school BB fans? They say he’d walk all over me like it’s nobody’s business, right?

The vast majority of the Seattle crowd boo the hell out of the HKW owner's name, but there were some LOUD BB fans in the building that gave the booing audience members a run for their money.

FELICITY BANKS: But the new school SUUUUUUUUPREEEEMAAAAAAAAAAAAH fans? They already think that I’ve left a bigger mark on this business than my dear old brother, correct?

Huge pop. Enough to drown at any boos from the BB fans.

FELICITY BANKS: You see, that’s exactly what I think this is about. Reactions just like those two right there. Whenever a wrestler feels like they’re at the backend of their career, they start to miss the little things. Fighting? We could fight anywhere! What we miss is the reactions. What we miss is how we have the power to make thousands… no. MILLIONS of people either love us or hate us at the drop of a dime. Brandon? He always prided himself on having power over the people… and the fact that he wasn’t the getting the reactions from you that he was used to?

She forced a smirk and turned her attention to the top of the ramp.

FELICITY BANKS: Well, that just ate you alive, didn’t it, Brandon? You heard the reaction that I got at War Ready. You heard the reaction Zero got. You heard the reaction for every single person in that match! But, with you? It went kind of quiet, didn’t it?

She took a step toward the ropes, her eyes never leaving the top of the ramp.

FELICITY BANKS: Fact is? The fans didn’t know whether they should cheer you or boo you. You expected a deafening ovation based on name value alone, but since you didn’t get that… you took matters into your own hands. You gave fans all around the wrestling world a reason to boo you by using ME to get your point across.

She shook her head in disgust.

FELICITY BANKS: And I’m not going to not do anything about it, B-Man. You see, this business? It’s always driven you crazy. It’s always made you do things and say things that you know you didn’t want to. It changes you from the loveable guy who loves all things animals, to the guy we’re all seeing right now. A bitter, angry all the time, washed up veteran who thinks everything should be the way he has it painted in his head. ANY OTHER WAY IS WRONG UNLESS IT’S THE BRANDON BANKS WAY!

BRANDON BANKS: Holy fucking shit, bruh.

The crowd booed as Brandon stepped out from behind the curtain and made his way out onto the entrance ramp.

BRANDON BANKS: How much fuckin’ longer you gonna talk for, Fel? You realize this a two hour show, right? I know you think you run things around here, but you don’t. I DO!

Brandon chuckled while Felicity remained stone faced.

BRANDON BANKS: What the hell you even doin’ here, Fel? You ain’t cleared to compete. You ain’t booked for this show. Nobody came here tonight to see Felicity Banks for fucks sake! They came to see… ME! THE SUPERIOR BANKS!

He sprawled his arms out to his sides and took in the jeers and boos from the crowd.

BRANDON BANKS: Ohhh, I know. This is your goodbye to HKW, ain’t it? You came here tonight to tell these folks that you finally smartened the fuck up and you gonna take my advice right? You gonna LEAVE HKW!

He stopped, tucking the microphone underneath his armpit to give Felicity a sarcastic round of applause.

BRANDON BANKS: You surprised me with this one, Fel. Didn’t think your stubborn ass would actually do the right thing for once and let me be the only Banks here. Kudos to you, Fel. I’ma go ahead and let you finish, but you only got a minute left. Hurry yo ass up because the boys back there are gettin’ anxious.

Brandon spun around and looked ready to walk to the back until Felicity said…

FELICITY BANKS: That’s not what I’m doing, Brandon.

Her words got Brandon to turn his head over his shoulder, his face with a “WTF” look on it.

FELICITY BANKS: Complete opposite actually. If you would’ve let me finished, you would’ve known that I was out here with a solution to this mess we found ourselves in. You said there can only be one Banks in HKW -- I say that wrestling as a whole is no good for you.

Felicity's words got Brandon to fully turnaround, his eyes fixed on his baby sister in the ring.

FELICITY BANKS: These downfalls of yours? They always start right when you get back into wrestling. Every single freaking time something bad happens to you -- it’s triggered over something that happened in wrestling. I can’t take seeing something bad happen to you again. Mom can’t sleep sometimes because she’s scared that one day she’ll wake up to a phone call from the police asking her to identity your body. Gambino won’t even talk to you because he knows you had something to do with Alexa attacking him!

Brandon chuckled at the accusation and rolled his eyes.

FELICITY BANKS: And if you’re willing to do that to Jayden because he said that he wanted nothing to do with the problems between you and Zero? Who the hell knows what you’re capable of next. I don’t WANT to know what you’re capable of next! And I’m not going to let it get to the point where I find out. You want me out of HKW, and I want you out of wrestling - period.

The crowd cheered as Brandon squinted his eyes, wondering just where his sister was going with this.

FELICITY BANKS: There’s only one way to settle this as far as I’m concerned. Me against you at Divine Supremacy. Contract vs Career. Sister vs Brother. Market it however the hell you want -- I really don’t care, but understand this…

Felicity leaned over the ropes, making sure to stare directly at her brother's eyes.

FELICITY BANKS: … if you agree to these terms, you’re not my brother Brandon until Divine Supremacy is over. You become public enemy number one, and the second person that THEEE SUUUUUUUUUUPEEEEEEEEEEEMAH… retires.

The crowd cheered on Felicity's passionate words, but Brandon? He appeared unimpressed. He swirled his microphone around his hand, chuckling every so often as he rubbed his free hand down his cheek.

BRANDON BANKS: Wow.

He said sarcastically.

BRANDON BANKS: You really are feelin’ yourself these days, huh? You really, really think you could beat me in MY OWN RING?!

Brandon laughed while Felicity nodded her head and replied with a yah.

BRANDON BANKS: You mighta went to college, but you’re dumb as fuck, Fel. What don’t you understand about you always being the number two Banks, huh? Why is it so hard for you to grasp the fact that you’re nothing more than the flavor of a generation, and that nothing you do will ever surpass what I’ve done? Fel, you’ve been always been NUMBER TWO! YOU WENT FROM BEING WORLD CHAMPION, TO BEING THE NUMBER TWO CHAMPION! HELL, YOU WERE EVEN NUMBER TWO IN BIRTH BECAUSE I CAME FIRST!

Felicity couldn’t help but laugh at the reach made by her brother, gesturing for him to get to his point.

BRANDON BANKS: I been tryna avoid this, Fel. I been tryna avoid a match with you because I know that I’m fully capable of destroyin’ everything you managed to build in the last three years. Seem like it’s a bit unavoidable now, huh?

Felicity shrugged as Brandon spun the microphone around in his hand.

BRANDON BANKS: Fine, Fel. If I gotta beat your ass one time to get you the hell out of my company… you got it.

The crowd went wild at the confirmation for Banks vs. Banks at Divine Supremacy in a match where one of them would no longer be a part of Hard Knox Wrestling.

BRANDON BANKS: Biggest mistake of your life, Fel. Biggest mistake EVER. You just buried yourself, and at Divine Supremacy? I’m throwin’ the dirt on you.

Brandon spun around and walked toward the curtain, stopping once he heard his sister say…

FELICITY BANKS: As corny as this is about to sound, Brandon… all I ever really wanted was to be in the same sentence with you. I wanted people to say that Felicity Banks was the best in HKW like Brandon Banks was the best in PDW…

The crowd awwwe’d at Felicity’s words, Brandon just chuckling. He tucked his head down and brought the microphone closer to his lips, never bothering to turn around when he said:

BRANDON BANKS: Word… and all I ever wanted was to be an uncle... but we don’t always get what we want, do we, you dyke?

Brandon dropped the mic as the crowd let out an OHHHHHHH. Felicity remained still in the ring, her cheeks turning a crimson red as she watched her brother disappear behind the curtain.

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The sky itself is beginning to darken and the clouds themselves seemingly turning to a rich purple in the moonlight. A solitary figure steps out from the emergency exit, clad in a halved suit, one side powder blue, one side crimson red. His head is bowed, a shaggy mane forming a mop upon his head. His eyes are closed tightly as if in deep contemplation of what is to come as he lights a cigarette that he had been carrying in his right hand with a silver plated zippo lighter he was concealing in his left. The figure, who has a glistening golden belt strapped around his waist, clicks his bandaged fingers and raises a chalk white mask to his face before speaking.

JACKIE FOWLER: Ladies and gentlemen… I… am… a bellend!

The figure, revealed to be Jackie Fowler, pops the cigarette in the mouth hole of the mask, lolling his head to one side. Jackie gives a curt nod, before turning to the camera, eyes dead set upon it.

JACKIE FOWLER: Now most of you know me, some of you are frickin’ clueless. So let’s get right down t’business, eh? Me name is Jackie Fowler and I’m right royally fucked off. Yanno, I made this grand old entrance t’other week, got a little attention, got people talking. Yanno, that’s what I do. I make big, fuck off waves and I wipe ‘em out.

Pulling off his mask. a smile spreads upon the face of the man from Clitheroe. He takes a step forward, arms outstretched as he sneers in his strong northern English accent, showing the bandages on his hands, his right with the text ‘Sexy’ and the left reading ‘Jesus’.

JACKIE FOWLER: As you may have heard, that been a bit of a problem due to a sweet bit of ol’ MC Hammer time. But I think it’s about time I turn into the hammer, and start smashing some shit up around here. You see, ‘cause of this little accident, I weren’t able to represent this title belt here in it’s home city. And that has put me in a wee bit of a bad mood. So while Sofia King is off polishing her precious, lemme give you a little introduction to the “Bastard of Bowland”…

Jackie seems fired up as he continues on, firing out his points with his arms outstretched as if he is inviting someone for a fight.

JACKIE FOWLER: I am, without a doubt, THE BEST wrestler under the age of 25 in the whole world. And if that means getting down and dirty to win, I will. If that means beating seven bells of shit out anyone and everyone, I will. Nothing’s off limits, there are no limits and if I need to come smashing me way in driving me Range Rover then torch the building to the ground to get what I want, I will. Is that gonna be here on Defiance? Or that gonna be over in Subversion? You see, this is supposed to be where the best of the best come to play. And I’ve faced a bunch of your best, and I’ve beaten some of your best. But either way, whether red or blue, I will get what I want. ‘Cause I’m Jackie Fucking Fowler, I’m the biggest bellend in the biz and I ALWAYS get what I want!

Jackie Fowler pats the PPW Openweight belt around his waist, his voice becoming more serious and purposeful, his gruff Northern English accent rough around the edges.

JACKIE FOWLER: And tonight… I wanna pick a fight!

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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.

JACK WARREN:: Here comes these crazy bitches. THE MAN has to say that these chicks have slightly

Artemis already has a microphone in her hand as she looks among the crowd. She smiles, showing off her sharp teeth. Scarlet looks bored, resting her head on an open palm. She eyes the ringway as Artemis begins to talk.

ARTEMIS KAISER:: Last week, we tried to open up our open challenge. People don’t seem necessarily receptive to the idea. Then again, people don’t seem receptive to Scarlet and I. And for what reason? Because we told the truth for once? We did revive the dead Tag Team division. We have the belts to prove it and we have the accolade to do so. Big Mama Bryant and the little baby can harp on all they want about them being the best tag team. But TAKE NOTES, we’ll show you all how to get business done. So I’m going to drop this mic and get ready for a tag team to charge out here, thinking that they have what it takes to survive SINE MORA.

Artemis did just that and took a step back. She paces the ring, before looking at Scarlet. Suddenly, “Trouble” by. Migos feat. T.I. begins to play. The pop from the crowd is substantial as the two caped crusaders from RISE come out. Black To Action stands stalwart at the entranceway, soaking up the energy from the shocked crowd. They look at each other before posing in stereo and heading down the ramp, “flying” if you will.

WHISPER VIPERI:: And introducing the challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 400 Lbs, from Hotham, Pennsylvania, they are BLACK MAN AND ACTION KID, BLACK TO ACTIOOON!

They hurry down the ramp before entering the ring. The first thing they both do is head to the top turnbuckles, continuing their “flight”. Capes flutter around, much to the excitement of the crowd and the confusion of Sine Mora. They drop down before turning to the champions. They strike another heroic pose.

JERMAINE MARKS:: These niggas are wild.

JACK WARREN:: For once, THE MAN is actually...speechless. Wait, no, I’m not! WHO THE HELL LET THESE CAPED BASTARDS IN MY RING?

BRIAN MASON:: Well, for those who don’t know, this is Black to Action. They’re the self-proclaimed heroes of RISE. They got the capes, they got the physique, and most of all, they got the...nipples on their costumes.

JERMAINE MARKS:: Yoo, let me catch my breath, y’all. I’m dyin’ over here. I need what they got, man.

SINE MORA OPEN CHALLENGE - WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Black to Action vs. Sine Mora ©

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Action Kid pats Black Man on the shoulder, telling him that he needs to be saved for later. Black Man agrees and hurries off to the outside. Scarlet drags the still-confused Artemis to her corner and gives her a light smack. Artemis snaps out of her daze to look at Scarlet. She tells her that she got it. She turns around to see Action Kid with his hand out for a handshake. Scarlet sighs before slapping his hand away, she turns her head back to Artemis, telling her to snap out of it.

JERMAINE MARKS:: Artemis over there confused like a motherfucker.

BRIAN MASON:: If it’s that bad, this may end up being a handicap match.

Scarlet turns around to start the match and catches Scarlet with a sudden superkick! The crowd pops as he goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON:: And through the confusion, they almost just won the Tag Team Championships.

JACK WARREN:: THE MAN demands that these bitches win.

Action Kid brings Scarlet to her feet and whips her into his team’s corner. She runs in and hits her with a back elbow before tagging in Black Man. He sends Scarlet off the rope, but Scarlet ducks underneath a clothesline and jumps at Action Kid, knocking him off the rope. Black Man is quick to catch her and send her to the mat with a back suplex. Scarlet tries to get back to her feet, but Black Man gets to her before she makes it to a full vertical base. He snaps her down to the mat with a suplex and gets the float-over for the cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Scarlet rushes to her feet, getting some fair distance from Black Man. The hero poses, which prompts Action Kid to do so. Then, Artemis lays her hand out to Scarlet. Scarlet looks over at Artemis, before tagging her in. Artemis gets in and walks up to Action Kid, posing with him. Action Kid does the same, but while they’re posing, Artemis cracks Action Kid with a stiff roundhouse kick. She looks absolutely disgusted before tagging Scarlet in. From there, they both take turns, beating on Action Kid, while tagging each other in. Soon enough, Scarlet is the legal woman again and hurls Action Kid to Black Man. She demands that Black Man gets in to catch this “ass whooping” as she screams out.

JERMAINE MARKS:: Damn, Scarlet’s in a foul mood.

BRIAN MASON:: Isn’t she always?

JERMAINE MARKS:: Nah, she’s just rowdy. Tonight, she on that new mess.

Black Man, as the confident hero he is, tags himself in. When he enters the match, Scarlet jumps onto him, battering him with lefts and rights. The referee has to pry her off the man. Black Man gets up, holding his face and adjusting his mask. Scarlet grabs him and drags him to the opposite corner. Artemis tags herself in, and immediately goes for Salt in the Wound. Scarlet jumps into the ring, kicking Black Man in the face while Artemis wrenches the heel hook. The referee tells Scarlet to get out the ring, but Action Kid gets into interrupt the whole affair. He shoves Scarlet out the way, causing her to glare him down. Black Man gets to his feet while the referee switches his attention to getting Action Kid out of the ring. Once he does, Artemis runs up and kicks Black Man in the ribs.

BRIAN MASON:: These two seem to be throwing everyone for a loop in this match.

JACK WARREN:: They’re trying to degrade this match down to their style. Where we get to see two bitches get murdered. I like it.

Black Man holds them; Artemis follows up by stomping on them and applying pressure down on them. Black Man yells out in pain while he tries to get out of the move. The referee, looking a little tired, goes to get Artemis off Black Man. She does, feigning politeness. Once Black Man tries to get a hand out to his partner, Artemis runs in and snaps his arm down with an arm breaker. She applies a quick arm lock to further aggravate the pain; the referee gets down on the mat, asking if Black Man would like to tap. Action Kid starts clapping his hands, trying to will Black Man up to his feet.

Black Man starts to muster up strength over his smaller opponent. The crowd rallies behind Black Man’s effort, until Scarlet once again charges the ring and takes Action Kid out with a flying forearm. She exits the ring with an annoyed look on her face, while Artemis takes Black Man back down with an kimura lock. The referee looks on at the outside, while Scarlet makes her full round back to the other end of the ring. Action Kid starts to make it to his feet, looking winded from the sudden assault.

JACK WARREN:: Welcome to Defiance, kid! Here, people don’t appreciate that rallying bullshit!

JERMAINE MARKS:: She ain’t have to do him like that, though.

BRIAN MASON:: The referee has been giving out warnings this whole match, it seemed. He’s getting his paycheck tonight.

Black Man manages to gain enough strength to heave Artemis up to a standing position. She breaks the hold and throws a roundhouse kick that misses. Black Man jumps forward to tag in Action Kid! His sidekick hits the ring with a newfound fury. He catches the shocked Artemis with a clothesline. He goes over and blasts Scarlet with another one. Artemis gets up and tries to catch Action Kid with a front kick, but it only sends him off the rope and back with a shoulder barge. Action Kid tags in Black Man and they both set up. Artemis gets up and catches a double superkick that makes the crowd pop! Artemis crumbles to the mat where Black Man goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Black Man looks up worriedly. The referee tells him that it was a two count. He gets up, clapping his hands and goes over to Action Kid. He makes the tag and tells him that it’s time. Action Kid starts to ascend the top turnbuckle with excitement in his eyes. He poses once before taking off. When he comes down, Artemis traps him into a guillotine choke! Action Kid scrambles around in the ring, trying to get out of the hold. Black Man gets in and breaks up the hold, before retreating back outside of the ring. The referee goes to warn him of the constant interruptions. Action Kid gets up, holding his neck, frightful of Artemis’s sudden counter. When he gets up fully, Artemis’s up too.

Unfortunately for Action Kid, Artemis’s up with a Falcon Punch ready! The punch lands flush, forcing Action Kid down to the mat. Artemis goes for the cover, but before Black Man can enter the ring, Scarlet surprises him by yanking him off the ring apron.

BRIAN MASON:: And Scarlet with the interruption!

JACK WARREN:: Ran around to get the drop on them. NICE! A page right out of THE MAN’S playbook.

When Action Kid starts to come too, Artemis hoists him up on her back. She heads over to her corner where Scarlet returns to. She tags herself in and ascends the rope. Soon after, they hit the Genocide Event, putting Action Kid out like a light. The camera pans to show Black Man still out from his head hitting the floor hard. Scarlet goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Right as the bell sounds, Artemis whips her hands off. Scarlet makes it to her feet with a disgruntled look on her face. She explodes in anger, agitated over the earlier superkick.

WHISPER VIPERI:: Here are your winners and STILL YOUR HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, SINEEEEE MOOOOORAAAAAAA!

BRIAN MASON:: The champions used a devilish strategy to undercut the momentum of Black in Action. By using the rules to their advantage and picking their times, Black in Action never got their chance to really get going there.

JACK WARREN:: That takes a certain level of ruthlessness and intelligence to execute properly. It’s not the same quality as you know, my work, but they got the job done. And those bumbling fucktards aren’t getting any gold. BACK TO THE DEVELOPMENT WITH YOU TWO LOSERS.

JERMAINE MARKS:: Tell ‘em how you really feel, slim.

Artemis beckons for a microphone while glaring down at Action Kid. Scarlet holds up their tag team belts while Artemis speaks.

ARTEMIS KAISER:: And that’s that. This is how this is going to go until we get bored of this mess. Superheroes first. Who’s next?

She drops the microphone on top of Action Kid before the two take their leave.

WINNERS & STILL YOUR HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SINE MORA VIA PINFALL (7:25)
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The scene opens up backstage, cameras pan around the jam packed hallway until they stop and focus on none other than James Shark. The flamboyant superstar could be seen with one foot up against the wall as he leans back against it, sounds of Super Mario could be heard from his customized, gold, original gameboy color in his hands. He stands there minding his own business despite all the action going on around him. He chews loudly on some gun in an obnoxious manner as if he’s in his own world. Suddenly someone finally gets his attention. Not the cameraman filming him, but rather the person that storms past the shot in front of the camera man - Luke Wisia.

As if Shark had super senses that detected him, he immediately throws his head up into the air and turns it at Luke’s direction, watching him as he walks further down the halls. Shark shoves the gameboy color down his pocket and jogs up to Luke from behind in order to catch up to him.

JAMES SHARK: Ayo, AYO white boy Lucas.

Luke stops in his tracks, slowly turning around to face Shark’s direction as these two stand in the middle of the halls. This seemingly gets everybody’s attention.

JAMES SHARK: Shit, what’s the matter bruh, not gonna say wassup to a nigga?

Shark says in confusion, his arms out in the air as if he’s wanting to bring it in for a hug to an old friend. However, as Shark eyes the No Limits Championship hanging from Luke’s shoulder, his smirk grows and his arms fall back to his sides. Luke clutches onto the title around his shoulder tighter than ever as he just looks at Shark.

JAMES SHARK: Gotta say breh, that championship looking mighty fine on you these days, no homo, but mighty fine...

Shark begins to rub his hands together and squint his eyes at the piece of gold as if checking it out. He steps closer, his eyes now shifting from that title to Luke’s eyes.

JAMES SHARK: You know you owe me right?

He nods his head in direction to the championship.

JAMES SHARK: A crack.

His smirk that was once there was now nowhere to be found. He was serious. The tone in his voice didn’t sound as though he was asking for a shot, it more so sounded as if he was demanding Luke for one. Wisia looks off to the side and bites the inside of his mouth, not sure what to really say back to Shark in return.

LUKE WISIA: I coulda beat Brian Mason on my own, ya know? Jinzai was a distraction, that’s it. Mason ain’t stand a chance against me in the first place, but Jin tried to embarrass ME! He thought that shit was funny, but I thought it was funnier when I saw him get his ass knocked out to the side.

Luke turns back to Shark, eying him up. He wraps both hands around the No Limits Championship as Wisia starts to pace back and forth in the hallway.

LUKE WISIA: Ight, yeah. I do owe you one. I ain’t know I owe you a shot at my championship though. With Divine Supremacy comin’ up, it’s all about mixin’ it up and gettin’ some flavor from both Defiance and SubVersion. What kinda champ would I be to get myself into a match at the pay per view that stars more Defiance talent when I have the chance to show how good I am, and how valuable I am to both brands? I think that would be cheatin’ everyone, Shark.

Shark tilts his head to the side with a “really, nigga?” look on his face as Wisia continues to pace the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

LUKE WISIA: FINE! You’ll get your shot at the No Limits Championship, but we’re doin’ it on my time. After defendin’ my title tonight, I ain’t got anythin’ to prove to anyone for as long as I fuckin’ want. Jinzai tried to turn my dreams to memes, and I gotta give you credit for puttin’ that anime humpin’ jackass back in his place… again.

Wisia stops pacing and looks back at Shark.

LUKE WISIA: You want your shot?

He starts to walk again, head slightly twitching from side to side as he’s thinking more about Shark getting a chance at the No Limits Championship.

LUKE WISIA: On my terms.

Luke stops again as he turns back to the MMA king, then lets the No Limits Championship drop to his side in one hand. Shark crosses his arms, studying Luke.

LUKE WISIA: I promise you a shot, but only when I say it’s time. We ain’t doin’ this as some regular old Defiance. We ain’t doin’ this at the anniversary show. If I decide Divine Supremacy, then it’s at the pay per view. If I decide not to, then it ain’t. WE ARE NOW ON WISIA WORLDWIDE TIME! And I ain’t ever been big on keepin’ up with what day it is.

Shark continues to look at Luke with a cocky smile, knowing that he was going to get a shot, but curious as to what Luke meant by “his time”.

LUKE WISIA: Now if you’ll excuse me, I got shit to do. Aries ain’t Brian Mason. And I gotta fuck that dudes chances up of winning this All or Nothing Series jawn. See you when I see you, Shark. I mighta promised you a shot, but I hope you’ve learned to be patient.

Shark frowns some.. scratching underneath his chin somewhat frustrated.

JAMES SHARK: Yea well… patience ain’t really an attribute of mine. Never learned it, never will. Me and patience something like sworn enemies.

LUKE WISIA: You gonna need it. Surely you ain’t expect me to defend my title more than once before the pay per view, right?

Shark mutters something under his breath, thrown off and a little bit annoyed by how this conversation had gone. He looks at Wisia as he walks past him and towards the locker room area. There’s a sense of confusion on Shark’s face as he’s not sure where Luke was going with that and start to think of how he was going to pressure the No Limits Champion into getting his shot sooner than later.

JAMES SHARK: Luke!

He calls out to him.

JAMES SHARK: You want me to play that bullshit waiting game then you hold onto that shit real tight. It’s lookin’ a bit loose. Don’t go losing that title to these bums, a promise is a promise.

There’s a bit of a growl in Shark’s voice as he looks at Luke from afar. Wisia turns around in the hallway and pats the title.

LUKE WISIA: Not as loose as Jinzai’s girlfriend pussy. You just stay focused, bruh. When the time comes, you gotta be ready to make the call… I’m spent for the next couple months. Maybe you’ll get your shot at the pay per view after Destiny.

Wisia laughs to himself as Shark stares stone cold through Luke’s soul, watching the man walk around the corner of the hallway and out of sight. Shark just slowly nods his head, knowing damn well he was going to put more pressure on Luke to give him that title shot.

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Jaxon Queen is shown sitting backstage on an equipment crate. He smiles when he realizes the cameras are on him before clearing his throat and beginning to talk.

JAXON QUEEN: For the past two weeks, I've been thinking a lot about who I wanted to add first on Team Defiance. First I thought about going to someone who had been on Team Defiance before, thinking they would be ready to avenge that loss.

He shakes his head.

JAXON QUEEN: But when I thought about it, I realized it was almost impossible. They're all either too busy, too hurt, or too untrustworthy. I need a team that wants to be there and fight for brand supremacy. I need a team that wants to prove that Defiance is the #1 brand. And most importantly, I need a team that will have people on there who are damn good at what they do.

Jaxon gets up from the crate.

JAXON QUEEN: So tonight? I make two additions to Team Defiance. My first two additions as captain. And luckily for me, they are damn good at what they do. So, please welcome the newest members of Team Defiance…

Queen smiles then takes a few steps to his right as SINE MORA steps into the shot, both wearing Team Defiance tees like Jaxon.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Mr. Queen, honored doesn’t fully encompass what I feel towards your offer you made a while ago. As the pinnacle of tag team wrestling, Scarlet and I would love nothing more to stand up for the SUPERIOR brand in HKW. Kol and Emilio demand the respect that they are given, but they also demand the beatdown that we’ll give them when it comes time for Divine Supremacy.

SCARLET FLINT: I mean, we woulda’ showed up to the joint to kick ass regardless. So, guess it’s better that we have a specific purpose in doing so.

ARTEMIS KAISER: So we know how this song and dance goes, Queen. We promise you a win, just like we’ve done with these World Tag Team Championships and the whole Tag Team Division.

SCARLET FLINT: And us course, on the next Subversion, a busted ass tag team will pop up and say we ain't shit, and how Team Defiance aint shit. Yall know how all this mess works.

Jaxon smirks before he steps forward as the World Tag Team champions step back.

JAXON QUEEN: I guess you can say Team Defiance is on the scoreboard now, huh?

Queen winks.

JAXON QUEEN: Game on, Em. Game on.

The Killer of Fuckboys then walks out of the shot, Sine Mora following him with similar grins on their faces as the scene fades out.

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

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: INTRODUCING FIRST...HE IS ARIES ARMADAIST!!!

"Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers.

The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head.

He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start.

WHISPER VIPERI: AND HIS OPPONENT...HE IS THE CURRENT HKW NO LIMITS CHAMPION...LUKE WISIA!!!

ALL OR NOTHING SERIES
Aries Armadaist vs Luke Wisia


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings out and Luke and Aries slowly circle the ring, the audience throwing both men as much hate as they possibly can. Luke takes a moment to acknowledge the fans by giving them the double bird, turning his back on Aries. Armadaist then runs up behind Wisia and quickly lifts him before sending him flying with a release German suplex! However, that does allow Luke to roll to the outside, getting massive boos from the audience.

BRIAN MASON: Aries just suplexed that piece of crap Luke Wisia across the ring! GO ARIES, GO!

JACK WARREN: Still not happy he smacked you around like a $5 prostitute, huh?

Aries quickly races out of the ring after he sees Luke roll out. He hooks his arms around Luke’s waist before he lifts him and drops him with a deadlift German suplex! Aries then gets to his feet and taunts some of the audience members before he grabs his opponent and rolls him back into the ring. Armadaist then grabs Wisia and lifts him before bringing him right down onto his head with a brainbuster! The Canadian then goes for the cover as the audience boos him.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aries really enjoying the weight advantage!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Dammit, Aries! Don’t let him kickout!

Armadaist gets to his feet after the kickout and shakes his head before he quickly hits the ropes to the left of Wisia. Aries bounces off of them before running back over to the laid out Luke and hitting a running senton on the young man, crushing him underneath! Aries then goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: Holy shit! That’s not a fun move to take there!

RANDY THE PILOT: RIP Luke’s rib cage.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Canadian wrestler gets to his feet and grabs the New Jersey native before attempting to go for a cradle piledriver, only for Luke to somehow reverse into a sitout jawbreaker instead! Aries stumbles back and Luke quickly gets to his feet. Aries then charges in and goes for a clothesline, but Luke ducks underneath it! Armadaist then turns around and Wisia takes him down with a blockbuster neckbreaker after he quickly bounces off of the ropes! Aries then slowly rolls out of the ring, getting some more boos from the Seattle audience!

BRIAN MASON: Dammit, Aries! Do better!

JACK WARREN: Hey, moron. You’re supposed to be impartial.

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t worry. He’ll call you out when you start ranting about Shane Atwater!

Luke waits for Aries to get to his feet on the outside before he runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off of them, then races to the ropes in front of him before sailing through them! Wisia then floors Armadaist with a suicide dive, mostly to boos from the audience! The loudmouth then grabs Aries and rolls him back into the ring before sliding in himself and hooking both legs for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: KICKOUT, ARIES!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Aries powers out, getting a sigh from Luke. Wisia then gets to his feet and motions for Armadaist to do the same. Once Aries is up and in a keeled over position, Luke races in and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker! Luke then goes for the cover again, screaming at the ref to count!

JACK WARREN: Luke “The Brian Mason” Killer with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Gonna take more than a neckbreaker to bring big ass Aries down for a three count.

Luke gets to his feet again, clearly annoyed that Aries is still kicking out. He begins motioning for the Bank Shot, getting a plethora of boos from the Seattle fans. Armadaist slowly gets to his feet and Wisia goes for the Bank Shot...but the Canadian catches his leg! Aries then pulls him in and hits a belly to belly suplex to massive boos from the audience! Aries quickly follows that up by grabbing Luke and quickly lifting him before dropping him with a cradle piledriver! Aries then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: ATTABOY, ARIES! SHOW HIM YOU MEAN BUSINESS, DAMMIT!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: Think if this match continues any longer, Mase might have a stroke.

RANDY THE PILOT: Dude has been in danger of having a stroke since the moment he put on a damn headset, bruh.

Aries gets to his feet again and hears the audience booing him before he decides to turn his anger towards them. The Canadian first threatens them, then mocks them because they no longer have an NBA team, getting a massive round of boos from anyone old enough to actually remember the Seattle SuperSonics. He then turns around and gets pulled into a small package pin by Luke!

BRIAN MASON: NO!

JACK WARREN: YES!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The two men scramble to their feet before Aries charges towards Luke, who catches him with a dropsault dropkick, sending Aries stumbling backwards, stunned! Wisia then gets to his feet and quickly charges forward before flooring Aries with a crossbody, surprising the Canadian once again! The current No Limits champion then gets to his feet and quickly rushes over to a corner before climbing to the top turnbuckle! Once at the top, Wisia leaps off and catches his foe with a diving elbow drop! He then goes for the cover!

RANDY THE PILOT: This could be it, Mase!

BRIAN MASON: HELL NO, IT WON’T!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: Damn, I even thought he had him!

Luke gets to his feet once more and motions for Aries to do the same. The former Global Tag Team champion does slowly get to his feet and is instantly met with a tornado kick, sending him dropping down to the mat! Luke then goes for the cover!

RANDY THE PILOT: TORNADOOOOO!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Wisia begins slapping the mat in frustration before he gets to his feet again and goes to grab Armadaist, only to get caught with a nasty headbutt once he got him level! Luke stumbles back, allowing Aries to turn him inside out with a nasty lariat! Aries then goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: FINISH IT!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Aries gets to his feet afterwards and takes a few steps back before motioning for Luke to get up. Once the No Limits champ gets to his knees, the former gold ring holder rushes in and floors his opponent with a step up hip attack to the head, dropping the young man! Aries then goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: What a move! This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Aries gets to his feet once more after the kickout and looks ready to put the match away before he notices someone walking down to the ring, smoking a cigarette!

RANDY THE PILOT: The fuck is Jackie Fowler doing out here?!

Jackie Fowler smiles as he stares at Aries, who stares right back at him. Armadaist, clearly feeling angry (as usual) begins to shout at Jackie, telling him to leave. But Fowler just walks over to the announce table and takes a seat on top of it! Aries continues to scream at Jackie, who smokes away, allowing Luke to grab him from behind and roll him up!

BRIAN MASON: NO!

JACK WARREN: YES!

RANDY THE PILOT: MAYBE!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....LUKE WISIA!!!!

Luke quickly releases Aries and exits the ring as Jackie grins and applauds his friend’s performance. Meanwhile, Aries looks dumbfounded...before he starts repeatedly slamming his fists onto the mat, Fowler cracking up at his reaction.

BRIAN MASON: FUCK LUKE WISIA!

JACK WARREN: What a great win for Brian Mason’s favorite wrestler, Luke Wisia!

RANDY THE PILOT: This was an aight match. Hope the main event is better though.

WINNER: Luke Wisia via pinfall (11:57)
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Cameras transitioned back to the parking lot where HKW owner, Brandon Banks, was seen hightailing out of the arena. Banks flipped his sweatshirt hood over his head and peeked over his shoulder to make sure his sister wasn’t following him after his last remark during their face to face.

BRANDON BANKS: Lil bitch ain’t gonna do shit. She went soft and don’t got it in her to bring the fight to no one no more.

The bug-eyed Banks continued toward the parking lot of the arena, making sure to take a quick glance over his shoulder every so often. He put hand to his chest, obviously feeling a bit of anxiety as he pushed through the door to get to the lot. He immediately halted, then proceeded to take a quick look around.

BRANDON BANKS: She ain’t here. Of course she ain’t here! MY SISSYFACE GOT NO SPINE IN 2016! SHE DROPPED HER GUTS RIGHT WHEN SHE DROPPED THAT STUPID QUEEN NICKNAME!

Banks cruised into the parking lot with his head held high and walked right in the direction of his limo. Before he could get there, a stagehand rushed toward the HKW owner and tapped him on the shoulder. Banks spun around with his hands up for a fight, his heart galloping in his chest as he stared at the stagehand.

BRANDON BANKS: Motherfucker...

He said with hatred in his voice.

BRANDON BANKS: Who the fuck do you think you are sneaking up on me when I’m on my way out of the building? Do you know who I am, prick?

The stagehand went to answer, but Banks reached his hand forward and slapped up at the brim of the stagehands hat. Both men watched the hat glide down to the floor, a sly smirk forming across Banks’ face.

BRANDON BANKS: Of course you know who I am. You work for me, and you should know I don’t like ninjas sneakin’ up on me like that, bruh. I been in prison before and that shit bring back bad memories.

The stagehand rubbed his hand across his ginger stubble, then reached out his arm while holding what appeared to be a wallet.

STAGEHAND: Sir, I was just returning your wallet. I was informed that it was yours, and the person who found it couldn’t be bothered to find you.

Banks’ brows bumped together into a scowl before he reached forward and ripped the wallet out of the stagehands grasp.

BRANDON BANKS: My wallet? Bitch, I don’t carry a wallet.

Though it wasn’t his, that didn’t stop Banks from pulling it open to check what was inside.

BRANDON BANKS: Finders keepers, right?

As Brandon searched around through the wallet, Felicity Banks slithered up onto the top of Brandon’s limousine! The crowd went crazy at the sight of the HKW Triple Crown champion, Brandon unaware that his sister was behind him.

BRANDON BANKS: Bruh, there ain’t shit in here but some Monopoly money and a mawfuckin McLovin’ ID card! What is this, some kinda joke?

Furious, Banks launched the wallet at the stagehands face and lunged at him as if he was gonna him. The stagehand stumbled back, getting away from Brandon while Felicity hovered over her brother like a threatening storm.

BRANDON BANKS: That’s right, bitch! You best run! On that nonexistent God of yours, once I find out what your name is -- YOU FIRED!

Banks flipped the stagehand the bird, then slowly spun himself around to see…

BRANDON BANKS: SHIT!

Felicity Banks!

She dove off the top of limousine and landed right on top of Brandon, knocking him to the cold cement floor! Felicity began going crazy with a fury of right hands to Brandon’s face, not stopping until Brandon reached up and raked his sister's eyes!

FELICITY BANKS: OH MY GOD, YOU’RE GONNA TRY TO BLIND ME?!

BRANDON BANKS: I’MA DO WHATEVER I GOTTA TO KEEP YO CRAZY ASS AWAY FROM ME! WAIT TILL DIVINE SUPREMACY, FEL!

Brandon scrambled up to his feet, but Felicity was right there to tackle him right into the limousine! Felicity began unleashing with shots to Brandon’s midsection, pulling his head down to deliver not one… not two… but THREE huge knees to his face!

FELICITY BANKS: A fucking dyke, huh?! That’s what the fuck I am to you now you deadbeat dad piece of fucking garbage!

Felicity waited for Brandon to lift his head up and then delivered a SLAP that echoed throughout the parking lot and left a handprint on Brandon’s face!

FELICITY BANKS: You fucking piece of garbage. You worthless sack of SHIT! I did EVERYTHING FOR YOU, BRANDON! When the entire world turned their back on you those fifteen thousand times you fucked up, I WAS THE ONLY ONE THERE! When you need someone to talk to about your ridiculous relationship problems, I’M THE ONE WHO LENDS YOU AN EAR BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKING CARES!

Once more. Felicity whined her left arm back and this time slapped her big brother across the back of the head!

FELICITY BANKS: I’m done. I’m sooooo freaking done with all of this, Brandon. You were freaking right. You were abso-FUCKING-lutely right. There’s no chance in HELL you and I would ever be able to coexist here going forward…

Felicity looked ready to slap Brandon again, but noticed that he still had his head tucked and his hands covering his face from the first slap. Feeling regret, Felicity plodded backwards but made sure to keep her eyes on her brother.

FELICITY BANKS: …. And I’m not going anywhere, Brandon. This business isn’t good for you. It never has been! You need to get out before your life spins out of control again! And at Divine Supremacy, Brandon? I’m going to do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my career...

She took another few steps back, watching as Brandon remained still and showed no life.

FELICITY BANKS: … I’m getting rid of you once and for all.

Felicity waited a few seconds in hopes that Brandon would say something or at least show some life…

Nothing.

She let out a sigh and continued taking short steps backwards until she was back inside the arena. With Felicity gone, the camera focused in on Brandon as he slowly pulled his blood covered hands away from his face, the parking lot quiet aside for….

BRANDON BANKS: Ha… hahaha…. Hahahahaha.

The maniacal laugh Banks was known for all throughout his career. The HKW owner finally pulled his head up to reveal blood oozing out of his nose, a sadistic grin plastered all over his face as he continued to laugh away…

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Desperado…

"Desperado” by Rihanna blared through the KeyArena!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your main event of the evening….And it is a LUMBERJACK MATCH!!!!!

Sitting in a old Monte Carlo...
A man whose heart is hollow...


The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for the Crowned Royalty Champion. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture!

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first standing at five seet six inches tall….Once again proudly representing her hometown of Bloomfield, New Jersey! The 2015 Crowned Royalty Champion…..THE FLEEXICAN…….FRANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-CES-CAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Fran walked out from behind the curtain dressed in that flaming new Defiance colored steampunk attire, the strobe lights swishing past her.

She held her 2016 Mid-Year Miracle On The Mic Knoxer Award in hand which only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play!

As Fran walked down the stage familiar evil faces followed behind her. Most of the unlikable people on the roster. Which wasn’t surprising to anyone that they’d be behind The Fleexican. Walking down to the ring; soaking in the boos Fran reached the ring, reached out to grab a microphone, and climbed into the squared circle as the bad guy lumberjacks moved to one section of the ring.

FRANCESCA: That’s where I’m finna tell yawl Whisper ain’t on point tonight, Seattle!

The Crowned Royalty Champion said with a slight smile on her face - quite possibly because of the plan she knew she executed to perfection earlier.

FRANCESCA: COME ON YAWL! CHEER. Fuckin’ cheer your GODDAMN Fleexican! I’ve been on this fuckin’ roster for TWO years now I haven’t gotten a SINGLE goddamn YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS out of the crowd. WHY, bruh? Christ on a fuckin’ cracker!

Fran yelled out to the audience which make them boo even louder as usual.

FRANCESCA: I’m Miracle on the Fuckin’ Mic! The rest of yawl are Miracles on the damn McDonalds stove! Broke asses. Shaddup when I’m talkin’ yawl!

The former champion in her own right added before continuing.

FRANCESCA: As I was sayin’...Whisper ain’t RIGHT. There IS no main event tonight. No lumberjack match. NOTHIN’. Do yawl know why that is? Go on, take a fuckin’ guess.

The Fleexican added.

FRANCESCA: I’ll toss a bone out there, it’s ‘cause Sal Sal, Salem, Bitchy Witchy stayed home in that dump known as New Hampshire. The hoe you AWL seem to love won’t be in MY squared circle. She knew there wasn’t a way on JESAS’ green Earth that she was winnin’ a REAL life main event against ME on a stage this big. Sal Sal realized it’s better to MOVE. Move n’ let The Fleexican...Let FRAN….become World Champion without the damn annoyances she’s been tossin’ my way for months!

After a slight wave of the microphone Fran brought it back to her lips.

FRANCESCA: N’ since Sal Sal ain’t here….This match isn’t happenin’. Whisper’s gonna announce that Francesca Garza De La R-r--r-r-r-r-r-rooooooosaa is the winner by forfeit over Sal Sal. Let’s go Whisper so I can move on with my career. Hurry up yawl! I ain’t got all night. I wanna hear that fuckin’ R roll off your tongue like a native Fleexican. A GOOD Mexican. DO IT, bruh!

Whisper Viperi seemed pretty nervous. She didn’t want to further frustrate Fran so she knew she would have to go along with it.

All of a sudden, ‘Phenomena’ by the Yeah Yeah Years blares loudly in the arena. Of course it's none other than Salem Cartier’s entrance theme. She walks out on the ramp, bouncing on the balls of her feet, purple hooded trenchcoat swinging wildly. She pumps her silver staff with the purple crystal on it high into the air, with the beat. She moves back and forth pointing at the crowd, drawing them into a frenzy. She then holds up an index finger and waves to the back, and several of the favored wrestlers spill out from the back behind her; no doubt her lumberjacks. She marches towards the ring with her “army” behind her. Salem pauses halfway, pulling a microphone from her jacket.

SALEM CARTIER: What's up, “FRANchise”? What's that, are you surprised to see me? Oh and by the way, I live in Toronto now, you idiot! What's the matter you looked like you seen a ghost?!?

Salem asked as Fran’s eyes widened out of sheer shock. She had NO idea the night would turn out like this. To the fans sitting at home who could see Fran’s face close up via the high definition cameras it looked as if Fran was about ready to cry her eyeliner into a mess because of the situation at hand. Salem was just soaking in all of the cheers. Soaking in Fran’s shock.

FRANCESCA: BRUH!!!!!!

Fran yelled obnoxiously loud trying to cope with her issue. Breathing HARD onto the microphone in her hand.

FRANCESCA: You ain’t supposed to be in this state!

Fran said. Salem lifted her microphone up one more time.

SALEM CARTIER: Well let me spill the beans on how your master plan fell through. See, eventually I found an airline worker who is a huge wrestling fan...a big fan of HKW (Pop)... And Defiance (pop)... And of the Witchy One, Salem Cartier (huge pop)!!! Once we got it all sorted that SOMEONE posed as me to go through my stuff, and grabbed my ticket… with video footage of the culprit no less. (Pointing at Fran) Let me tell you, those fine airline workers put me on a plane as fast as they could. Why? Because they want me to kick your narrow Fleexican behind all over Seattle...tonight!!!

Salem pumped her fists in the air as the crowd rose to a loud roar.

SALEM CARTIER: And you know Franny, who am I to let down the airline industry? It's called flying the friendly skies after all. But maybe next time I'll pack a broomstick, just in case. But now… No more tricks, only treats.

Cartier stated.

SALEM CARTIER: I'm gonna wreck you, Fran!

Salem then let's out a war cry shriek, flips the microphone over her head and tosses aside her jacket, running down to the ring - Fran backed into a corner still stunned by this turn of events - a referee entered the ring as well because the Main Event Lumberjack match was still on!! Some of the lumberjacks start to make their way from the backstage area and surround the ring when the referee signals for the bell.

LUMBERJACK MATCH
Fran vs. Salem Cartier


DING! DING! DING!

Salem snapmares Fran right out of the corner and puts in a headlock to surprise the FRANchise, then releases just as quickly to let Fran climb right back to her feet, to follow up it up with a hard knife chop from Salem! Another knife chop from Salem… and another, as it backs Fran into the ropes, Salem putting the elbows to her and trying to force Fran over the ropes to the best of her ability! But Fran ducks a shoulder and pulls Salem over the top rope, but she catches herself at the last moment on the apron before going to the outside! Shoulder through the middle rope from Salem to Fran as it causes Fran to take a step backwards…

BRIAN MASON: Cartier got the jump on Fran before his match even began and she’s looking to carry that momentum over for the beginning of this match.

RANDY THE PILOT: Those lumberjacks are gonna be the decidin’ factor here. It’s a free for all once you go over those ropes.

Then Fran jumps forward and gives Salem a jawbreaker on the ropes to cause her to go tumbling to the outside! The lumberjacks start to beat down Salem for a few moments, but it’s some of the lumberjacks who rush to her aid and roll Cartier back into the ring. Fran drops to her knees after the assault and tries to pick up the early pinfall.


ONE!









TWO!








KICKOUT!


Salem throws a shoulder off the mat before the two count is completed as the referee holds up two fingers to Fran. Fran says something to the ref, but pulls Salem back to her feet by her hair.

JACK WARREN: Salem might’ve got the jump, Brian, but it’s Fran who gets the first attempt, and a damn good one at that.

BRIAN MASON: Just wait until Fran hits the outside mat… everyone is going to want a piece of her.

Salem knocks Fran’s hands away and strikes at her with a shining wizard that connects! It causes Fran to roll off to the side of the ring as Salem tries to force Fran out with her boots, but Fran has a death grip on that bottom rope and refuses to be pushed out. Salem backs off when the referee begins a rope count, then Fran is starting to pull herself back up with the ropes, but Salem strides forward and sends Fran tumbling over the top rope with a clothesline! Fran goes tumbling all the way to the barrier as the lumberjacks start to surround her like sharks.

Then instantly, the lumberjacks start to put the boots to Fran before she can do anything. Fran is taking an absolute beating on the outside after several moments, then they decide to roll her back into the ring for Salem. Salem is patiently waiting on her opponent, and Fran is slowly finding her feet again after the assault, then… hammerlock suplex from Salem! She pivots her shoulder and throws an arm over Fran as the referee slides into position.


ONE!







TWO!











T-NOOOOOO!


Before the three count, Fran gets a shoulder off the mat as the referee signals no pinfall and informs Salem. Salem just nods her head and agrees with the man as she forces herself back to a vertical position.

RANDY THE PILOT: And it’s Salem this time with the nearfall. You were right, Mason. Those lumberjacks wanted all they could get out of Fran.

JACK WARREN: They’re doing what lumberjacks do… don’t give Mason any credit for that. It’s the damn stipulation.

Salem starts to exchange hands with Fran in the middle of the ring as the fans are cheering her one, but it’s a forward palm strike that backs Fran into the turnbuckle corner. A low shoulder from Salem as she keeps Fran in the corner, then follows it up with a double underhook suplex to bring Fran back towards the middle of the ring.

Fran is groggy as she climbs back to her feet, trying to stay in this match, but Salem keeps the pressure on her with a Lariat takedown! Fran does the smart thing by rolling off to the ropes once again, but Salem stops her mid-roll and drags her back to the middle of the ring, forcing Fran back to her feet and executing a wheelbarrow bulldog to get some cheers from the crowd.

Fran is using the ropes once again, climbing back to a standing position, but Salem is already two steps ahead of her as she runs forward and hits the standing monkeyflip DDT to her opponent! Fran’s momentum makes her almost rise to a sitting position, but instantly falls back first on the may as Salem bunny hops over her body and lifts a leg for the pin attempt!


ONE!








TWO!









TH-BREAK!


Fran breaks out yet another close pinfall as the referee is showing two fingers to Salem and the fans let out a groan, thinking that could’ve been the end of the match for Fran.

JACK WARREN: Salem has Fran’s number in this one. Never thought I’d see the day, but these two have been pretty even for the past couple months.

BRIAN MASON: And this is the match were one of them gets the upper hand. Let’s pray it’s Salem.

Salem slowly shakes her head as she pulls Fran back to her feet and whips her into the ropes, looking to follow it up with another lariat, but Fran trips up Salem at the last moment, causing her to fall face first into the middle ropes. Salem stands back up and it’s a back elbow to the former Bloodlust champion that causes both Fran and Salem to go over the top ropes and to the outside mat with all the lumberjacks!


The lumberjacks seem confused about who to go after as they’re looking at both Fran and Salem on the outside. Then half of them start attacking Fran while the other half start attacking Salem.

RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit! These guys are going at both competitors right now. If they both get taken out, we might not have a winner.

After a brutal beatdown on both Fran and Salem, the lumberjacks roll them both back into the ring as both opponents seems to be out for the count. The referee slides in and checks on both of them, but neither is moving as he stands in the middle of the ring and begins a count.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

FOUR!


Fran and Salem are starting to stir now as they’re finding some life in them again, but neither can even get themselves back to a kneeling position.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!


Finally Fran is the first one to stand as the referee stops the count, and Salem isn’t too far behind her as she sways when she gets back to her feet. Fran strides forward with a running neck snap to her opponent that really throws Salem off balance. Standing shooting star press to the downed Salem that looks to taken the air out of her as she starts to hold her gut! But Fran isn’t finished there as she pulls Salem back up by the hair, then executes a gory special! Salem looks to be out of it, but Fran wants to capitalize on the moment, so when Salem stands back up, it’s a Bloomfield Blast from Fran! Salem hits the mat like a ton of bricks as Fran falls over her opponent.


ONE!






TWO!







THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


At the last moment, Salem forces another break by kicking out of the pin. Fran starts to slap the mat in frustration as Salem rolls to her side, the audience going wild.

JACK WARREN: Thought that was all she wrote right there, folks. Fran with a series of moves about put this one away.

BRIAN MASON: But she didn’t. Salem has heart, and heart doesn’t quit when times look rough.

RANDY THE PILOT: Only thing rough was that double lumberjack attack. Ain’t wanna be on the receiving end of that one.

As Fran is slapping the mat, Salem find her feet underneath her and runs forward to throw Fran through the middle ropes to the outside! The lumberjack surround Fran once again, but this time it’s interrupted as Salem suicide dives through the ropes to disrupt the lumberjacks’ plans. Fran goes bouncing into the barrier as Salem uses the side to stand back up to the roaring crowd.

Fran is dazed as she’s back on her feet now, using the barrier as support and seeing the lumberjacks stalking her. Just as it looks like they’re going to make a move, Salem strikes forward with a high roundhouse kick, but Fran catches her leg and suplexs her opponent over the barrier and into the crowd! Fran jumps onto the barrier and delivers a elbow strike to Salem in the crowd!

BRIAN MASON: Okay, this one is getting out of the hand now! They’ve taken the fight to the stands! The fans better watch out.

RANDY THE PILOT: The lumberjacks are supposed to keep them in the ring, they ain’t doin’ their jobs.

Salem and Fran are trading strikes in the stands as Salem throws Fran back over the barrier and catches her breath on the barrier for a moment. Fran stands back up as the lumberjacks are confused on what to do, then she yells “YAWL” at them and points towards Salem, who is now climbing over the barrier. The referee is encouraging them to bring the fight back into the ring, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. The lumberjacks are confused then start to argue amongst themselves on what to do, then an all fight starts to break out!

Fran sees the lumberjacks fighting and Salem caught up on the barrier as she runs forward with a tornado DDT off the barrier to the outside mat! Salem looks knocked out cold, but Fran isn’t done there.

JACK WARREN: Smart move by Fran. The lumberjacks are fighting themselves and she took advantage of that after Salem manhandled her back over the barrier.

BRIAN MASON: Someone get this under control, Jesus!

As Fran is taunting the crowd and the match has ascended into chaos, Salem finally finds her composure with some help of pulling herself back to her feet with thanks to the steel steps. Fran’s back is turned and Salem sees the opportunity, hitting a buzzsaw kick to the back of her head! She gets bumped into by the fighting lumberjacks as the referee throws his hands up, not certain on what to do, and knowing that he has lost control over his match.

Finally seeing the damage that was going on outside the ring, the referee signals for the bell and leans forward to Clara, whispering something in her ear.

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled as a no contest!

Salem and Fran are looking at the referee inside the ring with a puzzled look, then turn their attention to one another again, starting to trade blows even after the bell has rung. Shot from Fran. Shot from Salem. Then Fran throws Salem shoulder first into the steel steps!

BRIAN MASON: The bell has rang! The match is over! End the chaos, it’s not a pretty sight!

RANDY THE PILOT: Calm your shit down, Mase. The crowd is feelin’ it.

JACK WARREN: No. This is great. Let it go on for the rest of the night.

But the fight stops when someone walks out on the ramp and his voice echos through the arena, instantly stopping everyone in their tracks.

ROMEO PRICE: Hmph…

Salem is holding her shoulder as her attention turns to the stage, seeing Romeo standing there and fixing his suit. Fran is breathing heavily and leaning on the apron. The lumberjacks instantly stop fighting amongst each other, turning their attention to the Defiance general manager as well. Romeo sees that the chaos has stopped, then walks to the edge of the stage with a microphone at hand.

ROMEO PRICE: I believe I and the rest of our fans have seen just about enough of this. You two seem like you can't resolve your problems at all. Now..That's not necessarily a bad thing. You two have been quite impressive as well. With that said, I have two spots left in our HKW World Championship Elimination Chamber match and I would like to announce that the two of you...Will take those two spots and compete for the HKW World Championship! Maybe then you tow can settler your differences...

"Hero" by. Skillet hits the PA System as Romeo turns leaving the two ladies to mull over the announcement and the Defiance closing credits roll...

WINNER: NO CONTEST (13:32)
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