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Divine Supremacy Aftermath
Topic Started: Aug 28 2016, 09:42 PM (1,982 Views)
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Catch up with the HKW superstars after Divine Supremacy goes off the air only on Evolve! Watch as the action from Divine Supremacy 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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There’s a celebratory mood in the communal Reapers In Pride locker room as the new HKW World Champion Lance Winters is showing off his title belt to his fellow Reapers. Grinning as he rubs his palm over the face of the gold belt, the Prez doesn’t note that one Reaper sitting at the other end of the table isn’t in a celebratory mood at all. With a look of pure scorn, the former champion Viktor Volkov stares a hole through Winters as the Russian methodically begins to remove his wrist tape - his eyes not moving for a split second. A roar of laughter is heard at the other end of the locker room as Lance speaks, surrounded by his men.

LANCE WINTERS: YOU SEE THIS boys? THIS, is what having a GOOD OL’ insurance policy GETS YOU. Makes sure NOTHING goes wrong. AND IF IT DOES, a policy has ya covered. We’re STILL ON TOP. AND better yet? I GET TO CARRY THIS baby around on my PRETTY LITTLE shoulder.

Shelton Monroe is the first to speak up, grinning as he eyes the title.

SHELTON MONROE: You deserve it, Prez.

Kyan Winters, Lance’s brother then speaks up in agreement with Monroe.

KYAN WINTERS: That’s right.

He says, nodding. This sets off a chain reaction, the whole group speaking one after the other, congratulating their president. Lance laughs out loud, grabbing his can of beer from the table.

LANCE WINTERS: Now FELLAS...Let’s get one thing straight. TONIGHT DID NOT ONLY PROVE that we’re the ones to beat. BUT THAT NOBODY can run this fucking SHOW LIKE WE CAN. Yeah...Maybe Odyn and Chance got their asses BEAT BY A COUPLE PLAYSTATION memory card collectors. BUT YOU CAN’T ALWAYS win when you’re drunk OFF YOUR ASS. So I’m not gonna HOLD IT against them. For now WE’RE GOING TO CELEBRATE. My son whooped CHRISTIAN KANE’s ass. HE WENT OUT THERE and did exactly WHAT he wanted to do. FUCK what happened afterwards, that has nothing TO DO with us. ALEX kicked Ryan’s ass. GOOD. THAT MAN TURNT WOMAN deserved to get it’s ass beat. REESE...Well Reese you’re still breathing and pretty…….But the GODDAMN WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP is still ours. Ol’ Zakk is still DOING THE REAPERS good work for us even from FAR AWAY. The REAPERS run this YARD BOYS. WE RUN THIS goddamn yard nobody else.

The whole group roars in approval, all of them raising their drinks high in the air, though as they do this, Winters notices Volkov off at the other end of the room, the look on the Russian’s face more than telling the story. The new World Champion puts his drink down and hops off of the table he was sat on, slowly making his way through his Reapers and over to the Red Wolf, the rest of them watching in anticipation as this is happening. The Prez is now standing over the seated Volkov, breathing heavily as he extends a hand to the Russian. The Red Wolf stares at the hand for a moment before slowly rising, prompting Lance to take a step back to allow him to do so. With his gaze fixated upon the champion, Volkov raises his hand, not to shake Winters’, but to poke at the HKW World Championship belt.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: That...is...mine.

LANCE WINTERS: VIK, it’s all of ours. I’M JUST THE GUY that’s holding it.

Lance looks and sees that his Hell Raiser isn’t happy by no means.

LANCE WINTERS: What’s the MATTER, son? I thought YOU’D BE IN A BETTER MOOD.

Volkov looks down into Winters’ eyes for a couple of moments before responding.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Better mood? I am suppose to be in better mood. I go through match of my life, yes I lose, fair enough for this. But then I see you take my title from Atwater? I cannot accept this.

LANCE WINTERS: You’re goddamn right I did. I wasn’t about to let that fuck walk away with it. I had to be sure THIS stayed with us. We run Defiance, Vik. We have their most precious championship. We have the No Limits Championship. Hell soon enough we’ll have all the goddamn gold on this brand while we still got THE VP RUNNING Subversion.

Lances takes a step back and nods.

LANCE WINTERS: I get it..You’re angry. Shane made you tap, and you’re angry about it. And you damn well should be. Because you had that man knocked out cold and concussed more than once. And this time around, you lost. He got the better of you. SON, lemme tell you something. THAT KIND OF shit happens. But it’s what you do afterwards that counts.

The big Russian laughs to himself out of disbelief as he rubs his bearded cheeky. He looks at Lance, then around the room - all eyes on him. He debates staying silent for a moment, but then begins to speak.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: You want to know something, ‘Prez’? For so long I think that I have found somewhere to belong here, in RIP. Because back home in Russia, I was always black sheep. I never quite achieve what my father think for me, you know. When I am little boy, he want Volkov to be doctor. This does not happen. Then when I grow up he want me to be boxer, just like him. I go to Olympics. I lose. I come home with nothing - so I do the only thing I know back then. Life of crime. I do terrible things over there, I work for my father. He never want this for me.

The Red Wolf sighs loudly as he takes his Reapers In Pride cut off the hook on his locker.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Then I come here. And eventually I think I find my place with you guys. You bring me in. Sometime I am not do so well, but you stick by me. I was just Young Cub. Then I become Red Wolf.

He nods to himself, his gravelly voice becoming deeper.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: I dominate. Anybody who get in my wa--...no. Anybody who get in OUR way, I take them out. I come to Defiance and I win the World Championship. And finally I have achieve something that I never thought I can do in my entire career...and then you do this to me. You want talk about insurance, Lance? Hm? Maybe you should talk about how you don’t win title if wasn’t for me. How I am the one who does the damage to Atwater, not you. You take from me the only thing that give my career meaning, then you tell me to be happy? Well if you think this, then fuck you. And fuck the Reapers In Pride. At Rumble 2 Destiny 3 is you defending your belt against me, motherfucker, and I will make you pay.

With that Viktor Volkov pushes his cut into Winters’ chest as he walks by him, heading for the door. Swinging it open, he’s about to leave until the HKW World Champion speaks up.

LANCE WINTERS: Fine...Fine, son I’ll give you that. You’ve done great things for me and this entire club. You deserve SO MUCH MORE. But Vik…

Lance’s smile fades away from his face as he looks down at the cut gripping it in his hands. He slowly looks back up to Volkov with a dark stare.

LANCE WINTERS: Don’t think for a second I’m going to let up on you. Don’t think Grim won’t come knocking on your door because of this...Betrayal.

Looking over his shoulder just slightly, Volkov nods.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Let him knock. I have Red Hammer waiting for him.

Volkov then leaves the room after slamming the door shut leaving his now former brothers and sisters there in silence. Lance sets the World Championship down on the table and stares down at it for a moment as he thinks to himself. Hearing a sniffle in the corner, causes The Prez and the rest of the Reapers to look over and see a cameraman standing there in the room.

SHELTON MONROE: What in the hell?

LANCE WINTERS: How long have you been there? NEVER MIND, JUST get the fuck out of here! GET OUT OF HERE!

Lance looks as if he was about to pull out a gun from behind his back and the cameraman quickly rushes out of the room. Lance shakes his head as he watches the door close. He then looks over to the club and picks up his beer.

LANCE WINTERS: Who's READY FOR a party?
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AG III has packed her gear up for the night and is trying to exit the arena when HKW cameras catch up with her. Noticing them, she scowls as she keeps walking, while asking.

A.G. III: What do you want? My thoughts?

A scoff.

A.G. III: Shit didn't go how I planned 100% but you know what? Fuck it, tonight was a good night! Ryan can try all the half-assed attempts to downplay shit all she wants, say how Miss "Gotta be prepared I'mma super professional" wanna say she got caught off guard now. I get it, I'd be salty too if I wanted to hype myself up as this awesome badass vet and a straight out of developmental wrestler kept kicking my ass too. Far as I'm concerned, I proved my point with her. Defiance 50, dropped her. Tonight, dropped her and pinned her. She couldn't stop the finish of the match because I DROPPED HER and she was catching these hands. Me and her, he, it, whatever ... we done!

She exclaims, shaking her head.

A.G. III: It was a good night to be a Reaper, the Prez did what he had to do to keep the gold in the fam. Luke handles his shit, and anything that wasn't handled tonight? It will be ... Fowler got one over this night. I said he was the closest thing to a threat in that match, but it ain't over. Things ain't over when the bell rings, I decide when it's over, and ONLY ME! Just ask Meg Banks! Just ask anyone from RISE, anyone who got they ass jumped at Defiance 50. I don't
"break" rules, AG III makes her own. I decide the when, where and how! I call the fucking shots when I make something my business, that's why this scramble was STILL the AG III show even if I didn't walk out with that ring! THAT is why they made me a Reaper! And Jackie's gonna find that out real soon when I de-fowler that pretty little asshole of his!

Swinging a door open, she adds.

A.G. III: Now if you'll excuse me, I got a party to catch -- don't think they gonna be serving any white russians at it.

Slamming it behind her, the video ends.
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The scene up up backstage. Nina Stokes is seated on a bench just outside the medical area. It’s been a fair amount of time since her match, as evidence by her change in attire. She’s wearing a fresh Black Nike sport bra, dark colored distressed jeans, and a white pair of Nike Janoski Q’s.

There’s an large ice-pack wrapped around her neck; it’s held in place due to her leaning against the wall. There wasn’t anything life-threatening pain, just soreness and exhaustion. Either way, she welcomed the ice-pack’s soothing, cool touch.

A wicked smirk crosses her face as the cameraman draws a bit closer, followed by a small laugh.

NINA STOKES: I was wondering when you all would show up.

Nina care sits up set a bit, making sure not to disrupted the ice-pack’s placement.

NINA STOKES: I think it’s safe to say that it’s been a wild night for HKW as a whole; a lot of wild shit went down. I’m doing an interview in Miami sometime in the next two weeks. The host is a big HKW fan, so when that rolls around, I’m sure you’ll get to hear my key thoughts Rumble to Destiny, and a couple of Divine Supremacy happenings. But, tonight, let’s talk about this…

The camera pans over to Nina’s far right. The HKW Lionheart Championship is resting there. She picks it up and places it on her lap.

NINA STOKES: Tonight, this just got a little bit more valuable.

Her eyes dart down to the belt’s plate.

NINA STOKES: You know, a lot of people told me it was a dumbass move to confront XPJ, much less piss the man off and give him an opportunity to reclaim his former prize. Was it the smartest decision? Hmm, perhaps not. Nonetheless, in business, in life, progress and growth won’t be made with a little bit of risk.

She nods her head.

NINA STOKES: Facing XPJ was indeed a risk. However, it was a calculated risk, and it was a one that I was able to plan for.

She went silent for a couple of seconds.

NINA STOKES: XPJ is intense, aint no doubt about that. He hit me me multiple times. Each strike was stiffer than the last. However, weeks ago I was able to make an account for each and every step I took out there. Therefore, I practiced, I trained...I retained.

She nods.

NINA STOKES: XPJ, that descent is perilous. Trust me, only the strongest are able to survive it. But, if you’re as tough as said you are, then you’ll bounce back. And aye, championship or not, when you dust yourself off, come find—we’ll mix it up again.

She pauses to gather and organize her thoughts.

NINA STOKES: Now, let’s talk about what’s the come. I know me process of naming the next contender is a bit, unorthodox, a bit out of the norm. But hey, just think of it as a call back to the original purpose of the Lionheart Division. It was meant to stand apart from the rest of the company, right? So, I’m simply following suit.

Nina leans forward. She grabs the ice-packs and sets it down on bench.

NINA STOKES: That being said, yeah, I already know who I’m picking next. You all are going to enjoy this next one. I know for certain that I am.

With that, the camera begins to fade out.
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“I appreciate the messages, but I don’t need a welcoming committee…”

Nest says, still lurking around in the shadows of the arena.

NEST: The truth of the matter is, it was never a matter of IF. It’s not a matter of why. It wasn’t a matter of how, but when…it was only a matter of time.

Nest starts to chuckle.

NEST: My contract for Hard Knox Wrestling has been collecting dust for some time now. You think the man that dominated what was once known as the Lion’s Den…No, my apologies…the man that dominated what used to be HIS NEST. You think there was never a time where other companies tried to pull me away? I’ve gotten messages from promoters all over the world, but I ignored every single one. I thought putting my time and dedication into the place that made me, would amount to something.

Leaning against a production crate, disdain starts to cloud the face of Nest.

NEST: Maybe, just maybe if I paid my dues that I would get the respect I deserved. Well I got it, and I’m still not satisfied. I don’t just want people to respect me. How can you not respect someone who's done what I have in the time I've been competing? That's not what I want anymore. I want fear. I want to overtake this company just as I did the Lion's Den, and I will...just a matter of time...You people will fear me, if you're smart. None of you, whether you're on Defiance or Subversion want to be caught in my crosshairs because then there's no escape. But I'm hunting. I'm on the prowl for bodies to take to the grave. Particularly I want the weak. The gender-fluid, malnourished feces that infest the wrestling world today. Xavier Asher Daniels could be described as the face of the infestation…

A devious smirk from Nest.

NEST: You were no random target. I didn’t just choose your name out of a hat to make a statement. I singled you out on purpose. I’ve been watching you from my tree top for some time now, observing how you carry yourself. As soon as I was offered a contract, I paid close attention, scanning the sea of talents to see who were the bad apples in the bunch. You stuck out like a sore thumb. The flamboyance. The way you climbed your way to relevancy by playing the victim who got sick of everyone feeling sorry for him. The man who's sick of pretending to be a man. The man who's sick of feeling sorry for himself. As sick as you are, watching you parade around this company sickens me more. Your presence is sickening; and what’s even more sickening is that on top of your blatant inadequacies for the wrestling business, you have the nerve to call yourself a musician.

Nest laughs.

NEST: Well Xavier, I’m about to show you my idea of music. The sounds of me beating you to a bloody pulp will be euphoric. The sounds of me ripping your bones apart, tearing your limbs out of place and grinding your face against the mat will hit octaves that not even Mariah Carey and Freddie Mercury could come close to. We’re going to put on a concert for the fans and the locker room of Hard Knox Wrestling. After all…this is my grand entrance. In a way, it makes you special. Special because you’re the first victim in my serial assault of this company. I don’t need to be an obnoxious Twitter warrior proclaiming to be the next big thing here; especially, when my actions have always spoken louder. Everyone here says they want to be the best, and so very few actually prove it when those bright lights hit the canvas. However, that’s where I thrive. No matter if it’s in North Carolina, or in rings across the globe…

Nest looks directly ahead, stroking his beard.

NEST: …when I step inside, it becomes my Nest. HKW is my new domain. Nest Assured, I will make sure this place showcases the best wrestling this sport has to offer. Unfortunately, for XAD and those I deem unworthy of that standard, there will be no place for you in my ecosystem.
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She twitched, pain shooting through her. Her eyesight was blurred, a mixture of blood and tears obscuring her view. She squinted as tried to gain her vision, but all she could see was red and steel. The agony jolted in her back, a thousand and one little daggers penetrating her body, a faint warmth of fluid coating the mess below. She couldn’t hear anything but a faint ringing, over and over and over again in her ears. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. She tried to breathe, but the wind was knocked out of her. She tried to feel something, anything, but there was nothing. Nothing but mesh and crimson and steel. Then there was something, warm and moist. Out of the corner of her eye, through a shard of glass, she saw another face, insanely close and drawing huge gulps of air. This became nothing but mist and fog as she felt her consciousness leaving her once more. There was another ring, three of them, and a monstrous roar that seemed to come from the depths of Hades himself. Her first movement, a shake, a quiver, a convulsion as hot, thick red spewed from her lips. Was this how it would all end? The final fall from grace for 'Little Lady Lyne? As she turned her face, she felt the painful prick of another shard piercing her cheek, but it mattered not. She saw one figure, blurry with dyed hair, something glistening in her hand. Words rang out, robotic and unfeeling. “I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear. I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear.”

“Sophia…” she murmured as she gazed out across the horror of the battlefield, as her eyesight failed and all went black.

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“Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First his Cromwell; will Lady Magdalena have her Sophie El? If you choose her, she will betray you…” Bobby’s words rang out once more in her mind as she was wheeled away. At least, she thought she was being wheeled. She could have been floating on air for all she knew, that helpless feeling of weightlessness taking hold. She could have been on her way to the afterlife, but she had no fare for the ferryman to take her on her way. Would she be stranded by the shore, staring out with blinded eyes across an ocean of black for all eternity? Or would she return to that hell, the metal, the glass daggers, the blood? She still felt some of it on her face, beginning to dry up on her scalp. Was it hers? She didn’t remember receiving a laceration to the head. Could it have been Magnum’s? Did she wipe her brow after cutting him deep? Was it her daughter’s? She couldn’t quite remember her climbing the chamber, only the feeling of terror as she dangled there from the ceiling. She said something, it wasn’t clear, nothing was. And then she fell, as if in slow motion, tumbling and turning until she landed upon the masked monstrosity below.

In that moment, another flashed before her eyes. Eyes, two of them, one green, one blue. The babe’s eyes, with the same eyes as the babe’s father. Evil, monstrous eyes. They terrified her, those same eyes now looking upon her, in her child’s form. She was nothing but a girl, a child not grown when this was forced upon her. The babe’s eyes, the father’s eyes, the coward’s eyes in the corner holding a black balloon and saying nothing, nothing. “Look and see, little Isaac. See how it’s done, little Isaac. Look and see. See how she likes it. Look and see. LOOK AND SEE!” Her heart stopped. She silently screamed. She closed her eyes.

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“She is not a Lasiewicz, my Lady. It is time you stopped treating her as one. She is a Kaiser through and through. And if you select her for Hybrid Hell, it will be your undoing. All you can trust is blood. Your blood, and blood offered to you. Kaiser’s do not offer. They take. And you will discover that the hard way if you follow this path.” Bobby once more, echoing out with his seductive words. She didn’t want to believe it. She wouldn’t believe it. Sophia would never betray her, she didn’t betray her. She just did what she thought was right. She just did what she had always wanted. How can it be betrayal? How it could be anything like that if she had been nothing but honest since day one?

A shadow hung over her now, the wheels continuously turning on her mobile slab, her corpse being wheeled to the morgue. There were fingers in her palms, clutching on for dear life. As she peered out through the void, she saw the shadow.

“There, there, Little Bird. You are in good hands…” It was her brother, the ever present shadow that forever hung over her.

“Find your brother… Find him, and take your revenge.” Bobby’s words rang out in her brain. Everything she had done in her career was overshadowed by her brother, Andreas. He had done so much for the business that she was forever known as 'his sister', rather than her own woman. Even when she won her first World title moons ago, that stigma clung to her. He wasn’t even involved in the match, but that was the sole reason she won, or so they said. Everything she had ever done in her career, he had done before, and better. She both loved him and hated him for that. But the one thing he had never done was win in a chamber. He was king of the cage, champion of the cell, but a chamber? He entered once, and he failed. This would have been that one thing, that one single thing that she could have held over him. That one single accomplishment.

But it was not to be. And on her grave stone it would be marked “Andreas’ Sister” rather than her own name.

Vengeance was at the heart, revenge was the blood pouring through her veins, but the prize… how she had longed for it. How she had craved it. How she yearned for it, almost silently. But it was gone. Taken by one she trusted so. One she adored. One she took as her own. ‘No, Bobby, get out of my head’ her mind rang. The hand let her go, and she was alone to the darkness, the sirens ringing out and reminding her of a more terrible time before she returned to nothingness once more.

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“When you step into this kennel of Hades, your team must become Cerberus. Three headed and single minded in one goal. You remove two heads and all you have is a dog ready to be put down. Think well, my Lady. Think well.”

There he was again, Barabbas’ preaching’s echoing out. As she opened her eyes, she was somewhere new. In a bed, in a room, with windows and doors and flowers by her side. They were from her beloved Christopher, and upon reading the adoring words scribbled out, she knew he would be there within a day. Their schedules clashed so often when it came to events that they could rarely be in each other’s company. But when they were, it more than made up for it.

She tried to move, but she couldn’t. The pain was numbed now, her warped thought process at least explaining to her that the medication was working. She tried to move her fingers, but she couldn’t. And then she saw her. A mess of tangled dyed hair resting upon her arm. “Sophia,” she whispered, husky and breathlessly. How long had she been here? Had she ever left? Was she here the entire time? How much time had passed? What had happened in the aftermath? So many questions, and no energy or time to ask them. The young Kaiser slumbered silently upon her. Her protégé, her future daughter in law, her dear friend and confidant.

Her betrayer? Her Brutus? Her Cromwell? The knife in her back? The thorn in her side? Those thoughts of anger ran through her as she saw Bobby standing in the doorway, watching on as he always did. He never said a word, merely pointing at her, before drawing that same index finger across his throat. She couldn’t respond, colour draining from her face as he turned away, leaning on his cane as he hobbled out of the room. She then looked down upon the champion. She stroked her hair gently with her free hand. “Darling girl,” she whispered, and the darkness crept in once more.

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“You know of what I speak of. Remember my words, or the judge will not be kind to your pleas.”

He was in her head once more, always in her head. Time had passed and still the same thoughts rang in. Magnum was merely an afterthought now, as was that beast Harbinger and her slayer, Hunter Werth. Were they dead? Were they alive? She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. Now all she could remember was the end, that and the Pied Piper’s endless songs of sorrow and betrayal. She couldn’t believe them. She wouldn’t believe them. Sophia was like her, living in the shadow of her elder siblings, their accomplishments, their success. A name within a name, a name she shed, like her, in order to find her true self. And she had found it. Deserved it. Earned it. She felt pride. And then sorrow. Then heartbreak. And then everything that Bobby wanted her to feel.

“Mama?”

She looked up to see two eyes staring back at her. The horror, the terror of those greens and blues staring deep into her soul. The bandaged beauty, looking so much like she did years ago, that childish innocence she once had, the naivety of the world within her, the babe who she could never love, the babe she gave away to the carnival of sins. Her greatest sin. Her greatest accomplishment. The one who had been betrayed before. By her. By Sophia. By the whole wide world. And yet she smiled, softly, sweetly. It was the first time that little Songbird had called her mother and she broke, tears flowing as her natural born daughter cradled her in her arms.
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We see Tiffany Jay standing by in the backstage area

TIFFANY JAY: A short time ago I witnessed Ashley Chase being helped into the trainers room and personally i do not think she was looking to good. Let’s see if they have any information on her condition.

Tiffany walks over to the trainers room and knocks on the door. A few seconds later one of the trainers opens the door

TIFFANY JAY: Hello there sir. I was hoping I could get a update on the condition of Ashley Chase as i saw her being helped into here a little bit ago.

The trainer comes into the hallway and closes the door behind him not allowing any camera’s to see inside.

TRAINER: Well Ms. Chase was pretty banged up during her match tonight and she took a couple of bad chair shots and getting her head crunched into that garbage can did not help either. It appears she has a slight to mild concussion but I think she will be ok but obviously the HKW doctor’s will need to make the final decision of when she will be back in action in HKW.

Tiffany Jay nods her head

TIFFANY JAY: Well thank you for the update sir.

The trainer walks back inside the trainers room as Tiffany turns back toward the camera.

TIFFANY JAY: Well there you go. Ashley Chase is down but I don't think she is out and i expect her to come back as good as ever. The only question now is when will she be back.

Tiffany flashes that million dollar smile and we get a twinkle off her teeth as the camera fades out.
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[We find Hannah Kristiansen in her ring gear, sitting in front of a row of lockers. A blood soaked bandage wraps around her forehead, while Hannah also holds an ice pack to her head, grimacing in pain.]

HANNAH: Some of you are probably wondering why Taryn Diaz took it upon herself to attack me from behind and lay me out in a pool of my own blood, but we'll get to that. First, there's someone else who's warranted my attention, and that's you Isaiah Jones.

[Hannah nods her head before squinting her eyes in pain. Despite her obvious discomfort though, she pulls the ice pack down from her head.]

HANNAH: You come out, bitching and moaning about race, when the only person I see having a problem with it is you. There's other people on this roster of African-American descent; but do you see them running down white people every chance they get? Au contraire, mon ami; they're out here busting their asses, focusing on what's really important. Night in and night out, they're in that ring, fighting their hearts out for a chance to move up in the world; to attain or retain a piece of Hard Knox history. You know something else, Isaiah? You're a hypocrite.

[She nods her head again, before holding the ice pack up to relieve the pain.]

HANNAH: That's right, I said it. You're a fucking hypocrite. You run down white team owners for stuffing their pockets with money; supposedly on the "pain and suffering of black athletes". Bullshit. Do you see LeBron James complaining? No. He's stuffing his pockets too, with "Uncle Tom's" checks, no less. How about How about Malik Jackson and Olivier Vernon, who pocketed a combined $165.5 MILLION between them during the off-season? Are they complaining, Jones? Somehow I doubt that. More likely they shook their new respective white owners' hands, and flashed their pearly whites for the cameras.

[Hannah tosses the ice pack to her side.]

HANNAH: And then to say that we only tolerate y'all 'til you open your mouths? Again I must say bullshit! You remember Michael Vick, a man convicted of running dogfights? Yet big bad ol' Uncle Tom and the Philly Eagles decided to stuff more money in his pockets. But I guess I got off-track a bit. See, you're a hypocrite, 'cause whether you like it or not, you're doing the exact same thing.

[She raises a hand to touch the blood-stained bandage on her forehead.]

HANNAH: You come in here and sign this nice big contract full of guarantees, incentives, the works. And then you turn around and spit in the face of those who just gave you a job. You want change so bad? Then make change. Don't stand there with your thumb up your ass waiting for someone to hand it to you, 'cause then you'll never be happy with it. You want it bad enough? Do it right, not like a piece of shit street thug. Respect ain't given, Jones; it's earned. And so far you haven't earned shit as far as I'm concerned.

[She lets her hand drop down to her lap.]

HANNAH: But you're right about one thing, Jones. Your life does matter. Thing is, ALL life matters. I don't give two flying fucks what color your skin is, be it white, black, brown, yellow, blue, take your fuckin' pick: ALL... LIFE... MATTERS!

[She squints her eyes, reaching for her ice pack once more and holding it to her head.]

HANNAH: I'm done with you, Jones; on to more pressing matters - namely Taryn Willow, Diaz, or whatever the fuck she's called.

[She lifts her other hand to form finger quotes, still holding the ice pack to her head.]

HANNAH: "This is your show now?" Is that what this is about, Taryn? You're staking your claim to Subversion? Well you can fuckin' have it. So go put on that blue t-shirt, and wear it proud, honey. 'Cause soon enough, and this I promise you, it'll be stained red.

[Hannah rises to her feet, and starts to pace back and forth - the camera panning out a bit to keep up with her.]

HANNAH: Thing is, you picked the wrong bitch to make a name for yourself on, Taryn. No, I'm afraid you're gonna' find out real fuckin' quick that I'm not like those other cunts you've faced before. I'm not gonna' worry about dazzling the fans, putting on a spectacle to put asses in seats.

[She shakes her head, lowering the ice pack from her head at the same time and tossing it down on her bench.]

HANNAH: Sorry honey, but I put asses in their seats but kicking the shit outta' every piece of shit who crosses me. No flips, no flops, no fancy ass bullshit. When that bell rings, Taryn, it's on. Oh Hell yeah it's on!

[She finally turns to face the lens again.]

HANNAH: So you laid me out from behind. Congratu-fuckin'- lations.

[Claps for emphasis.]

HANNAH: Bet you're real proud of yourself, too. Takes balls to sneak attack someone you've never met before. Especially somebody who only wanted a fight. But instead of stepping up to the plate and proving your worth, you chose the coward's way out. Truth be told, you're nothing but a chickenshit cunt who knew you couldn't stand toe-to-toe with yours truly. You knew that if you told the production truck to play your song, if you walked down the aisle and climbed into the ring, you'd get your ass handed to you on a silver platter. I expected more from a woman with your reputation.

[She then points at her blood-stained bandage.]

HANNAH: But take a good look at this, Diaz. Relish in your handiwork. Be proud of the fact that it took twelve stitches to sew this motherfucker up. Look long and hard, cunt. LOOK, AND REMEMBER!

[She lowers her hand back down to her side.]

HANNAH: Remember that this is what started it all, Taryn! REMEMBER this when I'm staring you eye to eye right before--

[She lifts her clenched fists into view.]

HANNAH: These bad boys come raining down on your skull! But I won't just stop there, Taryn; oh no! 'Cause make no mistake, this is war, Taryn! DO YOU HEAR ME?! IT'S WAR! And not just over a couple sledgehammer shots to my head; uh uh! I'm not the newest member of the Pretty Committee, nor will I ever be!

[She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down some.]

HANNAH: It isn't because of the gash, Taryn; or the fact that I'll be adding another scar to the collection. You started this when you laid me out for no gods damned reason, Taryn; giving me a VERY good gods damned reason to drag your sorry, no good gutless ass out back to the wood chipper!

[Guess calming down didn't work.]

HANNAH: But I'm not just gonna' lay you out and call it a day, Taryn. I'm not just gonna' bust you up, and leave you in a pool of your own blood! This is war, Taryn; and you're gonna' regret that you ever decided to sneak in behind me and swing that sledgehammer! You're gonna' wish you didn't just stop at two shots; but that you kept hitting me over and over and over 'til there wasn't nothing left but a puddle of mush!

[She takes a step closer to the lens, until her face is all that we can see.]

HANNAH: Biggest mistake of your life, cunt; 'cause that's EXACTLY what I plan on doing to you!

[With that, Hannah turns and marches off out of view, stopping only momentarily to swipe up her ice pack and a nearby duffle bag as we fade.]
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We open this scene with the camera eying down Taryn Diaz with the very same sledge hammer that was used to attack and knock out Hannah Kristiansen. Taryn would with a soft hand motion, pet the sledge hammer before planting a soft kiss on it. Taryn turned her head looking into the camera and smirked.

Taryn Diaz: Hannah do you believe in faith? I sure do and you want to know why? It’s because faith has brought us together, faith brought both of us on the blue team representing Subversion. It’s times like these where you can’t help but wonder what other wonderful things we can accomplish together. Maybe I should have hit harder, maybe I shouldn’t. You are right that I said this was “My show” and that big cut I gave you on that think skull of yours will surly make you remember the name Taryn Diaz. You wonder why I attacked you in the first place. Why take the cowardly approach then the straight up in your face mentality? It’s very simple Hannah, not ever thing in live happens with a face to face confrontation. That’s not how life works sweetheart.

[Taryn still holding onto the sledge hammer leans against the wall.]

Taryn Diaz: You see Hannah when I attacked you, there wasn’t one moment where “Hey maybe this is a bad idea.” I say an opportunity to make my name known on the Subversion roster on one of the biggest ppvs of this year for HKW and it comes at your expense? Why the hell not attack you? You can think all you want that my methods were deemed “cowardly’ or I be labeled as a coward. Let me get one thing crystal clear with you Hannah, I do not feel any remorse for busting your little cunt ass head wide fucking open. Seeing you bleed was like fucking Christmas morning and all the disappointments on those kids’ faces when they got shit for their presents. You see Hannah maybe I should have tried harder and do you want to know why? Two shots from my beautiful baby here gave you twelve stiches on your skull. Next time, I’ll be going for the home run and busting you so good that you’ll need fucking staples instead of pussy ass stiches.

I attacked you because you’re as much of a rookie as I am when it comes to HKW. It would be idiotic of me to not show the world who Hannah Kristiansen is right? Everyone knows who you are now and aren’t you excited for that? I gave you your 15 seconds of fame and you’ll never let that down. You’ll be too busy trying to one up me and continue to fall at that. We arrived in HKW looking for a new start, after talking with the Subversion General Manager on why I got traded to the blue brand. They had a lot of faith to even trade for me much less take a chance on my talents. For someone like you Hannah, I carried you to your HKW moment. If it wasn’t for me and my little friend here would anyone gives a fucked about your TV time or even remember who Hannah is? We are going to have so much fun together; I can already see it now. I see in big bold letters, Hannah Kristiansen the cunt that’ll never be better than Taryn Diaz story. A wonderful title to a fantastic story don’t you think Hannah?

[Laughs and licks the sledge hammer.]

Taryn Diaz: mmmmm I can taste your fear. I can taste that very soon you will once again laying in a pool of your own blood curtesy of Taryn Diaz and her trusty sledge hammer. Plus why would you even mention the “Pretty Committee?” That sounds like a thirsty ass cult of lesbians coming for some HKW female talent ass or something but anyway. You sounded so heated Hannah; it took only two and let me repeat that, two sledge hammer shots to get you to claim this as a “War?” Honestly Hannah, that was the entire point of the fucking attack you dumb cunt. Did you think I wanted to attack you just to get off from doing it? Fuck that, I do enjoy hurting people but that’s beside the point. The point is your way in over your head. Honestly who is Hannah Kristiansen anyway? Sounds like some Indy star who failed to make it but finally gets in on their last chance effort. I am more than fine with this being a war between us. I attacked you because I fucking can that’s why you dumb bimbo. I’d love to see this wood chipper; I bet it’s where your husband finds his motivation to get his cock up to bang your ratchet pussy. Shit probably smells worse than a John Blade match.

Hannah you have a lot to learn and so do I but that’s the fun of this whole learning experience and we’ll do it together. You want to put me in a pool of my own blood but my response to that is, who doesn’t want to fucking end my career or lay me in a fucking ocean rather than a pool of my own blood. You are just one of a full fucking state of people who want to end me. This isn’t news to me and it never will be news to me. I am hated for a reason is because these people in the wrestling business think oh just because I’m not one of these high profile talents that I’ll never amount to anything. You Hannah can make all the threats you want but until you fucking decided to get off your husbands cock and actually lay me in a pool of my own blood, I suggest you get to stepping. At this rate, I am so far ahead of you that right now it seems impossible for you to recover. Your ego is hurt, your pride is hurt, oh she attacked me from behind. I’m going to bitch and moan begging for attention until someone gives it to me. I’ll leave you with this final message Hannah, if you think by getting even with you’re I assume attempt at an attack towards me will justify this between us? You have another thing coming sweetheart, you’ll see in due time Hannah. In due time.

[Taryn laughs and hits the camera with the sledge hammer as the scene fades to black.]
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Even though there's a fair chunk of Divine Supremacy that has yet to take place, for Elijah Black his night's work is done as we catch up with him still wearing his ring gear and soaked in sweat, using his hoodie to hold an ice pack in place on his shoulder so he doesn't lose the feeling in his fingers due to the cold

ELIJAH BLACK: Cast your minds back to a year ago. I wasn't even on the roster for last year's Divine Supremacy...

Black is briefly interrupted by a short burst of Return of Simba by J. Cole reverberates through the backstage area at the exact moment that Brandon Banks steps through the curtain into the arena, and in a second or two it's gone so Black picks up where he left off

ELIJAH BLACK: Look at it another way: this time last year, I'd only had a couple of matches in Hard Knox - and for both of those I was proving my worth to whoever decided I had to prove my worth on the pre-show. But even back then, back when I was in front of a half-full arena as everyone else was queuing up at the concessions stand so they could knock a few months off their lifespan by cramming some more saturated fat into their gullets I made one thing clear: it wouldn't be long before I'd grab the spotlight.

Wiping a sweat-soaked clump of hair out of his eyes, Black winces as the strain it puts on his banged-up shoulder, but he clenches his fist to tell the pain to fuck off for a few minutes

ELIJAH BLACK: So look where I am now: I took on everyone that SubVersion could throw at me, and I won. I faced someone who took on everything Defiance could throw at her, and I won. You know who said that would happen? I did - yet I'm sure there's still people who have the nerve to question me.

As Black shakes his head we can actually see the sweat shaking itself off of him and splatter onto various surfaces in his near vicinity

ELIJAH BLACK: Ashley Sullivan gave one hell of a fight, proving how much she wanted the win just as much as she proved Defiance are a bunch of fucking idiots for letting her leave - but nobody was going to deny me tonight, just as nobody was going to deny me from the moment I stepped forward to be a part of this tournament. Now here's the best part: I get to call the shots from now on, because all I have to do is click my fingers and...

Black smacks the back of one hand into the palm of the other to simulate the sound of impact

ELIJAH BLACK: ...I get to dictate terms for a change.
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