| [color=#FF0000][b]DEFIANCE[/b][/color] [color=#fff]LIII[/color]; LIVE from the Colonial Life Arena in Columbia, South Carolina | October 23rd, 2016 | |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 02:13 PM Post #1 |
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![]() As the show begins the cameras are seen inside the backstage hallways as a roar from a loud motorcycle echoes throughout the halls. BRIAN MASON: The hell is that? JACK WARREN: Sounds like a Harley, Mase. Before you knew it Lance Winters drove straight pass a cameraman in rage as he was speeding through the halls on his motorcycle not caring who or what was in his way. BRIAN MASON: Shit I think he’s coming out here. JACK WARREN: Oh you think so? Shut up Mase. The cameras began to switch following the Reaper In Pride President as he made his way all they way to the gorilla spot. He rode his bike up the ramp and the scene fades out into the arena… BRIAN MASON: Goddamnit, don’t let that lunatic son of’a bit--- Here I Stand Helpless and left for dead “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System as the RIP President comes driving out onto the stage. The South Carolina crowd begins to roar with boos with a mix of cheers of those who actually supported the RIP. He doesn’t stop there on the stage as he continues to drive down the ramp and around the ring. As he passes by the commentators table he flashes a look over to Mason that you could hear him startling from the death stare. Winters then parks his bike next to the ramp and steel steps after driving around the ring. He kicks the kickstand down and slowly steps off his bike. JACK WARREN: The Prez looks like he means business. Mase. BRIAN MASON: …… The Prez stands there a moment looking arond to the crowd before he begins to make his way up the steps. Once he enters the ring he points over to Whisper and demands he gives him a microphone. JACK WARREN: Mase?! BRIAN MASON: …….. JACK WARREN: *snaps* MASON, SNAP OUT OF IT! BRIAN MASON: Uhh, what? Huh?! Leave me alone, Jack!!!! Whisper Viperi quickly runs over and hands Lance a microphone. He snatches it out of her hands and walks into the center of the ring. JACK WARREN: The hell is wrong with you? BRIAN MASON: He stared right into my fucking soul, that’s what’s wrong Jack?! That man looked like he wanted to fucking snatch it right out of my body! JACK WARREN: Oh shut the fuck up. You’re taking this Halloween shit too seriously, Mase. The music begins to die down slowly as Lance looks around at the crowd booing him. LANCE WINTERS: SHUT THE hell up, I’M NOT here for any of your GODDAMN amusement! Boos. LANCE WINTERS: Now, this here FUCKING SHOW ISN’T gonna start until I GET WHAT THE FUCK I WANT. More boos. BRIAN MASON: Who the hell does he think he is? Acting like he runs the place?! JACK WARREN: Well he sure isn’t The Man, that’s for sure. That position is already taken. But wasn’t you just over here scared shitless just a minute ago? BRIAN MASON: SHUT UP JACK NOONE KNOWS THAT YOU’RE EVEN TALKING ABOUT?! Lance looks around at the fans and then up the ramp. LANCE WINTERS: You think I give a flying fuck about ANY OF THESE your typical SCHEDULED PROGRAM? Nope. Soooooorrrrrrryy, YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED program has been REAPED FOR THE MOMENT. Now if you want TO RETURRRRNNN TO YOU REGURALLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM, then I’mmmm going to get exactly WHAT THE FUCK I DESERVE. Lance smirks as he looks over into the camera. LANCE WINTERS: And just incase you forgot, THE REAPERS run this here place SO WE CALL THE SHOTS and WE SAY when this LITTLE SHINDIG BEGINS. “Hero” by. Skillet hits the PA System and the fans pop into cheers. Lance on the other hand simply leans back on the ropes with a grin on his face as he looks up to stage. Shortly after the song begins to play Defiance General Manager Romeo Price steps out dressed in a black suit with a crimson tie with a microphone in hand. He stares down at the Reaper President with a stern expression on his face. Price’s theme music slowly fades away as he raises the microphone up to his lips. BRIAN MASON: Thank God, some order! Get this man out of there, Romeo! ROMEO PRICE: First things first Mr. Winters you and your group of insolent thugs do not run “this place”. I do… Cheap pop. LANCE WINTERS: WELL, WELL, WELL...NICE OF YOU to come and join us MISTER G-M MONTAGUE. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph… Lance chuckles to himself as he walks over to the set of ropes across from him. He hangs on them as he looks up to Romeo. LANCE WINTERS: Is this the PART WHEN I START to call off my list OF DEMANDS? Romeo stands there studying Winters. LANCE WINTERS: I’LL TAKE THAT as a yes. So let’s not WASTE ANYMORE time shall we? I’M SURE THESE GOOD FOLKS of Columbia want to ENJOY THE SHOW. ROMEO PRICE: Spit it out, Mr. Winters. I assure you i don’t want to be out here holding up a great show as much as you presumably do. LANCE WINTERS: I want my GODDAMN REMATCH! Romeo facepalms for a moment. LANCE WINTERS: We ALL KNOW the only reason Atwater won that goddamn match WAS BECAUSE I GOT DISTRACTED. I was clearly on MY WAY to winning that goddamn match. I SHOULD’VE NEVER lost! I should STILL be HKW WORLD CHAMPION!!! THE REAPERS SHOULD STILL BE CHAMPS! ROMEO PRICE: Did you honestly come out here and try to hold this show hostage just to cash in your rematch clause? Jesus Christ… Romeo takes a deep breath. ROMEO PRICE: Luckily for you, I do indeed need a main event for Catastrophe and a rematch between you and Mr. Atwater for the HKW World Championship is more than feasible for a main event match. So yes, Mr. Winters I will grant you your rematch clause for the World Championship and it will be thee main event of Catastrophe. Winters smiles. ROMEO PRICE: But let I warn you Mr. Winters. If any harm comes to Mr. Atwater from now up to Catastrophe I will take this rematch clause away from you and you will not have a chance at reclaiming the World Championship. Lance chuckles as he hears Romeo’s warning. LANCE WINTERS: Oh, that’s FINE BY ME, boss. No more HARM TO OL’ Shaney Pooh. FINNEEEEEEE. I got what I wanted. THANNKKK YOOUUUUUUU. ROMEO PRICE: ………...Hmph…. The general manager shakes his head and makes his way to the back. Lance looks out to the crowd who cheered about having the match be announced to begin the show. LANCE WINTERS: And now back to your REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM...HEHEteheteheHAHAHAHAHA!!! Lance drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as he makes his way over to his bike. BRIAN MASON: Finally! Can we get this show started now. JACK WARREN: Shut up, Mase. We just got the best news ever! Lance Winters is going to have a chance at taking back the HKW World Championship from that undeserving fuck, Fluke Atwater! Hahaha! Yessss!!!! Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Oct 24 2016, 02:41 PM.
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 02:47 PM Post #2 |
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![]() Location: Columbia, South Carolina Venue: Colonial Life Arena Network: HBO The official theme song for Defiance, "Defiance" by Righteous Vendetta opens the show with it ending with the Defiance LIII poster! ![]() |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 02:50 PM Post #3 |
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![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! “Dance with the Devil” by Breaking Benjamin is already playing as Kyan Winters makes his way through the crowd mid-entrance. He flips off the fans at ringside and slides into the ring, yelling at Whisper to announce him as the “Key.” WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first… from Reno, Nevada! THE KEY, KYAAAAAAN WINTERS! Winters throws his arms up in the air, the crowd booing as he points at his RIP cut. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent… "You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" "Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a huge ovation as the lights in the arena dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until the only sources of light are the knoxotron and the pyro. "Nothing's gonna save meeeee! The evil that I see! Has taken over mee! No one's gonna save meeeeee! The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!" The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena! Felicity makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and one of her t-shirts wrapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect and turns her attention to the ring. WHISPER VIPERI: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! After Whisper announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps, making her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and launches the t-shirt wrapped around her waist into the crowd while soaking in the cheers from her thousands of fans. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle rope. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena. BRIAN MASON: She looks much better this week. JACK WARREN: Yeah, hopefully she doesn’t BOTCH like crazy again. BRIAN MASON: Come on, Jack. You and I both know that’s a rarity. That’s why you’ve been making such a big deal of it. JACK WARREN: Because I’m sick of people like you acting like this girl is perfect, Mason! She has flaws! She makes mistakes! She throws up after drinking too much just like everyone else. BRIAN MASON: She actually doesn’t drink, but I -- JACK WARREN: SEE?! She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and patiently waits for go-time. SINGLES MATCH Kyan Winters vs. Felicity Banks DING! DING! DING! The match starts with Felicity the aggressor, running of her corner to blast Kyan a running forearm to the face! She pushes him back into the corner and unleashes with a fury of strikes, stunning Kyan with a step up high knee right to the face! Felicity pushes Kyan down to the mat and steps up onto the middle turnbuckles before she dives off and lands a big knee right to Kyan’s mouth! Instead of going for the fast cover, Felicity sits Kyan up and connects with a penalty kick right to the spine, following that up with a superkick to the side of the head! JACK WARREN: Jesus. Not even a minute into this match and Kyan might already have brain damage. BRIAN MASON: One of Felicity’s new things is to strike hard and early. Seems to be working well this far. A smirk comes over the Supreme’s face as she looks out at the crowd and yells out “MY RING!” much to their delight. She turns back around and sees Kyan starting to star, but blasts him with a running knee trembler right as he sets his hands on the mat! Knowing Kyan was out, Felicity steps back toward the nearest corner and begins pulling down on her kneepad… BRIAN MASON: My SUPREME is finishing this one fast! JACK WARREN: Shut up, Mason. It takes a bit, but Kyan finally starts to stir only to get beheaded by Felicity’s patented “OFF WITH YOUR HEAAAAAAAAAD~!” straight to the jaw! Kyan’s body goes limp as he drops onto his back and Felicity makes the lazy cover with one leg on his chest… ONE! TWO!! THREEEEEE!!! DING! DING!! DING!!! The crowd explodes as “Malevolence” fills the arena speakers, a blank expression on Felicity’s face as she stares down at the fallen Kyan Winters. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner! … FELIIIIIIICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS! Felicity continues to stare down at the downed Kyan until she pulls her boot off him and walks toward the corner nearest to the timekeepers. She gestures for Whisper to give her a microphone, then turns her attention to the ramp. FELICITY BANKS: Back to normal. Without saying another word, Fel extends her arm and drops the microphone right onto Kyan’s chest. She proceeds to roll out of the ring, slapping some fans as she walks up the ramp. BRIAN MASON: Welp. Looks like the SUPREMAAAAAAAH is over whatever was going on a few weeks ago. JACK WARREN: Complete 180. Let’s not act like we don’t know what her issue was a few weeks ago. She was WITHDRAWING from painkillers. BRIAN MASON: I choose to not believe that. Felicity stops midramp and sees a sign that reads “WOTY = Felicity Banks”. She nods her head and tells the fan “I know” before she disappears behind the curtain and Defiance cuts to an adbreak. WINNER: Felicity Banks via pinfall (1:21) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 04:08 PM Post #4 |
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![]() ELI ZAYN: Baroness, can I get a moment? The interviewer calls out as he sees The Crimson Baroness walking backstage. With a look of disdain on her face, she turns to glare at Eli. The details of tonight’s tag team match playing on her mind as she stops to talk to Eli. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I’m not in much of a talking mood right now, sweetie. ELI ZAYN: Can you expl-- THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Why Alex Reyn is a damn psycho? No, sweetie, I can’t explain why that man does anything that he does. I can’t explain his lack of self preservation, I don’t know why he can’t work well with others! But I do know that if he thinks trying to let those two - Ashley and Ashlyn - if he wants to let them try and get one over on me, that is something I don’t take kindly to. She turns to leave, but Eli insists on asking another question. ELI ZAYN: You’ve all been announced as participants in the Mansion of Ruin match at Catastrophe, is that something that’ll be be a factor in this match? Can you work with the man who you’ll be facing in a few weeks time? THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Here’s the thing, sweetie. I didn’t swear vengeance against him when he tried to attack me a few weeks ago during my Defiance debut. Nor do I care why he did that; if he thinks I’m not suited for the Bloodlust division, if he thinks I’m unworthy of that title belt, or if he just doesn’t like me … I cut my teeth in deathmatch wrestling a few months ago when I won the GFP Deathmatch Invitational, so the Mansion of Ruin match at Catastrophe won’t be my first rodeo. If he wants to question my credentials for being in this match, in this division, then I’ll be happy to show him-- The Baroness narrowly ducks out the way as a palm strike slams into the wall behind her. A leg sweeps out, taking her off her feet! Her back hits the floor, but she’s able to roll out the way of a second kick. She’s back on her feet in seconds as she sees Alex Reyn standing before her. Hands up in a combat stance. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: You’re trying to full your fuckery quota already? Alex responds with a sudden combination of stinging strikes to her face, shoulder and chest. He goes for a knee, but she ducks low and grabs the leg. Spinning into a dragon screw. She holds on, but Alex kicks her in the stomach with her free leg, causing her to reel back. She immediately closes the distance, trying to grab his legs again, but he rolls back to his feet and lashes out with a spin kick that she has to step back to avoid. Creating distance between the two. For a minute, the two stand there… Alex eyeing her appraisingly ALEX REYN: ...Close range, favours grappling. A little sloppy, but it’ll have to do. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Have to do? I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that, sweetie, but I’m more than a little insulted. And confused … why are you suddenly so calm? Acting like a watcher, examining me from a distance. I’m not sure I like it… ALEX REYN: I wanted to see how you handled yourself in a fight. Useful information if we are to be allying tonight. I’ve reviewed your past matches, but I prefer a more… hands on approach. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: So I was right when I called you a psycho. But as a word of advice, sweetie, the next we meet you might want to protect your balls. I have a reputation as something of a low blow queen… She smirks, knowingly. She truly earned that reputation throughout her time in LDFC and NKP. ALEX REYN: Noted. As for our opponents, Miss Chase is the more dangerous of the two, but she’s also our best asset. Her anger towards myself should cause her to lose focus, allowing us to isolate her. If we do that, it should prevent her from strategizing with her teammate. Nullifying her experience in tag team combat. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Her experience in tag team combat? Has she hitched her wagon to a star this time, because last I checked she always picked the wrong horse… The Baroness smirks again, relaxing somewhat as she stares at Reyn. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: She’ll see red as soon as she steps into the ring with us. But it’s De Luca I have my eye on, and that title of mine that she’s still in possession of. But my plans for her are simple: take her out. ALEX REYN: Actually, given your respective styles, I feel you will be uniquely suited to battling her. Once I break her guard, you can bring your skill in grappling to bear against her while I keep Chase from interrupting. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Perhaps I misjudged you, maybe you do have a sense of self preservation after all. ALEX REYN: No, I don’t. But I would be a failure of a Concept if I did not test my adversaries to the fullest of my abilities and theirs. The Baroness begins to walk away backwards, not taking her eyes of Alex Reyn as he stands there, watching her. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I see your game, sweetie, and I’ll play along tonight. But you don’t want to cross me, trust me on that one. What you’ve seen so far isn’t all that I’m capable of… Reyn looks at her with amusement. ALEX REYN: You still don’t get it, do you? I’ve been fighting you since the day you were born. ![]() ![]() A couple of streamers shoot out of attachments on the ring post post and cover the ring in confetti as Luke Wisia is seen sitting in the middle of the ring. Behind him is a television screen that has been lowered to make the perfect background that had the “Cat’s Meow” logo playing. Wisia had a coffee table next to his chair where he kept his Rockstar energy drink. Luke took a puff of his vape, blew it into the air, and revealed to his side was Sir Pouce, his cat, at the end of a Gucci leash. He sits back into the chair and exhales the smoke before picking up his Rockstar and microphone from the table. LUKE WISA: Ladies and gentlemen…. CAT’S MEOW! meeeeooooooooowwwww. The crowd went into a series of mixed reactions, mostly for hating Luke, but some for the anticipation for Jinzai and Jaxon Queen. LUKE WISIA: ALL RIGHT. ONE. TWO. THREE. MOUSEY. I ain’t wanna hear another peep from you panzies for the rest of this special edition show hosted by THEEEEEEEEE NO LIMITS CHAMPEEN. Sit back, drink out of your overpriced SODA POPS, and WATCH HOW THIS SHIT IS DONE, DAVID LETTERMAN. Fans go back into a frenzy as Luke lays the No Limits Championship across his legs and held his hand out to the entrance way. LUKE WISIA: Introducin’ first, hailin’ from somewhere located in EurAsia… He watches anime porn… He got married to an actual chimpanzee… JIZ-AYE-GURL-WATCHA-NUMBA-IS! Wisia leans up in the chair and lazily claps as 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. 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 isle 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 took a seat across from Luke. The crowd is cheering their asses off for Jinzai as Wisia just stares him down from the opposite side of chairs. Sir Pounce hisses at Jinzai, then Luke looks towards the entrance once again. LUKE WISIA: And the other contender panzi ass. COMIN’ TO YOU FROM WE DON’T KNOW WHERE CAUSE JAXON AIN’T A TYPA DUDE WHO WE ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE HE LIVE IF WE KNOW ANYTHIN’ BOUT HIS STUPID ASS… AT ALL… THE BIGGEST HIPPIE YOU KNOW… Jaxon Fagboy. This time Luke takes a hit from his vape as “Wonderman” by Tinie Tempah plays and Jaxon slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain. Looking around at the audience, Queen does not smile, but makes his way down to the ring. Once inside, he pats Jinzai on the back, then looks over Luke before he finds his seat. Jaxon and Jinzai are sitting next to each other while Luke is sitting across from them. Wisia reaches into a bag of Twizzlers before throwing it in his mouth and talking while chewing. LUKE WISIA: Welcome to my show, tough guys. First rule of my show, no fightin’. There’s a cat here and everythin’ and Sir Pounce is an innocent bystander of ALL THIS! DON’T GET NO IDEAS TO FUCKIN’ AROUND WITH MY CAT IN THE RING OR I’LL KILL YOU. Rule two. My title is MINE! Touch it again and I’ll piss in your cars when you ain’t even know it comin’. Rule three. I’m the guy here askin’ all the questions that people really wanna know, so let’s stick to the mother fuckin’ script. Rule Four, refer to Rule One. Luke holds out his pinky while he takes a drink of Rockstar and looks down at his notecards. LUKE WISIA: First question is to you, Jinzai. People tell me you ain’t got no shoes in your former country and yall wear shirts wrapped round your feet. How do you respond? JINZAI: Well, considering I’m born and raised in New York, have never visited “my former country” until Divine Supremacy what? Two Years and some change ago? I wouldn’t be able know anything about that. Is the rumor about you finally getting your nose restored in a transplant true? If so, why the fuck did you wait all this time?! And… seriously, why does it look like that? Can we get a close up? The camera zooms in on Luke’s nose as he holds a hand up to block the frame. Jinzai leans forward from the seat and onto his knees. LUKE WISIA: I’m gonna let the nose comment slide, again. They got sweatshops in New York too, you ain’t even gotta lie. LUKE WISIA: BUT THE SHOW MUST GO ON SO NO NEED TO ARGUE OVER SPILT MILK. Wisia holds his hand out to Jaxon. LUKE WISIA: Some peeps say that you ain’t even really get that girl preggo. They sayin’ that she a spawn of satan cause she died once or somethin’. DON’T SHOOT THE MESSENGER, THIS WAS TAKIN’ RIGHT OFF THE INTERNET AND I AIN’T OWN IT. NOT ME…. but the people wanna know what you think. Jaxon looks at Luke for a second, almost confused. JAXON QUEEN: My soon-to-be wife, MARLOWE, never died. I believe you’re thinking of her sister, CHARLIE, who faked her death with the help of your cousin, Brandon Banks before. If you’re going to take something off the internet, make sure you got the right person, Luke. This ain’t the shithole you went to school with. You can’t just think anything on the internet is fact. For example, some people on the internet think your cat is a bottom. Some also think you’re a bottom to Lance Winters or Viktor Volkov or even your wife. But I don’t try to push it through as fact, do I? Jaxon finishes talking and the camera swings back around to Luke. LUKE WISIA: Damn. How mad are you right now, boy? I’m just sayin’ what the interwebs said you gettin’ all defensive and shit. Wisia’s eye narrow as he look to Jinzai and then Jaxon. He lets Sir Pounce walk to the other side of his chair and lay down, then took another drink of his Rockstar. LUKE WISIA: Yall think this is just one big joke dontcha? That’s why I’m out here clownin’. Yall ANNOYED? WELL, GOOD. I AM TOO. YOU WANT REAL QUESTIONS? I’LL HIT YOU WITH SOME FUCKIN’ REAL QUESTIONS! He leans forward and stares at his notecards. LUKE WISIA: Jinzai. What would you say ‘bout me thinkin’ you ain’t even deserve to sit here right now. You ain’t ever been able to beat Shark. You cost ya team the fuckin’ match in War Games. You tried comin’ at me and I put you in ya place LIVE ON DEFIANCE! But yet… you still think that I owe you somethin’? I was better than you at War Ready. I was better than you at Divine Supremacy. I’ll be better than you at Catastrophe. What’s it gonna take for you to realize you ain’t gonna pull off nothin’ good enough to come at WHAT I DO. Wisia smiles. LUKE WISIA: And what’s really sad is that guy sittin’ next you, Jaxon FAGBOY, ain’t really gonna consider you a threat. This the typa dude who had his ass wiped as a baby until the age of EIGHT. He think he’s better than us on a personal level, Jinzai. This ain’t even bout wrestlin’. You below THIS DUDE CALLED JAXON QUEEN… JINZAI: Luke… when have I ever given a shit about you “thinking” I deserve something? Be honest. I didn’t when I first started chasing after the No Limits Title after War Games when you said it then. I didn’t when you pulled the most bitchass move you possibly could and tried to gift Shark a title shot in the hopes that I’d stay away, then you realized that he’d be a worse option for you than me in the long term. I didn’t after fucking Divine Supremacy when you tried to run from me AGAIN and wanted to gift an easy defense to one of these audience members, then spent the entire match trying to play keep away because if you hadn’t tied me up on the outside, this conversation wouldn’t be happening and you know it. Jinzai paces back and forth. JINZAI: That belt on your shoulder… it deserves someone better. It deserves somebody who actually has the balls to say the words “fighting champion” or “greatest champion ever” and do his damnedest to mean it. The last few matches with you I’ve gotten closer and closer to taking that title off your shoulder and watching the bitch fest come after once it set in that I took what was yours. The only - ONLY reason that hasn’t happened? Because I’ve been my own worst fucking enemy and tried to hope for a fair fight when an unfair fight is clearly an option. At Catastrophy? I’m gonna do something I’ve been trying not to do this entire time and come down to where you’re at, Luke. Jinzai stops on a dime, now right in front of Luke as the two stare down for a brief moment. JINZAI: You think you’re willing to go the distance to keep the title? You’ve SEEN what I’m willing to do to me - do to you, fuck, do to ANYBODY to get something I want inside of the ring. Now with that in mind… what do you think I’m gonna put my body through, what do you think I’m gonna put you through at Catastrophy to walk out the new No Limits Champion? Wisia throws a hand up at Jinzai. LUKE WISIA: JUST CAUSE YOU SAY IT A MILLIONS TIMES AIN’T MEAN IT JUST GONNA COME TRUE, YOU STUPID SHIT! Luke turns to Jaxon, pointing his finger at the contender. LUKE WISIA: AND YOUUUU! YOU AIN’T ABOVE BEATIN’ ME UP LAST SHOW TWO GUYS ON ONE, BUT YOU TOO GOOD TO SNATCH THAT TITLE OUTTA JINZAI’S HAND LIKE YOU SOME KINDA DOCTOR DOLITTLE MOTHER FUCKER? Where have ya balls gone, Jaxon? You gonna let Jinzai, even if it was only for like 30 seconds, HAVE ALL EYES ON HIM WHILE YOU STOOD THERE AND WATCHED LIKE A LITTLE BITCH? Your child gonna be a female. It gotta be a female. Cause then it can take over actin’ LIKE HER BITCH OF A DADDY! Jaxon stands up as Luke points down to Sir Pounce next to him, then holds a hand out to stop Queen. LUKE WISIA: RULE MOTHER FUCKIN’ ONE, JAXON! He stares at Wisia while Luke’s face scrunches up. LUKE WISIA: How long it gonna take you to realize you should be wrestlin’ in RISE or somewhere else that ain’t on a national program. That ain’t anywhere close to HBO. You ain’t even able to win Brand Wars without a helpin’ hand, and that been your career in a nutshell… You ain’t shit on your own, Jaxon. Now that you got Jinzai standin’ next to you in that ring at the pay per view… your feelin’ a little TOO MOTHER FUCKIN’ GOOD ‘BOUT YOURSELF! Everyone think Jinzai the underdog in everythin’ he do, but the real underdog here right now is YOU! THOUGHTS, JAXON QUEEN? Jaxon takes a seat before raising his mic up to his lips. JAXON QUEEN: First things first, you ever use my unborn child again to insult me, I’m going to make you wish you were that kid you ran over months ago with the hell I’ll put you through. The audience cheers as Jaxon stares daggers through Luke. JAXON QUEEN: Secondly, your cat is ugly as shit and so are you, you little fucking fairy. The audience pops again, but Queen pays them no mind. JAXON QUEEN: And lastly, I know I’m the underdog here. Out of the three of us, I’m the only one who hasn’t achieved singles success. I’m still the close but no cigar guy. Couldn’t win Crowned Royalty cause of Jimmy Page. Couldn’t win titles in countless opportunities because of a plethora of things, such as not being good enough or just getting distracted. I have been the one who has been in my own way, because I was also the only one stupid enough to trust a gutless little bitch like you, who has brought the prestige of that title down. And thank God Kol gave me the helping hand and we won brand wars, or everyone in this brand would be coming for your fat, misshaped head. But instead, it’s just me and Jinzai. Jaxon takes a deep breath. JAXON QUEEN: And while we both want to see you lose that title, I don’t want Jinzai to win. I want to win. And as much as I respect him, a lot more than I respect you as a competitor, Jinzai knows that he’s standing in my way of finally achieving singles gold. So, I can’t let friendship take precedence over competition this time. I have to beat his ass just like I’m going to beat your ass. Luke tilts his head in Jaxon’s direction before he starts laughing. LUKE WISIA: You boys are dumb as fuck. What levels do you guys think I ain’t gonna sink to? You think it below me to call in a few charters of a hundred other RIP cats and make sure this shit ain’t mine? You think I ain’t able to pay whoever I wanna to make sure both of you fall flat on your asses before the match even begin? If you think I ain’t got enough in me to bomb the mother fuckin’ ring if I lose, then you boys ain’t know me too well. He looks over to the cameras and waves it down. LUKE WISIA: JOKIN’ ON THAT LAST ONE! CALM IT DOWN! Jinzai and Jaxon are both standing up now as Wisia stands up with the No Limits Championship on his shoulder now. LUKE WISIA: Remember that. You don’t know me. I will do some GUTTER ASS SHIT to make sure this title stays right where I plan for it to. It took me this long to hold my first ever singles title and you can forget ‘bout this whole “fair game” BULLSHIT! TURN THOSE DREAMS TO MEMES, BOYS! But after I am done with you two CUNTS, REMEMBER you ain’t ever gonna have a claim to my No Limits Championship again. REMEMBER you went up against a man who will do anythin’... somethin’ YOU TWO FUCKS ain’t got the stomach for. I run this fuckin’ talk show. I own this fuckin’ belt. I OWN THIS FUCKIN’ BRAND! I OWN THIS COMPANY! I OWN YOU TWO GOAT FUCKIN’, HEY ARNOLD AND GERALD LOOKIN’ BITCHES! Wisia throws his energy drink at Jaxon, then puts a hand under the table stand next to him, flipping the table in Jinzai’s direction. Jinzai has to turn completely around when the table comes flying in his direction, and then Luke pushes Jaxon in the back, right into Jinzai…… JINZAI CUTTER! Jinzai looks over his shoulder and down at Jaxon, who he just laid out, and bites the inside of his jaw. Queen is out cold at Jinzai’s feet. Luke scoops up Sir Pounce and the No Limits Championship in one swoop, then rolls out of the ring. Wisia was already standing in front of the ramp before Jinzai could piece together what just happened. Luke starts laughing as he’s walking backwards up the rampway. Jaxon begins to stir slowly in the ring, reaching out and putting a hand around the bottom rope before leaning up. Jinzai seems a little stunned from the situation as he looks down at Jaxon, and then up at Wisia standing at the top of the entrance. Jinzai points at Luke, but the Reaper only points at Jaxon before walking away. ![]() After making her way to the back Riley Lynn rushes her way down the hall looking for Ashlyn De Luca. She looks around her surroundings trying to spot her, but as she's looking she bumps into someone. RILEY LYNN: Hey watch where you're!....oh it's you. Riley said crossing her arms looking up at the muscular male before her. Pax Mayson drags a hand through his shoulder length blonde hair as he narrows his eyes down at her. PAX MAYSON: In the flesh. Riley rolls her eyes at Pax as he responds. RILEY LYNN: You know I don't know if I should curse you out about you pinning me last week or you failing to purge TCB when you had the chance. Either way, you're stupid and I don't like you. Riley says crossing her arms in protest cutting her eyes up at Pax. He laughs as he shakes his head, smirking down at her. PAX MAYSON: Can’t say I give a single fuck if you like me or not. No fuckin’ reason to like you or for you to like me. Riley shrugs her shoulders. RILEY LYNN: I mean I didn't ask you how you felt about that. Anyways have you seen Ashlyn? Me and her have some unfinished business… Riley looks over Pax’s shoulder to see if she can see her new enemy. Pax rolls his eyes as he leans back against the wall outside of his locker room. PAX MAYSON: I’m not her fuckin’ babysitter. The only time I give a shit where any of y’all are is when you’re in my way for the Bloodlust title. Riley sucks her teeth at him. RILEY LYNN: First of all you're rude! And second I didn't ask for all this sass Pax. Lastly, no one's in the way of you winning the Bloodlust title because you're not going to win my title. You need to get it together pretty boy. Maybe all that working out made you slow or something. She says sticking her tongue out at him. Pax rolls his eyes, reaching out and chucking Riley under the chin so that she bites down hard on her own tongue. PAX MAYSON: Not your title, darlin’. With that, he steps back into his locker room and shuts the door in her face. Riley sucks on her tongue and shakes her head before running down the hall after what looks like Ashlyn De Luca. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! The lights dim as the opening notes of 'Sacrifice' by Jeff Williams begin to play. The arena is almost pitch black, only showing a few trailing spotlights. Viewers watching at home see images begin to flicker across their tv screen as the camera pans over the crowd. The images are of violence, natural disasters, and a solitary figure, watching it all. Smoke begins to fill the Arena, and within the smoke, lit up by the searchlights, ghostly images appear. Famous heroes and villains from throughout history. At the top of the ramp, a silhouette slowly comes into view. A young man, waiting on the stage in a three point stance. Looking almost like some hungry predator. The rock part of the song kicked in and he took off, charging to the ring and sliding in. He span around, back into that same three point stance to stare down his opponent. WHISPER VIPERI: Weighing in at 200 pounds. The East Wind of Adversity, ALEX!! REYN!!! The opening chords of 'The Devil's Bleeding Crown' by Volbeat begins to play throughout the arena as The Crimson Baroness steps out from behind the curtain; her top hat is tipped forward, covering her eyes slightly as she poses, resting both hands on the head of her cane. The crowd immediately begin booing and jeering, letting The Baroness know exactly what they think of her. She begins her slow walk to the ring, shrugging off the hatred with a sense of non-chalance. She climbs up the ring steps, urging the referee to hold the ropes open for her before she steps in under the middle ropes; The Crimson Baroness removes her hat and places it delicately in the corner next to her cane before she waits for the match to begin. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, and his partner, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... THE CRIMSON BARONESS! The lights dim and a spot light shines on the stage area and then “Answer To Me” by Gypsy Caravan begins to play throughout the arena. WHISPER VIPERI: Hailing from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 120 lbs, “The Crown Jewel of The Chase Family” ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!!!!!! Ashley then rises up from under the stage and stretches her arms out to her side to a good ovation from the fans. She then makes her way down the aisle slapping hands with the crowd. She climbs onto the announcers table and does some gyrating and hair whipping to the beat of her music before long she hops down. She then walks up the steps and onto the ring apron. After she wipes her feet on the apron she steps through the ropes and seductively removes her robe and lets it slide off her body. She then leans forward before whipping her hair back and arching her body and stares into the crowd. She then goes to her corner and pulls on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. 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: On her way to the ring, hailing from ASH-Lanta, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is the HKW Bloodlust Champion, 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. TAG TEAM MATCH Alex Reyn and The Crimson Baroness vs. Ashlyn De Luca and Ashley Chase DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Alex Reyn steps into the ring. Holding his hand up to signal to TCB that he intends to start the match. The Baroness gives a noncommittal shrug and steps onto the apron. Seeing the man who kidnapped her cousin in the ring, Ashley growls and steps forward herself. It’s Ashley Chase vs Alex Reyn. There's a pause as they both circle. Both know how dangerous the other is. They can’t afford to be reckless… Ashley attacks first, going for a forearm that Reyn ducks before trying to take her head off with a roundhouse, but Ashley counters it into a dragon screw! Reyn stumble back to his feet- KICK OF DOOM(Superkick) FROM ASH- NO! Reyn dodges behind her, going for a neckbreaker but she elbows him in the back of the head before he can drop her. Reyn stumbles back, clutching his neck and Ashley whips him into the ropes, sprinting after him. But as Reyn hits the ropes, he springs off them with a backflip causing Ashley to go flying past him out the ring…!! ...Only for her to catch the ropes in mid flight and swing herself back inside the ring with a 619 like maneuver, right before taking the surprised Alex Reyn down with a spinning arm drag!! CROWD: Cheers!! Reyn tries to use the ropes to get to his feet, but Ashley is having none of it and dropkicks him into the corner!! BRIAN MASON: Reyn started off the match hot, but Ashley puts the brakes on all of that. JACK WARREN: Until someone get their ear bit off... then what? She rolls back into her own corner to create some distance, calling for an early Walk of Fame (High impact spear)!! Can she hit it?! She charges in- WALK OF FA- KNEE TO THE FACE BY ALEX REYN!! The move hits with a loud SMACK, and Ashley goes down. Alex takes a moment to recover from her earlier attack, then drags her into his corner. The tag is made and TCB comes in, Throwing Ashley into the corner before delivering some hard shots to her face. The referee orders TCB to let Ash out, so TCB grabs Ash in a side headlock and hits a running Bulldog out of the corner! COVER! ONE! KICKOUT!! Not to be deterred, The Baroness grabs Ashley in a side headlock, keeping her grounded and whispering venomous words into her ear. Ignoring her opponents barbs, Ashley pushes herself to her feet and backs into the ropes, shooting TCB into the ropes, she sets her up for a- SPEAR BY ALEX REYN!! JACK WARREN: WHAT A SPEAR! Crimson Baroness comes in for some relief and LOOK at that teamwork. BRIAN MASON: Ashley Chase talking the brunt end of the force on that move. What was Reyn even doing in the ring anyway? The move completely blindsides Ashley and knocks her flat on the mat as Alex rolls out the ring before the ref can even START his five count. Things go from bad to worse for Ashley as TCB comes in and kicks her out the ring with a running baseball slide! She hits the floor outside and lets out a grunt of pain as the wind is knocked out of her. Slowly, she gets back to her feet, only for Alex to drop her with a neck breaker on the outside! Ashlyn has seen enough and leaps off the apron to help her partner, but Alex sees this coming and SPEARS her out of the air, causing her to go crashing down on the ring steps!!! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Once again, the failed pin does little to deter TCB and she instantly locks in a Coquina Clutch! Fortunately for Ashley though, they're right near the ropes and she's able to get her legs under them to force a break. This actually vexes TCB and she grabs Ashley by the head and starts smashing it violently into the ground, over and over again!! Ash's foot is still under the ropes, though and the ref starts his five count on TCB. Forcing her to reluctantly release the hold. BRIAN MASON: And another near fall there. TCB getting right back into it and not letting her opponents get any breathing room in this match. JACK WARREN: It's called a "genius tactic", Mason. She's making them work for it. She's making them earn it. She's wearing them down. All in one package. -AND ALLOWING ASHLEY TO SMACK HER WITH THE CHASE-TIZER!!! ROLL UP!! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! The hold is broken and hey both roll to their feet, Ashley's head is throbbing, but she's still ready to fight as the two lock up, struggling for control. Suddenly Alex rolls in the ring and kicks Ashley in the back of her knee, causing her to stumble and allowing TCB to capitalise with the Crimson Kiss (cutter)! COVER!! ONE! TWO! THR-! KICKOUT!! Growling, and rubbing the cheek that Ashley slapped, TCB makes her way to her corner and tags Alex in. Alex bides his time, waiting for Ashley to get up before taking her legs out with a BIG kick to the back of her knee!! JACK WARREN: That was a little too close to comfort. Trading blows with Ashley Chase and TCB. No one can trade shots in the game better than THE MAN though. BRIAN MASON: Ashley Chase nearly had that, but it just wasn't enough. I assume every opponent in this match is subtly looking over at Ashlyn and her HKW Bloodlust Championship. Ashley goes down, and Alex repeatedly stomps on her knee, grinding her heel into it as she cries out in pain. He grabs her ankle and drags her to his corner, tagging in TCB before sliding out the ring. TCB climbs on to the middle rope and hits a flying knee drop on Ashley just as Reyn slams her knee into the ring post! TCB tags Reyn in now and locks in a Half Crab on Ashley's injured leg while Alex savagely stomps down on the back of her neck, driving her face into the mat! Before the ref can reach the count of five, TCB releases the hold and steps back out onto the apron, only for Reyn to tag her back in as he drags Ashley into the corner and rolls out the rings stretching her arms against the ring post in a modified bow and arrow!! Ash is crying out from the intense pain of her arms being bent back as TCB backs off into the centre of the ring. smirking as she calls for a hesitation dropkick on her trapped opponent... TCB comes in and Ashley tries DESPERATELY to break free... And she does!! With a burst of adrenaline, she pulls herself free and rolls out the way, causing TCB to dropkick REYN of the apron!! CROWD: *Cheers!!* Ashley has rolled out on to the apron as she sees the stunned TCB getting to her feet, she leaps onto the top rope, and FLIES. "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a CHASE!" The flying crossbody scores BIG for Ashley Chase and gives her time to recover, trying to shake away the pain in her head and knee as her opponents begin to rise. She spots Ashlyn in her corner, reaching desperately for the tag! She fights through the pain, limping to her partner and- ALEX GRABS ASHLYN FROM BEHIND AND PULLS HER OFF THE APRON!! The crowd boos as Alex grabs Ashlyn by the head and throws her down on to the mat! Ashlyn clutching the back of her neck in pain. Ashley's hand is still outstretched from that missed tag, and there's a look of dismay on her face as TCB comes in from behind. BARONESSPLE-(Teardrop Suplex) NO! Ashley backflips out of it, landing on her feet! TCB turns to grab her... KICK OF DOOM!! Ashley collapses from the exertion and begins to crawl to her corner. Ashlyn has managed to climb back onto the apron, and Ashlyn leaps forward with one last burst of energy... TAG MADE! BRIAN MASON: And the tag is made to Ashlyn De Luca! I bet she has been waiting on this moment the entire time. JACK WARREN: If she was smart she'd just stay in her corner and let the others destroy each other. Ashlyn is in and she comes right out of the gate at TC- Springboard dropkick from Alex Reyn to the back of Ashlyn's neck! The boos from the crowd intensify as the move knocks Ashlyn sprawling across the ring. Rolling to his feet, Alex eyes his partner and says: ALEX REYN: Her neck is a weak point. Focus your attack there. Before rolling out the ring. TCB simply nods and walks over to the kneeling Ashlyn, dropping a knee across the back of her neck before going for a pin. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! TCB is stone faced at that kick out and pulls Ashlyn to her feet, dropping her on her neck with a vicious neckbreaker! Meanwhile, outside the ring, Ashley is knocked off the apron by a sudden kick to the knee from Reyn! TCB goes fro the cover on Ashlyn, as Reyn SLAMS Ashley's knee into the ring steps! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! The Crimson Baroness lets go a cruel sneer as her opponent breaks the pin. Pulling Ashlyn to her feet, she hooks her leg. Going for the Baronessplex agai- Ashlyn spins out! Enzuigiri!! BRIAN MASON: And what a series of moves right there, Warren. Ashlyn refusing to let TCB get an upper hand on her and stays fighting back in this match. That's what a champion should look like. JACK WARREN: What? Getting her ass kicked when she had fresh legs for so long? Is that REALLY a champion, Mason? Might be good enough for Shane Atwater, but not here. Ashlyn needs to make a tag, but Ashley's not in her corner! And TCB is already getting back up, clutching the back of HER neck in pain now. The Bloodlust Champion stees herself, bad neck or no bad neck, she's in this alone right now. And as TCB comes in, she calls for her best shot. THE FLYLEA (Jumping Facebuster) -NO! The Baroness counters! Throwing Ashlyn overhead, only for Ashlyn to transfer the momentum into a sudden Code RED!!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!! ALEX JUST BREAKS UP THE PIN!! JACK WARREN: Alex Reyn there to break the pin just in time to save it for his team. Ashlyn is lucky that TCB didn't get all the of the move she wanted. BRIAN MASON: Lucky indeed, but TCB was unlucky enough to be a victim to the Code Red. Not the in-ring debut that TCB had at mind if that would've happened, I'm sure. Ashlyn rolls out the ring towards her partner, gasping for air. Doing a move like that with her neck in the state it was had taken a LOT out of her. And now she’s a sitting duck as Reyn lines for up. Going for Ascendant’s Wra- ASHLEY STOPS HIM WITH A ROPE-HUNG ENZUIGIRI!! The move knocks him back towards his partner and he shakes his head to try to clear out the ringing while Ashley helps Ashlyn to her feet. The two Ash's can still feel the pain of the other team's assault as they climb onto the apron. But they need to fight through it have to take control of the match. They nod to each other... STEREO SPRINGBOARD HURICANRANAS!!! CROWD: CHEERS!!!! Everyone is down and Team Ash rolls to their feet on either side of Alex Reyn. Charging in and NAILING him with a Chop Block/Syxx Kick (Spinning Wheel) combination!! Momentum is starting to build as Ashley returns to her corner, allowing Ashlyn to OFFICIALLY tag her in!! Alex has rolled out the ring following that devastating combo attack, and now it's just Ashley Chase and The Crimson Baroness… WALK OF FA- THE CRIMSON KISS!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Even TCB gets a pop from that as she rolls Ashlyn over for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE!! ASHLYN BREAKS IT UP!! Alex Reyn charges in now, going for a spear! ASHLYN COUNTERS!! CROSSFACE!!! They're right near the ropes though, and Alex JUST manages to use them to pull himself out of the ring, Ashley following right behind him. Immediately, Alex turns around attacks Ashley with a sequence of punches but Ashlyn is able to parry and counters with a low kick that's blocked by Alex Reyn... Back inside the ring, as their partners fight outside, Ashley and TCB make it to their feet and lock up, struggling for control. TCB aims a kick to Ashley's groin, but Ashley blocks and uses the distraction to THROW TCB overhead with a snap suplex! Then another one! She rolls to her feet and lifts TCB up for a third time... DELAYED VERTICAL BRAINBUSTER!!! COVER!! ONE! TWO! THREE!! THE BARONESS KICKS OUT! JACK WARREN: TBC KICKS OUT! Neither of the teams can seal the match whenever they've got their partner watching their back, but that one was all Crimson Baroness. BRIAN MASON: What about the other times that she was bailed out by Alex Reyn? Ashlyn and Ashley are giving it their ass to be the ones to walk away from this match with a victory, let's not look past that. Ashley knows she's got TCB on the ropes now though and she backs up, calling for the Walk of Fame but TCB rolls out the ring to escape her. Bumping into Alex Reyn who is still dueling with Ashlyn on the outside. For a minute, all the stare at each other... Then Ashlyn moves out the way as Ashley comes FLYING out the ring with a corkscrew Tope-Con Hilo!!!!! Both opponents are down! Ashley rolls TCB back in the ring as Ashlyn returns to her corner. Ashley races over, going for the tag.. RILEY WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO ASHLYN'S BACK!!! Everyone in the arena is stunned. The referee goes to call for the DQ RILEY LYNN: Wait! Purge! PURGE!! There's another referee behind her as she measures Ashlyn and DROPS her with Level 9 (Reverse Frankensteiner)!! SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!! PURGE TIME!! ONE! TWO! ALEX REYN WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO RILEY'S SKULL!! BRIAN MASON: What the hell is going on here!? Riley comes out here for a little purge action of her own, but is denied! JACK WARREN: Can't say I blame her. It's one way to get whatever you want. The move stuns Riley, but Alex isn't done. Grabbing her head and SMASHING it into the edge of the barricade before throwing her into the ring post! Riley struggles to stand as Alex picks up the chair and walks over, a look of absolute FURY in his eyes. ALEX REYN: Don't EVER interfere in my fight! The chair CRUSHES Riley's head against the ring post and he strikes her again, and again and again! Ashley is watching the vicious assault with a look of shock and confu- LOW BLOW FROM TCB!!! The move knocks the wind out of Ashley’s lungs and TCB hooks the leg, lifting her up.. BARONESSPLEX!!! The ref sees the move an rushes over as TCB bridges for the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE!! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS!! THE CRIMSON BARONESS AND ALEX REYN!! BRIAN MASON: What a match! No purge here and Crimson Baroness can walk away happy with her first in-ring action for the company. That was the point to prove here, not the championship. JACK WARREN: They will all be getting their shot at the title sooner than later, and you don't think this isn't the leverage that TCB needs? Because it is. Alex lets of fury and tries to stomp on Riley’s head! The gamer JUST manages to roll out the way and hop the barricade as the ref tries to hold Alex back, only to get his head smashed into the apron for his troubles. Alex tries to follow after Riley but the distraction has already allowed her to disappear into the mass of humanity. Growling low, he turns to look at Ashlyn Deluca who is just now getting to her feet. ALEX REYN: This fight is not over. And with that, he leaves. Ashlyn rolls out of the ring while holding her HKW Bloodlust Championship and jumps the barrier into the crowd as well, looking over her shoulder at the all the damage that was done. Ashley Chase slowly pulls herself off the mat while TCB is celebrating the win at the bottom of the rampway. WINNERS: The Crimson Baroness and Alex Reyn vis Pinfall (15:02) Edited by Zero McHannon, Oct 24 2016, 04:17 PM.
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![]() After exiting the stage to the back Ashlyn makes her way toward the nearest exit. After what happened with Riley Lynn she doesn’t appear to be taking any chances. She walks over toward the elevator to make it to the ground level of the arena and the camera crew follow along while the audience buzzes among themselves. Ash looks around before making it into the elevator with the camera man. Four others stand in the elevator with her-- all clearly from catering, based on their dress. Ashlyn sighs with relief, adjusting the Bloodlust Championship on her shoulder as the elevator doors start to close… ...but as soon as she can relax, a hand jams between the closing doors, stopping them on the track, causing the steel doors to retract again. ASHLYN DE LUCA: … As the elevator doors slowly slide open. Riley Lynn steps in the doorway, hands behind her back, glaring ahead at Ashlyn. In the broken, staticky speaker in the elevator, Cypress Hill’s “How I Could Just Kill a Man” plays faintly, barely able to be heard. Ashlyn takes a deep breath, stepping back behind the other four occupants of the elevator, looking up toward the lights as if looking for an exit before her eyes drift back down toward Riley Lynn, who continues to stare back at her. Finally, after several silent seconds pass, Ashlyn shrugs, offering a confident smirk. ASHLYN DE LUCA: What? You gonna Purge me on the elevator? Riley removes her hands from behind her back-- exposing a steel chair as the music from the speaker inexplicably grows louder. ASHLYN DE LUCA: OH SHIT! ELEVATOR OCCUPANTS: OHHHH SHIIITTTT! Riley smirks at the reaction she gets before quickly lunging toward the Bloodlust Champion as the door closes behind her. She wildly swings aiming for De Luca, but ends up hitting one of the staff members knocking them out. She growls as she tries again only to hit another stagehand that had stood in the way of Ashlyn. She continues on swinging blindly hoping to eventually hit Ashlyn, but as she stops she notices that all of the staff are knocked out, save for one frightened man that stands with his back pinned to the wall, and Ashlyn De Luca is nowhere to be found. RILEY LYNN: WHAT THE FU--! As Riley looks around Ashlyn drops down from the ceiling behind her. She turns around quickly and Ashlyn tackles her against the steel doors of the elevator! Riley and Ashlyn tumble through to the outside! The camera picks up the chair sliding back into the elevator… where the remaining catering member calmly kneels down and picks it up, looking around suspiciously, before stepping over the brawling wrestlers and running down the corridor! ASHLYN DE LUCA: Fuck off me! Ashlyn drives her knee against Riley’s ribs to stun her assailant as she climbs up over her and to her feet, pulling the Bloodlust Championship belt up with her. She takes a large stride, going to make a run for it but Riley grabs Ashlyn’s ankle tripping her causing her to fall on her face. Riley wastes no time pouncing on Ashlyn mushing her face into the floor screaming wildly. She pulls on De Luca’s hair smacks her around a bit to add insult to her actions. ASHLYN DE LUCA: This-- OW-- is-- OW-- so-- OWW-- uncool-- OWWW, SHIT! Riley delivers a vicious head but that leaves Ashlyn unconscious before she gets up to call for a referee dragging Ashlyn’s lifeless body behind her. As the ref runs into the area Riley smirks and puts her foot on Ashlyn to pin her, but before that can happen ASHLEY MARIE CHASE runs into the frame and dropkicks Riley sending her across the room. Riley tries her best to get back to her feet, but before she Ashley decides to pin Ashlyn De Luca! 1…..2….3! The ref raises Ashley’s hand and hands her the title as Riley scrambles to get back to her feet. RILEY LYNN: NOOO! Ashley grabs the title from the ref and runs out of the frame as a stumbling Riley Lynn tries to catch up with her before falling. RILEY LYNN: YOU BITCH I’LL GET YOU! Riley gets up finally and walks over to De Luca kicking her in the side before screaming and running toward Ashley’s exit. ![]() The pause among and overall hush among the fans inside the Colonial Life Arena doesn’t last long at all as the lights dim and “Unnecessary (Instrumental)” by Childish Gambino begins to play over the speakers. Almost immediately the boos rain down over the music as William Alexander Andrews and DeMarcus Gresham walk out to stand on the stage for a moment basking in the boos. JACK WARREN: There they are Brian. Your next tag team champions! BRIAN MASON: They actually have to beat Sine Mora for the championships Jack, which no one has been able to do. JACK WARREN: No one was able to beat them period, but these two did two weeks ago. And they’re going to do it again, The Man guarantees it. William looks at DeMarcus, who looks back. They nod and make their way to the ring, ignoring the loud booing fans as they go by. Reaching the ring William walks up the stairs and wipes his boots before he enters the ring. DeMarcus impressively jumps from the floor to the ring apron and climbs between the middle and top rope to enter the ring. William receives two mics from outside handing one to DeMarcus as the song dies down and the boos rise up even louder in volume. DeMarcus brings the mic and clears his throat...more overbearing boos! DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Hehe… The subtle chuckle brings even more boos. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: My my, you all act as though you are so fond of Sine Mora. What other falsehoods would you inferiors like to impose upon us this evening? Hmm? Instead of thanking your surgeons for doing what so many believed couldn’t be done. You boo because the ability to enjoy is beyond you. The primest cut of filet mignon would bring your disdain. The perfect fabric against your skin and yet you’d be unsatisfied. Not that you would know the difference of an egyptian cotton blend with percale over a three hundred thread count. Classless. The boos continue to rush over the arena as DeMarcus gives that same familiar smirk. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: So interesting how your inferiors are displaying the same traits and dare I say some of the same vitriol filled expressions as Sine Mora after we defeated them in the ring. Clearcut and concise. WE, Surgical Tendencies, in their rightful place as the number one contenders. A mantle we’ve earned twice now but this time around there will be no addition sideshows to supposedly ‘add’ to the level of difficulty. Eyes have been opened and enlightenment is shining it’s way through your pathetic existences. We have defeated the World Tag Team Champions once and we will do again. Tradition and integrity will win for Sine Mora is not focused on the task at hand. They are focused on what could be their 5th defense. Picking their flowers long before they have bloomed and now---it will cost them everything. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: See, they both know what we know, that you people may not know. They defend the titles five times, they can cash that in for a match between each other for a number one contender match for the World Heavyweight Championship. Now when I found that out, I asked what kind of team are you if you throw away glory and recognition to fight each other? What kind of team does that? I have the answer for you, not a single team. Now a duo, two individuals coming together? There’s where you find those who would throw away the tag team championships for an opportunity. Sine Mora, are two individuals, two very talented individuals, but not a team. William holds up his hand. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But I hear you, “William, you and DeMarcus just became a team and finally got your first win as a tag team.” I hear that in your whiny, basement-dwelling voices and just shut up. Shut it. Yes, it’s only been a couple of months, but this team has been in the works for years. Years of people using wrestling as a launching pad to Hollywood. Years of people using wrestling to get themselves endorsements. The sport of a wrestling has been on life support for years and finally there are a few good men with the tendencies and the beliefs to revive wrestling and restore it to what it once was. And that starts in two weeks, two weeks we remove a duo who believes they are the standard bearer of tag team wrestling. William grits his teeth before continuing. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: For 203 days Sine Mora has come out here, portrayed themselves as a dominant “tag team”. A “tag team” that was able to accept every and all challenge that would come its way. A “tag team” that up until recently, was able to conquer all of those challenges. Because they beat other “tag teams”. Sine Mora is really good at that, beating “teams” like themselves, but to paraphrase the saying, everyone’s a tag team until a tag team shows up. Standing before you in this ring is a tag team. Tell ‘em DeMarcus. DeMarcus listens to the boos taking his sweet time making a half circle inside the ring before bringing the mic to his mouth. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: Cohesiveness is not something achieved immediately. William and I have done our due diligence in learning our patterns. Gaining each other's trust. So much more work to be done. Sine Mora, there was a time where you begged, pleaded, prayed, and complained during the Global Tag Team Tournament about you not getting the fair share of the pickings. You both stood asking ‘Where is your tournament?’ and ‘Where oh where—is your worthwhile competition?’ Now, here we stand. The two men here to answer your prayers. Your tradition. Your enlightenment. Your successors. Your surgeon's here to cleanse and repair. Repair to the standard which is a cut above all of you. You are to watch what you ask for or be prepared to the best of your ability once you receive it. You had a choice between the two once upon a time Sine Mora, now it is too late. Prepare. William, who has been leaning in the corner as his partner spoke, pushes himself off of the turnbuckle and walks back into the ring. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Prepare. We want you to be at your best so when we defeat you both, Artemis, Scarlet, when we leave Philadelphia, there will not be a soul, not even the soul of Philadelphia itself, that will misunderstand what happened. As talented as each of you are, in your own right, combined you have a ceiling, a ceiling that you two put onto yourself. Being a fourth generation wrestler has its perks, like knowing people’s thoughts in the ring through their wrestling. Both of you, wrestle like it’s on you to win it for your “team”. DeMarcus can tell, he’s a smart guy, but I know, I sense it. Artemis, you wrestle to prove yourself, for what reason, I don’t know. But you have to prove you’re the stronger of the two. Your confident in your abilities, even the idiots in the crowd can tell that. The crowd rain boos down as William brushes them off. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: But that’s not good enough, you feel like you have to prove to Scarlet you’re the better one. And Scarlet, there’s pain in your wrestling. You’ve showed you had a tough life before wrestling, and it’s holding you back, and that’s scary because imagine if it wasn’t. Imagine that for a moment, Scarlet Flint, unchained, no restraints on herself. Maybe Artemis sees it too, being a generational wrestler herself, and that’s why she wrestles to prove to herself that she’s the better member of the “team”. William walks towards the ropes closest to the camera and leans on the top rope. WILLIAM ALEXANDER ANDREWS: Scarlet, let go. Let go of whatever it is that’s holding you back. Whether you think you deserve the ass kickings you’ve been on the receiving end of your matches so you let it happen or you’re afraid of being unleashed, let go of it and bring us your best. If you do, then you win, then Artemis has to worry about you and she’s concerned she’s not good enough to beat you at your best. I want to see what makes you so savage. DeMarcus, you want to see what makes Scarlet so savage right? William turns to DeMarcus. DeMarcus gives a slight nod. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: It gives them the best chance quite frankly. To bring this supposed anger and backlash that you both are known for. Otherwise kiss the belts goodbye. In fact—you might as well do that anyway. We’ve already proven why this should have happened long ago. Two teams ready and wanting. My partner's words ring true and as much as I enjoy breaking down another physically and mentally it all boils down to this. The defense and ability of your team is based upon separation. You fight your adversaries while fighting against one another. Meanwhile here… He points to William and then to himself. DEMARCUS GRESHAM: You are facing a unit. Gifted. Cut Above. Tradition. Surgical. Tactical. Superior. Artemis you’ve asked for our actions and every night available you have seen exactly that. Scarlet you’ve been searching, seek no more. Both of you are of talent but you are not a Cut Above. Both of you have skill but you are not Gifted. Count your days and do not set a place for your illustrious fifth defense. You will not attain it. You will not see it. You will instead become enlightened to where you are best suited. That place—is beneath us. Tradition, class, and respect. Sine Mora, we gift you. DeMarcus gives a gentleman like bow and drops the mic from his hand as William throws his to a tech at ringside. They both leave the ring with very focused expressions neither caring about the boos and screams of fans as they walk up the ramp toward the back. JACK WARREN: This is gonna be the last time for a long time you see these two walk up the ramp without the World Tag Team Championships. ![]() The camera cuts backstage to Defiance General Manager Romeo Price’s office in the depths of the Colonial Life Arena. The GM is looking at some paperwork on the desk, eyes focused on the task at hand, any reaction to just what the man is reading all but imperceptible, save for the familiar sound that follows. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph... The quiet of the scene is disrupted as the door swings open, and the newly crowned three time HKW World Champion, Shane Atwater, steps into the frame, drawing some cheers from the crowd watching out in the arena. Shane shifts the HKW World Championship on his shoulder, as Romeo finishes what he’s reading, then addresses the champion, eyes barely flickering in his direction as he does so. ROMEO PRICE: And here I thought if anyone knew how to knock, it would be you, Mr. Atwater... Shane arches a brow, shaking his head. SHANE ATWATER: My bad. I’ll get it twice on the way out. But...more important business right now. Namely, you handing Lance Winters exactly what his shitty little black heart desired a little while ago. Romeo sat down the documents on the desk and grabbed his glass of Scotch. As he looked up at Atwater holding the World Champion on his shoulder. ROMEO PRICE: Yes, well he did in fact have his right to cash in that rematch clause as he wished. Perhaps not the best way of handling business, I might say. Sooner he uses it the better, Mr. Atwater. After the stunt he pulled at Divine Supremacy, I would like for something like that to never happen again precisely at the hands of any member of that ridiculous group of scoundrels. Price takes a sip of his Scotch. Shane pauses, considering that statement before nodding. SHANE ATWATER: I...can’t argue with that. On any particular point. And that...is why I’m here. Don’t misunderstand me...I’m glad you gave him the rematch. I’m glad we’re getting this out of the way. Happy as I am that this belt is back where it belongs...Nothing was resolved last Defiance. Nothing was finished. And it needs to be. So I want you to do something for me, Romeo. I don’t want you to just give him his rematch. I want you to give him exactly the match he wants. I want you to give him his shot at this title...under RIP rules. Shane pauses momentarily, before continuing. SHANE ATWATER: Give him exactly what he wants. Give him his playground. So when I beat him, there are no questions. So when I walk out of Catastrophe with this? There’s no second chances. No talking about rematches. Give him exactly what he wants, so when he loses...he, and his shitty little boyband lose their stranglehold on this brand...and the head comes clean off the snake once and for all. It would seem that Price was actually going to smile but he does not. He sits down the glass on it’s coaster and stares up at Shane for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: I had a case once...Where my client who in this case would be the Reapers in this scenario but let’s call him Goliath. The plaintiff, David was a fighter. He had no quit in him none whatsoever. I knew I was working for the wrong man but...That’s just the card I was dealt with, courtesy of my father nonetheless. Every time I found a way to put David down for Goliath he always got back up and it made him stronger. And with his growth in strength, he became smarter. More precise. He knew what he needed to do to win. To end the war for once and for all. Sadly….He didn’t have the resources to get the job done. Goliath was the victor in that case but David was the last man standing. Romeo doesn’t say a word for a moment. He picks up the glass and stares at the Scotch for a moment. ROMEO PRICE: Because a week later Goliath’s head was found cut from his shoulders...Beautiful cut, too. Like a butcher chopping up some beef in the back of the shop. Point of this story Mr. Atwater is that I see the essence of David inside of you...But I want to be sure this is exactly what you want? There’s a long silence as Shane considers, the look on his face imperceptible….until the hint of a smirk cracks the facade. SHANE ATWATER: Tell Goliath the good news. And come Catastrophe, make sure you lay some towels down. I’d hate to ruin this nice mahogany when I bring back his head. With that, Atwater turns to leave, making his way back to the door, carefully swinging it open, before pausing to rap on it twice. SHANE ATWATER: Pleasure doing business with you, bossman. With that, the HKW World Champion leaves, the door swinging shut behind him.The general manager smirks as he watches the door close. He nods to himself and takes a sip of his Scotch. He then thinks to himself about informing Lance of the match stipulation ROMEO PRICE: An assistant would be nice right about now...Hmph…. The scene slowly fades away as he shrugs his shoulders. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! The fast paced, angry sounding guitars of Mobile Deathcamp's "Negative Minds" erupts over the PA as the audience instantly begins to vocalize their displeasure. Their jeers only grow louder as Aries bursts out from behind the curtain, fists clenched, and lip snarled as he appears. The angry canadian wastes no time in beginning his march toward the ring, making a point to mostly ignore the sea of vocalizing fans before suddenly dashing toward them, giving the guard rail a violent big boot, causing the fans to practically jump an entire row back as Aries continues on. 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! BRIAN MASON: One of the many participants in the Bloodlust Mansion of Ruin match, Aries looks to try to gain some momentum going in. He has said his piece and said it well. Now it is time to see if he can conquer a fellow former tag team champion. JACK WARREN: I just hope he kicks Queen’s nuts all the way out his mouth. 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. "Wonderman" by Tinie Tempah ft. Ellie Goulding blares throughout the arena as Jaxon Queen makes his way out of the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a second, a smirk on his face and bobbing his head to the beat, before he makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with some of the fans. WHISPER VIPERI: From Erie, Pennsylvania; weighing in at 230 pounds, he is JAXON QUEEN! JACK WARREN: So, uh, does Queen use steroids at all? I feel like this question has never been brought up before. BRIAN MASON: Ignoring that, Queen and Jinzai have both been making Luke Wisia’s life a living hell. They both got what they want. Now it is the road to Catastrophe that they must endure. Hopefully for him, he does not get his...nuts kicked in. 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. SINGLES MATCH Aries Armadaist vs. Jaxon Queen DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, both wrestlers circling around one another. As soon as they get close enough, they go for the basic collar-and-elbow tie up. Jaxon starts to gain complete control, overpowering Aries easily. When Queen nears the corner, Aries manages to reverse the hold. He takes Queen into a Muay Thai clinch. He starts to rock and whip Queen back and forth before drawing his knees into Queen’s abdomen. Queen releases a wheeze from the heavy shots. Aries shoves the weakened Queen into the corner, but does not get time to recover. Aries follows up with a thunderous boot to Queen’s face, whipping his entire head one way. Queen falls to the mat; Aries follows with a larial press. ONE! KICKOUT! BRIAN MASON: That kick looked devastating, but Queen gets the shoulder up early. JACK WARREN: Yeah, yeah, “it’s too early”, blah, blah. Aries brings Queen to his feet, his arms lower down, hooking Queen’s leg. With a “HYUP”, Aries sends Queen into the mat with a Saito Suplex. Queen starts to roll away, trying to get back to a vertical base. Aries rushes up, looking like he is about to drop an elbow, but instead, his thick skull meets Queen’s gut. Queen holds his stomach, getting close to the ropes. He gets to a knee, holding his gut still. Aries rushes in, throwing his boot into Queen’s side. That knocks him out of the ring. The outside mat waits for Queen and he hits it hard. The crowd boos Aries who throws his arms up, an explicit “FUCK YEAH” leaving him. JACK WARREN: Somewhere back there, Luke is having a riot. I’m having one with him. BRIAN MASON: I’m looking for Advil with the rest of the audience too. Queen gets to his feet, shoving himself into the ring. Aries is back on him, trying to go in for another kick. Queen shoves his leg out of the way and gets to the corner. Aries follows, but gets a boot to the face, an instinctive action from Queen. It gives him enough time to reach down and heave Aries up into a Gutwrench. He reassures the fans that he is fine by flexing one arm quickly before hurling Aries down into the mat with the suplex. Aries starts to roll to his feet, but he brought into the waiting arms of Jaxon Queen. He sends Aries into the mat with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. When Aries tries to get up again, he is grabbed and sent into the mat with an Exploder Suplex. Queen goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Queen gets up, shrugging his shoulders. JACK WARREN: Nevermind about my laughing. Buzz is killed. BRIAN MASON: Queen is giving us a class on suplexes. Every single kind. C’mon, Jax! A groan escapes Jack Warren, while Queen obliges unconsciously. He brings Aries to his feet, hooking his arms around Aries’ waist. He starts to lift Aries up, holding him in place for a moment. Before he can send Aries over his head, Aries drives his elbow back into his nose. Jaxon, with a yelp, steps back. Aries reaches low and picks Queen up. He spins around before slamming the disoriented Jaxon down into the mat with an Alabama Slam. Queen’s neck bounces off the mat. Aries, in a fury, lifts Queen up and hits the wonderful combo that he dubs… JACK WARREN: WHAM. BAM, THANK YOU, MA’AM! BRIAN MASON: Ow, my ears-- JACK WARREN: SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Queen falls to the mat, while Aries looks at his knuckles, marveling over this beauty. He gives them a kiss. He takes off, jumping down onto Queen with a senton. He hooks the leg casually. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries does not respond well to Queen kicking out, swapping around to punch on Queen’s face. The referee pulls Aries back, who rolls his eyes in disgust. When Queen makes it to a knee, Aries sprints past Queen, trying for a leaping headbutt. Queen moves his head, but captures Aries. He goes behind him. And before Aries can react, Queen drops him on his neck with a German Suplex. Queen does not let go, lifting Aries up and shoves him off the ropes. While Aries heads into the ropes, Queen rushes off the other end. When they meet each other, it’s Aries’s face meeting Queen’s boot from a loud Yakuza Kick. Aries crumbles to the mat. BRIAN MASON: I think I saw some teeth fly out. Or maybe that was what is left of Aries’ mind. JACK WARREN: God, Mason, that was cold. Queen brings Aries to his feet, hooking his arm. The ripcord follows, but when the lariat follows, Aries ducks underneath it. He lifts Queen onto his shoulders and drops him down onto his knee, Canadian Ocean Cyclone Driver! Queen bounces off the knee, which prompts Aries to celebrate slightly. He goes for the cover right after. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Aries gets up, agitated at everything. He kicks the turnbuckle and then points at the referee for counting too slow. The referee gets in Aries’ face again, telling him to back off. Aries politely does, but eyes Queen who was making to his feet. He goes to his corner, beginning to stomp his foot. When Queen makes it to his corner, Aries gestures to the outside, acting like someone was out there. The referee turns a eye, which gives Aries ample time to charge in and throw his leg up. JACK WARREN: ONLY RETARDED BABIES FOR JAXON NOW! BRIAN MASON: Or a broken foot for Aries! Jaxon manages to move at the last moment, causing Aries’ foot to strike the turnbuckle. He bounces off with a cartoonish howl. Queen falls backward, winded from the knee to the back of the neck. He struggles to make it to his feet. Aries turns around, limping, but gains enough speed to try to strike Queen with the Skidmark Wizard. However, Queen ducks lower and heaves him up on his shoulders. He stands there for a moment, before dropping Aries behind him. On the way down, he captures Aries. BRIAN MASON: JAXED 2.0! The cutter connects, causing the whole crowd to unglue themselves. Jaxon then hooks the leg with a heavy sigh. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner by pinfall, JAXON QUEEEEEN! JACK WARREN: Ah, son of a bitch! There goes my whole night already! BRIAN MASON: And just like that, Jaxon picks up the win. The thing is, if he can do something like that at Catastrophe, then we will have a new No Limits Champion! Aries slides under the rope, hitting the outside. This leaves Queen to get his hand raised by the referee. Amidst his celebration, Queen goes to the top rope and poses to the fans. He motions for a belt on his waist and then points to the backstage. From there, he leaps down and exits the ring with a smirk. The camera feed goes elsewhere. WINNER BY PINFALL: Jaxon Queen (11:20) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 04:36 PM Post #6 |
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![]() Looking down a dark and wide hallway, heavy walls of stone flank both sides of the view as smoke rises far off in the distance at the end. The otherwise calm quiet is broken by a metallic hammering. A rippling effect can almost be seen from the rising smoke, a blast wave of energy as it flows out from the unknown. Going inside the room through the smoke, a hammer is brought down onto a metal plate still nearly molten red with heat. HARBINGER: Pain. Agony. Hate was the armor given to me to protect me from the scum of the world. Moving away, the large form of Harbinger stands over the heated plate as he hammers away at it. His skin seems to take on a reddish hue to match the fire to his right. HARBINGER: I wear it with pride when so many others don't know the power that it is. They think it's a game. It's not. His gifts aren't something to be taken lightly, played with like they're toys. They should be used in His name with His purpose. That is my mission, to make sure people know to fear His wrath, that their way is that of the weak. Jinx of the Hextall will be the first of many to learn the error of their ways. It's time for her to defy the meaning of her name. For once, the word "jinx" will mean good luck. This will be the best thing to ever happen to her just like it was for me because it was the cause of my rebirth. Harbinger pauses to take a break from his repeated hammering of the metal plate. Holding it up with the aid of large steel tongs, he admires his work for a moment with a look of satisfaction, the first hint of a smile anyone in HKW has ever seen from him. There is the sound of fluttering wings that causes him to look up and see the sight of not one but two owls sitting perched on shelves on the wall. Not tearing his eyes away from them and without any hint of warning, he moves to hold the plate that is still searing red with heat and presses it to his chest. Moving away beyond the smoke, the sound of a beasts roar pierces the air, nothing a normal man could possibly make. It lasts only a moment though as it is soon replaced by booming laughter with the video fading to black. ![]() Superfical by Heidi Montang plays over the public address system as the fans let out a loud series of boos, knowing who was about to make their way out to the ring. BRIAN MASON: Not this again folks we are sorry. As the spotlight forms on top of the ramp coming out is none other than the Pretty Committee wearing matching black leather pants, black high heel pumps, and a black Pretty Committee shirts with pink writing on it, their pictures on it. As they pose arrogantly with their hands in the air before taking out bottles of hair spray out of their designer handbags and spraying it around the arena like it smells before counting their arrogant strut. Mocking the fans clearly in an upset mood over last week. BRIAN MASON: These two are upset poor things talk a big game but then you fall short losing. That is not a good way to start here on Defiance. JACK WARREN: Shut up how dare you disrespect these two beauties. They are gonna take over sooner rather than later. One loss means nothing when you’re like these two. Bianca, and Veronica keep mocking the fans before climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring under the bottom rope as they pose in the center of the ring, in a model like pose. As they strut around the ring some before grabbing mics as they stand in the center of the ring making a cut motion with their well manicured hands. As the music stops before Veronica puts the microphone up to her lips. VERONICA TAYLOR Aw B look at all of these basics? They love us they really love us! The boos only get louder as Bianca, and Veronica share a laugh with each other. BIANCA DAVIS Ugh relax basics like for real I thought the South was supposed to be friendly but really rude. You should be cheering for us hell you should just worship us like for real? Unlike the women here were not our men’s cousins. The boos get louder as the blonde just shrugs her shoulders, as Veronica rolls her eyes at the booing fans. VERONICA TAYLOR Oh hush because we have something say. Last week Inferno and Zack Jones thought they have won the war really? They thought they had a right to interrupt us? Like newsflash no you two are nothing more than geeks, and freaks that belong in the bargain bin with all the other tag teams. Like Sine Mora who are gonna get slayed tonight. BIANCA DAVIS So slayed like can those fugly bitches stand up to us? Those tag team titles are gonna look so fab around our waist Vero, like we're the hottest thing to come to Defiance. So they are gonna recognize it tonight when we give a preview but Veronica, ugh what about those dreadful choice of clothes not only all of these people are wearing like ew! I can tell you all shop at Walmart. But Team DLC. Veronica scoffed rolling her eyes in disgust before sticking her finger toward her throat doing a fake gag sound. VERONICA TAYLOR Ugh those clothes were dreadful like really I had to fight I mean fight just to keep my eyes open. Like ugh! Those clothes should be illegal?! Like I know with a roster like the one we have fashion sense is clearly something that is lacking but these two really take the cake like for real. Veronica points to the screen where a picture of the two are in a pose promo shoot they recently. As they Pretty Committee rolled their eyes. BIANCA DAVIS Like those clothes belong in some geeks video game, not in like the real world. Also the attire choices? Ugh so basic so gross, and so tacky. Like for real though the only worse than their clothes is there hair! VERONICA TAYLOR Like the worse thing with them is their hair especially the one that looks like he walked off some Japanese action flick. Either way they are the total package of what masics are those are male basics I know you people here are pretty slow. Like, that whole package ugh so tacky don’t worry we will be nice and offer a lesson in fashion help. ZACK JONES: WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT JUST ONE MINUTE! The audience cheers loudly as Zack Jones walks out from behind the curtain, followed by Inferno. Each man is holding a mic, but Zack Jones is the one who has taken the lead speaking this round. He looks right at The Pretty Committee, almost looking offended. ZACK JONES: I am shocked! I am absolutely shocked! How dare you two come out here and make fun of our style! You see these sweats?! Zack points to his sweats. ZACK JONES: Greatest five dollars I’ve ever spent. You see this t-shirt that you can get on HKWshop.com?! Jones now points to his Zack Jones tee. ZACK JONES: $25 dollars, any size! Can get you one for the whole family! You see this haircut?! The normal(?) Team DLC member runs his fingers through his hair. ZACK JONES: $75! I’m out here looking like 105 bucks and feeling like a million bucks! That’s how one half of the best team of the only undefeated team on Defiance feels right now. Ain’t nothing tacky about me, girls. And there sure as hell ain’t no reason to be going after Inferno either! Y’all out here paying thousands of dollars for those shoes and those bags? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH INFERNO’S JACKET ALONE COSTS?! Zack moves over to his partner and grabs a part of the jacket. ZACK JONES: This jacket right here got real chinchilla hair! You know those animals are almost ex- Jones stops before he realizes he may have just messed up saying that Inferno’s jacket is made of chinchilla. Whispering into the mic, Zack only looks over at his partner. ZACK JONES: Was I not supposed to mention that? Inferno looks at him...then nods, getting a yikes reaction out of Jones before he finds the nearest camera and moves in close. ZACK JONES: I’m sorry, EPA! I ain’t meant it! I was wrong! It’s not chinchilla hair, it’s crocodile skin or something else that’s really cool to have a jacket made out of! Zack then takes a deep breath and looks over at his partner. ZACK JONES: I think I managed to save you from getting arrested… He then looks over at Veronica and Bianca. ZACK JONES: Like a real tag team partner would do! And Inferno and I? We’re damn good at being a team. It’s why we were a credible threat to the ONLY consistent tag team in PDW, Sex Sells. And no, we don’t believe that we won a war last Defiance. We believe that that right there was just more of a taste of what’s to come for you two at Catastrophe. Team DLC begins to slowly make their way down to the ring as Inferno now begins to offer PC and the audience his thoughts. INFERNO: There’s the classic saying, appearances can be deceiving and you two are the biggest deceivers around. You spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on your exteriors because you have nothing of substance to offer from within. You are basically...heh, basically, the most basic of hos. A shiny exterior to cover up the most basic of dark, empty, talentless, gaping wide voids. Voids that many have attempted to fill… Inferno facetiously clears his throat. INFERNO: But I guess there’s nothing wrong with looking pretty, it gives various males something pretty to look at while they form an Eiffel tower around you. Inferno looks off to the side while Zack looks away, tries his best to hold in his laughter. An audible gasp travels throughout the arena. INFERNO: But that’s the problem with people like you. The clothes, the makeup, the hair. It’s all you got. Once you step through those ropes into that ring...you offer absolutely nothing. You can shoot off prices left and right but you can’t tell me the number of frames that occur from my start up animation to the execution of my finisher in which you have a small opportunity to execute a block, pray for a tech or risk experiencing certain defeat. Everyone is confused. INFERNO: But Inferno, you’re looking pretty stylish yourself, you might say. Yes, but everything I have on is fully functional. This shirt plus 55 to my defense. My boots, plus 10 percent passive to my speed. These gloves, plus 24 to my dexterity, and this ring combined with these hands, plus 113 percent damage to basic hos like yourselves. Oh i’ve come prepared. INFERNO: After what I did to Veronica, I’m pretty sure that was far from her first time getting sprayed in the face. No judging, just saying. I now know that you two are just Pretty Common as far as I am concerned. Another all show and no go tag team for us to beat. You go against us and you’ll be basically handing us our most basic victory yet. It’s basically guaranteed. Veronica and Bianca look at each other rolling their eyes as the fans cheer loudly at the comments. As they then put the mics up to their lips as they begin to speak in their normal arrogant tone. VERONICA TAYLOR: Ugh really pretty common look at us no woman in this company let alone the world looks as good as we do. Like its basic fact but then again you two should know all about basics because you both are. All show? Hunty we are plenty go we just don’t dress like common filth. BIANCA DAVIS: Ugh totally your clothes are like offensive to our eyes. Then again the stench I can smell from here is offensive to our noses have you heard of soap or showers? Its disgusting that they let you Zack main event tonight but our match isn’t? Jones responds. ZACK JONES: There’s a pretty big reason I’m main eventing, thing one and thing two. Zack and Inferno both make their way into the ring as Jones continues. ZACK JONES: Actually, there’s quite a few reasons. One, you’ve never seen Viktor Volkov vs Zack Jones. Two, I’m currently a double champion, one of those titles being a World title, so my name currently holds a lot of weight around the wrestling business. Y’all wouldn’t know that because wrestling is kind of out of your heads once this show ends and you go party with those other cake faced, Ronald McDonald looking girls. Three, I am actually a very good wrestler who actually stands a chance against the guy who was HKW World champion for like three weeks or something. Meanwhile, you two would be target practice for the Red Hammer. The audience cheers as they agree with Zack, getting a smile out of the babyface. ZACK JONES: And lastly- It happens almost all of a sudden. Zack turns to Bianca and is immediately sprayed in the eyes with some hairspray! Inferno is caught with some as well, courtesy of Veronica! Once the two women are satisfied with what they’ve done, they drop the cans of hairspray and quickly roll out of the ring, leaving Zack and Inferno clutching at their eyes in pain! Inferno is the first to clear his eyes of it, but Zack follows second later. As the two men still show some effects of the hairspray to the eyes, Inferno does the Inferno pose and the audience cheers as Team DLC stares down The Pretty Committee, knowing they have to go through one another at Catastrophe. ![]() Cameras transition backstage where Felicity Banks is shown walking toward one of the exits inside the arena. She’s still in her gear, but you could barely tell she was in a match after making short work of Kyan Winters. Thee “SUPREEEEMAAAAH” of HKW scratches at the back of her head as she reaches the door and pushes it open, only to walk right into Defiance correspondent, Lola J. LOLA J: Oh, Fel! What’s up? I was just coming to tell you that Romeo wanted to see you in his office before you left. Something about your night not being over yet. Felicity blinks hard and glides her fingers through her hair, staring at Lola as if she has a question to ask. FELICITY BANKS: Should’ve known it wasn’t gonna be this easy. She turns around and drags her feet down the hall, ignoring everything and everyone around her. She makes a sharp turn and sees the office door of Romeo Price opened just a smidge, peeking inside to scope out the scene. FELICITY BANKS: Do I have to knock if your door’s open, bossdude? ROMEO PRICE: Usually I would prefer it Ms. Banks but it’s late I don’t care for these sorts of procedures as of right now. Please come in Ms. Banks... Felicity shrugs and pushes the door open to see the Defiance GM sitting behind his desk with what appears to be a contract in hand. FELICITY BANKS: Oh my god. Please don’t tell me you’re second guessing this number one contenders match at Catastrophe! She panics, taking a step closer to try and see if she could read what was on the paper. FELICITY BANKS: I swear to God what happened at Defiance 51 was a one time thing! I was … sick as hell and I was barely able to function! I can beat Volkov, and who else is there really? I’ve been waiting long enough to get another shot at the World title and you can’t just take it away from me without telling me why! Romeo laughs at Felicity’s paranoia and goes to answer, but something (someone) behind the Triple Crown winner gets his attention. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Maybe he is just...smart man. Viktor Volkov chuckles to himself as he enters the office, shutting the door behind him. The big Russian brawler adjusts his cut before speaking up once more. VIKTOR VOLKOV: I mean, come on. Your time has come and gone, ‘Felly’. Is the Reapers’ time, now. If he takes away this opportunity from you...you cannot argue against this. Felicity rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, never making any eye contact with the Russian. FELICITY BANKS: My time has come and gone? Cute. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have disposed of Kyan as fast as I did. If that were the goddamn case, I wouldn’t have been given another shot to become the number one contender. She finally turns around, scowling in Volkov’s direction. FELICITY BANKS: You should really be on your knees bowing to me since I’m the reason you even have a brand to claim you run. Three years, Volkov. For three years I carried Defiance on my back.You and the Reapers? She sneers. FELICITY BANKS: You’ve been dominant for a few months. Good job. Try doing that for years without a break. Try becoming the ONE and ONLY face of Defiance without any fucking help. Maybe then you’ll have a legitimate claim at my time here being up. Till then? She points at the Defiance sign on Romeo’s wall. FELICITY BANKS: This brand is mine. ROMEO PRICE: Guys, li--- Volkov is suddenly enraged by her comment, stepping up to the much shorter Banks. VIKTOR VOLKOV: WE RUN THIS BRAND. NOT YOU!! YOU HEAR ME? WE ARE THE O-- Now annoyed and frustrated Price slams his fist down on the desk as he nows stands up to his feet. ROMEO PRICE: SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU!!!! The two look over to the fuming general manager before taking their seats in front his desk as if they were some school kids having to go talk to the principle. Romeo straightened up his suit and cleared his throat before taking his seat. ROMEO PRICE: Now if you two are done behaving like children, may I tell you both why you are here? Felicity nods while Volkov simply crosses his arms and shoots daggers through the GM with his eyes. Price studies them both for a moment and nods to himself. ROMEO PRICE: I’m not pulling the match. In fact, I want to see this match happen for well….my own selfish reasons. This isn’t a match that can just be ignored and it is certainly something I need to see happen as well as the World Championship match. Romeo holds up a finger. ROMEO PRICE: But….But….There’s only one thing that I ask of you both that is terribly crucial to the livelihood of this match. Similar to the stipulations I gave Mr. Winters and Mr. Atwater earlier tonight, the two of you may not lay a single finger on each other. You see...I don’t want none of you walking into Catastrophe having an excuse as to why one lost or one had their hand raised. I don’t have the time or patience to deal with that as of now. This…. He looks over to Volkov’s cut. ROMEO PRICE: Hmph….This tyranny has certainly became more than tolerable since the moment it has even began. Now..Since signing on to this job I have noticed the grip this...band of...infestation has had on this brand whether it’s behind closed doors basking away in the shadows or out in the open. Price now looks over to Felicity. ROMEO PRICE: …..Hmph...And I have notice some more than other have no regards for their well being only being fueled by their pride. Whether it was for the good or...Bad. I’m not looking to keep any of this going any longer. I plan to see this all come to an absolute end and I plan for this ending to happen at Catastrophe. The general manager now looks down to the contract that he has put together for this particular match. ROMEO PRICE: I may seem a bit abrasive at times more so than others. But I’m a fair man nonetheless...I have watched a man who can stand by himself and fight along with the best this company has to offer...Simply sign away every bit of self respect just to please another...For a championship that has been stolen away from man who deserves helluva lot more than what he has had to deal with due to a group of imbeciles. I have also seen a woman who I have the utmost respect for also fall victim to the same individual and this group but...Only difference she doesn’t answer to them nor owe them anything...At least not anymore….Hmph… He looks up to them and studies their expressions on their faces. ROMEO PRICE: You two are both former World Champions. Two of the toughest to ever hold that championship in fact. If the two of you have the craving that begs for World Championship then you will abide by these rules….And will not lay a hand on each other until Catastrophe….Understood? Felicity lets out a labored sigh, glaring over at the much taller Viktor Volkov. FELICITY BANKS: Capice. The big Russian returns her glare, before directing his attentions to the General Manager. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Fine...I do this. But don't for one second think that just because you have fancy office and big desk that you run this place. Everything you have is because the Reapers want it that way. Felicity can’t help but laugh at Volkov’s comments, looking over at the wall while shaking her head. Price rolls his eyes after hearing Volkov’s statement as he begins to speak. ROMEO PRICE: ……...Hmph….Now, with that out of the way. There is something else I want to inform you two about... He looks over at Felicity. ROMEO PRICE: Ms. Banks you will serve as the special guest referee in tonight’s main event with Mr. Jones and Mr. Volkov. We will see if you two can abide by these rules as you say you will or...Do what you to do best and go against them... The crowd inside the arena let out a roar of approval as Felicity stands up from her seat and smirks in Volkov’s direction. FELICITY BANKS: No worries, big guy. I’ll call it right down the middle. She goes to give Volkov a pat on the back, but stops herself and whispers ‘no touching.’ She continues out of the GM’s office, leaving Volkov and Romeo behind. The Red Wolf takes a second to stare at Price, his silent rage telling the story before he grunts and exits the office. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Raven Apollyon is already in the ring, warming up in her corner. Whisper points to her before she announces her. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, she is RAVEN APOLLYON!!! 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. WHISPER VIPERI: And her opponent, he is BRIAN STRYKER!!! 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. SINGLES MATCH Brian Stryker vs Raven Apollyon DING! DING! DING! Brian looks out at the audience as the bell rings and nods to the fans before turning around and eating a dropkick to the face from Raven! Apollyon then gets to her feet and begins stomping away at the former Bloodlust champion, clearly not wanting to get the upper hand from the start. She quickly gets him up after that and irish whips him into the corner before taunting the audience a bit, getting a solid round of boos. BRIAN MASON: Raven quickly trying to put Stryker away and maybe hoping to send a message to the woman she was supposed to face at Catastrophe. JACK WARREN: Or maybe she’s trying to just beat up Brian Stryker, which I would love to do as well! BRIAN MASON: You don’t even have a broken arm anymore, Jack. Why don’t you get back in the ring? JACK WARREN: BECAUSE I GAINED A LOT OF FUCKING WEIGHT, OKAY? YOUR BITCH KEEPS MAKING ME COOKIES AND THEY’RE SO GOOD! GOT IT? GOOD! Raven then runs towards the corner where Stryker is at, but he shoots out of the corner and catches her with a european uppercut, laying her out! Stryker, realizing he can put her way right here, quickly gets to his feet and exits out onto the apron before he begins climbing the turnbuckles! BRIAN MASON: It looks like Stryker might end this early. JACK WARREN: NO, FUCK THAT GUY! Stryker reaches the top turnbuckle and stands atop of it for a bit...before he leaps off, flipping and landing a shooting star press on Apollyon! The former Bloodlust champion then goes for the cover as the audience counts along with the ref! BRIAN MASON: AIR STRYKE! JACK WARREN: Disgusting. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner...BRIAN STRYKER! Stryker gets his hand raised in victory after the match while the audience cheers. He then exits the ring and celebrates with the fans. BRIAN MASON: A quick victory for Stryker tonight! JACK WARREN: YOU SUCK, RAVEN APOLLYON! GET OUTTA HERE! BOO! BOO, I SAY! The match is over as Brian Stryker gets to his feet exhausted from the match. Before he can even have a moment to breath though, Nicole Hamilton rolled into the ring and clubbed Stryker in the back of the head with a double axe handle, sending Stryker spilling out of the ring and to the ground in front of the announce table. BRIAN MASON: This is pathetic. Nicole with the sneak attack on a tired Stryker. JACK WARREN: All is far in war. Nicole wants to soften Stryker up so she can make him say “I Quit” like the bitch he is. Nicole follows Stryker out of the ring and starts to deliver stomps to Stryker. She is screaming at him, telling him she will banish him from her baby forever! She stops her stomps but grabs a chair from the time keeper. She folds it up and holds it above her head, but Stryker manages enough energy to deliver a punch to Nicole’s stomach, forcing her to drop the chair as she doubled over. Stryker gets to his feet and took a moment to breath as he grabbed the top of the announce table as he ripped it off, pulling the monitors out at well. The commenters roll back, not wanting to get hit by a flying tv monitor. JACK WARREN: What the hell are you doing? Those are expensive monitors! They cost more than you make in a year! Stryker continues to strip the table bare, knocking a cup over that belonged to Jack Warren, who gets very upset over it. JACK WARREN: My Henny...I mean coffee! Definitely coffee in that cup that you spilled all over the floor! BRIAN MASON: Worry less about your “coffee”. We should really move! Stryker grabs Nicole and tosses her onto the announce table, climbing after her. He lifts her up onto his shoulders in an Argentinian Rack. Stryker then spins her off his shoulders and powerbombs Nicole right through the table! The table collapses under the force as Nicole lays in the middle of the wreck, grabbing her back in pain. BRIAN MASON: Stryker calls that the Kilauea Eruption! And he just gave Nicole Hamilton a firsthand experience of it! JACK WARREN: He’s a bastard who spilled my drink. Stryker gets up from the wreckage of the table and glares down at Nicole. He throws his arms out as the crowd cheers as he continues to look down at his CATASTROPHE opponent. BRIAN MASON: A strong message from Nicole but in the end Stryker responded. How will these two try to kill each other at Catastrophe? JACK WARREN: Stryker owes me a new drink. I better be reimbursed for this bullshit. That was an expensive cup of coffee. WINNER: Brian Stryker (0:51) |
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![]() EARLIER TONIGHT Nest was lurking in the shadows of the arena when he became aware of the opportunity presented to Xavier Asher Daniels. A menacing smile was plastered all over his face followed by an equal menacing laughter. NEST:... Au' Contraire… ...Later... XAD is seen walking down the hallway, clearly trying to get mentally ready for his match later on tonight. He turns the corner to another empty hallway; however, Xavier stops after feeling a slight cool breeze brush the back of his neck. XAD quickly turns around, but nothing is there. Suddenly he hears drumsticks clunking along the wall behind him. Without giving him a chance to turn back around Nest clocks XAD in the back of the head with his steel sticks. Xavier crumbles to the ground as Nest stands over him chuckling. XAD begins to stir on the ground and once again gets whacked with the loaded drumsticks. NEST: ...Curtain call…Let’s ride... Nest begins to chuckle as he lifts XAD’s lifeless body, hoists it over his shoulders and heads out the emergency exit. A camera tries to follow Nest outside but he turns around glares directly into the lens, and the poor guy didn’t take long to get the message before scurrying off. ![]() The show cuts backstage to where The Crimson Baroness is sitting backstage in her locker room; she doesn’t look all that fresh after her tag team match, cricking her neck to work out the kinks as she talks to herself. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Team me with a psychopath like Alex Reyn... Her attention is drawn towards the doorway, however, as Pax Mayson enters the room. He stands there with his arms folded across his chest, looking down at The Crimson Baroness. She sighs, rolling her eyes before looking up at Pax. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: I know you’re not here to purge me, sweetie, so unless you’ve just come for a closer look at the girls again I’m going to have to ask you to leave... The Baroness pushes herself up off her seat so she’s standing in front of one of the men she’ll be facing in two weeks time at Catastrophe. Pax arches an eyebrow as his smirk spreads, his gaze drops to her chest for just a moment as he steps closer, hooking one finger in her collar and tugging it away with a smirk as he glances down her shirt before he steps back. PAX MAYSON: Nah. Ain’t why I’m here, darlin’. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Then I’m going to need you to leave; I’ve already had to put up with Alex Reyn’s tediousness, and the fuckery that was the tag match … so I’m all out of patience tonight. PAX MAYSON: Kid, if I've ever given you the impression that I gave a shit what y’wanted then I'm obviously doin’ something wrong. He snorted and shook his head. A wry smirk crosses her face as she looks Pax straight in the eyes. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: You’ve done a lot wrong, sweetie. Otherwise you might be the Bloodlust champion already… The Crimson Baroness shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, inhaling through gritted teeth before speaking again. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Or are you banking entirely on the Mansion of Ruin match in two weeks time? Here I was thinking you were hungry for the title. Pax rolls his eyes in amusement. PAX MAYSON: I’m not fuckin’ saying I won't purge Ashlyn if the opportunity falls in my lap. But I ain't going out of my way for it either. He shifts, leaning back against the wall. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: This whole Purge season is wasted on you, sweetie... PAX MAYSON: Nah, just because I’m not out there lookin’ like a fucking idiot hiding in bushes waitin’ for y’all. I’m picking my spots because I’m not a fuckin’ dumbass so desperate to get the belt that I’ll be satisfied with one night. When I get that belt I’m gonna fuckin’ keep it for good long time. He pushes up off of the wall, looking a little twitchy and manic as he drums his fingertips along his thigh like he can’t hold still. PAX MAYSON: When I get that fuckin’ belt what I’m gonna do is shrink it down to a vapor and it’s gonna pass through my skin, into my pores and my blood cells and it’s gonna fuckin’ become a part of my body. It’s gonna be part of me. When I get that belt, from that fuckin’ moment, it’s gonna pump along with my heart, my blood. He paces a little, agitated, fingers still twitching at his sides. PAX MAYSON: Every breath that I take with my lungs will be taken along with that belt and that belt is gonna be damned right alongside my soul for all the sins I’m gonna commit. Nobody will be able to purge me… nobody will be able to take it from me because it’s part of me. So if you or any of the rest of y’all ever want to take it home again you’re gonna have to drag my dead fuckin’ body down the street with you. He smirks, looking almost amusingly boyish. PAX MAYSON: And a lot of fuckin’ people have tried to put a bullet in my face before because I just don’t fuckin’ know when to shut up but nobody’s done it yet. If I ain’t been killed by now I’m not gonna ever die. The Baroness stares at him, wide eyed and impressed by the passion Pax has just shown for the Bloodlust title; it far outweighs her own passion for the title, which she mainly wants as a means of elevating her current standing here in HKW. But she’s neither likely to admit that, nor pass up the opportunity to take the belt back for herself in favor of somebody else. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Admirable, sweetie. Such passion, your zeal for that title belt, for the glory - I can feel it. And it’s far more real to me than an Ashlyn De Luca or a Riley Lynn, or an Ashley Marie Chase. It’s more personable than Alex Reyn, and perhaps only matched in intensity by Aries’ unquenchable lust for putting boots in asses… She pauses, stepping closer to Pax as they both wear matching smirks. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: And in two weeks time when Brian Stryker and Nicole Hamilton fight it out in that I Quit Match, when one of them gets eliminated from the Bloodlust division once and for all; when we’re free from the faux murder claims and Hot Topic attitude, or the human pincushion who’ll never say die … until something better comes along to grab his attention … they can re-enter the race along with the rest of those who’ll be left behind… The Baroness cricks her neck again, moaning softly after an audible click in her spine. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: Because that Bloodlust title isn’t becoming part of you. After Catastrophe that belt will be adorning my waist once more… Pax laughs, shaking his head as he takes a step closer to The Baroness, his blue-grey eyes locked on hers as his smirk widens. PAX MAYSON: That’s about as likely to happen as a pig growin’ fuckin’ wings and flying, doll. Fuckin’ believe me when I say I never fuckin’ lie. You’re gonna have to fuckin’ kill me to get rid of me, sunshine. When I walk out with the Bloodlust title, if y’want it back after that you’re gonna have to carve it out of my chest with a skilsaw. I’m gonna be standing on the top of the mountain, alone, for a long ass time. In the haunted whatever the fuck mansion, we’re gonna burn together but you’re gonna perish alone. He takes another step, forcing himself a little bit farther into her face. She simply bites her bottom lip as they stare into one another’s eyes for a moment longer. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: We’ll see, sweetie. She steps away, picking up her bag from off the bench where she was sitting initially. THE CRIMSON BARONESS: A skilsaw you say? I’ll be sure to pick one up just in case. The Baroness pushes past him to leave the locker room and he shoulders into her way, hooking a finger in her collar and tugging it away again, obviously glancing down her shirt before shrugging and stepping aside. She leaves Pax behind, alone, as the show cuts back to ringside. Our scene cuts to a hallway backstage where we see… something incredibly bizarre, honestly. As the hallway has been adorned with several plastic animals, of all shapes and sizes. A Flamingo, a bear, a red panda, the ragged and torn costume that once may very well have belonged to the Calamari Kid, and at the end of the hallway - perched on the edge of a trashcan - is an owl. No, it’s not Harbinger’s owl, it’s actually a rather convincing facsimile of the Bubo Owl from the old Clash of the Titans movie. In it’s mouth is a vanilla envelope that reads: “For my good pal, Harby” The camera pulls back down the hallway to reveal a sign taped to the wall just around the corner from it that reads: “In here Harbinger, this totally isn’t a trap/set-up. Honest! Scout’s Honor!” JINX HEXTALL: … I wonder if I’m being too obvious… The camera jerks to the side, startled, to show Jinx Hextall observing her handiwork. The fact that she’s clad in her ring gear and appears to have a cricket bat strapped to her back does little to dispel that she understands the concept of ‘Scout’s Honor’... or she just simply doesn’t care. JINX HEXTALL: Eh well, hope he likes it. Hearing someone coming from off-camera, Jinx quickly rushes off-screen to hide. The heavy footsteps are unmistakable before the large shadow looms over where the camera is. He looks at the sign on the wall before focusing down on the makeshift animal that has come to be something of a sign of him. HARBINGER: You dare mock Him. You are just like those “scouts” that you say have honor. Reaching to the fake owl, he grabs it by the head. His grip threatens to crush it as he looks at angrily before plucking the envelope from it’s fraudulent beak. JINX HEXTALL: Hey there Harby! Harbinger turns slowly, holding the envelope. Jinx stands before him with the cricket bat that had been strapped to her back moments before. She’s got a wide cheesy grin on her face as she levels it at him. JINX HEXTALL: Oh don’t mind me, go ahead and read the letter! I’m excited to see what your response will be! He looks at the envelope in his hand, the look of anger and rage growing in his eyes, his hand threatening to curl into a fist and crush it for the simple offense of having words and expecting to be read. HARBINGER: Say it. Call me stupid and I won’t wait to show you how wrong you are for thinking this is a game. JINX HEXTALL: Oooooohkay. You’re seeming a little testy. Even for you, so tell you what you hand the letter to me… With that Jinx lowers the cricket bat and reaches out with her free hand, snagging the envelope from the big man’s grasp. JINX HEXTALL: … and you hold this… With that she idly hands the man who attacked her last Defiance the cricket bat. She quickly opens the envelope and digs out the letter she’d written earlier. JINX HEXTALL: … so I can read it to you. She clears her throat in a loud and obnoxious manner which does little to diminish the annoyed look on Harbinger’s face, his grip noticeably tightening on the handle of the cricket bat. Jinx reaches off-screen and somehow comes back with a pair of thick reading glasses which she perches on her face before finally, mercifully, starting the letter. JINX HEXTALL: Let’s see… ‘Hello, Harby. It’s me Jinx. When I woke up from the beating you gave me last Defiance I haveta admit, I kinda blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of why you’d deign to pick on little ol’ me. Now I’m something of a shy, quiet Canadian gal, but my folks raised me to be brave, and determined to get what I want, so I ask you now - as a blushing gal - if you, Harbinger-” She pokes him in the chest casually. JINX HEXTALL: - would take me, Jinx Hextall - With a flourish she waves away fake tears, taking an exaggerated, hitching breath as she feigns nervousness. JINX HEXTALL: - to be your opponent in a hardcore match this coming Pay-Per-View. I eagerly await your favorable response. To RSVP call 555-555-5559, extension 12- She squints at the bottom of the letter. JINX HEXTALL: … XOXOXOXO.’ Well you can’t say this wasn’t written with passion. With that the Canuck whips off her reading glasses and wheels to face Harbinger. Offering him the letter back as she gently takes her cricket bat back from the big man. JINX HEXTALL: So Harby, whattya say? I bared my heart, please don’t leave me hangin’... With the letter in hand, Harbinger grumbles the envelope into the smallest and tightest of balls, never taking his gaze from Jinx. HARBINGER: I accepted this weeks ago. You just don’t know it. The feather of life in your toy bird. That was my letter to you like this one. You need to be remade and it’s my job to do it through pain. After I’m done with you, your suffering will be legendary even in Hell and my part of it will be well known and I’ll have my reward. That is why I did not use your own weapon on you just now. I have to wait… They said I have to and only do it at the right time. It’ll be a spectacle for both of us. Do me proud and make the most of the gift I give you like I have with the one from Him. Turning, Harbinger stops and looks down at the fake owl again, growing angry and growling under his breath. HARBINGER: That thing needs to be burned. JINX HEXTALL: Oh it’s not that bad. I mean the movie’s fucking atrocious b- you totally don’t care do you? She sighs, before perking up. JINX HEXTALL: Oh, by the way Harby? Harbinger turns only to get cracked across the forehead with the cricket bat, he falls like a mighty oak, getting laid out flat on his back. Jinx sighs and tosses the bat down the hallway before squatting beside the big man. JINX HEXTALL: Thanks for making this gal so, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo happy. Consider this a date! Oh, got you something by the way… Jinx reaches into her ring gear top before pulling out a flower, upon closer inspection it’s a gaudy, powder blue boutonniere. She pins it to Harbinger’s shirt, giving it an affectionate pat before coming to a stand. JINX HEXTALL: Can’t wait, see you then babe! With that Jinx turns and walks off screen, giggling merrily. The camera stays on the downed man with the sound of Jinx giggling fading away off camera. After a few seconds of waiting, Harbinger sits up simply and easily as if he was only waking up from a nap. Looking down at his chest, he pulls the flower and clutches it into his hand, laughing as he crushes it into his fist as the camera fades out. ![]() A group of crew members went through unspeakable covert measures to follow Nest. He had put XAD in the bed of a pickup truck and drove 5 miles out to Elmwood Cemetery. Nest parked off to the side of the road next to a ditch and the crew watched him drag XAD through the mud. At one point, XAD’s head knocked over a tombstone. Once he was out of sight a lone cameraman ventured out like a truly dedicated journalist. Nest had to have been there earlier in the day because there was a designated pre-dugged grave, complete with a head stone that read “Xavier Asher Daniels (Fuck His Birthday - October 23, 2016)” NEST: You told me that there was nothing I could do that hasn’t already been to do you… Nest starts to chuckle. NEST: You wanted to go down this road with me. So eager and willing to jam with the best. I don’t blame your ignorance in challenging me. I do, however, question your persistence in testing me. I told you we’d make some pretty sick music together...but now it’s time to take it to the bridge. Not many bridges around here but I figured a grave shall do just fine. Nest laughs again as he speaks down to Xavier’s body, which is only a kick away from falling into the grave. NEST: Your mistake is you continue to compare me to RIP. I’m no one you or anyone in the HKW locker room has ever seen before. I don’t have to make a big fuss. I can lurk in the shadow, calculate. Oversee. I can drift away in the background and make you and everyone else in Hard Knox think I’m small potatoes. I love it when they underestimate me. Luke underestimated me, and now I’m his father. You underestimated me... In a sudden rage, Nest kicks XAD down into the grave. NEST: ...AND NOW I’M YOUR MAKER… Nice to meet you... Nest grabs the shovel next to the pile of dirt used to make the grave. NEST: I want you to say hello to everyone I’ve ever loved. This is the only way you’ll understand… Just as Nest scoops up some dirt to throw in the grave, XAD pops up, grabs him by the legs and yanks him down. Nest tries to fight XAD off but he’s too quick. XAD catches Nest with a forearm to the face knocking him down. After a few stomps, XAD used Nest’s downed body as a stool to push himself out of the grave. He stumbles around before falling into the pile of the dirt. XAD struggles to his feet, clutching the back of his head. He literally has no clue where he his. Thankfully, he notices the cameraman hiding in the bush. Sucking wind and wildly looking back to see if Nest was getting back up, XAD looked at the camera guy and came to his senses. XAD: Get me to the arena I have a match to win. ![]() 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. WHISPER VIPERI: Now making her way to the ring, hailing from sunny Miami and representing the Reapers In Pride, she is brought to you tonight by Skinnybunny Tea and the Florida Commission on Tourism -- who remind you that in The Sunshine State, we're way more than just Zika ... Visit Florida -- this is A ... G ... THRRREEEE!!!!! 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. A few moments later, The familiar, gold symbol appeared on the large tron, and the arena was bathed in a dark purple light as “When Doves Cry” begins to play. WHISPER VIPERI: AND HER OPPONENT! FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 POUNDS, XAAAAAVIER....ASHER....DANIELS! Unlike normally, where the sound of the guitar playing echoes throughout the arena, The theme plays uninterrupted and Daniels is nowhere in sight and his music dies out. A.G III looks visibly annoyed as she asks the referee where XAD is as they play his music once again. WHISPER VIPERI: Um… her opponent, From San Diego, California, weighing in at 170 Pounds, Xavier… Asher… Daniels! Despite the repeated introduction, Daniels still does not appear as the fans begin to boo loudly and A.G III begins to pace back and forth in the ring, agitated at the apparent no show. Just as the referee begins to walk towards Whisper to tell her that the match is off, Daniels bursts through the curtains, covered in the dirt and grime from something? transpired before the show took place as he hobbles down to the ringside area. WINNER RECEIVES FUTURE CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY SINGLES MATCH Xavier Asher Daniels vs. A.G. 3 DING! DING! DING! Xavier sides underneath the ropes as the bell rings, and is quickly greeted with boots straight to the spine from A.G III as she goes right on the attack. She begins to light Daniels up with several Soccer Ball Kicks right to the ribs, then hits an Axe Kick right to the back of the head of XAD that sends him slamming down into the canvas. A.G III doesn’t allow Daniels the chance to recover as she hoists him back up to his feet and hits a Northern Lights Suplex, but doesn’t keep the bridge and opts to roll Daniels over onto his back and hook the leg, using the ropes for leverage as she goes for the pin. ONE! TWO! TH - KICKOUT BY DANIELS JACK WARREN: Title match opportunity on the line here and quite frankly? Only person who can make a claim to deserving it is A.G. 3. BRIAN MASON: You're joking, right? Xavier has been around this business for a while now and done everything he can for this company. Why doesn't he deserve a shot? JACK WARREN: Because he deserves to be on the sideline with James Shark. A.G III pulls XAD up to all fours, then punts him right in the ribs as Daniels is sent rolling out of the ring down to the floor below. She quickly follows after XAD and picks him up as she traps him against the ring barrier and begins to grind her forearm right into the face of Daniels, before slapping him repeatedly as she throws in a few insults for good measure as the crowd all around them boos. A.G III then pulls XAD to try to go for a Suplex on the outside, but Daniels blocks the attempt. She tries again, and Daniels shoves her away, then catches her with a knee to the ribs! Daniels fires off with hard left hands before delivering a Spin Kick to the midsection of A.G III, then throws her hard into the ring apron. He tosses her into the ring and follows after as he climbs up onto the ring apron. As A.G III gets up to her knees, Daniels slingshots himself into the ring and catches her right in the chest with a Dropkick! XAD looks around at the fans, before he looks up to the ceiling and begins to spin in place on his heels before stopping on a dime - and leaping into the air as he connects with a Standing Moonsault! He tosses her into the ring and follows after as he climbs up onto the ring apron. As A.G III gets up to her knees, Daniels slingshots himself into the ring and catches her right in the chest with a Dropkick! He drops down and goes for a pin! ONE! TW- XAD is quickly yanked out of the ring, then turned inside out with a wicked clothesline by Nest! JACK WARREN: Well, it looks like all of our worries just went out the window! Nest does us all a favor by putting his foot forward and basically stating that XAD doesn't deserve this over him either. BRIAN MASON: Could've just let them wrestle and figured it out from there... All Nest is doing is trying to make his mark, even if making his mark comes down to this. DING! DING! DING! The referee leans through the ropes and tells Whisper his decision as her voice comes booming across the speakers. WHISPER VIPERI: The official decision of this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST! The referee quickly calls for the bell as Nest lifts XAD up and slings him spine first into the ringpost and the two begin to pick up where they left off earlier in the night as they brawl! Nest is easily overpowering Daniels as he throws him up the ramp and begins to stomp at him. Officials try to get to Nest and break up the fight, but he begins to toss them aside as he stalks towards Daniels - who leaps back up to his feet and hits Nest with a right hand, trying to fight back! BRIAN MASON: And XAD is fighting back against Nest! Those officials can barely get a handle on this thing. JACK WARREN: A.G. 3 should feel robbed after this. I know I would, but not everyone is me, nor can they be me. A.G III makes it back up to her feet inside of the ring and sees the brawl happening as both disappear behind the curtain, before turning to lay into the referee as she realizes she’s been disqualified because of Nest’s unwanted involvement. He refuses to change his position and the decision stays final, only enraging A.G III further. WINNER: No Contest (4:12) |
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The camera feed switches to the backstage area. Artemis sits cross-legged on a production crate, gazing upon her HKW World Tag Team Championship. On the floor in front of her is Scarlet Flint, who is doing the same. Artemis breaks her gaze to look down at her “sister,” where she shakes her head. They are both still frazzled about the words that Surgical Tendencies mentioned earlier in the night. ARTEMIS KAISER: TCH! Artemis roughly places her belt on the side of crate next to herself. SCARLET FLINT: Shit, I see why they call DeMarcus the smart . At least his shit made sense, some of it anyway. ARTEMIS KAISER: Individuals? If we’re just individuals , then that makes matters worse. She mildly grumbles to herself. ARTEMIS KAISER: At least we don’t whine, Scarlet. Those two will whine and complain when everything’s not going in their favor, but when it’s high time for a match, they spew all the pretentious nonsense they can. What happens when we beat them, Scarlet? Artemis lowers her head for a moment. ARTEMIS KAISER: Clear-cut and concise. They had to hold you down the way they did in order to win. Now they parade around with a win. Nonsense . It makes my teeth ache just thinking about it. She lolls her tongue in her mouth, gliding it over her canines. ARTEMIS KAISER: And what else are we supposed to do? We can hold these belts for ages, but we can have other goals… Her voice drops in volume as she speaks. A moment later, a look of discomfort crosses her face. ARTEMIS KAISER: We both know what happens after we win. As Artemis finishes her statement, Scarlet lets out a small, dry laugh. SCARLET FLINT: You know, it’s kinda’ funny to me. Our respective goal in HKW has been to face competition and beat ass. In the beginning, yall heard us talk about making the division better; yall heard say we wanted to fight. She held up her hand. SCARLET FLINT: The only thing on ours minds was making these belts mean something again. And by hook or by crook, we were going to accomplish that goal. However, it was YOU motherfuckas that made it all about getting to five defenses—not us. That wasn’t Sine Mora’s doing. And then you got the nerve to try and throw it in our faces, after you cheated to win? Get the fuck outta’ here! She shakes her head. SCARLET FLINT: But, now that we is soooo close to pulling off the impossible—shit, we might as well do it out of spite. We should do it to piss all yall the hell off, to make yall furious—we should do it to snap the life out of Surgical Tendencies. After lowering her hand, Scarlet shakes her head as the camera shifts back up to focus on Artemis’ face. ARTEMIS KAISER: The reason why you both were in the triple threat match was because you whined and whined until you got your way. We gave these people an out, because they grew tired of hearing you two bitch. You squandered that chance. Then you did the same thing and you cheated to secure your spot at Catastrophe. Scarlet and I think of this match as our fifth defense, not out of arrogance. No, we both know that we are walking in to decimate you and educate you on something that you are apparently not enlightened on. Artemis sneers. ARTEMIS KAISER: Disgraces to your family and to your upbringing. That’s what you two are. Because in the end of it all, if we beat you, then what are you two really? Talented? Sure. Charismatic? Definitely. Successful? No. Not even close. You’re two wastes of good mass. The camera pans back over to Scarlet as she quickly cracks her knuckles. SCARLET FLINT: Now that Artemis has addressed yall as a whole, let me be a fucking individual and address you, Williams. She motions for the cameraman to zoom in on her; in turn, the camera does indeed zoom in. SCARLET FLINT: Allow a bitch to be real for moment—HKW can’t handle an unchained Scarlet. You see, an unchained Scarlet capitated every single person in Women of Miami Wrestling. An unchained Scarlet waltzed into Ultimate Force Wrestling, murdered everyone in her path, and won the company’s world title maybe four matches. An unchained Scarlet struck fear into Visionaries of Wrestling’s entire locker room; I had them fuckers shitting on themselves on the daily, hoping my ire didn’t turn towards them… Her stare was icy, cold. SCARLET FLINT: You and ya homie got your lil’ win. So yeah, I know you feelin’ yourselves at the moment. But, surely yo’ mama told you not to play around with fire. It aint something you simply bounce back from—it’s deadly, yeah? Me? Doing whatever I want to do? With no rules or restrictions? Shiiiiiitt! That aint fire pimpin’—that napalm . Scarlet pauses for a moment. SCARLET FLINT: You don’t want me to see me at my worst behavior William, you really don’t. Because that Scarlet won’t stop at just embarrassing you; that Scarlet aint going to stop that just beating you in the ring. And once she has ripped your head off, she’ll make her way down the roster—butchering people to and fro, on a mere whim . She grunts lightly. SCARLET FLINT: Bitches say they bout that work. Bitches say they bout that action. But, most of em’ is faking the funk. Scarlet Flint aint a fake; and I aint a damn fraud. So William, when I tell you to shut your fucking mouth and be suffice with regular ass-beating version of Scarlet, then you should really heed that warning. There’s a bit of an awkward silence that trails her words. Suddenly, the camera shifts to Artemis’ face. She paid little attention to Scarlet’s words, as she was off in thought. For a moment, it looks as if she is perplexed. Artemis then lets out a sigh as she looks down at her tag team partner. ARTEMIS KAISER: ...They may be right. SCARLET FLINT: Hmm? The fuck you going on about? Artemis looks off for a moment, before returning her gaze to Scarlet. ARTEMIS KAISER: Once we win, you do know that we have a championship shot, the big one. She struggles to force the words out. ARTEMIS KAISER: I think this is the end of the road. She straightens, regaining her composure and confidence. ARTEMIS KAISER: We both need to move forward after this. We have conquered the tag division, but this is hardly the end of us. Win or lose, Scarlet, this is Sine Mora’s last match. Scarlet turns and glances upward at her tag partner for a moment. She has always known the implications of getting to five defenses. But, hearing out loud, it seems to take her by surprise. After a moment or two, Scarlet lets out a small sigh and shrugs her shoulders. SCARLET FLINT: ...So be it. She raises up her tiny fist. SCARLET FLINT: But let it be known, me and you have whatever the hell we’ve wanted since we signed here. So, regardless of what Han Solo and Chewie say, regardless of anyone says, Sine Mora is going out on its own terms...deal? Artemis hops off the crate as Scarlet stands to her feet. They bump fists. Artemis then pulls her into a hug. When they break apart, Artemis looks at Scarlet contently. ARTEMIS KAISER: Deal. Scarlet smirks. SCARLET FLINT: Tonight tho’, let’s go bust a couple of bitches in the head. The bottom of my boot got an affinity for butter faces and plastic. The scene fades out. ![]() The scene fades backstage inside the RIP locker room or better known as their clubhouse for tonight’s event. Some loud music was heard blaring throughout the room while members were talking amongst one another sharing a few laughs here and there. The rooms door pops open as Sgt. of Arms Viktor Volkov walks into the locker room followed by The Prez and Shelton Monroe. Volkov motions for the music to be turned off and Reese immediately turns it off. Studying their expressions they meant business and wasn’t in much of a joking mood. CHANCE FROST: What’s going on, brothers? The Red Wolf turns to Chance, surveying the table he’s leaning against, beer can in hand. Viktor points to the table before speaking. VIKTOR VOLKOV: The Prez has something to say. Everyone listen. And Chance, give me lighter. Frost complies, throwing the bic lighter up to the Russian who steps aside, giving Lance Winters the room as he lights up his cigarette. The Prez looks around the room for a moment and grunts. LANCE WINTERS: Boys...Girls...Our Catastrophe main event has been set. The World Championship is coming back home where it belongs. We all know what it means once we lose something like that. When one person loses it..We all lose it. The Prez looks around to a few men in particular. LANCE WINTERS: Past few weeks, months even we made it the point of putting down a rabid dog like Atwater down. No matter how stupid of him it was to keep getting back up he just did. I shouldn’t have to tell you all how serious of a match up this is. When it comes to these sort of things...We handle it ourselves. WE HANDLE OUR OWN business . We fight our own battles and THIS..This. He points to the ground. LANCE WINTERS: These battles we are preparing ourselves for are no different. You all have done enough already. I don’t want ANY OF you to lay a single finger on Shane. I don’t even want you to look at him. This is between us. Just like the match last Defiance was between us but thanks to her highness, she took that away from us. He looks over to Volkov. LANCE WINTERS: I can’t blame the Red Wolf for that self centered bitch actions. Lance now looks back to the club members. LANCE WINTERS: Just like any time before I don’t want any of you out there come Catastrophe. This fight is between me and Atwater and I’m going to finally introduce him to his fucking grave. KYAN WINTERS: C’mo-- LANCE WINTERS: YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH KEY!! Shut your fucking mouth. You just got your ass handed to you by Felicity, how dare you say a fucking word. I still can’t get over you pulling out that goddamn switchblade on RED’s fat ass and Price. You make too many goddamn mistakes Key and you have still have not learned any better. Just like when we were kids you don’t just mess up...You fuck up. And I have to be the one to clean up your goddamn messes. You sit there and shut up and be grateful I don’t beat your ass. Kyan looks down to the ground and nods after hearing his brother shout at him. LANCE WINTERS: I don’t give a fuck about how you may feel. I don’t care if this fucking match is under OUR rules. You stay the fuck away from it. Volkov nods his head in agreement, exhaling smoke into the clubhouse air before speaking up. VIKTOR VOLKOV: It’s not hard concept. Simple. Nobody goes near Atwater. Nobody but the Prez. Even I won’t go near him - even though I would love to Red Hammer him out of his boots one more time. He turns, tapping some ash off his cigarette into a nearby ashtray before turning back around, facing the rest of the Reapers. VIKTOR VOLKOV: As for Felicity. Well... The Russian rubs his nose, still feeling the vicious knees that Banks gave him at Defiance 52. VIKTOR VOLKOV: ...her time will come at Catastrophe. You see Fel backstage before? Beat fuck out of her. I don’t give a shit. Does not matter about anything that happens between now and then. All that matters is Catastrophe, and making sure that the belt comes back to the Reapers. The Prez will do his part alone at Catastrophe. I will do my part alone at Catastrophe. He tokes on his cigarette. VIKTOR VOLKOV: Simple. Frost nods as he stands up from his seat. CHANCE FROST: We hear ya loud clear. Frost looks to the others in the room. CHANCE FROST: I’ll make sure everyone follows these orders, don’t worry about it. He looks over to Kyan who was still looking down to the ground a bit upset about his brother yelling at him. CHANCE FROST: I’ll make sure The Key doesn’t make anymore mistakes going forward either. We all play a intrical part in this club. I know we can’t shy away from that fact. Alexis has a chance a bring home some gold again to the club. Luke is fighting to defend his belt. Chance looks back over to Lance and Volkov. CHANCE FROST: We know how important Catastrophe is. We have our orders. They’ll be done. Lance nods to his longtime friend and pats Volkov on the back. He walks out of the room without saying a word or even looking in Kyan’s direction again before leaving. The Red Wolf wanders into the center of the room once more, looking around before dropping his cigarette to the floor, crushing it under his boot. VIKTOR VOLKOV: There’s no room for failure in this club. Not anymore. Remember this. Satisfied that he’s gotten his point across, the Russian nods to a couple members before he exits the locker room. ![]() The Defiance board of direction, Selena King, is seen standing right outside of her office with her phone in her hand. Her attention is caught by a very upset looking A.G. III approaching her. Still a decent distance away, the RIP member bellows out. A.G. III: King! We need to talk. After quickly closing the rest of the distance, she continues. A.G. III: Tell me you ain't gonna let that stand. Because it sure as hell ain't my fault that Daniels has a grudge with some freaky ass manbearpig looking monster! She shakes her head. A.G. III: I got enough problems with armies of monkeys and Brits and rapist cats ruining my personal property and just having everyone laugh about it and think it's okay, without worrying about other people's problems. Fact is I went out there and did what I was supposed to and wrestled to get a title shot. Am I supposed to just go to the Florida tourism bureau and say 'oh my bad, yawl don't get a plug during a prime title match because of some shit I had nothing to do with and the world is an awful terrible place!?' Her voice starts to crack as she exclaims. A.G. III: Yeah, I'm sure they'll be REAL understanding! After a few deep breaths, A.G. III brushes a few stray hairs out of her face. A.G. III: What I tryna say is, I should still get my title shot. Selena looks A.G. III up and down and nods her head in agreement. SELENA KING: Okay, yeah. I definitely agree and so does Romeo. He actually just texted me about this and he said… A.G. III cuts her off. A.G. III: Yeah, that’s what I thought! The man always trying to fuck me around here! This is just like RISE and the bullshit down -- As if a switch flipped, she suddenly realizes Selena said she agreed. A.G. III: -- Oh, I was kinda prepared for you to say ‘no’, carry on. Selena squints an eye and makes sure to choose her next few words carefully. SELENA KING: Ooookay. But yeah. That’s kinda the thing. We can’t really toss you into any championship match at Catastrophe because the cards already booked. The Defiance BOD takes a second to study A.G. III’s expression, which is rapidly starting to darken once more. SELENA KING: But good news! You’ll be the person representing Defiance in the ITV Championship match at Decay! A.G. III manages to stop herself short of exploding again, instead taking a couple of deep breaths as she tries to assess what this means for her. Finally, she nods her head and straightens her posture. A.G. III: Beat up Fowler and Ryan again? I got this. As she turns and starts to walk off, she yells out. A.G. III: Bringing more gold back to RIP baby! Tell the world, tell Sir Pounce his tender cornhole will be avenged! These fuckers gonna git got! Selena watches as A.G. III continues her mini-rant as Defiance cuts to another part of the arena ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... The fans begin to boo loudly, as Superficial by Heidi Montang, hits over the public address system as the lights begin to flash different hues of pink and purple. As a makeshift runway is placed in front of the ring, as a bunch of paparazzi appear waiting on the arrival of the Pretty Committee. Soon enough coming out of the entrance tunnel to loud boos is none other than Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis both have an arrogant smirk on their face, as they look at eachother high fiving eachother. Before, striking a series of arrogant poses together, as the camera's flash with the paparazzi getting plenty of shots of the arrogant beauties. As they chuckle before brushing past the paparazzi taunting the fans as they stay in the center of the runway ignoring the boos, with Veronica in front. WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and Gentleman from Malibu and Los Angeles California respectively they are BIANCAAAA DAVIS, and VERONICAAAA TAYLOR They are the PRETTYYYYY COMITTEEEE. The Pretty Committee keeps up their arrogant saunter down to the ring, making sure to stay away from the fans so, they can not lay their common hands on them. As they soon climb up the steel steps as they turn facing the fans, as they blow arrogant kisses at them, as Veronica grabs her bottle of perfume and sprays it around them holding her nose. As they look at the ref began yelling at them to lower the ropes which he does, as they both roll their eyes as they enter under the bottom rope. As they pose arrogantly in the center of the ring, before moving towards their corner where they fix up their appearances checking with a handheld mirror with both of them getting into it, they blow their reflection kisses as they wait for their opponents. The beginning chords of “Gravedigger” start to play. The stage and the start of the entrance ramp begin to fill up with smoke. "You are the reason we are bitter and then some" echoes through the arena. Artemis is the first to emerge from the smoke. Her face is hidden by a shadow cast by her Greg Jackson hoodie. Next is Scarlet; her face is hidden by the hood of her ring jacket, along with a gas mask. Methodically, the two make their way down the entrance ramp. At they reach base of the ramp, Artemis removes her hood and lets out a roar out of fury and war. WHISPER VIPERI: Making their way down to the ring, weighing in at combined weight of 230 pounds, they are SINE MORA! Simultaneously, both wrestlers slide into the ring. Scarlet takes a seat on the mat (leaning against the bottom and middle turnbuckles). Artemis walks around, taunting and pandering to the crowd. After a while, Artemis makes her way over to the corner. Scarlet stands up, removes the gas mask, and lowers her hood. The two exchange nods and smirks as they remove their hoodies and jackets. TAG TEAM MATCH Pretty Committee vs. Sine Mora DING! DING! DING! After a few seconds of deliberation, Scarlet Flint and Bianca Davis decide to start the match off for their team. As they both walk towards each other, Bianca looks her opponent up and down. Snorting derisively at Scarlet's trailer-trash appearance. Then she slaps Scarlet across the face! A wince goes through the crowd, followed by silence as Scarlet stumbles back, a hand going up to her face... The audience waits to see how she'll react. Scarlet lowers the hand and straightens up to reveal a smile on her face. She turns her other cheek to Bianca, almost like she’s daring Bianca to slap her again. Giving a small growl of frustration, Bianca obliges. If anything, Scarlet’s smile grows wider. Bianca screams and tries to slap Scarlet again, but Scarlet’s hand whips out and catches her wrist! Bianca stares at her madly grinning opponent as Scarlet begins to painfully bend Bianca’s arm back… Suddenly Scarlet grabs Bianca by the hair and SLAMS her face down on her knee, dropping immediately into a cover. ONE! TW-VERONICA WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK TO SCARLET!! JACK WARREN: Great start to this match, if I do say so myself. Sine Mora showing why they are the champions while the Pretty Committee is going to show them why they're legit contenders. BRIAN MASON: Easily said for someone who shows up on the first show and says they should get a shot at the titles... The move hits home and Veronica grabs Scarlet by the hair, dragging her into the corner before stomping away! Her furious partner joins the attack, and the ref rushes to separate them. As he orders Veronica out the ring though, Bianca takes advantage to hit Scarlet with a painful kick straight to her groin! Then she rolls Scarlet up from behind, locking in an innovative Hair pull Camel Clutch!! The move actually forces a cry of pain from Scarlet as Bianca wrenches back on the hold! The referee turn to see, and orders Bianca to let go! Of course, it’s not until the count of four that she actually listens to him. She's even generous enough to smash Scarlet's face into the mat. How kind. Sneering at her fallen opponent, Bianca walks over to her corner and tags Veronica in, who circles the downed Scarlet with a look of haughty disdain. Veronica kicks Scarlet int the ribs,laughing as she does so. VERONICA TAYLOR: Is this it?! This is really all you can do?! All this hype just for two ugly bags of loser TRASH?! She laughs out loud.Then begins to stomp away at Scarlet’s back, eyeing the stony faced Artemis. VERONICA TAYLOR: Sorry, sweetheart.You’ll have to wait your turn like a good little trashbag! A sound draws her attention and she looks down at Scarlet, who is lying facedown and appears to be… crying? Veronica’s face curls into a cruel smirk. VERONICA TAYLOR: Aww! Is the little trashbag crying? Does the trashbag want to go home to her dumpster? She viciously kicks out at Scarlet, forcing her to roll over and… Veronica goes pale. BRIAN MASON: Well, this is certainly a side of Scarlet. JACK WARREN: Veronica talking a lot of SHIT though! That right there is enough to prove your worth to this amazing brand. More of that, less of Brian Mason. Scarlet wasn’t crying, she was LAUGHING! Her head is rolled back and her mouth is wide open as the sounds of mirth echo loud and clear. But it’s the look in Scarlet’s eyes that has Veronica stumbling back towards her corner, even as Scarlet languidly sits up and turns to fix her gaze upon her opponents. There’s something terrifyingly… wrong with that look. Like some part of Scarlet, some essential piece of humanity has been torn out and replaced with… something else. Veronica hurriedly tries to tag her partner in, but even Bianca seems reluctant to get in the- A KNEE SLAMS INTO VERONICA FROM BEHIND AND A PALM STRIKE KNOCKS BIANCA OFF THE APRON!! Laughing once again, Scarlet begins to smash Veronica’s face against the turnbuckle, over and over again! Ignoring the ref’s protests! She whips Veronica into her teams corner and connects with ANOTHER running knee! This time to Veronica's jaw! TAG MADE! BRIAN MASON: And the tag has been made to Artemis! Artemis and Scarlet both grab Veronica, whipping her into the ropes. As she comes back, Artemis throws her into the air and connects with a pop-up kick to her chest, right before a running forearm from Scarlet strikes the back of her neck! Veronica hits the mat and Artemis pushes down on the back of Veronica's head, GRINDING her face into the mat! She steps back a bit, before SLAMMING a stiff knee into Veronica's temple! Then she strikes again! And again! And again! Each hit looking like it's about to snap Veronica's neck off! Grabbing Veronica by the arm, Artemis drags her over to her partner and tags Scarlet in, before rolling out the ring, still holding Veronica's arm. With the arm being stretched out by her opponent,Scarlet stomps down wickedly on Veronica's shoulder before Artemis smashes the elbow against the ring post! Artemis climbs back on the apron, and Scarlet tags her back in. She approaches her opponent, who has rolled away, clutching her arm in pain. Ruthlessly, Artemis grabs the arm, locking in a rolling armbar that has Veronica crying out in agony! Meanwhile, it seems that Bianca has been trying to sneak around outside the ring. whether it's to get an advantage, or just to stay the Hell away from Sine Mora is unclear, but- A SUICIDE DIVE FROM SCARLET FLINT TAKES HER DOWN!!! The impact sends Bianca tumbling across the floor, but suddenly Artemis feels something pulling against her as Veronica uses the distraction to roll her up into a pin! ONE! TW-KICKOUT!! Artemis throws Veronica off of her and there’s a pregnant silence as Artemis slowly turns to look at Veronica, who begins to comprehend what she’s just done. BRIAN MASON: Artemis almost getting rolled up in that distraction, and it almost cost the tag team champions. She fights through and breaks the count. JACK WARREN: As you would expect from any champion. This is where Artemis and Scar can thrive, because they can do their own thing and the team thing. In desperate terror, she tries to scramble out the ring. She doesn’t make it five feet before Artemis grabs her and THROWS her into the corner, elbowing her in the jaw! The move stuns Veronica, but Artemis won’t let up as she continues to drive her elbows into Veronica’s skull! Then she shifts her attack, practically slicing Veronica’s chest open with her ruthless knife edge chops! Veronica tries to guard herself as she slumps in the corner, but now Artemis’ feet go to work stomping away with violent savagery! One final facewash is all that’s needed to complete Hate Parade. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Scarlet is continuing her assault on Bianca! Slamming the poor woman's face down on the CORNER of the ring steps! The blow gashes Bianca’s face open and she screams in pain as Scarlet drags the cut along the steel edge,leaving a bloody trail. Back inside the ring, Artemis calls to her partner before she locks in a double chickenwing camel clutch on Veronica. The move wrenches on Veronica's spine, forcing her to cry out. The sounds of pain reach a higher pitch as Scarlet grabs her by the hair! Pulling Veronica' face up to look Scarlet directly in those terrifying, twisted eyes. Scarlet smiles. Then a sickening crack is heard as Scarlet palm strikes Veronica in the face!!! JACK WARREN: That's not good for the ole modeling agency. Blood splatters from the impact and for a second, there's silence. Then Veronica starts shrieking in pure, horrified agony. Tears mixing with the blood that now pours from her ruined nose! Artemis is without pity though, and dumps Veronica on her head with a deadlift Tiger Suplex, bridging for the pin! ONE! TWO!! Artemis breaks the pin. She isn’t done with Veronica yet. BRIAN MASON: Artemis is just adding insult to injury now. I think those few choice words earlier have something to do with it. JACK WARREN: Tag team champions have time to play around. Veronica herself is lying still on the mat. Face coated in her own blood as Artemis slaps her to wake her up. Grabbing Veronica by the hair, she pulls her head back to look her in the eyes. Relishing the look of fear. ARTEMIS KAISER: Look at your nose, sweetheart. I don’t think there’s makeup in the world that can fix that up for you. Hey, hey, I think I can fix it for you. Immediate surgery. We got to make sure you can get out there on the catwalk now, miss Taylor. Now hold still. As Artemis speaks, she grabs Veronica’s broken nose and TWISTS it, causing Veronica to scream and sob and the audience to rain down boos. Not even VERONICA deserves this! ARTEMIS KAISER: Don’t look so sad now. You’re ruining your makeup. People spent HOURS on that, you unappreciative bitch. I think all that sobbing is making your face droop. Hang on, a face lift will fix that up for you. Artemis punctuates her speech with a sadistic Stockton Slap! Grabbing Veronica by the arm, she drags her to the centre of the ring and tags Scarlet in, who pulls Bianca back into the ring. Veronica and Bianca are both whipped into the ropes and sent head first into each other before a stereo roundhouse to the back of BOTH their necks smashes their faces into each other and stereo STO'S drop them to the mat! Artemis slides out the ring and drags Veronica down with her, like a demon dragging her into hell. Veronica's fingers leave bloody trails as she tries desperately to get away. As the grisly sounds of Veronica's torture echo from outside the ring, Scarlet bends down and digs her finger into Bianca's cut before PEELING THE CUT WIDER!! making blood flow faster down Bianca's face and the poor girl shriek in agony. A hard punch to the throat silence's Bianca's shrieks and sends her into a coughing fit while Scarlet raises the bloody finger to her lips and licks the blood off like it's a fine wine. She rises to her feet, standing on Bianca's hair with her other foot raised above Bianca's face. Bianca opens her eyes despite the pain, and desperate fear overcomes her features as she realises what's about to happen. BIANCA DAVIS: Please...please don't-! Scarlet grins... and STOMPS DOWN ON BIANCA'S FACE!!! The only sound louder than Scarlet's cackles are Bianca's screams as she rolls away from the sadistic Scarlet. Blood from her shattered nose dripping between her fingers as she holds her face in her hands. The boos for Sine Mora have become THUNDEROUS now, as the sickened crowd actually begins showing some support towards the Pretty Committee Bianca is kicked out the ring, as Artemis rolls Veronica back in, tagging herself in and locking in a scorpion crosslock. ARTEMIS KAISER: Are you still crying, Taylor? Did you not believe me when I said we were going to do this to you? Let me tell you in detail now, since I got you in my arms ever-so-lovingly. I am going to take my time taking your “perfect” self apart. I am going to do it limb by limb. Maybe I will start with your legs. Have you walking on your knees the rest of your life. It will make you shorter; that may be in right now. I will break your arms so that you can only pose in one way the rest of your life. You will be useless to any model agency. Oh...when I get your face...it is going to be the worst. Make it so botox cannot save you. I am going to arrange so well that Picasso is going to be jealous. You are going to be some pretentious college kid’s muse. You are going to be a modern art masterpiece, Veronica, my dear, I am taking what you love most from you. Scarlet’s about to make you ugly. So ugly that the whole world will hate you every time people see your face. That is not a threat. It is a promise. Artemis looks over at Scarlet. ARTEMIS KAISER: One that Scarlet is about to fulfill. So let me hear you scream, Veronica. Let me hear you scream, Columbia! Scarlet tags herself in and hits the ropes! Going for Last Exile (Running Curbstomp), only to fall flat on her face as she’s pulled out the ring by Bianca! Shaking off the cobwebs from the fall, Scarlet rounds on her attacker- HAIRSPRAY TO THE EYES!!! JACK WARREN: Just the type of move to show why you're really contenders! I love it! BRIAN MASON: Of course you do, Warren. You've shown many times that you like the shortcut out of things. Scarlet screeches and cover her face with her hands, stumbling back from the burning pain. Bianca immediately dashes into the ring and immediately sprays Artemis before she can let go off the crosslock! Causing Artemis to also scream and stumble back. With Sine Mora momentarily blinded, Bianca grabs her lifeless partner and drags her out the ring, almost falling over the barricade and into the crowd, The two of them can barely stand, but adrenaline pushes them to move deeper into the crowd and as far away from Sine Mora as they can. The referee starts the count as Sine Mora have begun to regain their eyesight. But it’s too late. The Pretty Committee are too far away to chase. The referee starts a count out, but it seems that Bianca and Veronica aren't coming back. Referee gets to the "ten" and signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by count out... SINE MORA! Sine Mora simply watch their opponents, then raise their hands in a sign of dominance as the bloodied opponents are counted out. The Pretty Committee have reached the backstage area before they disappear from sight, leaving Sine Mora in the ring, and stay looking in that direction. BRIAN MASON: Well... not the way I would've imagined this match ending. If the Pretty Committee were contenders like they claim, they could've at least proved it by finishing the match. JACK WARREN: What else do they have to prove? They came over to Defiance as one of the hottest tag teams on SubVersion's division and you're trying to say they can't do the same on this brand? Sine Mora is good, don't get me wrong, but Pretty Committee doesn't have to prove anything. Sine Mora on the other hand? They do. Considering what lies in front of them. Sine Mora are handed their HKW Tag Team Titles and quickly walk over to separate turnbuckles before climbing them and raising the titles into the air, getting boos from the crowd. Sine Mora come off the turnbuckles and meet each other in the center of the ring, looking over at the place they last seen Veronica and Bianca, then slide out of the ring to make their way up the ramp. WINNERS: Sine Mora via Count out (10:35) |
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| Hard Knox Wrestling | Oct 24 2016, 06:03 PM Post #9 |
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![]() The scene fades into the backstage area where interviewer Eli Zayn frantically catches up with the newly crowned Bloodlust Z Champion Ashley Marie Chase who was quickly making her way toward an exit. ELI ZAYN: Ashley do you have a minute?! Ashley gives him a “WTF” look and looks around to make sure nobody else is around before she turns to Eli. ASHLEY CHASE: What the hell Eli? I am a little busy right now so what you want? ELI ZAYN: Just a short time ago you PURGED Ashlyn DeLuca to become Bloodlust Z Champion which is your first title here in HKW. Ashley rolls her eyes and sighs ASHLEY CHASE: Well duh I already know this. I was there you know!!! Ashley gives him a look and Eli tugs at his collar before continuing ELI ZAYN: What i meant was why now? For weeks you seemed to want the belt off of The Crimson Baroness but never made a move yourself so why do it tonight on the woman who was your partner earlier in the evening? Ashley just smirks ASHLEY CHASE: Me and Katie have a very special friendship so how could i take her title from her? You see how upset she is without it so how could i do that to my bestest friend huh? Ashley laughs ASHLEY CHASE: As for Ashlyn? Well I say why not? Our match was over and so was our partnership besides if it was not me it would of been our resident porn star Riley and does HKW really want that right now? I think not, besides I saw the video and Riley has quite the future in that field so she does not really need the belt you know. Just as Ashley finishes her sentence loud noises can be heard from the distance. A disgruntled Riley Lynn makes her way to the new champion as she yells. RILEY LYNN: There you are you sneaky BITCH! Riley charges at Ashley and Ashley shoves Eli out of the way running away from Riley. Ashley runs away from Riley tripping over chairs and shoving a poor janitor out of the way and then pushes his mop bucket at Riley and as she is running she sees a stack of ladders leaning against a wall so Ashley pulls them down to black Riley’s path ASHLEY CHASE: CALM DOWN!!! IT WAS NOTHING PERSONAL!!! WHAT WILL YOUR NEW INTERNET FANS THINK!!! Ashley continues running toward the parking garage. Riley gets up after a few moments and dusts herself off going back to her pursuit of Ashley. She looks around before spotting her heading to the exit. She follows close behind her trying to beat her to the garage. Ashley keeps running until she reaches her rental car and she tries to unlock the door but drops her keys, ASHLEY CHASE: DAMMIT!!! Ashley picks up her keys and unlocks the car door and gets inside and starts the car up and right before she can drive away she hears a scream followed by her back window shattering from a garbage can that Riley threw at it. Ashley steps on it and squeals out leaving a pissed off Riley standing in the parking area. RILEY LYNN: IT’S NOT OVER ASHLEY! Riley screams feeling frustrated as she throws another can in the car's direction as it drives off in the distance. The scene fades out as Riley continues to freak out. ![]() “God damnit, God damnit, them ne'er gon' catch me broke!!!” The crowd blows the roof to shit as the familiar sung words by Watch The Duck are followed by the knoxtron illuminating with a black NY Yankees hat being zoomed in on. “Now, I'm the first nigga in and I'm the last nigga out!! I'm the nigga that be runnin’ shit, while you be runnin’ your mouth Get it by any meeeeeeeans….necessary It's how a nigga feeeeeeeel, yea when they got to have it… GOD DAMNIT GOD DAMNIT...BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!!” The highlights begin to play in full of the HKW career of “Wreckless” Jason Mentez. His very first appearance on the first Defiance. The old days back in the Dynasty Spectrum in Philly. The beatdown and battles with RIP transitioning to HKW Breaking Point where he wins his first title the HKW World Championship defeating Emilio Vialpando and Tony Carmine. --WRECKLESS-- That transitions to him winning the Global Golden Opportunity briefcase to holding the HKW Global Championship Belt after defeating Kenshin Takamura. Beating the shit outta Luke Wisia with camera on his return dressed as a cameraman. His attack and later successful win against RIP President Lance Winters through the #FightWinters app. The scene transitions to him battling many...trading shots and high impact moves. --HARDEST-- ARRRRRHHHHH….CRAASSH!! The theme music stops abruptly. The screen goes to black to the sound of a car going out of control and crashing showing the flatline of a monitor as the whole screen shows that dead red line… BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP…… ---BEEP BEEP...BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP….BEEP BEEP…BEEP BEEP The redline starts and keeps a slow but steady wave that indicates life. JASON MENTEZ (Voiceover): Thought it was ova? Makes ya a dumb mafucka. Pillar shit. A DJ scratch hits to the intro of a much different theme. More dark, more brooding. “I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware) I gave you fair warning, beware (beware beware)” JASON MENTEZ RETURNS AT DEFIANCE 54 ![]() ![]() The scene fades backstage as RIP President and former World Champion is seen strolling down the hall with a grin on his face. He stops as he catches a glimpse of the glare from a championship belt. Once he sees what championship belt it was he couldn’t help himself but make his way down the hallway all while pulling out a box of cigarettes. LANCE WINTERS: THERE YOU are sweetie pie. Oh HAVE I MISSED YOOUUUU. He goes to put the HKW World Championship but he was too late as the belt was pulled away by it’s current hold, Shane Atwater. Lance looks up to see Shane and grins. LANCE WINTERS: WELL HELLO pretty. Ready for our BIG DATE? SHANE ATWATER: Oh, Lance….I figured the first words out of your mouth would be “Thank you”. After all….I’m the one making all your dreams come true, just… Shane snaps his fingers. SHANE ATWATER: ...One right after the other. You got the match. The way you wanted the match. You and me. Your rules. He sneers slightly. SHANE ATWATER: Is it everything you hoped it’d be? Lance for some odd reason bites his bottom lip and winks at Shane. LANCE WINTERS: And then SOME. That little bit of news surprised the hell OUT OF ME if I must admit. The Prez’s eyes wander over to the championship’s plate. LANCE WINTERS: All this EFFORT AND to try and prove something..That you know ALL TOO WELL MIGHT end up BAD FOR YOU. But… He grins as he looks back towards Shane. LANCE WINTERS: GOOD FOR me. Tehehe. Shane nods, acknowledging the possibility. SHANE ATWATER: You’re right. You’re absolutely right. This all COULD go horribly wrong. I mean...RIP rules. We’re on your turf, playing by the rules out of the book you wrote. This could go sideways in a heartbeat. Hell, there’s a good chance I could have just served you this… He taps the HKW World Championship twice, for emphasis. SHANE ATWATER: On a silver platter. On the other hand...If. No, not if. Fuck if. He takes a step closer, getting dangerously close to the RIP President and number one contender. SHANE ATWATER: WHEN I beat you….All this? It’s over, Lance. When I beat you in the middle of that ring, in your fucking match, by your fucking rules? Man...There’s not going to be any coming back from that. No more World Championship. No more choking Defiance under your boot. When I beat you, on your terms, Lance...You, and all your precious biker buddies? Shane shifts his weight, to ensure he’s looking Winters right in the eyes. SHANE ATWATER: You’re done. Lance stands there for a moment staring at Shane. He doesn’t say a word for a moment before he begins to laugh. LANCE WINTERS: I DON’T KNOW IF I have wax in my ears OR SOMETHING BUT that sounded like a THREAT SHANEY. Are you...ARE YOU THREATENING ME and my club? HMMMM. His laughs now turn into giggles. LANCE WINTERS: Hehehehehehehehe THE BALLS ON YOU, kid. The balls on you. Haha...You see unlike some people I LIKE TO HANDLE MY BUSINESS ALL BY my lonesome. Hell, I’M EVEN A MAN of my word. Just like last time, I’m gonna be OUT THERE all by myself. No help from my boys. I pretty much HAVE ALWAYS PROVED that I can and LIKE to handle my own battles by myself. A MAN OF YOUR STATURE can respect that can’t you? Lance reaches up and brushes off Shane’s shoulder...again for some odd reason. LANCE WINTERS: YOU CAN make all the little threats YOU WANT, SON but LET THIS BE understood. You can’t change what HAS ALREADY HAPPENED. The REAPERS ARE going to KEEP RUNNING THIS place. THIS CHAMPIONSHIP is going to be coming BACK HOME TO US WHETHER or not you like it. And we...Won’t be done. YOU WILL BE done, Shane. Only thing about it is that YOU’RE GOD WILLING for your life to end in FRONT OF MILLIONS. Winters nods to himself and laughs. LANCE WINTERS: And I have to admit...SORT OF GETS MY DICK HARD to fulfill that wish OF YOURS. Tehehe. Shane looks down at his shoulder, where Winter’s hand just was...a hint of a look of disgust crossing his face, before he brushes the very same spot off himself. His focus immediately turning back to the challenger in front of him. SHANE ATWATER: I’d tell you you’re a sick fuck, Winters...But that wouldn’t come close to describing it. But for all that...All the bluster, all this...bullshit...Everything, you and the boys have put me through...I’m still not afraid of you, Lance. You put me in the ground, yeah. Defiance is yours. For now. Til someone else steps up, and does what I couldn’t do. But this ends. Everything ends. Guys like you, they don’t make it for the long haul. Guys like you don’t survive at the top. You rose up on blood and broken bones and extorting and crushing everyone else who wants to make a fucking living on this roster, but you’ll burn out just as fast. And just as ugly. Shane sets his jaw, before shifting the World Championship off of his shoulder, raising it slightly, so it glitters that much more in the light. SHANE ATWATER: This...Does not belong to you. You’ve held it, yeah. But as fast as you took it, it slipped through your fingers. Because you aren’t built for it. This spot up here, this rarified air, it isn’t for guys like you. Monsters like you aren’t here to rule forever. You’ve had your fun, and now it’s time you got cut the fuck down. And you know...and I KNOW that you know, because I can see it, right there behind those crazy ass eyes of yours...That I don’t make threats, Lance. I’m not THREATENING you. I’m stating a fact. We’re gonna walk into Catastrophe, under your rules, man-to-man, one-on-one. Your playground. How YOU wanted it. And I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to beat you. And I’m going to break you. That’s not bragging, that’s not boasting. That’s a fucking promise, Lance. You had your run, got to play the king for a little while...but it’s like I always say. Everybody taps. A slight pause, as Shane places the belt back over his shoulder. SHANE ATWATER: And when we step through those ropes, no matter whose rules we’re fighting under...You’re gonna realize that there are NO...exceptions to that rule. Winters takes all of Shane’s words in. His grin still etched on his face as he listens. After Shane was done speaking The Prez leans in and licks his lips a little bit. LANCE WINTERS: Don’t worry about ME TAPPING HANDSOME, just know my safe word is……….PERSIMMON. Lance then leans back over and winks at Shane. Shane, for his part, stares for a long moment, unsure how to respond...before that look of determination crosses his face once again. SHANE ATWATER: ...Right. Be seeing you, Winters. Shane glares at the challenger for a moment longer, before taking a few steps back. Watching the RIP president for a long moment as he backs down the hallway, just to be sure, before he turns and walks away.Lance waves goodbye to Shane as he walks away. LANCE WINTERS: Toodles, Shane! DO ME A FAVOR and keep that PRETTY GIRLY NICE and shiney FOR ME, OKAY HUN. Lance laughs and his smile slowly fades away. LANCE WINTERS: Weaper…. The scene then fades away as the Reaper In Pride President turns away and begins to head towards the parking lot. ![]() WHISPER VIPERI: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening! Big round of applause from the South Carolina crowd. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, your special guest referee… "YOU FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" "Malevolence" by New Years Day takes over sound system, the Orlando crowd giving the worldwide champion a monstrous ovation as the lights dimmer down and gold sparklers fall down onto the stage. The Supreme comes out through the curtain with a smug smile on her face, her eyes just a little glossy. She makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides and her trademark Blowpop in her mouth. She takes a long hard look at the crowd and points to her shirt, acknowledging the zebra stripes. 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 sleeveless ref shirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. She bows back toward them as a sign of respect before she turns her attention to the ring. BRIAN MASON: First time we’re seeing Felicity as a special referee in HKW! JACK WARREN: And it’s bullshit. Complete bullshit. There’s no chance she’s calling this match down the middle. BRIAN MASON: Well… Volkov and the rest of the Reapers dug their own grave. You know this, Jack. Felicity walks up the steps and makes her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and sprawls her arms out to her sides, soaking in the energy from the crowd. She enters the ring and spins around in circles as the lights in the arena begin getting brighter and brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. She finally stops and moves toward one of the corners. WHISPER VIPERI: And now, the competitors in this match... "Earthquake" by Labrinth blared throughout the arena as the lights go off and Zack Jones steps through the curtain, dressed in a silver glow in the dark hoodie. He bobs his head before the beat kicks in and Jones turns around, revealing his name in gold on the back. The lights then slowly come back on as Zack looks back at the audience, a big smile on his face. Jones then quickly races down to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible. WHISPER VIPERI: Introducing first, his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is ZACK JONES! He then slides into the ring before quickly getting to his feet and racing towards a corner. Jones then hops on the turnbuckles and removes his hoodie before dropping it to the outside of the ring. He then points at different members of the audience before dropping down and leaning up against his corner, a big smile on his face. WHISPER VIPERI: And his opponent! The heavy opening riff of STVORE’s Sgori [Burn] starts up on the sound system and Viktor Volkov steps out from behind the curtain. With his flask engraved with a snarling wolf in one hand, Volkov uses his free hand to take a drag from his already lit cigarette. WHISPER VIPERI: On his way to the ring, measuring 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 223 pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is Reaper In Pride’s Hell Raiser, he is the ‘Red Wolf’, Viktor Volkov! With his usual stoic expression, Viktor begins to walk down to the ring, taking a couple of swigs from his flask along the way before disposing of his cigarette. Pulling himself up to the apron the ‘Red Wolf’ enters the ring, almost reluctantly handing his flask to the referee before he removes his Reapers In Pride cut and places it under a turnbuckle. Viktor then takes the center of the ring, intimidatingly pacing back and forth as his music begins to fade. BRIAN MASON: Big main event match here and with Felicity Banks as the special guest referee, it only makes it bigger! If Zack Jones can find it in him to pull out a win against the former HKW World Champion tonight, he might have more than just a tag team career here in Hard Knox on the horizon. JACK WARREN: If? Did you really just say “IF”? Viktor Volkov is a prized MMA fighter that has carried his ability to this very ring. There’s no “if” or “when” about it. If things are played by the rules today, Volkov will easily walk out with the win. If not? Than he was cheated. It’s a simple analysis. BRIAN MASON: So if Volkov loses he was robbed. If he win, then that’s what was supposed to happen anyway? I think you’re reading too much into it. JACK WARREN: Just calling it how I see it, that’s why I get paid the big bucks. With her phone in her hand, Felicity moves to the center of the ring and looks at both competitors. She smirks over at the angry Volkov before she gestures for the timekeeper to ring the bell! MAIN EVENT: Special Referee - Felicity Banks Zack Jones vs. Viktor Volkov DING! DING! DING! Volkov begins mouthing something over in Felicity’s direction, but Zack Jones shoots right at the former World champion with a forearm to the face! This staggers Volkov enough to push him back against the ropes, giving Jones the opportunity to strike with a knife-edge chop to the chest! Felicity falls back into a corner and focuses her attention on her phone as Jones takes it to Volkov with a series of body shots! Jones goes to whip Volkov into the ropes, but Volkov spins it around and nearly beheads him with a short-arm clothesline! Volkov yells at Felicity to pay attention, but the Supreme’s eyes remain glued to her phone. JACK WARREN: What kind of refereeing is this?! BRIAN MASON: Impartial? No one has really done anything for Fel to step in yet. JACK WARREN: She’s on her damn phone, MASON! Volkov hunches down and grabs a handful of Jones’ hair, but Jones surges up with a hellacious european uppercut! Volkov falls flat on his rear, giving Jones the opening to catch the big man with a dropkick to the face! Jones slides right to his feet after connecting with the move and then hits a roundhouse kick right to the back of Volkov’s head as soon as he raises up again. Viktor is forced to roll forward as he covers his head and rolls right up to one of the corners, looking a little dazed. Jones comes running in with a crossbody, but Volkov rolls out of the corner just in time for Zack to come crashing into it. Jones tries to turn around, but it met with several jabs from Volkov in the corner. Left. Left. Right. Left. All warming Jones up before Viktor connects with a snap suplex that puts Zack in the middle of the ring. Volkov falls to his knees and hooks a leg. Felicity looks down at him from her phone in the corner, but just keep texting away. Volkov looks up to her from the pinned position and Fel light taps her thigh. ONE! KICKOUT! Jones had all the time in the world before Fel started the pin that it’s easy for him to get a shoulder up shortly after a one. Viktor stands up and stares down Banks, but she doesn’t pay him any mind. The Red Wolf jerks around and grabs Zack by the hair to pull him back to his feet. Before Zack had any time to recover, Vokov throws him through the middle ropes and looks back over his shoulder to see that Banks wasn’t making a countout. He steps through the ropes and jumps down to Zack from the apron. BRIAN MASON: Seems like Felicity is giving these guys some breathing room when it comes to the match. JACK WARREN: She should be acting professional. This is more reckless than the night I had triple Asians in my hotel room after a late night in Vegas. BRIAN MASON: And yet, you found a way to make this about yourself. JACK WARREN: Call it “stating the facts”, Mason. Felicity needs to pay more attention to this match. Volkov goes to throw Jones into the barrier, but it’s whipped around to Viktor smashing shoulder first into the barricade! Volkov stumbles forward from the impact and right in front of the stairs before Jones coming running through with a set of high knees right to the chest, causing them both to go tumbling over the steel steps behind them. Felicity looks up from her phone whenever she hears the fan’s reaction before putting her phone into her back pocket. Zack and Viktor need a moment before they can climb back to their feet, but Banks isn’t making any movement for a countout, so they begin to trade jabs on each other, but the advantage goes towards Volkov as he drives Jones back into the apron. Zack makes the smart roll back into the ring, coming right to his feet after the roll, and Viktor comes sliding in head first. Pele Kick! It hits Volkov right as he was rising to his feet! Jones rolls Volkov over and hooks the leg. This time Felicity slides into position! ONE! TW-BREAK! Volkov throws a shoulder off the mat somewhere around the two count, but nowhere close to a pinfall. Jones pulls Viktor into a headlock before he can climb to his feet, and it can be seen that Volkov shoots Fel a rough look before reaching up to pull at Zack’s arms. BRIAN MASON: See, it doesn’t seem like Felicity isn’t playing by the rules. Zack Jones hit a nice series right there and went for his shot. JACK WARREN: Do you honestly think Volkov is going to get a good chance at winning this match? BRIAN MASON: If he works for it, sure. JACK WARREN: You’re an idiot. Volkov manages to break out of Jones’s headlock and bashes him in the back of the head with a clubbing blow. With Jones groggy, Volkov lifts him up and brings him down with a mma-like take down before he starts bashing him in the back of the head with forearms and hammerfists! Felicity sees this and rolls her eyes before she exits out of the ring and takes a seat at commentary! FELICITY BANKS: Fellas. JACK WARREN: What the hell are you doing?! You’re supposed to be calling the match. FELICITY BANKS: I am! Those two are gonna have to beat the hell out of each other before either stays down, so I’m proving how I can multitask. Referee fulltime, do a little side work on commentary, you know? BRIAN MASON: I have no problems with it! JACK WARREN: Of course you don’t, Mason. Volkov pummels away at the back of Jones’ head and goes to tell Felicity to watch, but finally notices she left the ring. He looks all around the ring until he stands up and peers his head over his shoulder to see the triple crown winner waving in his direction. FELICITY BANKS: He’s so focused on me, guys. You would think that I beat him a few weeks ago, not the other way around. JACK WARREN: Because you’re sneaky as fuck. FELICITY BANKS: Psssh. Sneaky? That’s a little much. A step ahead? Yah. Volkov yells at Felicity to get back into the ring, but he gets spun around and blasted with a right hand from the SSWA World Champion! With Volkov groggy, Zack takes a couple of wide steps back before he comes forward and sends Volkov out of the ring with a running dropkick! Volkov hit the floor hard, but Zack stays relentless with his attack. He exits the ring and asks Felicity “RELAXED RULES?!” to which Felicity nods her head. Zack catches Big Vik with a kick to the side of the head before he walks over and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s area! JACK WARREN: You’re just going to let this happen?! FELICITY BANKS: Well I can’t nod my head to relaxed rules and then change my mind! He’s probably not even gonna hit him with the chair. Though he appears tempted to blast the Russian Brute, Zack folds the chair out and sits it down on the floor. He pulls Vik up by his hair and sets him on the chair, then follows it up with a couple of elbows to the face! With Volkov groggy, Zack runs back so head could pick a head of steam for the running yakuza kick… … but Volkov drops down and Zack rolls over the chair awkwardly, getting his surgically repaired leg trapped in it! Volkov sees this and immediately grab the leg, kicking at the chair and knee to try and hurt Zack’s knee as much as possible! JACK WARREN: CAN’T STOP THIS EITHER, CAN YA, QUEENIE?! FELICITY BANKS: Supremie* and nope. I’m gonna be unbiased. What Zack can do, Putin's son over there can do. Volkov pulls the chair off from around Zack’s leg and yells out “I DON’T NEED WEAPONS TO BEAT YOU!” He then turns to Felicity and says “or you” before he pulls Zack up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Volkov flips Felicity the bird, then goes to get back into the ring but Zack Jones catches him in the jaw with a baseball slide dropkick! Jones then hits the Platinum Kick to Volkov right when he goes to stand up that keeps him down. Felicity takes off the headphones and sets it on the table before sliding in whether she sees Zack going for the cover! ONE! TWO! BREAK! Jones rolls over to his knees as Felicity walks back to one of the corners. Volkov rolls on his stomach and points at Fel, but is grabbed by Zack Jones from behind before he can say anything. JACK WARREN: And all of a sudden she leaves commentary to go do her job? This is something else. BRIAN MASON: Yes, was nearly something else when Zack Jones almost had all of that pinfall on Viktor. Jones goes for a short armed clothesline, but Volkov ducks under it and punches Jones in the kidney from behind. Inverted neckbreaker from behind to Zack as Volkov rolls right back to his feet and gets in Fel’s face, saying “when I pin him. I pin him.” Volkov reaches down, but Zack slaps his arms away just in time and backs up into the corner, pulling himself up onto the second rope. Volkov comes back to his senses and sees Jones goes for the top rope as he runs forward, stepping into the middle ropes, and grappling up with his opponent before he can launch himself forward with a move. Jones and Volkov start to trade a few punches here and there, but it’s Viktor with a headbutt that knocks Zack completely off balance. Viktor shakes the cobwebs out of his head and pulls in Zack… fallaway slam from the middle ropes! Jones went tumbling across the ring some as Volkov crawls forward and throws an arm over Zack, but Felicity is hesitant to start the count. After several moments she slides to her knees and slow counts. ONE! …. …. …. She spins her surgically repaired arm in a circle before she brings it down for the... TW-KICKOUT! The pin attempt took so long that Jones easily gets a shoulder up around the two count as Volkov stands up, breathing heavily, and gets right back in Felicity’s face once again. JACK WARREN: CALM DOWN, VIK! YOU DON’T WANNA JEOPARDIZE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S MATCH! You could see Felicity tell Volkov to hit her, but Zack Jones pops up to his feet and rolls the former World Champion up in a schoolboy! ONE! TWO! THREE!! DING! DING!! DING!!! JACK WARREN: What the hell?! That was the fastest count I’ve ever seen! BRIAN MASON: … this was only her second time as a referee, Jack. She’s not perfect, remember? JACK WARREN: Fuck you. Felicity smirks as she rolls right out of the ring after raising Zack Jones’ arm to confirm his victory. WHISPER VIPERI: Here is your winner… ZAAAAAACK JONES! An outraged Volkov swings wildly at Jones, but Jones ducks it and catches Volkov with quick step-up enziguri! Jones rolls out of the ring and hops over the guardrail, getting lost in the sea of fans as Volkov kicks the ropes in frustration. JACK WARREN: Zack Jones is gonna for this! Hell, so is Felicity! BRIAN MASON: Be quiet, Jack! It’s always strength in numbers with RIP! For once, we saw how things would be if the sides were reversed! Volkov turns his attention to the top of the ramp and sees Felicity mocking him. He gestures for someone to come out, getting Felicity to turn around and see ODB, Kyan Winters, Chance Frost and Shelton Monroe. BRIAN MASON: SEE?! JACK WARREN: Payback, Mason. That’s what this is. Felicity’s eyes go wide, realizing that she’s surrounded. She pulls her hair tie out of her ponytail and throws it in ODB’s face for a distraction then superkicks the hell out of Kyan Winters! She goes after Chance Frost next, but ODB grabs her by the back of the head and hits her with a headbutt! This gets Felicity to drop to a knee as Volkov makes his way up the entrance ramp, shouting for his Reapers to throw Fel off the stage! BRIAN MASON: THIS HAS TO STOP! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE! JACK WARREN: No one’s coming to save your little Supremie, Mason! Shut up and enjoy! ODB sets Felicity up for a powerbomb, but Felicity catches him with a lowblow and then crawls between his legs! She spins around only to push ODB into Volkov with her foot, then spits in Shelton Monroe’s face before she dives off the stage and rolls through almost ninja-like. Knowing she’s outnumbered, Felicity takes a page of Zack Jones’ book and gets lost within the sea of fans while Viktor Volkov RED HAMMER’S ODB’s JAW OFF OUT OF FRUSTRATION! JACK WARREN: Holy shit! BRIAN MASON: HE IS KNOCK OUT, THIS I AM SAY! Volkov point for his stablemates to chase after the Supreme, but she’s already gone. Defiance comes to a close with Volkov dragging ODB’s lifeless body up the ramp, and to the backstage area. WINNER: Zack Jones via pinfall (10:06)
Edited by Hard Knox Wrestling, Oct 24 2016, 06:04 PM.
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