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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 9 2016, 10:06 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Location: Atlanta, Georgia Venue: Phillips Arena Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance LII poster! ![]() Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Oct 9 2016, 10:07 PM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 9 2016, 10:45 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Superficial by Heidi Montang hits over the public address system as the sold out Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia as the makeshift is put in place, as stepping from the entrance way to loud boos is none other than the Pretty Committee to start the show! BRIAN MASON: Welcome to Defiance, fans! I apologize that we're starting the show like this... The fans boo as they high five each other smirking at their “adoring” public as Bianca takes her step on the walkway first as the flashbulbs go off as she poses arrogantly soaking up the reaction. Dressed in a blue Vera wang dress black high heel pumps, and slung over her shoulders a black Gucci handbag. After a few moments of posing, she points as Veronica makes a heart across her chest with her hands. JACK WARREN: The only thing that was left to add from the lesser brand and we have it now The Pretty Committee. And what a show they are giving us, these people should respect them. BRIAN MASON: Were they really worth the first pick in the draft to get? I mean sure they are talented but they are two of the most annoying women I have ever meet in my life. After the heart Bianca enters the ring, as the “leader’ of the committee begins her strut on the runway. Dressed in a black Christian Dior dress with gold Jimmy Choo high heel pumps, and a matching gold Chanel handbag. The arrogance radiates off of the Cuban beauty as she takes the time during her strut to pose for the booing fans. Before entering the ring and joining her Pretty Committee partner in the middle of the ring as they pose together some more as flashbulbs go off as Bianca grabs the pair a couple of microphones from a stage hand as they each have one in their hands. JACK WARREN: They are gonna talk yes. These beauties you might think they don’t belong in a ring, but that is where your wrong but this is the big leagues now. BRIAN MASON: Oh lord just what we need. Did we really have to start Defiance this way?! VERONICA TAYLOR: Oh thank you I knew you’d love us! Look Bianca at all these basics they are cheering for us. Like OMG I know, I know but we have something important to say… I SAID SHUT UP! The boos only get louder as Veronica flashes a bitchy grin before rolling her eyes. BIANCA DAVIS: Ugh so rude you know us coming to Defiance is a big deal like really big deal. You see on Basic Subversion we were never given our just due even though Veronica slayed Nina, and we slayed Team Adhorrible and the other basic teams. They decided we were not fit number one contenders really? Look at us like really. The camera pans up and down as they pose some more which only gets the fans on their case more. VERONICA TAYLOR: So true you see the Pretty Committee is finally here on Defiance. And I look up and down the tag team roster and you know what I see B? BIANCA DAVIS: What Veronica? The Cuban beauty smirks arrogantly, before vainly flipping her hair. VERONICA TAYLOR: Basics, freaks, and losers! That is what I see in the tag team division here. You see coming here we are the new number one contenders. Who else is there? Like no one! You see let me explain this so that you ugly losers here in Atlanta can understand there are steps and levels in life at the top us The Pretty Committee we have it all really, then we have people like Sine Mora there good don’t get me wrong but. BIANCA DAVIS: Their ugly, hideous and freaks! And they can’t sit with us. Veronica smirked as the blonde lets out a laugh. VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh duh they can’t sit with us and sooner rather than later we are going to write the wrong of them holding our tag team titles. I mean those belts will look so much better around our waist and finally one brand won’t have basics representing them as champions. BRIAN MASON:They have got to be kidding. Their tag team titles?! JACK WARREN: Well if you looked like them you would be confident as well. But no you sit there sad and miserable with your life Brian. Quit being so rude, and instead enjoy this. BIANCA DAVIS: So true I mean but what about the next level which is ALL OF THESE BASICS BOOING US! Like how rude of them?! Don’t they know without us they’d have nothing else to watch?! I mean this is the closest they’d ever get to being close to women like us. The boos only get louder as the Pretty Committee roll their eyes.. VERONICA TAYLOR: So Romeo Price if you could come out here and tell everyone what they already know which is that we are the next number one contenders to the world tag team titles and that Sine Mora’s time is over that’d be great. The stench in this arena is giving us a headache. “Earthquake” by Labrinth then begins to blare throughout the arena and the audience cheers as Zack Jones makes his way out, dressed in street clothes. He holds a microphone in his hand and steps forward some before “Kalki” by E.S. Posthumus blares out and Inferno comes out as well. The music then starts to fade out before Zack begins to speak. ZACK JONES: You have got to be kidding me. He looks over at Inferno. ZACK JONES: They’re kidding, right? Inferno shrugs, so Zack turns to the audience. ZACK JONES: Are they joking, HKW universe? They yell back “no”, getting a shake of the head from Jones, who turns back to The Pretty Committee. ZACK JONES: I know that The Pretty Committee isn’t particularly known for jokes. Or for having rational thinking either. You guys believe that you deserve to get a shot at Sine Mora. That you deserve a chance to stop Sine Mora short of the five defenses. But I feel like you’ve overlooked someone. Just like Sine Mora, you’ve forgotten a team that already has stepped up to the challenge. That has already challenged the two women currently holding that gold, only to have been sidetracked by another team looking to make a statement and to be overlooked after that team got their asses beat! Zack shakes his head as the audience cheers the last statement. ZACK JONES: And you saw Artemis Kaiser tweet it out. She asked a rhetorical question as to whether you two should challenge for the titles or not, almost basically stating that you two deserve it over another team that hasn’t gotten their shot yet. A team that has taken on RIP’s Hellhounds and put them down like the bitches that they are. A team that went toe-to-toe with the only RISE Tag Team champions, who are on like what, day 200 of their reign? They took them on and they beat them too. A team that is currently undefeated! Jones turns to his tag partner. ZACK JONES: Ferno, do you know who is on that team? What their team name is? Inferno takes a moment to think about it. INFERNO: No. Can’t think of them. Zack looks confused. The crowd responds with surprise. INFERNO: Just kidding. That team consists of you, Zack Jones, and I, Efinn Rox. Team DLC. The greatest add on ever to be purchased and downloaded to HKW. User be praised. Continuing what we started all those years ago in PDW. It’s like we never missed a beat as time and time again we beat every team that stands before us. INFERNO: Why? Because we are the best tag team. The best tag team should be tag team champions. It is the natural order of things. We set a goal, we achieve it. Disagree? Well, we can prove you wrong. We’ve proven a lot of people wrong. Veronica taylor, and Bianca Davis give each other a glance before busting out in giggles as they then rolled their eyes. VERONICA TAYLOR:Ugh what are you even talking about? Really the best tag team? Puhlease the era of ugly tag teams being on top is over. The era of pretties is now, and the Pretty Committee we have shown that we are a dominant force and if you step in the ring with us we will give you a makeover you so need. BIANCA DAVIS:For real you might of done a lot but this is a new era and we are the tag team of the modern day. The tag team that shows that looks do matter, I mean clearly fashion is not on your to do list like we can not have you representing this brand as champions. Zack points to his shoes. ZACK JONES: Now waitaminute, these shoes are worth a lot of money. Hell, I even put together this DILF attire! I just need to find a solid pair of dad jeans to really put it all together though. A “DILF” chant breaks out as Zack stares out at the audience. ZACK JONES: Damn, I even got guys chanting DILF. A round of laughter breaks out before Jones turns his attention back to The Pretty Committee. ZACK JONES: No, I’ll admit it. You guys might have more fashion sense. Your boyfriends dress in Armani suits and drive around nice cars and you say that you deserve the best. I say that we don’t need all that stuff. We don’t need gold watches, but we sure as hell want gold around our waists. So, how about this? We’ve already beaten a handful of teams like the ones we’ve mentioned before. How about we add The Pretty Committee to that list? Zack looks over at his partner, who nods. ZACK JONES: How about we even see if we can make it a #1 contender’s match? That way Sine Mora doesn’t have to go through the trouble of trying to find another team they can defend against not named TEAM DLC. The audience cheers as Jones looks over at The Pretty Committee. ZACK JONES: I know you guys have been here awhile, but welcome to the Defiance tag team division, where you have to earn the spot you want. And when we get the chance to lace up the boots and do our best talking where we do it; in the ring with our fists, than we’re going to make sure that you and the entire division knows Team DLC is not here to just sit around and wait for y’all to jump us. We’re here to fight...and that’s exactly what we’re all going to do. Zack then drops his mic and turns around, walking to the back as Inferno follows while the Pretty Committee just stares at Team DLC, watching them walk off before the scene slowly fades out. ![]() The show cuts backstage to where Pax Mayson is busy getting ready for his match; he knows the opening contest of the evening needs to set the pace for the rest of the show, and that all three of his opponents made their presence known last week, staking claims for the Bloodlust title. So as he finishes stretching, Pax is unsurprised to see the Bloodlust Champion herself standing in the doorway. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Just the man I was looking for... She says as a sly smile creeps across her face. The Baroness is dressed in her ring attire despite not being booked to compete tonight, with the Bloodlust title slung across one shoulder. PAX MAYSON: Already told ya, darlin’. I don’t go back for seconds. He jokes, but The Baroness doesn’t look impressed; her recent ‘break-up’ is weighing heavily on her mind, after all. She even turns to leave. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Perhaps I made a mistake… PAX MAYSON: Though, ya definitely didn’t have those the last time… He casts his eyes down towards her chest, quirking an eyebrow as The Crimson Baroness simply laughs to herself. She re-enters the locker room standing in front of Pax with that familiar smirk on her face. PAX MAYSON: Always thought y’had a thicker skin than that. Gotta have if you wanna hold that belt after all. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Doesn’t mean I have time for lame jokes, sweetie. But that’s neither here nor there, because I have a favor to ask of you… PAX MAYSON: You can always ask. Don’t mean I’m gonna say yes. Pax smirks, and The Baroness simply shrugs. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Your opponents tonight … Riley, Ashlyn, Aries … I need them broken. Laid out, unable to continue. Unable to challenge for my title. And I know how you enjoy hurting people in such a manner. Pax shakes his head in silent laughter as he finishes wrapping his wrist in the tape, ripping off the free end with his teeth before he looks over at her again. PAX MAYSON: I ain’t your dog, darlin’. He takes a couple of steps closer to her, almost boxing her in with all six feet four inches of him. PAX MAYSON: I’ll lay ‘em all out, sure. Yeah. But I want y’to watch it real close and I want y’to remember that I ain’t doin’ it because you snapped those pretty fingers and ordered me to. I don’t heel, fetch, stay for nobody. But when I do it, it’s because if… nah, nah, let's go ahead and say when, I win this thing... it’s because if I do, I’m in the Bloodlust match. The shock of such a declaration is evident on The Baroness’ face as she weighs the possibilities; another potential opponent lining up to challenge for her belt isn’t the worst thing in the world, as long as he doesn’t try and purge her tonight. So she relaxes, smiling softly as she looks up at him. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: That sounds fair... She says, as he smirks at her as he taps the belt lazily with one finger. PAX MAYSON: But hey, thanks for the pep talk, darlin’. k WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a Bloodlust Rules fatal four way match. The wavy entrance to “Paper Planes” plays over the PA system, while green-and-blue strobes dance throughout the crowd. As the song finally bombards the arena, Ashlyn De Luca emerges through the curtains, black hoodie pulled up over her head, a casual stride to her step as she looks out into the audience. She walks down the ramp at a leisurely pace, but pauses before breaking into a half-jog, running toward the barrier closest to the hard-camera. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, hailing from ASH-Lanta, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, ASHLYN DE LUUUUCA! She leaps onto the barricade, motioning for the camera to “catch her good side”, flashing THE MOST MARKETABLE SMILE to the audience at home before slapping the hands of those closest to her in the front row. She finally hops down from the barricade and pivots, sliding into the ring. She hits the ropes just once before coming to a stop in the center, smirking back out to the crowd as she pulls her hoodie off, tossing it aside as her music fades. We see Ashlyn looking towards the aisle waiting on her first opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: And her first 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. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Fuckville, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, The Self Proclaimed Favorite Son of Ontario, Your Favorite Wrestler, and Mine: ARIES ARMADAIST! Once the seemingly seething wrestler makes his way to the ring, Aries immediately begins to inaudibly shout at a stage hand standing ringside. Aries moves to the apron as the stage hand follows, doing as they were apparently instructed to do, sitting on the second rope as the push up the top, holding the ropes open for the Canadian. But just as Aries prepares to duck into the ring, he decides to give the stage hand a nice boot to the mush, knocking them off of the apron as he enters the ring himself and quickly taking refuge in his corner. The two stare each other down, before both give a glace towards the aisle. 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 opponents. The three of them almost look annoyed ready to do battle as they wait for their last opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: And their 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: Ladies and Gentlemen, making her way to the ring from Philadelphia, PA 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. 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. The four of them are each in opposite corners, as the referee look ready to call for the bell. BLOODLUST RULES FATAL FOUR WAY Riley Lynn vs. Ash Shmurda vs. Aries Armadaist vs. Pax Mayson DING! DING! DING! The match begins with all four competitors cautiously circle each other. This continues for a few seconds until the four pair off. Aries with Pax, and Riley with Ash. Aries and Pax lock up first, while Riley takes over with Ash with a armdrag into an armbar. Pax connects with a few hard forearm shots to chest area of Aries then sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Aries comes off the ropes, ducking under a lariat attempt from Pax, then almost taking Riley's head off with a boot to the side of her head that dazes Riley , causing the crowd to boo and Riley to break the armbar as she falls to the mat. BRIAN MASON: Aries was trying to behead Riley with that kick. JACK WARREN: I don’t think he’s done yet. Aries reaches down lifting Riley, then tosses her through the middle rope to the outside. Pax looks ready to take out Aries with a big shot, however before he can Ash connects with a low dropkick to his left leg which drops Pax down onto his right knee, allowing Aries to follow Riley to the outside. On the inside of the ring Ash takes advantage of her one on one opportunity with Pax, connecting with a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of his head, Pax falls to the side landing on his side before rolling onto his back. JACK WARREN: Vicious shot from Ash, trying to gain some much needed momentum in this match. On the outside of the ring Aries is holding a kendo stick in his hand. Riley gets to her feet only to be met with a hard shot to the back with it, an audible gasp comes from the crowd, while Riley arches her back in pain. Aries continues to use the kendo stick, striking Riley in the back again. Riley yells out in pain, as she moves forward trying to evade ‘the bastard son of society’. Aries however stays on her, only a step behind, hitting her across the shoulderblades this time, and sending her into the timekeeper's area. BRIAN MASON: Aries is just unloading on Riley at this point. JACK WARREN: Yeah but in the ring Ashlyn is still in control. Ashlyn is standing on the ring apron waiting on Pax who is slow to get to his feet. When he does Ashlyn jumps to the top rope and springboards off, only to be caught in midair, and slammed spine first into the canvas with a samoan drop, leaning back Pax goes straight for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: Nice counter by Mayson that caught Ashlyn by surprise, almost allowing him to pick up a win. As this is happening on the outside Aries walks around the timekeeper’s area, grabbing Riley by the head, and delivering a headbutt. Riley turns, slumping over onto the timekeeper’s table, but Aries doesn’t hesitate at all. Reaching down he grabs Riley by the hair, only to be met with a shot from the ringbell as he does. The crowd gasps as the shot sends over the barricade and onto the mat outside of the ring. BRIAN MASON: Aries is lit up with a shot from Riley, she took offense to the repeated kendo stick shots. JACK WARREN: As opposed to those people who enjoy being beaten with blunt objects Mace? BRIAN MASON: You know what I meant! Back inside the ring Pax Mayson is holding Ash high in the air in a vertical suplex position , walking around the ring he lets the blood rush to her, then falls back sending Ash crashing to the ground with a vertical suplex. The camera goes back outside where Riley is going after Aries with wild lefts and rights to the side of his head. Riley gets to her feet looking into the ring seeing Pax standing over Ash looking like he’s about to finish her off. Riley reacts quickly, reaching over she grabs a steel chair, folds it in half then, jumps up on the apron. Pax waits on Ash who is just starting to get to her feet, when Riley steps into the ring, and throws the chair at the back of Pax’s head. The shot connects and sends Pax to the mat holding the back of his head with both hands. BRIAN MASON: Riley is taking everyone out. JACK WARREN: She just threw that chair like a lawn dart, a chair shot always hurts, but one at that velocity can do serious damage. Ash turns towards Riley who charges her looking for a spear, but Ash side steps it, using Riley’s momentum against her she tosses her to the outside of the ring to the floor below. Riley rolls towards the ring, and under it. Ash goes to the outside grabbing reaching down, grabbing Riley’s foot, and pulling her back from underneath the ring. BRIAN MASON: Ash Shmurda is going after Riley here. JACK WARREN: Why though? Pax is out in the ring, this is a mistake! Go after the win! Riley is pulled the rest of the way out from under the ring, but with a black baseball bat in one hand, and a gamecube controller in the other. Ash, gives Riley a couple of stiff kicks to the head, making her relinquish her weapon as they fall harmlessly to the ground below. Riley rolls away again, this time getting to one knee, only to be hit with a shining wizard on the outside. Ash slowly gets up to her feet after the move looking like she’s going to take advantage, but she sees Aries slide into the ring, then hurry over, making the cover on Pax. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRR---------NO! Ash manages to break up the pinfall just in time with a double axehandle to the back of Aries head. BRIAN MASON: She barely managed to break up the pinfall there! JACK WARREN: Your head has to be on a swivel in a match like this, unlucky for Aries here, because he was a millisecond from stealing this. Ash and Aries both get to their feet simultaneously, but Aries manages to come up swinging with three left jabs, then a right hook that causes Ash to fall over. Aries clenches his fist ready to strike with the P.O.K.E. as Ash begins to stir , but from behind Riley wraps the cord from the gamecube control around Aries hand, and uses it to spin him around before reaching up, and driving Aries face first into her knees. Riley gets up quickly, as Aries turns holding his jaw in pain, only to be pulled back onto Riley’s knees spine first. Aries bounces off Riley’s knees, then instinctively rolls away from her. BRIAN MASON: UP DOWN, UP DOWN! That has to be it. JACK WARREN: But Aries did what any good ring general would, he’s hurt, but he got out of harm's way. Riley reaches her feet, but with her focus on Aries she doesn’t see Ash Shmurda approaching, and gets caught with a kick the side of the knee. Riley reaches down grabbing her leg in pain, Ash grabs her by the hair, and hits a sitout facebuster on her. BRIAN MASON: The Flyleaf! Ash has it! Rolling Riley onto her back Ash makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THRRRRRR---------NO! Pax Mayson reaches over grabbing Ash by the hair pulling her off of Riley, before tossing her shoulder first into the ring post. BRIAN MASON: I thought he was done for in this match. JACK WARREN: In this kind of match you’re never out of it. Pax turns rushing over to Riley immediately making the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....Pax Mayson. Pax rolls out of the ring still holding the back of his head with his left hand , as he raises his right hand he heads straight towards the back as “Fuck Your Enemy” by Superjoint Ritual begins to play. BRIAN MASON: I’m pretty Pax is just content to get out of dodge after a match like that. JACK WARREN: A victory Brian, and who wouldn’t be? He managed to win a match by hook or by crook. It doesn’t matter, he got the victory. Aries also starts to head to the back leaving only Riley and Ash still in the ring. Riley is first to her feet looking over at Ash who is lying in the corner in pain. Ash turns falling to the bottom turnbuckle reaching up looking for a hand from Riley. In an instance Riley closes the distance and blasts Ash with a shining wizard that sends the back of Ash’s head into the turnbuckle. BRIAN MASON: What the hell was that?! JACK WARREN: I’m going to go out on a limb here and say Riley blames Ash Shmurda for this loss. Riley pulls her out of the corner, and throws Ash face first onto the mat. Reaching down she grabs the gamecube control. BRIAN MASON: What in the world is she going to do with that? Riley grabs ahold of the cord, and wraps it around Ash’s throat, pulling up she starts to choke her. Riley pulls back bending Ash’s head back as she continues to gasp for air. BRIAN MASON: Someone come stop this! JACK WARREN: Riley has snapped man, someone needs to do something! The crowd is booing intensely as finally referees begin to make their way down to the ring. Riley turns over the cord still wrapped around Ash’s throat, using her legs to grapevine Ash and hold her in place. The referee’s get into the ring, pulling on Riley, taking five of them to break Riley’s hold on Ash. Once they do they pull an incensed Riley Lynn, away and stay between her and Ash. As the audience and commentators are shocked silent. After a momentary standoff with the officials in her way, Riley backs away, dropping to the ground and rolling out of the ring, then making her way towards the back. WINNER: PAX MAYSON via pinfall (9:24) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 9 2016, 10:59 PM Post #3 |
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![]() The camera cuts to a lot in the parking structure just outside Philips Arena; an area usually reserved only for arena staff...but this isn’t a usual night. HKW is in town, and now, this particular area, of this particular lot...belongs entirely to the Reapers in Pride. At the moment, the “Prez”, HKW World Champion Lance Winters, is nowhere to be found. Neither are No Limits Champion Luke Wisia, or new sergeant at arms Viktor Volkov. Kyan Winters, AG III and Reese Spencer are nowhere in sight, leaving only Chance Frost, Sheldon Monroe, and the infamous ODB III on the premises. Sheldon is sitting on his bike, while Chance is leaned up against a large equipment trailer, as ODB is crouched on the ground, musing to himself. Chance has just taken a moment to take a drag off a cigarette, before continuing mid diatribe. CHANCE FROST: We should definitely hit up the strip club tonight. SHELDON MONROE: Man, I swear you keep fucking around with these strippers you gonna catch something. Chance shrugs as he lets out a laugh. CHANCE FROST: Yeah, maybe. But after Prez sends this kid Shane to Death’s doorstep tonight I know he’s gonna want to celebrate. Hopefully after tonight, this kid learns to just give it up. Odyn shook his head. ODB III: If he not. I sure make he do. I want booty bitches in face tonight. He not keep me from booty bitches. SHELDON MONROE: Y’all niggas crazy. Eff all that noise I’m just gonna chill tonight bruh. Feel like some rockstar who don’t ever stop partying. The prospect looks over to the two men and laughs at a thought. ODB III: We Reapers. We do what want. And I want booty bitches. CHANCE FROST: Don’t worry Odyn. We’ll be knee deep in some tonight. Hopefully Luke isn’t still too broken up about what happened to Sir Pounce so we can join in on the fun or something. SHELDON MONROE: You know damn well Ev--- Sheldon is cut off mid-sentence by the loud metallic CRACK of what could only be a steel chair colliding with the back of his head. The fledgling Reaper goes staggering forward, crashing onto his knees as Chance wheels around to see just what the Hell sent Monroe spilling to the ground… ...and coming face to face with Shane Atwater. CHANCE FROST: MOTHERFUCKER! Chance goes to charge, but Shane snarls and throws the chair full in his face, the impact stunning and and staggering Frost just long enough for Shane to send him spinning spine-first into a concrete pylon nearby. Chance cries out in pain as Shane turns on him. SHANE ATWATER: Eye for an eye, you motherfuckers. Shane goes to continue the attack on Chance, but is slammed into by a bellowing ODB, who tackles the number one contender to the concrete with a thud before beginning to swing wild hammer fists at him. ODB III: SOME BEACH! I AM KILL YOU! Atwater can only cover up for moment before driving a hard knee right up into ODB’s groin, causing the larger man to cry out in pain. Atwater scrambles up, delivering a sharp knee to ODB’s head to follow before pulling him up and throwing him headlong into the door of a Ford Taurus parked nearby, ODB’s head putting an ugly dent in the fiberglass before he crumples to the ground in a heap. Atwater barely has a moment to breath before Frost is back on him again, clubbing him over the back with a heavy axe handle blow before trying to choke Atwater out outright. Shane struggles, clawing at Frost’s hands before he manages to snap his head back, colliding with the bridge of Frost’s nose and sending him staggering. He shakes off a moment before grabbing the stumbling, now bloodied Frost by the head and slamming him face first into the equipment trailer again, and again, and again, until the RIP member finally goes down. Shane pauses a moment, trying to catch his breath, as Sheldon starts to fight his way upright, clearly out of it from the violence of the chair shot earlier. Shane takes a deep breath and walks over… And kicks over Shelton’s bike, pinning his leg as Shelton cries out in pain! Atwater sighs, clutching the back of his head as he tries to catch his breath, only muttering as he walks back toward the building. SHANE ATWATER: Pleasure doing business with you...assholes. With that, Atwater disappears from view, and we cut away. ![]() A ruckus near the catering area gets HKW personnel and some talents to rush in that direction. Once the camera team reaches the location, we see Cyncity and Raven Apollyon exchanging blows! The HKW talents and employees form a circle around the duo as if it were a street fight, Cyn getting the better of the exchange early. CYNCITY: I told you! *SLAP!* Cyn backhands the spit out of Raven’s mouth. CYNCITY: I TOLD YOU I WASN’T THE CHICA YOU WANTED TO MESS WITH! *THUD!* Raven pushes Cyn back against the nearest wall, then laces her with a forearm to the jaw that busts her lip open! RAVEN APOLLYON: You are not BETTER than ME you CHILD! STAY DOWN! The two began exchanging right hands, both of them with a handful of each others hair in their grasp. Neither could get the advantage until Cyn spins Raven around and begins smashing her face off the wall! Finally, security swarms in to pull the two apart, neither one of them looking like they were close to done. CYNCITY: YOU STUPID SON OF A STITCH! WHO THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?! ARE YOU GONNA FOREVER BE A PAIN IN MY BUTT?! RAVEN APOLLYON: Only until YOU pack your bags and leave again! CYNCITY: WELL THAT’S NOT GONNA HAPPEN! The two ladies try to pull themselves away from security, but the large men manage to overpower the smaller women as they drag them off in opposite directions. With Cyn and Raven out of view, the hallway begins to clear and Defiance transitions to ringside. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is 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. 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. WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, from Wilke-Barre, Pennsylvania.... Harbinger! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And HIS opponent! "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!" "There's no place like home!" The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience. "Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on Touch, kid; how you surprise me Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes... WHISPER VIPERI: Currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada... "Something Like a Phenomena"... Salem Cartier!!! She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. BRIAN MASON: The witch takes on the... the...?? JACK WARREN: Weirdo? Freak? Deranged lunatic? Sick fucker? BRIAN MASON: I was looking for something more PC, Jack. Nonetheless, this should be an interesting contest, don't you think? JACK WARREN: Interesting? Not sure. I think this freak might murder Salem, sooo... that make it fun for me! BRIAN MASON: I just hope that pesky Fran doesn't make her way out here. Something needs to be done about those two! JACK WARREN: Spoiler alert: something is being done. I have been told we'll get some news about that before the end of the night! Salem takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. SINGLES MATCH Harbinger vs. Salem Cartier DING! DING! DING! SPEAR BY HARBINGER!!! The move hits before Salem can even react as Harbinger comes charging in at insane speed for a man his size! JACK WARREN: What did I say?! Harbinger might kill Salem right here! Salem is coughing violently and clutching her ribs as Harbinger kneels down and wraps his mammoth hands around her neck, squeezing tight as her eyes bulge and her face starts to turn blue. The referee immediately grabs Harbinger's arm and tries to pull him off the woman but Harbinger doesn't even seem to notice and deadlifts Salem by the neck and LAUNCHES her over head. Sending her crashing into the mat! Acting on instinct despite the pain, Salem rolls out of the ring and down to the floor. Coughing violently as she holds her throat. SUICIDE DIVE FROM HARBINGER!!! Salem JUST rolls out of the way and Harbinger crashes into the ramp like a train hitting a cliff-side! She slumps against the ring steps, hoping the crash will give her time to recover but the monster is ALREADY getting to his feet, shrugging off the impact from the crash. Staring at Harbinger in disbelief, Salem tries to hit him with a buzzsaw kick, but Harbinger grabs her leg. Only for Salem to rock him with an enzuigiri! BRIAN MASON: Big move by Salem! That's exactly what she needed to get back into things. JACK WARREN: It didn't even knock Harbinger down, dumbass. The move causes Harbinger to stumble, but he recovers and grabs Salem around the waist. GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE RAMP!! He keeps his grip... ANOTHER GERMAN ON THE FLOOR!! Still holding on to the limp form of Salem Cartier.. A THIRD GERMAN TO THE OUTSIDE!! Picking up the unmoving form of his opponent, Harbinger rolls her back into the ring and covers her for the win. ONE! TWO!! THREE!! SALEM GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! BRIAN MASON: What a vicious assault by Harbinger! I'm surprised Salem kicked out! JACK WARREN: A few more of those and she won't kick out again. Harbinger growls low and picks her up, whipping Salem into the ropes- NEW HAMPSHIRE HANDSHAK-!! (Running forearm smash) -Harbinger catches the arm. The move is stopped dead in it's tracks as Harbinger holds the offending arm in one hand, casually bending it back as he stares murderously into Salem's eyes. Then he grabs her by the neck. Chokesla-! No! As Harbinger lifts Salem into the air, Salem SLAMS her elbow down into his arm and counters the lift into a fujiwara armbar!! She wrenches on his arm, bending it in a way it was never meant to go, but the monster powers out and throws her into the ropes. Big Boot from Harbinger! Salem goes down and Harbinger stamps down on her head! Grinding her skull into the mat like she’s a fly he intends to crush! JACK WARREN: HE'S GONNA SQUASH HER HEAD LIKE A GRAPE! BRIAN MASON: How could you enjoy this?! Salem is one of the stars of our company! JACK WARREN: We must have two different definitons for the word star, Mase. Salem screams out in agony, thrashing under the near four hundred pound behemoth crushing her skull. Fighting through the pain , she reaches her hand around and digs a clawhold into Harbinger's hamstrings!! Harbinger roars in pain and backs of as fire shoots up his leg through the cluster of nerves, Salem doesn't let go though, as she stands to her feet, fighting through the dizzying pain as she leaps onto the ropes anfd executes a springboard dragon screw that actually takes Harbinger off his feet!! Salem slumps, looking like she's about to pass out or throw up. She guts through it though and approaches the now prone Harbinger. Grabbing his leg for an attempted Indian Deathlock. Harbinger is still too strong though, and powers out. He goes for a clothesline as Salem comes of the ropes, but the quicker opponent catches him with a dropkick to the knee! Harbinger is down and Salem follows up by a roundhouse to his arm! Causing the big man to roar out in pain. She grabs his wrist, going for some kind of submission- SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE BY HARBINGER!! He holds onto her wrist... ANOTHER SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!! He still doesn't let go, and hits her AGAIN! And AGAIN! AND AGAIN!! JACK WARREN: ONE MORE TIME, HARB MY BOY! BRIAN MASON: He's your boy now, Jack? JACK WARREN: Don't ask questions, Mason. Anyone who beats on Salem Cartier, Shane Atwater and Guy 1 is fine in my book. He lets go off her wrist and she collapses to the mat. Harbinger going for the pin again. COVER!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! SALEM KICKS OUT!! Harbinger bellows in rage, grabbing her and throwing her across the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Salem bounces as she hits the mat' tumbling out the ring to lie still on the mat below. For a second she's unmoving, then she slowly begins to pull herself to a kneeling position as Harbinger comes out the ring. Grabbing her and THROWING her into the ring steps hard enough to knock them out of place and send her tumbling over! Standing atop the ring steps, Harbinger bends down and grabs a handful of Salem’s hair, yanking her to her feet despite the ref's protests and Salem's agonised screams! As he lifts her into the air, she desperately kicks out. Slamming her boots into the steps and causing them to shift. This causes Harbinger to stumble forward and she takes advantage to throw him down with an arm drag! She clutches her head in pain, but still has enough awareness to roll back inside the ring. She can feel the blood and patches of skin where her hair was torn out. Her whole body is shaking with pain as Harbinger climbs back in the ring. Seeing her slumped in the corner. He goes for a spear… At the LAST second, Salem rolls out the way and Harbinger’s shoulder CRASHES into the ring post! BRIAN MASON: Now THAT can be the moment Salem's been waiting for! JACK WARREN: Dude, the entire ring shook! Unless that's hurricane Matthew and we're all done? BRIAN MASON: Nope, that was the ring. Fighting through the pain, Salem climbs onto the apron and grabs Harbinger’s wrist. Dropping down to smash Harbinger’s arm against the turnbuckle! Harbinger roars in pain, but Salem swings his arm into the ring post! As Harbinger backs away, she climbs onto the turnbuckle and leaps off! Striking him in the shoulder with a missile dropkick! Actually taking him off his feet! Salem hits the mat herself and she groans in pain. Both wrestlers are slow to get back on their feet. Harbinger looking a bit lopsided now as his right arm is going numb. He’s still the first to attack, though but Salem is ready for him with an innovative enzuigiri to his leg! Taking the monster down! She’s not finished yet. Calf Crusher!! She pulls the mammoth trunks against her own legs, but Harbinger’s power is too great as he pulls free! BAM!! His free boot suddenly slams into her head! Sending her reeling! She backs up into the ropes, and he comes after her. Grabbing her arm to whip her across the ring. As she rebounds off the ropes he grabsher, going for Deah Nail (Michinoku Driver). But she slips out behind him and kicks him in the back of the knee. Backing up, she hits the ropes, and comes in with a beautiful somersault cutter! The move drops Harbinger, and she rolls his bulk over. Going for the pin! ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! BRIAN MASON: What is it gonna take to keep Harbinger down?! JACK WARREN: There's nothing Salem CAN do to keep Harbinger down! He's unstoppable! The monster throws Salem off, but she comes back in. STO FROM HARBINGER!!! The move flattens Salem and Harbinger slams his mammoth fist into her face, splitting her lip before striking her again! This time opening up a cut above her eye as the monstrous beast begins to maul her! He grabs her by the neck and throws her into the corner! She tries to recover, but she’s CRUSHED by a running hip attack before Harbinger throws her across the ring again with an overhead belly-to-belly! He stamps his feet, roaring out to the skies as he waits, hungrily for Salem to pull her aching body to it’s feet. SPEAR BY HARBINGER!!! The move sends Salem tumbling across the ring like a ragdoll. Barely moving, except for the shudders of pain. Harbinger moves in. A look of almost excitement behind that leather mask. Like a crocodile near wounded prey. He kicks out at her, sending her rolling again. But she’s already on her knees. Trying to push herself up. Fight through the fog of pain! Harbinger growls and grabs her wrist, swinging her into the ropes! WHIRL (Black Hole Slam) FROM HARBINGER- -NO! Suddenly she swings her legs out, wrapping them around his other arm! She pulls down and the sudden shift in momentum causes him to stumble back onto his bad leg! It gives out as he’s rolled into a sudden Crucifix pin!! His dominant arm is numb too, he can’t move it- ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Harbinger powers out of the pin, but he’s a SECOND too late, as the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner!!! Salem!! Cartier!!! Harbinger lunges at Salem, but she JUST manages to roll out the ring, stumbling backwards up the ramp. She can barely walk, blood is dripping down her face, her hair is a torn mess and she probably has fractured ribs. But NOTHING, is keeping the relieved smile of her face as she raises her arm in victory. BRIAN MASON: What a victory for Salem! Holy hell, there were so many times I thought she was done, but her fighting spirit prevailed! JACK WARREN: Fighting spirit my ass. She got lucky as HELL, Mason. LUCKY AS HELL. Salem struggles up the ramp as Harbinger begins throwing a fit inside the ring. He then sits down indian style and begins rocking himself back and forth as Defiance goes to a break. WINNER: SALEM CARTIER via pinfall (8:31) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 9 2016, 11:47 PM Post #4 |
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![]() The Knoxotron comes to life, revealing what seems to be a traditional looking newsroom. A long grey desk is in the centre, with a huge windscreen television screen in the background bearing the Hard Knox logo, with “News” crudely drawn right underneath it. As the camera pans out, it is revealed there are two figures stood behind the news desk, and the one who the camera focuses is on gives a cocky grin. He is wearing a dusty grey wig and a pair of oversized glasses, coupled with pinstriped navy blue suit. It is clear that the person in question is none over than “England’s Most Fined” Jackie Fowler. Music plays out in the background, obviously Fowler’s own theme “Fuckin’ In The Bushes”, but instead played on a synthesizer to make it seem quite cheesy. Fowler grins to the camera once more as he greets the audience. JACKIE FOWLER: Good evening, and welcome to the Hard Knox news at whatever the frig time it is. Me name is Randy Del Bastardo, and here is my broadcast colleague, Kyan Winters! He points to his right, revealing that a midget is sat next to him wearing a Papier-mâché mask in the image of Kyan Winters. The midget is quite obviously male, and also quite obviously wearing a polka dot dress. ”KYAN WINTERS”: KYAN WINTERS! JACKIE FOWLER: …Okay? ”KYAN WINTERS”: KYAN WINTERS! JACKIE FOWLER: That’s… interesting, Kyan. Thank you for your input. ”KYAN WINTERS”: KYAN WINTERS? Fowler shakes his head, his poorly made wig almost falling off as the fake Kyan Winters squeaks at him in a high pitched tone. He shuffles a bunch of papers in front of him, some of them with crudely drawn pictures of the members of RIP with phalluses stuck on their heads, and another a still shot of The Crimson Baroness from Cougar Hunters, although the nudity is clearly blurred out by the camera. JACKIE FOWLER: Anyway, tonight on “HKW News”… There is a loud gong of a clock bell, which shocks the fake Kyan into falling off of his stool, causing Fowler to cackle loudly. JACKIE FOWLER: The biggest trade in recent memory has occurred! The Flava Bros, who were not really doing anything on Defiance have been traded to Subversion… where they will continue not really doing anything for the foreseeable future. In their place comes… the future! Fowler then points over to his right, holding what seems to be a gigantic dildo bearing the slogan “Property of Felicity Banks” upon it. JACKIE FOWLER: Harambe… DRUM ROLL! The view cuts to the hologram of Harambe, a drum kit in front of him as he performs the drum roll from the Phil Collins classic “Coming In The Air Tonight”. JACKIE FOWLER: The award winning, title claiming, Kamijo slaying King of the Clit Heroes, Jackie Fucking Bastard Fowler has switched from the blue brand to red! Bringing with him a wealth of creative insults, a hologram and designer y-fronts, Fowler, a bastard, will be looking to stomp out all competition with a well-placed concrete block and a dazzling array of fart themed sound effects. There is the loud blast of flatulence, as fake Kyan falls over once more, before scampering back into place. JACKIE FOWLER:Excuse you, Kyan. Fowler, sexy as fuck, will begin his tenure on the red ender brand with an ITV, not to be confused with the channel, title match against the clueless Beth Keaton and former bum fights champion, “Vaginal” Jinx Hextall. Fowler, incredibly well endowed, was robbed of the championship last time around by a ginger minger and… you Kyan. ”KYAN WINTERS”: KYAN WINTERS! Fowler then slaps Kyan across the face with the ribbed dildo, knocking him permanently off of his stool. Jackie then turns back to the camera with a cocky grin upon his face, his wig half falling off as a banner rolls past at the bottom of the screen reading “Volkov Lays Down For Lays Potato Chips. Sponsorship Deal Imminent?” JACKIE FOWLER:I’m sorry, it seems me broadcast colleague has passed out. Probably from the excitement surrounding this hotly anticipated bout. Many experts are wondering how Keaton will react during the match if she is not aided by her associates, and if she will stop everything to check whether the cameras are rolling before swinging a poorly aimed fist. Many have been chanting “Go, Beth, Go” to spur her on, but it is noted that she believed this meant she was being asked to leave, so she checked out of her hotel earlier on today. Whether she shows up for her match tonight, no one is quite sure. Another banner rolls past reading “Michael Keaton Has Reportedly Never Heard of Namesake Beth Keaton, More News to Come in Her Hair.” JACKIE FOWLER: The involvement of Hextall, 47, has confused many, especially herself, with the “Man from Manitoba” stating absolutely nothing in the build-up. It is unclear what shape Hextall will be in prior to this match, but due to her fluctuating weight, we here at HKW news believe that shape will be round. A third banner rolls past as Fowler continues with his speech, reading “ODB Considering Gender Reassignment Surgery So He Can Be an Even Bigger Bitch. Looks to Ryan LeCavalier for Advice.” JACKIE FOWLER: Fowler, Latin for “Erect Champion for All Eternity”, has been billed as the clear favourite for this match by everyone with common sense, and will be entering this match the superior athlete, and the “Bastard of Bowland” is hoping to add the ITV Championship to his already impressive resume, which is also filled with a large selection of ample breasts. Now, the weather with Dr. Fluffykins Esquire the Third. The scene switches to Jackie’s cat, Fluffykins, sat upon a red cushion and glaring menacingly at the camera. A map of America is behind him, and a sign is shown reading “Ser Pounce Is So Wet and Hurricane Fluffykins Is Coming.” The scene switches back to Jackie, who has a perplexed look upon his face. He blinks a few times before shaking his head and composing himself. JACKIE FOWLER: … Thank you? Anyway, please continue to watch Defiance for this upcoming title cha—match, and also to see Luke Wisia wet himself during his match. I am certainly not Jackie Fowler, next ITV Champion, but this has been the HKW News… possibly not official. He lets out a manic bout of laughter before flipping the bird at the camera. JACKIE FOWLER: Swivel! ![]() A camera is backstage following ahead of Jinx Hextall as she walks down a hall heading towards the arena for her upcoming match for the Interbrand Television title against Beth Keaton and Jackie Fowler. Still a bit of a walk away from the entrance out into the arena, the camera has a wide shot of her in the middle of the hallway. What causes her to stop is something entirely unexpected, even to someone like her… an owl flying by her before it comes to land on a storage crate directly in front of her. It looks up at her, tilting its head to the side… or was it looking at the sight of the figure hovering over her? The shape becomes more clearly defined, an arm holding onto a pipe overhead as it moves down to the ground. There is a loud thud as whatever or whoever it was lands on the floor behind Jinx. She turns around in a whirl at the loud sound only to receive a heavy fist to the head that sends her falling against the wall. Stepping closer into the light that the camera can see, the large man known as Harbinger looms over Jinx as she slumps against the wall. HARBINGER: Blood for blood. Arms wrapping around her, Jinx tries to fight off the much larger man but the initial attack is clearly having its effects on her as he picks her up and slams her body into the opposite wall. Keeping a hold of her, Harbinger slams her into the other wall as well before he holds her up to stare directly in her groggy face. HARBINGER: I used to be like you. Blind. Without another word, Harbinger lifts her up over his head to toss her up against the ceiling above and watches as she falls flat on the ground in front of him. His attention does not stay on her for very long as he looks over at the owl who had been watching the entire encounter. HARBINGER: I know. Not yet. I have to wait. The owl flaps its wings before flying away off camera. Stepping over the fallen body of Jinx, the camera fades out with Harbinger walking in the same direction. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena. They told me round my hood What they say? Every time they see me I look good, yeah Why? I'm gettin' money yeah Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope while Bianca Davis holds it for her. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss. WHISPER VIPERI: From West Plam Beach, Flordia standing at five feet eight inches The First Class Model, and the First Lady of Subversion Veronica Taylor. ‘Kalki’ by E.S. Posthumus starts to play. Once the intro is done, the lights cut out. The Sanskrit symbol for Capricorn appears on the Tron with the word “E.S. POSTHUMUS” underneath it. A column of light shines up from the Stage. A pillar of vapor rises up through the Light. The image on the Tron is replaced by the word “I.N.F.E.R.N.O.”. Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp with Zack Jones by his side. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from this Arena...apparently, The Enigmatic Soldier, Inferno! The referee signals for both competitors to come to the middle of the ring as he gives them a quick rundown of the rules, then backs them up into their corners. He then looks on the outside at Zack and Bianca and gives them some choice words as well before signaling for the bell. SINGLES MATCH Veronica Taylor w/ Bianca Davis vs. Inferno w/ Zack Jones DING! DING!! DING!!! As the bell rings, Veronica Taylor leans against the corner. Stretching lazily like a cat. Inferno beckons with both hands. Urging her to bring it. She looks him up and down with an air of distaste, but eventually rolls her eyes and leaves the corner, walking towards him. He calls for a lock-up, but she stamps on his foot and immediately grabs him in a headlock! With the referee's vision obscured, she rakes his eyes then kicks Inferno's legs out from underneath him. Dropping him to the mat. With Inferno flat on his back, Veronica smirks and flips her hair back. Curtsying to the crowd. Inferno rolls back into a ready stance and calls for Veronica to bring it. Veronica just rolls her eyes and slaps hi- Matrix dodged! Drop-toehold to Veronica! JACK WARREN: Don’t taunt, Vero! It causes bullshit like this to happen! BRIAN MASON: Turn your back for a second and they whole match can change. Have to be careful with that. JACK WARREN: She’s sexy though. Inferno goes for an elbow to the back of her neck, but she rolls out the way, going for a knee lift which HE dodges!! Rolling back to his feet, he mime’s pulling a grenade out of his pocket and pulling the pin out by his teeth. He chucks the grenade at Veronica and IMMEDIATELY dives for cover outside the ring! Veronica just stares in bewilderment at her opponent’s antics, and at the “grenade” on the mat before sneering dismissively. Suddenly, she goes flying through the air and out the ring as some invisible force slams into her like a steam train!! Her momentum stops as she hits the ramp. Groaning in pain, she stares at where the invisible grenade was with a lock of pure shock. VERONICA TAYLOR: H… How?! Inferno is back in the ring now, going for a Tope Con Hilo!! Suddenly, Bianca jumps up onto the apron, cutting him off! He tries to get her to move, but she won’t budge! Suddenly, Zack jumps up onto the apron and tries to pull her off as the referee tries to get them BOTH to get off the apron! LOW BLOW from Veronica!! BRIAN MASON: Cheap shot! No one deserves that! Will she go that far just to get what she wants? JACK WARREN: Anyone who says they wouldn’t doesn’t make it very far in this sport. Do what you have to do. How many times did I bring down Atwater with a lowblow? PLENTY ENOUGH TO GET THE JOB FUCKING DONE! With the referee distracted, Veronica had crept up behind Inferno and slammed her fist RIGHT into his groin and was now rolling him up in a schoolboy pin!! But there’s no pin. In a strange twist of irony, it seemed that the distraction that allowed her to hit the low blow is now ALSO distracting the referee from seeing the pin! Eventually, he sees them, but it was too late for Veronica as Inferno kicked out! Veronica screams in frustration. Getting right up in the ref’s face, DEMANDING he ring the bell, telling him she had Inferno beat! But the referee refuses and she decides to take out her frustrations on Inferno who is still slumped in the corner, holding his groin. She charges in with a knee lift before assaulting him with wild slaps. Forcing him to cower before she presses her boot against his chin! Choking him in the corner! The referee starts the count, and he manages to get Veronica off. ... ...NOT LIKE THAT!!! I mean he gets her to stop choking Inferno! Christ, you people! Anyways… Veronica reluctantly obeys and steps back for a second before she grabs Inferno’s wrist and pulls him out of the corner. Going for- SUDDEN SIRAXIS (Eat Defeat) FROM INFERNO!! The move drops her face on his boot and they both lie still for a few seconds as Inferno recovers from the damage to his lower region. Then he rolls over into a pin. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!! Inferno gets back up and kicks Veronica square in the sternum! Once! Twice! Three times! He goes for a buzzsaw on the fourth kick, but she catches the leg and rolls him into a single-leg crab!! She tries to lean back, but Inferno is stronger and manages to roll out, kicking her into the ropes. As she comes back in, he grabs her and rolls her into a small package! ONE! TW- KICKOUT!! They’re both up, and Veronica goes for a superkick, but Inferno catches the leg and brings her down with a Dragon Screw legwhip! BRIAN MASON: Inferno getting a nearfall with the roll up. After some hard hitting to start this match, they’re getting into their groove. JACK WARREN: He didn’t come close, stop lying. Vero isn’t going to go down that easily. As Veronica tries to get some distance, Inferno reaches into his pocket and pulls out another “grenade” before throwing it at Veronica! Only, this time, she catches it. Then throws it RIGHT BACK AT INFERNO!! His eyes widen in shock just as an invisible explosion BLOWS him out the ring! The referee getting caught in the blast as well. Veronica had managed to roll out the ring JUST in time. Inferno is lying dazed on the floor, when Bianca comes in and kicks him in the chest before stomping down on him with her high heels. Veronica rolls out the ring to join her partner as they viciously stomp away at her partner! Suddenly Zack Jones comes in! Pulling them off his teammate! Attacking Bianca with lefts and rights! Veronica grabs his arm and pulls him to face her- Hairspray to the eyes!! JACK WARREN: YES! BRIAN MASON: Are you done fanning yourself over there, Warren? You actually enjoy this type of wrestling? Zack was just trying to even out things. JACK WARREN: I enjoy pain and suffering. Zack screams and reels back, clutching his face. Veronica pulls his hands away, and… SUPERKICK!!! Zack Jones is down. With the referee starting to stir, Veronica grabs Inferno, going for Exed Out! But Inferno counters with… With… Um… Okay, to be honest, I’m not quite sure WHAT he does, but apparently he calls it the Catch-22. Anyway… Inferno grabs Veronica, going for Effin Rock’D, but she slips out and backpedals into the ropes. He comes after her, only for Bianca to leap up and SMACK him in the face with her boot! Veronica grabs him! Facelift!! (Implant DDT) RELOAD!! Suddenly, Inferno kips up! Seemingly unaffected by Veronica’s DDT! Veronica stares at him in shock and fury before slapping him across the face!! BRIAN MASON: Did he just... JACK WARREN: Yeah. He did. Don’t even finish your sentence, bitch. Inferno responds with the Blue Screen of DEATH!!! (Blue Mist to face!!) An unearthly shriek of horror echoes throughout the arena as Veronica tries to wipe off the slime that is desecrating her perfect face!! Suddenly, Inferno grabs her! EFFIN ROCK’D!!! (Psycho Driver 1) COVER!! ONE! TWO!! THREE!! DING! DING!! DING!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by pinfall… INFERNNNNOOOOOO!!! Zack slides into the ring and helps his partner back up to his feet. Once Inferno is standing, Jones raises his hand to the cheers from the crowd, then turns around to the other side and does the same for the fans. Veronica rolls out of the ring where Bianca is waiting on her and helps her back to a standing position. BRIAN MASON: And Inferno does it! Good singles win for the man if I do say so myself and Veronica comes into Defiance with a big fat LOSS! JACK WARREN: Luck. You think this is the end, Mason? You’re sadly mistaken if you do. This is only the beginning and the Pretty Committee is going to take over this brand. Zack Jones and Inferno high five in the middle of the ring as they turn the Pretty Committee making their way up the rampway, Bianca still checking up on Veronica. They turn around to Team DLC at the top of the ramp and are saying something, but it can’t be heard over the roar from the crowd. Bianca continues to help Veronica to the back as Team DLC turns back to the crowd for one last applause. WINNER: INFERNO via pinfall (9:43) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 9 2016, 11:56 PM Post #5 |
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![]() Defiance cameras return to ringside where the brands board of director, Selena King, is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowd chants her name as “U Mad” by Vic Mensa begins to fade away and Selena pulls the microphone up to her lips. SELENA KING: Um… She pauses, a look of utter confusion taking over her face. SELENA KING: I don’t remember how I was gonna start this. Hold on, doh. I have notes! The Defiance BoD reaches into the back pocket of her jeans to pull out two index cards. She moves them in front of her face, her eyes lighting up once she reads the first sentence. SELENA KING: Oh yeah! Okay! Over the last three years we’ve seen over two-hundred wrestlers get a chance here in Hard Knox Wrestling, but only a few of those names have truly made an impact. It takes a lot to be successful in HKW, and like most say; it’s really not like any other company out there right now. Selena pauses, the crowd remaining quiet. SELENA KING: But some people have managed to withstand the test of time! A couple of people come to mind when you ask yourself who’s the face of Hard Knox Wrestling, but only one name pops up when you ask yourself who’s the face of Defiance brand. Instantly knowing who Selena's talking about, the crowd lets out a roar as a small “Fel! Fel! Fel!” chant breaks out. SELENA KING: This girl is someone I know well enough to know that Hard Knox Wrestling means the world to her, and truthfully? She means the world to Hard Knox Wrestling. Someone who made a name for herself by being the evil queen bitch that no one wanted to mess with, but now has become one of the leaders of the locker room. The “Fel!” chant picks up as Selena drops her index cards and turns her attention to the entrance ramp. SELENA KING: She’s a woman who has done just about everything there is to do in her career, and a woman who’s done many of firsts in our company. Now? She becomes the first female wrestler to be inducted into the HKW Hall of Fame… The crowd blows up as Selena points over at the entrance ramp. SELENA KING: Ladies and gentlemen, the second inductee into the HKW Hall of Fame Class of 2017… Dramatic pause with the sound of drum rolls coming out of Selena’s mouth. SELENA KING: THEEE SUPREEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! Ohhhh, I always wanted to do that! FELICITYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAANKS!!! ![]() "You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" "Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd exploding for the triple crown champion. There's still no sign of Felicity as the cameras focus in on the various signs for Felicity in the crowd. "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 down the ramp, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop. 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. BRIAN MASON: This may just be the best moment of my life. JACK WARREN: …. How sad has your life been, Mason? BRIAN MASON: You don’t understand, Jack. I’ve watched this girl grow up right before my eyes. From the moody sister of our former co-owner, to one of the best wrestlers on this planet. We’ve witnessed Felicity’s growth firsthand, and that’s something I’m happy to say. Now, after all the crap she’s had to deal with, she can call herself a hall of famer. JACK WARREN: I guess that makes sense. I’m happy for her, sure. But I’ll be happier once they induct THE MAN into the Hall of Fame next year! Felicity walks up the steps and makes her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and soaks in the cheers from her thousands of fans before she enters the ring and spins around in circles, the lights in the arena begin getting brighter with every spin. Once she stops, Felicity turns to Selena, the cheerful expression on her face turning into something blank. Selena simply steps forward to give Felicity the microphone, then walks off to the side almost instantly. JACK WARREN: … That was awkward. BRIAN MASON: They do have history… Felicity watches Selena walk toward the corner as her music begins to die down. The crowd gets Fel’s attention by chanting “YOU DESERVE IT!” over and over again, the blank look on her face turning into a grin. FELICITY BANKS: I know I do… She says with a laugh, the crowd cheering her words. FELICITY BANKS: You know, when I found out that I was going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame next year? I almost turned it down. To me, Hall of Fame means that you’re at the end of your career. It means that your best days are behind you. She pauses, staring down at the canvas before she continues. FELICITY BANKS: And that doesn’t sit right with me. I’m nowhere near done. My best days are sti--- Out of nowhere, Felicity’s microphone goes dead. She continues to talk for a bit, but then drops the microphone and gets handed another one by Whisper Viperi FELICITY BANKS: Okaaaay then. Where wa--- The second microphone goes dead, this time getting some rage out of Felicity. She slams the microphone down and begins shouting something in Whisper’s direction. BRIAN MASON: We seem to be having some technical difficulties, folks. Whisper goes to hand Felicity a third microphone, but before that can happen… VIKTOR VOLKOV: It won't work, little girl. How many times do we have to tell you? The Reapers run this show. No microphone for you, cyka blyat. The voice of Viktor Volkov gets Felicity to turn around toward the entrance ramp. She sees Volkov along with HKW World Champion, Lance Winters, moseying up to the top of the stage with two working microphones in hand. The World Champion couldn’t help but laugh at Felicity’s frustration. LANCE WINTERS: WHAT’S THE MATTER, Felly? WAS THERE SOMETHING you wanted to say? As the Reapers stand there Lance looks up at the Knoxotron. He grins a bit. LANCE WINTERS: Why’s EVERYONE BOOING? Is there something IN MY TEETH? Something ON MY FACE? The Prez looks over to Volkov. LANCE WINTERS: I’M STILL A PRETTY boy aren’t I? Don’t answer that. He looks back over to Felicity with Selena still stand there alongside her. LANCE WINTERS: Oh gosh where are OUR MANNERS, HEELLLLOOOOOOOO. Nice day we’re having, right? Felicity goes to say something, but her microphone still won’t work. This gets a laugh out of the two Reapers, Felicity unamused as she slams the microphone off the mat. VIKTOR VOLKOV: That's your problem, Banks. You are ignorant, stubborn. The Russian taps his ear. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Listen to us. How many times do we have to tell you who runs this show? And it does not matter how much you try to go against the Reapers, you'll never turn the tide. Accept it. The Red Wolf stares at her for a couple of moments, shaking his head. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Look at yourself. You're a mess. An obsessed little girl. And everything that's happened is not because of us. His face then turns into a scowl as he points down the ramp to Felicity. VIKTOR VOLKOV: It’s because of you. So you want to complain about how we've taken over? Look at yourself. The fans continue to boo as Felicity frustrations continued to grow as the Reapers spoke. LANCE WINTERS: NOW, CALM DOWN THERE sally, eer I MEAN FELLY. We know some PEOPLE HAVE BEEN wondering...JUST HOW IN THE HELL did The Prez get ahold of the World Golden Opportunity Briefcase? Hm? HM? He rubs his chin mocking the fans who boo him. A fan yells out that he stole it and gets a laugh out of Lance. LANCE WINTERS: Stole? NO, NO NOT quite. You see WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN myself AND Felicity there...Was simply. GOOD BUSINESS. The fans boo as Winters shrugs his shoulders. LANCE WINTERS: Yeah sure you IDIOTS MIGHT WANT TO CAUSE some sort of uproar about it. All because you ALL DON’T WANT TO BELIEVE the good ol cold cut TRUTH OF IT ALL. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You people don't have to believe us. But you'll believe this. Roll the tape. Volkov nonchalantly points up towards the Knoxotron, where footage begins to play, depicting a backstage area. The video is slightly choppy and dark, but in amongst it we can see the unmistakable figure of Viktor Volkov stood alongside Lance Winters, in front of a small woman - Felicity Banks. The footage shows Fel move her mouth as she hands over what seems to be her Golden Opportunity briefcase to Winters, the Prez grinning as he takes it. It's directly after this that Felicity Banks turns and walks away, and soon after the video ends. The crowd boos loudly, however the Russian talks over them. VIKTOR VOLKOV: You see? It was...just...business. The fans continue to boo the Reapers and even go to the lengths of asking Felicity why she would do such a thing. Selena seemed to be surprised by the footage herself as Felicity tucks her head and releases a labored sigh. She looks up, her lips reading “I’m going to kill both of you” as the crowd continues to voice their displeasure. LANCE WINTERS: Now...THE TRUTH IS OUT. Even though WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO TEEELLLLL YOOOUUUUUUU. I was hoping it wouldn’t HAVE TO HAD lead to that but...OH WELL. Shit happens am I right? Lance looks down to Felicity as he adjusts the World Championship belt on his shoulder. LANCE WINTERS: Since that’s out the way now. I hope you all finally REALIZE THAT we didn’t steal the briefcase from Felicity. We didn’t take away a chance at becoming a two time World Champion away from her. No...We didn’t do SUCH A THING like that. What kind of VILLAINOUS ASSHOLES do you take us for? The fans begin to boo and Lance holds up his hand. LANCE WINTERS: That was a rhetorical QUESTION FOLKS. We’ve ALWAYS BEEN ABLE to be good business partners, Fel. I hope that OUR BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP CAN continue to grow, kiddo. Volkov smirks as he looks to Lance, then back to Fel. VIKTOR VOLKOV: We’d hate for your current...distaste of us to impact our business together. Because at the end of the day, we’re businessmen at heart, just doing what it takes to get by, no? The Red Wolf shrugs his shoulders before an assured look crosses his face. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Let that be the end of it. Don't make us ruin you. The two begin to turn and walk away but the World Champion turns around and holds up a finger. LANCE WINTERS: AND DON’T FORGET if you need us to come ROUGH UP one of your FRIENDS or need some PROTECTION? You have our card. Haha, TOODLES. The two Reapers head backstage as Felicity stares holes right through them. The crowd is stunned silent as Felicity peers her head over her shoulder and sees Selena’s jaw nearly touching the floor BRIAN MASON: …. What? JACK WARREN: I’m not asking questions this time, Mason. Hell, I’m not even talking. Felicity shakes her head in disgust, her cheeks a soft shade of red. She exits the ring and slowly makes her way up the entrance ramp, the fans unsure how to react as Defiance goes to a break. |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 10 2016, 12:07 AM Post #6 |
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Ashley Chase is seen backstage talking to a HKW worker over near the catering table when Lola J saunters over to her microphone in hand looking for any scoops she can get to upstage Eli with. LOLA J: Hey there Ashley. Great day for a show huh? To bad about you losing those NKP tag titles huh? I mean i hear The Crimson Baroness was quite amused that her tag title reign lasted longer than yours……. Lolo quickly quiets down when she sees that Ashley is staring at her obviously not amused by these comments. ASHLEY CHASE: Wow and here i thought you were the type of person i might actually like but alas you are just as annoying as Katie is. A shame really. Ashley starts to walk away but Lola stops her LOLA J: Hold on now. I meant no disrespect I was just pointing out some facts to the people. However tonight is a new night so what can we expect? Ashley still gives her a look ASHLEY CHASE: Whatever. Yeah i lost the NKP tag title, well if i was like Katie i would tell you that it was Sully that got pinned and not me but regardless of what happened yes i am no longer champion. As for today maybe i am here to take out my frustrations on TCB by kicking her ass and Purging her title or maybe i am here to just watch and wait for somebody else to Purge her so i can laugh and make jokes like she likes to do. I guess we'll just have to wait and see now won’t we. Lola seems slightly taken aback by Ashley’s attitude tonight. LOLA J: Well if TCB gets Purged tonight whom do you see doing it? Will you then Purge the Purger? Ashley grins ASHLEY CHASE: Does it really matter? I mean I could Purge Katie right now? I could grab a referee and find her and pin her but where is the fun in that? I would rather it be a surprise when i pounce and whether it is on her or on any other person that wants that title when i do come for it I will take it. Ashley laughs to herself ASHLEY CHASE: Unlike some of the other people who have already made their intentions known I am not here just because i like shiny things or am i here because i want to kill myself in matches like Alex Reyn. Hell I am not even here because I feel like i am owed something like Aries Armadaist. Come on Lola what is up with that guy? Is he serious about all this we owe him crap he spewed last week? Lola looks at Ashley and shakes her head LOLA J: Oh yes he is very serious about that and i don't think he will stop until he gets what he wants. ASHLEY CHASE: Well tough cookies. We can’t always get what we want and he will not be getting what he wants either but I on the other hand will get exactly what i want i assure you. ![]() THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Well if it isn’t my favorite Ashley... The Bloodlust champion says as she walks into the locker room; the title belt hung over one shoulder, beneath which she’s wearing her red leather bodysuit. The smirk on her face, however, is not matched by Ashlyn De Luca. She readjusts herself with an obvious stiffness, leaning toward the champion. ASHLYN DE LUCA: That ain’t even my name, Katie. The Crimson Baroness rolls her eyes at the mention of the dreaded K word, but the smirk doesn’t fade from her face. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: You’ve had a hard night, I’ll let that one slide. What was this, your first match back since … 2014? 2013? No wonder you were rusty as fuuuuck. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Shit, boss, dunno what to say. I guess they can’t all be winners, right? Ashlyn smiles faintly, shrugging her shoulders a bit, eyes casually drifting toward the Bloodlust Championship belt. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Gotta get better-acquainted with some things… The Baroness laughs in the face of her foe, causing Ashlyn to narrow her eyes and rise from her seat to meet the Bloodlust champion face to face. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Sit down, sweetie, we don’t want your ancient ass straining yourself through over exertion tonight. But maybe you just want to get rid of that ring rust before you carry on at this level, maybe a few months down at RISE just until you feel ready - it worked wonders for me. Ashlyn quirks an eyebrow, angling her head as she gives the Baroness a slow once-over. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Mmmmm… you know I’m only two years older than you, right? THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Really? The Baroness looks Ashlyn up and down. ASHLYN DE LUCA: And ring rust? I ain’t the one walking around with a title belt when I ain’t even stepped in the ring, Katie-- TCB rolls her eyes again before seething. ASHLYN DE LUCA: --buuuut if the relationship thing says shit about you, it says you’re not one for workin’ hard anyway. S’why you couldn’t even keep your boyfriend, amirite, K--? THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Says the single mother. At least I got out before my dumbass boyfriend knocked me up, and left me to raise some bastard child on my own. But you’re right, I didn’t work all that hard to win this title; I was in the right place at the right time to purge Prince Kamijo. Since then I’ve managed to avoid being purged at IHOPs, on planes, at the gym, even on the last Defiance - and I’m not dumb enough to turn up on Subversion so some blonde bitches can purge me. Because this is my title belt, and it’s staying with me… ASHLYN DE LUCA: Word? Cool, boss. Well-said. The Baroness turns to leave, only to get shoved in the back! She slams face first into the door before Ashlyn De Luca rolls her up from behind with a schoolboy. A referee jumps out of one of the lockers, where he appears to have been hiding, and counts the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! ASHLYN DE LUCA: You were saying though? JACK WARREN: Did that just happen?! The referee hands the title to De Luca, who holds it close to The Baroness’ face as the now former champion screams. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: NO! You can’t do that! ASHLYN DE LUCA: Can, and did! Ashlyn boasts as she steps around the seething Crimson Baroness, exiting the locker room with her title belt in tow. TCB, her chest heaving with each heavy breath, glares at the referee who just excuses himself. And the show cuts back to the ring. BRIAN MASON: Oh my God! We have a new Bloodlust Champion! ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Interbrand Television Championship!!! “WE’RE GONNA PARTY WITH OUR PANTS DOWN!” With that the stage starts up with various red, orange and pink strobes as Jenny “Jinx” Hextall bursts out onto the entrance way, clutching a garbage can filled with weapons in one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other. Nodding her head with the beat as she grins, Jinx starts her merry trek down ringside, placing the weapon-filled garbage can near her corner before sliding under the ropes and hopping up to the second turnbuckle, Giving the crowd a big cheesy thumbs up before stepping off the turnbuckles and warming up for the start of her match. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing… from Shilo, Manitoba, standing five-fett-two-inches tall she is… JENNY “JIIIIIIIINX” HEXTAAAAALLL! We put this festival on you bastards, with a lot of love We worked around the year for you pigs Are you gonna break our walls down? Are you gonna try it? Well you go to hell! The crowd gets rowdier by the moment as “Fucking in the Bushes” by Oasis begins to play. The theme belongs to only one man. Jackie walks out from the back of the crowd, his eyes scanning the rambunctious crowd. He heads for one of the ledges, standing up on it with a latent pride. A cheery but cocky grin spawns on his face as he amps the crowd up, screaming for them to get the fuck up! The crowd gleefully obliges him as he makes his way down the stairs. However, much to the shock and joy of the crowd, Fowler takes an immediate dive into the crowd, surfing the wave for a moment, before allowing them to drop him off near the middle of the walkway down. From there, he looks around the arena, seeing the fans, seemingly possessed by the gritty and hooligan nature that he bears. It brings a smile to his face, furthermore he whips a false tear from his eye as he continues his way down the stairs. WHISPER VIPERI: And one of the opponents, from Clitheroe, Lancashire, England… JACKKKIIIEEEEEE FOWWWWLLLLEEERRRR!! His rowdy antics, including him flicking out some fans and playfully arguing with them, only gets them even more behind him. He slaps the hands of more fans on his way down, before reaching the barricade. It takes him a moment, but he ascends it and stands upon it with ninja-like ease. He scans the arena once more, roaring expletive, but uplifting words for the crowd to hear. He then gets down and rushes underneath the bottom rope. He smacks the mat as he gets up. As he does, he points at the referee, harping at him for a moment, before heading to his corner. There, he shadow-boxes, punching the turnbuckle pad with fast blows. He then rests his head there for a moment. He then turns his back to the turnbuckle, proceeding to rest on it. His eyes wander around the arena. Jackie simply nods his head as he awaits for the bell to ring. WHISPER VIPERI: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Coconut Creek, Florida, this is Beth Keeaaatonnn!!! 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. 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. The referee brings all three opponents to the middle of the ring and explains the rules to them before sending them back to their corners. He holds the ITV Championship over his head for the audience to see as they burst into cheers for the upcoming title match, then hands it to one of the ringside workers before signaling for the bell. ![]() TRIPLE THREAT MATCH Beth Keaton © vs. Jinx Hextall vs. Jackie Fowler Ding! Ding! Ding! The bell ring and all three opponents start to look around at each other. Jinx bends and leans on her knees, still feeling the affects of being attacked. as Beth and Jackie turn their attention to each other. Beth waves, but Jackie flips her off in return. Beth gives a “hmph” as Jackie edges closer and locks up with the ITV Champion. Beth pulls Jackie across the canvas with an arm drag, but doesn’t release the hold and then throws Jackie back over his her hip with another arm drag. Jackie comes rolling out of the arm drags and Beth throws her weight into a knife chop that pushes Fowler back into a corner, then hits another knife chop before he can recover. Keaton whips Fowler into the opposite corner and Jackie hits the turnbuckle hard, then takes a few steps towards the middle of the ring… flying forearm smash from Beth before she drops to a knee and takes the cover on Fowler! ONE! T-BREAK! Jinx comes flying into the match with a dropkick that quickly breaks up the pinfall attempt just as Jackie was throwing a shoulder off the mat. Jinx lays on the mat for a second, still trying to get herself in the game, but still in some pain as she crawls back off towards the corner. BRIAN MASON: Interesting start here in the match. A little exchange between Fowler and Keaton, then Beth takes an early advantage in the match against Jackie. Beth went for the pin and Jinx comes flying in to break it up, but doesn’t want to get into the heat of the match after being attacked by Harbinger. JACK WARREN: I’m pretty sure everyone could see that for themselves without you giving us the play by play, Mason… Jinx tries to get away, but Jackie grabs her around the ankle as Beth is holding her stomach from the blindside dropkick. Fowler pulls Jinx up to her feet and plants her on the mat with a spinning backfist. He then hits the ropes as Jinx is climbing back to her feet, but only gets to a knee, then sideswiped with a flying crossbody! Jackie and Jinx both land awkwardly on the other side of the ring as all three opponents are down, but it’s Beth who gets back to her feet first, and Jackie rising up from his knees. Fowler jumps to his feet and delivers a headbutt that drops down Beth right on her ass behind her. Jinx is slow to stand and Jackie turns around with a DDT that plants her right in the middle of the ring. Beth tries grappling Jackie from behind, but he rolls forward causing Keaton to release the grapple hold. JACK WARREN: Yeahhhhh boy! Jackie copping a feel! Beth pulls herself back to her feet with the ropes, but Jackie puts two hands right on her butt cheeks and pushes her out of the ring through the middle ropes! Jackie turns around just in time to see Jinx in the corner and gathering herself. Stinger Splash! She takes a few steps out from the corner… Cactus Clothesline! Fowler drops to his knees and covers. ONE! TW-BREAK! Beth pulls Jinx out from under the pinfall from under the bottom ropes. Jackie raises up on his knees and starts cussing towards Keaton, but she just shrugs her shoulders. JACK WARREN: Ahhhh, damn! Beth fucks up everything and she doesn’t even put out. BRIAN MASON: How would you know that, Warren? JACK WARREN: Don’t ask questions you really don’t want the answer to. Beth rolls back into the ring as Jinx rolls off to the opposite side of the ropes. Jackie drops to his back and rolls out of the ring. He throws a hand up at both his opponents as Keaton watches him on the outside, then helps Jinx back up her feet in the spirit of friendly competition. Jinx takes it as an attack though and throws Keaton across the canvas with a sloppy scoop slam. She stands back up, looking down at Beth, then drops down to the and pulls Keaton into a sleeper hold. Jackie rolls back into the ring whenever he sees the submission applied, but Jinx foreseen it happening and already started to stand to her feet. Jackie runs forward with a running facewash, but Jinx ducks underneath it and spins back with a heel kick that catches Jackie right in the midsection. Beth is seen stirring in the corner and pulling herself up with the corner ropes. Jackie falls to his knees once the breath was taken out of him. Jinx tries to rollup Beth but she keeps rolling and backs up into the ropes, then Jinx jumps and hits Jackie with a double foot stomp right to his back! Beth steps forward, but it’s a swinging neckbreaker from Jinx! She is still hurting from the Harbinger attack, but manages to crawl herself forward for and throw an arm over Beth’s shoulders. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Keaton throws a shoulder off the mat as Jinx just rolls off to the side and rests her head against the mat. Jackie made an attempt to crawl forward, but was still feeling things from the shot to the gut. Beth reaches out and grabs the bottom rope after breaking the pin and is seen resting her face on her arm. BRIAN MASON: Jinx fighting through the pain to nearly get that pinfall until Beth Keaton broke out! JACK WARREN: I think Jackie took a shot to the nuts. I’ll be the first one to tell you that’s never fun… and Shane Atwater. HA! Fowler walks over to Jinx and pull her back to a vertical position, then whips her into the ropes. Jackie springboards from the ropes, but Beth stands up at the wrong time and eats a springboard lariat that nearly takes her head off and turns her inside-out! Beth crumbles to the mat and goes limp as Jinx struts forward and plants Fowler with a sloppy snap suplex! Jackie tries to climb quickly back to his feet as Jinx throws out a hip toss, but Jackie bends and lands right on his feet! He flips Jinx the middle finger… then pokers her in the eye for the Middle Finger Salute! Jinx goes down holding her eye and Fowler turns back to Beth, dropping to his knees and hooking a leg for the pinfall! ONE! TWO! TH-NOOOOOO! Keaton breaks out of the pinfall once again as the crowd goes into a roar of cheers for the ITV Champ! Fowler is sitting up now and shaking his head before turning to Beth and saying some foul things. Jinx is laying in the corner and holding her face after being poked in the eye. BRIAN MASON: Jackie trying to take advantage of that lariat on Beth, but it seems that he was a few seconds too late because he had to take Jinx out of the picture as well. JACK WARREN: Maybe if Jinx didn’t hit such sloppy moves this wouldn’t happen… Who trained this bitch? Jackie stands up and sees both his opponents down as he looks to the crowd and they rain down a mixed reaction. He does a little dance in the middle of the ring and hits the ropes. Fowler goes for the Donkey Punch on a now standing Jinx, but he bends down right at the best moment as he rolls through on the canvas. He turns around and Jinx throws him to the other side with a hip toss! Fowler is quick back to his feet, but Jinx nails the front dropkick that sends him stumbling through the ropes! Fowler lands on the outside with a THUD as Beth is now back to a standing position. Jinx runs forward and tries to connect with the running bootscrapes, but Beth drops to a knee just in the nick of time! Jinx gets a foot caught in the ropes for a moment, but turns around to find her opponent, and… STO backbreaker into a neckbreaker slam from Beth to Jinx! Fowler rolls back into the ring and rushes Keaton… Avalanche Sheer Drop Orange Crush Smoothie '91 to Fowler!!! BRIAN MASON: OH MY GOD. That could be it! But Jackie hits the canvas so hard after the move that it causes him to fall to the outside from the apron while Beth was trying to crawl forward and keep him in the ring with no luck. JACK WARREN: So much for that. She hit the move too close to the apron and Jackie accidently rolls out of the ring. Regardless, Beth turns around and dives towards Jinx to make the pin. ONE! TWO! THR-NOPE! Jinx manages to throw up a shoulder from the mat to the astonishment from the crowd! Beth just nods her head some and pats Jinx on the back as a sign of dedication to break the pinfall attempt. Jackie is still dead to the world on the outside. JACK WARREN: Should’ve taken the extra time to roll Jackie back in and she might’ve sealed this one. BRIAN MASON: No one has time for that. I think she played it as smart as she could’ve. Beth reaches down and helps Jinx back to her feet, but looks confronted as she forces herself to keep the pressure on her opponent. Beth whips Jinx into the ropes, but a chop block on the return puts Keaton on her back, then Jinx follows it up with a legdrop! Beth leans forward, holding her gut, but Jinx grabs her by the hair and forces her back to her feet. Chop! Chop! Chop! The smacks can be heard echoing through the arena as Jinx hits Beth square in the chest. Backdrop from Jinx as she is still a little slow getting back to her feet, then leans against the ropes while Beth is still down. BRIAN MASON: Jinx has the ITV Champ on the ropes and I’m not sure Beth knows what to do. JACK WARREN: Finish this… Do it, Jinx. Beth leans up from the hard hitting moves and opens her eyes… HexFall from Jinx!!! Jinx leans forward and grabs one of Beth’s legs to pull it to her own chest as the referee slides into position. ONE! Pause. Jackie slides back into the ring and hits Jinx with a hard stiff knee right to the back of the head to break the pinfall! Fowler pulls Jinx back to her feet by the hair and then twists her arm as it looks like he’s going to irish whip her into the ropes… but nope! Jackie pulls her right back in as hard as he can and connects with the Lancaster Bomb!!! Jinx crumbles to the mat like a sack of bricks. Beth is still seen dead to rights from the HexFall that was delivered to her. Jackie slaps the mat with both hands one good time and crawls forward to Jinx, then lifts a leg as the crowd starts to stir. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEE!!! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of this match and the NEW INTERBRAND TELEVISION CHAMPION…. JACKIIIIIIEEEEEE FOWWWWLLLLLEEEEEERRRRR!!! Beth and Jinx are down and out to the world as Jackie Fowler is the only, and last, person standing. He looks over to both the downed competitors and kip ups right to his feet, throwing out his arms to the side as the crowd goes into boos. BRIAN MASON: Dear God… Jackie Fowler has done it. With the assist to Jinx for putting Beth down while he hit the finishing touches to win this match. Now, our new ITV Champion since he took that loss to Beth at Divine Supremacy. JACK WARREN: You sound like this is a bad thing, Brian? Jackie has been focused on getting that title for a while now and it shows you that hard work DOES pay off. Just like it did for me, it has done the same for Fowler. Real men win real championships. The referee hands over the ITV Championship as he holds it high in the air with one hand, flipping off the crowd with his other. He turns to Beth Keaton. Flips her off. Fowler then turns to Jinx. Flips her the bird. Jackie then climbs the turnbuckle, folds the title over his knee, then raises it high into the air while throwing out some rude words to the crowd. WINNER ( And NEW ITV CHAMPION): JACKIE FOWLER via pinfall (13:27) Edited by Zero McHannon, Oct 10 2016, 12:14 AM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 10 2016, 12:14 AM Post #7 |
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![]() Defiance cameras cut backstage to a close up shot of A.G. III pacing back and forth, biting her lip, before she resumes what had clearly been quite a rant before cameras showed up. A.G. III: This shit’s just fucking ridiculous. I swear this Hall of Fame announcement better be a Purple Heart type shit honoring Sir Pounce for that shit he hadda go through. You think it is? ‘Cause I got him some ointment just in case he gotta look all pretty on camera after that ... She shakes her head A.G. III: …Gah! I can’t believe that shitstain Fowler got traded to our brand! So insulting, like they think we ain’t gonna finish him off for good now. Like there wasn’t enough shit to piss me off with this Hurricane tearing up my state just when I got a gig promoting Florida tourism. Add that to Fowler and Atwater having title matches on the same night? It’s some bullshit, yo. God, Stroker’s stupid face is gonna pay for all this shit in our match later, right Luke? It looks like she’s going to stop as the camera pans out to reveal the No Limits Champion, but lo and behold, she keeps going. A.G. III: ‘Cause really, he’s just the fucking worst. I don’t even care we teaming with a Mexican goat and satan’s mistress, or that we got a human pink slip … way to call yourself a woman’s underwear NERD on the other side. Forget that bitch ass Jinzai too -- or Hinzai as my BJJ Instructor Hicardo would say -- he don’t even deserve to get back in the ring with you after his cheating ass cheated the system. We don’t even gotta worry about how to approach Cincity. Because the human weak link is on their team! Fuck he’s the worst! You seen his tweets? How he and his stupid bowl cut gotta tag his wife every time he mention her because nobody would believe he felt the touch of a woman otherwise? She shakes her head. A.G. III: You don’t gotta do that with your wife SINCE YOU A GROWN ASS ADULT! A GROWN ASS ADULT WITH A FINE ASS PUSSY NAMED SIR POUNCE! So yeah, that’s why I say we stomp his face in so bad he gonna wish we didn’t stomp his face in so bad! Stomp his face in so bad it’ll rub off on Atwater and he’ll be beat up by proxy before he can even make it to get whooped by the prez! Because this is America goddamnit! With a wild pump of her arm, the bottle redhead finally appears to be finished. The screen starts to pull away, showing the No Limits Champion, Luke Wisia, standing next to her with a leash wrapped around his wrist. As the camera pulls out it shows Sir Pounce at the end of the leash, nipping at Luke’s foot. Wisia looks down at his cat, bends low, and pets him. LUKE WISIA Ain’t no need to worry this week, Sir Pounce. We protectin’ you at all costs. You ain’t gonna get butt sexed by anymore cats ON MY WATCH! Wisia straightens back up and clutches one of his hands around the title straddled around his shoulder. LUKE WISIA You makin’ some good points, Alexis. The way I see it Jackie came to Defiance so he can be our bitch for a little longer. He had his cat rape mine cause he still salty bout what happened to him a couple months ago. Alexis nods. A.G. III: And he wrecked my Ducati because he mad my thighs are so much better toned. She concludes, ignoring her debut attack on him and the more recent wrench to the head, before allowing Luke to continue. LUKE WISIA Sounds bout right. All these NERDS on our brand goin’ back to high school for a bit of bullyin’ lessons, and we getta bully some more of those punks tonight! The good thing? Wisia leans over and kisses the No Limits Championship on his shoulder. LUKE WISIA I defended this baby already. That opens the door for me and what I getta do at Catastrophe, unless those fuckwads, Jinzai and Jaxon, keep buttin’ they nose in my business and management thinks it would be a good match. Which I can tell ya right now, IT AIN’T GONNA BE A GOOD MATCH! They keep tellin’ me “No Limits needs to be defended”. Well, what the fuck did you think I did when I beat Brian Mason’s ass? What you think I did last Defiance when Jinzai’s muffintop hair kept him from gettin’ back into the ring to finish the match? I’m doin’ my job, but are they really doin’ theirs? I defend my title. Tried to get the fans involved, but nope. Jinzai and Jaxon ruined that and now they tryna double team while I ain’t the one callin’ on the Reapers to take care of my light work. It’s a sad state this shit is in. Luke’s face scrunches up. LUKE WISIA But I have a feelin’ they ain’t gonna stop until they get what they want. The amount of MENTAL and PHYSICAL abuse I’ve taken over the past couple months is horrifyin’. AND IF THEY WANT A SHOT AT MY NO LIMITS TITLE…. Wait. You know what, Alexis? Wisia begins to think on it some. LUKE WISIA Fuck it. I’ll give those fruitcakes a shot. Jinzai failed how many times now? If Jaxon wrestles that match to match his personality, he’ll be standin’ there all night like a turd on the wall. If I make it a triple threat then they little friendship goes out the window and I have a better chance at defendin’ my title against at least one of them while they playin’ grab ass as besties. THEY AIN’T BESTIES LIKE US THOUGH. He puts a hand on Alexis’ back and continues to think on it. LUKE WISIA I think I got an idea. Catastrophe I’mma defend my No Limits Championship against those butt buddies and prove to everyone that I’m smarter than what it seems. I defended my title twice now by just playin’ it smart and I proved that I can beat Jinzai one on one. Add Jaxon to the match and it causes problems. I’m a genius, yo. KILLIN’ TWO BIRDS WITH ONE FORK! A.G. III is ready to enthusiastically back up his plan, when suddenly she holds up. A.G. III: ... Or, you could just defend against one or neither of ‘em since them other people’s opinions don’t matter. If you did defend against both Hinzai and neglige the thing is, that just makes the chances higher one of them could pin the other. They’d have to beat each other up some to prove they ain’t friends, and one of em could beat the other while doing that, since they ain’t tough as fuck and able to withstand hellfire and brimjobs like you. She raises a finger. A.G. III: Yo, instead what we could do is this, right? The two of us kidnap one of ‘em, drive up to Detroit, put ‘em through the windshield of another of Tristan’s cars … AND WE FRAME THE OTHER FOR IT! Leaning back she bursts into uproarious laughter and Luke’s eyes widen. LUKE WISIA HELL OF AN IDEA! Wisia looks down at the watch around his wrist and raises an eyebrow to A.G. III. LUKE WISIA Bout that time to get ready. I’ll see you out there, Alexis. WE GOT WORK TO DO. BITCHES TO MAKE OUR BITCHES. I don’t wanna see your hurt yourself out there though, this match ain’t mean much until we get to Catastrophe. LET’S NOT OVERDO IT! She nods her head and starts to head off, looking fired up. Alexis and Luke high five. A.G. III: YEAH!!! We got this … unless we decide we got better shit to do, but we got this. With that, she disappears out of view while continuing to fire herself up while Luke walks off in the other direction.. ![]() Cameras transition backstage where Cyncity is seen holding her cellphone up like a mirror as she wipes away the blood dripping down from her bottom lip. CYNCITY: Stupid Raven chica is really really gonna turn me into something she doesn’t want to see. The former FGA World champion releases a frustration filled sigh as she slides her phone into the top of her gear. CYNCITY: I’m not letting this happen again. I’m not. People aren’t ruining this for me. I CAME BACK TO BE A FREAKING CHAMPION AGAIN! NOT TO WASTE MY TIME WITH SOME INSECT ON THE WINDSHIELD LIKE RAVEN APOLLYON! Too pissed off to think logically, Cyn spins around and starts punching the nearest wall with a hammerfist over and over again until a voice gets her attention. ???: You know you probably won’t be able to punch through a brick wall, right? Cyncity spins around and sees Brian Stryker leaning against the wall. He's holding a coffee cup as he takes a sip. BRIAN STRYKER: You're pissed. I get that. Best option is use that tonight in the tag match. We all have a reason to just beat someone to a pulp in that match, but we need to stay focused. We don't act like a team? We're DOA. It is at that moment that Jaxon Queen makes his way into the shot, though it doesn’t seem to be on purpose. Whistling, the young man is staring down at his phone texting away. Once he sends the text, Queen looks up and sees that he’s somehow found two out of three of his teammates by accident. JAXON QUEEN: Oh. Well, I really need to watch where I’m going when I’m texting. Letting out a small chuckle, Jaxon slips his phone back into his jacket’s right pocket before turning back to his teammates. JAXON QUEEN: So what’s this? We’re having a little team building experience and whatnot? Trying to make sure we’re all on the same page? Jaxon gets a nod from Brian. JAXON QUEEN: Good. I don’t really care much about who you guys want to go after, but the one thing I’d love to do more than anything else tonight is hand Luke Wisia a loss. And I’m sure we’ve all got different agendas heading into this eight man clusterfuck, but I’ll gladly watch your backs as long as you watch mine. As far as I’m concerned, all I want is to go out there, suplex some people, and pick up the team win. Hell, I don’t even care which one of us gets the fall. As long as Luke Wisia gets sent home a loser, everything is okay with me. Cyn shoots both Brian and Jaxon a blank stare, her eyes blinking hard. She goes to say something, but stops once she sees a familiar face walking in the group's direction. CYNCITY: You might as well join the party too, bubba. Both Jaxon & Stryker turn to look, eyebrows raised as Jinzai approached the trio. Instead of his usual Anime Inspired wrestling gear and much to their amusement, he’s wearing a Flash stylized hoodie. At being seen by Cyn, he leaps into action. JINZAI: JUSTICE LEAGUE, ASSEMBLE. LET US PLAN A COURSE OF ACTION TO STOP THE EVIL LEGION OF DOOM Laughing a little, Jinzai flips back the hoodie and looks around with a smile. JINZAI: No, no seriously, what’s up guys. Brian just sighs as he shakes his head. BRIAN STRYKER: Just making sure we are all on the same page. I'm not letting any of this asshats have anything to tag about tonight. So you in Blur? Before Jinzai can answer, Cyncity speaks up and starts walking away from the males. CYNCITY: This is dumb. Pointless too. We’re all on the same page, and I’m pretty sure all of us have the same goal tonight. We want to win, right? Yaaaaaaaaaaaas! She replies for the group. CYNCITY: So yeah. Seems like we’re all the same page. I’m above these little pow-wows though so if you boys wanna get your mighty morphers out and transform into whatever you need to become to win this match tonight? Do that. She turns her head back, glancing at the trio as they stared back at her. CYNCITY: Oh, and make sure you guys follow my lead tonight, kay? I am the tag team ICON in this little Justice League thingy here so it’d best for every one of us to make sure we do what Cyncity tells us to do. That includes me too, kay?! Brian goes to answer, but Cyn turns around and ignores him as she skips down the hall. CYNCITY: Kay! Byeeeee Wonderdudes! Brian just shakes his head as he looks at his coffee cup. BRIAN STRYKER: I need a refill. Peace out Defenders. Brian turns the opposite direction of Cyncity and walks off, finishing the last of his coffee. Jinzai shakes his head, placing an arm around Queen’s shoulder as he gave a pout. JINZAI: They used to be such good kids… so playful and fun. He went silent for a few seconds, before shaking out of his “funk” and turning towards Queen with a bright grin. JINZAI: But on the plus side… we get Luke tonight with next to no chance of him running away from us, and a way to cut him off if he does. You thinking what I’m thinking? Queen grins. JAXON QUEEN: Yeah, I’m thinking what you’re thinking. Jaxon and Jinzai then both nod at one another before they head off in the same direction, the scene slowly fading out afterwards. 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 stand poised with microphones in their hands. BRIAN MASON: Here comes the HKW World Tag Team Champions, Sine Mora, who are coming off what is their most impressive title defense yet last week on Defiance. JACK WARREN: Look, they’re one helluva team, The Man recognizes that. The Man also recognizes the fact that Surgical Tendencies had that match won had it not been for the Flava Bros and I, for many, am happy that they now on SubVersion where they can screw up things over there. The two champions take their sweet time as they slowly walk down the entrance ramp. The cameraman makes sure to get a nice shot of the Hard Knox Wrestling World Tag Team title belts as they make their ways to the base of the entrance. BRIAN MASON: Look at the swagger these two are carrying to the ring. JACK WARREN: Brian if you were half the announcer that they are a tag team, you would be more comfortable around women. After they have passed through the ropes, Scarlet makes her way to the opposite side of the ring. She hops up and places her rump on the top rope. After crossing her legs, she looks out at the crowd. For whatever reason, they are pretty silent at; perhaps they’re awaiting what’s about to be said. SCARLET FLINT: You motherfuckers like cheering, yeah? Y’all cheer Ashley Marie Chase; y’all cheer Brian Stryker. Oh, but yall aint gonna’ put ya hands together for the longest reigning HKW World Tag Team Champions? Aint that some shit… For comments get a rise out of a portion of the crowd as then begin to boo her. SCARLET FLINT: It’s cool tho’. I figured y’all wouldn’t. Like I said a few weeks ago—you bitches don’t want us here! You didn’t want us in this in position, you didn’t want us in this spot, and you didn’t want us holding these tag team belts. You despise us, right? Scarlet smirks. SCARLET FLINT: And, that’s perfectly fine. Ya’ see, Sine Mora don’t really give a fuck about your wants . She raises a finger. SCARLET FLINT: But, deep down in our dark lil’ hearts, we do care about your needs . Artemis and I are two small, Hobbit sized creatures. They say we aint built to stand against all the hulking masses that roam HKW. And yet, we did. We did Beer Beer and Page couldn’t. We did defended these belts against any team willing to fight—HKW, RISE, didn’t matter. Yall coulda’ fly in challengers from any promotion. FGA, 4CW, Aunt Jimmy-May’s Wrestling Extravaganza—we woulda’ tapped that ass. She lets out a small laugh. SCARLET FLINT: Me and Artemis? We been Gucci in all the places when been at. We kick ass and thrive wherever we go. Yall needed us —period. ARTEMIS KAISER: Five defenses. You know that means, right? I hope you all do, because Scarlet and I have been looking forward for that fifth defense since we got our hands on these belts. We conquered the tag team division, we have forced people to make moves here. Yet, for every team, minus a few, we have defeated them. So it is now a matter of waiting until our last challengers bring their asses down here and get the gift that never stops giving: a beating by the hands of Sine Mora. ARTEMIS KAISER: It doesn’t matter who it is. Beer Beer can drag someone new out here and get beat. A RISE team can press their luck. The Pretty Committee can get the best makeover they could possibly get. The people should be the proper number one contenders, Team DLC, can come and SQUANDER their undefeated streak and their chances at glory. With a sinister laugh, some of the fans begin to boo her. She sneers at them. ARTEMIS KAISER: I get it, I get it. You all want them to win. Personally, I would be striking Inferno poses if I wasn’t planning on breaking both of his arms so he can’t do it. But anyways, Scarlet and I want to get this done as immediate as possible, so where’s our opponents? Come on, fear is unbecoming of your egotistical lot. As she finishes up, the instrumental version of “Unnecessary” by Childish Gambino begins to play over the speakers and out come DeMarcus Gresham and William Alexander Andrews, Surgical Tendencies, both dressed to compete and with microphones in hands. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Whoooaaa there. I’m sorry Artemis, maybe I hit you a bit too hard on Defiance Fifty-One but, did you say the proper number one contenders, Team DLC? DeMarcus, did you hear that too? DeMarcus gives an ego filled smirk before nodding his partner's way a bit. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: I heard fallacies and falsehoods myself William. Perhaps they didn't read nor hear that the two and only two deserving of the positions they speak of are now standing before them. Perhaps they believe with beating the recently traded mongrel brothers they are somehow done with us. The mindset of inferiors, always good old fashioned humor. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: See, I’ll explain it to you two in layman terms, so you two can understand what DeMarcus said, because DeMarcus can be wordy at times. Just because you pinned the Flava Bros in a match that we were in, doesn’t mean we’re just going to the back of the line. No, the line starts and ends with us. Not DLC, not the newly acquired Pretty Committee. We, pinned the Flava Bros to earn a number one contendership that we have yet to receive. We deserve a shot at those championships, team versus team. No third team made up of disrespectful ingrates to ruin our opportunity. Just Surgical Tendencies and the lauded Sine Mora. Scarlet rolls her eyes. SCARLET FLINT: Yall motherfuckers talk too damn much. All you had to say was, ‘aye Artemis and Scarlito, yall beat them other bitches, not us.’ But naw, yall wanta add all that extra bull. She hops off her perch. SCARLET FLINT: Let’s cut the shit. You want another shot at me and Artemis—yes or naw? William looks at DeMarcus saying “it can’t be this easy” off the microphone. They both look back at the ring. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Yes. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: The slow and helpless deserve to be lead. It is far from balderdash. It was to your benefit believe me…Indeed. Artemis and Scarlet quickly exchange; they both nod. SCARLET FLINT: Despite Demarcus failing to follow instructions, we’re still going to you give you a chance to face Sine Mora... ARTEMIS KAISER: Right now. The crowd roars for the challenge, as all eyes turn to Surgical Tendencies for their response. DeMarcus looks puzzled for a moment although agreeing with the moment. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: ...I said indeed. Instruction followed, yes?….women. Gresham shrugs completely indifferent and starts rolling his shoulder in preparation. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: The only way we’re coming down there and embarrassing you two tonight, is if after we do that, we get the shot we’ve deserved for weeks now. And if you beat us, and that’s just a hypothetical that’ll never see the light of day, we’ll back off and let some other team step up, and ultimately fail to do what we can. Scarlet rolls her eyes. SCARLET FLINT: Bitch, we aint ran from a fight before; you think we gona’ do so now? Ya terms are agreed to. Now, if you and Bruce Banner would kindly leave your leave textbooks in the back and join us in this ring, that would be great. ARTEMIS KAISER: As my lovely sister said, you need to stop talking so much and make your way down here. If you don’t, we’ll make the ass kicking far worse. DeMarcus and William drop their mics and begin to walk down to the ring as Sine Mora prepare for them. 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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 10 2016, 12:18 AM Post #8 |
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![]() NON-TITLE TAG MATCH Sine Mora vs Surgical Tendencies DING! DING! DING! BRIAN MASON: Welcome back to Defiance, and we have an unscheduled match happening in front of us right now. Sine Mora, the HKW World Tag Team Champions are taking on Surgical Tendencies, who clearly came ready to fight tonight on Defiance, whether it was against the tag champs or someone else. I guess William and DeMarcus were looking to, one way or another, back up their big talk. JACK WARREN: These guys have had what, three matches as a team? Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was the future of this division. They said it themselves, if it was just them and Sine Mora, they’d be the champions right now and The Man agrees with them. It wasn’t William or DeMarcus getting pinned. It was a Flava Bro. William Alexander Andrews and DeMarcus Gresham discuss their plan as Scarlet takes the lead for the champions. After the ref tells Surgical Tendencies to decide, William exits the ring, allowing DeMarcus to start the match off. Scarlet sizes up all 257 pounds of enlightenment of DeMarcus, who chuckles as he tells Flint to show him why she’s a savage. Flint plays it safer and laughs. The two circle the ring before the go for a lock-up, Flint using both her quickness and her size to her advantage and slips out and kicks DeMarcus in the back of the knee. She points to her head, seemingly mocking DeMarcus’ opinion of himself. DeMarcus shakes it off and attempts to back Scarlet into a corner, but like a cornered animal, Scarlet attacks. Pushing off the bottom turnbuckle, Scarlet hits DeMarcus with a strong forearm that stuns the larger opposition. Scarlet again kicks the back of Gresham’s knee, bringing him to a knee. Scarlet backs up and leaps, attempting a Last Exile. DeMarcus brings himself back to dodge the move that , the thud of Scarlet’s boot hitting the mat with force. She stares DeMarcus down as he sweeps her legs, going for a cover. ONE! KICKOUT! Scarlet gets her shoulder up, but Gresham grabs her arm and uses his strength advantage to hit Scarlet with an arm drag that he holds onto, locking in an armbar. He puts his knee into the neck of Flint as she lets out a yell that seemed more from frustration than pain. Gresham rings her arm back a bit and she lets out a yell that is without question, from pain. BRIAN MASON: I can think of maybe one place I’d rather not be in more than in that position that Scarlito is in. JACK WARREN: Normally I’d have a comment, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now. We’ve seen Scarlet in this sort of position before, she’s come out of it before. BRIAN MASON: Is that...respect? JACK WARREN: Look, Sine Mora are crazy, intense, whatever word you want to use, but Brian, they’ve defended those tag titles four times, held the titles more than anyone else, I don’t like them, but I respect them….as much as I can at least. The fans start to get behind Scarlet, attempting to get her to her feet. Scarlet begins to feed off of it, getting to a knee, then to her feet with DeMarcus using his weight to keep the armbar on as much as he can. Scarlet turns into Gresham’s torso and hits him with a couple elbows, freeing herself up enough to get away from DeMarcus and to her corner. She tags in Artemis while attempting to get the feeling back in her arm. DeMarcus backs up to his corner, talking to William who asks for the tag. The fourth generational wrestler comes into the ring, stretching his neck as he looks across at another member of a wrestling family. William, asks Artemis how her face is feeling while Artemis just smirks and asks him the same question. She approaches William with her hands up ready to strike while while William, taking a traditional amatuer wrestling stance, makes his way towards one half of the tag team champions. William attempts to go high and grab Kaiser’s head, but Artemis sees it and sidesteps, throwing a right hook into William’s side. William grabs his side as Artemis stays on him, alternating between hooks and elbows into William. With William in a neutral corner, Artemis grabs Andrews and gets him in a Muay Thai clinch, throwing knees into his chest and head as the ref counts to five. She lets go at four and tags in Scarlet. Kaiser whips her partner at William and Scarlet connects with a running European Uppercut, that knocks William to the floor. She shoots the half as she rolls Andrews over for a cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Using William’s momentum, Scarlet rolls the generational talent over to his stomach and she continues what her partner started as she begins to knee William in the side. She backs up as he gets to his his hands and knees, but she kicks him in the stomach, sending him back a bit. William rolls out of the ring, grabbing his ribs as DeMarcus drops down from the apron to regroup with his partner and work out their next move. JACK WARREN: You know why Sine Mora have been so dominant? They are so alike when it comes to their styles. Sure you can say Artemis is more refined but they both just rain down on an opponent and William, unfortunately is feeling that. BRIAN MASON: Do you think the spontaneity of this match helps Sine Mora? JACK WARREN: It may, but you said earlier that Surgical Tendencies were dressed to compete, so maybe this was a part of their plan the whole time, I believe it was. Using the ref’s count to his advantage, William circles the ring, drawing the ire of Artemis who screams at William to fight like a man. William jumps up on the apron, wiping his feet before he gets back in before the ref hits ten. William, again taking a traditional amatuer wrestling stance, circles Scarlet who puts her hands up. William shoots the leg and gets it, lifting up Scarlet as she attempts to fight him off. William plants Scarlet into the mat, holding onto the leg, he puts Scarlet into a Single Leg Boston Crab. BRIAN MASON: And there’s the talent of William Alexander Andrews, just quickly getting a hold of Scarlet’s leg and not letting go. JACK WARREN: It wasn’t just the ability, you can tell when someone is a natural, he did that with no doubt, no wasted motion. Was it as fluid as I would have done it? No, but it was damn close. Scarlet is able to fight towards the ropes but William drags her away. Scarlet fights William off and gets to the out-stretched hand of Artemis to tag her in. Artemis charges at William who turns to Artemis just in time to catch her. He struggles to keep his ground as he’s pushed back, eventually the tenacity of Artemis drives William into his corner. DeMarcus tags William’s back as Artemis drives her shoulder into William’s gut. She doesn’t see DeMarcus who lifts Artemis up for back suplex, but Artemis flips over and lands over her feet. She throws herself at the back of DeMarcus’ right knee, chopping down the bigger man. As Artemis stomps on DeMarcus’ knee, William charges past her and takes out Scarlet with a running forearm strike. Artemis turns around and hits William with a Falcon Punch that floors William. She rolls William out of the ring, and yells some words at him that the camera faintly picks up. As she turns around, DeMarcus levels her with a shoulder block. He shakes out his knee before lifting Kaiser to her feet. BRIAN MASON: And now DeMarcus whips Artemis hard into the corner...oof! She’s got to have whiplash JACK WARREN: That’s all Surgical Tendencies needed, one opening to use their size and strength advantage. And now Gresham is just bullying Kaiser around the ring while Scarlet just can just stand on the apron and watch. DeMarcus pulls Artemis by the arm to his corner and tags William in. William kicks Artemis in the back as she rolls over, while laughing. After returning some verbal jabs of his own, William lifts Artemis’ leg around his neck and bends Kaiser’s body locking in the Cowboy Collar. While her partner is close, Scarlet can’t reach Artemis’ hand to tag in. Artemis refuses to give up, telling the ref no at every crossing. Finally Scarlet jumps into the ring and breaks up the hold, driving William off her partner with a kick to his chest. As the ref backs Scarlet to her corner, DeMarcus comes into the ring and crotches as William catapult Artemis into the air and DeMarcus hits a clothesline that levels her. William exits the ring as DeMarcus throws Artemis into a neutral corner and begins to throw heavy hands into her mid-section. He throws Kaiser to the ground and goes for a basic cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: This is the kind of match The Man has been waiting for in the tag division! It's beautiful watching Rome being built. BRIAN MASON: Come on Jack, you can’t be serious. DeMarcus isn’t even the legal man! DeMarcus whips Artemis into the ropes and she ducks under his big boot, and bounces off the opposite ropes. She levels DeMarcus with a single-leg dropkick BRIAN MASON: FALCON KICK! DeMarcus is down! Look at Scarlet JACK WARREN: Look at that broad! She’s itching to get in. As Artemis crawls towards Scarlet, William gets in the ring to get to DeMarcus, but the ref steps in the way and stops him. As the ref gets William back out of the ring, Artemis tags in Scarlet and she runs in and hits DeMarcus with a single-leg dropkick of her own, but as she gets up, the ref is there backing her back to her corner, never seeing the tag. Scarlet is furious at the “bullshit” she’s seeing. BRIAN MASON: This is just insane. I can appreciate the refe trying to control this match, but Sine Mora are getting the short end of the stick here. JACK WARREN: Calm yourself Brian, William’s back in anyways so what are you complaining about? William, now in the ring, meets Artemis in the middle of the ring grabs her by the hair, pulling her head back. He lets go and unleashes a wicked chop across the chest the echoes throughout the arena. Then another, then another, and the last one that drops Artemis to her knees. William pulls her to the turnbuckle then climbs to the middle turnbuckle. William leaps off for a double ax handle, but Artemis, with all her energy left, leaps up and cracks William in the chest with a kick, leveling William. BRIAN MASON: GOOD LORD! That Chestburster! JACK WARREN: Artemis needs to get to Scarlet and make the tag otherwise she’s done! Artemis crawls towards Scarlet as William opts to stop Artemis than tag in DeMarcus. William grabs Artemis’ ankle but it’s too late as the savage Scarlet sprints into the ring and ducks under a right hand from William and cracks DeMarcus with a running palm strike, knocking the Enlightened one off the apron. She turns to William and sidesteps his charge and he crashes into his corner. He turns and eats a rapid selection of palm strikes that stun him. Scarlet kicks him in the knee to drop the fourth generational wrestler to one knee. The crowd anticipates Scarlet as she backs up to her corner. She hop steps and takes off, towards William BRIAN MASON: Here comes the Death Note- NO! William ducked it. He rolls her up. ONE! TWO! DeMarcus grabs William’s arm from outside the ring and pulls him for leverage THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner....SURGICAL TENDENCIES!!! William rolls out of the ring and into the arms of DeMarcus as they back up the ramp to “Unnecessary” while Scarlet looks at them, then the ref. JACK WARREN: Get a good look at those two gentlemen of tradition and enlightenment, because they’re defense #5 for Sine Mora now. BRIAN MASON: Oh come on, you have to be kidding me! DeMarcus was grabbing William’s arm for leverage on the pin. JACK WARREN: No he wasn’t. I saw the whole thing, BRIAN MASON: Yes he was, this match shouldn’t be over. Surgical Tendencies just stole this victory. JACK WARREN: It balances out the win they were stolen of at Divine Supremacy. Justice has been served for Surgical Tendencies! Artemis comes to as she approaches Scarlet. Scarlet explains to her what happens as the ref leaves the ring to raise the hands of DeMarcus and William WINNER: Surgical Tendencies via pinfall (16:56) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 10 2016, 12:26 AM Post #9 |
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![]() The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Eli Zayn is only just now catching up to a very intense, and uncharacteristically fired up looking Shane Atwater, clearly still fuming after the events of earlier in the evening ELI ZAYN: Shane! Shane! Can I get a word on just...what the Hell went down earlier tonight? Shane rubs his jaw, that heated look in his eyes only intensifying as he turns his attentions to the announcer. SHANE ATWATER: What went down? What went down, Eli?! Evening odds. That’s what. Leveling the playing field. THAT...was a handful of fucking clowns getting a little taste of what they deserve, Eli. Shane pauses momentarily, swallowing back anger. SHANE ATWATER: RIP thinks they run shit on Defiance. And over the last few weeks, you would have been hard-pressed to argue the point, even I’ll admit that. But it’s one thing to claim the ground, Eli. It’s another fucking thing entirely to hold it. RIP wants Defiance, they’re going to have to go to war for it. And what they’re going to realize after tonight, after I took out their errand boys...when I take back the World Championship that was STOLEN from me, from around Lance Winter’s waist...That they’ve entered into a war where the casualties for their side are going to be far...FAR beyond “acceptable”. I am do---- Shane’s eyes immediately go wide with anger, as there’s the sound of a slow clap from across the way. SHANE ATWATER: Oh, You wanna start this right here, right now? Come the fuck on then. Shane immediately forces Eli to one side, ready for a fight, as the camera quickly pans around to see the current HKW World Champion, and the President of the Reapers, Lance Winters with a grin on his face as he looks upon the former World Champion. LANCE WINTERS: OOHHH WHY SO hostile, Shane? C’mon, you have to LIGHTEN UP A little bit. Winters looks over to Eli and winks over at him. LANCE WINTERS: HOW’S IT GO there, Eli? HOW’S THE INTERVIEWING gig going, huh? Atwater again urges Eli out of the way, moving fully into Winter’s line of sight. SHANE ATWATER: Nah. No fireside chat with Eli tonight. You and me. What, you couldn’t drum up a few more prospects to try and feed me my teeth tonight? AG III’s ignorant ass not up for getting her arm broken for the bossman? Luke and Viktor too busy with Reaper business to help the Prez? What’s the play now, Lance? You’re the man with the plan, right? Or did you just come back here to wish me good luck before a couple of your buddies try and mow me down in the parking lot later? The Prez playfully frowns over at Shane and takes a step forward towards him. LANCE WINTERS: Oh, Shane...ALL I WANTED TO DO is come and wish you GOOD LUCK. You know, be the FUN LOVING FAIR competitor that WISHES OTHERS GOOD LUCK. Can I not wish you some GOOD LUCK tonight? I mean… He shrugs. LANCE WINTERS: You’re walking into a LOSING BATTLE. Well not even THAT, MORE LIKE YOUR very own death party. THE LEAST I CAN DO is wish you good luck. That’s a lot more fitting than some boss WISHING YOU LUCK IN YOUR FUTURE endeavours right after BENDING YOU OVER AND FUCKING YOU relentlessly out of your job. Isn’t it? Shane sneers slightly, taking a step of his own closer to Lance, champion and challenger now easily within striking distance of one another. SHANE ATWATER: A losing battle. That’s funny, man. You know...seems to me, I’ve fought a lot of ‘losing battles’ since I got here. Lot of people have thought they could beat me down. Drive me out. Hell, one of them even came close. But none of them...NONE OF THEM, Lance...have succeeded. The McClearys wanted to run me out when I first got here. They’re gone. Jack Warren spent the better part of a year trying to kill everything I ever cared about...and he’s sitting out there, half-crippled yelling on TV. Your pet bitch sergeant-at-arms was going to beat me to death and end my career...and now he’s back to rolling over every time Daddy Lance tells him too. Hell, your own fucking guys tried to go ahead and put me on the shelf last week...Skip on down to the trainer’s room, ask them how that went for them. Everybody keeps trying, Lance...Nobody succeeds. And let me tell you something. A little secret. Shane takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a threatening whisper. SHANE ATWATER: You aren’t the one. He takes a step back, volume rising again. SHANE ATWATER: You aren’t, Lance. You aren’t the guy. Crazy a motherfucker as you are, as many goons as you got on your payroll...You aren’t gonna be the guy. Hell, you got closer than anybody else. Beat me half to death and back. You’re gonna save me the trouble? Plan my own funeral, right here tonight? Nah, man. The only thing dying here tonight, is this miserable fucking reign of yours at the top. Premature, right here in the womb. And when I break you? When your title reign dies a death, in the middle of that ring? So does your little gang of asshole’s death grip on this show, Winters. You think you’re gonna be the one that puts me down, Lance…get used to disappointment. Lance stares at Shane for a moment not saying a word. Just taking it all in that Shane had to say to him. Lance nods as he flashes a smirk. LANCE WINTERS: You know what, SHANE? You feel that? Hmm? Lance looks back to the cameraman. LANCE WINTERS: You people SEE THAT? He looks back over to Atwater still smirking. LANCE WINTERS: The passion running through your veins. PURE PASSION. The passion that’s making the heart of YOUR PUMP every single time. That passion that’s giving you every ounce of HOPE IN LIFE. The same passion that’s giving a lot of FOLKS OUT THERE a certain feeling inside of them some GROWTH INSIDE. I sure as hell feel it...I see that spark in your eyes. YOU MEAN BUSINESS, DON’T ya, boy? Winters doesn’t say anything else as he nods some more. LANCE WINTERS: Yeah...Yeah I like that about you, Shane. You’re NOT LIKE THESE OTHER punk sonsofbitches that DARE TAKE A FOOTSTEP around here. That run their mouths about DOING SOMETHING to the Reapers...But never have anything to show for it. I respect that, Shane. I really do. BUT EVEN WITH ALL THAT PASSION inside of you, it’s not gonna be enough to take back this here CHAMPIONSHIP. I may LIKE YA. Might even RESPECT YA MORE when this is ALL SAID AND DONE but… The World Champion sighs. LANCE WINTERS: It’s not gonna save you from the PATH YOU FOLLOWING. I could tell you to just WALK AWAY. But it’s a little bit too late for that and we’re a long ways from TURNING BACK now ain’t we? DO US both a favor before I put YOU OUT OF YA misery….Fight like hell huh? AND HAVE FUN. Winters giggles and turns around. He waves as he begins to walk away. LANCE WINTERS: TOODLES, fellas. Atwater stares daggers after Winters as he walks out of the frame, taking a breath and sighing heavily. He doesn’t say a word after that, merely giving a cursory glance toward Eli, before nodding to himself, and walking in the opposite direction, as the camera cuts away. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is an eight man tag match scheduled for one fall! "House of 1000 Corpses" By Rob Zombie hits the P.A system and the arena turns pitch black. Red lights flash around the arena and the fans cheer and chant for the little spitfire from Chicago, Nicole Hamilton. Nicole comes out skipping in her quirky but cute ways, twirling her body back and forth at the top of the stage. As the fans cheer, Nikki skips down the ramp, twirling her dark hair, sliding into the ring grinning and twirling her hair, sneakily. WHISPER VIPERI: introducing first, she is NICOLE HAMILTON! Yeah... I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God... Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side... " "Flexicution” by Logic blared throughout the arena! The audience erupted into a swarm of boos for the Crowned Royalty Champion. The lights dimmed down. Red, white, and green strobe lights were rained down via the production crew as a homage to The Fleexican’s culture! Fran walked out from behind the curtain, the strobe lights swishing past her. She held her 2016 Mid-Year Miracle On The Mic Knoxer Award in hand which only intensified the hatred the audience let be felt by the people watching Defiance in the comfort of their own homes. Fran stopped once she reached the middle of the ramp - lifting her free balled up fist up high… The strobe lights ceased, bringing the normal venue lights back into play! "Like this that flexicution" Fran proceeded on and rolled into the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: And her partner, she is FRAN! The arena blackens, until the Knoxotron lights up as one character by one, A-G -3 is spelled out in red lettering. Boos start to fill the arena, and "Dysfunctional" by Tech N9ne hits the speakers. As the intro finishes, a single spotlight illuminates the top of the stage, showing A.G. III flexing with her back to the ramp so her RIP jacket can be prominently displayed. She quickly whirls around and starts slowly making her way down the ramp, mumbling to herself and jawjacking back and forth with jeering fans, the spotlight following her the whole time. As she reaches the ring, she bounces on the balls of her feet before performing an explosive leap to land on the ring apron. Aggressively stepping through the ropes, she takes the center of the ring quickly, and then performs a leaping roundhouse kick. After landing on her feet she starts giving an expletive ridden rant about how great she is, while the lights come back on. Tossing her jacket aside as she storms over to her corner, she yells that "WE PLAYIN BY A.G. III RULES NOW BITCH," before front kicking the top turnbuckle pad to hype herself up. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, she is AG3!!! "Crazy Man" by Block McCloud hits the speaker as the fans get real loud in a wave of boos. A pyro of sparks shoot up from the ramp, up to the stage and then everything grows an eerie red through the area while the top of the stage is has red smoke. Luke Wisia walks from the back and onto the ramp wearing a cocky smile. The smoke drifts away, leaving Luke standing at the top and look around at the ground to the music and jeers. The fans start to chant "Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy, Cra-Zy" overtop of Luke's music as he pauses from walking down the ramp and taps himself on the chests, looking over to the fans and replying "That's right". When he reaches in front of the ring, there's fan all around leaning over the barrier and throwing hate his way, but he gives them all a small laugh and narrows his eyes as he nods his head. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks around at the crowd on his knees, using the corner to pull himself up. Luke whips his body off the ropes a few times before jumping on the middle one and using the top rope as support, leaning over and returns yelling at the fans in the manner they were yelling at him. After taking off his RIP jacket, he paces one half of the ring, grabbing his hair from time to time, and waiting for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, he is the reigning No Limits champion...LUKE WISIA!!! The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him. He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms and shouting "Reborn" before hopping down onto the floor. WHISPER VIPERI: And their opponent, he is BRIAN STRYKER!!! 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 his partner, she is CYNCITY!!! "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans. After making his way down the ramp, Jaxon slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, climbs the nearby corner, and removes his hoodie before tossing it to the outside. After hopping off, he makes his way over to his corner as he awaits for the match to start. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, he is JAXON QUEEN!!! A countdown clock plays on the tron as the arena darkens, causing the fans to cheer as they started counting along with the clock. As the clock ticks closer and closer to 0, the anticipation grew as the chanting grew louder. TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAME! The guitar intro for Motörhead's "The Game" filled the building and the fans erupt as the lights came up, revealing Jinzai standing on stage. He places a hand up to his ear and listens to the response, motioning for them to keep it going, before flipping it back and revealing a confident smirk on his face. It's all about the game, and how you play it. All about control, and if you can take it. All about your debt, and if you can pay it. It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it! He walked down the aisle way, bumping fists and giving high fives to the younger members of the audience, before coming to a stop midway down the aisle as he looks up at the ring. His grin widening, he wasted no time as he sprints down to the ring and dives through the bottom and middle ropes, immediately running to the nearest top rope and posing for the crowd. He hopped down off of the top rope and tosses his hooded vest out of the ring, before he began to dart around the ring, bouncing off of the ropes as he warmed up for the match. He then walked over to a corner, hopping up to the top rope and laying across as he talked to his team. WHISPER VIPERI: And their partner, he is JINZAI!!! The teams discuss their gameplans before the ref calls for the bell! EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH BRIAN STRYKER/CYNCITY/JAXON QUEEN/JINZAI vs AG3/FRAN/LUKE WISIA/NICOLE HAMILTON DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Jaxon and AG3 are the first two to start things off. The RIP member and the Killer of Fuckboys meet in the center of the ring before AG3 catches him with a kick to the gut and puts him into a headlock! She shows off to the audience and even looks over at Luke for approval, but that is cut short as Jaxon slowly lifts her up, not because he’s struggling to, but because he wants to scare the piss out of her, before planting her with a back suplex! BRIAN MASON: AG3 thought she had the upper hand on Jaxon Queen, but I think she just realized how strong he actually is. JACK WARREN: Yeah, he’s strong. But he doesn’t have the brains that Luke Wisia and AG3 do! Brian Mason, who is taking a sip from his water bottle, begins to choke on it after that statement from Jack Warren. Meanwhile, in the ring, Jaxon quickly gets to his feet and deadlifts AG3 up before dropping her back down onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex! Eyes on the No Limits champion, Jaxon then pulls AG3 up by the hair before tossing her into an unoccupied corner. He then runs forward, but AG3 catches him with a boot to the face that sends him stumbling backwards. AG3 quickly rushes to her corner after that and tags in Nicole, clearly wanting nothing to do with Jaxon. BRIAN MASON: Looks like Nicole now has to go toe-to-toe with Jaxon. JACK WARREN: Think she’s ever cut a dude’s d- BRIAN MASON: DO WE HAVE TO CUT OFF YOUR MIC FOR THE REST OF THIS SHOW?! Nicole races in, but runs right into a discus lariat that turns her inside out, courtesy of Jaxon Queen! Queen then gets to his feet and looks over at Wisia again, telling him that this is coming for him. Jaxon grabs Nicole’s arm after that and drags her over to his corner before tagging out to Brian Stryker. Stryker hits the ring and takes a few steps away from the cornered Hamilton before running forward and hitting a hesitation corner dropkick! Brian then gets to his feet and drags Nicole out of the corner before covering her, hooking both legs as he did so! BRIAN MASON: And we have the first attempt at a fall here after that hesitation dropkick! ONE! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Stryker knew that wasn’t going to be it, right? He can’t be that dumb to think that was going to be it. Stryker gets to his feet after the kickout and quickly tags out to Jinzai, who enters the ring and immediately stomps away at the former Bloodlust champion. He then sets her up in a corner before firing off with multiple chops to the chest, then hitting a quick snap suplex! Jinzai gets to his feet afterwards and looks over at Luke before he runs back over to Nicole and hits a corner splash! Jinzai then tags out to Cyncity, who enters the ring to a big pop. BRIAN MASON: And Cyncity is finally in the match! JACK WARREN: Let’s hope she can handle a crazy bitch like Nicole Hamilton, though she’s dealing with Raven and I’m not very sure who’s actually crazier from those two. Cyncity grabs Nicole by the head and slowly pulls her out of the corner before catching her with a spin kick to the gut. Cyncity then sends her to the ropes. The former Bloodlust champion then bounces back and runs right into a single knee facebreaker from the former two-time PDW Tag Team champion! Cyn turns Nicole over afterwards and hooks the outside leg as she goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: Cyncity going for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JACK WARREN: Not enough to put crazy away. She might need more than that with someone like Nicole. Cyncity quickly gets to her feet and grabs Nicole as well before she irish whips her into a corner. Cyn then charges right at Nicole and catches her with a dropkick that sends her falling to the mat! The Sex Sells member then quickly exits through the ropes and out onto the apron before climbing up the corner. However, once she got to the top, Fran came nearby and distracted her long enough for Nicole to shove her off the top rope and to the ground outside! BRIAN MASON: Oh god! JACK WARREN: CRASH AND BURN, BAYBAY! Nicole lets out a sigh after managing to toss Cyn off the top rope before she tags out to Fran. Fran hops off of the apron and grabs Cyncity before tossing her back first into the barricade with all the strength that she has! She then rolls Cyncity back into the ring before sliding in herself and quickly mounting herself on top of her fierce rival, firing off with lefts and rights! BRIAN MASON: Now Fran is taking advantage of her dirty work! JACK WARREN: What are you blubbering on about? Fran was just trying to wipe her boots on the apron and Cyncity took her eyes off of the ball! BRIAN MASON: But- JACK WARREN: AAAAAAAAAAND it was Nicole who shoved her off the top rope, not Fran! Fran gets to her feet after she’s hand enough of trying to punch Cyncity’s head in and motions for Cyncity to do the same. Once the Philadelphian gets to her feet, she turns right into a jumping spinning heel kick that floors her! Fran, knowing that this could be her chance to pin Cyncity, quickly goes for the cover! BRIAN MASON: A jumping spinning heel kick may just put this match away! JACK WARREN: I sure as hell think it just did! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Cyncity powers out, getting a huge pop from the audience! Fran gets to her feet and yells at the audience, telling them to shut up. She seems to almost lose it as they start chanting Cyn’s name, but Luke tags in, taking her attention away from them and shifting it to him. He tells her to take her meds before she exits out onto the apron and he goes to work on Cyncity, applying a headlock and just laying on the mat as he begins talking shit to the other team. BRIAN MASON: That scum Luke Wisia is finally in the match! JACK WARREN: You’re still mad that he beat you up? I got one word for you; letitgo! Luke finally gets Cyncity to her feet after a couple of seconds, but it’s only so that he can lock in a half nelson hold before he plants her onto the mat with a half nelson bulldog. Aiming another insult at Jaxon this time, Luke goes for the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Wisia shakes his head after the kickout, but notices that Queen is now firing back insults at him, even mockingly clapping his near fall. Luke gets to his feet and walks over to Jaxon, trash talking him some. But Jaxon doesn’t back off and the two jaw at each other before Luke threatens to backhand him! Queen offers up a free shot, but Wisia thinks about it for a bit before he backs off, knowing this could not well. However, he doesn’t back off too much as instead of backhanding Jaxon, he catches Jinzai right in the face with an open palm slap, the straight surprise of it forcing Jinzai to fall off the mat! BRIAN MASON: Oh, come on! JACK WARREN: Ha! He damn near got him with the Sharkeisha swing right there! Luke, chuckling, then walks over to his corner after stomping on Cyn’s head once, and tags in AG3, telling her to finish the job as he’s about to go meet up with Sir Pounce. AG3 enters the ring and begins stomping away at Cyncity, clearly trying to use what she learned in RISE about keeping her opponent down here. Wisia exits the ring and waves goodbye to Nicole and Fran before hopping off the apron and grabbing his title. BRIAN MASON: And now he’s just going to leave?! Luke then begins walking around the ring and towards the ramp...only to see that Jinzai has recovered from the slap and is waiting for him there! Luke begins to run the other way and Jinzai chases as the two run around the ring, distracting Jaxon as well! Luke gets to the ramp again and begins running, only for Jinzai to catch up to him and tackle him to the ground! Jaxon drops down from the apron after seeing this and quickly races over as he tries to pull Jinzai off of Luke! Meanwhile, in the ring, AG3 takes over for Luke with a headlock on Cyncity, but after about a minute in the hold, Cyncity slowly helps herself up and slips out of the hold before catching AG3 with a dropkick! Cyncity then begins her crawl towards Stryker before tagging out to him! BRIAN MASON: Stryker is in! Luke is getting beaten up! All is right right now! JACK WARREN: Shut your virgin ass up, Mase. Outside of the ring, Jaxon has pulled Jinzai off...but only to take his place in beating up Luke as he too fires off with lefts and rights to the No Limits champion before Jinzai pulls him off and the two have a staredown! The action in the ring starts as soon Stryker hits the ring like a man possessed and takes AG3 down with a leg lariat! He then gets to his feet and catches Fran with a dropkick that sends her off of the apron! Once he gets to his feet once again, Nicole tries to grab hum by the hair from behind, but he flips and catches her with a Pele kick, sending her falling off of the apron as well! Stryker then grabs AG3 and hit his patent tiger suplex, going for the cover afterwards! BRIAN MASON: EYE OF THE TIGER! Stryker might have it here! JACK WARREN: PLEASE, GOD, NO! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN UP BY FRAN! Fran punts Stryker right in the head and begins to taunt him some before Cyncity comes flying in and takes her and Fran out of the ring before the two begin brawling on the outside! Cyn gets to her feet first and Raven comes charging at her from out of nowhere, but Cyn steps aside and forces her to hit the steel steps, knocking herself out! She looks at Raven in surprise before Fran turns her around and the two women begin brawling ringside before it spills over the barricade! Meanwhile, Jaxon and Jinzai seem to get into a bit of an argument while Luke slowly crawls away, grabbing his No Limits title as he did so. In the ring, Stryker and AG3 get to their feet at the same time, but Alexis catches Brian with an extremely high dropkick, catching him right in the face with it! She then goes for the cover on the former Bloodlust champion, hoping to get a win over him! BRIAN MASON: What a dropkick! JACK WARREN: It’s over! ONE! TWO! TH-KICKOUT! Stryker powers out at two, getting a groan from AG3! She gets to her feet and slowly grabs him from behind before doing her best to get him up...only to be met with a back elbow that sends her stumbling back into her corner! Nicole quickly hops on there and makes the tag before she hops back off the apron and hides, knowing Brian didn’t see her! Stryker then turns around and AG3 races right at him, only to get caught with a jumping knee strike! Brian sees his opportunity and quickly exits out onto the apron before he begins climbing the turnbuckles! Outside of the ring, halfway up the ramp, Jaxon and Jinzai finally stop fighting and realize that Luke is leaving, so they quickly race after him and manage to grab a hold of him! BRIAN MASON: Stryker is about to finish it off! JACK WARREN: No, he isn’t! Nicole is the legal person for her team! Once at the top, Stryker leaps off, looking to connect with a shooting star press, but Nicole quickly pulls AG3 out of the way, forcing Stryker to hit the mat with a thud! Brian then slowly got up and Nicole rolled him up from behind, the ref making the count afterwards! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here are your winners...AG3, LUKE WISIA, FRAN, AND NICOLE HAMILTON!!! Jaxon and Jinzai both turn their attention back to the ring and realize what happened as Nicole gets to her feet and celebrates while Stryker finds a corner to lean up against and stare at the celebrating Nicole in disbelief. BRIAN MASON: Nicole Hamilton took advantage tonight, but she won’t have any partners come Catastrophe! JACK WARREN: You’re such a kiss-ass, Mase. Stryker is toast at Catastrophe. Shaking off the loss, Jaxon and Jinzai both turn their attention back to Luke, who gets to his feet...only to get rocked with a European uppercut! Falling limp, Jaxon grabs him and looks at Jinzai before the two nod. Queen then uses his strength to toss Wisia up in the air, allowing Jinzai to plant him right on the stage with a Jinzai Cutter once he dropped back down! BRIAN MASON: POP-UP JINZAI CUTTER! JACK WARREN: What the fuck was that teamwork bullshit?! Jinzai hypes up the audience some before he walks over to the No Limits title and goes to grab it, only for Jaxon to grab it at the same time! The two men both slowly raise the title off of the ground before creating a little tug of war matchup between the two. Knowing this needs to stop, Jaxon releases it and allows Jinzai to hold it before he walks back over to Luke, keeping one eye on Jin the entire time. JACK WARREN: Looks like there’s trouble in paradise! These two idiots want to take the title off of Luke, but they also want it for themselves! Good luck with that, morons! WINNERS: AG3, Fran, Luke, and Nicole (13:33) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 10 2016, 12:32 AM Post #10 |
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![]() Defiance comes back from break with Felicity Banks pacing around in the hall. She has her sweatshirt hood over her head, her eyes fixed on the ground as she mumbles to herself. FELICITY BANKS: These son of a fucks really think they could walk all over me… A somewhat maniacal cackle escapes Felicity’s lips as she makes a sudden stop and looks up at the wall in front of her. FELICITY BANKS: These pieces of fucking TURD have really been using me as a stepping stone. They’ve been using ME! ME! As … a stepping stone? Her eyes went wide, the blank look on her features turning into the sly grin many HKW fans have seen before. FELICITY BANKS: No. That’s done! NO FUCKING MORE NICE FEL! NO FUCKING MORE TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK AND WAITING AROUND FOR REVENGE! NO FUCKING MORE BEING THE BIGGER PERSON!!!!! NO MORE! She turns around and sees the camera team, the grin still on her face. FELICITY BANKS: RIP wants to ruin MY moment? They really, really think they could do whatever they want without any repercussions? She takes a step forward, nodding her head while she did so. FELICITY BANKS: Kay. Tonight? RIP … no. She shakes her head. FELICITY BANKS: Lance Winters and Viktor Volkov find out firsthand why I RAN THIS BRAND FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS, AND WHY EVERYTHING DEFIANCE GOES THROUGH ME! NOT THEM! ME! She shoves the cameraman out of her way and storms down the hall as Defiance cuts to another part of the arena. ![]() Our cameras cut to the back where, once again, we see Ashlyn De Luca, backpack strapped to her back, Bloodlust Championship tied around her shoulder, and a glass bottle of what appears to be orange soda in-hand. ELI ZAYN: Ashlyn! Ash! Ashlyn pauses and turns on her heel mid-sip, raising an eyebrow toward Zayn. She lowers the bottle and looks around, wiping her lips with the back of her wrist. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Bad timing, Eli. You’re exposin’ me hard right now. Horrrd. ELI ZAYN: I’ll be quick! ASHLYN DE LUCA: Word. ELI ZAYN: Just a little bit ago, you purged the Crimson Baroness to become the Bloodlust Champion while she, reasonably, thought you were a sitting duck. I woulda thought so! But instead-- ASHLYN DE LUCA: Purged the hell out of her. ELI ZAYN: Riiiiiight?! Ashlyn shrugs a bit and calmly takes another sip. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Kept a ref on standby just in case she wanted to somethin’ dumb. I didn’t actually think she would. Probably got all cocky after Riley hit me in the head with a godda… did you see that? Wasn’t that shitty? ELI ZAYN: Kinda! ASHLYN DE LUCA: Gonna have my shit all bruised up in an hour or two. With a damn… Nintendo Gamecube controller. The bastard child of the gaming universe. I take heavy offense to that shit. The fuck even came out on the Gamecube? Some bullshit? Mm. Mm! I’m mad now. Got me hot, Eli. Ashlyn takes a sip as Eli begins to ask something else, but Ashlyn frowns and raises a hand to stop him. She holds out the bottle. ASHLYN DE LUCA: This taste weird? Without hesitation, Eli Zayn grabs the bottle and chugs it. He hands it back to Ashlyn and frowns. ELI ZAYN: It does! Where’d you get that? ASHLYN DE LUCA: Iunno, found it. Eli looks at her with narrowed eyes, but his expression changes to a surprised one as he looks at someone past Ashlyn. Ashlyn pivots quickly-- standing face to face with Riley Lynn. The live audience responds with a mixed reaction as she looks Ashlyn up-and-down, eyes falling toward the Bloodlust Championship. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Eli. Break that bottle in half and fashion me a weapon. Do it now, blood. Eli smashes the bottle against the wall. It shatters into tiny pieces and he retracts his hand in fear. Ashlyn doesn’t have to turn around to know that her request went unfulfilled. She addresses Riley regardless. ASHLYN DE LUCA: I see you. Pull up. Riley laughs in Ashlyn’s face, taking a step forward, bringing the two nearly nose-to-nose. Ashlyn drops her bag to the ground and shifts her title belt from her shoulder to her hand. The smirks fade momentarily as the two women share a serious look in the center of the corridor. Eli Zayn speaks up. ELI ZAYN: Riley Lynn! Wanna tell everyone here and at home about what we saw from you at the beginning of the night? Riley shakes her head looking over at Eli before speaking into the mic. RILEY LYNN: I don't have anything to explain Zayn. I'm not letting anyone or anything stand in my way of becoming champion again. Ashley learned that the hard way earlier tonight isn't that right? Riley says with a smile looking over at Ashlyn waiting on a response from her. Ashlyn takes a breath, looking over at Eli and then ahead at Riley. ASHLYN DE LUCA: It’s Ashlyn. For fuck’s sake. It’s Ashlyn and I should REALLY get it engraved on this title. She looks at Eli again. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Name engraved on the Bloodlust Title. BALLS, amirite? She glares as she turns back to Riley. ASHLYN DE LUCA: That was some cheap, shady shit you did though. You wanna get punched dead in your mouth, standin’ in front of me after that is a good way, Riley. RILEY LYNN: Oooh tough girl. You've had the title less than 24 hours and you think you're someone special. I don't care if your name is Ashton Ashley..or Ash Ketchum that title will be engraved with my name in no time. Next time I won't get you with a controller. It might be a bat or maybe a chair. Hell I might just choke you out! Riley says getting in Ashlyn’s face. RILEY LYNN: You gonna hit me Ash Tray?! Then do it. Come onnnnnn. Let me end your reign before it even begins! Ash angles her head at Riley and the smirk returns to her face. ASHLYN DE LUCA: Nah. I’d rather do it in front of a crowd, ya know? Get them Worldstar hits up. Riley smiles wide and taps Ashlyn’s nose. RILEY LYNN: That's what I thought. See you around champ. Riley says before looking over at Eli. She smirks at him as well before walking out of frame. Ashlyn frowns, scrunching up her face as Riley’s footsteps fade down the corridor. She bends down to pick up her bag-- but suddenly, Riley Lynn bursts back into frame, running at Ashlyn! ELI ZAYN: Oh--! Ashlyn De Luca sees Riley at the last second! Ashlyn loses her balance as she tries to ready herself, turning and falling down to her side, still clenching her hands into fists defensively as Riley Lynn stands over her… ...but Riley Lynn tilts her head back and laughs out loud. Tears form in her eyes at how hard she laughs at De Luca, pointing at her as she backs away. Trying to catch her breath in laughter, she slaps a hand down on Eli Zayn’s shoulder, moving past him as she walks back down the corridor. Ashlyn sighs, sitting upright on the floor, arms resting on her knees. Eli Zayn moves toward her with the microphone, but Ash pushes his hand away, rolling her eyes. She shakes her head, pulling her title back up into her hands as we fade to black. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and it is for the HKW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage, tinting everything with a bluish hue. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd. before stalking to the ring with purpose. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, the challenger! Standing six feet and three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred-and-forty pounds, this is SHANE ATWATER! Atwater makes his way to the ringside area, stopping to look around before climbing up onto the apron. He kneels on the apron gripping the top rope with one hand, taking a moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring. BRIAN MASON: Tonight, Shane Atwater has the chance to become a three time HKW World champion, but he has to defeat the Prez. JACK WARREN: And wherever the Prez goes, the Reapers aren't too far behind. BRIAN MASON: *sighs* That's the problem. JACK WARREN: Calm down, Mason. Lance rarely has the Reapers help in his battle. The guy might be an asshole, but he fights clean. Well, within the rules I guess. He immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle, taking in the positive reaction of the crowd for a moment and nodding before climbing down and making his way to his corner, a look of grim determination on his face as he awaits the start of the match. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent... 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. Close your eyes So many days go by Easy to find what's wrong Harder to find what's right The camera then pans towards the crowd as a man is seen standing at the top of a stairway looking out to the fans with a devilish smirk on his face. He grunts and opens up his arms like he were welcoming them to the show. He laughs and points at the HKW World champion wrapped around his waist. As fans reach out to try and touch him Lance pulls his arms away and pushes the fans away. Even sometimes getting in their faces just to laugh at them and tell them off on occasions. When reaching the barricade he looks around the arena once more. WHISPER VIPERI: Standing 6'3" and weighing in at 205 lbs! He is the HKW WORLD CHAMPION... LANCE WINTERS! Lance hops over the barricade and turns around to yell at some drunk fans, only to get blasted in the back of the head with an elbow from Shane Atwater! BRIAN MASON: Shane isn’t waiting until the opening bell to get his hands on Lance! JACK WARREN: Can’t say I blame the goon. Shane unbuckles the World championship from around Lance’s waist and sets it on the steel steps before he turns around and catches Lance with a series of European uppercut! If that isn’t enough, Shane grabs the back of Lance’s head and throws him shoulder first into the protective barricade! Shane immediately pulls Lance up to a vertical base and repeats the same motion, this time following it up with stomps to the back of the head! BRIAN MASON: Shane Atwater is a man possessed! JACK WARREN: I’ve been on the other end of a beatdown from a pissed off Shane Atwater. Trust me when I say that this hurts a lot more than it looks. Shane hunches over and looks to lock in a scissored armbar, but senior referee Hank Berman steps in and tells Atwater to bring the action in the ring or he’ll call the match right now! Atwater simply stares the referee down as he grabs a handful of Lance’s hair and slides him into the ring. Atwater tells the referee to get in the ring so he can end this fast, then slides in himself. ![]() SINGLES MATCH Lance Winters © vs. Shane Atwater DING! DING!! DING!!! Shane immediately mounts over top of Lance and begins pummeling with hammerfists to the back of his head! Lance manages to block most of them, but Shane transitions into a modified armbar, pulling Lance’s arm back while he digs his knee into the small of the World champs back! Lance yelps out in pain is Shane tucks the arm underneath his and uses his other hand to press down on the trapped right arm of Winters! The World champ reaches toward the ropes, but once he realizes they’re too far, he contorts his body in a way to reach his foot out and just barely drape it against the rope! The referee starts his five count: 1 2 3 4 Fi--- Atwater just releases before Berman counts to five, the senior referee warning Atwater not to test his patience. Atwater reaches down and pulls Lance up by his hair, but Lance catches Atwater with a thumb to the eye, then follows it up with a Michinoku driver! The HKW World champion shakes some feeling back into his arm as he turns Atwater to his side and levels him with a steel toe boot right to the spine! Lance follows this up with two knees to Shane’s back, then reaches forward to pull back on Shane’s head and neck for a modified camel clutch! JACK WARREN: CHIEF REAP WITH THE SUBMISSIONS NOW! SHANE’S NOT THE ONLY MAN WITH A THOUSAND HOLDS! BRIAN MASON: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Jack. This is obviously a move to wear the two time HKW World champion down. JACK WARREN: EVERYBODY REAPS! Uh, taps! Lance continues to pull back on Shane’s neck with one arm, then uses his the other to club Shane right in the face with forearms! Lance does this three times then pushes Shane’s face into the mat, taking a moment to bow to the booing crowd. Lance waits for Shane to get to his knees before attempts any of offense, then charges forward with a running boot to the side of Atwater’s head! Lance makes the cover… ONE! KICKOUT! Winters doesn’t even get a two, getting a chuckle out of him as he grabs a handful of Atwater’s hair. He begins pulling the former Crowned Royalty winner up to his feet and throws him into the nearest corner before he unleashes with a fury of knees to Atwater’s midsection! Knocking the wind out of Shane, Lance sits him up on the top turnbuckle and climbs up for a frankensteiner attempt! JACK WARREN: Prez about to show off his lucha-libre roots! BRIAN MASON: What the heck did you just say? JACK WARREN: You didn’t know? Lance is the last known descendant of the legendary luchador Reapo del Mascaro. BRIAN MASON: … unbelievable. Lance gets to the top rope and catches his balance, but Shane slides out from beneath his legs and pulls one of Lance’s legs out from under him to drop him face first into the top turnbuckle! Lance’s neck whiplashes back, and Shane wraps his arms Lance’s waist to deliver a beautiful release german suplex! Shane takes a second to recuperate a bit as he watches Lance use the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Atwater makes his way over to Winters and immediately begins to connect with several Knife Edge Chops until he has him pinned up on the corner turnbuckle. With every chop the impact gets a bit harder. Once Atwater was satisfied with the amount of chops landed he follows up with a hellacious European Uppercut. The fans cheer the former champion on as he was in control of this match up. He takes a few steps back from the corner keeping his eye one Lance as he done so. The former World Champion now sprints over while letting out a battle cry as he connects with a Running European Uppercut! Winters falls down forward down on the mat after taking the blow. Atwater didn’t look to give Lance a chance to breathe as he dropped a knee down on the center of his back. With his knee digging into Lance’s back, Shane reached over and pulled his head back by the chin. The referee asked if The Prez wanted to quit but he didn’t answer him just cry out in pain. BRIAN MASON: C’mon! C’mon tap you son of a bitch! JACK WARREN: There’s no way Lance is tapping to that, Mase. Not even The Man would tap out to that! BRIAN MASON: With the current state you’re in you’d probably tap out to anything… JACK WARREN: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT THIS INSTANT?! Shane let go of his submission hold and switched to a Side Headlock. He squeezed hard around Lance’s neck cutting off his airway. As he done so he mumbled something to him before he began to connect with several punches to the temple of his head. He then let go of the hold while he got Lance back up to his feet only to bring him right back down with a Snap Belly-To-Belly Suplex! Shane rushed over back on top of Lance wrapping his arms around his torso. He squeezed hard making it hard for the World Champion to breath. Lance tried to fight through it as he slowly began to get up to a knee. Atwater didn’t let go of his hold as they got all the way back up to their feet. Once they were up, Atwater hit a bridging German Suplex planting Lance on the back of his head while going for the pinfall. ONE TWO TTHH----KICKOUT!!! After releasing the hold once Lance kicked out, Shane spun around regaining his grasp around Lance’s waist. Lance again began to get back up to his feet. This time around when they did get up to their feet Lance was ready as he grabbed the ropes when Shane went to lift him up. Lance elbowed Shane a few times losing up his grip around him. Lance then forced his head back headbutting Shane forcing him to let go now. Winters turned around seeing Shane holding his head as he took a few steps back. He didn’t waste anymore time looking at him as he ran over and hit a stiff Lariat that send Shane onto his back on the mat. Lance dared Shane to get back up to his feet. The fans boo Lance as he was hyping himself back up. He smiled once he seen Shane back up to a knee. He ran over and punted Shane right into the side of his skull! The fans went silent as they seen the former champion fall flat onto the mat. JACK WARREN: HAHAHAHA! HE’S DEAD! HE’S FINALLY DEAD! BRIAN MASON: NOOOO!!!! Lance kicks Shane over onto his back as he then hooks the leg for the pin hoping it was enough to secure the win. ONE TWO THHHRRRRRRRR---KICKOUT!!!! The fans sighed in relief after Shane kicked out. The Prez sat up and laughed to himself with a big grin on his face. He turned and mounted himself on top of Shane wrapping his hands around his throat all while laughing in his face. The referee began to count Lance down for him to let go. ONE TWO THREE FOUR FF-- Lance got up to his feet and backed the referee down. The referee did his best to avoid eye contact telling Lance he couldn’t do that. Lance ignored whatever it was the referee was saying as he just laughed then pet his hair like a little kid. Winters turned back towards Shane as he was holding his neck gasping for air. JACK WARREN: FINISH HIMMMMMMM!!!!!! BRIAN MASON: Shut it, Jack! This match is far from over and if you think some dirty little tactics like that is going to be enough to put Shane Atwater away you’re definitely kidding yourself! JACK WARREN: Worked for...THE MAN?! Once Lance reaches Shane he giggles and grabs him by the length of his hair. He pulls him up to his feet only to drive his knee into the midsection. The champion then begins to deliver his very own set of Knife Edge Chops to Atwater. After every chop Lance laughs at the sight of Shane’s pain. He ends the chop combination with a kick to midsection. He pulls Shane’s head under his arm in suplex like position. He taunts the crowd forcing them to boo him before lifting him up in the air. The champion then drives Atwater’s head into the canvas as he connects with a Brainbuster! Lance chuckles as he sits up looking at the crowd before going for another pinfall. ONE TWO THRR--KICKOUT!!! BRIAN MASON: Shane Atwater will not be defeated tonight! JACK WARREN: Stop talking like this, Mason. You’re giving me flashbacks. A frustrated Lance Winters stood up to a vertical base and slapped his hand off the top turnbuckle. He began trying to remove the turnbuckle pad, but the referee rushed his way and got him to stop. The referee went to tie the turnbuckle back on as Lance walked away and reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of brass knuckles! BRIAN MASON: NO! TURN AROUND REF! TURN AROUND! JACK WARREN: SHUT UP, MASON! THIS IS ABOUT TO BE BEAUTIFUL! Lance slipped the knucks around his hand and pulled Shane up to his feet. Lance pulled his arm back for the punch, but the referee stepped in and grabbed Lance’s arm! Berman ripped the brass knuckles off of Lance’s hand and tossed them out of the ring! Lance SNAPPED at the referee and nearly punched him in the jaw, but Shane Atwater snuck up behind him Winters and executed a modified version of the “Parabola” modified olympic slam! Atwater remains with his back pressed against Lance’s chest, the referee sliding in position to make the count! ONE! TWO THRR--NO! Winters got his shoulder up at the last possible moment! Shane wiped the sweat away from his face as he crawled toward the ropes and struggles up to his feet. Once he planted his feet on the mat, Shane limped over toward Winters and went to pull him to his feet -- but Lance reached his arms up, grabbed a hold of Atwater’s tights and sent him right out of the ring! The HKW World champion took a few seconds to regain his breath, his back hurting from the beating throughout the match. Lance slides underneath the bottom rope and tells the referee that he better not start the ten count as he starts clearing the table! BRIAN MASON: TIME TO MOVE, JACK! JACK WARREN: Hell no! If Lance is putting Shane through a table - I want a front row seat! Mason scattered away as Jack sat in place. Lance threw the monitors down to the floor and turned his attention to Shane, but Shane absolutely leveled him with a lariat! Both men were on the table, Shane showing some life while Winters remained motionless. Shane pulled himself off of the table and grabbed a hold of Lance’s head. He pulled the champ off the table with him and walked him toward the ring, but Lance lifted Shane over his head and delivered an Alabama Slam to Atwater through the announce table!!! JACK WARREN: YES! FUCK YOU SHANE! KISS MY TIMBS WHILE YOU’RE DOWN THERE! Atwater didn’t move as Lance Winters dropped to a knee and laughed at the sight in front of his face. Winters shook his head and stood upright before he grabbed a hold of Atwater’s foot and pulled him closer to the ring. The crowd remained quiet over the fact that Shane appeared to be unconscious and Winters was closing in on a victory BRIAN MASON: Here I was thinking we’d go through a show without our table being broken! JACK WARREN: Wasn’t it amazing, though?! Lance pulled Shane and slid his lifeless body back into the ring, then followed him inside. Lance stood up to his feet laughing at seeing Shane lay there motionless. He slowly gets down on one knee and looks around to the crowd who is still silent. He chuckles as he goes for the pin hooking the leg while laughing hysterically. ONE TWO TTTHHHHHHHHH RRRRRRRRRRRRR KICKOUT!!!!!!!!! The crowd pops as Shane somehow manages to kick out! Lance looks over at the referee surprised by it and then down to his challenger. His shocked expression then begins to transition into a smile as he begins to laugh. He leans over and kisses Shane’s cheek. The referee looked a bit confused by the gesture but didn’t dare say anything about it. He watches as Winters pulls Shane up to his feet by his hair. Once they were up to their feet Lance began to connect with a few punches before Irish Whipping him into the ropes. He stands there in the center of the ring waiting for Atwater to get back to him. Once he does Lance lifts him up in the air going for a Spinebuster but no! Atwater reverses with a Spike DDT driving Lance’s head into the canvas! The fans cheer as the as the two competitors now lay there in the ring motionless. The referee checks on both men to see if they were still fit to go. He then begins to count them down to get back up. ONE TWO THREE The fans begin to chant Shane’s name as he was the first to show a sign of life. FOUR FIVE SI-- Atwater was now back up to his feet and leaning up against the ropes. He looked down at Lance who was now up to his knees holding his head. Shane groans as he runs over and drives his knee into Lance’s temple knocking him right back down on the ground. The first ever Crowned Royalty Winner now goes for the pin! ONE TWO THHHRRRR-KICKOUT!!!! Shane looks up to the referee in disbelief as the fans gasp as well in disbelief. BRIAN MASON: So close! We were so close to being saved from this Reaper Nightmare of a champion! JACK WARREN: What the hell are you talking about?! The real nightmare here is seeing Shane as champion again! Thank God Lance was able to kick out of that! Shane looks down to the mat and shakes his head in disbelief. The former champion shakes his head and begins to get back up to his feet. As he gets back up to his feet he stomps down on Winters a few times before going down to get him back up to his feet. He drives his knee in his Lance’s midsection and sets up for a suplex. Each time Shane went to lift him Winters was able to block it. It wasn’t until Shane drove a few elbows to his back that he was able to go ahead and hit the Snap Suplex. Shane gets back up to his feet and quickly grabs Lance right back up to his feet. Once he was back up to his feet Shane kicks Lance in the midsection multiple times before pulling Winters right back into a suplex like position. He motions to the crowd that he was going to end this match once and forall. He lifts Lance up in the air going for the Schism, but no! Lance manages to wiggle free and land on his feet behind Shane. Atwater turns around surprised by Winters getting free only to be met with a Diamond Cutter from Lance Winters! JACK WARREN: YESSSSSSS!!!!!!! C’MON LANCE GET BACK UP! C’MON!!! BRIAN MASON: How the….UGGGHHHH!!!! Winters slowly gets back up to his feet using the ropes to assist him. He looks over his shoulder down at Shane laying the motionless. He then looks out to the crowd and motions his thumb across his neck signalling that this match was soon to come to an end. JACK WARREN: FINISH IT! Lance stumbles over toward Atwater until he hears the crowd going nuts at the sight of Felicity Banks flying out from backstage and onto the ramp! She rolls down the ramp a bit as Lance turns around, a puzzled look on his face. BRIAN MASON: What the hell?! What is the Supreme doing out here?! JACK WARREN: She got thrown out here! Felicity gets to a knee as a bloody Viktor Volkov comes out from the back, blood literally dripping off of his face! Volkov grinds down on his teeth as her charges at Banks, but the Supreme catches him with a kick right to the family jewels! Volkov falls to a knee and Felicity backs up just enough to charge forward and nearly behead Volkov with her patented OFF WITH YOUR HEAD~! BRIAN MASON: VOLKOV IS KNOCKED OUT! JACK WARREN: BUT SHE SHOULDN’T BE OUT HERE, MASON! NEITHER OF THEM SHOULD! BRIAN MASON: You can’t blame my SUPREME! She was tossed out here by Volkov! JACK WARREN: Meh. Felicity turns around and points at Lance, telling him that he’s next. Lance simply motions for Felicity to bring it, giving Shane time to recover, come forward and lift Lance over his head! Atwater twists Lance in position and then drops him down on his knee for the RARE “Lateralus” Reverse Ushigoroshi! BRIAN MASON: Oh my goodness! JACK WARREN: No… Shane crawls toward Lance’s down body and drapes one arm over him. The referee slides in position, the crowd counting with him… ONE! TWO!! THREEEEEEE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! The crowd goes BALLISTIC as “Coward” fills the arena speakers and Whisper Viperi hands Hank Berman the HKW World Championship! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… and NEEEEEEEW HKW WORLD CHAMPION… SHANE ATWATER! Berman hands the downed Shane Atwater the HKW World championship and Shane immediately pulls it to his chest. He gets to his knees allowing the referee to hold his arm in the air to verify the victory even more. BRIAN MASON: I can’t believe it! Shane Atwater is a three time HKW World Champion! The top title changed hands on Defiance! JACK WARREN: Worst show ever. Fuck this. You can hear Warren drop his headset, but that didn’t bother Atwater one bit. Nothing would take away from the fact that not only was he the first two time HKW World champion, he is now the first three time HKW World champion. The camera pans back to the entrance ramp to show the disgusted Felicity Banks staring down at Volkov’s lifeless body, but she then turns her attention to the ring. Atwater finally notices Felicity and walks toward the ropes closest to the entrance ramp. He peers his head over his shoulder to make sure Lance is still down, then holds the World championship high in the air so everyone knew who the champ is. Felicity smirks and nods her head sarcastically at Atwater before she steps over Volkov (AI style) and makes her way backstage. BRIAN MASON: … that was something. The final moments of Defiance capture Shane Atwater holding the HKW World Championship high in the air and a beautiful display of fireworks in the background. WINNER (and NEW HKW World Champion): SHANE ATWATER via pinfall (19:59)
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