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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 17 2016, 11:16 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Honolulu, Hawaii Venue: Neil S. Blaisdell Center Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance XLIX poster! ![]() Edited by Zero McHannon, Jul 18 2016, 05:14 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 17 2016, 11:21 PM Post #2 |
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![]() “Red Flag” by Billy Talent plays as the fans start to cheer. Brian Stryker walks out the back holds his arms out, his Bloodlust title around his waist. He stands on the stage hyping the fans up for a moment before making his way down to the ring. BRIAN MASON: Seems our Bloodlust champion is gonna start things off on Defiance. JACK WARREN: Oh there go our ratings. Who wants to hear this little fuckhole talk anyway? BRIAN MASON: That “fuckhole” has a spot in the chamber AND a chance to take the world title from Viktor Volkov at Defiance 50. JACK WARREN: He’s gonna get his ass kicked both times. Maybe Volkov will put him out of our misery and we can celebrate him as the greatest champ ever. Brian climbs into the ring, hyping the Hawaiian crowd up for a few more moments before he takes a mic and stands in the ring. The fans cheer the somewhat “hometown hero” as Brian can’t help but grin at the cheers BRIAN STRYKER: Aloha Honolulu, how are you doing? The fans cheer louder for the cheap pop. BRIAN STRYKER: Feels good to not have to travel far for work. Small hop in a plane and here we are! Now tonight I’m here to talk bout something important. JACK WARREN: You’re retirement? RANDY THE PILOT: Shush. I’m trying to listen. BRIAN STRYKER: At Defiance 48, Volkov thought he’d be a bad little pup and interfere in one Shane Atwater’s match, forgetting I owed Shane one. In his little fit of anger, he challenged ME to one more match at Defiance 50 for the World…Heavyweight….Championship. The very title he “will” be defending at Divine Supremacy inside an Elimination Chamber. Oh, for added bonus, everyone from RIP and beyond is banned from ringside. That means none of his little cronies can interfere. On the other side, Shane can’t interfere either. So it’s just me and Volkov duking it out in the ring. Now, most people don’t give me a fair chance in that match. JACK WARREN: More like no chance. BRIAN STRYKER: But I don’t care for chances. I don’t care for odds. I beat him once before. He knows that won’t change. In the end I, Brian Stryker, pinned Viktor Volkov in this very ring in the main event. Now he wants to prove I can’t do it again. Well I’m looking to play spoiler. Not just for that match but beyond. I want nothing more than to embarrass Volkov at Defiance 50 and take his world title from him. I want to walk into that chamber as the World AND Bloodlust champion and leave it as dual champ still. BRIAN STRYKER: I want to do what no one ever expected of me and take that top prize. I want to be the one Fel cashes in on. I want to be the one who beats a briefcase holder. I want to prove to this entire fucking company that I AM THE MAN! I want to be the top dog on the mountain. And when that does happen, every single person who has ever doubted me can kiss my ass! Just then Sgori [Burn] starts to blast as Brian glares up at the stage as the boos start raining down. JACK WARREN: AHA! You’ve done it now Stryker! Volkov gonna kill you now! Out from the back saunters a bemused Viktor Volkov. He stops on the stage for a moment, looking at Stryker before raising his microphone to his lips as the music dies down. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You...think you actually beat me? He cackles as he slowly begins to walk down the ramp, the fans greeting his laugh with loud boos and jeers. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Maybe you and me, we watch different Defiance? Because only thing you do is put an unconscious arm over Viktor Volkov. This is how you beat me, because of Shane Atwater. If that little motherfuck bitch was not there to help you, I would have pin you one two three. Easy. But maybe...you need this. Maybe you need to tell yourself that you beat me so you don’t piss yourself at Defiance 50, cyka blyat. BRIAN MASON: Oh come on... JACK WARREN: I think I see a puddle already! Now at ringside, the World Champion begins to stroll around the outside, causing Stryker to turn and spin to meet his eyes as he does so. Re-adjusting his title belt on his shoulder, Volkov continues. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You are Bloodlust Champion, but what do you think this mean? That you are hardcore man? You are softest little bitch I meet in my fucking life, my friend. You have NO CHANCE to beat Viktor Volkov at Defiance 50. You will not take my title from me. There is no Reapers to distract you, and there is no Shane Atwater to save you. There will be no excuse for your failure. This is not Rocky story. You will not win. I tell you this now. Believe this. The Red Wolf now makes his way up the steps, glaring at Stryker on the apron for a few moments before he steps into the ring. Raising the microphone to his lips, he stands right in front of the Bloodlust Champion, towering over him as he looks down into his eyes. VIKTOR VOLKOV: This look you give me now. I see this all the time. Words can lie, but eyes never do. You are scared of me. You are scared of what I will do to you...and let me tell you this, my friend. You are right to be scared. Because I am the Red Wolf. I am the Hell Raiser. I am the HKW World Cha-- Before Volkov can finish the word however, Black Light Burns’ “Coward” hits the speakers.The champion’s head snaps towards the entrance way as the fans erupt into a cheer. BRIAN MASON: And here comes the man who Viktor Volkov won that title from at War Ready! JACK WARREN: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Atwater makes his way down to the ring, only pausing to slap a hand or two, his focus entirely on the pair of men in the ring at the moment. He gives Stryker a moment’s thought as he steps up onto the apron, shaking his head before turning his glare back to Volkov, being careful as he steps inside to avoid getting caught with a possible cheap shot. He circles wide around the champion, calling for a microphone of his own and getting it as the music cuts. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Who---- SHANE ATWATER: Shut up. There’s a pop from the crowd at that. Volkov is FURIOUS, cursing at the former champion-turned-challenger as he cuts him short, but before there can be much more of a reaction from the World Champion, Atwater continues. SHANE ATWATER: You’re right, Vik. You are all those things. The Red Wolf. The Hell Raiser. And...as loathe as I am to say it, you absolutely are the rightful HKW World Champion. Volkov sneers and holds up the belt, nodding as the crowd gives a mixed response. Stryker, for his part, merely rolls his eyes. SHANE ATWATER: Viktor Volkov is absolutely THE reigning, defending HKW World Champion… Atwater takes a couple of steps toward Volkov, glaring at him as his tone changes. SHANE ATWATER: For now. There’s an eruption of cheers for that as Shane continues. SHANE ATWATER: Big and bad as you are, Vik….You’re living on borrowed time. If not necessarily because of the title match this guy---- Atwater gives a glance toward Stryker as he points, an acid look crossing his features. SHANE ATWATER: ---Somehow managed to parlay MY work into...And I’m not here for you, Stryker, but believe me when I tell you this, we are far, FAR from even. That nothwithstanding, even if...and when...you walk out of the match at Defiance 50 with that belt still around your waist? You’ve got to walk right into one of the most lethal and dangerous structures in professional wrestling, for one of the most brutal matches of it’s kind in this sport. You’ve got to go into that brutal environment with a collection of hungry individuals who are DESPERATE to get a taste of what you and I have already had our hands on...But most importantly, Viktor, when you walk into that Chamber at Divine Supremacy, you’re going to have to deal with me. It’s Volkov’s turn to roll his eyes, shaking his head. He goes to respond, but Shane doesn’t allow a moment before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: And I know what you’re going to say. “This is no thing, cyka, I just knock you out again, I am Red Wolf, Hell Raiser of the Reapers, blah, blah, blah, blah, cyka blyat”. And you’re right. You knocked me out, clean, and you took that belt from me. You got your one shot, and you made it count. But now...Now it’s my turn, Vik. For once, Viktor Volkov, you’re not the hunter, you’re the fucking hunted. And it may not be the way I wanted it...It may not be the one-on-one rematch I DESERVE….but that doesn’t change the fact that I want….no, I NEED that title...MY World title...back. I need more than anything either of you, more than anything anyone could imagine. I’m not going to stop, Viktor. I’m not going to rest. I am going to dog your every fucking step until I get back the one thing in this world that matters...That World Championship. For the first time, Vik...it’s you with your back up against the wall. You’re the one with everything to lose. Me? I’ve got nothing to lose. It’s simple for me: Get back my World Championship, or die trying. If you---or anyone else in that Chamber--- Another glance toward Stryker. SHANE ATWATER: ---Want to keep me from leaving Divine Supremacy the first ever two-time HKW World Champion….you’re going to have to put me in a fucking body bag to do it. And as tough as you are, Vik...I don’t think you...ANY OF YOU, for that matter...have the ingredients to do i--- The former World Champion - Shane Atwater - is interrupted by the brand new theme music of the 2015 Crowned Royalty Winner. “Desperado” by Rihanna blared through Hawaii’s Neil S. Blaisdell Center… BRIAN MASON: OOOOOH MAN. OHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD! Just when Atwater’s speaking TRUTH. FACTS. Just when our former World Champion is POURING OUT HIS HEART. SHOWING US HIS PASSION!!!!!! FRAN COMES OUT TO RUIN IT FOR ALL OF US LIKE SHE RUINS EVERYTHING ELSE!!! Lights within the venue began to dim down to the point where nothing was visible. JACK WARREN: Chill, man. I think things just got a bit more interesting for everyone now that the Crowned Royalty Champion is coming out. Once the lighting had been restored Fran stood at the top of the ramp dressed in her steampunk attire topped off with a matching ankle length jacket. But something was visibly off about her. In her hands she held three leashes each attached to fully grown….GOATS? BRIAN MASON: She’s finally lost it, Jack! Battles with the former multi-time champion Salem Cartier has caused Fran to lose it! The Goats led The Fleexican down to the squared circle. It was obvious the wrestlers already involved in this situation were feeling a bit odd about it. Fran made it to the ring - actually using LIVE television time to safely transfer her Goats from the outside floor into the ring. She then received a microphone before getting in herself. FRANCESCA: YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL! She sprouted out - allowing all of the HKW Faithful to soak in one of their least favorite catchphrases of all time. FRANCESCA: Look here, Hawaii. The Crowned Royalty Champion and Knoxer Award Winner for Miracle On The Mic yelled out to an unfathomable amount of boos from the Hawaii wrestling fanbase. FRANCESCA: In life n’ in the wrestlin’ business sometimes you have to just let the goats guide your steps! You need to let them lay out a solid path for you to take in the industry. Fran said, leading to further confusion on the topic. FRANCESCA: Mmmmm-baaaaaaaaaa. She moaned out the sounds of an actual Goat as the Goats surrounded her followed by close example of their master. GOATS IN UNISON: Baaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! With another breath of fresh air Fran turned towards the direction of both the former and current World Champions Shane Atwater and Viktor Volkov. FRANCESCA: You have to let these fuckin’ Goats bring you past all of your goddamn troubles. The Goat helps you through every goddamn thing. G. O. A T. Mmmmmmmmmm.. The Fleexican explained while cupping the ears of one of her pets. FRANCESCA: HKW ain’t never wanted me to be at the top. I keep sayin’ they’ve always expected me to be GONE despite bein’ one of the BEST on this fuckin’ brand. I don’t get on goddamn Defiance posters! WHY YAWL? Francesca is one of the most recognizable faces IN THIS FUCKIN’ BITCH BRUH. Salem was the one these fools wanted to give chances to, yawl. For months this goddamn company tried givin’ SALEM what I’M owed, son. Fran yelled out passionately. FRANCESCA: SALEM ain’t take part in the best Destiny Chapter Two match. YOU ain’t either, Atwater. N’ you SURE as fuck ain’t, Volkov. I did. They tried n’ tried some more to keep lettin’ people pass me by but but they learned that they can NEVAAAAAAAAAAAA EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA stop a Fleexican from gettin’ her due in wrestlin’. Kneeling down slightly Fran touched the top of one of her Goats’ head. FRANCESCA & GOAT TOGETHER: Mmmmrrr-baaaaaaaabaa! They groaned out disgustingly, as well as awkwardly. FRANCESCA: The Fleexican has managed to get the shot she should’ve had a FUCKIN’ long time ago even if she has to share with undeservin’ ass Salem. Therefor I’m officially lettin’ you, Atwater and Volkov, know that The Fleexican doesn’t need anymore lesser placeholders for her World Championship strap! Getting back to a vertical base Fran looked towards Brian Stryker. She held her microphone up to her lips once again. FRANCESCA: N’ you, Brian. The Goats done told me about you. You wanna pass me by too, bruh? You’re REALLY into seein’ what a minority.. is willin’ do to get by in this goddamn countr- The arena went dark... "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!" "There's no place like home!" 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and Salem Cartier appears at the entrance amid purple strobe lighting wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes, her patented silver cane held high. BRIAN MASON: THANK GOD! Salem has silenced Fran and these ridiculous goats! JACK WARREN: I like those goats, you silence...yourself, Mason! Anyone but the Witch, argh!!! Salem flips her hood back and pulls a microphone from her jacket pocket as the lights go back up. She twirls the cane back and forth taking slow steps towards the ring. SALEM CARTIER: Fran, I’m pretty sure you said my name three times so I feel like I’ve been summoned out here. I had to come out here and see because I couldn’t tell who was talking there for a bit.. You or the goats! She held the cane high over her head looking around the arena, slapping a few hands as she made her way down and climbed onto the apron, surveying the scene of all the wrestlers there. Looking them face to face, she returned her gaze to Fran. SALEM CARTIER: Here’s a round of true facts for you, Fran. The fact of the matter is most of everything you’ve ever earned in this company happened when I wasn’t even here. Because if I were here I would’ve pounded you down into guacamole for even looking at me sideways. I know it burns you up that I left, and then I came back and these fans still love me more than they EVER will love you. I love this company, but there’s too many ingrates making time around here. Too many people waking up on third base and crowing about how they hit a triple. Too many people that are the equivalent of a boil on the butt of HKW. It’s going to be my utmost pleasure to lance every one of them. And you Fran, are Boil Numero Uno! It’s been a pleasure beating the hell out of you, trading it back and forth… but I’m not satisfied. You better hope and pray that I don’t get you alone in that Chamber, girl. The Witch is going to turn it into a Chamber of Horrors. Salem entered the ring now, leaning back into the corner, and easing one foot back to rest on the turnbuckle. SALEM CARTIER: Because you and me, Fran? We could well indeed tangle until the end of time. And it’s appropriate you bring goats out here and think that’s an allusion to you being G.O.A.T. ...Greatest of all time? Don’t make me laugh. The only thing about you and these goats is you could both chow down on a tin can and call it a delicacy. And I could go on and on about you… but the fact is..the fact is, there’s a bigger picture here. Stryker gets his shot at the World Title against Volkov. She nods at Stryker, then looks at Volkov who just scoffs and looks away, adjusting his belt on his shoulder. SALEM CARTIER: Good luck with that, Brian. I’m actually rooting for you. Somewhat because you’re the underdog, and also because you’re the Bloodlust Champion. And I didn’t come back here and win that belt on my first night to raise its recognition again to see it tarnished. So from one Bloodlust to another, do me proud, champ. Anything would be better than The Russian Sickle over here reaping left and right. The champion looks at her know, scowling. SALEM CARTIER: Oh, that’s right blondie… I dare. See, you don’t run with a pack of goats like FRANtic over here… you run with a pack of dogs… Reapers In Pride.. R.I.P. Sons of Anarchy is over and your days are all numbered too. You like to go vroom vroom on your big wheel? Ain’t that sweet. Viktor goes to speak but Salem drags a thumb across her throat. SALEM CARTIER: Oh hell no! To quote Adam Sandler, I have the microphone now so you will listen to every damn word I have to say! Which brings me to Shane Atwater… the last World Champion with any integrity in this company. You want your belt back? You feel slighted, I understand. You never got a fair rematch, and the chamber is your first shot at it? Well I can appreciate that in theory, but at Divine Supremacy you may not get the redemption you seek. Because this is my first World Title shot ever and I plan on making the MOST of it… I WILL be World Champion, mark my---- The arena goes black suddenly. . With the wrestlers in the ring looking confused, "House of 1,000 Corpses" by Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena lights turn back on with the fans immediately booing. Nicole Hamilton is standing in the ring, directly in front of the Bloodlust Champion, holding her baby belt tightly, locking eyes with him as she puffs out her chest breathing hard. She doesn't say anything for moments as her music cuts out, as she raise a mic to her lips. NICOLE HAMILTON: Remember me? DO YOU ALL REMEMBER ME? Nicole shouts, looking at each individual in the ring. NICOLE HAMILTON: I haven't gone anywhere. Things haven't changed and that baby? That baby is STILL mine. It will always BE mine. You honestly think you're done with me? Stryker your days are numbered and your time is running out. Every step you take? I will ALWAYS be ten steps ahead ready to crush you. She smirks, before licking her lips as she turns and looks around at everyone. NICOLE HAMILTON: And for all you? She smirks, shaking her head. NICOLE HAMILTON: The thoughts that any of you have of being World Champion? They're done. IT'S MY DESTINY TO BE AT THE TOP. I've worked myself up from the complete bottom to get to where I'm at today. I've dealt with disrespect from every single one of you people standing in this ring and now? I'm over it. Your nightmares are just beginning and your twists of fate happen now. Darkness will overcome and once it does? I WILL DANCE WITH THE DEVIL ON ALL YOUR GRAVES ONCE I PUT YOU ALL SIX FEET UNDER! She screams, before cackling sadistically at them. NICOLE HAMILTON: The bloodlust belt come back home to its sister and I, and the world championship? The oh it will come home alright... For once darkness will BE at the top and STAY at the top. The crazy ones will weed out the boring and the end for all of you will come... She smirks, before turning out to face Stryker again, pointing. NICOLE HAMILTON: You of all people are far from safe... There’s a tense ceasefire of words between the six individuals who’ll step foot into the chamber at Divine Supremacy. Another few seconds pass until the World Champion raises his microphone to his lips, a scowl worn on the Russian’s face. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Well this is good thing for all of you. The Red Wolf’s looks around the ring at all five of his future opponents. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You all have chance to talk...you all have chance to say why you are going to win...but none of you have this. The World Champion raises his casted left hand up in front of those in the ring. VIKTOR VOLKOV: This motherfucker...it ends thing. Very quick. Very easy. Very simple. And in chamber, I do this to all of you...one by one. This is no fucking problem for me. And maybe you don’t believe Volkov. Maybe you think I am just talk bullshit. Well to this I say...watch from the back. Watch Defiance 50. Look at what the Red Wolf does to Brian Stryker, then understand, this is your fate. This is all of your fates. Volkov lowers his microphone, letting it drop to the ground before spitting onto the canvas in front of his future opponents. After doing so he exits the ring, raising his title high into the air as he backs up the ramp, Sgori [Burn] hitting the speakers as he does so. BRIAN MASON: And as much as it pains me to say it, there’s our World Champion -- and I can tell you one thing for sure. He does not want to lose that belt. RANDY THE PILOT: We need to get these damn goats out of here. We'll be right back! Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jul 17 2016, 11:39 PM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 17 2016, 11:37 PM Post #3 |
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![]() Defiance comes back from adbreak outside the arena with Lance Winters standing out in the parking lot smoking a cigarette in ... thong sandals and a pair of black and white Hawaiian like swimming as he wore his cut shirtless revealing his tatted up torso. He exhales the smoke and smirks as he looks to see the palm trees blow in the wind. LANCE WINTERS: AAHHHH! REALLY nice OUT HERE. Some footsteps were heard in the background and Lance turned his head. He smiled before he spoke. LANCE WINTERS: SNOW MAN. How are you MY MAN? CHANCE FROST: Just fine and dandy, Prez. Fine and dandy. Chance looks how Lance was dressed and raised an eyebrow. CHANCE FROST: Don’t you have a match coming up? Winters nods as he takes another pull from his cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: Yeah BUT I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE BEACH with Reese and Shelton. DIDN’T FEEL THAT MUCH in a hurry to CHANGE. CHANCE FROST: Ah I see. Where’s the Madam Reaper at now? Winters shrugged. LANCE WINTERS: Went in to change and get ready for the match while AS YOU CAN SEE I just wanted to enjoy the view. Now, gimme an update on you and Odyn’s little um..Download errors. CHANCE FROST: ...sons of bitches...Why the hell do they always go for the bikes? Why can’t these idiots do something worthwhile anymore? Always the goddamn bikes?! Winters chuckled at the thought. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t think THEY KNOW MUCH else than to do the “norm”, SNOWMAN. CHANCE FROST: UGH, it’s not LIKE WE CAN’T JUST BUY ANOTHER BIKE?! Why the fu...UGH?! Had me some good memories on ol’ Shirley. But other than that, We do have us a championship match tonight. LANCE WINTERS: Another chance to bring back us HOME SOME GOLD. I want them titles, Chance. WE SHOULDN’T OF LOST THEM THE first time. Frost nods as he agrees. CHANCE FROST: We know boss. As long as them goddamn straight outta of the video game douchebags stay out if, we’ll bring home them belts Prez. Lance flicks his cigarette. LANCE WINTERS: And if they do? He turns to Chance staring him in his eyes. LANCE WINTERS: I want their heads. Chance nods to him as Lance heads into the arena and the scene fades away. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! The lights in the arena shut off completely as the mini titantron turns on and shows violent ocean waves. The ramp lights up with different shades of blue as Where the hood at by DMX plays through the speakers. Once the song kicks in the pyro goes off and the arena lights turn on and flicker wildly to go along with the tune. The fans in attendance stand up in and begin to shower Shark with mixed reactions as he jumps out of the curtains. James Shark walks down the ramp in extreme confidence, his head up high and a cocky grin glued to his face. As he nears the ring he looks around at the crowd and motions for a female to flash. It doesn't take long for one attention whore to do so and the camera captures every bit of it as faces of James Shark smiling are used to censor the titties. James takes off his shirt and tosses it at the woman who then proceeds to smell his shirt looking in love. WHISPER VIPERI: LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN, BOOYS N GIIIRLS, WELLLCOMEEE TO THE JAAAAMES SHAAARK SHOW!! Here's your host, from the mean streets of Brooklyn New York... standing at six feet tall and weighing in a one hundred and ninety pounds! Heeeeeeeeeere's Sharky!!!!!! Shark runs the rest of the way down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring. Once in the ring he's in there like he owns it, giving orders to both the ring announcer and the referee before jumping up onto one of the turnbuckles. He breathes in the electric energy of the crowd and raises his hands up slowly. He nods his head and begins to talk some smack, the broadcast isn't able to pick up what he's saying but it's pretty easy to read his lips. BRIAN MASON: Despite what you can say about his relentless attitude, James Shark has truly begun to come into his own here in HKW. He’s trying to make a statement here tonight, proclaiming that he’ll be the number one contender for Luke Wisia’s No Limits Championship. RANDY THE PILOT: He did ask the man nicely, fo’ real, tho. He jumps off of the turnbuckle and leans against it in the corner, listening to his music - looking relaxed and treating this like just another day. 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 out of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing his partner, from Flint, Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the "KING OF THE FUCKIN' WORLD" JIMMY...PAAAAAAGE!!! Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans and getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating. Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin. JACK WARREN: Possibly the sickest and ugliest, and I do mean, ugliest man in this match. Oh, I guess his wrestling is okay. A little over glorified if you ask me. BRIAN MASON: Want to go say that to his face? JACK WARREN: The MAN is not a little bitch like you, Mason 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. WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! 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 aisle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand. BRIAN MASON: As you can see from here, XAD’s eyes haven’t left either of his opponent, but they have zeroed in on Page. Let's get it on From City to City The Future looks bright But it ain't lookin' pretty (C'mon!) The intro to Powerman 5000's "Riot Time" filled the building and the fans erupt as Jinzai ran out onto the stage, fired up and ready to compete as he began playing to the crowd. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. He walked down the aisle way, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the aisle as he looks up at the ring. His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He smiles as he begins singing the chorus of his entrance music along with the crowd. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, From New York City, weighing in at 201 Pounds, JINZAI!!! He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he waited for the bell to ring. BRIAN MASON: Just how XAD and Page have been sharing looks this whole time, Jinzai immediately hones in on James Shark. Shark is…uh, being Shark. The camera focuses on Shark, who as usual, is shouting expletives at Jinzai. Some of the hated heads over to XAD. Page remains sullen in his corner, his eyes never moving off XAD. Jinzai goes over to XAD, chatting with him for a moment. Soon enough, XAD leaves the ring. On the other end, Shark says that he doesn’t want to deal with Jinzai just yet and exits the ring, feigning boredom. Page eerily cracks his neck roughly before getting up. The referee calls for the bell. TAG TEAM MATCH James Shark and Jimmy Page vs. Xavier Asher Daniels and Jinzai DING! DING! DING! Jinzai steps around the ring, while Jimmy only inches away from his corner. The opposing mirror between the two competitors is certain. Page’s methodical, aggressive mentality stands against Jinzai’s upbeat and wild spirit, their pacing around the ring displays that. When they inevitably get closer to one another, Page tries for a headlock attempt, but Jinzai ducks under and away from the grapple attempt. He opens up the contest with leg kicks to the back of Page’s legs. Page immediately retreats to his corner, but goes back in. Jinzai tries to take the advantage again, but Page captures one of his strikes, a knife edge chop, and pulls him into a quick Saito Suplex. Jinzai swiftly gets back to his feet, knowing that Page getting an ounce of control could spell doom for him. Page tries again to catch the speedster, but Jinzai avoids it. Page tries to strike Jinzai, but the man effortlessly evades the hit. Soon enough, Jinzai hits a Tiger Knee on Page. Page stumbles back, checking his lip and jaw. Jinzai wags his finger at Page. Page, irate, decides to tag in Shark. Shark looks at Page, bewildered. Page doesn’t offer him any words and gets out of the ring, checking on his legs. BRIAN MASON: To fill you all in, in FGA, Page suffered quite the beating in a Chivalry is Dead match against Chandler Scott. It has been a little while since then, but Page is still feeling the effects of one of the most barbaric matches that I had the chance to see. Jinzai’s strikes are nothing to sense at. JACK WARREN: Or he’s just being a bitch and trying to screw Shark over. It wouldn’t surprise me. Shark tries to ease into the ring, but Jinzai rushes his corner. Shark drops off the rope, getting some fair distance from the charging man. He takes a walk around the corner to where Page is standing. He pulls him off the ropes and begins to mouth off to him a bit. Page, unamused, simply barks at him to stop being a little bitch and get in the ring. Shark looks as if he was ready to get at Page, but instead, tries to slide back into the ring. Jinzai almost kicks his head on entry. Shark once again evades, shaking his head at Jinzai. Yet, he doesn’t see the incoming XAD. He catches Shark with a flying knee off the apron. Page immediately falls off the apron, chomping at the bit to get at XAD. Right then, that’s when Jinzai rushes the corner, leaps on top of it, and then leaps off, completing a Triangle Asai Moonsault! Page gets caught and hits the barricade. The crowd cheers at the spectacle. XAD lifts the shocked Shark and sends him into the ring. Jinzai gives a nod to XAD, and then goes for the top turnbuckle. As Shark gets up, Jinzai jumps off and catches him with a flying forearm. He goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: And Shark gets the shoulder up. Now Jinzai got him in the ring. Page’s still down. This is looking bad for Shark’s No Limits dreams. JACK WARREN: Shark can get this back together. He’s not the kind of man to fuck this up. RANDY THE PILOT: Looks like he is to me. Jinzai lights up Shark’s chest with knife edge chops, causing the man to reel to a neutral corner. When Jinzai tries to chase him down, Shark cracks him with an open hand slap. Jinzai tries to retaliate, but Shark begins to batter him in the gut with ferocious shots. Jinzai rears back, but Shark rushes him down and hits a dropkick, flooring the ex-Hybrid Champion. When Jinzai gets to a knee, Shark rushes in and shoves him back to the mat. Jinzai looks and sees Shark, imitating a martial arts pose. He even makes the noises akin to the genre. Jinzai shakes his head, getting up. JACK WARREN: Look at how fast this changed up. BRIAN MASON: And Shark’s at it again with the mindgames. That’s wrong on so many levels. Jinzai looks at Shark, who casually gestures for Jinzai to hit him, tapping on his chin. Jinzai doesn’t, which only causes Shark to call him all kinds of names and even smack his cheek lightly. Jinzai smirks and heads over to his corner, tagging XAD even. Shark raises back up, looking at Jinzai, judging him fiercely. JAMES SHARK: Little bitch. When XAD gets into the ring, Shark promptly does the same to him. He lowers his head, practically begging for XAD to do it. XAD raises up his fist to try to strike Shark, but when it comes down, XAD simply pats Shark on the cheek, getting a pop from the crowd. Shark looks at him, offended, but then throws out a huge lunging blow. XAD ducks underneath it, but Shark has the dodge scouted and cracks him with a sudden back elbow. XAD stumbles back, holding his nose. When he turns around, Shark spears him to the ground, before dropping blows on top of his head. He then roughly mushes his hand in XAD’s face. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shark smacks XAD across the face on his way up, getting a disdainful look from the referee. Shark, disgruntled, heads over to his corner and tags in Page. Page gets in the ring, walking slowly around the referee. When XAD makes it to his feet, he catches a sudden kick to the ribs from Page’s boot. The referee, this time, gets in Page’s face, telling him to let him do his job and check on XAD. Page scowls, but takes a step back. While the referee goes to check on XAD, Page takes off and cracks the unsuspecting Jinzai with a big boot to the discontent roar of the crowd. JACK WARREN: He should have kept his eye on the birdie! HAHAHA! Dumb fucker. BRIAN MASON: That was a cheap shot, Jack, how the— JACK WARREN: There’s no cheap shots in wrestling, dumbass! RANDY THE PILOT: Not unless you get hit with one, fam. XAD makes it to his feet, only to be manhandled by Page and thrown into his corner. Page tags in Shark, who nods in approval. The two takes turns (and tags) beating on the man. Their lethal strikes force XAD to the ground, allowing both men to stomp away at him in the corner. Shark then exits the ring, allowing Page to once again take full control of the delirious XAD. Without much effort, Page drops XAD onto his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. He lifts XAD up again and drops him with another. He then finishes his barrage with an exploder suplex, turning XAD inside out. He goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Page only…smiles at XAD kicking out. BRIAN MASON: He’s…smiling? RANDY THE PILOT: Dude almost got a stiffy from this kind of mess. Get the pin, he gets the W. XAD kicks out? He gets to beat on ‘em some mo’. Win-win, Mase. XAD starts to make it to his feet on his own, where Page runs off the ropes and charges back in with a drive-by Big Boot. XAD hits the mat hard. Page goes for the cover again. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Page only laughs to himself as he drags XAD to his feet and starts to drive his elbow into XAD’s face. He even scrubs his elbow across XAD’s face, getting a cry of pain out of the man. The referee begins to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI— Page releases the elbow grinding before driving the elbow across XAD’s face again. Page takes a step back, measuring XAD, who starts to get up. While XAD checks his face for any cuts, Page begins to rush for the ropes again. This time, however, he gets a sudden kick to the back from Jinzai! Page turns around to glare at Jinzai, holding his back. Jinzai points at him, telling him that he deserved it. XAD rushes up behind the distracted Page and drops him with the Revolution! Page’s head gets spiked directly into the mat. XAD goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Shark breaks up the pin with a double axe handle to XAD. From there, he proceeds to beat on XAD a bit more, getting some free blows in. However, before he can continue his unjust assault, Jinzai charges the ring. Shark finds himself preoccupied with the argumentative referee. Jinzai takes his chance and hits the Ryuken, catching Shark with it. Shark falls over to the ropes, catching himself on them. Jinzai comes back in, trying to take Shark out of the equation, but Shark catches him and both men go flying over the rope. Jinzai hits his back hard on the ring apron while Shark lands face first on the outside mat. RANDY THE PILOT: Anyone else hear that pop? JACK WARREN: You better not be talking about soda or popcorn, fatass. BRIAN MASON: He meant Shark’s face— JACK WARREN: OF COURSE HE IS, YOU DIPSHIT! XAD gets to his feet as Page comes back in, with rage erupting. He pummels XAD with forearm shots before XAD falls to the ground. Page tries to get in the mount, but XAD slides underneath him. He gets up and heads for the ropes. He comes back and laces himself in Page with a Wheelbarrow Bodyscissors. As Page tries to heave him up, XAD sends him to the ground with an armdrag. When Page gets back to his feet, he gets blown to the ground with an explosive single leg drop kick. XAD goes for a lazy cover, not having the energy to fully do so. ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! XAD smacks the mat, getting to his feet with a disappointed look on his face. He goes into the corner, waiting for Page to get up. As Page makes it to a knee, XAD takes off, trying to strike him with Purple Majesty. However, Page catches the knee and transitions XAD into a powerbomb position. Taking off, Page sends the much smaller man into the corner with a Buckle Bomb. When XAD comes back, Page lifts him up and drops him down with the Paralyzing! He goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! Jinzai tries to rush the ring to break it up, but Shark grabs his tights and pulls him back down. He tries to send him down with the first German Suplex of Shark Attack. He gets it to the groan of the crowd. THR--KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: And XAD with the kickout! RANDY THE PILOT: Wow, I thought he got’em there for real. As Shark tries for the second German Suplex, Jinzai backflips out of it. He rushes up, taking Shark by the neck. He runs off the stairs and hits a Tornado DDT, using the stairs as the proverbial turnbuckle. Shark lays there, rolling about, while Jinzai starts to get to his feet. Back inside, Page looks down on XAD, before bringing him to his feet. He hooks his neck and tries for Nirvana, but XAD worms his way out of it. Page turns around and almost gets caught with the Star Kick, but Page ducks underneath it. Jinzai gets on the apron, looking to get the drop on Page. But before he can do anything, Shark suddenly cracks him in the gonads with a ruthless uppercut. Jinzai’s face pales and his knees buckle as he lands on the outside mat. BRIAN MASON: Oh, that son of a bitch! JACK WARREN: Damn, that even hurt me from here. RANDY THE PILOT: I just ‘bout dropped my nachos on that shit. All the while, Page gears up and strikes XAD down with Concussion. The crowd goes lifeless at the sound of Jimmy’s elbow cracking against XAD’s face. He isn’t done. Page then grabs onto XAD and cranks the neck again. He glares out at the crowd before hitting Nirvana. XAD lays sprawled out on the mat. Page then roughly covers him. A scowl crosses on his face as he awaits the inevitable. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners…JAMES SHARK AND JIMMY PAGE! As the bell rings, “I Hope You Suffer” starts up again. Page crawls off XAD, hovering his head over his for a moment. He grins at the damage he caused, before exiting the ring. Jinzai crawls to his feet while Shark heads up the ramp, taunting Jinzai all the while. BRIAN MASON: Jinzai was there with the save, but Shark had to play dirty and screw it all up! RANDY THE PILOT: Man, my balls are gonna hurt the rest of the night after seeing that, Mase. JACK WARREN: Someone call Luke about this! Jinzai may actually be a woman now! He already looks the part. Jinzai crawls into the ring, still nursing the pain of the groin shot. He still manages to try to check on XAD, followed by the referee. He glares up the ramp at Shark, who stands there, smirking the whole while. Page is halfway up the ramp, not bothering to even look back at his opponents. WINNER: JAMES SHARK AND JIMMY PAGE via PINFALL (14:12) |
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![]() The captain for Team Defiance, Jaxon Queen, is walking the halls, clearly searching for someone. It seems like he can’t find who he’s looking for as he eventually comes to a stop and lets out a “tsk” noise. Letting out an annoyed sigh, the young man moves forward as the camera pans over to show Subversion wrestler, Kol, staring at the screen and watching highlights of the last match with interest. Queen moves forward before grabbing Kol and spinning him around. JAXON QUEEN: Hello, Kol. It seems like you’re lost. This is Defiance, not Subversion. That’s next week. A small smirk forms on Kol’s face as he folds up his arms while staring at his former partner. KOL: Did not know it was a crime to come and watch the opposition wrestle. It has been a few months since I was on here. I think I threatened an interviewer last time I was here. Well, actually, Colton did that. JAXON QUEEN: Cut the crap, Kol. Why are you here? Clearly you didn’t come here to watch anybody wrestle. You could have just done that at home. Kol chuckles. KOL: You always were like this. Could never really just let things be. Always wanting to poke and prod and question. What I’m doing here does not matter to you. Why don’t you run off now and try to scrape together a team brave enough to get in the ring with someone like me? Jaxon seems to take offense to what Kol just said, taking a step forward so that they are even closer now. JAXON QUEEN: What you’re doing here does matter to me. You see, this is my brand now, just like Subversion is your brand now. I represent it and at Divine Supremacy, I’m going to fight to prove that it is better than the brand you’re representing. And I’ll do all of that by putting a team that will make yours look like nothing. Queen pokes Kol in the chest, but the former No Limits champion’s reaction is to wipe at the spot on his shirt where Jaxon poked. JAXON QUEEN: But you being here is my business, whether you fucking like it or not. Kol grins. KOL: Is it really? Jaxon scowls. JAXON QUEEN: Yes, it fucking is. So, I’ll ask again, and hopefully your brain starts working and you actually answer. What. Are. You. Doing. Here? The two former friends stare each other down, neither budging. You can almost cut the tension with a knife as people nearby stand back, clearly not wanting to be near them in case their meeting proceeds to fight. After a couple of seconds, Kol finally breaks his silence, letting out a low chuckle. KOL: You got me. I’m here to scout the tag team you so excitedly added to your team. You know, the one that thinks it is helping the tag division, even though it is seemingly avoiding the one team that can take those belts and actually make people care about the division. You know exactly who I’m talking about and I can tell that you are thinking the same thing that I am thinking. Sine Mora might break the record for the longest reign, and they might even get to five defenses...but they are never and will never be as good as you and I were. Queen doesn’t respond, almost as if he actually believes what Kol is saying, which brings a grin to the Global GO winner’s face. KOL: What? No comeback now, Jaxon? Or do you realize that if you weren’t an idiot back then, you and I would have probably had a record that they could not even come close to? Jaxon’s jaw clenches as he clearly tries to hold back his anger, but Kol is not backing off. KOL: Though I guess it was for the best. You doing that did lead to me doing bigger and better things while I left you behind to continuously choke match after match after match after- JAXON QUEEN: ENOUGH!!! The Global GO holder goes silent, but the grin on his face can’t be any bigger. Queen seems to have had enough as he’s huffing and puffing, staring daggers through his former best friend. After a bit, he manages to calm down, speaking in a low voice so as to keep his anger in check. JAXON QUEEN: You don’t get to stand there and pretend that you’re better than me without having stepped into a ring with me ever. You don’t get to stand there and mock my decision to throw that Destiny match because if it wasn’t for that, you would have never become No Limits champion. You wouldn’t be a proud owner of a golden briefcase if it wasn’t for me. And you wouldn’t have that big contract if it wasn’t for me throwing that match. Kol’s grin seems to fade and the tables seem to have turned as Jaxon now goes on the attack. JAXON QUEEN: You wouldn’t be jackshit without me doing what I did and YOU KNOW THAT. And as far as to whether I believe we could have set a record they could not break or not? Yeah, back then I would have believed it, but back then happened already and there’s no going back. And right now, no matter what issues they have with my cousin, they are the most dominant team in HKW, which makes them a valuable asset to this team, no matter how you or Emilio or really even I feel about them. So you can take that bullshit you were just spewing and kick rocks. You’re not wanted around here. Queen brushes past his former friend, bumping shoulders with him before he begins walking away...but stops as soon as Kol clears his throat. KOL: I have a question. Jaxon turns and looks at Kol, who seems to be slowly grinning again. JAXON QUEEN: And what the fuck might that be, Kol? KOL: Well, it’s really something I’ve wondered for awhile now. I’ve been wondering this since the day you and I had our little falling out. You remember that night, don’t you? Queen seems to be getting irritated again as he begins clenching his jaw once more, answering Kol’s question through gritted teeth. JAXON QUEEN: Yes, I remember that night very goddamn well, Fuckboy Kol. Was that your question? Can you leave now or do I have to kick you out of the arena? Something I’m sure nobody around here would mind. KOL: No, no. That’s not my question. That was more of a prelude, friend. JAXON QUEEN: Don’t call me that. I am not your friend. I’m the guy that’s going to take your head off if you don’t get on with it. Kol chuckles. KOL: I sense a lot of anger…FRIEND. There’s no reason to get mad so easily, though you’ve always had a short fuse. Probably what costs you so many matches. Jaxon begins grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, clearly trying his best to not fuck Kol up right then and there. JAXON QUEEN: You are just annoying me now. Either get on with it or get the fuck out of here. The Global GO winner stares at the infuriated team captain of Defiance before he finally asks his question. KOL: Is that little bastard you will call your child going to be just like you….a failure? This seems to be that straw that broke the camel’s back. Queen, now absolutely furious, moves forward, letting out an angry roar as he tries to go after his former best friend...only for two other young men to come in and stop him in time! The two young men are none other than two of Jaxon’s best friends, and his two roommates, Darrin Bradley and Reed Buchanan. They seem to be only focusing on Jaxon, who is damn near frothing at the mouth with anger. They successfully manage to hold him back, both trying their best to calm him down as Kol watches only a few feet away from them. REED BUCHANAN: Jaxon! Jaxon! Relax, dude! Relax! JAXON QUEEN: FUCK RELAXING! LET ME GO! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM! I’M GOING TO TEAR HIS HEAD OFF! LET ME GO!!! The former No Limits champion begins laughing before he turns his back to the three young men. KOL: I suppose this is my cue to leave. See you Tuesday...FRIEND. Kol begins walking away, but Jaxon does not stop trying to break free, clearly still furious. Once Kol disappears out of the shot, Darrin makes another attempt to calm his friend down. DARRIN BRADLEY: It’s just words, man. You can make him eat those words soon. But now is not the right time. Breathe, Jaxon. Breathe. It takes a minute, but eventually Queen calms down enough that Reed and Darrin feel safe to let him go. Jaxon then turns and proceeds to let out a part of his anger on a nearby equipment crate, grabbing it and flipping it on its side. Jaxon then lets out a deep breath. JAXON QUEEN: Maybe you guys convincing me to allow you to come along was a better idea than I thought it was going to be. REED BUCHANAN: You good now, Philadelphia Hulk? Queen nods. JAXON QUEEN: I can’t promise that Kol is going to say the same thing after I’m through with him though… Jaxon lets out a sigh before he walks off, clearly still trying to fully calm down. Darrin and Reed stare at each other, before they both shrug and follow their best friend as the scene fades out. ![]() The feed cuts to the backstage area where the man who gave some of the best wrestlers of this generation a platform to perform, the multi-time champion, and master of the Bankshot - Brandon Banks - entered the studio. Obviously unimpressed with the inner workings of the venue. As usual. He was always precise about his tastes. The PDW Legend and current World Crown Tag Champion examined his immediate surroundings. Everything you'd expect to find in a studio. BRANDON BANKS: This place smells like shit. Smells like three skunks just fucked Zelda Rune dead, bruh. The HKW owner looks around for whoever was interviewing on this special occasion, flipping the hood to his “SUPREEEEMAAAAAAH” sweatshirt off of his as he did so. BRANDON BANKS: Wastin’ my motherfuckin’ time. Wastin’ my motherfuckin’ money with this bullshit setup here. Wastin’ my fuckin’ life away by comin’ on these fuckin interviews and havin’ the damn host be late. Who the fuck is this pile of shi--- Swoooooooosh, the door opened behind Brandon slowly. ZELDA RUNE: I'm hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Your friendly neighborhood SSWA Rising Star Champion Zelda Gibbons...Best known as Zelda Rune! Banks eyes go wide right as his bitter rival steps into the room. BRANDON BANKS: NO! NO! NO FUCKING WAY, ZELDA! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU! THIS IS ABOUT ME. THIS ABOUT FEL. THIS IS ABOUT MOSTLY ME! Banks spins his head around and starts wagging his finger at the camera crew, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of red. BRANDON BANKS: Get Eli Zayn’s punk ass in here right now! The poor intimidated camera crew, obviously used to being yelled at by Brandon, were all frozen in place. In this particular instance they had no idea what to do for the founder of HKW. ZELDA RUNE: Stop, hon. Stop. Zelda held her hands up in the direction of the man who held an intense amount of hatred for her. As did she for him. ZELDA RUNE: It IS about you tonight. It's about your take on the family feud...Or blood feud I’d call it... Going on between you and Felicity. People demanded the best interviewers available to tackle the topic with you. The best ones your employees can get. I'm one of the best journalists going today. I promise I'll be completely professional here. Just take a seat. Zelda pointed towards a familiar white armchair positioned next to a desk. Her favored studio setup. Banks huffed and puffed, his cheeks getting redder by the second. BRANDON BANKS: Zelda… ZELDA! I swear to God, bruh. I swear on YOUR goddamn God that if you come within touching distance of me… I’m bank shotting your ass. Banks finally took his seat and glared right over at Zelda. ZELDA RUNE: Before I get into the deeper issues you do know that the HKW World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder - Felicity Banks - had been looking for a reason to stop the fighting with you. Zelda said before taking a sip of coffee from her Wild Circuit mug, Brandon rolling his eyes. ZELDA RUNE: Felicity wanted to find a trace of….And I quote….”Her brother,” but things escalated to the point where it seems as if even if you apologized today there's no turning back from this Career versus Contract match at the Divine Supremacy event on August 28th at the Boyd Stadium in Whitney, Nevada. The SSWA Rising Star Champion looked back in the direction of the the man once referred to as Platinum Dynasty Wrestling’s top draw. ZELDA RUNE: There's no coming back from that match regardless of what you say because Felicity is convinced that wrestling is a sickness to you. That you need to get out. What do you have to say about that? A perplexed look came over the HKW owners face BRANDON BANKS: Wow, Zelda. You know, when you aren’t a stupid bitch, you’re actually a decent interviewer. Got the plugs in there, told some of the story annnd asked your question. Banks gave the WCM founder a golf clap as Zelda let out a cackle. BRANDON BANKS: Good job, breh. But you right. People been sayin’ that wrestling a sickness to me for a long ass time now, Zelda. Everyone who followed my career knows that I turn into something else when I’m all in. Right now? I’m closer to bein’ all in than I been since PDW closed. Listen, bruh. This ‘sickness’ as you tryhards call it? It ain’t no sickness, bruh. It’s the drive to be the best. You might not see this, but these days this business got a lot of people doin’ a whole lot of talkin’, but very few are showin’ that they want it all. That they comin’ for the top and they ain’t givin’ a fuck who they gotta snatch it from. Me? Ten years in this business, and I’m still hungry, Zelda. Banks began looking around the room and saw his half of the WCS Tag Team championship positioned against the wall. BRANDON BANKS: You see that over there? That’s mine. That’s mine because I want it to be mine. All these new ninjas talk about bein’ the best thing goin’ but I ain’t seein’ that. I see a bunch of ninjas who been cruising since they signed their deals and go up against sub-par competition instead of goin’ head up with the best. The ones that could not only walk the walk, but talk the talk too? That’s rare. That’s me, Zelda. For ten fuckin’ years I been doin’ both damn near perfect and I became undoubtedly one of the most well known wrestlers on this planet. Banks grinned arrogantly. BRANDON BANKS: And I ain’t done yet. See, I already know that people think that this is it for me. That this match was setup so I could have my last moment in the spotlight because I ain’t been shy about sayin’ that my best days were behind me. He turned his attention back to the WCS Tag Team title. BRANDON BANKS: But when Aria hit me up and asked me to be her partner over in the WCS… I realized somethin, Zelda. I realized that I can still go with the best there is right now. Let’s tell it how it is -- both Jackie and Luke are future top level champions in HKW probably, and me and my rookie cousin beat them. Ain’t gonna bullshit ya, Zelda, I thought I might’ve slowed down. Thought I couldn’t take what I used to be able to take. Thought I couldn’t think the way I used to think -- but it’s all right here. He pointed at his head. BRANDON BANKS: It never left. WCS woke me up again, and to be completely honest with you? I know that I can walk into any company out there right now and take their top prize from whoever the hell callin’ themselves the MAN or the WOMAN. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his fingers behind his head. BRANDON BANKS: And that’s exactly what I’m finna do after I take Fel out this company. Hell, I might take that damn GO briefcase and become HKW World champion until I decide it’s time for me to hang it up. ZELDA RUNE: You just set me up perfectly for the next thing I wanted to ask you. The White Knight explained. ZELDA RUNE: I'm not going to ask if you're jealous of Felicity because I've heard you answer that question a number of times already. But what I will do is line your PDW career next to her career in Hard Knox Wrestling for a second. Compare the two. Stay with me. Grabbing a remote seated on the desk Zelda pointed it towards the monitor positioned behind both herself and one half of the World Crown Tag Team Champions BB. ZELDA RUNE: As you can see… Zelda pointed up towards the monitor as the image popped up on the screen, Brandon scratching at the back of his head. ZELDA RUNE: I've only included accomplishments from PDW and HKW to this because HKW is currently viewed as a major mainstream promotion just as Platinum Dynasty Wrestling had been prior to that. The Rising Star Champion took another sip of her black coffee before looking back in the direction of the PDW Legend. ZELDA RUNE: Not only that, Brandon. I believe you and Felicity would BOTH agree that these promotions are the places where you gained the majority of your fame in the wrestling business. Am I right on that front? She asked the legend. BRANDON BANKS: Sure, why not. Zelda proceeded following the Hall of Famer’s response. ZELDA RUNE: So on the biggest stages of your careers….Felicity has seemingly done almost everything there is to do in Hard Knox Wrestling. Rumble Winner. Briefcase Holder. Most Eliminations in a Rumble 2 Destiny. Triple Crown Champion. Tag Champion. No Limits Champion. WORLD Champion. And a multitude of awards. Pointing towards BB Zelda continued…. ZELDA RUNE: You were seen as the face of PDW by the fans. You had accomplished a lot in the company. And as a journalist who can see past titles I’d unbiasedly say the mark you left on that company is a bit darker than even some of the Platinum Champions just because of the aura you brought to the promotion. BUT.. Zelda held her finger up. ZELDA RUNE: There's always a but. The fans today aren't trained to be a journalist. They only see what's on paper. What's on the monitor behind me. They see that Felicity has done what you couldn't do for a number of years in terms of raw accomplishments. They see that she as a young newcomer made winning a World Championship look easy while that was always something that eluded you. Exclude moments. Exclude everything. On paper people say Felicity has surpassed you. Words slipped out of Zelda’s mouth. She didn't mean to offend Banks in this instance but in a sit down interview the best never pulled punches. ZELDA RUNE: Nobody’s saying anything about jealousy tonight. But do these facts I just brought up eat away at you? Does any of this?...What's on the monitor...Does it play into the reasons you want your sister OUT of the company she's making her fortune and her legacy in? Following in YOUR footsteps as one of the measuring sticks of wrestling by the way. Banks took a few seconds to stare at the image, smirking before he turned back to Zelda. BRANDON BANKS: First thing -- all that shit I did? That was a year, maybe eighteen months of work. Fel been in HKW for damn near three years now so you can’t really say that I wouldn’t have done double what I already had on my list. She got more time with HKW than I had with PDW, bruh. Damn near double. He glanced back over back at the image. BRANDON BANKS: But none of this bothers me. For the last time, I’m happy Fel managed to do all this shit. I’m glad that she even in the same discussion with me. I’m happy she considered one of the legit bests out there right now. Shit ain’t just a catchphrase with Fel, bruh. It’s the truth. He sighed BRANDON BANKS: This grudge I got against her ain’t got shit to do with accolades or who has done more. It’s all about who the ninja at the top of the food chain is -- and that’s me. Not Fel. ME! It’s about who CREATED an opening so people like her and people like me could be OURSELVES and not have to be a stereotypical wrestler! You know what I’m talking about? The eat, sleep, train, repeat bullshit. Them bricks, bruh. Them fuckin’ ninjas who sit there with they little handheld cameras and try to convince you that they’re so great, but not a goddamn soul would pay ten cents to see they ass! He yelled, nearly popping right out of his chair. BRANDON BANKS: It’s about Fel NOT ONCE sayin’ thank you for me basically settin’ her up to achieve everything she dreamed of and more. In HKW, 4CW, GFP, EVERYWHERE! My parents were the ones who created Felicity Anne Banks, but I’m the motherfucker who built the QUEEEEEEEEENAH! I’M THE SON OF A BITCH WHO DESIGNED THE SUPPPPPPPREMAAAAAAAH! Why is it so hard for people to grasp this, Zelda? Tell me… Banks pulled his seat forward, resting his elbows down on his knees. BRANDON BANKS: Why is it so hard to believe that I just wanted’ one single, solitary thank you for everything I done for her? Zelda, I will take a goddamn lie detector test right now and I’ll tell you that I’m happy that Fel found success over and over again and it’ll tell you that I’m telling the truth. If there’s anyone -- ANYONE out there who I’d want to be the one to keep the Banks name alive in wrestling -- it’s Fel… He squinted his eyes. BRANDON BANKS: … but I refuse to let that happen if she don’t got the decency to at least admit that she wouldn’t be where she’s at if it wasn’t for me. Lifting the mug close to her lips again - Zelda used her free hand to tap her nails on the desk a few times repeatedly. Socially awkward people had their odd (and obsessive) tendencies. ZELDA RUNE: I've absorbed your point of you. I understand where you're coming from. But here's my piece. You two pride yourselves in being strong individuals. She MIGHT be thankful in her own way, by keeping your name’s value going, rather than the type who’d send boxes of chocolates as a thank you. That's something to think about. BRANDON BANKS: I’m lactose. Ain’t nobody want no chocolates. ZELDA RUNE: Right. My final question for you is...Should you win at Divine Supremacy and Felicity is effectively released from Hard Knox Wrestling...Where would that leave you two personally? Would your relationship be the same after taking away her outlet? Would BUSINESS side of things on Defiance be the same if Felicity is gone from the promotion? Taking a moment to think on it, Banks leaned back in his chair and focused on the floor. BRANDON BANKS: I guess we just gonna see once she’s gone. Zelda nodded. ZELDA RUNE: Thank you for coming. The career versus contract match will be one for the ages. Zelda explained as Brandon Banks started to get up in order to make his way for the door as the scene slowly faded. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! The Hawaii audience's cheers as the cameras transition to John Blade in his corner, stretching out before his match with a potential All or Nothing Series winner. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… he is the one… the only… BIG JOHN MATCH!!!!!! JOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN BLAAAAAAAAAAADE! The crowd goes crazy for the internet sensation, but Blade remains stone faced. He turns to the ramp and gestures for his opponent to come out, then rips his shirt off and flings it into the crowd. RANDY THE PILOT: MY MAN! JACK WARREN: Don’t start, Randy. The lights dim to full darkness as intro voice of Lupe Fiasco’s voice speaks. The quote standing out is ‘They say form follows function….And if you just function properly then things will form themselves’ At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent! Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6”. 257 pounds of Enlightenment. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively. He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him. BRIAN MASON: Later tonight, DeMarcus will find out whether or not he’s in the Defiance All or Nothing series final. Right now? He’s taking on RANDY THE PILOT: THE MAN! JACK WARREN: I hate you, Randy. BRIAN MASON: Wait a minute! Look who else is here! Cameras turn to the ramp to show William Alexander Andrews making his way toward the ring, dressed in a suit and tie. Blade asks what’s going on while DeMarcus remains cool and waits for the opening bell. SINGLES MATCH DeMarcus Gresham vs. John Blade DING! DING! DING! Just as the bell sounds, John Blade goes running across the ring! He tries for a running shoulder tackle to Gresham, but Gresham sidesteps out of the way and drops a big elbow between the shoulders of John Blade. Wasting no time, Gresham picks Blade up and slings him into the corner before goes to work with a fury of body shots! After six punches, Gresham pulls Blade out of the corner, delivers a big knee to the midsection, and executes a picture perfect butterfly suplex that sends Blade back to the center of the ring! Gresham glances to the outside and sees RISE call-up William Alexander Andrews giving his new ‘friend’ a round of applause as crawls toward Blade to make the cover… ONE! T---KICKOUT! Blade kicks out at one and a half, but Gresham’s right there to lock him in a quick chin lock. BRIAN MASON: Gresham looking good here already. JACK WARREN: He looks OK. We all know it’s only because THEY WANNA HIM TO LOOK GOOD, BRIAN! RANDY THE PILOT: My dude big John bout to make a comeback! Watch! Gresham pulls Blade up by his head and looks for a backbreaker, but Blade punches Gresham in the side of the head to make him let go. Blade continues with the shots to Gresham’s head and face until he pushes Gresham back against the ropes and hits a devastating ARM DRAG OF DOOM! Gresham came right back to his feet, but Blade is right there to take Gresham down with a running shoulder tackle! Gresham scrambles up to his feet and swings wildly with a right hand, but Blade ducks it, wraps his arms around Gresham’s waist and hits a belly to back mat slam! Blade grabs at Gresham’s leg and tries for the submission, but Gresham crawls toward the ropes and reaches out to grab them! RANDY THE PILOT: What I tell you?! Told you my boy Blade has this! The referee rips Blade away from DeMarcus and tells him that the ropes mean break. Blade argues with the referee for a moment before he turns to Gresham and gets turned inside out with a hellacious spear!!! William Alexander Andrews gestures for DeMarcus to stop playing around and finish Blade, to which DeMarcus replies with a nod. DeMarcus pulls Blade up, and pulls him into the “Enlightenment” spinning side slam! DeMarcus hooks the leg as the referee makes the cover… ONE! TWO! THRRRRRREEEEE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....DEMARCUS GRESHAM! As the ref attends to John Blade, William Alexander Andrews enter the ring with two microphones in his hand. He hands DeMarcus the other, before giving a swift kick to John Blade’s ribs. After getting William to back off, the ref raises DeMarcus Gresham’s arm in victory as William grabs the other and raises it. DeMarcus orders the ref to leave, and to take the “trash out with him”. William sharply inhales before looking towards DeMarcus. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: See that’s why this partnership is going to work out very well for both of us. William turns around to the crowd. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: You simpleminded folks heard that right, partnership. See a month ago when I took care of that walking example of not knowing what your lane in life is, you all remember when DeMarcus came up to me right? We shared pleasantries and such, but that short discussion was just the beginning, clearly proven by the surgical removal of the, DeMarcus what’s another word for joke, something describe those two we removed from the ring last week. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Walking examples of buffoonery acting as if they are legitimate threats in the ring. Court jesters. Boffos. Not even to the level of the Sunday paper funnies. The exact meaning of the mass amounts of rubbish we have here in HKW. They don't belong in this ring, heck they don't belong in any wrestling ring made for the purity of the challenge. Yet those like John Blade continue to walk through that curtain week after week and everyone gives them this attention instead of disposing them like the waste they are. That is where we come in. Myself and William, we are doing the job none of you are refined enough to do. Are cut above enough to do. Are gifted enough to do. After we do away with the numerous cancers running rampant. Sine Mora...look no further, we...are what you’ve been looking for. DeMarcus points to both himself and William before bringing the mic down a bit. An all knowing smirk etched across his face. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Yes, see, for the last month, I’ve had to witness people like John Blade, Luke Wisia, Reapers, Jinzai, people like them be propped up as attractions. Blade, both of us have proven more than convincingly, doesn’t belong. Luke Wisia is a champion only in name, planning parties after events, acting as if he doesn’t have to prove that he is a champion. The Reapers, crying about being overlooked as contenders or just caring about their “rank” sickens me. And people like Jinzai, they explain it themselves. For the last month, I’ve seen the disrespect for this business, this company, of which would not exist without men like my grandfather and great-grandfather carrying this business on their backs for decades. I’ve seen it up close and that’s when I approached DeMarcus, who is like minded, he may be a bit wordier than me, but unlike everyone else in the back, he respects this business and treats this business as it should. That’s why we’re here. William wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: We are here to display the finest action and mindset in this business. The prime examples of what this brand...no, what this company as a whole has been missing. The spotlight that should be for those with the greatest talent. The highest cut of ability. Period. We are two of those men described but without the opportunity to prove such, we are only wasting time and time waits for no one. If you are in need of a name to describe this duo of masterful action, we are Surgical Tendencies. The calculated removal of all that don’t belong. The cynosure for anyone wanting to know how to make it and do it the true way. The precise incision to body after body after body on the Defiance roster and beyond if need be. The enlightenment expands Hard Knox and it begins tonight. If you think I am giving you words without action check my resume or as the currents say, Google me. I’ve been doing this since I arrived here and with The Cut Above the damage only extends that much further. Welcome us HKW, your new surgeons in power. He gestures to himself and William with the mic in hand and then rolls his shoulders relishing in the boo’s that come from the fans in number. DeMarcus nods toward William putting his own mic down near his side. William takes a moment to enjoy the boos a bit more before turning to DeMarcus WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But, allow me to be honest with you DeMarcus. The problem that we have with those in the back is their lack of fortitude, their lack of integrity, their lack of respect for this business. See, we need to be different. We need to prove what our message is. If we want to be the next tag champions, if we truly want that, we need to prove that we are the best team. ???: Man hold up. I must be ain't heard that right. You can run that by me one more time? The camera swings up showing D’Wayne Porter who seems appalled by what he just heard. D’WAYNE PORTER: I’m waiting brah. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Look, I don't know who the hell you are, but you seem lost. This isn't a bodega on the corner, we're not looking to listen your shitastic mixtape. See, the two gentlemen you see in front of you are wrestlers, not some third rate radio DJ. You're looking at the next tag champions. D’WAYNE PORTER: Man who you...naw, who yall supposed to be? Ya’ll ain't heard that the Flava Bros got next? Y'all pulled that lil stunt on them sorry ass boys last Defiance. That don't mean jack. Me and my bro we a real team and i'm letting y’all know right now that anyone of y'all can see me out there in the ring or right now. I ain't playing either with yo lame jokes. William puts his hand on DeMarcus’ mic, preventing the Enlighten One from speaking. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: I got this one, look, I don't even know your name, but the only joke I see is you. See, you came out here alone, and I know DeMarcus here just had a match but he has more than enough to take care of you, and me? I'm just a cut above you, but seeing as you throwing out challenges. I'll take you up on them. How about at Divine Supremacy, you and your flavor brother, take on me and DeMarcus, should be a nice warm up for us, but before that, on the biggest episode of Defiance ever, you and me, one on one. D’Wayne takes a look at DeMarcus before looking over at William. D’WAYNE PORTER: That's suppose to be a challenge? D’Wayne laughs. D’WAYNE PORTER: You gotta deal. You want me at Defiance Fifty then you got it, and I already know my brother ain't got no problem for that match at Divine Supremacy. Since y'all think y'all gonna be the next Tag Team Champions. It ain't a problem to show you that you're not a cut above anyone and DeMarcus here ain't the enlightened one. Lo’renzo Porter could be seen standing atop the ramp with a mic in his hand as he shook his head. LO’RENZO PORTER: D’Wayne what you doing? D’Wayne shook his head. D’WAYNE PORTER: I got this bro. These boys sleeping on us. We gotta wake them up. LO’RENZO PORTER: Man you gotta play it smarter than this. Stop thinking with your mouth instead of your head. D’Wayne smiled while looking at William. D’WAYNE PORTER: You sound scared of these two brah. These dudes ain't nothing. Just follow my lead. Like I said, I got this. LO’RENZO PORTER: Whatever brah. Lo’renzo turned around and headed backstage as D’Wayne stayed in the ring just eyeing William and DeMarcus. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Seems you two have some brotherly issues to work out, i’ll see you in two weeks, Dwayne. William flips his mic at Dwayne and leaves the ring along with DeMarcus as D’Wayne stands smiling watching them make there way up the ramp. DeMarcus eyes his new partner William for a moment, not exactly agreeing with the challenge that just happened but says nothing as they walk toward the back. WINNER: DeMarcus Gresham via pinfall (2:45) |
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![]() A camera is backstage and shows Ashley Sullivan and Ashley Marie Chase as they are both ready for their six man tag team match to partner with Jinx Hextall. The Ashes to Ashes partners are talking and making sure that they are on the same page it seems. ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Don’t sweat the battle royal, girlie. It was down to just three of us, I probably would’ve done the same thing if I was in your position. Just gotta keep focused on what we can do now, like tonight. How is it I’m still going at it with Reapers. Me and Fel had our issues with them a couple years ago and they’re still around, like roaches with leather. AMC is pacing around back and forth cracking her knuckles ASHLEY CHASE: Roaches huh? I see why they are teamed with Raven then since that bitch is just like an annoying roach. Always showing up when you least expect her to. I swear to god Sully i am going to just step on her and end her tonight for costing me that Chamber spot last show. AMC smiles a bit ASHLEY CHASE: As for that battle royal in NKP I did tell you i was going to toss you out. So anyway what can you tell me about this Jinxy? We can trust her right? ASHLEY SULLIVAN: She wants to staple money to Reece so that kind of says how far she’ll go to make a point. I partially set Stryker on fire… twice!... but never thought of bringing a stapler into a Bloodlust title match. Maybe I should’ve. ASHLEY CHASE: Stapler to the face huh? Hmm that sounds like fun so where can i find a stapler around her to use on that Raven? AMC laughs and then gets serious ASHLEY CHASE: Sully I don’t care what you and Jinxy do to Winters or Spencer but Raven is all mine! She wants to talk shit and interfere in my match then she is getting a beating and i am not waiting till the PPV to give it to her! ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Count on it. She’s all yours, now let’s go out there and do this. I can use a warm up match before Defiance 50. The pair give each other a high five before walking off camera as it fades out. ![]() PREVIOUSLY RECORDED Zack Jones and Inferno, Team DLC, are seen sitting in what seems to be a room designated for the special sit-down interviews you have seen on HKW television before. Facing them and sitting on the other side is none other than Defiance interviewer, Eli Zayn. ELI ZAYN: Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to say that I am joined at this time by Inferno and Zack Jones, Team DLC. First of all, let me officially say welcome to Defiance. Your appearance a few weeks ago, especially Inferno’s, really shocked a lot of us, especially since it seemed like Inferno had hung them up. What made you want to come back, Inferno? INFERNO: There’s more work for me to do. The planet just isn’t in a good place right now. History has shown that there needs to be an Inferno that is active in the world in order to bring balance. I’m all there is. JACOB: Eh... INFERNO: I thought I was satisfied with what I had done in this business. I’m not. It just so happened Zak called me the moment I came back to this world. Or perhaps it was his call that summoned me. In either case, we are the fix to a troubled HKW. We are the emergency patch to an imperfect HKW. We are the content that provides a better experience in spite of you are already paying full price for what you bought. Zack clears his throat. ZACK JONES: What my partner is basically saying is that when the opportunity came to help the struggling tag division of Defiance, he jumped at it. You see, with us here, Defiance’s tag team division gets the major boost it needs and Sine Mora can't complain about the lack of competition. Think about it. Since we've arrived, ODBIII and Chance finally found themselves out of the bar RIP frequents and tried to make a name for themselves. DeMarcus and William seem to be two like-minded individuals that may just try to go after the tag gold as well. And of course you've even got the Flava Bros mixed in there as well. We're not saying we cause all of this, but we are saying that we’re going to make sure that this division becomes and stays as competitive as it can be. Eli nods. ELI ZAYN: Alright then, next question. I'll let Inferno get first crack on this one as well. What do you think about the current HKW World Tag Team champions, Artemis Kaiser and Scarlet Flint...Sine Mora? INFERNO: They’re good. They are champions for a reason. It’s just...I think, we can be better. Eli turns to Zack. ELI ZAYN: And you, Zack? Jones chuckles. ZACK JONES: Inferno and I would not be here if we didn't think Sine Mora are good at what they do. We like a challenge. You saw what we did in PDW when the challenge was tossed our way. You'll see soon enough what we can do here. Maybe after we take care of Odyn and Chance whenever we get that chance. ELI ZAYN: Speaking of the Reapers In Pride, the two men you just mentioned attacked you on your first night here. What do you make of these two? Zack’s good mood seems to go away almost immediately. ZACK JONES: I think they picked the wrong guys to mess with. I think that they thought they could easily get away with what they did. And I think that while they made their statement by blindsiding us, we're going to make an even bigger one once we get them in the ring in a tag team match. Zayn turns to the only PDW Grand Slam champion. ELI ZAYN: Inferno? INFERNO: What they did was a sign of weakness. Immense weakness. You only do what they did when you know you’re inferior. When you know there’s a looming threat that is more than capable of taking you out with great efficiency. They attacked us because they are a bunch of bitches trying to pretend to be something they’re not. Skilled fighters. They are lashing out at the hand they’ve been dealt because reality is about to coming crashing down on and around them. That reality has a name. Team DLC. The best tag team in HKW. They just don’t realize it yet. Zack nods in agreement as they both look over at Eli, who nods as well. ELI ZAYN: Alright. That's all I had to ask. Thank you for your time, gentlemen. Zack and Eli shake hands while Inferno somehow slyly hits the Inferno pose (\_0__/). Jones cracks up as the scene fades out on the former PDW Tag Team champions. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is set for one-fall! The lights dim as the opening notes of 'Sacrifice' by Jeff Williams begin to play. The arena is almost pitch black, only showing a few trailing spotlights. Viewers watching at home see images begin to flicker across their tv screen as the camera pans over the crowd. The images are of violence, natural disasters, and a solitary figure, watching it all. Smoke begins to fill the Arena, and within the smoke, lit up by the searchlights, ghostly images appear. Famous heroes and villains from throughout history. At the top of the ramp, a silhouette slowly comes into view. A young man, waiting on the stage in a three point stance. Looking almost like some hungry predator. WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200 pounds. The East Wind of Adversity, ALEX!! REYN!!! The rock part of the song kicked in and he took off, charging to the ring and sliding in. He span around, back into that same three point stance to await his opponent. BRIAN MASON: Alex Reyn has been on quite a tear lately, defeating Ashley Chase and making short work out of Colby Spencer and Sho Kojima in the last few weeks. RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but tonight he’s up against a champion, bruh! JACK WARREN: As much as I hate to agree with the idiot here, he’s got a point. Fighting a champion is a WHOLE different ball game. Trust me, I know. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent! The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up, holding the Bloodlust championship. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of the stage. WHISPER VIPERI: He, is your Bloodlust Champion!!! From the City of Philadelphia, Brian Stryker! Brian rises to his feet and throws his hood back, holding his title up as pyro goes off behind him. He makes his way down the ramp, putting his belt over his shoulder as he slaps the front plate a few times. When he gets to the ring, he walks up the steel steps, climbing the turnbuckle. He takes the belt and holds it high as he stands there for a moment before leaping into the ring. He lands on his feet as he kisses the front plate real quick before placing it on the mat, before kneeling in the corner and staring at his opponent who calmly eyes him in return. BRIAN MASON: Brian Stryker has been through Hell to get that title. He’s shown incredible endurance in the face of adversity, and has even scored a victory over the World Champion. JACK WARREN: Oh, write me a poem, you giant sap. First off, that victory was a lucky fluke! Second, as far as I’m concerned, what he went through was the bare MINIMUM needed to earn a championship. Congratulations, he’s not COMPLETELY worthless! His cookie will arrive in two to three business days. RANDY THE PILOT: Could I get one? JACK WARREN: I hate you. With both competitors in the ring, the referee doesn’t waste any time and calls for the bell. SINGLES MATCH Alex Reyn vs. Brian Stryker DING! DING! DING! As the bell rings, there's a pause. Both wrestlers eye each other carefully, waiting for the right moment. Wary of each other's speed… Reyn makes the first move, going low with a legsweep that Brian jumps over, only to narrowly avoid both a roundhouse and spinning thrust kick, countering the last move into a Dragon Screw Legwhip. Scoring first blood. BRIAN MASON: Nice moves by the champion! Brian is too savvy to rest on his laurels and he continues to build momentum and take Alex down with a running headscissors. Now he climbs to the top, looking for Air Stryke… RANDY THE PILOT: He could end this right here!!! JACK WARREN: OH, THANK GOD!!! Somehow sensing the danger he’s in, Reyn rolls out of the ring and away from Brian. At least, in theory…. In a sequence that wows the crowd, Brian comes flying out the ring with a Suicide Shooting Star. Reyn dodges, but Brian LANDS ON HIS FEET!!! JACK WARREN: HOLY SHI-!! ...I mean, um… that was okay I guess. For a spot monkey, I mean. The ref starts counting. ONE! Reyn attacks with a running hurricanrana, but Stryker is still too agile and manages to once again flip out of the move and land on his feet. Changing his tactics, Reyn flanks left, running along the barricade and leaping off to bulldog Brian's head into the ramp! BRIAN MASON: Reyn trying to build some momentum here... THREE! It's his first legitimate hit of the match and Reyn does not waste it, grabbing Brian's head and trying to ram it against the edge of the ring. FOUR! Brian manages to get his hand up and block the impact, elbowing Reyn off. With the distance cleared, he steps back… Superkick- dodged! Reyn takes advantage of the evasion and grabs Brian in a front face lock before dropping him with a kneebuster DDT! (Snap DDT while swinging both feet directly into opponent's knee.) RANDY THE PILOT: Damn bruh, every time I see that move, it makes me cringe! SIX! Reyn rolls Brian back inside the ring and rolls in after him. As Brian slowly gets to his feet, Alex stalks him, waiting for his moment… The second that Brian is on his feet, Alex moves, taking Brian down again with a running legsweep kick to the bad knee. Brian goes down, and Reyn capitalises, dragging him by the leg to the corner. But Brian fights back and kicks Reyn off him. Brian backs away from the corner, massaging his leg to get some feeling into it. This seems to work, as he's able to put his weight on the limb without much issue. Reyn is still eyeing Brian's leg as he comes in and charges towards him. Brian throws a punch, but Reyn dodges and hits the ropes, coming at Brian from behind with a spear that Brian BACKFLIPS over before ducking low and causing Reyn to miss with a spinning wheel kick on the return. Brian rolls away to create some distance then dashes towards Reyn, leapfrogs over him to land on the ropes and bounces off with a springboard moonsault. Reyn manages to dodge the move, but Brian lands on his feet and takes Alex down with a sudden enzuigiri! He goes for the cover, but Reyn has enough awareness to roll away from him and out the ring. BRIAN MASON: The champion is just too fast for Alex Reyn! Alex climbs onto the apron and launches himself through the air with a springboard crossbod- -Roundhouse from Stryker-No! In an astonishing display of agility, Reyn manages to adjust himself in midair, grab Brian's leg, and take him down with a MIDAIR DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP!!! BRIAN MASON: HOLY HELL!!! Brian screams out in pain, clutching his leg and trying to back away into the corner. He narrowly ducks as Reyn comes in with a running dropkick. Both Reyn's feet hit the middle turnbuckle instead of their intended target, but Reyn uses the momentum to rebound into an enzuigiri that Brian still manages to avoid. As Brian slowly tries to get to his feet, using the ropes for support, Alex tries for a more basic kick that Brian catches and turns into a sudden small package!! ONE! TW- Alex gets the ropes! The move is broken, and the two back away, slowly getting to their feet. Alex can smell blood in the water, but he's wary of Brian's superior speed… A sudden legsweep kick from Reyn forces Brian to leap over the kick, but he stumbles on the landing. Alex rebounds off the ropes with a spear that Brian is once again forced to evade with a flip. However, the landing causes his knee to buckle and him to cry out in pain. Brian collapses to his knee's and Alex sprints towards him. Running up Brian's back like a ramp before leaping into the air and dropping his knee across the back of Brian's neck! RANDY THE PILOT: Ouch! JACK WARREN: Heh. I’m starting to like this guy. Alex waits as Brian slowly gets to his feet, he shifts left, then right, then left again. Keeping Brian unsure which way he might flank. Suddenly, Reyn charges in. Moving towards Brian in a zig-zag pattern- ...Only to veer away and move AROUND the Bloodlust Champion. JACK WARREN: What in the Hell...? Reyn hits the ropes, coming towards Brian from behind and forcing the champion to quickly turn around- ...Only for Reyn to once again completely avoid his target. RANDY THE PILOT: Umm… what is he doing? Reyn comes in from the rebound again, this time somersaulting OVER Brian's head and landing in a roll and crouch. Pushing off the ground immediately, Reyn presses his unconventional attack(?) feinting with another leap, before suddenly dropping low and causing Brian to miss with his dropkick. Seconds later, Brian feels a sharp burst of pain in his OWN temple, courtesy of a running basement dropkick from Reyn. Clutching his aching head,Brian backs away towards the ropes, trying to use them for support. Suddenly, he's forced to dodge as Alex comes charging past him, leaping onto the ropes and back flipping off so that he's suddenly behind Brian! Brian quickly turns to keep Alex in sight but a quick combat roll allows Alex to flank to Brian's right. Then he rolls to Brian's left. Then back. RANDY THE PILOT: Okay, seriously. What is Alex Reyn DOING?! It’s like he’s not even trying to hit his opponent! JACK WARREN: Ugh. He’s probably just showing off. Like EVERY spot monkey. Alex is moving around Brian in chaotic circles, not staying in one position for more than a few seconds before moving once again. BRIAN MASON: No, Alex has never been the type to… wait. RANDY THE PILOT: What? BRIAN MASON: ...Guys, look at Brian’s leg. JACK WARREN: What are you talking abou-... Jack Warren realises what his partner is talking about. Every time Brian moves to keep Reyn in sight or dodge an attack, there’s a tremor of pain in his damaged leg. A tremor that keeps getting bigger with every evasion… BRIAN MASON: That’s Reyn’s plan. Every time Brian makes a sudden movement like that, it puts an enormous strain on Brian’s already damaged knee. But if Brian stays still, then he becomes a sitting duck. That’s why Alex keeps evading. He doesn’t NEED to attack. As long as Brian keeps moving to avoid him, he’s doing the damage to his own leg FOR Reyn. And without his legs, Brian loses more than half his entire arsenal. Reyn is using Brian’s own fighting style AGAINST him! JACK WARREN: That’s… actually sort of brilliant. Brian’s theory is proven to be correct as sudden twitch of pain causes Brian's knee to buckle, and Alex is on it in seconds. Striking at the knee with a sharp kick before taking Brian down with an enzuigiri. Brian tries to fight of the pain and get to his feet, but a rolling chop block takes him down once again. Seconds later, a violent curbstomp forces Brian's face into the mat. Alex drops his knee onto Brian's spine and grabs him by the chin. Wrenching on him in a single-knee camel clutch. The close proximity to the ropes saves Brian though, as he reaches out and grabs a rope break, Now granted a few seconds of reprieve, Brian tries to get on his feet once again, but Alex is having none of it and leaps of the ropes with a springboard rebound crossbod- MIDAIR CODEBREAKER FROM BRIAN STRYKER!!!! BRIAN MASON: What a counter! The crowd cheers at that sudden counter, even as Brian clutches his knee in pain. Already feeling the damage of that desperation counter. He fights through it though and rolls Alex over. COVER! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Alex is clutching his chest from the impact, but he's still taken the least amount of damage and is able to get to his feet first. As Brian rises, Alex drives his knee into Brian's gut, sweeps him off his feet with the same leg and drives his elbow into the inside of Brian Stryker's knee. Grabbing Brian's leg, Alex places his heel against the back of Brian's knee, grabs Brian's shin, and pulls the leg towards him in a clumsy looking submission. The move still hurts, but Brian is able to fight out thanks to some hard shots from his undamaged leg. Brian rolls away to create some distance, but rather than attacking, Alex merely WATCHES as Brian struggles to get to his feet. Fighting through the pain just to stand. JACK WARREN: Why isn’t he attacking? BRIAN MASON: He doesn’t need to. Why risk being caught in a roll up or submission, when the very act of STANDING, of putting his weight on his knee, is doing more than enough damage to Brian’s leg? JACK WARREN: ...OOOOkay Sun Tzu, since when did YOU get so smart? BRIAN MASON: Probably because I DIDN’T spend the most of my career getting concussions. JACK WARREN: … Alex moves in suddenly, flanking behind Brian to slam a palm strike into the back of his neck, deliver a hard kick t0 the back of his knee, and smash his face into the mat! Once again, Alex is content to wait, to let Brian get up on his own time. to let the simple act of STANDING deal more and more damage to the champion's knee. As Brian stands though, Alex decides it's time to end this. Immediately, he grabs Brian in the inverted facelock, looking for the East Wind Cutter… He lifts- BRIAN COUNTERS! CROSS-ARMBREAKER LOCKED IN!!! BRIAN MASON: He’s fighting back!! The crowd roars at the sudden shift in momentum, urging their champion on. Alex struggles to slide towards the ropes, but Brian has the hold on tight! Fighting to keep his arm from being fully hyperextended, Alex reaches out, and JUST manages to brush the ropes with his foot. The crowd boos at the narrow escape, rooting for a turnaround. As both men get to theirfeet though, Alex is clearly favouring his dominant arm. Both sides have an injury, and now things are a little more even. Trying to keep his advantage, Alex lashes out with a kick, but Brian grabs the leg and pulls Alex of his feet with a textbook wrestling takedown. With Alex now on the mat, Brian tries to grab his arm, but Alex fights back with a brutal series of headbutts. Brian pushes through the pain now to roll them both over and trap Alex in a guillotine choke. Brian knows it won't be enough though. He knows he needs to take advantage of Alex's damaged arm and goes to switch his grip into a Kimura lock. However, doing so forces him to relinquish the choke and gives Alex the opportunity to drive his left fist into Brian's ribs, knocking the air from his lungs! With Brian stunned, Alex rolls them both over and begins raining down savage blows from a mounted position. Brian is having none of it though and retaliates with a vicious forearm! Rolling them over again so that HE'S on top and slamming forearm shots into Alex Reyn's skull. JACK WARREN: Um… Am I seeing things, or has this flipping-fest suddenly turned into something out of a UFC fight? Alex suddenly lunges forward, and CLAMPS HIS TEETH AROUND BRIAN'S THROAT!!! JACK WARREN: WHAT!? Biting down like a savage animal, Alex begins shaking his head violently, worrying the neck of Brian Stryker who is now unable to breathe! A desperate punch SLAMS into Alex Reyn's temple and knocks him off as Brian rolls away. There's a feral, savage look in Alex Reyn's eyes though as he lunges at Brian's throat again, but the courageous champion drops low and brings the insane man off his feet with a double leg takedown. The two violently attack each other, striking with fists and knees and elbows as their momentum carries them out the ring! The impact as they hit the floor causes them to separate and they both roll to their feet. The blood that drips from Alex Reyn's mouth ad Brian's throat shows that while Brian managed to avoid serious injury, he had been seconds away from having his throat ripped out and the knowledge brings a sobering tone to the mood of the match. JACK WARREN: He… he almost killed him. He… just like that… He tried to… WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT PSYCHO!!!? BRIAN MASON: Trust me, we’ve been asking that question since he first arrived. Alex stares at Brian now, an amused look on his face and a quizzical tilt to his head. Like a spider watching a particularly entertaining fly. As quickly as it had appeared, Alex's savagery had been replaced by his usual calm demeanour, and the switch was unsettling. As Alex's predatory gaze shifted to Brian's damaged leg, to the way that Brian struggled to use the apron for support and stay standing, Brian slowly backed away, not liking the look in Alex Reyn's eyes. RANDY THE PILOT: Jesus Christ, that’s creepy... Alex charged, and Brian moved. Adrenaline giving him speed as he avoided the East Wind's attack and caused Alex to crash headfirst into the ring post! The sudden thud echoed in the arena, as Brian tried to limp towards him. The sudden dodge sending agony through his knee! Unfortunately, his struggled pace gave Reyn the time he needed to recover, and the East Wind slammed his boot into Brian Stryker’s knee, causing the young man to double over. Snap DDT on the floor! Grabbing Brian and rolling him ruthlessly into the ring, Alex ascended to the top rope, looking for a Shooting Star… BOOM!! BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE-?! Suddenly a column of fire erupted from all four ring posts as the sound of cold, sadistic laughter echoed throughout the arena! Alex screamed out in agony as he felt the fires searing the flesh of his back. Distracted by the pain, he didn’t see Brian Stryker leaping to his feet, didn’t see Brian fighting through the pain to race up the turnbuckles and grab Alexfor onefinal, desperation move… A STRYKING END!!!! (Top rope Spanish Fly) The ring shook from the impact, and Brian stayed on Alex, covering him. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING!! DING!!! RANDY THE PILOT: He got it! The Champ wins!! BRIAN MASON: Yeah, but what the heck was that about? JACK WARREN: I don’t know and I don’t care! AGAIN Brian scrapes by thanks to someone else interfering! DAMNIT! Brian is crawling away from his opponent as the EMT’s come in, unable to put any weight on his leg as his opponent is still lying there, unmoving on the mat. A few EMT’s go to check on Reyn, approaching him as though he were a rabid bear in a trap. As Brian is helped to the back by the medical staff, title proudly on his shoulder, the last thing he sees is Alex surrounded by medics. WINNER: Brian Stryker via pinfall (15:15) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 18 2016, 12:34 AM Post #6 |
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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,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. The grayscale filter remains as a spotlight trains on the team. The rest of the arena goes dark. She beckons for a microphone, before taking a seat in the middle of the ring. She trains her eyes on the entryway, smirking slightly. Artemis’s seated in the middle of the spotlight. Scarlet hangs over her, keeping her eyes on anywhere that someone may try to sneak up on them. ARTEMIS KAISER: Another week, another tag team. Now, we usually like the surprise of having a team come out here and try to use the element of surprise to beat us. However…that wasn’t the case last week. I must commend Black in Action. For a pair of superheroes, they almost proved themselves. ALMOST. Artemis grits her teeth. ARTEMIS KAISER: Scarlet and I happened to be in quite the devilish mood that night. We took them seriously, but at the same time, we trained something new. Anyways, they’re back in RISE, probably going on and on about how they got their few hits in. They should commend us. We even sent them our new merchandise that will be available in just a little bit. She waves at the camera, mostly to the development team who will probably advertise it at some point. ARTEMIS KAISER: But Scarlet and I are in quite the fun predicament. Tonight, Sine Mora takes on the infamous RIP, Reapers in Pride! The crowd sharply pans at the notion. ARTEMIS KAISER: But who exactly? Is Viktor Volkov and Lance Winters are going to come down here? Wouldn’t that be something? The crowd actually cheers at the thought of Sine Mora taking on the President and the HKW World Champion. ARTEMIS KAISER: Nope! Is it Luke Wisia? The crowd both boos and cheers. Once again, they hate the name drop of the HKW No Limits Champion, but love the idea of the matchup. ARTEMIS KAISER: Not him, either. All of these would have been amazing matches. Scarlet and I would be properly entertained. RIP would have a better chance at winning these championships. Everyone would have went home happy. But NOPE! Artemis’s eyes narrow in a deep down bitterness. ARTEMIS KAISER: Odyn Davel Bitchass the III and Vanilla Ice are the ones who have to come down to this ring to get their asses kicked for tonight. Now, don’t take this as me saying they aren’t a challenge. No, that’s not it. ODB’s a former Lionheart Champion. He’s a great fighter! Chance Frost is, well…uh— Artemis rubs the back of her head. ARTEMIS KAISER: Well, he banged Reese Spencer? Right? You all think she’s hot, right? I dunno. Artemis shrugs, not knowing where else to go with the acknowledgement of Chance Frost. ARTEMIS KAISER: ANYWAYS, those two would be a worthy challenge if tonight was dedicated to being a simple wrestling match for these belts here. If you all have been following the Twitter machine lately, you can see Scarlet and myself almost going nuclear with our rage. ODB and Chance Frost are walking into this match being disrespectful. It’s not like Sine Mora isn’t 2-0 against RIP or anything. Scarlet shakes her head derisively as Artemis continues. ARTEMIS KAISER: See, this is the issue here. Sine Mora is not on this disrespectful stuff. We can be decent enough gals. We can fight the good fight, but when two cretins want to come at us like ODBitchass and Vanilla Ice has? Well, that’s when gets…gruesome. I know you all hate when I call back to what we did to HOP, but well, it’s a prime example. ARTEMIS KAISER: Now, let me talk to you, Lance. You’re the leader of this band of idiots. I remember you wanted Chance out for some time. Is this your way of getting rid of him, sending them to us the way they are? Do you have it out for ODBitchass too? Was it his stupidity? We know he’s foreign and we forgive his accent, but he’s truly a stupid man. She grits her teeth again, latent anger taking over from how annoyed she was by ODB. ARTEMIS KAISER: And that’s not ok. That’s a problem. She pauses, before resting her hand on her chest. She smiles that shark-like grin of hers. ARTEMIS KAISER: But Sine Mora here are professionals, great at what we do. You want them gone? Fine! All you had to do was ask, Lance, buddy. So later tonight, when ODBitchass and Frost come down to fight us? We were going to get rid of them for you. You’ll owe us a favor, though. We hate getting our hands muddled with the dirty work sometimes. Artemis raises the microphone up to Scarlet, who comes into the frame. SCARLET FLINT: But we sureeeeee do enjoy it. After that, Artemis flicks the microphone back towards the stagehands. “Immigrant Song” plays again as the World Tag Team Champions make their way backstage. The feed cuts to somewhere else in the arena. ![]() Backstage in the Neil S. Blaisdell Center, one of Defiance's newest recruits, Raven Apollyon, paces back and forth in front of her silent, masked companion, known only as Big Brother. Her pacing isn't due to nerves or anger. She's not trying to alleviate any negative feelings. Raven is simply restless right now, as she readies herself for her second match in HKW, but her mind isn't entirely focused on that. RAVEN APOLLYON: In my second match under the HKW umbrella, I team up with... well, actually, who I team up with doesn't matter. Let's focus on the fact that I'm going to be teaming with anybody. I'm not exactly what one would call a team player. I don't like people. I don't get along with people. I sure as hell don't depend on people. But here I am, about to have match number two in this giant of a company, and I'm supposed to let my fate rest in the hands of two others. I suppose fate is rather an overstatement. I mean, it's just one match. If I lose, I lose. I just hate the idea of losing because of something a partner did, rather than something I did. I like being in charge of my own successes and failures. But! Raven sharply stops her pacing to turn towards the camera, raising her right index finger up. RAVEN APOLLYON: There is a light at the end of the tunnel, for one of my opponents is none other than... Ashley Chase. Raven looks back at Big Brother and grins. She focuses on the camera once more, pulling herself a few inches closer to it. RAVEN APOLLYON: I want to say Ashley is a rather interesting woman and that she's one of a kind and it'll be a pleasure to go against her. Oh, wait, no I don't, because I'm not an ass kissing pussy. Ashley isn't interesting. She's one of many interchangeable "sweet souls" who is more interested in being liked than being successful. She thinks I'm targeting her, but that's not the case. I'm targeting her personality, the same personality that exists in the majority of this business. She's just one of many, but, unfortunately for her, she's the first one I got to. Last Defiance, I knocked her out cold with my knee. The referee had to stop her match with Nicole because she was unconscious. For the record, I didn't do that to help Nicole. I don't give a fuck who ended up in the Elimination Chamber match. I did it to piss off Ashley, because she could use a little anger in her life. Briefly thinking over her last sentence, Apollyon grins. RAVEN APOLLYON: And it seems to have worked. After her disappointing loss, one of many to come for her in her career, Ashley decided to give a little speech. I'll skip all of the minor details because it's Ashley, so you're all probably falling asleep by now anyway. She challenged me to a match at Divine Supremacy. Actually, let me correct myself, she challenged me to a fight; a street fight, to be specific. It's good to know she's so easily riled up that she'd make a mistake that huge simply because I knocked her out with my knee. Yes, Ashley, that was a mistake. Why? Because I accept your challenge. You probably assumed I'm some loudmouthed newcomer who talks a big game but, when confronted, backs down with her tail between her legs. Well, you were wrong. I mean, I am loud and, in HKW, I am a newcomer, but when confronted, I charge. Of course... Raven sarcastically looks upward in thought. RAVEN APOLLYON: Maybe I'm wrong about you, Ashley. Maybe you're not as big of a suck up as I thought. Maybe you're actually a legitimate threat who can make a name for herself in this company. Maybe you challenged me because you knew I would accept and you genuinely want to fight. She shrugs and looks back at the camera. RAVEN APOLLYON: Or maybe I'm right. I guess we'll find out soon enough. Tonight, whether my teammates pull their own weight or not, you'll get another taste of what I can do before Divine Supremacy. Hopefully you don't get cold feet, because I would really like a fight. See you soon, Ms. Chase. Apollyon turns to her silent friend and motions for him to follow her. They walk off, with Raven briefly looking back to the camera and sending a wink in its direction. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a six person tag match! "Crash" by Fit For Rivals blasts over the sound system seconds before Ashley Sullivan walks out quickly onto the stage. Pointing out to the fans all over the arena, Sullivan moves fast down to the ring. Once she gets down to ringside, instead of climbing inside, Ashley climbs onto the apron and moves up the turnbuckle almost like a spider. She stands there for a moment, getting into the mindset for the match to come, as she keeps her head loud and almost pressed against the pad of the top turnbuckle. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, from Bradley Beach, NJ.... ASHLEY SULLIVAN!!!! With her name being announced, Ashley leaps up to the top turnbuckle and stands with her arms outstretched, either showing off for the fans or daring any random person to come try and beat her. After a few seconds of flashing cameras going off around her, Ashley jumps off of the top rope and spins to come down on her feet facing the middle of the ring. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BOOM! 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!!!!!! BRIAN MASON: Chase and Sullivan’s experience teaming together will likely come into play here. This isn’t their first rodeo together. 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. “WE’RE GONNA PARTY WITH OUR PANTS DOWN!” With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. Nodding her head with the beat as she grins, Jinx starts her merry trek down ringside, placing the weapon-filled garbage can near her corner before sliding under the ropes and hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Giving the crowd a big cheesy thumbs up before stepping off the turnbuckles and warming up for the start of her match. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing… from Shilo, Manitoba, standing five-feet-two-inches tall she is… JENNY “JIIIIIIIINX” HEXTAAAAALLL! Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and waves the fans off. He straightens up his cut and begins to walk down the steps. As fans reach out to try and touch him the man pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. He laughs then hops over the barricade. Slides into the ring and steps into the center of the ring. He looks over to the announcers desk giving them a smug smile he quickly turns away from them setting his eyes on the announcer. He looks at her up and down and spits at her feet. Watching her flinch he chuckles. Lance then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle. As he climbs to the top he takes a seat leaning over resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the arena again and begins to laugh for no reason. His smile soon begins to fade as he is now serious and turns his attentions towards the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: On His Way To The Ring, Standing 6'3" and 205 lbs...........LANCE WINTERS! “Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? Tell me I'm the perfect queen” As the sounds of In This Moment’s “Dirty Pretty” comes over the Public Announce systems, the fans in the arena begin to let out a cloud of boos that fill the arena. The lights in the arena dim for a moment, before they turn to a mixture of pink and white. The camera quickly goes over towards the stage where Reese Spencer has had her way out. As the beautiful vixen stands atop the ramp, she places her hands on her hips. While the fans continue to rain down their disdain, a smirk befalls the beauties face. As Reese begins her descent down the ramp, she lets her arms fall down her sides. Slowly making her way down to the ramp, Reese keeps the smirk firmly planted on her face. With the constant boos continuing from the crowd, she eventually raises both of her arms into the air as she embraces the fans reception. After a few moments, she places her hands back down to her side and continues to walk towards the ring. When Reese finally makes it to the end of the ramp, she stops in her tracks. Looking over to her left and then her right, Reese passes her hands on her sides. Starting from her chest all the way down to her waists, she embraces her curves as the fans continue to boo her. Spencer then walks over to the ring, as she turns her back to it. She looks up towards the entrance way. Spreading her stance out, she then throws her arms up in the air once more. Moments later, she puts them down on the ring apron and hops onto it. While seated on the ring apron, she reaches her right hand up and grabs onto the middle rope. As she pulls herself up, she keeps her torso turned down. Suddenly, she flips her hair up. Then, as it reaches her back the fans continue to boo her. Reese then places her left leg into the ring over the middle rope. Then, she bends back and lets her back touch the rope before bringing her right leg into the ring. Reese walks to the center of the ring. As she looks up at the fans who are booing her, she raises her right hand into the air. With the stream of boos continuing, the sounds of “Dirty Pretty” begins to fade. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing from New York City, New York… she is Reese Spencer!!!!! While the lights turn a dark red, the opening piano chords of Nightwish's "Scaretale" begin playing, soon followed by the singing of a little girl. "Ring-a-ring-a-rosies. A pocket full of posies. Atishoo atishoo. We all fall down." RANDY THE PILOT: Creeeeeeeeeeeepy. JACK WARREN: Ain’t Defiance got enough crazy bitches? Nicole enough for the whole damn roster. And we got what? 1…? 2…? And Sullivan debatable too. The song progressively gets louder until the twenty-eight second mark, when Raven steps onto the stage accompanied by a chorus of "la la la" sung in her theme song. Alongside her is Big Brother, covering his face with a featureless black mask. She creeps her way to the ring, not looking out at any members of the crowd - instead focused solely on the ring. The two make their way down the ramp and eventually reach the ring, which Raven proceeds to slide into. Big Brother doesn't enter the ring, opting instead to watch from outside as Raven stands in the center of the ring. She arches her back, bending backwards and throwing her arms to the side, as a camera gets a close up of her upside-down face while she leans bent. Raven looks into the camera and her head tilts ever so slightly to the side. WHISPER VIPERI: From Glen Lyon, Pennsylvania, weighing one hundred and twenty-one pounds, Raven Apollyon!! Sullivan and Chase are in the corner together talking amongst themselves while casting cautious glances at the trio of the opposing team while Jinx seems like she is about ready to pounce on the other team. After a moment of discussion with the three of them, it is decided that Sullivan will begin the match. Only after Chase and Jinx go out onto the apron does Winters step out from the corner to indicate that he will start the match for his team. SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH Ashley Sullivan, Ashley Chase and Jinx Hextall vs. Lance Winters, Reese Spencer and Raven Apollyan DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Ashley’s issues with R.I.P. go back years to when her and Felicity Banks were World Tag Team Champions together as Descent. And they’re still a thorn in her side. JACK WARREN: Bitch really knows how to hold a grudge don’t she? Meeting in the middle of the ring, Winters reaches for Sullivan but she ducks under his outstretched arms and roll out of the way behind him. Whirling around, Sullivan leaps up and catches him with a spinning heel kick. He gets a hand just in time to take some of the blow but she still gets in the glancing shot. The awkwardness of the kick and the impact not going how she was expecting causes Sullivan to land awkwardly on her upper back and shoulder. RANDY THE PILOT: Ha! See how she fell there? Reaching down to grab her by the leg even while she kicks at him to get loosing his grip. He does haul her up to her feet and grabs her from behind, hurling her backwards with a German suplex. Standing up wearily holding her back, Sullivan is not prepared for Winters grabbing her into a Full Nelson before picking her up and about to drop her down with a suplex. Twisting in mid-air though, she gets her legs wrapped around his head and sends him down to the mat with a hurricanrana. The momentum of it sends him into the corner where he tags in Raven as Sullivan is getting back up to her feet starting to recover from the exchange with the Reaper leader. BRIAN MASON: That’s something of a trademark when it comes to matches with Sullivan. You really can’t prepare yourself for anything she might come out with. A reversal could seriously come out of no where. Raven gets in and Sullivan immediately leaps up into the air to go for a standing dropkick. Raven gets out of the way just in time and is ready for when Ashley gets back up. Pushing her into the ropes, Raven sends her to the opposite side of the ring. Ashley does not come back the way Raven had obviously thought as she flips up into a handstand with her back hitting the ropes to springboard her back, going back onto her feet and leaps back at Raven with a back elbow. Ashley quick moves over to the down Raven and rolls her over to go for the pin. 1…. 2---KICKOUT!!! Pulling her hair in a mess away from her face, Ashley looks down at Raven before she grabs her by the head and rains down a pair of right hands before pulling her up to her feet. Seeing Chase extending a hand out from where she is in the corner, Sullivan remembers how much her partner wants to get her hands on Raven. Holding her as Sullivan reaches out to tag in Chase who gets in the ring and eagerly goes to hitting right hand after right hand on Raven. BRIAN MASON: Remember how much Chase wants to get her hands on Raven? Especially after being costed a spot in the Chamber, she’s pretty pissed off now. JACK WARREN: I’d be pretty pissed too but such a scenario would’ve never happened. I still would’ve won that and gone on to secure my spot in there. Chase pushes Raven into a neutral corner before she moves back into the center. Pointing at her angrily, Chase runs into the corner and raises her knee to land against the jaw of Raven. Enjoying the feeling of hurting the woman that cost her a spot in the Chamber, Chase sends the woman into the opposite corner and comes running at her again looking to raise another knee to the face. Raven gets a leg up just before Chase starts to jump, boot connecting directly to the face. Instead of going down fully, Chase is only staggered by the surprise kick, holding her face as she falls to a knee. Grabbing Chase by the head, Raven pulls her into the corner as she climbs up to the middle turnbuckle herself. Jumping off and spinning her body into the middle of the ring with a tornado DDT. Flipping Chase over onto her back, Raven pins her down for the cover. 1…… 2…. Sullivan comes out of nowhere with a dropkick to Raven’s head and breaks up the pin!!! BRIAN MASON: Sullivan with the save for her NKP tag partner! The referee admonishes Ashley to get back out onto the apron in her corner, leaving him distracted and not paying attention to notice that Raven pulling at Chase’s hair and grinding her face into the mat. It is only after a few moments of angrily rubbing Chase’s head into the mat that the referee is able to get Raven off of her. Seething angrily, Raven shoves Chase into the corner and starts to kick her several times in the midsection to leave her falling back into the corner. Reese’s hand comes out of nowhere and hits Raven on the shoulder to tag herself in. Looking none too pleased about having to stop beating on Chase, Raven takes her time in getting out onto the apron. RANDY THE PILOT: I have a feeling this is gonna get really ugly if Jinx gets in there with her. BRIAN MASON: She DID say that she wanted to staple money to Reese. RANDY THE PILOT: I mean I’m all in favor of throwing money at women, but stapling it to them is a bit extreme but to each their own. Some people are into that Saw type stuff. With Reese in the ring with Chase, Jinx jumps up and down from where she is on the apron as she wants nothing more than to get her hands on the woman that just entered into the action of the match. Reese only smirks in the direction of the blonde while she twists and turns the arm of Chase with an arm wringer. Chase reaches out to tag in the fresh partner but she is just out of reach and Reese knows it, keeping just enough distance between her and the corner of the opposing team. Chase take advantage of Reese’s inexperience and being distracted as she ducks under her arm and rolls through. Twisting and grabbing Reese’s arm in return, Chase takes her over with an arm drag and uses the brief break in time to leap out and tag Jinx by the hand. Jinx springboards over the top rope with a leap and wastes no time in immediately going after Reese. Pushing her up into a neutral corner, she raises a hand high overhead and brings it down onto Reese’s chest with a chop followed by another before whipping her into the opposite corner. As soon as she hits the corner, she slumps down to sit against the turnbuckles holding her chest while Jinx stands in the middle of the ring as if she is measuring her. As Jinx runs directly at the downed Reese, she flips her body forward to ram her body as if she were a human cannonball right into her. Grabbing her by the arm, Jinx drags her out of the corner before making the cover for the pin. JACK WARREN: And if you needed anymore proof that this bitch is nuts, just look at that. Who the fuck uses their own body as a weapon?! 1…. 2… 3---NOOO! The referee looks up a split second before counting the three to see that Reese has gotten a foot propped up on the bottom rope. Angry about being cheated out of what could have been the pinfall for the victory, Jinx stumbles back unaware of where she is… or how close she is to the opposing team’s corner. Reaching out, Winters grabs Jinx by the hair and pulls her down to the mat at his and Raven’s feet with a yank, mocking her for the foolishness of not knowing where she was. BRIAN MASON: The veteran in Lance Winters taking advantage of the situation. JACK WARREN: Oh shit! Look out! Too busy chastising Jinx, Winters never saw Sullivan coming as she bounded across the ring in a split second and was already jumping up by the time he turned to her. Jumping up, Ashley brought both feet squarely into his midsection, knocking him off of the apron and hitting his head against the mat on the way down. Meanwhile, Raven has already gotten into the ring herself when she saw that Chase was doing the same. The two run directly at each other and exchange blows, grabbing a hold of one another and fall to the ground, both trying to pummel the other but neither really gaining an advantage over the other. Grabbing and pulling, the pair roll out of the ring down to the ringside floor. RANDY THE PILOT: So long… JACK WARREN: Who the fuck are you talking to? RANDY THE PILOT: Control in this match. On the other side of the ring, Sullivan has gone out onto the apron, with her back to Winters. Looking behind her to see where he is, she jumps off of the second rope and uses it to springboard back with a moonsaulte to land squarely on his shoulders and chest as she lands on her feet behind him, holding up her arms and savoring the moment. BRIAN MASON: The former Bloodlust Champion in full form her now, folks! Meanwhile, both Chase and Raven have gotten up and are still going at it blow for blow, the fight between them leading up the entranceway and into the backstage area. Inside the ring, Jinx has gotten up to her feet as Reese is working on getting up herself while in a kneeling position. Seeing how her opponent is at the opponent, Jinx runs at her full speed and turns body at the last moment to hit the Hexfall squarely in her face to send her flat on her back. Taking advantage of the timing with everyone else busy fighting, Jinx hooks the leg for the cover. RANDY THE PILOT: Did she just…? JACK WARREN: Yes… she just put THAT ass in THAT face! 1….. 2…… 3!!! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners…. Ashley Sullivan, Ashley Chase and Jinx Hextall!!! The announcement of the end of the match and the winning team does not mean that Sullivan and Winters have to call it quits as they go back and forth at the ringside area by the commentators’ table. In the meantime, Jinx has rolled out of the ring herself and walks by the time keeper’s area to retrieve a small black bag. Climbing back into the ring, she pulls out what is inside and seen to be a pair of scissors! JACK WARREN: Alright, what in the fuck is with people breaking out scissors in matches that Sullivan’s involved in? I sense a conspiracy! BRIAN MASON: You’ve got to believe that Jinx has less than good intentions here for Reese. She looks wickedly in the direction of Reese, walking over to her and pulling her up into a sitting position. During this at the commentators’ table, Winter slams Sullivan’s face into the table before looking into the ring and sees what is happening. Leaving Ashley leaning against the table, Winters forgets all about her and reaches into the ring to grab Reese by the leg. He pulls her out of the ring just in time to keep Jinx from starting to cut her hair as she was obviously planning. With Ashley shaking off the blow of her head against the table, she rolls into the ring to make sure Reese and Winters continue walking up the entrance way rather than try to come back at them for another fight. WINNERS: Ashley Sullivan, Ashley Chase and Jinx Hextall via pinfall (10:23) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 18 2016, 12:44 AM Post #7 |
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![]() Once again, cameras find Jaxon Queen backstage, this time without his friends. The young Erie native seems to be typing away on his phone before he finally looks up...and smiles. Finishing out what he has to type, Jaxon slips his phone into his pocket before he walks forward. The shot then eventually captures Jinzai, who is seen texting as well...until Queen slaps him on the shoulder, grabbing his attention. JAXON QUEEN: Just the person I wanted to see. How’s it going, Jin? Jinzai beams as he looks over at Queen, giving him possibly the brightest smile that he’s ever seen from him. JINZAI: Just came back from my honeymoon, man. Thanks again for being part of the wedding, it meant a lot to me. Jin paused, something Jaxon said finally catching up to him. JINZAI: Wait, you said you were looking for me? What about, yo? JAXON QUEEN: Well, first off, no need to thank me for being part of your wedding. That's what friends do. But yeah, I did have something to ask you. Queen reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. Unfolding it, Jaxon reveals the Divine Supremacy poster. JAXON QUEEN: You know, since I became team captain of Defiance, I've been trying to build up a team that can take it to the blue brand. And after what happened earlier tonight, I realized that I need someone like you on Team Defiance, Jinzai. So, this is my offer to you. Would you like to join Team Defiance? Jinzai lets out a sigh. JINZAI: Queeny, you know that under any other circumstances I’d jump right in there and go to war with you for the brand. But right now… right now, I’ve got my mind and sights on something else. I’m close, so soooo close to getting either Luke in the ring one on one if I bug the crap out of everyone, or getting a second chance at Shark and being able to parlay that into a title shot if… no no, WHEN I beat him. If I can swing one of those matches, just one, then I can get the other not too long after. I honestly don’t know how long it’ll be before I get a chance at either one again if I pass this up, and I don’t wanna try to find out. Giving Jaxon a bit of a frown, Jinzai shakes his head in the negative. JINZAI: Sorry man… I’ve gotta chase my opportunity while I can. Jaxon nods. JAXON QUEEN: Don't worry about- Queen stops as Luke Wisia walks into the scene with a shit eating grin on his face as he looks at the confused faces of Jaxon and Jinzai staring at him. Wisia looks right at them for a moment with raised eyebrows as he lifts the No Limits Championship onto his shoulder a little higher. LUKE WISIA: Why ya’ll look so surprised to see me? I come bearin’ good news for everyone at this little circle jerk, fellas, so listen up. Wisia laughs, but the other pair don’t, as Luke shrugs it off and waves hand to dismiss that he insulted them before telling him the big news that he had in store for them. LUKE WISIA: I was doin’ some thinkin’ and I realized that Team Defiance was lookin’ a little slim for the pickin’. Let’s be honest, Jaxon ain’t got that many friends, and the ones he does have? Well, you don’t want them hoas representin’ this brand at Divine Supremacy. I’M JUST BEIN’ HONEST, FOLKS! I was lookin’ at my schedule and I decided that I ain’t got nothin’ better to do, so the good news is…. Jinzai mouth drops when he hears that Luke has nothing better to do, looking at the No Limits Championship on his shoulder and looks like he’s about to speak up, but Luke cuts him off before he can. LUKE WISIA: CONSIDER ME IN! YOU GOT THE NO LIMITS CHAMPION ON YOUR TEAM NOW! LUKE WISIA WILL HELP YOU IN THIS BATMAN VERSUS SUPERMAN MATCHUP! Jinzai looks like he’s about to say something again, but Luke holds up a hand to the man. LUKE WISIA: I know what you’re gonna say, Jinzai. Save it. You’re gonna tell me that I should be defendin’ my championship at Divine Supremacy against you or James Shark, but that ain’t gonna happen. First of all, I promised Shark a match, not you. I told Shark he could have a shot whenever I got around to it, and Divine Supremacy ain’t the time for it. You? Well, I ain’t eatin’ tiger ass. So I guess you’ll get your shot whenever I feel like it too, but that ain’t gonna be at Divine Supremacy either. Truth is, neither of you deserve it, and I ain’t gonna be the one out here handin’ out shots at my title to unwilling competitors. You think a little twitter beef gets you into a match with me? You tried to make me lose this title at the last Defiance and I’m gonna remember that. That’s why Shark has a shot, but you ain’t. Luke’s pleased face turns back to a grin at Jinzai. He cocks his head to the side some and gives Jinzai a pouty face. LUKE WISIA: I can get along with Jaxon and the tag team champs long enough to help them get the job done against the blue brand. I can’t get along with you long enough for you to get a title shot. Sorry. I defended my title once since I won it at Illusions, and I’m spent right now. I ain’t bringin’ down the level of my championship just cause everyone and their mom wants a shot at it. Guess what? I wanted a shot at it for the longest time too, AND I HAD TO WAIT! I had to show Fel why I deserved it and make them put me in the match to get my chance. Ya’ll ain’t waited even half as long as I did to get my chance. After all the shit that Brian Mason talked, he deserved his shot. He been here for how many years and never got a title shot? This time Jaxon speaks up to Luke while he wasn’t ready for it, doing his best to stop Jinzai from talking the entire time. JAXON QUEEN: He’s a fucking commentator, Luke. Wisia looks taken back as he slowly turns his head towards the Defiance Team Captain, then chews on that some. LUKE WISIA: I know his job status, Jaxon. Who is to say that the guy can’t get a title shot after all his hard work for this company? I’m the No Limits Champion, I decide who is worthy enough and who ain’t. Jinzai and Shark? AIN’T! But I already know you ain’t gonna turn down the opportunity to have the No Limits Champ on your team. The Sterling Slayer. The Felicity Flatliner. The War Games Guru. Nope. And even if you did, I’d run right to Romeo Price and get myself into this match anyway. He knows that Team Defiance needs me. You know that Team Defiance needs me. I know Team Defiance needs me. And considerin’ I ain’t got nothin’ better to do? Luke slaps Jaxon on the arm and laughs again. LUKE WISIA: SAY NO MORE! Count me in. See ya’ll soon, new best friend. Wisia goes to walk away before turns back real quick towards Jinzai. LUKE WISIA: Don’t look so sad, Jinzai. There might be room for you after Destiny, if you’re lucky. Keep workin’ hard and you might just get your lucky break one day like I did. He smirks to himself and laughs under his breath as he walks away from both Jaxon and Jinzai. Jinzai stares after Luke for a moment, his eyes narrowing and fists clenching at his sides as he realizes what’s just happened. He’s quiet for a few seconds, before turning to look over at Jaxon. JINZAI: Hey, Queeny… how many spots on the team are still left? Just for reference I mean… A huge grin appears on Jaxon’s face as he slaps his friend on the arm. JAXON QUEEN: Enough for a certain Super Saiyan to join. Welcome to the team, buddy. Queen and Jinzai fist bump before a grinning Jaxon walks off, rubbing his hands together as he now has only one spot left. But who's going to fill it? ![]() As the program resumed from advertisements we at Hard Knox Wrestling caught up with the World Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder- Felicity Banks. Felicity didn’t have her briefcase with her, and was dressed down in a pair of short jean shorts along with her new Supreme t-shirt. Her face looked a little pale, still obviously not comfortable discussing the personal situation between she and her brother. Once Felicity reached the studio she twisted the doorknob - entering the premises. Inside, Felicity laid her eyes on the the red haired wonder of Wild Circuit Media... LARA WARNER: Oh hey, bout ye! The second founder of Wild Circuit Media yelled in the direction of The Supreme. Lara was a different animal from Zelda altogether - quite possibly because of the fact that she hailed from the badlands of Belfast, Northern Ireland. Nevertheless she would be taking on the tasking of interviewing the HKW Triple Crown Champion. Pressing The Supreme about the hardest situation she's dealt with in her career thus far. LARA WARNER: It’s about time ye swung ‘round these parts it's been roastin’ in here, lady knees. I'm roastin’ in me chair! Waitin’ in the heat is the work of the Devil’s minions. Fetch yer seat. I don't do coffee but we can get to swallin’ a few pints after if yer into that. Laura said pointing towards the big wooden rocking chair positioned directly in front of her own wooden chair. Felicity blinked hard as she laid her eyes on the rocking chair, shocked to see how ‘old school’ or ‘vintage’ it appeared. FELICITY BANKS: Rocking chair… with no cushion on it. I’m gonna assume that Brandon was in charge of the budget on these interviews, right? I mean… She reached her arm right arm down (omg it works!) and rocked the chair back and forth. FELICITY BANKS: … this little set up isn’t bad, but you couldn’t get some more… modernized rocking chairs? Felicity continued, taking in a deep breath before she took her seat. It was clear that her stage setup differed greatly from Zelda. She preferred face to face contact. Much more interpersonal. LARA WARNER: I know ye were perhaps lookin’ to be with Zelda, aye? Lara asked the most accomplished wrestler in the history of Hard Knox Wrestling. FELICITY BANKS: I actually had no idea who to expect. I was just told to be here for an interview and here I am. Feel like I’ve been getting interviewed a lot lately. More than usual… Felicity said as she leaned back in her chair. FELICITY BANKS: Luckily I could literally talk and talk and talk and talk and talk so we’re good to go! LARA WARNER: I'm hopin’ we can get to the bottom of this banjaxed bond between yerself and yer brodder, Brandon. If yer don’t know what I’m sayin’ Felicity can answer herself. Have things been the same at home between ye and Brandon ever since the day he did what he did? Lara asked the Triple Crown Champion. FELICITY BANKS: I mean… he doesn’t live at my house and I don’t live at his house, but there hasn’t been any contact outside of what you see on Twitter or on TV. The only time we were at the same place was Memorial Day at my mom’s house. Didn’t talk to him there, but he didn’t stay long either, so… I don’t know. Felicity replied with a shrug. FELICITY BANKS: I guess things haven’t been the same. Like, I used to go to his house and steal his groceries if I needed stuff -- don’t do that anymore. He used to come to my house just to come there -- doesn’t do that anymore. The triple crown winner paused, realizing that things may have changed more than she had initially thought. FELICITY BANKS: So when I think about… yah. Things are different. Real different actually. The sudden realization got Felicity to lower her gaze, her eyes focusing down on the floor and avoiding eye contact. FELICITY BANKS: But, I think that’s looking too far into it. It’s only been, what? Two months? That’s not a long time really. Especially not in this world. She replied, the denial clear in her voice. LARA WARNER: Aha…. Lara said, fairly unconvinced herself. Unbeknownst to The Supreme - Lara has plans to delve much deeper into the relationship. LARA WARNER: Yer brodder says he hadn’t ever got a damned thank ye in all of the years he's cared for Gambino, Ronnie, you, and the like. He's been sayin’ that’s the reason all of this is goin’ down. She said. LARA WARNER: But a wee bit of the HK Double-ya fans and wrestlin’ fans in general think a bit of jealousy is a playmaker in this blood feud. Jealousy is the thing settin’ up yer contract versus career match at Divine Supremacy. Where do ye think this new resentment from yer brodder is comin’ from? Lara questioned the Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder. Lara began to rock her own chair back and forth - creating a slightly loud creak sound. Leading people to believe the hairs might actually be faulty. LARA WARNER: People want to know what YOU’RE thinkin’, Felicity Anne. What is yer take on this change in attitude Brandon is showin’? Why is he doin’ this NOW of all times? Felicity forced out a smirk as she looked up at Lara. FELICITY BANKS: Well if I knew that, then I don’t think we’d be in the position that we’re in now. I really don’t know why Brandon’s suddenly angry with me. Could it be lack of thank you’s? She said in a sarcastic tone. FELICITY BANKS: It’s possible. Very possible. Brandon’s always been the kind of guy who needs people to need him. He needs to feel like there’s others out there that depend on him, and for twenty years of my life I depended on him and only him. For twenty plus years he was the person that I ran to for money. The person that I lived with. The person who I literally went to everything for. Nooooow, I can’t remember an exact time and date, but I’m pretty sure in those twenty years I’ve said thank you to him more than a few times. She paused for a moment, only to spin her hair around her finger. FELICITY BANKS: That’s really random too when you think about it, but it’s definitely something Brandon’s crazy freaking mind would come up with to cover his true reasoning. Soooo, we move onto jealousy. Jealousy… She repeated for emphasis. FELICITY BANKS: Seriously, what does he have to be jealous of? I might be the better wrestler out of the both of us, but he’s the one who showed me the ropes. He’s the one that got me into this business! Every single time I’ve won a title, he’s the first one calling or texting me with exclamation points and big grin emojis. Shit, he even did that after me and Aria won the WCS Tag Titles and we were already ‘at war’ then! The worldwide star reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out her iPhone. She went right into her text messages, scrolled to the name labeled “Brandon”, and held out her arm out with phone in hand.as FELICITY BANKS: Focus in on that. “!!!!!!!!!!!! AYEEEEEEEEE MOTHERFUCKAAAAAAAAH THAT’S 11 :D”Getting the text right on camera, a gasp could be heard coming from off screen, more than likely coming from Lara FELICITY BANKS: Pretty sure that should kill the whole jealousy thing, but then that leaves us with… what? What the hell is my brothers problem with me? What the hell have I done for Brandon to willingly risk his own career in order to get me out of HKW? She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. FELICITY BANKS: Who the hell knows. Nothing’s for sure when it comes to my brother, but what I know for a fact is that it’s too late to turn around now. It’s too late for apologies or finding the root of the problem because the match at Divine Supremacy is already made. Brandon Banks vs. Felicity Banks in the dream match that people thought would never come… She continued, taking in a deep breath just to exhale it out. FELICITY BANKS: … and I’m going to free my brother… my hero.. from his disease. LARA WARNER: What disease? Why do ye choose this word? Lara asked curiously. FELICITY BANKS: Because, Lara. It is a disease. Everyone who knows Brandon knows that he gets addicted to things very, very easily. Anything that makes him feel good - he craves. Whether it’s drugs, people, things -- doesn’t matter. Brandon has an addictive personality, and for ten years he’s been addicted to wrestling. She said with a sigh. FELICITY BANKS: I honestly don’t even think he wants to be a part of this business anymore. You can tell he doesn’t by the stuff that he says! He just feels like he needs to be and that’s totally different. This all ties into that Brandon needing people to depend on him thing because he truly believes that Hard Knox Wrestlings needs him… but it doesn’t. She paused for a second. FELICITY BANKS: And even if it did? That’s really not important right now. The only things that matter are me giving Bandon his life back, and me booting him from HKW so no one has to deal with his bipolar bullshit ever again. Lara paused for a moment. LARA WARNER: And what if he manages to beat you? Which is a real possibility. What will you do if yer out of HK Double-ya? Lara questioned. Looking The Supreme dead in the eyes to show that she was 100% serious about the controversial question she had just asked. LARA WARNER: Sure, you've accomplished many feats outside HK Double-ya but HK-Double-ya is yer home, aye? What if ye have to part with the place you've called yer home for years now? The place your star grew? Felicity didn’t reply immediately like she did with the questions before. Instead, she kept quiet and actually put some thought into that possibility for the first time since the match was announced. Her stare was cold - emotionless even, and her words were kept short. FELICITY BANKS: That’s not going to happen. She said bluntly, immediately standing up to walk out of the room. LARA WARNER: Last thing. So if yer able to put the boots to your brodder, and he's out of the business what then? Do things go back to normal in Banksville or will things never be as they were? Felicity stopped in place, simply glaring over at Lara before she shrugged her shoulders and stepped toward the door. LARA WARNER: Well... nevermind! That’s all for this round, lads and lassies, but stay put because Felicity and Brandon will have a double sit down with Zelda next! Felicity pulled open the door and slammed it shut as the cameras transitioned to ringside. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Shelton Monroe, already in the ring, is seen pacing around, waiting for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, representing the Reapers In Pride, he is SHELTON MONROE!!! "Glory" by Lil Wayne begins playing causing a stir of cheers as Lo'Renzo Porter steps out onto the stage dressed in ty-die knee length trunks and custom made blue and grey DC wrestling kicks. He taps his chest a few times before smiling, raising his left hand to his face. He begins making his way down the ramp, pausing to sign a few autographs before continuing his way to the ring, slapping hands as he does. He steps inside the ring where he spins in a circle before coming to a knee in the center of the ring. He crosses his chest before looking up and looking out at the crowd to his right. He jumps up to his feet, jumping up and down getting the crowd hype before he crosses his chest and points up to the rafters once more. He runs up a turnbuckle before faking the back flip he normally does, instead he points out to the crowd before saluting them, taking his bandanna from around his dreads and throwing it into the crowd. Setting up in his corner he closes his eyes for a few seconds before letting out a deep breathe, waiting for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, representing Flava Gang, he is FLIPP PORTER!!! "Earthquake" by Labrinth blared throughout the arena as the lights go off and Zack Jones steps through the curtain, dressed in a silver glow in the dark hoodie. He bobs his head before the beat kicks in and Jones turns around, revealing his name in gold on the back. The lights then slowly come back on as Zack looks back at the audience, a big smile on his face. Jones then quickly races down to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible. He then slides into the ring before quickly getting to his feet and racing towards a corner. Jones then hops on the turnbuckles and removes his hoodie before dropping it to the outside of the ring. He then points at different members of the audience before dropping down and leaning up against his corner, a big smile on his face. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, he is one half of Team DLC...ZACK JONES!!! The three men are all checked over by the ref before he calls for the bell, starting the match! TRIPLE THREAT MATCH Flipp Porter vs Shelton Monroe vs Zack Jones DING! DING! DING! Shelton is the first to make a move as he quickly charges towards Zack, who ducks and grabs the ropes, sending Shelton over and to the outside! Monroe quickly gets to his feet, but is met with a baseball slide from Flipp, sending him back to the ground. Once Flipp gets to the ground, Zack attempts to take him down with a leg lariat, but he dodges it! Flipp then tries to catch Zack with a jumping knee, but Jones moves around it, avoiding the attack! Jones then goes for a sweep of the legs, but Porter jumps, avoiding his leg. He then attempts a kick to Zack’s head, but the SSWA World champion dodges it at the last second and manages to pull Flipp into a rollup pin! BRIAN MASON: A nice back and forth between the two men to start things off, but Zack might have him here! ONE! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: What a pathetic rollup! I could’ve at least gotten a two count out of that! RANDY THE PILOT: That was some quick movement by both these dudes. Both got good stamina too, so we know they can go. Both men quickly roll to their feet after the kickout, but Zack is slightly faster as he catches Flipp with the leg lariat he was attempting earlier! Porter hits the mat just as Monroe climbs back on the apron, only for Jones to knock him off with a dropkick! Zack then races to the ropes opposite of where Shelton is, bounces off of them, then sails through the ropes in front of him before taking Shelton out with a suicide dive to a huge pop! Jones then hops back on the apron afterwards before springboarding back in and catching a recovering Porter with a hurricanrana, pulling him into a pin afterwards! BRIAN MASON: What a move by Zack Jones! He’s on fire right now! JACK WARREN: Fire?! Where?! Is this Subversion?! Alexa around here?! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Not good enough, but you can tell Zack is wearing both these two out right now. The former PDW wrestler gets to his feet and grabs the former 4CW wrestler before he tosses him out of the ring. Zack begins clapping his hands, trying to fire up the audience, before he runs towards the opposite ropes. However, once he bounces off of them, he is quickly met with a big boot from Shelton Monroe, dropping him to the mat! Zack, stunned, slowly gets to his feet afterwards before turning and getting floored with a lariat, flipping in the air before he drops to the mat! Shelton then goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Good lord, what a lariat! JACK WARREN: This Shelton Monroe kid has talent! Nowhere close to the talent I got, but he’s got some! ONE! TWO! FLIPP BREAKS IT UP! RANDY THE PILOT: Flipp just saved the match right there, bruh. Flipp grabs Shelton afterwards, but is met with a nasty right hook that sends him stumbling back before he falls through the ropes and out of the ring! Shelton then turns his attention back to Zack, grabbing the SSWA World champion before lifting him up in the air and planting him hard on the mat with a powerbomb! He then goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Shelton Monroe is not playing around right now! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Zack manages to throw a shoulder up at the last second, getting some frustration out of Shelton. He gets to his feet and motions for Zack to do the same. Once Jones is up to both feet and turns towards Monroe, the larger wrestler attempts a lariat, only for the cruiserweight to dodge it and somehow spin Monroe into a DDT! Zack gets to his feet afterwards, only to get dropped with a flying clothesline, courtesy of Flipp! Flipp then goes for the cover on Shelton! JACK WARREN: Smart move there by Porter! Almost like something THE MAN would do! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Flipp gets to his feet and sees Zack slowly getting to his before he grabs his arm and proceeds to pull him down to the mat with an armbar! Zack screams in pain and flails around as he tries to find a way out of the move, eventually getting a foot on the bottom rope, forcing the ref to come in and force Flipp to break the hold, which he does before the ref starts counting. Porter then gets to his feet and sees Shelton slowly getting to his feet on the outside, so he proceeds to hit a plancha, dropping the big man again! RANDY THE PILOT: That was pretty fucking impressive. Porter does not waste any time after that, entering the ring again and seeing Jones slowly getting to his feet. The Flava Gang member sneaks up behind the Team DLC member and quickly hops on his shoulders before flipping backwards, driving Zack’s head into the mat with a reverse frankensteiner! Zack clutches his neck in pain as Flipp goes for the cover again! BRIAN MASON: Good God, what a move! Flipp might have actually hurt Zack’s neck there! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: How the fuck does this tool with bed hair keep kicking out?! Flipp, not finished there, quickly grabs Zack and pulls him up before placing his head between his legs. Porter then proceeds to flip forward, taking Zack with him before driving his head into the mat with a flip piledriver! Jones writhes around the mat in pain while Porter goes for the cover, believing this to be it as he counts along with the ref! RANDY THE PILOT: RIP HIS NECK, BRUH! BRIAN MASON: That right there was Perpellas! Zack Jones might legit be done for! ONE! TWO! THREE-KICKOUT!!! Jones kicks out, getting a good reaction from the Hawaii audience that wants to see more. The former 4CW wrestler gets to his feet and sees the RIP member getting to his feet before he starts climbing the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. Once at the top, Flipp dives off onto Shelton, who catches him with ease before he proceeds to powerslam him outside the ring, on the ground outside! JACK WARREN: Holy fuck, that hurt my back! Shelton smirks after taking Flipp out before he enters the ring. Once he gets to his feet...he is met with a superkick that stuns him, thanks to a now slightly recovered Zack Jones! RANDY THE PILOT: Superkick! Shelton don’t know where the fuck he at right now! Jones then calls for the end before racing to the ropes behind him, bouncing off of them, and grabbing Monroe’s head before spinning and dropping him with a spinning sitout shoulder jawbreaker! Shelton seems to be out cold as Zack goes for the cover, the audience cheering loudly and counting along with the ref! BRIAN MASON: Tilt-A-Whirl connects! JACK WARREN: What a horrible name. RANDY THE PILOT: But it may just be enough to do the job! ONE! Flipp gets up slowly outside. TWO! Porter tries to slide in and break up the count... ...but he’s too late! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....ZAAAAAAAACK JONES!!! Zack releases Shelton’s leg and gets to his feet, feeling hyped up after the win as the audience roars in approval! He gets his hand raised in victory as Flipp slides back out of the ring, looking disappointed that he came up short tonight. Jones then exits the ring and offers his hand to Flipp, who nods and shakes it before the two break their handshake, allowing Flipp to walk to the back while Zack celebrates with the fans. BRIAN MASON: Zack Jones’ first match on Defiance as an HKW contracted talent is a success! JACK WARREN: Fuck Zack Jones and his stupid hair. RANDY THE PILOT: ZJ did the damn job tonight, but Flipp looked impressive as hell too. Came close quite a few times. Want a rematch between just them two now, bruh. WINNER: Zack Jones (10:23) Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Jul 18 2016, 01:13 AM.
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The camera fades in ever so slow. In the opening shot, we see Scarlet Flint. She’s on what appears to be a tiled kitchen floor. The camera lingers on her for a couple of moments. Off in the distance, there’s mild “barking” sound. Scarlet lifts her head a bit a stares into the camera lens—her eyes are cold, unwavering. A few moments, a smaller sized black and white furred dog walks into the shot. He look up at Scarlet, and then lays his head across her lap. She gently caresses the fur on the top of his head. SCARLET FLINT: This lil’ guy right here is Brago. Adorable, aint he? Brago closes his eyes and settles in. The shot lingers on Brago a bit; as it does, we really how small his is. He’s about two feet in length. Scarlet continues to smooth out his fur. SCARLET FLINT: He’s a Shiba Inu mix, in case you were wondering. Her eyes dart down at him. SCARLET FLINT: Yall are probably wondering why he’s so tiny. Well, it’s because Brago here was the runt of his liter. Artemis’ dad breeds dogs on the side; Brago came from one of his litters. She lightly scratched him behind the right ear. SCARLET FLINT: Because he was the runt and shit, Brago was born thin and undersized. When it was feeding time, Brago would always get the last remnants of his mom’s milk; his bros and sis’ shoved him out of the way to horde milk for themselves. Therefore, Brago became a bit malnourished. Papa and Mama Kaiser tried to bottle feed him, but he didn’t go for that shit. She pauses. SCARLET FLINT: Needless to say, Brago was born at a disadvantage. He let out a mild mannered growl at the word “disadvantage.” SCARLET FLINT: And, no one wants a disadvantaged pup right? So, my baby had to sit back and watch as all his kin were snatched, adopted, and given to new, loving homes. He was passed over, ignored—rejected. The two sat in silence for a few moments. SCARLET FLINT: Truth be told, Brago shouldn’t be here. Papa Kaiser told me that he soulda’ died...but, he didn’t. She returns her eyes to the camera’s lens. SCARLET FLINT: He’s alive, because he’s a survivor—he’s a fucking fighter. She continues to scratch him behind the ear. He quickly get up to lick her face once, then returns to his position. SCARLET FLINT: The first time I met Brago, he and I had an instant connection; I knew he and I were made for each other. Papa Kaiser was cool with it, Figg was cool with it...so I made him mine and brought him home. Scarlet eyes stay focused on the camera. SCARLET FLINT: For those of yall who aint heard my backstory, I’m give you the quick Cliff Note version. From what I’ve been told, my Pops was a shiftless drunkard; he didn’t care about anything more than getting a shot of liquor. Mama wasn’t much different; she could drink a swimming pool. Mom was also a fucking addict—weed and Heroin, if I recall correctly. Here’s the kicker—she did all of that heinous shit while I was laid up in her stomach. Ha, some real parents of the year candidates, huh? She’s silent for a couple of seconds. SCARLET FLINT: I was born with a lot of health conditions; my mom’s addiction fucked me over real bad. That’s why I’m this size, that’s why I’m this weight. In regards to me and my sis, you could say I was the runt of the litter. Needless to say, my fcuktard parents couldn’t raise me, so I was put into the system. But, like I said before, who wants a runt? And, who wants a baby who came from such a shitty environment? She shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: So, just like Brago, I was passed over, ignored—rejected. She nods. SCARLET FLINT: The doctors told me that I shoulda’ died within my first couple of months of life. They say it’s a fucking miracle that I’m breathing at all, much wrecking people’s shit in a wrestling ring. I shoulda’ been buried six feet under… The camera zooms in a bit on Scarlet’s face. SCARLET FLINT: But, like my boy here, I live. I’m sittin’ here before yall today because I’m a survivor—I’m a fucking fighter. Scarlet stops speaking for a moment. For a bit, all we can hear is the natural sounds of the room—the gentle hum of the fridge and other appliances. After a while, she starts back up. SCARLET FLINT: The difference between me, Artemis, Brago, is that not everyone can be a fighter. Some people would say that Sine Mora shouldn’t be where we are. A lot of whiny bitches complain about our standing, our spot in this company. But, Sine Mora is where we are, because we worked our asses off to get here. The rest of you motherfuckers sat on your hands and wished for an opportunity; me and Artemis went out and took one. She pauses for a second. SCARLET FLINT: This week, Sine Mora takes on a two people who shouldn’t be here. And hell, they don’t have an excuse like us...cause they aint really fighters. Naw naw naw, OBD and Chance Frost are more akin to roaches , if anything. They pop up on Twitter and pop shots, but are quick to fade away were you turn the lights on and confront em’. She grunts. SCARLET FLINT: It’s cool though; killing a roach is easy. All ya’ have to do is step on it’s fucking heads again...and again...and again...and again . Once again, she shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: Aye yo’, let the record show that these two dumbs asses have had two separate chances to defeat Sine Mora. In fact, they were in that TLC match for the belts...and they failed , utterly. There’s a slight pause. SCARLET FLINT: Defiance is in severe need to tag team competition, and that’s the main reason why you two are in this match. And once we dispose of you R.I.P. Junior Varsity asses, then maybe this God forsaken place will find us somebody credible to fight—but I aint holding my breath. The camera slowly fades out as Scarlet continues to play with the dog. ![]() JAXON QUEEN: It’s game time. Jaxon Queen, dressed in his ring gear and seemingly looking ready to go against Fran, gets up from where he was sitting and begins to make his way to the entrance area. The one time World Tag Team champion claps his hands repeatedly and lets out a deep breath before he looks up and stops in his tracks. A small smile forming on his face, Jaxon speaks to whoever just made him stop. JAXON QUEEN: Can I help you...Shark? The camera pans over to show James Shark, who seems to be very annoyed. His irritation seems to grow much more after Jaxon’s question. Shark stands there staring right into Jaxon’s soul, his hard stare accompanied by the frown on his face. JAMES SHARK: Can you help me? Nigga do I look like I need help? Shark asks, a bit of anger in his voice. He crosses his arms as Jaxon just looks confused, not knowing what the hell this guy’s problem is. JAMES SHARK: You can help Defiance is what you can do. You know, the brand we on? I don’t know about you, but I actually care about how this brand looks. Me and you, we represent the name. If Defiance looks bad, we both look bad. You see where I’m goin’ with this? Again, Jaxon seems to look confused. Seemingly caught off by Shark’s random attitude. Shark sighs. JAMES SHARK: This whole Team Defiance selection is a fucking joke alright? And I ain’t laughing one bit bruh, not even a lowkey giggle. I want to know right now why the hell Ling Ling with short hair aka Jinzai and slithering snake Luke are on Team Defiance. Did you shit out your brain while taking a dump earlier today or something? Now the gears start turning and working in Jaxon’s head, getting him to respond. JAXON QUEEN: Alright, well, let me explain. With Jinzai, I was simply offering my friend a chance at redemption after what happened at War Games. He wasn't even going to accept until Luke did what he did. Whether you like him or not, Shark, Jinzai can go in that ring. You've seen it first-hand. So picking him up for Team Defiance was a smart thing to do, especially since he's a lot more trustworthy than most of the people on the roster. As for Luke? Queen shakes his head. JAXON QUEEN: That one was not my decision, trust me. Luke went to Romeo, behind my back, and got him to somehow add him into this team. So that one wasn't even my pick, unfortunately, but I'll make it work. Anything else you want to ask me? Shark’s eyes grow wide for a split second. He almost does a foot stomp until he stops his foot in mid-air. He runs a hand over his bald head and shakes his head in disbelief, looking away from Jaxon before meeting his eyes again. JAMES SHARK: Nah, but is there anything you want to ask ME? Shit. I’m better than both them niggas. Beat their motherfucking ass at the same time while bending my chick over is what I could do. They both know it too and so do you. So if they on the team… then I should be too! He finishes that sentence by pounding his own chest. The anger in his voice seemingly replaced by jealously. Jaxon thinks about Shark’s demand for a second, rubbing his chin as he does so. After coming to a decision, he finally gives Shark his answer. JAXON QUEEN: Hmm, maybe you're right. Maybe you are better than both of them. And maybe I should at least give you the opportunity to prove that in the same match as them, especially since it seems like Luke snuck his way out of a title defense. So you know what? Let's make the offer official and everything. Queen clears his throat. JAXON QUEEN: James Shark, I am offering you the last spot on Team Defiance. The Killer of Fuckboys extends his hand out to the multiple time World champion. JAXON QUEEN: You ready to prove that Defiance is the superior brand? The frown on Shark’s face vanishes, a smirk appears and turns into a grin that grows from ear to ear. He looks down at Jaxon’s hand and accepts it. Gripping his hand firmly and giving it a shake. JAMES SHARK: Been ready. Knew you’d save the best for last. He takes a step back and rubs his hands together with excitement. Nodding his head at Jaxon as he walks backwards before he disappears off camera. Jaxon grins as he watches the final member of Team Defiance leave. JAXON QUEEN: Looks like my team’s all set. Ready or not, here we come, Subversion. Queen then lets out a chuckle before he continues his way to the ring, ready for his match with Fran. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a rematch from the 2015 Crowned Royalty finals and is scheduled for one fall!! Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first.... From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is JAXON QUUUUUUUUUUUEEN!!!! After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits the Crowned Royalty Champion. Desperado... Sitting in a old Monte Carlo... A man whose heart is hollow... "Desperado” by Rihanna blared through the Hawaii venue! 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: And Jaxon's opponent....... Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her. WHISPER VIPERI: From Bloomfield New, Jersey...Standing at five feet six inches tall.....The 2015 Crowned Royalty Champion and the Mistress of the Twerkscrew Moonsault....The Leader of Goats...THE FLEEXICAN! FRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!! 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! Shortly after Fran's six Goats were walked down the ramp by stagehands as Fran made her way down to the ring. Once she slid inside the crowed stirred for the rematch of the ages! One they've been looking forward to for a half of a year! The Pink Slip Weaver versus The Fleexican! RANDY THE PILOT: This is gonna be good y'all! BRIAN MASON: PLEASE. Please. Pleaaaaaaaaaase Jaxon!!!!! Suplex Fran out of HKW!! She stole the Crowned Royalty tournament win from you last year on New Year's Eve. Get your win back Jax!!! Put her down!! JACK WARREN: Shut up already, Mase. I can tell people walked all over your dumb ass in high school. The referee checked both Jaxon Queen and The Fleexican (ESPECIALLY The Fleexican) for any weapons they might've had. Once he had finished he pointed towards the stagehands and called for the bell! 2015 CROWNED ROYALTY REMATCH Jaxon Queen vs. Francesca DING! DING! DING! Jaxon rushed towards Fran! BRIAN MASON: Oh man! Look at Jaxon already going for the lock up! Before Fran knew it Queen was already pushing her against the ropes! Fully overpowering The Fleexican. The referee called for a clean break. Jaxon Queen let go of the Collar and Elbow tie up! He then snatched Fran up and turned her out with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex! Jaxon went for the cover hooking a leg! BRIAN MASON: Great Belly-To-Belly Suplex by the former Tag Team Champion! The referee fell into position raising his hand up high, the crowd got ready to chant the count as well wanting their wrestler Jaxon Queen to pick up a MAJOR singles win over The Fleexican here tonight! ONE! TWO! NO! Fran got the shoulder up! JACK WARREN: Didn't think that's enough to finish off Fran. People are too gullible. Queen turned Fran over and then wrapped his arms around her waist from a standing position. He then deadlifted Fran off the canvas looking for a German Suplex! He nailed it before bridging in a way that he held Fran in position for another pin! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! RANDY THE PILOT: Jaxon's got some insanely good executions on them suplexes. He's a great technician but Fran's not easy to put away bruh. She wouldn't be accomplished if she was. After a brief moment Queen grabbed Fran - tossing her outside of the ring over the second rope! The Fleexican hit the outside floor HARD. The referee began the count. ONE! TWO! Jax edited the ring! He positioned Fran for a Snap Suplex right to the floor outside! Which could have done considerable damage to her back! The audience cheered this on heavily! Fully supporting Queen! THREE! FOUR! Fran started to get back to her feet. FIVE SIX! But fell back down to her stomach! SEVEN! The audience cheered because Jax was going to get his win! He would be validated after being robbed last year! EIGHT! Fran was up grabbing at the apron! NINE! The referee looked ready to call for the bell... TE-FRAN slid back into the ring! Receiving a multitude of boos from the audience. They did not want The Fleexican staying in this match at all. Jaxon got Fran back to a vertical base! He took her down with a Lariat! The Fleexican got right back up after! And was taken down by a second Lariat from Queen! Fran got up a THIRD time!.. BRIAN MASON: YES! LARIAT! LARIAT! LARIAT!!! The former member of Future Shock then popped Fran up in the air looking for POWERBOMB!!! But Fran reversed it! Jabbing her thumb right into the eye of Queen! BRIAN MASON: Ouch bruh that even hurt my eye! I don't think the ref saw it either. Jaxon had no other option but to drop Fran back to her feet. He held the eye the Leader of the Goats digged her fingernail into. It was surely painful. Fran then ran the ropes - bouncing her back off! She came back into range of Jaxon....Dropping Jaxon to the canvas with a Head Scissors Takedown! She covered one of Jaxon's legs! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Jaxon kicked out. Fran got back to her feet. BRIAN MASON: NO! The audience booed right along with Brian Mason's gripe! They did NOT want to see Fran mount up any offense in this match here tonight. JACK WARREN: Get it done, Fran! Fran leaped up - dropping her body down on the chest of Jaxon as if she were a bag of bricks with a Standing Shooting Star Press! Showing that acrobatic athleticism she had been known for! She draped her body over Jaxon to get the lateral press pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT BY QUEEN! BRIAN MASON: Good show of toughness by The Human Pink Slip! RANDY THE PILOT: Fran wants to show that she deserved her crown. But Jaxon wants to show he should've won it! For a few brief moments Fran caught her breath as Jaxon turned on his stomach. Possibly looking to get back to his feet! His effort was thwarted when Fran rolled on his back in order to set up her Headscissors Lock (Carmella's code of silence)! RANDY THE PILOT: Jaxon is well versed in technical wrestling, perhaps one of the best at that style in the ENTIRE company regardless of brands. But because of Fran's shenanigans people definitely overlook the fact that she can pull out some unique submissions of her own when she wants to! Fran pulled on the tip of her foot. Her toes as hard as she could to apply more pressure to the Headscissors Lock in order to cut off the oxygen flow of the former World Tag Team Champion - Jaxon Queen! JACK WARREN: Yeah you have to be flexible for this new move Fran's doing. I don't think I've ever seen that done in HKW! It's solid. Is Jax going to give up? BRIAN MASON: You've never seen that move before because it's weird! Just like Fran! BREAK OUT JAXON!!! Fran cranked her toes back once more to provide more pressure. Jax held his hand out as if he was ready to tap. The crowd chanted his name. He then reached up high and grabbed at Fran's foot. Trying to pry it away from her hand. It looked to be to far away to do that! BRIAN MASON: Jaxon's trying to find some way out of this new maneuver by Fran! He's looking desperate for air here! Queen indeed was turning purple at the face! He held his hand out once more. People didn't want him to give up! They didn't want him to tap! RANDY THE PILOT: I think he has no choice y'all....There's no way to counter this move. Jaxon then tried the old fashioned way of trying to get up! Trying to use body weight to his advantage. Having applied the hold so long Fran eventually let go! But Jaxon grabbed her legs! BRIAN MASON: YES! Lock it in Jax! Fran tried to stop him in a panic but Queen locked in the Boston Crab!!! Fran screeched out in pain! The Six Goats on the side of the ring were left to Baaaaaaaahaaaaa. Feeling sorry for their owner! Fran looked as if she had been ready to tap! The audience cheered louder than ever! Suddenly those cheers dropped. Replaced by boos that were just as loud as the ones The Fleexican received on a weekly basis in arenas all over the world. JACK WARREN: Well damn, look who it is. BRIAN MASON: KOL?!!?!! REALLY?! KOL IS HERE? ON DEFIANCE? TONIGHT? RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh I guess they couldn't wait until Defiance 50 to show up on the red brand. It's getting real. Jaxon let go of the Boston Crab. He watched Kol stand on the ring apron. Queen had a confused look in his face. Fran got to her feet as well. She looked over at Kol. JACK WARREN: We know about the bond Future Shock used to have. But....These two have a lot of history as well: Fran and Kol. Shit. Fran walked over to Kol looking him dead in the eye. The referee couldn't see it, neither could the fans, only the people at home who could read lips noticed. But Fran was quietly mouthing off 'do it now...' 'Just do it...' Kol reared back and laid in a punch right to the forehead of The Fleexican! Apparently....such a punch caused Fran to backflip twice before landing on her stomach. Sprawled out on the canvas. BRIAN MASON: Was that a real?... RANDY THE PILOT: I don't know, bruh. I think it was legit. JACK WARREN: No way. The referee looked at Fran. And then Kol, who had a smirk on his face. Then to Jaxon Queen who sensed something was SERIOUSLY wrong. He tried to explain it to the official but...The referee called for the disqualification on JAXON QUEEN! Fran has picked up the win! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....FRANNNN-CES-CAAA!!!! Jaxon got right into Kol's face at the apron! He began to argue with his former best friend. His former brother.... That is until....FRAN CAUGHT JAX WITH A LOW BLOW from behind! Queen fell down to the canvas on his side. Kol got into the ring. The referee CLEARLY seemed confused. He asked Kol and Fran what was going on. He got his reply when KOL cracked him over the head with the Global Championship Golden Opportunity Briefcase! BRIAN MASON: WHAT?!?! Mason asked over the air. BRIAN MASON: WHAT?!!!???? Fran and KOL working together? This year is REALLY the Devil's year. Professor Snape gone. Prince gone. Muhammad Ali gone and NOW Kol and Fran are in business together?! Call Sam and Dean. Paranormal investigators! Kol picked Jaxon up to his feet. He then turned him into Reverse DDT position - bringing him down further. Kol them nailed the KOL CUTTER (rolling cutter/cross rhodes)!!! Jaxon was laid out flat as the audience continued to rain down boos. JACK WARREN: Kol Cutter! That's it. Jax is dead. Fran looked over at Kol with a smirk on her face. She tapped her own forehead before cackling aloud as if to show that the plan was successful. Fran then reached out to Kol as the two gave each other a fist bump. The audience booed them both heavily. JACK WARREN: Yup. It was a set up. Smart one at that. BRIAN MASON: I'm going to be sick! I feel for Jaxon. One of these days he's going to snap! RANDY THE PILOT: That goes to show Defiance 50 is a REAL event that can bring you unprecedented matchups and things of THIS nature. Unexpected alliances...Business decisions. It's the most anticipated Defiance in history! "Desperado" by Rihanna resumed blaring through the venue as Fran climbed up to one of the top turnbuckles yelling out "THAT WORLD STRAP IS FINNA BE MINE" - while Kol stared coldly down to his former best friend Jaxon. Once again screwed... WINNER: Francesca via Disqualification (10:48) Edited by Zero McHannon, Jul 18 2016, 02:53 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 18 2016, 02:21 AM Post #9 |
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![]() The camera fades backstage where Eli Zayn is seen walking towards a locker room door that was said to be the locker room of “The Blazin’ One” Flame. Eli looked back to the cameraman unsure if he actually wanted to do this or not. ELI ZAYN: This is the place right? The cameraman looks away from his lens and nods to Eli. ELI ZAYN: Ugh..Why did I agree to this? Why couldn’t Lola done this? Why me???? Eli sighs and steps closer to the door. He knocks on the door. No answer. Another knock...Still nothing. ELI ZAYN: Are you sure this is the right one? CAMERAMAN: Yeah, I’m sure of-- The door cracks open slowly. As the door opens there was nothing that could be seen inside the locker room except for pure blackness. Eli takes a gulp of his own saliva and leans forward not wanting to step into the locker room. ELI ZAYN: Hel...Hello? Anybody there? No answer. ELI ZAYN: It’s your friendly neighborhood-- ???: --Defiance Interviewer! Eli jumps and let’s out a streak. He turns to see manager Ho Lee Fock standing there in an all black suit. HO LEE FOCK: That..That was what you were going to say, correct? ELI ZAYN: Ye..Yeah. Sorry, um...Who are you? And what are you doing here? HO LEE FOCK: Me? Oh well just your “friendly neighborhood” advocate, Mr. Zayn. ELI ZAYN: Advocate? Advocate for who if you don’t mind me asking? Fock flashes a devious smirk. HO LEE FOCK: Just the man who you find yourself searching for Mr. Zayn. Fock looks into the blackness that surrounds the locker room. HO LEE FOCK: Do you see that Mr. Zayn? The darkness? Do you see how it surrounds and conquers everything that it touches? Some say it’s a curse. Other’s would tell you that it’s something that you should try and avoid. There’s no good in it. But..But my client on the other hand, Mr. Zayn. He..He would tell you that it is a gift. That you should allow for it to consume you. That it can unlock everything that you have ever desired in life. And who doesn’t want everything that they’ve ever desired, Mr. Zayn? He says with a smile on his face. He pats Zayn on his back and shrugs. HO LEE FOCK: From my experience though, Mr Zayn...There’s always a risk when dealing with the darkness. It can give and it can taketh away. The question you have to ask yourself is...What are you willing to sacrifice? What are you willing to give up? Fock looks over to Zayn who was staring into the blackness. He smiles. HO LEE FOCK: You feel it don’t you, Mr. Zayn? You feel it pulling you in. Consuming you. Don’t be ashamed Mr. Zayn, it’s perfectly normal. ELI ZAYN: I...I… Eli shakes his head as if he was snapping out of a trance. ELI ZAYN: Look I came here for an interview is-- Eli stops talking as a small flame flicker within the blackness of the locker room as if it were from a lighter. He looked over to the small flicker and with what light it produced it shown the face of the very man he was searching for, Flame. Flame lit a blunt that was already in his mouth as he long sandy blonde hair flowed over his face. He whipped his hair back and flipped the lighter’s hood over the flame before placing it back in his pants pocket. With just the rose of the blunt being the source of light in the room Zayn watched as it got closer to him. A small stream of a cloud of smoke blew from out of the darkness in the face Eli who coughed a little. FLAME: I see it in you...I see it in all that I have came across...The yearning..The yearning for the gifts that the darkness may bring. Some more than others...But I see it in you.. Flame steps into the light and took another hit from the blunt as he looked down at Zayn with his ocean blue eyes. FLAME: Well..You found me, Eli. ELI ZAYN: Well like I was telling this gu-- Eli looks over to see that Ho Lee Fock was no longer there as if he disappeared in thin air. ELI ZAYN: Hold on..Where the? Where did he go? FLAME: Where did who go? Flame said as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. ELI ZAYN: There was this old Japanese guy standing right here. Where did he go? Flame shrugged as he leaned up on the door. Eli shook his head trying not seem like he just lost his mind. ELI ZAYN: Forget it. Look, what I’m here for is-- FLAME: To know why? Why am I back? Why now? Why Reyn? Eli looks to be a bit annoyed that he couldn’t get the question out before. ELI ZAYN: Yes. Flame smirks as he continues to smoke. FLAME: There always comes a test in life...A test that comes that people must pass or fail to determine their fates. Some demand it...Others try to avoid it. But for those who demand it...Those who are searching for that...Answer...Are they truly ready for it? Can they handle it? He sighs as he exhales the smoke. FLAME: Who is to say? But no matter what...They will be tested. No matter if they are ready for it or not. No matter if they demand it or not. They will be tested...The darkness...The darkness will have its answer. Fates will be sealed. ELI ZAYN: What..What does that even all mean? Is this Reyn’s test? Does the “darkness” or whatever want something from him? Do you? Flame chuckles as he takes a hit from the blunt. He exhales it and begins to turn away to head back into the room. FLAME: Let’s just say...Be careful what you ask for… Flame turns away and walks back into the darkness. Eli stands there confused. He shakes his head and begins to walk in wanting more answers but as he walks in he is met with a wall. ELI ZAYN: Ow! What the hell was that? He reaches over and flips the light switch revealing that it was a broom closet. ELI ZAYN: What the hell is this? Eli looks back at cameraman confused. ELI ZAYN: What the hell just happened? CAMERAMAN: I don’t know I just seen you starting to talk to yourself and your eyes bro...Your eyes were all black like. I don’t know bro. Eli looked down to the ground confused with what just happened. He scratched his head and looked back up to the camera. ELI ZAYN: Cut the camera off. Cut it off! ![]() The scene fades back into the arena as Whisper was seen in the ring ready to announce the next match. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is an World Tag Team Championship match! Cheap pop Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The camera then pans towards the crowd as Chance Frost & ODB3 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: At a combined weight of 400 lbs, THE REAPERS IN PRIDE! 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 pray to Lord Almighty that these pricks down become the World Tag Team Champions tonight. JACK WARREN: Oh how cute, cause I’m praying for the exact opposite! RANDY THE PILOT: Mase when you gonna stop beefing with RIP? BRIAN MASON: When they get the hell out of HKW! Ruining the company each and every day they even exist in HKW. The beginning chords of “Gravedigger” start to play. The stage and the start of the entrance ramp begin to fill up with smoke. "You are the reason we are bitter and then some" echoes through the arena. Artemis is the first to emerge from the smoke. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. Next is Scarlet; her face is hidden by the hood of her ring jacket, along with a gas mask. Methodically, the two make their way down the entrance ramp. At they reach base of the ramp, Artemis removes her hood and lets out a roar out of fury and war. WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, the World Tag Team Champions….they are SINE MORA! Simultaneously, both wrestlers slide into the ring. Scarlet takes a seat on the mat (leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles). Artemis walks around, taunting and pandering to the crowd. After a while, Artemis makes her way over to the corner. Scarlet stands up, removes the gas mask, and lowers her hood. The two exchange nods and smirks as they remove their hoodies and jackets. RANDY THE PILOT: This should be a good one guys. Two good tough teams going at it for the World Tag Team Championships. JACK WARREN: There’s only one good team that has The Man’s stamp of approval. BRIAN MASON: And that’s Sine Mora, right? JACK WARREN: Haha, wrong again Mase. Dumb dumb. WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH RIP (Chance Frost & Odyn Davel Balou III) vs. Sine Mora DING! DING! DING! Once the match began Chance elected to kick things off for the hellhounds as he watched Artemis and Scarlet talk amongst one another on who will be first to go. Chance calls out to them telling them to hurry up which results in both women giving him a cold stare. Flint then says she’ll take Chance on first. After Artemis exits the ring, Chance and Scarlet circle the ring before linking up in the center of the ring. Scarlet was quick to drive a knee into Chance’s midsection not wasting any time testing her strength with the bigger Chance Frost. Chance backs up holding his midsection and then was it with a Running Elbow Smash to take him down. The moment he falls to the mat, Flint was right there mounted on top of him punching him repeatedly until the ref pulled her off of him. She respectively abided by his rules and waited of Chance to get back up. He slowly got up to a knee but was brought back down with a Facewash with Scarlet’s boot. Again, Scarlet mounted herself back on top of him and punched him repeatedly before bringing him back up to his feet. She irish whipped him into the ropes and sprinted towards him with a Kitchen Sink followed up with a strike to the spine that dropped Chance to a knee. Scarlet then hits a DDT and goes for the first pin. ONE T-KICKOUT! The fans cheered for Scarlet as she got back up to her feet. She circled around the ring keeping an close eye on Chance. Chance began to get back up to his knee and there Flint was rushing back towards him ready to hit him with another face wash but no! Frost grabbed her boot and pulled her in for a Fisherman Buster out of nowhere! Frost slowly got back up to his feet after shutting up the fans. He rubs his jaw and wipes his nose checking to see if Flint drew any blood. Nothing, but he was still pissed off enough to go on a rampage of stomps down on her. After stomping her enough to satisfy him he picked her up and hit several punches with his Boxing Combinations backing her up into a corner turnbuckle. After backing her up into the corner turnbuckle Chance hit a European Uppercut that caused Flint to fall to the ground. Frost then shoved his boot in her face until the ref got to the four count. JACK WARREN: C’mon ref let them fight! BRIAN MASON: You understand this is a wrestling match and not some other sport, right? JACK WARREN: AND YOU DO KNOW I AM THE MAN RIGHT?! SO SHUT YOUR STUPID LITTLE PESKY MOUTH, PUSSY MASE RODGERS?! Frost looks back at the ref and shakes his head as he gives Flint some space for a moment. He then walks over and tags in Odyn who eagerly gets into the ring with him. The two head back over to Scarlet who was starting to get back up to her feet thanks to the ropes assistance. They bring her up the rest of way and hit a Double Snap Suplex. After hitting the double team maneuver, the ref orders Chance out of the ring. He does so leaving Odyn in the ring. Odyn points and laughs at Scarlet as if he didn’t take her serious at all. He then grabbed her by her hair and back handed her a few times before tossing her back down on the mat. Odyn then placed his boot on the back of Scarlet’s head and laughed as he acted as if he was trying to balance himself on top of her head. The fans booed at this act and Artemis didn’t look to be too pleased about it either as she started to get out of the ring until the ref stopped her.Odyn spread open his arms daring her to do something. He stepped over Scarlet antagonizing her some more. Next thing you know, Flint goes for the School Boy! ONE TWO KICKOUT!!! Odyn quickly stands up to her feet stunned by Flint going for the roll up pin. Scarlet on her knee looks up to him and whips her hair back as she stands up to her feet. She waves him over and the two circle in the center of the ring. Odyn throws a jab but Flint was quick to dodge and counter it with a stiff kick to the body. Once Odyn doubled over, Scarlet began to hit rapid palm strikes before bringing ODB down with a DDT. Scarlet then slowly got back up to her feet and went to tag in Artemis. The crowd popped as Artemis got into the ring and ran over hitting Odyn with a Dropkick as he was starting to get back up to his feet. She then propped down and held onto neck from the front. She goes for a Gator Roll followed up with some vicious knees to the head. RANDY THE PILOT: Ouch, I know those have to hurt. BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t doubt that. Good thing she got there in time and not let the former Lionheart Champion get any sort of energy back. JACK WARREN: Meh. Whatever I don’t see these bitches holding these title for much longer anyways. Artemis gets spins around and pulls back on Odyn’s head in a Camel Clutch like fashion. The ref asks if he wants to quit but Odyn refuses to do so. Artemis has no choice but to let go as she wasn’t trying to waste to much energy trying to get Odyn to tap out. She got up to her feet and backed up into a corner. She waited for Odyn to get back up to his feet. Before should get even try to run over to attempt whatever move she was looking to hit, Frost out of nowhere pulls the back of her hair and drives her head into an elbow to the back of the head. The fans boo as the ref orders Chance to get back to his corner. With this attempt, it gave Odyn enough time to get back up to his feet. He looked over to see Artemis down on her knees holding the back of her head. He made his way over to her and hit her with a big boot dropping he down on the ground. Odyn looked over as he heard Scarlet calling out to Chance from across the ring daring him to try that stunt again. Not wanting to hear her mouth, Odyn sprint over to her and hit a Hopping Roundhouse Kick that sends her flying off of the ring apron. Frost laughs as he gives his tag partner a round of applause. The fans of course booed as they watched Odyn now begin to size Artemis up. JACK WARREN: THANK GOD FOR ODB! Shut that bitch up! Now if he can only take Artemis’ head off The Man will be very thankful in life. BRIAN MASON: Oh you aren't already. Shocker. JACK WARREN: Don’t be a smartass, Mase. No one likes a smartass. Artemis slowly gets back up to her feet and Odyn sprints over and hits the Running Yakuza Kick! He goes for the pin! ONE TWO THHHHRRR---KICKOUT!!!! RANDY THE PILOT: Darn. So close to having new World Tag Team Champs. BRIAN MASON: Thank God. My heart just about sank there. JACK WARREN: UGGGGGHHHH!!!!! C’MON ODB YOU HAD THAT?! This fucking ref sucks! Bet he was trained by ol lard ass over here. RANDY THE PILOT: Excuse me? JACK WARREN: You’re excused. The Man has spoken. Odyn shakes his head in disbelief as he got back up to his feet. From outside the ring, Scarlet was seen starting to get back up to her feet and looking to embark on her revenge on ODB. Seeing this Chance wasn’t going to take any chances. He hopped off the apron and began to run around the ring over to her. Once he got over to her it was too late for Scarlet to try and react as Chance hit a leg lariat sending them both over the barricade and onto the fans! Back in the ring now, Odyn was seen sizing Artemis up for the NO PROBLEM KNOCKOUT. As Artemis was starting to get back up to her feet Odyn was getting even more ready to take her down. RANDY THE PILOT: Hold up..Who is? Is that? BRIAN MASON: INFERNO!!!!!! The fans popped as they seen Inferno step out onto the stage with a flute in hand. Odyn spun around and seen Inferno standing there. Inferno waved to ODB before he raised the flute up to his lips and began to play it. On the knoxotron a Dragonzord appeared and had the former Lionheart Champion in awe of it. JACK WARREN: GODDAMN YOU BIG GOOF DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THAT?! GET HER?! GET HER?! It was too late as Odyn turned around and was hit with The First Crusade! Odyn fell flat onto the mat as Artemis went for the pin. ONE TWO THREEEEEE!!! The crowd popped as Sine Mora’s theme hit the the PA System. The referee handed Artemis her title back and handed Scarlet hers after she entered the ring along with her tag team partner. The two began to celebrate the win. JACK WARREN: This is bullshit. They didn’t have no chance beating RIP. You guys seen it! You seen it. BRIAN MASON: What the?! Out of nowhere with the champs’ back turned, the two were brought back down hard. The fans erupted in boos as the standing over the World Tag Team Champions were none other than the Global Tag Team Champions BIG MOMMA BRYANT & Felix Vialpando, Project Continuum! The two stood there looking down at the Defiance tag champs in disgust. BRIAN MASON: What the hell are they doing here?! Huh?! Who do they think they are?! RANDY THE PILOT: Well this being Divine Supremacy season you never really know what to expect. JACK WARREN: Who cares, gives these guys a fucking medal! Felix looks down at the the World Tag Team Championships and kicks them outside of the ring causing the fans boo even more. The two Global Tag Champs then hold up their championships belts with smug smiles on their faces. The fans slowly began to boo shortly after. WINNERS & STILL HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SINE MORA VIA PIN FALL (15:39) Edited by Riskodamous, Jul 18 2016, 02:48 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Jul 18 2016, 02:23 AM Post #10 |
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![]() For the third and final time both Felicity and Brandon Banks, the pairing that would face off at Divine Supremacy in perhaps the match with the highest stakes. Contact vs. Career. In this instance Zelda found herself sitting in-between both Brandon and Felicity who somehow managed to enter the same studio without tearing one another’s head off. All three had comfortable black leather armchairs. Nevertheless - here they were. Eyeing one another down intensely adding suspense to this situation that people knew could boil over at any time. A fight could occur at ANY moment. ZELDA RUNE: Hello, you two. You guys really don't know how many people have been looking forward to this. You've both been interviewed individually. Made some good points. But now we’re here. BRANDON BANKS: Word. FELICITY BANKS: Yah. The SSWA Rising Star Champion - Zelda Rune - knew things could explode so she wanted to try her best to keep the peace. ZELDA RUNE: Let’s try to keep it casual here. Because we’re in this studio again for a special event…. She held her finger up in the direction of the camera. ZELDA RUNE: Brandon and Felicity will BOTH be given an open forum to confront each other about their blood feud...As people like to call it. Zelda turned towards BB and then towards The Supreme. ZELDA RUNE: Each of you will have an open floor to speak honestly. Say what's ever on your minds. In a SAFE environment. So if we can begin. Please step to the podiums. The White Knight explained to the siblings as she pointed towards two podiums that faced each other on the stage. The people invited to the studio let out an “ooooooh.” Brandon and Felicity both made their way to their respective podiums. Now face to face. Golden Opportunity Briefcase Holder and World Crown Tag Team Champion. Each podium had a microphone attached to it ready to go. ZELDA RUNE: We’ll start with you, Felicity. Tell big brother anything that's on your mind. Open forum. Anything allowed even though this is live television! Brandon was seen cackling in the background. BRANDON BANKS: Of course we’ll start with her. Of fuckin’ course, bruh. Let’s go on ahead and listen to my little sister try and make herself seem like the good guy in this situation. Let’s listen to more of the PC bullshit that been comin’ out her mouth for the last year and some change. Go on ahead, Fel. Floors yours. Felicity glanced over at Zelda with a look that said “seriously?” and waved off her brother's words. She went to stand up, but Brandon immediately popped out of his chair and began yelling. BRANDON BANKS: Nah, fuck that! We startin’ with me. I’m tired of listen to you talkin’ bout why I did what I did. Tired of hearin’ jealousy as a possible reason when you know that YOU are jealous of ME, Fel. Felicity narrowed a brow. FELICITY BANKS: I’m jealous of you? Explain to me how I could possibly be jealous of you, Brandon. I’ll wait. BRANDON BANKS: You damn right you gonna wait! You ain’t got a choice but to wait since I got the floor now! He pointed down at the ground. BRANDON BANKS: These dumbass bitches like Zelda over here can’t see it, but you’ve always been jealous of me, Fel. All your life you been feelin’ like you been in my shadow and that’s why you out here each and every show tryna prove your dominance. It’s why you out here travelin’ from company to company and winnin’ they titles. You know damn well that my career wasn’t built off of winnin’ gold so you figure if you got me beat me in that department, people will definitely think you’re better than me. He shook his head from side to side. BRANDON BANKS: But that’s not how it work, Fel. You might be more decorated than I am, but you sure as fuck ain’t leavin’ the mark that I did. You sure as fuck ain’t pullin’ hos like I did. You sure as fuck ain’t makin’ the BANK that I did by just bein’ me. I ALWAYS stayed me, Fel! Always! You? Look at you right now. Sittin’ there with that stupid smile on yo face thinkin’ that everyone buys this good girl act of yours. He said with disgust BRANDON BANKS: This ain’t you. This never been you. I know who the fuck my sister is and she a cut-throat bitch that’s just like me. My sister don’t give a damn about her co-workers. My sister don’t give a fuck about these fans who she calls peasants. She only give a damn about herself and the people near and dear to her heart. I’m one of those people, and I know that, Fel. We both know that. He paused, never taking his eyes off of his sister as she sat there and listened to every word closely. BRANDON BANKS: You wanna know what else I know? I know that a part of you actually believes that you’d be doin’ me a favor by gettin’ me out this business, but that’s bullshit, Fel. I mighta been in wrestling for ten years already, but I ain’t even reach my prime yet. I’m twenty fucking eight years old with a mouth that move a mile a minute and a superkick that could knock out any-fuckin-body! ANYONE, FEL! IF I WANTED TO, I COULD COME BACK RIGHT NOW AND I GUARANTEE YOU I’D BE MAIN EVENTING A PAY PER VIEW BEFORE THIS YEAR ENDS!’ EVERYWHERE I’VE BEEN, I WAS THE STAR, FEL. THAT’S SOME SHIT THAT YOU CAN’T TEACH! He leaned down, pressing his hands against his knees as he looked Felicity right in the eyes. BRANDON BANKS: And you know that, Fel. Deep down, you know that while I’m around… you’ll always be the number two Banks. You good at what you do, but you know that I’m better. It eats away at you to know that there might be a day where I decide to return fulltime and all your buzz? He smirked. BRANDON BANKS: I’d kill it. That’s the real reason you want my career on the line, Fel. A small part of you might think you’re doing me and the rest of the world a favor, but the main reason? As usual… He reached out his hand and jabbed his index finger against Felicity’s forehead. BRANDON BANKS: … it’s all about you. You could tell that Brandon’s words annoyed Felicity just by the look on her face. She kept eye contact and watched as Brandon walked back towards his chair and took a seat. FELICITY BANKS: This is stupid. Felicity blurted out. FELICITY BANKS: There’s literally no point for us to have these interviews anymore. No point for us to talk on the subject at all actually. I don’t think you’re jealous of me, Brandon, and I’m definitely not jealous of you. Honestly? I feel sorry for you right now because I see what’s happening. You know, don’t you? BRANDON BANKS: Know what, Fel? Felicity took a second to suck in a deep breath and let it out. FELICITY BANKS: That your career is done. The words got Brandon to sharply turn his head to the right and face his sister. FELICITY BANKS: Listen to me before you get mad. I’m not talking about me taking you out right now. I mean in general. You keep telling the world how you can come back and takeover, but you haven’t done a thing to prove that. The Brandon Banks I know doesn’t bark as loud as you’ve been without actually doing something to backup his claims… and you’re doing nothing, Brandon. Not a damn thing! Felicity stood up out of her chair, her eyes squinted as she glanced at her scowling brother. FELICITY BANKS: Whenever you get the chance, you passionately tell the world how you could still be the it name in wrestling, but do you even want that? I don’t think so. If you did, you would’ve definitely signed somewhere by now or at least put feelers out, but you haven’t. Instead, you’re just talking… and talking… and talking! She said, taking a moment to gather herself so she didn’t end up going on a rant. FELICITY BANKS: I don’t care about being better than you, Brandon. I really don’t. What I care about is making sure you’re around in my life and not in jail or in the dirt over some garbage that deals with wrestling. What I care about is getting my brother back, and not have this power crazed maniac around all the time. What I care about is you, and giving you the peace that you’ve been begging for since PDW closed. That’s what Divine Supremacy is about, Brandon. Not me -- it’s all about YOU... just like you want it to be. Feeling like she said her peace, Felicity spun around and looked to make her exit. Zelda remained seated with her hand over her heart, but Brandon popped out of his chair and turned directly to Felicity. BRANDON BANKS: You’re not going to fuckin’ beat me, Fel. You ain’t got a chance of it, and to prove that… you gonna be going up against the person that I trained all on my own at Defiance 50. Felicity peeked her head over her shoulder, knowing full well who Brandon was talking about. BRANDON BANKS: The HKW Global champion… Alexa Corra. Brandon smirked and pressed forward, patting Felicity on her surgically operated right shoulder. BRANDON BANKS: Hope that arm’s ready, sissyface. Brandon shot Felicity a wink and walked out of the room, leaving Felicity biting down on the inside of her cheek and frustration gleaming in her eyes. She hadn't been cleared yet, but Brandon knew she was ahead of schedule and would be able to compete at Defiance 50 against the most ruthless woman on SubVersion. Her best friend. ![]() The camera cuts in as Luke Wisia is sitting in front of a backstage prop with the No Limits Championship around his neck. He didn’t know the the film was rolling as Wisia was biting his nails and waiting for them to give him the go ahead as a voice is heard carrying through the microphone. VOICE: You’re live, Luke. Luke looks up from his nails and at the man off the screen, raising an eyebrow. LUKE WISIA: We’re live? You ain’t gonna give me a heads up for somethin’? They call you a fuckin’ professional? GIVE THE TALENT A THUMBS UP OR SOMETHIN’! Wisia shakes his head at the guy off screen, then turns towards the camera. He looks at it for several moments before talking. LUKE WISIA: WELCOME TO WISIA WORLDWIDE TELEVISION, SHITFACES! And boy oh boy, do we have a lot to talk about. Not only am I one of the newest additions to Team Defiance at Divine Supremacy, but TONIGHT is a big match for me. For Salem. For perhaps the future of Defiance as we know it. I could sit here for an hour and tell ya’ll what a hell of a No Limits Champ I am, but I ain’t gonna. I’m gonna show ya. I’m gonna show ya’ll why I climbed to this spot and I plan on stayin’ here years upon years. How I refuse to let Colton Sterling be the longest reignin’ No Limits Champion of our time, because I hafta out do that cheese eatin’ bitch every opportunity I get. Luke’s face goes sour at the mention of Colton, but he spins the championship around his neck and slowly opens his eyes back towards the camera feed. LUKE WISIA: Story time. When I first came to Hard Knox, I was utter asscheeks. I ain’t know how to wrestle. I thought my family name meant more than anythin’ else. I quickly faded out in the background to Kai when I ain’t know what to do with my life anymore. When I came back, I was on a mission to mark that tarnished memory from my mind. I refused to let my time off go to waste and just be the guy who “gave it a go, but couldn’t go” to other peeps. I came back fresher than ever and went mad at the chance to finally make somethin’ of myself without people sayin’ that my family played the political game to get me there. Time and time again I had to watch people make a name for themselves that ain’t me… and it hurt. It ate me alive. Sittin’ at home and watchin’ champion after champion cement their legacy into the books while I was decidin’ what kinda cheetos I wanted. Wisia sighs at the camera as he looks down towards the ground. He raises his head and the smile that he had early wasn’t there any longer. LUKE WISIA: And when I came back, I had to wait this long to get my chance while it still ate me alive. Ya’ll dunno what it feels like to chase after somethin’ so long that you’d do literally anythin’ to keep it. This No Limits Championship? He spins it once again around his neck as the gold faces away from the screen. LUKE WISIA: I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make sure I have this title for as long as I can. I ain’t here to play patty cake with this championship, and it bein’ my first singles title? It ain’t goin’ anywhere. While I was chasin’ this fuckin’ thing, I had to watch Felicity win her 100th gold. I had to watch Colton tear away on his reign of success. And I had to watch Salem Cartier come back in this company on her first night of returnin’ and put the Bloodshed Championship around her waist for her second title in Hard Knox… all of that while I was still chasin’ my first like a fuckin’ black panther. All that while I spent my ass workin’ out and gettin’ back into ring shape after a year from takin’ myself a little break. Once again, I failed, only this time in a different way. Here I was tryna work my ass off to get noticed enough for a shot, while people like Salem walked in and got theirs on the first night. Wisia spits on the floor off to the side and straightens up in the chair. His eyes shift from the camera, up to the ceiling. There was something bothering him on his mind, but he was taking his time with it. LUKE WISIA: That coulda been me. I coulda put Brandon askin’ me to help him in War Games against Team Zero and chased after that dream, like I always had planned, but plans change. And for family? They can change at the snap of a finger, but Felicity was in the match. Fran was in the match. I hadda show why I deserved that shot before Fran. Before Jimmy Page, who just came into the company. Before anyone else who had the same thought I did, that this was their opportunity to show Brandon, or Romeo Price, that they wanted it more. I hadda win. Not just my team, but I HADDA WIN! I hadda show them that I had what it took to stand toe to toe with Fel Fel and bring the fuckin’ noise. Next thing I know, while everyone was swappin’ titles like kissin’ a hottie with tongue, I had my chance. I finally had my chance. If I dropped the ball in this one, I ain’t about to get another… Luke’s eyes come down from the ceiling and back to the camera. LUKE WISIA: I’m like the redheaded stepchild at times, ya’ll don’t understand. Sure, my fam great and all, but who wants to ride the coattails of their family the entire time? You spend one day in my shoes and you’ll realize that ain’t what you want either. That’s why I envy Salem Cartier and why I hate her at the same time. She was, once upon a time, more successful than me, even from the very beginnin’ when all of this started. She was what I wanted to be there for a good stint of this Hard Knox run. Do I put asses in seats? You fuckin’ right I do, but pullin’ fans into an arena to watch you is much less important than doin’ somethin’ for yourself. Salem had her time… twice. Before I even had my time… once. That’s what this No Limits Championship means to me. That’s why I’ll do any dirty or fucked up thing to keep it on my shoulders, because unlike you fucks… championships ain’t gonna stay on your shoulder forever, and I know that. While ya’ll are wrestlin’ matches and defendin’ it at every cost to get your name flashin’ across the Knoxtron in lights, I’m gonna be smarter about this whole reign than any of you have before. I will fuckin’ battle to do whatever it takes to keep my reign goin’ on for as long as possible, instead of let management or the people backstage dictate what kinda champion I am. Instead of fightin' people all the time, I will go as low as to fight the system. That’s how you win the game, ladies and gents. Luke’s face looks sincere, but full of shit at the same time. You could tell he cared about the championship, but was going about it the wrong way at the same time. He wasn’t a fighting champion. He wasn’t trying to be a big name. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone with wins or defenses. He just wanted to be his own champion, in his own way, and the wait that lead up to it had finally came to a halt. LUKE WISIA: Call me a piece of shit all ya’ll want, but that’s me. Coward? Pansy? I’m my own person and I ain’t gonna let this title define me… I’m gonna define it, and my run. Whether you love it, or you fuckin’ DESPISE it. I don’t care. This gold is around my shoulder and we’re playin’ the rules of the game my way. Defendin’ this championship against Brian Mason just means I’m that much closer to keepin’ it on my shoulder for a longer period of time. I got my title defense outta the way, and I can move onto somethin’ else to concentrate on. Which is why you’re gonna see me gettin’ the W for Team Defiance at Divine Supremacy. With my defense firmly placed, I can turn my focus to one of the biggest pay per views of the year without distraction of defendin’ it again. And I’ll do it fuckin’ again after Divine Supremacy if I have to. Cause I’m a desperate mother fucker and I don’t care who judges me for it. James Shark? Jinzai? They gonna be waitin’ as long as I can make them wait. That’s how you make your mark. That’s how you keep gold. That’s how you stay a champion without the next person in the rotation waitin’ in the shadows to knock you off for it next. Wisia licks his lips. His eyes were wide and his face was dead serious, truly believing every word he spoke. Then he unstraps the No Limits Championship and lays it on his knees. LUKE WISIA: That brings me to my match against Salem tonight. What do I honestly have to prove, you might ask? Everythin’. I hadda watch Salem be more successful than me for years. No more. Sure, I walked outta our first match together, and I’m notorious for walkin’ outta matches and savin’ my energy for the big time ones at pay per views, but tonight that ain’t gonna happen. I ain’t gonna watch her have another piece of success over me again. I’m sick and tired of it. This is my time. My chance. Not Salem’s. If I just let her win, she could go onto be the AONS winner, then much worse… HKW World Champion. She has already done much more than me, but tonight that ain’t gonna happen. She ain’t gonna get a free ride to a chance against my boy, Volkov. I’m perservin’ the life of Reapers in Pride in my own way, and that’s not lettin’ fuckers like Salem get their chance. Luke pops the RIP jacket he had on at the camera lense. LUKE WISIA: So if she thought I was gonna give her a freebie, she’s mistaken. I’m gonna wrestle my buns of steel off like this were the biggest match of my life, even though I ain’t stand a chance in hell of advancin’ cause someone don’t know how to count points correctly. If Salem wins, I have to watch the replays in my head of her doin’ all that shit I hated time and time again, over and over again. He winks towards the camera and stands up. LUKE WISIA: Fuck you, Salem. You wanted to have ya match against me like you said last time I walked out? Well, you fuckin’ got it. This time I’m bringin’ everythin’ I got, because I can’t stand you, and I can’t stand to watch you do somethin’ else I ain’t done. You gonna see what it feels like to be me for once before I won this title. To have everythin’ taken from you and to watch someone else get their shot over you, while you ain’t able to do shit about it. One last giggle towards the camera and its crew as Wisia looks prepared to walk off screen and get ready for his match. LUKE WISIA: Turnin’ dreams to memes. Just ask Aries bout me. Static. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The follow match is the main event and an All or Nothing Series match! It is scheduled for one fall! "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!" "There's no place like home!" The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience. "Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on Touch, kid; how you surprise me Now roll kid, rock your body off!" WHISPER VIPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes... "You're something like a phenomena Something like an astronoma' Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. "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. WHISPER VIPERI: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Jersey City.... Weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds... He is the Unholy One of R.I.P. and No Limits Champion... LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!! The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start. BRIAN MASON: This one is simple, if Salem wins, depending on the win, she could just seal her spot in the All or Nothing Series. This one is for all the marbles and hope you guys are as excited to see Luke lose as much as I am. RANDY THE PILOT: This is the main event for a reason, and a damn good one. So much on the line. So much at stake. So much to prove. Salem can get her shot with this one and make it count. JACK WARREN: Did you just not hear Luke talk? If you can’t tell his motives from that, there’s no explaining it to you. This guy feels like he has something to prove and he’s going to do something about it. MAIN EVENT ALL OR NOTHING SERIES Luke Wisia vs Salem Cartier Ding! Ding! Ding! The referee signals for the bell as Salem and Luke just look at each other from opposite sides of the ring. Wisia starts to fiddle with his hands as Salem has a small smile on her face, clearly ready for her match. They both starts to edge towards the center of the ring as Luke holds out a hands, Cartier answering, then they lock up and start to trade places. Both opponents are fighting for position in the grappling game as Wisia spins behind Salem. Cartier reverses that with an arm twist, but Wisia drops to his knees and reveres it right back with forcing her arm behind her back, then Cartier ends up slinging Wisia into the ropes for a whip. Luke stops his momentum by throwing both arms over the top rope, disappointing Salem for the return, so she takes the fight to him by pulling Luke down by his neck and forcing him off the ropes with a snapmare. Wisia is quickly back to his feet, but Cartier attacks him with repeated chops right to the chest that makes the crowd count along as she hits him. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… It drive Luke back into the ropes as Salem gives whipping him another try, sending him into the ropes on the other end of the ring. BRIAN MASON: C’mon Salem! Keep taking it to that guy! He can’t handle those chops! HE CAN’T HANDLE THE CHOPS! RANDY THE PILOT: Please, don’t start this again, Brian. We need you to move on from last Defiance already. JACK WARREN: He better before Luke comes over here and whoops that ass again. Wisia can’t stop himself this time as Salem jumps up and delivers a flying calf kick that brings Luke right down to the mat. He’s trying to find his feet while Salem is patiently waiting, and when Wisia does, Cartier throws herself forward with a springboard back elbow that brings him down once then, the capitalizes with a lariat takedown to while Luke tries to stand back up, putting him right back down before attempting the cover. ONE! TWO! BREAK! Salem can’t stop Luke from getting a shoulder off the mat as he rolls to his side and holds his head. Cartier stands up, gives him some space, and starts to plan ahead on what he next attack is going to be. RANDY THE PILOT: Salem is starting things off nicely tho. You can tell she wants this AON series to go her way more than anythin’. It ain’t often you got this chance. BRIAN MASON: Much less the chance to win it all, or at least get yourself into a better position to win it. Luke stand and makes his way right towards Salem as they lock back up, and Wisia forces Salem back into the ropes this time. She pushes him back some towards the middle of the ring and throws him across her body with an arm drag, but Luke actually lands on feet, making Cartier start to hit a series of shin kicks against the man. It creates some space between the two as she runs forward and nearly takes his head off with a spinning discuss knee! Wisia crumbles to the mat as Salem tries to get another attempt in. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Another two count as the referee shows Salem, Luke using his legs to kick of the pinfall attempt, but clearly dazed from the head shot. JACK WARREN: Luke absolutely getting his ass kicked right now. For someone who was talking that much shit before this match, if he doesn’t turn it up a notch, it isn’t going to end well for him. RANDY THE PILOT: They both got somethin’ to prove, honestly. This match has a lot on the line. It’s no wonder that Salem came in with all guns blazin’. Salem and Luke are back to their feet now, Wisia falling back into the corner with a bit of a surprised face as Salem still has that smile on her face. They start running towards the middle at each other, but Wisia gets the advantage by bringing down Salem with a sling blade! He falls back into the corner again as Cartier is forcing herself back to a vertical position. Arm drag to Salem. Hip toss to Salem. She’s right back to her feet after both moves, but the third shot by Luke is enough to keep her down as he launches himself forward with a flying clothesline that turns Salem inside-out. BRIAN MASON: NO! ALL LUCK! The crowd is going into a frenzy, booing the hell out of Luke and cheering on Salem at the same time. Salem sneaks up behind Wisia and tries to roll him up into a pin, but Luke keep rolling right back to his feet before the pin is locked in, then fires back with a flapjack to keep Salem grounded. It isn’t enough though as Cartier is fight through it, but Luke rushes forward and hits a blockbuster neckbreaker to keep her down for the count as he hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! NOOOOOOO! Salem breaks the attempt shortly after the two count, causing Wisia to fall back on his knees and grab his hair in frustration. The crowd is chanting on Salem once again, making Luke stand up and lean on the ropes to start yelling at them, but they’re cheering over his voice. BRIAN MASON: Luke’s going to need a lot more in the arsenal to put Salem away like that. Do you guys remember their last match? Salem embarrassed him and cleaned the mat with him before Luke decided to walk away from it. JACK WARREN: Yeah, we remember. You probably remember better than anyone, but we do recall it. Different match. Different atmosphere. Main event. This is an entire different ball game. Wheelbarrow bulldog while Luke wasn’t looking from Salem that completely throws him off guard! He tries to roll out the ring, but Salem grabs him by the ankle to pull him back towards the center of the canvas. Wisia is scrapping around on the mat and finally reaches the nearest ropes to grab them, making Cartier have to release any hold that she has on him. The referee is backing up Salem and talking her down, but Cartier isn’t holding back regardless and let go of the hold instantly. While the referee is blocking Salem’s vision, Luke rolls out of the side of the ring, and enters it back right behind Salem to deliver a half nelson bulldog, planting her straight on her face. The referee doesn’t look pleased, but there’s not much he can do as Luke digs his head into Salem’s side to roll her on her back, then pushes her face down with an elbow for the pin attempt. ONE! TWO! T-NOPE! Salem forces her shoulder off the mat once again as the crowd goes into defining applause for the kickout. Wisia looks over to the referee and says “you’re slow as fuck” as he climbs back to his feet, grabs Salem by the hair, and forces her up as well. RANDY THE PILOT: Luke with another close pinfall there, boys. Momentum has swung into his favor now, and he ain’t lookin’ to slow up anytime soon. JACK WARREN: That count did seem a little slow. Do you think Salem paid off the referee’s to make sure that she makes it? The world may never know. Cartier pushes Luke away though, and into the corner with him! Wisia’s head snaps back at the impact and he isn’t able to get out of the way into time as Salem comes sailing in with a corner cartwheel leaping hip attack! Wisia takes it right to the chest as he takes a few steps forward, clutching himself, then falls face first onto the canvas. Salem looks to go for a double knees to the back, but Wisia rolls out of the way just in time. He uses the ropes to help himself stand back up, but Salem is keeping the pressure on him with a double underhook suplex as that causes Wisia to sit up after the move is executed with wide eyes, slowly turning to Salem because she suplexed him. Salem shrugs and says “Why surprised? You’re skinny”. Wisia storms back to his feet while him and Salem start to exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Luke. Salem. Luke. Salem. Luke. Salem. Luke. But finally the last punch is enough to drive Wisia backwards and knock him off balance from the series of hits. Salem spins and throws out a forward palm strike that blast Wisia right in his formally broken nose! Wisia’s eyes water up as he instantly drops to his knees, but forces himself back to his feet regardless, but it’s too late for him when he regains his composure. Salem struts forward and lands a standing monkeyflip DDT that brings the crowd to their feet and causes Luke to go limp on the mat after his head is spiked off the canvas. She rolls Wisia to his back with her shoulder and hooks the leg for a pin. ONE! TWO! THR-NOOOOOOOO! Luke uses his body to get out of the pinfall attempt, slightly getting his shoulders off the mat before the three count, almost at the last moment. Salem rolls off to the side of canvas and rests her arms on the ropes, slowly shaking her head at Wisia breaking out of the pin. BRIAN MASON: And it’s about time that the tide has turned for Wisia. This time it’s Salem who’s getting the advantage in the match, and thank God for that. RANDY THE PILOT: That monkeyflip DDT looked to be the end of it, no lie. That shit can give you a concussion and count anyone out. As if Hard Knox needs anymore of those incidents. Salem uses the ropes to get back to a standing position as Wisia is crawling towards the opposite ropes. Salem walks over to him and grapples him around the stomach from behind, but Wisia weasels his through her legs and stands up on the other side. Pele kick as soon as Cartier turns around! It’s enough to drive Salem into the ropes as she bounces off them and slowly takes a few steps towards Luke as he is there to deliver a shotgun dropkick to send her into the corner. Lungblower to Salem out of the corner turnbuckles that sends her trashing in the middle of the ring. Wisia doesn’t stop there though as he pulls Salem back to her feet by her hair and hits a swinging neckbreaker for good measure. Salem is holding the back of her head, but determined to get back to her feet so that Luke doesn’t try anything funny. Luke is resting with an arm thrown over the top rope, but notices that Cartier has climbed to her feet faster than what he thought, so he looks at the top rope instead and slingshots himself forward with a tornado kick that drives right into her chin! Luke looks to the crowd as they’re throwing hate his way, then back to Salem as she’s down for good it looks like, crawling his way in that direction and throwing an arm over her shoulder for the pinfall. ONE! TWO! THR-BREAK! Salem kicks out at the last moment to Luke’s surprise, causing him to roll off towards the turnbuckle and just stare at his opponent with utter shock on his face. Salem rolls to her stomach and runs a hand through her hair as the fans are showing her their support. JACK WARREN: That tornado kick is smooth as hell by Luke. I think he picked up that move after being hit with Colton’s bicycle kick some many times. BRIAN MASON: It’s not as nice as Salem’s buzzsaw kick, that’s the fact. There’s no much of an argument there. Salem and Luke are starting to look exhausted as they both have to stand up with help from the turnbuckles on different sides of the ring, and aren’t looking to pressure each other like they were doing earlier in the match. Salem tries to meet Wisia in the middle of the canvas, but he rolls out of the bottom rope and starts shaking his head, telling Salem that they’ll finish this match on “his time” while she’s grabbing the top rope and telling to get back into the ring. Which Luke does, but he’s slowly keeping his distance from Cartier as she’s looking to finish this match and advance in the AONS, Wisia doing whatever stop he can to prevent that. They grapple up again in the middle of the ring, but neither of them has the energy to use their quickness to their advantage for reversals as Luke powers Salem against the ropes and lets her push him back towards the middle of the ring for Wisia to execute a reverse vertical suplex. Salem is holding her gut as she rolls around on the mat a bit, causing Luke to grab her by the leg, but Salem turns and kicks Wisia into the corner before he can do anything. Luke walks out of the corner and… buzzsaw kick from Salem that makes Luke crumble like a sheet of paper! JACK WARREN: Luke is done with that move, I think. You might be right Mason, her kick and Luke’s kick are top notch if I don’t say so myself, but neither of them are THE MAN! BRIAN MASON: No… NO! Here comes Fran… actually? YES! Win this match for Salem, Fran! I don’t care if it’s a DQ or not! As long as Wisia loses! Then out of nowhere, the fans start a commotion as everyone turns to the entrance ramp to see what’s going on. Fran slides into the ring under the bottom rope as Wisia is slow to get back to his feet and looking to see the new talent that just entered the ring before he starts yelling at the top of his lungs at her for Fran not to “ruin this for him”. Salem has her head on a swivel as Fran is standing between both competitors, then turns towards Cartier. Fran is jawing her mouth at Salem, but Salem doesn’t want to win like this so she’s keeping her distance until… Fran turns around and pokes Luke in the eyes instead! Wisia hits the mat, holding his face, and yelling “FUCK, FRAN! THAT FUCKIN’ HURT!” as the referee’s face is complete confusion, then turning to the time table and telling them to ring the bell. DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match due to disqualification… LUKKKKKKKEEEEE WIIIIIISSSSSSIIIAAAAAA!!! Salem’s mouth drops as she’s staring at Fran, then says “Did you seriously just cost my chance at winning the All or Nothing Series?” Fran doesn’t reply, but the biggest smile ever crosses her face as she walks over to Luke and raises his hand while he’s holding his eyes on the mat, causing Wisia to jerk his arm away with some not very nice words in Fran’s direction. Wisia rolls out of the ring and is asking for the medical staff to check his eyes, saying that “the bitch has the longest fingernails in the world” as one of them rushes to his side and starts to tend to his poked eyeball. BRIAN MASON: WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? DID SHE JUST…….. SHE DID. JACK WARREN: Calm down, Mason. Fran just cost Salem any chance she had of winning the All or Nothing Series, giving the win to Luke Wisia. RANDY THE PILOT: That’s a surprising turn of events, but ain’t gonna say I’m surprised. Thought she ain’t think this one through when it looked like she was gonna cost one of them the match, but I guess she did. Salem is still just staring at Fran as she turns to the referee and asks about the decision of the match, but the referee tells Cartier that he had to call it because Fran cost Luke. Salem then charges at Fran out of nowhere and brings her down by jumping on her, bashing her head off the mat over and over and over and over, until Fran flips the script and grabs Salem by the hair, throwing Salem through the middle ropes to the outside. Fran jumps from the top ropes to deliver an elbow to Salem on the outside and sending her back first into the barrier. Fran grabs Salem, but it’s reversed as Salem throws Fran shoulder first into the steel steps next to them, and picks up Fran again to bash her head against the steel post over and over and over and over, until Fran finally falls to the mat. Salem is livid as she mounts Fran to deliver some punches, but Fran squeezes her legs around Salem to stop her momentum and pulls Salem to the ground, throwing all the punches she can at Cartier. A squad of referee’s are making their way down to the ring, but they can’t force the two of them apart for the life of them. Salem breaks away from the referee’s and jumps onto the crowd that’s holding Fran back as well, getting a few jabs of her own at Fran. This time Fran pulls her arms away from those that are holding her back and spears Salem into the barrier behind them, causing it to collapse under the weight. The referees give up as the pair of them are taking the fight into the audience, swapping jabs at each other back and forth, and making their way towards the backstage area as the fans are parting to let them continue the fight. The crowd is chanting “Holy Shit!” as Salem chases Fran into the hallway from the stands, then the HBO logo fades into the picture. WINNER via DISQUALIFICATION: LUKE WISIA (15:07)
Edited by Zero McHannon, Jul 18 2016, 02:55 AM.
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