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[color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]LI[/color]; LIVE! From the Von Braun Center in Huntsville, Alabama
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Location: Huntsville, Alabama
Venue: Von Braun Center
Network: HBO


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

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Once the shows opening package comes to an end and the scene fades inside the Von Braun Center fans are seen holding up signs supporting their favorite Defiance Superstars. The ruckus crowd was cheering at the top of their lungs as the scene then faded to the Defiance commentary desk.

JACK WARREN: That’s right you dirty Bama Cunts! The Man is finally here! ROOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TTTTTTTIII--

BRIAN MASON: SHUT UP! SHANE ATWATER WAS ROBBED?! FELICITY BANKS WAS ROBBED?! DEFIANCE WAS FREAKING ROBBED!!!! And you know who the main freaking suspects are Jack? Huh? DO YA?!

JACK WARREN: How dare you interupt The Man?!

BRIAN MASON: EEEEEERRRRRRNNNNNNNN!!! Wrong answer Jack! It was those no good dirty Re---

Here I Stand
Helpless and left for dead

The lights in the arena go completely out as Dance With The Devil by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System. As the base kicks in the lights begin to flash silver, white and black as if they were strobe lights surrounding the arena. The moment the RIP theme song hit the fans who once fileld the arena with cheers were now booing except for those who supported the infamous biker gang.

BRIAN MASON: Now what?!

JACK WARREN: Why every time you mention them they pop up...like Candyman or Bloody Mary or something.

The cameras began to search around the arena for the members to pop out until several of them found a set of members walking down sets of staircases in the arena. On one staircase Viktor Volkov lead Kyan Winters and AG3 who was carrying the HKW World Championship down the stairs. On another staircase Luke Wisia who was holding his HKW No Limits Championship lead Reese Spence and Shelton Monroe down a set of stairs. Lastly, The President Lance Winters was seen leading Chance Frost and ODB3 down the other set of stairs. The members shoved some fans out of their way on their way down to the stairs not carrying one bit about them.

BRIAN MASON: These pricks have some fucking nerve showing their faces right about now! After what they did at Divine Supremacy?! After what they did at Rumble To Destiny Three?! UGH!?

JACK WARREN: You might wanna shut that mouth, Mase. You don’t want them to make you an example…..again.

Once they reached the barricade they all hopped over and entered the ring while Monroe and Spencer gathered up a few microphones. After they got the microphones they entered the ring with the rest of their Reaper brethren.The World Champion Lance Winters looked out to the crowd as they booed them with a grin on his face. As Reese handed him his microphone the music began to fade away slowly. The fans wouldn’t let any of them speak for a moment until Lance finally spoke up.

LANCE WINTERS: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! ADJFDASIFJSADHDSSD!!!!!!!!!!! HehehehHAHAHA AHOOOO AHHOO AHHOO BOOOOO!!!!!!!!

He laughed at himself as he looked around the arena.

LANCE WINTERS: You know...You guys have been REALLY REALLY angry lately and I can’t SEEM TO FIND OUT why that is?

He looks back to his club members and shrugs his shoulders.

LANCE WINTERS: I mean we come out here TO PARTY WITH you guys and YOU ALL ARE ALL RILED UP like you’re ready FOR A FIGHT?!

The Prez takes a step back and puts up his fist mocking the fans.

LANCE WINTERS: C’mon, WHO WANTS TO FIGHT?! Put em up. PUT EM UP! Let’s see what you country bumpkins got, huh?

The fans boo.

LANCE WINTERS: C’mon I’m sure we’ll give you fellas more of a fight than any of you did to keep from fucking ya family members. OOPSSIIIEEEEEEEE. That cat’s out the bag now isn’t it?!

Lance couldn’t help but laugh as he leans on a set of ropes.

LANCE WINTERS: Alright, alright. Enough of all THAT. IT’S A REAPER PARTY folks, and just how fortunate are YOU ALL TO BE INVITED?!

More boos.

LANCE WINTERS: You know...Haha. You people should’ve seen your faces the other night. IT WAS FUCKING priceless. You all actually FUCKING THOUGHT that the Red Wolf and I were really about to go at it huh? THAT YOU ALL WERE GOING TO BE in for a treat, right? Oh you were. YOU ALL WERE. You all were witnesses TO A PLUS PLUS PLUS GRADE OSCAR WINNING performance by none other than myself and Big Vik here. We HAD EVERY SINGLE one of you fooled. NONE OF YOU seen it coming, hehe. None of you. Even when you MIGHT WANNA sit there and SAY OL GOLLLYYYY, I KNEW THAT WAS COMING. I knew that was going to happen. OH GREAT I BET TIME WARNER HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS, how convenient.

Winters wags his finger in the air.

LANCE WINTERS: Nope. You didn’t see it coming. You didn’t know it was going to happen. And Time Warner doesn’t even have ANY TYPE OF SAY around here LIKE YOU PEOPLE MIGHT WANT TO BELIEVVVVEEEEEE. Not even the guy you have yet to realize IS THE MAJORITY OWNER of this place had any part of this like HE MIGHT HAVE WAY BACK when. Nope. YOU’RE ALL WRONG and have FAILED YOUR TEST. You all just got a big red EFFFFFFF on your report cards. Now shut up and go cry to MOMMY and tell her how stupid you all are while I explain to you people JUST HOW SIMPLE fucking minded you are.

Lance clears his throat and smirks as the fans continue to boo him.

LANCE WINTERS: You people just don’t get it do you? YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND do you, huh? The Reapers are the ones running everything around here and we always have. WE AREN’T JUST NOW POPPING up, haha. You’re stupid if you think so. We’ve been running this COMPANY SINCE the very beginning whether or not YOU PEOPLE WANT TO ADMIT it. It didn’t matter if VIK poked me or I poked him. Or if our pal up there in Nashville, Troy came in and tickled one of us. THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP will still be ours! No matter what. We are the World Champions, not just me. And not just Big Vik. We all are the No Limits Champions. Not Just Luke and not just Alex. WE ALL ARE.

He looks over to Alex who holds up the World Championship.

LANCE WINTERS: See what I mean? AND THERE’S SIMPLY nobody that can take it away FROM US even if they tried. Hell we could have let poor Shaney walk out there to that ring so he can either GET TOSSED THE FUCK OUT or win the whole damn thing. Do you people actually think he’d actually have a chance at TAKING THIS BELT AWAY from us?

Lance shakes his head no even though the fans chanted otherwise.

LANCE WINTERS: Not even poor wittle FELLWWYYY would have been able to TAKE THIS BELT away from us. No matter HOW HIGH YOU PEOPLE TRY and put her up AS she’s not as GREAT AS YOU PEOPLE LIKE to believe. She’s just as miserable and worthless as the rest of you. YOU BRING ON FELICITY. YOU BRING ON SHANE. If that’s the best you people can do then...HAHA WELL I’M sorry to BREAK IT YOU FOLKS. They have no chance IN HELL. No one does.

As the crowd jeers the President, Viktor Volkov steps forward, standing beside Winters as he raises his own microphone to his lips.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: It’s something you people will never understand. But it’s not a hard concept to grasp. The Reapers in Pride are a unit. An army. These individuals want to keep coming at us and divided they will still fall. Trust me when I say this. Because an army like this...like Lance said...are not interested in personal glory. You want answers for why I did what I did? You have it. I was not manipulated into this. I was not tricked into this. I did it for the good of the Reapers.

It’s now Volkov’s turn to get booed, but the big Russian merely shrugs them off - continuing his speech.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: For too long we’ve been running this show in the shadows. Allowing your favourites Felicity and Shane to believe that they have the slightest hint of control of their own actions on this brand. But it was about time that we stepped into the light and reminded you of who owns Defiance. And not only we will do that by taking every title that there is to take, but we’re going to break Felicity Banks...we’re going to break Shane Atwater. And we’re going to leave their mangled bodies right in this very ring for you all to witness. Then you’ll all realise what happens to the poor souls who dare stand up to the Reapers.

With a stone faced look of steely determination, the Red Wolf slowly lowers his microphone, glaring into the crowd before turning his attention to Lance once more.Lance nods as he looks back at Volkov.

LANCE WINTERS: SPEAKING OF good for the club. Vik..YOU’VE BEEN AROUND for a while now. You’ve done some…

He looks around and clears his throat.

LANCE WINTERS: Some UNSPEAKABLE things for this club. You’ve had THIS CLUB’S back as much as IT HAS HAD YOURS. You’ve truly been a BROTHER, my friend.

Winters pats Volkov on the shoulder and smiles. Reese then walks over smiling up at the Red Wolf.

LANCE WINTERS: ME AND the VP have done some talking and well...We think it’s about time YOU’VE BEEN REWARDED for you dedication and all the BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS you've shed over the years for the good of Grim.

Reese holds out her hand as she held a patch that read “Sgt. Of Arms” on it.

LANCE WINTERS: Not A LOT OF men or women HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WEAR THIS patch. It HOLDS A LOT OF RESPONSIBILITY and we felt THAT YOU deserve and HAVE EARNED it. What DO YA SAY, Wolf?

Volkov stares at the patch for a moment before taking it. Holding it firmly in his grasp, he looks to Winters once more.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: You already know my answer. I am honoured and humbled to be given this opportunity...and you as well as the rest of our brothers and sisters know that I would die before I let any harm come to this club. We’re not just the dominant force that drives Defiance into submission. We are a family.

The Red Wolf nods to himself as he continues to speak to Lance.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: I know my duties, and I will fulfill them tenfold. Thank you, Prez.

With that he lowers his microphone, extending a hand to Lance, who shakes it, then pulls the Russian into a hug - the both of them looking very proud of themselves. A.G. III reacts by placing the World Championship over her shoulder so she can clap her hands loudly, then grab a mic of her own.

A.G. III: Give them a big round of applause, that’s some touching shit man! Real tough guy shit; real men know how to deal with their emotions. They don’t try too hard and go around making corny gay jokes like Jackass Fowler. Nah, Reapers don’t gotta put on any pretentious shit or be a little Jason Vorhees mask tryhard on the twitter machine, because we know we run this shit! So y’all take a look at these two brothers hug it out because they got more balls between ‘em than Big Rag Jackson’s got in his mouth on a Saturday night!

The crowd boos, and she starts pacing around, tapping the World Championship.

A.G. III: But for real, the Prez, Big Vik are right. Reapers share the spoils, every title is for the family. That’s why when I brought the Bloodlust home, we still reaping the benefits a million purges later. Because I brought the family 75k in extra reasons why it’s good to be us. And hell, maybe I’ll bring us another one! Fowler wants to cry about what he deserves after RTD3, well maybe I’m the one who should be facing my girl Beth. Because last I checked, last time me and Fowler was in a ring together me and Key caved his fucking head in with a wrench! That means we knocked his ass the fuck out to the back of the line!

Apparently finding this hilarious, she laughs uproariously, slapping fellow club members on the shoulder before handing the mic off and holding the World Championship out to display again. Luke Wisia was standing in the back and leaning on the ropes while everyone was talking, the No Limits Championship grasped firmly over his shoulder.

Wisia steps forward as A.G. III hands over the microphone to him. There’s something different in his face. He licks his lips and slowlys raises the microphone up to speak.

LUKE WISIA: I’m done with this shit.

Luke drops the microphone on the ground and rolls out under the bottom ropes as everyone is watching on, but there’s still a huge smile on Lance’s face.

Wisia starts walking his way towards the ramp as the fans are startled, but then he reaches over and pulls the mic out from Whisper’s hand, then motions for her to “shoo” away.

LUKE WISIA: SYYYYYYYYYKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Luke starts laughing to himself and rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope, bouncing right to his feet and handing over the No Limits Championship for A.G. III to hold.

LUKE WISIA: Take a good look, everyone. You’re lookin’ at the FUTURE. PAST. PRESENT. I ain’t gonna stand here and tell y’all how we run this shit, I already done that. You ain’t listen. Now you witness. What I am gonna say is… Congrats Viktor Volkov.

He walks over to Volkov as they slap hands and embrace in a hug. When they start to pull away, Luke has a hard grip on Volkov’s hand as he tightens it. There’s a moment of a stare down between the two men… then a smile crosses both of their faces. Wisia turns away and faces back towards the crowd as they try to drown him out with jeers before he can even start talking.

LUKE WISIA: Tonight’s a BIG NIGHT! The Reapers open another show. Volkov has a main event match against my cousin, Felicity Banks. I getta defend my championship against the LUCKY raffle winner. The rest of us?

Luke spreads his arms to the group standing behind him.

LUKE WISIA: They got the night off. We’ll try and not ruin TOO much of the show for you this time, but eh. We only put our foot down on the shit that ain’t nobody wanna see anyway. WE DO Y’ALL A FAVOR FOR FUCK SAKES. Sit back. Enjoy whatever part of the show that we gonna let you watch… embrace it.

Wisia stares a hole right through the crowd.

LUKE WISIA: NO MATTER WHO STEPS INTO THIS RING WITH ME TONIGHT, I’M WALKIN’ OUT STILLLLLLLLLLL YOUUUUUUUURRRRRR NO LIMITS CHAMPEEEEEEENNNN. I’m not only puttin’ on a clinic for myself, but for these guys behind me that I call FAMILY! Tonight ain’t the middle of the road typa matches where you think the end is near for us… it’s the beginnin’. These titles? This group? This brand? Our…….. Legacy? It ain’t goin’ NO WHERE.

The crowd goes into a huge riot of boos at the No Limits Champion as he takes his place behind the other Reapers and rests his arms on the top rope.

LUKE WISIA: Yeahhhhhhhh, run those mouths. It’s all ya good for cause ain’t none of y’all got the balls to get in this ring with any of us. BUT TONIGHT ONE OF YOU WILL AND WE’LL SEE JUST HOW GOOD YOU REALLY ARE!

The crowd continues to roar with boos as the Reapers soak up the reaction. The boos suddenly turn to cheers, however, as ‘Coward’ erupts through the loudspeakers, the cheers growing even louder when the former two time HKW World Champion, Shane Atwater, appears on the stage.

BRIAN MASON: YES! FINALLY.

JACK WARREN: Oh for fucks sake, COME ON. Not even these Alabama hillbilly chucklefucks deserve this!

Atwater paces for a moment, a scowl on his face, the stitches where the camera RIP used on him at Rumble to Destiny fading, but still somewhat obvious even now. He paces for a second, before coming to a pause at the middle of the ramp...and breaking out in a slow clap as he slowly brings the microphone to his lips.

SHANE ATWATER: Congratulations.

There’s a mixed reaction at that, before Shane continues.

SHANE ATWATER: I mean it. That’s’ why I’m here. I just wanted to say Congratulations, Winters. Congratulations to all of you. You’ve done it. You’ve finally pulled it off.

The RIP president cocks his head to the side, a smirk breaking out on his face as Atwater makes his way a little closer to ringside.

SHANE ATWATER: I don’t know how you did it...but you managed it. You wrested a title shot that wasn’t even yours to begin with, stole the World Championship, convinced one of the most dangerous men in the world that he was better served being your side bitch----

Atwater casts a pointed look at Volkov, who sneers as the crowd pops for that.

SHANE ATWATER: You stole my shot at the Rumble, and left me with a concussion and more than a few stitches to show for it. And generally fucked the entirety of the Defiance roster into submission in the process. Felicity, me, everyone. You fucked us all. Congratulations, Lance. You took all the belts, and as much of the power as you possibly could in one fell swoop. Congratulations honestly, and truly…

Shane focuses his eyes on Winters entirely.

SHANE ATWATER: ...On sealing your fucking fates.

There’s another cheer from the crowd at that. Winters goes to take the microphone from Wisia, but Atwater interrupts before any of the members of RIP can speak.

SHANE ATWATER: No, no no. You had your time to gloat. It’s time to listen. And listen well. You pieces of shit think you run shit around here...and for the moment, that might be true. You’ve got the titles, you’ve got the power, you’ve even got a GM in your back pocket on the other show...But as much stroke as that might give you, it doesn’t give you ALL the stroke. There’s still some pockets you haven’t picked. Some people you can’t reach. And I’m telling you right now, Prez, your biggest mistake? Not finishing me off when you had the fucking chance.

Volkov, for his part, curses at Shane, motioning for him to come in and fight.

SHANE ATWATER: Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be charging into a hundred on one beatdown here tonight. Strength in numbers is your thing, I get that. It’s what works to you. This gangland bulshit, it’s coming to an end. And soon. You may have the belts...you may have THE belt. I still don’t know how, but crooked as it was, you’ve got it, Winters. You’re the World Champion, and nine times out of ten, that puts you in the driver’s seat. You’ve got every reason to celebrate, and I’m glad you got your chance to come out here and crow one last time. Really soak it up, with all your fuck-ass friends and that ragged ass piece of trim you’re toting around.

Reese Spencer furrows her brow in anger, but Shane dismisses it out of hand, his attention focused entirely on the current HKW World Champion.

SHANE ATWATER: Really enjoy it, Winters...because this is the last chance you’re ever going to have to do just that. See, I got the call from Romeo, and the board earlier. And since you and your pals fucked me out of not just that Championship...but my chance to reclaim that Championship at the Rumble...next Defiance? It’s going to be Lance Winters...versus Shane Atwater...for that HKW World title. For MY HKW WORLD TITLE.

The entirety of RIP reacts in variations of surprise, shock, amusement, and anger, while Winters almost seems to welcome the fight.

SHANE ATWATER: Yeah, you keep that smug look on your face, you stupid son of a bitch. You enjoy as much of this as you can. Because next Defiance, it’s all coming to an end. ALL OF THIS is coming to an end.

He waves a hand toward Chance, ODB, Shelton, and Kyan.

SHANE ATWATER: If I’ve got to take your bag boys out to pasture AGAIN, I’ll do it.

He levels a finger at Reese.

SHANE ATWATER: If I’ve got to scrape the RIP fuckdoll off of my boots, I’ll do it.

His attention turns toward Wisia, near the back, still leaning against the ropes.

SHANE ATWATER: I’d say I’d take care of Luke, but he’ll probably cut and run as soon as things go sideways…And as for your brand new sergeant at arms…

Shane glares at Volkov.

SHANE ATWATER: If Felicity doesn’t go ahead and finish the job tonight, which she damn well might, I already broke your bitch once, I’ve got no problem doing it again. Just like I got no problem breaking the bottle red rookie cunt’s arm for putting her skeevy, tainted hands on the most prestigious belt in this company when she shouldn’t even upturn her fucking eyes to it.

The crowd cheers as Atwater finally levels his attention back at Winters.

SHANE ATWATER: So enjoy tonight. Really soak it up. Learn to play the fiddle, because next Defiance? I’m burning RIP to the ground, and taking back what’s rightfully mine. And there’s not a damn thing you...ANY OF YOU….can do about it.

The crowd cheers as Shane drops the mic, ‘Coward’ hitting again as he stares a hole through Winters, and the entirety of RIP.

BRIAN MASON: YAAAASSSSSSSSS!!! THANK YOU ROMEO!!! THINK YOU SELENA!!! THANK YOU SHANE ATWATER!!! THIS NIGHTMARE WILL FINALLY COME TO A FUCKING END COME NEXT DEFIANCE!!!

JACK WARREN: Yeah, and we might end up in another fucking nightmare with Atwater as champion again. UGH THAT’LL MEAN HE’LL BE THE FIRST THREE TIME HKW WORLD CHAMPION?! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! This isn’t happening!!!

As the scene begins to fade away the Reapers are seen talking amongst one another as Lance stares up the ramp with a crazed grin on his face.

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To date, no one has heard Pax Mayson speak. He’s been a shadowy enigma who shows up, does his job and leaves. But the Pax Mayson that the camera catches walking into the building is a far cry from the man they’ve seen over the past few months. There’s no visible, outward change but there’s an almost manic energy pouring off of him.

Seeing an opportunity to finally get some facetime with the newcomer, Lola J quickly approaches him, microphone up and ready.

LOLA J: Pax! Can I finally get a word with you! I want to introduce you to the HKW fans.

Pax looks up, piercing gaze fixed on the camera as he laughs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

PAX MAYSON: You wanna introduce me, huh? Introduce me to the people who sit there in their fuckin’ Lazy Boyz and knock back beer after beer while they pretend to know shit about how to do my job. Fuckin’ amrchair quarterbacks… Because do you know… Do you know what I’ve heard all week? All I keep hearin’ is why do you care, Pax? Huh? Why do you care about this shit when you ain’t nothin’ more than a curtain jerker? Why do you care?

Pax paces away, back turned as her rubs his thumb across his lips.

PAX MAYSON: I’ll tell ya why I give a good goddamn. Put me in front of twenty people-- nah, fuck, put me in front of ten people and I’m gonna still give you the same damn show. ‘Cause this ain’t about where I’m at on the card or how many eyes is on me…

He scrubs his hand over his lips one more time, eyes wild and almost manic looking as he leans in towards the mic. Lola begins to speak again but Pax quickly interrupts her.

PAX MAYSON: Hell, I’ve fought in front’a a handful of people before. So where I’m at on the damn card don’t give me no pause. Where I’m at doesn’t matter, the number’a eyes on me does. And tonight there are gonna be a helluva lot of eyes on me. Eyes that are gonna watch me do what I was meant to do.

Lola finally manages to get a word in edgewise, Pax still pacing like a caged lion.

LOLA J: I get that you want to make an impact tonight. Do you think Fabian and Harbinger--

PAX MAYSON: I don’t give a flyin’ fuck in hell about Harbinger an’ Fabian. They ain’t nothing more than props on the Pax Mayson show tonight. Maybe not tonight, not tomorrow night but soon… these people are gonna come here just to THIS face.

He falls silent, pushing his face up into the camera, black hair all over his face.

PAX MAYSON: Because I didn’t GET here by following anybody’s lead and I didn’t COME here to fit in nobody’s mold. I am a goddamn street dog and I ain’t tryin’ to pretend to be nothin’ more’n what I am. I came from nothin’ and all my life I’ve had people tellin’ me the same thing that they are now… that I won’t ever be nothin’. That no matter where I go or what I do I’ll always carry the stink of the gutter I was born in. But tonight and every other night y’see my face out there in the ring, I’ma do my goddamn best to drag everyone in the ring with me into the gutter too. Come see how I live.

He pushes the camera aside, stalking down the hallway, every movement a burst of wild, uncontrollable energy.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following contest is a triple threat match set for one fall!

The arena lights go dark as "Carrion Flowers" by Chelsea Wolfe begins to play and the large masked man as Harbinger pushes out through the curtain.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring first, from Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.... Harbinger!

He seems almost uncomfortable as he walks out onto the stage before he moves down the ramp at a frantic pace and rolls into the ring.Once inside, he pounds at the leather of his mask with closed fists and moves down to his chest. He continues to do so before moving to a nearby turnbuckle and huddles against it as if he is trying to hide. Waiting on his opponents.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his first opponent!

At the drop of his theme music in the arena, Fabian makes his arrival from the back fully laced in his eye-popping wrestling attire and matching sleeveless fur coat. There's a hint of confidence to be noted in the raised arc of his left brow and even in his walk, as he saunters down the ramp as if he were in a fashion show. In his mind, he may very well had been.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way to the ring from Hollywood, Florida.. weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds.. Faaaaaah-Biiiiaaaaaaaannnnn!

Once he approaches ringside he without any given second proceeds up the steel steps, walking along the apron, and entering the ring midway through the middle and top ropes; pausing to flash an arrogant smile to the scornful public. Fabian proceeds to take off his fur jacket and carelessly toss it over the Official's head as he gathers himself in the nearest corner stretching out his legs, giving a cautious glance to Harbinger.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent!

The lights cut out, leaving the stage shadowed in darkness before a single spotlight blooms, highlighting Pax Mayson, black hoodie pulled up over his head so that his face is in the shadows and completely unreadable.

WHISPER VIPERI: "Weighing in at 251 lbs from Sweetwater, OK... Pax Mayson!"

He ignores the crowd as he saunters to the ring, gripping the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. Once in the ring, he sheds his hoodie, staring out at the crowd with dead eyes before his attention focuses on his two opponents.

Fabian and Pax look over at Harbinger as the referee is about to ring the bell.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Fabian vs. Pax Mayson vs. Harbinger


DING! DING! DING!


The match begins with Pax and Fabian go on the attack against Harbinger, Pax hit Harbinger with some stiff forearms to the head of Harbinger, as Fabian threw some hard kicks to the legs of Harbinger. The two men back Harbinger into the corner,Pax begins to throw clubbing blows to the side of Harbinger’s head. Fabian backs to the opposite side of the ring, yelling at Pax to move out of the way. Pax takes a quick step to the side as Fabian charges in, however Pax steps back in front of Fabian, landing a big boot to the head of the self proclaimed “beholder of beauty.” Fabian goes straight to the mat holding his jaw in pain.

BRIAN MASON: Crafty move by Pax Mayson there.

JACK WARREN: You can never trust anyone in a triple threat match, get them before they get you.

Pax turns back towards Harbinger only to be met with a running shoulder block, a thud can be heard as the two large men collide, Pax falling to the mat on his back. Harbinger turns his attention to Fabian pulling him off the mat with one hand. He grabs Fabian by the wrist sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Harbinger lift his leg for a big boot, however Fabian ducks under, running to the other side of the ring, springboarding off the middle rope he catches Harbinger as he turns with a lariat. Standing up Fabian looks down at Harbinger making an L with his thumb and index finger. Turning his attention to Pax, he sees him getting to his feet, as Pax reaches his feet Fabian delivers a spinning heel kick sending Pax down to the canvas, before throwing a kiss to the crowd.

BRIAN MASON: Fabian needs to stay on the attack, and stop taunting the crowd.

JACK WARREN: : Rare do I agree with you mace, but in a triple threat match, you need to stay on the attack and not be a complete idiot.

Fabian gives a quick glance to Harbinger, who is slowly making his way to his feet, but he decides to stay on the attack with Pax. Fabian sees Pax get to his feet, and lifts him driving him spine first into the canvas with a sitout spinebuster into a cover, but before the referee can even drop down for the count, Harbinger sprints across the ring, kicking Fabian in the head breaking up the pin attempt. Fabian holds the side of his face, while Harbinger reaches down grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the canvas. In one motion Harbinger grabs Fabian by the head and biel throws him across the ring. Reaching down Harbinger pulls Pax to his feet, he grab him under the arm, and tosses him across the ring much with another biel.

BRIAN MASON: That’s an incredible display of strength by Harbinger, Pax Mayson is over two-hundred and fifty pounds, and Harbinger just tossed him like a ragdoll.

JACK WARREN: : Fabian and Pax are getting to their feet however.

Pax and Fabian give each other a look at they get to their feet, then both charge Harbinger, Pax arriving first hitting a shoulder block that knocks Harbinger back, but not off his feet. Fabian follows it up with a wheel kick to the head of Harbinger sending him down. Pax reaches down grabbing Harbinger by the mask looking to lift him, but this time it’s Fabian that sees an opening. He grabs Pax from behind lifting him into an atomic drop, followed by muscling Pax over with a bridging back suplex that sees Pax land on the back of his head.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: Fabian with a Divo drop that almost stole him a victory.

JACK WARREN: He really needed to get the victory there,now he needs to find a way to keep on the attack now.

Fabian looks over at Harbinger who is pulling himself up by using the ropes. Harbinger gets up and turns into a massive superkick from Fabian, Harbinger falls back through the ropes,.Fabian tries to reach out to grab Harbinger, but is too late as Harbinger spills out onto the floor, as Fabian looks on disheartened, realizing a gold opportunity to win this match has just slipped away.

BRIAN MASON: TORCH UP SUPERKICK from Fabian, he blasted Harbinger with that!

JACK WARREN: He did,but seeing the monstrous Harbinger spill to the outside means he’ll be unable to take advantage of it.

Pax staggers to his feet holding the back of his head, only to be met with a hurricanrana from Fabian, Pax manages to roll through, but is still stunned as he gets to one knee. Fabian reaches over grabbing Pax by the wrist and twisting into an arm trapped position. He then pulls on the arm, bringing Pax back to the ropes. Fabian climbs up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope. He begins to tightrope walk the top rope before jumping off looking for a fameasser, but Pax steps inside his leg and drives Fabian to the ground with a counter sit-out powerbomb into a cover.


ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!



BRIAN MASON: What a counter by Pax, however it wasn’t good enough to finish Fabian off.

JACK WARREN: Might not have been, but it looks like it could be only a matter of time,with Harbinger still on the outside.

Pax is on his feet waiting for Fabian measuring him up, almost jogging impatiently as he sees Fabian get up hunched over. Pax charges and takes Fabian to the mat with a running swinging neckbreaker. He quickly rolls straight into a cover.


ONE!





TWO!








THRRRRRR---------NO!



Fabian manages to rolls his shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second.

BRIAN MASON: A bit of heart and determination there from Fabian.

JACK WARREN: I doubt it’ll make a difference, but he’s trying to stick in this.

Pax looks down at Fabian with a smirk, he begins to slowly drag Fabian to his feet, but from out of nowhere Fabian ducks behind him into a roll up that stuns Pax.


ONE!







TWO!






THRRRRRR---------NO!


Pax barely kicks out before the three count.

BRIAN MASON: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!

JACK WARREN: Would’ve been an embarrassing way to lose for Pax, also highly hilarious.

The two men get to their feet at roughly the same time, Fabian takes a wild swing at Pax, who ducks under it, and lifts him up onto his shoulders, before dropping him with a side death valley driver.

BRIAN MASON: The antagonist that’s got to be it.

JACK WARREN: He dropped Fabian right on his head Mace.


ONE!





TWO!






THRRRRRR---------NO!



From out of nowhere, Harbinger reaches down grabbing Pax by the back of his shorts, pulling him off the cover before throwing him, between the second and third turnbuckle shoulder first into the post. The crowd gasps at the sound Pax’s shoulder makes as it hits. Pax is slouched over the middle turnbuckle for a few seconds before spilling to the outside.

BRIAN MASON: Where did he come from?

JACK WARREN: God only knows with that freak, but he just took out Pax Mayson.

Without hesitation Harbinger walks over to Fabian lifting his body off the canvas with easy. Grabbing his wrist he pulls him into a sweeping black hole slam, before hooking the far leg for a cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...Harbinger

"Carrion Flowers" by Chelsea Wolfe begins to play as Harbinger stands up looking down at Fabian. On the outside of the ring, Pax Mayson is still holding his shoulder after have it driven into the post.

BRIAN MASON: Big win here for Harbinger, all three men fought hard, but in the end timing was everything.

JACK WARREN: Yeah but come on, it wasn’t like Harbinger planned any of that out. Dude’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Harbinger steps over the top rope and starts to head to the back, having left both of his opponent lying.

WINNER: HARBINGER VIA PINFALL (9:10)
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The opening chords of Volbeat’s ‘The Devil’s Bleeding Crown’ begin to play throughout the Von Braun Center here in Huntsville, Alabama as the crowd look towards the entrance way in confusion; they’ve never heard this entrance music before. However, as they see the video on the Knoxotron and the female figure standing there with the Bloodlust Championship wrapped around her waist, they begin to boo.

BRIAN MASON: And it looks like we’ll be joined by the Bloodlust Champion and one of Defiance’s newest signings.

JACK WARREN: And she’s still got my title!

BRIAN MASON: I believe she purged Prince Kamijo for it while at the RISE facility earlier this month, but nobody has been able to find her since then in order to take the title from her. We understand she’s had to attend tonight for her contract signing, but coming out into public like this - that’s ballsy.

The Crimson Baroness - clad in her usual ring attire, consisting of a sleeveless red leather bodysuit - strides confidently down the aisle, twirling a cane in one hand as she goes. Although there appears to be something different about it, which some of the male members of the audience have certainly noticed. As she climbs up the ring steps, TCB steps gingerly under the middle rope, being careful not to show the pain on her face. Her music begins to fade as she lifts a microphone to her lips.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Allow me to introduce myself...

The Baroness smirks as some of the crowd boo; those who have watched her in RISE, or remember her from the Global Tag Team Tournament, or the other places she’s wrestled already know her reputation.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I am The Crimson Baroness, your HKW Bloodlust Champion, and one of the Defiance’s newest signings. And I’m here tonight for one simple reason … so those of you out back who have been eyeing up this title…

She rubs a hand against the Bloodlust title, smirking as she does so.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Know exactly who you’re dealing with. Whether you spoke of your interest on Twitter, after the Rumble to Destiny, or if you think this belt could be your stepping stone to bigger and better things. If you think you can take advantage of my supposed naivete to become the next Bloodlust champion - allow me to dispel those fallacies from your mind. These fans…

The Baroness points out across the crowd, who respond by booing her again. That only makes her giggle softly into the microphone though.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: They know what brand of trouble has just arrived on Defiance. They know of my journey through RISE; they saw me become the first ever RISE Champion back in March, winning my battle royal and the fatal fourway match on the premiere show. They saw me hold that belt for one hundred and sixty nine days!

The Baroness seethes for a moment, shaking her head in dismay.

BRIAN MASON: Before she was defeated by Tristan Martinez in a two out of three falls match at Emergence last month.

JACK WARREN: Who was then defeated by Chanson Webster immediately after. Maybe The Crimson Baroness should consider her lucky she lost to Tristan, so she didn’t have to lose to The Trend God.

The crowd settle down again as The Baroness speaks.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: And they saw me damn--beat damn near everybody that was put in my way! They’ve seen me in action in Germany or Japan. Or up there in North Carolina. Because everywhere I’ve been in my short career, I’ve succeeded. And I fully intend on making sure HKW is no different. That’s why this--why I have this belt around my waist. That’s why I was able to purge Prince Kamijo, and why nobody has been able to take this belt from me over these last three weeks.

She pauses.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: It’s why nobody will take this title from me until I have proven myself to be a worthy Bloodlust Champion. Until I’ve reigned over this division like I reigned over RISE, until I’ve taken this belt to new heights like I’ve done with every other title I’ve ever held. Until I’ve proved that all of the challengers out the back who have dreams of beating me, of becoming the next Bloodlust Champion, of trying to purge me … each and every one of you are wrong…

The entrancing, melodic opening to “Paper Planes” hits the PA system to an initial murmur before the familiar-to-some name ASHLYN DE LUCA fades across the Tron. It inspires a loud pop from the audience. Ashlyn De Luca steps onto the stage, small smile on her face, dressed in loud, colorful, obnoxiously decorative yoga pants and a black jacket over a black tank. She tugs at her collar a bit as she surveys the crowd before she walks toward the ring. She pauses at the steps, smirk becoming a full-blown grin as she looks up at the Baroness.

BRIAN MASON: I’d seen the news about the signing but I didn’t know quite when we’d see her-- but welcome Ashlyn De Luca, Jack.

JACK WARREN: I know who she is. I can read.

Ashlyn walks halfway across the apron before pivoting, looking out into the Huntsville audience, earning another pop as the hard camera zooms out to show the masses. She nods a bit, finally stepping into the ring as her music fades. She moves past the Baroness before leaning through the ropes to accept a mic from the timekeeper.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: Soooo, I was really nervous, tryin’ to figure out when the best time would be to make my entrance. It bugged me. Like-- I didn’t want it to be something underwhelming, but at the same time I didn’t want it to come off as contrived or dramatic or some shit, but uh…

She gestures toward TCB, looking her up and down. The stern faced champion returns the stare.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: I couldn’t help but hear you spoutin’ off some really generic shit from the back, and I was like “why don’t I mosey on out here and see what this is all about?” So. I moseyed. And now I’m intrigued. Because now I see something that’s caught my attention. I see something I like, Katie.

She takes a step closer toward the champion, but her gaze falls toward her waist. The grin returns to De Luca’s face.

ASHLYN DE LUCA: And I really, really, really like that.

She points toward the Bloodlust Championship to another pop.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Well that’s all well and good--

The Baroness was suddenly drowned out by the aggressive riffs of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" suddenly floods the PA system. The arena erupts into a chorus of boos in response, only amplifying further as the ever enraged Aries Armadaist comes charging out onto the stage, microphone already in hand, not even managing to get to the ramp before whirling around to face the Knoxotron and blurting out:

ARIES ARMADAIST: FUCK OFF WITH THE MUSIC!

Practically on command, Aries' music abruptly ends as quickly as it had began as the Canadian turned on his heel to continue his march toward the ring, now aiming a mighty index finger of anger toward the ring as he continued to rant through the sea of jeers. TCB and Ashlyn both look towards the aisleway, bemusement etched on each of their faces as they watch Aries walk down the aisle.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Welcome to the red brand, GREENHORNS! As joyous of occasion as this is for the both of you, I've come here today to tell you why the first thing the both of you did on your new brand is COMPLETELY FUCK UP!

It didn't take long for Aries to make it to the ring, immediately hopping up on the apron, only pausing as he entered the ring to stare into the hard camera to utter:

ARIES ARMADAIST: Bite the pillow folks, we're goin' in fast, hard, and dry on this one.

Before quickly ducking into the ring between the ropes and approaching his fellow competitors. The Baroness smirks at that comment, pacing back and forth as Aries continues.

ARIES ARMADAIST:Time for the history lesson, young'ns, listen up. When I first came onto Defiance, the first thing I did was defeat the then reigning Bloodlust Champion, and I'm goddamn proud to be able to claim that accomplishment. To be able to say the first thing Aries did on Defiance is pin Ashley Sullivan during her 189 Day reign as Champion isn't a feat that should be shrugged off. THEN I FUCKING DID IT TWICE! TWICE I'VE BEATEN OUR LONGESTEST REIGNING BLOODLUST CHAMPION! That's a belt that coulda been mine if I wanted it to. But coulda, shoulda, fuckin' woulda, for one reason or another, somehow the guy who beat a fucking Champion TWICE couldn't get a fucking title match around here. Then somewhere along the lines, a bunch of little fiddle fuck farts like you two got a wild hair up their DICKS, and all of a suddenly, everyone thought it was OK to start taking from Aries Armadaist.

Aries pauses for a moment, his character defining anger starting to noticeably boil as he snarls. De Luca looks towards the champion, quirking an eyebrow up before her gaze drifts down towards the belt around TCB’s waist.

ARIES ARMADAIST: They took my Interbrand Ring. They took my points in the All or Nothing series, which led to me losing the whole thing all together, THEY TRIED TO TAKE MY FUCKING EYE! Then the only fucking rematch I get for a ring that I got bent over and FUCKED out of gets filled with a bunch of undeserving scum fuck outlaws, and for those of you who haven't been paying attention, I don't have a ring on my fucking hand, so you can assume how that went down. So once again, people have taken from Aries Armadaist! Which brings us to the now, where history is fucking repeating itself! Now I'm not standing in front of Ashley Sullivan, longest reigning Bloodlust Champion. I'm standing in front of YOU, Titties McGuillicutty, current Bloodlust Champion, who won a fucking Defiance belt on ANOTHER FUCKING SHOW! And across from you is Ashley De Whogivesafuck who decided to moooooooosey on out here--lucky fucking us--and thinks she gets to swoop on down here and make an impression by taking a belt you don't fucking deserve either. Well you can go fuck off the edge of my dick, cause you ain't gettin shit.

The Canadian's angry index finger makes a return as he now aims it at the Baroness specifically before continuing. The champion backs up a step, avoiding an eye poke as she wags a finger in Aries’ direction.

ARIES ARMADAIST: And now you, Titties, get to inherit Ashley Sullivan's debt to me. It's Purge season, bitch, and I'm tired of people taking from Aries Armadaist. I'm gonna start taking back. And before you get any idea in your head or a hair up or ass, let it be known that if you try and fuck with me, I'll do a lot worse than just take that belt from you. You'll learn what it really fucking means to get PURGED by Aries Armadaist in Hard Knox Wrestling. Welcome to Defiance, Baroness! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' DIE!

Aries takes a step in the champion’s direction but stops as “Drifter” by Karmin blares on the PA system and Riley Lynn’s entrance video is displayed on the Knoxotron. The fans cheer as Defiance’s new resident nerd appears at the top of the stage with a mic in her hand, while all three of the competitors in the ring look at one another with a combination of confusion and annoyance..

RILEY LYNN: As much as I'd love to see you all sit here and start beating each other to bits in the middle of the ring, maybe even hit a fatality or two. I think you're all forgetting about me. You know Riley Lynn? To be fair I called dibs on Miss Baroness after the last House Of Pain event. Do you remember that event? Well in case you don't I'll remind you what happened. You see at the Rumble to Destiny I aimed to finally get my chance to make an impact! To finally have another shot at something big. To finally win it all, but like every other time my dream was cut short. Who done it this time?

Riley asks the crowd who started chanting Dom Harter’s name over and over showing that they knew who it was. The smirk on TCB’s face grows wider as she hears the chants, but neither Ashlyn nor Aries seem to appreciate them as much.

RILEY LYNN: That’s right! It was your boyfriend, one of the newest signees of HKW, Dom Harter. Since I can't get back at Dommy personally what’s a better way to teach him a lesson than stripping the title off of his boo and finally making a name for myself here on Defiance? It's been over a year since I've been a champion, Baroness, and now I want to taste your blood!

Riley said, dropping the mic as she slowly made her way to the ring as the three competitors in the ring all ready themselves for a brawl … when some movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention, and the Bloodlust Champion BARELY ducks out the way as a steel chair NARROWLY misses her head. The Crimson Baroness backpedals swiftly as her assailant growls beneath his hooded cloak. Having somehow crept up behind her during the action. De Luca takes a step back toward the ropes, looking from the Crimson Baroness to the hooded figure in confusion. He moves suddenly, once again swinging the chair at the Baroness’ skull.

BRIAN MASON: That hooded man looks like he wants to take of The Crimson Baroness’ head right here!

JACK WARREN: It’s Purge season, they just want to be Bloodlust Champion! And here’s one more wannabe champion.

The crowd cheers as suddenly Ashley Chase comes running down the aisle, past Riley Lynn who’s watching in confusion as the hooded man attacks. Chase slides into the ring and takes the hooded man down with her "Kick Of Doom" super kick and then she gives him a couple of whacks in the back with the chair. Ashlyn De Luca moves to the corner, watching the action with an amused grin spread across her lips - when suddenly Aries rushes her! The two of them start brawling out of the ring as, inside the ring,.Ashley Chase turns to check on TCB. But as soon as she sees the Bloodlust Title she looks down at the chair in her hands and gets a smirk on her face. She starts to take a few steps toward her as TCB backs away from her.

ASHLEY CHASE: Payback is a bitch isn’t?

Ashley takes another step toward TCB with the chair in her hand. As she does so, however, we see the hooded man slowly stand up, showing himself to be Alex Reyn. He is staring past her and has his eyes fixed firmly on The Crimson Baroness. With two people brawling on the other side of the ring, TCB realises that the only thing standing between herself and this psychopath, is Ashley Chase. A woman who has NEVER been her friend. Ashley turns toward Alex Reyn and stares daggers through the man she hates more than anything and she then gets ready for a fight.

ALEX REYN: Stand aside Ashley. Now.

Ashley says nothing as she stares at Reyn and then she stares at Ashlyn and finally back at the Bloodlust Champion. Ashley raises the chair up higher just waiting for somebody to make a move … when suddenly The Crimson Baroness rolls out under the bottom rope and hops over the barricade, leaving Chase and Reyn in the ring. Before either of them can react, though, The Baroness is halfway through the crowd, waving good-bye to her challengers with a smirk on her face. Referees and security emerge from the backstage area to maintain order between the challengers as the champion makes her exit.

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A production worker was seen yelling at someone in the hall about removing Brandon Banks from the opening credits as cameras arrived backstage. Awkwardly enough, Felicity Banks was standing right behind the production worker with a blank look on her face, dressed down in her newest set of ring gear. The camera focused on the right leg of the long teal tights, zooming right in on the dozens of names whom Felicity defeated. The name written in the biggest lettering?

“Brandon Banks”

Though she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was the one who put an end to Brandon’s career, it still clearly bothered Felicity to hear people just toss his name to the side like he never existed. Everything in HKW was changing right before her very eyes, and she was the cause of most of it. It was a strange feeling. One she didn’t know how to deal with.

Trying not to think too much into it, Felicity waltzed toward one of the makeup rooms backstage, the camera following her every step.

FELICITY BANKS: Not doing anything interesting here, guys. Only going to the makeup room to see if I look a mess.

The visibly congested Felicity pushed the makeup door open and saw none other than No Limits Champion, Luke Wisia, standing in front of the large mirror attached to the wall.

FELICITY BANKS: Of course!

The Triple Crown champion shouted with a sarcastic laugh.

FELICITY BANKS: Of course I find you of all people in the ladies makeup room. There’s something wrong with you, pussycat.

Felicity walked up to Luke at patted him on his head as he was running some lotion across his face. Felicity stared at her reflection, disgusted by how pale she looked

FELICITY BANKS: Jesus. I look a mess. Where are the makeup people to cover this paleness up?! And my hair!

She grabbed the bun at the top of her head and looked as if she were ready to cry as she glared at her reflection.

FELICITY BANKS: My poor hair…

Luke looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. He turned around and started to take a clear look around the room.

LUKE WISIA: This is the ladies room? I thought that was just the janitor tryna clean the place.

Wisia shrugged and went back to looking in the mirror as he hiked the No Limits Championship higher on his shoulder and moved his face closer so that he could point out any blackheads.

LUKE WISIA: Got big things brewin’ tonight, gotta make sure I look my best.

His eyes creeped over to Felicity and it made him completely turn his head in her direction. Luke slowly raised his head and changed his tone.

LUKE WISIA: You alright? You ain’t lookin’ so good.

FELICITY BANKS: Yah, I have the flu or something. I could deal with the fever and stuffy nose and all that, but this?

Fel held her arm out, her hand noticeably trembling from whatever was going on with her.

FELICITY BANKS: This is freaky. Never had the shakes from a flu before…

She opened her mouth as if she were going to continue, but refrained once she put two and two together and realized what actually was causing the shakes. Luke’s eyes narrow.

LUKE WISIA: You think I’m dumb as hell, Fel? Look at who you're talkin’ to. I ain’t gonna say nothin’ though, don’t worry. Just know…

Luke’s face looked comforting as he gave Felicity a small pat on the shoulder.

LUKE WISIA: If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here. Ain’t sayin’ you have to, but the offer is on the table. Hell, maybe I can tell you some of the shit I’m goin’ through too. We fam. We in this together. Shit ain’t no different. No pressure. Take ya time.

Suddenly Volkov and the World Champion Lance Winters stumbling into the ladies locker room giggling as if they were a couple of kids about to do something they knew they shouldn’t be.

LANCE WINTERS: IF ANYBODY says anything JUST SAY WE’RE THE NEW gynecologist.

Volkov stops and points over to Felicity and Luke. Lance looks over to see Felicity standing there with Luke. He smirks and grabs onto his championship belt that set on his left shoulder.

LANCE WINTERS: FELLYYY BABBYYY! How yyaaaaaa doinggg?! LONG TIME no SEE.

He looks back to Volkov.

LANCE WINTERS: Did I SOUND LIKE THAT Mo Shots idiot?

The Prez then looks back to her and looks her up and down.

LANCE WINTERS: Looking a little um...DEAD FISHY LIKE over there sweetie. WHAT’S THE MATTER hmm? You doing alright?

Felicity goes to say something, but is immediately interrupted by the former World champion, and her opponent later in the night.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Ah come on, Prez. Look at her face. She is as white as a ghost...I think she's afraid to face me tonight.

Volkov flashes a devilish grin as he glances to Lance, then looks back to Felicity.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Or maybe it's something else entirely, hm? Either way. You look like shit, ‘Felly’.

Felicity rolls her eyes and does everything in her power to not lose her temper.

FELICITY BANKS: Scared of you? Hah! That’s cute. Adorable even. Trust me, Wolfie.

She stares up at the much taller Volkov, no intimidation in her eyes, but it’s easy to see there’s something off with the former No Limits champion.

FELICITY BANKS: I’ll be fine come go time. I know that’s probably not what you wanna hear, but you and Prez over here need to realize one simple fact. I’m on a mission…

She turns her focus to the HKW World Championship belt in Lance’s hand.

FELICITY BANKS: … for that. And no one in this company, or on this this planet can stop me when I have my mind set to something. I just need…

She looks around the room.

FELICITY BANKS: Medicine. Advil, Sudafed, Mucinex, any fucking thing right now!

Viktor and Lance share a chuckle with each other before looking down at Banks. The Red Wolf reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a bottle of Vicodin. He shakes it, indicating that it’s full as Felicity’s eyes grow wide at the sight of the bottle. With a smirk still etched upon the face of the Russian he throws the bottle to Banks.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Don’t say we never do anything for you.

Banks catches bottle and pulls it closer to her face, her eyes growing wider once she recognizes the pills. She immediately flings the pill bottle back into the nearest trashcan, and storms out of the of the makeup room to leave the RIP trio behind. The three of them watch her disappear out into the hallway, and after she does so the former World Champion turns to his Reaper brothers.

VIKTOR VOLKOV: Fine. We’ll do this the hard way, then.

The Russian frowns as he glances over his shoulder, cracking his knuckles as he does so. Lance sighs while laughing a little.

LANCE WINTERS: You try to do something nice for somebody...AND THEY JUST SPIT in your face. Tsk. Tsk.

Winters looks to his Sgt. Of Arms and smirks.

LANCE WINTERS: If that’s the way the “Supreme” want’s it...WHY DENY HER WHAT she wants, right? Do what you HAVE TO, but…

He looks back over to Luke knowing that they were speaking about his own flesh and blood.

LANCE WINTERS: Don’t kill her. She looks like she's HEADING that direction anyways.

Luke was about to say something, but bites the inner part of his bottom lip instead. As Wisia is avoiding eye contact, he looks up at the pair of Reapers and cracks a smile all the same.

LUKE WISIA: She’ll be ight. I know Fel and I know this is only the beginnin’, but if we stay in strength of numbers, there ain’t much she gonna be able to do. Ain’t much anyone can do.

Wisia walks up to the Reapers and looks away from them.

LUKE WISIA: Just remember that’s my cousin… That’s all I ask. She part of my fam as much as you guys are.

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

“Stick ‘Em Up Kid” by Zebrahea begins to play moments before Angelo Sands comes out through the entrance flanked on his side by his tag team partner Markus FK and start to make their way down to the ring.

BRIAN MASON: These two shocked a lot of people not too long ago when they won the Global Tag Team Champions while they’re still the reigning Rise tag champs.

JACK WARREN: Are these two even old enough to have chest hair yet?

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 440 lbs… The Swiss-Italian Connection!

Angelo and Markus raise their arms up into the air as their names are being called out, turning to give each other a high five before climbing into the ring from opposite sides of the apron.

"Earthquake" by Labrinth ft. Tinie Tempah hits the speakers and the crowd begins to cheer as out comes Zack Jones, dressed in his black and silver tights, silver knee pads, black boots, and black sleeveless jacket with silver lining and stripes. Zack stands at the top of the ramp for a second before beginning his walk down the ramp, bobbing his head to his theme. Once he reaches the middle of the ramp, Zack turns around and aims a shooting motion, his right hand acting like a gun, towards the top of the ramp, causing the pyro to explode. Then "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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 421 pounds...TEAM D...L...C!!!

After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction, while Zack high fives any of the fans with their hands outstretched. Inferno slides into the ring and stands in the middle of it as Zack walks up the steel steps, then hops over the top rope and does a bit front flip, landing perfectly on his feet. The two men then look at one another before turning to the audience and performing the Ferno pose (\_0__/)! After that, they back up into their corner and begin going over their game plan as they remove their jackets.

TAG TEAM MATCH
Swiss-Italian Connection vs. Team DLC


DING! DING! DING!


Angelo and Zack go to their respective corners on opposite ends at the bell sounds leaving Markus and Inferno inside to move towards the middle. Looking to make a show of sportsmanship, Markus holds out a hand to Inferno and reaches out to leave himself vulnerable and showing that he has no ill intentions. Inferno looks almost confused by the gesture, turning back to Zack in the corner as if he is expecting his friend to tell him a translation of what it means. Jones only shrugs in response to tell his partner that he was on his own. Looking back to Markus, Inferno moves his right hand back to his side before moving it back away again as if he were pulling a pistol from a holster and holds out his hand to Markus’ to bang it as if his hand were a single solid piece. Markus turns around to look at Angelo behind him in the corner to see him leaning against the turnbuckle laughing while Jones is doing much the same across the other side of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: Markus, meet Inferno. You can count on your hand the number of people that’ve figured him out really.

JACK WARREN: That’s being generous. Feel like I’m seeing a real life one of those anime cartoons, just without the slutty bitches with titties popping out.

Markus turns back to Inferno to receive a kick in the stomach to double him over, leaving him open to being grabbed and taken over with a fisherman’s suplex. Keeping a hold of Markus’ leg, Inferno arches up to bridge the move with a pin for the referee to count.

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TWO!



Markus kicks out! After kicking out of the pin attempt from Inferno, Markus gets up to his feet with a burst of strength and hits his opponent square in the chest with a heavy club of a clothesline. Inferno flips over entirely from the force of the blow to land on his face and chest. Seeing that Inferno is down and not showing any signs of getting up immediately, Markus leaps up with a jumping knee drop to bring it down onto the back of Inferno’s head, quickly rolling him over for the pinfall.


ONE!


TWO!



Inferno gets a shoulder up just in time. Looking a bit frustrated at not getting the pin when Inferno looks out cold just seconds ago, Markus grabs Inferno by the back of the head to help get him up before sending him into the corner where Angelo is waiting on the apron. Sending a series of knees into Inferno’s stomach, Markus reaches over to tag his partner Angelo in the match. Angelo slips in through the ropes to pick up where Markus left off, leaping up to connect with a series of knee lifts to Inferno’s head and not giving him a moment of relief from being attacked. Pulling Inferno out of the corner by his head, not giving him a chance to fight out of it himself, Angelo falls back with Inferno’s head hitting the mat flush with a snap ddt before rolling him over for a pin.

BRIAN MASON: They’ve only been working together for a few months and they already function together better than most of the top teams in wrestling period.


ONE!


TWO!



Inferno kicks out! The authority of the kick out actually lifts Angelo up a bit and allows Inferno to slip out and gets up to his feet in a whirl of movement. The young Sands looks up just before the buzzsaw kick from Inferno sends him falling face first into the mat. Rather than go for the pin himself, Inferno goes to the corner where Jones is holding out a hand and tags in the other member of Team DLC.

Zack gets into the ring just as Angelo is getting up to his feet. Looking to defend himself against the veteran Jones, he stands ready and is prepared for the flurry of shoot kicks Zack sends at him. Trying on both sides, alternating between right and left, a few of the kicks find their marks but Angelo does a good job of blocking most of them. What he is not prepared for is the spinning heel kick Jones comes at him with from his blindside, never seeing the kick coming before he falls flat to the mat.

With Angelo on the mat, Jones grabs his legs and it looks like he’s about to go for a sharpshooter. His young opponent seems to sense what he has in mind though and reaches out for the ropes, holding onto them so much that he pulls himself underneath them and the referee forces Zack to give him space with the ring break.

JACK WARREN: You had better grab for them ropes, boy. Jones’ll twist you around like a pretzel if you let him.

BRIAN MASON: The young rookie showing a bit of experience and ring presence there, knowing it was a good idea to get the hell out of dodge.

Using the chance of distance, Angelo pulls himself up with the ropes but he does not have much more time than that to regain himself before Zack comes back at him and hit him with a superkick to the side of the head. Instead of falling back down to the mat, Angelo falls into the ropes before Zack grabs him and sends him off to the other side. With Angelo hitting the other ropes, Markus tags himself in with a blind tag while Angelo goes back to running at Zack who holds his arm out for a clothesline. Angelo ducks underneath the outstretched arm, the momentum of the missed move sends Zack off balance and turning to look at Angelo moving on. With his back to Markus, he seems to be vulnerable before he drops back with his legs in the air to kick the legal member of the Swiss-Italian Connection with a Pele kick to send him down to the mat. Zack gets up quickly looking to take advantage but Angelo is behind him now and grabs him, taking him down face first with a full nelson facebuster.

With Zack down and out, Angelo runs over to Markus and pulls him over onto the prone Jones before going back outside to the apron so the referee will count the pin.

ONE!





TWO!







Zack kicks out just in time!

BRIAN MASON: How the hell did Zack kick out after that. Pretty much everyone thought he was done for there. Including us.

JACK WARREN: These punks are the most surprised. Look at the looks on their dumb faces.

Angelo looks on shocked at the display of resilience from the veteran, reaching out an arm for his partner to tag him back in. Markus looks shocked himself even though he does not seem entirely sure how he was in a position to cover Zack to begin with. Being the first one up to his feet, Markus pulls Zack up to his feet and sends him into a neutral corner and starts to run at him with a clothesline. He does not get within a few feet of the corner though as Zack comes out and hit him with a superkick much like Angelo took minutes ago. The larger man staggers back, still staying on his feet rather than going down. Turning back, Zack grabs him and pulls him swinging around with a Tilt-A-Whirl. Zack rolls him over for the pinfall.


ONE!


Angelo gets into the ring staring right at Zack and Markus and looking to break up the fall.


TWO!


Angelo dives only to cut off by Inferno before he can get there.


THREE!


Angelo finally gets on top of Zack and Markus but just a second too late to break up the pin.

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are you winners…. TEAM DLC!!!

Inferno reaches down to help his partner up from the pile, Angelo and Markus wait there for a moment to take in the feeling of defeat before they get up themselves and move to get out of the ring to have their moment to celebrate their victory. The Team DLC members stop them before they can get through the ropes though, both reaching out hands to the Swiss-Italian Connection.

BRIAN MASON: That’s what this is all about. The veterans picks up the win this time but the rookie upstarts gave them a hell of a fight and they know it.

The young men look at each other before nodding and shaking the hands of the men that just beat them. With a parting wave, the RISE tag team champions roll the ring to leave Team DLC in the ring alone.

WINNER: Team DLC via pinfall (9:02)
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The Knoxotron begins playing footage recorded earlier in the day of the Interbrand Television Champion Beth Keaton walking through the parking lot as she prepares to make her way into the Van Braun Center. Her gait picks up and she veers off path a bit, heading in the direction of a familiar bottle red head of hair. As she gets close enough to A.G. III for the cameras to make out the prospect's R.I.P. cut, Beth speeds up more, while calling out.

BETH KEATON: Alexis!

A.G. III whirls around, ready to throw hands before she relaxes.

A.G. III: Fucking hell, Beth; don't do that shit. I still got PTSD from holding my title during Purge season.

Pulling up beside Alexis, Keaton proclaims to her.

BETH KEATON: I've been trying to get ahold of you since the Rumble! I called, texted --

Suddenly she stops, and crinkles her nose.

BETH KEATON: -- wait didn't you lose the Bloodlust in a match, not an attack?

A.G. III: Semantics, what was that you was saying about texting.

Having been sufficiently been redirected back on track, Beth continues.

BETH KEATON: Yeah, like I mean, I guess I wanted to talk. Like, I was texting and calling so we could try to meet somewhere more private because I didn't want to make a scene or whatever.

A.G. III nods.

A.G. III: Yo, I get that, I've just been mad busy -- Reaper shit. Not to mention, I got that $75k bonus, that's big money for what I was making. Had to make some lifestyle changes, get a better place to live ... and treat myself a bit. Check this Ducati out, got it custom painted and all that shit.

She motions to the sleek dark motorcycle with red painted trim to match her hair that she's standing by.

A.G. III: That's time consuming! I ain't even got the sidecar built in for Sir Pounce so Luke can take him out to raise hell with the rest of the squad.

Keaton doesn't seem to notice that Green is paying more attention to the bike than her, and keeps on talking.

BETH KEATON: But, I'm just ... I dunno, I know I said I gotta just take my lumps and move on, but it's hard to. You know how important it is to me for my matches not to have interference, and to just go out and wrestle, you know how much I love what I do. It's cool if you and your friends have problems with Jackie, but it kinda hurt a bit that you put those above ...

Alexis cuts her off with a laugh.

A.G. III: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you thought that's what that was all about? I don't need to pick any fights with him, he needs to pick 'em with RIP to stay hanging on our nuts and clits.

She looks Beth in the eyes.

A.G. III: This me and Key evening shit up so you had a fair fight. You already had him pinned for the three before that, but he'd gone and knocked the ref out on purpose so he could fuck you over. I had your back 'cause I know how much sportsmanship and all that shit means to you. Ain't my thing, but I got your back and don't want shitstains like him to take advantage of you being all good natured and shit.

After listening intently, the ITV Champion replies wide eyed.

BETH KEATON: Wow, I can't believe I didn't realize that.

Alexis reacts to Beth's sheepish response by mumbling to herself.

A.G. III: ... Yeah, I can't you believe that either.

Beth perks her head up.

BETH KEATON: Huh?

A.G. III: Nothing, was just saying my daily hail mary's for Harambe.

The brunette hangs her head after hearing that.

BETH KEATON: I think we all miss him.

As if out of nowhere, she snaps back to reality and remembers what she was talking about.

BETH KEATON: I still really wish you wouldn't have done that though.

Alexis pounds her heart twice.

A.G. III: Yo, if that wasn't what you wanted. My bad, just know the intentions was good. If it makes it up, I might let you ride bitch on the bike one of these nights if you want.

Her mouth going slightly agape, Beth gets a far away look in her eyes and starts making engine revving noises with her mouth.

A.G. III: But really, you should just focus; best thing to do is just forget that all ever happened, you got a big match tonight.

The gravity of the last statement manages to bring Keaton back to reality once again. She tries to adopt a stern expression, but her overwhelming enthusiasm wins out as she exclaims.

BETH KEATON: First title defense! I'm really excited to face X.A.D.!

A.G. III: Well he's a little fruit, but I meant more how you ain't ever defended a belt you won successfully, right?

BETH KEATON: Well yeah, but all I can do is try my best and --

A.G. III: Like ever, not even on the indies, right?

Some of that enthusiasm -- and the color in her face -- seems to have drained now.

BETH KEATON: -- Yeah. I uh, should probably go and get focused for that, you're right.

She starts to walk off, then adds.

BETH KEATON: Just, please let me do this one by myself, win or lose?

A.G. III nods and shoots a thumbs up.

A.G. III: You got it, Reaper's honor.

BETH KEATON: Thanks.

Forcing a meek smile, Beth walks off leaving A.G. III alone with her prized new bike.

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Lola J Perez and her camera crew have caught up with one half of the Flava Bros as she stands alongside Lo’Renzo Porter. He hugs Lola before chunking up the deuces and smiling.

LO’RENZO PORTER: What's happening y’all?

Lo’Renzo salutes toward the camera before Lola dives into her first question.

LOLA J: Flipp, I want to ask you about Divine Supremacy where we saw you and D’Wayne get the win over Surgical Tendencies. Some people would say that the match should have continued with the way it ended. What do you think?

Lo’Renzo nodded his head before shrugging his shoulders.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Mannnn, honestly those people would be right If you asked me. The way it ended I honestly didn't like it. I would have rather won the right way but it was a mistake made by Surgical Tendencies. I can see where they would be mad and feel robbed but at the end of day they can’t change what happened at Divine Supremacy.

LOLA J: But here we are tonight where you and your brother get the chance to become HKW World Tag Team Champions against Surgical Tendencies and the current Tag Team Champs Sine Mora. Do you feel like Surgical Tendencies should be in this match with the Flava Bros being stated as the number one contenders.

Lo’Renzo goes back in forth in his mind before an answer rolls off of his tongue.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Me, not really just because of the simple fact of what happened at DS. I feel like they should get another chance as much as my fam might throw it in their faces, but I got no problem with it because tonight we get our shot to take those belts from Sine Mora. They’re a very seasoned Tag Team brah brah so I know it’s gonna be fun out there and hopefully the fans can enjoy some good ol tag team action.

LOLA J: It’s been sometime since the Flava Bros became the number one contenders to the World Tag Team Championship. What has preparation been like leading up to this match?

Lo’Renzo smiled before answering the question.

LO’RENZO PORTER: Honestly, to me it’s like last year when I was preparing to become 4CW champion. That was the last time I fought for some gold so I been really tryna push the tempo leading up to this. The hardest thing is been trying to get my bro on the same page with a game plan for tonight but I'm pretty sure he gone end up listening if he really wanna become Tag Champs.

LOLA J: So you and D’Wayne aren't still on the same page?

LO’RENZO PORTER: Sometimes we are but sometimes we not but that's alright. I feel like that's what kinda makes us the Flava Bros. We like to do things differently. Two different styles and everything. All we gotta do is be on the same page tonight though. Gotta be sound in our approach and everything we wanna do. It’s gonna be good.

Lo’Renzo chunks up the deuces one more time before walking away back to his locker room as the scene begins to fade.

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A soft chant begins to spread throughout the area. Starting as a whisper but growing into a chorus as the lights darken while images begin to flicker on the viewers screens. Images of violence, war, and a solitary figure watching it all.

The chanting has grown louder now and the drumbeats of Nightwish’s “Seven Days to the Wolves rise in volume as mist spreads throughout the stadium ghostly images of great heroes and villains forming two parallel lines along the ramp.

The rock part of the song kicks in and thunder roars while fire erupts on the stage, revealing the cowled form of the East Wind Alex Reyn hands outstretched over the flames, he’s shirtless save for an open black cloak with a wolf skull mask. His body covered in ancient symbols and markings that seem almost to glow and move in the firelight.

WHISPER VIPERI: M-making his way to the ring, weighing at 200 pounds. The East Wind of adversity, ALEX REYN!!!

He begins to walk forward, and the ghostly figures kneel as he approaches them, only to rise up as he passes them. As if more energised. Turning to watch as he walks, himself never breaking eye contact with the ring.

“Howl! Seven days to the wolves
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven
Time drawing near us
They come to take us”


He climbs atop the top rope and for a second, he seems to stumble a bit, but quickly finds his footing and looks out, surveying the arena with an appraising eye as thunder crackles once again.

Coldly, he steps down. Removing the cowl and placing it on the ringpost. Dropping into a low crouch to await his opponent.

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent! Hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Self Proclaimed Favorite Son of Ontario, Your Favorite Wrestler, and Mine, The Banana Champion, The Top Banana….

Whisper seems to slow down as she reads from a set of cue cards Aries handed to her earlier in the day…

WHISPER VIPERI: ...Scumdog of the Universe, The Master of Man and Beast, The Intergalactic Potato Masher, The Bastard Son of Society, The World's Greatest Unprofessional Wrestler, The World Renown Expert On All Things Random Tag Teams : God Emperor, Most High, Major Captain Lord Aries Armadaist…. Esquire...M.D

ARIES ARMADAIST: Do it properly you stupid bi-!

Suddenly Alex comes charging in, going for Ascendant’s Wrath…!!

And that’s when it happens.

The second Alex leaps onto the top rope, one of the turnbuckles comes loose, causing the ropes to lose their tension and dump Alex unceremoniously onto the apron.

As Alex groans in pain, Aries laughs out loud. making it obvious who sabotaged the ropes in this match.

Rather than take advantage however, Aries decides to just continue with his entrance, and immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stagehand 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 walks over to Alex, still chuckling.

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Alex Reyn vs. Aries Armadaist


DING! DING! DING!


Aries grabs Alex by his collar, but Alex lashes out, kicking Aries in the shin and causing him to stumble. Following through, Alex lashes out with a sharp punch to Aries temple, but the move seems to have no effect and Aries just grabs Reyn by the head, pulling him to his feet.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Headbutt after headbutt slams into Alex Reyn's skull before Aries tosses him into the air and brings him down with a powerslam to the mat!

COVER!!


ONE!










TWO!!










KICKOUT!!


Casually getting to his feet, Aries mockingly kicks out at Alex Reyn's ribs. Chuckling at how weak his opponent seems.

BRIAN MASON: Aries with the first close fall of this match and it just got started!

JACK WARREN: It's all fun and games until Alex Reyn bites someone's ear off though.

Something catches Aries eye, and he gets a cruel look in them as he goes over to the loosened ring ropes. He unscrews the turnbuckle fully, and grabs the rope. Bunching it up into a makeshift whip and bringing it down HARD onto Reyn's back

CRACK!

The audience gasps, and Alex writhes in pain as Aries strikes him with the ropes over and over again! Following Alex around the ring and laughing as Alex tries to retreat. Alex rolls out the ring and Aries goes to follow, only to stop in his tracks as the rope suddenly goes tight. Aries yanks on the rope, but it's no use as the rope simply isn't long enough.

Growling to himself, Aries turns his back on Alex Reyn and goes to the other side of the ring to unscrew the NEXT turnbuckle while Alex searches under the ring for a weapon. He rolls back in, clutching a steel chair. Aries turns around-

CHAIRSHOT TO ARIES HEAD!!!

..Aries doesn't even flinch.

Grinning madly, he rips the chair out of Alex Reyn's grasp and WHACKS the East Wind across the face!

BRIAN MASON: Aries wasn't even effected by that chair shot!? What in the hell!?

JACK WARREN: No idea. That's pretty scary now that I think about it. That would've put anyone down.

With Alex down, Aries slides the chair underneath him, and wraps the rope around his neck. Standing over Alex and wrenching back to strangle Alex Reyn with the rope! Just as Alex is starting to turn blue, Aries places his heel on the back of Reyn's head and STOMPS his face into the steel chair!

Kicking Alex over onto his back, Aries arrogantly places his foot atop Alex Reyn's chest. Posing to the crowd as the referee counts the pin.

ONE!










TWO!!










KICKOUT!!


Aries is shocked and enraged. He grabs Alex by the head, lifting him up for a powerbomb into the exposed turnbuckle…

BRIAN MASON: Yet another nearfall for Aries as he seems to have the momentum so far in the match. Reyn will be battling from behind if he can get back into it.

JACK WARREN: This is the most exposure Aries has gotten in his life, may as well soak it in while he can. And Reyn? Well... I don't know. That guy is just lost to begin with.

Only for Alex to throw HIM into the turnbuckles with a sudden huricanrana!

Alex waits for Aries to turn around...

Roundhouse kick to the skull!!

The move hits, but it's ALEX who cries out in pain, clutching his leg as if he'd just kicked a steel post! Aries smirks, and FLOORS Reyn with a decapitating lariat.

As Alex tries to get to his feet, Aries laughs. Tapping his skull to indicate just how hard his head is.He leans in close to Alex, jutting out his chin and tapping it, DARING Alex to try and hit him. A free shot, on the house.

So Alex obliges…

...And punches Aries in the THROAT!

Instantly the arrogant look is gone, as Aries’ eyes bulge and he grabs his throat, coughing violently.Suddenly, his back hits the mat as Alex takes him down with a legsweep, Then what little air he has in his lungs is driven out as Alex drops an elbow on his chest.

Then comes the knees.

Hard, precise knees driven repeatedly into Aries ribs. The previously arrogant canadian now looks scared and panicked as he tries to get the slightest bit of oxygen into his lungs!

Desperately, he rolls out the ring, coughing and breathing heavily as he looks at Alex Reyn. Fear showing for the first time in his watering eyes.

Meanwhile, Alex’s eyes show no emotion whatsoever as he grabs the rope and begins swinging it around himself, using the metal bar at the end to make the rope into a makeshift kusarigama. Aries looks at his opponent cautiously. Alex is swinging the weighted ropes so quickly, it almost looks like a transparent sphere around him. Reaching under the ring, Aries grabs a steel chair, and THROWS it at Alex Reyn, who simply dodges out the way.

Aries rushes in, hoping the chair will distract Reyn long enough for him to attack!

...His plan goes about as well as you'd expect.

SMACK!

The first shot strikes him on the ribs!

CRACK!

The second catches him on the side of his knee!

The third- is caught by Aries in mid swing!

Aries growls and yanks Reyn towards him-

Kneebreaker DDT! from Reyn! (DDT while swinging both feet into opponent's knee)

BRIAN MASON: And Aries goes down after that one, don't see him getting up anytime soon. He head was SPIKED!

JACK WARREN: Well, it could be over before we know it. Alex is going in for the kill on this submission. Rest in peace, Aries.

Aries hits the mat and Alex immediately transitions the move into a Guillotine choke!

Once again, Aries found himself struggling to breath as Alex wrenches on his neck and wraps his legs around his ribs.

Fighting through the dizziness and fatigue, Aries slowly stands to his feet while still carrying Reyn. Using his power, he THROWS Alex Reyn off and tries for a big boot but Alex rolls out the way and dashes to the ropes.

Springboard crossbody from the second rope!

The move knocks the air out of Aries lungs again, and the now lethargic wrestler is unable to stop Alex from dashing to the opposite ropes and hitting ANOTHER springboard crossbody.

BRIAN MASON: Alex hits the crossbody and he should start looking to capitalize now! It's those types of moves that wear your opponent down for the finish if you're smart enough to take it.

JACK WARREN: What do you know about wrestling awareness, Mason? You aren't one. You aren't THE MAN. THE MAN always finds a way, no matter what situation they're in.

Alex is showing no mercy here as he pulls Aries to his feet. His normal tactic of targeting the head hadn't worked, so he adopted a new strategy: Take the wind out of the opponent and you take the fight out of the opponent.

An Irish whip sends Aries into the turnbuckle where he is quickly flattened by a running splash from Alex Reyn!

Alex grabs the arm, whipping Aries into the opposite corner, and SPEARING him in that corner!

As Aries slumps, Alex climbs to the middle turnbuckle and waits for his opponent to stand.

Diving hurrican-!!

ARIES headbutt's Alex Reyn's groin in midair to innovate a modified headbutt powerbomb!!

Aries drops down, hooking Alex’s leg for the victory.

ONE!










TWO!!










THREE!!










NO!

ALEX KICKS OUT!!


Aries screams in frustration and slaps the mat several times. He rolls out the ring and fishes a table from under the apron, getting a pop from the crowd! Sliding back into the ring, he sets the table up in the corner and tries to whip Alex Reyn into it. But Alex leaps onto the table and back flips off, landing behind Aries and hitting a lungblower before rolling it into a single-knee camel clutch!!

BRIAN MASON: Reyn kicking out of another nearfall. He's been taking it to Aries, but Aries is the one trying to finish the match.

JACK WARREN: Because the finish is all that matters, not everything that comes in between.

As Alex wrenches on Aries' back, the man slowly stands to his feet, carrying the weight of Alex Reyn and reaching back.

Alex immediately let's go and backs up, perhaps fearing that Aries would try to snapmare him through the table.

The two wrestlers turn to face each other and Aries beckons with both hands, taunting Alex Reyn to attack.

Alex just raises an eyebrow and turns his back on Aries. Dismissively walking away.

It’s a trick he's used THRICE now, and no-one with half a brain would fall for it here.

Too bad this is Aries Armadaist we're talking about.

Aries charges in, tying to attack Alex Reyn from behind, only to be struck dead in the ribs with a spinning back kick!

The move knocks the wind out of Aries' lungs and Alex picked up one of the steel chairs lying in the ring. Swinging the metal edge directly into Aries Armadaist's lungs! Then another chairshot slams down on his back!! Aries collapses and Alex goes to work, hammering away at his ribs with a barrage of merciless chairshots!

Dropping the chair, Alex goes for a pin.

ONE!










TWO!!










ARIES KICKS-!!

ALEX ROLLS HIM INTO A GUILLOTINE!!!


BRIAN MASON: Aries kickout this time, but going right back into a tough place as Reyn rolls him into that submission.

JACK WARREN: I think Aries is starting to go lights out now. Someone get the kid a nightlight.

Aries can feel himself starting to fade, but he fights back. Headbutting Alex multiple times to break the hold. Grabbing Alex by the neck with both hands, he THROWS him into the exposed corner and comes charging in with a headbutt, only for Alex to dodge out the way, causing him to charge headfirst into the ringpost!! Even the notoriously hard-headed Armadaist is stunned by that impact and Alex springs of the second rope, driving both knees into Aries' back! Grabbing Aries by the waist, Alex rolls him into a pin.

ONE!










TWO!!










ARIES GETS THE ROPES!!!


Trying to get some distance, Aries rolls out of the ring, but Alex watches like a hawk and the second Aries is on his feet, he finds himself FLATTENED against the barricade with a second rope Ascendant's Wrath from Alex Reyn!!

BRIAN MASON: Aries gets to the ropes! Aries gets to the ropes! And rolling out of the ring to get a breather, that's a tactic of yours, Warren.

JACK WARREN: Everything is a tactic of mine.

Alex grabs Aries, going for the East Wind Cutter, but Aries spins out, grabs Reyn and-

NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ONTO THE APRON!!

CROWD: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Alex writhes in pain, but Aries can’t capitalise. He's on his knees, gasping for air after all the damage his ribs have taken. His limbs feel like they're made of jelly and he's starting to feel nauseous.

He fights through it though, and rollsAlex back in the ring. Going for the pin.

ONE!










TWO!!










THREE!!










ALEX GETS THE ROPES!!


Aries screams and punches Alex in the mouth! Hammering away with wild, furious shots!! Trying to beat the East Wind into a pulp!

Aries pulls Alex to his feet and whips him into the ropes, going for the P.O.K.E (Punch Of Kill Every-)

SPEAR BY ALEX REYN!!!

COVER

ONE!










TWO!!










THREE!!










NO!

ARIES KICKS OUT!!


Alex seemed to pause for a second, considering his options.

BRIAN MASON: Two more nearfalls where I thought the match was over and done with. Both opponents using their surrounding to their advantage and getting out of the predicament.

JACK WARREN: Aries actually kicked out. Are you watching this match? Either way, do what you have to do, I guess. I know I would.

Then he rolled out the ring and began searching under it. The crowd roared in approval as Alex pulled out a ladder and began sliding it into the ring-

Baseball Slide! Aries kicks the ladder into Alex Reyn's chest!

As Alex struggles to get back to his feet, Aries starts to tune up the band before...

DICK! KICK! CITY!!!

Bitch.

Alex barely has time to collapse as Aries grabs him and throws him back into the ring, before doing the same with the ladder. Alex is shuddering in pain as Aries begins setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring and drags Alex over to it. Setting up Alex Reyn in the tree of woe position on the ladder.

Then he goes for the table.

He sets the table up so that Alex’s back is resting on top of it. Then he climbs the ladder.

The crowd is in a frenzy as they realise what Aries has in mind. A Lucifer’s Guillotine of the ladder, through the table!

Unfortunately, Alex realises it to and begins fighting back, using the table support top ull his legs free and start climbing the ladder. But Aries has the high ground and rocks Alex with some stiff punches before grabbing him by the waist, lifiting him up for a super powerbomb…!!

CLAP!!!

Alex suddenly claps both hands around Aries’s ears, the explosion of sound like a flashbang at point blank range. Aries stumbles, and Alex capitalizes.

BRIAN MASON: Ballsy move here. I don't know how either of them will recover from this match if this goes through.

JACK WARREN: Holy shit, is he really doing this? This is why some wrestlers don't make it through the year, they don't think about their own health and well being. Take me for example. Be me, just don't be me on an injury.

SUPER HURICANRANA OFF THE LADDER!!!

The crowd explodes as Aries goes crashing through the table! Alex slowly gets to his feet and begins climbing the ladder. When he gets to the top, he measures his target, then leaps backwards.

PANGEA’S FALL (Corkscrew Moonsault) OFF THE LADDER!!!

The impact flattens Aries and Alex doesn’t waste a second hooking the leg!


ONE!





TWO!!







THREE!!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner!! ALEX!!! REYN!!!

After the hellacious contest, Reyn rolls out of the ring and stares back at his handiwork. He smirks before he gestures for the Bloodlust title as Defiance goes to an adbeak.

WINNER: Alex Reyn via pinfall (10:12)
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As the feed picks up, the scene shows a blacked out Range Rover pull into the parking lot. It screeches to a grinding halt, the engine roaring away as the musical stylings of Motorhead “Killed By Death” blast out. “If you squeeze my lizard, I'll put my snake on you! I'm a romantic adventure, and I'm a reptile too.” The door flies open, and “The Bastard of Bowland” strides out, a pair of Prada shades covering his eyes and clad in one of his ‘Wanted’ t-shirts. A cocky grin is spread upon his features, as he lowers his glasses, giving a wink to the camera.

JACKIE FOWLER: Hey up, mother fucks! Bet your surprised to see old Jackie Bastard right up here in Huntsville, Alabama. After all, this is Defiance, and Bastard Boots over here be mostly a blue collared blue brander, but when you got this bad boy, it kinda gives you a free pass to witness some ass.

From his pocket, Fowler produces what seems to be a VIP Defiance ticket, from what it reads upon it.

JACKIE FOWLER: I got a golden ticket, I got a golden ticket.

Jackie prances around comically in a circle, waving the ticket around, before halting abruptly as he is given a very strange look from one of the nearby stagehands.

JACKIE FOWLER: What you looking at?

The stagehand shakes their head, walking off into the distance as Fowler resumes his speech whilst walking through the packed out parking area.

JACKIE FOWLER: Anyway, the main reason I’m here, is to keep me sweet eyes on the Beth Keaton against Xavier Asher Jimmy Jack Purple Daniels. After all, it is for the Interbrand Television Title, and I have square eyes on the prize for that one. Always best to be in person for shit like this, right here in person to catch a bird’s eye view on proceedings. So here I am, fresh out me Range Rover in the parking lot, making meself heard and letting Daniels, and especially Keaton, know that the Bastard of Bowland is live, right here in person. And no matter the result, no matter how this turns out, I’m gonna be right there to challenge the win- whoa…

Fowler spots a beautiful motorcycle in front of him, dark with a deep red trim, one that has already been on screen before. But what stands out most is the fact that crudely scratched into the paintwork is the text “Fuck Off R.I.P.” Fowler acts shocked, mortified and surprised, covering his mouth at the sight of the vandalism.

JACKIE FOWLER: Who would do something like this? I mean, this is a pretty tasty cycle. Man… looks like someone took a wretch to it.

Jackie leans over to inspect the damage, the camera clearly picking up that there is a wretch hanging out of his back pocket. It is also clear that a pair of stabilizers have been drilled to the back wheels, the tires themselves being let down.

JACKIE FOWLER: Why are you looking at me for? Nothing to do with me. I don’t know nothing about this, nowt at all, pal. Whose bike is this?

The Ripper is obviously speaking to whoever is behind the camera, not noticing two lorries slowly reversing in the direction of the bike.

JACKIE FOWLER: This is Alexis’ bike? Oh mate, she gonna be pissed, right?

The camera man says something else to Fowler, but it is not picked up by the feed. Fowler takes a defensive stance, folding his arms and shaking his head.

JACKIE FOWLER: Me? Nah, pal. I might be a bastard, but I wouldn’t stoop to this low. I mean, I’d go lower! If I were gonna wreck the bike of someone who screwed me over, I’d have a lorry full of horse manure dump it’s contents all over it whilst a brass band of midgets appeared playing “Rule Britannia”!

One of the lorries suddenly bursts open as the tune of “Rule Britannia” begins to blast out upon booming brass instruments as a legion of midgets all wearing Fowler’s famous “Wanted” t-shirt parade out blowing their horns. The other lorry opens up, an ocean of horse excrement pours out and covers the bike. Fowler simply stands there, blinking for a few moments, before turning back to the camera.

JACKIE FOWLER: That… is mere coincidence! Don’t look at me like that. Ask Harambe, he’d back me up!

Fowler points over to the far side of the parking lot, where his hologram of Harambe stands, the flickering image seemingly holding a sign reading “Jackie did this.”

JACKIE FOWLER: Fucking traitor! So what? What you gonna do, eh? You cost me something, I cost you something. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, you kinda catch me? You come at me, I’m gonna deal it back with spades of shit.

With that, Jackie follows suit, picking up a spade and begins to literally shovel the horse mess onto the bike, before giving the bike a good few whacks with it.

JACKIE FOWLER: So next time you think about messing in me business, remember this moment, remember what I did and remember that no matter what you do to me… I’m always, always, ALWAYS gonna do worse to you!

At this point, two cats run right past Fowler, both of them hissing and scratching at each other, before the pair run off out of view. Fowler looks on to where they went, a perplexed look on his face as he stares on.

JACKIE FOWLER: Oi, Fluffykins! Leave Ser Pounce alone. Hey… Hey, Fluff! Do not stick your dick in Ser Pounce. Stop it! Bad kitty! Jesus, what is it with all the gay pussy in this business?

Fowler simply shakes his head in disbelief, before looking at the bike once more, then back to the camera as he flips the bird.

JACKIE FOWLER: Swivel!

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Defiance cuts backstage to where the Bloodlust champion, The Crimson Baroness is relaxing after the tense situation earlier tonight. She’s sitting on a bench in her locker room, holding the title belt in her hands when a sound alerts her. The lock on her locker room door is undone, and the door opens.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Oh, it’s only you…

She says with a smirk as a familiar face walks into shot; The Tenacious Little Bastard closes the door behind him before moving closer to his girlfriend.

DOM HARTER: It took some finding, but I’m here now.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: It’s Purge season, I can’t be taking any chances. Not when there’s apparently five people who are all wanting to take this belt from me.

The Crimson Baroness puts the belt down on the bench as she rises from her position to greet Dom, a quick kiss on the lips is shared between the pair of them.

DOM HARTER: Only five? You got off light.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Well nobody said being Bloodlust Champion was going to be easy. But I can’t hide forever; I know those who want to take this belt from me, and they’re welcome to try…

She turns back around to pick up the belt.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: But this title will lead me to bigger and better things here in HKW. I’ll hold this belt until I’ve proven myself to be a great Bloodlust champion, and if that means surviving Purge season then so be it. If that means I have to beat all five of those who felt the need to interject themselves into my moment earlier tonight then so be it!

She raises her voice slightly as the camera pans around slightly to see Dom opening the door once more. He eases it close, clicking it shut at the moment TCB yelled, and suddenly there’s a referee in the room with them.

DOM HARTER: That’s my girl…

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: And nothing, and nobo–

The Baroness is interrupted, dropping the belt in shock as Harter rolls her up from behind with a schoolboy pin! The referee drops down to count the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The Baroness kicks out in the nick of time before she and Dom both roll through to matching kneeling positions. Anger flashes across the champion’s face as she glares at her boyfriend, but Harter clears his throat as he stands back up.

DOM HARTER: Well, this is awkward…

He says as he backs away, leaving the locker room before The Crimson Baroness pushes the referee out the door after him. She locks it after them before picking up the belt again.

THE CRIMSON BARONESS: That little bastard…

She says as the show cuts back to ringside.

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The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light. The sound of a guitar being played live echoed throughout the arena, and the intro to "When Doves Cry" began to play as something began to rise out of the stage.

WHISPER VIPERI: FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS!

Xavier Asher Daniels rose out of the center of the stage, standing on a risen platform with a purple throne behind him as he continues playing the guitar along with the song.

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

He gave a small smirk and glanced around at the arena before turning his attention to the ring. He stops playing as the music continues, before he steps down off of the risen platform and begins walking down the isle way. He carefully shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around his guitar, handing both items to a stage hand and telling him not to dirty either object, before he slid inside of the ring. XAD bounces off the ropes slightly as the song dies out after the chorus, warming up as he gets ready for the match at hand.


BRIAN MASON: Here’s another chance at gold for Xavier Asher Daniels.

JACK WARREN: Jesus, how many chances does he need. He’s never going to do it. He’s just as pathetic as Jaxon Queen’s lonely attempts at solo gold. Haha, their jokes.

As the arena goes dark, the Knoxotron lights up with a panaromic view of the Miami Skyline.

YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lights start strobing, as Beth Keaton makes her way out onto the stage. She looks around, appreciative of the ovation she's receiving from the HKW fans in attendance, before beginning her trek to the ring.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Coconut Creek, Florida, the HKW iTV Champion...this is Beth Keeaaatonnn!!!

Keeping a brisk but controlled pace, she zigs and zags, taking her time to high five as many fans as possible. She slides under the bottom rope once she reaches the ring, then pops up to her feet. After climbing the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the fans, she performs a backflip and lands on her feet. The lights come back on, and she takes her corner to await the start of the match.

JACK WARREN: The sooner we can get this Subversion trash off our television screens and out of our faces the better.

BRIAN MASON: If we can get the iTV Championship here on Defiance that’ll be just be another addition to why Defiance out does Subversion! Even if we have Reaper trash here stinking up the place!

JACK WARREN: You didn’t have to bring them up…

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SINGLES MATCH
Xavier Asher Daniels vs. Beth Keaton ©


DING! DING! DING!


At the beginning of the match the two shook hands showing that they respected one another. The handshake got a light pop from the crowd. After the two shook hands they took a step back and began to circle in the center of the ring. They went to tie up with one another but Xavier was quick to spin around to Beth’s back and hits a Missile Dropkick to the back of the head. Xavier then quickly gets back up to his feet and stalks the champion as she was starting to get back up to her feet while holding the back of her head. Xavier helps her all the way back up as she begins to hit several kicks to the legs and torso of Keaton. He then Irish Whips her into the corner turnbuckle across from them. Daniels then sprinted towards the turnbuckle looking to follow it up with a Jumping Knee but no! Beth was able to get out of dodge just in time!

Beth sprinted towards the ropes as she hits them gaining some momentum. Xavier was seen turning around towards her as he was hit with a Crossbody! Beth slowly gets back up to her feet and taunts the crowd as they cheer her on. She hangs there on the ropes for a moment as she looks down at Xavier. She then runs over to the ropes and goes to hit a Lionsault but no! Xavier gets his knees up just in time as the iTV Champion lands on them.

BRIAN MASON: Beth just came down hard on those knees. Neither one of these two can get control of this match up early on.

JACK WARREN: Haha, at least she was able to find something am I right?! Haha, am I right?!

BRIAN MASON: What?

JACK WARREN: You remember that time in RISE when she couldn’t find the ring?

BRIAN MASON: Jack..that’s not Babz. That’s Beth Keaton.

JACK WARREN: ARE YOU TRYING TO CORRECT THE MAN?!

The fans in support of Xavier cheer as he gets back up to his feet. He looks down at Beth and exits the ring to stand outside on the ring apron. Daniels then leaped up onto the ropes and hops off of them as he hits a Springboard Leg Drop on the champion! Keaton yelps out in pain as much as she possibly could through the pain that shot through her neck. Xavier quickly got back up to his feet. He got Beth back up to her feet and hit a couple Knife Edge Chops before kicking her in the midsection. He then turns and backs into her as he was hoping to land a Asia DDT. While up in the air Keaton was able to instead hit a Back Drop Suplex on Daniels buying her some time.

Keaton slowly got back up to her feet as she began to stir. She shook her head trying to shake off any pain while rubbing her neck from the leg drop Xavier landed earlier. As she stood up to her feet she hyped up the crowd some more while keeping an eye on the former World Tag Team Champion. As Daniels was starting to get up to his knees, Keaton sprinted over and dove hitting a European Uppercut! She hooks the leg going for the first pin fall of the match!

ONE



TW---KICKOUT!!!


Beth stands on her knees and looks down at Xavier knowing she has to do more to defeat the resilient rock star.

JACK WARREN: HA! TRY AGAIN BITCH! Hahaha!

BRIAN MASON: Close call there for Keaton. We all know how tough it is to put away a man like Daniels, you more so than anybody out here tonight Jack.

JACK WARREN: Meh, he ain’t that tough. He’s not the man, Mase. To some people that purple thong wearing sing-along bitch might be tough. But to me? HA. He wishes he was as tough as me. He wishes he was the fucking man!

BRIAN MASON: Ugh, sit down.

The iTV Champion stands up to her feet and takes a few steps back from Daniels. She sizes him up as he begins to get back up to his knees. Keating runs over going for a Facewash but just her luck as she trips over her own foot! Beth lays there holding her face. Xavier looks over a bit confused on what happened as was the referee.

JACK WARREN: …..BAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRIAN MASON: Well, there’s a first for everything I guess. Good thing it didn’t happen on Subversion, nobody watches that crap!

JACK WARREN: OOOOOooooooHHHHH !!!!

Daniels gets up to his feet all the way now as he stood there still a bit confused but knew he couldn’t stand there and wonder what happened for much longer. He walks over to Beth and and gets her back up to her feet. He lands a another kicking combination before bringing her right back down on the canvas with a Gamengiri. Xavier climbs back up to his feet and looks down at Beth seeing how much pain she was in. He didn’t think it was good enough as began to stomp down on her and goes for his Standing Moonsault Senton signature maneuver, The Wind Cries! It connects and he now goes for the second pin fall of the match!

ONE


TWO





THHHRR--KICKOUT!!!


Xavier looks up to the referee making sure it wasn’t a three count. The referee ensure him it wasn’t a three. He gets back up to his feet and backs up some. The fans begin to cheer as they knew what Xavier was looking to land now and try and put this match away to bring the iTV Championship to Defiance.

JACK WARREN: Finally, this shit show might be over and done with.

BRIAN MASON: It just might if he’s able to land the Star Kick here!

Beth stirred up to her knees groggy as hell. She didn’t seem to know exactly where she was at the moment. Xavier seen that there wasn’t any time to waste as he sprinted over going for the Star Kick! NO!!!!! Beth ducked under and hits a STO Backbreaker that was then transitioned into a Neckbreaker! The two lay flat on the mat for a few as the referee began to count them down. The Beth was the first to show a sign of life as she slowly got back up to her feet. A moment later Daniels was seen beginning to stir.

JACK WARREN: C’MON YOU SPARKLY FUCK! DON’T SCREW THIS UP!

BRIAN MASON: Both are back up to their feet now but how much do they have left in the tank?! Who is going to walk out of here the iTV Champion?!

Beth seen Daniels back up to his feet she sprinted over going for another crossbody but no! Daniels was able to catch her and brings her down on his knees! He didn’t stop there as she mounted on top of her and began to connect with a flurry of punches. The referee counted him down to get off of her and he did so just in time. Xavier shook his head knowing he can’t let up now. He made his way back over and was scooped up into a roll up pin!

ONE





TWO







THHHRRRRREEEEE---KICKOUT!!!!


Xavier quickly got up to his feet stunned that he was so close to being put away by Keaton with her roll up pin attempt. He looked around to see if anyone was as stunned as he was. And the fans were. The iTV Champion slowly got up to her feet and looked over to see Xavier shocked. She flashed a smile over at him seeing his reactions. She waved her challenger over wanting him to keep coming at her. He didn’t as he just stood here and watched her get back up to her feet completely. Once she was the the circled into the center of the ring again until Xavier went to kick her in the midsection but no! It was blocked as Beth came down with a hard elbow to the leg. Xavier cringed in pain as she hit a few elbows to the leg and proceeded with a Dragon Screw on the leg to take him down. There on the ground Keaton goes for the Coconut Crab but no! Daniels managed to pull away and roll out of the ring down at ringside to catch his breath.

JACK WARREN: Of course. Of course that leg is just now giving him problems. I swear, you can’t ever depend on this guy to do a goddamn thing right! If I The Man was in this match I would’ve made this ditzy cunt look like a chewed up barbie doll!

BRIAN MASON: Shut up, Jack.

JACK WARREN: NO YOU SHUT UP! I’M TIRED OF THIS GUY BEING SUCH A GODDAMN LET DOWN! IT’S HIS ENTIRE LIFE STORY!

With a blink of an eye, Beth comes flying through the ropes with a Suicide Dive! The fans pop as she connects with the outside diving maneuver. She slowly gets back up to her feet and gets Xavier back up to toss him back into the ring.She climbs back up onto the ring apron and waits for Xavier to get back up to his feet. As he does, Beth leaps up to the ropes and leaps off as she gets more air for the Avalanche Sheer Drop Orange Crush Smoothie '91!!! After driving Xavier’s skull into the canvas she goes for the pin!

ONE






TWO




THREE!!!!!!!!


The referee calls for the bell and Beth’s theme hits.

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

WHISPER VIPERI: And here’s your winner and still the HKW iTV Champion….BETH KEATON!!!!

JACK WARREN: Haha, I should’ve known. Where’s that deer eyed fuck Nest at when you need to serve this bitch up with a beating?

BRIAN MASON: Nevertheless, that was still a hard fought victory for Beth Keaton, Jack.

JACK WARREN: Whatever.

The scene fades away as Beth celebrates her victory.

WINNER & STILL HKW iTV CHAMPION: BETH KEATON VIA PIN FALL (12:43)
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A camera team inched their way throughout the halls of the arena and took in the sights of the personnel backstage. The person holding the camera made a sharp left turn into the locker room wing and saw Felicity Banks standing outside her locker room with her iPhone (personal phone) pushed to her ear.

FELICITY BANKS: Yes, mom! I took my medicine and I’m drinking lot of fluid. It’s just a cold! I’ve had hundreds of these!

The camera team backed away just enough to record Felicity’s conversation without showing themselves, making this the perfect opportunity for everyone to hear some answers in regards to how Lance Winters got the GO briefcase.

FELICITY BANKS: Okay, mom! I’m in the hallway right now because I don’t have service in my locker room and everyone can hear my business! Say bye so I can hang up on you.

The HKW Triple Crown winner listened to her mother for another few seconds, and finally…

FELICITY BANKS: Love you too, bye.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and gripped it up tightly, using her free hand to wipe away the perspiration on her forehead.

FELICITY BANKS: This fever’s gonna be the death of me. Hopefully I get Volkov’s pathetic ass sick when I beat him. Definitely making sure to cough on him a few times…

Felicity went to push open her locker room door, but then heard a chuckle, forcing her to turn back. Slowly stepping into the shot is none other than Jaxon Queen, who walks up to Felicity, only to take a step back.

JAXON QUEEN: I'm all for giving Viktor the flu. Hopefully it makes him weak enough not to tweet stupid shit on Twitter for at least a day. But I'm very much trying to stay as healthy as possible, so I'm going to stand right here, just in case you sneeze.

Felicity pulled her sweatshirt over her nose and flipped the hood over her head, turning herself into a short ghetto eskimo.

FELICITY BANKS: No worries. I’ve been walking around like this all day to make sure I didn’t get anyone else sick. Volkov?

She shrugged her shoulders, almost letting the sweatshirt front slip down her nose.

FELICITY BANKS: He already has rabies and a receding hairline so he deserves to be sick. What brings you down these hallway parts, though?

JAXON QUEEN: I was looking for Luke, but I couldn't find him, no surprise there. But...I did find you, which means I can ask you a question that's been rattling around in my head.

Felicity doesn't speak as Jaxon asked.

JAXON QUEEN: What the hell happened at Divine Supremacy? How did Lance get the case, if you don't mind me asking.

Jaxon pressed his shoulder against the nearest wall as Felicity let out a sigh and ran her hands down her face.

FELICITY BANKS: It’s really a long, long story. But to make it short?

Another soft sigh from the Triple Crown winner.

FELICITY BANKS: I basically got caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. Something that would’ve pretty much ruined everything that I’ve built up to this point. I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting a bit since everyone in this industry has demons, but Lance and the rest of cronies caught po--

Suddenly, a member of the camera team dropped the can of Sprite he was holding, getting Felicity to sharply turn her head and notice them. The evil bitch face was intact as Felicity took short steps toward the crew.

FELICITY BANKS: You know, if this was a year or two ago I would’ve probably smashed that camera off the ground and got all of you fired. But since I was dumb enough to have a conversation in the hallway, I’m gonna chalk this one up as a fuck up on my part, and I’ll give you guys ten seconds to leave. Oh, and I’m starting at five.

Felicity took a big step forward and began counting.

FELICITY BANKS: FIVE.

She didn’t even need to count to six, the camera crew already rushing in the direction away from Felicity and Jaxon. The man holding the camera let out “Damn” before he started cursing off his partner, telling him that they were so close to finding out what exactly happened at Divine Supremacy.

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"House of 1,000 Corpses" by Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the fans turn to immediate boos. The lights flicker on and off before turning a dark red shade as white fog rolls out. The former Bloodlust Champion, Nicole Hamilton comes walking out with a look of anger on her face. Her scowl stays on her face as she walks down the ramp, before glaring at the fans shaking her head, taunting them as she screams at those who try to slap her hand.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Don't fucking touch me, puppets.

She screams at them before walking towards the ring, sliding under the ring ropes. She stands up and walks to the ropes, reaching her hand out before demanding a microphone. As she snatches it, she paces back and forth before walking to the center of the ring, shaking her head.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Cut my damn music! I'm out here tonight on business!

She says as her music cuts out, looking around as the fans continue to boo and chant against her. Nikki smirks and rolls her eyes, before running her hands through her dark hair.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Ya' know, Lady Luck hasn't been on my side lately. Not that I believe in any of that shit, but you morons do so I'm trying to make it so you people understand. Try to get in your small brain where I'm coming from. Since day one I've been the Bloodlust champion, belt or not. All these idiots coming out of the woodwork and purging on that title? All they care about is a strap. All they concern themselves with is having a belt thinking that that's what makes a champion. Just because you have the strap, doesn't make you a true champion. I AM THE ONLY PERSON WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT BLOODLUST MEANS...

She looks around, accepting the boos from the fans.

NICOLE HAMILTON: I've made that my claim since day one. But before I get what is rightfully mine back... I've got to deal with the biggest pain in my ass that just.. Doesn't simply understand his place in not only this world, but this company. The walking and living bad luck charm, Brian Stryker.

She shakes her head, the fans popping a little bit before she continues to speak.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Figures you mindless sheep would cheer that tool. I'm not even surprised. Stryker has been a throw in my spine for a while now and to be quite honest? He's boring me. I'm sick of him jumping in my way just as much as I'm sure he's tired of running into me... So tonight... I want to make a deal...

She smiles slyly, before batting her eyes, before looking innocently at the ramp.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Oh Brian.... Brrrrriaaaaannnnn... Stryky-Stryky-Strykerrrrr!!! Come on out here my friend!!

She says with a smile, waiting a few minutes. As the fans wait in anticipation, she sighs and rolls her eyes, before sitting Indian style in the ring, before laying down playing with her hair talking into the microphone.

NICOLE HAMILTON: That's fine! I got all damn night! The devil is waiting Stryker! Come on out and sell ya soul and make ya deal...

She says before looking up as Red Flag by Billy Talent starts playing as the fans start cheering. Brian Stryker walks out wearing a hoodie with the hood up. He walks down to the ring as he looks down at Nicole as he grabs a mic and gives her a smirk.

BRIAN STRYKER: Sell my soul? The devil? Please you are nothing more a pimple on my back. Just a pain that is ready to be popped and done away with forever. You’re bloodlust? Don’t make me laugh. You may have purged me but at least I didn’t get embarrassed in an waffle house by fucking John Blade! Which reminds me. I brought you a gift.

Brian reaches into his hoodie’s pocket and pulls out a small bottle of maple syrup, placing it in Nicole’s hand.

BRIAN STRYKER: A gift to help you remember the night you became the laughing stock of HKW. If you got something to say out with it already.

Nicole grabs a hold of the bottle of syrup, looking down at it before looking up at him. Her face turns a bright red out of anger, as she clenches her hand into a fist as she tries to remain calm... Before looking up, flashing out a smile as she speaks.

NICOLE HAMILTON: THAT WAS SO SWEET OF YOU TO THINK OF ME! I know it's hard for you to get me off your mind because I'm literally the only excitement in your life, so I'm not even upset about your incorrect statements about me becoming the so called laughing stock of HKW, because darling, nobody could ever take that crown from you!

She smiles, clearly aggravated by his words. She slowly begins to stand up, looking at him before speaking again.

NICOLE HAMILTON: So since you decided to come out here and join me and listen to the deal I'm about to make you, let's get this chit chat out of the way and straight to the point because to be quite honest? I'm bored with your entire existence and while I could be going about my business with bloodlust, I know your parched self is so thirsty to follow my every move so I got to take care of this first.

She says, before walking closer to him.

NICOLE HAMILTON: You and I are the Joker and Batman of this company. No matter how much we try, one of us is always going to go after the other because we know we can. It's simple. It's easy. It's what we are used to.. However, I'm sick of you sticking your nose in my business just as I'm sure you're sick of me cutting into your precious moments here. So I have a solution. One more match.

She says with a menacing smile on her face.

NICOLE HAMILTON: An I quit match... But this match is more than just an I quit match... Once you quit.. You wouldn't just be ending the match.. But you'd also be ending your route going anywhere near my Bloodlust Championship.

The fans pop at Nicole's challenge, before she looks at Brian's face, smirking.

NICOLE HAMILTON: After this we'll be out of each other's hair for good. It's not like I'm giving you much of an option to say no, anyways..

Nicole stands there giggling, before looking up giving him room to speak. Brian smirks as he crossed his arms and holds his mic up.

BRIAN STRYKER: An I quit match? Interesting. So when I embarrass you even more you’ll be out of my life for good. Your on. Just remember Nicole. You…..can’t…...beat me.

NICOLE HAMILTON: Can't?

She smirks and looks at him before stepping closer, holding up the syrup before uncapping it, standing close to Brian. She looks up and dips her finger in the syrup tasting it, before quickly dumping it on his head as she looks at him, smirking as the sticky syrup drips down his head.

NICOLE HAMILTON: I already have. Just like I will do again. You're going to disappear and fade out like you should, and I'm going to get MY Bloodlust championship back.

She says before throwing the bottle in his face, listening to the fans boo. Nicole doesn't waste anytime before turning around exiting the ring as "House of 1,000 Corpses" kicks back on as Nicole leaves a syrup covered Stryker in the ring.

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The duo Surgical Tendencies are seen walking past a what looks to be busy Eli Zayn fumbling through his phone for one reason or another. Camera crew is heard whistling in Zayn’s direction which gets up to look up and beeline toward the two men battling for the HKW World Tag Titles tonight.

ELI ZAYN: ST...ST?! William! DeMarcus!

Eli catches William’s attention first as he slightly turns to see Eli Zayn approaching them. DeMarcus’ attention is taken shortly after seeing his tag partner slowing up.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: What?

ELI ZAYN: Tonight is the night fellas. Tonight you guys get your chance at the HKW World Tag---

DEMARCUS GRESHAM: No...no no no...NO. WE, went through enough to get here. Enough words. Enough lobbying. Now we make them pay. Nothing more. Nothing less. Begone lesser. We do not want words with you.

ELI ZAYN: Oh come on gu--

William Alexander Andrews steps forward more imposing toward Eli Zayn.

WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Leave...now.

Surgical Tendencies move toward the locker room door saying nothing else as the scene cuts.

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

The opening to Deftones' "Cherry Waves" plays as a small screen of smoke cover the ground of the stage. As the first rift blasts through the venue, Nest walks through the curtain breathing heavily.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making his way down to HIS ring, weighing in at 287lbs. From up above, NEST!

Keeping his head down he looks out to the crowd briefly before eyeing the ring ahead, making his way down the ramp with an alarming sense of urgency. Nest stops right before he gets to the apron, holding out both of his arms with pitchfork hand signs along with a scream.

BRIAN MASON: The man who held the LDFC Apex Championship throughout almost the entirety of LDFC’s existence is here on Defiance!

JACK WARREN: LDFC, shmed-left-see. I think it’s safe to say that Nest wants to put THOSE days behind him and focus on the future. And you know what the future is? Nest… a soon to be champion HKW!

BRIAN MASON: That’s high praise coming from you, Jack.

JACK WARREN: The MAN knows talent when he sees it. That’s why I hate you, Mason.

He rolls in the ring and starts cracking his knuckles as the music dies down.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent!

"Drifter" by Karmin hits the PA system, and the lights dim before a spotlight hits the stage. Riley Lynn walks out on the stage looking around at the crowd as she poses with her hands on her hips giving the crowd a big smile. She makes her way down the ramp hitting the fans' hands before she climbs onto the ring apron the faces the stage. She cleans the soles of her feet on the apron before she enters the ring through the second rope.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Please welcome Riley Lynn!

She walks around the ring a moment before climbing the nearest turnbuckle, she raises her hands in the air yelling "Level Up" before hopping down off the turnbuckle.

BRIAN MASON: And here’s one of the newest acquisitions to the Defiance roster, Riley Lynn!

JACK WARREN: Pretty sure Whisper already told everyone that, Mason.

BRIAN MASON: Indeed. Riley definitely has a huge mountain to climb here tonight, but if anyone could pull it off, it’s Riley Lynn.

JACK WARREN: Yup. She’s used to climbing mountains. Riding horses. Tossing salad. That sort of thing.

BRIAN MASON: … I’m not going to comment on any of that.

She repeats her taunt on every remaining turnbuckle in the ring and then she she returns to the center of the ring posing with her hands on her hips once again.

SINGLES MATCH
Nest vs. Riley Lynn


DING! DING! DING!


Just as the opening bell rings, Riley darts across the ring to get the jump on Nest, but Nest takes right down to the mat with a huge clothesline! Nest grips Riley by the throat and pulls her to her feet, but Riley lands a couple of shin kicks to Nest to chop him down! Once Nest drops to one knee, Riley tries to run off the ropes again, but Nest storms up to his feet, chases after Riley, and lariats her right over the top rope!

Riley takes a hard landing to the floor, but Nest doesn’t give a damn! He storms right after Riley, pulls her up by her hair, and nearly throws her THROUGH the protective barricade! Fans in the first row get up out of their seats as Nest moves over toward Riley’s body and nudges her with his boot.

BRIAN MASON: Jack. I think Nest might’ve broken Riley in half right there.

JACK WARREN: Wouldn’t doubt it. Dude’s strong as hell. He’s a legit monster compared to some of the people on our roster.

ONE!


TWO!


The referee starts his ten count, but all it does make Nest even more aggressive! He puts the boots to Riley as the referee counts to three, then pulls Riley up by her hair. He flings her over his shoulder, turns in the direction of the ring post, and lawn darts her face first right into it! The fans in the first row grimace after hearing the shot, Riley collapsing to the floor seemingly unconscious.

BRIAN MASON: Okay, I know I tend to overreact sometimes, but the referee needs to step in there right now and check on Riley!

JACK WARREN: Relax, Mason. She’s a trained professional who’s used to taking beatings! This is nothing to her.

Nest rolls inside the ring to break the count, then rolls right back outside.

ONE!

The referee starts his count over as Nest stares at the last Cyber Champion with evil intentions in mind.

TWO!

Riley starts to show some life, but Nest boots her right in the face to knock it out of her!

THREE!

He hunches over to grab Riley by the hair, but then hears the sounds of violins over the speakers!

FOUR!

Nest begins to look around the arena,finally turning around to the knoxotron once he hears the crowd's positive reaction.

FIVE!

BRIAN MASON: It’s XAD! He’s giving us a little concert.

JACK WARREN: During a match?

BRIAN MASON: Well… I never did say Xavier had the best timing.

JACK WARREN: Shut up, Mason! If this was happening to one of your people you’d be throwing a fit!

SIX!

Nest looks up at XAD playing his own entrance theme on the violin, and looks ready to go after him, but Riley sneaks up behind Nest and pushes him face first into the ring post!

SEVEN!

A groggy Riley slides back into the ring as the knoxotron cuts and Nest collapses to the floor!

JACK WARREN: NO! What the hell?! This is bullshit!

BRIAN MASON: How?! No one told Nest to ignore Riley and pay attention the ramp!

Riley pleads for the referee to count faster as Nest already starts showing signs of life!

EIGHT!

Riley uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, Nest getting to one knee with the crowd urging him to stay down!

NINE!

BRIAN MASON: She’s gonna do it!

The referee gets ready to throw both of his hands in the air…

TEEEEEE--NO!

Nest slides into the ring, but Riley immediately pounces on him! She hammers away with hammerfists to the back of his head, but Nest manages to shove her away! Riley comes right back at the former LDFC Apex Champion, but Nest stops her with a kick to the midsection, followed by side flapjack!

Nest doesn’t waste anytime pulling Riley to her feet and immediately pushed her back against the nearest corner. He delivered a quick of quick shoulder thrusts before he stepped backwards and leveled the last Cyber champion with a devastating Yakuza kick!

JACK WARREN: Welp! If Riley wasn’t concussed before, she definitely is now!

BRIAN MASON: So you agree the referee should end this now?

JACK WARREN: Hell no! Not after the stunt Riley tried to pull!

Riley hits the mat, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The referee goes in to check on her, but Nest moves him to the side, pulls Riley up to a vertical base and delivers a huge release tiger suplex!

Riley lands right on her neck and the referee goes to check on her, but once again, Nest shoves him to the side and rips Riley up to her feet! He looks at the tron for XAD, lets him know he’s coming for him, and then takes Riley out with his patented pelee kick!

The former Cyber champion hit the mat like a ton of bricks, the referee finally getting a chance to step in and check on her.

BRIAN MASON: Stop the damn match, ref!

Almost on cue, the referee turns his attention to Whisper Viperi and gestures for the timekeeper to call for the bell!

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Nest looks ready to go after Riley, but the referee pushes him back and tells him he’ll reverse the decision if the lays one finger on his downed opponent. This gets the big man to back off into his own corner as the referee steps out and gives Whisper the final decision.

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of total knock out… NEST!!

A grin comes over Nest’s face as “Cherry Waves” comes over the sound speakers. The referee and on-site trainer immediately go to check on Riley as Nest leaves the ring, and charges right up the ramp in search of XAD.

JACK WARREN: Total knockout? That’s how you make an impact in your debut on Defiance, Brian!

BRIAN MASON: Maybe, but I’m genuinely concerned for Riley Lynn right now. She hasn’t moved since that huge pelee.

JACK WARREN: I’m concerned for XAD! Well, not really since I hate that tool, but it looks like Nest is going to find him!

The camera focuses on Nest until he disappears backstage, then transitions to the referee and trainer working on Riley as Defiance cuts to a commercial.

WINNER: Nest via total knockout (5:16)
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Cameras go backstage where Eli Zayn is seen rushing after someone. He waves on the camera crew to keep with him, then makes a sharp right turn to reveal none other than the debuting Cyncity! The crowd cheers once they see the “Sex Sells” lettering on the back of Cyn’s vest, the former FGA World champion turning around once she hears the footsteps.

CYNCITY: Zayn. Eli Zayn. That’s you, right?

The goofy interview cracks a cheesy smile. Blushing over the fact that Cyn said his name James Bond-like.

ELI ZAYN: That’s me! The only and only! I have to say, I am SO happy that you’re here in HKW, Cyn! It’s been a long time coming, and I’m sure many would agree.

Cyn smiles, hearing the crowd chant her name throughout the arena.

CYNCITY: Well I’m totes happy to be here! I’ve always had a small little role in HKW in some form or fashion, and when I found out that I couldn’t wrestle in FGA until I was done with the brand ambassador thing, I figured now was the perfect time to turn that little role into a big one!

She claps her hands, bouncing on her heels as she did so.

CYNCITY: But we’ve already been over this. What’s up?

Eli chuckles as he brings the microphone back toward his face.

ELI ZAYN: I wanted to get your thoughts on your opponent tonight, Raven Apollyon. At the Ruble to Destiny show, you pretty much… stood there while she laid into you. You did say a few things, but jeeze. It’s almost lik--

CYNCITY: Shhhh. Stop right there, Eli.

Cyn replies as she pulls Eli’s arm back toward her own face.

CYNCITY: I let Raven pour her black heart out because she didn’t say anything that I haven’t heard before. It’s always the same thing, Eli! Always…

The recent Defiance signee bites down on her lip, her cheeks beginning to turn a soft red.

CYNCITY: I’m seriously beyond sick and tired of listening to people discredit me, Eli. I feel like this always happens whenever someone has to step in the ring with me -- but then what happens? I beat them, and I prove why I’m one of the most underrated names in this business today!

The multi time champion pauses, taking a second to look up at the ceiling before she continues.

CYNCITY: Underrated… it really grinds my gear that after three years of busting my butt, becoming a World champion, a multiple time tag team champion, match of the year winner and everything else I’ve freaking done… I’m still dubbed as underrated. To some that’d be a compliment because they’re saying you’re better than everyone thinks you are. But to me?

She shakes her head in frustration.

CYNCITY: It’s an insult. People should know how good I am by now. People should understand that I became a threat to every champion in this company the moment I signed my name to an HKW contract! But the minute I get here, I’m approached by some chica known as Raven Apollyon and she goes right to saying everything I’ve already heard a million times before. I’m Brandon’s ex-wife. I’m Cordy’s tag team partner. I’m this and I’m that, and sheeeee’s a thousand times better than me!

The frustrated Cyncity rips the microphone out of Eli’s hands and stares right into the camera.

CYNCITY: Well if you’re really better than me, Raven, where in the blue lagoon have you been these last three years, huh? While I was winning championships and awards, you were wrestling in gymnasiums filled with people who were only your relatives or friends of whatever D rated company you worked for. I became a freaking LEGEND in the lucha libre scene while you were filling your fat mouth with potato chips and mountain dew - watching ME on television doing what YOU’RE not good enough to do.

A strand of hair falls in front of Cyncity’s eye, but she immediately shoves to the side and continues her mini-rant.

CYNCITY: I’m tired of people like you, Raven. Tired of you stupid-heads acting like I’m not bona fide hall of famer just because the people I’m close to are also successful. Here’s some #FACTSONLY as my former BFF says! Real recognize real, and successful peoples enjoy the presence of other successful peoples!

She smiles, only to slide her hand down her face and turn it into a scowl.

CYNCITY: That’s why you have nothing Raven. No friend. No career. No freaking fans! … because there’s nobody further down the ladder than you and your demented big brother.

She reaches out her hand, drops the microphone to the floor, and walks down the hall, leaving Eli Zayn with his mouth agape.

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The scene opens up backstage in catering, showing Xavier Asher Daniels still playing the violin, this time for a small audience. The stagehands and other wrestlers are drawn in by the former musician’s play as he continues on, clearly enjoying himself in getting to show off his talents in the workplace. The peaceful playing is violently shut down as XAD is jerked backwards and sent flying into a nearby door!

Everyone scatters as Nest storms over to XAD, enraged at the eccentric wrestler’s attempt to try and distract him just moments ago during a match as he goes to lift him up by the throat. XAD fights him off, using the Violin’s Bow and jamming it right into the throat of the larger, stronger Nest! He drops Daniels, and XAD tries to fight him off as the two begin to brawl all over the backstage area!

The two trade punches all over the catering area, with Nest clearly having the advantage over Daniels as he pummels XAD. Daniels doesn’t give up, leaping up and wrapping his arms around the throat of Nest and trying to choke him out, but Nest slings him right into a nearby wall! Nest reaches down and grabs XAD by the coat collar, slinging him into the wall over and over again with flat out strength, causing a sick thud each time XAD’s body hit the concrete wall before he finally went limp.

Breathing heavily, Nest drags Daniels over to one of the tables and picks up the violin from the ground, before throwing him into one of the tables. He stomps right onto XAD’s right arm, eliciting a cry of agony from Daniels as he gives a twisted smile at the sound.

NEST: Curtain call…

Nest raises the Violin high above his head as he keeps XAD’s hand trapped underneath his boot, with XAD tugging at his arm violently as he tries to tug it free. Nest goes to bring it down, but the security team comes in and intervenes! Nest tries to push past them, reaching out to grab at XAD who is trying to throw a kick in his direction, but the two are pulled apart by security. XAD rabidly tries to pull himself free from security as Nest just eyes the guards in front of him. Nest backs away slowly as he gazes back towards Daniels. It’s far, far from over for these two as XAD is led away.

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

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. She creeps her way to the ring, not looking out at any members of the crowd - instead focused solely on the ring. The two make their way down the ramp and eventually reach the ring, which Raven proceeds to slide into. Big Brother doesn't enter the ring, opting instead to watch from outside as Raven stands in the center of the ring. She arches her back, bending backwards and throwing her arms to the side, as a camera gets a close up of her upside-down face while she leans bent. Raven looks into the camera and her head tilts ever so slightly to the side.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, she is RAVEN APOLLYON!!!

The beginning of "Ring Dinge Ding" by DJ Splash fills the arena speakers, getting the crowd to come unglued. The lights in the arena dim down just enough for different parts of the arena to fill up in various colors, forming a rainbow all around the arena.

Ring dinga ding dinga ding dinga ding ding
Ring dinga ding dinga ding dinga ding ding
GET YOUR HANDS UPPPPPPPPPPPP!


When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scans the crowd, and feeds from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp. She flaps her right arm up in the air and takes in the audiences cheers. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and bottom pushed out. Fans in attendance whistle in her direction as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them hugs before she marches her way down the ramp and towards the ring. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her quickened pace toward the ring. She slides into the ring and plays with the crowd some more, then gets herself loosened up for the upcoming match.

WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, she is CYNCITY!!!

The ref makes sure to check both women for hidden weapons as he explains the rules before he calls for the bell to start the match!

SINGLES MATCH
Cyncity vs Raven Apollyon


DING! DING! DING!


The two women slowly meet in the center of the ring before Raven, not believing Cyncity is of any threat to her, told her to take the first shot! Cyncity looks at Raven, confused, but shrugs and does a quick spin before extending her leg out and catching Raven with a spin kick to the gut! Cyncity then begins firing off with multiple shots before hooking Raven’s head and planting her onto the mat with a DDT!

BRIAN MASON: Looks like Cyncity didn’t take too kindly to being treated the way she was at the beginning!

JACK WARREN: I’m about to create a fucking handbook filled with rules for these new handjobs, Mase. Jack Warren’s Guide To Not Being A Schmuck.

BRIAN MASON: Sounds like a long title.

JACK WARREN: Your mom’s a long title.

The former FGA World champion then gets to her feet and looks down at Raven before turning around and hitting a standing moonsault! Cyncity then proceeds to hook both legs as she makes the first attempt at a pin in the match!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

BRIAN MASON: Not enough there to put Raven away, but you can tell this is definitely not where she wanted to start the match.

JACK WARREN: Jesus fucking Christ, of course no one wants to get their ass beat right off the bat in the match, especially since it’s going to make it more difficult to hit their moves later.

The newest HKW signee quickly gets to her feet after the kickout and motions for Raven to get up to both feet. Once Apollyon does get to her feet, Cyncity runs forward and wraps her legs around Raven’s head before spinning in circles! She then releases Raven sending her hitting the mat before she rolls out of the ring!

BRIAN MASON: Spinning headscissors takedown by Cyncity!

She gets to her feet afterwards and waits for Raven to get to her feet before running forward and sailing through the ropes, sending her head crashing into the barricade with a suicide dive! Cyncity gets to her feet afterwards and pumps the audience up before tossing Raven back into the ring. She then quickly slides in before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner.

JACK WARREN: I think Cyncity just gave Raven a fucking concussion. This isn’t FGA, ya damn animal!

Raven slowly gets to her feet again, this time desperately trying to shake off the cobwebs. However, once she turns towards Cyncity’s corner, Cyncity hops off and hooks her head before driving her into the mat with another DDT! The former PDW Tag Team champion then turns Apollyon over and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cyncity gets to her feet after the kickout and grabs Raven by the head, only to be met with an eye rake! This dirty tactic buys Raven enough time for her to catch Cyncity with a kick to the gut, hooking her head afterwards and hitting a snap suplex!

BRIAN MASON: And just like that, one dirty move helps Raven turn the tide!

Apollyon quickly grabs the Sex Sells member and gets her up after the snap suplex, hooking her head before running up the near turnbuckles and driving Cyn’s head into the mat with a tornado DDT! Raven then turns Cyncity over and goes for the cover, hooking the inside leg!

JACK WARREN: We might have a quick one here!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cyncity powers out, getting a shake of the head from Raven. Apollyon grabs Parker by the hair and gets her up to both feet before irish whipping her into a corner. Raven steps back after that, letting out a scream before running forward and knocking the spit right out of Cyncity’s mouth with a European uppercut! Raven quickly steps back before running forward again and repeating the same move! Raven does this once more after that, stepping back and allowing Cyncity to faceplant the mat! Apollyon then turns her over and goes for the cover!

BRIAN MASON: Three European uppercuts just might be enough to get a three count!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JACK WARREN: It’s not enough, but she’s gotta stay on her if she wants to win.

Raven, frustrated, mounts herself on top of Cyncity and fires off with lefts and rights, getting a chorus of boos from the audience! She continues to throw punches until the ref finally pulls her off and she lets out an angry scream! Apollyon then looks out at the audience and tells them to watch as she puts her on the shelf before she walks back over to Cyncity.

JACK WARREN: It’s about to end badly for Cyncity, Mase!

BRIAN MASON: Cyncity’s got a lot more left in the tank and everyone knows this.

She eventually reaches Cyncity and bends down to grab her head, only for Cyncity to catch her with a punch to the gut, stunning her! The former FGA World champion then pulls Raven down onto the mat before locking in a Spider Twist submission!

BRIAN MASON: KINDNESS KILLER!

JACK WARREN: Holy shit, that’s looking bad!

The Sex Sells member then wrenches back, causing Apollyon to scream out in pain as she desperately flailed her arms around, just hoping to touch the ropes that were nowhere nearby! Cyncity yells at Raven to tap out, but she almost seems hellbent on not giving Cyncity the satisfaction!

...But the pain is just too much as she repeatedly slaps the mat, causing the ref to call for the bell and the audience to roar in approval!

BRIAN MASON: WHOA!

DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner….CYNCITY!!!!

"Ring Dinge Ding" hits as Cyncity releases the Kindness Killer and gets helped back to her feet by the official.

BRIAN MASON: Raven suffers her first loss in HKW tonight, to Cyncity. It seems her words finally came back to bite her.

JACK WARREN: Relax, Brian. She lost a match. It ain't the end of the world.

With the audience applauding the victorious efforts of Cyncity, who was seemingly able to shut Raven's mouth tonight after the disrespect Apollyon launched her way at the Rumble To Destiny, "No DVD Tapings Off" soaks in the cheers.

BRIAN MASON: Raven has been impressive since her debut, I'll give her that. Not the most respectful of competitors, but she's been impressive. She just bit off more than she could chew, tonight.

JACK WARREN: That or she just had an off night.

Cyncity turns toward Raven, whom is still lying on the canvas, looking up with shock and anger in her expression. The briefly retired wrestler smiles, happy that she was able to get the victory tonight and let Raven know that she is truly the better wrestler. She exits the ring and makes her way to the back as Big Brother enters the ring to check on Raven.

BRIAN MASON: Whether you want to admit it or not, Cyncity beat Raven, fair and square. I just wonder what's next for her. Where does Cyncity go from here?

Raven finally begins getting back to her feet, with help from Big Brother, but she angrily pushes him away. "The Satanic Angel" screams ear-splittingly, letting out a lot of frustration over taking her first loss.

BRIAN MASON: Ah, Jesus! It's like nails on a chalkboard!

Big Brother tries to calm Raven down, but it's to no avail. She continues screaming, yelling right in his face, "I can beat her! I can fucking beat her!"

JACK WARREN: Okay, maybe it is the end of the world to her.

The official jumps in, trying to calm Raven down as well, but she's livid. By now, Cyncity has made her way backstage, but Apollyon clearly isn't done with her yet. "I should've won! I'm better than her!" Much to the chagrin of Raven, the audience decides to egg her on, as chants begin throughout the arena, reminding her, "You tapped out! You tapped out! You tapped out!" Raven lets out another primal scream, proceeding to demand the audience shuts up.

BRIAN MASON: This is as full blown of a hissy fit as I've seen.

JACK WARREN: It's never fun to lose, not that I have much experience in that situation.

BRIAN MASON: We've got a show going on. Somebody needs to get her out of the ring so we can continue.

Big Brother, having seen quite enough, grabs Raven by the wrist and pulls her out of the ring. She continues screaming until she's on the entrance ramp, where she finally begins to calm down, but it's clearly just the calm before the storm. On the way up the ramp, a particularly loud fan in the front row shouts to remind her, once more, that she tapped out. Fortunately for him, Big Brother was there to hold her back. "I'll slice your fucking cock off, you fat piece of shit!" she shouts as she tries to go after the fan, but Big Brother keeps her at bay.

BRIAN MASON: This is uncomfortable to watch.

JACK WARREN: I mean, he is pretty fat, though.

The two finally exit to the back, as the show is able to continue on.

WINNER: Cyncity via submission (8:15)
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Cameras cut backstage to show the door of the same room Luke Wisia had put his raffle box in. Unfortunately, the security that was stationed outside seems to have disappeared, allowing anyone to walk in. And that is what happens as a man wearing an Auburn hoodie slowy walks to the door, holding a raffle box of his own, one identical to Luke’s, in his right arm. He manages to avoid the cameras catching his face as he swiftly enters the room, closing the door behind him.

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The Auburn hoodie wearing man walks out, the box still in his right arm and his face still being hidden from the camera. Closing the door, the man quickly moves on, leaving as he hears voices in the distance. The camera then pans over and shows two guards walking turning the corner and making their way back to their station, while eating the ice cream in their hand.

GUARD #1: Man, this ice cream is great! I love chocolate ice cream!

GUARD #2:: Vanilla ice cream is the best, dude.

The first guard sighs.

GUARD #1: Let’s just get back to guarding this stupid raffle box before Luke finds out we left to go get ice cream...

The second guard shrugs before he follows his partner back to the door and the scene fades out.

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The cameras open up in what looks like a sorority type of house where we see a bunch of girls just standing there. They are all relatively attractive from society's standards tall, slender builds. Their hair is done, along with their nails as they stand waiting on the arrival of their pledge masters. All of a sudden the doors open dressed in matching pretty committee t-shirts, black pants and boots is none other than the Pretty Committee themselves Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis. They walk in with a strut eyeing the pledges as they stand on top of a podium looking down at them as they begin to speak in their normal tone.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Thank you for attending these tryouts to find us the newest member of our group you see being in the Pretty Committee in any role is an honor, and it is something that says I am forward thinking. That I am committee to the pretty revolution. It is not something you take on lightly and by making it this far you twenty have proven you are a non-basic.

Veronica smirks as the pledges stand there listening intently hanging on every word of the Pretty Committee.

BIANCA DAVIS: But being non-basic is not enough to avoid being left out in the revolution. But you have made it here and that is the first step but half of you will be gone by tomorrow night, reason why? Because we don't have all the time in the world till our Defiance debut duh! So one by one I want you to introduce yourselves and why you should be taken on as a member of the Pretty Committee.

They stand there pretty nervous this is the first time they have meet the arrogant duo, and already they are being judge as they eye them. The nervousness starts to rub the Cuban beauty the wrong way, as she soon takes out a megaphone and says.

VERONICA TAYLOR: We don't got all day our mani pedi appointment is there hours away!

Soon one steps out she has dark black hair a slender build wearing black jeans cowboy boots, and a blue halter top. Bianca soon rolls her eyes almost disgusted by her appearance as she seems to have spotted something Veronica whispers something in her ear as the blonde nods.

BIANCA DAVIS: Whats your name honey?

The woman soon began to speak but is cut off as Veronica yells loudly over the megaphone.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Eliminated buh bye country basic.

The woman looks shocked as she walked off as another woman goes to step forward everything looks in place but the spoiled blonde makes the most disgusted looking face she has ever made. As she rolled her eyes before saying.

BIANCA DAVIS: Ugh gross you call that proper foundation ELIMINATED!

VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh and hunty its not covering up that pimple. Good call Bianca, ugh saved us from wasting time on two uggos. Lets see how long it takes us to eliminate these last eight till we get to the ten with a hope of being apart of our pretty revolution. But you know I feel like being nice so nice.

Bianca smiles as she looks at Veronica before saying.

VERONICA TAYLOR: I am gonna be so nice and allow them to live at least until next week. Because, quite frankly the people watching won't care what their name is anyway at least until we make them pretty!

BIANCA DAVIS: So true I mean for now all of your names are gonna be Jane because they are such plain janes right now!

Veronica smiles letting out a laugh as the women look at them nervous still, their egos are growing bigger and bigger.

VERONICA TAYLOR: Jane works but I got another name Felica right now they are Felicia so until tomorrow bye Felicia!

They wave and blow a kiss to the camera giggling as the the women head back through the doors after the Pretty Committee have made their exit. As the scene fades to black, with a message that only one of these nameless girls will have a shot at being in the Pretty Committee, and that the rest will live forever as Felica.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is scheduled for one fall! And will be the raffle winner versus Luke Wisia for the No Limits Championship!

"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, then raises the No Limits Championship high above 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. He paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and reaches through the ropes to take the microphone 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., LUUUKKKEE WISSSIAAAAAA!!!

Wisia pops his RIP vest and looks at the raffle chamber in the middle of the ring before giving a slight laugh. He walks over to the small chamber of balls that hold the names that applies and runs his hand across the outside of it.

LUKE WISIA: IT’S THE MOMENT Y’ALL BEEN WAITIN’ FOR! Right now we’re bout to find out who is goin’ face off against me for THIS!

He thrusts the No Limits Championship into the air above his head and starts to walk around the ring. The crowd goes into a mixed reaction of cheers and boos for Luke and the No Limits Championship being put on the line.

LUKE WISIA: One of you lucky worthless bastards here TONIGHT will get in the ring with me. Or if you’re watchin’ at home, you take a disqualification loss to probably the greatest No Limits Champion ever. BUT HEY, AT LEAST YOU GET RECOGNIZED, AMIRIGHT? This if for y’all! Don’t say I never did anythin’ for you sorry sacks of shit.

Wisia walks over to the chamber of balls and starts to spin the reel on the side to mix them together. He digs his hands through them and stirs the pot, there being so many. Finally, Luke pulls out out of the balls, cracks it open, and pulls out of the piece of paper that was inside it.

LUKE WISIA: AND YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP IS……

He starts to read the name on the piece of paper as his eyes squint, then he crumbles it up and throws the piece of paper off to the side.

LUKE WISIA: Not that guy. Sorry, folks. We had a bit of technical difficulty. No worries, we are gonna draw a new name cause the one I pulled out was tainted.

Luke coughs under his breathe and puts his hand back into the chamber, mixing up the lists of names once again.

LUKE WISIA: TAKE TWO. YOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER IS……

He pulls out another ball, cracks it open, and starts to read the name on the piece of paper once again. His eyes widen as he crumbles it up and throws it in the direction of where he threw the last piece of paper.

LUKE WISIA: NOT HIM! SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. I think someone spent a little too much money on this thing tryna be a tryhard. Trust me, it’s nobody you wanna see anyway. Let’s just try this one more time.

Once again, Luke plunged his hand into the chamber and quickly pulls out another ball, cracks it open, looks at the sheet of paper and drops it.

LUKE WISIA: THE FUCK IS THIS!?! WHO CHEATED! THIS IS FOR THE FANS, NOT YOU!

Wisia kicks the chamber over ass all the balls and names inside start to pour of over the ring, and even falling off the apron to the outside mat. Luke drops to his knees and starts to open a ton of the little balls containing the names, but keeps reading the same name over and over again.

LUKE WISIA: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wisia starts kicking the chamber balls around before raising the microphone back to his lips and turning towards the rampway.

LUKE WISIA: NO! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! Every name I draw is Jinzai! COME OUT HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF, JINZAI! You are NOT the number one contender, you fuckin’ cheater! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! I will not reward someone who is clearly up to shenanigans! Come out here and tell these people that you’re a DIRTY FILTHY CHEATER! Tell the world that you’re pullin’ your name from the list so that we can have a FAIR contest. You took away these PEOPLE’S moment! I dunno how you did it, but this shit ain’t flyin’. You will NEVER be a contender to MY championship, you dyke haircut piece of shit!

Luke waits for a few moments, pacing the ring and muttering to himself angrily as the fans begin a chant for Jinzai. He’s not left waiting long, as the arena lighting turns green and Motorhead’s “The Game” starts playing, causing the fans to erupt as the former Tag Team and Hybrid Champion walks out onto the stage in confusion. He looks around at the crowd for a brief moment, then back to the ring before he cracks a smile.

JINZAI: Now… You see Luke, I’d be more than happy to come out here and explain. You know, crack a few at your expense and dick around before telling you yeah, I rigged your bullshit contest and had a blast doing it because I know you’d react like a little bitch after...

The crowd pops and Luke begins shouting up at Jinzai, only for Jinzai to wave it off as he walks down the ramp.

JINZAI: Whoa whoa whoa! I’d LOVE to do all that… but I can’t. Because I didn’t. I LITERALLY just got to the arena a little while ago and put on my gear. I’m just as surprised as you are about my name being in there! No, really! I was looking forward to you being barely able to scrape by a member of The HKW Audience after Brian Mason nearly took the title off of you a few weeks ago. I wanted to hear what bullshit comes from your mouth after you put up such a hard fought, exciting match about how no one is fit to challenge you and how you’re not defending until after Destiny with excuses as crooked as your -

Jinzai had reached the ring, and was cut off by Wisia from continuing. Jinzai smirks as the crowd cheers around them, before walking up the steel steps.

JINZAI: But my want to see how you’d try to spin bullshit aside, it looks like the universe is trying REALLLYYYYY HARD to tell you something, Luke. I mean, first Shark gets mysteriously busted for having an entire pharmacy worth of drugs in his system… now your get out of actually wrestling free card keeps turning up my name. Maybe somebody out there wants to see you actually have a set and wrestle somebody that’s -gasp- a trained wrestler. Actually prove that you’re the best No Limits Champion of all time instead of running away, hiding behind your boys, or doing everything you can to duck and dodge anybody who remotely LOOKS like they’ll put you on your ass.

Sliding into the ring, Jinzai and Luke are now face to face.

JINZAI: So… are you gonna wrestle? Or are you gonna prove me right and run again?

Luke laughs in Jinzai’s face.

LUKE WISIA: NAH!

Wisia steps away from the contender and leans on the ropes behind him.

LUKE WISIA: I’m takin’ my ball and goin’ home. You have fun doin’ whatever you do, Jinzai, but it ain’t gonna be gettin’ a SHOT AT THIS!

Wisia holds the No Limits Championship inches from Jinzai’s face.

LUKE WISIA: TELL ME WHENEVER YOU REALLY DESERVE A SHOT! TELL ME WHENEVER YOU GET OVER THIS OBSESSION WITH----...

A referee comes running down the rampway and slides into the ring. He signals towards the table and the bell ring to start to match as he looks over to Luke and holds his hand out of the No Limits Championship. Wisia’s eyes are wide open as he starts to argue with the referee, but the match is on regardless of what he has to say. Jinzai smiles and backs up into his corner, taking off his shirt to prepare for the match. Luke hands over the title and takes off his RIP cut.

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SINGLES MATCH
Luke Wisia © vs. Jinzai


DING! DING!! DING!!!!


Jinzai storms across the ring with a tiger knee that catches Luke square in the chest! Wisia falls back into the corner as Jin starts to unleash a series of left and right hooks to his midsection. Knife edge chop! Another! Another! Another! The crowd is counting along to the number of chops as Luke drops to his back on the last one and rolls out of the ring, running a hand through his hair and walking around to another side of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: And here we go! Luke Wisia trying to weasel his way out of this title defense whenever Jinzai was announced the winner is comedy! Wanting to build a No Limits Legacy of facing people who aren’t professional wrestlers.

JACK WARREN: Something is fish about this whole situation. What were the chances of Jinzai actually winning? This should be a D.Q. win for Luke already. Nothing adds up to Jinzai being the real contender.

Luke starts walking past the ring and it looks like he’s going to start walking up the rampway until Jinzai rolls out as well, chases him down and throws Luke back first into the barrier. Jinzai picks up Luke by the hair and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Wisia pulls himself back to his feet and looks up to find his opponent, but it’s too late as Jinzai springboards forward with a flying tornado DDT! Luke’s head spikes off the mat as catches one of his legs before it falls back down to the mat and hooks it for the cover!


ONE!






TWO-BREAK!


Luke kicks his legs to break the hold and break the pinfall attempt. Jinzai stands up from his knees, grabs Wisia by the hair, and forces him back to a standing position.

JACK WARREN: Jinzai comes out of the gates hot after Wisia. Guess he’s trying to seal the start of this match before the referee changes his mind about how shady this whole situation is.

BRIAN MASON: The referee is the one who started the match without asking permission from either opponent, Warren. He knew what Luke was doing and knew Jinzai has his rightful shot at the championship.

JACK WARREN: Shut the fuck up, Mason. You’ve watched wrestling your whole life, you haven’t lived it. Except for when Luke put the paws to you.

Jinzai lets go of the grapple and Wisia tries to throw out a wild pele kick! But Jinzai ducks out of dodge just in time to not be on the receiving end of it. Thrust kick right to Luke’s stomach that brings him down to his knees! Then pele kick of his own to Wisia that causes Luke to hit the mat after the impact. Wisia tries to roll out of the ring again, but Jinzai grabs him by the ankle and forces him back towards the center of the ring.

Jinzai picks up Luke and whips him into the ropes, and on the return… flying forearm smash! Standing corkscrew moonsault! Jinzai slaps the mat one good hard time before pulling up one of Luke’s legs to his chest and watching the referee slide into position.


ONE!




TWO!




KICKOUT!


Wisia throws a shoulder off the mat right after the two count as Jinzai stands back up again, not looking too bothered about it.

BRIAN MASON: ANOTHER! Jinzai is absolutely dominating this match! It’s no wonder that Luke didn’t want to face him in the first place! Jinzai could very well be walking out as the champion, because he deserves it more than some REAPER.

JACK WARREN: Bias much? You aren’t THE MAN, Mason. You’re just sitting next to THE MAN. How does it feel to watch someone who can match Luke’s wrestling ability?

BRIAN MASON: What wrestling ability?

Jinzai is keeping the pressure on the No Limits Champion, not giving him any air to breathe. He whips Wisia into the ropes once more, but this time on the return, Luke puts Jinzai down with a sling blade! Jinzai scrambles right back to feet, but Luke comes zooming in with a flying clothesline that brings the contender off his feet! Half nelson bulldog from the No Limits Champion and it seems like momentum is finally coming to his side!

But Luke starts to get a little too cocky for his own good. He throws his arms up to the crowd that start to rain down jeers upon him and Jinzai sneaks up from behind Luke, rolling him up into small package pin, but brings Luke’s shoulders off the mat. He slowly lifts Luke off the mat with his arms in the cradle position, quickly flips Luke around and nails an STO!!! Wisia looks like he’s out cold as Jinzai drops to his knees and pulls up both of Luke’s legs for yet another pinfall attempt.


ONE!





TWO!






THR-NOOOOOO!


Luke rolls onto his side as Jinzai looks up to the referee to check the pinfall count. Jinzai’s head drops and Luke is still motionless. Jinzai grabs Luke by the back of the neck and slowly forces him back up to a vertical position.

BRIAN MASON: Another nearfall from Jinzai! With a performance like this, it’s shocking if he doesn’t walk out as the new No Limits Champion!

JACK WARREN: What? Three nearfalls and you’re thinking he deserves it? Jinzai’s whole life has been nearfalls.

Jinzai pulls Wisia into a grappling position, but it’s reversed at the last second, causing Luke to throw Jinzai down with a blockbuster neckbreaker! Jinzai is right back up, but arm drag from Luke. Another stand up, another arm drag. Another stand up, another arm drag, then missile dropkick from the No Limits Champion that sends Jinzai into the corner turnbuckle.

Wisia runs forward and nails a crossbody to Jinzai in the corner! Falling inverted DDT from Wisia to Jinzai! Luke stands up and looks out towards the crowd as they rain down more boos, then drops to his knees to pull up the contender’s leg for the pinfall attempt.


ONE!





TWO!



BREAK!


Jinzai throws both shoulders off the mat and into a sitting position before dropping back down to the mat as the fans go into a burst of cheers. Luke starts to slap the mat several times before hopping to his feet and getting in the referee’s face.

JACK WARREN: And the No Limits Champion is on the attack now. Surely you didn’t think that Jinzai would dominate the entire match? Oh wait, your dumbass probably did.

BRIAN MASON: Of course I did. Jinzai has been on a tear since that bell rang. He’s a FIGHTER, not a COWARD!

Jinzai scrambles back to his feet once more, but Luke turns around just in time to see him stirring and throws himself forward with a lungblower! Jinzai goes down and Luke rolls right back up, forcing Jinzai up by his hair. Wisia hits the ropes and comes crashing down on Jinzai with a springboard tornado back elbow that brings him off his feet!

Then then climbs the corner turnbuckle and looks down at Jinzai before throwing himself off and landing an elbow drop that causes the canvas to shake. Shotgun dropkick to Jinzai whenever he comes to that puts Jinzai into the ropes and on the return… Downward spiral STO from Wisia! He crawls over Jinzai’s body and pulls up one of his legs, holding one of his arms into the air.


ONE!





TWO!




THR-KICKOUT!


Jinzai kicks out right before the three count as Luke grabs his hair and starts to pull on it. He looks over at Jinzai as the contender pushes himself up to his knees with help from his arms.

JACK WARREN: And nothing is more satisfying than seeing Jinzai’s face plant off the mat like a sack of nails. Almost as good as seeing you get your shit kicked in, Mason.

BRIAN MASON: Funny. What’s even more satisfying is seeing Jinzai kickout after having his face planted. You never seem to give credit where it’s due.

Luke grapples up with Jinzai and it looks like he’s going for an exploder suplex into the corner, but Jinzai doesn’t budge. Wisia tries harder, but can’t seem to get Jinzai more than a couple of inches off the ground with each try. Another try, but Jinzai kicks his feet and comes right back down again.

Jinzai pushes Luke and it causes him to stumble right onto his ass as Wisia’s eye widen when Jinzai comes running in with a STARDUST BREAKER! Spit flies into the air after Luke takes the hit and Jinzai scrambles right to Wisia’s downed body before cover his chest with an elbow for the count!


ONE!




TWO!




THR-NOOOOOPE!


Last second, Wisia forces a shoulder off the mat as the audience lets out a groan.

BRIAN MASON: I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT! This raffle is going to be downfall of Luke Wisia, I’m telling you this right now! Thought he was being clever, but it always ends up biting you in the ass when you least expect it.

JACK WARREN: Felicity has hit Luke with more knees than we can count. He’s being immune to that shit. Especially when it’s Jinzai delivering the knee. Jinzai trying to break Luke’s nose again is an abomination.

Jinzai and Wisia are both down and breathing heavily as the referee drops to his knees to check on both of the opponents. Both men climb to their feet at the same time, then back to a standing position at the same time as they just look over at each other, sweat dripping from their faces and dropping to the canvas.

Luke and Jin grab each other at the same time and Jinzai throws Luke through the middle ropes by his hair, causing him to tumble to the outside mat. Luke stands up and turns around, but Jinzai comes flying over the top rope with an elbow drop that nails Wisia square in the chest as both men go tumbling. They’re both down on the outside and the referee is telling them to bring the fight back into the ring, but neither of them seem to be paying attention as they’re slowly pulling themselves back to their feet.

ONE!



TWO!


Jinzai and Luke both stand up as Jinzai throws a sharp right elbow square in Luke’s face, knocking him into the barrier as the camera crew moves out of their way.

THREE!



FOUR!


Luke fires back with a few elbows of his own from a kneeling position as he stands up and drives Jinzai into the barrier behind him. Both men are down on their knees as Wisia reaches over and tugs Jinzai’s shoelace free from his boot.

FIVE!



SIX!


Back elbow from Wisia that knocks Jinzai backwards. Jinzai tries to stand up, noticing that his boot is loose and shakes it completely off his foot. Another back elbow from Luke, this time he pulls the camera cord on the ground and wraps it around Jinzai’s foot, then tying it into a knot.

SEVEN!



EIGHT!


Luke and Jinzai both look back towards the ring and take off for it. Wisia slides in under the bottom rope and lays motionless on the canvas as the referee signals that he’s back in the match.

BRIAN MASON: What a cheap tactic! Is this really what a No Limits Champion should be?

Jinzai is right behind him, but the camera cord pulls tight around his ankle as Jinzai tries to dive back in and pulls right back down to the outside mat! Jinzai can only reach up for the apron now and force himself back in, but the camera cord makes it impossible.

NINE!





TEN!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner due to countout… and STILL your NO LIMITS CHAMPION…. LUKKKKKKKEEEEEE WISSSSSSIIIAAAAAA!!!

Luke doesn’t move from the canvas, but thrusts a fist into the air while laying on his back as the crowd erupts into a massive set of boos for the defending No Limits Champion. Jinzai is sitting with his back against the apron now, and starts to pull at the knot of the camera cord that cost him from getting back into the ring and continue with the match.

JACK WARREN: But Luke Wisia does whatever it takes to win and keep that championship on his shoulder! If you can’t respect that, I can’t respect you.

BRIAN MASON: Sure, let’s praise a guy who doesn’t want to wrestle against real talent and holds people back for getting actual matches out of people. Sure.

Wisia is handed his belt from the referee when he drops to one knee, and Luke clutches it tight. Jinzai finally gets the cord around his ankle unwrapped and puts his head between his knees in disappointment. Jinzai stands up and leans on the apron, watching Luke roll around on the canvas holding his No Limits Championship, then turns around and just begins his way up the ramp, shaking his head as he walks.

Luke gets up to his knees and holds the title above his head as the crowd drowns him out in boos, then leans over and kisses the No Limits Championship. Wisia finally stands up on all fours and starts cussing at the crowd, but nothing can be heard over the displeasure from the audience.

WINNER (And Still No Limits Champion): LUKE WISIA via COUNTOUT (11:54)
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The camera slowly fades in. When it does, the picture is in black and white. Artemis Kaiser and Scarlet Flint are seated on the apron of a massive wrestling ring. The camera pans over to Scarlet, who is holding an iPad close to her face.

SCARLET FLINT: An insulting way of thinking or behaving that comes from believing that you are better, smarter, or more important than other people. Merriam-Webster.

She lowers the iPad. The camera focuses in on her eyes. They cold, almost detached.

SCARLET FLINT: Throughout my career, people have often called me arrogant. That’s what they said when I walked in UWF, that’s what they said when I walked into VoW, and that’s what they said when I walked into HKW. And, you can bet your ass that Artemis has had similar experiences.

Her attention turns to the iPad as she taps on it’s screen.

SCARLET FLINT: In truth though, me and Artemis aint really arrogant. You see, we don’t think or believe that we are better than people when we step into the ring—we fucking know . That’s not being arrogant, that’s being a realist…

Scarlet taps on the screen one last time. She then holds up the iPad and turns it towards the camera. On the iPad is a graphic featuring Surgical Tendencies and the Flava Bros.

SCARLET FLINT: These four individuals are the true symbol of arrogance. Artemis and I aint goddesses. We aint perfect; we’ve faced the defeat here and there. But, if you look at our time as a team, we’ve been ferocious. Only a couple of key people have been able to stall our momentum...and it’s only been temporary at that.

She sets the iPad down on the apron.

SCARLET FLINT: DeMarcus and William assume they’re the superior team; you can hear it every time they open they mouths. However, the proof is in the fucking pudding. Sine Mora has already proven to the WORLD that we’re one of the greatest tag teams to be formed. To think you’re just going to waltz in here and take what’s are, that idiotic.

The camera lingers on her face.

SCARLET FLINT: You aint an idiot, DeMarcus. You aint an idiot, William. Deep down, you know the truth, just as everyone else does. Which is, this match is going to be the hardest fight of your careers— period . Same goes with the Flava Bros.

Note: Shall use this if Chris is not able to be found tonight.

The camera pans over to Artemis, who has a rather intense look on her face.

ARTEMIS KAISER: The Flava Bros—the true original contenders to our HKW World Tag Team Championships. Your arrogance has been documented and accounted for as well.

She folds her arms.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Champions can be blind creatures. They sit high upon their golden thrones, out in the open and exposed. And yet, they don’t even have the wherewithal to open their eyes and gleem the dangers around them. Sine Mora are not blind champions—we are ever observant.

Artemis takes a moment to breathe.

ARTEMIS KAISER: Over the past couple of months, we’ve observed your interactions with Surgical Tendencies. You were backbiting, callous, and lippy. In short, you were haughty. And, it is safe to bet that you’ll be bringing that haughtiness into this title match.

She unfolds her arms and places her hands on the apron.

ARTEMIS KAISER: I’m making an assumption; however, known the makeup of this company, it’s a safe one. Flava Bros, you have high hopes for this match, yes? You believe that Defiance will your moment of glory. You’ve never had the dishonor or horror of facing Sine Mora in the ring—and yet, you think you can whoop are asses, do you not?

Out of nowhere, Artemis begins to chuckle. The camera then pans over so that both Artemis and Scarlet are the shot. After a moment or two, Artemis is able to compose herself.

ARTEMIS KAISER: With the exception of a couple of hiccups, Sine Mora has done what it wants. We wanted to kick ass, and we did so. We wanted to cripple and mutilate, and we did so. We wanted the HKW World Tag Team Championships, and we obtained them. Sine Mora has knocked down every obstacle in its path thus far...

SCARLET FLINT: Do yall really think we’d falter now , after all the shit we been through?

Artemis slowly nods her head.

ARTEMIS KAISER: The answer to that question is no . Every team that has faced us has walked away with the same conclusion—Sine Mora really is at it says it is.

SCARLET FLINT: Damn right.

The camera fades out.

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JINX HEXTALL: So… I guess I missed the battle royale, huh...

Our view is that of the Canuckian garbage wrestler, Jinx Hextall. Who sits atop a monitor case beside her trademark garbage can packed with goodies. She’s clad in jeans and a MECHA APE print hoodie that reads “For The Future”.

JINX HEXTALL: GAH THAT SUCKS! THAT REALLY SUCKS! People were being tossed over the ropes, names were being made and I wasn’t even there to brain anyone with a cookie sheet or NOTHING!

The normally cheerful maniac goes into a full-blown tantrum at that point as she hops off the monitor case and starts kicking her poor, innocents, weapon-packed trash can in impotent rage.

JINX HEXTALL: … I didn’t even get…

She punts the can again.

JINX HEXTALL: … ANY satisfaction against…

Kick

JINX HEXTALL: … Reese because…

Yup, another kick.

JINX HEXTALL: … NOBODY WANTED TO SEE HER GET PUT THROUGH A DEATHMATCH!

Final kick and the garbage can falls over completely, spilling it’s contents down the hall. Kendo sticks, baseballs bats, a rubber chicken covered with thumbtacks and other such assorted oddities litter the floor as the Canadian woman huffs and flops to the ground, starfished out as she looks forlornly up at the ceiling.

JINX HEXTALL: … all I wanna do is climb into the ring with someone who’s totally cool with getting blasted with broken glass and barbwire. If that entirely not convoluted request too much to ask for? I mean, this IS pro-wrasslin’?

Off to her side and away from the camera’s view, a deep voice begins to laugh, a sound that sounds more animal than anything a human would make. The camera turns to see a large fist holding the thumbtack-dotted rubber chicken. The fist clenches the rubber bird tightly, the tacks digging into the flesh of the person’s palm and crimson streaming down the yellow rubber. Another hand pulls one of the tacks loose from the chicken and holds it up to his face. Panning up, the camera sees the recently unmasked face of Harbinger.

HARBINGER: So much want of making someone bleed. And doing it yourself if you have too. He told me I needed to find someone worthy, someone to be the first Lamb on His altar.

Harbinger presses the tack into his thumb and does not even flinch a bit as more blood streams from the open wound. Instead he focuses his attention on the head of the chicken, running his thumb over it to make a cross of blood over the face. The symbol done, he reaches into a pocket to retrieve a large grey and brown feather. It looks to be covered in more red as well though the liquid had long since dried. Opening the chicken’s mouth, he shoves the feathery shaft down the bird’s throat into the rest of its body.

HARBINGER: You will bleed again. But it will be for Him like I have. You bleed for nothing now. Do it for Him and you will be strong, not weak.

Satisfied with his artwork with the now bloody rubber chicken, Harbinger sits it on the nearby case, making sure to be unnaturally gentle with is as if it were a doll and being staged to watch everything before he walks away from it and Jinx.

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WHISPER VIPERI: The following triangle tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

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

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

BRIAN MASON: Many would like to say they stole the championship shots they hear tonight, but in whatever case, they stand as the “rightful” number one contenders. The record books show it.

JACK WARREN: I’d be pissed off as hell if I were them. They got this match, but they could have skipped it all if they would’ve talked their way here. Now the odds are even more against them. That fucking blows. ...Just kidding, THAT IS FREAKING HILARIOUS!

The lights dim as the beat starts. As the tempo of the song speeds up, Surgical Tendencies emerge from the backstage area onto the stage. They stand, looking towards the crowd who send boo after boo at the duo. William looks at DeMarcus, who looks back. They nod and make their way to the ring, ignoring the fans as they go by.

WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing the second challengers, weighing in at a combine 492 pounds of pure enlightenment and tradition, DeMarcus Gresham, William Alexander Andrews, they are Surgical Tendencies!

JACK WARREN: Those crazy bitches have these two fine gents to deal with tonight on top of the Flava Bros. These guys knew what they wanted. They knew when they were probably wronged. So they went out and convinced the champions and the world that they deserve this shot. Now they just gotta execute on it.

BRIAN MASON: You’re right, Jack. If Surgical Tendencies lose here tonight, then all of their talking about how they were wronged is all for naught. It doesn’t matter how much you talk, if you fail to live up to the words, then what can you say after?

Harrowing sounds and echoing yells flourish throughout the arena. The camera feed begins to desaturate, the colors collapsing into an unyielding grayscale. The lights of the arena only flicker once and awhile, lingering on a dim setting as smoke floods the stage. Two silhouettes appear in the mass of white. As “Female Robbery” by the Neighbourhood fades out, the smoke suddenly gets annihilated. “Immigrant Song” by Karen-O and Trent Reznor’s heavy guitar riffs and pulsating beat replace the somber tones of the previous song. In the full, flashing lights, Scarlet Flint and Artemis Kaiser stood, their faces mostly covered by the hood of their jackets.

WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are the LONGEST REIGNING AND DEFENDING HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, SINE MORA!

A refraction of light reveals that they both wear gas masks with a skull decal fashioned over them. Artemis unhooks her belt and holds it high in the air. Scarlet looks at her, before making her way down to the ring. Artemis parades behind her, showing off the treasured gold. Scarlet keeps on until she reaches the ring apron. There, she ascends it and takes off her mask in a single move. Her hostile expression is fully trained upon by the camera. She glares down at the camera, before smirking evilly. She then gets into the ring. Artemis slides in past her, getting to her feet. The Kaiser ascends the nearest turnbuckle, removing her mask and unleashing a loud, primal roar. Scarlet takes hers off with a flourish, standing in the center of the ring with a sneer. Artemis goes to stand next to her, a grin of excitement on her face.

BRIAN MASON: Here are the longest reigning HKW World Tag Team Champions. They have proven themselves to be a force to be reckoned here. We haven’t seen such a tag team since 5150’s dominant reign over in Subversion.

JACK WARREN: Every place is different. These two cleaned house both in and out of the ring. Remember Adam Adonis and Kyo? Yeah, these two made sure that they couldn’t come back to fight them again. They’re crazy, but they might as well give up the belts here tonight.

BRIAN MASON: To give a little more background, all of these teams come in as an underdog in some regard. The Flava Bros are the clear, true definition of the word. Many would overlook them, but they have strung together some great momentum going into this match. Surgical Tendencies are the underdogs in the sense of experience. They’re the newest team here. Flava Bros are, well, brothers. Sine Mora are as close as sisters. And finally, the champions are in quite the pickle coming in as champions and giving up over 100 pounds on each of their opponents. No matter who's in the ring, they’re systematically smaller than them.

JACK WARREN: Nerd.

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TRIANGLE TAG TEAM MATCH
Sine Mora © vs. Flava Bros vs. Surgical Tendencies

DING! DING! DING!


After slight deliberation, it’s decided that Flipp Porter and William Alexander Andrews IV will start the match. A somewhat sinister smirk appears on Andrews’ face as he gets an immediate chance to rectify the ending of their match back at Divine Supremacy. Flipp doesn’t look to stand down to the man as they both meet in the center of the ring. They lock up with the clearly bigger of the two men, Andrews, taking control. He takes down Flipp with a classic takedown, loops around, and drops a knee upon the kidney area of the older Porter brother. He stands him up and hooks both of his arms around Flipp’s waist. With a cry, he rushes Flipp into his corner. Gresham reaches over and tags himself in.

Andrews keeps Flipp against the corner while Gresham gets some distance and rushes in. Showcasing his ample agility, he leaps up into the air and comes crashing down on Flipp with a body splash (Andrews gets out of the way right at the last second). Flipp falls into Gresham’s arms, who lifts him by his waist and slams him down with a modified backbreaker. He then applies a bow and arrow on the lower back area, wrenching the hold. He sticks out a hand for Andrews to tag himself in. Andrews comes in and stalks around. He stomps into Flipp, while Gresham keeps the hold locked in. Lara Warner comes to break up the violence. DeMarcus rises off Flipp with a gentle expression; he winks at Lara and tells her that he’s leaving. He exits the ring.

JACK WARREN: Wooing the referee? That’s a good strat to keep her on your side.

BRIAN MASON: Color me surprised; I thought they were still angry at the referees.

Andrews hits a snap suplex on Flipp, who holds his lowered back with a groan. Andrews walks over, kicking at his target. Flipp tries to get some distance, but Andrews stalks him down. Andrews saunters over to try to lift Flipp again, but he gets a quick thrust kick for his troubles. When he gets to a knee, Flipp throws out his hand. He gets tagged by Artemis Kaiser, who enters the ring. Andrews gets to his feet to see the World Tag Team Champion enter with a grin on her face.

BRIAN MASON: Two generational wrestlers standing in the ring. That natural family rivalry is already seeping out. You can feel it.

Andrews gets up, putting his hand out. Artemis takes it and immediately takes him down with an arm wringer. Andrews rolls to his feet, holding his arm slightly. Artemis implores him to come back. He tries to walk towards her, but she slices the air with a kick. Andrews nods and goes for a shoot. Artemis backs away and lets him back to his feet. When they meet again, Andrews is able to get his hands on Artemis and lifts her up for a snap suplex. Her knees drops onto the top of his head, which makes him drop her. She guides herself through his legs and trips him from the front. She then flips into a Camel Clutch. She transitions the hold easily into a Dragon Sleeper. She wrenches the hold before sliding backward out of it. When Andrews gets to his feet, coughing, Artemis is stretched on the ground, posing.

Andrews’ eyes widen in anger, but he hears a cry from DeMarcus. When he looks, DeMarcus warns him that Artemis wants him to get angry. He stands there for a moment and then nods. He turns back to Artemis who is on her feet. She dances around him a bit, before she locks up with him. They “tango” around each other, going hold for hold. Rear waist lock into a back takedown from Andrews. Artemis rests her knees onto the mat upon impact, making sure she is not fully upon the ground.

She hits a quick snapmare and gets Andrews into a grounded headlock. Andrews shuffles out, then gets to a vertical base. He lifts Artemis into the air, forcing her hold off him. He then shoves her into the ropes. When she comes back, Andrews lowers down for a back body throw. She rolls off his back and keeps off the ropes. Andrews rises up and rushes off the ropes himself. They both come back and collide with one another! Andrews begins to make it to his feet before Artemis, his weight advantage causing more damage to the God of Anger. He walks over to her and picks her off the ground. He hits a snap suplex and rolls through. He hits another one before going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


As he gets up, Andrews believes for a moment that he thinks he is safe. Before he can make it back to his feet, Artemis reaches up and drags him down in a triangle choke. The crowd gets onto their feet for a moment. Andrews looks stuck for a moment, before he begins to power Artemis up into a powerbomb position. Artemis breaks the hold and begins to beat down on Andrews’s head. She gets enough to make Andrews drop her. When she looks to punch him, Andrews catches her hand and then smacks her head dead across the face to the shock of the crowd.

JACK WARREN: DAMN, THAT ECHOED.

BRIAN MASON: That may have not been the wisest of moves.

Andrews puts up his generation sign in Artemis’s face, whose stands there with her head lowered. Without much of a reaction, Artemis’s hand reaches out and grabs onto his hand. More specifically, she grabs onto his fingers. She starts to apply a horrific finger lock, which causes Andrews to try to beat into her head with the other hand. She lets go and ducks underneath the hit. When Andrews turns around--

SMACK!

JACK WARREN: STOCKTON SLAP, BABY! These two are straight savages, man.

Artemis stands in front of him with her arms up in the air. Andrews massages his face for a moment, looking at the God of Anger. Andrews’ head whips back in full fury. Artemis starts to back up strategically as he charges in. Yet, she finds herself near the ropes. When she starts to move, she gets shoved by D’Wayne Porter. She turns around and gets Andrews’ arms stuck around her waist. Without effort, Williams sends her to the mat with a German suplex. He hits the second. He gets the third. However, when he hits the fourth one, Artemis pops a backflip. She lands sloppily on her feet and leaps forward to tag in D’Wayne Porter. He looks shocked when he realizes that his arm was outstretched enough for her to hit. Artemis slides under the rope and hits the mat outside with a sharp thud.

D’Wayne gets in, but gets immediately assaulted by Andrews. He continues to beat on the younger Porter. That is until Flipp cracks him with a high knee. Andrews fall onto the mat, but is met with a knee drop to the face by D’Wayne. He goes for the cover immediately after.

ONE!

TWO!

DEMARCUS BREAKS IT UP!


Before Lara can come interrupt, Gresham grabs onto D’Wayne and throws him into the steel post. Then, he quickly makes his way out of the ring. Andrews rolls to his feet and walks over to Gresham. Once the Gifted makes his way back to his side, he happily tags himself in. When he gets in, D’Wayne is on his feet, holding his shoulder. It is an obvious target for Gresham who rushes in and kicks him in the shoulder. To make matters worse, he rests his foot upon it, applying pressure. Lara begins to make a count on the illegal move.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--

Gresham lets his foot off with a drag of his boot. Flipp is mouthing off, which causes his opponent to smirk. He picks up D’Wayne before driving his knee into his gut. He then whips D’Wayne into his corner. He rushes in to try for a double knee strike, but D’Wayne moves out of the way. DeMarcus stops him and turns around. He gets floored with a clothesline, but the train doesn’t stop there. D’Wayne strikes down the unexpecting Andrews with a clothesline. He then mounts DeMarcus and starts to drop punches galore out of anger.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

He gets off of DeMarcus, getting into Lara’s face, telling her to shut her white ass up. Lara looks appalled, but takes a step back. Not because of D’Wayne, but because of DeMarcus charging him. He tries to truck D’Wayne with a spear, but D’Wayne, out of raw instinct, sends him into a turnbuckle himself. However, it is close to Scarlet Flint who tags her in. D’Wayne doesn’t wait time, rushing in to hit on the champion. Flint meets him half there, stuffing one of his punches and pushing him back. She starts to overpower him with palm strikes, but D’Wayne crouches and charges her into his corner. He starts to strike her with elbows from hell before letting his brother in. With a tag, D’Wayne lifts Flint up. He lifts her up into a powerbomb position. Flipp leaps off and hits her with a springboard forearm, which forces D’Wayne to slam her into the mat with a sitout powerbomb. He goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


BRIAN MASON: And Flint with the kickout! It looks like things are in favor of the Flava Bros. With Artemis still on the outside, DeMarcus clutching that shoulder, and Andrews out, they might seem to have it.

JACK WARREN: They still got to put away that little devil. She has to do something THE MAN could do easily: beat two people by herself, but nevertheless.

Flint starts to rise to her feet, where Flipp is waiting. She throws out an instinctive punch, which gets countered into a Ranhei from Flipp. He goes for the top rope. When he looks to take off, Artemis leaps up and strikes the rope. Flipp falls split legged onto the top rope. His eyes widen in shock. Flint makes it to her feet and sees her opening. She looks to rush the top rope, but she gets speared by D’Wayne. He exits the ring with a sigh. He eggs his brother to get up, which seems to reach Flipp.

However, as D’Wayne rallies on, he does not see Andrews. He gets grabbed by the man who starts to hook in for the Dallas Dagger. However, right as he does, Flipp flies to the outside and takes Andrews out with a flying clothesline! D’Wayne gets to his feet, looking shocked at his brother. However, it doesn’t save him from a stiff kick from Artemis. It catches him in the back of the head.

He falls forward into the waiting grasp of DeMarcus Gresham. He lifts him up in a powerbomb position. He then takes off and sends him into the barricade, a slight modification on his Royal turnbuckle powerbomb. D’Wayne bounces off with a sharp yell. Artemis, meanwhile, sends Flipp back into the ring. He starts to get up. Artemis slides in after him. Flint rushes off the ropes and so does Artemis. With the crowd behind them, they hit a Falcon Flasher to Flipp! He crumbles to the mat and Flint goes for the cover.

ONE!


















TWO!

















THRRRRRR---------NO!


Much to both of their surprise, Flipp gets the shoulder up. As Flint gets to her feet, she gets a tag on her back from DeMarcus. She rears her head back at him as he enters the ring. Artemis gets up, looking at Flipp. She hears Scarlet warning her to move. She sees Gresham rushing at her and she falls out of the ring. He stops midway before she did. When they lock eyes, he points behind her. Artemis turns around and gets a spinebuster to the outside mat from William Alexander Andrews. He glares daggers at her as he goes back to his corner.

BRIAN MASON: And now it’s Surgical Tendencies with the advantage here.

DeMarcus manhandles the disoriented Flipp into his corner. Andrews tags himself in. They both hook Flipp and plant him with a double inverted DDT. Andrews goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


Andrews sneers at Lara, who motions for the two count. Andrews lifts Flipp up and brings him over to their corner again. DeMarcus tags himself and Andrews sets up. With a catapult ready, DeMarcus winds his arm up. Andrews launches Flipp and Gresham rushes in for a lariat, but then Flipp catches him with a Gringo Cutter! The crowd goes wild and Andrews is none the wiser. He taunts the fans while Lara goes to count Flipp’s cover on DeMarcus.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!


DeMarcus barely gets the shoulder up, which prompts Andrews to turn around and see Flipp looking up at him. Before he can fully process what’s going on, Flipp catches with Juice! WA4 falls to the crowd and Flipp kicks him out of the ring.

BRIAN MASON: And that’s what overconfidence can do for you, Jack. If they would have lost off that, Gresham would have been HEATED.

JACK WARREN: But they didn’t, now did they? Shut the fuck up, Mason.

Flipp awaits for DeMarcus to get up. He looks back at Scarlet, who eyes him down. He points to her before trying to hit the rising Gresham with a Juice. When he goes in, he catches a stiff punch to the groin. Flipp falls with a groan, but with a beautiful flourish, Gresham plants him with The Enlightenment. He hooks the leg, falling stomach first onto Flipp.

ONE!


















TWO!

















THRRRRRR---------


BRIAN MASON: LAST EXILE, LAST EXILE!

Scarlet hits the Last Exile on the back of Gresham’s head. Gresham falls onto the mat, unconscious. Flipp rolls over to his corner while Scarlet exits the ring. D’Wayne is waiting and he gets the tag from his brother. He gets in the ring and grabs onto DeMarcus. He hooks him up for the Ahninelator. And he lifts Gresham up, the Gifted gets tagged out by Artemis Kaiser. He doesn’t seem to notice as he drives Gresham into his knees. Before he can go for the cover, Artemis hooks him into an Inverted Headlock. With a spin, she drops him down with a thunderous Third Crusade! D’Wayne falls to the mat and Artemis goes for the cover.

JACK WARREN: Pack it up, boys, those crazy broads got it.

BRIAN MASON: I think I have to agree with you for once, Warren. That elbow echoed through the whole arena.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners... and STIILLLLL HKW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... SIIIIIINE MOOOOORAAAAAA!

JACK WARREN: What did I say?

BRIAN MASON: Nothing, but that’s aside the point. With this victory, Sine Mora has capped off every record held by a single team as HKW World Tag Team Champion. Not only that, they have silenced two more teams in their trek as champions.

JACK WARREN: Didn’t they say that they were bored? Idiots.

Scarlet had already gone and retrieved their belts. Gresham gets off the ground, glaring daggers at them. Andrews does the same, looping around the ring to meet his partner. Flipp re-enters the ring, helping his brother to his feet, who loosk disgruntled over his loss. The camera then focuses on Sine Mora holding up their championships with proud smiles.

WINNER: Sine Mora via Pinfall (20:56)
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Jinzai walks through the locker room, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he tries to calm down. He was so, SO CLOSE to the No Limits Championship, he could almost feel it. But once again he finds himself on the losing side of things, and all it took was a length of wire from one of the cameras at ringside. Ripping off his elbow pad, Jinzai tosses it aside angrily as he mutters to himself, pacing back and forth near a production crate.

JINZAI: Motherfucking… punkass cocksucking… thinks he’s clever tying me up and shit? Think's that’s gonna stop ME from fucking him up and taking the title from ‘em?! No no no no no nooooo, we ain’t CLOSE to finished yet!

Jinzai is so caught up in his own anger that he doesn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him.

JAXON QUEEN: You know, if it was anyone else overhearing this, they would be worried.

Jaxon Queen slowly steps into the shot, dressed in an Auburn hoodie, causing Jinzai to quickly spin around and look at his friend. He places a hand on Jinzai’s shoulder and lets out a small chuckle.

JAXON QUEEN: Yeah, he got the upper hand on you tonight, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to win the raffle. Though, I’ll admit, I may have had a hand in you winning that raffle tonight.

JINZAI: Wait… you mean, that was… that was all you who...?

Queen nods, and Jinzai can’t help the little chuckle that escapes his lips that threatens to turn into full blown laughter. Shaking his head as he calms down a little, Jinzai cracks a grin as he turns fully to look at Queen.

JINZAI: Y’know, I shoulda figured that out right when I got down there… thanks man. But now this leaves us with how to get the title away from both Luke and RIP. Because I swear to God if I have to listen to him walk down to the ring and spew that crap about being the greatest No Limits Champion every time he comes down to the ring, I’ll -

JAXON QUEEN: You’ll snap. I know. That’s why I put your name and your name only in the raffle. And if it wasn’t for that shit he pulled, he wouldn’t have that title around his waist. But don’t worry, I’m going to make sure- no. WE’RE going to make sure we take that title from him and the group of idiots he’s with.

Queen then leans up against the wall and shakes his head.

JAXON QUEEN: Luke needs to pay for what he did and I’m not going to be finished with him until I take everything from him. I already took his opportunity at a Destiny main event away. I just need to take that title away from him now.

Jinzai runs a hand through his hair as he nods in agreement.

JINZAI: I want the No Limits Title… I want it in the worst way, but I’ll be great with anyone - ANYONE- having it over he and RIP. So, if we can find a way to make it happen, we can make sure it’s one of us that gets the belt off his shoulder when the time comes…

The two men walk off and begin to speak quietly to one another, planning out their next move as the camera fades out.

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The scene fades in backstage where Shane Atwater is seen walking down the hallway looking down at his phone. Even though he was paying attention to his phone, the former World Champion was making sure to pay attention to his surroundings especially with him having a big target on his back, courtesy of the Reapers In Pride. It wasn’t a surprise that he had his guard up when…

LOLA J: Shane! Hey Shane! Whoa chill, it’s just me!

SHANE ATWATER: ...Sorry, Lola. Little bit on edge.

Lola straightened herself up after being a bit startled by Atwater.

LOLA J: Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about earlier tonight and the HKW World Championship match that will take place next Defiance?

SHANE ATWATER: I thought I made myself pretty clear out there to start the show...but go ahead. Shoot.

Lola nods to herself and clears her throat.

LOLA J: Alright well there’s absolutely no secrete that you are a wanted man and as we just seen you definitely do need to have your head on a swivel nowadays---OH MY GOD!

Out of nowhere Kyan Winters came out of nowhere and sucker punched Atwater causing him to stumble back into the wall. Before Shane could even throw a punch back there Odyn Davel Balou III was with a big boot to the face out of nowhere. The two men began to pumble Atwater as a set of footsteps come walking near.

CHANCE FROST: What was all that you was talking about earlier, Shane? Huh? You’re going to burn us to the ground?

Kyan and ODB3 keep punching away at Atwater.

CHANCE FROST: Sure don’t look that way now does it, friend?

The two now hold Shane up on he knees as Frost kneels down and takes a swig of his beer. Shane, for his part, continues to struggle against the grip of the Reapers, spitting a gob of blood and saliva at Frost’s feet.

SHANE ATWATER: That all...You got, you fucking cowards?

Frost laughs a little.

CHANCE FROST: Tough guy huh? You know...You got heart, Shane. I respect that. But no matter how much heart you got, it’s not going to help you survive what you’re asking for.

Chance stands up tall and drinks the rest of his beer before tossing the can back. He then cracks his knuckles and begins to show off his boxing skills as he used Atwater like a punching bag.

LOLA J: SECURITY!!! HELP!!! HELP!! OH MY GOD SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!!!

Immediately members for the security come rushing in pulling the three Reapers off of Atwater.

RED: YO THAT’S ENOUGH BRUH! THAT’S ENOUGH GET OFF EM!

Kyan slaps RED’s hands off him and stares at him.

KYAN WINTERS: Get your fat ass hands off me, lard ass.

Kyan pulls out a switchblade and smirks.

KYAN WINTERS: Or I’ma show ya just how good of a butcher I am on ya pig ass.

RED: TRY SOMETHING THEN BITCH NINJA?! I AIN’T SCARED! C’MON!

Kyan steps forward but he stopped as soon as…

ROMEO PRICE: Don’t you dare take another step Mr. Winters…

Kyan looks over and sees the Defiance General Manager standing there in his suit staring a whole through all three RIP members.

KYAN WINTERS: And what the hell you gonna do about it?

ROMEO PRICE: Try me and see..

Chance chuckles and pulls Kyan and Odyn back.

CHANCE FROST: Don’t worry. I think we’ve made out point clear.

The Reapers begin to make their exit as RED and Romeo keep their eyes on them. Once they are gone Romeo makes his way over to Atwater to check on him.

ROMEO PRICE: Somebody get Dr. Galloway...NOW DAMNIT!

The scene begins to fade away as RED echos Romeo’s orders to get the doctor.


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WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!

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.

WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, measuring 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 223 pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is Reaper In Pride’s Hell Raiser, he is the ‘Red Wolf’, Viktor Volkov!

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.

BRIAN MASON: I’m still disgusted with this man. After how hard he fought to capture the HKW World Championship, how could he could let it go without a fight?

JACK WARREN: He did fight for it, Mason. Inside the Elimination Chamber.

BRIAN MASON: I’m talking about the Rumble to Destiny show, Jack! He took a dive!

JACK WARREN: Do you pay attention, Mason? As long as the belt is in RIP, Viktor Volkov is World Champion. That’s how this works.

Viktor then takes the center of the ring, intimidatingly pacing back and forth as his music begins to fade.

WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent!

"You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

"Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights in the arena dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until the only sources of light are the knoxotron and the pyro.

"Nothing's gonna save meeeee!
The evil that I see! Has taken over mee!
No one's gonna save meeeeee!
The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!"


The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena! Felicity 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 and turns her attention to the ring.

WHISPER VIPER: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

After Whisper announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps, making her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and launches the t-shirt wrapped around her waist into the crowd while soaking in the cheers from her thousands of fans. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle rope. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena.

BRIAN MASON: The Supreme has made it clear. Her one and only mission now is regain what she believes is her HKW World championship, and a win here tonight over Big Vik could definitely help her achieve that.

JACK WARREN: You make that sound like it’s an easy thing to do. But to be fair, win or lose I think both of these Defiance stars are near the top of the contenders list. Still, this is the first time these two are going one on one. You already know their egos want this W.

BRIAN MASON: And as usual, it’s going to come down to who wants it more.

She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and patiently waits for go-time.

MAIN EVENT: FIRST TIME EVER
Viktor Volkov vs. Felicity Banks


DING! DING! DING!


The bell tolls but neither former World champion moves out of their corner. Volkov gestures for Felicity to come at him, but the Supreme decides to sit up on the top turnbuckle and wave Volkov on instead! This irritates the Russian brute enough to get come to dash forward, only for Felicity to stand on the middle on the rope and dive off with a big knee to Volkov’s chin! She pushes both of Big Vik’s legs over his head and goes for the quick cover!

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Volkov kicks right out at two, but Felicity doesn’t let up on her attack. She stomps down on the back of Volkov’s head and kick him in the ribs, but the RIP Sgt. of Arms keeps pushing himself up. Felicity manages to drop him with big knee to the side of the head,and then runs off the ropes! She comes back toward Vik, but Volkov pops up and tucks his shoulder down to back body drop Felicity outside of the ring!

The triple crown winner lands hard right in front of the commentary team, Volkov immediately exiting the ring to go after her. Volkov pulls Felicity up to a vertical and picks her up to drive her spine first into the steel ring post! He doesn’t stop there, moving toward the nearest set of ring steps to body slam Banks right on top of them!

BRIAN MASON: Ouch! That had to hurt.

JACK WARREN: Big Vik with strategy here. He heard that thump Felicity’s back made and has been pinpointing that ever since.

BRIAN MASON: It certainly doesn’t look good for the Supreme right now.

Volkov roars at the referee and tells him he better not start the ten count as he drags Felicity off of the steps by her wrist. He rips her up to her feet and flings her over his shoulder, motioning for the commentary team to get out of the way so he can powerslam her through the table!

BRIAN MASON: MOVE, JACK!

Mason and Warren start to scatter away, but Felicity slides down Volkov’s back and pulls him down into a backstabber! Volkov immediately grimaces in pain, grabbing at his back as Felicity gets to a knee! She realizes the referee’s letting her and Volkov go at it, favoring her back as she pulls herself up to the apron.

She waits for Volkov to stand up and immediately catches him with an apron penalty kick that echoes throughout the arena and stuns Big Vik! Felicity sees Volkov favoring his chest and turns around for her apron moonsault, but she slips off the edge of the apron and lands right into waist lock from Volkov! Volkov lifts her up, and delivers a nasty release German suplex right into side of the steel steps!!

JACK WARREN: GODDAMN! That broke the steps in two!

BRIAN MASON: A rare blunder on Felicity’s part might’ve just cost her the match!

JACK WARREN: Let’s call it what it was, Mason. It was a botch. A humiliating botch.

BRIAN MASON: I wouldn’t go that far, but are we allowed to use that word on TV?

JACK WARREN: You think I care? I’m the MAN! I do what I want!

Finally fed up with the action taking place outside of the ring, the referee yells for Volkov to bring the action back inside. Volkov replies with a sly smirk and a nod of the head as he grabs Felicity by her hair and slides her into the ring.

Felicity tries to crawl away, pain shooting throughout her entire body, but Volkov grabs her leg and immediately drives an elbow into her knee! Volkov pops up to his feet, turns Felicity to her side, and absolutely levels her with a hard kick to the spine! He follows that up with a pin attempt…

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!


Felicity slips her shoulder up, unable to breakout with her legs due to the pain shooting through her back. Volkov grabs a hold of the triple crown winners wrist and pulls her toward the nearest corner.

Volkov rests Banks’ head against the bottom turnbuckle, then proceeds to use his boot to choke life out of her! The referee counts up to four and almost gets to five, but Volkov pulls away and throws his hands in the air with a smirk on his face. He tells the referee that the ring is his yard, then turns back to Felicity only to catch a kick to the knee!

Volkov drops down to one leg, giving Felicity the chance to pull herself up and capitalize! She rushes to her feet, grabs a hold of Volkov’s head, and begins bashing his face off the middle turnbuckle, the crowd chanting along with every motion!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

ELEVEN!

TWELVE!


She finally stops at twelve and rests Volkov’s face off the turnbuckle. The Supreme takes a few steps backwards and favors her back a bit, but picks up steam and delivers a running double knees strike to the back of Volkov’s head as he was hunched over! Volkov’s body goes limp, the top of his body falling out between the bottom two ropes, but Felicity grabs his leg and uses all her strength to pull him back in and away from the ropes! Immediately after that, she makes the pin attempt!

ONE!


TWO!


THR---NO!


Volkov finds life and breaks out of the pin attempt, Felicity mounting over top of him to deliver a fury of elbows to the Russian brutes face!

JACK WARREN: Volkov could barely cover himself up here!

BRIAN MASON: He has to still be feeling it from that double knee attack. But despite that blunder earlier, the Supreme has found herself in the driver's seat.

After connecting with a couple of good shots, Felicity rises up to her feet and gets the crowd hyped by pointing at the sky! She slithers underneath the bottom rope, then stands up to her feet to ascend the turnbuckles, her eyes locked on Volkov with evil intentions in mind.

She gets to the top rope and catches her balance, patiently waiting for Volkov to stand upright. The Red Wolf gets to a knee and Felicity gets ready for the dive, but she loses her balance and nearly falls out of the ring! She manages to catch herself, but Volkov’s already there to push her off the top turnbuckle - face first into the protective barricade on the outside!

JACK WARREN: JESUS! SHE’S DEAD?! PROBABLY NOT SINCE I SAY THIS EVERY SHOW, BUT SHE’S DEFINITELY HURT NOW!

BRIAN MASON: Another costly mistake by Felicity. What the heck is going on!?

JACK WARREN: RIP. No. Volkov. That’s what’s going on, Mason.

Volkov peeks outside the ring and sees Felicity’s lifeless body lying right next to the barricade. He urges the referee to not start the ten count, telling him that he’s defeating the “Supreme” inside the ring. Volkov proceeds to slide out of the ring and goes right over to Felicity, nudging her with his foot while taunting her with sarcastic bows.

He reaches down and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet only to sling her sideways into the protective barricade! The referee shouts at Volkov for lying to him, but Volkov ignores him and begins stomping away at the small of Felicity’s back!

After five stomps Volkov pulls Felicity up once again and slides her into the ring, sliding in right after her before moving toward the corner. The Red Wolf starts twirling his arm around in a circle for his patented lariat, Felicity just barely able to crawl toward the ropes. She uses them to pull herself to her feet and stumbles back a bit, turning around to a charging Volkov…

JACK WARREN: LARIAAAAATTTTTTT--

BRIAN MASON: NO!

Felicity catches Volkov with a dropkick to the same knee she got earlier, scatters up to her feet, and catches Volkov with a running knee trembler to the side of the head! Volkov crashes down to the mat, Felicity falling right on top of him for the lazy cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THR--



NO! Volkov gets his shoulder up! Felicity crawls away, her back still hurting as she grimaces in pain. She manages to get up to her feet and stretches upright, narrowing her focus on the Red Wolf. She sees him get to a knee and immediately rushes forward to connect with her version of the Bank Shot superkick! Volkov falls flat on his back, Felicity grabbing both legs this time for the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THR--


NO! Another nearfall, but Volkov slides his shoulder up!

JACK WARREN: A big knee with a superkick and Volkov’s still in this thing!

BRIAN MASON: These are two of the most resilient we have in this company. It doesn’t surprise me that they’re taking each other's best shot and still going.

JACK WARREN: Stuff like that is why I’m happy to be here saving commentary, Mason!

The triple crown winner slaps her hands off the mat out of frustration and starts kicking her feet off of Volkov’s side! Banks gets up to her feet, adrenaline now numbing the pain she’s feeling and the crowd getting rowdy! She waits for Volkov to stand up before she catches him with right hook, following the with a stiff kick to the shin and a spinning back fist! She measures the groggy Volkov up and attempts the jumping knee for the “Jersey City Bed Time Story” combo, but Volkov sidesteps out of the way!

Felicity’s momentum causes her to press forward, giving Volkov the opportunity to bounce off the ropes and connect with a hellacious spear to Banks! Banks turns inside out, Volkov immediately crawling towards her to make the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THR--


NO! Felicity manages to slide her shoulder up, much to the delight of the crowd. An angry Volkov glares over that the referee and tells him to count faster next time. He grabs a handful of Felicity’s hair and pulls her up to her feet, grabbing her by the throat to launch her into the corner!

Felicity tries to push forward, but Volkov shoves her back and goes off with a fury of strikes to Felicity’s body! The former olympic boxer continues to show off what got him to the Olympics until he finally pulls Felicity out of the corner and delivers a big fall away slam!

JACK WARREN: He’s really just toying with her at this point.

BRIAN MASON: I know, and it’s infuriating. This is the franchise of Defiance, damnit!

JACK WARREN: Sorry, Mason. That’s RIP now.

Volkov stands overtop of Felicity and taunts her by yelling “IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE” before he kicks her in the back of the head. He does this motion once more before he hunches over to grab Felicity by the hair, but the HKW triple crown winner reaches up and digs her nails into Volkov’s eyes!

She manages to temporarily blind Volkov, knowing full well that she has to pull the stops to win on this night. With Volkov’s back turned, Felicity sneaks up on him and catches the big man with a superkick to the back of the same knee she was working on earlier!

Volkov drops down, giving Felicity the chance to attempted her patented “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” -- but Volkov ducks out of it! Felicity goes flying over Volkov’s head, both competitors scrambling back up to their feet!

They meet in the center of the ring and Volkov attempts a right hook, but Felicity ducks it! She catches Volkov with a spin kick to the midsection, then follows it up with her SPACE JAM DDT!!

BRIAN MASON: There it is! Space Jam DDT! That’s exactly the move she needed to get momentum in her favor!

JACK WARREN: But can she capitalize, though? Her back, hell, her entire body has taken a beatdown here.

Felicity crawls away from Volkov and sees the big Russian down on the mat. She contemplates making the cover after the big DDT, but decides against it and moves over toward Volkov’s legs. She pulls them up and looks to lock in her “Judas Cradle” dungeon lock, but Volkov reaches up and lands a jab to the face with his cast covered hand!

This gets Felicity to fall back against the ropes, Volkov scattering up to his feet. He sees Felicity still dazed from the hook to the jaw and charges forward, but Felicity pulls down the rope once he gets close enough, sending Volkov hard to the outside!

Felicity takes a second to try and regain some strength as she watches Volkov struggle to his feet. Feeling like this was her chance, Felicity bounces of the ropes and hits Volkov with full force lowrope suicide dive! Volkov goes hard to the barricade, but Felicity keeps on him and rolls him back in the ring!

With Volkov grounded, Felicity hops onto the apron, grips her hands tight around the ropes, and springboards onto them to connect with a beautiful springboard legdrop on Big Vik! She hooks the leg and watches the referee slide into position to make the count!

ONE!


TWO!


THREEE?!




NO! Volkov pops his shoulder up right before the referee’s hand slaps the mat for the three! Felicity can’t believe her eyes as she gazes over at the ref and holds up three fingers, but the referee reinforces that it was only a two!

Not wanting to waste any more time, Felicity backs away into the corner and begins pulling down on her kneepad! The crowd explodes once they see this, knowing full well that the “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD” was next!

BRIAN MASON: Can she do it?! Can the Supreme survive yet again and be one step closer to the World Champion, Lance Winters?!

JACK WARREN If she hits this she will!

Volkov starts to show some life while Felicity feeds off of the energy from the crowd. Volkov finally gets to a knee and Felicity charges forward for the big knee, but Big Vik lunges up and catches Felicity with a huge european uppercut!

Felicity drops to a knee herself, giving Volkov the opening to push forward and nearly decapitate her with a running big boot! Felicity falls face first to the mat, Volkov spinning her onto her back to make the cover!

ONE!



TWO!


THREE!!


JACK WARREN: WHAT?!

BRIAN MASON: LOOK!

NO! Felicity gets her foot on the rope! Volkov immediately throws his hands over his face and starts blaming the referee, then turns his attention to the thousands of fans screaming for the Supreme to come back!

VIKTOR VOLKOV: SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! SHE IS FUCKING FINISH!

Volkov turns his attention back to Felicity once he finishes stomping his feet and points at the cast covered left hand. He punches the mat one time to call for the Red Hammer, Felicity using the ropes to pull herself to her feet.

It takes a but, but Felicity finally manages to get up and turns around…

JACK WARREN: RED HAMMER?!
No! Felicity ducks underneath it and catches Volkov with a huge jumping knee to the face! Volkov drops down to a knee, giving Felicity the opening to come forward and connect with OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!

BRIAN MASON: KILLSHOT!

JACK WARREN: Probably, but Fel’s out too!

Unable to make the immediate pin, Felicity clutches at her back and kicks her feet in the air, knowing full well she’s wasting precious time. She turns to Volkov, but instead of going for the pin, she slithers underneath the bottom rope and sets herself up on the apron.

BRIAN MASON: She knows she wasted too much time, so instead of going for the pin, she’s going for the final blow. The QUEEKNEE!

JACK WARREN: Might cost her, Mason. She hasn’t had luck with the ropes or the apron tonight!

Volkov slowly starts to rise, the crowd anxiously awaiting for the big time move! Felicity waits until Volkov’s up to his feet before she springs up, only to wobble and lose her balance!

JACK WARREN: See!

She manages to regain her balance and springs forward, but the momentary blunders enough for Volkov to be ready with a HUGE RED GAMMER! Felicity drops like a sack of potatoes as Volkov falls on top of her and hooks the leg…

ONE!



TWO!!



THREEEEE!!!


DING! DING!! DING!!!

WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… VIKTOR VOLKOV!

The crowd instantly boos the announcement as Volkov throws his arms in the air, his eyes a bit glazed over from the beating throughout the match. The referee steps in and holds Volkov’s arm up in the air, but Big Vik rips it away and slides underneath the bottom rope. The cameras transition over to Felicity to show her still knocked out from taking the Red Hammer with the cast covered hand.

BRIAN MASON: You know what?! Volkov shouldn’t be allowed to use that cast anymore! As a matter of fact, I’m going to the board and telling them about this!

JACK WARREN: You really want more problems with RIP, Mason? Isn’t it bad enough that Wisia hates your guts?

BRIAN MASON: It’s just bull, Jack! It’s bull that this guy’s allowed to wrestle with a cast on when the Red Hammer is already devastating as it is!

JACK WARREN: Well, he’s not cheating. He got the go ahead from those whom are important so all you could do is sit here and cry.

Viktor Volkov starts making his way up the entrance ramp, a slick smirk on his face as he turns around and sees Felicity starting to come to. She shakes her head in disgust and pushes the referee away while the rest of the Reapers in Pride come out and join their new Sgt. of Arms. The show comes to a close with the Reapers holding their titles high in the air, and a look that could kill plastered on Felicity’s face.

WINNER: Viktor Volkov via pinfall (17:01)

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