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Defiance 50 Aftershow
Topic Started: Aug 8 2016, 12:13 AM (942 Views)
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after Defiance only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Defiance spews backstage after every show with comments from the HKW stars and officials. Maybe we'll even see a brawl break out!
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Brian Stryker

Brian Stryker is backstage spitting blood on the floor as medical personal are giving him a check over. He looks at the camera and smiles a bloody smile.

Stryker: VOLKOV! You failed! All that talk of killing me. I'm still breathing you Russian fuck! The way I see it, it's 1-1 now. We are tied and now is when the fun really begins. I have a new goal. I'm gonna make you bleed. At this point the world title can wait. I want to make you bleed like you did me. I wanna show you you are mortal that the Red Wolf is touchable. I don't care if I have to take both f us out for it to happen. I've done it before, I'll gladly break another ring to do it again.

6 wrestlers locked inside a cage of steel and pain. 6 wrestlers willing to do unspeakable horrors to each other and their own bodies. I live for that kind of shit. I'm the freak show of HKW after all. I'm the mad man willing to do the shit no one is willing to do. What do you think locking me in a cage will do? I'm ready to take a match already known for it's brutality and make it that.....much sicker.


Stryker spits a large wad of blood right onto the camera lens as he grins some more through red stained teeth.

Stryker: See you all on the 28th!
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The Defiance aftershow goes to the parking lot where Felicity Banks is seen walking toward a stretch limousine that had been waiting for her. There’s a slight limp to her step, clearly sore after her hard fought battle against the HKW Global champion.

She reaches the limousine and knocks on the window for the driver to pop the trunk, then moves toward the back. Visibly frustrated, she stuffs her things into the trunk and slams it shut, turning around to see the drunk Eli Zayn standing next to her with a cake in his hand.

ELI ZAYN: FELLLL YOU LEFT ME EARLIER, YES YOU DID! YOU LET ME FALL TO THE GROUND LIKE A CLUMSY KID!

The Defiance interviewer chuckles as he takes a wobbly step forward, ignoring the scowl plastered on Felicity’s face.

ELI ZAYN: Haaaave a spe-spesh-special delivery for you! See!?

Eli holds the cake out toward Felicity and smiles from ear to ear.

ELI ZAYN: It’s from your brobro. He said this was for all the hard work you’ve put in.

Felicity squints her eyes as she takes a step forward, glaring down at the cake to read the lettering shaped out in skyblue icing.

ā€œFor three years of hard work, we thank you. But it’s deuces now, bitch!ā€

Rage fills the triple crown winners body as she slowly raises her head, her face forming into an evil bitch face like we’ve never seen.

ELI ZAYN: Something wrong with the cake, Fe---

Before Eli can finish, Felicity reaches forward and pushes the cake up into Eli’s face! Eli immediately stumbles back a bit, but Felicity lunges forward and connects with a Bank Shot superkick flush into Eli’s chin!

The scowl on her face turns into a grin as she takes a step forward and stares down at Eli.

FELICITY BANKS: Wrong place, wrong time, Eli.

Felicity walks around toward Eli’s head and grabs a hold of his arms. She pulls him toward the sidewalk to make sure cars couldn’t run him over, then struts toward her limo. She glances back at Eli as she pulls open the door and says:

FELICITY BANKS: I don’t eat grocery store made cake.

She hops into her limousine and slams the door shut as the aftershow transitions to another part of the arena.
Edited by Felicity Banks, Aug 8 2016, 01:16 AM.
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As the footage cuts to backstage, the feed reveals the sight of a locker room door, one belonging to Lady Magdalena. But as the door opens, it is not her that emerges. Instead, it is another figure, one very familiar to the audience. Tall, dark haired, brooding and powerful. Her brother, the Head Trainer of RISE, Andreas Lasiewicz! His face is devoid of emotion as he leaves, giving a polite nod to his sister as she comes into view. Magdalena herself, still clad in her ring gear, seems in high spirits for the first time in a while. As Andreas leaves the scene, her manager, Bobby B. Barabbas appears from seemingly nothing.

LADY MAGDALENA: Ah… Sir Robert.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: I pray this meeting went well?

LADY MAGDALENA: More than can be believed.

Bobby smiles warmly as she welcomes him into the locker room. Magdalena, although beaming, is showing the obvious tire from her match. She rests upon a plush loveseat, as Bobby prefers to stand.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: I wish you had allowed myself to be involved in this meeting, My Lady…

LADY MAGDALENA: Please, Sir Robert. I am quite aware that you and Andreas don’t see eye to eye.

The Pied Piper nods solemnly, rubbing his nose as he remembers his last encounter with Andreas.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: That much is quite true… Was this the reason why you have avoided my company since your match?

LADY MAGDALENA: I have many reasons, Sir Robert, but I needed time to reflect on the evenings events. After all, my side now has the advantage in Hybrid Hell.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Yes, I did mention that I felt that Fran and Salem could not co-exist, though I wish you had taken my advice and struck first against Magnum.

LADY MAGDALENA: Matters not who strikes first, it is who strikes last which matters most.

Barabbas applauds his client’s words with a proud smile upon his face.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Truer words never spoken.

He takes a seat next to her, taking her left hand in his, planting a polite peck upon her fingers as he stares at her with that infectious smile of his.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: So… you have discussed my suggestions with your brother? About selections for your team.

LADY MAGDALENA: I have indeed.

An inquisitive eyebrow is raised.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: And?

LADY MAGDALENA: I believe you are correct. Having blood on my side will give me a further advantage, so I have selected a Lasiewicz. One born in Krakow, Poland under a crescent moon.

Barabbas’ face lights up, knowing his advice has been taken in by the Frenchwoman.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Very good, very good. I am certain with having them on side, your victory is all but assured. Now, the Miss El situation.

Magdalena pulls her hand away from her manager, joy turning to nervous sorrow as she stutters her words.

LADY MAGDALENA: I will be f-following your sound advice. I will not be selecting her.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: A most wise decision. You care for the girl, but she has made it quite clear all she desires is the title for herself. She is using you, and she will stab you in the back to get what she wants. You have made a wise decision.

He tries to reassure her, but with a distant turn it is obvious that this decision is troubling her.

LADY MAGDALENA: As you say.

The Pied Piper presses on with his enquiries

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Now… your third team member? Have you made a decision on that?

LADY MAGDALENA: I’m afraid that is out of my hands. As a sweetener to my first choice, I have elected them to choose our final team member. They will make the decision.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: Very interesting indeed. Your brother has a great number of allies. Has he mentioned who he is considering? Leander Apollo, maybe? Talfourd? Chandler Scott? His wife? Maybe one of his fellow RISE coaches?

LADY MAGDALENA: Sir Robert… I did not select my brother.

She shook her head meekly, a sly smile developing on her exquisite facial features.

BOBBY B. BARABBAS: My Lady… I do not quite understand. You have stated you have selected a Lasiewicz? Born in Poland. That is your brother.

Bobby was confused, as he should have been. The Black Swan stood, opening the door to Bobby and beckoning him to leave.

LADY MAGDALENA: That is also my daughter… Anastazja Starling Lasiewicz, born in Krakow, Poland on the 30th of May, 1993. She is my pick. And she, and she alone, will make the final choice.

Barabbas looks shocked, he looks horrified. He stands, perplexed as he paces out the room, knowing full well how this is going to turn out.
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The camera moves towards the parking lot until it catches up with none other than the self proclaimed ā€˜Savior of Subversion’ Christian Kane. Placing an almost finished blunt into his mouth Kane lets his hair down, letting the hairtie slip over his knuckles and onto his wrist before he begins to tie his hair up from scratch. It’s at this point that Kane is ā€˜approached’ by the currently drunken Defiance interviewer Eli Zayn, who seems almost excited at the prospect of interviewing HKW's newest signing. He raises the microphone to his lips, although the wrong way around at first, and seems to struggle with it until Kane spins it around for him. This causes Zayn to chuckle as the pair of them make their way into the parking lot.

ELI ZAYN: Chrr...Christian Kane, earlier on tonight at Defiance 50 you SHOCKED EVERYBODY when you were revealed as the guy with the Bon Jovi! And the pretty fireworr..fire...fireworks! And then everyone cheered you, then everyone booed you like BOOOOOOOO! What do you think?

Kane takes a moment to process the fact that the question didn’t even make sense as he finishes tying up his hair, toking on the blunt one last time before nonchalantly stamping it out. He side-eyes Zayn for a moment, searching for his car with his eyes as the interviewer somehow patiently waits, the microphone held out in Christian’s general direction, the right way up this time. Allowing the wisps of smoke to escape his mouth, he reaches into his pocket for his keys before speaking.

CHRISTIAN KANE: You know, uh...Eli, is it?

He nods.

CHRISTIAN KANE: I’ve been away from the business for a long fucking time.

Kane then nods to himself after successfully fishing his keys out from his pocket.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Over a year. 13 months if we’re going to be exact. It’d be a daunting prospect for a lot of wrestlers to come back after so long - but I’m getting off track here. The point I’m trying to make is that, whilst I was away...whilst I was retired, maybe, I had to fill my time with things to do. If anyone follows me on social media they’ll see I’ve got a 3 year old who takes up a lot of my time, but I’ve got a wife who helps out with that.

Eli slowly begins to realise that he doesn’t know where the hell this is going and slowly raises an eyebrow as the Savior of Subversion continues.

CHRISTIAN KANE: So I filled that time up by learning magic. I know, it’s weird, right?

Christian shrugs as he unlocks his 2012 Lamborghini Aventador.

CHRISTIAN KANE: But it kept me busy, you know? It kept me sharp between the ears when I got off the blow. So, why don’t you let me show you a magic trick?

Eli Zayn’s inner child comes bursting out of him as he jumps, throwing a fist in the air.

ELI ZAYN: MAAAAAGGGGIIICCCC!!!

CHRISTIAN KANE: Uh, yeah. Here. Let Henny Houdini take that.

The Handsome Drifter reaches over, taking the microphone out of Eli’s hands before showing it off to him.

CHRISTIAN KANE: You see Eli, I’m going to make this microphone disappear. Watch.

With that, Kane runs an open palm over the microphone once...twice...three times before winding up and throwing it as far as he can down to the other end of the parking lot. Eli seems almost amazing until he realises what just happened and begins to frown. He goes to run for his microphone, but instantly falls over. The Savior of Subversion shakes his head as he opens the door to the car.

CHRISTIAN KANE: Man. You’re kinda proving my point. Drunk interviewers, an insane biker commie and trash like Luke Wisia on the roster? Defiance is too far gone. But Subversion? Well, Subversion may not be a lost cause just yet. Thanks to the SAAAAAAVVVIIIAAAAHHHH.

Christian Kane then goes on to throw on a pair of shades before reaching into his pocket one last time, throwing a couple of hundreds down at Zayn.

CHRISTIAN KANE: I don't talk to Defiance interviewers. Grab a coffee, buy a new microphone, and consider this the last time I'm the least bit courteous to you, dickhead.

Pulling the car door shut, the engine almost instantly roars to life - the Savior of Subversion disappearing almost as quickly as he appeared whilst Zayn begins to dry heave on the cold parking lot concrete.
Edited by HENNY, Aug 8 2016, 03:13 PM.
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The camera slowly fades in to reveal Nina Stokes sitting backstage. The HKW Lionheart Championship rests in her lap as she sips on a Monster energy drink. After taking one long swig, she wipes her mouth and turns towards the camera man.

NINA STOKES: Long time no see, Defiance. As you all know, I didn’t have a match today. Tonight, I was here to support Salem and a couple of other homies. You could also say that I was out here to observe as well. Can you all guess what match caught my eye in particular?

She takes a quick sip.

NINA STOKES: If you guessed ODB versus XPJ, then you’re correct. But don’t expect any prize money.

She pauses for a quick second.

NINA STOKES: XPJ, congrats on your win...No, I’m not being facetious. ODB and I don’t get along much, but I’m not going to lie and say he isn’t talented. He put on one hell of fight, and he got bested. And in his defeat, I learned something very valuable, something that I’ve known all along—you aren’t invincible.

She nods.

NINA STOKES: For whatever reason, here in HKW certain wrestlers are viewed in a different like. If you ask fans and peer alike, they make it out as if these wrestlers are untouchable. You were listed among them XPJ, at one point in time.

She held up a finger.

NINA STOKES: However, ODB reminded everyone that you can get hurt out there. You got rocked, XPJ. You were on the verge of defeat several times—hell, at one point in the match, everyone thought he had knocked you the fuck out.

But here’s the million dollar question, if you ODB can put a hurting on you...what exactly do you think is going to happen when you step in that ring with me? You are contending the Lionheart Championship, the belt that I fought so desperately to rescue; so of course I’m going to be even more amped up than usual.

She takes another sip.

NINA STOKES: Aww, but let’s not forget there are other implications to this match up, yeah? You tried to use my wife to get to me. It didn’t necessarily work; however, I need to repay you the favor. And of course, there’s the fact that our bout needs to be spectacular, for the sake of the Lionheart Division.

Nina sighs.

NINA STOKES: XPJ, at this point, you’ve just got to be honest with yourself—your kingdom is in ruins. And, unfortunately for you, it won’t be rebuilt on my dime or at my expense. The Lionheart Division has been fortified by a new kingdom; and it’s leader, shit, I heard she a tough cookie.

She takes one last sip.

NINA STOKES: Bide your time wisely, XPJ. After I’m done with Page, it’s just you and me boo—just you and me.

The camera fades out.
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Following the conclusion of Defiance 50 cameras catch Ryan Lecavalier walking out of the trainer’s room, evidently being looked at after the brutal attack lay on by the Reapers during her tag team match. It wasn’t long before two voices were heard in the distance; one female another male, disputing over what a crazy night it had been. With an ice pack rested firmly behind her neck, Ryan walked the walk of shame after being jumped. She obviously looked agitated and in no mood to talk. But before she could even head out, she had to endure the prying of the Defiance backstage interviewers.

LOLA J: Hey, Ryan, if you wouldn’t min—

She had been stopped with a simple snap of the finger and a point, silencing her immediately. Ryan moved her hand from behind her head cupping the ice pack in hand, shaking her head with a knowing look on her face. She briefly eyed Lola for a second, but the only thing audible thing was her grumbling something about getting payback after what just took place. Lola returned a quizzical look, Ryan’s eyes seemed to narrow, gesturing for her to move the microphone towards her. When she did, she said something directly to her.

RYAN LECAVALIER: Don’t even say anything. We all caught what just happened – some of us more up close and personal than others. If any of you out there thought that was an act of Divine Supremacy I got the message loud and clear.

Lola J needed Ryan to elaborate so she decided to dig deeper for an answer.

LOLA J: What do you mean, Ryan?

Ryan paused giving her the meanest of looks before a small smile formed against her lips, she pointed with icepack in hand towards the corridor off camera.

RYAN LECAVALIER: I don’t want to catch a fine, if you value your health you’ll get lost. I’d hate to be the reason you quit HKW that’s the last thing I need on my mind right now, I don’t need you tweeting how unjust that is. On the other hand a fine is the least of my worries, I don’t need to sit through one of those HKW mandated conduct seminars. I’d rather avoid it, interview someone else.

Lola took a step back making sure not to invade Ryan’s personal space. Ryan persisted by taking a step forward and this continued until Lola exited the screen, of course, Lola obliged. After all, she needed to earn her paycheck and keep her health, too. As soon as Ryan was rid of Lola she stared by at the screen or a second, icepack still in hand.

RYAN LECAVALIER: I’ve held my tongue ever since Smoke and Mirrors: Night Two. I’m sure you all remember when I actually beat Sofia King. It was a competitive match between two women who were equally matched, that’s until she let frustration set in and decided to lay me out then proceed to spit on me – must’ve been the highlight of her night – I haven’t forgotten, I’ve been saving that for later out of respect to a friend of mine.

She tilted her head to the side her grimace showing further as if she was going back on topic to what transpired.

RYAN LECAVALIER: Tonight was all about sending a message and Alexis Green III sent one. What you failed to realize is that you set yourself up for failure come Divine Supremacy. Not only did you and your ā€˜group’ attack us ahead of our match, you made yourself out to be public enemy number one. We’re still two weeks away from Divine Supremacy. That's not very smart of you, there's plenty of time for you to get hurt. If not by me, Jackie or someone else who actually cares about this match might. [There was a slight nod.] I’m very aware that I’ve seldom said anything; it’s made me into this joke given that I choose to let my actions speak louder than any words ever could. I won’t bother changing that perception. Changing one’s perception is a sign of weakness. I don’t have to be taken seriously simply because at the end of the day winning at Divine Supremacy is all that matters. Your antics on social media doesn’t earn you a fucking thing in the ring. Insult me all you like – there’s still eighty feet of rope you have to step between to prove me a joke.

RYAN LECAVALIER: I'm going to enjoy every single minute that I get to take out my frustration that's mounted up to this point on someone, Alexis.

She looked down and then straight ahead, her point continued on. At her side clenched the icepack a little tighter refraining from using certain words.

RYAN LECAVALIER: Right now losing is the furthest thing from my mind right now. It helps slightly that the match tonight ended in a no contest. Alexis, you might’ve gotten the last laugh this week, though you and your little friends don’t faze me in the slightest. Alexis, you won’t like what happens the next time we cross paths. I guarantee it.

Ryan chucks the icepack off screen and proceeds to walk the opposite direction as the camera faded to back.

Edited by Ryan LeCavalier, Aug 8 2016, 07:17 PM.
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Backstage, we see a clearly fuming William Alexander Andrews pacing back and forth. He grabs his duffel bag and throws it into a locker, screaming as it thuds against the wood. The door opens, William’s tag partner, DeMarcus Gresham, walks through, his large frame taking up a good amount of the door space.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: What the hell was that DeMarcus?! Care to explain what that exactly was!?

DeMarcus walks in still in most of his wrestling gear a pair of sweats over his uni as he continues to rotate the arm Ashley Sullivan took complete advantage of during his All or Nothing series loss. The irritation and disappointment of the overall night evident on his face but at the same time the big man keeps a poised demeanor over the pain he felt in his arm. Standing tall without shame he speaks with his hands in front of him in a controlled way.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Care to explain what? The heat of battle? The core of combat? The fact that like you I was immersed in a fight of my own. I threw that little runt like the runt he is.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: The hell with your little spat with Ashley Sullivan! I could care less.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I believe you mean couldn’t.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Dammit! No. I could care less about that match, because while attempting to capture some apparent worthwhile opportunity, you made us both look like jack offs. That match is the reason why we’re the fools this week. For three weeks we’ve had to endure those two cackling hyenas talk and talk and talk and talk and talk! And when I had a damn chance to shut them up you screw it up!

DeMarcus breathes in deeply before putting his hands together squeezing them slightly.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: William---I am not speaking about my ā€˜spat’ with Ashley Sullivan. A loss is a loss and I shall deal with that in my own fashion. My ability to compartmentalize is quite strong. With that said, I did not mean to cause interference or problem during your match. I was fighting the younger Porter as you were the elder. I sincerely apologize…

DeMarcus’ eyes cut lowly as his lets go of his joined hands staring at his ST partner.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: For your lack of focus and overwhelming interest into matters outside of the ring instead of your foe inside of it. As much as I am to blame in this you also need to realize where your personal faults lies and learn from it. Those two pieces of swine can continue to talk and speak and rant as they wish. It does not and WILL NOT change the consummation of their weak effort. They will be in the back of the line and we will continue on to become the representation of tradition this company needs.

William lets out a sigh looking at DeMarcus.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: I don’t think you get it man, I was lead to believe that you were smarter than most of the people in this company, that you had more respect for what happens in that damn ring than outside of it and then you go and pull that shit. Regardless of those two, we need to be better than that display out there. We need to prove we’re better than them, both in ability and in behaviour. I was informed while you were out there doing God knows what that our match, is going to determine the #1 contender for the tag titles. I am not going to let those two stains on tradition have a chance to compete for the titles. Nothing will get in my way DeMarcus…nothing

William stares through DeMarcus, one that continues to cast blame. DeMarcus smirks slightly looking right at William.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I will choose to act as though you did not question my intellect at this time as you know that I know that YOU know, that is far from profitable for either of us. I will also choose to ignore the fact that you just displaced my failed opportunity as a ā€˜God knows what’ as this also would be far from profitable for either of us.

An exhale from DeMarcus shows a high level of restraint.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: What I will also do is remind you that a unit is only as good as the mindset. Cohesive. I have admitted my misstep in my actions this evening. That, is as far as it will go. Meanwhile you say nothing will get in MY way. My---as if what was once a unit has now become individuals. Individuals don’t reach the goals WE have set. Individuals do not claim that glory WE wish to achieve. I have not lost sight of that even in the midst of this unfortunate evening. We are better. Period. The Cut Above and Giftedly so. They will take this night as the only instance of divine intervention ever in their careers or even daily lives. WE, are the capital of this company. WE, are the purity of this profession. WE, will be the #1 contender's. IF...we remain a unit. You are upset, understandably so.

DeMarcus rolls that arm and shoulder once more.

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Do not allow missteps to overtake focus or WE will be no better than the stains we are eradicating. In understanding your current emotion I still behoove you to think before stepping further into the pool of descent, as again---it will NOT be profitable for either of us.

William exhales loudly.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Fine. WE need to get our asses in a ring and get to training.

William storms past DeMarcus. William comes back from his bag.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: I’ll call you.

William again storms past his partner. DeMarcus remains in the room as he turns around to watch William leave. The door closes and DeMarcus rolls that same shoulder with his head tilting slightly before the scene fades.
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Salem sat back against the locker, a bag of ice wrapped in a towel against her sweaty head, coal black hair hanging limp and stringy in her eyes. She leaned over and spat a mixture of blood and phlegm on the floor and attempted to clear her throat with a ragged cough. She was grimy after a hard fought tag match, a length extracurricular brawl with Fran throughout the backstage area which eventually spilled back into the ring later. Her taped fist wiped at her mouth, leaving a red streak on the dirty white tape. She looked at the camera with a hard deadpan stare of seriousness beyond compare, then she shook her head and leaned her head back, looking up and cackling with laughter. Eyes on the ceiling, she spoke.

ā€œDid you see?ā€

She began to unwind the tape from one wrist, as she began to kick off one of her already unlaced boots.

ā€œThe bodies… so many people… in and around the ring. Did you see?ā€

She kicked one boot off and it flopped on the floor as she wrung out her painted toes, licking her bloody lip.

ā€œIt’s only a preview… a trailer… of coming attractions! The blockbuster is still before us… three weeks. Divine Supremacy… THE CHAMBER! Each of us in there and then we get to find out… who is most supreme? Who is most divine?ā€

She kicked off her other boot and flung the wad of tape from her hand down on the floor, bloody and dirty.

ā€œDid you see? Because I just did… moments ago… the aftermath of tonight’s main event. Stryker you fought well…. It wasn’t to be. The so-called crazy with the lust for blood… I quieted her….again.ā€

She coughed again, moving the ice pack around on he head.

ā€œFran Fran Fran… you hit me with your Goat Stick, the one you use to herd your brothers and sisters from town to town in your unholy goat union. It’s fine… they are your people, and the loyalty is what it is, perverse or not. You dropped me on my head! Guess what? I woke back up. And I keep relieving a moment over and over; oh no not you hitting me. ā€œ

She laughed again, closing her eyes tight and shaking with an intensity as her eyes popped open and she was motionless and still, looking through the camera if that was possible.

ā€œDid you see it? For the first time EVER… I held that belt in my hands… the World Championship. And yet it was a hollow, insincere moment; because that belt doesn’t belong to me.ā€

She slammed her fist back into the locker, riled up.

ā€œNot yet! But come Divine Supremacy… come the Chamber? You will have to rip me to shreds and scatter me to the four winds because as long as there is a breath in my body and a will to stand and fight for what I believe in, for what I want? I’m going to do everything in my power to walk out of Divine Supremacy as the NEW World Champion!ā€

She ran her fingers through her hair, pointing at the camera.

ā€œBig Vik Volkov! Ever classy spitting on me when you didn’t even do a single thing to me… I make no apologies for holding onto your belt and looking at it longingly… simply put, you’ve got it and I want it. Getting put into this Chamber match, it was the first part of the promise I made to myself when I returned to HKW after my absence: my first ever chance at obtaining the richest prize on Defiance, heck arguably the richest prize in all of Hard Knox Wrestling. The second part of that promise? The Witch WILL be World Champion. The train of inevitability has left the station, it is roaring down the tracks… picking up more and more speed. The Russian Hammer wielded by our champion is NOT stronger than the resolve within my body! For all the guts that Brian Stryker possesses, his willingness to damn near kill himself with all his daredevil antics? The highwire act will crash and burn, I’m sorry. When you live without a net, the fall is a hell of a thing. And then you’ve got Nicole Hamilton who seems to just keep playing tagalong whenever the Bloodlust Title is involved. Can someone explain to the poor girl that the BIG belt is on the line here? Not just her so-called baby? Stay out of my way, Nicole… trust me. You already know what I’m capable of.ā€

She rubs her chin.

ā€œShane Atwater… you’ve definitely got the biggest claim out of any of us in that Chamber to getting that belt. You lost it and you’ve never gotten a fair shake in getting in back until now. I’m sorry, but from one professional to another, I’ve got to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening. It is nothing against you, Shane… but you’ve already been at the top of the world. I want that view for myself. It’s so close I can almost taste it… or maybe that’s the blood in my mouth. Thanks, Fran. Yes, Fran… at Divine Supremacy bring your goats. Bring your cows, your sheep, your ducks, and anything else you can raid from Old MacDonald. But make sure you bring one other thing often found in the barnyard… your ass. Not the hee-haw kind; your narrow Fleexican one… because I’m going to kick it from one end of the Chamber to the other. And whatever is left over I will feed to the goats. But there’s one thing that the goats won’t get… and neither will Fran, or Nicole, or Shane, or Volkov, or Stryker…. It’s the title.ā€

She tossed the icepack on the floor and leans forward.

ā€œBecause at Divine Supremacy? Right there in Whitney, Nevada? I will mine the Witch’s Gold. ā€˜Tis the Season….ā€

She shoved the camera to the side as the feed cut out.

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It was a mess, tables flipped and trash cans thrown about. The screaming voice of Raven Apollyon is heard as she rampages backstage with Big Brother following behind. After her earlier altercation with Ashley Chase, which ended in a fight that had to be pulled apart and left Raven with a busted lip, the HKW rookie is clearly still upset. She spins toward Big Brother.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Why did you interfere?! I was gonna kick her ass and be done with it! She wouldn't have even made it to Divine Supremacy if you didn't hold me back!

The masked man looks at Raven, but doesn't respond. He turns his attention to the cameraman recording this. Raven turns around to see the man Big Brother was looking at and growls.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Everyone knows who you are, why the fuck are you still trying to hide it?!

Yet, still no response. Raven shakes her head and makes her way over to the camera.

RAVEN APOLLYON: You, fuckface, I have something to say. You see this?

Raven points around at all of the mess she had caused.

RAVEN APOLLYON: That's me letting off a little steam. That's NOT me letting my anger out. When I let my anger out, you'll know it. You'll know it, because Ashley Chase's pretty little face will be covered in her own blood! She thinks she can get away with slapping me?! With kicking my mentor?! No! I've been in this company for only a few short weeks and I've already got this ass kissing curtain jerker pissing me off! She's gonna learn not to fuck with me! I'm gonna ignore the fact that I'm being relegated to the preshow, because I honestly deserve it if my opponent is fucking Ashley Chase, but this shit isn't gonna go unpunished. Is it, Big Brother?!

Apollyon looks back at her masked mentor. While he continues his silence, he responds with a simple shake of the head. Raven rolls her eyes and looks back at the camera.

RAVEN APOLLYON: Trust me, he's just as enthusiastic about the decimation of Ashley Chase as I am and it WILL be a decimation. I've barely been here for a cup of coffee, but Ashley won't be drinking coffee at Divine Supremacy. She'll be gagging on her own goddamn blood! Fuck Ashley Chase and fuck anyone who thinks that worthless cunt has any sort of talent! Ashley, I hope you go on Evolve and watch this. I hope you hear my words. The next time we come face to face, there's not gonna be any separating us. You don't get the easy way out that time. You're gonna stand there in the center of the ring and feel every single bone in my body CRACKING you in your face! You think you know pain? You have no clue. August 28th, start counting the days.

Raven, still fully incensed, turns around and walks off, violently swatting a cup off of a nearby table and shouting as she does so. Big Brother follows after her and the scene fades.
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