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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]50[/color]; LIVE! From the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada
Topic Started: Aug 7 2016, 11:32 AM (1,412 Views)
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Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Venue: T-Mobile Arena
Network: HBO


The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance 50 poster!

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As the scene fades backstage former World and Global Champion Emilio Vialpando was seen making his way down the hall shaking up a bottle of Body Armour before he opening to take a sip. The roar of the crowd as they seen him on the Knoxotron echoed through the backstage and he smirked a bit at the acknowledgement from the crowd. As he finishes up taking a sip, Defiance interviewer Lola J pops up out of nowhere giving him a certain look. Emilio laughed once he seen her and the face she was making as if he knew why she was looking him that way.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Jaja, what’s up?

LOLA J: Nothing, but you owe me a interview sir.

Emilio nods and shrugs.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Alright. A bet is a bet. I guess it’s better than getting interviewed by that drunk ass fool Eli. The hell wrong with him anyways.

Lola rolls her eyes.

LOLA J: Who knows. I don’t care. More good interviews for me so, he can drink himself into a coma for all I care.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Ouch. Harsh Lo.

She shrugs and clears her throat as she prepares for the interview. Looking to the camera and flashes a smile.

LOLA J: Welcome back to Defiance 50 folks! As you can see I’m here with none other than the one and only Emilio Vialpando!

Pop from the crowd.

LOLA J: Soo Emilio. Now that I guess you actually have a reason *cough cough* to actually be on Defiance tonight, how does it feel to be here on such a night light this? I mean you’ve been here since the very first Defiance, it must feel special to be here for the fiftieth show.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Yeah, of course it does. It’s a great feeling to be here on Defiance and to actually to be able to go out there and be in that ring again. It’s been so damn long since I actually been in a Defiance ring and it’s gonna be incredible to be able to step into one again. I..I just can’t wait breh. Being here since this place was a developmental program for Platinum Dynasty Wrestling and helping it grow into something bigger and damn near the best in professional wrestling today? Yeah breh, it’s a great feeling.

LOLA J: Would you say it feels like magic?

Emilio looks to her for a moment and they bust out laughing. He nods to her while laughing.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Yeah, it definitely has that sort of feeling. You gotta understand I haven’t been in that damn ring since I first got drafted to iGNiTE. So when I first go out there don’t be surprised if you see me gettin choked up.

LOLA J: Yeah right I don’t see that happening but anyways. Team Captain huh? You know you’re gonna lose right?

Emilio shakes his head.

LOLA J: Forreal Em! Look at who you have compared to our team. The best you have is Kol, haha. Kol of all people. Do you see who’s on THE WINNING TEAM that absolutely hates his guts? C’mon. What are you gonna do LeBron err..I mean Kobe your team to victory? I think not.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Yeah, you keep talking shit Lola. Yes I got Kol, who could very much become a Global Champion one day thanks to that briefcase he has in his possession. I have the best tag team in the company in Project Continuum. I have a chick who is extremely underrated and has been turning heads since she signed in Veronica Taylor. The way I see we’re just about even except for--

LOLA J: The entire Defiance team. I know.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: No. Except for James Shark. But I plan on making that up tonight when I announce the final member of the team.

LOLA J: Wait what? You’re gonna do that here? Defiance? Seriously?

He nods with a sly smirk.

LOLA J: Don’t nobody wanna see another Subversion bum on your team on the most prestigious nights of the year.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Yeah you won’t be saying that for much longer.

Lola shakes her head not believing Emilio.

LOLA J: Anyways, you’re facing a friend of yours tonight who is theeeeee team captain of Defiance. How you feeling about that?

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Great actually. I wouldn’t have wanted to face anyone else but a friend of mine that I came into this business with tonight. We’re gonna bring the house down tonight breh. I guarantee it.

She nods as she follows up with her next question.

LOLA J: Okay last question then you can go. If you were able to face anyone on the Defiance roster who’d you want to face and why?

Emilio didn’t waste any time to answer this question.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Shane Atwater. Simple as that.

LOLA J: Shane? Really? Why not Felicity or James Shark or um John Blade even?

Emilio laughed a bit at the mention of Blade and sighs.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: Everyone always says Felicity for some reason. That’s not a match I’m interested in as I am others. I picked Shane because he has risen to be one of the best here on Defiance. I know I faced him once before last year during a live show and I...Well was being an complete ass during that time. I didn’t really give the fans what the wanted to see and just walked out of the match. I wanna be able to right that wrong. Actually go out there and put on an incredible show with Shane, repay not just the fans but him also.

He shrugs his shoulders.

EMILIO VIALAPNDO: If there’s every that opportunity then yeah. He’d be the one I want to face. Look, I gotta go Lola. I’ll see you late breh.

Emilio nods to her and walks away leaving Lola standing there.

LOLA J: Emilio Vialpando ladies and gentlemen.

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Evolution of a Champion Part 3: Doomsday: Behold the Superman, Man(kind) is Something That Should Be Overcome- Friedrich Nietzsche

Wearing a long sleeved Superman shirt, Jackson Magnum is standing front of a camera with his eyes fixated on the lens. He gives the all too familiar cocky smirk that he’s known for. He looks down at the floor quickly then back towards the lens once more. He shrugs before starting.

JACKSON MAGUM: I know what yer expecting here. A long rambling rant about how, I’m not who ye tink I am, how I’m not a cowardly little bitch, er how inside Hybrid Hell, I’m going ta become a monster. Many champions would do tat, many would lie ta ye and say everyone else in thee match is going ta go through Hell, but not me. However, Ef there is one ting I’ve always prided myself on, et’s honesty. Even when I’m a total cunt, I tell ye et’s coming. No matter thee situation, ef I say et I mean et. But before we go down tat long and arduous road. I’d like ta give everyone in Hybrid Hell, a little background on me. My words can’t do thee truth justice, so I’m going ta do et wit a mixture ov words, and images ye’ve never seen befer. I wear a long outfit ta ring every week, et covers up almost every inch ov me. Wat isn’t covered by thee suit is covered by tattoos.

Jackson reaches down peeling his shirt off of his body, thee whole upper half ov his body covered in tattoos. He looks towards the ceiling letting out a lingering sigh. He motions for the camera to come forward. As it does he extends his forearms out which are covered in two very detailed superman tattoos. As the camera zooms in the details of long horrific looking scars appear. Not just on his forearms, but the whole way up both arms.

JACKSON MAGUM: Ye see when Jackson Magnum was a wee boi, his mutter didn’t like him much. She locked Jackson in thee basement. She would tell Jackson tat he was worthless. From thee time he was five onward she tortured him. When he got a little older, Jackson got tired ov hearing this. So he’d fight back, but everytime Jackson would disagree, his mutter would take a cord. Leather, braided, er ef Jackson was especially bad, cooper, and she’d take that cord, and she’d beat him bloody. Feck his shit right up.

Jackson begins to laugh a bit as the camera traveled up his shoulder, then down his chest exposing some other scars.

JACKSON MAGUM: One night when twelve year old Jackson inspired by his Superman comics decided that he would be a real dickhead, he told his mutter he believed in himself. Tat he’d git out ov thee basement one day, and he’d become someting. someting great, well needless ta say his Mutter didn’t like this. So she proceeded ta beat thee living hell out ov Jackson, and I know wat yer tinking. Oh tat Jackson sure likes ta exaggerate, well.

Jackson turns around for the camera exposing his back to it. The scarring so grotesque in its nature that that no amount of ink, or surgery could hide it. It looked as if someone had taken a surgical knife, and repeatedly carved into his skin. Scars were literally layered over each other on his back, almost seeming three dimensional with the way they popped out from his skin.

JACKSON MAGUM: My mutter beat me until I literally stopped moving, until I was left not in a metaphorical pool ov my own blood, but an actual one. Ye see tat was thee easy part, thee hard part came next. When me dear old mutter, would leave me lying in thee basement ta die. Ta rot in my own blood, sweat, and tears. I promised myself as I laid on tat basement floor, tat ef I lived, I would one day leave tat hell. So, I did two tings tat my mutter never expected. First ov all, I lived, and secondly I got strong. Stronger tan she could ever imagine, and I eventually got out ov tat situation.

Jackson turns back around biting down on his lip hard. He continues to shake his head, he knows what awaits, but it’s nothing new.

JACKSON MAGUM: I eventually came ta America, and then HKW. No professional wrestling training, no hope,just a kid willing ta do anyting ta make et. Fer six months straight, I took everyting this company could offer, every arse kicking wit a damn smile. Every humiliations with a gleeful enthusiasm, until I made et ta where I am now. Now I didn’t say all this ta git yer sympathy. I could care less, I’d slit yer throats witout a thought, and not even blink at thee sight. Et’s gist me telling ye, wat I’m willing ta do ta git wat Jackson Magnum wants.

Jackson walks back a long hallway with the camera following close behind him. He reaches the end of the hallway, and opens the door. He walks over to a small “SuperGirl” chair that is in the corner of the room, and takes a seat. He points to the other side of the room where his seven year old daughter is lying with the hybrid championship in her arms.

JACKSON MAGUM: And tat brings me ta this moment, thee moment ov all moments, where I explain why I’m thee hybrid champion, and all ov ye aren’t. Because, There’s a difference between people ye lie ta, and people ye lie fer, a difference between someting ye live fer, and someting ye’ll die fer. Tat’s why I don’t give a feck about these fans, I can count thee people I trust on less than thee fingers on my right hand.

Jackson raises his hand up upon saying this, then folds it closed.

JACKSON MAGUM: I endure their hate, their lies, and them constantly making a mockery ov my career. Tell me people going inta Hybrid Hell, wat did ye endure tat comes close ta wat I went through in me first six months wit this company. Tell me about yer great struggles Lady Magdalena? Tell me why I should believe ye want this as badly as I do. Tell me thee great sacrifices ye made fer this company? Tell me wat yer willin ta give ta be en my shoes. Tell me where ye git tat fighting spirit from? Oh wait, yer too busy calling me a cowardly little bitch ta do anyting, but cry.

The camera goes back to Jackson who is almost in tears as he fights them back.

JACKSON MAGUM: Ye may not know wat et’s like ta be a real parent, so let me explain et ta ye. Those two laying ova there en tat bed are my children. Tat little girl, and tat belt are my world, and today I sat down wit tat little girl and explained.

Tears start to flow from Jackson’s eyes as he attempts to choke back the tears unsuccessfully. His voice cracks as he speaks. He has to rephase his thoughts as he couldn’t spit out the original words.

JACKSON MAGUM: I sat befer her, and I told tat little girl tat her daddy might not be coming home on August twenty eighth. I told her thee truth, thee reality most ov ye are scared ta admit. Tat the image ov V hang from tat cage, might be tame compared ta wat happens enside Hybrid Hell. Ye can’t imagine how painful et was fer me. Ye can’t imagine thee hell tat was. Are ye willing ta endure tat pain? Hell no yer not.

Tears are rolling down Jackson’s cheeks, his eyes are puffy and red, his voice weak, and filled with trepidation.

JACKSON MAGUM: See thee difference between someone who abandons their kids, and someone who lives fer them? Make no mistake tat title belt is my child, I took et home, I gave et my name, and I made et inta wat et is. I am et’s father, and et is my son. So believe me when I say this, there is literally nutting I won’t do ta bring my son back ta tat little girl.

Jackson wipes the tears away from his eyes, taking a deep breath. He leans back in the chair as the camera moves back to his daughter again, as she shifts herself as he begins to soften his voice, so he doesn’t wake her.

JACKSON MAGUM: So when someone says I’m scared er, not willing ta fight. Et confuses me, especially ye Magdalena. My life has been a living hell since I was five years old, Hell is where I’m most comfortable, et’s where I’m at peace. But forgive me fer wanting ta make these moments last fer as long as possible. Fergive me fer putting this fight off as long as possible. Et’s not about being a quote Cowardly Little Bitch unquote, as ye’d have udders believe. Sometimes a moment is great enough ta sacrifice yer reputation fer. Sometime ye gist hafe ta enjoy et, befer making a sacrifice ta prove how important, tat moment is. Speaking ov sacrifices, onta Sophie El, who’s been tawking a lot as ov late.

The camera goes out of focus for a moment before coming back to Magnum, the tears dried now,his face stoic, the pain slowly.

JACKSON MAGUM: Ye say tat belt is important ta ye. Tat yer going ta find a way inta this match. Et’s ironic ta me however tat ye won’t goes as far as I would. Ye see ef I was en yer position, I’d git down on my hands and knees, and I’d grovel befer Lady Magdalena. I’d clasp my hands tagether, and wit tears in my eyes I would beg ta be en hybrid hell. I wouldn’t take no fer an answer, ye keep saying how important this moment is ta ye, but ye’ve done nutting ta prove et. Ye won’t even set yer pride aside fer a moment, and say ye need someone else ta put ye en thee match. No, ye care ta much how people might view ye. Yer scared ta look week fer even a second, but tat’s thee life ov a Kaiser. Take, take, take, and never give, ye could see et en yer little performance afta subversion, when Artemis and ye were tagether. So much pride, but little understanding ov thee sacrifice et takes ta be champion. So be prideful, hold onta yer dignity fer all et’s worth, just know tat as long as ye do. Ye’ll never be worthy ov thee championship I hold.

Jackson’s face stays emotionless, an empty vessel that sits stagnant in front of the camera.

JACKSON MAGUM: Done wit tat unworthy bitch, she doen’t want et. Back ta me, and thee life I’m willing ta give ta be champion. A lot ov champions have said tings like this, in thee moment. They’ve convinced themselves tat they’d be willing ta do anyting ta be champion. When I started this video, I said tat one ting I pride myself on is honesty.I promise ye all everyting I’ve said here is thee truth. Tat belt means more ta me tan ye’ll ever know. So,I’m going ta ask fer someting, but I’d never ask ye fer someting I wouldn’t do myself. Harbinger I want ye ta go ta Eli, Hunter ta yer wife, and Lady Magdalena go ta yer kid, which ye suddenly care about. And anyone else tat wants ta be a part ov hybrid hell. Go ta thee person ye care most fer, and ye tell them, tat on August 28th inside Hybrid Hell, yer more tan willing ta give yer life fer tat belt. Because et might take tat. Fer me et’s ease.

Jackson reaches over turning the camera towards the scene of his daughter lying with the Hybrid Championship.

JACKSON MAGUM: My life ov twenty three year en hell has been worth et, because ov.this moment right here. On August 28th, all I’m going ta be tinking about is gitting back ta this moment one more time. Because witout this image I don’t know wat I live fer. Because thee image befer me at this moment, is an image even Superman would die fer.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a brand versus brand Lionheart Rules FIGHT!

“Bongo Bong” by Amsy blares over the sound system as Odyn Davel Balou makes his way onto the ramp. He has a towel covering his head as he methodically approaches the ring, pulling the towel off when he reaches to the mat.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first! Making his way to the ring from the Republic of the Congo… Representing Project Continuum… ODYN DAVEL BALOU THE THIRD!

Balou tosses the towel into the crowd and walks up the steps, and to the apron. He takes a long look at the crowd before entering the ring and letting out a monstrous roar. He punches the mat a few times before he turns around and walks to his corner. He lifts his leg onto the ropes and begins to stretch out as he waits for XPJ's entrance. lights go out, chilling sound plays as the lights shine blood red.

Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh


XPJ slowly comes through the dark red haze of lights. He walks down the ramp, his eyes in a frantic motion.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent...the Red Hook district of Brooklyn, New York; Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds; "The Infamous" X....P....J!!!!!!!

He gets close to the camera, taking a swipe at it, causing the cameraman to move out of the way. He walks to the front of the ring and stands on the apron. A white spotlight shines on him as he pounds on his chest rapidly.

He tears down the bandanna around his mouth as a camera gets a good look into his eyes, a crazed look shining through them. He forms a cryptic smile on his face. He gets into the ring, pacing it as the spotlight continues to shine through this gory shade of red.

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READY? READY? FIGHT!!


The referee gave the signal for both of these former HKW Lionheart Champions to begin their athletic contest. To showcase this unique set of rules incorporated into the company two years ago by the Land of Hard Knox.

RANDY THE PILOT: This is it, bruhs! Lionheart Rules officially on Defiance to kick off the fiftieth show!

BRIAN MASON: YEAH!!!! For people that don't know: you can only win by knockout or submission under Lionheart Rules.

The primary thing that was worth noting was the difference between stances at the start of a normal wrestling contest and a Lionheart Rules fight. Wrestlers stood ready to grapple for an opening at the start. These fighters?

XPJ?

Odyn Davel Balou III?

They had their fists up ready to throw detonators at one another. ODBIII threw the first jabs which connected to the forearms of XPJ. X guarded his face, but left his mid-section open for ODB to throw a two punch combination there! XPJ grunted in pain as he was forced to take a few steps backwards. Away from the center of the canvas - towards the nearest ropes.

RANDY THE PILOT: Sssss. Damn bruh. ODB can hit hard as hell people need to stop sleeping.

Once XPJ was close enough. ODBIII went for the clinch and began planting knees to that same mid-section. Directly striking the stomach of X. In a case like this one, when both men were hated by the fans, the audience could only cheer for the hard hitting moves being executed by these fighters.

BRIAN MASON: ODB IS an underrated fighter but I wish he could speak English.

JACK WARREN: Wellllll dickhead, HIS people watching this show right now wish YOU knew whatever language HE speaks but are they complaining?

Brian looked to Warren stunned for a moment. XPJ began to try to make a bit of space between himself and ODBIII.

RANDY THE PILOT: XPJ showing signs of life, y'all.

In the meantime XPJ began to continued display some energy laying two elbows into the cheek of his fellow ex-Lionheart Champion ODB. XPJ shot a stiff forward kick to the gut of Odyn. ODBIII kneeled forward. XPJ locked in a front facelock on the African Sensation.

BRIAN MASON: GET HIM X!!!!!!!!!! WRENCH AWAY AT THAT FRONT FACELOCK!

JACK WARREN: You're disloyal as hell for cheering on Subversion trash.

XPJ added onto his offense by planting a knee into the chest of ODBIII. He continued the knees until he was able to transition to a grounded front facelock. XPJ applied an intense amount of strength to the hold. Cutting off the oxygen for Odyn.

The referee lowered down to their level to verify if ODBIII was still fit to compete in this fight.

RANDY THE PILOT: Is Odyn Davel Balou the Third going to tap here? X has that Facelock on tight.

ODBIII's arm went limp. Which brought a reaction out of the audience because they thought the match was nearing an end.

The official lifted the arm of ODBIII up once. And it dropped.

Twice. And it dropped.

BRIAN MASON: One more time and the match is over!

Once again the referee lifted the arm of Odyn Davel Balou III and released it. Before the arm could touch the canvas ODB stiffened it. Holding it up in the air to show that he was STILL in the match. He was STILL a viable competitor. The audience had no choice but to cheer the sheer amount of toughness being put on display from these former Lionheart Champions!

BRIAN MASON: ANY normal man would've tapped already! Remember people there aren't any rope breaks in Lionheart Rules!

It had already been stated that there was no easy way out of a submission hold. No shortcut that can make a man or woman willingly release any maneuver they may have an opponent lock in. The only way out was to battle through the pain. Force your will.

Which is precisely what ODBIII began to do! He balled his fist up and began willing his way back to his feet. People could not help but respect the fact that he hadn't given in.

RANDY THE PILOT: ODBIII is showing why he's been an asset for so long with his guts. He came from an humble background, y'all. So I'm not surprised.

BRIAN MASON: This won't make a difference. COME ON X! You're a future Global Champion!

ODBIII somehow used his physical gifts to break out of the facelock which could only be cheered on by the audience! Balou Irish whipped X across the ring. He then leaped up for a Crane Kick!

Balou had sufficient height to the point where he was able to connect right to the jaw of X! The Subversion Athlete fell right down to the canvas. Clutching his face in pain. Still, showing some guts of his own he got back to his feet!

BRIAN MASON: Good Crane Kick by Balou The Third. Taking THE MAN straight back to the eighties.

Balou leaped up in the air and connected with a Junping Roundhouse kick to the temple which floored XPJ! The referee moved in position to see if X was alright to go. It sure appeared as if XPJ was knocked out.

RANDY THE PILOT: I think he's out! That Roundhouse Kick from ODB packs more power than anyone in the company I'd argue, bruhs.

BRIAN MASON: It's not that simple! Not that easy to beat XPJ! He was one of the fastest rising stars on the blue brand!

X's body appeared to be limp until he reached out to grab the ropes. He pulled himself up. ODBIII measured him - ready to use that renowned Lionheart knockout power to finish the job!

As X was up to his feet ODBIII charged towards him with every ounce of speed he could muster up. X then surprised him with LAST WORDS! The straight impactful punch to the throat of Balou!! ODB fell down to the canvas like a bag a bricks. X began to mount him and lay in more punches. The referee looked and saw that Balou wasn't fighting back. He then stopped the fight!

DING DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here's your winner by way of KNOCKOUT! X.....P.....J!!!!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: IT'S OVER! X WON! I don't care who you are a straight punch to the throat is putting your lights out.

RANDY THE PILOT: Say what you want but Odyn Davel Balou put up more than a tough challenge here. He showed toughness very few men have!

The referee lifted X's arm high in the air. A Subversion competitor getting the first win of the night on Defiance Fifty.

WINNER: XPJ via Knockout (7:01)
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Backstage Eli Zayn is seen standing with Team Adorable as they talk to each other pumping themselves up for their big match tonight.

ELI ZAYN: I am joined by one of the newer teams in the HKW tag team scene, Team Adorable Caitlyn Bellamy and Cali Lane. Cali, a lot of critics on social media criticize you’re bubbly personality and outlook on this sport. They say they’re just acts. What do you say about that?

CALI LANE: Well Eli, they’ve been saying that since we both started. They want to think that because we choose to remain positive that’s a disadvantage for us. They seem to think we’re just pretending. Well we are not. We choose to be positive because that’s how we are. We like to see the good in things. If you dwell on the negatives, you might as well just stop caring and locking yourself up in your home!

CAITLYN BELLAMY: My thoughts exactly Cali. We like what we do. We’re happy to be here and we’re happy to do it together as a tag team! We want to prove to the world that you don’t have to be a cynical jerk to make it in this business. That you need to be crazy or mean. We’re gonna prove that we are a force to be reckoned with. That starts tonight. Tonight on Defiance 50! A landmark night for HKW. A landmark night for Defiance. A landmark night for us!

ELI ZAYN: Well tonight you have a match against Team DLC. Now in your debut, you came just short of a victory. What are you goanna do differently here?

CAITLYN BELLAMY: Well if you remember, we would have won that match if it wasn’t for those Precious Meddling Kids! They want to mess with us? Call us mistakes? Fine. We have “Precious Meddle” at Divine Supremacy. We’re gonna prove there that the only thing that is a mistake is them sleeping on us. They think we can’t handle the pressure? We’ll let’s prove that tonight. Team DLC, you guys are ready for this as are we. We are gonna fight and fight to move up the ranks.

Alot of teams are gonna be looking to move up. Get that chance to win that tag team title. Only the best will earn it. To be the best you gotta prove you can win not only when it matters but when you think it doesn’t. Cause the moment you sleep on a team, you will find yourself in the loser’s pool with no gold. A lot of people wanna think they can walk over us. Meddle thinks it and they’re gonna learn that is a mistake.

Team DLC is gonna but up a hell of a fight, and we’re gonna give it right back. We are gonna win this one then we’re gonna go to our PPV debuts at Divine Supremacy and so Meddle that when you mess with us, you’re not getting to young rookies. You’re getting two kids who are hungry to prove every single doubter and hater wrong.

Cali and Caitlyn both smile at the camera as they hi five each other before they walk off to get ready for their upcoming match.

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The scene cuts backstage to reveal one Jinx Hextall, who’s not dressed to compete tonight, but is carrying on with doing her favorite activity as she’s displayed over the recent weeks… appearing threatening with household items, in this case her trademark trash can is turned upside down and being used as a makeshift stool by the once-jovial Canuck while she looks over two industrial quality staple gun.

JINX HEXTALL: Yeah, you two’ll do nicely.

She lets loose chuckle that sounds terribly forced and uncharacteristic before noticing the camera on her.

JINX HEXTALL: OH! Hey there Defiance fans! I noticed you come in I just kinda wanted to set up the fact that I’m still - y’know - REALLY pissed off about Reese Spencer as a person, wrestler, concept and life-form, AAAAAAAND that I’m still planning on running solid metal brackets through her soft bits should I be given the chance!

With that obvious threat made clear, she tosses the stapleguns off-screen. We hear a crash in the distance followed by a shout. Jinx pays it no mind before nodding into the lens.

JINX HEXTALL: Still, sadly, we live in a world where if I just hunted Reese down like the dog she is and stapled her tramp-holes shut I’d prolly be met with fines, admonishments, or a worse fate yet. So until such a time as that match gets booked, I guess I haveta just resort to the old time honored tradition of psychological terror, and beating the living hell out of her whenever we cross in multi-person tags or… or… uh, h-hey!?

Hextall stops mid-sentence as a figure wanders into the shot, completely blocking the camera lens. A few beats later, they walk to a distance where they can be clearly identified as Subversion newcomer Beth Keaton, looking cheerful and also very lost. Waving, she chirps towards Jinx.

BETH KEATON: Hi! What's up, just here to catch the show since it said it featured Subversion too, and ...

She finally senses something may be amiss, glancing around sheepishly.

BETH KEATON: Oops, were you in the middle of something?

The young Canuck looks at the camera then back to Beth.

JINX HEXTALL: I was about to tell the viewers about Reese Spencer’s misfortune at being booked in a battle royale with me because I’m still not all that keen on her being alive?

There’s a pause.

JINX HEXTALL: So, I MIGHT be beating a dead horse with that… how are you?

After listening intently, Beth perks up.

BETH KEATON: Hey, what an amazing coincidence, I’m in that battle royal too!

She states with a nod of the head.

BETH KEATON: Good luck with the murdering her thing, and all that. But, you know while I’m here? Well, first thing is I know you’re a threat in this thing, I actually think anyone is a threat in a battle royal. But, I was watching a couple years ago, Queen of Sin, you made your first name for yourself in a major promotion by coming out of nowhere to make a big showing in a battle royal! So I know you’re gonna be tough, and you seem really good at stapling people and stuff, so I’m sure you’ll do great with the revenge thing. But, I should let you know how super cereal I am about winning this and bringing that trophy back to Subversion.

Keaton pauses for a second.

BETH KEATON: I’m still on a pay per appearance contract, I need to make my mark here and show I’m worth keeping around … this is Divine Supremacy. So, good luck with everything, but don’t get too distracted with the staple murder because I’ll eliminate you if I get the chance!

There is a long pause as realization slowly creeps over Jinx’s face. She slaps her forehead in a eureka moment before hopping off her trash can stool and grabbing Beth by the shoulders, not with any sort of ill intent, in fact her expression looks caught between relief and terror as she addresses the new Subversion talent.

JINX HEXTALL: OH CRAP BETH! I forgot! This battle royal isn’t just about me trying to murder someone, I have the rest of the match to worry about and what it means.

Releasing Beth’s shoulders she starts pacing.

JINX HEXTALL: Gah! I’ve been way too focused on the other thing, you’ve got the right mindset. Focus on the battle royal and only murder Reese if I get the opportunity… and then there’s the BRAND rivalry! AH! I got so much game planning to do!

There’s a pause before she turns back to Beth.

JINX HEXTALL: Thanks Beth! So… can you possibly tell me what your strategy is for this match and all the ways I can counter it?

She clasps her hands together, giving Keaton the biggest doe eyes she can muster.

BETH KEATON: Mostly just not get eliminated, and eliminate other people when I get the chance!

Beth states earnestly.

BETH KEATON: I think the best way to counter is just to train hard and give it your best, to be honest!

She then starts walking off, before realizing she should try to say something intense and competitive to close things out. Pointing two fingers towards her eyes, she points them back at Jinx.

BETH KEATON: And keep your eyes open at all times, because I’m in it to win i--Aaahhh!!!

Unfortunately for Beth, diverting her attention towards Jinx meant that she wasn’t paying attention to the trash can in the middle of the floor, sending her ass over tea kettle. A faint “I’m okay!” can be heard from off camera behind the trash can as the shot lingers awkwardly on the scene for another moment before fading out.

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D’Wayne Porter was talking to himself in the locker room seeming to enjoy it. His brother Lo’Renzo walks into the locker room instantly saying something to D’Wayne.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Alright brah. You ready for this tonight?

D’Wayne just nodding his head taps his chest before saying something back.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Fam, this is nothing. William getting big headed since he got called up from Rise. That's the difference between me and him. I ain’t needed rise to get my foot through the door. I’m already a cut above this did. Fuck he talking about?

LO’RENZO PORTER: Just because he come from Rise don't mean dude can't be legit. It’s some super duper stars in the making down there. He been gaining some knowledge from De’Marcus too. Don't just go in there all wild thinking you just gone thump on buddy.

D’Wayne jumped from his seat and shook his head before waving a finger.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Naw, I told this fool imma come out there and bury him. I’m tired of them boys trying me on the bird. As a matter of fact, how come you ain’t been by my side? I thought we was supposed to be a team. You ain't down with nothing I wanna do. What? You don't believe in me brah?

LO’RENZO PORTER: It ain't eee…

D’Wayne cut him off with a lot on his mind.

D’WAYNE PORTER: First I feel like you tryna hold me back. Then when I went out there and tried them boys you act like you ain’t want the match for Divine Supremacy. Shit, I'm thinking bout Flava Bros and coming in here and taking shit. I ain’t tryna wait in line for nothing. It’s a championship to be won out here. You either tryna get it with me or you not.

LO’RENZO PORTER: You bugging. I’m tryna show you that's it’s other ways to get where you wanna be. You don't gotta be a loud mouth. The people out there in the crowds and who tune in will hear you. William and De’Marcus the type of dudes who feel like they can do whatever they want...and you, you just like them. We can fight our way to that gold. You done let them get in your head.

D’Wayne shook his head before sucking his teeth.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Hell naw. You gotta reverse that. I’m in their heads. They thought they was frightening the rest of the sorry tag teams round here.Little did they know they wasn't. That boy De’Marcus swear he ain't shook but I know he is. Squares like him think just because of his size he suppose to be better than everybody else. I’m just waiting to bring him down a notch.

LO’RENZO PORTER: That time will come lil bro, but you still ain't listening. How I know you in this with me when you don't even make decisions with me?

D’WAYNE PORTER: It shouldn't be no questions here. I feel like I'm the one who should be making the moves. It's already plotted out. William and De’Marcus just helped with the plan. They made themselves targets. Easy ones too. Once we through with them the straps gone be next. They already fuck us over in the mock draft. Imma prove these clowns wrong and show em who the best tag team to step in HKW is.

D’Wayne points at Lo’Renzo before pointing to himself.

D’WAYNE PORTER: And that's us fam.

LO’RENZO PORTER: You already know you my bro. It’s Flava Bros forever. I just don't want you making knuckle head choices. It's no prob with going up against them boys at Divine Supremacy. If they wanna be big and bold let them be, but Flava Bros stand for something else. You gotta let the sauce drip in the ring. Give the folks what they want. I’m telling you, you keep them in mind and they’ll give you that extra boost when needed.

D’Wayne laughed before sitting back in his seat.

D’WAYNE PORTER: You think I care about the FANS? Hell naw fam. Them nerds don't fight with me. Them nerds don't train with me. They basically useless. I don’t feel them. Pleasing them ain't a goal. You already know what is. I ain’t even try to hear that. As a matter of fact where William at right now? I’m ready to get this shit started.

??? ???: Whoa. whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The Flava Bros turn to the source, William Alexander Andrews and DeMarcus Gresham.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Let’s calm down now, don’t want you to get manhandled back here and ruin what will certainly be a momentous occasion tonight. Unlike you, I respect the business, I don’t give away free matches. Now, me and DeMarcus heard you two talking through the walls and figured you’d need a reminder of exactly what you’re facing tonight and at Divine Supremacy.

D’Wayne ready to swing on William takes a few steps toward him but Lo’Renzo pulls him back.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Nobody tryna hear all that right now. We tryna handle something.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Nah fam. Let me crack this dude right now.

DeMarcus stands to the side of William perfectly pressed and dressed in white button down dress shirt, pricy blue slacks and a Armani G-Line sport coat. He stares at both brothers before looking toward William.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Is there a need to be so rash? The time will come when your position will be established, beneath us. Just be happy younger Porter. Be thankful that tonight you are only facing William here. The momentum in your mind can come to a sad traumatic halt quicker than you realize. You start anything rest assure we will finish it.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Shut the fuck up Demarcus. You a square ass nigga. Y'all lucky Flipp holding me back right now or I would put these paws on the both of y'all cuz.”

D’Wayne looked them up and down before removing Flipp’s hand from his shoulder.

D’WAYNE PORTER: I’m telling y'all fags now that y'all already done but y'all acting like y'all don't know that.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Listen mannnnn, don’t even let these boys get to you right now.

Lo’Renzo shook his head trying to get his brother focused for the match and not let all of his anger explode right now.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Listen to your brother right now D’Wayne. He’s the more sensible one between you two. And, while he’s listening Lo’Renzo, I’d inform him that he’s going to need to come with everything he has if he wants to walk out with a win. Tell him that I’m not another gangbanger from back home. Tell him that he’s facing wrestling purity tonight. Tell him, I said good luck. Let’s get out of here DeMarcus, the aroma in here reeks of desperation and disrespect.

William turns to leave as does DeMarcus, leaving the Flava Bros alone.

D’WAYNE PORTER: Brah I swear. I’m putting my boot down buddy throat tonight.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Aye, just take it cool right now. You got this tonight. Don’t even worry about it. Do you and let that ish show out there. Got it?

D’Wayne nodded his head as Lo’Renzo closed their locker room door as the cameras pan out.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

Here and Now plays as Caitlin and Cali come bouncing out as happy as they can be. The two walk down the ramp, high fiving all the fans they can as they go around the ring in opposite directions. When the meet back up and hop into the ring. They stand on opposite turnbuckles as they pump up the crowd some more. They hopped down and go into their corner. As they wait for their opponents, the two play a quick game of Rock, Paper, and Scissors to see who gets to start first in the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, they are TEAM ADORABLE!!!

"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 ZACK JONES!!!

‘Kalki’ by E.S. Posthumus starts to play. Once the intro is done, the lights cut out. The Sanskrit symbol for Capricorn appears on the Tron with the word “E.S. POSTHUMUS” underneath it. A column of light shines up from the Stage. A pillar of vapor rises up through the Light. The image on the Tron is replaced by the word “I.N.F.E.R.N.O.”. Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his partner, he is INFERNO!!!

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DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings and Zack Jones and Cali Lane start things off. The two competitors shake hands in the center of the ring before pulling apart. They then circle the ring before locking up. Zack quickly slips behind Cali, but she manages to escape his grip by catching him with multiple back elbows then hitting a dropkick that sends him out of the ring! Zack slowly gets to his feet on the outside, but he's taken out with a plancha, courtesy of Cali!

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Cali has taken early control of the match!

JACK WARREN: Who fucking cares? Tag in Inferno and call it a day, Zack!

Lane grabs the bigger Jones and eventually rolls him back into the ring. She then slides in and quickly grabs him by the head before charging towards the center of the ring and planting him with a running bulldog! Lane then goes for the cover!

RANDY THE PILOT: Jones already in trouble!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Zack powers out, causing the audience to cheer in response! Cali quickly gets to her feet and tags out to Caitlin! The two wait for Zack to get to his feet before he gets caught with a double team dropkick! Cali then exits the ring as Caitlin goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Zack could very well be done right here, ladies and gentlemen!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jones powers out yet again, getting another round of cheers. Caitlin gets to her feet and waits for the SSWA World champion to do the same before she charged forward and hits a swinging neckbreaker! Once she's got the Philadelphian down on the mat, Bellamy quickly rushes over to a corner and exits out on the apron before climbing up the turnbuckles! She then waits for Jones to get to his feet before she tries to go for a diving crossbody, only for her opponent to catch her with a dropkick to the gut!

JACK WARREN: Yes, good job, Zack! Now tag in the only guy important in this match!

RANDY THE PILOT: He just dropkicked that poor white girl so hard, she still hasn't caught her breath!

The high flyer quickly gets to his feet afterwards, trying to shake off the cobwebs. He then waits for Caitlin to get to her feet before taking her down with a leg lariat! Zack then quickly springs up to both feet and motions to Inferno, getting a huge pop from the audience...before he walks over and tags him in!

BRIAN MASON: Here comes Inferno!

Inferno enters the ring and Zack exits, allowing his partner to continue the match. Inferno quickly grabs Cailtin and immediately puts her in a headlock, which gets a round of cheers from the PDW fanboys in attendance. She eventually manages to push him into a corner, forcing the ref to come in and split them up. Caitlin then fires off with a chop but is met with one in return, Inferno’s clearly doing a lot more damage! She stumbles backwards, allowing the PDW Grand Slam champion to move forward and catch her with a stiff spinning heel kick to the face! Bellamy falls to the mat and he goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: YES, INFERNO! YAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!

RANDY THE PILOT: ....You are one weird motherfucker, Jack.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The audience gives out a mixture of cheers and sighs as Caitlin manages to kickout. Inferno gets to his feet again and thinks about what he should go for next before he quickly grabs Caitlin and looks to go for a snap suplex, only for Bellamy to slip behind him! She catches him with a dropkick that sends him crashing into his partner, sending Zack off the apron and to the ground! Inferno then turns around and eats a running high knee for his troubles, sending him falling to the mat! Caitlin then begins crawling towards Cali, clearly using the breathing room she just gained to get out of the ring and save some energy.

BRIAN MASON: Smart move by Caitlin! She's about to make the tag to Cali!

Bellamy crawls and claws all the way to Cali before finally slapping her hand and tagging her in! Cali quickly hopped on the ropes then leaped off, catching a recovering Inferno with a crossbody! Cali then gets to her feet and waits for Inferno to do the same before she catches him with a hurricanrana! She then goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: What are these bitches doing?! STOP HITTING INFERNO!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cali quickly gets to her feet after the kickout and waits for Inferno to get to his feet again before she catches him with a headscissors takedown! Cali then hits a standing moonsault on a lying Inferno before she goes for the cover!

RANDY THE PILOT: Blonde white girl ain't fucking around tonight, bruh.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cali lets out a sigh of frustration before she gets to her feet and motions for Inferno to do the same. She then quickly exits out onto the apron and climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle! Once up top, she waits for Inferno to get up before she leaps and goes for a diving crossbody, but Inferno dodged the move at the last second before tagging out to Jones, who just manages to get back on the apron right now!

BRIAN MASON: And Zack is back in the match!

Zack springboards into the ring and catches Cali with a dropkick, sending her rolling out of the ring! Zack then waits for Cali to get up outside of the ring before he takes her out with a suicide dive to a huge pop! Jones then grabs Lane and rolls her back into the ring before sliding in himself and going for the cover!

JACK WARREN: Stupid Cali! If The Man was in her position, he would have moved out of the way!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Still not enough to end this match!

Zack gets to his feet again and grabs Cali as well before getting her up to both feet as well. He then Irish whips her into the ropes, forcing her to hit them, but never bounce back as she holds on! Jones charges forward after that, but he is met with a boot to the face that sends him reeling backwards! Lane then moves forward but is met with a spinning high knee that knocks the spit right out of her mouth! Jones then drops down and goes for the cover as the audience counts along!

BRIAN MASON: HOLY HELL, WHAT A SPINNING HIGH KNEE! Cali Lane might need to visit the dentist after that one!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: If this shit is going to continue, can Zack tag in Inferno, for fuck’s sake?

Jones gets to his feet after the kickout and immediately motions for Cali to get to her feet. She slowly does before he goes for a superkick, only for Lane to dodge it and roll him up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Bruh, could you imagine the reaction from the fans if she just pulled that off?

Both competitors are quick to get to their feet, but Cali manages to catch Zack with a frankensteiner! She then quickly crawls to her partner and tags her in to cheers! Caitlin then hits the ring and waits for Zack to somewhat get up to both feet before she grabs him by the head and plants him into the mat with a sitout facebuster! Bellamy then turns Jones over and goes for the pin, hooking both legs!

BRIAN MASON: What a sitout facebuster by Caitlin! She may have Zack right here!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: I just realized I hate Shane Atwater for practically forcing me to watch Caitlin Bellamy wrestle.

Bellamy gets to her feet and looks at the downed Jones before she runs towards the ropes to the left of him. She then proceeds to perform a handspring before eventually landing on the SSWA World champion with a moonsault! She goes for the cover again!

RANDY THE PILOT: How impressive was that, Jack?

JACK WARREN: Shut the fuck up, you fat shit!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!!!

Jones manages to throw his shoulder up at two, keeping the match going! Caitlin gets to her feet and she tags in Cali. The two young women, once both in the ring, then grab Zack and slowly get him up before they toss him into the ropes! However, Zack holds on once he hits the ropes! Caitlin charges forward after that, but Zack lowers his shoulder and sends her flying out of the ring! Cali then makes a move, but Zack catches her with a superkick that drops her right where she stands!

BRIAN MASON: Zack Jones is on fire right now!

RANDY THE PILOT: He found that third or like fourth wind!

Zack then quickly hurries over and tags Inferno before racing towards the ropes separating him and Caitlin before hitting a tope con giro, taking her out! Inferno then grabs Cali and quickly lifts her before driving her into the mat with a Psycho Driver! Inferno then goes for the cover as the audience, who are still groaning in pain from the dangerous move, count along!

BRIAN MASON: EFFIN ROCK’D!!!

JACK WARREN: YES! CRIPPLE INFERNO CRIPPLE!

RANDY THE PILOT: Jermaine would either be smiling or crying right now at the death of this white woman.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners...INFERNO AND ZACK JONES....TEAM DDDDDDDDDDDDDDLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCC!

Zack slides right back into the ring after the bell rings and hugs Inferno before the two get their hands raised in victory. They then begin celebrating, but that’s cut short when Team Adorable enters the ring again and stands face-to-face...before shaking their hands to a big pop!

WINNERS: Team DLC (11:01)
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As “Uptown Funk” begins to echo around the arena, Whisper Viperi indicates to the entranceway.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing now our new Vice-President of Talent Relations… CASSIUS REED!

Disco lights start to pulse around the entranceway, as Cassius Reed moonwalks into the arena, black designer suit a stark contrast to the bright red shirt beneath it. He spins on the ball of his foot at the top of the ramp, before spreading his arms wide and looking skyward as golden pyros erupt, like champagne corks, from either side of him, showering the entranceway in golden sparks. He pauses for only a moment at the top of the ramp before strutting down to the ring, trading high fives with the crowd before making his way over to the ring steps. He shuffles along the side of the ring, before wiping his feet on the apron, and slipping in between the middle and top ropes. In the ring, Cassius hops to the centre, before spinning on the ball of his foot, pulling a microphone out of his suit’s inside pocket as it flies around him. He pauses a moment as he poses at the end of the spin with a flourish, before bringing the microphone to his lips.

CASSIUS REED: HOW YOU DOING TONIGHT HKW ARE YOU FUNKY?

There’s some response from the crowd, but a good amount stay quiet, not quite sure of who the man before them is.

CASSIUS REED: Damn suckas, did Cassius stutter? We out here giving you all a dynamite show, Cassius come out to introduce himself to you, and you gunna play him with some “cool story bro” attitude? Damn suckas that’s cold. Now Cassius going to ask you again, and you gunna answer Cassius like you mean it, or he’s gunna sit here all night and ain’t no-one gunna see some of the best wrestling action in the world. NOW, HKW, ARE YOU FEELING FUNKY?

The response is somewhat louder this time. Whether the audience is warming to the newcomer or whether they believe his threat is up for debate.

CASSIUS REED: Now Cassius only want to take a few moments of your time tonight, as you ain’t paid to see him jibber jabber the whole night through. He got a couple of things he has to say.

Cassius pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, checking his notes. He clears his throat

CASSIUS REED: Cassius does solemnly swear that he will funkily execute the Office of Vice-President of Talent Relations, and will to the best of his ability preserve, protect and defend the Funkstitution of the Hard Knox Wrestling.

Cassius’ unique “oath of office” raises a murmur of laughter from the crowd. Cassius balls up the pieces of paper and tosses it over his shoulder.

CASSIUS REED: NOW! As your Vice-President of Talent Relations, Cassius got lots of exciting plans coming up for both bringing in new talent, as well as pushing our existing talent to be the best they can be. You’ve already seen some of our new signings announced on the net, as well as the new exclusive contracts for our most valued talents. Well Cassius can also tell you all that there’s a killer new signing coming in soon, a big name in our biz. Cassius can’t tell you who yet, or when, but there are rumblings that this is gunna be a game changer. Legit.

There’s a murmur of curiosity from the crowd.

CASSIUS REED: Now, Cassius gunna let you all savor that titbit, but before he goes, he’s got to introduce you all to the rest of his team. You see, Cassius may be the brotha with his name on the office and taking all the credit, but it ain’t just him involved. He just wants to take a minute to introduce you to his team. The talent are gunna see these suckas more, but they deserve credit. HEY, GUYS, GET OUT HERE!

Out from the back step four people; an older man in a suit, an attractive young lady in an designer dress, an imposing well-muscled man in a tight t-shirt with jeans, and a scruffy young man in baggy jeans and a hoodie.

CASSIUS REED: INTRODUCING… former wrestler, agent, manager, what this brotha knows about contracts don’t exist… heading up contract negiotiations… BRYAN CADE!

Bryan, the elder man in the suit, gives a quick wave to the crowd.

CASSIUS REED: NEXT… some of you cats may recognise her if you ever watched Portland Pro, our chief Talent Liaison… VICTORIA KOZAK!

The young lady excitedly bounces, waving to the crowd, some of which obviously recognising her, the rest more enjoying what they see as she excitedly bounce.

CASSIUS REED: Now this brotha don’t need no introduction. Your new Head Road Agent, keeping things moving on both brands as they travel the world, multiple time champion and trainer of monster… the BIG… BAD… JUSTIN BROOKS!

The large man merely nods as the Vegas crowd cheer him.

CASSIUS REED: And finally, out of Canada, our new Head Scout, who’ll also be Cassius’ liaison with those funky cats over at RISE. He’s been training all kinds of suckas up in Canada for years, including yours truly… MAURICE PASCAL!

The scruffy looking man gives half a salute to the crowd.

CASSIUS REED: THESE ARE CASSIUS’ FUNKTASTIC FOUR! Under Cassius’ guidance, we gunna be working to keep HKW a force to be reckoned with in this industry!

A cheer from the crowd.

CASSIUS REED: Now, if you’ll excuse Cassius, time to get you back to your regularly scheduled programming. TOODLES!

Cassius pops the microphone back in his pocket as Uptown Funk plays up once more, as he leaves the ring and struts up to his team at the top of the ramp, before the quintet vanish backstage.

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We see the SubVersion general manager, Joseph Perello, making his way down the hallway with his phone pressed against his ear. His suit is a SubVersion blue, his face now nearly covered up entirely by his beard.

JOSEPH PERELLO: Yeah, I feel like we got the better out of both deals. We’re not done yet either. There’s a blockbuster trade we’re discussing now that will shake up the landscape of Hard Knox Wrestling.

Perello smirks as he turns down the hallway and heads toward his office, but sees one of his newest acquisitions standing right outside the door.

JOSEPH PERELLO: Let me give you a call back, boss. One of my talents is right in front of me and I believe she has something to say.

The SubVersion GM pulls his phone down and slides it in his pocket just as the camera pans out to reveal the recently signed Taryn Willow.

JOSEPH PERELLO: Miss Willow. I apologize if you’ve been waiting for awhile. Busy night tonight, and it’s just going to get busier next weekend.

Perello pushes his office door and waves Taryn inside. He moves toward his desk and picks up an e-cig, taking a pull from it before he turns around to look at Taryn.

JOSEPH PERELLO: What can I help you with?

Taryn takes a seat and asks.

TARYN WILLOW: Mr. Perello i know you are probably very busy but I’ve been wondering for awhile now since the news went down. Why did you trade for me? Me out of all people on that brand you chose to trade for me. What made you come to that choice?

Perello chuckles as he takes another pull from his e-cig and exhales.

JOSEPH PERELLO: There’s a few reasons really. First, iGNITE and SubVersion have always lacked on female talent. We’ve had some good ones, but it wasn’t until 5150 broke out where we had legitimate female stars on this brand. After that, we signed Nina Stokes, Lady Magdalena, Sophie El and many more who are already dubbed stars, or could become stars.

He pauses, dropping his e-cig on his desk.

JOSEPH PERELLO: You and Ms. Kristiansen both are two people who I believe could become stars on this brand, and I was willing to gamble on it. You add in the fact that both of you already have an impressive resume and I believe it’s easy to see why I made the deal. As talented as Mr. Mayson and Mr. Armadaist are… they did not fit this brand, while you and Ms. Kristensian do.

Taryn leans back in her chair and responds.

TARYN WILLOW: Well I do appreciate the fact you think I “could” become a future star on Subversion. It just shocked me that with all the shit I’ve caused not only in my career but from what everyone else has seen. The fact that I was even a suggestion to be traded was a shocker. I mean, I’ve been struggling to break through the glass ceiling when it comes to finally winning the big matches. I know I’m still fresh with little under 50 career matches under my belt just I hope for my sake and this brand's sake I do pay off for you guys.

Rubs her chin then asks.

TARYN WILLOW: Was I your first suggestion to be traded for or was there other options before me? Like was there no one else and you had to settle for me of all people.

Laughs.

JOSEPH PERELLO: I’m afraid I can’t get into all those details. Every single deal Romeo and I have made all ties into something else. If I were to answer that question, I’d give you information on another potential deal coming soon. All you need to know is that SubVersion wanted you, and SubVersion got you.

Perello feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, immediately pulling it out to read the name on the screen.

JOSEPH PERELLO: I have to take this. You, uh…

Perello stands up and walks toward his office door.

JOSEPH PERELLO: Make yourself at home in this office if you want. I won’t be using it anymore. We’ll see you next week on SubVersion.

Perello walks right through the door and presses his phone against his ear, leaving Taryn back in the office.

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

A Cut Above, plays, leading to William Alexander Andrews coming out from the back with an unzipped, zip-up hoody. He pauses at the top of the walkway and looks around. William takes a deep breath, exhales and nods his head before walking to the ring.

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

As he approaches the ring, he runs parallel to the ring, jumps and slides on his knee along the apron.

BRIAN MASON: The only fourth generation wrestler in our company is looking to keep his winning ways alive tonight, but he’s got a tough challenge in Lo’Renzo “Flipp” Porter.

RANDY THE PILOT: Word. Should be a good one. Especially with DeMarcus and D’Wayne both at ringside.

He holds onto the middle rope with one hand and with the other, holds up his thumb, index, middle, and pinky fingers, showing the back of his hand to the camera. He enters the run over the middle rope and bounces around, keeping warm while DeMarcus Gresham makes his way down the ramp to be in his partners corner.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent!

"No Favors" by Jose Guapo begins to play in the arena as the crowd lets out a mixed reaction. Standing on the stage D’Wayne Porter stands with his hands formed into a pyramid shape.

WHISPER VIPERI: Coming to the ring hailing from the NINE...D’WAYNE PORTER!

He taps his chest before making his way down the aisle to the ring. He talks back and forth with some people in the crowd before getting into the ring. He gets to a knee, before standing throwing up the pyramid once more as he gets ready for the match to begin.

RANDY THE PILOT: MY NINJAAAAAAAS THE FLAVA BROS IN THE HOUSE!

JACK WARREN: Never thought I’d say this, but I actually want Ashley Sulllivan to win later tonight. Mainly so we can get Gresham and Andrews against the Flava Bros. at Divine Supremacy.

BRIAN MASON: Welp, you’re about to get half of that right now! And with both DeMarcus and D’Wayne at ringside… anything can happen!

Both competitors talk to their partners at ringside while the referee takes position and signals for the bell!

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DING! DING!! DING!!!


Immediately the two locked up. struggling for a bit in the C&E lock before William switched behind his opponent. Cinching in a waist lock. He tried to lift Lo'Renzo up for a german, but Lo'Renzo managed to block. He tried to elbow out but William ducked. This however allowed Lo'Renzo to spin around and go for a front facelock, only for the experienced Andrews to take him down with a drop-toehold.

William grabbed Lo'renzo by his leg and tried to turn him over for a boston crab. Lo'renzo lashed out with several kicks and actually managed to stun William. Suddenly he pulled him in close, rolling him into a pin!

ONE!

TW-!

KICKOUT!

Both men rolled to their feet. Lo'Renzo hit the ropes and charged at William who attempted a chopblock that Lo'Renzo leapt over, hitting a Dropkick on the return.

RANDY THE PILOT: Lo’Renzo with a nice counter on William!

BRIAN MASON: You think William is gonna think twice about trying something like that again?

As both men hit the mat, Lo’Renzo energetically popped back up to his feet. Giving the crowd their money’s worth with a few slick dance moves capped off with a moonwalk and a stiff enzuigiri that brought WAA down just as he was getting to his feet.

Lorenzo didn't waste his chance and immediately went for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Keeping his cool, Lo'Renzo picked WAA up and tried to whip him into the turnbuckles, only for the bigger, stronger man to reverse the momentum and send Lo'Renzo into the corner.

He charged after Lo'Renzo and rocked him with stiff forearm shots in the corner. As Lo'Renzo slumped he tried for a shoulder tackle, but Lo'renzo got his knee up and rammed it into William Andrews face.

BRIAN MASON: It seems that every time William thinks he has Lo’Renzo, Lo’ comes back and counters at the right moment.

JACK WARREN: Don’t start getting a big head though. W.A.A will make you suffer the moment he can. He will do whatever he needs to win.

As William staggered back, Lo'Renzo grabbed him in a facelock, limbing onto the middle rope, He went for a tornado DDT, only for WAA to use his strength to throw Lo'Renzo off.

Lo'Renzo landed on his feet, but William immediately took him down with a running STO.

BRIAN MASON: Now it’s William with a good counter! He has Lo’ right where he needs him!

William grabbed Lo'Renzo's leg and once again tried to lock in a single-leg boston crab.

This time, it worked and William leaned back to increase the pressure.

as Lo'renzo struggled against the pain, trying to crawl his way to the ropes..

RANDY THE PILOT: We might see a ninja tap right here!

He managed to make it and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, forcing a break.

BRIAN MASON: Lo’Renzo breaking the hold to keep this match alive!

His reprieve was sort lived however, as William kneed him against the ropes. Ramming his knees into the side of Lo'Renzo's lower abdomen. The referee ordered Andrews to back off, and the 4th generation wrestler listened...

...Only to charge in again with a chopblock that took Lo’Renzo off his feet. Fortunately, Lo'Renzo was smart enough to roll out of the ring and away from the onslaught, massaging and rolling his knees to try and mitigate some of the damage Andrews had done. Instead of charging out after his opponent, Andrews decided to simply WAIT for Lo'Renzo to come back in. Andrews knew he had the advantage. Now he just had to KEEP it.

Carefully, Lo'Renzo climbed back in the ring...

William was on him the SECOND he stepped between the ropes. Trying to bring him off his feet with a double-leg takedown. But Lo'Renzo used those same legs to fight back, kneeing Andrews in the head multiple times to force him to let go. Roaring out to fire himself up, Lo'Renzo stepped back and took William Andrews down with a spinning roundhouse to the skull. Getting a pop from the crowd.

JACK WARREN: That’s gonna hurt in the morning…

Keeping the adrenaline running, Lo'Renzo hit the ropes and leapt off with a springboard moonsault that struck gold!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-!

Suddenly William grabbed Lo'Renzo's leg! Rolling out of the pin, he tried to lock in another leg submission, but Lo'Renzo kicked him away with his good leg.

Immediately, Lo'Renzo rolled to his feet, and...

The Juice-!
(flash kick)

No!

William ducked at the last second! He rolled out the way to get some distance from those lethal legs. Eyeing his opponent warily, William tried to look for a gap in his defences, a chink in his armour.

He decided to create one himself by rudely spitting in Lo'Renzo's face, causing the enraged Lo'Renzo to charge madly towards him. Something the crafty technician could easily take advantage of, bringing Lo’Renzo to the mat with a drop-toehold.

BRIAN MASON: Questionable move by both William and Lo’Renzo there.

JACK WARREN: Do whatever you gotta do to win! I applaud the man!

Grabbing Lo'Renzo's ankle, William lifted him up for a kneebreak-

Victory Roll from Lo'Renzo!

ONE!







TWO!








THR-!

KICKOUT!!

Both men rolled to their feet and Lo'Renzo grabbed William. Going for a Flip Driver. But William threw him off with a back bodydrop only for Lo'Renzo to land on his feet. He hit the ropes and came back in with a running headscissors-

Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from William!!

Keeping the pressure on, literally, William pressed Lo'Renzo's spine against his knee with a backbreaker submission. Lo'Renzo tried to knee his way out, but William caught the leg and turned it into a Cowboy Collar!!!

William pressed down on Lo'Renzo's leg as he tried to crawl and scramble to the ropes...


He managed to grab a hold, but William wasn't waiting for the referee to force a break. Instead he switched his grip to Lo'Renzo's waist and THREW him overhead with a german suplex!

BRIAN MASON: William put some oomph on that suplex!

Lo'Renzo landed on his feet! This time though, he stumbled a bit due to the weakness in his leg.

JACK WARREN: How?!

RANDY THE PILOT: FLAVA BROS!

Taking advantage, William charged in with a clothesline but Lo'Renzo dropped low and William went falling out the ring. Lo'Renzo hi the ropes and came flying out the ring with a beautiful Suicide Triangle Moonsault. William dodged out the way, but Lo'Renzo was able to land on his feet on TOP OF THE BARRICADE!!

CROWD (*CHEERS!!!*)

William didn't even have time to turn around as Lo'Renzo leapt off and caught him with a reverse dragonrana that SMACKED his neck against the barricade!!

BRIAN MASON: Lo’Renzo is unreal tonight! He wants that victory bad!

William slumped down, unmoving as Lo'Renzo pumped his fist in the air to pump the crowd more. William still hadn't moved and Lo'Renzo KNEW he had this match in the bag. He went to pull William in the ring when DeMarcus suddely grabbed William arm to prevent Lo'Renzo from getting his ally back in the ring!

BRIAN MASON: DeMarcus finally coming into play, you had to wonder when that was gonna happen.

DeMarcus didn’t seem willing to listen until D’Wayne suddenly came in and blasted him with a forearm! The two started brawling on the outside, but unfortunately for Lo’Renzo, the commotion had given William time to recover. And with the referee’s line of sight blocked by the ring, William scored with a ruthless low blow!

Grabbing his opponent , William violently slammed him against the apron’s edge with a vicious spinebuster!

Wasting zero time, William rolled Lo'Renzo into the ring and tried to lock in the Cowboy Cloverleaf. But despite the pain he was in, Lo'Renzo still had the awareness to grab hold of the ropes and stop the submission.

JACK WARREN: Dude, you tried this several times and it has not worked. Rework the plan!

BRIAN MASON: Have to agree there, Lo’ all seems able to have just enough awareness to make it to the ropes.

This time, William let out a roar of frustration at his submission being countered with a THIRD ropebreak! Grabbing Lo'Renzo, he savagely yanked him to his feet and SLAMMED him against the turnbuckle with a running spinebuster!!

As Lo'Renzo collapsed on the mat, William grabbed his own neck in pain. It was still hurting, and running like that hadn't helped. Still, his rage fueled his attacks as he began to stomp aggressively on Lo'Renzo's lower back. Trying to stamp the annoying gnat into a smear beneath his boot! Grabbing Lo'Renzo again, he whipped him into the opposite corner, charging in with a running-

William stopped in his tracks! Clutching his neck again as sharp pain flared up through his spine!

It was the opening that Lo'Renzo needed, and he exploded out the corner with a flying forearm!! Grabbing William in a headlock, he slammed his fist into the top of his skull over and over again!

Suddenly, William caught the arm! Trying to turn it into a hammerlock, but Lo'Renzo punched him square in the face with his free hand, forcing the break!

The two men rolled away from each other as they both slowly stood to their feet. William favoring his neck, while Lo'Renzo favoured his back. Outside the ring, D'Wayne and DeMarcus were still brawling.

Lo'Renzo leapt up, going for The Juice-!

Dragon Screw counter from William!

He maintained the hold, rolling into a single leg Boston Crab!! Wrenching on the hold!!


There was nowhere for Lo'Renzo to go! William was between him and the ropes! The pain surged through his spine!


BRIAN MASON: This might be it! Lo’Renzo is nowhere near the ropes!

RANDY THE PILOT: COME ON Lo!



He tried to fight it...








His hand raised...





Would he tap..?







Lo'Renzo-!!

WHAM!!

A sudden impact caused William to stumble, forcing him to let go. As they had been brawling outside, DeMarcus had caught D'Wayne in a fallaway slam and accidentally thrown him into his own ally!

BRIAN MASON: Seems the brawl outside the ring as DeMarcus just caused Willaim’s to lose his grip and break the hold inadvertently

William was livid

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS!!: WHAT is WRONG with you!! Keep out the ring and stay away from my match!

Shaking his head at the people he had to deal with, William moved to finish off his opponent-

Wait?

Where'd he-

GRINGO CUTTER!!!

BRIAN MASON: W.A.A did NOT see that coming!

RANDY THE PILOT: FROM OUT OF NOWHERE

JACK WARREN: Shut up Randy for fuck’s sake.

The move caught William off guard and Lo'Renzo maintained the hold, rolling it back into:

The Verdict!!!
(Crossface)

Lo'Renzo leaned back, applying pressure with his best submission!! William tried to fight it, but with his neck already in searing pain, he had no choice but to tap.

DING! DING DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner, by submission Lo'Renzo!! PORTER!!!

Lo'Renzo immediately leaves the ring and moves toward his partner as DeMarcus slides into the ring and checks on his. Lo'Renzo smirks as he sees the look on DeMarcus' face while he helps his partner back to his feet.

BRIAN MASON: What an incredible match for sure. But you have to think William and DeMarcus are gonna have a strong talk back stage. William’s had the match all but won until DeMarcus accidentally forced the break.

RANDY THE PILOT: Flava Bros!

Lo'Renzo and D'Wayne make their way up the entrance ramp, while DeMarcus and W.A.A argue inside the ring. Defiance transitions to an ad break after focusing on the argument between Surgical Tendencies for a few seconds.

WINNER: Lo'Renzo Porter via submission (11:01)
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There was a big fight feel in the air for Defiance 50 with all of the Hard Knox talent under one roof. Add in the fact that Defiance was celebrating its fiftieth episode (a feat many companies couldn’t get halfway to) and it was damn near like a pay per view!

That’s exactly how Defiance interviewer Eli Zayn was treating it, roaming around the halls with a bottle of Hennessy in his hand. He took a quick swig right out the bottle as he turned down the hall and saw Thee Supreme herself, Felicity Banks, heading toward the very back of the arena.

ELI ZAYN: HEEEEEY! FEL! YOU’RE HERE!!

Felicity flipped her sweatshirt hood off of her head as she turned around and glared at Eli. She shrugged her shoulders as if she was asking Eli what he wanted, then watched as he stumbled her way.

ELI ZAYN: You can’t hide from meee, Felly Beeeee!

The quirky interviewer chuckled, taking another quick swig from his bottle of Hennessy as he got closer to the triple crown winner.

ELI ZAYN: What are yooooou doing down here in the deepest darkest parts of the arena?

Felicity glanced over at the bottle of Hennessy in Eli’s hand and slammed her eyes shut, a frustration filled sigh escaping her out of her lips.

FELICITY BANKS: I’m looking for Alexa, Eli. She likes to hang out in places where normal people wouldn’t go, so… yah. Basically playing Where’s Waldo right now in real life.

She made eye-contact with Eli right as he hiccuped and nearly fell into the wall.

FELICITY BANKS: I really don’t feel like dealing with you if you’re drunk, Eli. You’re kinda annoying sober, and I absolutely hate being around drunk people. Chances are I’ll knock your head off your shoulders if you stumble into me, or, like… breathe on me or something.

Due to the fact that he was loaded, Eli assumed Felicity was just joking around as he waved her comments off and took a step forward.

ELI ZAYN: Aw shucks! Drunk?! I’m not drunk, Fel! I’m just loving life right now! Come on! I’ll help you find Blackbird McGee!

Eli took a step forward, but didn’t get far as he tripped over his own feet and went flying down the hall! He dropped the microphone he was holding, but held onto to the bottle of Hennessy which was undoubtedly more important to him.

ELI ZAYN: Fel! Your friend just sic’d one of her ghosts on me! She’s trying to smash my bottle, Fel!

Felicity couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Eli rolling around on the ground. Knowing this was her chance to get away, she grabbed the microphone that Eli dropped and motioned for the camera crew to follow her. She jogged down the hall and reached the very back of the arena, looking over her shoulder to make sure the camera crew had caught up.

FELICITY BANKS: Kay. It’s right through that door there.

She pointed ahead.

FELICITY BANKS: If you’re afraid of clowns, spiders or little people you should probably turn around right now. If you’re not, follow me.

The triple crown winner faced forward and pushed through the door, walking right into the part of the arena that the Global champion used as her lair.

FELICITY BANKS: Laaaaalaaaaaaa.

Nothing.

It was dark, but there was enough light coming from the camera to make almost everything in front of Felicity visible.

FELICITY BANKS: Laaaaalaaaaaaaa. Sami? Lucky? Zagan? Alexa? Someone?

Still nothing.

Felicity continued moving forward, but reached a wall which made it impossible for her to go any further. She let out a sigh before she turned around and stared into the camera.

FELICITY BANKS: ARE YOU NOT GOING TO POP UP, ALEXA?! IS THE BIG BAD RAVEN SCARED OF THEE SUPREEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAH?!

It was obvious that Felicity was trying to bait Alexa into showing her face, but it was even more obvious that Alexa had no intention of doing so.

FELICITY BANKS: So sad. I seriously thought the Global champion would at least show her face once before our blockbuster match! I thought that my friend would actually want to have a little chat before we try to kill each other! But no! The sooo uber scary and extra terrifying Alexa Corra is hiding!

Felicity began to walk back toward the door, keeping quiet just in case she heard something. Finally realizing that Alexa wasn’t coming out, Felicity walked back out the door and saw Eli lying motionless on the ground, the bottle of Hennessy still in his hand.

FELICITY BANKS: Damn. I wanted him to interview me too.

She said, as she pulled the door behind her closed and glanced down at the microphone in her other hand.

FELICITY BANKS: But I really don’t need him to talk. It’s been a long, long time since I properly vented out my frustrations on a microphone. Hell, even before I took time off I hadn’t said any of the things that I actually wanted to say because I’ve been tied up in these personal beefs that keep playing out in front of the whole world to see.

Pausing for a moment, she pulled the microphone up toward her lips and smirked.

FELICITY BANKS: But here I am now… with no one calling me out. No one accusing me of nonsense. No one trying to purposely piss me off because they enjoy getting a rise out of me. Just me, the camera team, and a microphone.

Before she continued, Felicity took a few steps away from the door. Knowing Alexa as well as she did, Felicity didn’t put it past her lifelong friend to pop up out of nowhere and get the quick jump on her. Once she was a safe distance away and could keep her eyes on all of her surroundings, Felicity licked her lips and began.

FELICITY BANKS: Since May 29th I’ve been out of commission because I finally decided to get my shoulder fixed. Obviously I’ve shown up to shows, but I haven’t been able to do what I wholeheartedly believe I do better than anyone else in this entire business, but that’s neither here nor there. I expected to see some kind of change on Defiance while I was on the shelf, you know? I expected to see a bunch of hungry wrestlers scratching and clawing to get to the top, knowing full well that my absence left a pretty big gap for not only Defiance, but HKW as a whole.

She stopped, brushing her hair away from her eye.

FELICITY BANKS: But what did I come back to? Not a single ounce of change. Not a single person stepped up in my absence other than Brian Stryker who went from having street fights in Disney World, to main eventing our company’s biggest show on HBO to date. The chance to breakthrough and grab that imaginary brass ring was right there for everyone! Literally ANYONE could’ve grabbed it -- and no one did.

She shrugged nonchalantly.

FELICITY BANKS: But I guess that just proves something that I’ve known for a long, long time. Hard Knox Wrestling needs Felicity Banks waaaay more than Felicity Banks needs Hard Knox Wrestling. Luckily enough for this company, the fans who chant my name and wear my t-shirts mean enough to me to keep me here. If it wasn’t for them, I wooooould just go back to a 4CW. I wooooould just sign with Frontier Grappling Arts. Hell, I coooooould move to Japan and sell out arenas all over that country every single night! But these fans? The HKW nation? They’re the ones that push me away from the edge while everyone else tries to push me towards it. They’re the ones that make every last one of us what we are! And they deserve... better. Much better than what they’ve been getting.

She stopped, but only to think over her next set of words.

FELICITY BANKS: Makes me sick that the No Limits championship isn’t being defended at the second biggest event of the year, while Sine Mora’s defending their titles week in and week out but people are still trying to belittle their reign. Drives me crazy knowing that instead of cashing in MY World GO briefcase, I have to focus on retiring my brother after ten long freaking years of underachieving. Instead of winning the HKW World championship for a second time, I have to put an end to a power crazed maniac who no one even thinks of as a wrestler anymore!

Her cheeks were starting to turn red, the rage that’s been building up since the end of 2015 finally seeping through.

FELICITY BANKS: But once I’m done with that? There will be no more distractions. No more family wars. No more stabbing in the back. It’ll just be me… with a clear path toward the HKW World championship.

Finally calming down a bit, Felicity smirked and cocked her head to the side.

FELICITY BANKS: This face? It’s not going anywhere but back to the top. My ring. My home. My kingdom.

With nothing else to say, Felicity dropped the microphone and walked back toward the locker rooms as the camera transitioned to ringside.

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As the scene fades back into the arena the ruckus Vegas crowd was pumped as the show continued and was awaiting to see what was bound to happen next. The lights dim darkening the arena to pitch black. After two minutes go by building the anticipation in the arena "Cali Dreamin'" by. Kid Ink hits the PA system with a cobra is shown centered in the middle of the Knoxtron as various Emilio Vialpando highlights play in the background while the snake's body begins to pulsate as the music plays.

California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, (tha alumni) stay, stay
California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, stay, stay


The music takes a pause for a moment as the knoxtron fades to black but the outline of the cobra is seen still pulsating. Fans are heard chanting "EMILIO! EMILIO! EMILIO!". Thirty seconds later sparks begin to rain down on the stage as Emilio Vialpando is seen standing there dressed in a Nike tank top and camo cargo shorts along with a pair of some new KD 9’s to match looking out to the fans as the music returns to play. The video package comes back minus the cobra in the center.

BRIAN MASON: Oh great. I wonder what this Subversion Dickhead has to say.

RANDY THE PILOT: Aye chill off all that noise, Mase. This is Defiance 50 and Emilio done been here since the beginning. Show some respect why don’t you!

JACK WARREN: I was too! Where’s my respect?! Where’s my praise?! Huh?! I’m the man, Randy! THE MAN!

BRIAN MASON: Fine. FINE! Just because it’s Defiance 50 I’ll be respectful. He did hold our World Championship before anyways...The better of the top tier championships might I say. He might of held that knock off over on Subversion but that doesn’t matter right now. It’s all about Defiance baby! DEFIANCE!!!

Emilio makes his way down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as they cheered him on. Instead of carrying on with his normal entrance routine he sprints into the ring. He then goes over to a corner turnbuckle across from him yelling out at them. “DEFIANCE 50! HKW! THIS IS MY HOME! THIS ES MI CASA?!”. The fans cheer as he hops off the turnbuckle and was handed a microphone by Whisper Viperi. His theme song fades away slowly leaving the roar of the crowd to take over. Emilio laughs and blushes a bit at the cheers he was receiving from the Defiance crowd. He nods to himself as raises the microphone up to his lips.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Hola?!
Pop style err I mean pop from the crowd.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Jajaja! Ah man...I know I may of showed up here a couple shows ago but it wasn’t like this. I didn’t come out here like I am now. It feels...Ah man jaja, this is crazy.

More cheers.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: You guys don’t know how crazy it feels to actually be standing in a Defiance ring again. Like forreal breh. It makes me truly appreciate how long I have been here in Hard Knox Wrestling. How long I have been in this business...This.

He points down the the ring.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: This is where it all began. Defiance. This is where my career began...Ah man.

He takes a few steps back and rubs his head trying to process his feelings.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Lo siento, I didn’t know how crazy it’d be to actually be back here.

The fans cheer Emilio on as he takes a moment to look out to the crowd.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Alright. Alright. Let’s not get carried away now. As you already know I am the captain of Team Subversion.

Boos are heard from the crowd who were in support of Defiance and a few cheers from those who were there to support Subversion. Emilio chuckles to himself seeing the divide in the crowd.

FAN: DEFIANCE NEEDS YOU BACK EMILIO! COME HOME!

Emilio laughs as he looks over to the young fan that shouted out at him.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Jaja, everybody needs The Show. Subversion needs The Show. Defiance needs The Show. AIR needed The Show. 4CW needs The Show. FGA needs The Show...I know breh, everybody needs and wants Showtime but I’m home amigo. I’m home right now.

Emilio shrugs to himself.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: But back to what I was saying. I’m the captain for Team Subversion and you already know mi amigo y opposing captain already filled up his team. He surprised me. Nah legit, Jaxon surprised the hell out of me getting the acquistions he did. One minute I bring in Kol then he fires back with the World Tag Team Champs, Sine Mora. Then to counter that I bring in our Global Tag Team Champs, Project Continuum. Then he brings in the No Limits Champ, Luke Wisia. Then to counter that I bring in Veronica Taylor. So yeah, I’m sitting here like yeah this looks good. We’re even now. There’s no way he can top all that, right?

Emilio shakes his head while giving a Mutombo finger wag.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Nope. This nigga goes in and recruits Jinzai Y James Shark in one fucking night. No actually I think he got Luke that same night as well, right?

He sighs.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: So there I was pushed back in a corner thinking how...How the hell can I top that? How the hell can I come back and make us even with them again? I had options breh. I knew I could have called mi amigo Tony to come back to HKW to help me out but that nigga got some shit he gotta focus on and handle over in FGA so that was out the window. I knew I could probably look to see who on my roster was available but really no one is. One guy can’t nobody get ahold of. And I knew better than to call his wife cause I know all she’d do is fuck shit up so nah, that wasn’t happening.

He looks to the camera and shrugs.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Sorry, Kol.

A small laugh from the crowd. D

EMILIO VIALPANDO: So who? Who could I call on to help me out? Well...There was one guy. An amigo of mine but...But I wasn’t exactly sure if he’d be up to it. Keep in mind this guy hasn’t been in a wrestling ring for a entire year breh. But..But he just the big name that I need. A big enough name to stand up there with that fucking swerve of a pick up that James Shark was….

Emilio smirks.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Now I know this ain’t Subversion but...This is Defiance 50. This is one of the biggest shows of the year. The stage has been set. Showtime es here. And what better way or time even to announce the final member of Team Subversion? Exactly, there is none. So without further or due. Ladies and gentlemen, the final member of Team Subversion…….






















BRIAN MASON: Who is it?! Who the hell could he of gotten? I bet it’s some schmuck like Cain Morgan, HA!

RANDY THE PILOT: He said as big of a name as James Shark, not a shit stained toilet paper bruh.













































BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE FUCK?!

RANDY THE PILOT: THERE’S NO WAY BRUH?! THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY?!

JACK WARREN: HE’S NOT THE MAN!? HE’S...HE’S...UGGGGHH?!

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME,
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE, A BAD NAME!


FANS: OH SHIT #ODBVOICE! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The crowd instantly explodes as Bon Jovi’s timeless classic “You Give Love A Bad Name” hits the speakers - the theme belonging to none other than Christian Kane! The twelve year veteran steps out from behind the curtain, making his way out to the stage as the drums and guitar of the song kick in - pyro exploding above the Knoxtron, raining sparks all around the Handsome Drifter. With his long blonde hair tied up, he nods for a moment, looking out at the fans who are in utter disbelief, though still blowing the roof off of the T-Mobile Arena for Kane.

BRIAN MASON: SUBVERSION’S FINAL TEAM MEMBER IS...CHRISTIAN KANE!? I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!

As he slowly walks down the ramp, the Canadian removes his shades, clipping them onto the breast pocket of his leather dress shirt. Kane stops right at the bottom of the steel steps, taking another look around before smirking and entering the ring. He grins at Vialpando, the pair dapping before Christian leans through the ropes to take a microphone from a stagehand. He saunters into the middle of the ring, Emilio backing up slightly to give him the floor so to speak. The crowd, still wild as when his music first hit slowly begin to quieten down after Kane gestures them to. After they’ve all gone silent, anticipating Kane’s first few words with every passing millisecond, he finally speaks.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Now that’s what I’m talking about.

He nods to himself, as the fans cheer at his recognition of them.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Now that was a surprise worthy of Defiance 50 - I think we can all agree.

Once more, the fans in attendance all cheer.

BRIAN MASON: Absolutely! But he’s going to be on Subversion!

RANDY THE PILOT: This shit got even realer.

CHRISTIAN KANE: I just wanna make this abundantly clear so everyone knows and we got this outta the way. Only three people knew I was gonna come out here tonight. Those three were myself, Emilio, and one of the co-owners of this company, Blake Bridges. So I know you are all gonna wanna hear it, so let me tell the story. This all happened real recently, a couple of weeks ago recently. I’m coolin’ at home after getting top from my wife when I see none other than ‘SHOWTIME’ pop up on my caller ID, that’s my dude right here. So I’m wondering what he wants...then he asks me that magic question. ‘Will you be my team’s last pick? Will you be Subversion’s Savior?’. Well let me tell each and every one of you...it was an easy decision to make.

Kane runs a hand across his stubbled cheek, nodding as if reminiscing his thought process when making the decision.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Y’see, I’ve been wanting to come back to this business for a long ass time. I’ve been working out, I’ve been keeping nice and fit, nice and lean...just waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the right opportunity, and when Emilio asked me that question I realised it was the right moment. It was the right motherfucking opportunity.

Once again he nods to himself, looking back at Vialpando before continuing...albeit after the crowd has died down again.

CHRISTIAN KANE: A lot of people are going to ask the question, ‘was HKW the only place you were considering?’ and that’s not really important right now. All I’ll say is, this ain’t no one time deal. This ain’t no one night only bullshit. I’m not here just for the paycheck. And I’m not here for the recognition. I’m here for the wrestling. I’m here for the competition. And I cannot wait until Divine Supremacy when Team Subversion embarrasses Team Defiance.

He smirks as the crowd is divided once more, half cheering for Defiance, the other half for Subversion.

CHRISTIAN KANE: But it’s been a long time. Over a year, in fact. And I’ve realised that some things have changed.

Christian Kane has a look of ponder on his face, seemingly about to choose his words very carefully before continuing.

CHRISTIAN KANE: I had my last match back in July 2015 in a place where we don’t really need to talk about, and I lost it. I straight up lost it. I figured that was it, you know? As much as I know all of you fans out there loved me, I felt like I had come to the end. I couldn’t get the job done anymore, so I gracefully bowed out. There was no big retirement tour, there was no huge celebration...I just...quietly left, you know? My body of work did all of that for me.

He smiles to himself as he thinks about all of the great things he’s done over his long career.

CHRISTIAN KANE: And you people...you...heh...you...

Kane’s smile slowly but surely turns into a sour scowl as he points out into the audience.

CHRISTIAN KANE: ...You all forgot about me.

The crowd goes from cheering into an odd murmur of confusion, all of them discussing amongst themselves before Kane stops them dead.

CHRISTIAN KANE: SHUT THE FUCK UP. LET HENNY SPEAK, DAMN IT!

In an instant, the fans in attendance begin to boo the returning Christian Kane, who instead of waiting for them to die down simply speaks over the top of them instead.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Everything went back to normal that quickly, huh!? I retired and the wrestling world forgot about me huh!? Is that it!? All I ever wanted from you people back then was the recognition that I broke my body down to entertain all of you! That I lost loved ones because of my dedication to this business! But nah! NAH! FUCK THAT, RIGHT!? FUCK ALL OF YOU. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

The Savior of Subversion kicks the bottom rope in anger as he continues.

CHRISTIAN KANE: I don’t want your fucking recognition anymore! All of you can have a fucking loved one and die and see if I give a fuck! I wanna see y’all STRUGGLE to get out bed. I wanna see all of you have to POP A FUCKING PILL to deal with the pain of just BEING ALIVE. I wanna see every man woman and child in this fucking arena hooked on substances, I wanna see all of you RELAPSE TIME AND TIME AGAIN. AND INSTEAD OF BEING HELPED THROUGH IT, YOU’RE MOCKED! It’s not, ‘Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be alright’. NAH. FUCK THAT. YOU’LL BE SHAMED FOR RELAPSING.

A shocked Emilio Vialpando looks on at the monster he created, as Kane continues, breathing heavily now - his voice significantly lowered.

CHRISTIAN KANE: You people...never deserved me. None of you...ever deserved me. I wanted to be loved by all of you so much that I forgot who I was doing this for...me. Every sacrifice I make in this ring from this point onwards...is for me. Christian Kane. Henny. The Handsome Drifter. The Savior of Subversion. At Divine Supremacy, I’m going to be on Team Subversion...and I’m going to save Team Subversion. Not for them. Not for you. For me.

With that Christian Kane drops his microphone to the canvas, a loud thud echoing throughout the arena as Kane exchanges a glance with Vialpando before dropping out of the ring, slowly making his way back up the ramp as members of the audience scream obscenities at him.

BRIAN MASON: Say what you want, Randy, but that man right there is no team player.

RANDY THE PILOT: I think Emilio fucked up bringin’ this man back!

JACK WARREN: Defiance has as good as won!

Emilio watches his friend who he just announced as the last member of Team Subversion make his way back up the ramp which he had came. He didn’t seem as confused as the fans who were booing at the top of their lungs at Kane but did feel a bit uneasy on how he just snapped.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Glad he’s on my team and not Defiance.

He laughs trying to ease the tension a bit but there’s no way that was happening after all that Kane had said to these fans. He then looks to the camera.

EMILIO VIALPANDO: Well Jaxon. Game. Set. Match. After I beat that ass tonight? I’ll see you y ya crew at Divine Supremacy. Let the best team win.

Emilio drops the microphone as his theme song now hits and he exits the ring before the scene fades away.

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Following their match against Team Adorable, Team DLC (Inferno and Zack Jones) are seen walking backstage, some of the people that they pass speaking to them and congratulating them on a successful debut. It’s when they reach the end of the hall that they are immediately approached by Defiance interviewer, Lola J.

LOLA J: Gentlemen! What a great debut you two just had here tonight! What did you think of your opponents tonight, Team Adorable?

Zack takes a deep breath before cracking a small grin.

ZACK JONES: I thought they did exactly what we expected them to do. They came out there and threw what they could at us, hoping to ruin our first match as a tag team under the Hard Knox Wrestling banner. And we appreciate the fact that they did not hold anything back.

INFERNO: For a first battle at the beginning of a game, they were quite challenging which means they provided much experience points for my arrival. I no longer worry about ring rust preventing me from carrying my weight with Team DLC. I know nothing of the phrase. I’m back. Team DLC is back. Team Adorable, as good as they were, they are just the first in many teams that will fall to us.

Zack smiles and nods as he looks over at his partner before looking back at Lola.

LOLA J: Ok, here's another important question. Why were you guys out there for Odyn’s match?

Jones chuckles.

ZACK JONES: We were out there so we could scout one of our future opponents. But this one might be meeting us in a ring with his little friend, if they're both brave enough of course.

Lola looks confused.

LOLA J: What do you mean?

Jones looks over at Inferno.

ZACK JONES: You want to tell them or should I?

Inferno motions for Zack to tell them, which allows him to turn back and look at the woman interviewing him.

ZACK JONES: Divine Supremacy. A pay-per-view that has many stars and many marquee matches, but is missing one thing. And that's your future HKW World Tag Team champions, Inferno and Zack Jones...TEAM DLC.

LOLA J: I hate to break it to you, but you're likely not getting on the main card this la-

ZACK JONES: We know.

LOLA J: So then...why….explain, please.

ZACK JONES: We know that Divine Supremacy is a stacked card that likely has no room for the newest team in the Defiance tag team division. But while the main card is all set, the pre-show just feels like it needs something more in order to make it good enough to hang with the main card. And that is where Chance and Odyn, aka Dumb and Dumber, and yours truly come in. You see, we want those two in the ring, so consider this our official challenge. Frost and Balou, R.I.P., versus Ferno and Jones, Team DLC, on the Divine Supremacy pre-show!

INFERNO: Where opportunity doesn’t exist, we make one. This path to the HKW World tag team championships, it’s one we have to carve out ourselves. We can’t let this company and its competitors pass us by. We know what we want and we’ll prove we deserve by any means necessary.

ZACK JONES: So, the challenge is out there. Let's see if they got the stones to accept, yeah?

Jones and Inferno then walk off, leaving Lola behind before the scene fades out.

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

The fast paced, angry sounding guitars of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupts over the PA as the audience instantly begins to vocalize their displeasure. Their jeers only grow louder as Aries bursts out from behind the curtain, fists clenched, and lip snarled as he appears. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. Once the seemingly seething wrestler makes his way to the ring, Aries immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stage hand follows, doing as they were apparently instructed to do, sitting on the second rope as the push up the top, holding the ropes open for the Canadian. But just as Aries prepares to duck into the ring, he decides to give the stage hand a nice boot to the mush, knocking them off of the apron as he enters the ring himself and quickly taking refuge in his corner.

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

The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs.

However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs.

His rowdy antics, including him flicking out some fans and playfully arguing with them, only gets them even more behind him. He slaps the hands of more fans on his way down, before reaching the barricade. It takes him a moment, but he ascends it and stands upon it with ninja-like ease. He scans the arena once more, roaring expletive, but uplifting words for the crowd to hear. He then gets down and rushes underneath the bottom rope. He smacks the mat as he gets up.

As he does, he points at the referee, harping at him for a moment, before heading to his corner. There, he shadow-boxes, punching the turnbuckle pad with fast blows. He then rests his head there for a moment. He then turns his back to the turnbuckle, proceeding to rest on it. His eyes wander around the arena. Jackie simply nods his head as he awaits for the bell to ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Really? I'm not introducing this guy….

The sounds of Awooga by Calvin Harris takes over the PA system as the crowd gives off a cheer. Stepping from behind the curtains Kehlani Ray stands atop of the ramp blowing kisses out to the crowd before waving and making her way to the ring.

She steps inside the ring and climbs up a turnbuckle continuing to blow kisses out to the crowd, taking off her hoodie and throwing it over the barricade. She steps down from the turnbuckle and skips around the ring before setting up in her corner and getting ready for the match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Coming to the ring weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, fighting out of Orlando, Florida, she is KEHLANI RAAAAYYYYYY.

:“Blood on My Leather” By DZ Deathrays slowly faded in at a low hum before its melodic tone echoed its way throughout the venue. The lights dimmed down to complete darkness, before piercing strobe lights flooded the arena. LeCavalier came from behind the curtains stranding slightly aloof. She’s seen peering at the crowd before setting her eyes onto the ring. She began slowly walking down the aisle way until she got to the end, that’s where she sneered at the crowd as if she wanted to destroy them. At her own pace she made her way up the steel steps, walking towards the center of the apron as she then stepped between the ropes casually.

Once in the ring she walked up to the adjacent set of ropes, as she leaned forward into them with both arms at her side looking at the crowd. She was waiting on her opponent as she looked as if she was thinking about the match ahead.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California...she is the ‘The Lost Monarch’ RYANNNNNNNNNNN LeCAVVVVAAAAALLLLIEEERRRRRR!

Both sides are formed as the referee brings them towards the center of the ring to run the rules by them once again and checking each competitor for any hidden weapons they might have on them. Aries and Jackie seem to be ignoring each other, while Kehlani and Ryan are running by some tactics they can use for the match ahead of them.

BRIAN MASON: Well, this is an interesting match to say the least. Never thought I’d see any of these people on the teams they’re in for a match, but here we are.

RANDY THE PILOT: It gonna come down to who can have the best chemistry outta these makeshift teams, bruh. That, and this is a big match to give em some momentum goin’ into Divine Supremacy.

JACK WARREN: Who cares? One person can win this match, because the way I see it, there’s a bunch of loners who like to do things their own way when it comes down to it.

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DING! DING! DING!

Aries and Kehlani start the match off as they waste no time locking up in the middle of the ring, Ryan encouraging on her teammate, and Jackie slapping the turnbuckle to get Aries fired up for the bout. Aries pulls Kehlani into a headlock and throws her over his hip into a grounded headlock. He releases the hold and Kehlani climbs back to her feet as Aries throws a kick, but she catches it, then causing Armadaist to fire with a drop toe hold that wacks Kehalani in the face.

RANDY THE PILOT: Weird choice for Aries to start this match, but I’m guessin’ they got their reasons and it seems to light a fire under him.

Kehlani falls to both knees as she’s trying to stand up again, but this time Aries grabs her by the hair and starts to deliver knee lifts to her gut and drives her back into the ropes. He wipes Kehlani into the ropes, hitting the ropes on the opposite end and hitting a running leaping headbut that puts Kehlani down for a good count. Aries hops over her body and lifts a leg for the pinfall attempt.


ONE!






TWO-BREAK!


Kehlani forces a shoulder off the mat as the faces begin to cheer throughout the arena. Aries stands up and forces his opponent to her feet as well, walking backwards and letting Jackie reach in over his shoulder to make the tag.

BRIAN MASON: This is the teamwork that I was talking about earlier on, and despite it being random, Aries and Jackie seem to be on the right page.

JACK WARREN: The itch to win will do that to a man, no doubt about that. Been there a couple times in my life when I didn’t want to work with some asshole, but pushed through it anyway.

Aries hits Kehlani with a punch before he rolls out of the ring as Jackie comes in and starts to nail some kicks, but Kehlani rolls out of the way of the last one and breaks things up with a tilt-a-whirl DDT to Fowler! Fowler is dazed and for a second, Kehlani thinks about making a tag, but sees Jackie slowly climbing back to his feet as she runs forward and hits a flying elbow that puts him right back down… then a handstand kick to capitalize it. Finally Kehlani reaches over to her corner and tags in Ryan.

LeCavalier storms the ring and notices that Jackie is coming to his senses, trying to pick up where her partner left off and hits a solid running high knee that catches Jackie right in the chin, putting him down as Ryan wastes no time dropping to her knees to make the pin.


ONE!







TWO!








KICKOUT!


Fowler uses his legs to force his shoulder off the mat as the fans go into a mixture of emotions, and Ryan leans on her knees, standing up, and preparing for the next attack.

RANDY THE PILOT: Fowler breakin’ outta that pin before the three count after LeCavalier out those knees to work.

BRIAN MASON: Ryan has nice strikes to add to her arsenal, honestly. I wouldn’t want to get hit with those. It’s a bit silent, but deadly, type of deal.

Ryan tries to force Jackie to his feet, but he smacks away her arms at the last moments and delivers a punch to knock her off balance before rushing forward with a running facewash! Ryan does down, but Jackie keeps the pressure on her by nailing a spinning backfist whenever she gets back to her feet, causing spit to fly up into the air after the move. He tries to do more damage by standing her back up, but she swings under his arm, hooks her arm under his leg and rolls him up into a small package!


ONE!






TWO!







TH-NOOOOO!


Jackie manages to kick out at the last moment and they both scramble to their feet after being surprised with the roll up.

JACK WARREN: Ryan throwing Jackie off again with the roll up pin. I thought it could’ve ended early there, but then I realized they aren’t THE MAN!

BRIAN MASON: Always so full of yourself, Warren. Ryan is keeping the pressure on Jackie and it seems to be working.

Jackie swings through, but it’s dodged as Ryan throws back a side kick to the body. Then before he can recover, a jumping heel kick that brings him off his feet! Ryan falls back into the ropes as Fowler is finding his feet underneath him and she charges forward, looking for a European uppercut, but he moves out of the way just in time and nails a cactus clothesline to Ryan whenever she turns around!

It looks like enough to keep her down, but Jackie slaps the mat one time before standing back up, grabbing Ryan by the hair and forcing her up as well before hitting a diving leg drop bulldog to his opponent! Seeing as it’s a good time as any, Fowler hooks both legs to prevent her from using them to kick out.


ONE!








TWO!







TH-KICKOUT!


Ryan throws a shoulder off the mat without using her legs as Jackie is in a sitting position and just shaking his head at her. He stands up, leaving the downed LeCavalier and makes the tag to Aries in the corner.

RANDY THE PILOT: This time Jackie gettin’ into the swing of things as he about puts Ryan away for the win.

BRIAN MASON: Close, but no cigar. Ryan has some stamina to her, she isn’t going to go down like that. Not yet at least.

Aries comes in and tries to pulls Ryan back towards the middle of the ring, but she spins on the mat and kicks him backwards to create some space, giving her enough time to turn around and dive forward, making the tag to Kehlani Ray!

Aries seems stunned that she got away as Kehlani jumps onto the top rope and throws herself forward with a springboard DDT that plants Aries’s head right off the center of the canvas. Aries is slow to get up and he isn’t going to like what happens when he does as Kehlani is in the groove and throws a running knee right to his chest… then his side… then the upper thigh… then springboards from the middle rope to hit a knee strike square in his shoulder that drops him. Kehlani hops over his body and hits the ropes again, this time springboarding into a 450 plancha! She hooks a leg for the pin as the fans go into a bit of a frenzy.


ONE!








TWO!







THR-NOOOOOOO!


Aries breaks out at the last moment as the fans groan to show which way they wanted this match to go. Kehlani is breathing heavily after the series of moves, but stands up all the same wipes some hair out of her face.

JACK WARREN: Kehlani showing some of that fighting spirit, but I don’t think she can keep up that fight in the grand scheme of things. I don’t care how much heart you might have.

RANDY THE PILOT: You ain’t gotta try and take that away from her, bruh. She picks of wins by fightin’ through the worst. You stupid.

She pulls Aries back to his feet, but an European uppercut drives Kehlani backwards before Aries hits a big boot that sends her flying into the corner turnbuckle. Aries pulls her out of the corner and lifts her up for a brainbuster in the middle of the ring that leaves her dazed, but he doesn’t go for the pin as he slowly looks around the arena and makes a “breaking neck” taunt to the crowd. Running Senton from Aries to capitalize the move with finesse! Then the pin attempt.


ONE!







TWO!






THR-BREAK!


Kehlani shows her heart by throwing yet another shoulder off the mat to stop the match from ending. Aries begins to slap the mat with both hands as he looks over towards his corner.

BRIAN MASON: Love the spirit here by Kehlani. She refuses to be the one to walk to her corner and say she dropped the ball for her team.

JACK WARREN: Fuck Kehlani. What about Aries? He’s the one planting Kehlani on any side of the squared ring that he wants to. Talking about me trying to take away from people? You guys are just as bad as anyone else.

Aries falls back into the turnbuckle, waiting for Kehlani to scramble back to her feet, and when she does, he motions her towards the middle of the ring for a “fair fight”. Both competitors start to circle each other in the middle of the canvas as Jackie and Ryan are both watching on and looking eager to get back into this match.

It looks like the match is going to continue on until…

Out of nowhere, members of the Reapers in Pride start to storm the ring at all corners, causing Ryan and Jackie to come into the ring, not really sure at what’s going on either.

BRIAN MASON: Jesus Christ…. Here we go. This nonsense right here.

Lance Winters and Viktor Volkov start to beat down Aries and Kehlani in the middle of the ring, relentlessly letting the kicks go wild as the pair of the victims have to cover their head with their hands from the assault.

DING! DING! DING!

The referee gets out of dodge as the RIP members are going to town on Aries and Kehlani, causing Ryan and Jackie to bring the fight to the group! Reese is there to take Ryan’s head off with a clothesline that she clearly didn’t see coming, then ODB and Chance double hit Jackie with a shoulder tackle to bring him down to the mat. Wisia is just standing in the ring, watching the wreckage go down, and not sure where to take his attack.

BRIAN MASON: This is downright disrespectful. This match has nothing to do with the Reapers in Pride, but because they think they run the place, they ruin the match.

JACK WARREN: I’m sure they have a motive, dumbass. They haven’t ever done anything without a gain.


RANDY THE PILOT: What’s the play here though….

REAPED!!! Kehlani is laid out as Lance and Volkov REAP her, then start strutting around the ring like they own the place. ODB and Chance pulls Jackie to his feet, holding him by the arms as Wisia is still looking confused and then grabs Aries, but Lance grabs Luke by the shoulder and points at Jackie, causing Wisia to shake his head, but Lance gets in his face and starts yelling for Wisia to finish what they started.

Luke doesn’t look thrilled about it, but he brushes past Lance, bunny hops, and takes Fowler’s head off with a BANK SHOT while ODB and Chance were holding him! ODB gets in Jackie’s face while he’s down and knocked out cold, Chance strutting over to Luke and pushing to try and hype him up, but Wisia just walks around the ring with a pissed look on his face as Lance is demanding that LeCavalier and Aries are brought to him in a kneeling position.

Then come running down the ramp is Kyan Winters and Alexis Green III!!!

They slide into the ring as the pair of them are looking at the rest of the Reaper in Pride members, the fans going crazy and not sure what’s about to go down. Reese steps forward and says something to them as Alexis and Kyan slowly take a few steps towards the group.

Then ODB and Chance pop Aries into the air and Kyan runs forward to nail the WINTER’S HERE to Armadaist! Alexis bunny hops forward and ALEXICUTION to LeCavalier!!!

The fans are absolutely stunned as all four members originally in the match are down and out for the count, being ripped apart by the Reapers in Pride… and company? Kyan and Alexis turn to Lance as he slaps them both on the back and starts laughing out to the audience. Reese high fives Alexis while ODB and Chance are saying some choice words to the newest members of the squad?

RANDY THE PILOT: I think we found the play… Did Kyan and Alexis Green just show they connected with RIP or what? Why are they even here? Did they get called up?

JACK WARREN: The Reapers could’ve called them up for all we know. They have been acting like this is their brand. What we do know is that they just cleaned out the ring like a bunch of sharks. Not good for the morale of these teams.

BRIAN MASON: Bullshit….

Alexis and Kyan look damn proud of themselves as RIP stands in the middle of the ring and raise all their hands together to the hate from the crowd. Wisia seen in the back brewing over the decision he made before shaking it off and stepping forward to raise his hands with the group. Then they all start walking around the ring, talking mad shit to the crowd and acting like they run the place as Wisia and Volkov are shaking hands with Kyan and Alexis in the middle of the ring.

WINNER: NO CONTEST (8:45)
Edited by Zero McHannon, Aug 7 2016, 11:24 PM.
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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Eli Zayn catches up to one of the members of the Elimination Chamber match at Divine Supremacy, Shane Atwater, as Shane makes his way into his locker room.

ELI ZAYN: Shane! A moment, please!

Atwater pauses, that typical scowl on his face as Eli steps up with the microphone.

ELI ZAYN: It’s a big night for Defiance, and made even bigger by the fact Divine Supremacy is just around the corner. With the Chamber match for the World Championship on the horizon...any thoughts?

Shane pauses a moment, considering.

SHANE ATWATER: It is a big night, Eli. You’re right. 50th episode, the whole roster in the building, big matches everywhere. And we are on the road to Divine Supremacy, which makes it just that much more important. You’re absolutely right, Eli. Which is why...I’m not going to waste anymore time talking. We’ve all done enough as it is. Everyone knows what the end game is. Everyone knows where this is all headed...So as far as I’m concerned from this point forward, Eli...even on a night as huge as tonight?

A slight sneer crosses Shane’s face as he pushes the locker room door open.

SHANE ATWATER: ..Actions will speak louder than words.

With that, Atwater disappears into his locker room, the door slamming hard behind him, leaving Eli looking non-plussed as we cut away to ringside.

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Outside the T-Mobile Arena, so close to the brightly-lit nightmare that is the Las Vegas Boulevard that you it’s almost literally a stone’s throw away, a few latecomers are making their way inside – but standing a few feet away, watching the scene unfold, we see a familiar figure clad in a Fantômas t-shirt – or to be more accurate, a familiar figure to SubVersion fans, but anything but familiar to the Defiance audience…the winner of the SubVersion side of the All or Nothing Series, Elijah Black, as he breathes in the heady aroma

ELIJAH BLACK: Can you smell that? It’s so intoxicating, a combination of…desperation, and gaudiness, the two things this city thrives upon as people with less sense than money flock here because they believe this city is in some way “glamourous” rather than America’s number one pyramid scheme, designed solely to take your money and leave you destitute. But I guess this is strangely fitting, given the city’s history is so closely tied in with organised crime and atomic bomb tests, making it as toxic as it is corrupt.

Wiping the back of his thumb under his nose, Black continues

ELIJAH BLACK: Yet that is not the only toxic thing in the atmosphere tonight, namely the foul stench that oozes out of every pore of Defiance , and that’s this… idea that to be Defiance is to be the be-all and end-all of all things Hard Knox, this assumed sense of superiority, or how the natural order of things dictates I’m somehow less important because I’m over on SubVersion .

There’s a pause as Black rolls his tongue around the inside of his mouth, while his eyes remain locked on the camera for the entire time

ELIJAH BLACK: But I’m not here to talk about the myth that is Las Vegas, nor am I here to piss away my hard-earned because I have no self-control – no, what I am here to tell you is that, normally, the only way I could attend a Defiance show is the same way as those few people making their way inside, namely through the front door. I’m not a member of the roster, so having me show up whenever I feel like it…well, that’s just a tad unrealistic , isn’t it? But tonight I don’t have any of those problems, because tonight this episode of Defiance is one that features SubVersion …”features”, how adorable…

Black gives the merest shake of his head as he snorts at the idea

ELIJAH BLACK: …and one of those “featured” talents is none other than yours truly, as I have been cordially summoned to pass judgment on the efforts of Ashley Sullivan and DeMarcus Gresham, as whoever wins the match will face me at Divine Supremacy .

A smirk crosses the corner of Black’s mouth

ELIJAH BLACK: But you probably weren’t paying attention to what was happening over on the Blue Brand, because you’ve been told for longer than you can remember that Defiance über alles and you’ve come to accept that as truth as opposed to the marketing jargon that it is, and because you unthinkingly believed that you also believe that it doesn’t matter that I crushed the SubVersion bracket as you’re content to believe that whichever one of Sullivan or Graham come out victorious tonight will automatically be victorious at Divine Supremacy – and all the while you fail to notice the foul stench of superiority that clings to every single member of the Defiance roster that clings to them and is impossible to scrub from their clothes.

Black pauses for a second, briefly touching his lip ring with his tongue, before continuing

ELIJAH BLACK: So tonight I am going to walk into the belly of the beast, to get an up close and personal view of all that is wrong with the lazy assumptions of Hard Knox, and while I am doing that I will be getting a good look at the person who will be standing across the ring from me at Divine Supremacy – so while everyone else will be pinning their hopes and dreams on whichever one of Ashley Sullivan or DeMarcus Gresham they support, wishing them well in their bid to finish top of their bracket and challenge for the carrot that’s dangling on the end of that particular stick, I’ll be watching, and waiting, looking forward to not just upsetting the apple cart but completely obliterating the motherfucker because I’m more than capable of doing that because I just love proving how full of shit some people are.

A devilish look crosses Black’s face at the thought of what is to come

ELIJAH BLACK: So consider this a “friendly” warning: tonight is all about Sullivan and Graham, but if you think that Divine Supremacy is going to be all about whichever one of them wins tonight…I might have to swing back this way to remind you how wrong you were.

Black fires a knowing look towards the camera before he turns and walks away, backstage pass in hand, as he heads in the general direction of the back entrance to the arena.

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WHISPER VIPERI: This tag team match 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...

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... SALEEEEEEEEEEM CARTIEEEEEEEEEEERRRR!

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!"


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.

BRIAN MASON: And possibly the most beloved person in this match, Salem Cartier comes in knowing that Fran will be in her corner. She knows that there may be some craziness that may transpire. But she needs to stay focused here. If she doesn’t, she’s very liable to get hurt.

JACK WARREN: Going into the Chamber hurt is the easiest way to jeopardize everything! You need to be more than 100% going in. All these scuffles with Fran are just going to lower her chances even more. She’ll go from like 0.02% to 0.01%.

RANDY THE PILOT: I think Salem a pimp lowkey. You see that cane, bruh?

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


"Desperado” by Rihanna blared through the T-Mobile Arena! 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 an homage to The Fleexican’s culture!

Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing her partner, once again proudly representing her hometown of Bloomfield, New Jersey....Your Fleexican!.....CAPTAIN HKW!!!! The Crowned Royalty Champion!!! FRANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

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!

JACK WARREN: Personally, I think Fran has a high chance of making it out of the Chamber as Champion. She got all the right tools to win it all. She's won many big matches in her career.

BRIAN MASON: You mean that sinister, vile, cheating nature?

JACK WARREN: Correction: that key strategies that won THE MAN here his HKW World Championship. So shut your whore mouth.

The arena turns purple as a deep grey smoke filters through the entrance way. A bright yellow light flashes on the stage with a green superman signal in it only with a J instead of an S. As Jax walks out into the misty smoke he’s wearing a custom made suit with spectacles. Giving a smirk he looks out into the crowd. He then walks hops off the stage where a phone booth is waiting.

“In a land where people have lost their way, there is one man who has found that through his own methods, this world can be better. His power, his ability, his mere prowess evokes fear into the hearts of them who would oppose him. His talent unbelievable, his accolades undeniable, he is Subversion’s Super.”

Jax steps into the phone booth as a green curtain falls over it. Almost instantly a bright light flashes as the phone booth door explodes open. The sound of Katy Perry’s ET blasts from the PA system as Jax steps backwards out of the booth. The first thing to come into view is his black cape with a green J within the superman symbol. Turning around Jax shows off his new green and black ring gear, with matching green shades.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing their opponents…first, residing in California by way of Dublin Ireland, he weighs in tonight at an 240 pounds, he is the REIGNING HKW HYBRID CHAMPION, HE IS THE LAST SON OF IRELAND, JACKSOOOOON MAGNUUUUUUUUM!

He jumps back onto the aisle way, turning his head he blows smoke that filters into the air. Letting out a primal scream before walking down the rampway and towards the ring. As he reaches the ring he leaps onto the apron in one motion. He then paces on the apron for a moment before whipping his feet off, and stepping into the ring. He spins in a circle as he reaches the center of the ring. Pulling his glasses off he hands them to the referee, then slowly unsnaps his cape. Folding it into a perfect formation leaving the J symbol exposed he instructs the referee to be careful with his stuff.

Then he backs away into the corner waiting for the match to begin.

BRIAN MASON: Potentially the most hated man in Subversion, if not in HKW as a whole. He’s brash, he’s delusional, and he’s everything that one could hate in a person. He has talked himself into another Hybrid Hell.

JACK WARREN: You have to remember his prior performance, Mason. He almost won the thing last time.

RANDY THE PILOT: Almost don’t cut it, mang. Also, he walkin’ in there with the b that ‘bout to come out right now.

The lights begin to dim before flashing out in brilliant reds and greens as the haunting ‘Ahhhh Ah. Ahhhh Ah’ sounds out from the P.A system. The bright lights dance seductively to the classic Annie Lennox tune ‘Little Bird’, glittering strobe effects accompanying it. A tall feminine figure slowly slides out from behind the curtain, all wrapped up in long feather boa that complements her outfit perfectly. She pauses, simply standing there at the top of the ramp with her head bowed. Her only movement is her impatiently tapping her left foot to the beat of the music. She lifts her head slightly, revealing the sly smile of wrestling’s ‘Black Swan’, Lady Magdalena.

WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Lourdes, France… Weighing in at 154lbs… “THE BLACK SWAN”, LADY MAGDALENA!

The music kicks into high gear as Magdalena begins strutting down the ramp as if she was upon a Parisian catwalk, stretching out the feather boa over her shoulders as if she was carrying a cross. The hesitation she had before seems to be slowly fading away as she swings her hips down towards the ring, her head tilted back in some form of religious ecstasy. She reaches the ring apron and with a move taken right from the royal ballet, pivots on the spot then struts up the stairs towards the ropes. She uses her long legs to climb through the middle ropes, pausing for a second to flash her smile and give a cheeky wink to the cameras. Her sense of doubt is seemingly subsiding as she enters the ring. She climbs up one of the turnbuckles, wrapping herself up in her feather boa once more as she flutters her eyelashes at the camera. She then drops her boa to the ground, letting out a maniacal laugh that resembles the wail of a banshee as she drops down from the turnbuckle and begins to ready herself for her match.

RANDY THE PILOT: Lowkey, Lady M the hottest chick on the Subversion roster.

BRIAN MASON: She’s stunning, yes, but behind that beautiful visage is a cunning and terrifying individual. She’s looking better than she has since well…um.

JACK WARREN: Since you all found out she was actually a MILF? HA!

BRIAN MASON: That being…said, Lady Magdalena’s in a similar situation as Salem Cartier. She has to keep a close eye on Magnum. He’s just as shrewd as Fran is.

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DING! DING! DING!


As the opening preparations, the bell rings out. Salem takes her way out of the ring first, prompting Fran to turn heinously towards her. Fran spouts out about how Salem should be the one starting the match. Almost childishly, Salem retorts that she beat her to the outside. Fran, disgruntled, simply turns around. Salem, behind Fran’s back, sticks out her tongue, mocking her.

On the opposite end, Magnum leaps out of the ring. He doesn’t bother to get on the ring apron, opting to lean on the barricade. When Magdalena turns her gaze, Magnum taps on his wrist, indicating that he will fight on his time, not hers. Magdalena’s glare intensifies upon her tag team partner, before she sighs out. Knowing that his antics will only get her riled up, she turns her attention on the younger star across the ring.

Lady Magdalena and Fran venture around the ring. The much younger and shorter Fran doesn’t seem at all worried at Magdalena’s presence. Fran tries to get the attack on Magdalena, but the Lady moves out of the way. Strikes fly at Magdalena, but she continues to weave out of the way of them. Fran eventually stops her assault, looking a little fatigued at the spectacle of the Lasiewicz avoiding her assault.

Magdalena raises up one of her hands, slyly telling Fran to come at her with a delicate finger. Fran thinks about it, but then steps back from the challenge for a moment. She takes a breath before patiently making her way over to the taller Lady. Yet, as she does, Lady Magdalena throws a horrifying kick towards her. Fran blocks it with her arms.

Fran keeps her arms up, with another kick hitting her forearms. Magdalena takes her sweet time lining up the kicks. As they land, Fran finds herself trapped in a corner. As she continues to block herself from the lethal kicks, Magdalena starts to hurry her strikes. She continues to do so until Fran’s guard breaks. Fran, with a horrified look on her face, barrels out of the way. She looks at Magdalena, who rests her elegant, but deadly leg back down to the mat gently.

BRIAN MASON: Wow, the experience factor really evident here. Let's not forget Lady Magdalena has been World Champion in another major organization.

JACK WARREN: No. It’s more of the fact that Fran hasn’t ever faced someone like Lady Magdalena before. She’ll adapt; it’s how she works. She’s got the mind for this. She's the Crowned Royalty Champion. I repeatedly say she has one of the highest Wrestling IQs in HKW.

RANDY THE PILOT: Look at that leg, tho. One night, baby, all I need!

Fran shakes out her arms, bruises appearing on them. She nervously looks down, before catching the icy irises of Lady Magdalena. Fran shakes her head and starts to get closer to Magdalena again. Magdalena feints another kick, which Fran spots. She goes in for a chop block. When Magdalena crumbles to the mat, Fran follows up with a quick neck snap, not allowing Magdalena a chance to breathe.

Every time that Magdalena gets up, Fran kicks her back down. She does not attempt to mock the booing crowd, only giving them a brief flip of the bird while she pinpoints her next strike. Magdalena tries to get some distance, but Fran rushes in and cracks her on the side of the head with a basement dropkick. She goes for the quick cover soon after.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Fran hisses at Magdalena kicking out.

BRIAN MASON: I hope that she’s not that much of an idiot to think that’ll be it.

JACK WARREN: It’s not that, stupid. You see her arms? She doesn’t want any more of that. She’s just trying to get this over with and save herself for the Chamber where she has a damn got shot as finally winning the World Championship. There's a reason Fran's had longevity here.

Fran takes Magdalena up by the hair, but releases before the referee tries to jump in. She goes over to Salem, stretching her hand out. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as they notice Salem’s obvious refusal. Fran lifts her head up to see Salem merely giving her the Captain’s salute. Fran lets go of Lady Magdalena, getting in Salem’s face about getting in the match. Salem shrugs, and then avoids Fran trying to force her way out. She then points behind Fran. It’s too late.

Magdalena springs up and pulls Fran down into a school boy. She lets go just as quickly as she did, rolling to her feet. When Fran raises her head, she meets Lady Magdalena’s boot as it cracks her in the jaw with a resounding Savate kick. The crowd even sharply cringes at the echoing of the strike.

Magdalena looks over at Magnum as she goes for a slow cover. She rests completely on Fran, while gazing at him with a wry smirk.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


As Magdalena rises to her feet, her eyes never leave Magnum who has now gotten on the apron. She walks over to him, keeping a good distance away from him. She tilts her head at him, while he mouths off about how trash she is. She rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to Fran, who is using the corner to regain her standing.

RANDY THE PILOT: Ay, Fran’s hurt, yawl.

BRIAN MASON: I agree with Randy; she got up slower than usual.

Magdalena struts back over to Fran, raising her hand up to go for a Kesagiri chop. When she strikes down, Fran bobs her head out of the way, causing Magdalena’s hand to hit the turnbuckle. Fran then proceeds to batter Magdalena in the gut with a flurry of punches. When Magdalena backs off, Fran elevates herself on the second turnbuckle and hits a hurricanrana. Magdalena hits the mat with an “oof”, while Fran tries to get herself back up.

As Fran tries to make her way over to Salem, who is honestly reaching her hand out, something on the other side causes the crowd to pan.

JACK WARREN: She wasn’t paying attention! HA!

BRIAN MASON: And Jackson Magnum has tagged himself in, ladies and gentlemen.

Magnum sprints over to Fran and kicks her in the gut with a superkick that floors the former No Limits Champion. The crowd deflates, more so over the fact that Salem wasn’t about to be in the match. Magnum spits hate at Salem, who merely mocks him by “yapping away” with her hand. Magnum drags Fran to the center of the ring going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Magnum roars at Fran to stay down as he begins to beat her in the face from a side control position. The referee pulls Magnum away, telling him that it was against the rules. He starts to argue with the referee over the semantics of it all before going back over. The referee turns his back for a moment as Magdalena begins to shout out to them; she tries to get back in the ring. While the referee is bothered with her antics, Magnum lifts Fran to her feet only to get a vicious kick right to the groin. The crowd pops for the move. Magnum falls to his knees, holding his family jewels in pure pain.

JACK WARREN: Somewhere in the world, Sophie El is laighing her ass off. But what did I tell you??? Fran knows what the hell she's doing in there!

BRIAN MASON: It’s a weird time to have the crowd cheer Fran for her dirty tactics.

JACK WARREN: Ayy, when it’s against Mags, anything’s possible.

RANDY THE PILOT: Which one, tho?

Salem begins to clap her hands for the struggling Fleexican, who only looks at her in pure exasperation. Salem tries to plead with Fran about her condition. Walking over to Salem, Fran looks as if she’s about to tag in her partner, but like earlier, Salem receives a middle finger as retaliation. The crowd both pans and cheers for Fran’s rebelliousness. She goes back over to the grounded Magnum, who is still holding his groin.

Fran hits a standing Shooting Star Press, but Magnum rolls underneath it. She hits the mat hard, groaning out. Magnum, despite his status, starts to rise to his feet. He lurches over to the corner, telling Fran to get up. With a growl, he takes off at her, trying for the Blue Blur. Fran ducks out of the way, hitting the mat with clear panic. Magnum crashes and burns, which only agitates his earlier pain.

Captain HKW starts to drag herself over to Salem, who still has her hand outreached. Magnum starts to migrate towards his corner, but when he looks up, Magdalena is nowhere to be found. He searches around until he sees her standing next to the apron in front of his face. She’s resting her chin on her hands, eyeing Magnum, taking enjoyment out of his testicular pain. He begins to yell at her, which only does nothing but make the devious woman roar with laughter.

Fran looks at Salem for a moment, seeing her hand outstretched. A look of distrust crosses upon her face as she sees Salem trying her hardest to reach for her. Salem rolls her eyes and briskly explains that this isn’t a game. Fran stands up, to the chanting of the crowd, “TAG HER IN, TAG HER IN!” Fran checks her face for a moment, before looking down at the hand. With a reluctant acceptance of her situation, she tags Salem in, to the approving roar of the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: And here we go! This place has become unglued.

JACK WARREN: Ow, my freaking ears!

Magdalena tells her partner to watch his back, which does prompt the Hybrid Champion to rear his head. Only to meet Salem’s calf striking him down. As he rolls back to his feet, Salem keeps the momentum up by laying him down with another one. Finally, she sprints off the ropes and hits him with a discus knee. Magdalena’s almost dying with laughter at this point, before she catches a baseball slide from the fired up Salem. Salem then goes for the cover.


ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: Magnum barely gets the shoulder up. Salem’s on a roll here!

RANDY THE PILOT: Do you see Lady M rising up over here? She mad as hell!

JACK WARREN: And that’s not good; take it from the MAN!

Salem starts to clap her hands, waiting for Magnum to get up. She gets to the ring apron for a moment, prepping for a springboard. As she starts to take off to attack Magnum, Lady Magdalena runs up the apron and high kicks the ascending Salem in the back. Salem hits the ring mat from an elevated mat extremely hard. The crowd once again shrills at the impact. Magnum looks up at Magdalena, who glares daggers at Salem. Magnum goes over to pin Salem.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Salem kicks out, much to the dismay of Jackson Magnum. He gets up and starts to spit out at Lady Magdalena, telling her that she didn’t do enough. Magdalena’s piercing glare zeros in on him. However, as Magnum argues, Magdalena reaches her hand out and shoves him. Magnum looks at her with contempt, looking as if he was about to attack her right then and there.

Shockingly enough, Salem tries for a school boy. While she’s holding him down, she doesn’t hear a count. She breaks the hold and looks at the referee, Lara Warner, in concern. She tells Salem that he’s not the legal man. Salem comes to process it, but before she can properly react, Lady Magdalena overtakes her with the Lunatic High. She slams her into the mat, with a shriek of rage.

She goes to a corner, awaiting the Witch to rise to her feet. Her pale eyes lock in on their target. Fran starts spewing words at Magdalena, which only gets her attention for a moment. Magdalena only wickedly grins before she starts to wind up for Our Lady Peace. Salem’s in key position as Magdalena twirls. However, as Magdalena goes for the killshot, she’s grabbed by Jackson Magnum. Magnum suddenly lifts Magdalena up and sends her into the mat with The Last Son. The crowd boos Magnum, who merely smiles at his fallen enemy. He then slides underneath the rope to leave.

BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL, MAGNUM?!

JACK WARREN: AHAHA! It’s the name of the game, loser! This match can give Magnum the advantage he needs going into Divine Supremacy. If the two broads in there can’t get it done, then he’ll do it himself! That’s the MAN’S WAY right there!

Salem starts to get up, looking at Fran, who tries to tag herself in. Once again, Salem moves away. Fran points to the unconscious Magdalena. When Salem looks, she only arches an eyebrow. Then she starts to move over to her. Fran starts screaming about how she should get the pin. Salem brushes off her sentiments, heading for the pin.


ONE!

TWO!

FRAN BREAKS IT UP?!


Salem gets off Magdalena, getting directly in Fran’s face. Fran continues to reason with Salem that this was her pin. Salem nods to herself, before telling Fran that she’s the legal woman here. Without much thought, Fran pounces on Salem, beginning to lay hands on the Witch. The two scramble for position that eventually forces them both under the rope and to the outside.

BRIAN MASON: And of course, Fran’s ego has to ruin everything! AGAIN!

RANDY THE PILOT: She got a point; she did take them lickings early on.

ONE!

TWO!

Fran sends Salem into the barricade, not even caring for the count.

THREE!

FOUR!

As Fran tries to go in for a clothesline, Salem reverses and sends Fran into the crowd.

FIVE!

SIX!

Fran starts to get up to her feet, woozy, but Salem drops her back down by hurling herself over the barricade onto Fran.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!


Magnum, who was mostly up the ramp, turns around and starts rushing for the ring.

NINE!

JACK WARREN: Oh my god, Magnum didn’t think about this at all!

BRIAN MASON: That’s karma, you bastard!

RANDY THE PILOT: Something was bound to give.


TEN!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners, JACKSON MAGNUM AND LADY MAGDALENAAAAA!

Magnum holds his head in pure rage, only making to the end of the ramp as the ten count was made. Magdalena starts to use the ropes to get up. Fran and Salem are beating each other down as they head through the crowd to the backstage area. Fran starts to get a healthy distance away, but Salem’s hot on her tracks, tackling her into the wall.

[ b]BRIAN MASON:[/b] And just like that, Lady Magdalena has the advantage walking into Divine Supremacy. Magnum is beside himself right now.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yo, I wonder Salem and Fran at now. I hope they by the concession stand. They can get me a Mountain Dew.

JACK WARREN: Nevermind that, fatass! We got business in the ring!

Magnum slides underneath the ring ropes, stalking Magdalena. Yet as he approaches, Magdalena suddenly sparks to life and floors him with Pistis Sophia! Magnum lays on the ground for a moment as Magdalena watches him make it to his feet. She twirls around, trying for Our Lady Peace, but Magnum barrels out of the ring, avoiding certain damage. He heads over to the timekeeper’s area, holding his mouth. He snatches his Hybrid Championship away, while glaring down Lady Magdalena.

While Madgalena simply smiles that devilish smile of hers, Magnum raises his belt high into the air.

WINNERS: Jackson Magnum and Lady Magdalena by Countout (14:32)
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Cameras cut backstage to Eli Zayn, who seems to now be trying to sleep on the job, having fallen to the ground as he lies up against the wall. Jaxon Queen slowly walks into the shot and realizes that Eli has passed out due to the amount of alcohol he drank earlier in the night.

JAXON QUEEN: Guess I'll have to interview myself…

Queen sighs as he pulls the mic out of Zayn’s hands before turning around and facing the camera.

JAXON QUEEN: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I am Jaxon Queen with my very special guest here today, the leader of the red brand, aka the numero uno brand, JAXON QUEEN!

Jaxon then takes two steps to the right before he smiles.

JAXON QUEEN: Sup, Jaxon?

He shifts back.

JAXON QUEEN: Oh, I'm doing absolutely phenomenal, Jaxon. Now, let's talk about-

Suddenly, Eli Zayn groans before he gets to his feet and stumbles forward, still drunk.

ELI ZAYN: Whatareyoudoing?

He realizes Jaxon has his mic, forcing his eyes to widen as he yanks it out of his hands.

ELI ZAYN: Nobody touches my mic, Jaaaaaaaaxon. Nobody!

Jaxon chuckles as he raises his hands in innocence.

JAXON QUEEN: Was just trying to do your job since you're...well, you're drunk as hell.

ELI ZAYN: PFFFT! I'll be fine! Here, let me even ask you a question! You gonna show Subversion what's up or what?

Queen cracks another grin.

JAXON QUEEN: Tonight is more about building up momentum heading into Divine Supremacy. The captains come face to face in the ring tonight and we both plan on walking out as winners, but only one of us will actually walk out a winner. It's all respect between the two of us, but I have to whoop his ass tonight.

ELI ZAYN: That sounds grrrrrrreat!

Zayn chuckles.

ELI ZAYN: I crack myself up. HASHTAG Luke Wisia voice.

Jaxon just watches as Eli then tries to stay on both feet before asking his next question.

ELI ZAYN: Any members of either team getting involved in your match or nah?

JAXON QUEEN: I know the rest of Team Defiance won't be getting involved as I specifically asked them to stay in the back and let me handle this. As for Team Subversion? I believe that Emilio wants to win and so I also believe that they won't interfere either. Next-

Queen stops talking when he realizes that Zayn looks in no shape to interview.

JAXON QUEEN: You ok?

Eli then shakes his head and quickly runs off, putting his hand over his lips before exiting the shot and vomiting. Jaxon lets out a groan of disgust before he turns and heads towards the opposite direction, shaking his head.

JAXON QUEEN: We need a cleanup on aisle everywhere!

Queen finally exits the shot, forcing the scene to slowly fade out.

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The lights dim as a spotlight shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena. Ashley Chase then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans.

BRIAN MASON: What a surprise we are being joined by Ashley Chase.

JACK WARREN: Unless she plans on doing some table dancing, it’s not a good surprise.

She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd, proceeding to walk over to the time keepers table and grabs a microphone and then climbs into the ring.

ASHLEY CHASE: Last show we were in Hawaii, which is my second home, and while I should of been happy to be home I wasn’t and you know why? It was because of you, Raven! All I could think about was using my fists to beat the shit out you and while we might of had some contact it was nowhere near enough for me! I wanted a fight!

Crowd starts chanting FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

ASHLEY CHASE: Now at the PPV in a few weeks we get to go one on one in a Street Fight on the pre show, but I say FUCK THAT!! I don’t want to wait for the PPV to get here! I want that match right now! I want that match right here in Las Vegas!!!!! So Raven get your ass out here and let’s do this!

The crowd explodes at the thought of a Street Fight right now between the two woman.

BRIAN MASON: The crowd certainly seems to want the match to happen now but what about Raven?

JACK WARREN: Oh please, these people are sheep. You don’t hear me cheering just because somebody mentions Indiana.

Suddenly 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."


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. Raven has a microphone in hand.

BRIAN MASON: Well, here comes Raven and her masked … friend?

JACK WARREN: She calls him Big Brother, so maybe he’s her, I don’t know, big brother.

Raven looks out at the audience, whom have begun booing the instant her theme music began. As the song dies down, so do the boos. Raven begins walking to the ring, keeping her eyes tightly fixed on Ashley while walking.

RAVEN APOLLYON: So fiesty. It’s a welcome change from you being all buddy-buddy with every better wrestler than you. You want to fight, though, alright. I’ve already accepted your challenge for Divine Supremacy, but apparently you don’t adhere to the idea that things are better left saved for bigger stages. Of course, this is Defiance 50, so it’s not like it’s a small stage.

Raven finally reaches the ring. She turns towards the step and walks up them with Big Brother following behind. The two enter the squared circle through the middle and top ropes. Upon entering the ring, Raven instantly gets face-to-face with Ashley, causing some cheers from the fans in anticipation for a fight. Instead of swinging, however, Apollyon, opts to continue talking.

RAVEN APOLLYON: I’ll be honest, Ashley. I would love to fight you right here, right now.

The arena lights up with cheers as this response.

RAVEN APOLLYON: I enjoy fighting. It’s why I’m in this business. I especially enjoy fighting people I don’t like and it’s not exactly a secret that I don’t like you. You annoy me. You should annoy everyone. You’re just an annoying person. You have this way abo--

ASHLEY CHASE: Are we going to fight or what?

Raven, unappreciative of being interrupted mid-sentence, grits her teeth at Ashley. Big Brother, noticing this, takes a step forward and pushes Apollyon back a little bit, trying to prevent a fight, surprisingly enough.

RAVEN APOLLYON: We’ll fight when I say we fight, Ashley. If I want to pound your face into shit right now, then I will. But as long as I want to talk, I’ll talk, and you’ll listen because you know you don’t want to fight me. You know I’ll carve your pretty little face up. So, please, just stand there quietly as I say what I want to say and then, when I’m good and ready, I’ll give you the ass beating you so desperately need.

The HKW newcomer grins following her last statement, although Ashley seems far less amused. Raven goes to continue speaking, but, having had enough of it, Chase nails her across the face with a hard slap, getting a huge pop from the fans. Raven responds to the slap with mere chuckling.

RAVEN APOLLYON: A slap? You’re really bringing women’s wrestling back a long ti--

But before Raven can finish her sentence, Ashley cuts her off again; this time with a vicious right hand punch! Unlike the slap, this shot succeeds in infuriating Raven. The HKW newcomer lunges toward Ashley, but Big Brother quickly grabs her and yanks her back. The audience boos at Big Brother interrupting the fight.

BRIAN MASON: Well, it seems these two girls want to go at it right now, but this masked “brother” of Raven’s isn’t letting it happen.

Raven pushes and screams for Big Brother to let her go, but he doesn’t. Having seen enough, Ashley takes it into her hands. Or, rather, her knees. “The Crown Jewel of the Chase Family” rushes forward and jumps into the air, proceeding to drill the masked man in the face with her knee, landing the A2A and knocking him down! Instantly after Big Brother is dropped, Raven goes at Ashley and the two began exchanging shot after shot. The fans eat it all up as the two girls fight all over the ring.

JACK WARREN: That was unnecessary.

The fight doesn’t take long to break to the outside after Ashley and Raven stumble through the ropes in the midst of their punches and elbows and kicks. They both hit the floor with a hard thud, but that doesn’t slow down the action. Officials and backstage personnel begin to flood down the ramp and start to separate the two, much to the crowd’s dismay. Big Brother manages to roll out of the ring during the chaos and he helps the staff with Raven.

BRIAN MASON: It’s very rare that someone who seems to have come from absolutely nowhere can join HKW and instantly have this kind of disdain for and from another wrestler. Even with staff and this masked character trying to split them up, Ashley and Raven just want to destroy each other.

Eventually, the two women are successfully separated, but not after plenty of damage had been done. During the scuffle, it appears Raven had received a busted lip courtesy of Ashley, but she doesn’t seem to care. The two wrestlers continue to shout at one another while Raven is being pulled up the ramp by Big Brother and various staff members and Ashley is being detained at ringside.

BRIAN MASON: It seems Raven’s bleeding a bit from her lip, but I expect much worse to happen come the Divine Supremacy pre-show. With no rules to abide by, these two are gonna go to war.

As Raven is continued to be dragged up the ramp, the camera gets one final shot of Ashley, surrounded by staff, ready to finish this at Divine Supremacy.

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As the show returns and the cameras pan around the arena and back to the commentators desk the fans are heard roaring with excitement.

BRIAN MASON: Defiance 50 has been nothing less of incredible so far, guys. That’s something Subversion could NEVER do.

JACK WARREN: And the only reason that was made possible was because of The Man himself, JACK “THE CHIPOTLE” WARREN!!!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: Chipotle sounds fire. I wonder if they deliver?

JACK WARREN: Can you stop talking about food for one fucking minute you goddamn lard manti---

The commentaries audio goes out and they all look to be confused. A second later all the lights in the arena cut out leaving it completely pitch black. Security Guards are forced to bring out their flashlights as well as those with cellphone who wished to use them as flashlights once they think that it wasn’t apart of the show. A second later some static is heard through the speakers. Static begins to appear on the Knoxotron as if there wasn’t a direct connection to a feed. Suddenly there was a pulsating sound as if it was coming from an heartbeat.

WE ARE THE HEARTBEAT OF THIS COMPANY
COMPANY
COMPANY

The sound of the distorted group of voices was chilling the pulsating in the background continued.

WE ARE ALL AROUND
AROUND
AROUND

WE SEE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING

For a moment there was silence as the static continued to cover the screen of the tron and the pulsating came to a stop. The knoxotron faded to black soon after.

WE ARE
WE ARE
WE ARE













































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THE MOUNT OLYMPUS

After the image appears the scene slowly begins to fade away.

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The scene fades into the arena as Whisper Viperi was seen in the middle of the ring ready to announce the next match up of the night.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is an singles match set for one fall!

Cheap pop.

The lights dim darkening the arena to pitch black. After two minutes go by building the anticipation in the arena "Cali Dreamin'" by. Kid Ink hits the PA system with a cobra is shown centered in the middle of the Knoxtron as various Emilio Vialpando highlights play in the background while the snake's body begins to pulsate as the music plays.

California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, (tha alumni) stay, stay
California dreamin', dreamin' (x2)
California dreamin'
I'm gonna stay, stay, stay


The music takes a pause for a moment as the knoxtron fades to black but the outline of the cobra is seen still pulsating. Fans are heard chanting "EMILIO! EMILIO! EMILIO!". Thirty seconds later sparks begin to rain down on the stage as Emilio Vialpando is seen standing there looking out to the fans as the music returns to play. The video package comes back minus the cobra in the center.


Say you might see bunch of beaches
Bunch of pretty bitches
But, don't get it twisted
Wrong turn could be missing


He cracks a smile and points out to the crowd nodding his head as they chant his name. He then begins to head down ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: Weighing at 195 lbs., standing 6 feet tall...All the way from Los Angeles, CA! EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!!!!

While on the ramp he slaps a few of the fans hand and stops at the bottom of the ramp. He looks down to his feet and suddenly fireworks begin going off along the ramp as he then holds up hands while looking up to the ceiling screaming out to the top of his lungs...

"VIVA LA UE"

The fireworks stop going off and Emilio sprints towards the ring and slides in. He then walks across and climbs up a corner turnbuckle looking out to the crowd while holding up "LA" with his fingers after placing the title back on his shoulders. He nods and hops downs as he awaits for the match to begin.


BRIAN MASON: I hope he’s enjoying this while he can because he won’t be walking out of here with a W. Subversion punk bitch!

JACK WARREN: Shush. You can’t speak about the Heir Champion like that!

RANDY THE PILOT: Ayyeee Heir Champ!!!!

"Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans.

WHISPER VIPERI: From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is JAXON QUEEN!

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

BRIAN MASON: Here we go! Here’s the real winner! LET’S GO DEFIANCEEEEE!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: You such a damn cheerleader Mase, hahaha!

BRIAN MASON: You’re goddamn right I am! And proud of it!

As the music dies down the ref looks to both men checking if they were ready. Once they confirmed they were he calls for the bell.

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DING! DING!! DING!!!


After the bell rings the two team captains remain standing there on opposite ends of the ring staring at one another as the fans fill the room with cheers. Both men share a laugh at it all and then begin to circle in the center of the ring. The tangle up testing one another’s strength which Queen won that battle as he transitioned to Emilio’s back with his arms wrapped around him. He goes for a Release German Suplex but instead of landing on the back of his head, Emilio was able to do a backflip reversing the maneuver and landing on his feet. The former Global Champion then sprinted towards Queen going for a lariat but no! Queen catches him in mid-air and hits a Snap Belly-To-Belly Suplex! The former World Tag Team Champion quickly gets up to his feet and makes his way over to Emilio smartly not giving him a chance to recover just yet. With Emilio in a side headlock, Jaxon punches him in the head a few times before Irish Whipping him into a set of ropes. Before you knew it, Queen was this close to taking Emilio’s head completely off with a Leg Lariat as he was running back towards him. The fans popped as Jaxon got up to his feet pumping up the Defiance crowd.

Queen didn’t waste too much time celebrating as he went back after Emilio once he seen him getting back up to his knees. He grabbed the back of Emilio’s neck and got him up to his feet. Jaxon turns him around and hits a few stinging breast chops before hitting a European Uppercut knocking Emilio back down on his back. Jaxon then hit the ropes and came down across Emilo’s neck with an elbow drop. After hitting the elbow drop, he locks in another side headlock. The referee asks if Emilio wants to quit but of course he refuses to. Jaxon applies a bit more pressure after Emilio refuses to give up. Emilio then somehow found the strength to get his legs up to Jaxon’s head and wraps them around this neck. He pulls Jaxon down forcing him to let go of his neck. Now down with Emilio’s legs wrapped around his neck, Jaxon quickly pushed him off and the two were quick to get back on their feet at the same time again staring at one another but this time closer than at first.

BRIAN MASON: Things may look to be even now, but our team captain has been in control of this match since the bell rang!

RANDY THE PILOT: You can’t get too comfortable talking like that bruh. We all know how hard it actually is to put away Emilio Vialpando.

JACK WARREN: The fat man is right, Muskrat. The man has wrestled alongside with Emilio and I know first hand that this shit ain’t easy. But ayyeee Queen in there doing work against a former World Champ? BUT HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT AGAINST THE MAN!!!!!

The two began to circle in the center of the ring again and went to wrap up again. Nope, Emilio thought better of it as he slithered behind Jaxon and hit a Kotaro Krusher taking Jaxon down for the first time in the match. Emilio quickly got up to his feet and waited for Jaxon to get back up to his feet watching him closely. Once Jaxon got up to his feet, Emilio ran over to him going for a high knee strike but no! Jaxon wisely dropped down and rolled out of the ring before Emilio could even hit the striking maneuver. This didn’t matter much to Emilio as he kept his eyes on Jaxon outside of the ring. He sprinted towards a nearby turnbuckle, hops up and hits a Triangle Asia Moonsault taking Queen out! The fans erupted as they watched Emilio soar through the air hitting the maneuver. He got up to his feet pumping up the crowd more. Emilio then turned to Jaxon seeing him getting up to a knee as he walked over to him and waiting for him to get all the way back up to his feet. Once Queen was up to his feet he was struck with a stinging breast chop from Vialpando who was returning the favor from earlier. He hits another breast chops this time that was just a bit louder than the first. Emilio follows up with a kick to the midsection before hitting a Snap Suplex followed up with a Standing Moonsault. Emilio got up to his feet and quickly rolled into the ring to break the referee’s count. Emilio took a deep breath as he seen Jaxon still down outside the ring. He stepped out onto the apron sizing Queen up. Vialpando sprints across the apron and leaps off going for a Apron Phoenix Splash, but no! Queen gets his knees up forcing Emilio to land on them as he came down. The fans popped as they seen Emilio roll over holding his ribs.

Jaxon got up to his feet slowly after and grabbed Emilio up to his feet. He tossed him inside the ring and followed right in behind him breaking the count. He gets back up to his feet and waves for Emilio to get back up. Emilio slowly does so while still holding on to his ribs. Jaxon sprints over and again nearly takes Emilio’s head off with a leg lariat but no! Emilio ducks under! Once Jaxon turns around he is struck with the…

JACK WARREN: THE MAN...Err I mean...PELE!!!!!!!

...The Pele Kick out of nowhere! The fans are on their feet now as they see both men laying there until Vialpando shown a sight of life. Still holding onto this ribs he crawled over to Jaxon and went for the cover.

ONE





TWO







KICKOUT!!!


The fans cheer as they see that the match is still underway following Jaxon’s kickout.

RANDY THE PILOT: This close bruh. Emilio came this close to putting the juggernaut Jaxon Queen but just like him it’s a bitch to put em away easy.

JACK WARREN: Yeah yeah yeah. Look’a here. If it were me in there this match woulda been over with a long time ago.

BRIAN MASON: Yes we know, because you wouldn’t last a day against either one of these guys.

JACK WARREN: HEY! Watch your damn mouth Mase! I’m the goddamn man and there’s not a soul in this company that can lay a finger on me!

BRIAN MASON: Except for Shane Atwater, right?

Emilio slowly got up to his knee and looked around to the crowd who was heard cheering them both on. He nodded to himself and pulled himself up to his feet. He turned and hit the ropes as he went for a Rolling Thunder but no! Again, Jaxon got his knees up just in time when Emilio was coming down again this time hitting the back. With Emilio now down, Jaxon starts to get up to his feet slowly. Now up to his feet he looks down at Emilio before pulling him into the center of the ring and locking in a Boston Crab causing more pain to his back which was wise against a high flyer such as Vialpando. Emilio yelped out in pain as he reached for the ropes but he was nowhere near the ropes. The referee was right there asking Emilio if he wanted to quit but again he refused. Emilio then began to itch and crawl over to the ropes. Jaxon did his best not to let him near them using all of his strength. With all of Jaxon’s brute strength though, he wasn’t able to keep Emilio from stretching out once he was near and grabbed the ropes to break the hold. Even though Emilio was able to reach the ropes, the damage had been done as he reached behind to his back. Jaxon turned back to Emilio and got him up to his feet. He begins to hit a punching combination that ends in a European Uppercut.

Jaxon was riled up now as he got up to his feet and pumping up the already hype crowd. He waited for Emilio to get back up to his feet. Once Vialpando got up to his feet, Jaxon turned him around and kicked him in his midsection. He then lifted Vialpando up on his his shoulders as he went to hit Jax Mode #1! The fans stood up to their feet as they knew they may possibly be witnessing the end of this match. Jaxon got back up to his feet and brought Emilio up to his feet along with him. Again, Jaxon lifted him up on his shoulders as he went successfully hits Jax Mode #2 and goes for the pin!

ONE




TWO







THHHRRRRRRRRR----KICKOUT!


Jaxon looks up to the referee in disbelief and asks him if he had right. The referee assures him that Emilio did indeed kickout in time.

BRIAN MASON: OH C’MON! That was three ref!

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know bruh. That was close as hell.

Jaxon shook his head not wanting to believe that Emilio really kicked out to his trademark maneuvers. He slowly got up to his feet recalculating what he had to do. Emilio laid there motionless as Jaxon paced back and forth before going to retrieve the former World Champion. As he gets him up to his feet Jaxon hits a few elbows before hitting a One Handed Bulldog. He wasn’t looking to stop there as he got Emilio right back up to his feet and lifted him up for a Stalling Suplex. Queen stood there in the middle of the ring with Emilio in the air allowing for his blood to rush down to his head. Feeling as if he waited long enough Jaxon came down with the suplex hard onto the mat. For good measure, Jaxon went for the pin.

ONE




TWO



THHRRR--NO!


Emilio got his shoulders up just in time once again. Jaxon didn’t mind this, as he didn’t expect to put Emilio away with just a suplex. Jaxon got up to his feet and took a few steps back. He crouched down keeping his eye on Emilio waiting for him to get up.

RANDY THE PILOT: Uh oh. I know what he’s thinking bruh.

BRIAN MASON: The end might just finally be near!

As Emilio started to get to his feet he wasn’t facing Jaxon. He slowly made it to his feet still a bit dazed. He turned around and there Jaxon was looking for Jaxed 2.0!!! NO!! Emilio pushed him off stunning Queen as he done so. Queen turned around and was met with a kick to the midsection. Emilio quickly lifted him up and came down with the Vibora Strike!

BRIAN MASON: NOOOO!!!!!!

JACK WARREN: AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!!!

Emilio goes for the pin.

ONE





TWO






THREE!!!!!

DING! DING!! DING!!!


Even though the Defiance crowd watched it’s team captain suffer a loss to Subversion’s team captain they still erupted into cheers for the incredible match. Emilio got up to a knee as his theme hit.

WHISPER VIPERI: And here’s your winner...EMILIO VIALPANDO!!!

The scene slowly faded away as Emilio went to check on Jaxon with the crowd cheering in the background.

WINNER: EMILIO VIALPANDO VIA PIN FALL (16:53)
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The scene fades into the backstage interview area. Eli Zayn is standing with the mic raised to his mouth. He smiles as the camera pans on him before speaking.

ELI ZAYN: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time. The newest member of the Defiance roster...miss Riley Lynn.

Eli says with excitement in his tone as the camera zooms out a bit showing Riley Lynn walking into the frame. Riley smiles at the camera and looks over at Eli waving to him.

RILEY LYNN: Hey there Eli.

She says addressing him before he responds.

ELI ZAYN: Hello Miss Lynn, a couple weeks back you were traded to the Defiance roster from Subversion as announced on the official HKW Twitter page. What was your reaction when you heard the news?

Riley thought to herself a moment before addressing Eli’s question speaking into the mic.

RILEY LYNN: At first I was a little disappointed because Subversion has been my home for a very long time. I had to think about it from a different perspective and I saw that this was a good move for me. Here I have new opportunities and I know that this can be a fresh start for me. I'm just happy to be here tonight. It's really crazy being in the Defiance arena. I'm just re-...

Riley stopped as she looked off frame at someone approaching the scene.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: New girl!

A laugh can be heard off camera before Ashley Sullivan walks into view. The former Bloodlust Champion gives Riley an appraising look for a moment before she continues her thought.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Crazy kind of Defiance’s deal. I mean what other kind of show would be nuts enough to actually give someone like Luke camera time? You get used to it eventually. I might even start a drinking game for whenever Fel calls someone a peasant. But you know, you’re kind of right. Defiance does has a lot of opportunity if you’re just willing to reach out and grab it.

Riley sort of stood there awkwardly listening to Ashley’s speech she nodded her head as she finished up giving her a smile.

RILEY LYNN: Well, thank you for the warning Ashley. You see over at Subversion I had to deal with serpents and knockoff Supermen. Even some crazy witch...okay maybe she was just dirty looking, but she could've been a witch! My point is that I'm used to crazy characters, so I think I should be able to fight against the odds and level up here just like I did on Subversion.

Riley says smiling over at Ashley crossing her arms some as she gazes at her. Ashley laughs a bit shaking her head.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Have you met Salem yet? She’s got the whole witch thing going on. At least she’s not one of those dirty ones hiding out in the woods trying to put a spell on you types. There’s a lot of crazy here but a lot of normal talent here so you can do just fine standing out on your own.

Ashley pauses for a moment, looking down at her left wrist to a watch, arching her eyebrows some as she does so.

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Damn. Look at the time. I need to finish getting ready for a date with destiny… See what I did there? But yeah, I’ll be seeing you around, girlie. Maybe even challenging me for the title I plan on winning in the not too distant future.

Riley laughs and nods her head watching Ashley with a smile.

RILEY LYNN: Thanks for the advice, and I'm so going to take you up on the offer. Go out there and kick some ass!

ASHLEY SULLIVAN: Count on it.

With a nod towards Riley and “Do you even work here?” look at Eli, Ashley walks off camera.

RILEY LYNN: Well she was nice!

Riley says to Eli with a smile as the shot fades out.

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BRIAN MASON: What a show we’ve had so far wouldn’t you say guys? Defiance FREAKING Fifty!!!

JACK WARREN: Yeah and it wouldn’t be worth a goddamn thing without THE MAN!

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah so I’ma need some garlic sauce on the side too and---Shit the fuck is that?

A loud streak is heard befor static appears on the titantron. The static faded to reveal a gritty, asphalt roof. Illuminated by the clear night sky. Standing before the camera, staring into it like a judging spectre, was the silhouetted figure of Alex Reyn.

ALEX REYN: ...I suppose congratulations are in order, young one . It’s not often I see someone actively seek a fight with the East Wind. For that, I suppose…. You have me impressed.

However . While I appreciate your courage, boy . There is one thing I cannot tolerate: ...You. Interfered. In my fight.

If you were hoping to simply test yourself against me, I’m afraid that option has abandoned you. I will offer you the same mercy I showed to Spencer and Kojima and all the other creatures who decided to waste my time . You wanted a challenge Flame? An opportunity to prove yourself? All you’ll get now is a massacre.

Fire suddenly exploded behind Reyn, forcing him to turn as it spread in a ring around him. Encircling him and the camera. The sound of laughter echoed across the rooftops as the twisted madman Flame stepped through the fires of his namesake as easily as if wading through a shallow pond. Fixing Alex Reyn with an almost hungry grin.

FLAME: A challenge...A test for myself? No..You have it all wrong Alex. The darkness does not wish to test me ...It wishes to test you .

You have shown so much aggression since your arrival to Hard Knox Wrestling, but it would seem as if you’ve yet to unleash the true darkness that lays dormant inside of you...Itching to get free…

Far from being intimidated, Alex Reyn let out a mirthful chuckle. As if Flame had said something genuinely amusing.

ALEX REYN: This “Darkness” you serve must be one of the most naive, ignorant fools I have ever encountered! Tell me boy: Did your master tell you exactly what I am before he sent you on your mission? Or is your master as much of a simpleton as you are.

FLAME: There is no “master”. The darkness is not a man nor woman. It is simply that side that most would love to see locked away. The part of you that is the true you. You may have scratched the surface of it but it has yet to truly be unlocked…

Let me help you unleash it, Reyn. Let it be free...

ALEX REYN: : I am the embodiment of conflict, boy. I am Natural Selection made flesh. This darkness you speak of? If it is not my domain, then it is the domain of my family. But if you want me to stop holding back, I can oblige you .

Flame chuckled. He began to circle Reyn, as Reyn had to so many others. Like a shark with it’s prey. Under the fire’s shifting light, the patterns on his mask seemed to move like a living animal

FLAME: And yet you crave for the warrior that threatens your survival on this world...Such a pity. In all my years I have often come across those who talk as if they are the baddest thing walkin on this earth…

...Until the day that they came across me. Don’t you fool yourself... boy . I am that warrior you seek. I am that challenge you have been begging for. You can talk yourself up all you want to give yourself whatever source of confidence you need to prepare for this test that has arrived at your doorstep. I simply do not care, Alex.

This is the fight you’ve always been waiting for. This is the fight you want. And this... Is the fight you’re going to get.

He sighed lightly.

FLAME: Divine Supremacy...Darkness will get it’s answer…

As the fires faded away, so did the light.

Darkness was all that remained.

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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a BRAND VS. BRAND MATCH SET FOR ONE FALL!

"I am phenomenaaaaaaaal"

"Phenomenal" by Eminem plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights dimmer down and gold sparklers fall down onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until it's pitch black. The sparklers are still visible as a spotlight shines over the top of ramp.

"With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenaaaaaaall"


The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out of the curtain with a smug smile on her face, the World Championship GO briefcase in her possession. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and one of her t-shirts wrapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect before she turns her attention to the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP GO BRIEFCASE HOLDER... THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

After Whisper announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps and makes her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and holds the GO briefcase up in the air while soaking in the energy from the crowd. She enters the ring and spins around in circles as the lights in the arena begin getting brighter and brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt and glances at crowd, climbs up to the middle rope and launches the shirt she had wrapped around he waist into the crowd. She stares out into the crowd and then hand the referee her GO briefcase.

BRIAN MASON: The Supreme is back!

JACK WARREN: For tonight. Remember, Mason. She could be gone after August 28th.

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, but that’s not until the 28th. Let’s focus on tonight. We got two of HKW’s best going one on one, and to make matters even better?! They’re best friends! They’re day ones!

BRIAN MASON: Which makes this even more interesting than it already was.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat, her eyes never leaving the ramp.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent…

Ravens begin calling over the sounds of "End of Everything" by Stereomud - finally signaling the arrival of Alexa Corra. When the calling ravens stop, the beat to the song kicks in heavily, the arena now completely dark with alternating purple and red strobe-lights flashing.

This will be the end of everything that you know
I know we're killing for the raven so here we go
Don't even try to hold me down, watch me
BE AFRAIIIID!


The music really kicks in and a fog rises up from the stage as a bright white light flashes on and off from behind the entrance ramp. Once Alexa Corra steps out only her silhouette can be seen holding her arms out to her sides as if she were Jesus on a cross. She slowly raises her arms up from her sides and moves them above her head as the HKW Global championship hovers down from the sky and into her grasp.

The light behind her goes off and a spotlight shines on her from above revealing a cold, disinterested look on her face. Alexa hoists the Global championship around her shoulder, kicking a leg back as she heads down the entrance ramp through the fog.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen... making her way to the ring... THE HKW GLOBAL CHAMPION! THE RAVEN, ALEXAAA CORRRRRRAAAAA!

Alexa slowly walks up the steps and to the apron, walking along it for a second as she looks out toward the sea of fans. She then drops down onto the apron, holds the Global championship up in the fan's direction, then slides herself underneath the bottom rope to crawl toward a free corner.

BRIAN MASON: We were supposed to see this match at No Rest For The Wicked, but Felicity had to be pulled out due to an injury.

RANDY THE PILOT: Funny enough, BB was the one who replaced Fel in that one.

JACK WARREN: The hell’s the point of this history lesson? Both of you just shut up and watch the match. I’ll do the talking for this one.

Once Alexa gets to the corner and comfortable, she leans her head back and watches as the referee comes forward and takes her title away.

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DING! DING!! DING!!!


The two lifelong friends remain still in their corners, the majority of the crowd chanting for the Supreme. Felicity takes a look at the crowd as she twirls her right arm around a bit, knowing full well that there would be a target on it going forward. She looks ahead and sees Corra dashing her way, but Banks leapfrogs over her, then pushes Corra through the ropes with her foot! Banks rolls right out of the ring after Corra, but Corra grabs a hold of Banks’ waist and pushes her back first into the steel steps!

Corra grabs the surgically repaired right arm of Felicity’s and tries to swing it back against the steel ringpost, but Felicity headbutts Corra and slams her face off the steel steps!

ONE!

TWO!

The referee starts his ten count, but Banks ignores it and continues to work on Corra. She pulls the Raven back by her hair and sees the sadistic grin plastered on her face. Banks shines off her own devious little grin before she starts slamming Corra’s face off the steps over and over again!

THREE!

FOUR!

After smashing Corra’s face off the steps five times, Banks goes to slide Corra back into the ring, but Corra uses the momentum to spin herself back out of the ring and connects with a hellacious lariat to the Supreme!

RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit! She damn near took her head off!

JACK WARREN: You’re not kidding. Alexa got crazy strength for someone her size. Only problem is them lariats won’t have much effect on someone like Lance Winters or Volkov.

BRIAN MASON: Sure as heck had an effect on my Supreme!

FIVE!

SIX!

Hearing that the referee’s count was more than halfway through, Alexa pulls Felicity up and slides her right into the ring. She slithers in herself and begins crawling around Felicity, making sure that the Supreme couldn’t see where she was. Felicity pulls herself up to her feet and looks for the Global champion, but Corra remains out of sight until she spins Felicity around and goes for the jumping cutter!

RANDY THE PILOT: M.I.T.D?!

No! Felicity pushes Corra away! Corra puts the brakes on and turns back toward Felicity, charging at her until Felicity presses forward and attempts the Bank Shot!

… but Alexa ducks it! Alexa spins Felicity around and lands a spin kick to her midsection, then grabs the right arm and lands a double knee armbreaker! Felicity immediately pulls her surgically repaired arm to her stomach, her face showing that she’s in an immense amount of pain.

JACK WARREN: She looks like she just got shot!

BRIAN MASON: Starting to think Felicity may have came back too soon.

The Global champion stares down at the returning Supreme for a moment, then pulls her arm out and steps on it with one foot. She stares at Felicity for a second and then stomps right down on the shoulder with the other foot, Felicity rolling away and kicks her feet off the mat vigorously due to the pain. Felicity tries to get herself to the ropes to avoid Corra, but the Global champion is right there to pull Felicity back to the center of the ring, looking for the fujiwara armbar!

Felicity manages to pull her arm out of Corra’s grasp and pulls her down by her trunks for the school boy!

ONE!


TWO!


THRRRRR-NO!


Felicity nearly pulls off the sneaky win, but Corra breaks out at two and three quarters! Both females scramble to their feet and it’s Corra who goes for the attack first! She charges at Banks, but the Triple Crown winner jumps up in the air and catches Alexa right in the face with one of her patent knee attacks!

Corra drops to one knee, giving Felicity a chance to shake some feeling into her arm before she presses forward and lands a shining wizard on Corra! Felicity immediately falls on top of Corra and hooks both legs for the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Corra emphatically kicks out at two this time, Felicity taking another few seconds to regain some feeling in her arm.

JACK WARREN: We don’t usually see Felicity trying to close a match out this early, but it seems to be a sound strategy.

RANDY THE PILOT: Maybe if she was wrestling some scrub from the SubVersion roster. This is Alexa Corra we’re talking about here. The Global champion. Fel’s gonna need to beat the holy hell out of her if she wants to win.

BRIAN MASON: And the SUPREME will do it!

Felicity pulls an Alexa and slithers away, moving toward the corner to set up for the Bank Shot! The Triple Crown winner stands up and stomps her foot off the ground once, watching as Alexa slowly gets to her feet. Alexa turns around and Felicity charges forward for the high-impact superkick, but Alexa grabs the leg and brings Felicity to the ground before she locks in an ankle lock!!

Felicity screams in pain and almost immediately looks ready to tap, but she pulls on her hair in attempt to block out the pain shooting throughout her ankle! Alexa grapevines the leg, but Felicity uses the microsecond where Alexa releases some of her grasp to spin onto her back! Felicity starts stomping her heel off of Alexa’s chest over and over again, not stopping until Alexa lets go of her foot!

JACK WARREN: These girls fighting like two sisters.

BRIAN MASON: It’s basically what they are.

Both Alexa and Felicity scramble to their feet, neither one of them looking too eager to attack. Felicity gestures for Alexa to bring it, and Alexa has no problem with that! The Global champion goes low and pulls Felicity down by her legs, once again looking for the ankle lock! This time, Felicity manages to slide underneath the bottom rope, getting her shoulders to touch the floor while she wraps Alexa’s up in an apron figure four!!

RANDY THE PILOT: There’s that modified XACL! She’s torn up a lot of knees with this!

JACK WARREN: Yeah, but she only has until the referee counts to five if she doesn’t want to get DQ’d!

Felicity uses every second of the referee’s five count to do as much damage as possible to Alexa’s knee. She breaks at four, scrambles up to her feet, and rips Alexa right out of the ring to send her crashing down to the floor to a loud thump!

Knowing that this is her chance to take full control of the match, Felicity leaps up onto the apron, glances back the still downed Corra, and pulls off a beautiful split-leg moonsault right onto Corra! The Supreme hurts herself as well, immediately clutching at her midsection with one arm, and shaking off the pain in the surgically repaired one.

BRIAN MASON: We don’t always see that from the Supreeeeeeeeeeeemah!

JACK WARREN: She ain’t dumb, Mase. She knows she has to pull out all the stops tonight.

RANDY THE PILOT: Don’t look like ring rust a factor anymore either.

Banks takes a moment to catch her breath before she grabs Corra by the hair and rolls her back into the ring. She takes to the apron and bounces on her heels as she waits for Corra to rise, looking to finish things off with her patent “QueeKNEE”

The Global champion stands up and turns around to see Felicity leaping onto the ropes! She springs forward for the knee, but Corra ducks out of the way, getting Felicity to spin through. Felicity pops back up to her feet and turns around….

WHAM!

Alexa blasts Felicity with her own Bank Shot superkick! Felicity drops like a sack of potatoes, her legs going over her head as Alexa presses back on them and holds Fel’s shoulders down for the pinfall!

ONE!


TWO!


THRRRRRR---NO!


Felicity just manages to push Alexa off! Alexa checks the count with the referee turns onto her stomach, a distant look in her eyes after the huge superkick. Alexa glances down at Felicity and sees her crawling toward the ropes. She decides to slide out of the ring and pulls Felicity’s body closer to the apron so she could wrap her arm around her head and deliver a hanging spinning neckbreaker right to the floor!

RANDY THE PILOT: Jesus! Spinal Tap from Corra!

JACK WARREN: She’s really beating the crap out of Fel right now.

ONE!

TWO!

The referee starts his ten count as Alexa leans back against the protective guardrail and watches as Felicity clutches at the back of her head. Alexa tilts her head and stares directly at Felicity’s right shoulder, then checks her surroundings to see what she could do to cause the most pain.

THREE!

FOUR!

Alexa hunches down and grabs a hold of Felicity’s hair, slowly pulling her up to her feet. She pushes Felicity back against the edge of the ring, holding her face toward her own to say “I rule this kingdom now.”

FIVE!

This lights a fire under Felicity, getting her to kick Alexa in the knee, then delivers a snap suplex, driving Alexa’s back into the apron! The crowd cheers after the big move from who many call the face of HKW, but Felicity was still hurting from the Spinal Tap from Alexa.

SIX!

Felicity staggers up to her feet and grabs a hold of Alexa by the hair. She clutches at her back as she pulls Alexa up, but Alexa grabs a hold of Felicity’s legs, lifts her up, and drops her face first onto the apron!

SEVEN!

BRIAN MASON: We’re about to have a countout, folks!

Alexa drops to a knee and glances down at the knocked out Supreme. For a moment, it looks like Alexa’s ready to take the countout victory -- but she decides against it and rolls Felicity into the ring!

EIGHT!

Alexa slides in right at the eight count, crawling toward the lifeless female Banks. Knowing that it’s too late to attempt a pin, Alexa grabs a hold of Felicity’s hair and rips her to her feet, staring deep into her eyes before she jumps up and hits her patent MURDER IN THE DARK cutter! Felicity’s out as Alexa sings lalala and crawls on top of Felicity for the cover!

ONE!



TWO!



THREEEEEEEEE!







NO!


BRIAN MASON: SHE GOT HER FOOT ON THE ROPE!

The crowd explodes as the referee holds two fingers up in the air, Alexa not looking the least bit surprised that Felicity kicked out. The Global champion shakes her head as she slithers away from Felicity, positioning herself in the corner for another one of her signature moves -- The Bank Shot.

RANDY THE PILOT: If Alexa connects with this superkick, it’s curtains for Fel.

JACK WARREN: I don’t think she’s getting up, bro. She hasn’t moved since that kick out!

Alexa stomps her foot off the mat and keeps her eyes on the downed Felicity. Alexa stomps her foot again, then squints her eyes once she realizes that the Supreme didn’t appear to be getting up anytime soon.

The crowd starts chanting for Felicity in hopes that it’ll get her up, but it was if she were knocked out and only kicked out on instinct. Alexa drops to her knees and crawls toward her friend, getting close to enough examine her without being in reach.

BRIAN MASON: Sound strategy here by Alexa. She knows the Supreme loves to play possum.

JACK WARREN: Don’t think she’s playing, Mase. That flapjack to the apron was vicious.

Alexa tilts her head and gets closer to Felicity, looking as if she were ready to pull her to her feet. Alexa grabs a hold of the sides of Felicity’s head, but Felicity’s open wide and she blasts Corra with a open palm strike! Felicity grabs the back of Corra’s head and pulls it down toward her legs so she can let loose with knee strike after knee strike to the back of Corra’s head!

RANDY THE PILOT: She was playing possum!

JACK WARREN: I hate that.

The former World champion delivers ten solid knee strikes to the back of Alexa’s head, finally letting her go to watch the Global champion go face first into the mat! Felicity scoots herself back toward the ropes and grabs a hold of them to pull herself to her feet, her arm, back, and head all bringing her pain.

BRIAN MASON: This is it! MY QUEEN IS ABOUT TO FINISH THE DEMON FROM SUBVERSION!

Felicity uses the crowds energy to get her adrenaline going enough to numb the pain she’s feeling. She turns toward Alexa and sees the Global champion starting to stir, then pulls her kneepad down to a big reaction from the crowd!

Felicity gets in position for the OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, waiting for Alexa to get to a knee. Once she does, Felicity pushes forward, lifts the leg…

…. WHA--NO!

Alexa gets out of the way at the last possible moment! Felicity nearly falls into the corner, but turns around…

RANDY THE PILOT: RAVEN ROULETTE!

Corra nearly knocks Felicity’s head off with her patent windmill kick! Felicity instantly drops to the mat, but continues to roll until she gets underneath the ropes and out of the ring! Alexa crawls after her and slaps her hands off the mat, knowing full-well she might’ve had the three, but Felicity’s ring awareness got her away.

Alexa tugs on her hair as she slithers toward the ropes, looking as if she were hurting all over herself.

JACK WARREN: Chicks beating the hell out of each other here.

BRIAN MASON: I expected this. They know each other well too considering this is their first official match together.

RANDY THE PILOT: That’s how it be with friends. You guys would understand, but, you know, you’re both lacking friends.

Once her feet touch the floor, Alexa stands over Felicity and then moves toward the ring steps. She splits them in two and pushes the top half far away from the bottom, then turns back toward her best friend. Alexa moves in that direction, grabs Felicity by her hair, and walks her over toward the bottom half of the steel steps as the referee begins his ten count!

ONE!

Alexa ignores the count, bringing Felicity up to her feet while she wraps her arm around her head.

RANDY THE PILOT: She’s about to try to hit that corkscrew neckbreaker of hers on the steel steps!

TWO!

The referee continues count as Alexa sets up for her patent “American Horror Story” -- but Felicity pushes Alexa off and catches her with a right elbow, left open palm strike, spinning backfist, and finally the knee to the face to complete the Jersey City Bedtime Story!

THREE!

Alexa is wobbly, Felicity glancing down at the steps before she jumps up into the air and hits her SPACE JAM DDT on Alexa onto the steps!

JACK WARREN: Holy shit!

RANDY THE PILOT: I think Lex is knocked out now!

FOUR!

Felicity grimaces in pain, her back taking just as much damage as Alexa’s head. The current holder of the World GO briefcase pushes The Raven off of her, showing that Corra was indeed knocked out!

FIVE!

Felicity tries to sit up, but she immediately turns to her side and clutches at her back as the referee continues his count.

SIX!

Alexa’s eyes go wide just as Felicity gets herself off the steps and starts crawling toward the ring!

SEVEN!

Felicity gets to the ring and gets her hands on the apron, pushing herself up until she can slide into the ring!

BRIAN MASON: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!

EIGHT!

Alexa shows some life, but she’s still too far away from the ring! Felicity rests near the ropes, looking as if she were ready to pray for Alexa to stay down.

NINE!

Alexa gets to her knees and stumbles up to her feet, diving onto the apron! She tries to slide into the ring, but Felicity pushes at Alexa with her legs, making it difficult for Alexa to fully get in! Regardless of that, Alexa’s arms and head had already been in the ring, getting the referee to stop his ten count.

Felicity begins kicking away at Alexa’s back over and over, then pop dives on top of her to unleash with a fury wild rights and lefts!

RANDY THE PILOT: There’s that aggressiveness that brought her to the dance!

JACK WARREN: Smart too. I think Corra’s still seeing birds… or bats.

Felicity continues pummeling away at the back of Corra’s head, not stopping until the referee steps in and literally rips Felicity off of Corra. The referee warns Felicity, but Felicity shoves him away and storms toward Corra, only for Corra to catch her with a second jumping cutter out of nowhere!

JACK WARREN: M.I.T.D!

The big move did enough damage to keep Felicity down, but Alexa is unable to make the pin! With both ladies down, the referee has no choice but to start his ten count!

ONE!

TWO!

Still no sign of life from either competitor!

THREE!

FOUR!

Alexa starts to sit up, but Felicity is still out cold.

FIVE!

SIX!

Alexa gets her hands on the ropes and uses them to pull herself up to her feet. Felicity finally shows some life, but only by lifting her leg up in the air and letting it fall to the mat.

SEVEN!

The Global champion gets up to her feet just as Felicity puts her hand on the rope. Not wanting to waste time, Alexa stumbles toward Felicity helps get her to her feet. She pulls the triple crown winner toward the center of the ring and sets up for her “American Horror Story” -- but once again, Felicity pushes Alexa off and connects with a jumping knee to the face!

Alexa falls down on her backside, and in perfect position for…

BRIAN MASON: OFFFFF WIIIIIIITH YOOOOOOOURRRRR HEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!

Felicity hits ALL of her patent high impact knee strike, but can’t immediately make the cover! She tries to feed off of the energy from the crowd, crawling toward Alexa and finally able to drape one arm across her chest!

ONE!




TWO!!





THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE





!!



NO!


BRIAN MASON: WHAT THE HELL?!

JACK WARREN: SHE GOT HER SHOULDER UP! SHE ISN’T FUCKING HUMAN!

Felicity glances over at the referee after she sees Alexa’s shoulder pop up. A scowl takes over her face as she falls down to her back and starts kicking her feet like disgruntled child.

Once she finishes throwing her fit, Felicity slides herself to the corner and calls for a second OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

RANDY THE PILOT: Killshot time, bruhs.

Alexa starts to stir as the audience goes “ohhhhhh” in anticipation. Felicity licks her lips once Alexa gets to a knee and drives forward, but Alexa lunges toward her with a Bank Shot superkick! Felicity stumbles back, but Alexa pulls her head down and delivers her American Horror story corkscrew neckbreaker! She lands right on top of Felicity, pulling on the leg as the referee slides in to make the count!

ONE!



TWO!!



THREEEEEEEEE!!!

DING! DING!! DING!!!


A good portion of the crowd goes crazy, but a lot of the Felicity fans remain quiet, shocked that The Supreme had just lost her return match.

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… THE RAVEN, ALEXA COOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!

“End of Everything” fills the arena speakers, but Alexa can’t even celebrate after the grueling match. She remains on top of Felicity, moving away slowly with her eyes on her lifeless friend.

JACK WARREN: Goddamn. I was starting to think that was gonna go on forever.

RANDY THE PILOT: Same, bruh. Fel made an uncharacteristic mistake and it cost her.

BRIAN MASON: I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m actually kind of stunned right now.

Alexa gets to her knees just as Felicity opens her eyes, the referee stepping in to hand Alexa her championship. Corra rips the title out of the referee’s hands and smirks as she watches Felicity sit up, looking as if she had just been through a war.

Corra throws her title over her shoulder and gives Felicity a little clap before she rolls out of the ring and makes her way up the entrance ramp. Felicity scoots herself into the corner, looking as if she had a million different thoughts cycling around in her head.

BRIAN MASON: Guys, I just realized something. Maybe Brandon was right. If she couldn’t beat Alexa tonight, can she really beat BB at Divine Supremacy?

RANDY THE PILOT: I don’t know, bruh. But if this was Fel’s last Defiance, it was one hell of a way to go out.

The camera focuses in on Alexa halfway up the ramp, looking back toward her friend inside the ring. After a few seconds, the cameras transition back toward the ring to focus on the desperation and concern on Felicity’s face as Defiance cuts to an ad break.

WINNER: Alexa Corra via pinfall (21:17)
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The camera slowly fades in. Almost immediately, we see a shot of Artemis Kaiser and Scarlet Flint seated together on the floor of what appears to be a lusciously decorated living room. Resting in Scarlet’s hand is a Canadian brand of spiced vanilla rum. The tattooed woman takes a long sip; she then offers the bottle to her tag partner.

ARTEMIS KAISER: No, thank you.

Scarlet shrugs.

SCARLET FLINT: Shiiiittt, more for me then.

She takes another large swig of the rum before setting the bottle down on the floor beside her.

SCARLET FLINT: Defiance Fifty—it’s supposed to be the largest in the company’s history. And who is missing for the show?

Scarlet turns towards Artemis.

ARTEMIS KAISER: A lot of people, to be honest. I wish Mentez would make an appearance. Who knows? Maybe...it’s finally time. Zack Lewis comes back to finally tell us what it was time for and to come and get it or whatever the hell. Neon? I dunno. But there are two people…

Artemis feigns confusion, tapping her forehead. She lifts up one of the thirteen puppies running around the two champions. She nuzzles him before looking the husky square in the eye.

ARTEMIS KAISER: I dunno, Fenrir, who could it be?

She tilts her head. She puts him before laughing.

ARTEMIS KAISER: OH YEAH, SINE MORA!

Scarlet smirks.

SCARLET FLINT: Fortunately for you motherfuckers, Sine Mora has decided to grace yall with our presence—don’t you feel special? Because unlike a lot of people, we actually care about yall.

Scarlet pauses.

SCARLET FLINT: Well shit, not really. But aye, at least yall get this video. Beggars can’t be choosers—

Before Scarlet can finish her statement, she hears a mild rumbling off in the distance. A moment or two later, a pack of thirteen dogs rolls through the living. Scarlet quickly moves her bottle of rum so that it doesn’t get trampled over. As the herd passes, Scarlet wraps her arms around a particular mixed-breed dog. The dog the pauses when it figures out who was doing the grabbing.

SCARLET FLINT: Fenrir!

ARTEMIS KAISER: Thus, you don’t have to worry about our open challenge. You don’t worry about us starting any more chaos with Project Continuum. We rather not give our leader, Jaxon, any more trouble. So Scarlet and I have decided to enjoy these last few weeks. We will be back on your television screens come Subversion Fifteen. You all know how that will go down. The big, bad Kol can hide Felix and Big Mama behind him. However, Luke and us have a plan. We gonna go over there and start to see if we can stress test some major components in Team Subversion.

She pauses for a second.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Because you see, we can be peaceful. We can be diplomatic. So what happens in a sanctioned match is completely legal, right, Scarlet?

SCARLET FLINT: Complete and utter destruction.

Scarlet gently pets and plays with the dog.

SCARLET FLINT: People make us out to be these wild, unruly bitches out in the ring; but that shit couldn't be further than the truth. Everything we do out there is premeditated and calculated. Every single step we take is ordered. Twitter and social media, that’s where Baby Emilio and Snorlax thrive the most. Aint no body there going to reach out and touch em’; it makes them feel safe and secure. But, aint no safety inside them ropes, not when you dealing with Sine Mora. Yeah, it’s cliche, but when you in the ring, you in Sine Mora’s playground. When you’re in the ring with me and Artemis, you’re never out of danger. Even the very rules that are meant to protect yo’ ass just end up being constrictions when facing Sine Mora.

Scarlet pauses for a couple of seconds and as reaches for her bottle and takes another swig.

SCARLET FLINT: And although, I was addressing Shit Number One and Shit Number Two, those same principles apply to everyone and anyone who steps to us—as a team, or separately.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Don’t run. There’s nowhere anyone can hide. Especially when it’s time for Divine Supremacy. We’re bringing home that trophy, covered in the blood of those who try to stop us.

Wicked smiles simultaneously creep over both of their faces.

SCARLET FLINT: Enjoy Defiance Fifty.

The camera fades out.

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

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

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

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., THE NO LIMITS CHAMPION…. LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

Wisia stands in the middle of the ring for a few moments, tossing the mic in his hand around a bit and pulling the No Limits Championship higher onto his shoulder

LUKE WISIA: WISSSSSSIIIIIIAAAAAAAA WORLDWIDE, MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!

The crowd goes into a series of boos at the No Limit’s Champion as he smirked and walked around to one of the ring ropes. He pulled back on the top rope and then slowly walked back towards the center of the ring.

LUKE WISIA: Yall don’t sound excited to your champion! Probably the greatest No Limits Champion when I’m said and done with this shit. I grace yall with my presence and yall boo me. It’s the same shit with you. You’re predictable. I’m not. Yall aint see the Brian Mason defense comin’ from a mile away, I don’t care what you say. So on the path to becomin’ the greatest No Limits Champion, with my defense outta the way, we have brand wars to look forward to at Divine Supremacy.

Fans pop to the sound of Luke mentioning brand wars, not for Luke, but he throws his arms in the air like they were cheering for him anyway.

LUKE WISIA: THE SKY IS THE LIMIT, FOLKS! And to be honest, I don’t really care bout my team. That’s just the facts of it, but there’s too much on the line at Divine Supremacy to let my noncaring attitude towards these idiots get in the way. We have the chance to seal the main event spot at Destiny. This is bigger than anyone on my team. On the other team. Me. This is about me winnin’ the rumble and gettin’ the chance to main event the biggest show of the this mother fuckin’ sport. So lemme tell yall why I’m gonna be the biggest factor in this match and the biggest factor at Destiny.

Luke held the No Limits Championship over his head and started to laugh at the audience.

LUKE WISIA: It’s cause of this mother fuckin’ title. I’m the biggest dude in this match compared to the rest of these wannabe amateurs! Who in this match is bigger than me? NO A GODDAMN SOUL AND YALL KNOW IT EVEN IF YA AIN’T GONNA ADMIT IT! I DON’T CARE HOW MANY TITLE COMBINED THESE HOAS HAVE WON. WHO GOT THE TITLE RIGHT NOW?

Wisia points to himself and does a little dance in the middle of the ring, practically humping the No Limits Championship that dangled in front of him.

LUKE WISIA: ME! NOT SHARK! NOT JINZAI! NOT THE TAG TEAM CHAMPEEEEEEEENS! ME! But they ain’t my competition or I woulda already ripped them an new ass from here to Uranus. That’s why everyone else gonna get it and they gonna get… RIGHT NOW!

The fans exchange looks in the audience as a mixed reaction comes from the crowd, but Luke continues to ignore them.

LUKE WISIA: Emilio. Em. JAJAJAJA! The one dude who has hated me for joinin’ RIP and throwin’ away a friendship that coulda been somethin’ special. His own loss really, cause I don’t give a single fuck who I’m friends with. He ain’t gonna make or break my career. He ain’t gonna tell me what to do. He just gonna get like a salt cube and bounce when things ain’t go his way. You know what also ain’t go his way? His first picks when he took those green as shit rookies under his arm and invited them to his team. Out of all the mother fuckers on SubVersion, Em chose those two, like they were gonna be some kinda difference maker in this fuckin’ match. Now, I took Em for a smart dude, but to let Jaxon “out game” you, bruh?

Luke starts to shake his head as he holds the microphone with two hands.

LUKE WISIA: You done fucked up. When you puttin’ together a team, you gotta ask yourself “who is gonna win me this match”. And when you chose BMB and Felix, it’s obvious you ain’t ask yourself that question. You looked at two brand new members who found they way to a couple of championship gold, but ain’t got anythin’ else that define them besides those titles. Unlike me, who defines his title and not the other way around. JAJAJA, doin’ LAX…. shitty, honestly. Your town should be ashamed of you. Your daddy should be ashamed of you. Your mom should regret givin’ you birth with that decision. It only takes a couple of brain cells to realize you had a pool of sharks to choose from, but you chose guppies.

Wisia laughs at his own joke, but the fans in attendance don’t find it very funny at all, disagreeing with Luke and who Emilio decided to pick up.

LUKE WISIA: And don’t get me wrong… I’m a pretty huge Pretty Committee fan, but I feel like you’re passin’ out a charity gift basket to get members on your team. I like Veronica, but c’mon… she ain’t gonna be able to hang with this STAR STUNTED CAST OVER HERE ON DEFIANCE! We like the Golden State Warriors and yall are like the Milwaukee Bucks. We like Tiger Woods and yall like…..

He gets confused, not sure of any other golfers, much less of ones that suck at the sport.

LUKE WISIA: YALL GET MY FUCKIN’ POINT IS THE POINT! Veronica mighta been an average body if you lookin’ for someone to feed to this team full of MOTHER FUCKIN’ BADASSES, but you already got two of those and you add another one? Now now now. I ain’t takin’ away from these people before you get your panties in a bunch…. I’m just sayin’ that they ain’t shit compared to us. Never have been shit compared to us, and never will be shit compared to us. If this was a bikini contest, I’m sure Veronica, BMB, and Felix would win…. Well, minus Big Momma. Ain’t no one wanna see that donut truck walkin’ around in a bikini, and I don’t blame ya.

Luke smirks to himself once again, but the fans are starting to get a bit reckless.

LUKE WISIA: Then… there’s Colton. I AIN’T CALLIN’ THAT FAG “KOL”. GET USED TO IT! Oh man, am I gonna have a field day with this one…----

Suddenly, “Life of Sin” begins to play throughout the arena, cutting off Luke before he can even start. Kol slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain with a mixed reaction greeting him. He calls for his music to be cut as he stands at the top of the stage before raising the mic in his right hand to his lips.

KOL: My, my, my. Someone certainly loves the sound of their voice.

The Global GO case holder (who seems to have left his case somewhere safe and not with him) begins to make his way down the ramp.

KOL: I would apologize for cutting you off, but I would be lying. Especially since I probably did everyone here and everyone watching at home a favor by stopping you from continuously rambling about the bullshit you were just rambling on about now. I think you rambled so much you mentioned that you wanted to see Felix in a bikini, which is really distressing. But everyone always knew you needed mental help.

Kol makes his way down to ringside and begins to climb up the steel steps before entering the ring. Wisia’s face turns sour.

KOL: But in all of that rambling, you did bring up a good point. The Destiny main event truly is a very important stipulation that was added to this match. It gives that whole bragging rights thing some more...power, so to speak. Which is going to make it that much sweeter when Subversion wins brand wars.

Kol stands only a few feet from Luke as he continues on.

KOL: And sure, you've got the more star studded team, but that doesn't mean a damn thing to me. As good as your team is...it just won't be good enough when Divine Supremacy comes around. On that night? I will be the last person left standing in that ring with a smile on my face.

Just as Kol finished his sentence, “The Game” by Motorhead began to play over the PA System as Jinzai made his way out onto the stage to a loud pop from the audience. He gives a smile as he pulls a mic out from his hoodie as he begins to walk down the ramp, his eyes never leaving the two men in the ring.

JINZAI: Now Kolty, first, thank you for shutting Luke up. And second… normally on any other night I’d stay in the back and watch you piss off the assclown standing in the ring with you just by existing. Actually… I’d join in.

Rolling into the ring, Jinzai leans up against the ropes as he looks over at Kol.

JINZAI: But he brings up a good point that even I’ve gotta concede. The side that’s gonna win at Divine Supremacy is the one that’s got the better team and well, heh… aside from you and Hebi-Chan, we’re not buying Team Subversion. It’s not just that we’ve got the more star studded team, it’s that we’ve got a team that’s proven individually and a few of us who are proven when they work within a unit.

Shrugging a little, Jinza looks over at his longtime friend. Kol looks over to Luke, cocks his head to the side as if what he was saying was correct the whole time.

JINZAI: You guys over on ye old Little Brother Brand are putting your hopes on your team winning on half of your team not getting stage fright under the bright lights, and the other half just plain not sucking and dragging the rest of you down with them. As dysfunctional as some of us are, we all know what the other’s on the team are capable of. Champions, former champions, a future hall of famer even if he’s an asshole. We know that when the time comes, everybody’s gonna step up.

Jizai pushes off of the ropes, now standing in front of Kol as the two stare down briefly.

JINZAI: Can you say the same about the guys and girls you and Emilio picked, Kolty? Because from the way we’re seeing it over here, it’s gonna take a miracle for you guys to beat us.

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.

Shark runs the rest of the way down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring. Shark looks around for a microphone and is eventually handed up as he slowly raises it up this lips, but lets his hand drop down to side as the mic falls from his hand.

Kol is now standing in the middle of the triangle between Luke, Jinzai, and Shark. Luke exchanges looks with Jinzai, then exchanges looks with Shark. Shark then exchanges looks with Jinzai before all three men look at Kol, ideas slowly forming in their mind as Luke starts to laugh to himself. Wisia and Shark take a step forward towards the alone man, but Jinzai is the only one to stand his ground.

Then all of a sudden all three men fall to their backs on the canvas and roll out of the ring at the same time. Luke and Shark starts running their mouths at Kol in the middle of the ring as all three of the Defiance teammates meet up at the bottom of the rampway, slowly making their way back up.

As the Defiance Brand members are walking up towards the backstage area as they freeze at the top of the ramp, exchange looks at each other and start to throw some words in each other’s direction as well, claiming that once this is done, they won’t be “friends” anymore, before turning back to Kol in the middle of the ring, letting him know that he got away with one when they could’ve ended him right there.

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Previously Recorded

The scene opens up inside a small conference room where members of tonight’s security staff is seen sitting around a table waiting for the Head of Security RED to come in and begin today’s meeting before the start of the show. Busting into the room was RED’s right hand man Tony Bravo who mugged the hell out of the men in the room before he started to set up the projector.

SECURITY GUARD #1: So when’s this thing gonna start? I gotta take a shit my guy. I had this burrito earlier and--

TONY BRAVO: Shut yo ass up! I ain’t tell you to say a goddamn thing. Wait till the big man get in here then you’ll know what’s up.

SECURITY GUARD #2: Are we getting hired on by HKW? Is this what this is about? I can’t do this temp agency shit anymore. I hate working for these random companies that come in and out of here. I almost died last night at Vertigo bruh.

Tony ignores the guards as he gets the projector going. Soon after RED walks into the conference room with a bucket of fried chicken while knawing at a chicken leg. He looks over to the guards and nods to them before going over to Bravo.

RED: WE ALL SET?

TONY BRAVO: Yeah I gotchu bruh. These busters asking way too many damn questions though. Make me wanna crack some skulls to some Frank Ocean.

RED leans in.

RED: SHIT IT’S NO USE. IF THIS SHIT KEEPS HAPPENING, SOMEBODY GON’ BEAT YOU TO THE PUNCH.

He then looks back to the men and grabs the clicker to the projector. He presses the button and the image of the masked man who has been attacking security guards for the past few weeks.

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The screenshot from the video says it all. The men in the room tensed up once they seen it and suddenly knew what all this was about.

RED: ALRIGHT GENTLEMEN, AS YOU CAN SEE WE GOT SOME SHIT ON OUR HANDS AND NO BABY WIPES. THIS MASQUERADE NINJA HERE DONE TOOK OUT SOME OF MY GUYS AND I THINK IT’S JUST ABOUT THAT TIME WE START THESE JOINTS OUT BY TELLING YOU ALL THE OBVIOUS BUT ACTUALLY MAKE A POINT ABOUT IT.

He sighs.

RED: WATCH YO DAMN BACKS OUT THERE CUH.

TONY BRAVO: And wash em too while you at it buster!

RED: I DON’T KNOW WHY HE DOING WHAT HE DOING BUT I AIN’T TRYNA SEE NO MORE OF Y’ALL GET HURT ON THE JOB. YOU AIN’T GET CALLED UP HERE TO GET YA ASS BEAT AND DAMN NEAR KILLED UP IN THIS BITCH BY SOME MASKED FREAK THAT’S OUT FOR BLOOD.

A guard raises up his hand.

SECURITY GUARD #3: Do we get paid extra for being here then? I mean yo...I ain’t tryna get my black ass beat bruh. I’m an off duty cop, I can’t go out there getting beat the fuck up and then go and hear about it at the precinct for nothing.

RED shakes his head.

RED: I AIN’T GOT NO CONTROL WITH THAT BRUH. YOUR TEMP AGENCY HANDLES THAT NOT ME. I JUST CALL THEM AND TELL EM WE NEED Y’ALL.

SECURITY GUARD #4: So what if we do end up on the wrong end of this punk? You guys gonna pay our medical bills?

RED: UH...THE DOC WILL CHECK ON YOU BUT OTHER THAN THAT IF YOU AIN’T HIRED BY HKW PERMANENTLY THEN NAH. LOOK I THINK WE DRIFTING OFF FROM WHAT WE CAME HERE FOR. THIS NINJA HERE? THIS NINJA HERE IS A PROBLEM. HE POPS OUTTA NOWHERE AND BEATS NINJAS ASSES. MAKE SURE THAT NINJA AND THAT ASS AIN’T YOU AIGHT?

TONY BRAVO: AIGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHTTTT???!!!

The guards nod and the scene soon fades away.

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BRIAN MASON: Before the next match, let me take a moment to welcome tonight’s guest commentator, the winner of the SubVersion half of the All or Nothing Series who earned the right to face tonight’s winner at Divine Supremacy, Elijah Black. Tell me, Elijah, is there anything in particular you are looking for in this match?

ELIJAH BLACK: I’ll tell you one thing I’m looking forward to seeing, and that’s the two competitors leave everything they have in the ring, showing just how much it means to them to face me in a few weeks time - because that’s going to tell me so much more about who I’ll be facing than the two of them hitting a few pretty moves.

BRIAN MASON: That’s an...interesting take on the match, Elijah.

RANDY THE PILOT: Quiet, Mason, the match is about to get started!

ELIJAH BLACK: Exactly, Mason, sit your ass down and call the match.

"Crash" by Fit For Rivals blasts over the sound system seconds before Ashley Sullivan walks out quickly onto the stage.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the DEFIANCE ALL OR NOTHING SERIES FINAL!

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.

BRIAN MASON: The former Bloodlust Champion has made it pretty clear that she plan on using this tournament to launch herself into HKW’s main event picture. Tonight can take her just another step closer to that goal.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, 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.

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"

BRIAN MASON: The time that these two faced off before in the tournament, Sullivan was lucky enough to come away with the win. Let’s see if DeMarcus can get his win back and move on to the finals.

At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively. He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him.

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

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.

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


Ashley moves out from the corner where she was sitting on the turnbuckle as if she was a bird on a perch and moves out into the middle of the ring to meet DeMarcus. He is the one moving in to grapple with the smaller Sullivan. Not wanting any part of getting involved with him on a technical level, Ashley tries to push him off but he grabs an arm and spins around behind her with a hammerlock. Sullivan tries to break his grip on her arm but he yanks it up to increase the tension on her shoulder and elbow. With a direct way of getting out of the hold not available, Ashley runs to the ring ropes in front of her. Instead of hooking onto the ropes and having the referee make DeMarcus break the hold, she kicks her feet onto the ropes and pushes off against the top rope to flip herself over his head to land on her feet behind him. Before he can turn around to refocus his attention, Ashley leaps up and lifts up her legs with a standing dropkick directly between his shoulders to send him falling forward into the ropes.

DeMarcus falls into the ropes but catches himself, wrapping his arms around them to keep himself from going forward to where his opponent could very well have been waiting to take advantage of him coming back to her. He turns back to Sullivan as she regains after standing back up to her feet and looking at him before holding up a hand to wave for him to come on. He does not show any sign of the taunt getting under his skin. The closest he gets is tilting his head to the side as he moves away from the ropes.

ELIJAH BLACK: What the hell is that? If you want to win so bad, stay on the guy! Appealing to this crowd of idiots isn’t going to win you a damn thing.

RANDY THE PILOT: Good way to piss him off.

DeMarcus moves back into the middle of the ring while Sullivan circles around him looking for a weak point to hit while he waits for her to strike and trying to anticipate how so he can be ready. It is almost a game of waiting to see who will make the first mistake when Ashley moves with a quick kick to DeMarcus' stomach. He catches her leg which looks to have been part of her plan as she immediately leaps up with the other leg with an enziguri. What she was not counting on though was him blocking that kick as well before it could get anywhere near his head and hold onto it under his arm. Both of her feet held by her opponent now, Sullivan falls back flat on her back with her legs in the air. It looks like DeMarcus tries to turn her over into a Boston Crab but Ashley blocks it with each way he tries to roll her over. Frustrated with not being able to get her rolled over, DeMarcus stops and pulls her legs up higher before falling back to sending her flying up and over him with a flip toss. Ashley goes flying up and over him into the corner but she stands up on the ropes as she lands on the turnbuckle. Giving a look back to be she DeMarcus is where she thinks he is, Ashley leaps back with a kick that connects squarely on his head. As Sullivan comes down though, it looks like she lands awkwardly on her other leg and immediately falls to the mat obviously in a good deal of pain as she holds at her knee.

BRIAN MASON: Oh no. That could be a seriously game breaker for Sullivan. Especially with her high flying style.

ELIJAH BLACK: Forget about Sullivan, let’s talk about Graham: if he’s smart, and I said “if”, he’ll focus on that limb and keep attacking it and attacking it until it’s a question of “when” rather than “if” Sullivan can’t take the pain for a moment longer.

DeMarcus definitely seems to have noticed what had happened with Ashley's landing as well, a smirk creeping across his lips as he finally sees the opening he was looking for with the former Bloodlust Champion. Ashley finally works her way up to her knees with the aid of the ring ropes, using them to pull her up, trying to get up to standing position. Being upright does not last long for Sullivan legs are swept out from under her as DeMarcus kicks her in the back of the leg she had been favoring. Sullivan holds her knee in pain once again and DeMarcus grabs her by the leg to drag her back into the middle of the ring. She reaches out for the ring ropes to keep him from dragging her out of their reach but she is a second too late before finding herself in the middle of the ring on her stomach. Before she can fight him off, DeMarcus yanks her leg up and and quickly twists it with an ankle lock. Sullivan screams in pain squirming at his feet, reaching out for the ropes. She gets a few feet within the ropes but DeMarcus stomps down on her other leg and pins it to the mat to keep her from moving any further.

ELIJAH BLACK: That’s what I was talking about: first you take away her ability to go high, then you take away her ability to even stand, and then you take away the chances of her staying conscious when the pain is just getting too much.

BRIAN MASON: The pain must be excruciating but Ashley has too much pride to give up.

Ashley writhes in pain as DeMarcus really twists into the hold on her leg and ankle. She grabs her hair, even banging her head against the mat as she tries to deal with the pain. She holds up a hand, looking like she is about to tap out and submit but closes her hand into a fist at the last moment before it hits the mat. Instead of reaching out for the rope again, she curls her body under herself into a ball, the momentum sending Demarcus over her and through the ropes to the outside area. He falls against the mats outside at ringside with a roll.

Inside the ring, Ashley tries to get up to her feet but is having difficulty. She does not have that much time either before DeMarcus reaches in from the outside and grabs her by the leg to drag her into the corner with her legs on either side of the ring post. She tries to kick at him but she cannot stop him from swing her leg against the post. Sullivan immediately goes to her knee again as she holds it in pain. She has little time to recover though as DeMarcus looks to pull her out off of the apron. She cuts him off though, wrapping her legs around his neck to have control of his head. DeMarcus looks to have an idea of swinging her entire body, grabbing her by both legs, but Ashley seems to know what he is thinking and uses a foot to push against his head to send him into the ring post head first. DeMarcus holds his head after his head clearly connects with the steel.

Ashley's eyes seem to light up as she sees her opponent's position and fights to get back up to her feet on the ring apron, using the ropes to pull herself back up. Looking over at the commentators' table, and pointing directly at Black, Ashley leaps forward off of the apron with a flip backwards as she falls onto DeMarcus below.

BRIAN MASON: SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE APRON!!!

JACK WARREN: This bitch crazy!

ELIJAH BLACK: If she’s focusing on me when the match is anything but won, she’s not crazy - she’s dumb. There’s some ACTUAL analytical commentary for you, Warren.

Ashley crawls over to the table and uses it to climb up, making eye contact with Black as they stand mere feet from each other. Black stands up from his seat to meet Sullivan’s stare. Obviously in a great amount of pain with her leg, she does not back down from his gaze, only lifts her head with a flip of her hair before standing upright and holding both arms out to her sides.

BRIAN MASON: Sullivan sending a message here. She’s going to fight and crawl to win this series if she has to.

JACK WARREN: Just deck her, dude. I got you back, say it was self defense.

ELIJAH BLACK Don’t tell me what to do, Warren. Just...don’t.

She holds the pose for a moment, standing on one leg, before turning back to Demarcus still on the ground at ringside. Limping over to her opponent, she gets him up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. She does not follow in after him but points at Black still at the commentators’ table before climbing onto the apron before climbing up the turnbuckle. With DeMarcus on his back in the ring, it looks like she could possibly be going for her Sunset from the top rope to finish him off. As Ashley gets up to the top rope, her leg gives out on her and she falls onto the top turnbuckle.

BRIAN MASON: I’m amazed she can even walk on that leg now.

RANDY THE PILOT So then why the hell would she try going up there to try some crazy flippy shit?

Unable to move and in a very vulnerable position, Sullivan has nowhere to go as DeMarcus gets up to his feet. Seeing his opponent stranded on the top rope he has a confident smile on his face as he makes his way over to her. Easily taking her up in his arms, he shrugs off the blows Ashley hits against his head one after the other as he carries her away from the corner and drops her down with his Black Diamond spinebuster.

ELIJAH BLACK: Just before she hit the mat, I hope Sullivan felt so goddamn stupid for being more focused on pointing in my direction than paying attention to her goddamn opponent.

With Sullivan sprawled out on the mat, DeMarcus covers her for the pin for the referee to count the pin.

ONE!



TWO!


The referee looks up just in time to see that Ashley has gotten a foot on the bottom rope. Demarcus looks over at her foot as if it was use to kick his own mother. Anger boiling under his otherwise calm exterior, he yanks her body away from the rope to drag her into the middle of the ring before picking her up and over his shoulders looking to finish her off with the Red Spade death valley driver. DeMarcus moves to drive her head into the mat below, when she wraps her legs around his head. It is completely by a surprise to him and he was completely unprepared as she yanks his arm back straight behind his back.

BRIAN MASON: She’s got that Twisted Web locked in!

RANDY THE PILOT: Just when you think she’s done for she comes out with some mess like this.

In the middle of the ring DeMarcus tries to reach out to the rope with his free hand but he is completely out of position in the center of the ring. He tries to power out of it, to fight off the young woman. He knows how hurt she is with her main weapon of speed taken away from her. If he could somehow get out of this he knows he could easily finish her off. The awkwardness of the Octopus Hold keeps his head held down with his arm threatening to break while having to carry all of Sullivan’s weight.

It gets too much for even him as he falls down to a knee. Feeling the closeness of the victory and moving on to the finals, Sullivan yanks back on his arm even harder. As much as he tries to fight it, he has no choice but to give it up when the referee asks. Keeping the hold tight, Ashley lets go only when she feels his palm tapping against her back.

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

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner and Defiance brand winner of All or Nothing Series…. Ashley Sullivan!!!

BRIAN MASON: All or Nothing Series is going to have one hell of a finals at Divine Supremacy. Former Bloodlust meets for Lionheart.

JACK WARREN: A couple of formers, meaning they used to be on top…. Past tense.

ELIJAH BLACK: Is that your analysis, Warren? That we USED to hold titles? Anyone with an ounce of objectivity in their head knows that when Divine Supremacy is done, the future’s there for the taking. What the fuck do they pay you for, anyway?

RANDY THE PILOT: Yeah, Jack, what DO they pay you for?

She almost falls as she lets go of the hold but stays upright but obviously favoring her leg as she limps over to the ropes, using for support as she looks down at Black standing up at ringside in front of the commentators’ table. Holding her arms out to her sides again, she holds the pose for the moment before taking a bow as if the whole match was a performance for him, hoping he enjoyed the show. Black, meanwhile, stays sat behind the commentary booth with a look of grudging respect on his face - but even now there’s a look in his eyes that says the gears are starting to crank into motion ahead of Divine Supremacy.

WINNER: Ashley Sullivan via submission (13:01)
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As the feed begins we cut to a drone shot of Las Vegas, Nevada, as the footage exhibits the skyline and the menagerie of attractions strewn about Sin City. The camera gradually gets closer, slowly descending from its perch over the skyline to ground level - and more importantly the insides of a casino. There we see the usual suspects; gamblers, patrons and the like filling up the venue playing all types of games. As we navigate through the building, we pass a number of those aforementioned games from the slots, to the blackjack tables, before we finally exit the casino entirely and find ourselves in a back alley. There we feast our eyes on a pair of Yeezy 750s that dangle care freely over a near rusted railing. As a smoke cloud fades into the ether we uncover a pair of distressed black jeans, and the iconic KKK “Future Police Officer” T-shirt as popularized by the late great Biggie. The dawner of said ensemble, a young black male who plays with a “Black Lives Matter” bandanna tied around his forehead with one hand, while he holds a black and mild captive with the other.

NARRATOR: It was here, here in Vegas back on New Year's Eve when the popo slain my brother, Keith Childress Jr. He was unarmed. He was only twenty-three years young. He was just chillin and posted up in the driveway when he was shot five times. He died immediately. TWENTY THREE!

He takes a puff from his cig before flicking it away. As he exhales the smoke he does it in frustration, shaking his head as his teeth begin to grit, revealing a gold grill underneath as it somewhat sparkles under the street lights.

NARRATOR: I’ll be twenty-four in November. Funny thing is, I remember when I was a child, I remember when CNN told me I wouldn't live to see eighteen - and that if I did I’d be doing so behind bars. For white people a birthday probably ain't a big deal. Hell, you can't even relate to such a thing. CNN says you’ll grow up to be world leaders, and lawyers and doctors, probably because you had both your parents in your lives. You probably had your dad there for each one of your birthdays. Mine was up county because Hillary Clinton deemed him a super predator and he got booked for doing something stupid that costed him his freedom. He spent a decade behind bars for committing a crime that ya’ll would've never gotten convicted for.

A forced, fictitious smile manifests on his mug as he places both hands on the railing, leaning back slightly as he laughs.

NARRATOR: Want to know a joke? Hillary Clinton just secured the nomination, but she needs the black vote to secure the presidency - she needs the votes from all the single moms, and all the young people who watched her husband throw their husbands, uncles and brothers in the hole. Did you laugh? Me neither. But that's what ya’ll do - you step on our necks then turn around and ask us to scratch your back when you need us. And she gone get the seat. Ain't no way she don't get that jawn. And then she gone cater to all the big businesses that sponsor her campaign - the same companies that profit off the labor of all the black men she incarcerated. Places like Starbucks, where Becky with the Good Hair gets her pumpkin spiced latte. McDonalds where there's one in every hood, but they won't pay us realistic wages so we can support our Section 8 families. AT&T, Wal-Mart. The list goes on and on.

He looks up to the night sky now, seemingly pondering.

NARRATOR: Big business runs the world. Ain't no secret. President just a figurehead. Whatever they say go. But that begs the question - who sponsors HKW? I wonder what white billionaires been funding this jawn, and look I'm not trying to suggest that BB and Risky are racists because come on, that's crazy, nor am I suggesting that they and the board of directors bend to the will of the executives at HBO - who are you know, owned by those same white supremacist crooks, but all I'm saying is they have a known racist unemployed. They cut checks to a guy like Chris Strike who’s crossed every line and has carefully chosen his words to call me a N-I-G-G-E-R without saying the word, cause ya’ll white folk clever like that. And their current World Champion? You can just look at him and tell he hates colored folk.

He cracks a slight smirk as he hops down from the railing, making sure not to scuff his high-tops.

NARRATOR: And speaking of their top singles champions? Volkov, Stryker, Corra, Jackson - want to know what they all have in common? The complexion for the protection! Blue eyes, and pale white skin. They’re the right pigment. The right color. But look, again I’m not saying nothing, I'm just you know, speaking facts here. Don't none of them look like me is all I’m saying. That's it. All I'm saying is that the first pick in the draft was a white chick - and while she’s making her way downtown, walking fast I'm just sitting here wondering one thing - what happened to me?

He asks, his eyebrow cocked in confusion as he tries to figure it all out in his head.

NARRATOR: They tweeted all them draft picks, all them trades, but my name wasn't mentioned ONCE. My face wasn't on any of the graphics. But once again, I'm not saying it's racial bias, because there are black people employed here - but then again they're not really black. You know, they’re funky ass Wayne Brady black, or they’re from the West Coast and act more like Mexicans, and 187 street thugs. But when I say black I mean the type of black where you don't give a damn what people think about you. I'm talking lick your fingers after you eat a Popeye's 10 pc with the biscuit, sipping 40oz black. I'm talking “Can I Get A Short” black. Nah. Wasn't none of them drafted. They ain't on this roster. They ain't on TV.

He lets out a sigh as he plays with his dreadlocks.

NARRATOR: But look, AGAIN, I'm not suggesting it's due to racism, or that any of that’s got anything to do with ANYTHING. I’m just here talking. Just you know, I just want everybody to think and question stuff. You feel me? Cause I’ve been lead to believe HKW employs the best talent in the world. So with that said, if it's all about talent - why am I not on the card? Say what you want, I'm one of the most skilled and gifted performers in the world - most certainly when I want to he anyway. Been called the future of this business by some people. Yet despite all of that, I ain't got no job. If they all about TALENT, then BB, Risky, somebody from Defiance or Subversion need to explain to me what the deal is - cause I know they got my number - yet my phone STILL ain't ringing.

He shrugs his shoulders as he looks right into the camera, laughing lightly.

NARRATOR: But look, I done took up too much of ya’ll time as it is. I know ya’ll been dying to see those two white boys compete for the World Title and what not, so I’m gone let ya’ll get back to it. And while ya’ll sit and chill, I'm gone walk the streets of Vegas and try not to get killed for being BLACK tonight. I’m gone try not to get killed for being BLVCK JONES!

Jones turns away and walks down the alley as the scene fades.

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Cameras transition backstage where a frustrated Felicity Banks is seen chugging down a bottle of Poland Spring water. She was still in her ring gear, fuming over the fact that she had just lost her return match on the biggest Defiance to date.

FELICITY BANKS: I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I know exactly where I fucked up.

She crushes the water bottle in her hand and launches it off the nearest wall, looking as if she were ready to punch something.

FELICITY BANKS: This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.

The triple crown winner throws her hands over her face and rests her back against the wall. She mumbles something under her breath, then hears the sound of someone clapping their hands coming from down the hall. She pulls her hands off of her face and looks in that direction, her expression immediately turning scowl once she sees who it is.

FELICITY BANKS: Don’t. Whatever you’re thinking right now… don’t.

The camera pans around to see HKW owner, Brandon Banks, rubbing his hands together with a big grin on his face.

BRANDON BANKS: Ohhhh, sissyface. Sissyface, sissyface, sissyface…

Brandon continues to move forward, leaning back against the wall next to his sister.

BRANDON BANKS: Good match out there, kid. Came up short, but you been doin’ that since the first Divine Supremacy so you should be used to it by now. Never really picked yourself back up after that L to Onyx, did ya? I mean… sure, you won the No Limits title and a couple awards, but you’re just not where you used to be.

He chuckles, staring down at Felicity before he continues.

BRANDON BANKS: Shit, bruh. You used to flourish in big matches, but now it’s like you can’t close the deal. Couldn’t retain your title against Luke. Couldn’t beat my protege tonight, and you sure as fuck ain’t gonna be able to beat me at Divine Supremacy. Damn, bruh.

He reaches his hand up and pats Felicity on the head.

BRANDON BANKS: The mighty have really fallen out here! But don’t worry, Fel. You still had a better year than most these handjobs on this roster so you still got a good shot at wrestler of the year. Problem is... you won’t be employed by HKW anymore so you won’t even get a nomination!

Felicity steps to the side, her cheeks turning a blood red. She tries to cool herself down as Brandon continues to tease the younger Banks.

BRANDON BANKS: But honestly? It’s all good, Fel. Remember, HKW needs Felicity Banks more than Felicity Banks needs HKW, right? It’s not like me and Risky can’t create another Felicity Banks. Not like we ain’t got a shit ton of people in developmental waitin’ for your spot to open up. Not like there ain’t thir---

FELICITY BANKS: SHUT. THE. FUCK. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

Felicity screams, getting the attention of everyone in the hallway. Even Brandon looks borderline terrified after hearing how loud his sister could be.

FELICITY BANKS: What… do you want?

Brandon backs away a few steps, making sure to keep a safe distance so Felicity didn’t knock another one of his teeth out.

BRANDON BANKS: Honestly? Nada. Just wanted to wish you good luck at Divine Supremacy since this prolly gonna be the last time we see each other till then.

He takes another few steps back, making sure to examine his sister's body language as he did so.

BRANDON BANKS: May the best Banks win?

Without saying another word, Brandon shoots Felicity a wink and spins around. He heads back toward his office while Felicity crosses her arms, confused by latest encounter with her brother.

FELICITY BANKS: … peasant.

Felicity snarls before she turns around and walks out of the picture. Cameras transition back to ringside.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following is your main event and it is for the Hard Knox Wrestling World championship!

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 thee stage. He 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 closing his eyes as he waits for his opponent.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, he is the challenger! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the current Bloodlust champion....BRIAN STRYYYYYYYYYYYYYKER!!!

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

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

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent, he is the reigning and defending World champion! From St. Petersburg, Russia, he is VIKTOR VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLKOV!!!

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DING! DING! DING!


Once the bell rings, the Nevada audience begins chanting Stryker’s name, clearly not big fans of the scowling World champion. Stryker and Volkov then slowly begin circling the ring, eyeing each other down before Viktor moves in. He tries to corner Brian, and he successfully does, but when he lunges forward to grab him, Stryker ducks underneath it and then proceeds to swiftly catch him with a kick to the knee before taking a couple of steps back. Volkov shakes off his knee pain as he stares daggers through Stryker, who seems a lot more confident than anything else.

BRIAN MASON: Brian Stryker needs to make sure that if he’s going to piss Volkov off, he’s going to do it from a point where the man can’t catch him.

JACK WARREN: But all it takes is one Red Hammer to put this idiot to sleep!

The two men begin circling the ring again, staring each other down again. Viktor is the first to move in again, this time cautiously cornering Brian. Once he gets Stryker cornered, Volkov fakes a lunge at him, which obviously forces Stryker to react by trying to duck underneath, only for Viktor to grab him and shove him back into the corner before drilling him with multiple body shots! After a good dozen or so body shots, Viktor pulls Brian out of the corner and lifts him up, carrying him upside down for a few steps before dropping him in the center of the ring with a powerslam! He then drops down and goes for the cover, shoving his forearm in Stryker’s face!

RANDY THE PILOT: Viktor may not speak English that well, but that dude ain’t no fool.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Not enough for the big Russian as Stryker kicks out at two!

Viktor quickly gets to his feet after the kickout and wraps his non-injured hand around Brian’s throat before picking him up. The big man then shoves the challenger to his World title in the corner before catching him with some more body shots, clearly looking to weaken Stryker enough to walk out with a win! The World champion then irish whips the Bloodlust champion into the opposite corner as hard as he possibly can, forcing Stryker to hit the turnbuckles with great force and eventually fall into a seated position. Volkov then moves in and immediately begins stomping away at the seated Stryker, cussing him out in Russian!

JACK WARREN: CRUSH HIM INTO DUST, YOU BIG APE!

RANDY THE PILOT: Chill, Jack. I don’t need his ass coming over here and stealing my vodka.

The World champion grabs the Bloodlust champion by the head before pulling him up to both feet. He then uses his strength to toss the lighter man across the ring, forcing him to hit the mat with a thud! Stryker slowly rolls to all fours after that and crawls towards the nearby corner before using the turnbuckles to help himself up to both feet. When he turns around, he sees Volkov charging in and going for a corner splash, but he moves out of the way, forcing the champion to hit the corner instead! Viktor then stumbles backwards, allowing Brian to roll him up from behind!

BRIAN MASON: Wait a second! We might have a new champion here!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-KICKOUT!!!

JACK WARREN: THANK FUCKING GOD. I was going to have a stroke if Stryker won again.

Volkov kicks out and the two men quickly scramble to their feet, but the World champion is met with a jumping knee strike to the jaw, sending him stumbling into the same corner he just crashed into seconds before! Stryker then charges forward and catches him with a European uppercut, knocking some spit right out of the champion’s mouth! He then pulls him out of the corner and drives his skull into the mat with a DDT! Viktor is left lying on the mat as the Bloodlust champion gets to his feet and quickly exits out onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckles of the nearby corner!

RANDY THE PILOT: This gotta be what Stryker needs to do. He got hit hard and he gotta hit fast and he even needs to pull some of this crazy high flyer shit off.

BRIAN MASON: ...Randy, are you actually getting decent at this job?

RANDY THE PILOT: Shut the fuck up and go grab me some chili.

Stryker eventually reaches the top and stands tall on the top turnbuckle, staring down at Volkov as the audience cheers him on. He then leaps off and lands a diving leg drop on the World champion before quickly going for the cover, believing he’s got the match won!

BRIAN MASON: Diving leg drop by Brian Stryker! We might have a new champion right now!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

JACK WARREN: C’mon, Viktor! Stop fucking around and knock this fool out already!

RANDY THE PILOT: I kind of want to see you have that stroke now.

Brian lets out a sigh, believing, almost hoping that that would be enough to help him capture the most coveted prize on the Defiance brand. He slowly gets to his feet and then grabs Viktor by the hair before slowly pulling him up as well...only to be met with an eye rake!

BRIAN MASON: Oh come on!

The ref yells at Volkov for the dirty move, warning him about not doing that again unless he wants to get disqualified, to which Volkov responds with disinterest as he catches the semi-blinded Stryker with a nasty European uppercut, dropping him to the mat! Viktor then backs up a bit, clearly trying to regain some energy and use it for a second wind attack against Brian, who is slowly getting to his feet. Once he sees that Brian may be recovering, Viktor rushes in and hooks his head before spiking his head into the mat with a snap DDT! The World champion then rolls the Bloodlust champion over before he goes for the cover, yelling at the ref to count!

JACK WARREN: Yes! Break his neck if you can, Big Vik!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Most men would’ve probably called it a day after that. Stryker just got too damn much pride to do that.

JACK WARREN: Why don’t you shut the fuck up and go eat a Twinkie, Randy? Sounding like some Stryker fanboy, bitch tits.

Viktor slaps his hands on the mat, clearly annoyed that the underdog that is his foe hasn’t been that easy to put away. He slowly gets to his feet and yells a bit at the ref, telling him he’s too slow, before grabbing Brian and getting him up to both feet. Volkov then proceeds to lift Stryker into a powerbomb position...before driving him down onto the mat with a sitdown powerbomb, going for the cover right afterwards as the audience went dead quiet and watched the ref count!

BRIAN MASON: What a devastating sitdown powerbomb! That just might be enough to put Stryker away!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHY DON’T YOU DIE ALREADY?

Volkov shakes his head after the kickout, clearly believing that Stryker messed up by kicking out. He grabs the current Bloodlust champion and easily gets him up to both feet before he tosses him into the ropes. When Stryker bounces back, Volkov goes for a stiff lariat, but Stryker ducks underneath it! Viktor then sharply turns around, only for Brian to drop him with a cutter, buying him enough time to recover!

RANDY THE PILOT: Stryker ain’t giving up just yet! He sure as hell is not allowing Volkov to just walk all over him!

BRIAN MASON: You can’t help but be inspired by Stryker right now!

Brian slowly gets to his feet after the cutter, clearly feeling everything he’s gone through this match so far. He then rushes forward and hits a standing shooting star press on Viktor before he goes for the cover, hooking both legs!

JACK WARREN: LOOK AT THIS TOOL WITH HIS FLIPPY BULLSHIT!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: Volkov ain’t no joke, bruh. Gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to beat him it looks like!

Stryker gets to his knees, letting out a sigh as he looks over at the ref, making sure that he only counted a two count! The Bloodlust champion then slowly gets to his feet before grabbing the World champion and getting him up to both feet as well. Brian then irish whips Viktor into a nearby corner, or at least attempts to, only for Viktor to reverse it and send him into the corner instead! Viktor then charges in, but he’s met with a boot to the face that sends him stumbling backwards! Stryker then charges forward and catches Volkov with a running hurricanrana, sending him crashing back first into the corner! Volkov then slowly rolls out of the ring, clearly trying to avoid anymore of this Brian Stryker attack.

BRIAN MASON: Brian Stryker seems to have Volkov’s number right now! Could we have a new World champion?

JACK WARREN: I will literally get up from this seat and pull Stryker out of the ring before he could even get close to winning that damn title!

Brian sees this and waits for Volkov to get up to both feet before he runs and sails through the ropes...only for Viktor to catch him and proceed to send him flying with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Stryker hits the ground hard and writhes around the ground in pain, but Volkov does not waste as he groggily grabs Stryker and rolls him back into the ring before sliding in himself and going for the cover!

RANDY THE PILOT: Holy shit, that fucking catch and throw, bruh. Made me hungry for ham.

BRIAN MASON: How in the hell did that...nevermind.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Viktor, clearly frustrated, begins to yell at the ref, calling him multiple things in Russian before he tells him that he;s going to kill Brian now. He then walks over to Stryker and pulls him up to both feet before tossing him into the ropes. Brian hits the ropes and bounces back, running right into a stiff lariat, Volkov making sure he used his cast covered arm! Stryker lies on the mat in a heap before Volkov smiles as he goes for the cover!

JACK WARREN: You can count to ten, ref! This one is over!!!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: GUESS HE CAN ONLY REALLY COUNT TO TWO!

JACK WARREN: ....WHY DO YOU HATE ME, GOD?! WHY?!

The Russian is absolutely stunned! He gets to his feet after the kickout and looks ready to knockout the ref as he glares at him, but thinks better of it, knowing that it would not end well for him if the match ended in disqualification. So Volkov decides that it is time for the Red Hammer and lets all the fans know by raising his cast covered arm!

BRIAN MASON: Oh, this can’t end well!

Stryker is slow to get to his feet, but he eventually does and slowly turns to where Volkov is at. Viktor then smiles and charges in, attempting the Red Hammer knockout, only for Stryker to dodge that right at the last second! Volkov is stunned as he quickly turns around and gets his jaw rattled with a nasty superkick, courtesy of Stryker! Stryker then goes for the cover, telling the ref to count as the audience cheers!

JACK WARREN: NO FUCKING WAY!

RANDY THE PILOT: FIRST STRYKE JUST LANDED, JACKIE BOY!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!!!

The audience lets out a collective sigh as Volkov kicks out!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, I thought that was it. Really need to see Warren stroke the fuck out.

Brian lets out a sigh of his own after he makes sure that wasn’t a three count. He slowly gets to his feet, holding his ribs in pain before he charges towards the right of Volkov, hops on the middle rope, then backflips, landing a beautiful springboard moonsault on Volkov before he goes for the cover again!

JACK WARREN: C’MON ON, VIKKIE, KICKOUT!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

BRIAN MASON: Stryker is getting too damn close to taking home this title! This young man is doing whatever he can to walk out of here with that title tonight!

Stryker slaps the mat in frustration as he quickly gets to his feet and quickly exits out onto the apron. He stands there, waiting for Volkov to get to his feet as the audience is now fully behind him. The big Russian slowly gets to his feet, clearly dazed and confused as to where he actually is. Stryker, believing this is his chance to put the match away, hops onto the top rope before springboarding off of it....right into a Red Hammer, the cast covered fist catching him right in the jaw and knocking him out before he hits the mat with a massive thud! The audience goes absolutely dead silent as Viktor drops down and goes for the cover, the ref making the count!

BRIAN MASON: RED HAMMER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

JACK WARREN: REST IN PIECES, STRYKER, YOU FUCK!

RANDY THE PILOT: Damn, he knocked that boy clean the hell out.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...and STILL HKW World champion....VIKTOR VOOOOOOOOOOOOOLKOV!!!!

Viktor slowly gets to his feet as the title is handed back to him, the audience now booing heavily as he manages to retain his title against a game Brian Stryker.

With his accustomed menacing scowl on his face Viktor Volkov stares down at the knocked out Brian Stryker for a few moments, the World Championship draped over the Russian’s shoulder. As the crowd in attendance boo his victory Volkov nods to himself a couple of times before he gently tosses his belt into an unoccupied corner of the ring before slapping his chest a few times.

BRIAN MASON: I don’t like this at all.

RANDY THE PILOT: This Russian ‘bout to go full Putin on this motherfucker, bruh.

As Brian Stryker slowly begins to stir on the ground, shaking the cobwebs out after being hit with the casted Red Hammer, Viktor Volkov saunters over the ropes, taking a microphone before walking right up to the fallen Bloodlust Champion.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: You wanted title match with Volkov!? You have see what happen motherfucker. This is the last time. You don’t come to chamber.
With that, the Red Wolf viciously hurls the microphone to the ground behind him before pushing Stryker back down to the ground with his boot. With a grimace the champion balls up his casted hand into a fist as he violently begins to pull Stryker’s dead weight up by his hair.

JACK WARREN: He’s coming good on his promise! Big ol’ Drago is about to KILL Brian Stryker! Dreams come true!

BRIAN MASON: This is wrong, damn it! The match is over!

Volkov looks out to the crowd, laughing as they begin to boo him. He dialogues with no one in particular, hurling insults at crowd members until Stryker is on his feet, but out of nowhere the Bloodlust Champion explodes with right hands to the head of the World Champion!

BRIAN MASON: BRIAN STRYKER! BRIAN STRYKER! GET HIS ASS!

It comes as a shock to Volkov who was clearly caught off guard as he stumble back across the ring, turning around right into the Stryke Out which sends Viktor Volkov into the ropes!

BRIAN MASON: STRYKE OUT!

RANDY THE PILOT: He must be out on his feet!

The Russian then rebounds from the rope back into the center of the ring, only to be hit by another Stryke Out which sends the Red Wolf reeling back through the second rope, out to the floor! Brian Stryker drops to a knee, still clearly feeling the effects of the Red Hammer until the lights go out. Moments quickly pass as the arena is left in confusion, along with Stryker.

“There is someone walking behind you,
turn around, look at me.
There is someone watching your footsteps,
Turn around, look at me….


The eerie sounds of “Turn around, Look at me” by The Vogues plays before the lights quickly turn on as the music cuts, showing Nicole Hamilton standing behind Stryker with a sadistic smile creeping on her face. Moments pass as the crowd boos, giving Stryker a hint to be aware of his surroundings. Before he could get to his feet however, Nicole wasted no time in grabbing her hands and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him to his feet as she shouts.

NICOLE HAMILTON: YOU THINK I’M DONE WITH YOU YET?!?! HUH!?!?! DID YOU FORGET?!?!

She screams as she pulls him to his feet, sulking in the heat from the crowd. As she smiles, Stryker struggles to push and shove her away, but Nicole quickly webs herself around him as he gets to his feet, locking in a tight octopus hold, otherwise known as her highway to hell. As the fans boo and try to cheer Stryker on, it only encourages Nicole more to keep the hold in, shouting more at him as he struggles to break free.

NICOLE HAMILTON: GIVE UP. GIVE IT ALL UP! YOU DON’T HAVE SHIT HERE! THAT BLOODLUST CHAMPIONSHIP IS MINE! IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN MINE!

She says, before she looks at his hands shaking, before looking up to the crowd, licking her lips. As they watch her in disgust, Nicole quickly brings her mouth to the shaking hand of Stryker, biting his hand and fingers as she keeps the hold on him. As he screams and shouts, Nicole doesn’t let go as she bites harder, holding the submission move in tighter.

As the fans watch, Nicole drops the hold as Stryker begins to fade, looking at his somewhat bloody hand with teeth marks. A satisfied grin crosses her face as she gets to her knees, running her hands through her dark laughing as she looks down at Stryker, biting her index finger lightly as she watches him in pain.

NICOLE HAMILTON: The Bloodlust belt is mine….I DON’T FUCKING SHARE!

She shouts, before the fans who weren't already on their feet stand and turn their heads from the action in the ring to the entryway, where Fran and Salem burst into view, a full on brawl between them already going on!

BRIAN MASON: Well that is certainly a unique way to make an entrance! Fran’s got a busted lip and Salem’s got a bloody nose, this is just a fight from backstage spilling over, folks!

JACK WARREN: What a couple of idiots, they aren't paid to kick each other’s ass in catering!
Fran lands a huge uppercut that knocks Salem end over end down the ramp, and then Fran grabs her by the hair and drags her into the ring. Nicole just looks on in horror, pissed at them for interrupting her. Fran just shakes her head and snatches the microphone from her, still a handful of Salem’s hair who is slumped on her knees.

FRANCESCA: WAIT A SECOND, YAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLL.

Fran yelled.

FRANCESCA: Think you’re finna close this show without YOUR FLEEXICAN!?!? Has the world went to SHIT? What kinda hot ass MESS express are we runnin’ around here? I’M finna be the NEXT World Champ n’ YAWL are finna have to get used to me runnin’ things around this bitch, bruh. When I say jump yawl jump. When I say gimmie the GODDAMN mic that's what's happenin’.

She added onto her rant.

FRANCESCA: When I fuckin’ want a LATTE one of these bums GO GET me it. When I need a foot massage before lettin’ one of yawl share a ring with Fleexican SOMEBODY better come up with massage skills MORE ON FLEEK than Jinzai’s cousins with their back steppin’ shit.

Fran pointed towards herself.

FRANCESCA: I GET center stage on the posters yawl.

She tapped herself on the best.

FRANCESCA: I GET one of these curtain jerkers to look after the FLEEXICAN’s GOATS when she’s wrestlin’ REAL main events.

She tapped her chest again.

FRANCESCA: I GET the World Title bonus money.

And again...

FRANCESCA: I GET pay-per-view main events I BEEN deserved bruh.

And again as the crowd began to up the volume of the already intense boos she had been receiving………..

FRANCESCA: I GET everything that's been DUE the Fleexican ALL fuckin’ year. No more steppin’ in my way. NO more placeholders like Volkov or Atwater bruh. NO more charity shots to Brian fuckin’ Stryker! I’M REIGNIN’ as the first FLEEXICAN World Champ HKW’s ever had.

The Fleexican added as she continued to hold onto the hair of the two-time champion Salem.

FRANCESCA: N’ if one of yawl steps out of line when JESAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS is holdin’ the strap? Here's an example.

The Crowned Royalty Champion said as she tightened her grip on the hair of Salem Cartier - balling her fists up. The crowd sat at the edge of their seats.

FRANCESCA: Watch Fleexican end this Witch. This LEECH yawl. This GODDAMN line cutter. This goddamn NO good motherfuckin’-

But Fran is cut off as Salem explodes to her feet, headbutting Fran right in the face that dazes her. Salem lowers her shoulder and drives into Fran’s midsection running her all the way into the corner. Salem backs off and grabs the top rope, putting the boots to her to stomp a mudhole, kicking the shit out of her until Fran is slumped down in the corner on her ass, head resting against the middle buckle. Salem backs up and readies a running knee right for Fran’s face, but Nicole taps Salem on the shoulder. Salem turns as Nicole is stomping the mat and screaming at her, throwing a real fit.

NICOLE HAMILTON: NO NO NO, YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING!?!?! GET OUT! GET---

But Nicole doesn't get to finish that sentence, as Salem boots her in the gut and double under hooks her arms, spinning her in the air and dropping her face first onto the mat, Hijack Kevorkian style. Salem gets up to one knee, surveying the damage around the ring, before returning her gaze down to Nicole. Picking up the discarded microphone, she pats Nicole on the back of the head as she laid there motionless. Salem winces a bit, shaking off the effects of the brawl with Fran.

SALEM CARTIER: That’s right, Nicole… I ruin plenty. And clearly you needed a reminder. And everyone who watches the Chamber Match will see just what else I can ruin. It's the big time, the main event! Look ma, I've finally arrived! It's the Season of the Witch here in HKW. Not long now… Not long now at all… It will be the Season of the World Champion!!! Soon… I am going to ruin the reign of a big Russian lummox, I'm going to ruin the campaign of the disgruntled ex-champion hell bent on regaining what he lost, to quell the rantings of a crazy loon more concerned with the Bloodlust Title than the World Title, to reaffirm to their current Bloodlust champion, that for all he puts his body through...he's not ready to climb to the top of the ladder just yet. And the Fleexican… Fran? I know nothing will piss her off more than me winning the World Title before her. I would love nothing more than to do just that!

She stands and walks over to the title belt, looking at it, picking it up...she climbs the turnbuckle and holds it aloft, as the crowd roars.

SALEM CARTIER: Everyone in this Chamber match has their reasoning and beliefs to think they will walk out of the Chamber with this...but I hold a trump card over the rest of them. Because they are not me. They. Are. Not. Salem. And just like my theme song says… I'm Something Like A Phenomenon! I'm on a mission to make HKW great again. And for that to happen, you need a great champion! You need….

As the audience sat ready to explode into cheers again for their beloved Witch - Salem - a harsh THWACK was heard! Fran had struck Salem in the back with some type of foreign weapon! Salem slumped forward stunned from the blow as the audience transitioned back to jeers.

BRIAN MASON: Where the hell did Fran get that!!? TYPICAL! She can't engage Salem face to face! She has to have some advantage!

JACK WARREN: I'm really tired of telling you that you're a soft ass. It's smart.

The feed zoomed in closer as Fran held up the foreign weapon. It was a smooth wooden stick three feet in length. At the top of it? A carved out head of a Goat with horns included.

FRANCESCA: SALEM likes magic, RIGHT YAWL? She wasn’t ready for the GOAT STICK! MY goddamn ANTI-MAGIC staff.

Fran yelled out as she then climbed up behind Salem. Before Fran could do anything Salem began fighting back with elbows to the stomach of Fran which seemed to be doing damage! The audience was uplifted again at the sheer fight in Salem! Unwilling to go quietly! Swinging until the end! Before Fran nailed her in the back of the head with the Goat Stick again!

BRIAN MASON: Disgusting! She's showing that she NEEDS a weapon to take Salem down!

RANDY THE PILOT: Salem’s trying to fight it out. Beat the odds like she has her entire career out but wood to the skull slows anyone down.

JACK WARREN: There's a reason Fran’s gotten this far, she always has a plan.

Fran took in more of the jeers before leaping up and delivering the Fleekensteiner (super reverse frankensteiner) to Salem from the top turnbuckle! Moments later Fran stood up looking at Salem (still clutching the World Championship close to her chest) which was a testament to how much Cartier desired to be the Champion of the World.

Fran picked the Goat Stick back up. Lifting it up high.

FRANCESCA: I’M the Witch Slayer YAWL. Salem is DONE bruh. DONE! D. O. N-

Fran, too is cut off mid-sentence as she’s suddenly snatched from behind and sent crashing down on the back of her neck with a German suplex! The crowd erupts as the one who delivered the throw lurches to his feet...revealing Shane Atwater!

BRIAN MASON: YES! YES! ATWATER IS HERE!

JACK WARREN: OH FUCK YOU! GET OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKING GLORY BOY TRASH! NOBODY EVEN WANTS YOU HERE! GO THE FUCK AWAY! GO. AWAY.

Atwater lurches to his feet as a dazed Fran stumbles up, tensing into position as she staggers right into perfect position for him to deliver the Parabola Wrist Clutch Olympic Slam! Fran hits in a heap as another eruption of cheers goes up from the crowd. Atwater comes back to his feet with a look of intensity on his face as he pulls off his shirt, throwing it aside as he paces around the ring, trying to make sure no one else is coming back to their feet. He catches sight of the microphone, and considers going to pick it up...before he sees Fran starting to stir even now. Atwater considers a moment, before a hint of a predatory look crosses his face...and he drags his thumb across his throat as the crowd erupts once again.

BRIAN MASON: You know what that means!

JACK WARREN: It means SOMEONE needs to get out here and cripple this Abercrombie and Fitch wearing piece of shit before I have to come around this table and do it for them. FUCK!

Shane moves in on Fran as she starts to slowly move, looking to apply the Kobayashi Maru----

Only to be spun around as Viktor Volkov unleashes a Red Hammer right across his jaw!

JACK WARREN: YES! YES! OH MY GOD IT’S A FUCKING CHRISTMAS MIRACLE HAHAHAHAHAHA HE’S FUCKING DEAD!

Atwater’s head snaps to the left, his joints stiffen and his eyes roll to the back of his head before crumples onto the canvas, knocked out by Volkov’s devastating casted left hook once again. The crowd begins to boo as a smirk slowly creeps onto the face of the Russian World Champion.

BRIAN MASON: THAT...THAT DAMN RED WOLF! THAT DAMN RUSSIAN!

JACK WARREN: TSAR VOLKOV!!!

RANDY THE PILOT: HE'S DEAD! BRUH!!!

The Hell Raiser runs his right hand through his dirty blonde hair, slicking it back before stepping over bodies until he’s over Salem Cartier, where his title belt is. With his smirk fading as quick as a flash, the big man bends over, reaching down and taking his title belt, keeping his gaze fixated upon Salem before spitting down at her, making his way back into the center of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Disgusting! Absolutely vile from the World Champion!

JACK WARREN: Say what you want Mason! The last Defiance before Divine Supremacy, Viktor Volkov is the sole survivor!

Standing in the center of the ring now, Viktor Volkov slowly pivots his head left and right, surveying the destruction - the bodies of the five challengers strewn across the ring. Without saying a word, the World Champion closes his eyes, breathing in the moment as he slowly raises his belt high into the air, all of the fans in attendance jeering him as the picturesque scene slowly fades into the HBO logo.

WINNER (and STILL champion): Viktor Volkov (19:19)

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